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raz-writes-the-thing · 8 months ago

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A Rather Short and Sharp Descent (Beetlejuice One-Shot)

Betelgeuse x AFAB!GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open

Summary: When you'd struck a deal with the demonic ghost, you'd not expected to fall for him. Perhaps less so, you hadn't expected to be tumbling quite down this path...

Fic Type: Smut (dumbification, daddy kink, slight degradation tw)

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Had it been two hours or three? More? You can't remember- you can't even remember what time of the day it is. You can remember the magically altered sets of fingers and tongues that have thoroughly fucked you from the inside out, though.

It's not like he'd let you forget that, anyway.

“Aww, lookit that, dollface. Nothin’ in there, huh? Good. That’s the way ol’ Beej likes it. Doin’ a good job, babe.”

You tried to respond, but it just came out as a garbled moan.

"Yeah, that's it. Just a little fuckinnn mess for me, aintcha?"

Your brows pinched, mouth dropping open as his fingers felt like they pulsed inside you. They probably did, knowing him. Beej laughed above you, eyes glinting with sadistic pleasure. Oh, he was going to make you work for it.

"B-Beej," you drooled, and he pouted at you mockingly in response.

"Look atcha, tryin' to make sentences and everything. It'd be cute if it weren't so pathetic, huh?" Another second and his free hand swatted at your ass, the sting biting- not that you didn't love the pain. "Beej, Beej, Beej, huh? Yeah, you fuckin' love me an' my thick fuckin' cock, babe."

And you did. You couldn't wait for him to fuck you with it. That ache begging for him inside you was starting to make you antsy. Sure you had his physically altered fingers buried inside you, but it wasn’t the same. God, it would never be the same as having him leer over you, cock twitching from the inside.

Truth be told, you weren’t even sure how you’d managed to get yourself into this situation in the first place. You’d found a flyer that had quite literally blown into your face on the street one day and said the name three times with such disbelief that you had all but died of a heart attack when the being belonging to said name appeared so suddenly and with a ridiculous amount of theatrics.

Then it was on to the business of making deals, of course. Betelgeuse had let you know in his round-a-bout way that he’d noticed you had a pesky little problem that needed fixing and he was more than happy to do the job. There was, of course, just the matter of payment, though. Sure, he could scare the absolute fuck out of your roommate until they fucked off into the sunset but not without payment. Nothing much, not your soul or anything. No, what Betelgeuse wanted from you was, of all things… a kiss.

Naturally, you’d been suspicious that planting one (with tongue, as he had insisted) onto a demonic ghost with a penchant for absolute chaos wouldn’t come with any other side effects, such as selling your soul over or something. But a kiss? Just one kiss? Surely that wouldn’t be too bad.

As it turns out, it didn’t have any side effects that you were expecting. Instead, it led you down a path with a rather short and sharp descent into the circles of Hell. Sin, specifically. Either way, it was a short path with many tongues, fingers and cocks to ease your way down.

You didn’t even realise how fast you fell for him. Nor he for you, most likely. But soon enough he was around often enough that you couldn’t call it a fling any more. This was something different. You’d caught him sizing your ring finger the other night, actually. Eyeballing it, mostly, but you could tell what that eye meant.

“‘Ey, babe- you in there? Or are y’too fucked dumb to respond anymore, huh?”

You groaned, thoughts hazing in and out a little, though they were brought sharply into focus as he withdrew his fingers and stuck his rather long tongue out to lick them clean.

Seeing your hungry gaze, he offered them to you next—an offering you took up without an ounce of hesitation. Fuck, you tasted good.

Those very same fingers slid from your mouth and down around your throat, brushing against the thrum of your pulse beneath your soft, thin skin. It would take almost nothing for him to kill you. But he wouldn’t. He was too fond of you- his favourite Flesh Bag as he called you.

His eyes glinted above you, drinking in the sight of your spit-slick lips, red and swollen. Your throat pressed against his fingers, warmer than you’d expect for a dead man. Slowly, softly, he pushed you down onto your back, legs bent and spread wide for him to slot his hips between.

Finally, finally, you were going to get what you needed.

“Uh-uh, my precious little dummy, not yet. You think you deserve this cock? D’you really? Think hard on it now, hard as I know that is for your empty little brain.”

“Y-yes,” you replied almost instantly, trying to roll your hips against him- trying to goad him into fucking you dumb just the way you like. Well. Dumber.

“‘Y-yes’ what, babe?”

Risking a glance at his expression, your mouth practically watered at the carnal look there. Dark, hungry. He wanted this just as much as you did. Needed it, even, perhaps.

“Yes, daddy.”

“That’s it. That’s fuckin’ it, babe. Fuckin daddy-o, that’s me.”

You rolled your eyes, starting to come out of the haze a little now despite the slap of his cock against your clit. He was doing it to tease you, the fucker.

“Beej, if you don’t hurry up and fuck me, I might go genuinely insane.”

“Ladies and gents,” Betelgeuse snorted, talking to an invisible audience. “Can’t keep ‘em off me, eh? Desperate little thing. Cute though.”

But despite the pleasure he usually got from torturing you from hours on end (you think as if he hadn’t just spent the last two to three hours fingerfucking you to oblivion), he gave in, softly rolling his hips against you- sinking inside so slowly you almost felt like yelling at him to just hurry up.

“Ohh, fuck me,” you moaned, head dropping back against the pillows as he finally sunk completely inside you. The thing about Beej was that he was always able to alter any of his shapes to be exactly what you needed when you needed it. And today, he knew you wanted someone on the larger side. Not that you wouldn’t be happy with average, either, but sometimes there was just a need for something a little more specific. Beej knew that, too.

“Alright, alright,” he huffed amusedly, punctuating the sentence with one of his very unique laughs. “Shut up for me a sec, babe,” he said, placing a hand over your mouth as he pulled back and slammed back against you. “Yeah, that’s it.”

He set a punishing pace, eyes rolling quite literally into the back of his head with pleasure. While the object of torture had been you over the last few hours, there was some element of torture for him, too, not being able to sink balls deep into your tight little cunt and fuck you until he was sated. But not anymore.

Slowly as he fucked you, his hand slipped from your mouth, allowing your pretty moans to escape into the heated air. Betelgeuse moaned, running his hand down your throat and down your side to grip at your hip. His fingers squeezed harshly into the soft muscle there, and you tilted your hips as best as you could to rock back against him.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” Betelgeuse groaned, leaning down to shower sharp bites down your neck and shoulders. He always had been a biter. There was something about the contrast of the blood coming to the surface under the skin, the way those indents slowly softened into pretty bruises spreading across your skin like a grim meadow that drove him insane. “Not gonna last long, babe.”

That was okay with you, you weren’t going to last long either. You hadn’t realised how fast you were approaching your orgasm- and the deadline skyrocketed closer as his hand disappeared between your legs where you were most sensitive.

“God, fuck, Beej- I, fuck, like that, please,” you cried out, reaching out to encircle your arms around his shoulders. You pulled him down and over you. From an outside perspective, you were absolutely sure that he would look like a violent predator about to rip apart his prey.

His hips fucked into you without mercy, fingers rubbing against your most sensitive area. Your mouth was open in a practically permanent ‘o’- something that Betelgeuse took full advantage of as his lips landed on yours. His tongue flicked at your lower lip and it was that in conjunction with the savage thrust of his hips and non-stop-just-right fingers that catapulted you right over that edge.

With a cry you weren’t sure actually made any sound or not, you felt your pleasure bubble over like a boiling pot on a stove, spilling over the edges and roiling up your spine. You could feel your orgasm all the way in your toes and even in your scalp, you realised distantly.

Oh, wait, no, that was Betelgeuse’s fingers knotted in your hair, pulling as he chased his own orgasm now, hips choppy yet brutal. Every thrust forced your orgasm out longer, tingles of pleasure shooting through your nerves even as you started to come down from it.

“Oh, oh, yeah, that’s it, babe. Fuckin little toy for daddy, aintcha- yeah,” he rambled with pleasure, eyes screwed tight as he finally, finally came-

You sagged into the bed as he slowly stopped thrusting, cock still inside you. With a grunt, he laid down on top of you, forcing a grunt out of you as he did so. Your hand raised lazily to rub at his back.

“Fuck, Beej,” you panted, eyes drifting closed as the glow started to overtake you. “You’re going to ruin me.”

Betelgeuse snorted playfully, already starting to recover. He had a freaky ability to be able to go, and go, and go- and then barely need rest afterwards. Perks of being dead, you supposed.

“What, like I ain’t already?”

Well, you couldn’t argue with that.

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junkpuppet225 · 1 month ago

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note: Some more forced proximity with our favorite archer. Walkers are literally the worst.

The comfort you found in Daryl’s silence is torture now, grating on your nerves as you rummage through another nameless corner mart. He’s barely escaped being bitten twice since that kiss under the bed choosing to fight instead of flee in fear you’d both end up trapped somewhere again.

The only sound comes from the faint snarl of a lone walker clawing at the back door as you search for anything edible to bring back to the group. The thought of Carl or Judith going hungry another day motivates you to join the grumpy archer on his runs. Much to his dismay.

Daryl tosses a small bag of expired beef jerky at your feet, the first sign that he’s acknowledging your existence since the rundown cabin. You lift your eyes to him slowly but his gaze is burned into the empty racks, bottom lip pulled between blunt teeth as he busies himself searching the nothing before him. That now familiar ache tightens in your chest as you let your eyes fall to the small bag of dehydrated meat, grabbing it to place it in your bag for the kids.

“Eat.” The word is so low and threatening it barely registers, bringing your eyes back to his quickly. Daryl stands with his back rigid - the muscles in his arms coiled tightly but he won’t look at you. He can’t risk looking at you. “What?”

“I can hear yer stomach growlin’ all the way over here.”

As if on cue a deep rumble emerges from your core filling your cheeks with warmth as you advert your eyes quickly. Yeah you’re hungry but so is everyone else. “I’m okay.” You assure him willing your stomach to quiet down. It answers with another deep groan. “Wasn’t askin’.” Daryl growls, hands clenching to fists at his sides as he finally glares at you.

“A-are you mad at me?” You place your hands in your lap as you look up at him with eyes that threaten tears. The two of you had an unspoken understanding, you worked well together - had each other’s backs but now he treats you like a pariah. All over one amazing kiss.

“No.” Daryl looks offended you would even suggest such a thing narrowing his eyes to slits.

“Did I do something wrong?” You hate the desperation in your voice. Hate the way his kiss lingers in your memory. The world is on fire - the dead walking and you’re fighting back tears because a grouchy redneck hurt your feelings.

He was the one who kissed you.

“Na. Ya didn’t do nothin’.”

You wipe away the tears that betray you and let your gaze fall to your lap. Above you Daryl starts to pace, nervous energy filling his limbs as he watches you stuff the jerky into your bag to share with the others. It fills him with a white hot rage and although you’re the one he unleashes it on it has nothing to do with you. He’s angry with himself, angry with these unfamiliar thoughts and feelings suffocating him every second of the day. Feelings he has no fucking idea how to show or give credence to. They’re eating him up inside - driving him fucking crazy.

“Fuckin’ eat.”

“I don’t—-.”

“Why ya gotta be so goddamn hard headed?! Huh? Ya think I don’t see ya? Don’t watch ya every fucking day take less food than the others?”

You grab the beef jerky from your bag and shoot up to your feet, closing the space between you to shove it into his chest glaring. “Yeah? Who do you think I learned it from?” Daryl always takes less food even opting to not eat at all if it’s something Carl actually likes. Your combined unwavering selflessness will be your downfalls.

Daryl grabs your wrist, holding your palm to his chest as he glares back - molars grinding from the flood of emotion filling his soul. Anger that you’re starving and there’s nothing he can do about it, regret from running away after kissing you that day and desire from how fucking beautiful you look standing here before him. It sends an ache through his chest as you take another step forward and sink your free hand into the hair at the nape of his neck.

“Do you regret kissing me?” Your words are feathery soft, eyes trained on his lips that part with needed air. “No.” Daryl pulls you flush against his chest still gripping your wrist tightly while his other hand slides down your side and along your hip. “I want you to kiss me again.”

He answers with your name rumbling deep in his chest. Kissing you is the last thing on his mind right now. He wants to fuck you against these empty shelves - to feel every fucking part of you wrapped around him. Finally letting go of your wrist the beef jerky is all but forgotten as he brushes his rough palm against your cheek - fingers sinking into the back of your hair and chest heaving with desire as his ocean eyes search yours.

The words he wants to say are trapped in his throat - your faces so close he can feel your soft pants of needed air against his lips. “Kiss m—-.” Your request is cut off by his mouth on yours - one rough hand sliding to the small of your back while the other sinks deeper into your hair - kissing you with every ounce of desire running through him. He’s like a man starved, using his much larger body to push you back into the biting shelves - demanding your tongue with his as he swallows those beautiful little groans that escape your throat - sliding his hand further up your shirt to grasp at your waist.

Somewhere behind you the lone walker begins to thrash against the door - jarring the mop handle you used as a makeshift lock until it’s rattling dangerously. “D-Daryl…” Your worried eyes flutter shut as his mouth finds your throat, trailing a wet kiss to your collar bone as an idle hand brushes against the swell of your breast - bringing a deep almost primal growl to his lips. “…ain’t gonna get in.” He whispers in that rough thrilling voice before returning his lips to yours quickly - grasping at your hips to lift you up easily.

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and cling to him as his slow desperate tongue moves with yours - worn boots kicking useless shit out of his way before he swipes his arm over the front counter sending empty boxes flying. He sits you down without breaking your kiss - grabbing your waist to bring your body against his as he settles himself between your thighs and buries his hands into your hair.

Daryl kisses you like his sole purpose in life is your mouth on his and it sends a wave of pure pleasure straight to your core as you kiss him back just as fiercely - placing your hands at the nape of his neck, nails digging into the back of his hair as he groans into your mouth. All sense of reality slips away - the world isn’t over, the dead aren’t walking - it’s just you and Daryl and his hard body pressed into yours so close you swear you can feel his heart hammering against your chest.

The archer pulls away from your mouth just enough to take in a ragged breath, eyes searching as he tries to figure out what to do with you. He wants you more than he’s ever wanted anything in his miserable life but the back door begins to bang louder - one walker can’t break through the barricade but several have no problem snapping the mop handle to pour inside the futile gas station.

Daryl hangs his head for a moment, a slew of profanity falling from his lips as he realizes he has to stop this again. He won’t risk your life no matter how good you’re making him feel. He won’t ever risk you. When he lifts his eyes to yours he’s taken back at the desire in your gaze, stealing one last long kiss as the back door finally burst open and several snarling dead bodies push through the narrow space.

He whispers motherfucker against your lips then grabs his crossbow from the ground beside him - turning to the threat as you hop off the counter to help. Once the walkers are truly dead you grab the small bag of beef jerky from on your way out. Daryl watches you idly as you take a mouthful of the processed meat and hand him the rest - silently daring him to protest. To your surprise the grumpy archer finishes it off as you make your way back to the others empty handed.

Later that night as your group sits around the low fire with hollow bellies and broken spirits Daryl watches you, replying every second of your time together today with his eyebrows pulled together in confusion. There’s so many concerning things that need to be addressed with the others of but all he can process is the feel of your lips against his. Idly wondering when he’ll get to taste them again.

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bennysblabbering · 7 months ago

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Turning up the Heat

Kinktober: "Temperature Play" || Portgas D. Ace x reader

contents: pirate!reader, massages, clit play, fingering

words: 1.1k

g/n afab reader

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You hum pleasantly as Ace’s hands knead at your back, massaging the sore muscles and adding a subtle heat to his hands to help release tension. You’re laying on his bed on your stomach, your hands under your head and your legs crossed as he hovers over you, pressing onto the tender skin with warm palms. As excitingly freeing as being a pirate was, engaging in near daily battles that left your body aching was certainly not one of your favorite aspects. Tired of repeatedly taking from Marco’s excessive painkiller stock, you eventually asked your slightly less intimidating crewmate to use his powers for good and help you out.

“I should’ve asked for this a long time ago. This feels great,” you mumble, the warmth from his hands slowly easing the soreness away. He chuckles in response, continuing his movements, amused by your reaction to him performing what he considered such a simple and easy task.

“It’s nothin’. This is certainly better than being asked to light a cigarette or a candle.”

