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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 1 year

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Note: Halloween chapter 10. Other chapters here.

Warnings: 18!! smut, fluff, bit of angst. mention of death, animal death, demonic possession, ghosts, bdsm activities.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You learned what would happen if you taunted Sihtric, and he finally opened up about his deal with the Devil.

wordcount: 4,9k

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'Did I tell you to speak?'

You and Sihtric had been inseparable since that Halloween weekend you first met, but the past few weeks you had barely seen each other. Your job had been very demanding and Sihtric had been called for help by the church. And now that the agony of being apart was almost over, you both couldn't contain your excitement to see each other again.

You: how's my good Christian boy doing? ;)

Sihtric: your good Christian boy has a nice prayer chair in his basement for you, lady…

You: oh I remember

Sihtric: good ;)

You: but seriously, how are you, love? I miss you so much…

Sihtric: I'm okay, it's been quite the month, glad it's almost done

Sihtric: and I miss you too, little bat, so much, you have no idea

Sihtric: can't wait to see you again, my heart's been aching for you

Sihtric: tell me what you want to do this weekend?

You: just… something nice and quiet? nothing crazy, really. work's been stressing me out so much I just need to relax

Sihtric: anything you want, baby, I'll do for you

Sihtric: I'll come up with something

Sihtric: promise I'll treat you good all weekend

Sihtric: miss you

Sihtric: miss you a lot

Sihtric: love you a lot too

You giggled like a teenager at the endless incoming texts from your hopelessly in love boyfriend. You couldn't wait to see him again but you were also nervous, as you wanted to know the truth about him. You wanted to know why he had certain abilities that seemed supernatural and why certain demons knew him all too well.

The weekend was finally here and you ran to the door when Sihtric pulled up at your house to pick you up, early in the afternoon. You opened the door and took in his appearance as he got out of his car; his half shaved haircut, the black jeans with the leather boots, a black hoodie underneath a black fleece jacket and that sweet, huge smile on his face when he saw you melted you completely.

You ran up to Sihtric and jumped in his arms while he was barely prepared, but luckily his reflexes were quick enough to catch you in time.

'Love,' Sihtric chuckled whike trying to get a good grip on you as he stumbled a few steps back.

You took his face in your hands and immediately kissed his lips, much to his delight, and it didn't take long before Sihtric turned your sweet kiss into a sloppy one, as per usual. The more tongue, the more he enjoyed it. And you didn't mind, but you did kind of wonder if your neighbours enjoyed the sight of the intense kissing in your frontyard in broad daylight.

'Gods,' Sihtric sighed as he put you down on your feet, cupping your cheeks, 'I've missed you, my shadow.'

'I missed you too,' you pouted, and Sihtric pulled you in for a tight embrace.

'We're never doing this again,' he said as he held you, 'being apart for so long.'

Back at Sihtric's place, he took off his clothes as fast as he could. If it was up to him he'd just walk around naked in his house all day. But he figured it's more classy to somewhat cover himself up, so when he found you in his living room he was just in his slim fitting boxers and wearing that black satin robe you love seeing him in.

'So,' you said, still fully dressed as Sihtric pulled you with him into his kitchen, 'what is the plan for the evening?'

'I,' Sihtric said and lifted you up to sit on the kitchen counter, 'am going to cook for you,' he smiled and cupped your cheeks, 'and then we'll watch a movie, any one, you get to pick,' he nuzzled your nose, 'and after the movie,' he pecked your lips, 'or maybe even during the movie, I'll make sweet, sweet love to you,' he chuckled and gave you a firm kiss, 'and after that maybe some hot chocolate?'

'I see,' you giggled, 'and what's for dinner?'

'Well, you can have me,' Sihtric grinned, 'or I can make a rice dish.'

'But what if I want both?'

Sihtric shrugged, 'Perhaps that's an option too,' he winked and slapped your thighs.

You watched Sihtric as he prepared you a whole dish, chopping the vegetables and meat right next to you, and you felt oddly aroused at the sight of the knife in his hands. He carefully took his time to cook for you, and every time he had to pass you to get something he stole a kiss or two. You opened a few texts as Sihtric heated up some pans, and you scoffed as you looked at your phone.

'Damn,' you mumbled.

'Hm?' Sihtric looked over at you, 'what is it?'

'No, eh,' you cleared your throat, 'I just got a text from a friend. Apparently her rather new boyfriend ran over her cat, killing it instantly.'

'Oh, shit,' Sihtric said, 'that's fucked up.'

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'poor thing.'

Sihtric suddenly chuckled. 'Weird that,' he said, 'I had a dream a few days ago that I ran over someone's cat.'

'Really? That's freaky,' you stared at him, 'maybe you predicted it?'

'Nah,' Sihtric shrugged, 'I probably did it in another life,' he winked with a smile and continued cooking.

'Which sauce?' Sihtric held up two bottles to you from across the kitchen, 'sweet and sour or sweet and spicy?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'which one do you like?'

'No, I'm asking you, love,' he smiled, 'or you want to try them first?'

You nodded and Sihtric made his way over. He dipped his finger in the sauce and brought it up to your lips. You expected him to gently push his finger in your mouth, but then a mischievous smirk appeared on his face. He pulled his hand away from you and smudged the sauce on his bare chest.

'You want to try it?' he smirked, 'go ahead.'

You shook your head lightly with a smile. He didn't even have to try, everything Sihtric did was somehow so erotic, it made you wonder if he was even real sometimes. You brought your lips to his chest and he moved his hands in your hair. A sharp exhale left his lips along with a soft hum as you ran your tongue over his body, tasting the sweet and sour sauce.

'Not bad,' you chuckled and looked up at Sihtric, who was biting down on his lip with a smile.

He repeated the same action with the other sauce but this time he deliberately used a little more, making you use your tongue on him again.

'I like this one better,' you said.

'Let me taste it,' Sihtric husked and he kissed your lips, his tongue entering your mouth with ease. 'Hm,' he hummed and broke the kiss, 'yeah, the spicy one tastes good,' he agreed.

And then as if nothing happened, he turned and went back to the pan to add the sauce.

When dinner was ready you both ate on his couch while watching the movie you picked; The Conjuring. You had both seen it over ten times already, and still loved it all the same. But halfway through the movie Sihtric kept glancing at you, and whenever you looked back at him he quickly looked away. He kept this up for minutes. Until he realised you started to ignore him, because apparently you thought Patrick Wilson, who played Ed Warren in that movie, was kinda hot, and Sihtric wasn't having it.

He then slowly moved closer and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him and brushed your fingers through his dark curls, which satisfied him and he smiled sweetly at you now that he had your attention. But when you brought your eyes back to the tv again, Sihtric glared at you. He knew he could just pick you up, take you upstairs and chain you to his bed, and you'd happily let him. But Sihtric had missed you these past few weeks so he wanted to be gentle, and maybe he even enjoyed the chase tonight, because he clearly had to win you over here, as your eyes were still glued to his tv.

Sihtric leaned in again and you chuckled softly when you felt he nuzzled your cheek, then pecked your jaw and brought his lips down to your neck with soft open-mouthed kisses. His hands trailed slowly down your body to your waist, then slipping under your shirt.

'Babe,' you murmured, 'I want to watch the movie.'

Sihtric sat back and stared at you, then crossed his arms and shrugged. 'Fine.'

You clicked your tongue and chuckled, 'Sihtric, don't be salty now.'

'No, it's fine,' he shrugged again while staring at the tv.

You bit down a laugh as you saw his bitter face.

'Siht, the movie is over in like half an hour,' you said, 'patience.'

'No, I don't want it anymore now,' he lied.

You knew if you'd straddle his lap now you'd feel he definitely still wanted it, but you also enjoyed him not getting what he wanted right away, so you fought your own urges too, just to taunt him.

'Okay, fine by me,' you shrugged and focused on the movie again.

You sat in silence for the remainder of the movie, and as soon as the end credits started rolling Sihtric switched off the tv, got up to clean the table and kitchen, and then went upstairs. You knew he wanted you to take the bait, but you wouldn't, not right away at least. So you made yourself some tea before you finally went upstairs too. Sihtric pretended to be asleep already, and he was so bad at faking it, but you pretended to buy it and got under the sheets, your back turned to him.

Not a word was spoken but the tension was thick and electrifying. It felt as if you'd touch him now lightning would strike inside the room, blowing all the fuses, as the lust you felt for each other was too powerful for its own good. And you laid in silence for several long minutes after you had switched off the lights.

'What makes you think you can deny me?' Sihtric's voice rumbled low through the bedroom, like thunder.

'I wasn't denying you,' you hissed and smiled in the dark, but he didn't have to know you enjoyed this.

'I should punish you for that,' he said.

'Fine.'

'Yeah?'

'Sure,' you sighed, hiding your amusement and anticipation.

'Fine,' Sihtric said.

He switched on a light, grabbed your ankle and pulled you towards him swiftly. He got out of bed and swung you over his shoulder, walking down the stairs and through his long hallway, to the stairs that went down to his "playroom".

'Sihtric?' you laughed, a little nervous now as he walked into the dimly red lit room.

'Did I tell you to speak?' he asked firmly, and a pleasant shudder went down your spine as you felt lightheaded at his tone.

'Wh- what are we doing here?' you giggled.

'Did. I. Tell. You. To. Speak?' Sihtric asked again, slower this time, and he grabbed your chin after he had put you back on your feet, 'hm?' his mismatched eyes stared at you with an intense gaze.

He then leaned his forehead against yours, pushing you backwards to the spanking bench, the one which looked like a prayer chair. Sihtric took off your shirt and before you knew it your lounge pants were gone too, and he didn't stop until you were completely naked, and then he took off his robe. He pushed you down on the chair and grabbed your wrists firmly with one hand, then kneeled down in front of you and cupped your cheek with his other hand.

'Love?' Sihtric whispered, staring into your dazed eyes, 'love, are you still here?' his sudden soft eyes darted over your face.

'Y-yeah,' you smiled at him.

'A little too much, my bat?' Sihtric chuckled lightly.

'No,' you laughed, 'go… go on.'

Sihtric brushed a few strands of hair out of your face and pecked your lips.

'Trust me?' he asked.

'I trust you.'

'Safe word?' Sihtric asked as he held your chin gently.

'Thunder,' you chuckled at the word you both agreed on last time you were together.

'Thunder,' Sihtric smiled and handcuffed your hands to the chair.

He got up, towering over you, and cupped both your cheeks. 'Safe signal, love?' he asked.

'Three tugs,' you said, and tugged your cuffed wrists three times.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed in agreement, 'you good?' he asked again.

'Yeah,' you smiled, and your heart skipped a beat when he kissed your lips sweetly.

'Good,' Sihtric smirked, and then he suddenly slapped your face, earning a gasp and satisfied chuckle from you.

Your head was spinning at your dominant boyfriend, and your mouth nearly watered when he took off his boxers and grabbed your chin, teasing your lips with his hard cock.

'Be a good girl for me,' Sihtric purred, 'open.'

You listened to his command and opened your mouth. Sihtric hummed with heavy-lidded eyes, and his lips curled into a smile as the warmth and wetness of your mouth enveloped his entire length.

'Fuck,' Sihtric hissed and threw his head back, while slowly thrusting deep into your mouth.

His hands were in your hair, keeping you in place, and his mischievous laugh made your core heat up even more. You hummed at the taste of him in your mouth, and Sihtric growled at the sensation it gave him. He looked back down at you, loving the way your reddened lips wrapped so perfectly around him, his thumbs caressing your cheeks as he dragged his cock out and back into your mouth again slowly.

'Good girl,' he chuckled.

He tugged your hair, forcing you to look up and lock eyes with him. The feeling of his warm hands on you, while being restrained as he uses your mouth for his own pleasure, along with the sight of his muscular body towering over you and his heavy-lidded eyes staring down at you, combined with the sound of his soft moans, deep sighs, low growls and his mischievous laughs and chuckles, it was all almost enough to make you reach your own high without even touching yourself. And it drove you wild.

'You like that?' Sihtric murmured.

'Mhm,' was all you could hum, and tears rolled down your cheeks.

Sihtric enjoyed the sight of your tears, knowing they were not caused by pain or sadness, and he wiped them sweetly before he took a faster pace. You moaned and gagged once, to which Sihtric pulled out to give you some air, but not before he slapped your cheek again.

'I'm going to use that pretty mouth of yours, and you're going to take it,' he growled, then sweetly caressed your slapped cheek and pushed his cock back between your swollen lips again. 'Ah, fuck, baby,' he moaned and looked down at you with slightly parted lips, breathing heavy, 'even better than I imagined,' he smiled, slapping your cheek again, 'good girl,' he said again with ragged breath, 'such a fucking good girl for me,' he hissed, fucking your mouth faster but still carefully enough for you to enjoy it.

You felt his cock twitch in your mouth, and it didn't take long before you swallowed his cum after Sihtric came with a loud grunt. His heavy breath filled the room while he was quick to pull out, kneel down, and he swiftly freed your wrists. Sihtric picked you up and cradled you in his arms as he sat down on the comfy sofa in the centre of the room. You chuckled tiredly, and Sihtric did the same. He kissed your lips softly and nuzzled your nose.

'You okay, my love?' Sihtric whispered, still coming down from his high.

'Yeah,' you smiled and wrapped your arms around his neck.

Sihtric kissed your cheeks and lips softly, over and over again, whispering sweet nothings in between each kiss.

'I love you,' 'you're so good to me,' 'you're made for me, darling,' and, 'I can't ever get enough of you, my love,' were words he murmured.

'You think you can handle a little more?' he asked after he had recovered himself.

'Maybe,' you grinned.

Sihtric hummed, smiling, and slowly pulled you with him to the X-shaped cross. He put his boxers on again and you quickly said he wasn't allowed to put on his robe, to which he smirked and agreed.

'Now what?' you asked as Sihtric pushed you up against the cross, 'restraining me again?'

'Just a little,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your lips, then pushed your legs apart with his knee and cuffed your ankles to the cross.

'Good for you, love?' he asked, looking up at you.

'Yeah,' you breathed, 'not my wrists?'

'No, my queen,' Sihtric said and took your wrists, pressing soft kisses onto your skin, 'you'll need your hands,' he smiled.

Your breath hitched when you felt his lips on your thigh, kissing up to your core. And when he dragged his tongue between your folds you realised he was right when he said you'd need your hands, as you immediately grabbed onto his hair.

'Fuck, Sihtric,' you sighed.

Sihtric hummed against your skin and you threw your head back, enjoying the way his tongue felt and you knew it wouldn't take long before you'd finish this way. Sihtric moaned softly each time you tugged his hair, and he pressed soft kisses to your wet cunt before he slit two digits inside you. You gasped and pulled his hair harder, pushing his lips back on you and the feeling of his tongue and fingers simultaneously pleasing you was almost too overwhelming. Tingles spread through your entire body, your knees became weaker with each stroke of his tongue and each thrust of his fingers inside you.

'Come on, love,' Sihtric breathed, 'I want to drink all of you,' he moaned softly, 'my queen. My darkness, give it to me.'

You desperately tried to push his lips back onto you, and Sihtric chuckled at your dishevelled state as you tried to grind against his tongue.

'Give yourself to me, surrender,' he smiled at you as you looked down at him, barely able to keep your eyes open or to keep yourself up on your trembling legs.

Sihtric released your ankles and caught you when your legs gave out, and he carefully brought you down to your knees as he lowered his body to the floor along with yours. He laid down on his back and pulled you on top of him.

'I wasn't finished, angel,' Sihtric smiled sweetly, 'you haven't finished,' he said and pulled your hips up to his face.

He hooked his arms around your thighs and pulled you down on him, and he licked, kissed and sucked you in ways you had never felt before. You moaned, laughed, squealed, cursed and squirmed as he held you in a tight grip, moaning against your core as his mouth never left you, and he wasn't going to let you go until you came for him. And when you finally did, screaming out his name while Sihtric drank you in as if you were the sweetest drink he ever had, your head was spinning and you pushed yourself off him as you immediately became oversensitive.

Sihtric was quick to grab you and pull you in his arms, and he carefully flipped you on your back. You both breathed hard while trying to catch your breath as Sihtric moved on top of you, and you both started to laugh when you locked eyes.

'What the fuck is wrong with you?' you laughed, pushing Sihtric's hair out of his sweaty face before you pressed a kiss to the shaved side of his head.

'A lot, my princess,' he chuckled, 'but if you didn't enjoy this, then I won't do it aga-'

You quickly hushed Sihtric with a kiss, tasting yourself as your juices still lingered on his lips and tongue.

'Well, I guess that means you enjoyed it,' Sihtric played dumb and smirked at you.

You hummed with a smile as Sihtric reached for his robe, grabbing his phone, and he changed the red lights to a warm white with a quick tap. His mismatched eyes scanned your body, and he asked if you were hurt or felt bruises where the restraints had been, but you were absolutely fine.

'Perfect, my love,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your lips, 'you are absolutely fucking perfect for me.'

He pulled you up to him as he sat back and threw his robe around your shoulders, covering you up. He picked you up in his strong arms and carried you over to the unused bed, where he laid down next to you and cuddled up. Sihtric pecked your skin wherever he could as you still tried to come down from your high, and when you finally recovered you returned the favour. You kissed his face, your lips finding each scar he had, letting Sihtric know you loved him entirely. You slowly and softly kissed down his neck, to his chest, trailing your lips all the way down to the birthmark he had right above the elastic waistband of his underwear. Sihtric's breath hitched and he was quick to pull you back up to him to straddle his lap.

'Love,' Sihtric chuckled, cupping your cheeks, 'don't go there. We both won't handle another round tonight.'

'I know,' you smiled and leaned in to kiss his forehead.

You traced your fingers over his face while Sihtric looked at you, completely in love. He loved the way his black robe hung around your shoulders. You truly were an Angel of Death, he thought, and you simply took his breath away without even trying.

'You know,' you said softly, drawing circles around the small birthmark on his forehead, 'some say that birthmarks are marks of how you died in previous lives.'

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed with a smile, 'I wonder what happened to me then. Got shot in the head by a biker gang?' he chuckled, 'stabbed in my waist with a sword perhaps?'

You chuckled at his fantasies and wrapped your arms around him, burying your face in his neck.

'You're so silly,' your voice sounded muffled against his warm skin, 'I love you, Sihtric.'

'And I love you, little bat,' Sihtric whispered as he held you tight, 'until the end of time.'

After you had taken a soothing shower together Sihtric made you hot chocolate with whipped cream, as promised, and you found yourself in his bedroom, sitting across from him in the large and cosy windowsill. The darkness outside hid the view outside, but the rain and wind announced their presence by slamming hard against the window. You were both comfortable and at peace, leaning back against a few large pillows while your legs tangled together underneath a warm fleece blanket. You were still wearing Sihtric's robe, which he deemed stolen by you now, and he was in nothing else than his black sweatpants. You sipped from your hot chocolate and you chuckled when Sihtric got his moustache covered with whipped cream after his first sip.

'Babe,' you laughed, leaning in to wipe his face.

'I know, that always happens,' Sihtric smiled after you cleaned him up, 'thank you, baby,' he said and puckered his lips, blowing you a kiss.

You both enjoyed the sound of the rain for a while as you couldn't keep your eyes off each other while exchanging sweet smiles and soft chuckles, and you earned an occasional satisfied hum from Sihtric when you smiled at him. And after a while you cleared your throat.

'Sihtric?'

'Hm?'

'You know I still have questions,' you said hesitantly, 'maybe now's a good time?'

