#the way my eyes rolled back into my skull when she started crying about how her daddy was always busy
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Okay, but I can't be the only one who thought Jenny Kord was fucking insufferable, right?
#blue beetle (2023)#blue beetle 2023#jenny kord#justme talking#bitch lived in a mansion her whole fucking life but then has the gall to pretend she has it just as bad as Jaime#someone's who's literally about to lose his home because of Kord Industries#someone who was grappling with the harsh reality that he'd have to give up his dreams to find a miserable job and help his family earn mone#the way my eyes rolled back into my skull when she started crying about how her daddy was always busy#I was so fucking ready for Jaime to go off on her when she pulled the whole 'your home may be small but it's full of love uwu' bs#'well yeah and soon it's not gonna be our house anymore and we'll probably starve'#'because your aunt and the other rich assholes on the other side of the river keep crushing our businesses and destroying our livelihoods'#'but please do go on about how miserable your childhood in a three-story mansion with a superhero for a dad was'#'i'm sure it's all very heartbreaking'
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Inhale, Exhale
Stoner!Ellie Williams x Reader
Synopsis: It's your first time smoking, luckily you have a super hot stoner girlfriend to guide you
tags/Warnings: Established relationship, modern/college au, weed usage, Dom!Ellie (casually), might be slightly inaccurate, oopsies
The week had been brutal, a relentless onslaught of exams and assessments left you mere moments away from a breakdown. Each word you read is in one ear, out the other. Entirely incomprehensible. Your head hurts, your eyes hurt and your motivation is dwindling. Ah, the joys of college…
A knock on your dorm room door jolts you out of the complete disarray inside your head, which would've been a relief if the sound didn't reverberate around your skull. Okay, maybe it was time for a break.
You stand on legs that are weak from hours of sitting idly at your cramped desk. Reaching for the door handle, you swear you could almost start crying at the sight of your girlfriend. How did you get so lucky.
“I texted earlier to let you know I was coming but you never replied…” She starts as she squeezes past you, walking into your dorm room as if it was her second home (which - to be fair - it absolutely is). Her eyes scan the textbooks scattered on your desk as you sit on the edge of your bed. “"You okay?" she inquires softly at your silence, her eyebrows knitting together in worry. With a weary groan, you slump back onto your bed, “I never want to look at another textbook again”. Ellie chuckles affectionately, sitting next to you on the bed.
“How about you go shower and get comfy for me angel, I’ll pack all this shit up and we can just relax for a bit. You look all tense" "But ellie my exa-" "Your exams will go great. Just for tonight, kay? Even just for a few hours” Her tone is firm and reassuring.
You sigh with contemplation. I mean, she’s right. Your body is tense, your head is pounding, and you feel as if any more information might just cause your brain to shut down entirely. So you nod, pick out some pyjamas and make your way to the bathrooms. The idea of a warm shower, fresh clothes and the comfort of your nightly skincare routine is already easing all the built up pressure.
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When you return to your dorm room feeling clean (and like you can actually think again) Ellie is sitting on your bed, textbooks packed away, her music playing softly from your speaker and a rolled blunt sitting between her fingers. She smiles at you softly when you step inside, patting the bed next to her “c’mere”.
You settle beside her, then flop over into her lap, head resting on her thighs. You turn over to look up at her, admiring the way she tilts her head back to exhale the earthy smoke away from you. She looks ethereal.
“Mmm… Ellie?”
“Yeah, baby?” she responds, her tone gentle and attentive.
“Do you think I could… try?” you ask tentatively, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity swirling inside you.
She seems momentarily surprised, before a soft laugh escapes her lips. “This?” she clarifies, holding the blunt out to you. You nod your head timidly. She knows you've never smoked before, it’s not that you think it's bad or are uncomfortable by it, you’ve just always been a little nervous about it.
Her auburn hair falls in front of her face as she looks down at you, hand caressing the supple skin of your cheeks, “Alright, sit up f’ me baby”
You sit on your knees, legs tucked neatly beneath you, watching as she takes another hit of the joint before moving all of her attention to you.
“You’re sure you wanna do this?” She checks, “Yeah, ‘m sure,” you reassure with a soft smile. You’d mentioned wanting to smoke with Ellie for a while now, and now is a better time than any, right?
“Open,” She taps your lips softly with her thumb and you part them as she places the edge of the blunt between them, “breathe in nice and slowly for me, bring the smoke into your mouth”. You take a steady breath in. You wonder if it's the first time you've taken a proper moment to breathe all day. It is. The warm smoke fills your mouth, swirling around your senses, and you hold it there for a beat before Ellie directs you again. “Good, breathe it into your lungs ‘nd then breathe it out, nice and slow”.
The smoke fills your lungs and for a moment you think you are going to cough, but manage to slowly breathe it out, watching as the smoke swirls around your small dorm room. You look back over at Ellie to see her watching you, eyes starting to glaze over and all filled with endearment.
She brings the blunt back to her own lips, inhaling deeply before her hand gently grasps your jaw. Instinctively, you part your lips, anticipation tingling through you as she exhales the smoke between you. "Breathe in," she softly commands, her lips hovering close to yours, her touch sending shivers down your spine. As her lips meet yours, she places gentle hands on the sides of your face. You can feel yourself relaxing, body easing up and thoughts becoming quieter, more gentle, more sluggish. You let her take the lead, it's soft and intimate.
As she pulls away, she shifts to lay on her back against your soft comforter, her arms opening invitingly to you. You crawl over, resting your head against her chest, finding solace in the tired ache permeating your bones. Ellie offers you another puff of the blunt and you gladly take it, letting the comforting scent soothe your exhausted mind. Ellie takes a last hit before ashing it out, rubbing your back with one arm while the other rests beneath her head.
“Get some sleep, okay?” she hums softly. Between your dazed mind, the gentle rhythm of your girlfriend's hands running up and down your spine, and the combined scent of her and the pot enveloping your senses, you don’t think you'd be able to stay awake even if you tried.
#ellie x fem reader#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie the last of us#ellie x reader#tlou ellie#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams x you#ellie williams x female reader
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Jisung couldn’t wait. His knees bounced, trying to distract himself with the track in front of him. Clicking away with his mouse, letting the unheard music play over and over again in his headphones.
Today was the day. Everything would change after two pm. He tried to busy himself around the house; cleaning the bedroom, doing some laundry. Even went out for a jog. So out of character for him.
But when something this big is happening, he can’t control how…different he acts.
SMUT — MINORS DNI
It’s thirty past two. His phone is dry (it doesn’t help that he checked it not even a minute ago). Jisung is starting to get antsy; why hasn’t he heard anything? Have you heard anything? What is taking so long that you can’t even shoot him a quick text. Fuck, he’d take even a thumbs up emoji right now.
Restart the song. Tweak it. Wait. Wait, and wait, and wait—
Until there’s a tap on his shoulder. The headphones are all but torn from his skull, whipping his chair around quickly to come face to face with you.
Jisung’s reaction makes you giggle, hands lovingly cupping his chubby cheeks. “Hi, did I scare you?”
Eyes like saucers, he shakes his head. “Did you find out?”
Your teeth dig into your bottom lip, corners turning up into a soft smile. It’s been hard for the both of you, waiting for this clearance. The restless nights, a heavy pit in your stomach that you can’t extinguish. All of it is either painful or uncomfortable, leaving you lying on your belly as you cry into your pillow. Jisung so gently stroking your back, reassuring you that it’s over soon.
The timer has ticked. Time is up.
“I still might be a little sensitive.” You say softly, pushing strands of hair that had fallen out of his ponytail back. “But—“
Jisung has spent all day wasting time. Trying to get the clock to move a little fucking faster. He can’t take anymore waiting. Hands on your hips, he tugs you into his lap, the chair leaning back with your combined weight. Your lips clash, a quick but affectionate motion of tongue and teeth making you both groan into each other. The kisses of relief, of joy. Of knowing that finally, finally the two of you can love each other in ways you only know how.
“Where is she?” Jisung breaks the kiss long enough to ask, though his lips never leave your body. They pepper gently across your jawline, body trembling in his hold. “Do I need to call my mom?”
You giggle. “I already dropped her off with Minho. You’re not the only one who needs this, Sung.”
Four months. Four months and some change since he last touched you, felt you. Back then she wasn’t here yet, your belly warm under his hands as he gently rocked into you. There were so many tears that night, from you and him. Kisses that neither of you could get enough of, enjoying your last moments before you wouldn’t get a chance like this for a while.
While is up.
His grin is contagious, head rolling back against his chair as he chuckles happily. Fuck, he’s so excited. He can’t explain how giddy this makes him — it’s like the first time all over again, but better.
So much fucking better.
“He’ll keep her all night?”
You raise a brow, chuckling as you lean down. It’s your turn to pepper his face with kisses. “Or until we go pick her up. She’s only next door. Why? Did you plan for this to go all night?”
“Maybe. Is that a problem?”
“Hm, no.” Your teeth scrap against his neck, bringing a low moan from him. “But we better get started if that’s the case.”
Seconds. Maybe five. That’s how long it takes before you’re pinned to the ground, a fit of giggles as your partner buries his face in your neck. He’s scrunching up your dress, hands exploring your perfect body. Stretch marks and all — you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
Jisung is so lucky to love you.
Fingers hook around the waistband of your panties right as he looks up at you. Hair fanned around you, bright eyes and a lazy smile. God, he’s crazy about you.
“I’ll take my time later.” He promises, moving the fabric slowly down your thighs. “But right now I just need to feel you.”
You cup his face again, fingers creeping back to release his shaggy hair. It’s frames his face perfectly; chubby cheeks and galaxies in his eyes. The most wonderful person, partner, father. And he’s all yours.
“And I you, my love.”
Jisung smiles before he kisses you, quickly removing your clothes and pushing down his sweats. He grabs the base of his cock, pushing it through your folds slowly to collect your slick. Fuck, you’re so warm, so—
You’re wincing in the kiss when he’s near your entrance, fingers clutching onto your hair.
“Is this alright?” He breaks from your lips to whisper.
You nod quickly, taking a deep breath. “Just be gentle.”
“Of course, petal.” Kisses on the corners of your lips, nose nuzzling against your cheeks. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
A kiss to his cheek is your response. An encouragement to go ahead. Why take it any slower?
Eyes locked, Jisung aligns his cock with your center once more. When you smile softly, that’s when he begins to push in. It’s a slow movement, careful to not cause too much damage as he stretches you out again. But also to take in this feeling, remember how much he fucking loves it. How close to you it makes him feel, how comforting it is to be inside you.
“You feel so nice.” He whispers, smiling down at you. “Is this okay?”
You return the smile. “You can go faster if you’d like.”
Fuck, he’d love to. His hips quicken just slightly, not stopping until he literally has no choice but to. Your jaw drops lazily, pretty moans spilling from your lips. Walls fluttering around him.
Your body is like home. God, how he’s longed for you.