You giggle in response, imagining him hesitantly complying with a task seemingly below him. Having fire literally at one’s fingertips would be immensely useful for a number of reasons, but it would certainly also come with other people seeing you as nothing more than the heat you produce, asking for your assistance with mundane tasks. But what kinds of things could you use such power for when it comes to recreation?

Your cheeks match the heat of your back, flushing pink as you ask him a new question out of curiosity.

“Ace?”

“Yeah?”

A nervous chuckle escapes your throat. “Have you—and it’s fine if you don’t want to answer this—ever used your powers for sexual purposes?”

He laughs in response, seemingly unphased by the question as he continues his motions on your back. “Nah. No one’s ever asked.”

You respond with a brief hum and a raise of the eyebrows. “That surprises me. I feel like if I were in that situation, I’d immediately want to take advantage of that. I think it’d feel really good.”

“Well, I guess I haven’t been with adventurous enough people then,” he says with a huff and a smile.

Immediately following his response, his hands continued and yet you both fell silent. The same thought popped into both of your minds, but neither of you wanted to say it out loud.

You clear your throat, trying to say the words before you could chicken out.

“I mean…if you want…you could-I could-we could…um…”

“Try it,” you both say in sync.

Your faces both blush as you turn to look at him, lip tucked between your teeth nervously, a shaky but suggestive grin creeping onto his face as you make eye contact. You turn around and slowly sit up, your gazes meeting in a heavy-lidded look of mutual desire. He cups your cheek with his hand, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips; for a man so rough around the edges, his lips had a pleasant softness to them.

Your hands cautiously reach upward to feel at his body. You’d fantasized for a long time about what his freckled muscles felt like, constantly exposed for your eyes to wander over. His hands respond just as curiously by helping to remove your shirt, and his lips make his way to your neck and collarbone, peppering small but caring kisses on the skin.

His voice lowers into a quiet and husky tone, mumbling against your skin. “‘M not sure how far you’d wanna go, but I assume you want me to touch you…” He reaches down and slips his hand underneath the waistband of your pants, palming over your clothed cunt. “...here?”

Your breath hitches as you nod with a gulp, growing more needy with each moment your bodies were pressed so close together. Your voice comes out breathy with an audible need. “Y-yeah.”

He chuckles as he reaches into your underwear, pressing a single finger to your clit as he continues to kiss your exposed flesh. You let out a small whine, subtly grinding back into his touch. Amused by your immediate eagerness, he subtly heats the single fingertip, continuing his movements of rubbing small circles onto the bud. A shaky moan escapes your lips; already the small change in temperature was enough to make you yearn for more.

You reach down to pull the rest of your clothes off, spreading your thighs a bit wider to give his wandering fingers easier access. His middle and ring finger slide their way up and down your slick folds, lubricating them before he slowly inserts them into your entrance, looking up at you with a lustful smugness in his eyes. You lean your head back into the pillows as you gasp, reveling in the sensation of his long fingers inside you.

Almost immediately he turns up the heat in his fingers, sliding them all the way into the knuckle as the temperature increases. A choked whimper escapes you, your fingers digging into his back, moaning at the intense new feeling as the hot digits steadily start to pump in and out of you. He parts his lips from your skin, sitting up and hovering over you as his heated hands continue to work your pussy.

“How’s that feel? Feel as good as you thought it would?”

You nod, your eyes glazed over and your mouth hung open as you continue to moan quietly. “Feels so damn good, Ace. Even better than I thought.”

“Glad to hear it,” he says as he uses his other hand to work your clit once again, the thermal digit sensually kneading the bud, the heat intensifying the pleasure. Feeling both the hot fingers thrusting into you and caressing your clit, your mind goes numb from the incredible new sensation. You could get addicted to this- his warm hands skillfully playing with your cunt, knowing exactly what to work and how to work it, the heat enhancing the entire experience.

You can feel a familiar sensation growing in your core and your hold on him tightens, screwing your eyes shut with your jaw hanging slack as you let your orgasm take hold of your body.

“Fuck, Ace! Don’t fucking stop, holy shit. Fuck, I’m cumming!”

Your mind goes hazy as the only subject taking over your thoughts is the heated stimulation on the most sensitive and intimate part of your body. You’d never quite felt anything like this before, and you loved every single moment of it.

You slowly come down from your high and your tight grip on him loosens, a relieved exhale escaping your lips as your hips come back down onto the bed. He withdraws the warm digits, making you gasp as the lack of them almost felt cold. A small whine leaves you, the carnal need for heat continuing to ravage through you.

“Can we do that again?”

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modernwarfarelover · 2 months ago

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Bleeding Heart... Literally (UNFINISHED)

Crying and banging my head on the wall bc I can't find a Slashers!141 au with M!Reader. THEY'RE ALL FEM!READER BRAH >:( I have to do everything myself... Anyway, Slashers!141 who meets Assassin M!Reader and decides to recruit him. This is still a work in progress. Posting this now bc if I don't I'll never finish.

TW: Swearing, mentions of killing, blood, etc

Being an assassin for hire probably isn't the best job for morale, it's basically just a mercenary except all you do is kill people for anyone who wants them dead, unlike a lot of mercenaries who do a lot of other stuff. Most people you get hired to take out are criminals or some sort of wealthy guy trying to take over the world or something. At this point, guns and knives are all you know. But hey, it gets the bills paid.

Tonight is another job done. Another night visiting a dear client and getting your damn money. You sigh behind your neck gaiter, looking at the motionless body of your target lying on the ground of the alleyway. It's not like he was important to the world anyway, just some gang member who's probably killed countless innocent people. You couldn't care less about the reason he was doing it, you had a job to do.

You put your gun away and hoist the corpse over your shoulder. Walking through the back alley, you spot something move from the corner of your eye. Probably just a cat or something. You continue walking but there's an uneasy feeling in your gut.

The feeling of being watched.

Better to get this done quickely so you can get paid. Well, maybe it's better to be safe than sorry. You decide to use the fire escape ladder on the side of a building, climbing up with your legs and one arm while using your other arm to hold your dead target. Damn, this guy is heavy. Some might question how the hell you do that, well, you're used to doing stuff like this.

Once you get onto the roof, you drop the body and stretch your arms. As you're about to pick it back up, everything suddenly goes black. The last thing you remember is the feeling your body hitting the roof.

Your eyes slowly flutter open. A soft grunt escapes your mouth when you feel a painful headache set in. You don't recognize where you are, it's like an abandoned shed or something.

"What the hell...?" You mutter to yourself, trying to move only to realize you're tied up. Great. Who did you piss off this time?

"I see ye're awake." You hear an unfamiliar what seems to be a Scottish accent. They sound close. Too close. Your head turns to see who it is, only to be met with blue eyes just inches from you.

"Ye can call me Soap, what's yer name, darlin'?" The mohawked man leans back from you, sitting with one knee propped up and an arm resting on it. He's wearing a white tank top and red shorts that just about reach mid-thigh.

"Where the hell am I?" You practically growl, annoyed by the sudden situation you somehow got into. The man, Soap, chuckles at your obvious iritation. As if he finds this nothing more than a little joke.

"Nothin' ta worry 'bout." He grins, resting his chin on his palm. "Soo, ye gonna tell me yer name or not, pretty boy? That was some impressive aim ye had there." You slightly raise an eyebrow. Impressive aim..? How did he- Wait, where's your gun?

"The fuck? Were you watching me or something?" You snap. Soap simply smirks at your reaction, finding your attitude entertaining. "And where's my damn gun?"

Before he can answer, a large man wearing a skull mask walks in. Only his eyes, hair and lower part of his face are visible from this angle. Damn, you were going to get tacos for dinner. There goes that plan.

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wolvietxt · 6 months ago

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𝓢HELTER !

pairing: bucky barnes x reader warnings: storm comfort, hurt / comfort, fluff :) wc: 1.2k

the storm raged on outside, relentless in its fury. the wind howled, sending sheets of rain against the window in torrents, each clap of thunder echoing through the room like it was trying to reach right into your chest. you’d pulled the blanket up, curling into yourself, doing everything possible to tune it out - but there was no escaping the way every crackling flash of lightning seemed to shiver through the entire room. it was impossible to ignore, no matter how many layers you wrapped around yourself or how hard you tried to focus on literally anything else.

beside you, bucky seemed completely unbothered. he’d been scrolling idly on his phone, occasionally glancing your way with that keen look he sometimes got, like he was gauging something without you even realizing it. you tried to play it off, to pretend that the storm wasn’t getting to you, but the way your whole body tensed up every time the thunder cracked made that pretty impossible.

he sighed, a low, almost affectionate sound, and set his phone aside. before you even knew what was happening, he was tugging you closer, wrapping his arm around you and pulling you against his side. it was so casual, so natural, like he’d done it a thousand times and thought nothing of it.

“c’mere,” he muttered, his voice a rough murmur in the dim light. there was a calmness to him, something so steady that it almost made you feel silly for being this tense.

you let out a breath, letting yourself relax just a little against him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. “i’m fine,” you insisted, though you were sure he could hear the slight tremor in your voice. “just… y’know, loud.”

“loud,” he echoed with a smirk, his hand coming up to gently rub your arm. “doll, i think the whole building knows you’re jumpin’ outta your skin every time that thunder rolls.”

you rolled your eyes, but the teasing helped. somehow, it made the storm feel less intrusive, less like it was pressing in on you from all sides. with bucky’s arm around you, the chaotic noise outside felt like something that couldn’t touch you, like it was just background noise instead of an all-encompassing force.

another loud clap echoed through the room, and despite yourself, you jumped. bucky’s arm tightened instantly, his hand shifting to the back of your neck, fingers brushing gently against your skin. “easy,” he said, voice barely more than a whisper, but firm enough that it settled something deep inside you. “it’s just a storm.”

“easy for you to say,” you grumbled, burrowing a little closer to him, feeling the heat of his chest against your cheek. “you’re not the one getting startled every five seconds.”

he chuckled, low and soft, his breath ruffling your hair. “yeah, maybe not. but i got you, alright?” his fingers stroked down your back, a slow, steady rhythm that was as calming as his presence beside you. “you’re safe here with me. ain’t nothin’ out there that’s gonna mess with you.”

you felt your heart do a little flip at his words, so simple but carrying a weight you hadn’t expected. it was rare for bucky to be so openly reassuring - he was usually more the silent, steady type, letting his actions speak louder than any words. but tonight, with the storm raging and your nerves wound tight, he seemed to sense that you needed a little extra.

the storm crackled on, another flash illuminating the room in stark white for a split second. you squeezed your eyes shut, instinctively pressing closer to bucky, who didn’t hesitate to hold you tighter, almost like he was trying to shield you from the whole thing. his hand continued its soothing path along your back, up to your shoulder, and back down again, each pass leaving a little more of your tension melting away.

“doesn’t bother you at all, huh?” you muttered, voice muffled against his chest. it was more of an observation than a question, but you couldn’t help wondering how he managed to stay so calm, so unaffected by the storm.

“been through worse,” he replied, his tone light but laced with an undertone you didn’t miss. he didn’t elaborate, and you didn’t push—some things with bucky didn’t need to be spelled out. instead, he tilted his head, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of your head. “besides, i got a job to do keepin’ you in one piece, don’t i?”

the words brought a smile to your lips despite yourself. “is that what this is? just you doing your job?” you teased, looking up at him with a raised brow.

he smirked, his blue eyes glinting with something warm and soft. “maybe i’m goin’ above and beyond for this one.” he tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear, his hand lingering there, thumb brushing your cheek in a way that made your heart stutter. “gotta keep my girl safe.”

your cheeks warmed at the words, and you ducked your head, hiding the small smile that crept across your lips. the storm outside seemed a little quieter now, a little less intense, though you weren’t sure if it had actually calmed or if bucky’s presence was just drowning it out.

for a while, neither of you spoke. he just held you, his touch gentle and grounding as the minutes ticked by. you closed your eyes, letting yourself sink into the steady rhythm of his breathing, the solid warmth of him against you. the storm was still there, but it felt distant, like something happening outside a bubble you and bucky had created just for the two of you.

at some point, he shifted, pulling the blanket more securely around you both, tucking it up under your chin. you barely noticed, feeling drowsy, lulled by the comforting weight of his arm around you and the soft rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek. his fingers kept up their gentle path, tracing little circles on your shoulder, each pass lulling you further into a peaceful haze.

“feelin’ better?” he murmured, his voice a rumble that vibrated through his chest and into your ear. it was so gentle, so filled with a kind of tenderness that he rarely showed to anyone else, and it made you feel like the luckiest person in the world.

“mhm,” you mumbled, already halfway to sleep, your hand absently curling into his shirt as you snuggled closer. “thanks, bucky.”

he let out a soft chuckle, and you felt the vibration against your cheek. “anytime, doll,” he said, pressing another kiss to your hair. “anytime.”

the storm continued outside, the thunder still rumbling and the rain still pounding against the window, but in bucky’s arms, it all faded into the background. you were safe, secure, wrapped up in the warmth of his presence, and nothing else mattered. with each steady beat of his heart beneath your ear, the tension melted away, leaving only a gentle peace in its place.

and as you drifted off to sleep, you knew that no matter how fierce the storm, as long as bucky was by your side, you’d always find calm in the midst of it.

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ar-cadez · 6 months ago

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Negaverse Megavolt concept!

Design notes and personality rant stuff under the cut. Warning. It's long and unreadable.

The purse thing is a generator (Ill probably design it as a prop at some point considering It does NOT look like one but portable generators are hard for me to draw for some reason)

I swapped which eye has the white in it (even though I usually draw it on the wrong side anyway bc idk my lefts from rights..)

I wanted to make the darks very prominent bc the yellows are very prominent in the original

I went with blues bc it's the only other colour usually associated with lightning and electricity.

The teal parts of his outfit are lights! They glow when he's fully charged and fade out when he's out of power.

You can't see it in this pose but his hands have outlets on the back that work the same as megavolt's chest outlet. He can power weapons with them and charge himself without the pain of straight up shocking himself

I wanted to make his hair look like it's thinning out bc of age and repeated electrical damage but I wasn't sure how to do that so it's not really present. Did give him some white hair though.

His glasses are prescription! Can't see nothin without em..

Okay now some personality stuff!

Megavolt is the hardest villain to swap bc his personality is "insane guy with memory issues but is smart" and it's kinda hard to flip that around without just making him boring? Removing his intelligence when it comes to electricity would also negate his whole gimmick which makes things worse. but I do have a few ideas. It's ironic I struggle with him so much considering he's literally my favourite character...

He was popular in high school. He was friends with negaduck and they were both pretty well liked jock types before negaduck started doing major crimes (though I imagine he was always a delinquent of sorts. Just didn't start destroying the city till he graduated) clash reunion is a whole beast on it's own bc megavolt has the most in depth backstory which means a lot of reworking for a personality swap au.

His interests, like dw's megavolt, lie in magnesium, electronics, and engineering. The difference is, despite being Intruiged by these subjects, he didn't go out of his way to learn about the. He was more focused on his peers approval back then. Not to mention the fact that negaduck was an extremely toxic friend and would absolutely make fun of him constantly for it. (He doesn't even actually care, he's just an asshole.)

Eventually after gaining his abilities he began to study electricity and start inventing things. Only.. He's pretty bad at it. Things tend to backfire on him. Quackerjack has a lot more experience than him when it comes to engineering and he tries to help him out but the guy's kinda cursed. I haven't really decided if it's more dt17 gyro where everything he makes ends up turning against him or guy am I from the Netflix green eggs and ham show where everything he makes just kinda explodes. Maybe a bit of both. Either way it's very over the top and is more trouble than it's worth, but that doesn't stop him! (Oh God someone stop him)

I didn't wanna just take away his mental issues completely because the opposite of that is literally nothing. It adds.. Nothing. It just gives him less to work with. And it's already hard enough to do this guy. (Plus it kinda implies mentally ill people can't be heroes and that's.. Mm....) So instead I decided to change how he reacts to it.

He still has memory issues along with other physical and mental symptoms of electrical injury, he just really likes to pretend he doesn't. He completely ignores his deteriorating mental, physical, and emotional health <33

I wanna flesh him out more but I'd only be able to do that if I write with him and I'm fantastic at procrastinating my writing projects <33

#digital art #art #drawing #negaverse #megavolt dwd #negaverse megavolt #fanart #dwd91 #dwd fanart #megavolt #dwd #redesign #fan design #i kinda avoid saying negaducks real name in the parts where I talk about them in high school bc idk if it would be the same as DW or not

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nicherayyy · 7 months ago

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La squadra hc when they were in school (highschool) like their attitude, were they like academic achiever, delinquent, did they date anyone?? (They’re in the same school btw)🙏🙏🙏🙏 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE AND THANKYOU!!