'There was never a wrong time,' Sihtric said, 'we just didn't get to it,' he placed his empty cup on the ground and leaned in to you, 'what do you wish to know, my love?'

'When we were attacked in the living room, I heard you say that Lucifer owed you one,' you said as he took your empty cup, 'what was that about?'

Sihtric nodded slowly and sat back, then took a deep breath.

'So,' Sihtric smacked his lips and looked at you, 'a few years ago Uhtred got almost fatally wounded during a mission. I was already involved in some occult practices, and I did a ritual to try and save his life. I fucked up and somehow summoned the Devil himself,' he said, raking his fingers through his damp hair, 'and I made a deal. My soul for Uhtred's life. And, well, as you know Uhtred is still alive.'

'Sihtric,' you gasped softly, 'why on earth…'

Sihtric made a shushing sound and smiled softly.

'Last year during one of my ghost hunting adventures I encountered Lucifer again. I didn't know it was actually him, until I was about to send the entity back to wherever it came from. Then Lucifer announced himself and, since he wasn't really bothering anyone, I more or less bothered him in an abandoned castle really,' Sihtric chuckled, 'we made another deal. I let him live, so to speak, and in return I got my soul back.'

You stared at Sihtric, 'You've got to be joking?'

'I'm not,' he laughed softly, 'I know it's quite a story. And you're the first one to hear about this, actually,' Sihtric smiled at you, glad that he could share a story as ridiculous as this one with someone who believed him and wasn't going to force him into a mental hospital and medicate him.

'But, wait,' you said, 'that doesn't explain how he owed you one?'

'It doesn't,' Sihtric said, 'I encountered him once more, just before you and I met. He showed up at my home.'

'What, the Devil knocked on your door and you let him in?'

'Actually,' Sihtric chuckled, 'that is exactly what happened. He knocked three times, a deafening sound. A sound a human can't possibly make. And, yeah, I let him in. He needed my help.'

'What?' you scoffed.

'He needed my help,' Sihtric shrugged, 'a demon tried to cross to our world by possessing a young girl,' he explained, 'but that's not how the Devil works, or demons in general. They have rules. They are not allowed to possess or harm unless provoked or invoked and the girl was innocent. Lucifer knew that a priest would turn the demon and send it to Heaven, which is not what he wanted, Lucifer wanted to punish the demon himself. So he needed someone who could do the job, without being, you know… strict about certain rules,' Sihtric winked with a half smile, 'so I helped him rid the demon of our world, back to Hell, where it would get its penance.'

'Fucking hell,' you murmured, to which Sihtric chuckled.

'Yeah,' he said, 'but…'

'There's more?' you stared at him.

'There's more,' Sihtric said, 'apparently there are a lot of demons who try to cross over like that, breaking Hell's laws. So… that is what I do. And that is what I did the past few weeks, when I said I was working for the church. And, sure, in a way I was,' he smiled, 'but I guess I work more for Satan's church. I answer when he calls, and therefore the Devil will always be in debt with me.'

You still stared at Sihtric, not knowing what to say. He understood it was a little overwhelming, and he leaned in to cup your cheeks.

'And therefore, little bat,' he smiled as he whispered, 'you are always safe with me. Because I got the Devil in my corner, and he's more powerful and protective and caring than many think he is. And he can take on many different shapes and forms, but he will never harm you, I promise,' Sihtric said and kissed your lips, 'I hope this is not going to scare you off.'

'N-no,' you chuckled, 'it's just… a lot,' you said, 'I believe you. And I trust you. But… can he take on human forms too?' you then wondered.

'He can,' Sihtric said, 'but it's rare. And also… all that shit that happened with Skade, that shouldn't have happened. I should've seen earlier on it was her doing. I promise, baby, nothing will ever hurt you again.'

'I don't blame you for that,' you said, 'it happened and that's done. If anything, it brought us closer together,' you smiled and Sihtric hummed in agreement, 'so, what happened at the Willow house, the way you opened that door…'

'That was not Lucifer.That ws a protective energy that many would call Michael.'

'M-Michael? The Archangel?'

'That one,' Sihtric said, 'you can always call upon that energy, regardless of your beliefs, and it's the most trustworthy energy actually,' he said and leaned back again, 'and my only concern at that moment was getting you out of there as fast as I could.'

You felt overwhelmed, not just by this story but by the entire day. You told Sihtric you were tired and needed to sleep this all off, and he agreed. You both got into his bed and cuddled up, and before you fell asleep, your mind went over the events of the night you were attacked. You thought about how Sihtric had ordered the demon to reveal itself by clapping his hands, with a deafening sound, louder than humanly possible. And you remembered how Sihtric said the Devil had knocked on his door, with a deafening sound. And you remembered how Sihtric told you that the Devil can take on many shapes and forms, even the shape of a human.

And isn't it often said that the Devil is a handsome, charming man?

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loremaster · 11 months

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rain code dlc thoughts

watched em all (spoilers obviously)

desuhiko:

can't believe this guy literally tried flirting with a child. he has gone unchecked for too long. we need to beat him up

enyne is good. i would love to see her in a cool thief outfit

not worth $5

fubuki:

the interactions between the detectives were cute. but i wish she'd gotten a chance to shine more on her own

it was kind of aggravating how slow they solved the mystery though. all that wondering about what the numbers could possibly mean... y'all the die was right there

not worth $5

halara:

kind of a shame that this one was the only actual investigative one. it was great!!! i liked the mystery setup and i liked figuring out how the culprit pulled it off even if the identity of the culprit was obvious the moment he showed up

"Good girl, Sugar" lololololol

good to know halara can be bought with cats instead of shien. love that yakou's totally onto their shit

and the cat they have a picture of is REAL!!! IT'S NOT A RANDOM JPG FROM THE INTERNET (WHICH I HAD ASSUMED)

worth $5

vivia:

i love how before it came out we were all like "please... one conversation with yakou... even just a mention of him would be okay" and then we got hit with a flaming rainbow fist #LoveWins

vivia all like "i wish i had something in this world to care about" and yakou literally forcing open the doors to his cold dead heart in response

the way he keeps flashing back to all the little things yakou has done to care for him... vivia you can't deny the truth anymore. you can't run from these gay thoughts

fellas is it gay to be another man's reason for living? (only if you share an umbrella)

for those who don't know, sharing an umbrella is like the most romantic thing you can do in japan. the only way this could have been more explicitly textually gay is if one of them pointed out how beautiful the moon was.

where's my Melt amv

'i'll enjoy the scenery along the way' *yakou seductively swaying his hips back and forth* HELLO???????????????????????

i hope after that is when vivia finally agrees to that dinner date

honestly up until now i've been very attached to the idea of vivia being head over heels for yakou the whole time and yakou not ever really noticing but now???? my god. this chief really can bisexual

speaking of bi i'm also not opposed to the idea of vivia/ryo... them both being like 'i'm interested in you' 'i'm interested in you too' oh are you now? hmmmm...

and they were both ghosts (oh my god they were ghosts)

I was saying to my friends while we were playing it that it makes sense the first suicide was 5 years ago, before the blank week incident... because otherwise she wouldn't have been a ghost at all, just a walking corpse

loved that line btw. 'all humans are just walking corpses' good news vivia, you're among peers here in kanai ward

worth $5. i mean technically since vivia/yakou dlcs are bundled together (gaaaay) it only cost $2.50 so it's extra worth it.

the amount of fanfiction that will inevitably come out of this is worth way more than $5

yakou:

his hips still do the little wiggle even as a zombie. can't slay the sashay away <3

him thinking of all the other detectives.... UUU....

yuma's flashback is from ch5 after yakou's already dead (but clearly there's still enough of him left...)

desuhiko's... is it from the dlc? idk. he said "i won't cause any problems" and then went on to cause many problems

halara's scene from the dlc is clearly a moment that made a big impression on yakou LMFAO... i mean if halara nightmare sat in MY chair it would make an impression on me too :flushed:

fubuki's i'm pretty sure is from ch.4 as yakou is dying on the floor?? he must have felt so bad, hearing her cry so much while he was fading away and couldn't do anything about it... his last moments UUUUUU

vivia gets the FUCKING aforementioned umbrella scene. sad wet cat man. learning to accept kindness and finding something (someone) worth living for... the exact moment vivia falls in love with him lmfao. and this is the moment that sticks out in yakou's zombie brain. seeing someone in need and actually being able to reach out and help them (for once). ;_;

and then SHE!!!!!!! SHEEEEEEEEEE

i shrieked when i saw her

mad she STILL doesn't have a name but oh man. i love her. i mean i already loved her when i saw the labcoat + turtleneck combo but the GLASSESSSSSS. and her VOICE AARGGGHHH they picked the perfect va for her

She must've given him the glasses while she was still alive, since he's the one wearing them in The Photo. good call, he looks naked without them

and now we really understand why yakou is as pitifully broke as he is, because he can't bring himself to make the corrupt choice that screws over innocent people for the sake of money. love that for him. he suffers so much for the sake of his city

very funny that he couldn't recognize his childhood friend (i'm assuming she recognized him immediately from across the room lmao). love the idea that she's trans. they're t4t your honor

she asked the most useless man to be her bodyguard but we all know who's protecting whom lmao

i feel like she must have been the one who proposed to him. or at least knowingly coaxed him into it haha

AND THE BADGE... UUUUUU.... and her ghost led him to it.... she had such an important job to do...

need to see vivia talk to her now. ghost 2 ghost communication. yakou simp 2 yakou simp

i think she would tell yakou to go kiss that goth boy silly

and most importantly... the medicine. the research... her dream lives on... i thought it was stupid that makoto literally cancelled everything about the homunculus research - sure they didn't need to make any more but how about research into alternate diets? or uv protection beyond like. sunscreen. WHAT ABOUT HER RESEARCH MAKOTO. PLEASE

so the existence of a possible cure for zombie homunculus begs the question... what's next for yakou? we thought his story was done but turns out it's far from yakouver, bitches. he's coming back one way or another.

what will he do with this magical macguffin - bring it to somewhere they can analyze it and duplicate it, or just take the pill himself? how complete is this untested theoretical cure? will yakou Come Back Wrong? is he gonna struggle to speak? (though that'd be a waste of kaiji tang)... is he gonna struggle with the urge to, you know, eat human flesh? i think that would be pretty hot cool

of course there's the chance it won't work at all. or will just straight up kill him, speedrun to reuniting with dead wife

definitely worth $5. or $2.50.

but at the same time since it actually does continue the main plot of rain code in an interesting way (or hint at it) i think they should bundle it with the main game instead of vivia's dlc

i mean if i had it my way they'd ALL be free but... i get it. they gotta gauge popularity somehow (and pay the devs/vas for extra work)

anyway. i should be working on homework but no. this game has absolutely ruined me

#rain code

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Chances - Chapter 18

Summary: The truth behind Jordan's past is finally being revealed to the boys in its full detail.

This was supposed to be one big chapter, but it ended up being way too big so I'm separating it into two different parts.

Chapter 17 <<< >>> Chapter 19

TW// SA Attempt, Blood, Gore

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Jordan could feel her heart leap into her throat after hearing Marko’s request, she almost thought she was going to vomit again. Marko only waited patiently to see if she would finally unveil whatever truths she was hiding.

“Of all the things you could’ve asked for, why that?” Jordan pulled her knees up to her chest and hugged herself, Marko scooted closer to her.

“Why not? It doesn’t seem like a hard question.” Marko knew he was being a bit of an ass, but he was also tired of waiting and found his chance to finally learn about her life.

“Well, it’s a sensitive question for me. If I tell you how I became a vampire, I would have to most likely tell you my whole life story. And quite frankly, I’m not ready for that yet.” She still wasn’t budging, but then Paul sighed dramatically.

“C’mon Jordan, that’s boring! You can’t just chicken out of truth or dare. Besides, I’m down for a good story.” He leaned against a log while casually roasting a marshmallow over the fire, almost oblivious to how Jordan was feeling.

“Good story?” Jordan was confused.

“You not telling us means it’s drama filled, and if anyone loves drama it’s me.”

“If you’re afraid we’ll judge you, we won’t. There ain’t nothing you can tell us that’ll scare us.” Dwayne seemed to be more gentle and sincere about what he said, but it brought little comfort to Jordan.

Jordan sat there, silently not knowing what to do. A part of her never wanted to revisit the horrible memories that plagued her but at the same time, she wasn’t even sure why she didn’t want to tell them. She figured it was the fear of how they’d react to the information, would they laugh at her? Would they push her away in anger or fear? Or would they sympathize with her story and find it emotionally moving? There was only one way to find out.

She finally unlatched her arms from herself and made a decision. “Can you guys promise to handle this story with some maturity?” She looked at everyone collectively and they all nodded without saying anything.

“I promise, you have our full attention.” Marko scooted right next to her and rubbed her shoulder reassuringly.

“Alright, well it’s a long story so…get comfortable.” She watched as Paul repositioned himself to lean against a log so he was more comfortable and Laddie had moved to Dwayne’s spot to use him as a glorified pillow as he was already a bit drowsy and most likely would fall asleep soon. And Marko sat behind Jordan sprawling out his legs on both of her sides and hugged her midsection.

“You have our attention, fire away Jordan.” David lit another cigarette ready to hear what she had to say.

“Okay, I think I should start from when I first got to Santa Carla in ‘86…”

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An agonizingly long drive has finally brought Jordan’s family to Santa Carla all the way from Utah. Her parents had told her that moving to a new place would be the start of something great. Jordan admired her parent’s optimism, but then she also couldn’t help but remember the fact they were moving to this new town to live in the house of her now deceased grandparents. Back in Hurricane, Utah she had to worry about the amount of judgmental stares and bullying that occurred, now she was thinking that she was going to have to worry about ghosts of her grandparents watching her sleep.

“Ocean looks great, I’ve always dreamed of living in a place like this. Doesn’t that look beautiful Jordan?” Her mother turned around to look at her daughter.

“Huh? Oh yeah, it’s nice.” She pulled herself from her thoughts and answered.

“I think we’ll fit into this place nicely, everyone here looks so lively.” Jane looked out the window at the many people who were doing their own things around town.

Jordan noticed how strange the people out here were, the fashion sense of the many residents looked straight out of an MTV music video. Everyone minded their own business and looked like they were having the time of their lives. She saw punks all in a group together, jocks all playing basketball, metalheads blasting their music on porches. All foreign sights to behold, people who did this back at her old town would be lambasted by anyone of higher status. And considering how she was considered the town pariah for beating the shit out of her bully and befriending weird animals, she felt like she’d end up finding a lot in common with these people.

After a few more minutes of driving, they pulled up to a two story house sort of isolated from the rest of town. It was surrounded by trees and had a power line running through the backyard. Compared to their own home, this place was much grander in scale.

“Well, we’re here. I’m ready to take a nap.” Jordan’s father stepped out of the car stretching after the long drive and soon her mother followed. Jordan stepped out of the car and took in the exterior of the house, the paint was chipping a bit and it had a sort of Victorian feel to it. Jordan watched as her parents went inside the home meanwhile she decided to explore around outside the house first. She saw a few potted plants now left with the old wilted flowers that were neglected and plenty of gardening tools left leaned up against the wall of the house. Upon exploring further, she reached the back of the house which was relatively overgrown with grass in need of a trim. But she saw one thing that caught her eye, two doors leading into the basement of the home. She’d never been allowed down there whenever she’d come visit, she wanted to take a look but there seemed to be a lock keeping the doors from being opened. Jordan pondered the door for a few more minutes before leaving to go back to the front of the house. Before she could make it though, she heard a rustle coming from some bushes.

After approaching the bush, she pulled some leaves apart to see what made the sound. She was greeted by a black cat with two pearly fangs protruding from its mouth. It stared at her with its piercing yellow eyes, she felt like it was speaking to her mentally. She reached over to pet it, only for the cat to scratch her finger. It wasn’t severe, just enough for it to draw a single drop of blood. Jordan flipped off the cat before wiping the blood on her pants and retreating inside the house.

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“Damn, I didn’t know you came all the way from Utah.” Paul said while eating his sweet treat fresh off the fire.

“What was it like?” Star asked.

“The town was relatively quiet, not a whole lot to do. It was extra awful for me though, I was the town pariah. Nobody liked me.” Jordan said somewhat dejectedly. She wasn’t too hurt by that fact anymore, but it still hurt to admit.

“Why didn’t people like you?” Laddie asked.

“I’m not too sure to be honest, although I did a lot of weird things so I guess that didn’t help too much. Like one time I befriended a possum and brought him to school for show and tell. I also throttled my bully after she kicked a cat.” Jordan then thought for a moment “Actually, the town pariah thing is making a little more sense.”

All the boys laughed at the story and David decided to add on to the story train.

“Well that isn’t too strange out here, Marko brought home some rats and named them and everything. But we had to get rid of them because they kept shitting all over everything, and Laddie ate one of them.”

Jordan looked at David shocked. “The kid doesn’t have rabies or anything right?” She motioned at Laddie who looked confused.

“Dwayne, what’s rabies?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” Dwayne quickly answered him, glaring at Jordan.

“Can we get back to the story? I wanna hear more from you.” Marko rested his head on Jordan’s shoulder giving her his irresistible puppy eyes.

“Alright, only because you’re being so sweet.”

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Jordan had helped her parents get all of their belongings into the house and after some time spent organizing, the sun had already gone down and they weren’t too sure on what to do. Jordan’s mother had suggested going out to check out the town, so that’s ultimately what ended up happening. Jane and Harold took the car to check out the town and Jordan took her motorcycle to the boardwalk. She’d seen its status as a popular tourist attraction, so she decided to see what the fuss was all about.

The night was full of life and there wasn’t a single empty part of the boardwalk, even just pulling up she saw plenty of cars, families walking to and from the boardwalk, and just tons of people in general. After getting off her bike she walked towards the bright neon sign that said “Boardwalk” and upon passing underneath, she saw that the crowds of people did not slow down in the slightest. There were many rides adorning every inch of the place with its passengers screaming in fear and delight as they all operated. While she didn’t have any particular goal in mind for something to do at the boardwalk, she was drawn to one event occurring on the beach. It was a concert of some band she hadn’t ever heard of before. She leaned on the railing facing the ocean and watched the performance.

The performance was lively and bustling with people all dancing along to the music that reverberated through the whole beach and boardwalk. The band named the Hellhounds, stood on the stage performing a cover of “Talking in your sleep” by the Romantics. They all adorned glam-like outfits yet also felt metal at the same time, it was a mix in between the two. They all had some form of shaggy hair and sported black leather jackets and pants with each member having some colorful accents unique to each other. Jordan was captivated by their vibes alone, she’d never seen anyone dressed this way even back from where she was from. The only taste she ever had was from the music videos she saw on MTV. She already was enthralled with the band, but there was one member who she couldn’t take her eyes off of.

The lead singer stood on stage singing his heart out to the song, his voice was smooth. Almost unnaturally smooth as he nailed every part of his vocal performance, Jordan could practically feel herself being hypnotized by the sound of his voice alone. His looks didn’t help that fact either, he had long shaggy black hair with some blue highlights. His jacket also matched his hair with it being mainly black with some blue sown on patterns, and at some point during the performance he turned around during an instrumental break and Jordan saw that on the back of his jacket that there was a painted on picture of what looked to be a smiling dog with sharp teeth and horns. The bassist also did the same thing and she saw the same design, but theirs was red instead of blue. She came to the conclusion that every member had the same logo on their backs as well, she was also certain that it was their band logo.

