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melon-cream-enmu · 1 year

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Levi forces you to watch gross hentai then does the same things to you.

Cw: gross hentai, this is absolutely noncon but he’s in love with you, facials, cum swapping through kisses. mentions of kinks: mind control, monster fucking. tentacles, having a fleshlight of you, having a body pillow of you that he cut open and fucks, idk, some other stuff. Unnatural amounts of cum in one ‘session’ I guess. He just has like truck loads of cum you’ll see. He sits you on his keyboard and it cracks in half but not because of your weight just because it’s convenient for the plot. Noncon, slight nonspecific mention of noncon kink hentai. As always I write these before I start writing the actual piece and I go in and fix it later. AFAB no pronouns mentioned, plus size of course🤍you’re described as fat but not by Levi and not completely directly and it’s also not as an insult or bad thing. I wanted this to be nasty, so seriously it’s unnatural amounts of cum. You’re mentioned as his mate

Levi is such a closeted disgusting pervert. The type to steal your dirty panties and smell em, lick em, suck the crotch while he fucks his hand like his life depends on it. The type to use magic to find a way to get a perfect X-ray view of your pussy and make a fleshlight of you. The type to have a commissioned anime style body pillow of you, one side normal, just you all perfect and wonderful, and the other side raunchy, you on your stomach looking back at him over your shoulder, ass up and cute pussy on display, thighs shiny. He’ll even eventually cut and sew a satin lined pocket to the inside so he can fuck ‘your’ pussy. The type to buy even the most amateur hentai games, all because you can customize the mc and love interest character and he makes them look like you and him, down to the very last detail. So what if some are the highest of qualities, with perfect shiny renders and amazing physical 3D rigging, and others so shitty they lag and freeze? He still gets off to those images of you speared on ‘his’ cock, a monsters, a tentacle, a pistoning dildo, coating the underside of his gaming desk in cum, cum that he 70% of the time is too blissed out to remember he should clean off, so it’s mega disgusting down there. He ventured into ‘gross’ hentai long before he met you but he always felt gross about it. But the moment you showed up, the next time he’d watched one, you immediately came to mind, and it was so much better than any other times he’d watched one. When you two start to get closer and you show an interest in his hobbies, he stops going for the more ‘vanilla’ series, instead watching one’s with piss kinks, mind control, step siblings, monsters, and every time thinking about you. How he’d beg any higher power who might listen to such a gross degenerate that he be allowed to touch you.

But he’d never dare do anything that would ruin the friendship he’d built so diligently. He’d done everything right, every move was calculated. He needed to be your best friend.

He’d never risk that.

Until he got too careless one night. He’d forgot to lock his door. You coming over at the darkest hours of night is a common and welcome occurrence, but not now. He hears you call his name, having only had one ear bud in. You open his door and his mind goes foggy. He can’t think, can’t do anything but stare at you as your eyes move around the room, from the bottles of lube on the floor, to several pairs of your panties, to the body pillow all bunched and covered in so much cum you could barely make it out but you can see that it’s you, to the several fleshlights so full of cum that he’d have to stop with one and pick up another and now they’re leaking cum in loads, all strewn across his shiny tile floor.

Your eyes widen and your lips close in what’s probably fear. You shift one foot back he’s acting before he can even think to. His horns and tail materialize so quickly the magic cracks audibly like a whip. His tail is so much longer than it should be, than it usually is, and it wraps around you in hardly a second. Then he’s on you, pushing you against the door. His head finally lets him focus and he can hear his computer. He must’ve moved it so fast it tore the ears buds from the speaker, and now the character on screen is moaning loudly. He sees your eyes look at the monitor and see them crying and pushing at the player character. Levi growls and his eyes glow brightly as his pupils shrink to slits. He’s moving so fast, you’re away from the door and by his desk in a flash.

He picks you up and slams you so hard on his desk the keyboard cracks in two, the space bar having been pressed just before it broke, pausing the video, effectively cutting its sound. You whimper at the feeling of the keys harshly pressing into your skin, and Levi acts ‘kindly’, pushing your thighs up, ripping the ruined tech from under you and throwing it to the floor. You go to open your mouth but his hand is on your face quickly. Your lips are covered, cheeks pinched by his thumb and fingers, nails pressing dangerously close to breaking skin.

“Don’t…say, a word.” His fluorescent orange eyes stare at you through purple lashes before he lifts his head. You can see a sneer on his lips, several of his teeth now long and sharp. His voice is almost raspy. “Well, now you know. Now you know how much of a disgusting, horrible person I am. Thinking of you this way, doing all of this while thinking of you.” You whimper hotly behind his hand. “You weren’t supposed to ever know. This is your fault.” He picks you up by your ass and you feel his cocks on your thigh, sticky and hot, getting all over you and your really short sleep shorts. He crosses his room to where his quite large tv is, and drops you on a makeshift bed, a cheap mattress with tons of random duvets, cushions, and pillows. You wince, both at the drop, and at the large amounts of stickiness that touches your skin.

“It’s your fault you saw it…and it’s your fault I’m like this.” He picks up a remote, turning on the tv. There’s already a disc in the player, and if the menu art is anything to go by, you want out.

A girl, plush and fat like you, many features like you, crying on the mc’s dick, plunged so hard in her she’s squirting. The title is pink and bubble letters, with its secondary title smaller, sharper, harsher below it, clueing anyone in on the type of thing this truly is. You see the menu and try to claw your way off the tangle of bedding.

Levi tackles you and you both wrestle, ending in you caged to him, back to his front, your arms held back, your legs forced open and held by his. His free arm wrapped around to your front, hand holding the remote precariously, fingers spread on your soft stomach as he feels it rise and fall with each shuddered breath.

“Why are you trying to run? You came into my room without asking, and now you want to leave?” The tv sounds with the small chime of the remote moving over different selections before the screen goes black as Levi made his choice. He drops the remote to the side. His breath is heavy and hot in your ear and he’s shifting behind you, slippery strange cocks nestling between your cheeks.

It starts almost immediately, the sounds of sex, whimpers, cries, and the mc’s heavy breathing. The girl is just as she was on the menu, but now animated expertly. Her eyes are crossed, a glowing pink haze that’s easy to understand. The mc’s laughter makes sense now. She’s mind controlled, responding to everything he’s saying. Levi’s hand creeps into your shorts and plays with your pussy impatiently. He wants to get to the good stuff.

There’s a flash back, they’re best friends, but he’s hiding his true feelings and depravity, and when she rejects his feelings he already has plan B ready to go. It took mere minutes for her to be on her back, wet, legs spread, clothes discarded. He’s tossing commands with no remorse, telling her to tell him he’s so big, that she loves his cock, that she wants all of his cum, that shes just a thing to use and abuse.

It’s hard to ignore leviathan’s finger breaching your hole. You’re wet, but it still was a surprising, unwanted sensation. Whether he’s lucky or he knew exactly what to look for, he bumps something that has you jolting in his lap, and he proceeds to keep at it. It’s late late at night, no one in the house is awake. It’s just the two of you, and the door is shut. No one can hear you, they can’t even hear the tv despite how loud levi lets it play.

Levi knows how this episode goes, the mc makes her cum so hard she pisses herself and he wants to make you do it. Why shouldn’t he humiliate you, you barged in and embarrassed him. It’s his turn now.

His tail curls before pushing in beside his fingers. While his fingers pull you closer and closer to your peak, his tail bullies it’s way into your cervix while bending to put pressure on your walls. Your cries turn to full blown tears and full body shakes. His fingers and tail retreat and you look over your shoulder. The blue ambient lights reflect in your tears. You’d hoped he’d be stopping but by the look on his face he’s no where near done.

His tail winds down on it self, making itself thicker before pushing back in, while his fingers toy with your clit. You try so hard to free your arms, to move your legs. “Please, please I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to see anything!” The tv answers you.

‘It’s too late now!’

The girls cries are louder than your hiccuped sobs but Levi knew just what he was doing. Fingers rubbing your clit so fast your hips lift off of his and you’re squirting. In time with the hentai on screen. Levi’s breathing so heavy in your ear, and he’s glad you’re so overstimulated and out of it.

His cocks are already searching for your cunt so he shoves you forward and hikes your ass up. You look just like his body pillow, but you’ll feel so much better. His cocks want in you so bad that he can’t stop himself. He’s pulling your shorts down so fast they tear at the seam. The hitched cry in your throat hurts more that his hips knocking yours.

Finally. Finally, he gets to feel you. You’re so hot and tight, he collapses over you. Hes cumming hard, shuddering so much it shakes you. He’s not even waiting a moment before humping you. He just wants to fill you. His hand shakily fumbles for yours before grabbing it.

You interlock your fingers for some sense of stability but you’re pulled back by your arm. You see him behind you. Your view is Levi, smirk all teeth, eyes bright orange and lidded. His view is you, soft skin, cute expression, this is exactly how he saw you every time he fucked that pillow. Now he wants you in every position he’d had you in in those hentai games. But for now he’s focused on making you feel everything he’s felt for you.

You were everything to him. He knows he’s being rough but you need to know. You need to understand what you are to him. His best friend, the love of his life, his Henry…his mate to fuck and breed.

He pulls you up to his chest. Now with you so close he’s losing his mad facade and openly moaning in your ear. His thighs are trembling with each slap into yours and he kisses the away the whimpers that bubble up your throat. This is perfect. It wasn’t the perfect start but that’s fine! He still gets to experience this with you.

Levi’s pace stutters and he widens his legs for a better stance before he slows down and makes his thrusts harder. The tentacles that make up his dick have unwound and are trying desperately to stay in you. It takes a single well time clench off your cunt around him that has him moaning so desperately as he cums inside you.

His fingers rub your clit harshly and quickly pull your orgasm through your entire body.

When his cocks have finally let you go inside, Levi let’s you fall forward onto the bed. But he spots his cum leaking from your lips. He remembers one last thing he wants to do.

He hurriedly flips you over and settles between your legs. He doesn’t give you a moments rest before he’s eating you out. He wants to pleasure you sure, but he’s mainly collecting your combined cum in his mouth. Then he moves up your body, grabs your face. And prods open your lips with his thumb. He kisses you messily and feeds his cum into your mouth. You wince and cry out and his moans start growing.