OMG YASSS! I have so many hcs with highschool la squadra tbh😭

La Squadra Highschool hcs

Okay so first of all

I'm pretty sure they won't become one big friend group at least for a few months

Mostly because of personality differences

For example Prosciutto prays to all the gods imaginable not to have classes with Formaggio

It's not like he hates him, but he definitely finds him pretty annoying

Poor Pros just came here to study some math while there's Formaggio trying to show a lightbulb into his mouth out of boredom

And I definitely see him annoy Pros in a classic class clown way

-Pros... PROS

-WHAT?

-*giggles* nothin'

And if the teacher notices he'd blame Prosciutto too😭

So yeah.. nobody really likes having classes with Formaggio

I'm pretty sure everyone sees him like a type of guy who constantly needs to date someone, although he only got a girlfriend once (in 5th grade and it lasted for two weeks)

Thinks that drinking energy drinks is cool, so he drinks them CONSTANTLY

If you look closely you might see his hands shaking from all the caffeine he consumed

He's like a big ball of energy

And maybe a ball of stomach and kidney issues, he's not sure, visiting a doctor is not his style

And since he needs to spend this energy somewhere the only class he never skipped is PE

Tries to show cool tricks with a basketball ball, but just ends up looking stupid

Well.. at least Illuso is amused

In the mean way

I swear he's like a school diva

A mean girl

Nobody really likes him for that, but he kinda has frienemy dynamic with Formaggio

I swear, one minute they're laughing together and the other they're trying to drown each other in a water fountain

Illuso would have a school gossip instagram account

(Mostly he just comes up with tea himself)

Somebody held hands? Yeah, they're getting a whole article about their dating life.

"Name three songs of the band on your shirt" type of guy

So yeah, he just goes to school to get some tea

But I KNOW that at the end of the semester he tries to hand in all his skipped assignments like nothing happened

-Hey teacher, I've got this essay you assigned us

-...It was due two months ago

-...Well I still did it, didn't I?

Risotto is a quiet type of guy

Not in a cool mysterious way, he's just mostly in his own world

But if you want to do a project with him, or sit with him during lunch he's totally fine with that

Has his own collection of band shirts

(Uh-huh he's the one who Iluso asks to name three band songs)

-Metallica shirt? Hah, name at least three of their songs

-"Enter Sandman", "Ride The Lightning", "Fade To Black"

-..Okay you're no fun

Randomly mastered piercing so now he has both of his brows pierced

Not really an academic weapon, he just does what he's asked to do

Literally, if you ask him to write an essay for 2000 words he'll write EXACTLY 2000 words. No more no less

I don't see him dating at all, cause he sees no point in it

Sometimes hangs out with Prosciutto

He just complimented his jacket once

Cause I literally see Pros being the most fashionable guy in school

So he likes his outfits/pieces of closing being complimented

He's the one big perfectionist

Has everything organised

School locker, notebooks, pencil cases you name it

Tried to become school president once

But wasn't so popular among voters for being "too serious"

He was, in fact, too serious

I don't think he ever skipped a class

(He'll feel bad if he does)

Besides, school is for studying so what's the poing of going there if he would just skip classes?

Took Pesci, as he calls it, "under his wing"

Mostly because Pesci thinks that Pros's really cool

Okay so Pesci is like the shyest but the nicest guy in school

Pros told him to be less nice cause some students take advantage of that

Yeah, some people are really mean to him

Gets so upset if he gets a bad mark

He's an average students, but tries to do better

I see Prosciutto using aggressive motivation on him

-We're graduating in two years and you're planning to apply to college with those results???

And Pesci gets a major scare from that

Also tried to be in school sports team, such as swim team, soccer team etc

Found out that that's not his cup of tea the hardest way possible.

Melone's a straight A student without even trying

He doesn't care that much, but somehow he's magically one of the best students at school

-Did you study for the test?

-What? No, I didn't even open the book *Gets an A+*

Teachers always ask him to help if they have some sort of computer problems

Still, some students think he's a creep

And well.. he is to some extent

Just don't tell him your zodiac sign and you'll be okay

I see him being in some kind of computer club

Or generally something related to electronics

You know, even if he's a good student, he still got suspended for dress code violation once or twice

But I know he's still teachers favourite because he knows how to make Excel Tables

And I also know for a fact that the same teachers don't like Ghiaccio

Especially literature teacher.

Ghiaccio is weirdly educated in literature, and he thinks that only his point of view is right

You don't agree with his view of some characters? Oh well, obviously your opinion is the wrong one

So the poor literature teacher spends like 45 minutes only to make Ghia stop try to argue with him

Also constantly tries to find loopholes in the school rules

And there's no reason to it, he just does that

School office secretary hates to see him coming.

Ghia is another perfectionist so instead of using eraser to correct a misspell, he just throws away an entire sheet of paper and starts again

(It's his 5th sheet of paper)

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havin-fun-imagining-twd · 1 year ago

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Shame on a plate

Happy St. Patrick's Day, slowpokes!

When -- several minutes after Stuck in a damn bed. , after Shane blew up, and you found out that not only Dale, but Maggie saw, too.

What -- Sophia's still missing, Daryl and Carl have one more day in the house on bed rest, and you're dealing with the aftermath of your big brother Shane's actions in the previous chapter and the fact that others saw. The biggest thing you feel is shame.

Relationships -- Found family you and the gang! Lol, always a slow burn Daryl x Reader, there's also some platonic Glenn, brotherly Rick, and Maggie gets protective her new friend (you), and Papa Dale is there

Perspective -- 2nd You, 3rd Daryl

Pronouns -- none

TWs -- other than the hideous screenshot above, there's some language and discussion of abusive patterns and behaviors

How long is it? -- around 4,000 words

Masterlist -- Official one here and Chronological one here

In this chapter, Reader is struggling with shame, guilt and confusion over how Shane treated them at the end of the previous chapter.

Remember, being hurt by a loved one is not okay. If they are hurting you, they are doing something bad to you. Abuse is not earned or deserved. You are worthy of being safe and unhurt.

For help getting safe, you can call the Domestic Violence Hotline (USA) at 800-799-7233, chat online, or text START to 88788.

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“No, nothin’ like it before, ever.”

Her fingers tap tap tapped against the book in her hands. “I don’t like it. Daddy’s been uncomfortable around him, then I see this happen.”

You twisted your mouth. “It was an argument between siblings.”

“If it was an argument, then why didn’t I see you arguin’ back?”

Stupid, stupid idiot. It kept playing in your head, that refrain. It had a different spin than it did at first. See, at first, your brain repeated it because you’d given yourself fault for what happened, how Shane just…you don’t know what happened. But he behaved very badly.

But then, the refrain kept repeating over and over because you didn’t walk away or fight back when Shane started hurti acting like he did.

You did nothing.

It was the one thing you were not supposed to do. The thing Shane and your Mama always warned you never to do when things got scary. The thing Shane had literally just gotten done practicing with you so that you’d know even more than you already know about how and when to fight back.

All that effort and still, you froze.

Stupid, stupid idiot. You stupid, stupid idiot.

You had to clear your throat. “Beth didn’t see, too, right? Just you?” you hushed. The girl was already timid and uneasy about your group, If she saw what happened, it was the nail in the coffin if you couldn’t fix this.

“No, I was the only one by the window.”

“So he wasn’t too loud, then.” Which meant only Margaret and Dale knew. Your shoulders felt lighter.

“Y/N,” Maggie said to you. “You seem more concerned with others not seein’ what went on.”

“Well, yeah, I’m worried they’d overreact.”

She tilted her chin up and placed her hands on her hips. “Oh, is that what I’m doing? Was my comin’ to check on you an overreaction?”

“No, no, not at all!” you quickly apologized. “Not at all! I’m, I’m happy you care enough.”

“You’re a good person and you’re my friend, which is why I don’t want to tiptoe around this. What your brother just did was bad. You know that was abusive, right?”

Maybe scoffing at her heartfelt, caring statement wasn’t your best idea, but 'abusive' was such a strong word…right? “He’s my brother, and it was a one-off, I done told you.”

“I’m not sure I believe it when you say that,” she next had the audacity to claim. “You haven’t even been makin’ eye contact with me.”

Oh, you want eye contact? I’ll give you eye contact, bitch.

Your inner tea kettle was shrieking to be taken off the burner, and you could not have cared less. “You callin’ me a liar? Calling my brother an abuser? Rich words from someone I’ve barely known two weeks!”

Before any more was said, Dale inserted himself into the conversation, the thing he said he wouldn’t do. “If you want to keep your conversation private, I suggest not raising your voices.”

Maggie’s arms were crossed. She stared hard at you, but spoke calmly. “Sometimes when things are unhealthy, those looking in from the outside can see it better. And I know what I saw.”

“A sibling fight,” you whispered as gently as you could, feeling so heated. “You, you, y-you saw a sibling fight, those can get nasty.” She’s wrong, she’s wrong, she’s not, she’s not.

“You know what? I don’t have time for your pushback if you don’t have time to consider what somebody who’s concerned about you says, Y/N.”

More shame was added to your plate.

Her leaving shouldn’t have felt so awful, but it did. You covered your eyes and exhaled, as if that would help get rid of the worst of it. You then told God how much you hated this, immediately followed by the opposite, as you cursed yourself a little more, why not? You stupid, stupid idiot.

Not only did you disappoint (and insult) your new friend, but you worried it was another strike against your group. Lori and Carl need this place, it’s safe, it’s good, it’s — you stupid, stupid idiot!

But just like that, Maggie then called your name again as Dale was stepping toward you. You turned to see her facing you once more, no longer walking away.

“If this was a dating situation, what would you think about how he behaved, what he did?” she challenged.

As unfair as you thought the comparison was, the answer hit you in the face. Pun not intended, shit, um… at any rate, having Dale close by helped to ease you into the checkmate that Margaret just finished you with.

You hated your answer.

Because if you saw Shane behaving toward a romantic partner the same way he just behaved with you, you know exactly what you’d think and how you’d react. It wouldn’t be a gray situation, it would be black and white.

More shame for the plate. More guilt. More unease, more dread.

Eyes to the grass, you swallowed your pride. “I’d see it the way you see it.”

Maggie shifted her weight from the right to left, then back again, uncertain. “Will you tell Rick?”

You hesitated, too. After all, you’re an adult. You could be married with children at your age, you couldn’t just—“Tattle that Shane…got huffy, lost his cool?”

“Don’t oversimplify, kiddo, you’re smarter than that,” Dale muttered. He and Shane don’t get on (zero idea why, since Dale and you get on so well!) so this is just more bad press against your brother and more shame for your plate.

“But it’s, it’s not that dramatic, none of this has to be dramatic,” you insisted.

Dale answered again. “Then talking to Rick about it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Rick’s family,” Maggie agreed. “So, he’s seems like the best person to help.”

A child in a grown-up’s body is what you felt like. Helpless, naïve, clueless. You stupid, stupid idiot.

They were right, though, Rick could fix this, he could talk to Shane, figure out what that was. And even better — agreeing with Maggie and Dale would get them off your back! For real, what were they doing, an intervention? Because Shaney poked you a little, gave you a little push?

The words felt sinful, but you said them anyway.“I-I’ll, um, I’ll talk to him. I’ll talk to Rick.” And, of course, you were then obligated because you despise dishonesty.

Maggie nodded, then put her thumbs in her pockets. Dale nodded and looked at the two of you, then all around. It was very uncomfortable.

It would be nice if instead of real life, this was a TV show or book, you remember thinking. The audience isn’t usually shown the awkward parts in TV or books, would be a waste of time.

“Y/N,” Maggie spoke, breaking the silence. “We have a raspberry thicket by the south-facing property line.” She pointed in the direction. “Completely overgrown. I’m gonna go back in, finish what I was doin’, but let’s go pick some together later, okay? I’ll come find you in a little while?” She smiled hopefully at you, with some pity thrown in.

Returning the smile, you hoped it made you look put-together and self-aware and confident instead of the shameful, idiotic mess you felt like. “That sounds delicious.”

The moment ended, and she went back toward the house. You heard the door open and clack shut again. A desk onto which you could slam you head would be nice, you remembered thinking.

Instead of a desk, though, Dale put a gentle hand on your shoulder.

He sighed. “Alright, troublemaker. Walk with me? We don’t have to talk, let’s enjoy the sunset awhile.”

Not two steps later, and he apologized for his timing in using the nickname that one month ago he’d christened you with. “And Y/N? What Shane did isn’t your fault.”

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Him

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Today marks one week of being stuck in this bed. Day 7.

He’d failed, that’s it. A weak-ass pussy dipshit who’d failed, and was still stuck in a damned bed after a full week.

Tomorrow, Patricia said he’d be cleared to move out. Not that it mattered much, he still couldn’t do enough to be useful. Not that he wouldn’t; he couldn’t. He’d still be on bed rest.

But hey, at least he’d be able to walk to the woods to find a place to squat and shit by himself now, right? Not even too sarcastic, it would be a step up from feeling like a total invalid.

Carol and Lori were doing a special dinner and cleaning up for the family here to try and thank them for everything. Daryl would just…lay in his bed, he figured. Except, all three of those clucking hens that he wished would stop preening him, Patricia, Carol, and Y/N, kept offering to help him eat with everyone else like they was all some big, happy, family.

This time, it wasn’t that he couldn’t; he wouldn’t. He didn’t want to face them all, not yet, it was too much. He could only take a certain level of shame, and his plate was already full.

The saving grace this past week that stopped him from drowning in his shame was his not seeing the whole kit and kaboodle of them in one sitting. Rick had told him a little over a week ago how it was no problem if Daryl left. Just Daryl, he’s pretty sure nobody else got that little talk.

He’d chosen to stay because of Sophia and Y/N. Sophia needed finding. Still does.

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You

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Carl is the kind of kid who’s double-digits, yet understands when his mother needs her baby again. Lori had snuggled with him on the bed, and both were sound asleep. Not even you knocking on the door or the door being opened/shut woke them.

Which must be why last night, Rick took the opportunity to bring up what Shane did, right there in the room.

It was a blessing that you didn’t end up having to do the hardest part, bringing it up, you suppose. Shane himself had done it for you. All you had to do was fill in the blanks.

“Said he lost control, acted a certain way,” Rick murmured. “What’d that look like?”

You didn’t want to describe it, it’d sound bad… “Shane didn’t say?”

“I’m interested in what you say.”

“Ah, you want to maintain ‘eyewitness sequeskra — eesh, that’s hard to pronounce. Se-quest-ra-tion?”

Rick did that raised brow squint thing he makes when he’s teasing, as if maybe he was about to call you ‘weirdo.’ But then, his expression faded back to serious and he spoke your name. “We both know he hasn’t been himself. What did that look like today?”

Casually, you told him about the way Shane had gotten intimidating. “You know how he’d talk when he needed to do ‘bad cop,’ it was, it was kinda like that.”

“Anything physical?”

Casually, you mentioned the jabs. “He was pokin’, like, with his pointer finger — and he’s strong, so.”

“Right there?” Rick asked, pointing to his sternum in mimic of how you’d gestured.

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a bruise?”

Your neck tightened.

Maggie had spotted it when you were berry picking. One had fallen down your shirt, so you’d pulled the fabric forward and down to retrieve it, and she (and you) saw the bruise forming. You stupid, stupid idiot.

It was fine, it wasn’t a big deal. Bruises happen.

Casually, you joked to Rick, “I get bruises from random shit all the time.”

He didn’t smile.

It actually lessened the shame, rather than adding more. You were grateful.

Continuing, he questioned, “He told me about that collarbone grab, and how he went like this?” And when he motioned with his hand, slowly pretending to clap it against the side of your head, you felt your cheeks heat.

“Once.” The insult he’d smacked you with at the same time hurt more, to be honest. Which…made it all click that what Shane did wasn’t as small a deal as you’d been thinking. Mouth shut, you licked your teeth and stared into space. “Did it to himself first, way more than once.”

Rick watched his wife and son sleeping on the bed and asked nothing more for a few minutes.