The performance soon came to an end and once they finished, each member came forward to the front of the stage and gave a bow to the audience who applauded the excellent performance. Jordan also applauded as she had genuinely enjoyed the act as well, she scanned the crowd and felt giddy seeing all of these supportive and happy people coming together to have fun. But when she looked at the stage again, she was greeted by the lead singer who was staring dead at her. She locked eyes with him, he had a very devious smile on his face while he stared at her. She froze not knowing what to do, she then saw him lean to the bassist and whisper something into his ear. The bassist took a glance at her and laughed, giving the lead singer a pat on the back before finally walking off stage. Jordan watched them all leave and decided to also leave to find something to eat. She didn’t know what the guy’s deal was but she dismissed what happened as just a weird occurrence thinking he was mocking her. She wasn’t too bothered by that, but she still couldn’t help but wonder what he was thinking.

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“The Hellhounds…” David said while smoking a cigarette.

“I’m assuming you’ve heard of them?” Jordan asked.

“Well, yes. I’ve heard of them but I never really liked them, they looked like a bunch of idiots and dressed like whores.” The other boys looked at David offended.

“Seriously…” Dwayne gave him a look while Paul pretended to wipe tears from his eyes.

“THEN WHAT ARE WE TO YOU?” Paul pointed a finger accusingly at David.

“Whores…but you’re MY whores. Maybe if you all put on proper shirts I’d think differently.”

“Whatever, but speaking of showing skin…did you always used to look like this?” Marko referred to Jordan who was back to sporting her usual red crop top which matched his own white one.

“Actually, this may be hard to believe but…I used to have long hair before this shit happened. Dress-wise it hasn’t changed too much.” Everyone looked rather shocked because they had a hard time picturing her with long hair like most other girls had.

“No way, you got any photos?” Paul looked curiously.

“Maybe, ask my parents. They would know. Anyways, let me continue because we still have quite a ways to go.”

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Jordan had found a small quiet area to eat her food at, there were people but they were all just friend groups who were here to have fun. She ate a tray of garlic fries by herself while she had whipped out her sketchbook drawing the logo she saw the band members wearing on their jackets. She wasn’t really sure why she liked it so much, but she thought it looked really cool. She had even thought about tattooing it onto her arm, although she would likely have to ask the band permission to do so. She had finished drawing it and gazed at her work proudly.

“That’s some nice work you got there.” Before Jordan could react a stranger grabbed her book off the table and looked at the drawing on the page.

“Hey give my shit back dude!” She turned around looking at the figure who took her book and was met with the lead singer from the performance she had just watched. He looked at her with a cocky smile and gave her book back.

“My apologies, I just couldn’t help but notice you drawing our band logo in your book. It was so captivating I had to take a look.”

Jordan looked back at him somewhat flustered, feeling embarrassed. “Oh my bad, didn’t mean to yell. If you want to look at my book then just ask next time.”

She placed the book back onto the table and the guy ended up taking a seat next to her, he didn’t sit too close leaving at least a foot of space in between them.

“I will take note of that for the future.” He leaned onto the table and stared at her.

“Um, listen I just wanted to say, I loved your performance. You have a really nice voice.” Jordan looked at him feeling very giddy seeing him stare at her the way he did. A part of her thought it was a little creepy, but at the same time it was better than the way people looked at her back in Utah.

“I get that a lot, my mom told me that all the time when I was younger and now I’m here. Also, are you new around here?”

“How did you know?”

“I come here a lot, so I can tell a local from a stranger. Are you a tourist, or are you here to stay?”

“I just got here today, I’m from Utah.” The singer’s eyes widened.

“Really? No shit. I mean you really do stick out like a sore thumb around here. Trust me though, you’ll love it here.” He placed a rough hand onto her shoulder.

“Well I came here to get out of that place, I wasn’t liked all that much back at home. So I’m hoping for better results out here, and from what it looks like it’s already working out just fine.” She was referring to him being so kind to her.

“Just giving you a hearty welcome, you ever have any questions about this place. Just ask me…speaking of questions. What’s your name?”

“Jordan. What’s yours?”

“Viktor.”

They both shook hands as an official greeting to each other, Viktor kept his gaze on her the whole time. Jordan was flattered by his hospitality, but at the same time she wondered why he seemed to like her so much.

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“So that was his name…” Marko commented.

“What do you mean by that?” Jordan looked back at him confused.

“I saw him a couple of times and really wasn’t a fan of him, he was such a cocky piece of shit.”

“I hate to say it babe, but you really aren’t too different.” Marko gave her the dirtiest look he could muster.

“Shut up.”

“It’s true…” Jordan shrugged, then Marko let out the cutest growl because he very well knew it was true as well.

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One thing led to another and Jordan grew accustomed to her life in Santa Carla, she really loved living there. She got a job on the boardwalk and made some new friends, but the main thing she was most happy with was her friendship with Viktor. In truth, she had many questions about Santa Carla and would take his offer of asking him about things she had heard about the town. Like how someone from her job had mysteriously disappeared one day and then a friend told her about how Santa Carla was the murder capital of the world. She approached him about the question at some point when they were hanging out together.

“Is Santa Carla really the murder capital of the world?” She looked at him while he drank a beer.

“Well, people die all the time. Whether it be a natural, intentional or freak accident. What would the world be if people didn’t die all the time?” He shrugged at her.

“I guess that makes sense.” She really didn’t understand but she chose not to push the topic. She pulled up her sleeve to show him her tattoo which was in the process of healing. “What do you think about my tattoo so far? I think it’s healing quite nicely.”

“Looks goddamn beautiful. I want to convince my bandmates to get matching tattoos, but they are a bunch of bitches.” They both laughed at what he said.

“You guys always wear those leather jackets so I don’t think it would make much of a difference either way.”

They both continued talking about life and their aspirations when Jordan asked Viktor a question about his future.

“So, what are your plans for the future? You guys seem pretty popular here, are you ever gonna go on tour or something?” She looked up at him, his face was thoughtful.

“Maybe…haven’t really thought about it.”

“Why? Don’t you wanna be like a proper rockstar and go perform worldwide?” Jordan was surprised by his answer considering his profession.

“There’s a few reasons, one being that I love Santa Carla too much to leave. This place is goddamn perfect, but there is another reason.” Viktor turned his attention to Jordan. “You…”

Jordan’s face turned beet red at his confession, no one had ever said anything like this to her face before.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I’ve never been more serious.”

“But why? What do I have that’s so special compared to anyone else?”

Viktor grabbed Jordan’s shoulders and pulled her close to him, “You got a good balance of all my favorite traits in a lover. You’re kind, naive and you’re beautiful.”

He kept his hold on her and rocked her back and forth to the faint music being played from the boardwalk. She wrapped her own arms around him and rested her head on his shoulder.

“That has to be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me, thank you.” She looked up at him and he gave her a warm smile, it was a smile of genuine love. He loved her and she loved him back, despite the fact they hadn’t even known each other for all that long. Viktor leaned down and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

“I would do anything to be with you forever…”

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“I’ll admit I definitely fell pretty hard for him.” Jordan finished that part of her story and she hadn’t noticed Marko’s fuming.

“So you practically handed your love to him on a silver platter and yet you made me walk on glass to get you?” Marko made her look at him.

“I had a good reason to make you work for my love, if you just be patient I’ll get there soon.” Jordan noticed David giving her a look and turned her attention to him.

“I get that you were an outcast and all of that, but did you ever stop to consider the fact he reeled you into a relationship without really asking if you were okay with it?” He took a drag from his cigarette.

“I was stupid back then, I was only 19 at the time, give me a break. How was I supposed to know what I was in for?” With that she continued on.

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Jordan and Viktor started dating, their relationship grew quite a bit during Jordan’s first year of living in Santa Carla. Viktor would come see her every night after work or when she was at her house, he wouldn’t tell her, he just showed up. Jordan also became friends with his bandmates over the course of the year, they were all equally unique and had their own little crazy personalities.

There was the bassist Bolt, Jordan asked him why his name was Bolt but he wasn’t much of a talker. All she knew was that it had something to do with his parents being eccentric in the worst way possible. There was the drummer who was named Johnny, she remembered him as the guy who was arrested for committing arson when he was a teen. He also collected shiny things a lot. She would see him snatching rings from random girls he’d dance with, but she never said anything about it. There was the guitarist named Jackson who had an interest in graffiti, and he and Jordan got along really well. They were both artists to some degree, Jackson was by far more chaotic and loved drawing naked people on bathroom stalls and picnic benches. And Lastly there was the keyboard player named Xavier, Jordan only remembered him for always being high all the time though.

Viktor had introduced Jordan into the friend group and at first, they weren’t too fond of her because they thought it would end up taking attention away from their band. But after a lot of passive aggressive reassurance from Viktor they soon came around and slowly started liking Jordan more and more. She even had Jackson and Johnny making their own moves on her trying to win her love, which earned them a solid earful from their band leader who was less than thrilled. Bolt didn’t really say a lot to her, but he did have a habit of staring at her…more often than she was comfortable with. And Xavier was impassive, he would just smile and let her exist. Things carried on well enough with Jordan and the band, she was happy and so were they. There wasn’t anything particularly weird about them besides them being a little crazy. That was until…one quiet night.

Jordan had gotten off her shift and was closing up the shop for the night, usually Viktor would come and greet her at the same time every night and would help her close. But he never showed up, Jordan noticed and started to wonder where he was. Jordan hated being alone while closing because the boardwalk was dark and desolate without the usual swarms of life that occupied it while it was open, and she was told by everyone that one should never go out alone at night in Santa Carla. She took her sweet time while closing, hoping with every fiber of her being that Viktor would show up. However, that didn’t end up happening.

She locked the doors to the shop and looked at her surroundings, nothing but an eerie quietness accompanied her. Not a single soul could be seen around her, not even a single security guard. She started walking towards the parking lot of the boardwalk passing the many attractions and closed up shops still not seeing anyone. But that feeling of being alone is soon snatched away from her because she hears a voice behind her.

“Hey sweets, where’s your boyfriend?” The voice said to her.

Jordan turned around and saw a group of surf nazis who she recalled seeing a few times around the boardwalk. She said nothing, she’d rather not feed into anything they say.

“Did he break up with you? Makes sense, he was too good for you.” They took a few steps closer and Jordan also took a few steps back.

“Leave me alone you guys, I’m not in the mood to do this shit right now.” That was all she wanted to say.

“Not happening, if you’re in such a sour mood, why don’t you let us make you feel better? Let me slide in and make your day as well as mine.” He took a forceful step forward and grabbed her arm pulling her towards him, but before he could make any more advances, Jordan quickly took at her keys and jammed them right into his eye. With a successful blow he pulls away in pain and she books it onto the beach. She spots a bonfire where she can see four people sitting and the closer she got to it, she actually saw it was Viktor’s bandmates.

“Guys! Help me!” She yelled out to them but they didn’t seem to notice her. She tried to run as fast as she could but her perpetrators were faster. Their leader finally caught up with Jordan and pinned her to the ground, and straddled her back pulling out a switchblade.

“You fucked with the wrong guy, I tried being nice but now I’ve changed my mind.” He flipped her over and stared at her like a predator hunting its prey. In one last ditch effort Jordan tried to yell for help.

“ANYONE, PLEASE HELP ME!” He clamped and handed over her mouth silencing her, and then reached a hand underneath her shirt.

In one swift motion, her attacker was suddenly pulled off of her and thrown to the side like a piece of garbage. She felt someone pull her into their arms, Jordan peeked a look and saw Bolt holding her securely. She then saw Viktor confronting the surf nazi.

“That’ll be enough of that, I told you that if you touched her that you’d regret it.” Viktor spoke calmly, it was almost eerie in the way he spoke.

“Your bitch stabbed me in my eye, you think I’m gonna let her off easy because some pretty boy told me so?” His eye was bleeding significantly and Viktor only chuckled.

“I appreciate the compliment, but that’s not what we are here for. Now how is this gonna go, are we doing this the easy way or the hard way?”

The surf nazi gave a good punch to the side of Viktor’s face making him stagger a bit. He spit out some blood and stood tall again.

“Not bad, I can do worse though.” Viktor snapped his fingers and his bandmates joined his side, Bolt gave Jordan a reassuring nod and got up to join the others. Viktor then called out to Jordan.

“You might wanna stand back Jordan, this is gonna get messy.” Jordan saw him look back at her and she noticed something, his eyes were different. They were red and gold, he even smiled at her showing her his new pearly white fangs. Before she could even process what was going on, all hell broke loose.

It was unlike anything she had ever seen before, she watched as within just a few minutes if not seconds her friends were tearing her attackers limb by limb. Bolt was snapping bones in half like sticks, Johnny and Jackson were tearing pieces of muscle apart like hungry animals. Xavier was taking big bites out of arteries which all spewed blood. And Viktor took his time with tearing the head off of the surf nazi’s leader, it was slow and messy. Jordan heard every excruciating scream coming from the guys and every crunch of their bodies. As they died one by one, their bodies were thrown into the nearby fire. Eventually the group finished their business and returned to Jordan’s side. Viktor still had the head of the leader in his hands, he dropped it at Jordan’s feet and smiled.

“For you my love…” He said it in his usual sweet smooth tone as if he didn’t just kill a man and decapitate him. Jordan, at a loss for words, was suddenly overwhelmed and felt sick. Before she knew it, the world suddenly went black, and by the time she came to, she was back in her bed at her house.

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rubykgrant · 4 months

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rvb for the hyperfix ask!

📃 what is the plot of your hyperfixation? and is it a movie, game, show, etc? 📌 how did you find your hyperfixation? ✨ what draws you towards your hyperfixation? what is interesting about it? 🎥 do you have any favorite scenes from your hyperfixation? 💕tell us about one of your favorite characters and why you like them!

First of all, thank you for indulging me in this, I very much appreciate the chance to info-dump with my nonsense, you are a wonderful person~

So... RVB. More than 2 decades ago, some guys figured out how they could play Halo, sort of use one character as the "camera", make the other characters bop their helmets up and down, then dub their voices into it and make that a show. There is the vague background-plot of the actual Halo lore happening, but the ACTUAL plot of RVB? The first few seasons are just 2 groups of guys, standing around, talking, arguing, and trying to kill each other. Red Team has been told to kill the Blues, and Blue Team has been told to kill the Reds. Why? Because. One guy dies, but comes back as a "ghost". This will become a pattern. There is a theme through the series about how some people are unable to let go of grief, and it eventually destroys them, the message of learning how to see enemies as real people, learning to accept flaws in yourself and others so they can become strengths. Over and over again, there are multiple groups of soldiers who have been told "you are the good guys, they are the bad guys, you need to kill them", and sometimes the most difficult thing is to finally accept the truth and try to live with yourself. There are highly advanced and unique AI, once all part of one system together, forced into being singular Fragments, tortured into forgetting what they were, but unable to stop missing what they don't have. Despite being data and treated like tools, they develop their own "humanity"... for better, and for worse. Through it all, the same group of Red and Blue goobers keep talking and arguing. They win against highly trained special agents with incredibly advanced equipment, vicious mercenaries with back-up from a corrupt military group, and a reality-breaking "god". These clowns even got their own circus music (the Warthog Polka)

Waaaaay back in the day, when I was like... 15? A friend of mine had a brother, who had a friend, who let him borrow some DVDs of Red VS Blue, and I watched it at the friend's house. I had never played Halo (still haven't), but I got a chuckle out of it. I occasionally watched it when another friend would pull it up on their computer, and for a while, that was it... in 2021, I randomly thought to myself "Oh yeah... Red VS Blue was a thing". I hadn't thought about it for a decade. So I decided to watch it up to the point I remembered, somewhere in season 5. Some of the jokes... did not age well, but it was a nice little stroll down memory lane. Then I realized they made MORE after that. This show, at that time, had 18 seasons. So I kept watching, and now it has FILLED UP MY BRAIN

There is this fun aspect of very casual, conversational dialogue in the middle of absolutely bonkers situations. The characters will be doing the most extreme, dangerous sci-fi nonsense, and they still just bicker and chit-chat like regular dudes. It will also randomly sneak up, and hit you with EMOTIONS. There are incredibly sweet and sad moments, and others that have no business being so IMPACTFUL and MEANINGFUL, but they are. The characters are all so stupid, yet full of potential and depth, everybody is just perfect fuel for imagination

I have a few favorite scenes! In the episode "Long Time No See", the characters Epsilon and Carolina are shown working together, gathering information on a shady organization. In the middle of this, they are threatened by a group of security soldiers, and we get see how Epsilon, as an AI with the memories of the other Fragments, can assist Carolina; time slows down as the AI work at bullet-speed, with Epsilon running calculations, making a plan for how Carolina can fight back and escape. The memories of the Fragments can interact with Epsilon, and give suggestions or feedback based on their skills. It is just so AWESOME to see how far the characters have come, the teamwork they share... and it is also a little bitter-sweet, because seeing the Fragments like this is how it could have (should have) been with Alpha. It also shows Carolina, who was once determined not to get close to anybody again (after losing so many people she cared about), has really bonded with Epsilon, and it helps her realize she misses the rest of the clowns. Another favorite scene has some background context; the intro to the series, the very first scene of the very first episode, is Grif and Simmons having a conversation- "Do you ever wonder why we're here?" "It's one of life's great mysteries". As the show goes on, that becomes a reoccurring conversation, sometimes as a joke, sometimes as something more relevant. In season 15, the main characters meet another group of Blues and Reds, who all resemble them in some way, but are also kind of "mirror opposites". The characters have the same armor color, but different voice actors... except for Simmons. His look-alike is Gene, and they have the same VA (Simmons insists they don't sound similar at ALL, Gene is totally annoying). When it is revealed this group is EVIL, there is a moment when we see one soldier in maroon armor pull a knife and attempt to stab another soldier in maroon armor. This is Simmons and Gene, but which is which? Grif arrives, and has that same problem. Both Gene/Simmons insist "I'm the real Simmons, shoot him"... so Grif asks- "Why are we here?". One maroon soldier says they're here to stop the bad guys. The other one says "We don't know why we're here. It's still one of life's great mysteries". HECK YEAH, THAT'S YOUR SIMMONS. There are like a thousand other moments I like that are pure comedy, but those are the big emotional moments

I've rambled about Grif and Simmons a stupid amount, I've also gone on long tangents for Church and Tex, so I'll talk about one of my other favorites, Tucker! In the beginning, he doesn't take any of this seriously (but who does). He's there to be an annoying, shameless flirt, and does so with ease. The thing is, even when he's acting obnoxious and immature, there are moments when you can tell he's actually capable of a LOT. He's smart, when he lets himself think without getting distracted, he's a strong fighter when he's not showing off, and he's genuinely got a good heart (when he's not complaining). As the show goes on, he becomes more important... whether he likes it or not. What do you do when all your big-talk about being the coolest dude ever turns out to be TRUE, but that also means you're responsible for keeping people alive? Tucker also easily fits into any combination of characters, whoever he is with, they get a fun dynamic going (even Sarge, the Red who claims to hate the Blues with an endless burning passion, will do some back-up beat-boxing for Tucker when he sings a taunting song at mutual enemies). He'll tease the others and be a little jerk, but is also incredibly protective of the people he cares about. Tucker once got attacked by a space alien that left a parasite baby in him, and years later, he carries around pictures of Junior in his wallet so he can show off how much he loves his son. Tucker is incredibly clever, and has a lot of emotional depth... he just wishes he didn't have to worry so much, all he wants is to stand around and talk to his best friend. Through all the bravado, the insecurities, and the bow-chicka-wow-wow jokes, Tucker is just very interesting AND entertaining~ (also, thanks to one off-hand comment another character made about his "metro-sexual good looks", all the fans kind of just agreed that under the helmet, Tucker is the prettiest)

Thanks for asking! (and sorry for rambling so much haha)

#ask #answer #red vs blue #rvb

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kawaikith · 10 months

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☾ my views on true beauty.