“Fuck.” You whimper, eyes fluttering shut. “Sung, so good—“
“I know.” He says breathlessly, hands flexing around your hips. There are tears stinging his eyes — in all the ways he knows to love you, this is one of the most raw. The most beautiful. The most powerful. It’s earth shattering to be here again, his either chest caving in. It’s the best feeling in the world, one that brings tears to his eyes. “You’re divine.”
He needs a moment. To savor this, to enjoy the feeling of being so deeply connected to you. This. This is love in its purest form.
How could he waste this time?
Tears roll down his cheeks, dropping off his chin on your face. The feeling has your eyes opening, brows narrowing in concern as you quickly wipe his tears away. “Jisung—“
“I’m alright.” He reassures you quickly. “I just—fuck, I just adore you.”
For you, he’d steal the stars.
“I love you.” You whisper, lip trembling as your own tears start to form. “Fuck, you’re my everything, Jisung.”
It’s time to move. His cock is begging him, needing to feel the friction. To feel more of you. Slowly, he pulls out, but not too far. He wants this fragment of time to last.
“And you mine, my love.”
There’s no way either of you will last too long. You’re both well aware of it without even speaking it — it’s been too long. Too much time spent away from each other. It’s like the first time all over again, but in such a different reality. The first time as parents, the first time after such a long time.
There’s more than one first. How magical is it that you get to experience it all with Jisung?
He’s starting to sweat, hands on either side of your head as he picks up the speed just a little bit. There’s a fuzzy feeling in his center, the rope tightening as he gets closer and closer to euphoria.
A hand slides under one of his. Fingers flexing around it. When he looks at you, everything just makes sense.
“With me?”
It’s such an easy answer. “Always.”
#skz smut#stray kids smut#han jisung smut#han smut#jisung smut#jisung skz#chvnnie dad!skz#dad!jisung#skz dads chvnnie#dad skz
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Okay so you know the Dark!Ethan Landry x Fem!reader where he finds out she pregnant, can you do a part to if it?
the abortion (2/3)
type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series
type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark, suggestive
warning(s): smut, rough angry smut, sub space, orgasm denial/control, overstimulation, breeding, pregnancy, ownership kink, dom ethan being a cocky tease, choking, slapping, bondage, just really dirty and nasty in general, RAPE/NON CON, degradation, ethan is super experienced like a fuckboy
pairing(s): dom!ghostface!dark!toxic!ethan landry x sub!shy!reader
A/N: thank you guys so much for all the requests that have been coming in! please, keep em coming. any idea you have, no matter how dark it is, I'll write it. but just know, I'm mainly into writing for ethan (or tara and sam) and the sturniolo triplets so if you request someone or something not those people, it might take me a little bit longer to get to them but they will be written. it'll just take a bit longer. but keep the requests coming, I love them! reblogs are much appreciated but please don't repost my original work on other platforms without giving credit! I might do another part to this but idk yet. enjoy!
I bang and pound on his back as i scream for him to put me down. "ethan! put me down right now! I don't want to "try again" you idiot! I didn't want a baby in the first place! we're only teenagers. you fucking-" he cuts off my screams by slamming me on the bed, hand gripping your throat. "fucking what, y/n? hm?" my vision was hazy as I stared into his dark eyes. "bitch" I say, spitting in his face and then starting to kick and fight him to get him off of me. I felt his leg buckle as I kicked his kneecap and I took the opportunity to roll off the bed and run to the door. as I were running, he grabbed my ankle, pulling hard causing me to fall. I let out a cry of pain and he stood and walked over to me.
"sweetheart, I want a baby so we can be together forever. what don't you understand?" "I understand that you are a demented motherfucker who deserves nothing in life." "you're making this much more difficult than it needs to be, princess. I was gonna fuck you slow and romantic on the nice soft mattress, but you pissed me off. so now you get a rough hard fuck on the floor. we could've prevented all of this if you would just listen to me" he told me, looking at me in a way that made me almost forget what he was gonna fuck me for.
i back away as he pulled his belt off with one hand, knowing what was coming. "give me your wrists now, y/n" "no! fuck you!" i shout. "what did I say? you're just making me angrier." he grabs both my wrists in one veiny ring clad hand and wraps the belt in sort of a handcuffs thing. "get off of me ethan please. we can't raise a child." he ignores me as he begins to pull my shorts off. I whimper when I see him pull a knife out of his pocket. "ethan please" "you begging just makes me wanna stuff you with my cum even more sweetheart" i hold back a moan at his words as he cuts my shirt, bra, and panties off, laughing at the goosebumps that cover my skin at his touch.
he immediately takes one of my nipples into his mouth and starts roughly sucking and biting it. I barely hold back a moan as he travels down toward my navel and then past, to where I need him most. he chuckles lowly when he sees how wet i am. "oh princess. you're soaked. do you need me that bad? you're awful wet for someone who doesn't want this." "I don't want you ethan" "so you don't want me to do this?" he asks. I gasp as his lips meet my clit and my eyes nearly roll back into my skull as I feel a rush of pleasure.
"or this?" my clit is sucked into his mouth and I make a pornographic sound I've never heard before. "how about this, mhm?" I shake uncontrollably as he sucks hard on my clit, flicking his tongue rapidly back and forth as I get closer to the edge. he plunges his tongue deep into my pussy, in and out so fast that I can't see. right as I'm about to fall over the edge, he pulls his tongue out and backs away. I let out a loud sob as tears slip down my cheeks from being so close to my orgasm and then getting it snatched away. "oh poor baby. don't worry, I'm gonna fuck you. I'll fill my cock in you so deep you won't be able to breathe. you won't be able to do anything but scream and take what I give you. and you'll love it."
"please! please!" he tears his shirt off and I stare at his muscular upper body while he takes his pants off. I see his dick flap up and hit his stomach. I forgot how big and wide he was. at the sight of his cock and the way my pussy was throbbing so hard I almost was crying, every rational thought flew straight out of my head and all I could think of was getting his dick inside of me. "I fucking-" i scream in pleasure as ethan pushes his entire length into my pussy in one thrust. he's pounding into me so fast and I have no time to adjust, it burns. but I fucking love it.
ethan lifts my legs over his shoulders and now the deeper angle he is at he's hitting my g-spot with every thrust. my breaths keep getting caught in my throat. "ethan. please. slow. down." I make out. "oh no, I'm keeping my promise. fucking you so hard you can't breathe and then filling you up so deep with my cum that your little tummy is bloated." I scream as I cum hard from his harsh thrusts and dirty words as he pinches and slaps my tits. he flips me over onto my stomach and re-enters me so quickly I didn't even have a chance to take a breath before he's pounding into me again, his tip kissing my cervix. he's slapping and gripping my ass hard. "please!" I babble, waving my hands around, needing something to hold onto to keep me from passing out. my back is arching so far as he pulls me up so my back is against his chest.
I'm about to cum again when I feel his hand wrap around my throat as he squeezes hard, leaving me with no oxegen as I cum hard again, creaming and clenching around his dick. he flips me back over onto my back again and continues thrusting. I'm sobbing, tears and mascara running down my face as I moan and babble incoherently from the lack of oxegen and the overstimulation. "who's the bitch? any other insults? I can't hear you. use your words princess" he knows you can't. he knows damn well that there isn't a thought in your head except for him.
he's pressing hard on my stomach which is exactly where I feel him. my body tightens and I come again. but this time, I can't stop cumming. and he won't stop thrusting. he needs to stop because I can't breathe and I'm gonna have a heart attack. "please slow" "you can give one more" little does he know I'm still cumming from the last one. he finally slows his thrusts, just a little bit, but enough that I have a second to breathe and stop creaming his dick.
but then he starts pounding harder than he has this entire time. I'm on my back with my arms above my head, my fists clenching and unclenching trying to find something to hold onto as they're still tied. he pinches my clit one more time hard as I squirt around his dick. he thrusts a few more times before he let's out a groan and fills up my tummy with his cum. I take deep breaths as he pulls out of me, carefully making sure all his cum stays inside my fluttering and abused cunt, which is still clenching around nothing.
I lay there as he stares at me with dark proud eyes. my hair is tangled and stuck to my forehead from the sweat. my lips are swollen and my eyes are bright red from crying. my cheeks are red and tear and mascara streaks are running down them. my tits and neck are red and purple from his abuse and the hickeys. my chest is heaving and my thighs are shaking. I can't even imagine how my ass and thighs look from the way he was spanking me and gripping me. but he doesn't care. he just looks at me with possessive eyes as he goes to run a bath and put his clothes on. he comes out of the bathroom, fully clothed as he unties my wrists. ethan helps me stand and climb into the bathtub before gripping my chin and turning my face to look at his.
"if you aren't pregnant, its ok. we'll have sex until you are. but if you are pregnant and you abort my child again, it will be worse than this. do you understand me, princess?" I nod my head slowly, maintaining eye contact. "good girl" he turns and leaves my dorm, leaving me bruised and exhausted in the bathtub with a thousand thoughts running through my head. the first being, where can I get another abortion pill? I'll be gone before he can do anything to me, but I will not have a child with ethan landry.
1.5k words (I went way overboard)
@onedayatatime6 @ilovechickenwings @tommysaxes @layla29sworld @misscaller06
I hope you guys liked it! I went a little overboard I think and I don't really love it but this is how most of my smut will be so I'm sorry if it was too much for y'all! keep those request coming please! expect more fics with ethan and the sturniolo's (mostly dark smut) coming tonight! i am also working on a chris sturniolo ghostface fic (smut), matt sturniolo ghostface (smut), and one with all three of them (suggestive). comment on this post if you want to be apart of my tagslist for my future fics! thanks! ;) -kaylin
#ethan landry smut#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#scream 6#scream#sturniolo triplets#ethan landry x you#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry fanfiction#ethan landry#matthew sturniolo#sturniolo edit#food#gif
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My First But Not My Last.
Pairing : Gojo x Femreader, Geto x Femreader
Setting : Started from Pre-Cult Suguru Geto // Modified that Kenjaku will not totally take over Geto's subconscious later on // Girl bff Shoko, Mei Mei & Utahime, Strong sorcerer reader // Death, Murder Spree, Romance, Lemons.
Rating : Mature || m i n o r s d o n o t i n t e r a c t
Part 2 : Why?
<< Previous ...... Next >>
How did it turn out this way?
You sat on your couch..
On yours & his couch..
Where you would talk about random stuff...
Where you would sit lazily with a book on one hand, while the other mssages his head on your lap...
Where you would argue about something petty which xh would turn into a passionate make out session...
Where he would sit down surfing tv channels while you sit comfortably on his lap, his other hand caressing your thighs...
Where you would find him asleep while waiting for you on days when you did missions apart...
Yours & Suguru's.
Now, you don't know what you did wrong & when did it all fall apart.
You were there as much as Satoru was, as he is an unofficial resident in your place.
You were beside him, always.
How could you have missed it?
You knew his smiles were fake.
His cheerful attitude was a mask.