You picked at the string that stuck out of your arm wrap, feeling stupid, stupid, stupid, shameful, stupid. Per usual, then you missed your mom—and out of nowhere got swept by that flash flood of resentment toward Rick again.

Shane and you had left your mother alone to scope out the latest at the hospital, to figure out how to get Rick safely out without him decompensating. While you two were gone, what happened happened. Sometimes, you assign blame to Rick for it, as if comatose Rick was the reason your ma got killed. Sometimes, you assign her dying to Shane’s change in character, as if that made it better, gave it an excuse.

Grief gets sticky like that.

“Is that all, or is there any more?”

“He went like this,” you mumbled, and grabbed the neck of your shirt like Shane had. “That’s it, all the dirt. Happy?”

“Y/N.”

“…Sorry.”

“I know this wasn’t easy. Thank you,” he told you, putting his arm on your shoulder. You didn’t want it there, so you moved away. Rick was patient, not reacting a bit.

That was last night. This morning felt pretty normal when you woke up. Carol had shared your tent again. Shane was off in his, so you didn’t see him.

Coffee in hand, you were in in the middle of coaxing one of the pullets to waddle toward you by holding out dandelion leaves when Glenn came to see you. You’d figured he wanted to feed the baby chickens, too, or, even better, that there was good news about Maggie. (She likes him!, she told you herself the other day. She just isn’t telling, you know, Glenn himself just yet.)

“Y/N? How are you?”

“I’m warmed up good with my coffee, how about you? Sleep well?” You kept your smile in when you asked, “Talk to Maggie today?”

“Yeah, yeah, I slept fine, yeah, but, um—you’re like, okay, though?”

A flutter of dread. “Glenn, what’s up?”

“What did Shane do to you yesterday? I heard him—”

“—What did you hear, and from whom?” reverberated from the back of your throat as if it were a growl.

“Dude, chill. I’m trying to see if you’re okay.”

The way you tried to keep your voice calm ended up sounding snotty and insincere. Most likely because you were feeling very insincere. How many people saw or heard about what happened? Naked, you felt so naked and exposed! “Where. Did. You. Hear about it?”

“I heard your brother talking to Rick.”

The twist in your gut eased. “Okay, um, um — what did he, w-what, um, what did he, what did he say?” And how did you hear, do they know you heard?”

“I had the headphones in, but the battery died on your mp3 while I was going to the bathroom—”

“—Daryl has the mp3,” you thought aloud.

“He let T-Dog borrow it, who let me borrow it. I-I ate something that didn’t agree with me, so…”

Oh my ffing — “Did you sanitize it when you were done?”

“Dabbed it with hand sanitizer, yeah. Oh, also, Shane asked me to ask you if he could borrow it once it was charged again.” Glenn scratched his neck. “I told him it was on really low battery.”

You swallowed.“So he did see you?”

“He and Rick saw me with the earbuds on and I acted surprised to see them.Shane asked if he could borrow it, I told him it needed to be charged, um, hey, I can see it in your face that you’re worried, please don’t be! Shane believed me,” he assured you. “Trust me, he doesn’t know I heard him. I don’t lie, Y/N, you know that.”

“I do,” you admitted, nodding.

“Anyway, I was walking back from the woods and heard Shane and Rick talking. I figured it was about Sophia, but when I overheard something Shane said, I stopped and listened.” Glenn bent his head down and shuffled his feet. “He said that he messed up, like, snapped. Told Rick that he needed to talk to you and be on your side with whatever you told him. Y/N, he said that he,” your friend lowered to a whisper, “hurt you? Like literally ‘hurt’ you, like, did he hit you?”

You smiled to put him at ease, holding up your hands. “He poked me a little and clapped an ear, weren’t hardly no thing.” Y/N, you stupid, stupid, idiot.

It was probably good that he looked so disappointed and cautious, even if it didn’t feel good to see it in his eyes at the time. “Y/N, don’t…joke about this stuff,” he began. “Why would Shane would have gone to Rick in private if it wasn’t serious?”

“’Cause he’s a drama-king.” You made it sound almost like you were patronizing Glenn, the way you said it.

“No. No, this isn’t ‘no thing,’ you literally just confessed he did hit you — does Rick know about that, too? Shane mentioned something about a collarbone, grabbing your shirt, and shoving you, which is also not ‘no thing.’”

As he was speaking, you’d felt more and more defensive and naked and ashamed. You even had to beat down the urge you had to grab his shirt and shove him back, and prove it wasn’t a big deal!

Then, you considered how he’d take it. The look on his face, at a friend doing that to him. How you’d feel about yourself if you did that. How you’d feel if you saw somebody else do that to him or somebody else. A whole lot of rapid thoughts in the several moments where you figured out a way to respond.

The explanation you made was something you’d tried on everyone so far. “We’re siblings. Stuff like that is normal — did you never see your sisters go at it?”

“No, it’s not! And if it is, it shouldn’t be! Dude, if you saw me,” he countered, speaking louder than you’d heard him make since he cried that the bodies of those at the quarry camp weren’t going to be burned with the walkers. “Doing whatever Shane did with you to one of my younger sisters, what would you think of me? How would you react?”

Glenn’s strong emotional response wasn’t expected, so you stood there, dumb. And you knew exactly how you’d react if you saw him doing to his sisters what Shane did.

And yet, you’re still unsure if everyone else is overreacting because it sounded bad or because it actually was.

Either way, Glenn’s question raised your white flag for you. You surrendered, bowing you head in shame and covering your face with your free hand.

“Glenn, there are three other people who know. Four, if you count Shane.” With your injured arm still secured by the upper arm to your torso, you pointed at him. “Dale, Maggie, and Rick know. Which means already there are three others who know. Now, Glenn, don’t go spreadin’ this business any further, hear?”

You didn’t sound half as intimidating as the words may look, mostly you sounded defeated. Ashamed. “Talk to any one of them, talk to me, but do not breathe a word to, to anybody else or around anybody else.”

This is the part where you started to get a little weepy. “And Lori, she don’t need to know about this right now, she don’t need the stress, and not a word around my Carl, oh my gosh, not him.” This is the part where you got a little beg-gy. “Please. It, it ain’t a bad secret because those that need to know, know. Okay?”

The gavel was brought down when he said, “The way you’re scared of the others finding out makes it seem like a bad one.” He was right. Is right.

He then clasped his hands together. “Listen: I wasn’t about to tell anyone else, since Rick knows. Shane told him himself, dude, and I trust Rick. But, if it was a different case,” he went on, and shook his head as if he was telling you that all bets would be off. “Y/N, remember when Ed was around? How that felt? Dude, you literally threw yourself on him when you saw him hurt Carol.”

The comparison of your brother to Ed Peletier stung and wasn’t fair. And did Glenn forget what Shane did to Ed, to? “Glenn, that ain’t equivalent by any stretch.”

“Maybe not,” he accepted. “But just because it could be worse doesn’t make it not bad. Stuff like this starts small.”

“I know,” you whispered.

You raised the white flag higher, half with the plea that this would be over faster if you did. Lord above, you felt so small, stupid, and defenseless. “You’re right,” you ceded, your gaze reaching no higher than Glenn’s belly. “You’re right. And like you said, it’s, it’s b-bein’ handled, Rick’s got it.” Ugh, stress stutter. “And Shane did a much better job than me when he saw what Ed did, don’t leave out that part.”

“He did. That almost worries me more. Just — if anything like this happens again, or if it starts to feel the same, like — ” He raised his hands. “You’re my best friend. That means I’m on your team. Okay? Even if you end up hating me for it.” He then started to leave, give you some space. “We’re on the same search team today, too. Meet by the mailbox by 9:00, it’s in like 40 minutes.”

“Hey, wait,” you called, not wanting to look him in the eye yet but doing it anyway. And you forced the words out because they were true. “Th-thank you.”

He breathed out heavily and made an awkward (but real) smile.“I love you, dude.”

“I love you, too, man. You’re my best friend.”

The uncomfortable, clumsy encounter with Glenn left you feeling more ashamed than you already were. With Daryl, that day where you’d felt as if your very soul had been stripped bare, the vulnerability hadn’t felt shameful afterward. What you’d felt was so close, unbearably close, it was strange.

But yesterday evening and this morning, the vulnerability sucked, dude. And you’d been stuck in a cycle of shame, anger, and feeling stupid, but without those feelings going away once the truth let out.

The good thing was, the target of your anger began to change during the conversation with Glenn. You weren’t thinking stupid, stupid idiot about yourself anymore, no, it became directed at Shane. The one whose blowing up made this mess. Your view of the mess also became clearer. What happened wasn’t just one sibling bullying a little on the other and it getting out-of-hand it was…it wasn’t something to brush aside, you’ll say that. And you’re scared, you’ll say that, too.

But what you were supposed to do with all of it, that still wasn’t clear.

Still isn’t. Because sooner than later, Shane will know about the baby. Sooner rather than later, the situation with Sophia will end. Sooner rather than later, that little power struggle you’re seeing between him and Rick will come to a head.

Nope. You have no idea what to do and all you feel is shame about it.

Speaking of, Daryl’s been feeling ashamed, too, it’s kinda obvious when you look and talk to the guy. He thinks that because he’s bedbound, he’s useless. Might as well pop in before you go on the search this morning, you’ve got like 15 minutes until then.

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Him

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“Last day in this fine establishment, enjoy it while you can,” Y/N joked.

Yeah, so, he wasn’t in a joking mood and didn’t get why Y/N would be, either. An entire week in this ‘establishment’ was damned shameful. All because he stole (worse, Y/N had told him more than once not to do it) borrowed a horse that got spooked. A dumbass slip and fall. Twice.

If Sophia wasn’t found, it was on his hands.

“Did Carol convince you to come to dinner, yet? Or are you still feelin’ too poorly?”

“Just stop.” He wanted to be left alone, was that so fucking complicated?

And he wanted out of this fucking bed, out of this room, out of this house, off this shit farm, and away from this whole gaggle of dumb fucks.

He wanted Merle back. He wanted Uncle Jesse back.

…He just wanted Sophia back. He'd even prayed about it.

“Sorry, little man, not now. Yeah, nah, he needs some privacy and quiet,” Daryl then heard from out in the hallway.

The door was already closed. He didn’t even hear it shut.

“No, his head is still okay, Carl, his cognition is prolly better than the two of us put together. The man’s healin’ well, thanks be to God,” Y/N cheerfully chirped like a songbird. "Wanna visit the baby chicks again?"

More shame slithered on over, hissing at him for how he’d been a dick to Y/N, of all people.

Daryl tried to rub his chest to get rid of the tugging feeling in Y/N’s direction while trying to shut up the voice in his head that was screaming for a goddamn cigarette so he could smoke and dig the lit end into his skin.

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You

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So, that was a bust. Daryl kinda snapped at you. It sucked. Felt really awful, not gonna lie. First your brother, now the mangy hick.

Come to think of it, it's actually more on brand for Daryl to have done that, given you literally just referred to him as ‘mangy hick.’

Ugh, you wanna cry again. You wanna run back to Dale the way a little kid runs to their dad. Maybe this time you'd also run into a desk to slam your head against on the way?

Later would have to suffice for finding that desk, however, because now, there’s work to do.

“Aight, let’s roll. We’re headin’ south, looking around a small neighborhood. Tomorrow, Shane and Andrea will be hitting what we don’t cover,” T-Dog announces. “Ready to head out, y’all?”

“Head on back to your ma, okay?” you tell Carl, pecking a kiss on his head and patting your finger along the chick he's still carrying. Carl had walked you to the mailbox, it's his third and probably last ‘big trip’ of the day. He’s wearing Shane’s police baseball hat. “See you later, punk, I love you."

“Yeah, man, all set. Bye, Carl.” Glenn stands up from his crouched position by the mailbox where he was waiting.

You adjust the first aid kit in your backpack, then ease it on and snap the chest clip in place. “Ready, Teddy.”

T-Dog rubs his hands together. “Then let’s roll. See if we can’t bring Sophia back for this big dinner her mama’s got planned tonight.”

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linoju · 2 years ago

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Dating Kyojuro Rengoku headcanons

cuddling is a given. as a hashira, he's constantly out on dangerous missions so he's extra clingy when he's home with you. cuddling or having you next to him was a given when you're together

do NOT go with this man on festival dates you will lose him. he's too fast and very indecisive because he wants to do and get a little bit of everything. the next time you go together, he holds your hand, but was still hard to keep up with. "(y/n) they're selling sweet potatoes that way!" "okay wait slow do-" "nevermind look at those fish! do you think we can eat them for dinner?" "what the fuck."

i hc that he doesn't call you pet names. he likes to keep things simple and call you by your first name because why would he? he loves hearing and saying your name already!

was awkward like really awkward in the first few weeks of your relationship. now that you're dating, he can kiss or touch you whenever he wants. but he still doesn't know how to initiate it so sometimes he kinda just stares at you. with that smile. you were a tad bit scared for your life. "…did i do something wrong or…" "I WOULD LIKE US TO KISS! RIGHT NOW!"

dumbass. (affectionate)

so yeah to save him the embarrassment you were the one initiating kisses before he started getting real comfortable. and boy did he get real comfortable

speaking of him being embarrassing this man is EMBARRASSINGGG expect nothing less from someone who would shout "yummy!" every bite they'd take of a meal. his regular speaking voice is loud already so whenever you're out and he's professing his love, literally everyone near you can and will hear. you've had your fair share of old people giggling and going "oh my!"

doesn't get jealous or malicious or NOTHIN he's so secure in his relationship. if you argue with him and insult him in the heat of the moment he straight up just goes "you don't mean that! :D" and you're just in disbelief cuz like he's right and hurrrsadjkkfh

he's dealt with one too many scoldings in his life from his father. he'll let you lash out on him for a bit, but he's happy that you two are close enough that he knows he can speak up if you go too far when you're upset at him.

such a safe space, and such a loving and thoughtful boyfriend. tonight you'll make him his favorite meal. his newest mission has something to do with a train, and it's more dangerous than his usual operations. but you'll be ready with freshly made dinner, awaiting his loud greeting and warm cuddles.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #demon slayer x you #demon slayer x y/n #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x you #kimetsu no yaiba x y/n #kny x reader #kny x you #kny x y/n #kimetsu rengoku #rengoku kyojuro #rengoku kyōjurō #kyojuro #kny headcanon #demon slayer headcanons #reader can cook

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iviorienne · 1 year ago

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𝐀 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊

sʜᴜɴᴛᴀʀᴏ ᴄʜɪsʜɪʏᴀ x ғ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙸𝙽𝙶𝚂 : 𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙳, 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷, 𝙶𝙾𝚁𝙴, 𝚂𝚆𝙴𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶.

► in which chishiya met a girl who's unbothered like him and literally have peeked his interest and couldn't help to find out about the girl more.

ˏ⸉ˋ‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩͙‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‿̩̥̩‿̩̩̽‿̩͙‘⸊ˎ

𝘔𝘶𝘳𝘮𝘶𝘳𝘴.. 𝘎𝘶𝘭𝘱𝘴..𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴.. 𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨...Ah.. Another night with people dying.. Wonder how will this turn out.

𝘛𝘢𝘱... 𝘛𝘢𝘱.. 𝘛𝘢𝘱.. the sound of boots hitting the ground as another person walked in the room.

Jellyfish haircut, white dye under, piercing gaze, a black face mask, black oversized T-shirt, and a baggy cargo pants.

Now what on earth this person is wearing? Such an entrance, I chuckled as I observed the girl took out a phone from the desk and let or scanned her. And then pocketed it and walked into an isolated corner.

Huh.. Another lone wolf I see. As the time goes by, more people fills the room till it reached the player limit.

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐃

𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐘 : 𝟖 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.

The ambiance of the room got more tense and panicked as the familiar female robotic voice announced the difficulty of the game.

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 : 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊.

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞.

Slowly each person took the collar some refused but still went away with it or else it'll be the end of it. I saw the girl again took the collar and wore it like it was just nothing.

She's not bothered by it? She's oddly calm then other people here.. Well I am calm myself but never met someone as calm as me.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑𝐒. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝟏 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐀𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬. 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤.

The robotic explained the rules. Two seekers? Never knew there's such things. But something is not right about that one.

And avoid the seeker at all costs?..

𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝟐 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐄𝐒.

"Huh.. That's it? "

"This is easier then i thought.. "

"I'll definitely win this. "

Murmurs from other players as they slowly walked away from the registration room and find their hiding spot.