He slows and starts moving your body to lay down with him and notes how you don’t even cringe at how wet and covered the sheets are. He turns off the tv and looks at how your eyes reflect the ocean ceiling in his room. They’re fluttering closed and your chest is finally slowing to a normal rise and fall rhythm.

He looks down at you, covered in sweat and cum from rolling in his sheets and…he just can’t wait to try even more things you.

#toasted sugar cream #cream fem #cream afab #leviathan smut #obey me smut #cream om

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happy-beeeps · 1 year

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Slip of the Tongue

WC: 1.3k

Pairing: PoexMando!reader (Mando a la Sabine, not Din)

Prompt: “You look so pretty” “What did you say?” “I said you look shitty.” from @ghostofskywalker fic exchange because I saw someone write Tech with this prompt and it changed my life.

Warnings: language I guess, but that’s it! Pure fluff~

A/N: This is a oneshot, but I’m gonna start writing more for this pairing soon, I think!

“My favorite thing about you is that you continuously surprise me every day with the new ways you manage to be so stupid.” You say, barely audible over the sound of the power tool Poe is using on one of the open consoles in the Falcon. He cranes his neck over to where you’re at, suspended by a harness working on the ceiling of the ship, head angled towards him.

“And you surprise me everyday with just how romantic you can actually be.” He chirps back, sending you a wink as he gets back to work. You’re grateful he can’t see your expression now beneath your helmet, the glare you’re shooting at him and the rising blush on your cheeks.

Your work on the Falcon seems to neverend, and despite you and Poe’s mutual deep seeded hatred for one another, he’s begrudgingly told you that he “respects your craftsmanship” and refuses to take the Falcon to any other mech in the Resistance. You, in turn, get the immense privilege of working on the ship of your childhood dreams, learning the ins and outs of the hunk of metal. Besides, with Poe comes BB-8, Rey, and Finn, and you much prefer his team to the pilot himself. Today, unfortunately, Poe’s fancy flying has not only placed the Falcon in need of medical attention, but Finn as well, and you’re left alone with Poe to work on the fried circuitry and damaged hyperdrive.

“What was it this time? Hyperdrive jumping?”

“Correction. I was avoiding hyperdrive jumping by gravity launching, you know, going in and out of the different moons and propelling myself forward with it.”

“Both an impressive technique and an impressive failure.” You sigh, and he pokes his head out to peak at you.

“What’s it gonna take to impress you, huh Mando?”

You cringe at the nickname. Well, not as much cringe as you do blush, but still. “I’ll be impressed when you can get her back to me in one piece.”

He smirks, “Yeah, but then I don’t have any excuse to come see you.” When you don’t respond at first he continues, “I bet your helmet is getting steamy just thinking about me.”

He narrowly avoids the wrench you throw at his head.

Poe is remarkably frustrating, he has the unique ability of getting under your skin more than nearly anyone you know, and you’ve worked with Mandalorian coverts and Imperials. It also doesn’t help that he’s sickeningly attractive, and knows it, and you can’t help but wonder if you didn’t hate him so much if you could love him. He’s clearly got a soft side, BB-8 is the most precious droid in the world and follows him around like his shadow, and you’ve never known Finn or Rey to be a bad judge of character. Still, there’s something so aggravating about him that you can barely stand to be in his presence. Then, just as he steps back from the spot near the wall to admire his work, you see him in all his glory, and it dawns on you. Poe is remarkably beautiful. His sleeves are pushed up past his elbows, and his curls are flopping haphazardly around his face, partially slicked back with sweat, and despite it you have a fleeting feeling of wanting to run your hands through his hair. His shirt hangs open in the front and clings to his chest, and he has grease coating his hands and running up his arms, and it makes him look even more ruggedly handsome, as if that was possible.

“You are so pretty” you whisper, then clamp your lips together and pray it was soft enough that it doesn’t get picked up by the modulator in your helmet. Fate is not on your side today, however, and Poe glances at you with wide eyes and a smile.

“What did you say?”

“I said you look shitty.” You respond, voice hurried and nervous.

He doesn’t buy it, not for a moment, and walks over to where you’re suspended, placing a grease covered hand on the cheek of your helmet. “You sure about that, mando?” Before walking down the ramp of the ship and towards the base. You let go a sigh you hadn’t realized you were holding before removing your helmet, and sure enough, inspecting the large grease-print he’s left on your beskar.

“Dank ferric, Dameron.” You hiss, but he’s already gone.

* * *

You’re in your quarters, scrubbing away at the stubborn mark Poe left on your helmet, mumbling to yourself, when you’re distracted from your work by a tap on the foot. BB-8 is in front of you, beeping excitedly and rolling around your quarters. “Hey buddy,” you smile, setting your helmet down beside you to pat the little droid.

“How's the cleaning?” comes a voice from the hallway, and you whip your head back to the doorway to see the insufferable pilot looming in it.

“Come to admire your handiwork?” You say, gesturing to the still spotted helmet beside you.

He laughs and lets himself into your quarters, looking at the various discarded armor pieces and ship pieces lying around before letting his eyes fall back to you. “Something like that, yeah.”

You feel tiny underneath the intensity of his stare, and now worry that you may have

offended him with your comment earlier. “Look, Poe, I-”

“I was thinking about what you said earlier.”

You wince. “Oh?”

“I think you look shitty too.” He states, walking towards you and picking up the helmer from the floor. “I think you look so shitty with your helmet on.” He brushes a hand over it delicately, so carefully that you stand up immediately.

“Ok, listen, I didn’t mean-”

“You look super shitty when you’re in a flight suit too, when you join us on a mission.” He’s looking back around your room now, and your mouth is opening and closing like a fish.

“Excuse me?”

“You look even more shitty when you meet Rey for a drink, and you wear that one green top with the,” he moves his arm across his chest to indicate a cutout, you think, when you imagine the green top he’s thinking of.

“Poe.”

“But,” and he moves to stand in front of you, his chest rising and falling quickly now, and you realize how red his cheeks are when he’s standing in front of you. “I think you look most shitty right now, with your hair like this, in your rec clothes, hanging out with bb-8.” And then Poe Dameron does the most unthinkable thing. In a quick movement, he runs his fingers over the hair by your ear, pulls his other hand up to meet your face, and cups your cheeks to bring you in for a kiss.

And oh. Oh. You get it. You get absolutely every good thing that’s ever been said about Poe Dameron before. He tastes like sweets and a little bit of alcohol and smells like fuel and something warm and musky, is it amber? He kisses you with the slowness of a nervous man and the hunger of a starved one, before pulling back and looking at you.

“Did you get it? The shitty thing? Because you said I was pretty and then shitty?”

“I got it, Poe.” You breathe, arms draped around his neck. You haven’t moved since you both pulled apart, and neither of you wants to break the moment first, worried you’ll scare it away.

He makes the first move, going to play with a piece of hair that slipped free from your braid, running it between his fingers. “You really are pretty, Mando,” he mumbles, and you blush before opening your mouth to respond. He doesn’t let you, instead pulling you in for another kiss. Poe Dameron doesn’t need you to tell him you think he’s pretty. He already knows.

#poe dameron x reader #poe x reader #poe dameron #poe dameron x you #poe x you #sw fic #sw tfa #sw sequels #star wars fic

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elvesofnoldor · 7 months

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it makes me sad whenever i see Lestat suggested that Louis was a greater love than Nicki, when Nicki was actually the the truest of his loves. VC literally never had one (1) single wholesome romances, it was literally never a love story, except! of course a romance that occured between two characters when they were still living human. But Nobody could see this because everybody was busy not understanding why Nicki and Lestat's relationship fell apart and why Nicki was mentally ill/depressed.

Honestly it's partially Anne Rice's fault, she made Nicki talked like in abstracts in his break-up scene with Lestat. He was all "your light" and "darkness in my heart" and shit, he spoke like a depressed tolkien character so how is anybody supposed to know what he's talking about. Plus, because Lestat never knew why Nicki was miserable in the first place, he couldn't make the readers understand either. But all the clues are there, it's not hard to piece together the whole picture.

Nicki was the son of a wealthy merchant, despite not being born of aristocrat blood, he lived a life in luxury and was afford the best education. Hell, his family was rich enough that with his allowances Nicki could afford lessons with Mozart. the best of best musicians of his time. Fucking Mozart. He was educated to become a lawyer, a respected member of bourgeois class. Now, Nicki's racial coding is very vague, but he had curly hair and dark skin, which made me wonder if he had Romanian heritage, but that doesn't have to be the case. Either way, to belong with the higher society of French European bourgeois was probably considered a great privilege for Nicki. But then he decided to pursue a career as a violinist and ran away with Lestat to Paris and threw all of that out of the window to live in poverty with Lestat. Now, consider how scandalous what all of that would have looked to his rich Parisian friends and his family, he eloped with his lover (another man) to pursue a doomed career in the arts, can you imagine what sort of vile insults were being said behind his back and into his face? Lestat mentioned that Nicki's friends actually visited Nicki once, and they never even bothered to speak to Lestat. Do you ever wonder why they visited Nicki in the shitty apartment he shared with Lestat? Is it simply social calls? now, life in poverty wasn't that big of a deal with Lestat, since his failure of an aristocrat family wasted most of their family wealth away and they mostly just lived in a shitty broken castle, all title no wealth. Lestat already experienced much hardship in life from a very young age, and doing lowly manual labours to survive isn't that big of a drop in quality of life for him. Of course Lestat loved the luxuries that Bourgeois enjoyed: the frock coat, the pretty jewelries, but frankly he enjoyed those things the way um, a poor gay kid from 1980s dressing up for balls enjoyed jewelries and designer clothes. He was never part of bourgeois class nor had he ever wanted to be part of it, not the way Nicki aspired to actually belong in that society or cared much for high society's rules. Nicki told Lestat once that he enjoyed "sin", at that point in their conversation, they were talking about arts and theatre, so yes im sure "sin" was partially about Lestat's love for low brow arts. However, it was also quite obvious that he was actually talking about their relationship. And yeah honestly it's just Nicki's internalized homophobia talking. I don't think Lestat agreed, probably cause his mom always told him it's not a bad thing to be different and to be "an outsider", but Nicki probably did not have parental figures or friends in his life who taught him to believe in these things.