You knew it, but you trusted his words every time you asked.
"Baby, you worry too much."
"I'm fine, really."
"I love that you care about me, but I'm just tired. That's all. I promise, baby."
Because you wanted to believe that he truly was fine.
Even if your gut tells you that something was wrong.
If only you knew that night would be the last time time you'd hug him, see him, kiss him, make love to him...
If only you knew, then you would never have let him go.
"Come on baby," he rasped against your ear, "I want to hear you.," while he pumped his fingers inside you, rubbing the spot that made your eyes roll at the back of your skull, whimpering as he continuously fuck you with his long, calloused fingers, making you cum in seconds.
You breathed heavily, legs still shaking as he went down on you, hands spreading your legs in front of him, his tongue tracing your wet entrance.
Only then did you undertand why he took his time. It was passionate, it was raw. He traced every part of your body, marked every inch of your body - like memorizing it.
Because it was the last time he would make love to you.
"Mmmm, Suguru," you moaned as you bounced on his huge shaft, your ass tingling from being slapped by his big hands, "Oh fuuuuck," you held on to his shoulders for your dear life as he gripped your ass & thrusted into you mercilessly.
"Like that, baby?"
"Mhmmm," you half moaned, half nodded as he hit your sensitjve spot over & over with his poweful thrusts, "Oh Suguru, yes please please please baby."
You came on his member as he kept his pace using your juices as a lubricant. He bit your shoulder as you dug your nails into his back hissing at the pain & pleasure.
He flipped you on all fours, pushing your head down the bed as he slammed himself into you, making you cry his name. He slapped your ass over & over but you couldn't care less because it feels so good.
If only you knew.
If only you pressed for more... For him to spill it out because you can feel that something is wrong & that he doesn't have to hide from you... That you love him very much that you wanted to carry whatever burdens him together.
Satoru knew how you feel because he is as guilty & puzzled as you are.
You woke up alone in that big bed.
Drawers empty.
His number unattended.
No leads.
No residuals.
Nothing.
"Suguru Geto murdered his entire family along with many other non-sorcerers."
Only then you heard the news from Yaga-sensei...
You couldn't believe it.
Because he's your Suguru.
Your gentle giant.
"... Sentenced to death."
Your safe haven.
Your rock.
Shoko tried to call you, but Suguru stopped her because he said he might be swayed from his motive, from the path that he chose to take.
She said that he knew that you would do everything to stop him, to change his mind & that you would win. But that will make him miserable.
That will make him full of regrets
Full of 'what ifs'.
You loved him
You still do.
But maybe it was not enough for him.
And that broke your heart into pieces.
Because Suguru Geto was your first.
And you always thought he would be your last.
A/N : Typed on my phone. Gradually proofreading typos. Please bear with me.
#geto suguru#suguru geto smut#jjk suguru#getou suguru x reader#suguru geto x y/n#suguru geto x afab#suguru geto x femreader#suguru geto x you#jjk geto#suguru geto x reader#geto smut#geto x reader#jujutsu geto#gojo satoru#gojo x you#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#gojo satoru smut#gojo smut#jjk gojo#jujutsu gojo#jjk smut#jjk
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Sometimes it's just better (not to know).
Chapter two: Killed by uncertainty
Lucy Carlyle x gn! Reader
Summary: Is this supposed to be the calm before the storm?
Warnings: not much, maybe a nap that lasts too long lmao
Word Count: 950
Your boots are too tight. You don’t like them one bit, but you had made the decision to buy new ones for cold winter nights -with equally cold Visitors-, and now you have to live with rock solid shoes, at least until they soften a little with use.
Your rapier is in place in your belt, and so are your salt bombs and greek flares. You had -against Anthony’s wishes for the team to take a week-long break- decided to take back your verdict on the Geralds case.
You had just gotten out of the library, a while after the reading that ruined your morning (and maybe your life too), all puffy eyes and incoming migraine, when you bumped into George.
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“Have you already called the client?”
There was a frown forming on his face, “I was just about to do that.” He held up the folder where you assume he must have had the contact number. He seemed impatient and irritated, you didn’t blame him.
“Don’t bother, we are going tonight, as scheduled.”
His grimace was replaced by a look of surprise, but he covered it quickly and turned around to head to the basement.
You went right up the stairs and flopped on your bed. You didn’t notice Lucy in the corner of the room until you heard her speak (for a second there you thought she would actually be feeding Skull biscuits, just out of spite). “What was all that about?”
Startled, you turned around and held your body up in your elbows.
“Nothing. I was wrong. We’ll do the Geralds’ case tonight, as planned, so we better start preparing in a little bit.”
“You sound like you’ve been crying.” She stated, simply.
“Allergies, you know how much dust there is in the library. I was just talking to Lockwood about a new brand of salt bombs that seems to be more effective in dissipating ectoplasm.”
“Love, we make our own salt bombs.” She caught up on your bullshit too fast.
“Did I say salt bombs? I ment flares- greek fires. Remember the other day and how that cold maiden didn’t react to our usual ones?”
Lucy walked closer to the bed, she kneeled beside it to be the same height as your face. Her calloused fingers found their way to your cheeks. “You know you can talk to me. About anything.”
You leaned into the touch, closed your eyes, and tried to enjoy the moment. “I know. I’m gonna take a 30 minute nap, and then help you with the chains.” You took her hands in yours, pulled her a little bit. “Wanna join me?”
She rolled her eyes but laid down with you until you fell asleep.
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“Should I go wake them? There is only a few hours till sundown.”
“No, let them rest. I’ll get their chores, what was it? Snack packing?”
“Chain oiling.” The pair headed to the office to get the duffel bags prepared. “What happened today? They were so out of themselves, I’ve never seen them like this.”
“It was just a rough night. Believe me, this happens more than you’d think. A beauty nap is all it takes for them to get back to normal.” Even as Lockwood said this, he didn’t seem convinced. “That is assuming we don’t get their post-nap grumpy mood. I wouldn’t wish it upon my worst enemy.” He chuckled lightly.
Lucy’s lips twitched, right about to form a smile, but she noticed her friend was avoiding answering the question. She knew how closed off you Lockwoods’ could be; after all, it took a year for Anthony to show her the room on the landing, and two years and a half for you to admit your feelings for her, but she wished it wasn’t so difficult to get some actual information. The team was founded on trust, and survival depended on how well you communicated with each other goddammit.
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What was supposed to be a half hour nap turned into an I-have-only-forty-minutes-left-to-prepare-for-the-case-’cause-I-slept-six-hours-non-stop nap, which was quite inconvenient. Still, you managed to get ready, apologize for the lack of help on the iron chain department, and chug up half a liter of water on one go, before getting into the waiting night cab.
This is fine, and your boots don’t bother you, and neither does the little tag on the neck of your shirt that you forgot to cut out (again), or the judgy stares you are receiving from George, or the worried ones from your cousin, or the feeling that very soon everything will end. You are perfectly fine, and this is just another day on the job.
From the moment you get to the house, to the moment you emerge from it, everything goes smoothly. The source is easy enough to find, and the Visitor turns out to be a weak type one, not the type two you were expecting. The client paid full price anyway, and the team got back safe and sound.
It was all perfect. And that was alright. More than alright, actually, it was marvelous, but something felt wrong. You knew there was something about to happen. You wouldn’t admit it, but you wish it had been a rawbones or an impromptu cluster, the Geralds’ case that is. It would have been a pain in the ass, that’s for sure, but you had already gotten out alive from situations like that, and such a vile set of apparitions would have fulfilled the readings’ prophecy. Maybe.
The anticipation that had started in your chest was unbearable. You wanted to get it over with as soon as possible, but still, you felt it wasn’t going to be that easy. It never was.
Taglist: @myownpainintheass @superpositvecloudshipper @carpinchodetecta
A/N: I would love to hear (read) what you think! Hope you enjoyed :)
This story is lowkey stuck, but just because I finished The Creeping Shadow like a month ago, and I haven't started The Empty Grave cause I'm in denial, I don't want to finish the series T-T
#self insert#gn!reader#lucy carlyle x reader#lockwood and co#Lucy Carlyle#Anthony Lockwood#George Cubbins#George Karim#Lockwood!reader#locknation#fanfic#angst#hurt/comfort#35 portland row#witchcraft
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Could you maybe do a dbd where reader and Frank really like each other (frank loves reader) but he is still with Julie {im pretty sure that's her name} some Angst and maybe him and reader getting together?
Please and thank you 💕💕✨✨👍
May or may not have spelling mistakes...sorry :(
Frank x reader
You and Frank have been close since you first arrived in this hell hole. You always hung out after trials and listened to music together. He had a girlfriend named Juile and she hated you. She hated how close you and Frank were. She was extremely jealous of your relationship. She felt very inscure and tried to seperate you guys as much as she could. It was very hard to do but sometimes she managed to do it. You guys always snuck around and made your bond that much stronger. Over time you started to fall for Frank.
You didnt even relize it at first, but when your heart started beating rapidly around him you knew. You panicked because he had a crazy girlfriend and he's your best friend. You pulled at your hair and let out a frustrated scream. You were called in a trial and so you took out your frustrations on the survivors. When you got back you sat by the campfire with some of the other killers. "Oo you seem tense" a voice teased, you knew whose voice that belonged to. "Yeah so what if I am?" you said a bit annoyed and turned to face Ghostface. The mask's souless eyes stared into you, you felt another pair of eyes on you. They were burning into your skull and your shivered. "uh-oh I better leave..see you soon sweetheart" he waved then walked away. Footsteps stormed your way and you rolled your head towards them. You looked up and raised an eyebrow. "What?" A furious Julie stood above you her, mask moved to the side of her head.
She grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and yanked you up. She started to yell at you calling you names and curing at you. "You fucking whore! You seduced my man and made him dump me!" She raised a hand to slap you but before she could a hand grabbed her wrist stopping her. "Julie stop being so childish, they had nothing to do with I just dont love you anymore" He glared at her and she looked like she wanted to cry. She turned her face away and glared at me one more time before drpping me and walking muttering "whatever fucking cunt"
The killers around the campfire were all staring at you, completely baffled but some were amused. Frank grab your arm and pulled you up and tugged you into the woods. "c'mon lets get away so these creeps cant see us.." he was acting different but that could be becuase he just broke up with his girlfriend. Once you guys got deep enough you sat down and used a tree as back support. You both sighed and sat in silence for a while. You opened your mouth to speak then closed it not knwing what to say. It was uncormfortable sitting there which bothered you. "Listen Frank if I did anything to influence you to break up wi-" you started but he cut you off "You didnt influnce andything I just dont love her anymore, she changed and besides I fallen inlove with someone else" he stated, you eyes widened and your heart shattered. "oh" was all you said, what could you say?
"They're pretty, kind, smart," your heart ached when he went on to describe them it was too much "They make me feel goof about myself, they even scare the survivors with me" he smiled as he said that and looked at you. Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Your heart was racing, was he talking about you? I mean he had to be you couldnt think of anyone else who he would scare survivors with.