I glanced at the girl once again as saw that she was not making a move. I quirk a brow at her wondering why she's not even moving or concious about what will her role be.

Sometime later, the room was now emptied. It was now just me and the girl.

I heard a small blink on my collar indicating that our roles will be given.

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒... 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑.

Ah... Here goes nothin. I glanced at the girl again and saw her more relaxed then before, seriously what's up with this girl. Whatever she really got my attention now. I then decide to approach her.

" aren't you going to hide? " I smirked. I saw her opened her eyes and looked at me unbothered before letting out a small 'no'.

"Why not? You do know what will happened after right? " i asked once again getting more curious on why isn't she moving a muscle, does she have a death wish or something? I don't care bout her personal reason on why she's not moving but can't help but feel a little curios.

I heard her let out a sigh as she looked at me once again.

"I should be asking you that. " huh?

" did you listened carefully on what the robot just explained? " why is she looking at me like I'm the most idiot person she ever met-

" I'm guessing your role is a seeker, yes? " I nodded.

" good, less trouble for me. "I heard her muttered the last part, what was that about? I felt my brows furrowed at her statement as I leaned into the table in front of her observing her.

" just wait. " she hummed as she closed her eyes.

Seriously what's up with this girl, I've never met someone like this before. No one have made me this confused, like never.

She's really hard to read.

" what are those two doing? Why aren't they hiding? " I heard two players murmured behind us walking past us.

" let those idiots be, now let's find our spot. "

I heard a scoffed and a soft mumble 'idiot' from the girl in front of me which made me quirk a brow at her.

"What's your name? " I finally broke the silence between us.

"Why would you want to know? " she replied with her eyes still closed not even bothering to look at me.

" nothing, don't you know it's rude to not look at someone who's talking to you? " I smirked as i inserted my hands in my pockets observing her reaction. Though her eyes still remain closed.

" well, will it still be rude if I say the reason why I'm not looking because I don't want to talk? " she grumbled her eyes are still closed. Well that make sense, I chuckled at her response.

I looked at the phone and saw it there is only 1 minute left till the game finish.

" you know the time is running out and you're still not making a move? " I spoke as I pocketed back the phone in my pocket.

"It's because I don't have to. " huh? Seriously she's not making a sense. I squinted my eyes at her trying to read on what she ment.

𝟑𝟎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓.

She's still dead come. I become to think back to the rules.

2 seekers.. Must about the seekers at all costs..

𝟐𝟎 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓.

I'm not very familiar with children games since I don't go out much back in my childhood.. But I heard that there is only one seeker in that game..

𝟏𝟓 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐅𝐓.

I was busy brain storming before the girl grabbed my arm and dragged me somewhere more isolated when people were coming I'm our direction.

Why is she dragging me? She then bring us to the second floor and to the railings which we saw the other players there all gathered in the first floor.

" don't make eye contact with them " what?

𝟏𝟎..

𝟗..

"Rokuta-kun, after this.. Let's date. "

"H-huh.. Sure.. "

𝟕..

" can't wait to go home and sleep after this.. I'm glad I don't have to do running and shit in this game.. "

𝟔..

More murmurs from the players as they started to become excited from how "easy" this game was.

I side-glance the girl beside me I can tell that she was smirking tho. But why..

" hey guys.. Don't you think it's strange? "

"Huh"

"This is an 8 of hearts game and it's this easy?.. "

"Yeah.. Now that you've said it, heart is about betrayals and mind twisting games right? "

"Yeah.. And.. Hide and seek doesn't normally have 2 seekers.. Unless..

𝟓..

"Hey hey enough thinking! We're about to win this so enough brain storming. We're clearly playing this game right! "

" but jiro-san.. I don't think we're actually playing this right.. It's an 8 of heart.. There's probably something wrong here.. "

Slowly the other players starts to figure it all out and I heard a soft chuckle beside me.

" they should've known about it sooner. " oh.. So that it all about.

𝟒..

𝟑..

"Guys... I don't think.. It suppose 𝘶𝘴 who suppose to run from the seekers.. " slowly every players looked at the teenboy direction with fear and realization took their expression.

𝟐..

" I think.. It supposed to be the 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 who suppose to run from.... 𝘜𝘴.. " realization hits me as the boy said that. Damn how can I have not figured it out sooner? Damn..

𝟏..

" SHIT FUCK QUICK FIND THE SEEKERS!! "The Jiro man panicked.

" too late. " the girl beside me chuckled. I quickly have closed my eyes before their eyes met mine, she also have her eyes closed to prevent them stealing our roles.

" see you all in hell I guess.. " she added.

"GET THE-! " before the Jiro man finish his sentence his collar beeped and it exploded to his neck.

The man dropped dead with blood spilling on his neck.

𝟎..

Screams of the players erupted from Beneath us as more explosions came and I could hear the blood squirting from their neck and also the gurgles from them chocking from their own blood.

Once the screams were over I slowly opened my eyes and saw the girl beside me had her eyes are now opened. And I'm not going to like I found her E/C eyes fascinating.

Especially the the light shown down to her eyes perfectly reflecting her eyes well making her look 10x better.. But I'm curious on what's beneath that mask to.

I then looked back down the deceased players below us and I furrowed my eyes slightly at the gorey sight. To be honest I've seen worst since.. I'm a med student before all this.

" that's nasty. " I chuckled as I look back at the girl beside me who was unbothered.

The girl nodded in response as she removed her face mask that got my heart stopped beating from a moment. Weird why is my stomach making this feelings.

Well she is.. Quite.. A bit... No never mind. She's breathtaking.

I stared at her for a moment and watched her wipe off the sweat below her nose and forehead.

I didn't even heard the robotic voice telling us that we've won not even felt the collar on my neck unlocked .

" aren't you going to take that off? " she asked completely cutting me off from my trance.

"Huh? " I awkwardly smirked as I filter my head to the side a bit.

"I said, aren't you going to take the collar off? This shit is extremely uncomfortable. " she groaned a she took off the collar and yanked it somewhere I don't know i was to focused on her.

" unless you're a masochist. " she shrugged.

"No.. No it's nothing like that. " I chuckled awkwardly as I took off the collar and throw it away.

" just distracted that I forgot about the thing on my neck. " I smirked which she only responded a human in response.

" wanna get out of here? It's weird to have a conversation when there's corpses below us you know? "

".. Right" I chuckled as we left the scene.

"So what's your name? You never really told me earlier. " I glanced at her and saw her pushing back her bangs away from her face. Each of her movements just give me this little spark of excitement in my heart I don't know why but it's very pleasant.

She looked at me for a moment before smirking tiredly.

" L/N Y/N. " she finally answered. Such a beautiful name from a beautiful woman.

I smirked back before holding my hand in front of her.

" Chishiya Shuntaro, pleased to meet you. " I felt my heart flutter when she held my hand and shook it. Her hands are soft and delicate, I want to hold them forever..

" pleased to meet you too. " when she let go of my hand, I had to held myself back from taking her hand back in mine. I also mentally slapped myself from acting this way. I've never have felt more acted this way.

Whatever this is, it was pleasant but I am not liking how this girl is making me feel.

" say, wanna come with me? "

" to where? " she asked.

" to the place I'm staying, there's plenty of people there. "

" I don't really like people, well apart from you I guess. I can tolerate you even though you processed slowly earlier. " she chuckled and I felt embarrassed about my performance in that game earlier but I covered up my embarrassment perfectly with my usual smirk.

Ignoring her last remark I just shrugged and told her more about the beach.

" well it has electricity and foods. " she quirk a brow at me.

" and uh.. Party's? "I honestly don't know what more to add to actually persuade her to come, I'm not really this persuasive when inviting someone. I don't even invite someone.. She's the first one actually.

I was cut off from my thinking when I heard her soft chuckled. God it was a music to my hear.

" sure I'll come. "

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ 𝑯𝑶𝑷𝑬 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑨𝑳𝑳 𝑳𝑰𝑲𝑬𝑫 𝑰𝑻 ! ~ ✩ 𖤐 ٭

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐓𝐖𝐎

#chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #alice in boderland x reader #cw: gore

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nexadarling · 4 months ago

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Ohhhh I would love to hear about Reaching Out To Find Another Hand, that is a very cool title!!!

yeeessss i was hoping someone would ask, this one is my baby!! sending you a thousand kisses, Allen 🥰🥰

you've actually read parts that i have shared in the server, this is the post-trimax wolfwood lives piece where he struggles with intrusive thoughts as he adjusts to living in a more domestic setting that doesn't require the violence he is used to and trained for. just about anything angsty i have shared has been pulled from this one lol

the title comes from Tomorrow Is Closed by Nothing But Thieves, which to me is The Trimax Vashwood song. This is the part it comes from, which hopefully also explains why I picked that as a title:

So here's your last kiss Won't wanna miss this Only piece of heaven I ever had We're all sinking, you know the feeling We're all reaching out to find another hand No, I don't think it's for nothin' But I hope someday we're gonna get it back

god i love this band so fucking much.... anyway, since i haven't actually shared any snippets with the intrusive thoughts i based this whole idea on, here ya go!

(warning obviously for intrusive thoughts and the instability that comes with that, but they do also include non-explicit acts of violence towards children and very brief descriptions of blood. nothing worse than what already appears in trimax, but enough to mention, if only because there are kids involved, but it is all only in Wolfwood's head)

There are moments where he wonders if he came back right. If maybe something happened and he came back not entirely there somehow. Physically, he’s back 100%. Even more than, if he takes into consideration what a normal human is capable of. But he’s back to his 100%, just without the vials. In other words, it would take a hell of a lot longer to come back from a gunshot, but he’s pretty sure he’d still be a hard motherfucker to kill. Thankfully, they haven’t had a need to test that particular theory. But then there are times, short snippets that sneak up on him, where his mind doesn’t quite feel his own. The first time it happens is when Miss Melanie finally convinces him to play with the kids. He’s just able to tuck away that voice that tells him he’s too dirty, too bloodstained, to be trusted around life so fragile. Thinks maybe (maybe) he’s good enough. And he forgets for a moment. Just long enough to be blindsided by the image of the kids bathed in blood, bones snapping like twigs between his own hands. It’d be so easy, he thinks, and then freezes. He forces a smile on his face, manages an excuse, and tucks himself far, far away in a corner where no one will look for him. Watches his trembling hands in the sand as he tries to steady his breath. That’s not him. That’s not him, he’s here to protect those kids. He’d rather die again than to hurt a single hair on any of their heads. But that was his voice in his head, and Legato is no longer around to invade his mind, Livio was sure of that much. So it had to be him. But it’s not. It doesn’t stop after that, but it always catches him off guard. I could kill everyone in here in less than a minute with this, as he’s helping cut vegetables in the kitchen. It’d be so easy to break her bones, as he helps patch up Sara’s hand where she fell. He would let you, when he looks at Livio one day, the two of them recounting what little childhood they had and laughing. Happy moments, shot through with the violence left in his skull. He doesn’t tell anyone. He never stops being appalled by himself, never stops freezing in horror as the thoughts punch their way in, unwelcome and unignorable. He gets better at recovering, at pulling on a mask so no one notices. He stops running away, and just tries to shut it out. I would never, never hurt them, he reminds himself. Quite literally over his dead body.

this is first draft writing, remember, so it's not as fleshed out as i want and i want to hit harder with pretty much everything, but it's a good idea of the overall tone.... my poor baby, i do so love to torture him before i let him recover

thanks for asking about this one!! ✨🖤✨

#fic wip #trigun #trigun maximum #trimax #nicholas d. wolfwood #wolfwood #mentions of violence #intrusive thoughts #nexa writes

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blueink01 · 1 year ago

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Ch. 5: Radio Killed the Video Star

The next day at Hazbin Hotel-

Charlie Is pacing back and forth in panic mode with Keekee walking alongside her owner.

"Okay. So the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year. No big deal. Just a little setback. Nothing we can't handle. Just angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right?!" Charlie starts to panic, "And next time when they cut the time in half again, and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"

Vaggie grabs Charlie, calming her down, "Yes. We will."

"This is nothing more than a minor set back." Yn added as she rubs her head, calming her down.

"Oh, please, ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now..." Angel Dust's phone vibrates with violent threating messages such as 'fucking bitch', "Ain't no silver lining this time toots."

"Angel...Come on.. There's always a bright side!" Yn smiled as her phone vibrated with panickeing messages from IMP. "There's..always hope."

The messages on Yn's phone:

Blitz❤️: "Lovey, have you heard to news!?!"

M&M: "Sweety are you okay?! me and Moxxie have been trying to contact you?!"

Tweety Bird👑🪶💙: "Yn when will you come and visit me?, I've been feeling lonely here~"

Big Daddy Ozzie: "Yn by any chance have you seen Felix's favorite earrings?"

+15 More Messages Etc.

"Yn is right! We just...have to look a little harder for it!" Charlie smiled widely.

"Well, while you're lookin', the rest'a hell's goin' nuts." Angel waves his phone in their faces, "People are already freakin' out about the news. Look at what's happenin' in the Doomsday District."

He scrolls down an article with the bottom showing a demon screaming in front of a fire. Suddenly a pink message appears. Charlie gets closer to read it.

"Err, what is a. Donkey Show?" Charlie question.

Angel panics and retreats the phone back, "Aah, heh, nothin'. My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news too. Like I said, everyone's losin' their shit." Angel Dust laughs nervously.

"Yeah, that's true. Sinners are desperate." Vaggie stated.

"Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?" Yn smirked.

Charlie gasps, "This is the perfect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!" Charlie squeals.

"Cute idea and all, but you really gonna go out in all of this?" Angel Dust waves the phone with the place still on fire and demons in panic.

"Well, it's not like people are just gonna show up on our doorstep..." Yn texted on her phone as she smirked.

Suddenly, a massive explosion made Charlie scream in a fight from behind, getting their attention. They turn to see a freshly made hole in the wall.

"What the what?!" Yn shouted.

Outside the hotel Sir Pentious him and his Egg Boiz zeppelin armed for battle.

"Show yourself Alasssstor." Pentious slithers.

"Come and face..." Pentious pauses for a moment when he notices Alastor absent from the freshly made hole. He then looks to see him sipping coffee on the balcony of the second floor.

"Oh there you are. Face my wrath!" Pentious exclaims.

Alastor sips his tea, "Who are you?"

"Who am I? Who am I?! I am the great Ssssssir Pentiousssss!" Alastor dissolves into fog as he descends to the ground, materializing aside Yn, Angel, Vaggie, and Charlie who are in the scene watching Sir Pentious's zeppelin.

"Inventor, architect of destruction, villain extraordinaire!" Pentious smirked.

"Ooh you tell 'em boss." The eggs bois cheered on.

Niffty appears on Yn's right shoulder, clearly starstruck, "Ooooooh, he's a bad boy.." Niffty smirks.

Yn pats Niffty's head as Niffty smiles widely and seems so free.

"Ha, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you." Alastor crossed his arms.

"I attacked you literally last week." Pentious blankly stated.

Alastor cocks his head, "We've done battle, like... 20 times...once while you were on a date with-" Pentious looked at Yn as his whole demeanor changed, "HI QUEENIE!!!!" Yn wave back.

Charlie and Vaggie looked at her with a confused expression and then change their expression again looking back at Pentious.

"Well, you must have been really bad at this." Alastor noted as his blood slowly boiled due to how Pentious was speaking to Yn.

Sir Pentious' went back to his usual demeanor, "Silence! Now cower! For when I've ssslain you, the almighty Vees will finally acknowledge me as their equal."

Niffty picked up from Yn's shoulder, "Ooh! Wait, who are the Vees?"

"Oh, nobody important." Alastor smirks. Yn nodded her head in agreement.

Vee's Headquarters-

A large crowd is in front of a store as they watch an advertisement on the tvs facing the window showing off a spy drone.

"New VoxTek designer voyeur scopes, Peeping on the neighbors has never been more stylish. VoxTek! Trust us with your money!"

Crowd immediately enters the store and stampedes out with boxes with voyeur scopes. then cuts to random people watching their computers laptops and phones, and reveals their eyes signifying the work of hypnosis.

"This week's episode of "Teah, I Fucked Your Sister, So What?" is brought to you by VoxTek. Trust us with your entertarment!"

A tv demon starts tapping his fingers in a large room with tvs showing off numerous consumers as "trust us" repeats and overlaps. electricity courses as Vox stands up from his chair laughing maniacally from his viewer's consumerism. Vox had a ring around his left ring finger, it had both a sun and moon engraved on it.