Yet Nicki was still very much in love with Lestat, Lestat made him very happy. I know what he said in a heat of passion and despair afterwards, but Nicki did not come to Paris cause he harboured some sort of nefarious intentions. He simply believed that being in love with another man was inherently sinful and bad, because you know, internalized homophobia. Being in love with Lestat made him happy, so he believed that the happiness he felt must also be bad and sinful. Basically he felt that being happy is a symptom of moral corruption, he only deserved to be miserable and live in guilt at all times. When Lestat could not understand his pain, it made him feel even more alone and miserable. Yet despite all of that, when Lestat could not understand his perspective, he retracted to himself because he did not want to burden Lestat with his misery. Lestat was with him, and to Nicki, surely he could ignore his own pain a little longer, a little better because of it! Except that of course Lestat would leave him very soon. Lestat soon confided in him that someone was stalking him, and shortly after Lestat went missing and has gone AWOL for months! months! Lestat was told that Nicki was worried sick, and i think in fear and in paranoia and grief, Nicki started to suspect the very worst and most bizzare. Months and months of horrible grief only for Lestat to gift he and their friends a luxurious apartment and their theatre. Nicki felt abandoned, he felt insulted that Lestat thinks material wealth is more important to him than his company. Lestat was the only thing that made life bearable for Nicki, and it broke Nicki's heart that Lestat thought he could have a life without him. So when Lestat came back to him dead and wrong, all Nicki's love in his heart turned into hate, and he lashed out at Lestat. Lestat has made him feel so miserable and alone, so he intended to hurt Lestat back. In fact, at that point his grief and paranoia probably led him to convince himself that Lestat either never loved him or didn't love him anymore. Again, Nicki thought that one person who made life feel like worth living, that one person that gave his life any meaning at all, just didn't want him anymore.

Lestat spent 60 years in a painful relationship with Louis but he had so little self-love that he considered 60 years of pain better than 6 months of bliss. All because what? Nicki coped with being dead and the existential despair that it caused in a very diabolical and theatrical way and Louis coped with being dead by being a spiteful little bitch pretending to be more human than Lestat like it's a competition? idk man at least Nicki actually loved Lestat.

#if not for nicki then why would Lestat tried to recreate what he had with Nicki when he met Louis?#Lestat was just trying to give all the love he had for Nicki to Louis. and Louis wouldn't have it!#he had no idea what precious thing he rejected #mae overshares

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iwoulddieforienzo · 8 months

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ienzo and vanitas study! im curious

HOKAY so I'm not sure I can give you a Study. per se. Because I personally don't really Understand Vanitas on a deep level and I tend to think of him in terms of what he represents(?) for other characters. BUT I WILL TALK ABOUT SOME THOUGHTS I HAVE ABOUT THEM. below the cut bc this got Long and Rambly

SO. the Big Thing that Vanitas and Ienzo have in common is their lives being completely and utterly dictated by The Same Guy. Mr. Xehanort himself. GRANTED Ienzo also had to contend with his shitty dad polycule but at the core of it all, they were both used and manipulated by a man who fully expected both of them to die, who wanted at least Vanitas to die, and lost any childhood they could have had in his infinite pursuit of Kingdom Hearts. Both of them were very, very young when Xehanort stole their identities and bodies and set them on a futile quest to get back what was theirs, all while working for/seemingly being at least partially raised by the man who killed them in the first place. Both of them are in a shaky, uncomfortable place at the end of KH3 (assuming that Vani reforms) where neither of them knows who they are or what they want. Neither of them knows how to be a person, and neither of them have ever really wanted to know, but they're being forced into it because all the people who controlled their lives, whether indirectly or directly, have completely fucked off, rejected them, died, or decided that they were going to be a Good Boy now. And neither of them can handle it!

Vanitas spent his entire existence desperately trying to re-fuse with Ventus. Vanitas would rather fade into darkness than exist independently. But now he has to exist on his own and contend with the fact that his entire being is based on someone who does not want him and everything he has ever done was futile. He's angry and tired and hurt. What scraps of an identity he built for himself were all based on spite and Ventus. So now what.

Ienzo, too, has never really had an identity. I think it really says something that Ienzo can't really conceptualize the idea that he was too young to have any fault for what happened at Radiant Garden. Obviously there's a couple reasons for that, but the one that's important here, I think, is that the only thing he had to define himself at the time was his intellect and the fact that he was, technically, a scientist. He ran around in a little lab coat and was involved in experiments; of course baby him thought he was a coworker instead of purely a ward. He was too little to have even figured out if he liked sports, never mind that he seemed traumatized even back then. Xehanort DID NOT HELP, and it is very likely that Ienzo was groomed by him. (not for sexual reasons, mind, just his utter loyalty). And then he was stripped of his heart and emotions for the next 10 years. All he knows about Ienzo is that he was a smart scientist who caused the fall of Radiant Garden, so that's who he is now that he's whole again. And this is an impression he got from the other apprentices, not any memory he has of being Ienzo.

Moreover, thanks to Xehanort (and basically every other Adult at the time) both Vanitas and Ienzo think that they're fundamentally broken in some way, incapable of ever being fully human in any meaningful way, and evil beyond saving. How they respond to this is different, of course, with Vani choosing to embrace being The Bad One as spitefully as he can while Ienzo just silently turns all his anger towards Everything inward.

So. Where does that leave them?

Vanitas, I think, would find himself infinitely frustrated by Ienzo's passive acceptance of everything that happened to him. Vanitas is bitter and angry, all the time. He's known that his life was messed up from the moment he came into existence, has hated his Master from the moment he was capable of it, but went along with the ride because he had an end goal and Xehanort, seemingly, could get him to it. I think he sees himself in Ienzo, willingly being strung along by whoever has grabbed his leash despite how he really ""should know better"" (in Vanitas' deeply questionable opinion). I think he'd also be bitter that Ienzo got to be whole again while Vanitas will never be whole (again, in his deeply questionable opinion) and how he seems to have his shit figured out (more than Vanitas, anyway). But I also think he feels a weird sort of.. kinship? responsibility? over this kid who is so much like him. He can kind of sense Ienzo's secret rage, and sympathizes (um. in a distinctly Vanitas way) with Ienzo's fear of keyblades. Buuuut.... hes also, just a little, frightened of him. Because Ienzo is powerful, and dangerous, and the only thing keeping him from being Zexion again is Ienzo's manufactured guilt and common decency. Vanitas could physically fight off any Organization member, but there's hardly anything he can do about illusions.

Ienzo, meanwhile, would probably like Vanitas well enough? Ienzo doesn't really let himself have opinions, not unless hes talking to his shitty dad polycule, so what exactly he thinks about Vanitas can be hard to extrapolate. But he does find himself mildly frustrated by Vanitas' inability to take responsibility for his own actions - Vani continues to struggle to see himself as a complete person and tends to blame others for the things he does. In a, "Ventus refused to fuse with me so all the pain I inflict on his friends is his fault" kind of way. (But of course, this comes more from Ienzo's need to take on responsibility for everything bad that happened ever rather than any moral frustration with Vanitas' actions) But, Ienzo's used to dealing with jackasses, and is more comfortable around rude assholes than he is kind and polite people, so he doesn't mind Vanitas' Attitude. Ienzo likes that Vanitas is so straightforward about what he wants, and doesn't bother having any secret intentions (unless he wants to start a fight). Ienzo, having grown up as a heartless creature of the Dark, is more comfortable with Darkness anyway. (And Darkness is more comfortable with him, but that's another story.) But Also. A very large part of him is Immoral Scientist so while hes trying VERY HARD to be Polite about it I do think he is tempted to strap Vani down to his vivisection table, and is generally fascinated with his existence.

On a nicer note I think that Vani met baby Ienzo, though I’m not sure when. Not for very long, probably just wondering why his floods were gently inspecting this kid and being inspected in return. I also think that they’d be very good friends. I tend to gently push the two of them together in aus when I can, and I think they’d be surprisingly good for each other!

Vani’s like “where’s your FIRE where’s your RAGE you were WRONGED, you should BITE PEOPLE ABOUT IT!!!” and Ienzo keeps him in check while also not trying to fundamentally change him or even really make him “nicer”. Vanitas, I think, would be very curious about the world once he reforms but weary of being around anyone associated with the Light, and he knows they don’t like him and it’s mutual, but that doesn’t mean he appreciates being hated everywhere he goes. But Ienzo doesn’t hate him, and in fact, seems to rather like him, and is happy to answer any questions Vani may have about anything. He doesn’t seem to want anything out of Vanitas other than to ask some questions about his existence every so often. Most of the time, my sort of.. headcanon, I suppose, though it’s more like a fun scenario, of how they meet again and become friends is that Vani sort of slinks around Radiant Garden for Light Warrior Reasons and Ienzo, who can smell him and therefore always knows when he’s nearby, starts sloooooowly gaining his trust by being overall very friendly and polite but keeping his distance. Vani’s like a weird, spicy little stray cat and Ienzo is metaphorically (but also sometimes physically) feeding him until he follows him home and refuses to leave. I think they’d figure out how to Person together, with Ienzo helping Vani discover what he is outside of Ventus & Xehanort while Vani pushes Ienzo into unpacking his emotions about his fucked up life and breaking free of his self-inflicted stifling of himself. They’re shockingly functional! (and also touch starved as hell and I like to imagine Vanitas randomly deciding to latch onto Ienzo and refusing to let go. Ienzo doesn’t even care he’s just like “hi Vanitas :)” and moves on with his day with a whole ass gremlin attached to him. They’re sillayyy)

Sorry for getting back to you late I completely passed out after writing the opening :,D hopefully this makes sense lol. boy howdy this is Long but I hope it’s at least kind of what you were looking for??

#There is more I could say about my thoughts about them but words machine...... not great. and also im just not that smart lmao #kh #snack time #longpost #anon ask #ienzo kh #vanitas kh

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writing-lootcrate · 2 years

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Swimming Lessons

Word Count: 1,607

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character: Kisa Stein

Prompt: Stein signs Kisa up for swimming lessons

“Kisa, I have some news for you that I think you’ll be interested in.”

Kisa looked up from the book she held in her hands, brunette brow raised curiously at her father’s statement. Today had been a fairly quiet day for the younger Stein since her father had been out and about for most of it, leaving her in the lab alone with nothing but the book in her hand to occupy her. She would have been angry with him for interrupting just when the plot had begun to get interesting if she weren’t curious about what news he was planning to share with her.