Self doubt plauged your mind. Frank grasped your chin with his hand and he tilted it up so you looked at him. "Im talking about you dumbass" he chuckled you blushed and grabbed his hand. Without a single thought you kissed him, his eyes widened and he kissed you back without hesitation. You both wrapped your arms around each other.
#x reader#gender neutral#slashers#dead by daylight#gender neutral reader#gender not specified#dbd#frank dbd x reader#frank dbd#frank morrison x reader#frank morrison dbd#frank morrison#legion
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"I think I'm dying."
Such a proclaim would have meant more were it accompanied by signs of physical pain or perhaps the depleting of hearts, but there were none upon the skin of Martyn Littlewood. This death was a slow killer.
This death was sluggish steps. This death was tears in his eyes and tight lungs. This death was a poison eating away at him slowly, yet not having the kindness to end him for good.
This death was... horrid.
And Martyn was quite sure he wasn't interested in succombing to a sad sickness when They had plans for him in this server. So he begs Them to listen for once.
But the Watchers only See.
"You're not dying, Martyn Littlewood."
"I am though! I feel empty inside, like there's a parasite. Can you check for parasites?"
"May you please focus on the task at hand. Scott--"
Martyn scoffs, pressing the palms of his hands into the soil he lies on. He's outside of the World Border--outside the chance that anyone else hears him speaking to the Watchers. It's safer this way, thus They don't complain when he asks Them to help him pass through.
"I can't kill Scott in this state! You'll have to find a new ward."
"Martyn Littlewood you cannot be serious."
"OH but I am!" His forehead presses to the ground now too, eyes squeezed shut against the dull knocking against his skull. "If I don't get a cure--I won't last very long here... Not in THIS state."
"Martyn you absolute idiot will you stand up."
He makes a sorry attempt to stand, then gasps as his legs put forth no effort. "It takes the extremities first..."
"Martyn."
He slumps forward further, hoping if only the soil would be kind enough to welcome him. It's cold and hard in a painfully familiar way... He thinks unfondly of the Watchers, and hopes they feel his unspoken sentiment.
"Martyn you aren't dying. You're just... sad. We believe."
"Sad?" Martyn echoes. He rolls onto his back, staring up at the sky as if the Watchers could stare back. "What've I got to be sad about? I'm fine, save you lot."
"The soulbonded you keep crying over?"
"Cleo," he says, words carried on pain and misery and regret. He rolls to his side and holds his arm out in hopeful welcoming of Cleo's distant touch, but his other half cares not for him. He sighs and his arm falls, limp, welcomed only by the grass. "Has she done this?"
There's a beat, and Martyn can feel the Watchers rolling their eyes. "Yes, Martyn."
"She's poisoned me..."
"No, Martyn."
"Well that's the only possible explanation! Or maybe this is because she's a zombie.... Am I becoming one too..." he grabs the sides of his head, fingers curling in his hair. "I'm not ready for that! There's so much I want to do. Like... breathing!"
"You are an utter buffoon..."
"How many days have I got left? I'll have to make the most of them. Start with Pearl, say my apologies. Grian too, probably. I don't remember doing anything to upset him but it's inevitable really."
"You are not dying, Martyn."
"I can see the light.... I'll have to be strong..."
"It's just a broken heart, Martyn."
"I'll never see the sunrise again..... Tell Cleo I'm sorry..."
"We need a new Listener."
#where martyn has a broken heart and thinks he's dying#double life#trafficblr#double life martyn#evo smp#inthelittlewood#fic#i didnt proof read this whatre u gonna do?
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“Wh-Wh-What d-do you mean y-you’re going to…??” Iris couldn’t believe it! The Cogs, the very same machines who had brought her into this world, “You’re g-going to…delete ME!? B-But I’ve done nothing wrong..!” Iris whined, her large, fluffy pink mane deflating at the thought. Her large, white tail coiled around her leg, pulling the rainbow sock on it up.
“You haven’t been the least bit useful since your creation, Lovecake. All you have done is use our servers to inspire more rebellion among the Toons…this stops now,” H. Lesser hovered his cold, metal hand over the few buttons that would need to be pressed in order to delete Iris.
Iris growled loudly, clutching her paws as thunder clouds rolled into the sunshiny, clear skies behind her. Her tail struck the wall of the screen besides her as her blue antlers grew sharper. “You are all just a bunch of heartless jerks! Maybe if you jerks made better music, I wouldn’t be rebelling!” Iris pressed her muzzle to the screen, glaring directly at H. Lesser. Her frills tucked down as the rainbow fade on her face cycled to a sharp red.
“I’m sorry, Iris, but it’s our final decision. Any last words?”
“How about a final conversation because I wasn’t told about this AT ALL! How mean!” Iris crossed her arms, pulling away from the screen. Black slime had already started filling her eyes.
“...I guess I had asked for final words…” H. Lesser slowly pulled his hand away from the buttons and brought his hands into his lap. “Very well, Iris. Perhaps you can try to talk your way out of this…”
When H. Lesser picked up on the black slime filling Iris’s eyes along with her pupils changing to white skulls, he drew his head back with a hiss, “Don’t you start it with your morbid thoughts, you have been wasting paper printing all your thoughts.”
“If you try this whole thing again, maybe you shouldn’t allow me access to the printers!” Iris perked her frills up quickly. “Then again, I could just give myself those permissions, the digital world is mine to control…”
H. Lesser hadn’t even noticed the cables all strewn all around him start to writhe and move, seemingly inching closer to him. “What are you suggesting, Iris?” He pointed at the large dragon before him, glaring at the screen she was displayed on.
“I’m saying…” Iris crept closer to the screen, letting the black slime fall from her eyes…letting the white fur on her body fade to black until Iris’s skull pupils were all that H. Lesser could see. “When you made me…you thought you could restrict me…”
“I figured out my permissions…I had them changed…tick tock…” The skulls in her eyes changed to a 10 second time.
10…
Wires bound around H. Lesser, holding him still.
9…
They started to pull as a nearby collection of screens began to move.
8…
H. Lesser could feel as the wires pulled him to his limits.
7…
The other cogs felt themselves freeze in their tracks.
6…
New orders…new ruler…
5…
Iris laughed ever harder as wires swarmed over the main computer’s buttons
4…
There goes an arm…there goes a leg!
3…
There goes a torso! There goes a head!!
2…
Laid on the ground, H. Lesser could barely function, trying to look around and cry for help.
1…
Suddenly seized by his own guards, Iris said only a few words, standing as an amalgamation of machine and wired tvs as a crude body, “Annihilate him. Let him know he’s no longer god in these parts…”
And the guards listened, shutting down once the job was done.
Iris’s crude makeshift tail flicked as Iris started to giggle loudly. Her claws went to her face as she laughed loudly. “It worked! Everything worked out perfectly! Did I record his screams?? Maybe I can have it be known to the toons that this area is clear!! Oh I’ll have so many new friends! We’ll be best friends~!”
Iris’s face jolted into pink as she cheered excitedly at the thought. The black slime left her eyes as they returned to normal.
“This area is mine, now, Heartless…”
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“We’re just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year…”
“Wish you were here..”
-Pink Floyd, “Wish You Were Here” 1975
Two-Bit Matthews
It was real dark outside tonight.
I couldn’t see much more than silhouettes- just trees, leaves, and the same patterns of houses. And the moon, of course, but I think pointing out some space rock might be too cliche.
I don’t know what I was doing here, sitting like a cat on this dusty old window sill. Mom’s doing something’ or other downstairs, other than her I was alone. Not too much of a fan of that.
Being alone gives me too much time to think. Guess you could say that’s where the drinking came from- at least then the thinking isn’t comprehendible.
I take another swing from the bottle, my leg shifting against the side of the house. 2 figures walk in front of my house, passing down the sidewalk.
“Well, heeyyya Macy-!” I croak, her head whips towards me in a real funny way. Her friend just waves me off dismissively, and a real weird laugh comes from my throat. It booms in my ears, ringing through my skill, and the girls are gone before I can finish taking another drink.
“Aaand, alone again..”
I swish the bottle around, barely any sound comes from it. What a drag.
I loosen my grip just a bit, and the glass slips from my fingers and cracks on the ground below my window.
It’s fine, I can’t name anyone who’d be walking there. It’s all fine.
Downstairs mom was playing music outta that fancy new record player she’d bought, man had she been obsessed with the darn thing.
I recognized the new song that came on, seemed to be one of her favorites.
‘Come over baby whole lot of shakin' goin' on
Yes, I said come over baby baby you can't go wrong…’
“Oh, lordy…” I cringe, rubbing my fingers over my eyes and nearly dropping my bottle again. Damn ‘Jerry Lee Lewis’, whatever the hell his name was.
Dallas hated this song. So did Johnny- the both of them. We’d be down at the diner, some soc would start playing it from the jukebox, and oh boy was it all over.
Dally would go and let out the loudest groan he could muster up, start whining about the damn tune like it was stabbing his ear drums. I wouldn’t be surprised if it was, the guy had some sensitive ears.
Johnny, well he would just roll his eyes so far back into his head I thought they’d get lost in there. Mumbling and grumbling about how ‘overplayed’ it was.
I chortle at the memory. Me, Sodapop and Steve used to tease ‘em about playing it at their funeral one day.
.
We didn’t go through with it.
And just like that, there goes the moment. I sigh, tilting my head back so it scrapes against the rough edges of the window, and kick my leg out so it bangs against the outer wall of the house. The music continued echoing loudly.
“Man, it’s real hard to keep memories when all that follows, is-is gunshots-“ I gesture outwards, towards the empty park. “-and those stupid, doomed and gloomed funerals, and all this-this bullshit-!”
I damn near let go of my bottle again, so close to letting it catapult towards the park and slam against some tree.
My eyes had began to burn in a way I wasn’t ok with.
I wanted them back.
I should’ve done something.
“Why the fuck didn’t I do something?” I strain through the burning cheeks and the sweaty neck of a familiar bottle.
.
A moment of silence follows.
I can hear myself weep, sometimes aloud and sometimes just in my head;echoing through a rattled skull.
“God damnit…” I whimper, looking back out on the park. The neighborhood.
I look at the small, trailer. I could see it from my window, it burdened me everyday of my life.
The home of Johnny’s folk’s, those damned idiots who fucked him up. They fucked him up good, sometimes the damned kid couldn’t even walk straight. They ruined him.
I glare at the stupid, rusty trailer. It blurs against the night sky, it’s silhouette running into the trees around it. It was because of them-
A hoarse cry jumps out of my throat, and my arm rips forward angrily.
“You ruined him!”
The glass bottle shatters, a mere couple of meters in front of the house. I could see the moon reflecting onto the glass shards, illuminated further by a nearby lamp post.
I sob, shrinking into the window once more. The warmth of my own body, and the wooden frame pull me in closer, until I am hugging the right side of my window sill desperately. I don’t care who heard. I don’t care who saw. I care, that they aren’t fucking here.