"Muhahaha! Now that's good television!" Vox laughed as he heard his phone ding, he checked it as he groaned.

Suddenly his screen-face shifts to reveal an icon of Velvette, another one of them Vees, signifying she's calling, with a clown horn ringtone. Vox puts his phone down. Vox courses the call from his screen to his hands via his electric powers and transfers it to one of his many screens to reveal Velvette in her studio, her hair into a large ponytail. Vox then sits down on his chair.

"Hello there, Velvette! How are you this hellish morning?" Vox crossed his legs.

<Oh, cut the shit, Vox. I need you up here now!> Velvette exclaimed.

Vox looks to one of his screens as he gets his coffee cup and drinks from it, "Whatever could be the problem, my dear?".

<Your little boy toy is wrecking my apartment, while I'm trying to pull together a show and...> Velvette pauses.

Off-screen we see several workers running and screaming, and objects being tossed, as Valentino is heard cussing. "FUCKING BITCH!"

<Just get your ass here! NOW! Damn it Valentino!> Velvette yelled.

The call ends, and Vox's smile fades away as he gets up, sighing, fixing up his bowtie. He quickly texted on his phone before shoving the phone into his pocket.

"Oh god. Here I go, Valentino. Just another fucking day with Val." Vox walked to a platform with a forced smile, "Hey hey hey. Fuck my life." Vox had a dead expression as the platform raised up.

An elevator with a smiling Vox with the world bubble saying trust us!', before opening to reveal a frowning Vox sighing, and putting on a smile for a crowd of reporters that overlap one another before pointing their microphones to him.

"Mr. Vox! What are your thoughts about the new extermination deadline?" A reporter asked.

"When is Yn coming back on the program? People miss her fashion show & competitions!" Another reporter asked.

"My dear people! We at VoxTek Enterprises have always been at the forefront of innovation. And now, with this new oncoming threat, we are shifting our focus, to your protection. We are pleased to announce..." Vox ignored the second question, answering the first.

The screen zooms to him and an ad featuring the VoxTek logo, now gold and with angelic wings, with the tagline reading.

"VoxTek Angelic Security is coming soon! Trust us, with YOUR safety." Vox forced a smile.

Vox uses his left eye to hypnotize the crowd the same way as his consumers. Vox's manager quickly rushed up to Vox.

"Uh sir, when did we begin working on Angelic Security?" The Manager asked in a soft voice.

"30 seconds ago." Vox speaks in a strained voice as he walks off, "Try to get that bitch Carmilla on the books and cancel all my appointments today. I have a fire to put out upstairs." Vox noted.

He then morphs his body into electricity and generates itself into the security camera on the wall.

Velvette's Studio-

The staff cleans everything up as she looks to four designers holding up dresses to show her.

"Ugh. No. Unacceptable. You're fired. What is this? WRIST RUFFLES?! Is this 1750?! Burn it like the witches who wore it!" Velvette groaned, "UGH I miss babycakes.. She was the best fucking designer I ever had." Velvette rolled her eyes.

As she sends the designer away, Vox appears next to her, "Velvette! I can see you're busy. Tell me, where's our hot headed friend now.?" Vox looked around.

"Up in his room, waiting for a flat-faced prince to calm him down!" Velvette noted.

Vox sighs, "And uh, what's got him so out of sorts today?"

"Who knows?! But he tore up my second best model! And you know, the show can't wait for that unlucky bitch to pull herself back together! Melissa! Get over here!" Velvette yells.

Melissa gets onto the platform, and Velvette uses her overlord powers to change her outfit one after another until she spots the one she wants. "No. No. Hideous. I want to die. Eww." Velvette gasps, "Yes! That's the one."

"Ahh, looks like you have everything under control here." Vox noted.

"Of course, I do! Fuck you!" Velvette flips him off, "Now shoo! Take care of the piss baby!" Vox goes upstairs and is greeted by two moth demons who open the door for him. Once he enters.

He finds Valentino sitting on his couch surrounded by a fog of red smoke. When Val notices Vox, he sits up with fury in his eyes.

"Fucking FINALLY!" Val throws his drink, "Kitty! Another drink!" The Robo Fizzie next to him nods as it quickly heads off screen and reappears with the drink.

"Ugh! Can you believe what that piece of shit did? THE UNGRATEFUL WHORE!!!" As he speaks, he tosses the drink at Vox, who moves away making the drink, hits the door, and shatters on the floor.

"Uh, which whore are we talking about this time?" Vox questioned, crossing his arms.

Valentino gets up, "Fucking Angel Dust!” He walks up to Vox, "Who the hell else would I be talking about?!.." Val walks past him, "..fucking SLUT walked out on me!" He turns to Vox, "ME! I fucking made him!" Vox walks a little way away, "Without me, he's just a bag of meat with some mildly entertaining holes."

"Oh! Angel quit?" Vox sounded surprised.

"NO! He didn't fucking quit! It's worse!" Val takes Vox's phone, "He MOVED!!!"

As he says that, he tosses Vox's phone to the wall making it shatter in half. Vox seemed pissed about that, that being his only communication to his girl.

"He thinks he can just walk in here, work, and then go home somewhere else? Can you FUCKING believe that?!?!?!?!" Val walks to the closet, "He thinks he can run off and shack up with Lucifer's BIMBO daughter!"

"Angel is living with Lucifer's daughter?.." Vox paused and smirked.

"YEAH! That BITCH Chuckie or Chandler, or I dunno. Something manish like that, she's got this hotel and..." Val stopped.

As he speaks, he opens the closet full of guns, drugs, and pictures including a poster of himself. Valentino brings up two long pistol guns: a long revolver and a semi-pistol.

"Which of these makes me look sexier?" Val turns to the closet. (The pink one obviously)

"Heh. What are you doing, Val? You're not going over there." As Vox speaks, his left eye starts its hypnotizing spell, but Valentino is busy loading his guns.

"That slippery twink is gonna remember who owns him. I'm gonna FUCK everyone *except Yn* in that rancid shit hole, I swear to god!" Val starts.

Before he finishes, Vox grabs him by the collar and shoves him to his face, clearly furious.

Vox's voice was distorted, "VAL..." He calms down, "Hehe. Think about it." Vox then walks Valentino towards the window, taking one of his guns, "Our brand is... perfection. And what do you think chasing whores around town will... do for our image?"

"Um....fuck it up?" Val replied.

"Right! Do you want people thinking you can't control your employees?" Vox questioned.

"No!" Val exclaimed.

"Exactly! And hey, you still have him under contract. He isn't going anywhere! SO.. you should.." Vox waited for Val to get it.

"Do nothing?" Val questioned.

Vox smirked, "Great idea! Now that's why they pay you the.." He pinches Val's cheek on his face, "Big bucks."

"Ugh. But I really wanted to shoot someone." Val whined.

As he speaks, Valentino gets a cigarette holder, and Vox lights it with his electricity powers.

"Well, lemme call up the lowest earners this month." Vox walks to TVs.

"Ohh, you know me too well." Val chuckles and blows smoke, "Ya know.... Angel isn't the only one spending time at this Ratty Hotel with the devil's princesa..." Val smirked.

"Oh? Who else is there? Someone who, owes you money?" Vox smirked.

Valentino chuckles, "Someone who owes us much more than money and someone very dear to us... the Radio Demon and babycakes is there..." Val smirked.

Upon hearing those words, electricity courses through Vox's head, and he scratches the desk so hard it leaves scratch marks. Vox made small ominous chuckles before turning to Valentino, two red lines appearing on the left side of his lower lip.

Vox's voice was distorted, "What did you just say?"

"You heard me." Val smirked.

"Alastor.." Vox walks to Val, "came back..and he is with Lucifer's..." Vox glitches, "..daughter and and not only that, but he's with our Yn? And that wasn't the..." He grabs Val by the collar, "FIRST FUCKING THING YOU TOLD ME?!!"

Valentino frees himself from grip, "Hey! killing Alastor is your kink and Yn existence is all of our kink."

As he speaks, he walks to the desk and turns on the television. Vox teleports to the center screen, which is a recording from a VoxTek Voyer scope.

From Drone POV-

Yn chuckles softly and Alastor using his powers to attack Sir Pentious zeppelin, laughing as he hears Pentious screaming.

"Arrgh! Oh! Please! Stop!" Pentious cries.

"Um...Alastor! I think he's had enough." Charlie noted.

"Nah. He's got a few more hits in him." Angel added. As much as it was entertaining, Yn whispered in Alastor ear, "I think he's had enough Al." He looks at her than back to Sir Pentious who falls from the zeppelin in front of Alastor, face first on the ground. Alastor twirls his staff.

"Thanks for another forgettable experience." Alastor smirked.

An Egg Boi falls and breaks into pieces in front of Charlie.

"Thank you... for letting your guard down!" Using his tail, he grabs a bit of Alastor's suit, "Haha! Yah! Oh, shit..." Pentious' eyes widened.

"That was a mistake little snake~" Yn warned. Sir Pentious looks up to see Alastor's shadow transform in front of him. The next shot shows a massive green explosion as Sir Pentious is seen flying off to the city screaming as he disappeared from sight.

"Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor! Would you care to join me my dear Yn?" Alastor asked extended his hand to her.

"Of course and maybe we can get some tea." Yn takes his hand, "Best of luck, chums." Alastor waved. as he holds Yn's hand.

"Wait, you're LEAVING?! Alastor! We need your help! We need you to do your job." Vaggie yelled.

Angel Dust gestures to the hole on the wall, "We need a wall."

Alastor sighed, "Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?!" With a snap of his fingers, black ink demons appear with construction tools as Alastor walks away. Angel takes an interest and looks at one of the larger muscular demons, shoving Vaggie away as he walks up to him.

Angel Dust giggles, "Hey, sweet cheeks. Whatcha doin' later? I love me a man with a giant...tool."

The screen zooms out to reveal Valentino scowling at the current events, leaning his face against the screen.

"See?! Look how he flirts with that guy, and he's not even paying! Who is that? I'm gonna fucking kill his whole fucking family while fucking Yn in front of them! Vox?" Val slams his fist on the table, "VOX!?"

Vox was paying little attention, as his left pupil turns into a tilde as he eyes Alastor leaving, his appearance static and out of focus as the screen becomes a bit static. He glitched rapidly at seeing Yn with Alastor.

Vox glitches, "That FUCKER is back! AND HE'S WITH YN?!"

Valentino grins as he realizes the situation and walks to him, "Yeah! I thought he was gone for good too!"

"It's been 7 years!" Vox clenched his fist.

Valentino leans up to him and pinches his cheek, Vox clearly pissed to care.

"You still pissed that she almost beat you and "took" Yn from us that time?" Val smirked.

Vox grumbled, "Uh, FUCK YOU."

"Just saying." Val walks around him.

"Things have changed a lot since he left town!" Vox clenched his fist, "THAT'S for sure." Val smirked.

"I gotta send a message of who's REALLY in charge of things now!" Vox's face fills the screen as Valentino laughs in the background.

Vox grins as he marches to his chair.

"~Welcome home! I'm gonna make you wish that you stayed gone!~" As Vox sang, electricity courses through his arm as he sat down, and turns to face the numerous screens.

"~Say hello to a new status quo.~" Vox presses a button, and cords latch themselves to the plug-ins on the back of his head, connecting himself with the tv networks. "~Everyone knows that there's a brand, new daren, turn the TV ON!~"

"Camera, speeds, rolling in three, two..." The director counted down.

Chorus: "Welcome to the Show!"

"~Top of the hour and we're discussing a certain had-been who has been spotted cavorting around town after a seven-year absence.~" Vox had a horrible drawing of Alastor as he snapped to be on a night-late tv show with himself.

"~Did anybody miss him, did anybody notice? More on tonight's program. So, the Radio Demon is back in town! Why is he hanging around? What does that mean for your family? Well, handily, I've got good news!~" Vox appeared in front of a red curtain now.

"~He's a loser, a fossil, and I don't mean to sound hostile~" Vox now appeared on multiple TV's and each dressed like a gospel choir. With the words 'Obey N' Pray'.

"~But the demon is a coward! You can take that as gospel. Pulling my viewers? Impossible! I'm visual, he's barely audible! Stop giving him the time of day! Don't listen to a word he'd say. Hope he had a nice vacay! But he should have stayed away!~"

While Alastor finishes getting his coat tailored. He notices the crowd watching the advertisement of Vox. Yn noticed as well as she frowned a bit, Alastor noticing this. He smiles and walks away with an idea, pulling Yn along. as Vox continues singing.

"~While he hid in radio, we pivoted to video! *pulls out a deer head* And now his medium is getting bloody rare! Hell's been better since he split. Where's he been? Who gives a shit?!~"

Guts to Alastor making his reappearance, as he starts his radio broadcast from the Hazbin Hotel as he puts YN on his lap.

"~Salutations! Good to be back on the air. Yes, I know it's been a while since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast. Sinners rejoice!~"

"~What a dated voice!~"

"~Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast.~"

"COME ON!" Vox exclaimed as he paused hearing Yn's laugh, "YOU FUCKER..."

"~Is Vox insecure, pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that. Is nothing working?~"

"IGNORE HIS CHIRPING!" Vox yelled.

"~Every day he's got a nere format!~"

"YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE FUTURE! HE'S THE SHIT THAT COMES BEFORE THAT!~" Vox exclaimed.

"~Is Vox as strong as he purports.? Or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vees!~"

"Oh, PLEASE." Vox crossed his arms.

"~And here's the sugar on the cream. He asked ME to join this team!~"

Vox grumbled, "Hold on!"

"~I said no, and now he's pissy! That's the tea.~" As Alastor continued with his radio broadcast, Vox was getting so pissed that his screen face was starting to glitch with anger rising.

"~You old timey *Glitches* PRICK! I'll show you suffering!~"

"~Uh oh, the TV is buffering!~" Vox couldn't handle his anger, causing him to overload his circuits with static electricity.

"~I'LL DESTROY *Signal breaking up* Y0000U LITTLE.....~" The camera head could not get anything loaded, and Vox lets out an outburst that overloads everything from the TV screens to Valentino and Velvette's phone to everywhere in Pentagram City, causing a citywide blackout with the exception of the Hazbin Hotel.

"~I'm afraid you've lost your signal. Let's begin.~" Alastor smirked as he slowly turned into his true demon form with every sentence. His arms wrapping around Yn.

"~I'm gonna make you wish that I stayed gone! Tune on in. When I'm done, your status quo will know it's race is run! Oh, this will be fun!~" Alastor makes one last evil laugh before cutting off Vox's signal throughout the city, leaving the Overlord dismayed that Alastor is still popular and powerful than last time plus he had Yn on his side.

"FUUUUUCK!" Vox yelled.

Vee's Meeting-

Vox, Velvette, and Valentino are at a table together discussing a matter about Alastor as a Robo-Fizz, Kitty, passes out drinks to each of them.

"We have a problem. Alastor is getting close to Yn and little princess Morningstar, so our main concern now is ensuring that no deal is ever struck between Lucifer's.." Vox slams the table, "BRAT, and that smiling freak! AND HIM STEALING OUR BABYCAKES!"

Velvette paused before taking a deep breath, "Well, how exactly are we supposed to stop them?" Valentino was putting so much glue on his revolver to decorate with glitter and marbles.

"Put something inside them. That's how I get the bitches to behave." Val smirked.

"Well, maybe someone on the inside isn't such a bad idea. Do you think Angel would?" Vox crossed his arms.

"That lanky prick won't even return my calls." Val sighed.

"We need someone who Little Miss Bleeding Heart would take in." Vox grumbled.

"Someone... pathetic, desperate, with no direct ties to us?" Velvette noted.

"I employ every down on their luck loser this side of Hell. Who the fuck is left?" Val questioned.

Vox scoffs, "I think..I have JUST the one."

As Vox slowly turns around, his right-hypnotic eye gleams with a sinister grin for a plan he has in stored but before they could do anything one of Vox employees comes into the room.

"Sir!, The crimson queen is here she is waiting for you in the guest room." He said out of breath informing the Vee's.

After hearing that all three stand up wasting no time and sprints towards Yn.

While the Vee's were on their way. Yn is smiling and hugging old friends and coworkers who work or used to work for her. Every demon there loves seeing her when she came by to the studio, she would always bring gifts for them and I mean ALL of them.