One of my favourite k—dramas, I’ve enjoyed watching so much, half of the time, I was toppling over, and couldn’t get enough of moon kayoung, and cha eunwoo, both of them did a great job in their own roles. Something about eunwoo really suits sooho’s character. He nails it.

There were so many scenes I loved watching, some of my favourites were, when moon kayoung (excuse me, please. I don’t remember her drama name) decides to change her appearance, learns all make-up in the world, and bam! Transforms into a different girl than her old school apperance, second scene where her friends are celebrating a birthday or anniversary, and the cake gets dumped on her face. (I watched this series months ago, so i don’t know how accurate this is, forgive me).

When sooho asks her to return the comic book, she doesn’t understand, and goes to meet him with a helmet on her head, lol 😆 she’s so funny without even doing anything big, i was laughing so much, i remember, my sister came asking for her bedroom if I was okay.

Later, when sooho refuses to give the bag to her, she tells him there are sanitary pads in there, and he immediately lets go of them. She’s so intelligent, I love that.

When eunwoo kisses her under a tree, tells her that he loves her too.

When seojun’s friends mistake her for the ghost near the well, and run away.

Those moments when she first joins the school, and they all go to party and have fun, those were the scenes and friends i wanted in my life.

Jukyung had wanted to have friends for so long, and watching that made me a little happy for her.

I relate to jukyung so much, i mean, if the boy I like told me to return something, and i didn’t want him to see me, i would wear a helmet too. 😂

Oh, and I loved Hwang in yeop’s character’s style, those dangling earrings, the bad boy vibe, but a good boy on the inside, just like our maknae, jungkookie!

When soojin and jukyung meet on the bus, and jukyung thinks soojin is so cool.

At the end of the series, when jukyung finally understands where beauty lies, how sooho is such a reliable boyfriend, how she gets jealous when every other girl in the cafeteria (or the place where they both eat) start to look at sooho, for the first time, she calls him “jagiga” I was screaming at my screen, like an excited kid.

When jukyung teaches her bullies a lesson by beating them up and standing up for herself.

Jukyung’s sister and her school teacher, these two made me laugh so hard.

That scene where her sister drops her at the gate, and she looks around to see her teacher walking by, and just when they are about to meet each other, jukyung comes back to the car, telling her sister tha she forgot something, _____(sister’s name) she pushes the teacher so hard, i kept rewatching this scene because it was so funny. (너무 웃기다) as they say in business proposal. (Nomu ukyeo).

How after knowing the truth, the pain and blame sooho carried on his shoulder after his friend died, made me cry too, I was comforting sooho from behind the screen, my boy suffered so much alone.

I loved the trio friendship between sooho, seojun, and seyeon, his name, again. I can’t remember. 😅

#true beauty kdrama #kdrama #cha eunwoo #moon kayoung #hwang in yeop

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currebunz · 1 year

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Ch 8. Don’t scare me like that again!

Buy me a coffee //Parings: Vash x reader, Nicholas x reader It became quickly apparent that the backseat was becoming crowded. With Nicholas in the back too, you struggled to find space. Both Vash and Nicholas had leg space that ate away at yours. Sitting upright and proper wasn’t really your style but there wasn’t much room otherwise.

“Nico make some more space, you are hogging the seat” you scolded him.

“Ha? I’m not hogging. Why don’t you ask needle-noggin to move over?” Nicholas asked.

“He’s already moved over enough” you huffed.

“Calm down you two” Vash smiled as he tried to make more space for you.

Eventually, you three reached a settlement that allowed everyone to have enough space. Granted Vash and Nicholas were turned toward the windows. You found yourself leaning into either of them with each occasional bump. Vash showed a more awkward and shy side, excusing himself despite him not being at fault. Nicholas merely teased you about sitting in his lap.

The truck began to slow as Meryl went over a large dune. There were large pieces of metal sticking out of the sands. At first, it just looked like regular debris. But then the pieces began to look more whole.

“Where are we?” Meryl asked.

“This is a graveyard” Roberto began.

“Graveyard?!” Meryl squeaked.

“Not for people, for lost technology. They say that there are graveyards where some of the ships had broken down or living facilities that broke down were scraped in. You could call it a scrap yard, but no one comes by here for anything” he continued.

“Isn’t lost technology rare?” Meryl asked.

“You’re welcome to look around if you can actually get any of this stuff to work” Roberto added.

The structures you had passed were all destroyed, whether it be upon impact or over time. The area was desolate in terms of life. If there had been skeletons then they had been swallowed up by the sands. It somehow looked even more dead than the rest of the planet.

“You know, some say that these places are haunted by the spirits of the dead. People have gone missing in these parts, only to show up dead if they are lucky” Roberto continued with a haunting voice.

Meryl shivered and made a weak sound, you weren’t phased by the man’s story and simply looked through the front windows. For a moment, you thought you saw someone standing up ahead. You blinked and the figure was gone. You were so perplexed you didn’t notice the truck begin to stall. It slowed to a stop, Meryl tried everything to get the truck moving again but nothing worked.

“The truck won’t start…” she said.

“It must be the ghosts!.....or a dead battery” Roberto said.

Everyone climbed out of the truck while Roberto took a look under the hood. Nicholas lit a cigarette, looking over the place.

“Lovely place for sightseeing, don’t you think?” he mused.

“Looking to scrap your punisher?” you teased.

Nicholas gave you a dry look, not willing to even humor the idea. Vash was looking around, a solemn look on his face. He was staring at a structure that was still put together, more so than the others.

“What’s up? Looking for ghosts?” you asked.

“No, this was a Seeds ship. I never knew one was all the way out here…” Vash said.

It was like he was transfixed on the rubble, he didn’t look away even when he spoke to you.

“A what?” you asked him.

“Oh, it’s just something from a long time ago. It’s not really important, just something I learned about” Vash laughed awkwardly as he finally looked away.

You held his gaze for a moment, staring through those orange-tinted sunglasses and into his blue eyes.

“You aren’t very good at lying,” you said before walking back over to the truck.

Vash watched you go, his lips trembling as he wanted to tell you the truth. He wasn’t sure why he was losing his cool. Was it because of what he had done in the inn room? Or was it because Nicholas appeared? He couldn’t help this overwhelming feeling in him. He took a deep breathe, now wasn’t the time for that.

“Any luck on the truck?” you asked.

“Well, there isn’t anything wrong with the battery or the rest of it, odd that we can’t get it to hold a charge” Roberto explained.

“Nothing seems to work, we can always push it but who knows how long we’d have to go” Meryl continued.

“We should check the place out, maybe we’ll find something good here?” Nicholas suggested with a grin.

You began to search the area for anything that might be helpful. To you, it just looked like junk for miles. There was no telling what you would find out here, you weren’t expecting much. You felt the sand give way and you stepped on a metal surface. There was a part of the ship that had sunken into the sand.

“I think I found something!” you announced.

Vash and Nicholas were the first to come over, looking at the door. It didn't look like it had opened for ages. You tried kicking the door but nothing happened.

“Well that is something, not much considering it is locked” Nicholas whistled.

You ignored his comment as you searched for some way to open the door. Vash slid down to where you were, looking as well.

“There should be a way to open it with a touch,” he said.

He dusted the sand out of the day, finding a smooth surface that was blank. He put his hand against it, but the door remained shut.

“Well, it was worth a shot,” he grinned.

“It’s okay, thanks for trying” you said as you put your hand on top of his.

Vash’s expression turned soft at your touch, he couldn’t help but feel when you were like this with him. You were captivated by his smile, not wanting to move either.

“Ay dios mío, Get a room you two” Nicholas whistled.

You grimaced at him, sticking your tongue out.

“Yeah? Well maybe we will!” you yelled.

“W-We will?” Vash repeated.

Just then, the door you had been standing on opened.

“Eh?”

“Ah”

You and Vash screamed as you plummeted down into the ship.

“Seven! Needle-noggin!” Nicholas jumped after you both, managing to slip in just before the doors shut.

You were still holding on to Vash as you both fell. The darkness made it hard for you to see, but you at least knew he was with you. It was like being in the worm all over again. Your free falling stopped when you hit a large pile of sand, sliding down onto the floor. Vash still held your hand tightly, his eyes wide in shock.

“AAAAHHHHH!” Nicholas came falling after, hitting the sand hard as the punisher landed next to him.

You and Vash dusted yourselves off, waiting for Nicholas to meet you at the bottom. He shook sand from his hair and groaned as he stood up.

“Could you two stop leading me into deep holes already?” he grumbled.

Vash took out his flashlight, shining it around the place. You followed the light, trying to figure out where you were.

“Hey! Don’t ignore me” Nicholas continued as he pulled Punisher from the sand.

Just like the outside, the inside of the ship was run down and covered in dust. It looked untouched for a good decade or two. There wasn’t much down there, a few worms and other insects but nothing to be alarmed about. It was still eerily quiet and haunting down there. The darkness was hardly welcoming.

“We should try and find a way out,” Vash suggested.

“How are you so sure there is a way out?” you asked.

“We won’t know until we try,” he smiled.

There was that usual positivity again. Although, it brought you some comfort. You had an uneasy feeling about this place. There was something about it that put you on edge. As you walked through the area, your head began to ache. Vash and Nicholas appeared to be okay, leaving you to wonder if it was only you.

“I’m not seeing any light at the end of the tunnel here” Nicholas sighed.

It was true, your group had passed by empty rooms and dusty equipment. Nothing looked salvageable and it wasn’t as if you needed anything. You rubbed at your eyes, something white had flickered across your vision.

‘Did you guys see that?” you asked.

“No” Vash shook his head.

“Oh no, Seven’s hallucinating now” Nicholas said.

“I’m not hallucinating, or at least I don’t think so” you argued.

There wasn’t any reason for you to be hallucinating right now. You shook off the feeling as you entered a large area. You couldn’t see past the initial darkness, Vash’s flashlight barely made a difference.

“I didn’t think you were scared of the dark, Seven” Nicholas chuckled.

“I’m not?” you weren’t sure what he meant.

“Then, why are you holding my hand?” Nicholas asked.

You brought up both of your hands, showing that you weren’t holding Nicholas’s hand. He lifted his hand and showed a tendril was wrapped around it. It took you a moment to realize what it was before you all jumped back screaming.

“What the hell is that?!” Nicholas shouted.

“I-I don’t know! It was touching you!” you yelled.

“Whatever it is, it’s coming back!” Vash warned.

A slithering sound echoed in the room as the tendril circled you all. Nicholas unwrapped the punisher and Vash took out his gun. When a tendril came close, the two began shooting. You had your knife ready, cutting at the tendrils that tried to sneak up on you. It was an endless supply of them, more and more coming and forming a wall as they got closer.

“This isn’t good! We don’t have an endless supply of bullets!” Nicholas warned.

“We need a different strategy!” Vash agreed.

You saw a doorway to the left of the room and ran for it.

“This way!” you shouted.

Vash and Nicholas began backing up toward the doorway. Nicholas cleared first, Punisher fitting through. Vash was just nearly there when a tendril caught his leg.

“Vash!” you ran over to try and cut it but tendrils more appeared.

They grabbed his other leg, wrapping up his waist. You grabbed his arm, your hand slipped off his coat so you were now clutching his hand. Even with you pulling, it wasn’t enough to break him free.

“Seven! Let go!” Vash demanded.

“What? No, I’m not letting go!” you argued.

Even with the tendrils approaching, you had no intention of letting go. Vash wore a strained smile as his hand relaxed in your grip.

“No, no! Don’t you give up on me!” you begged him.

Vash’s hand slipped through your grasp as he disappeared into the darkness.

“Vash!” you screamed as the door shut in front of you.

Nicholas had shot the controls, forcing the doors to close. You could still hear the tendrils moving, slowly growing distant.

“Why….Why did you do that?” you asked.

“You saw what we were up against! It was the only choice” Nicholas said.

“But Vash!” you began.

“He’ll be fine! You think that idoita would get killed that easily?” he argued.

“That’s not the point and you know it!” you yelled.

Nicholas clicked his tongue, turning around and pushing you against the wall.

“What are you-” your voice died when you met his eyes.

“What’s wrong with you? Ever since we met back up, you haven’t been yourself” he said.

You couldn’t find the words to reply, it was a worry you had yourself.

“Since we started this job, I told you we had to only look out for each other. Worrying about other people will get you killed. And here you are, going back on everything we upheld up to now. I don’t know what that needle-noggin told you but you need to wake up. The reality of the situation is that we’re still here and he isn’t” Nicholas said firmly.

You hesitated, of course you knew that, the feelings inside you hadn’t changed. But ever since you met Vash, it felt like missing part of you was returning. You grabbed Nicholas’s wrist, holding it tightly.

“You’re right, we’re still here. If you were so gung-ho about leaving him behind then you would’ve grabbed me and ran away the moment the doors closed. You want to help him too” you argued.

Nicholas kept his hard gaze, seemingly unwavering until a sigh left him.

“I forgot how much trouble you could be” he said under his breath.

He let you go, allowing you to stand. You let go of him, trying to calm yourself.

“Okay, we just need to figure out where that….thing is and get Vash. Then we can find a way out, '' you said.

“Well, standing around here won’t get us anywhere. Vámonos” Nicholas had you take the lead as you both set off deeper into the ship.

There were tendrils all over but Nicholas kept you covered. You kept your eyes peeled for any sign of Vash. But you didn’t see him. When you both came to a cross of tunnels, you stopped.

“I don’t see him, how do we know if we're going in the right direction?” you asked.

“We don’t, we need to search everywhere” Nicholas said.

More tendrils appeared, attempting to corner you both. You removed your sniper, taking two tunnels while Nicholas took the other two. It was painfully obvious that you two couldn’t keep them back forever.

“What now? They have us pinned!” you warned.

“Yeah… I know” Nicholas sighed.

You hear Nicholas yell and he tossed Punisher down. He ran at the tendrils, grabbing them before they could reach you.

“Nico!” you chased after him.

You grabbed his hand just as they began to drag him away. You tried to dig your heels into the ground but it wasn’t doing anything to slow them down.

“Let go! You’re gonna get pulled in too!” he shouted.

“I can’t do this without you!” you begged.

Nicholas smiled, closing his eyes for a moment.

“Of course you can, Mi corazón” he threw you back, making you land on your butt as he was dragged away.

“Nico!” you yelled as he disappeared.

The tendrils had retreated, seemingly satisfied with him. You sat there for a while, still trying to process what happened. Slowly, you rose to your feet. You walked over to your sniped, loading it onto your back. Then you lifted Punisher, turning the gear to close the gun.

“I….I can do this….” you said to yourself.

You chased after the tendrils, hoping it would lead you to their core. The tunnel felt long as you chased each turn. The occasional tendril appeared but it was no match for Punisher’s gunfire. You couldn’t help but notice they weren’t teaming in numbers like before. Was it that you weren’t worth the effort now? It was frustrating to you.

The tunnel finally reach its end, opening to a large space. Right away, you noticed the surrounding area was much like plant holding areas. Where the plant would be was a large mass of growth. The tendrils appear to be coming from there. Your mind quickly shifted to finding Nicholas or Vash, you needed to make sure they were safe! Unfortunately, you didn’t see them anywhere.

The tendrils soon focused on you again, chasing you through the room as you made your way to the core. You had to stop to fire Punisher, you weren’t as strong as Nicholas. Just shooting it after a while left your hands numb and your arms tired. You dropped the weapon to run, at least they couldn’t keep up with you.

Closer and closer, you came to the mass. Some tendrils started to come out, taking a strange shape. At first you thought it might be human, but the head was different, branching off into petal like appendages. You drew your knife, charging at it with every intent to strike it down. A tendril caught your hand before the blade could touch it.

“Damnit! Haven’t you done enough already?!” you shouted at the growth.

You ignored the tendrils surrounding you, trying to push your blade down on it.

“You took away my friends and now what? You want me too now?! Then take me!” you continued.

The growth touched it’s forehead to yours and everything went white. You found yourself in the same odd state as when you touched the flower petal. Your surrounding had changed, you were in some kind of room. There was technology you hadn’t seen before and lots of liquid in glass tubes.

“Where am I? What did you do to me?” you called out.

“You shouldn’t move so much, you just got better” a soft voice giggled.

You turned toward the speaker, seeing a woman with long black hair. She seemed familiar but you were sure you never met her.

“How do you feel now? Any dizziness?” she asked.

“Who are you?” you asked.

“Good, I was worried you might have side effects from the injection. I was so worried when I saw your vitals” she continued.

It became clear she was going to talk regardless of what you said, this had to be a memory.

But who’s?

“You know, those two were worried about you. They kept coming to your room even though they weren't supposed to. I had to herd them away so they didn’t get in trouble” she giggled.

You refrained from asking ‘who’, knowing she wouldn’t answer you.

“But now that you are all clear, we can go say hello to them again” she held her hand out to you.

You glanced at her hand, hesitating before taking it. You followed her to the door, it slid open slowly as more light poured into your vision.

“(y/n)!” “(y/n)?”

You opened your eyes, looking back at the growth and tendrils. Slowly, they started to uncoil and fall apart. You could still hear the name in you remind as you were lowered to your feet. The room slowly unwrapped the tendrils surrounding it, revealing the metallic interior of the ship. On the walls, Nicholas and Vash were revealed. They fell onto their faces, waking up ungracefully. Vash was the first up, spotting you.

“Seven!” he shouted.

He was up and running over to you, Nicholas stumbling after. Before either could reach you, you stuck out your fists into their stomachs.

“Guh!” Nicholas grunted.

“Ack!” Vash yelped.

The two stumbled back, holding their stomachs as they looked at you.

“What was that for?!” Nicholas growled.

“S-Seven..?” Vash called again, awkwardly.

“You….you two…” your head was hanging low.

They could see your shoulders shake as tears began to fall from your eyes. You lifted you gaze, glaring at them.

“I’m going to punch you both, don’t you ever do something like that again! Don’t you know how much you scared me?!” you began to cry.

Nicholas and Vash let you hit them, although your hits became weaker with each strike. You leaned into them, letting out all the anxiety and stress that had built up.

“I’m sorry Seven” Vash apologized as he patted your head.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad…” Nicholas said in a low voice.

You eventually stepped back, rubbing your eyes and calming yourself.

“If you want to make it up to me, then answer this question” you sniffed.

“Sure, I’ll do anything,” Vash smiled.

“I knew you would use this against me, just not so soon” Nicholas sighed.

You took a deep breath, trying to prepare yourself for what was to come.

“Who is (y/n)?”

#Vash x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood x y/n #Trigun #trigun stampede #wolfwood x reader #vash the stampede #x reader #reader insert

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sophieswundergarten · 10 months

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@nobodysdaydreams Come get your Notes!!!

(School is being. A Lot. But y'all know the drill: S.O.S., Amzing, Go read it, thank you)

Judgement Dayyyyyyyyyy

Sounds ominous

Flashback wrap up!! Yay!

MAYBE THINGS WOULD BE EASIER FOR YOU IF YOU WEREN’T CONSTANTLY SNEAKING AROUND, NATHANIEL

Ohhhhh

Milligan and Kate :(

OH HE’S ASKING THE :LKJSD>

LITERALLY JUST STARTED FLAILING AGAINST THE KEYBOARD

WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

TRYING TO CALM DOWN NOW

Oh, come on. TELL THE TRUTH. YOU CAN DO IT. PLEASE.