“Is it about that endangered fox you dissected last week?” She couldn’t help but ask about it, knowing damn well that said fox was something that was probably incredibly rare and her father had sliced it open like it were nothing. “Is PETA trying to sue you or something? I wouldn’t be surprised.”

“No, this has nothing to do with the fox, Kisa.” Stein frowned at this, rolling his eyes at the thought. “Don’t even get me started about PETA since they kill more pets yearly than I’ve ever managed to lay a finger on within the span of my life.”

“Ah, I didn’t know PETA was such a shitty and hypocritical organization.” Kisa looked genuinely surprised by this, her hand moving over to the little table at her bedside as she grabbed a glass of water and took a sip from it.

“Anyway, as I was saying,” Stein moved a hand to reach into the pocket of his lab coat to retrieve something, soon pulling out a colorful piece of paper that he looked over once before glancing back up to his daughter. “I wasn’t sure whether or not you would be interested, but Spirit said that I should surprise you with it. They’re some kind of swimming team or something of the sort—”

Kisa choked on the water in her mouth at the mention of swimming, the water rocketing out of her mouth and spraying Stein in the stomach thanks to the considerable height difference between the two. He couldn’t help but stare down at the wet spot on his shirt with a frown, slowly glancing back to Kisa with his expression conveying how unamused he was. “Don’t get too overexcited.”

“What the hell did you do that for?!” Kisa was hacking and coughing at this point, trying to regain her breath from her near-death experience. “Swim team?! Of all things?!”

“Oh dear, am I not fathering right?”

Kisa looked up at her father in abject horror at the thought of joining the swim team and judging from the sound of it he had already signed her up before coming home. Her heart raced at the thought of being made to swim with a team, much less being made to swim in general. It wouldn’t be so bad if she had talked things through with her dad before he had decided to sign her up for some kind of extracurricular activity. She didn’t mind having something other than school for her to do, she just needed literally anything else.

Kisa doesn’t know how to swim.

Every time that Kisa had been made to try and swim in the past, she would always end up sinking beneath the surface after a solid minute or so of wild flailing to try and keep her body afloat. To be fair, a lot of this took place in a time when Kisa was a mere child who didn’t really know any better, though remembering the feeling of suffocation as water filled her lungs and her eyes burning as she tried to see through the endless pools of water that surrounded her on all sides was enough to make her, for the most part, hydrophobic.

“I-I mean, no, it’s fine, I just… Is this the only thing that was available? Wasn’t there something like, I don’t know, softball? Hockey? Literally anything else other than the swim team?”

“This was the only thing that was left on the bulletin board; Spirit saw that I was looking and helped talk me through it saying that extracurricular activities are good for kids your age.” Stein’s expression remained as stoic as usual, the light catching the frames of his glasses and hiding his eyes from his daughter who was very displeased with the news. “I’m sure it’s not as bad as you’re making it out to be, you know; at least give it a chance and try it out and if you still don’t like it, I won’t make you go back again.”

After a moment or so of thought, Kisa let out a pent-up sigh of frustration as she slowly nodded her head to show that she agreed with what he had planned for her. Arguing with him about it wouldn’t get her anywhere so she might as well go along with it and see what ends up happening, right?

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The day that Kisa was dreading had finally reared its ugly head as she stood at the edge of the pool in the one-piece bathing suit for the swim team members, hoping that the slight shaking of her body from the fear of drowning would be mistaken for chills from the cooler temperature after having been made to change. The rest of her team was currently grouped together on the other side of the pool and chatting amongst themselves happily, not even sparing Kisa so much as a glance as they were far too distracted trying to befriend one another. It worked out for Kisa though, since it meant that she had a little bit of time to try and psych herself up before facing one of her biggest fears.

Kisa took a deep breath as she eyed the water from the side, slowly easing herself to the ground and sitting at the edge of the pool with her knees tucked up to her chest, leaning forward ever so slightly just to take a peek at the water without having the nerves to actually make contact with it. What really didn’t help is that she was fairly certain that Stein was still somewhere nearby, and the feeling of him somehow seeing this side of her only made things worse for her in her mind.

Having not been paying attention thanks to the pounding of her heart ringing in her ears, Kisa had lost track of the other swim team members completely as she stared at her reflection in the water, taking note that she would probably have to remove her glasses when the time came which only sent another pang of fear coursing through her as she realized that she wouldn’t even be able to properly see.

Just as she had taken a deep breath and closed her eyes as if she had come to accept the circumstances, a shove from behind sent her into a panic as her eyes opened just in time to see the water of the pool getting closer to her face, her body tumbling into the cold liquid with a splash. With her entire body submerged underneath its depths, she wasn’t able to properly hear the giggles of her fellow swim team members who were none the wiser, under the assumption that they had pulled off a simple little prank that wouldn’t amount to much of anything.

She panicked.

Every calming thought that she’d gone over to try and keep herself mentally afloat had gone out the window the moment the shock of what had happened as well as the sudden cold rush from the water hit her and reality set in. Almost as if by pure instinct, she opened her mouth to take a deep breath only for water to start rushing in to take its place. The combination of water surrounding her on all sides and losing her glasses made everything incredibly blurry, and she was certain that she had no clue which way was up and that this is where she would drown.

Kisa could feel a wave of movement from her right as if someone else had suffered the same fate as she, her limbs struggling but failing to raise her closer to the water’s surface as her lungs slowly but surely started to fail her. The feeling of someone grabbing her arm nearly sent her into an even worse frenzy until her body started to move, the figure struggling but succeeding in pulling her to safety.

The moment that her head broke the tension of the water and fresh air was dangled right in front of her, Kisa took the opportunity to cough and hack up the water that had forcefully entered her lungs, taking deep breaths as her hands gently flailed about to find the edge of the pool, clinging to it for dear life once her savior led her towards it as she struggled to breathe.

“Are you okay?”

Kisa nearly didn’t hear the person speaking to her as fear drowned out most of what was happening around her until they placed a hand on her shoulder and forced her to turn towards them slightly, the person easing one hand away from the pool’s edge (with difficulty thanks to her iron grip on it) to give her glasses back and help her see. She could only really manage a shake of her head in a small and frantic ‘no’, pulling herself closer to the wall of the pool than before as she shakily placed her glasses back over her eyes, looking around her desperately with difficulty as the water on her glasses blurred her vision and made it harder to spot a ladder or stairs to get out.

Kisa started making her way to the nearest ladder with the help of the wall as the person who had pulled her out of the water was telling off those who had pushed her in, but it fell on deaf ears as Kisa’s main focus was getting the hell out of there. As soon as her hands made contact with the cold metal of the ladder she used what remaining strength she had to pull herself up and out of the pool, walking as fast as she possibly could with her head down towards the direction of the locker room to grab her stuff and leave.

It took longer than she would have liked to change back into her regular clothes thanks to the shakiness of her hands, but once she was back in her own clothes and had wiped her glasses free of water, Kisa sat on the bench closest to her and took a moment to finally breathe, her body going slack as she allowed herself to relax before she left.

The sound of the door to the locker room opening made her turn her head away immediately, not wanting to see any of the people who may have been involved in pushing her in out of embarrassment, though a familiar voice called out to her and made her turn her head slightly, but not fully, in their direction.

“Hey! You’re Kisa, right? I wanted to come in and check on you…”

Kisa immediately recognized the voice as the one that had come from the person who had essentially saved her life mere moments ago, taking in the girl’s taupe-colored hair held up in pigtails and her pale green eyes, currently looking at her in genuine concern after the recent fiasco.

“Y-Yeah, I’m Kisa…”

She mentally cursed at herself at the sound of her voice quivering in response, settling for looking down at her hands as she clenched and unclenched them as a distraction. The sound of footsteps coming closer had her eyes slowly drift to the floor at the girl’s feet for a moment, quickly moving back to her hands at the sound of the girl sitting down beside her.

“I…” Kisa’s voice seemed to be failing her as she struggled to find the words she wanted to say, cheeks reddening in embarrassment as she turned away from the kind girl, finding a rather interesting crack in the wall to stare at. “I don’t know how to swim.”

She didn’t give the girl the chance to respond as she finally let go of the irritation and fear that was weighing on her that day, finally risking a look to the other and nearly stopping at the sight of her listening patiently. “I didn’t even want to do this in the first place, but my dad signed me up for it without asking me, and now I’m stuck here because he told me I should at least ‘give it a try’, but I didn’t have the guts to tell him that I don’t even fucking know how to swim in the first place, and because of that I nearly drowned before practice had even started—”

Kisa went on to vent to the girl for a moment or so longer, only stopping when she realized that she didn’t really ask to listen in on her problems, her posture slackening as she sighed in irritation at the entire thing. This whole ordeal could have been avoided if she would have just spoken up to her father about the situation, but instead her own stubbornness and fear had nearly cost her life to drown away.

“Thank you for saving me.”

The girl gave her a gentle pat on the back in response to this along with a “no problem!’ as the two settled into a comfortable silence for a few minutes, the quiet only being broken once the girl spoke up.

“To be honest, I didn’t really want to do this either; actually, my father was the one who signed me up for this as well, but of course, he went and did it without asking me.” She huffed in annoyance at her own misfortune, crossing her arms over her chest. “That idiot has no clue what kind of things that I’m into, but he’s too persistent to just leave me alone.”

She sighed after speaking and took a moment to shake her head, looking over at Kisa and offering her hand to the other as she went to stand, offering Kisa a smile. “Since neither of us really want to be here, let’s just leave and do something else; I’ve got things to do anyway and I’m sure that you don’t really want to be here any longer either, right?”

Kisa hesitated a moment as she stared at the girl’s hand, feeling a smile start to tug at her lips as she placed her hand in the other’s own, bringing herself to her feet as she nodded in agreement. There was no way in hell that she was going to stay here and make a fool of herself all over again. As soon as Kisa had agreed to her plan, the girl offered a smile as she turned to one of the lockers and grabbed her clothes to change, and once the two were ready they made their way out of the locker room and head towards the exit.

“So, Kisa is your name, right? I’m Maka, a meister at the DWMA; it sucks that we met this way, but maybe this was fate or something?” Maka put her hand out for Kisa to shake once again, a smile passing between the two as they were about to go their separate ways. Kisa returned the handshake with a small nod of agreement and the two parted, though just as Kisa turned to leave and begin her trip towards home, Maka spoke up once again.