"How have you been?!" "What is it like living in that Hotel?" "How come you don't come so often?" "Did you come here to see us?" A lot of questions were thrown at her. She couldn't decide who to answer first.

Doors slammed open revealing Velvette who makes it there before Vox or Valentino. She scans the room until her eyes land on Yn's.

"BABYCAKES!~" she shouted.

"Hi Velvet-" Velvette jumps on her with a tight hug.

"It's so great to see you again! It hasn't been the same without your lovely presence." Velvette held on to her tightly.

Yn chuckled hugging her back signaling everyone in the room to leave them alone for a moment.

"It's nice to see you to Velvette." Yn chuckled hugging her back, signaling everyone in the room to leave them alone for a moment, "Did you get the new clothes I've been sending you? I hoped you like them."

"Like them? I LOVE them!" She smiled. She lets go Yn and hold her arms.

"Sit down sweety, I've been dying to see you again, how you've been? Did you come to see us?" Velvette gestured to the couch, as the sat across each other "or did you come here for something more~" she said teasing as she ran a hand on her on her leg under her dress. Yn blushed that the thought but clear her throat.

"No~, I just came here to bring you guys some gifts and have a word with-" the same doors Velvette came though slammed opened again with Vox and Valentino finally showing up.

"Vox." Yn frowned as she crossed her arms. Velvette looks at her for a moment wondering why she looks upset. Vox notice her expression change when she sees him.

"Hey Yn! What brings you-" He is cut off as glowing fc with fancy chain appears around his neck with a lock. Vox grunts as he falls onto his knees, Velvette takes a photo while Valentino bites his lip with a blush. Yn yanks the chain causing Vox to get dragged up in front of Yn, he chuckles nervously and looks up at Yn.

"Sit." She order him with glowing eyes. He does as his told not wanting to upset her more.

"Val, Velvette, could you two please wait for us outside, i like to talk to Vox alone for a moment." Yn said with her tone sounding dark at the end of her sentence. This made Vox nervous hearing her say it like that.

Valentino and Velvette do as she said, looking back to see a now frighten Vox looking at them with a 'please don't leave me' expression, Velvette took another picture with a thumbs up and Valentino had a sweat come down his forehead and both the Vee close the doors behind them.

Both of them put a ear on the door to hear what's happening inside. Now it was just Vox and Yn in the room.

"Do you know why I came?" Yn asked

"Ummm... No...? Heh..." Vox replied.

"Because of yours and Alastor's little "fight", all electricity across the Pride Ring has cut off!" She tightens her grib on the fc chain..

"Your screw up has cost me alot of money! These little shits will soon start complaining and rioting because of what you did, flat face! And we do not want that." Yn lectured him.

"Baby relax, look if money is the problem here don't worry about. Whoever you are getting your money from I can give you-" Yn interrupt him. Not letting him finish his sentence.

"You know I never take your money, nor will I ever. You are missing the point of this conversation Vox, your little 'fight' cause me money and I'm not okay with the fact that you still pick fights with Alastor." Yn said. Vox seemed annoyed hear the Radio freak's name coming from her mouth. He then gets up and pass back and forward in front of her.

"Ah here we go again with Alastor, you know ever since you moved out, all I hear from demons is how 'close' you and that radio freak are getting. you know how that makes me feel?!" Vox argued. His screen glitches at bit as he looks at Yn with a distasteful look.

"Don't go pointing fingers on me Vox, I wouldn't have moved out if you and those two didn't try to put a 'spell' on me 3 months ago" Vox flinched with guilt at hearing her mention that, but he didn't make it noticeable to her. Val and Velvette had the same guilt look on the faces outside the room hearing their conversion further.

"Oh please, it's wasn't like the end of hell, it would have been great for us and knowing you,-" Vox claimed crossing her arms. He takes out his phone looking at something but is soon broken by a fc fly hair pin thrown his way.

"you would have liked it. It wouldn't have been that bad.-" Vox looks back at her to see a now teary Yn, Vox froze didn't say another word.

"Here I was hoping maybe we could fix our relationship and start over, but I guess nothing changes." Yn said, her head hanging down not showing her face. Vox tries to get close to her. But she stops him by holding her hand in front of him, stopping him on his tracks.

He wanted to hold her, apologize, anything to comfort her. But Vox was one who didn't know when to admit his wrongs or apologize at all so it was no surprise that he didn't dare show that to her. For someone who is a dangerous powerful and deadly overlord. Only he, the Vee's and anyone that's part of her harem are the only one who can see this side of her, her vulnerable side.

Yn got up from the couch, walk towards the door, not looking at Vox as she passed him. She stops in front of the door, "I'm leaving now, I'll be back in 2 weeks with the next transfer." She than opens the door seeing a guilty ears dropping duo trying to pretend they weren't listening.

Valentino walks over to Yn and caresses her whole body. Sensing his Babycakes is hurting, "There, there Babycakes~ I'm sure someone like you can forgive and forget our little problem~" Valentino in his weird way trying to stop her from leaving.

"As I said I won't be back until 2 weeks so take care of things here, yourselves as well." Yn said getting out of Val's grasp walks out of the building.

Vox, Valentino and Velvette stand there watching Yn walk away and out of the studio without looking back but not before she said her goodbyes to everyone she came across.

After she was gone from view, Velvette expressed changed to a pissed look, "Damn it Vox! Yn sure as fuck won't bang any of us any time soon because of you and that smiling ass!" Velvette groans loudly.

Vox just stood there wondering, why do I always fuck shit up, first he lost a fight with Alastor, and now he just hurt the love of his afterlife.

Back at the hotel-

Yn and Alastor make it back to the hotel while Alastor went upstairs satisfied, Yn sat next to Angel Dust laying her head on his chest fur while he was on his phone and he rap his arms around her.

the ink demons are currently fixing the hole in the wall as Charlie and Vaggie than returns. Charlie throws herself onto a couch, exhausted.

"Soooo? How'd it go?" Yn smiled nervously.

Vaggie sighs, "Not a single new recruit."

"'Yeah well, who would wanna use their last days not fucking and fighting?" Angel Dust groaned.

As Angel checks on his phone, Vaggie hears a knock on the front door. She walks over to it and opens the door, only to find Sir Pentious holding his hat.

"Why, hello my dear.." Sir Pentious is cut off by Vaggie punching him in the face.

He falls when Vaggie brings out her spear at him. Sir Pentious cowers in fear with the tip barely at his neck, and holds a peace sign gesture.

"Wait, wait, wait! I come in peace." Pentious cried.

"What are you doing here?" Vaggie asked. Charlie and Yn appears behind Vaggie, "Vaggie, what's the problem?" Charlie gasps, "Oh! Hello again!" "Pentious?"

"I didn't come looking for a fight. I uhh.. I heard that you're helping people, people who want to be better?" Pentious questions.

Charlie lets out a gasp and runs over to grab his hand and leads him to the door of the hotel.

Charlie gasps, "You heard right! Welcome to our home of healing, our resort of restoration, our..." Angel Dust appears from the door and cuts off Charlie, "Are you fucking nuts? This chump was trying to kill us like literally 6 hours ago! And now you wanna bring him in here to live with us?"

"Absolutely! This place is about second chances, and who deserves one more than this slithery... slippery. special little man!" Charlie forced a smile.

Angel turns to look at Yn and Vaggie, "Aren't you two supposed to protect this place?" Charlie gives Yn and Vaggie puppy-dog eyes, begging Yn and Vaggie to give Sir Pentious a chance to live in the hotel. Yn and Vaggie gives in as she sighs.

"I guess he's not much of a threat without the war machine." Sir Pentious' cobra head lifts with anticipation, "Or even with the war machine. Plus I guess Yn is here to make sure he doesn't do anything." Sir Pentious' cobra head flaps down with depression, sighing.

"Sure! I don't mind looking after him." Sir Pentious smiled.

Charlie was so happy that she hugged Vaggie, lifting her up in the process and twirling around once.

"Oh! Thank you thank you thank you thank you! Sir Pentious! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!" Charlie leads Sir Pentious to the door inside of the hotel.

"Oh no darling! Thank you! You won't regret this." He smiled sweetly as he slithers next to Yn.

Angel follows soon afterwards, "Eh, I give you a week, tops."

Charlie gives Sir Pentious the tour of the hotel, introducing Husk to him, the wall he blew up before it was fixed.

"So, this is the bar and the bartender. This is the curtain, and this is the new wall after you broke the last one, heh, and oh! Oh! This is the-" Charlie paused as Vaggie grabs Charlie to calm her down again, "Babe, you don't have to show him every detail."

"No." Charlie squealed.

Angel Dust put his arm around, "Uh, what the hell are I then?"

"you're an important part of our family here too, Angel, but you uhm, uh..." Charlie thought.

"Constantly make us look bad, sexually harass the staff, and have literally never once tried to improve?" Vaggie bluntly said.

"What she means is, it's just nice to have someone interested for once." Yn smiled.

As Charlie comes back to Sir Pentious, Angel Dust was having doubts, looking a bit upset at everything Vaggie described him to be. Nifty was playing Keekee with a string when Charlie and Sir Pentious approached them. Keekee hissed at the sight of Sir Pentious and scatters away while Niffty turns around to meet him.

"Over here we have our maid Niffty." Charlie gestured to Niffty.

Niffty gasps, "The bad boy is back!"

Niffty gets up on Sir Pentious and holds his collars, looking at him with insanity in her red eye and a very sadistic smile, which creeps out Sir Pentious.

Niffty spoke in a creepy whisper, "Never leave me again."

"We're about 80% sure she's harmless, and over here we have..." Charlie nearly bumps into Alastor, "Oh! Uh, Alastor! Our gracious facility manager! You've met our newest guest Sir Pentious... hehe.."

"Ah yes! You're the one who ruined my coat!" Alastor's eyes glow red in the dark with a violent temptation to rip him apart as Alastor spoke in a sinister tone, "I definitely remember you now."

Sir Pentious gulps nervously.

"Well, I guess this is a great time for your first lesson!" Charlie clears her throat, "How to apologize!'... The first step to becoming a better person is to admit when you are wrong, why don't you give it a try?"

Sir Pentious took a minute, "Yes. uhm.. Mr uhm.. Radio Demon sir, please forgive me for attacking you and ruining your very lovely coat.. uhm.. Here." As a token of apology, Sir Pentious hands back the small fabric he tore from Alastor's coat.

Alaster takes it and inspects the damage, "Ah-Ho! Not many people have been able to take even this much off me, it must have meant quite a lot to you."

Despite being generous, Alastor burns the fabric tear in green flames, leaving Sir Pentious and Charlie stunned.

The group gather around for a introduction with Sir Pentious. "You obviously know Yn, somehow, but that's not important! Yn is also our facility manager and entertainer along with Angel Dust." Charlie smiled, "Now, with a new resident, I think it's important we all get to know each other! So we are going to play a little game. Everyone, follow me."

"My name is Charlie!" Charlie claps twice, "I like to sing!" She claps twice, "and when we get to know each other it's the greatest thing!" She claps twice.

"My name's Sir Pentious" He claps twice, "I like to build." He claps twice, "and despite my stupid Egg Bois, I think I'm very skilled!" Pentious claps twice.

"My name is Yn." Yn claps twice, "I like to dance," She claps once again, "And if an Angel dares to hurt you..." She clapped twice again, "They will meet their end." Yn clapped twice more.

When it was Angel's turn, he looked disinterested, looking up from his phone, "This is stupid." Angel Dust stated.

"This is not stupid!" Charlie claps twice, "It's just a game!" She claps twice, "Sir Pentious did it well so now please try to do the same!" Charlie claps twice, seeming annoyed.

"I am too sober for this." Angel Dust groaned.

"Well, get used to it and learn how to play, this is gonna be your whole day!" Vaggie smirked and clapped twice.

Next the group try role-playing with Angel Dust wearing a trenchcoat and a hat while he reads a script. Sir Pentious was also role-playing as an innocent child wearing a sailor suit, licking a lollipop. As Husk was an unattentive parent for some reason. Husk didn't mind, he'd got to drink with Yn as she pet his fur.

"Oh, I'm a bad man on the streets who never got enough hugs, now, where's an innocent kid I can sell crack to?" Angel Dust paused, "Wow, who wrote this.?" He whispered.

"Who do you think?" Yn question Angel.

"It's great right? Keep going!" Charlie squealed.

"Hey you." Angel called.

"Who, me?" Pentious pointed to himself.

"Yeah, you look like a kid who could use some... devil's dandruff??" Angel groaned, "Oh, for fuck's sake."

Yn paused her petting Husk's fur, looking at Angel with a chuckle. Husk stopped his drinking looking at Yn waiting for her to let him again.

"Not me! I have to go home and study!" Pentious stated. Husk twitch his ear touching Yn hand, Yn catching on what he wanted she had a small smile on her face and continue to pet him, which caused Husk to purr quietly.

"Come on kid, it'll make you cool like me...the crackhead." Angel dully said.

"The only cool thing here is to say no to drugs! Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to not have sexual intercourse before marriage!" Pentious smiled.

Charlie stands up and claps, "Yes! Oh bravo! Bravo!" Charlie chuckles, "Wow Pentious! At this rate, you'll be redeemed in no time."

"I... I'm going to bed." As Angel heads back up to his room, he overhears Charlie congratulating Sir Pentious.

"I am so proud of you Sir Pentious! That was amazing!" Charlie cheers.

"Thank you! Thank you! You like me! You really like me!" Pentious smiled.

"Good Job, Pentious." Yn smiled.

"Awwww!! Thank you!!!" Pentious hugged Yn.

Yn backed up from the hug and rushed Husk who was drunk, thinking about Yn petting him again later.

In Angel's room, Fat Nuggets is asleep on his bed until Angel accidentally throws his coat on top of him. Fat Nuggets grunts and crawls out of the coat as he watches Angel lie down on his bed. Angel looks at his phone and sees all his voice mails from Valentino. Angel sighs and begins to play them. Valentino's voice mails switch back and forth between a friendly, apologetic tone and a barrage of screams threatening violence.

Valentino's Voice Message:

"Angel baby, come home! It's not the same without you here, I miss you! Come back-"

"ANGEL, YOU BITCH! IF YOU DON'T COME HOME, YOU'LL BE FUCKING GREASY TRUCKERS FOR THE NEXT YEAR-"

"Hey, amorcito, I didn't mean to yell, but you know hore crazy you make me-"

"YOU FUCKING SLUT!"

"Hey; Angie! About earlier-"

"-KILL YOUR WHOLE FUCKIN' FAMILY!"

"Work's really stressful!"

"-LITTLE COCKSUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!"

"[dead serious] You actually think you can change? Addict trash like you doesn't change. I'll see you soon, baby."

Angel sighs as Fat Nuggets gets on the bed next to him.

"Sorry, not now, Fat Nuggets." Angel sighs sadly.

Angel gets up and leaves his room with Fat Nuggets looking worried. Angel goes to Husk's bar and starts drinking alcohol. Then he notices a slithering noise. He finds Charlie's office door opened, and takes a peek inside.

There, he discovers that Sir Pentious is setting up a small camera in one of the bookshelves, a camera that belongs to Vox. Angel realizes what he was doing and slams the door open.

"You slippery little shit!" Angel yelled.

Sir Pentious screams.

"You're working for the Vees? I fucking knew there was something shitty about you." Angel Dust narrows his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about!.. whore bug!" Pentious shots back.

Angel was ticked off, and tackles Sir Pentious on the ground. He punches him in the face before wrestling with him.

"Get your aggressively average body...OFF OF ME!" Sir Pentious's eyes spiral hypnotic powers to him.

Angel becomes hypnotized, "Fuck!"

Angel backs away. He then quickly snaps out of it. He now has Sir Pentious cornered. Right then, Yn, Charlie and Vaggie woke up after hearing the scuffle.

Charlie yawns, "What's going on?"

"It's too late for anything." Yn said who was still a bit sleepy.

"This little bitch is a traitor!" Angel Dust gestured to Pentious.

"Preposterous! I would never betray you. You... are my best friends!" Sir Pentious hugs the three girls.

"Uh huh, then explain this!" Angel Dust smirked. Angel lifts off one of the books to reveal a camera, much to Charlie's shock. Sir Pentious realizes that his cover was blown scurries away.

He brings out his wrist watch to make contact with Vox.