Come on. Come on, buddy. You can do it. Please.

NATHANIEL

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

I don’t know what I was expecting. He’s still trying to make things fit into his ridiculous worldview, even though it’s a little better. Maybe someday…

Bods, I am giving myself nausea I am so invested in this story asjdfj

You are SO talented

Oh dear

Milligan’s wife

YOU HAVE THE RIGHT TO MOURN THIS. ALL OF THIS. IT’S HARD. ANYONE IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD BE SAD. STOP YOUR NONSENSE.

Mr. Benedict being the best dad in the middle of all this ajdskjfd

(Him and Milligan, at least. The two of them are amazing)

They really need to tell the adults everything. It’s not exactly helping for certain details to come out at such inopportune moments

And now the secret’s out about him stealing the credit for her inventions…

Poor Garrison. Bods, I know you said she’s been “the villain all along”, but I just feel so sad for her. She’s such a special character and you’ve developed her so much I just want to give her a hug. She shouldn’t have done some of the things she did, but all of it is interlaced with such grief and melancholy I can’t ever really be mad at her.

Calling Sticky!!!

That detail makes me such warm and fuzzies. You couldn’t compromise the integrity of the plot to have him there, but they call him every chance they get and he’s genuinely caring about them and wanting to know everyone’s okay <3

Sticky’s Aunt and Uncle Mention!!!!

(They are just barely below Isaac on my list of people who are not at all major characters but I care about probably way too much)

Oh. He finally let go of some of it. That probably was hard, but felt kind of good. I’m glad he could do that.

An hour? He must have actually been pretty tired. I doubt he slept that night (Given he was experiencing a 24 chapter flashback asdhjdfj /j /silly)

OH, NICHOLAS DOESN’T KNOW, HERE IT COMES

“lovingly but forcefully preventing Mr. Benedict from jumping out of his seat and running off to find the nephew he’d just learned about, though he had no idea of his whereabouts”

Yep, that checks out ajsdfjd

Such a good line. You can always sum up the characters so well in just a single sentence

Constance’s turn!!

“The humility will help him grow”

Y’know what? Sure. That makes sense. Good plan asdfkj

SDFKJLDSDSFKJ:LDSFKJHDSFKJ:HDSFKJ:

SISTER TIME!!!!!!!!!!!

GOING INSANE

YOU DON’T KNOW HOW DESPERATELY I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS

I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS AND SDJFJHDSKJHDSJGD

Wait….

Is the sister psychic?

Ohohohohoho

Fake violets!

“You always did love drama and symbolism, so I suppose it does fit, perhaps as a pseudonym or an alias, but your legal name? Natty, I know method acting is a thing, but that really does take it a bit far.”

Is it bad that I think I like her a little bit too much?

Nessie!!!!

Afsjdkl; ads;kjasldfkj;;sdv lkj; asdf kj;lsadfkjl

YOU NEED TO STOP IT. I CAN’T KEEP ABUSING MY POOR KEYBOARD LIKE THIS

SEYMOUR THE CAT

Bods, I am hyperventilating

Oh boy. She must have a pretty impressive memory. I’ getting a little spooked

Absolutely cackling that she’s shorter than him

Oh no, now he’s angry. I hope she doesn’t react badly…

OH NO. SHE’S REACTING BADLY. SHE DEFINITELY HAS SOME TRAUMA

Oh dear. Nathaniel…

This is starting to feel like your Christmas Carol AU, with the Ghost of Christmas Yet To Come

Only worse

As much as she shouldn’t be hurting people, I’m kind of worried about Nerissa

(Also this reminds me of how fun and scary it was to play with her character blog!)

HAH. I don’t know why the adults think that politely asking the kids ot stay out of it is going to work.

Oh, Garrison

Constance is doing good at being intimidating, but she’s just a child. She shouldn’t have this kind of pressure on her, even if it mostly self-imposed

Pushing people off the roof? Are we taking cues from Cutter now? /j /silly /affectionate

Nicholas trying to be all surreptitious and spy on them adsjfjs

Ohhhhhh

They’re having a real conversation

Hugs for you, Bods

I know I haven’t really made any threats this time around, I’m just too enamoured with the story, so you and your possessions are safe for now

Nicholas makes a good point. She could easily just be a raving lunatic, but Nathaniel is usually sharp enough to catch a liar

I love how eager Nicholas is to hear Nathaniel’s nickname, it’s really sweet. And then Nathaniel is very upset and grumpy about it asjdfjs

It feels weird for me to see Nicholas speculate about whether or not their family used nicknames, because for me nicknames are an inherent part of family. You love someone, that just means you don’t always call them by their full name. My family rarely calls me my real name

Ohoh! And Nathaniel feels guilty about something, and he can finally share that. Very interesting…

AND HE IS HEALTHILY PUTTING HIS EMOTIONS INTO CONTEXT??? IS THERE HOPE FOR THIS MAN AFTER ALL???? /s /silly

I just really like that he uses the word “deduce”. It’s a good word.

OHHHHHHHH

THEY’RE HAVING A SIBLING HEART-TO-HEART!!!!!

I have so many sibling feelings right now. I could almost see this conversation happening with me and my sib. (If one of us were trying to take over the world asjdjasdk)

I really really do love redemption stories. They are so good and I love how sometimes you can “defeat the villain” with the power of friendship. I’m always on Nicholas’ side in that matter

I’m so happy to see all the callbacks to TOS. It makes me ridiculously and inordinately happy to see things starting to come together

SQ TIME

I’m so happy

Nathaniel is really deep in the guilt and self-bame hole right now…

Nicholas is always so ready to accept literally anyone into his family whereas Nathaniel has to be dragged and is so scared. Aw man, just thinking so much about them

Nicholas awkwardly asking about Curtain’s non-divorce akjdsdkjha I love it

PEDALIAN MY BELOVED

I’m really happy that Nathaniel gets to talk about them to someone now. I think he needs it

“you haven’t adopted any of your children” Yeah, maybe, but they’re still his children

I am getting more and more worried about SQ, Bods. He better be okay when we see him again…

Nicholas is having such a hard time accepting that it’s okay the Glenns made mistakes and Nathaniel having a hard time accepting his own mistakes in regard to SQ. THE PARALLELS, BODS, THE PARALLELS

ASKJLFDLKHUDF

AND VIOLET!!!

VIOLET AND JOHN!!!!!! I REALLY CAN’T WAIT TO SEE HOW YOU HANDLE THEM. I REALLY LOVE THOSE CHARACTERS

I love how you connected them with the violets. Just masterful work.

I’m really curious what happened between Nicholas and the Hopefields/John. I have so many questions

YEAH. PEDALIAN IS STILL HAUNTING THE NARRATIVE AKFDHDSFJJK

I AM TOO EMOTIONS TO GIVE YOU NOTES FOR THE ENDING

IT’S JUST TOO MUCH

WHOOOO!!!!!!!!! That was amazing, as usual. My brain is exploding. So, so many things. Most of this was a “live reaction”, save for the last scene because I got too excited and read ahead without stopping for notes. I just want you to know that I am beyond ecstatic to learn more about what you have planned. I cannot wait. You are such a wonderfully talented human, and I adore your thoughts and ideas. Thank you so, so, so much for sharing them <3

#s.o.s.#WHOOOO #I have to go to class now #But I shall be thinking about this for probably the rest of the day

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ruminate88 · 15 days

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Truth about losing weight after emotional abuse:

09/08/24 9:07 pm

First off, people on the outside see you struggling in the toxic environment and try to say things to help you out BUT you take it as they’re not “supporting you” AND you have real and genuine feelings involved. You think you love this person and you are confused why they are one minute happy with you but upset the next. My ex Andrew promised me change in our relationship 3 different times. He swore to me that I was his priority and that he wanted me. 😐 yet he continued to be distant and keep me at an arms length. I felt I’m begging him to let me “love him” and I’m POURING out my undying love to him. I was SO EMOTIONAL with him…. But I got nothing!

I would send Andrew so many long paragraphs in our text messages to each other and I would express my love and confusion. I begged him for answers many times to why he was so distant from me and struggling to let me closer but he would not give me answers. He always just said what I wanted to hear. My girlfriends KNEW I was upset all the time but anytime they tried to say anything to me, I got super defensive 😓

Andrew wasn’t even my 1st toxic relationship and yet I was not self aware back then. I was completely in the dark but knew these men were breaking my heart. I hadn’t fully grieved my ex Cody ghosting me because I met Andrew less than 6 months after. Andrew kept me in a constant emotional and anxious state of mind. One minute Andrew feels super close to me but the next minute he feels worlds apart from me. I constantly feared he was breaking up with me but he never did. I actually tried to end it 3 times myself.

Towards the very end of the relationship, it was so confusing and challenging that up was now down and left was right. He says he wants me but he’s acting like he is so bored with me. Giving me short replies but continues to cry “I’m not good enough for you.” Says it so many times to me but won’t tell me why he feels that way. YET won’t break up with me either AND I found out he was texting my friend for a month behind my back…. I was in constant turmoil with him and couldn’t remember to eat and my stomach shook so hard when he would get overly defensive towards me. My heart was crushed to a million pieces every time he pushed me away 💔 I THOUGHT I LOVED HIM BUT I WAS CONFUSED 🥺🥺💔

whenever I finally blocked his number, I had got into a new relationship already that felt very safe and I end up marrying this new guy not even a year and a half later after breaking up with Andrew. It all changed for me fast! As I felt safe, I begin to eat more than I ever had before. I gain some weight and I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been but during covid, my stomach gave way, I had constant burning in my esophagus and I lost all the weight plus some and began to keep losing weight even when I’m not trying to!! People don’t know why and get scared for me. People that haven’t seen you in awhile, wanna know if you’re sick or if you’re purposely doing it for vain reasons 😝🙈

People are truly worried. They talk and make comments. It’s just what people do. I just smile at them and let them know it’s not on purpose but that I’m ok. I don’t tell them why or say that I’m “sick”. I blamed covid at first till I learned about emotional abuse and then started to really think about when I struggled with stomach issues and it does go back to when I was with Andrew. However, I’m getting better the more I learn about everything and I become more at peace in myself ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹🥰

It’s easy to get overwhelmed when people constantly say “oh wow! You’re so skinny! What happened to you??” And they look like they have seen a ghost 👻 aha At first I was upset cuz everyone was telling me something was wrong with me, how it’s not normal to lose so much weight at once but, I struggled to eat. During covid I could only eat an apple 🍎 😝😳 that was the only thing that didn’t burn in my esophagus. You don’t just tell people, “oh yeah, I have digestive issues cuz I was in an abusive relationship…” that doesn’t sound right and not everyone understands!!!!! It’s not a hot topic that is easy to talk about. That’s why I use this account to journal and share my feelings without an identity. ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹 Only choosing to talk to people I feel can give me sound advice and not judge me!!! 🙏🏻

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storylocke · 11 months

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Alolan Dusk 3

[A storm had been brewing over the course of the day, and the rain finally came pouring down with a surprising chill. Steam rises from the sun-heated pavement as it pelts hard enough to dissipate into a low fog.

Kukui didn't mind the rain normally, but tonight he can't shake the feeling he's not alone. He stops beneath the streetlight, scanning the area carefully for what lay out there in the empty Hau'oli streets. A soft glimmer of static catches his attention, appearing like a set of eyes before it vanishes into the night. As he tried to focus on it, a flash of lightning split the sky and betrayed the creature! A glint shows the outline of the metallic form as it fled. No creature he recognized, but a form that fit the description of something he had come to know all too well. He has to go after it!]

???:

Professor!!!

Kukui:

[Freezes and whips around to see where it came from. As the thunder rolls, he almost wonders if he imagined it. Tries to shield his eyes from the rain to get a better look but all he can see is someone with a flowing coat underneath an approaching umbrella] Hey! Who's there?!

???:

[comes into the frame of light and raises the umbrella to cover them both.] I'm so glad I managed to find you! You must forgive me, it's been a long time. [Smiles warmly] I was one of your former students and I had hoped-

Kukui:

[Flashes him a wide grin.] Ilima, it hasn't been THAT long! Just took me a moment, I hardly recognize you.

Ilima:

[Solemnly] Yes, well, a lot can change in a few years. [He gazes over the empty streets, how dark it is now with only a handful of lights still on among the buildings.] I'd hardly recognize Hau'oli City like this. It feels like a ghost town.

Kukui:

Eh, not quite. Just given the pattern we've seen, we try not to do much after dark if we can. Why don't we head for my place, and we can talk more where it's dry? [claps him on the shoulder heartily as they share the umbrella] So what brings ya back here? I figured being part of the Interpol would have had you halfway across the world by now.

Ilima:

[Soft laugh as they start walking] I'm still just a fledgling as far as that goes. But, as they say, there's always that one case that hits just too close to home to let go.

Kukui:

[Stops. Somewhat sternly] Ilima, I told you and Roark to back out of this after what happened to Hau.

Ilima:

[Also stops once he realizes his old mentor isn't following and looks back at him. States rather bluntly] Out of hunting, sir. But I'm in a new position now that has afforded me the resources to learn far more about this monster than you can.

Kukui:

[Hmph. Hands at his waist as he stares him down.] Oh yeah? And how did that work out for the agents who were sent here before you?

Ilima:

[Slightly taken back by his tone.] That's a bit cold of you.

Kukui:

[Eases up a bit as he didn't mean to offend him.] Just the truth, good buddy. You said so yourself you're just a newbie, and so far this thing has been able to take out anyone from Team Skull to the Elite Four. I know you're a skilled Trainer. Fine. I know you're an adult. But I don't wanna hear that another one of my kids got hurt. Yeah?

Ilima:

[Nods as that seemed more like the professor he knew.] Yeah. [As the lightning crosses the sky again, he gives a wary glance at the nearby rooftop where it appeared to strike. Probably just some Electric rodents. Could be… something else. Maybe Kukui had him all nervous now, but it seemed best to keep moving. Clears throat as he starts down the road again.] If it makes you feel any better, my mission here is simply to help in making arrangements. I've some grave news to deliver from headquarters. I just got through at Quips's place, and I ended up missing you at the lab. And I was honestly debating if I should try to get to Akala tonight or wait out the storm until morning.

Kukui:

[Warmly] Well, I'm here now. What kind of bad news you got?

Ilima:

[Listlessly gives the umbrella a twirl, shaking off the water as he thinks how to say it.] I'm not sure how aware of things you really are, but from an outside perspective, things are looking very grim. I have to ask… given that several people you've been close to have been taken by this madness, why do you continue to stay?

Kukui:

[Wry amusement as it feels obvious.] Not everyone can afford to leave, Ilima.

Ilima:

[Thoughtful] Of course not. But you can. Between you and your wife's positions, you're a lot better off than your humble living would suggest.

Kukui:

Hey! Are you calling me cheap? [Smile fades to concern as Ilima isn't laughing. In fact, he seems half lost in his own worries right now.] Ilima. …I know things are pretty bad right now, but I've got a lot of people who look up to me and depend on me. I can't just up and leave them. [Sticks his hands in his pockets as they move at more of a stroll.] And Alola… I don't know, it means everything to me. More than just my home. Call it a duty, loyalty, [heh] an insanity, I like to travel but I don't think I'd have the heart to abandon her even at a time like this.

Ilima:

[Tightens his grip on the handle as it feels wrong to ask.] Even if everyone else left?

Kukui:

…What do you mean?

Ilima:

We're being asked to evacuate. [Raises a hand as he can see the man about to protest] Not my call, but as you so delicately put it earlier, the situation is looking more and more dire. From a mere stats perspective, the business and tourism here is drying up. Outside help has only led to more casualties, and even if the number of humans-turned-monsters has dropped significantly, there's been an increase in wild Pokemon who've become Shadows. Which just shows that even if we were to say the Beast is slowing down, we don't know that. Wild Pokemon are harder to track, and their aggressive behavior is harder to determine if it's just territorial or deranged until a Trainer is injured. And… [shifts a bit uncomfortably] While it's entirely up to all of you, this is going to be the final offer. Once I leave, no one else is coming. Alola will be left to figure this out on its own. [He stops beneath a new streetlamp as he waits to see the professor's reaction.] The reason my superiors decided to send me was because they hoped the people of Alola would be more willing to listen to one of their own. Someone painfully aware of what they've gone through.

Kukui:

[That's… a lot to take in. And while he would argue that it's not as bad as it may seem to those on the outside, it was hard to deny the fear overtaking their little islands. Some kids were forgoing the trials altogether now for safety concerns. Not only from this mind altering menace, but Ilima was right about there being more Shadows now than they could count. And not just kids, but the adults were getting scared too. Unable to counter him, his mind drifts back to the earlier comment.] There's still a lot of people here. How could we possibly move everyone even if they wanted to go?

Ilima:

[Soft hum for thought. Not so much about the method as the enormity of the task.] We've been in touch with the Aether Foundation during much of the investigation as they seem to have a much clearer idea of what we're dealing with. And it's the very reason why they sailed that man-made island of theirs clear out of the region. Miss Lillie even admitted they half-hoped the monster, this "Necrozma" as they call it, would have followed them out when they did. And there's still some concerns about the danger they'll be in if they-

Kukui:

You're dodging the question.

Ilima:

[He would argue it's all related, but the man has a point. Takes a deep breath.] Aether Paradise is a floating city. They're on their way back here, sailing with barely more than a skeleton crew to make room, and have promised to take anyone on board who has no means to get out otherwise. Given your history with the family, I'm sure you and Burnet would be more than welcome to come and help them. Not only with the people, but you two have some valuable knowledge and experience to help with their research as well.

Kukui:

[Lillie… It was impossible to imagine what her and her brother had already been through, and already having so much responsibility. And now to attempt a stunt like this? She really was something. Just shakes his head.]

Ilima:

[Uneasy at the long pause] Would you at least consider it?

Kukui:

Of course I'll help. It'd be ridiculous not to after all that. Sounds like you've got a lot on your shoulders too, yeah. [Leans down a little to peek at the young man hiding beneath the shade] Hey. [puts a hand on his shoulder again, this time more gently] It's gonna be okay. My offer still stands. Why don't we get to the lab, since we're already halfway there, and we can start making plans.

Ilima:

Then you'll come?

Kukui:

[Straightens up] Not sure yet. But if they're leaving it up to you, there's no way we're letting you try to do this alone. Just like there's no way I'm letting you try to go sailing while the winds are up. Besides! It'll give us some time to catch up on other things.