“Hey… If you aren’t busy or anything, would you like to join me? I’m meeting up with some friends in a little bit and I don’t think they’d mind if you tagged along.”

Kisa turned around with her eyes widening a little in surprise, not quite expecting someone to have wanted to befriend her so soon after coming here, her stomach trying not to do somersaults at the revelation. After a second though, she realized that Maka was looking at her expectantly waiting for a response, and her brain fried, her words coming out in stutters and utter nonsense.

“W-Well, I don’t really want to intrude or anything on your gathering and all, so—”

Sensing her hesitation, Maka took her hand and began to pull Kisa after her with a gentle laugh. “Nonsense! C’mon, they’re waiting for us at the basketball court; I’m sure they’ll like you and see how nice you are! Plus, there’s a bench there where you can sit out and take a break if you aren’t really feeling up to it, though I can’t guarantee that Blackstar won’t talk your ear off about joining for a game, but even then—”

Finally gaining control of her footing, Kisa walked alongside Maka hand in hand as she listened to her ramble about her friends and what they were like, doing her best to follow along in her mind what to expect from who before she got there. She was both absolutely terrified of the idea of meeting all of these people as well as excited, though she’d never mention the latter aloud even if her life depended on it. Despite having nearly drowned in the pool less than an hour prior, things seemed to be working in her favor as she smiled at Maka nervously as the two made their way to the basketball court where even more new people await.

#Kisa Drabbles [ Fic ]#Kisa Stein [ Character ]#Soul Eater [ Fandom ]

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darling-i-read-it · 3 years

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Going Anywhere

Albert Weser x fem!reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: manipulation, general bad guy stuff, violence, guns,

Author’s Note: no cause mr matrix man albert wesker please let me make out with you

here you get wesker today as a treat

Summary: You mention that if Wesker doesn’t need you than you should just leave. He doesn’t take to kindly to that.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director/creator

(not my gif)

Ada reloaded her gun swiftly and then holstered it. She took out her shotgun and reloaded that one, doing her regular maintenance before moving on. You did the same.

“You know, I see you more than I see Leon,” she commented, a fond look on her face. You raised an eyebrow as you handed her some extra arrows you had grabbed for her.

“That’s too bad. He’s got a pretty face,” you muttered.

“So do you,” she said. You rolled your eyes.

“But I’m not head over heels in love with you like he is,” you said. Ada stood up straight. She was very good at knowing which buttons to push, even better than you.

“No, because you’re in love with Wesker.” You scoffed.

“I am not in love with Wesker,” you said but even you had to admit it didn’t sound very convincing. You and Wesker had been working together for years. You and Ada worked together on and off, mostly when you ran into each other but it wasn't a constant thing. You always were working on the same side but you trusted that if you weren’t she wouldn’t hesitate to move past you. But you and Wesker were aligned. You always have been.

“You can’t lie to me,” she said.

“I most definitely can Miss Wong. We lie to each other all the time.” You looked over yourself, making sure that everything was where it should be. It all looked in order. Ada rolled her eyes.

“Not about the important things.”

“You consider my love life important but not global termination?” you asked, laughing. She pushed forward and opened the door.

“If it involved Wesker finally having someone to take out the stick up his ass, then yes it’s important.”

“I thought you didn’t like Wesker.”

“I don’t. But I don’t like anyone.”

“You like Leon Kennedy.”

“Stop deflecting. We have work to do.” You rolled your eyes and took out your machine gun. She was right. Your love lives were not the priority here. But Ada always had a way of making the conversation about something other than the awful things you had to do.

“Alright alright.” You held up your gun. “Move aside.” She smiled.

“No.”

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You put your hair down as you walked into the small place that Wesker was holding up. It made you miss the mansion. It was too small and it didn’t fit him at all. You had at least been able to stay here for a couple weeks. You would rather have a shitty place to stay for longer than a nice place to stay for a day.

“How is Ada Wong?” Wesker called through the thin walls. He always knew where you were. It was creepy.

“Ada is fine. Still wearing those awful heels,” you muttered. You started to take off the many weapons and put them on the pile along with the ones Wesker had. You took off your coat and placed it down. He was silent on the other side of the wall. Focused. You took off your boots and walked to the other side of the wall. He was leaning over a desk, furiously typing something into a computer.

There were viles next to him, syringes, different liquids you didn’t understand. He was the one who dealt with that kind of stuff. You were going to be silent, just let him work, until he spoke up.

“Did you run into any friends?”

“What do you mean by friends?” You picked up one of the chest prototypes that he was looking into using. He had Jill Valentine and he wanted to make sure it was ready before he dared try it on her.

“Did you run into the Redfields?”

“I did not. Good thing too, Chris has the capability to kill me,” you said. He lifted his head up and turned to look at you. He wasn’t wearing his glasses, they were tossed to the side on the desk.

“Chris couldn’t kill you. He liked you too much.”

“Chris liked Jill and then you killed Jill,” you commented. “Or at least he thought you did.”

“Why do you continue to bring that up?”

“Because Jill owes me 20 dollars that I will never get,” you said absentmindedly. You picked up one of the papers Wesker had out on the tables. It had details about things you didn’t understand but you still tried to read it. You didn’t want to not know what was going on.

Wesker grew silent again. You walked over to the desk and took out the medical supplies you kept in there. You had gotten a few cuts you should tend to. You sat down and took off your bulletproof vest and then your shirt, revealing the injuries you had gotten.

Wesker glanced over at you and then back at his work. He wasn’t sure if you were trying to distract him on purpose but it was working. You seemed to be trying to give him his space, tending to yourself in content silence. But he watched as you wrapped the bandage around your shoulder with a wince. He looked down at his papers then rolled his eyes, standing up.

“You should learn how to properly do that,” he said, taking it from you forcefully. You scoffed.

“I can do it,” you argued.

“No,” he said, pulling up the chair behind him so he could sit. “You can’t.” You looked into his eyes.

“When are you going to learn that just because I’m a mere mortal, doesn’t mean I can’t do things on my own. We’re partners, Wesker.” He looked up and met your eyes, tugging on the knot he just made tightly. You didn’t wince.

“We were partners,” he said, referring to your time as S.T.A.R.S members. “So was Jill and Chris. Now look at them.” You rolled your eyes, moving your shoulder around to stretch it.

“So I can leave then?”

He had a rare surprised expression on his face at that.

“Do you want to leave?” His tone remained neutral as ever but there was a slight tinge in it that only someone very close to him would even notice.

“If we aren’t partners, why not?”

“I get what you’re trying to do but it doesn’t matter.” He stood up. “You won’t leave me.” You stood up as well. You were in a mood to challenge him. You hadn’t done that in a fat minute.

“How can you be so sure? I could walk out that door and never come back. I could work with Ada Wong or hell, I could find Chris and take up a job with him,” you suggested. “Chris would love to see me.”

“Stop toying with me. We have work to do.”

“Can you get it done without me?”

“Yes, of course I can,” he insisted but he didn’t even believe that and it showed in his voice. He honestly didn’t know what he would do without you. You had been a part of his plan since the very beginning. You were his partner, he never wanted to leave you behind and you were strong enough to never be a weak spot.

“Alright then,” you said, picking your jacket back up. “Mail Chris my sunglasses.” Wesker grabbed your arm tightly. You had been tempting the line between a joke and something serious. But you didn’t regret it. He needed to be tempted every once in a while to keep him as humble as he could be.

“Why must you be so infuriating?” he asked and it seemed like a genuine question. Like he was also trying to figure it out.

“It keeps you sane.” He grabbed your chin with his gloveless hand. You looked up at him and he couldn’t help himself. He kissed you. It was a wonder he had never done it before. It was brief but fueled by years of emotion on both ends.

He pulled away and let you go.

“Go run to Chris Redfield then,” he said offhandedly. You were so shocked he had kissed you that you didn’t even have a quip back. You went to grab his arm but his reflexes made him move fast enough away from you. You leaned forward anyway and kissed him again. You stumbled into him but he caught you expertly, not even losing his balance a bit. You pulled away and he brushed your hair out of your face. “What, don’t want to leave now?”

“I don’t appreciate this kind of manipulation Albert,” you told him. He couldn’t help but smile.

“I knew you weren’t going anywhere.”

#albert wesker x reader #albert wesker imagines #resident evil imagines

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sortasirius · 3 years

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“Carry On” and...Yikes.

Well clowns, looks like the clown calls were coming from inside the house this entire time.

I so desperately wish I wasn’t writing this right now. I so wish that I could be writing something better, something joyful, something happy about this fifteen year journey with these characters. It seems as though the show had other ideas, so in we go.

So...the dog was cool. Also interesting that Dean was back to his breakup/grieving coping mechanisms: not making his bed, messy room, beer all over the place, Sam making breakfast, etc.

So I guess I better just start off with how...off this episode felt in regards to Dean specifically. Idk why he suddenly wanted a dog and Sam had no real interest in one, since the opposite has been true for, idk, fifteen years, but whatever, I was willing to let it go.

I thought the pie thing was a sweet scene, it was funny and nice and a good button on Dean’s pie thing.

Weird to, you know, bring up Cas and not mention his tragic ass deal and why he got got, but whatever.

I cannot physically believe that this MOTW aspect was, quite literally, so much of the plot. Like...we figured that it was going to be an aspect, but for it to be SO MUCH? Bruh. I am such a fucking fool lmfao.

Again, cool to see Cas’ coat in the back. Too bad it wasn’t addressed.

Jenny. Bitch. Come on. Of ALL the villains in the FIFTEEN YEARS of Supernatural. Jenny. Who was in....one....episode. Ok.

I mean that line about the high school thing was funny, I did laugh at that moment. Fuck I love Dean Winchester.

I cannot believe I specced so much about the barn scene. Are y’all telling me that “The Night We Met” is being claimed by......Sam and Dean. Fuck off.

I mean, I thought Dean was going to die, and the scene actually did play out pretty similarly to how I thought. It was probably the most powerful moment in the episode. I am very glad that it was Dean’s choice, his choice and his peace to let go.

“Let me look at you. There he is. I am so proud of you, Sam.”