"Ah! Ah! Abort! Abort! S.O.S! Agent Pentious in need of immediate evacuation!" Pentious sounded nervous.

Vox immediately picks up.

"Pentious? Wait... you were caught?!? It hasn't even been a day!" Vox laughed.

"Please! You've got to get me out of here!" Pentious begged.

"I can't believe we thought you could handle even something this simple. Do us a favour, if they don't kill you, go ahead and do it yourself! You miserable failure!" Vox hung up.

Sir Pentious was crying, "I... I... just make it quick I guess.. not that I deserve it." Sir Pentious lies on the ground, with Vaggie holding a spear ready to pierce the skull.

"Gladly." Vaggie smirked.

Right before Vaggie could put him out of misery, Yn stops her. "Whoa. Let's not jumps to murder straight away."

"Yn's right. We're not killing anyone." Charlie smiles and starts singing.

"Pentious?" Sir Pentious looks up to see Charlie reaching out for him.

"~It starts with sorry, that's your foot in the door~"

"~One simple sorry, spoken straight from your core.~"

"~The path to forgiveness is a twisting trail of hearts!~"

"~But sorry is where it starts!~"

"~Who could forgive a dirtbag like me?~"

"~I don't deserve your amnesty.~" Angel comes with dual Tommy submachine guns in both hands with Vaggie tailing behind with her spear.

"~Can't we just kill him?~"

"~Shoot him and spill his blood?~" Yn stand in front of Pentious. As Pentious' eyes sparkle.

"That's an option you could choose." Yn answered.

"~Works for us.~" Yn puts her hand out to Pentious who takes it immediately.

"~But who hasn't been in his shoes? It starts verth sorry.~" Charlie added.

"~Sorry.~"

"~Dig down deeper and say one sincere sorry!~"

"~I'm so sorry!~"

"~And your journey's underway!~"

"~It'll take time to cover your/my vast multitude of sins, But sorry is where it begins.~"

"~It starts with sorry.~"

As the song ends, Niffty was also awake, but she was disappointed that Sir Pentious isn't whom she thought he would be: a bad boy.

"I hated that song! Why are you so lame?!" Niffty kicks him on the body and walks away, 'Not a bad boy'."

Charlie happily sighs, "Good first day! Let's get some rest!"

As Charlie and the others except Yn leave with a wrist watch communicator still in the office, Yn looks back at the watch and then to the dark hallway.

"Alastor be a dear and please get rid of the trash in here, goodnight." Yn said as walks away to head back to sleep.

Alastor appears from the shadow of the dark hallway with a smile. He comes and picks up the watch before contacting Vox on the watch.

"WHAT?!?" Vox yelled.

Vox paused when he realized that it was Alastor who was calling him, showing fear in his screen face as Alastor laughed evilly.

"You'll have to try harder than that next time ol' pal!" Alastor smirked.

With a maniacal laughter, Alastor crushed the watch with his bare head, and the only sound Vox makes was a raging scream before Alastor retreats back into the darkness.

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[ID: Greyscale close up sketch of Eliot Spencer driving, with one hand on the wheel, and looking to his right with an unfocused, tired, expression, his eyes partially closed, and his mouth open as if speaking. End ID]

Day 18: Fever

Eliot develops a fever from an infected wound while driving, and Parker and Hardison have to treat him.

Ficlet below the cut

“Hardison.”

There was something wrong with Eliot’s voice. Not in the least like the voice he had used only moments before.

“Hardison.”

More insistent and even more at odds with the mood of moment Hardison had been so enjoying.

A firm pressure on his arm.

A strong hand gripping him tightly and shaking him.

Shaking him awake in a space as dark as the room in his dream, but with Eliot sitting beside him, bright eyes piercing in the dim light and holding an expression nothing like that of the dream Eliot.

They were in Lucille. They had been driving home from a job. Actually, Eliot had been driving while the others slept.

The van was parked up, but looking around to understand what was going on, Hardison saw they were not at home or at a gas station or any sort of place where they might usually have stopped.

“What?” Hardison asked, looking back to Eliot and imagining a dozen different scenarios…enemies in the dark outside, the van broken down (which, seriously, Lucille VI had just been upgraded), a new job they stumbled into…

“You gotta drive,” Eliot said, breathless, hoarse.

Hardison frowned. Usually Eliot insisted on driving these long journeys through. He could go far longer than the rest of them without sleep, and even on short trips they needed Hardison free so he could work on the digital side of things. And Parker driving was…well, that was an emergencies-only last resort.

Not to mention, Eliot sounded seriously rough.

“You okay, man?”

Eliot never answered that question, and he didn’t now.

“Dammit,” he growled, “Just drive.”

Still frowning, Hardison nodded and opened his door at the same time as Eliot.

As he passed the hitter in the illumination of the headlights, he tried to get a better look at his friend.

He saw no blood seeping through his clothes from a wound he had failed to tell them about, but Eliot looked pretty damn pale in a way the bright, white moon couldn’t justify. And the driver’s seat, when he got into it, was a lot warmer than explainable from normal body heat.

“What’s going on?” Parker, ruffled and flushed from her own sleep in the back of the van, poked her head up between them, “We back?”

“Babe, you mind checking Eliot’s temperature?” Hardison asked as he switched the interior lights on but didn’t yet start driving.

“Don’…”

But Parker was already pressing a hand to his forehead and Eliot wasn’t going to shake her off with enough force for it to actually work.

“You have a fever,” she said seriously and with a strength of accusation that made Eliot look away from them both.

“It’s nothin’.”

Parker huffed then reached through to jab her finger at Eliot’s ribs in a move that for literally anyone else would be obscenely dangerous. Eliot growled and pulled away, throwing her a sharp glare that then prompted him to wince and shut his eyes tightly.

Fever, dizziness, extreme pain in an area they knew had been slashed deep with a cleaver only a few days before…

“It’s infected isn’t it,” Parker glared at him.

“And why didn’t you tell us this?” Hardison offered his own glare to join Parker’s.

“It’s no big deal,” Eliot replied in that unsettlingly breathless voice, “It’ll keep til we get home. We’re only three hours off, but I ain’t safe to drive.”

Hardison gave him a doubtful glance, Parker glared and moments later she was in the front with them, taking up the rarely used middle seat.

“Lemme see.”

“No Parker,” Eliot growled, “Can’ do anythin’ til…we’re back anyway. Just leave it.”

“You’re burning up.”

Hardison looked across at him, “I’m with Parker. You don’t look good, man. Sure you’ll be okay another three hours.”

“‘M sure!”

The growl held even less venom than usual, but Hardison started the van anyway.

If Eliot was right and they couldn’t do anything now anyway, the best option was to start driving as soon as possible.

Three hours was plenty of time for an infection to develop and take hold, and it had already reduced Eliot to a state of hazy awareness, shivering in spite of his high temperature.

Parker produced some wet wipes from somewhere and proceeded to slap one on Eliot’s head or neck at irregular intervals, but it didn’t seem to help at all.

Eliot was completely out of it, struck down by the fever, by the time they reached their HQ. Not unconscious, but nowhere near conscious enough to walk or talk or do anything much beyond shiver.

Hardison wordlessly lifted him up, the heat of his body searing in contrast to the cool of the air conditioning and the night outside. With Parker ahead to open doors and unlock their security system, Hardison carried their hitter inside, ignoring the mumbled incoherent growls and dammits.

He took him to the downstairs bedroom. Technically this was Eliot’s, being the first that anyone would need to pass to reach the others, but it didn’t get much apparent use. More often Eliot took his short periods of sleep on the couch or in Parker and Hardison’s bed when at least one of the others was awake.

The room was stark and tidy, devoid of anything personal. His gym equipment was all in the main areas, and the few items Eliot held sentiment for tended to live in those places too - the katana from Nate and Sophie was on a stand beside the free weights, his guitar lived in Hardison’s room, and his box of training weapons had a hidden compartment known to contain a few photos.

Parker pulled back the sheets so Hardison could lay Eliot on the bed, which he really tried to do carefully, but the bed was pretty low and he sort of half dropped him onto it without much ceremony. The hitter took in a sharp breath, curling slightly towards his infected injury.

“Eliot?” Parker knelt beside him, leaning over his head and peering down at him.

She got no reply, and then nothing more than another sharpening of breath and flinch when she poked the wound.

“Guess we’re on our own,” Hardison laughed nervously, feeling not at all confident.

But over confidence was bad.

So that was okay.

“I’ll get the first aid kit,” Parker hopped over Eliot onto the floor.

“While I Google how the hell to treat an infected cleaver wound without a medical degree.”

To be fair, TV and fanfiction had given him a pretty good idea of what it would involve, but he wasn’t about to trust Eliot’s life to the accuracy of research carried out for either medium.

By the time Parker had returned with the very well stocked first aid kit Eliot kept, he had found a guide with reliable citations and that tallied well with other guides and his background knowledge…seemed legit and made sense.

He set his tablet down with the instructions open and began to unfasten Eliot’s shirt.

At the contact, the hitter growled weakly and reached out to knock his hand away, delivering a strike with the heel of his palm that had unexpected strength to it.

“Hey!” Hardison soothed, withdrawing his hand, “It’s me an’ Parker. It’s just us, El. We’re gonna take care of this wound now.”

Blue eyes opened, just slightly. Bright blue visible within the reddened surround.

“You with us?”

Slowly, Eliot nodded. He kept watching, eyes met with Hardison’s as Parker worked on the task of removing Eliot’s shirt and undershirt, eventually deciding to cut the latter off.

“Y’ gotta…th’ stitches…” Eliot was barely audible, as Hardison helped sit him up for Parker to unwrap the bandages.

“I know,” Hardison brushed some hair from his face, “Undo the stitches, drain the wound, wash it out, give antibiotics.”

“Y’ use…G’gle?”

“No!” Hardison feigned offence, and Eliot smirked tiredly.

“Check see if…foreign body…in it.”

“What?” Parker paused and looked up at him.

“I think,” Hardison ventured, “See if you can find part of the blade or maybe some fabric from his clothes in the wound. Could be what caused the infection.”

Eliot nodded.

“Okay…” Parker pursed her lips, “I’m gonna have to dig around in there.”

“It’s gonna hurt.”

Eliot’s eyes drifted shut, “I know.”

“Guess you’ve been through this a few times before, huh.”

No answer.

Eliot’s eyes were shut, his body still shivered convulsively, but his brief lucidity gone.

With the bandages and clothes removed, Hardison lay Eliot back and looked across to Parker, who fixed him with a set look of determination.

“Let’s do this.”

Hardison nodded and they set to work.

Hands washed, gloves on, sleeves rolled up since they didn’t exactly have scrubs to hand.

The wound, neatly sewn up by Eliot at first, was swollen and red and generally pretty damn gross.

Parker didn’t seem to mind so much, and set to work nimbly following the Internet-found guide and undoing the sutures, releasing some of the reddening pressure of the wound, discarding the bloody thread onto a plastic sheet to the left of her.

Hardison mostly focused on Eliot’s face through this. On the tightening of his features in pain, from either Parker’s ministrations or just the wound more generally, or maybe from the fire of the fever itself. His erratic breathing seemed to stop for a brief, terrifying moment, but otherwise it hardly changed

So at least it didn’t seem to be getting worse. Maybe. Probably.

Hardison wished he’d have spent more time watching medical dramas. Might help now.

Or maybe played some doctor simulators. Operation.

Next came draining the wound.

The source didn’t exactly specify how, but Parker had once drained Eliot’s ear when it had started to cauliflower, and was holding up the same type of syringe used for that. Thick needle, enough to make Hardison grimace just looking at it.

Horrible to look at, but it should do the job.

Some of the pus building up was already released by the removal of stitches alone, and she washed this away with saline solution while Hardison held Eliot still, expecting more than the tensing and slight flinch that they got.

The rest, Parker used the syringe to drain, drawing off the excess built up fluid, enough to fill the large syringe.

Then more cleaning with saline and alcohol, and finally, he had no choice but to be more directly involved in their makeshift surgery.

Parker needed both hands free to search for foreign bodies in the wound. It had been a long slice, spanning across three ribs. Not going very deep all the way, but then there was rib that had luckily stopped it going deeper.

The infection could just be from the cleaver having been dirty, but then Eliot was diligent about cleaning his injuries, so the theory of something caught in there was sound.

Hardison left his place by Eliot’s head, grabbed up his phone, and shone the torch into the cut to give Parker some light.

“Swab away blood when I tell you,” she passed him a sterile roll of gauze, “Okay?”

He only nodded. Opening his mouth right now might just make him throw up.

It was very difficult to fight that or just straight up fainting, watching Parker deliberately probe carefully inside Eliot, pulling out two objects, fragments of cloth, one pretty large but right up in the upper edge where Eliot wouldn’t have found it. Parker continued a little longer, but seemed satisfied and sat back, looked at him, and frowned.

“Hardison, go sit down,” she said with an edge of concern to her voice.

He shook his head shakily.

“You look like you’re about to faint! Sit down! I’ve got this.”

Hardison didn’t argue again.

He did feel faint, and dizzy, and like maybe he had just caught Eliot’s fever. Except he wasn’t unresponsive, fitfully unconscious and feverish. He just needed to not see all that blood and the rib exposed and the smell of the blood…

He stumbled to the nearest bathroom and threw up.

He hated blood when he was younger, got a bit more used to it, especially being around Eliot. But the deliberate opening and poking around and…

Maybe there was a reason he didn’t watch hospital dramas.

He washed his hands, washed his face, washed his mouth out, and hurried back to Parker and Eliot, angry at himself for being unable to help more.

When he got back, Parker had already dressed the wound with some gauze and tape.

No stitches in case they needed to repeat the process.

She was bundling up the bloody gauze and instruments and thread into the plastic sheet when he walked in.

“You okay?” she asked without the least hint of judgement or disapproval, in that alone reminding him that it was alright not to be good at this.

“Yeah, all good,” he replied, forcing a smile and looking back to Eliot. All through this, he had been almost unresponsive, caught up in the fever and at the edge of delirium.

“We need to get some antibiotics,” Hardison said, kneeling and taking a wet wipe to try and offer Eliot a bit of gentle cooling, “I’ll look into where we can at this time.”

He got a hold of some, with the help of a medic they had met on a job a while back, who vouched for them as the best first choice in this case.

It took both Parker and Hardison to help Eliot, in a moment of moderate lucidity, to swallow the pills.

For all his stubbornness and usual refusal to let them help with his wounds at all, Eliot was a surprisingly compliant patient.

He did throw up ten minutes after the pill and water, and he did remove the cold compress Parker made for him twice, but Hardison decided to give Eliot benefit of the doubt and blame that solely on the fever and the infection.

With the antibiotics, which he mostly managed to keep down after the first, fluids given by an IV, and regular cleaning, the fever cleared in 48 hours.

Eliot was out of bed just a couple of hours later, albeit with Hardison helping him, and only to the bathroom so he could shower and make himself feel more human.

Hardison sat on the toilet and Parker in the sink while Eliot washed, as they had done a few times before when their hitter was injured enough that there was legitimate concern for him passing out in the shower. Eliot had argued the first two times, before giving up because, really, there wasn’t a lock he could put on the door that would keep them out.

This time, he even obliged their insistence on redressing the wound before they helped him into clean clothes, and finally back out and to the main comfy living area.

He dropped tiredly into his preferred seat, at an angle to the couch and with sight lines towards the entrance to their HQ, but a clear view of the TV as well.

“You didn’t do any delirious rambling,” Parker complained after they’d been sitting in silence for a while, a film on the screen, volume low.

Eliot frowned at her.

“People with fevers are supposed to be delirious and reveal dramatic secrets.”

The hitter’s expression of mild confusion didn’t change, “Sorry about that. I’ll try to remember next time.”

“Next time,” Hardison glared up from his laptop and the game he had been playing, “You’re gonna tell us as soon as you think a wound’s infected so we can avoid all this nastiness.”

Eliot looked over to him softly and lowered his head, an apology or agreement, or probably both.

They accepted the wordless response, and with it, the matter was dropped. Eliot wouldn't risk putting them through this again, and they would be more alert to the possibility in the future, so nothing more needed to be said.

Except, Eliot did speak, after a long pause.

“Thank you. Both of you,” he spoke almost as quietly as the film, fixing them earnestly, “You did a good job.”

And because a pure, genuine expression of sentiment like that hung uneasily between them in anything but the most dire situation, he added with a smirk, “Even if you did use Google.”

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