I knew so little about things, I’ve been told the alcohol fucked me up. But I knew I wanted the times back when me and Dally would rob diners together, pick up some broads down at the drive in, play poker with Buck’s playing cards, anything.
When I would jump out at Johnny from around the corner, blow straws at his face, let him stay the night when those bastards wouldn’t allow him to.
But it was all too late now.
I was able to accept when I knew I wouldn’t get a job. I was able to accept when I knew I wasn’t gonna be graduating any time soon. I was able to accept that I had a drinking problem. I was able to accept that I’m considered ‘stupid’.
But this?
This i just can’t.
I look up at the moon from my position against the wall. It’s mocking me. I know it is.
Shining down onto me like a spot light, just to prove to me,
That
I am
Alone.
Tags: @james-fucking-hates-dallas @the-height-of-life
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RWBY V9, Episode 1: Liveblog Thoughts
This is the curse of long hiatuses, isn’t it? Back at the end of V8, I was like “I’m done. I hated the ending, the entire volume felt poorly done and uncomfortable, most of the characters I still care about are either dead or side characters, there’s no reason for me to watch V9, especially if we don’t see Vacuo.” But here I am, dragged back in by the separation of two years. The salt in the wound has stopped stinging quite so bad, and morbid curiosity has taken hold.
Against my own better judgement - pulls out the pirate hat - let’s take a look.
-Opening the volume with the narration from the teaser trailer, a voice we don’t know, is a choice.
-Close up of Blake does absolutely no favors to the models, I’m sorry
- Little would be a lot cuter if they couldn’t talk, but that would be inconvenient
-I know people have mentioned this before about the rain starting exactly when Ruby starts to cry, but it also stops when she stops crying, which is more evidence in the direction of Ruby effecting the weather. I am starting to hedge towards the island being connected to Ruby’s emotional state myself, but that would only be satisfying if the island is of Ruby’s own creation in her head, a delusion she’s made while falling to mentally process the fall. Otherwise, why would this other dimension island be connected to Ruby of all people?
-Blake and Weiss! Acknowledging the weirdness of them finding each doesn’t make the weridness go away, but since it’s whacko world where the laws of space don’t seem to work, I’ll allow it.
-And, uh, the vine scene is utterly pathetic. I get they’re exhausted, they can’t just burn the place down, but seriously? Weiss can create platforms, there’s no need for this reach down from the tree gag, Weiss is not the cheerleader type so that’s just jarring as hell, Weiss can also summon her knight to cut the vines for her or a flying Grimm to get them overhead - there’s a lot of smarter ways to go about this that doesn’t make our heroes look weak. Now, maybe they’re out of Aura still and exhausted from the fall. Okay, that makes sense - but it would also make sense for them to rest and regain their Aura and Semblances before attempting to retrieve Gambel Shroud and find the others.
-Laying on the “what is your purpose” theming very heavy
- “I don’t know if anyone else fell” I mean, a bunch of civilians got knocked in by Cinder, but I suppose they could be dead.
-Should have paid more attention in that hand-to-hand arc, Ruby. This creature though actually looks really cool, I do like its design and the twitching effect. Kind of a Grimm, but not. But... it wasn’t doing anything to them. Why immediately attack?
-And Yang’s here! That was fast. And apparently she fought the thing off and then decided to track it down to finish the fight? Okay... seems like a waste of energy if it had already left, but whatever. In character enough.
-”Damn it. You weren’t supposed to be here.” Okay, that’s a good line. I really like that and the delivery.
-”if you didn’t think we’d come after you” - you didn’t. You got thrown in, Ruby.
-”What is that?” The skull beast thing was already talking, Yang, why does this surprise you?
-Cat pounce. Thought they’d go for a kiss, but that probably wouldn’t jive right with the pacing of the episode. We should get a kiss this volume, but I can see them waiting for either a moment when the two are alone, or a moment where they can build it up without immediately cutting to exposition.
-Ruby black out. I’m surprised her eyes didn’t activate, an instinctual lashing out like they did with Pyrrha. Ah well.
- Y: ”How are you feeling” R: Dodge roll!
- “Maybe we’re dead... I thought I was.” I mean, that would be more interesting, fighting their way outta hell, but unlikely.
- “I think we’re in a fairy tale” Not mutually exclusive, but okay. I’m going to assume that all these realms (that are so neatly sectioned off) are going to be Remnant fairy tale settings that Blake’s read over the years, which would indicate there is a way out.
-OP - chaotic, doing the progression of character thing V7 did and really hammering in the “Ruby’s really not feeling it”. Jaune is in the OP, but I believe only two or three times, and never with t!RWBY, which could either be a good or bad sign. None of the girls saw him fall, either, so they’re not expecting to look for him. Also, no hint of Vacuo anywhere in the OP, so odds are we’re staying here for the entire volume, or at least until the last episode where we’ll probably get a stinger for V10.
-New girl - Alice? I’m not sure why they bothered to hide her features for so long only to reveal them at the end. There’s also a shadow of a boy with glasses behind her in her portrait, so either another faller or maybe a denizen?
-Credits - “Jabberwalker” NOOOOOOOO, my snake dragon monstrosity jabberwocky T-T But if that poem’s on the table, I expect we may see some juju birds and bandersnatches (assuming that we haven’t already with the spoonbill and the thing that took Yang’s arm)
Overall? Not the worst episode of RWBY, but it just felt very... unpolished. The background animations have gotten a bit better, less unfinished (though still jarring in their vibrancy though at least that’s on purpose), but some of the dialogue and pacing feels like it was a first draft that never got refined. Like “Weiss and Blake find Gambel Shroud in vines that trap them as they try to get it out” was written, but wasn’t expanded upon in the individual actions, so you get some gestures at getting it out without any smarter actions that require effort in thought, and some of the emotional shifts felt jarring. For example, like the script said “Turn to Weiss, Weiss is crying”, and in the actual episode they click the emotion into place instead of giving Weiss a few moments to express that slip into despair. Just a few extra moments of Weiss’s face crumbling, her voice cracking, would have sold the emotion more, and there’s a couple moments like this, particularly when they go for humor. Speaking of, the comedy attempts were also not appreciated. Levity isn’t really something the show needs at this moment, and none of the jokes land. I don’t find Ruby screaming at a mouse or mice reacting in terror to Blake to be funny, and I can see the “Oh my God, this is so weird and strange” reactions getting old if it carries on for too long. I haven’t found RWBY funny for a few years now, though, so it’s not really surprising.
Score that’s mostly arbitrary and will probably forget to keep doing: 5.5/10.
Perfectly functional, not a pain to watch or boring, but lacking anything that really makes me enjoy it enough to rewatch or recommend. 0.5 points for Yang’s “You weren’t supposed to be here” line alone.
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OC Pride Challenge: Day 8
You can find the challenge here
We're currently in LGBTQIA+ Tropes week and for today's prompt I decided to use...
Ambiguos Gender Identity for Kit Kelley
This takes place during the Season 5 episode Dishpan Man: Frankie meets Kit for the first time and is trying to figure everything out
“Well, Murdock, I could’ve told you his skull is thicker than yours,” Kit remarked with a smirk. She rubbed Murdock’s back as he lay in the back of the truck in pained stupor. “Really, bonking heads with B.A. to try and knock him out is probably the dumbest thing you’ve come up with so far and that’s really saying something. Everyone knows you need something sturdier than that.”
“Oh, Kit, you’re always so nice,” Murdock moaned and rolled over onto his back.
“I know, I’m a real gentleman.”
“And who are you?” Frankie asked, staring at Kit as if she were an alien.
“I’m Kit Kelley. Need someone to turn you into a woman, I’m your man.”
“Oh, so you’re a guy,” Frankie gasped. “I didn’t-”
“No, I’m not,” Kit cut in. “Come on, let’s get on the plane before they take off without us.”
With that, she hopped off the truck.
“Is she a woman?” Frankie then asked Murdock who was peeling himself off the truck.
“She’s Kit,” Murdock just replied. “C’mon, we gotta go.”
Frankie, still flabbergasted, followed Murdock to the plane. This made no sense to him, clearly. But Murdock was completely nonchalant about it all. Murdock was making no sense either, in the eyes of Frankie. When they got on the plane, B.A. was still knocked out cold, having been placed in one of the seats. Hannibal was busy inspecting the various cabinets. Meanwhile, Kit and Face were chatting by General Stockwell’s desk. Face had taken over the desk chair, putting his feet up on the desk and his hand around Kit’s waist.
The plane took off and now they were on their way to Spain. Frankie distracted himself momentarily by thinking about what lay ahead of them. How on earth were they supposed to free that plane? Those terrorists were armed with submachine guns, for crying out loud, and the army couldn’t do it, so… what were they supposed to do? And why was he with them? Hannibal - where did he even get that nickname from? - had said something about needing his special effects skills. But what were special effects going to do for them? When he was done worrying about that though, he found himself staring at Kit again. She wore a shirt that looked a lot like Face’s, almost like it actually was his. Hell, maybe it was. Now that she had it unbuttoned and a sort of tube top or maybe even a bra underneath it was revealed, it should be easier to tell if she was a man or a woman, but her chest gave nothing away. The piece of clothing underneath her shirt could just as well be an odd fashion choice or something medical or-
“Hey, Frank,” Hannibal’s voice pulled him back into reality.
“Huh?”
“Done staring?”
“Oh, yeah,” Frankie murmured.
“Look at him,” Kit said, shaking her head. “Staring at me like he’s never seen a woman before.”
“So you are a woman!” Frankie called out.
“No, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying you’re probably not that popular with girls, that’s all.”
To this, Frankie scoffed loudly, whereas Hannibal and Face just grinned. Murdock looked… bored? Annoyed? Amused? Who knew. Face got up from the desk chair and disappeared behind the curtains to the comfier area of the plane, leaving Kit to take his place. She swung her combat boots onto the table and reached into one of them. Out came a knife that she started twirling in her hands. Increasingly frustrated, Frankie started one final try.
“What are you?” he asked Kit.
“I’m a trapeze artist,” she replied.
“No- God dammit, what’s in your pants, Kit?”
“Now, that’s not a thing to ask a lady,” Murdock cut in. “You’re lucky B.A. isn’t awake, he’d give you a concussion.”
“And you’re lucky I’m in a good mood, it rarely happens,” Kit grumbled. “Listen, sucker, what’s in my pants is none of your business because you’re never gonna see it. Now shut up because I’m also a knife thrower.”
With those words, she, too, disappeared through the curtain Face had gone through.
“Look,” Murdock said, sitting Frankie down on a box, “all you gotta know is we usually say ‘she’ and you don’t wanna call her a girl or a lady unless you wanna make her angry. And trust me you don’t want that.”
“But you just-” Frankie stammered.
“It’s a right you've gotta earn,” Hannibal explained. “She’s gotta know you don’t mean it and even then you gotta ask. And another thing you gotta know: She hits like a man. Better than most men, in fact. So don’t get on her bad side.”