Ilima: [True, he had actually half thought of just staying at his old house for the night before their meeting got him turned around. Casting a glance back, the road seems so long and dark to cross town alone on a night like this. Back to Kukui] Might as well.

~~~~~

A/N: Not much to say on this one. I will say it wasn't my idea that Ilima ended up joining the Interpol when he grew up, but it's pretty funny how there's even a hidden event in USUM where you find him playing detective after a Pokemon stole his stuff since the police are useless in the situation.

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#twitch plays pokemon #Alolan Dusk #professor kukui #Captain Ilima #Horror #Mystery #story

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curiositymemes · 2 years

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ATLAS : ENNEAGRAM SENTENCE STARTERS.

taken from the 2019 album released by sleeping at last, consisting of songs based on the nine enneagram personality types. feel free to change wording and pronouns and provide context as necessary. do not add to this list.

ONE.

“hold on for a minute.”

“i believe that we can fix this over time.”

“let me finish.”

“we’ll only know for certain if we try.”

“i want to sing a song worth singing.”

“i’ll write an anthem worth repeating.”

“now i have learned my lesson.”

“i’ve spent my whole life searching desperately.”

“grace requires nothing of me.”

TWO.

“sweetheart, you look a little tired.”

“when did you last eat?”

“come in and make yourself right at home.”

“stay as long as you need.”

“tell me, is there something wrong?”

“you can count on me.”

“you know i’ll take my heart clean apart if it helps yours beat.”

“let me take your coat.”

“i will love you with every single thing i have.”

“i will love you without any strings attached.”

“it’s okay if you can’t catch your breath.”

“no, i don’t want to talk about myself.”

“tell me where it hurts.”

“you’re good as new.”

“i don’t even know where to start.”

“i just want to love you.”

“i just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself.”

“and what a privilege it is to love, a great honor to hold you up.”

“i will love you without a single string attached.”

THREE.

“maybe i’ve done enough.”

“your golden child grew up.”

“maybe this trophy isn’t real love.”

“with or without it, i’m good enough.”

“i finally see myself through the eyes of no one else.”

“it’s so exhausting on this silver screen, where i play the role of anyone but me.”

“i finally see myself unabridged and overwhelmed.”

“a mess of a story i’m ashamed to tell.”

“i only want what’s real.”

“let my heart feel what it feels.”

“he’s/she’s/they’re/we’re/you’re/i’m worthy of love anyway.”

FOUR.

“i’m turning out the lights.”

“remember how to see?”

“for a moment we get to be glorious.”

“maybe i’m hiding behind metaphor.”

“maybe my heart needs to break to be sure.”

“i’ve fallen in love with a ghost.”

“i lost my balance when i needed it most.”

“this blurry photograph is proof.”

“it feels like truth.”

“i’m stuck swimming in shadows.”

“it’s been forever since i came up for air.”

“what if we already are who we’ve been dying to become?”

“a reflection of magnificence.”

“(it’s) hidden in you, maybe even in me.”

FIVE.

“i want to watch the universe expand.”

“i want to break it into pieces small enough to understand.”

“it feels like an out-of-body experience.”

“now i can’t put my mind to rest.”

“i can’t help but second guess.”

“i’m hypnotized by this anomaly.”

“such strange uncharted territory.”

“my armor falls apart.”

“if i could let myself be seen, even deeply known.”

“i was already brave enough to let go.”

“it’s hidden in heartbeats, exhales, and in the hope of open hands.”

SIX.

“i had the most vivid dream.”

“my feet had left the ground.”

“i was floating to heaven.”

“i could only look down.”

“my mind was heavy, running ragged with worst case scenarios.”

“i woke up so worried.”

“oh god, i’m so tired of being afraid.”

“if i’m being honest, i’m not sure i’d know how.”

“i wanna take shelter but i’m ready to fight.”

“i feel a little paralyzed.”

“maybe i’m stronger than i realize.”

“i want to believe; no, i choose to believe.”

“fear won’t go away, but i can keep it at bay.”

“with a vigilant heart, i’ll push into the dark.”

“i’ll learn to breathe deep and make peace with the stars.”

“is it courage or faith?”

“there will be light always waiting behind even the darkest of nights.”

“no matter what.”

“somehow we’ll be okay.”

“don’t be afraid.”

SEVEN.

“we could try everything.”

“i’m serious.”

“what about danger?”

“so what?”

“what about risk?”

“i’m restless for whatever comes next.”

“how wonderful to see a smile on your face.”

“a welcome home parade.”

“a secret handshake.”

“i’ll find the silver lining no matter what the price.”

“i’m hungry for whatever comes next.”

“let me tell you another secret of the trade.”

“it feels like sinking when i’m standing in one place.”

“i want to be here.”

“i feel hope, deep in my bones.”

“tomorrow will be beautiful.”

“i’m ready for whatever comes next.”

EIGHT.

“it was like a switch was flipped.”

“i was just a kid who grew up strong enough.”

“god, that was so long ago.”

“i was little, i was weak and perfectly naive.”

“i grew up too quick.”

“now you won’t see all that i have to lose and all i’ve lost in the fight to protect it.”

“i won’t let you in, i swore never again.”

“i can’t afford, no, i refuse to be rejected.”

“i want to break these bones ‘til they’re better.”

“you were wrong.”

“my healing needed more than time.”

“when i see fragile things, helpless things, broken things, i see the familiar.”

“now i’m a broken mirror.”

“i can’t afford to let myself be blindsided.”

“i’m standing guard.”

“i’m falling apart.”

“all i want is to trust you.”

“show me how to lay my sword down.”

“here i am.”

“pry me open.”

“what do you want to know?”

“i’m just a kid who grew up scared enough.”

“here’s a map, here’s a shovel.”

“here’s my achilles’ heel.”

“i’m all in.”

“i’m at your mercy now.”

“i’m ready to begin.”

“i am strong enough to let you in.”

“for the innocent, for the vulnerable.”

“i’ll show up at the front lines with a purpose.”

“i’ll give all i have.”

“i’m shattered porcelain, glued back together again.”

“i’m invincible like i’ve never been.”

NINE.

“who am i to say what any of this means?”

“i have been sleepwalking since i was fourteen.”

“honestly, it’s easier to let myself forget.”

“i’ve been less than half myself for more than half my life.”

“wake up.”

“fall in love again.”

“there’s so much worth fighting for, you’ll see.”

“it looks like empathy to understand all sides.”

“i’m just trying to find myself through someone else’s eyes.”

“show me what to do.”

“how do i forgive myself for losing so much time?”

“roll up your sleeves.”

“remember who you are.”

“a little at a time.”

“it’s uncomfortable, but right.”

“we were born to try to see each other through.”

“to know and love ourselves and others well is the most difficult and meaningful work we’ll ever do.”

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edenmemes · 3 years

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resident evil village starters

❝ oh, keep growing! one day your head might actually fit your ego. ❞ ❝ running will get you nowhere. ❞ ❝ you don’t have to trust my words, but do you have any better options? ❞ ❝ you shouldn’t be out here. it’s not safe. ❞ ❝ i know you don’t like to talk about it, but can we really just forget everything and pretend it didn’t happen? ❞ ❝ well, what do you think? it’s hopeless, right? ❞ ❝ i wish it could stay like this forever. ❞ ❝ oh, such a disappointment. i thought we could join forces. ❞ ❝ i don’t have time for this bullshit. out of my way. ❞ ❝ i don’t give a damn about your personal issues. ❞ ❝ it’s a pleasure to see you safe. ❞ ❝ just give up. flesh and blood will never win against me. ❞ ❝ quit acting so full of yourself. ❞ ❝ the clock is ticking. playtime’s over! ❞ ❝ ohhh, don’t give up! ❞ ❝ you think you can take me on? ❞ ❝ you should have never refused me. ❞ ❝ these are the fruits of my power. ❞ ❝ leave it alone. you are out of your depth. ❞ ❝ i’ve learned all i can from you. your worth as a lab rat has run out. ❞ ❝ no, no, this can’t be the end for me! ❞ ❝ i can’t escape from here... i can’t do anything! ❞ ❝ what are you talking about? you think this is a game? ❞ ❝ don’t get cocky. i’d kill you if you weren’t the trouble. ❞ ❝ hey, do you know anything about what’s going on around here? ❞ ❝ i’m not used to relying on other people. ❞ ❝ you’re the real deal. well done. ❞ ❝ i gotta...keep going. ❞ ❝ i think it’s time you left things in my hands. ❞ ❝ my power is leaving me! ❞ ❝ do me a favor... try to stay under the radar. ❞ ❝ you don’t get it. you don’t stand a chance by yourself. ❞ ❝ alright, alright. i guess i owe you an explanation. ❞ ❝ you must be pretty tough, huh? ❞ ❝ all your power’s done is drive you nuts. ❞ ❝ i gotta say, i’m surprised you made it this far. it’d be a shame if something happened to you now. ❞ ❝ so you finally came to see me! everyone falls for me in time. ❞ ❝ it’s all i can spare. take it, take it! ❞ ❝ you’ve got fight, i’ll give you that. ❞ ❝ i didn’t want to keep it from you. i didn’t want to lose you again. ❞ ❝ i’d kill you if you weren’t worth the trouble. ❞ ❝ is there something you’re not telling me? come on, talk to me. ❞ ❝ you can hear it, can’t you? someone’s waiting for you. ❞ ❝ oh, careful what you wish for. ❞ ❝ i don’t want to die. oh, it hurts so much. ❞ ❝ don’t look at me that way. ❞ ❝ i told you to sit down. ❞ ❝ you’re the reason ___ doesn’t love me. ❞ ❝ hey, kiss me? ❞ ❝ if it’s for you, i would do anything. ❞ ❝ come on, it’s not that much further! ❞ ❝ you’re the only one to see me in this form. ❞ ❝ ugh, my temper got away from me. ❞ ❝ play with me some more. ❞ ❝ trying to get on my good side? ❞ ❝ i don’t know if it’s the scent of the flowers, but i feel light headed. ❞ ❝ in all my years, i’ve never been this overjoyed. ❞ ❝ look forward to what i have in store for you. ❞ ❝ mmm, that smells good. what’s that? ❞ ❝ you really should have taken my deal. ❞ ❝ truth hurts, don’t it? ❞ ❝ i’ve waited so long. but dreams really can come true. ❞ ❝ you coward! come out and face me. ❞ ❝ quit hiding, asshole. i’m not letting you get out of this. ❞ ❝ i won’t let you have it. even if you beg. ❞ ❝ this is my territory, and i won’t let you leave. ❞ ❝ damn, i’m so cold. my legs won’t work. ❞ ❝ local wine, too. but if you’re going to keep sulking all evening, maybe you shouldn’t have any. ❞ ❝ it’s not paranoia if they’re really out to get you. ❞ ❝ you’re the last asshole in my way, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ well, at least we’re together. ❞ ❝ hey, now. think positively, all right? we talked about this. ❞ ❝ come now, don’t be shy. show me your terror. ❞ ❝ i would’ve sliced you to ribbons if they hadn’t stopped me. ❞ ❝ it’s only a riddle if you don’t know the answer. ❞ ❝ shouldn’t we face what happened there so we can live our lives without it hanging over our heads? ❞ ❝ rest while you can, because i will hunt you, and i will break you. ❞ ❝ this village is full of monsters. we can’t fight them! there’s too many. ❞ ❝ a dead body? wait...there’s more... ❞ ❝ you’re a lot like your father, you know. ❞ ❝ it barely flinched when i shot it. i feel like it’s toying with me. ❞ ❝ it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. it’ll be fine. ❞ ❝ listen. you’re being played. ❞ ❝ too bad you’ll pay for it...with your life. ❞ ❝ please won’t you stay with me? forever? ❞ ❝ you are lucky to die before your child. ❞ ❝ quiet now, child! adults are talking. ❞ ❝ there’s nothing wrong with my memory. you’re just being paranoid. ❞ ❝ this is...this is just too much. ❞ ❝ awww, you’re blushing. ❞ ❝ how can a man be ‘almost’ dead? that’s a question for the wise. ❞ ❝ what kind of sick medieval shit is this? ❞ ❝ i’ve spent a lifetime creating this moment...and you try to take it away from me? ❞ ❝ i’m sick of fighting you! ❞ ❝ why didn’t you fucking tell me right away? ❞ ❝ shut your damn hole and don’t be a sore loser! ❞ ❝ but i’m not paranoid, i’m just cautious. ❞ ❝ don’t get close to me when i’m cooking, babe. ❞ ❝ anyone who is anyone has heard of the likes of you. ❞ ❝ i haven’t cut open a man in a while. ❞ ❝ we moved here so that you wouldn’t have to deal with any of that, remember? ❞ ❝ why? why would you do this? ❞ ❝ i knew you would want to be involved. and this job is hard enough without civilians getting in the way. ❞ ❝ oh? you have something to say? ❞ ❝ tell me what’s out there! ❞ ❝ you’re still alive...? impressive. ❞ ❝ hey, are you listening? hey! ❞ ❝ exactly how much do you plan on annoying me? ❞ ❝ oh, no. they’re coming! ❞ ❝ do you have a gun? please tell me you have a gun. ❞ ❝ it’s not---nevermind. i’m sorry. ❞ ❝ drunk or not, you are welcome---and safe---in here. ❞ ❝ you know how to push my buttons. ❞ ❝ hey, don’t i get a say in this? ❞ ❝ you wouldn’t know proper manners if it slapped you in the face. ❞ ❝ i won’t forgive you, you bastard! ❞ ❝ why...why do you treat me the same as them? am i not your favourite? am i not special? ❞ ❝ at night, i hear wailing, as if ghosts roam the halls. ❞ ❝ quit your whining; we’re almost there! ❞ ❝ i’m afraid you can’t return to your old world any longer. ❞ ❝ how dare you bare your teeth at me. ❞ ❝ you couldn’t save them. they were already gone. ❞ ❝ in life and death, we give glory. ❞ ❝ can you even understand that humiliation? ❞ ❝ even i can get angry. ❞ ❝ what the hell is that thing? ❞ ❝ we will meet again soon. ❞ ❝ let’s just say parts of the human imagination are better left alone. ❞ ❝ some treasures still lurk in this village. ❞ ❝ my decision is final. there will be no argument. ❞ ❝ everyone leaves me. even you. ❞ ❝ there is no safe! every sorry bastard out there has been ripped in half! ❞ ❝ come inside. the others are waiting. ❞ ❝ come with me. there’s something i have to tell you. ❞ ❝ what the hell is wrong with this place? ❞ ❝ the strong will destroy the weak. that’s the way of the world. ❞ ❝ no, we’re getting out of here --- together. ❞ ❝ but what i saw was...frightful. ❞ ❝ i suppose it’s what they call ‘the beauty of the grotesque’. ❞ ❝ you taught me so much and for that i will be forever in your debt. ❞ ❝ it is my curiosity that ties me to this place. ❞ ❝ please let me know if you’d like to strengthen your weapons. ❞ ❝ you’ll pay if i find out this is a lie. ❞ ❝ speaking of foolish questions, who --- what are you? ❞ ❝ if i don’t kill them then my life will never be my own. ❞ ❝ you are abominable. your deceit knows no bound. ❞ ❝ quit holding out, and get to the damn point! ❞ ❝ you’re the one who’s cursed. ❞ ❝ i hope you will be able to achieve your goal someday, too. ❞ ❝ that is why i had to leave you. i will regret never telling you goodbye. ❞ ❝ if i had but a little more time, i know i might be able to turn the tides of this battle. ❞ ❝ i can hear it shuffling about outside. ❞ ❝ and now you even try to steal my property? how dare you? ❞ ❝ ugh, just another simple little manthing. ❞ ❝ oh, good. i was just thinking of ways to pass the time. ❞ ❝ nowhere to go but up. ❞ ❝ where are you? show yourself! ❞ ❝ not without me, it’s too dangerous. ❞ ❝ shit, that was close. ❞ ❝ i heard explosions. what happened? ❞ ❝ you’ve dirtied my dress! ❞ ❝ you’re my daughter...now act like it! ❞ ❝ i don’t think we will make it through winter at this rate. ❞ ❝ the wounds are severe. i won’t last much longer. ❞ ❝ will you please stop talking in riddles? ❞ ❝ goddamn. it really is you. ❞ ❝ you sure of this? your body is, well, falling apart. ❞ ❝ how long have i been out? ❞ ❝ keep your distance. do not move until i give the order. ❞ ❝ i’ve got a tough guy here, i need some back-up! ❞ ❝ if my mom saw this shit, she’d think she’d died and gone to hell. ❞ ❝ shut your fucking hole! ...sorry about that. ❞ ❝ who are you? who sent you? ❞ ❝ please, be well. ❞ ❝ there’s more than we thought. watch out. ❞ ❝ to hunger...is to be alive. ❞ ❝ goddammit! why is everyone dying on me? ❞ ❝ hey! hey. don’t talk like that. ❞ ❝ my word, you truly are as strong as they say! ❞ ❝ don’t you love me? ❞ ❝ oh, you didn’t think i’d let you get away, did you? ❞ ❝ taken alive? dead? which would you prefer? ❞

#roleplay meme #roleplay starters #rp meme #re8 spoilers #resident evil spoilers #i'll most likely add more !! i havent seen everythng from this game yet

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Love is Colder Than Death

Adrian Chase/Vigilante x Reader (Angst)

Summary: After a string of failed relationships, your best friend finally confronts you about one that changed you. (Crossposted to AO3)

Rating: General Audiences

A/N: No pronouns used in story (f, m or gn). I wanted to try my hand at some angst and was inspired by a line in the “Unrequited Love” prompt list I reblogged the other day.

C/W: Discussions about breakup and ghosting, emotional hurt for Reader, cigarette smoking, alcohol mention, general talk about sex (no details).

Word Count: 4,012

“Why do you keep focusing so hard on relationships that will never work?”

It was a blunt and very direct question. But your best friend, Terrence, was not a person that has ever been known for his subtlety.

“Why do you always seem ask me that?” you asked, pointing your fork at him. “Every single relationship I’ve had for years now, you ask me that question.”

“Because every relationship you’ve had for years now has been a shitty one,” he retorted, pointing his fork at you in return. “I swear, it’s like you’re not even TRYING to find a halfway decent man anymore. You’re just going out with anyone so long as they have both a pulse and want something more than a one-night stand. I swear, Y/N, you are-“

Terrence continued, but you tuned him out. You already knew what he was saying. He’d said it all to you before. And he was right. You were bouncing from one meaningless relationship to another just so you wouldn’t be lonely. You knew going into each one knowing they wouldn’t last yet did it anyway.

But what else were you supposed to do? None of these guys were the man you really wanted. The man you really wanted; you couldn’t have.

For today’s lunchtime ass chewing, Terrence had brought you to Fennel Fields. That was just the icing on the cake of what was already a shit day. You had been dreading this for days, ever since you got a phone call, not a text, an actual phone call from, Terrence. Terrence never called. He also never offered to come pick you up to take you to lunch AND pay for it unless he had a few things to say. While he always gave you the option of saying yes or no to these luncheons, you could only put him off for so long and you’d learned a long time ago that it was just better to get it over with as soon as possible.

You sighed and started paying attention again.

“-don’t know why you won’t let me try setting you up with someone again,” he was saying. “I’ve got a couple of coworkers I think you’d really like. I don’t know what happened last time with that guy from up here that was so bad, but it had to be just a fluke. You know me, I usually have a good eye for matches, or at least fun times.”

Oh, it was a fluke, all right, just not in the way Terrence thought.

“It wasn’t bad, really,” you shrugged. “It just didn’t work out.”

It was the truth, more or less. And that was as much as people needed to know. Or, at least, that was as much as you were willing to tell anyone.

Six years ago, Terrence had been staying on your couch in the one-bedroom apartment you had at the time. He had started college a bit later in his 20’s after taking a few years off after high school. He had been doing a fairly decent job of working his way through it up until he lost his job due to a fire. It wasn’t too long after that he also lost his apartment. You had given him a place to stay until he got back on his feet so his schooling wouldn’t get interrupted. It was a while before he actually found anything good, but, until then, he ended up waiting tables for over a year at the very same restaurant you were sitting at today.

It had been so long ago that neither of you expected anyone he knew to still be working there. But there was one person still there and, of course, it just so happened to be the one person in the world you would’ve actively paid money not to see.

You and Terrence were seated just a few booths away from the back and you were facing the door to the kitchen. You could easily see people come and go without looking over at the door, it was right in your line of sight. As if summoned by your discussion, the door to the kitchen swung open and Adrian Chase hurried out, a tub for dishes under one arm. You kept your attention on your friend.

As he approached the booth you were seated at, he stumbled slightly. Your heart sped up, but you didn’t look at him, choosing instead to take another bite so it didn’t look like you were just playing with your food. Which is exactly what you had been doing ever since it was brought out. You almost looked up when you saw his pace slow, but he ended up walking right by your booth to start clearing down the one right behind you.

You felt like an idiot. Especially a couple of seconds later when you felt a stinging along your lower lash line, and you realized you were on the verge of crying into your spaghetti. You quickly snapped your attention back to Terrence to get your mind away from that.

“-never could figure out what you see in that guy. John is absolutely no good for you at fucking alllllll.”

“I know,” you said with a frustrated sigh. “Which is why I broke up with him last night and he came by this morning to get the rest of the stuff he had at my place.”

Terrence froze with his fork halfway to his mouth and blinked at you.

“…Bitch, why didn’t you fucking say that when I first brought that douche up? You’d have saved me a tangent!”

You shrugged, listening to the clatter of dishes behind you as Adrian dropped them into the tub. For a second, you thought you heard a stifled chuckle among the clanking glass.

“You were barely letting me get a word in edgewise,” you pointed out, while pointing your fork at him again.

Terrence took his bite and thought it over.

“Fair point,” he said after he swallowed, pointing his fork at you again, too. “So, what’s your plan now?”

You shrugged, not really wanting to say much on the topic while Adrian was still nearby. You doubted if he was listening, but the proximity still made you uncomfortable.

“Come on,” Terrence pressed at your silence. “You’ve got to have some idea.”