I do love this, I love this because Dean is able to look at his work, the man that he raised, and tell him these things. He was Sam’s parent, he raised Sam into the man he is today, and he should be damn proud of that.

I do love this most of scene, I really do, I love my boys, these brothers so damn much, and at least, at the very least, I have this scene of them.

Forehead touch was weird, I’m just gonna say it.

I feel like most of this episode was montages lol. I mean I always hate sad Sam but at this point I still fully felt like we were going to get closure and we just...didn’t.

The Austin number was a cool detail, I liked that bc I picked up on it right away (since, you know, my phone is a 512 number lmao).

What a lackluster goodbye to the Bunker. I had no clue that was going to be the last time we saw it ever.

FUCK AT LEAST I GOT MY DAMN HEAVEN BAR.

The scene with Bobby was nice, it was good to see him. We did get our remade Heaven, that’s also nice to know.

“It ain’t just Heaven, Dean. It’s the Heaven you deserve.”

He does deserve this. An open Heaven, the people he loves, finally some peace, he deserves that, and I am glad that he got it.

Our second Cas mention. Great. Thanks guys.

I mean thanks Jim and Jensen for the microexpressions I guess lmao.

So I am supposed to believe. That Dean. Whose entire arc has been speaking his truth, specifically speaking his truth to Cas. Where he has been stopped twice before this season. Is going to just drive around in circles for forty years until Sam gets there? Yeah, that’s gonna be a no from me, dawg.

And Sam gets married and has a kid that he names Dean, and the unspecified dark haired woman in the back of the ten minute montage is supposed to be enough for me to buy that it’s Eileen? Bruh.

Also it’s BACK TO BACK MONTAGES??? WITH TWO VERSIONS OF CARRY ON WAYWARD SON?

Sam’s age makeup???? Hello???? AT FIRST THEY DIDN’T EVEN AGE HIM THEY JUST PUT HIM IN A WIG?????

That cover of Wayward Son did slap but was it enough? No.

Even that bridge moment didn’t hit right because Sam didn’t cross it? He was just suddenly there.

It just fucking sucks. It sucks that their reunion doesn’t land right because they...didn’t do anything when they were apart. Sam had his kid sure but Dean literally just drove around. No mention of Cas or of Eileen. Nothing. So the last moment of this show I love feels tainted and hollow and just wrong.

It sucks. I’m not going to lie. But the worst thing about it? Is that it doesn’t make any sense. I have not spent two years of my life picking apart the writing rooms in Supernatural, lauding this current team for what they’ve accomplished for it to end like this. I know many of you will regard me as a complete tinhat freak right now, but this, to me, does not feel like an episode that Andrew Dabb wrote. Hell, it doesn’t feel like an episode of Supernatural.

None of the arcs were completed: Dean didn’t get to speak his truth to Cas, Sam never got to become the leader, the legacy hunter he was meant to. We don’t see them with Cas or Eileen, we don’t even hear about them.

Listen, there’s a lot that...simply doesn’t add up to me. First of all, the episode was SHORT, and most of it was montages. They had four montages AND the episode was only 38 minutes. The series finale of the show was shorter than any other episode and had four multiple minute montages. Okay. Make it make sense. Newsflash: it doesn’t, there is simply no way I can believe that there weren’t massive cuts and reworks done to this episode on an executive level.

I know there are people who will tell me that the writers are just bad and I need to accept that they gave me a shitty ending, but after all this time with this story, especially with Dabb’s arc, he just...doesn’t do shit like this. His arcs are always complete, always tied up well, always have a button. But this mess? This confusing episode that left everything hanging with a cover of Wayward Son hanging in the air? It just doesn’t add up to me.

This wasn’t the story they were telling, this hasn’t been the story they were telling all season, and I stand by that.

So, I sure do wish I could give you a better post. I wish that we had gotten something better. I still, after everything, love this show, and will still be here in the morning.

Thanks guys. Love y’all.

#my meta #supernatural #spn writers #spoilers #spn 15x20 #spn #this was upsetting to write but hey i knew i had to

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Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E123 (Feb. 2, 2021)

After last week’s thoroughly relaxing and brief episode, tonight’s guests are Sam Riegel and Liam O’Brien!

Brian, to Sam: “You look like Tim Curry moved to Nantucket to become a sommelier.”

How did Caleb and Veth approach the ally-ship with the Tombtakers? Sam: “I mean, we got some information, and I think we got a little closer to Lucien and knowing whether he has any of Mollymauk inside of him, which is I think the most important knowledge that we’re seeking right now. Is there someone to be saved inside there? We got glimpses, and we got a little hint that Mollymauk is maybe still in there? Maybe? And we got a little more insight into their plans, so that was useful.” Liam: “We know why we were having that fucking dream.” Sam: “But other than that, it was just a road trip with assholes.” Liam: “All our plans have been ripped in a new direction, and it’s just been improvisation.” Sam notes that it feels like we’re always about to rip into Caleb’s backstory, but haven’t yet followed that thread all the way through. Liam: “It’s partially frustrating, to be sure, but also I like the idea that-- his whole shit has been selfish, it’s been dealing with the trauma that he’s been through and not the greater world, and that’s been shifting somewhat.”

Does Caleb think the book was worth it, and is he still interested in reading more? Sam: “How do you ask Caleb not to read a book?” Liam: “Caleb has spent enough time with the Nein to know you shouldn’t put a hand on a hot stove. After what happened with the book, he knows it’s a terrible idea. But maybe. But it’s a really bad idea. But reserve judgment, but it’s a really terrible idea. I think that Caleb is very aware that mages and people like him very easily fall prey to their curiosity and it can lead to bad places. But there is still that amount of scientific endeavor where you think there is value in knowing and learning, and maybe we can ride that line. He was True Neutral at the start of the campaign, and maybe he’s Chaotic Good now, but part of him is hubris, even if it’s a little bit, still.”

What about Otis has drawn Veth’s focus? Sam: “I mean, he’s a little shit. She was curious about Otis because he’s a small like she is, and in talking to him, he seemed to be real creepy, but he was just creepy and distant and didn’t value his past or family or anything like that. She sees someone who’s like her, but so not like her, and maybe that scares her a little bit more.”

How does Caleb feel about Beau being on this ride with him? Liam: “The dream is another example of how Caleb had very narrow vision of the things he wanted to do. It used to seem so massive to him, but now... To have Beauregard involved feels right. If anyone in the group is going to stop him from grabbing something he shouldn’t, it is probably Beauregard. She’ll punch him in the fucking face to stop him, which I think he needs, to a certain extent. They’re two different kinds of nerds, and I kind of like that, that this group of nine philosophers, they’ve reached out and somehow grabbed the two nerds in the party.”

How do Caleb and Veth see the Somnovum? Sam: “I mean, they seem real bad. Anything that’s a quorum of powerful entities heading towards your planet to unleash an energy of any kind, typically bad? I assume they’re bad, or at least the Tombtakers wish them to do ill.” Liam: “I think they want the kind of peace that comes from snapping your fingers and turning people to dust. Caleb sees them as a cautionary tale; they’re the worst-case scenario for arcane inquisitiveness.” He sees Allura Vysoren as the antidote to that.

Why the staunch refusal to use Halfling Luck? Sam: “I don’t like Luck! I just don’t like Luck. I think it’s cheap, I think it’s a cheat, I think it’s stupid. It just feels like a do-over.” Liam: “I am your antithesis! If I ever voice a halfling, I am going to hammer that feature!” Sam: “What I love about D&D is that you don’t know what’s going to happen. If you roll bad, okay, that’s it. If you roll well, it makes the success more enjoyable to know that it’s a pure success and don’t one where you’re like well actually... it’s so stupid. If someone was about to die, I would probably use the fuckin’ Luck feature. Well. It depends who. If it was Travis, yeah, no, he’s fucked, sorry.”

Liam drops that he’s picked Sam’s character class and race again for a hypothetical campaign three. Sam: “It’s not what I was thinking for future characters, but I’m excited to explore.”

Cosplay of the Week: an amazing Mollymauk by KatofValkyrie!

What was it like to bring the Tombtakers into the tower? Liam: “It is complicated, because he does not like him. Lucien’s just a fucking dick. But Caleb also knows that Molly’s in there somewhere. That tower’s only for the M9, and Lucien’s not in the M9. Their situation with these people is shitty, it’s terrible. Caleb doesn’t feel like they have the upper hand. He doesn’t like that they’re even going on this journey per se, because life is bigger than his bullshit. He feels like they’ve been losing over and over again, so it was a gamble to try to get on equal footing.

What spurred Veth into making sure she and Yasha have some one-on-one time? Sam: “Yasha hasn’t been getting a lot of moments to shine. Now that she’s back, I just got the impression that Yasha feels out of place sometimes, or timid, or unsure of herself. When Veth was Nott, Nott certainly had her share of those moments. I think she sees a kindred spirit and wants to make sure that she’s been giving all the opportunity she can to flourish and thrive. Dani, you’re just laughing at my mustache, aren’t you?” Dani: “Yes, that’s the only thing I’m laughing at through this whole bullshit.” Sam denies all knowledge of trolling, but eventually admits, on the topic of Yasha and Beau getting together: “They’ve made me wait this long... I’m going to make them wait a little bit longer!”

What was it like to show his friends the upper floors? Liam: “I kinda expected somebody to sneak up there before that. That being part of the tower is not even a conscious choice of his, it just is. The reason Caduceus has creeped Caleb out for a long time is because he talks about how-- Caduceus is a really kind person and wants Caleb to let go of the past. And in a really simplistic way, turn that frown upside-down. And that’s just not who Caleb is, and it’s not who everybody is. There is something to be said for trying to stay open and positivity, but thinking you can shut out the past, especially a traumatic one, is just not true. When things happen to us, we carry them. But to candy-coat it and say, ah, I’m free, or everything is good, or I’ve turned the corner... life is way messier than that. It’s not flipping a switch, it’s not bad-to-good, it is such a work in progress. Even when you make strides and start to get to a better place, you can backslide a lot. So the tower is who he is, and the tower is 7/9ths love for his friends, and 1/9th hope, but there’s still a percentage of him that carries everything from the past, and knows that he should, and knows that he should not go back to where he was. And the way to do that is not to say everything is rainbows, but to remember it. The tower is just like an extension of who he is. He’s never going to forget the past, and he’s never going to be like, I’m good, or I’ve turned a corner. He should remember the past, and he should do better, always.”