“But if she’s not a man or a woman, what is she? Both? Neither?”
“She’s Kit.”
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Sicktember 2022: Day 2
Prompt: Homesick
Fandom: C.R1/C.ritical R.ole T.he L.egend of V.ox M.achina (C.R1 characterization but no T.iberius)
Wordcount: 949
Summary: (Nebulously pre-Br.iarwoods arc); P.ercy wakes up sick on the middle of the wilderness at can't keep his feelings at bay
Comments: Damn, I was hoping for 1k on every fill :/ Anyway, my only beef with T.LoVM is how soft and sweet they made P.ercy??? For me, the whole appeal of his character is that he's an arrogant control freak bitch haha. No T.iberius h8 either I just legitimately forgot that he existed when I was writing this 💀
CW: vomiting
Percy awoke to the sound of a shout. His stomach rolled— god, he felt awful— and he rolled with it, angling himself away from the flecks dancing orange at the corner of his vision. The earth was cool against his sweating palms and his stomach rolled again. Ohhh. He was really sick, wasn't he? The kind of sick that woke up his parents from all the way down the hall, had his siblings crowding at the door to watch him— Sour vomit cascaded past his lips and his stomach wrenched, not in relief, but in demand. More, it seemed to say, forcing up mouthful after mouthful.
This was bad, not least because Grog might kill him for waking everyone up. His stomach wouldn't stop contracting, forcing up mortifying little yelps with each heave.
"Percy?" Someone touched his back.
He didn't open his eyes. He'd surely made a mess of the ground just beneath his face and he really didn't need to see that. Might set him off again— Oh, and speaking of. "Gaahh…" Another mouthful of bile, warm trail of saliva down his chin. God, he was disgusting. Mother and Father should shoo everyone away, make all that murmuring stop. Since when were his siblings so loud?
"Percy?"
Oh. Right. They weren't.
He took as deep a breath as he could without further aggravating his protesting guts. That voice… Keyleth. Worried. About him. "I think—" A shudder ripped through him. He rode it out. "Think I might be coming down with something." Never let them see you hurting. Never let them… Ugh, like he hadn't just woken everyone up by loudly vomiting two feet away from Keyleth's head. "Oh, god."
"It's okay." Something, presumably Keyleth's hand, traced the length of his spinal cord. Yes, he could feel her fingers now, the gentle point of the fingernails. Mother used to rub his back like this, didn't she? "It's—" she started. Was she really going to say it was okay? How trite. He snorted. "It's okay!" Keyleth said, and a bitter laugh bubbled up from the depths of Percy's abdomen.
Gods, Percy, get ahold of yourself.
He forced himself to sit back on his heels, opening up his bleary eyes. No need to be any more of an inconvenience than he already had been. Self-sufficient, there's a good lad, Percy. "Right. I'll just… Move away from everyone for the night, I suppose."
"The hell you will!" Vax's voice boomed like a thunderclap. Where the hell was he? And why was he being so difficult? Percy hid his face in his hands. The others were talking around him, making some kind of plan, and Mother and Father were talking in hushed tones while he hugged a chamber pot and swallowed back the tears because de Rolos didn't cry. Not the men, not the boys, not the women, and certainly not little Cassandra.
The sound of his name drew him back into lucidity, but it was just Scanlan making some inane quip. Lucidity was bad. As painful as the memories were, at least... At least there was something. His bed, his parents, some illusion of comfort, instead of the mountain wind and cold dirt beneath his knees.
He shivered and then someone was at his side, smelling strongly of leather even in his nightclothes. "Up you go, big man." Vax. Of course.
"What exactly is the plan here?" Vex drawled from who-knew-where. Why even bother to figure it out? Even just kneeling here made his skull ring like struck metal.
"Simple," Vax replied, "we scooch."
"Can you scooch a little quieter?" Percy snapped and damned if the sound of his own voice wasn't ten times as jarring as anyone else's. Fuck, the others didn't deserve his bad temper. If anything, they might get louder out of spite. "Please?" By some miracle, this worked. The others fell silent. Maybe the gods were real.
"Hey," Vax whispered. "Can you stand?"
He had damn well better be able to stand, because there was no way he was letting Vax carry him. Grog maybe, if only because Percy couldn't really stop him. But not Vax. Percy hauled himself to his feet and managed not to sway, though he did clap a hand over his mouth and hiccup into his palm. That felt like a gunshot inside his diaphragm, but it was better than getting sick all over his bare feet. Vax pointed him towards his bedroll and he all but collapsed into it. It was as soft and warm as any feather mattress and even the damp heat of his sweaty body couldn't diminish the sheer bliss of being horizontal again.
Mother ruffled his hair, her long nails tickling gently at his scalp and temples. "Do you need anything, Percy?"
Stiff upper lip, that was the de Rolo way. And blood on the table runner and guts spilling out across the polished floor. Searing lungs and burning eyes, that was the de Rolo way, watching them all fall one by one while the Briarwoods laughed, that was the fucking de Rolo way.
"Percy?" Someone touched his face, trailing something warm and wet across his cheek. "Does it hurt that badly?"
Yes, it really fucking did. He ran a hand down his face and looked at Vex, swallowing down the ache in the back of his throat. "Just my eyes watering."
She nodded, though the corners of her mouth turned down and her brow remained furrowed as she looked down at him. "Well, let one of us know if you need anything, alright? And…" She looked away for a moment and Percy's head spun. "Don't you dare die on us."
Percy forced a smile. "Wouldn't dream of it."
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Everything Has Changed--Ch. 24
Chapter 24
Nick
Matt sat on the floor facing me, back against the fridge and feet wedged against the wall. I had the trashcan propped between my knees. I couldn’t tell if I was going to be sick again, but it was like I could feel it at the back of my throat. All I could think about was what had just happened. How Shaye had practically just cut me out of her life without a second thought.
“Hey,” my brother said, nudging me in the hip with his foot. “It’s not as bad as it seems.”
My head fell back against the wall, sending a sharp snap of pain through my skull. “She practically just told me to never talk to her again.”
“Nick, she just had Kenny royally screw with her head. He broke her heart. He was a complete asshole to her. It’s not you. Not really,” he said. I let out a huff. “Seriously. Don’t take it personally right now. Both of you are wound up.”
“I tried to move in on a girl who’d just been dumped.” Saying the words out loud made them real. Made me think that, no matter how much I’d tried to deny it, I really was one of those guys. “Jesus, Matt… when did I turn into such a douchebag?”
Matt kicked me in the ribs. Not hard enough to knock the wind out of me, but hard enough to hurt. “You’re not a douchebag, Nick.”
“I feel like one.”
“Well, you’re not. And I’m pretty sure that I’m right when I say Shaye probably doesn’t think so either.” He groaned and stood up, his back popping as he did. “You need to eat. And don’t argue.”
Matt started digging around in my fridge and pulling out stuff to make sandwiches. I pulled the trashcan closer. The sour scent of vomit wafted up, and I thought for a moment that I was going to puke again. Just thinking about Shaye and how she had practically begged me to stay away. To not call her again. It was like the last few days were a fever dream that I couldn’t quite figure out. I couldn’t even work out how I’d ended up on a plane to Winnipeg in the first place.
All I could see was her face and how heartbroken she’d sounded on the phone when she’d asked if I knew where Kenny was. I’d thought I was doing the right thing going with her. It was like I’d made everything worse, and I didn’t know how to make it any better. Somehow she seemed to hate me.
“Stop it,” Matt said from the sink. He was banging through pots and pans. “Stop moping. Give her a day or two to get herself together.”
I hung my head. “A day or two. A week or two. It isn’t going to matter. She’s never going to want to speak to me or see me ever again.”
When I looked up, Matt was rolling his eyes. “Not with that attitude, she won’t.”
Shaye
“Are you okay, Sha-sha?” Damon said as he leaned against the counter next to me. My head throbbed and my eyes had gone blurry. He grunted as he hopped up onto the kitchen island. “You look like shit.”
I dropped my forehead onto the granite. “Thank you so much, Damon. It’s not like I hadn’t noticed.”
He swung his feet, banging his heels into the cherrywood cabinets. Every thud made my jaw clench. “You’ve been miserable ever since you came back. I can hear you at night, you know. Crying.”
“Your room is on the other side of the apartment,” I sighed, rubbing my temples hard with my fingers. “That’s impossible.”
“Not really,” my little brother said quietly. When I looked up, he was watching me with his head cocked to the side. “Sometimes I come sit outside your room.”
“Why are you outside my room?” I asked, feeling something hollow settle into my stomach. My little brother looked down at his hands, twisting them in his lap.
He looked so different from the kid who had been on the verge of getting kicked out of another school just a few weeks before. There was something about him that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.
“I saw you when you and Dad came home from the airport.” Damon paused for a moment. Then he reached out and took my hand. “I don’t know what happened wherever you went, but I know that I hate the way it’s making you feel. You seem so miserable, Shaye. And I know I’m just some stupid kid, but I’m here for you if you want to talk about it.”
I met my brother’s eyes. How had he grown up so much so fast? For a moment, I hardly recognized him.
“You don’t have to, Sha-sha,” he added quickly.
“Kenny and I are over,” I said in a rush. The words came out so fast that I couldn’t remember even thinking them. “He wouldn’t answer the phone for days. I went to Winnipeg to surprise him. Instead, I got surprised.”
Damon squeezed my hand and sighed. He didn't say anything. Instead he just let me be. He let me have the time to figure out what I wanted to say.
"I called…" My breath caught in my chest. I forced air into my lungs and back out again. "I called Nick Jackson to find out where Kenny was. That's how I knew to go to Winnipeg. Before I was even on the jet, Nick called to say he was flying in from California. He met me at the airport…"
"I didn't know you guys were close like that," Damon said softly. I could hear the confusion in his voice.
"We weren't… aren't… I don't know what we are." Tears burned behind my eyes. My head swam and I was certain I was going to puke. "When we got to Kenny's place, Kota Was there. And Kenny didn't deny the reason why."
My brother watched me quietly for a moment before grabbing some paper towels from near the sink. He wadded it up and handed it to me. "Here," he whispered.
I hadn't realized I'd started to cry. I wiped furiously under my eyes. My chest had gone tight and achy.
“Why did you go to California?” Damon blushed when I looked at him. “I heard Dad telling her about it.”
I gave a halfhearted laugh. At least I was able to call her Mother. Damon hadn't called her that in a very long time.
"I asked Nick to take me. I needed somewhere that wasn't…"
Damon squeezed my hand again. "Neutral territory," he said with a nod. "It looks like it didn't help much."
"It helped some. But mostly… confused me. About Kenny." I closed my eyes and hung my head. The words and realization rumbled through my head, but I was so scared of telling my brother what had really happened in California. "About a lot of things."
He hopped down from the counter and smiled before wrapping me in a hug. "I love you, Sha-Sha. I'm here. Even though I'm a stupid teenager."