“I don’t really need a plan,” you said, shrugging again. “It’s not like we were actually living together. He just had some stuff over there for overnight stays. He didn’t even have a key. His departure isn’t screwing me over financially. The only thing that changes is now I’ll be alone at night again.”

Terrence nodded. “You always were the smart one out of all of us on that shit. You never rush into anything like living together.”

“Never have, never will,” you agreed, your heart hurting for a moment after you said the words.

You both were quiet for a few seconds, each of you taking bites of food. You heard Adrian clearing away silverware and glassware before starting to wipe down the table. The worse part of this though? You could smell his cologne now. It wasn’t very strong, but he was moving around just vigorously enough that it wafted the smell your way. You were sitting just close enough, to get whiffs of it. It filled your stomach with butterflies and also made you feel nauseous. You were hoping he’d be done soon. You didn’t know how much longer you could keep the tears at bay. That fact really made you angry.

Wasn’t five and a half years fucking long enough to be over this shit?

Apparently not.

“Good,” Terrence said firmly, pointing at you again. “Now, you are going to stop dating for a while and you are going to take some time for yourself. Take as much time as you need. Weeks, months, years, whatever. Hell, I’d be fine with years so long as you get your head on straight!”

You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“But, in the meantime, you, my friend, are going to become a dick ho, like me,” Terrence continued. “You don’t need a relationship, but you still need dick. Trust me on this. I’ve been single for years and single life really isn’t that bad. Once you have access to a steady stream of dick that’s always on call and ready to pound the shit out of you at a moment’s notice, you won’t want a boyfriend, or the drama they come with, ever again. I know I certainly don’t.”

There was a loud clatter of dishes at the table behind you that made you both jump. It sounded like Adrian dropped the tub, resulting in a few broken glasses inside. Before you could be tempted to turn around and see what happened, Adrian rushed past carrying the tub back to the kitchen. You didn’t look at him, just sighed in relief that he was gone.

Terrence, however, turned to watch Adrian depart, then turned back to you with a raised brow.

“One of these days,” he said. “You really need to tell me what the fuck happened with you two.”

You shrugged. “Like I said, it just didn’t work out.”

“Horse shit,” Terrence snapped at you. “Nothing about the energy that flew between you two right then said, ‘it just didn’t work out.’ Something happened.”

You shrugged again, going back to playing with your food rather than eating. Terrence didn’t say anything, but you could feel him watching you as you stared down at your plate. You finally heard him sigh with resignation.

“Babes, I’m not trying to pry. Honestly, I’m not,” he said, lowering the volume of his voice as his tone changed from the cocky, sarcastic, overconfident gay man act he put on while out in public to just being Terrence, your best friend through thick and thin for 17 years. “I’m just really worried about you. You haven’t been the same person in years. Not since you were with him.” He gestured over his shoulder with his thumb towards the kitchen door. “And that really fucking worries me since you weren’t together for that long. Just a few months, about seven if I remember right. And it’s been, what? Six years and you still won’t tell me what happened?”

You stared at the table, silent. So, Terrence continued.

“I honestly don’t know if I should drop it like you keep telling me, round up some guys to go fuck his ass up, or what the fuck I’m supposed to do,” he paused to watch you for a few seconds. “It’s obvious he hurt you, and he hurt you bad. I’m just very, very concerned now about the how of it.”

You looked up at him then. Terrence had an expression of concern on his face that you didn’t see very often. This meant he was serious, and you weren’t going to get out of this without some sort of explanation. You were going to have to give him something, whether you wanted to or not.

You sighed.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you finally said after a period of silence.

“Let’s start with the end,” Terrence said. “Why did you guys break up?”

“No fucking clue,” you said instantly, dropping your fork on your plate and settling back in the booth with your arms crossed. “I still ask myself that same damn question sometimes.”

Your best friend blinked several times.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” Terrence said, a baffled expression on his face. “Weren’t you there for it? It was your relationship. You should know why it broke, especially with how happy we all thought you two were.”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means,” you said, with a frustrated tone. This is why you never told anyone. “I literally have no idea why we broke up. And we were happy. Everything was fine. Fucking fantastic even.” You sighed and closed your eyes. “Terrence, we were even talking about moving in together. He had already suggested looking at rings.”

Terrence’s eyes flew wide, his jaw dropped.

“No fucking way,” he said, in awe. “Seriously?”

You nodded.

It was a rare moment for Terrence, but he was actually speechless for a moment. It was a fleeting moment, but it still happened.

“Y/N, you’ve never moved that fast with anyone,” he finally said, slowly. “Like…ever. What gives?”

You shrugged. “Because I wanted to. It felt right. All I’ve ever done when it comes to relationships is follow my gut. For once, my gut told me it was okay to be reckless.”

Again, Terrence stared at you, speechless again. You knew what this all sounded like. You had always been the responsible one. Usually this was the shit him and your other friends were doing, not you. He was right to be shocked because it still shocked you.

“Anyway,” you said, wiping your eyes once more. The watering had stopped, but your lashes were a bit damp. “Doesn’t really matter now. The last time he came over, he acted really weird. Kinda cold, like he was mad, but he wouldn’t talk to me about it. He didn’t stay the night either, which was also weird. He just said it was because he had something he needed to do. He left, then he just stopped talking to me.”

Terrence blinked a few times. “What do you mean?”

“After he left my apartment that night,” you said, a knot in your throat. “He basically never spoke to me again.”

Terrence was staring at you. “He fucking ghosted you?”

You nodded. “He started leaving me on read that night. After about a week, I finally sent him a message asking him if we were broken up. A few minutes later, he texted back with a yes. I replied with, ‘okay.’ And that was it. I haven’t spoken to him since.”

Terrence looked like he wanted to cry.

“Oh honey…”

No, now you remembered. THIS was why you hadn’t told anyone before. The stupid sympathy you knew you would get. While you were fine with normal breakup sympathy, this was a different kind of sympathy you didn’t want. Especially from the people who knew you really well, like Terrence. They understood what this meant and the impact of all of this as much as you did. But at least you didn’t actually have to say the words “I finally fell in love and now I'm broken inside.” At least that part, more than anything else, was easily understood.

“Don’t do that ‘oh honey’ shit with me, you know I hate that” you said, a little harsher than you meant to then sighed. “Sorry, but this is why I didn’t want to talk about it. I’m fine.”

“No, you’re not,” Terrence pointed out.

“No, I’m not,” you agreed, feeling anxiety start to clutch your throat in its iron grip. “But there ain’t a damn thing I can do about it. I love him, he doesn’t love me, and I can’t seem to get the fuck over it. I don’t know why I can’t, I just fucking can’t. Now, can we please get out of here and go somewhere else if you’re going to insist on continuing this conversation?”

Terrence could see your panic attack rising up and now it was right under the surface of your calm facade. He nodded, taking his keys out of his pocket, and sliding them to you.

“Go wait in the car,” he said. “I’ll get everything squared away here. You want a to-go container for your food?”

Shaking your head, you grabbed the keys off the table and stood up.

“Nah, you can have it if you want it though,” you said, then headed for the car.

While you got in the passenger seat like normal, you went ahead and started the car to get the AC and radio on. It was in the middle of lunch rush, the restaurant was packed and shorthanded, so it might take Terrence awhile to get out of there. Fortunately, he had left his cigarettes in the car, so you rolled your window down and helped yourself to one. You didn’t smoke and never had, but you did have one occasionally to calm your nerves. This was your first cigarette in months. It wasn’t the healthiest way to deal with your occasional panic attacks, but oh well.

Within a few minutes, the music on the radio and the cold menthol burn in your throat had calmed you down. You even found your mood turn good as one of your favorite songs from childhood came on. Turning up the radio so you could hear every beat of the 80’s pop song, you quietly sang along just under the volume of the music.

This was why you didn’t hear it when someone tried to get your attention until they had to practically scream at you through the window.

“Hey Y/N!”

Jumping in surprise, you dropped the lit cigarette into your lap. This resulted in a few frantic seconds of trying to grab it before it burned your clothing while also trying not to burn yourself, only for you to drop it to the floorboard and have to repeat the process all over again. Finally, you got ahold of the filter end and chucked it out the window in aggravation. The person standing outside barely managed to get out of the way of the cigarette as it went flying.

You leaned forward and turned the radio down before looking out your window to see who yelled for you. Then you froze. You felt sick to your stomach. While he was standing upright and you were eye level with his hips, you would recognize that jacket/Fennel Fields uniform combo anywhere.

Adrian stood there for a second, then bent back down to look into the car. Your gaze met his and your heart nearly stopped.

He was just as gorgeous to you now as he was back then. It didn’t look like he had aged much in all this time. he even still wore the same style of glasses and had his hair styled the same. But you could tell he was filling out his work uniform a bit differently these days. The baggy clothing might hide his muscle tone from your average person, but not from you, someone who once had intimate knowledge of the body underneath it. You could see the difference in how his uniform fit him before and how it fit now, even if no one else could.

It definitely was not a bad look for him, but you pushed that thought away.

Adrian seemed nervous.

“Hi,” he finally said.

“Hi,” you replied.

It was quiet after that. You waited for him to speak, but he didn’t. He just stared at you like he was suddenly questioning all of his life choices.

“Did you need something?” you finally asked.

Adrian shook his head slowly. You saw him swallow heavily, then he finally spoke.

“I just wanted to see if you were okay,” he said, a bit if hesitation in his voice. “I was leaving and saw you smoking. You only smoke when you’re freaked out or upset.”

You blinked, your stomach clenching harder. He still remembered, even after all these years.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said, keeping your voice steady. Panic was taking ahold of your throat again, but you kept it at bay. “It’s just been a bad couple of days.”

“I heard you talking about that,” Adrian said, nodding, but then quickly stopped and added. “Not that I was eavesdropping, I wasn’t, I swear. I just overheard you by accident while I was working. I wasn’t trying to listen in on your conversation or anything. Why would I? That would be a completely insane thing to do. So, no, I wasn’t eavesdropping.”

Adrian’s face had turned red. You forgot how cute it was when he accidentally tattled on himself like that. You bit down on the side of your tongue to keep from smiling.

“It sucks, but that’s life,” you said, shrugging. “What can ya do, ya know?”

He nodded in agreement. Your phone vibrated in your pocket, so you fished it out to look at it. Terrence was just letting you know he was waiting to get his card back and would be out soon.

You set your phone in your lap then looked back out your window. You half hoped Adrian wouldn’t still be there when you turned back, but he was. Rather than looking at you though, he was staring at the ground, brow furrowed.

“What about you?” you asked him.

“Hmm?” he said, your words snapping him out of his thoughts, his gaze swiveling back to you.

“You look disturbed,” you said. “Or like you want to say something.”

Adrian started to shake his head, then stopped, sighed, and looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “From before. For being an asshole before, I mean. You didn’t deserve that. You deserved better than that. I should’ve just told you, I was just so fucking sca-“

Adrian’s mouth clamped shut and he turned an even brighter shade of red.

“I’m sorry,” he said again after an extended period of silence.

This time, Adrian left his apology at that.

You stared at him, your emotions shutting down to get you through the rest of this. You prayed Terrence would hurry up.

“Thank you,” you managed to say, then looked down at your lap.

Neither of you said anything else. You didn’t look at him again, instead choosing to start messing with the strand of beads Terrence had wrapped around the stick shift.

“I should go. I gotta get to my other job,” he finally said. “See you around. I guess.”

“See you,” you said, not looking up.

You heard him start walking away, only looking up when you were sure he wouldn’t be looking. You saw him getting into his Sebring. He had just gotten it when you met him, so it wasn’t a surprise to see he still had it.

Quickly looking away before he could catch you, you turned the radio back up. You hesitated for a second then grabbed another cigarette. Terrence opened the driver’s side door at that moment and got in.

“I’d ask how that went,” he said, watching your hands shake as you lit it. “But I think I already know the answer.”

You took a long drag off the cigarette. “Has he left yet?”

Terrence looked over towards where the Sebring had been parked.

“Yeah, he’s long gone,” he said, then reached over, taking your free hand in his and squeezing it. “Liquor store then my place?”

You nodded.

He nodded, letting go of your hand to put on his seat belt and start driving.

As your emotions crept back in and what Adrian said sank in, you felt the desire to scream start to rise in your throat. You swallowed it down for the moment, but that did stop the tears from welling up in your eyes. You hastily wiped them away with the back of your hand.

This was as close to closure as you were ever going to get. You knew that. While you still had no idea why it happened, or what happened even, at least you knew that he meant his apology. Adrian still couldn’t lie worth a damn. This was proven when he tried to lie about eavesdropping. It wasn’t much, at all, but at least it was something.

It also reopened all those old wounds you’d tried to convince yourself were just scars now. They weren’t healed at all, as it turns out. You’d never given them the proper chance to, really. They were still just scabbed over.

Once you were done with your cigarette, you leaned against the door with your elbow, covered your eyes with one hand, and finally let six years’ worth of tears fall.

There was no sign of them stopping anytime soon.

#adrian chase #vigilante #adrian chase fluff #adrian chase fanfiction #adrian chase imagine #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase x you #adrian chase peacemaker #vigilante fanfiction #vigilante imagine #vigilante peacemaker #vigilante x reader #vigilante x you #vigilante x y/n #dceu fanfiction

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pastelpaperplanes · 3 years

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Big Ol Ask Post Pt. 3 I think

I haven’t drawn anything other than cursed or plain technical stuff w him 😔😔 have these for now but expect more soon!

anon a way back asked what he’d look like next to Overlord being already so big compared to Megs, that’s why you see Lordie if you’re wondering why he’s thrown in that line up!

by the way I have a voice claim for the big purple simp— Jenner from NIMH, he’s so awful but that suave baritone oh it fits too well >:] it’s the ‘humble servant’ line that got to me

Yep! Pharma is absolutely in this AU—as well as the CFau and Crack one too—and in all, he’s still an estranged medic long since booted from any legal work back on Cybertron.

He lost his credibility and more all those years ago when he found himself willing to do his fair share of cutting corners and hastily concealed malpractice to expedite his dream of getting his name down in the medical books—ultimately impressing his dear Mentor Ratchet, finally, in perfecting long-since banned risky experiments and surgeries—not to mention cruel and unusual temperament with the (supposedly) taboo practice of non-medicinal mnemosurgery.

His ambitions and aggression always got the bet of him, this hasn’t changed since he found himself working in freelance outposts. Light years away from Cybertron, he’s made a name for himself as a Good Doctor—but to his under-the-table black market part-dealing clients, he’s just about as bad as a Crooked Medic can get.

Bounty hunters and Arms Dealers like him for his business, a certain DJD member likes him for the occasional berth company and seemingly never ending supply of fresh T-Cogs—but no one actually likes him for his nasty temperamental personality, save for a young and naive Ratchet once upon a time.

Pharma is a roamer, as of recent he’s been a hard to reach mech—seems as if he’s found a little project to keep himself pretty occupied in the last few decades—something about a breakthrough for aiding the Decepticon Energon Crisis :] him and a small, horrifyingly cheerful surgeon are well on their way to completing their first trial batches, it’s safe to say that their little synthetic mixture will have it’s users sated and compliant.

they’ve got that amazing ‘new car smell’ those first few weeks, and instead of chittering like an Insecticons or vibrating their wings like a seeker—they beep and squeak, sometimes even honk a horn depending on the baseline altmode coding, to get their Creators’ attention before their vocalizer truly starts to kick online

It’s cute, but loud

Much like a seeker sparkling, they have to reach a certain ‘age’ (upgrade) to be able to transform completely, in between then they’re still able to rev those engines as a warning should they need it, as well as spin their wheels should they need a getaway HEELIES IF THEYRE LUCKY WOOHOOOOO—for seekers they can hover on their thrusters!

Crusade is actually pretty formal with Megatron. But yeah as a kid, Megs was always known as Carrier, but as Sadie got older and more aware of their surroundings—they definitely came to learn the true weight of that title and the fact that they were the progeny of the faction leader, a fact they should have really held onto with more pride. Not wanting to draw more attention to the already blatant favoritism (and nepotism) Crusade made a switch to addressing Megatron as Sir, My Lord, Lord Megatron, —ect. to better fit in with their fellow troops.

It bothers Megatron more than than he lets on. Crusade shouldn’t have to hide their high ranking as his child, the heir to the faction. Megs is their Carrier and can only order them around for so long, as their Leader however—pulling rank may just allow for their infuriatingly stubborn sparkling to listen to them should a day come where even a Carrier’s plea is dismissed.

Crusade does slip up every now and then and a ‘Carrier’ will slip—often hushed and annoyed though as Megs does like to tease every now and then, gotta remind them that they’re still his baby every once in a while :’)

Optimus however—whenever him and Crusade should truly reunite, will never be called Sire by Crusade, which they so heatedly established early on—Crusade never needed one and they don’t need one now, better to not let the title trigger those long-suppressed emotions. Sure enough though Optimus will get his moment.

actually no lmfao so you’re good! Eh, I haven’t mentioned much plot w them outside of them and Megs, plus bits of potential interactions with Optimus—so the rest of Team Prime is free game :D

For what I (hopefully will have) planned, their interactions with team Prime will be eh,,,interesting to each their own to say the least. Some more stressful than others BUT let’s not get into that until I’ve worked it out—for now I’ll just mention what they’re dynamics would be like when the drama of Oh Shit Boss Bot You’ve Been Hiding a Kid For HOW LONG has died down.

A usually touch-wary Crusade actually is the one to initiate a hug with Bulkhead, he’s the biggest and warmest and somehow is always happy to see them. Plus he tells cool recaps of Earth films and gifts them strange blobish paintings every now and then, all of which Crusade doesn’t exactly understand, but at least the colors are pretty.

Bee is annoying,,,which is what Crusade would say if confronted if they actually liked all the shenanigans Bee suggest they pull together, prank wars to the max, sparring for fun, video games?, DOUGHNUTS and RACES in the fortress halls??? Ahem. they are a super serious soldier, not a hooligan. But honestly, Bee is the one they seek out the most should they need an adventure, they missed out on a lot of this ‘fun’ growing up on the Nemesis—Bee seems to know how to balance a day of soldiering and dumbassery. sometimes.

Ratchet reminds them a bit too much of their Carrier than they’d care to admit. The medic is an old soul to his very core, perpetually tired but quick to snap into work mode, and sweet if you reallllllly squint. Sadie has been taught from day one to always respect medics, Ratchet obviously takes the cake on I’ve Seen Some Shit and for that alone Crusade both fears and admires Ratchet. Again, growing up on the Nemesis they didn’t have too many bots willing to talk much with them—but Ratchet (after he’s gone through his own lot of therapy, him AND Arcee. good lord) has a never ending pile of stories to share with them. Ratchet may throw in a few more colorful curses than necessary—which is SURPRISING bc Crusade thought they’d heard them all back home, but he’s entertaining and tells Crusade how it is, no sugarcoating. For that Crusade is grateful, there’s been too many half-truths thrown about to them in their recent years :’)