Does Veth still believe it’s possible to get Molly back? Sam: “Well, she was a person trapped in another body for many years, so has some experience there, and definitely believes that the spirit and soul of Molly is in there and just needs to be unlocked somehow.”

Fan Art of the Week: an amazing group shot by HarpySN!

How are Caleb and Veth dealing with their guilt and fear about being in the middle of this? Sam: “It definitely was a deep conversation that might have repercussions going forward. The problem with all of what we’re doing now is that we don’t have time to deal with our petty problems anymore. It’s all high tension all the time!” Liam: “It’s true; they’re not in control of their situation at all anymore.” Sam: “It’s good to have these check-ins, but it’s not like we can do anything about them. We’re reactive right now.” Liam: “He’s not happy with where they are, but they wouldn’t even be this far if the goblin hadn’t pulled him out of the mud. So part of it is, you saved me from where I was and got me on my feet again, and now it’s disconcerting to see it all just get knocked sideways by something he never could’ve predicted. I think Caleb felt nostalgic for when things were simpler, in a way, for them, when we’re both troubled drifters.”

What was it like to see Gelidon’s return? Liam: “I am the least superstitious person at the table. Ashley’s dice suck.” Sam: “It was fun fighting a dragon!” Liam: “Two massive battles in one episode, neither of which came away with a victory. I guess surviving is a victory.” Sam: “I’d forgotten about the dragon, honestly.” Liam: “I loved it. I was so upset at the idea that we were going to stealth and not get into it.”Sam: “Mercer doesn’t keep a live dragon around and not do something with it. That dragon’s coming back.”

How do Caleb and Veth feel about going to see Essek? Sam: “He can be very helpful, I believe, but as Sam Riegel, a player of D&D, I’m super suspicious. What the fuck is Essek doing up there, so close, now? I don’t trust him as far as I can throw him. And I can throw him pretty far because he floats.” Liam: “I 100% agree with you. I do not understand what Essek could bring to what we are going through. I know the audience loves him, I love him too. He’s a really cool character. But he’s fucking toxic. He out of curiosity caused a war between two nations. And Caleb has been changed for the good by the M9 from months of travel with them. Essek has had none of that. Caleb has changed for the good, but not because of people like Essek. Essek is where Caleb came from. We kept the lid on the pot during the whole treaty at sea and it almost all went fucking sideways, and only because we pressed him into a corner. I hope that guy finds some sort of balance and peace for himself, but I do not see how his input here would be helpful. There’s other heavy hitters that I would try to pull in.”

Liam notes that the Cloven Crystal is in the Bag of Holding. Sam: “Do I have Fluffernutter, or is Fluffernutter gone?” Liam: “Nope. 300 pounds of fireworks? Gone. A dead mage, a threshold crest, and fireworks.” Dani: “Your basic essentials.”

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Lurking Danger, September 15th 1992 (Part 2)

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Previous Parts:

Lurking Danger, September 12th 1992 (Part 1)

Next Parts:

Lurking Danger, September 15th 1992 (Part 3)

Lurking Danger, September 16th 1992 (Final Part)

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Characters: Mark Heathcliff (he/him), Him (it/its) and Cesar Torres (he/him).

Summary: It's been a couple of days since Mark has heard from Cesar. Something felt off but he was so busy with work to think about it. However, he finally received a phone call from his friend. Unexpectedly, things take a turn for the worse from there. (Word count: +2 500)

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Sitting alone in the break room and tightly holding his coffee cup, the drink had already gotten cold a while ago. Mark stared at the clock hanging on the wall next to the vending machine. All he could listen to was the ticking and his foot tapping under the table. Fucking hell, can time go any slower? Groaning and rubbing his eyes, he considered dipping early but he got in trouble for that last week. He leaned on the table, resting his head. Mark fought the urge to fall asleep right there and then but the door abruptly opened.

"Sorry, I usually come in sooner but I had to run some late-night errands, you can go now Mark. I'll take it from here." The co-worker said as they hung their jacket on the coat rack. Immediately getting up and grabbing his stuff while stealing some snacks along the way, he left without saying goodbye. FINALLY. Not sure how many more of these sudden night shifts I can take before I completely break down as a human being. He headed outside. At least I get paid more, I guess. That was the only reason he accepted these shifts in the first place, early independence costed him more than he had expected. But man, my sleep schedule is beyond repair. At this point, Him sleeps more than me. An alternate who doesn't even need to sleep.

As he reached for the exit door, Mark heard distant thunder and felt tiny raindrops dropping from the sky. Alright, I better get out of here. He started to walk faster while also trying to light up a cigarette before he got inside his car. Taking a deep breath and starting the engine, he was ready to head home. Along the empty roads, the streetlights got blurrier as Mark's vision was ruined by the rain. Water began gushing over the windscreen. The sounds were soothing, he lowered one of the car's windows to let some fresh air in. Man... After another shitty day at work, this is just what I needed. He let out a long sigh, feeling some sort of relief. If only that lasted longer because he suddenly remembered something. Oh, yeah... Stopping at a red light. How can I forget? Fuck. Throwing away his cig through the window as he waited for the green light. Can't forget about Cesar... Being missing for like, three days now. Waiting for a couple of minutes, he soon continued driving past the dead silent streets.

Mark hadn't heard from Cesar in a while. At first, he didn't think much of it, they don't exactly see each other as much anyway so there was nothing to worry about. However, when he received a phone call from one of the classmates, things got a bit more worrying. They had told him that he hadn't been in school for two days without notifying anyone. This was a red flag. Cesar is known for pretty much never skipping a day of class in his life and the fact that none of the teachers were informed, made the situation a lot more confusing. The school had contacted the parents about his absence but with their jobs in the airlines, it would take a while until they got back in town. There wasn't much Mark could do either, with his hands tied with work too. I hope he's sick or something... I should probably check on him tomorrow early in the morning. Stomach began to turn; he had a bad feeling in his gut. Something felt very off. Taking deep breaths, he tried to rationalize the situation in his head. Okay, come on, what's the worst that can happen? He's fine, let's not jump to some bullshit conclusions. It's only been three days.

Sighing then staring off at the road ahead of him, shutting away any negative thoughts he had. The sky was gloomy and darkened by the approaching storm clouds. Some time passed until Mark at last arrived to the apartment complex. Parking on the last remaining spot and getting out, he dashed off inside to avoid becoming soaking wet from the rain. Sluggishly walking up the stairs, he felt like his body was about to collapse at any moment. Once facing the door to his apartment, he yawned and searched for his keys. Where I put those damn things... Feeling around in his pockets and bag, once they were found, he unlocked the door.

Inside, he was greeted by loud high-pitched meowing coming towards him. He felt something climbing up his leg. "Hey there, you little rascal!" Picking up his young, still nameless, black kitten, he faintly smiled at it. Its tail was raised high up and eyes shined bright orange in the dimly lit living room. "Man, you've only been with us for a few days and I'm JEALOUS of the life you have. Sleeping, playing every day, and living rent-free." Putting his stuff and the kitten down, he walked up to the fridge and grabbed a can of cheap beer. As he enjoyed the cold beverage, the bedroom door eerily opened.

Him paused at the sight of Mark and gave a quick hand gesture as greetings. He waved back. "What's up?" Hmmm... Looks like it must have been busy with his reading. He noticed that it was holding some kind of book, quite big and wide. God, I hope it doesn't start to recite the entire book to me right now... I can barely lift this drink up to my damn mouth so if I have to sit through one of his lectures again, I'm dead. Although Mark actually loved listening to Him's ramblings, tonight, he was too tired to do anything. "Nothing much, just finished another book." Him put the book away in a shelf. "The phone's been ringing all day by the way." He shrugged while finishing the last few drops of alcohol. "Eh... They'll call again if they're serious. I'm going to bed." Stretching out his arms up, he headed to his bedroom.

"Wait." It grabbed on Mark's hoodie before he could leave. "What? What's wrong?" He turned around; the sudden grab startled him a bit.

"Have you eaten anything today?" Mark swiftly looked away and let out a quiet grunt. "If I say yes, can I go to bed in peace?" As soon as he finished that sentence, his stomach growled. Him folded its arms. "I'll take that as a no..." It walked to the kitchen. "Hey, hey, come on! Don't start cooking, I'm not hungry!" He followed it.

"You're stupid to think that I'm going to let you starve yourself again. Humans need at least three meals a day and I barely see you eat one." Him looked for something it could make, opening every cupboard. "Fine that’s true, but you know I can cook without your help, right?" Mark tried to pull Him away from the kitchen. It snickered in a mocking manner. "Must I remind you what happened the last time you went near the stove?"

"The fire was not THAT bad." He wanted to take that back immediately when it gave a judgmental look. "Okay, okay, you win." Begrudgingly giving up. "There's no stopping you so knock yourself out. But I'm still going to my bedroom, don't take forever." Mark left the living room.

Shutting the door behind him, he quickly flopped down onto his mattress. Fighting to keep his eyes open, he gazed at the window. It was still raining. I need to actually look at the books that I get for it, I don't ever remember buying anything about healthy eating or that sort of shit. Thought to himself. But I mean... Do I even have the right to be annoyed when it's just trying to take care of me? I'm enough of a mess as is. Turning to the other side of the bed, he began to doze off. But his nap was short-lived as a loud creaking sound woke him up. Feeling light tugging, he slowly opened one of his eyes. "Wake up, Mark..." Him softly whispered, kneeling down closely. "Huh, that was faster than I expected..." His voice slightly irritated, he sat up straight and took the plate that Him was holding. It cooked some eggs and added some tomatoes on the side. "I'm not leaving until you finish the plate." It fixated its stare onto him and his food.

"That's fine, thank you by the way..." Mark slowly ate the food, at times he missed his mouth. "Sorry for kinda snapping at you back there, I'm ... really exhausted from work." Deep down, he knew it wasn't just work that was tiring him. He couldn't keep his mind off about Cesar. Finishing the last bite of his dinner, he put the plate away and wrung his hands together.

"It's fine, I'm glad you finished the food even if it's a little late in the night." It turned its vision onto Mark. His head was hung down. "You do look a lot more than just tired however... Is there something troubling you?" Its voice had gone softer and concerned.