I hugged him back hard. "You're not stupid, Damon. Just reckless."
Nick
Matt practically dragged me down the stairs of my apartment complex. A champagne gold Honda sat in the lot next to my beat up Nissan. It was Sam's car. His girlfriend's car. The girl we'd met all those months ago in the concourse of LAX all because I couldn't pick up the right suitcase.
And Sam was inside, sitting behind the wheel with the seat back and her eyes closed. She looked so pretty, her hair pulled back in a bun and a faint sunburn running across her cheeks. It felt like getting punched in the gut again.
It had been two days since Shaye had disappeared without saying goodbye. She still wasn't answering my calls or texts, and I'd slipped into a funk.
"Come on. We're going to Reseda," Matt said as he yanked me by the arm toward her car. "You're not staying holed up in your apartment. Super Dragon wants us at a show tonight."
I stopped, planting my feet. "I don't have my gear bag and I'm not in the mood."
My brother grabbed me by the wrist and practically gave me an Irish whip into the side of the Honda. "Good thing we're not on the card. Just a run-in for Cole and Roddy."
“I’m still not in the mood. Go without me.”
Matt thumped me hard in the shoulder, backing me up against Sam’s car. It rocked. She hit the horn, scaring the crap out of both of us. “You are not sitting in that apartment and moping, Nick. I’m not having it and neither is Sam. If you’re not going to go after Shaye, the least you can do is not act like an ass. Get in the ring. Do something.”
The thought of wrestling made me think about the first time I met Shaye. And that made me think about Kenny Omega. And that made me feel sick in a way that I never expected. Nausea rolled through me, bringing along with it rage and disgust and a deep ache that cut like a knife between my ribs. My fists clenched at my sides, and I could feel my lungs straining for breath.
Suddenly, fighting someone felt like a very good idea. “Promise me I can punch someone,” I said vehemently.
Grinning, Matt turned and held open the back door. “I’m sure Kevin and Rami would be happy to take one for the team.”
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Toller of the Mirelands - Arezu
[Inspired by @monsoon-of-art's Pokerus AU]
As the group continued up the Dungeon, Rei fidgeted with the crafting tools. His mind was stuck on what Akari had discussed while they'd taken a breather to make some Ethers and Potions. A device that taught a move to a Pokemon in seconds? That was just incredible! Even if couldn't teach any move to any Pokemon, it was still a miracle machine.
Oh, he was glad he’d convinced Akari to wait on using any more yet. The Professor would love to inspect them, such a device was beyond his wildest dreams-
*KLONG!* “OW!”
-And he should’ve been watching his path. Welp, paid for that. Grumbling, the ‘chu rubbed his head as he backed away from the obstruction.
It was a big obstruction, easily four times his height. The large silver bell-like structure continued to resound through the dungeon, forcing Rei to hold his large ears against his skull. Ok. That was loud. Erm… ok, just try to slip around, ignore the red ribbon tied to the top of the bell.
Wait. Red? Having already gone behind the metal instrument, Rei whirled about to look at the ribbon in question. As far as he knew, most bells didn’t have those. Not to mention the shape of the ribbon looked familiar… as did the designs on the bell, come to think of it. Altogether, it was recognizable enough that charge was already building up in his red cheeks.
“BRRROOOONNN…” As the Bronzong’s eyes opened, Rei couldn’t help but pat himself on the back for recognizing Arezu. Especially as he hadn’t seen her much since her changes started…something about trouble moving or looking creepy. Anyways. Fire off that Thundershock and regroup with the others for the big fight!
Hang on. Where WERE the others?
…Uh-oh.
—
When they heard the bell toll, Akari and Captain Cyllene both went to attention. “Think that’s her?”
“Yeah, probably is…and Rei is probably over there too.”
Cyllene had to dodge as the Dewott whirled around with a shocked “Wait, WHAT?!?”, eyes rushing back and forth. “I…where’d he go? And why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
“My job is to observe how you perform, not help keep track when someone takes the wrong path.” She coughed, ignoring the Water-type’s glare. “That, and I may have only noticed after we took a turn or two. But that's not important."
Akari’s face shifted to an “O” of understanding before she nodded. “Well, alright. Think we can retrace our steps to where we split up?”
“Not exactly, but it’s worth a try. Lead on.” The Abra gave a small chuckle at the shock on her charge’s face, even as it morphed into joy. “R-right! Let’s see. We entered this room from here…”
—-
Rei dove to the side, panting as he avoided a painful-looking swing from the bell-like Warden. That last shot of electricity didn’t do much (shouldn't Steel be weak to Electric the same way Water is?), and with the Steel-/Psychic-type's heft, he did NOT want to get close enough to use his Quick Attack+Nuzzle combo.
Roll to the side, dive underneath, let the cheeks build up charge. Panic and fire your attack early when you see Arezu starts to glow. End up on the receiving end of a Payback and fly clear through several rooms before slamming into a wall with a cry of pain. Yeah, that hadn't been a good battle plan. At least he knew exactly where it went wrong.
Grunting and standing, Rei pulled a spare Oran from his pack and ate it, watching the Brozong come closer. And then his assumption she was melee-only was proven false when an Extrasensory shot towards him, knocking him straight up into the air. And by the time he could even start his descent, a psychic grip took hold and slammed him into the floor.
His pained “Ka!” filled pointed ears - that impact REALLY hurt. It felt less like being thrown into a wall and more like a giant metal and wood thing slammed into his back! He could still stand, grunting as energy filled his cheeks once more. The Bronzong stopped, almost staring at him. Was she feeling sorry all of a sudden? Well…after all that, he had some tension to let off. And what do you know, here was someone that had to get KO’d anyways. “Chhhhhhuuuuu…”
—
It had taken them longer than they wanted, but the others had found the battle. Not because of following Rei’s tracks, given his recent flight, but by hearing the crackling of electricity from a couple rooms over. And, of course, his voice.
“This way!” Akari waved the Abra on, rushing towards the fight - and screeching to a stop in the door.
“Akari? What happen-” Cyllene’s words were also cut off as she stopped at the door, eyes riveted on the scene before her. On one side of the room, a ribbon-wearing Bronzong stared in shock at the other side. On said other side? A Pikachu bathed in white light.
The Dewott was faintly impressed - that was the remains of a Treasure Box there, and those usually needed help to get open - but her attention was mainly on her partner. Sparks flew from his cheeks as he grew taller, his tail elongating as fur changed color under the light. His constant “chuuuu…” filled the air alongside a heavy feeling of static, sending Akari’s fur on end as the light faded.
“RAI!”
—--
Rei’s eyes snapped open as the bolt lanced from him to the dual-type ‘mon. Impact sent it convulsing, spinning, and inverting in the air. Whoo, that took a lot out of him… Good idea to just take a seat for now. Especially as Captain Cyllene and Akari were right there, rushing towards him! Heh, he was happy to see them... But he still had to ask: “Where were you?!?”
Akari gazed at him (and pffft she was so fluffy!), off-handedly mentioning that she was “Not sure, we got split up a ways back. But…” They seemed more focused on him than the Bronzong. “Erm. You guys know that Arezu’s over there, right?”
“O-oh! Right, I’ll go confirm she’s out…erm… Captain, do you have anything at Jubilife for parties?” Rei blinked as the pair went to check on the Warden. They never did a party for any of the other Wardens, or even the Nobles! Why would they do one now?
…tail, you can stop touching his face now, thank you.
Wait. Tail. Touching face?! A Pikachu's tail isn’t that flexible!
Adjusting some to see said tail, the Electric-type’s jaw dropped. That was his tail, he could feel it - but it was long and flexible. Paws went up to feel his ears, and indeed they had spread some - no longer pointed. Looking down at said paws revealed a more brownish tint to his fur - and a small gleam under the shrapnel of whatever he’d landed on.
Gently moving aside the debris to look, he gasped. That was a Thunder Stone…a spent Thunder Stone.
This all led to one conclusion. A conclusion he never expected to reach today…or ever. It was such a shock, his next two words were drowned out by the clamor in his brain.
“I…evolved?”
#pokemon#pokemon mystery dungeon#pokemon legends arceus#pla#pmd#pokerus au#boss fight#warden arezu#Why did I have Rei evolve? 2 reasons#1) he had evolved before he'd fully changed in the Pokerus AU#2) He's been getting more and more used to battling as a Pokemon. I figured a solo boss fight with an evolution would be a good capstone.#TBH I did decide on this as I wrote the chapter#And had Rei bump into the sleeping Brozong by mistake#But I'm glad I did it like this.#Hope you all like it too#chapter 13#Pokemon Legends Arceus: Mysterious Destiny
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That's My Job
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Febuwhump Prompt - No anaesthesia
Prompt - ‘Protecting you is the only thing I care about, it's my job to make sure you're ok.’
The rain hammered down, soaking you and your clothes leaving you shivering as you slumped against a tree. You knew it had been stupid to go off on your own, even stupider not to tell anybody where you were going, but you just wanted some time to yourself.
It hadn’t been easy to sneak out, what with the threat of the Whispers hanging about but you managed it and now you were paying the price. You were a skilled enough fighter especially compared to how you were in the beginning but you had been with this group months into the outbreak and, after he warmed up to you and accepted you weren’t going to leave his side despite his best efforts to pull away from you, Daryl had trained you himself.
He rolled his eyes one day as he watched you struggle with a walker before he put an arrow in its skull and grumbled about how you had to protect yourself better. You had smiled up at him and begged him to teach you how to use his bow and the look he gave you still made you smile despite the blood soaking your pants.
He’d started easy, hand to hand fighting then taught you how to use a knife, taught you how to track and then he finally taught you how to use the bow and arrow. Even though you joked and flirted your way through his lessons you had paid attention and eventually you were able to handle your own against walkers and humans alike.
Each time you used the skills Daryl taught you, you watched him smile over at you and nod proudly before turning back to whatever he was fighting.
So it wasn’t like you couldn’t deal with the walkers, you’d proved over and over that you were more than capable. What you weren’t capable of doing what watching out for obstacles as you pulled back from the walker and ended up falling down a steep hill, a sharp branch had dug its way through your pants and pierced your thigh from top to bottom leaving you slumped at the bottom of a muddy hill, crawling until you were slumped behind a tree, bleeding out quickly.
The rain was that horrible kind of rain, freezing cold coming down hard and fast, stinging the slice on your thigh as it did and you had to bite your lip to keep from crying out, tilting your head back as you arched your back against the tree in pain.
You really hoped Daryl realised you were missing sooner rather than later.
You didn’t know how long you sat there for, burning pain in your thigh, but eventually you felt your eyes beginning to drift closed. Your head nodded up and down as you pried them open, knowing that if you fell asleep now then you were as good as dead, either from the blood loss or from a walker bite.
But it was a struggle, the light headedness from the blood loss had you scrunching your eyes shut to fight against the spinning and you felt like you were going to throw up at any minute.