Ghost Prowl freaks them out—why does he deliberately have to be so sneaky?? Crusade has only met Prowl a fleeting handful of times (visits from the Allspark come with meaning, you know) and each time Crusade has been given nothing but odd riddles and poetic nonsense. Kidding. Prowl does like his wordplay’s but his given advice is always well meaning—the most firm and direct message Crusade has been passed though was probably most definitely “ Get those two cowards for mecha you call your Creator’s to stop fooling around with each other and SPEAK—at this rate it’s physically paining me that they haven’t begun Ritus and they’re not getting any younger”

Team Prime adores Sadie, they ask Megatron to see their sparkling photos every chance they catch him. And Crusade. hates it.

:) have

We’ve been here before, haven’t we?

#my art #cybertron’s legacy au #transformers #megop #lots to unpack #tarn is big and purple and very much a sip for megatron this has been established #simp*#also he’s HUUGE #Pharma has a nice role in this au but mostly it’s some other rouge cons #mostly dear Trepan and his big bully of a husband >:3 #WE GOT SOME HOMAGE TO TFP HELL YEAHHHHHHHH GET READY. it’s gonna be darker for sure but ohohoohohooo can’t wait #Sadie is to OLD to call their mom Carrier UGH.#very sad and very much not true #but the title is still there and every now and then a ‘Carrier’ will be thrown out #team prime all would love Sadie #it would take a min for Sadie to warm up but they’ll fit right in :) little band of misfits #and finally #a re draw of one of my fav megop peices ive done #look how far they’ve come 😭😭#tfa tarn #tfa Pharma #tfa trepan #tfa megop #transformers animated #tfa optimus prime #tfa megatron

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winged-deity · 3 years

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I really wanted to make a request for part two of the reader children learning to curse with bad, but if the requests are not open just ignore this ask

Thank you so much for the request, and apologies for the wait.

Parental DSMP!members reacting to child reader swearing

Heard it from uncle Bad pt. 2

warnings: !swearing!, !mention of blood!, !slight mention of injury!, !brief mention of cults!, !implied emotional manipulation!, !mention of death!

Georgenotfound

You and George were walking around kinoko kingdom, it had recently become a daily activity for you two to take a stroll together.

The afternoon stroll was a good excuse for you to be able to drag your father from his ridiculously long naps, that seemed to last centuries.

You were pulling him along, as you pointed at different buildings and questioning their use in the kingdom.

As you neared the edge if the nearby forest, you were startled and stumbled back by a fox.

You had at that point let go of your Dads hand, and as you fell on your butt on the stone path, you let out a shrieked "fuck!" which woke your drowzy father up, to say the least.

George was quickly by your side and helping you up, but immediately after making sure you weren't hurt his eyes narrowed "who taught you that word?" he looked down at you with that disappointed parent stare.

Though you didn't even know the meaning behind the curse word you just shouted, so your fathers sudden anger confused you as you tilted your head "Uncle bad?" you mumbled back with an unsure look.

George was throughly taken aback by your response as he picked you up "are you sure?" he lifted his brow, doubting his child's words.

Which to you responded "yeah? I heard him say it when he got hurt while we were on a walk" he blinked quietly for a moment, before bursting to laughter while you stared back, confused.

George thought this was absolutely hilarious so he decided to not confront Bad about it, though he did give you a short lecture and why you shouldn't repeat words you didnt know.

Wilbur Soot

-L'manbur

You were playing around with your twin brother Fundy, you two had started a rather violent game of tag and at some point Fundy had thrown a rock at you which caused you to yell out at him "Fundy you bitch!"

Fundy didnt know the meaning of the word, but seemed offended nonetheless. You were left rubbing your quickly bruising eye, as your twin ran over to tell your father what happened.

Quickly, Wilbur had ran over and looked you sternly in the eyes "did Tommy teach you that?" you were about to correct him, when you suddenly thought how much funnier it would've been to get Tommy in trouble.

You pulled your twin aside as you two watched your father march over to Tommy, you had snickered evily while you told Fundy the truth about the situation. Which you both found hilarious.

-Vilbur/Villainbur (pogtopia)

You were unsurprisingly dragged to pogtopia with your father when he and Tommy were exiled by your new president Jschlatt.

Even during your fathers insanity, he did care about you enough to bring you along (what a shame for Fundy who was left with Schlatt without a second thought)

You were sitting in the eerie and disgusting ravine, sharpening the sword Tommy had given you incase you were ever attacked.

While deep in thought, you had accidentally cut your hand on the blade, which caused you to let out a string of curses.

Your father wasn't far and heard this immediately, stomping over and grabbing your wrist "who the fuck taught you to talk like that? Think of what your mother would say!"

You pulled away from him in no-time, walking away from him to clean up your aggressively bleeding palm "think about it genius" you had joked back at him sarcastically, as he snarled in your direction.

-Ghostbur

You were under enough pressure after losing your father, especially infront of your own eyes and by the hands of your own grandpa. Now your supposed to move on, while also seeing his ghostly apparition floating around like he didnt blow up the place you grew up in?

You were seated next to your fathers..real fathers grave in L'manburg, or what was left of it as of now. You liked spending your days there, thinking about him when he was actually a good parent, and leader.

You were quickly startled into reality when an all too familiar ghostly figure floated infront of you, Wil-- no, Ghostbur had a huge smile on his face as he looked at you.

He quickly sat down next to you "your my other kid!" he exclaimed loudly, which in response to you hissed "fucking hell..can't you see im kind of busy?.."

This caused the ghost to let out a comically loud gasp as he grabbed your hands "hey! Alivebur wasn't the best person, but he must have taught you better than to curse!"

The ghosts surprisingly warm hands, wrapped around yours, brought you a sense of comfort as you finally broke down.

Everything that had happened in the last few months, it was just too much. And you were pleasantly suprised to feel the ghost of your father wrap his arms around you in a comforting matter.

-Revivebur

You had missed your father for sure, but upon meeting his now revived form. You quickly recognized that the feeling wasn't mutual.

The man you once loved and called your father, payed no attention to you as you were stood my Phil's side.

His overly excited attitude, and huge smile while he chattered away seriously pissed you off "you're a shit father." you had growled out at him, which seemed to finally get his attention.

His smile quickly faded, "now now, my dear child, my dear y/n. Who taught you such language" his sudden act of affection angered you even further.

"oh- the fucking egg cultists did, cause while you decided to leave me and Fundy and just die, someone had to take care of us" you had already turned, and started walking away before he even had the chance to respond.

For some reason, people seemed to like the first part. So if you'd like a 3rd part to this, I will happily write it.

Request what characters i should do for the next part.

-Deity🕊️

#cottagecore #mcyt x you #dream smp x y/n #sleepy bois inc x reader #sbi fanfic #wilbur x reader #philza x reader #dream smp x reader #sbi x reader #mcyt fanfiction #wilbur mcyt #mcyt x reader #mcyt #dream x reader #gender neutral reader #x reader #technoblade x reader #reader

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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I propose slow loving sex with Gojo thank u for ur time

propose and you may receive

prince charming - gojo x reader (2.5k)

[comments and reblogs are much appreciated! // my jjk masterlist]

warnings: afab reader, no pronouns. not sfw. minors dni! light fingering, piv sex, coming inside, soft. . . soft . . .

Most people who know Satoru Gojo would tell you that the man has two modes. Two ways of being. There is the way that he is from day to day; the laugh, the shovelling of sweets into his mouth, the constant stream of upbeat nonsense and jokes that few people are able to keep a proper track of. This is the Satoru Gojo he is with his students, you think – when the weight of being the strongest does not weigh so heavy on his shoulders.

Then, there is the Satoru Gojo in battle. There is the lift of his blindfold, the way that his blue eyes bore into his enemies – the self-assured way of talking, the ruthless precision with which he deploys his skills. This is the Satoru Gojo that does bear the weight of all of his strength; but his lips still quirk at the corners, he still cracks a joke sometimes though his tone is steely. They have shades of one another, those two personalities - but still, they are the two personalities that he chooses to show the world.

You, however, are permitted to see a different side than most people do.

You see Gojo now, with his body over yours, his soft lips brushing your jawline. You see him with his big hands, cupping your face so he has more access to your neck and your ear, the kisses coming slow and soft and relaxed. He is a large man, despite the fact that he is tall, lithe muscle as opposed to pure brawn – he cages you beneath him like he never wants you to be able to escape him.

You do not want to escape him. Not least when you finally manage to capture those lips in your own and you taste sugar on his tongue. As his teeth nip gently at your lower lip and a breathy sigh is transferred into his mouth; as his long fingers run down your body, appreciating you with a soft hum.

“I’d ask what I did to get so lucky,” he murmurs, voice low and throaty, “but I think I deserve you.”

Some things do not change; Gojo’s arrogance is always there, beneath the surface. He is lucky you find his self-confidence charming, your lips sliding into a smile as your own hands gently push up the shirt he’s wearing. His skin is warm and soft beneath it (you dread to think how expensive it was; Gojo spends money like it’s going out of style, and you have a myriad of gifts to prove it).

“You don’t shut up, do you?” You ask him, mildly, your smile not leaving your face. He laughs softly, and it feels like wind blowing through a field of flowers.

“You love me for it,” he says, all fondness, and he’s right. His shirt is parted from his top half and you admire him; unmarked skin (you suppose his technique means he’s free from the scars so many other jujutsu sorcerers learn to live with), the lean but taut muscles of his abdomen and shoulders. You run your fingers over him and he sighs, leaning into your touch like a cat. Your thumb brushes the hollow of his throat as you take a handful of his pale hair and drag him down into another kiss.

If nothing else, it occupies his mouth.

You can feel his hardness straining in his ripped jeans (pre-ripped for his convenience, with an eye-watering price tag, but even you have to admit that they make his ass look rounder and cling to his thighs and crotch in a way that makes you needy and heated if you stare for too long) as he moves his body against you, half-grinding.

You’re on the couch. You really should move to the bed – heaven knows Gojo’s is big enough for both of you – but there’s something domestic and sweet about Gojo kissing you here, amongst the remains of the sweets he’d been feeding you and with a romantic comedy neither of you are watching any more playing on the screen.

It’s so easy to feel like everything with Gojo is a life-or-death situation – to ascribe more meaning to a brush of his fingers on your shoulder or a murmur of ‘I’ll be home later tonight’ than you really need to.

This, though - this is simple, and easy. It lets you forget the world outside, just for the moments in which Gojo’s body is pressed against yours – lets you think of yourself as a normal couple.

There is nothing more romantic to you than the thought of you and Gojo being able to be just anybody.

So you spread your legs further apart so he can settle between them, sighing as his mouth moves from your own to brush kisses over your cheeks and the bridge of your nose instead.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he tells you, as he pulls back and tugs on your own shirt – you allow it to be removed, thrown onto the ground where you may never see it again. Much more interesting than the lost shirt are Gojo’s hands, large and warm, sliding up the expanse of your stomach and to your breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. He undoes the catch of your bra as if the motion is as easy as breathing – and maybe to him, it is. Upon your flesh being newly bared, he sighs, leaning down to kiss the swell of the curve. To find your nipple with the warmth of his tongue and tease it to hardness as he flattens his tongue against it and laps at you, the motion sending little electric shocks of pleasure to the place between your thighs. You sigh and squirm, and he gives the hardened bud a gentle graze of his teeth as he pulls back to look at you.

The sight of his blue eyes concentrated wholly on you and all of the distilled starshine contained within always makes you lose your senses for a moment. It should be unfair, you think, for him to look like that. For those wide blue eyes to seem so innocent when you know that he is not--

“You’re so beautiful,” he tells you. You know that he’s telling you the truth; Gojo is not the kind to mince his words. His hands rest on your waist, curving down over your hips to tug at your bottoms and make short work of those too. You lift yourself slightly to allow it, Gojo wriggling so that he can get them off without ever having to really move from between your legs. The bottoms go the same way as your shirt, and you are below him now in nothing but your underwear--

Though that’s barely covering anything. Gojo sighs to see the pale white of the piece you’re wearing has gone translucent from the gush of your slick, clinging to the outline of your folds and showing him just how needy the kissing and the touching and the groping has gotten. He trails a finger down and brushes your mound through the fabric, ghosting over your clit.

“This is for me, doll?” He asks you, a smirk on his face that you want to kiss off.

“You know it is,” you breathe, lifting your hips – and the smirk softens into a smile.

“Maybe I like hearing you say it,” he murmurs, increasing the pressure of his touch so he is rubbing you through the cotton; his big fingers pressing against your clit, making your hips jerk. You don’t know if you want to jerk away from the sensation of the fabric pressing against your swollen nub, or jerk into the pressure that you want so badly – so you settle for circling your hips, panting soft little noises.

Gojo smiles at you and the expression on his face is dazzling. Your heart skips a beat; he’s so beautiful. You’re so unbelievably, amazingly lucky--

“Don’t look at me like that,” he says, leaning and kissing your cheek, burying his face in the crook of your neck to kiss and lick and suck at the skin there. Your back arches as his attentions send yet more shivers down your spine, set you aflame even further. If you didn’t know better, you’d swear his face was warm – is he blushing? “If you could see yourself, you’d understand--”

“If you could see yourself,” you tell him, through the pounding need in your chest, “you’d understand exactly why I’m looking at you like that--”

“Oh, I know,” he preens, though his face is still warm. He hooks his fingers into the wet underwear and pulls them over your thighs. “I know why you’re looking at me like that! I’m gorgeous-- but . . .” He seems to stumble over his words before he manages to get a good hold on them again, before he pulls back and the flush on his cheeks is only barely there. “You don’t know how gorgeous you are, and . . .” He places a hand to his chest. Your underwear is dangling from his thumb, though you’re not entirely sure how he fully tangled you out of him in the position the two of you are still in. “It breaks my heart!”

You smile despite yourself.

“You’re being too romantic,” you tell him, though your insides are secretly all aflame and bubbling. “It’s not like you.”

“I’m wounded,” he says. One hand lands on your thigh, drawing circles and patterns on the slick skin – his middle finger gently nudges the very outside of your sex, teasing the puffy lips apart so he can brush your clit. Your gasp dies in your throat. “I’ll have you know I’m an absolute Prince Charming, baby--”

And he’s giving you that charming smile, even as that same finger presses deep inside you in one swift movement and your knuckles clench on the couch cushion. You groan aloud, lifting your hips to allow him deeper, to make you feel fuller--

Your eyelashes flutter, eyelids somewhere between open and closed, but you still see that Gojo’s own gaze is fixed on you. It’s tender. Loving. You feel strangely exposed beneath it – but at the same time, you feel warm and comfortable and right as he adds another finger and stretches you out on it, scissoring them apart. He brushes the spongy spot of your walls that always hits different and you sigh, murmuring out his name--

“Satoru,” you’re practically whining. “Satoru, faster, please—”

“Prince Satoru,” he corrects you, with a grin that’s slightly crooked to one side and more charming than it has any right to be. He pumps his fingers in and out of you a few more times, until they are thoroughly coated in your wetness, until the fire inside you has been suitably kindled and your breath is uneven and your face is hot – and then he pulls them out.

You don’t have time to whine.

Not with the sound of his zipper, the sound of him kicking off his expensive jeans – the heat of him settling over you on his knees and taking your hips to slide you easily onto his cock.

He groans out your name like it’s all he ever wants to say.

“You feel like you were made for me,” he says, and you reach up and grab a handful of his hair again. He lets it be pulled with only the softest sigh – lets you bend him over you so the two of you are cheek to cheek, chest to chest, so close that you can feel his heart beating. “Fuck, doll--”

He’s right. He fits inside of you like the missing piece of a jigsaw puzzle; warm and tight and perfect.

It’s a triumph, for Satoru Gojo to be lost for words – but he stops speaking as he fucks you slow and soft. It’s not that you and he only usually fuck hard and rough – but his job is stressful, and he is teasing and smug, and it’s more usual for you to be bent over on his bed as he pulls your hair and runs his mouth than it is for anything like this to happen.

He doesn’t seem to have any complaints about it, though – and neither do you. How can you complain when he holds you so gently? When he kisses you like he’s savouring the taste of you instead of devouring you?

He’s not speaking, but that doesn’t mean he isn’t noisy – he’s panting, groaning, moaning. He’s always loud in bed – he has almost no self-control when it comes to pleasure, you don’t think – but the noises also go right through you in only the best of ways, making you shiver and shudder. It’s unfair that his voice should sound so good. It’s unfair that he should have almost no flaws--

Some people might say his personality is a flaw, you suppose, but you unfortunately find him charming.

You wrap your legs about his waist and his cock hits deeper, brushes that same spot inside of you – but you find you do not care so much about the orgasm as you care about having Gojo in this embrace.

Not caring about it, though, doesn’t mean that is not going to happen – not with the slow thrusts of his hips, or with the sight of him with his lip bitten and his hair all mussed up from your tangling.

You’re not sure if Gojo has ever found something that he isn’t good at, and fucking you is no exception. His cock hits every spot inside of you and seems to find new nerves you didn’t know would feel so good when stimulated; your entire abdomen (hell, your entire body) feels like it’s on fire. You were slick enough before he’d entered you, but now you can feel your own arousal pooling on the couch cushions beneath you – you can hear how wet Gojo’s cock must be, on the push-pull of him fucking into you. The glide is slick and silky and searing, and your fingers flex on his back, as the tight string inside of you readies to snap.

“Sat-- I’m-- ‘m gonna--”

Your words are lost to the feel of him, to the haze that seems to descend around you whenever you and Gojo are together. You see the curve of his smile, hear him softly whisper;

“S’alright, baby--”

A stroke of his hips that has the flat plane of his pelvis pressing against your clit and you let yourself go, tumbling into the bright lights of your oblivion, your thighs tightening reflexively about him as if you want him to drown inside of you. Gojo sighs, groans, moans out your name as your cunt milks him for all he is worth, squeezing around him – and, he, too, lets go. Heat. Warmth. Gojo’s cock, twitching, heavy and perfect and right inside of you.

“I love you,” you whisper, against his collarbone, in time with the beating of his heart – and Gojo looks at you as his hips continue to roll slow and leisurely, eking out the final drops of his release as it settles inside of you like a claim, and he smiles slow and soft like honey or syrup.

“I know,” he says, quietly. “I love you too.”

He stays inside of you, on top of you, in the embrace, even as his cock begins to soften. Enjoying your warmth, your presence, your closeness.

Maybe he is a Prince Charming.

You’re not going to say that aloud to him, though.

He’d never let it go.

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