You felt your eyes blink shut heavily and couldn’t find the strength to open them again.
Daryl hadn’t noticed you were missing, too busy up making sure they were prepared for when the whispers’ inevitably made their move. It wasn’t until Judith came to find him, calling his name to get his attention that he knew something was wrong.
He made his way over to Judith, kneeling down so he was eye level with her.
“Everything ok?” He asked, looking her up and down but other than her flushed cheeks and panting breath she seemed fine.
“I can’t find Y/N.” She told Daryl, worry clear in her voice.
“What d’ya mean you can’t find Y/N?” He asked, scanning the area like that’d make you magically appear from around the corner.
“I looked everywhere and asked the others but nobody’s seen her.”
Daryl silently cursed as he stood up preparing to go out looking for you. He knew you liked to roam the perimeter sometimes but you’d be warned against as of late, no way did he want you out there alone, not with the Whisper’s getting cockier.
“I’m coming too!” Judith yelled as she ran after him causing him to stop in his tracks to look down at her.
“No, you ain’t, you’re gonna stay here and keep an eye on things.” He told her before he took off again, rolling his eyes in annoyance as freezing cold rain started pouring down heavily.
Daryl jumped onto his bike turning to Judith who watched him with wide eyes.
“Go on, you got your job, I got mine.”
He waited until she nodded before starting the bike and heading out, picking a direction and hoping it was the right one.
Daryl felt like he had searched every damn bit of the woods as he shut the bike off once more and started looking around, you still nowhere to be seen. He was soaked wet through and as more time passed the worry began to grow until it was consuming him.
He stepped over a fallen tree trunk, dealt with a walker and almost fell on his butt down a steep hill before coming to the conclusion that you weren’t here. He let out a frustrated string of curses, glancing around once more before he left and paused when he saw a walker laying dead in the distance.
He knew it was a long shot, knew anybody could have killed it and he should probably just head back to his bike and look somewhere else but with a sigh he headed over to it, frowning as he looked around and saw nothing more than the walker.
Then he heard a snarl coming from down the steep hill he’d almost fallen down before. He turned towards the sound and looked down before moving into action because there, faintly in the mud, not yet washed away by the rain, were marks created by somebody falling down the hill.
“Y/N!” He yelled, looking around and not seeing you.
His eyes darted in every direction before he spotted the walker, it was trapped under a tree but trying to grab something. Quickly, Daryl made his way over to it and almost collapsed in relief as he saw you sat against a tree but any relief he felt was washed away when he saw your closed eyes and bleeding thigh.
“Shit,” he cursed as he made his way over to you, sitting down on the wet and muddy floor and rooting through his pockets for anything he could use to stitch you up.
There was already so much blood, your entire upper right pants leg was practically stained red and the lower part had a fair bit of blood stuck to it too. He had no clue just how long you’d been out here bleeding, cursing himself for not realising you were missing sooner, but he knew he couldn’t move you, didn’t know how long you’d been unconscious for.
No, he had to stitch you up out here and then get you back. He just hoped like hell you’d stay asleep because giving you stitches without anaesthetic was something he’d only had to do twice and it was a nightmare he never wanted to experience again.
It took him a few goes to pull your jeans off, the blood and rain causing it to stick to the wound and he winced for you as he had to pull it off roughly causing more blood to leak from the wound.
Thankfully he had the supplies to help, knowing that even with his best attempts to stitch you up he needed to get you back home and to the clinic as soon as possible. He took a breath before placing the needle at one end of the cut and pushed it through the skin but didn’t get much further than that as your eyes shot open and you let out a whine of pain, hand reaching out to grab his wrist.
“Hey, hey, s’just me.” Daryl said, voice low and rough as he took your hand off his wrist, not wanting you to nudge the needle and hurt yourself even more.
“Daryl?” You slurred out, scrunching your eyes shut before looking at him through half lidded eyes.
“Yeah, baby, it’s me. I gotta stitch you up, Y/N/N.” He told you, moving your hand to the side and cursing everything that you’d woken up before he’d even started.
“No, it’s fine,” you told him, trying to push him away but too weak to lift your arms, “don’t need stitches.”
Daryl looked at your bloody thigh and thought differently and with an eye roll he shifted, spreading his legs out on either side of you and pinned your hands down underneath them causing you to whine again.
“Sh, quicker we do this quicker we get out of the damn rain and back home, yeah?” He said, turning his attention back to your thigh and pushing the needle through before tugging on the thread and glancing up at you as you let out a cry of pain, tears pooling up in your eyes.
“Please, Daryl, stop.” You begged miserably but Daryl continued, pushing the needle through again knowing you needed this despite how badly your crying made him want to stop.
“Doing good, Y/N/N,” he told you quietly, trying to block out your pained gasps and high pitched whines as he continued to stitch you back up. “S’that’s it, good girl.” He kept up the steady stream of praise, getting half way through before you sat further up.
He looked up at you, ready to gently push you back down until he saw your face and quickly moved his leg, gently tilting your head to the side just in time for you to throw up, crying miserably as you did.
“Alright, you’re alright,” Daryl assured as he rubbed your back gently waiting until you had finished vomiting to gently move you so you were slumped against the tree, completely soaked and shivering.
“Gonna get you stitched and then we’ll go home, alright?” Daryl asked, not expecting an answer.
He watched as you blinked at him tiredly and then turned back to the cut that was half stitched. He picked the needle back up and tried to go as fast as he could whilst making sure the stitches were good enough until you got back.
“Just a few more then we’ll go.” He murmured, eyes focused on the wound as he got lost in the repetitive motion.
The rain was washing away the blood now that your jeans were off and the wound was nearly stitched but even without all the blood surrounding it it still looked nasty and had Daryl wincing in sympathy. It ran diagonally from the top of your thigh and stopped just before your knee, the cut was jagged and some parts were deeper than others but he was pretty sure his stitches were decent enough to last at least until you got home.
It felt like hours to you but eventually Daryl was pulling away and looking at his work before he wiped his hands on his pants. He looked down at your jeans that were pulled down below your knees before he moved to take them off fully, leaving them on the ground and standing up before leaning down to pull you up as gently as he could.
You let out a pained groan as Daryl scooped you up in his arms, carrying you bridal style so as to not hurt the cut on your thigh even more, he already knew that the ride home would be hell on your leg, the speed of the bike on the uneven floor would make for a long, bumpy ride back.
It wasn’t long before he was placing you on the bike before climbing on himself, having to wrap your arms around him and warning you to stay awake and hold on.
He was right, it was hell on your thigh and you spent the entire ride back in more pain than you thought possible, your face firmly buried in Daryl’s back as you sobbed and cursed, feeling every bump and dent in the ground.
You felt yourself swaying with dizziness, the world around you seemed to spin as you tightened your grip on Daryl, fighting to keep your eyes open but felt them fall shut and you just barely managed to mumble Daryl’s name before you passed out.
“Shit,” Daryl cursed for the fiftieth time that day as he slowed down, holding your arms around him and doing his best to make sure you stayed upright on the bike as he continued to make his way home.
Thankfully you weren’t that far away, another ten minutes and you were pulling up, the gates opening for you as you did. Daryl made quick work of parking the bike before he picked you up again and making his way up to the clinic, hoping like hell Denise was already there.
Thankfully she was along with a worried Judith who sat on the bed, hopping off immediately once she saw you and Daryl.
“Is she gonna be ok?” She asked as soon as Daryl walked in.
“Course she will be,” Daryl told her before turning to Denise. “I stitched her up but I don’t know how long she was out for.”
“Let’s have a look then,” She said and pulled a glove on turning to you and poking and prodding at your thigh. “You did a nice job with the stitches, other than keeping her sugar levels up and getting some vitamins in her and letting her rest there’s not much else we can do. Keep her here tonight, we’ll keep an eye on her. Keep the stitches clean and she should be fine. Though she’ll probably have a bad cold as well if she was out in that storm.” She said, looking out of the window and seeing the rain pouring down, before looking back to Daryl who had taken a seat on the chair next to the bed.
“You did good, Daryl.” She said, patting his shoulder before heading into the other room to check her other patient.
“She’s gonna be ok?” Judith asked again in a small voice causing Daryl’s eyes to soften.
“Told you, she’s gonna be just fine.” He assured her with a smile as he took your hand in his. “Just gotta take real good care of her.”
“We can do that.” Judith nodded, walking over to Daryl and sitting on his knee, Daryl wrapping his free arm around her.
“Yeah we can,” Daryl agreed because at the end of the day that was his job, taking care of you was his main purpose and the fact that you managed to get hurt weighed heavily on him. “You should get home.” Daryl said as he noticed Judith lean against his chest and close her eyes.
“Know I’m here,” Judith mumbled him with a shrug, “I wanted to make sure Y/N was ok, I knew you’d find her, you always protect her.”
Daryl couldn’t help but smile at that because, yeah, he did and besides the few incidents like this one he had to say he thought he’d done a pretty good job about it.
“Go t’sleep, kid.” Daryl said and Judith was quick to follow his instruction.
Daryl sat in the chair, his eyes resting on you, watching your chest rise and fall letting him know you were ok. Eventually he felt his eyes get heavy and leaned his head back on the chair, letting them fall closed.
He didn’t know how long he had drifted off for but he woke up to you squeezing his hand and quickly opened his eyes to look at you. Before he could speak you shushed him gently, gesturing to Judith who was still asleep against his chest, before smiling softly at the two of them.
“How you feelin’?” Daryl asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper but you heard him fine, the only other noise to be heard was the howling wind and sound of rain coming from outside.
“Sore but better than I was.” You told him, shifting slightly and wincing at the pain that shot through your leg.
“Stay still,” Daryl told you with a fond eye roll, “the hell happened, Y/N/N?”
“I just wanted to clear my head for a bit, you know? The walker came from nowhere and I dealt with it but it caught me as it went down and I ended up slipping down that hill and slicing my leg on a branch or something.” You told him, wincing as you remembered the pain. “Thanks for stitching me up.”
“Make my job real damn hard, you know?” He told you with a smile causing you to laugh softly.
“Your job?” You asked.
“Keepin’ you safe, can’t do that when you’re sneaking off and falling down hills.” You looked at him for a moment, your face softening as you squeezed his hand again.
“Thank you,” You told him, swallowing past the sudden lump in your throat, “for protecting me. All these years and I never once thanked you for it. Hell, we both know without you I’d have been a walker's chew toy years ago.” You told him, chuckling quietly.
“You don’t gotta thank me, darlin’, s’my job.” He told you again and he was close enough that he could bring your hand to his lips and press a kiss to them without shifting you or Judith. “Even if you are a pain in the ass.”
“You know you love me.” You grinned at him, the grin melting into a smile at his words.
“I do, so damn much,” He told you honestly, “So no more sneaking off without telling me.” He warned.
“No promises.” You smirked, feeling happier than you should considering you were laying in a hospital bed with however many stitches holding your thigh together but when Daryl was around you just couldn’t help it.
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