Mark lifted his head up. With the look of concern on his best friend's face, there was no point in lying. "I-...Uh..." Hesitation stuttered his words. "I... I haven't heard from Cesar for three days... What's worse is that he's gone missing from his school too. It doesn't feel right, it's not like him to stay quiet like this." Grabbing his arm, he felt his hand shaking.

"You don't think an alternate got to him, do you...?" Eyes widened, the sheer thought of his friend dying from an alternate made him uneasy.

Him's posture got more hunched than usual, it kept opening its mouth but quickly closing it at the same time. Uncertain what to say. "I... I honestly wouldn't know, Mark..."

"Maybe I'm being hysterical, I should get back to sleep... I'll check on Cesar tomorrow." Mark sighed and laid back on the mattress.

Getting up, Him went up to the window, opening it. Allowing the sound of rain to fill the room. "I'm certain Cesar's safe, try to get some rest." While Mark appreciated it trying to comfort him, he could tell from its voice, it was hesitant. "Yeah, maybe you’re right..." He wasn't sure if he was entirely convinced either. But perhaps some shut-eye will calm his mind. "Goodnight, Him." With that, shutting his eyes and covering himself in his sheets, he hoped to finally get some rest. "Goodnight." It left, closing the door carefully.

A few hours had passed, in deep slumber, suddenly waking up to Him shaking his shoulder. "Mark, wake up." He could barely bring himself to open up his eyes, his vision still adjusting to the surroundings. Gaining consciousness, head lifted up. "What?! What is it?" Slightly mad for his sleep being interrupted, he aggressively rubbed his face. "The phone is ringing..." Him stopped shaking Mark and began pulling on his arm. "What are you talking about?" At first, he didn't even notice the noises. But once he focused on it, the ringing echoed in the apartment. Him was right. "What the fuck...?" With help, he lifted himself up. Walking into the living room, stumbling along the way. They stared at the phone. He took a quick glance at their clock. 5 a.m... Who would call me this late...?

Walking up to the phone, he picked up the call. "Uh, hello...?" The momentarily dead silence, on the other person's end, nearly convinced him to hang up until a familiar voice answered. "Mark...? Mark is that you?" It was Cesar.

Holy shit... Wide-eyed, his stare froze onto the floor. "Cesar?! Cesar, where have you been?! I-"

"Shhhhhhhhhh...! Keep your voice down, it might hear us..." He swiftly cut him off. The clear shakiness and deep breathing, it was as if he was fighting for more oxygen. Mark's heart was racing. "What do you mean by... it might hear us...?" At that very moment, he knew that all of his worries were about to come true. "It followed me home, Mark..."

Mark's heart dropped; he took a brief look at Him. It was listening to everything, its expression, the same as his.

"I-...I don't know what to do... I've locked myself in the security room for three days. I haven't eaten or drank anything since... God, I'm so thirsty but I can't leave... It keeps taunting me... Knocking on the door, calling out to me with my loved ones' voices, I-..." From the sheer distress, Cesar was on the verge of tears, but he stopped himself. "...Nobody came for me, no matter how many times I called them... I haven't slept in so long... I need help... Please, I don't want to die..." At that point, he couldn't contain it anymore, he wept silently.

Clenching the phone tightly, Mark had little time now, a ticking bomb had been attached to his back. Knowing well that the emergency services wouldn't do anything, there was no point in contacting them. He had no choice, maybe this was an inevitability. But tonight, was the night. Cesar would see his best friend that he had been keeping secret for so many years. The idea was daunting, it didn't matter however. Mark wasn't going to let him die.

He gulped; the last thing he'd do is cause more stress on both of them. "Okay, okay, take deep breathes... I'm here, I'm here for you. You are not going to die, not on my watch." The crying died down a bit.

"Listen, whatever you do, stay in there. I'll go get help; you're getting out of there. Keep a watch on any windows inside your room, do you understand?" Despite sounding fairly collected, cold sweat poured down Mark's head.

Cesar sniffed. "Yes... I just want to get out. Don't leave me here..."

"I won't, I promise... Don't give up, Cesar. I'll get there as soon as I can." Mark put down the receiver.

"Shit..." He looked at Him, both were completely stunned by what occurred. "We have no choice now; I can't leave him to die... But he'll know... He'll know about you, about us..."

"It doesn't matter. I should have known that this wasn't going to stay disclosed for much longer." Him shifted its eyes down. "We are wasting time with pointless talking, prepare yourself, and take me to where your friend resides in."

He nodded and ran to get dressed. Familiar with aggressive alternate encounters before but this was different. In the past, Him only had to protect Mark and itself. Now, they actually had to save someone. Anything could happen from here. As he grabbed the car keys, he equipped his handgun as well. It's not much but it's better than nothing. Packing his pockets with extras bullets, he was ready to leave. "Alright let's go." Mark led the way and Him followed. Making their way outside, the black clouds were made all the more terrifying by the lighting roaring in the sky. Heavy rain poured down on them as they ran to the car. It was rather ironic how the weather earlier that day had been comforting, so soothing. Now, drastically changed to the exact opposite. Almost like a sign of things to come.

#old writing style #the mandela catalogue #mandela catalogue #best friend au #mark heathcliff #him #cesar torres #fanfiction #my writing

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inkykeiji · 4 years

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just this once

character: sawamura daichi

genre: smut

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), praise kink, manipulation, size kink if u squint, dacryphilia

words: 4k

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And, being as stubborn as he is, it takes him a few months to finally admit to himself that his feelings toward you are more than platonic. It’s a horrifying realization—one that has his heart sinking to the pit of his stomach and bile rising in the back of his throat—that hits him with the force of a fucking freight train one night when he catches you in the hallway wearing nothing but a skimpy little tank top and a cute pair of lace-trimmed panties, and his first thought is how badly he wants to slam you against the wall and fuck you stupid.

Daichi isn’t sure what he did to deserve such a beautiful punishment, but you are the most gorgeous creature he has ever seen.

And you’re entirely off-limits.

He has to admit, he was fairly excited when he found out about the engagement, eagerly awaiting the day that you’d be moving in with your mom. He enjoys being a big brother to his blood siblings, but they’re so much younger than he is, and he can’t wait to have a sibling closer to his age.

But, Christ, he doesn’t expect you to be so fucking pretty.

It’s unfair, really. The gods must be mocking him, because forcing him to live with a cute little thing like you is downright cruel, as far as he’s convinced.

You have him wrapped around your pinky finger the moment your eyes meet. Just one look—a soft, shy gaze through your thick eyelashes as you introduce yourself—and he’s sure he’d do anything for you, pull the moon out of the goddamn sky for you, if you so desired.

And there’s nothing wrong with that, right? Big brothers are supposed to be doting and protective of their younger sisters, aren’t they?

He’s thrilled to hear that you’re just as excited as he is to be step-siblings, to have a niichan, being an only child yourself. The two of you get along instantly, staying up until the early hours of the morning planning all of the things you want to do together, all of the things you weren’t able to experience before, all of the things he’ll teach you.

You fall into such a natural routine so quickly, Daichi can barely remember what life was like without you—what were his mornings like before, when he didn’t have to drop you off at university? What did he used to do with his nights, before you two had developed the regular habit of binging old sitcoms and shitty rom-coms and horror movies?

And he’s sure you don’t mean it…he’s sure you don’t even realize what you’re doing when you curl up next to him on the couch after a stressful day, nestling into his side perfectly, resting your head on his chest as you sulk about school, or professors, or assignments, or anything, really. You know you can come to him with whatever problem your having—he’s told you a thousand times.

He’s sure you don’t think anything of the way his fingers comb through your hair as you complain, the way he’ll occasionally press gentle kisses against your scalp, the way he automatically lets you crawl into his lap when the day’s been really bad, thighs straddling his hips as you collapse heavily against him, nuzzling your face into his skin.

Of course you don’t. Why should you?

And he knows he should feel awful—does feel awful—that these are kind of his favourite days, because he gets to put his hands on you, feel you relax into him as you mumble against his neck or shoulder, feels adulterous pride swell in his chest when you sleepily admit that he always makes you feel so much better, that no one else is able to cheer you up the way he is.

It’s torture in the most delicious way, even if it sometimes hurts to watch you lean against the counter and stare up at his best friend with stars in your eyes, giggling softly as Suga pays you compliment after compliment. So it makes his chest and throat burn with the sting of jealousy a little—that’s normal, right? He’s just being a little protective, is he not? He just doesn’t want to see you get hurt, alright?

The thought feels like it comes out of nowhere, making him audibly gasp, as he tries to fool himself into thinking that he hasn’t been forcing back such lewd thoughts since the day he met you.

But that thought finally snaps open the floodgates in his mind, rendering him instantly powerless to the explicit and obscene scenarios that flash through his brain without his permission, eyes glued to your ass as you walk away.

Except then you stop, turning back to look at him still frozen in the hallway, cocking your head to the side and uttering a soft, “Dai-nii?”

“M’fine,” he says roughly, his voice not his own. You frown—you can see right through him. You’re walking towards him, and he wants to tell you to stop, he wants to turn away and hurry into his own room, but his feet are bolted to the floor, gaze captivated by the teasing cleavage that tiny tank top affords him.

He wants to believe that the way your eyes, glossy and half-lidded, slowly rake over his bare chest and land on the tent in his flannel pj pants, is entirely innocent. He desperately wants to believe this.

But the way your lips part with a quiet gasp that fades into the softest whimper, tells him otherwise. Your eyes slowly meet his, breathing a little laboured.

“I…” you begin, frowning a little as your eyebrows knit, as if you’re unsure how to express this thought. “Do you want—”

“No,” he says instantly, finally regaining control over his traitorous body and taking a large step back from you. He doesn’t want to know what you were going to ask, doesn’t even allow himself a second to think about all of the possibilities. “Go to bed, sweetheart,”

Then he’s gone, walking hastily down the hallway and disappearing into his room. And you’re left standing in alone, confused as to why there’s heat pooling between your thighs and why your chest stings so bad from his vague denial.

Such thoughts don’t stop after that night—he can’t help the way his cock twitches in his jeans when you lick honey from your thumb innocently, his mind automatically wondering what those lips would feel like wrapped around him; or the way he wants to pin you down and fuck you until your crying when you look up at him with those pretty, pretty eyes, the ones you use when you’re asking him for something.

It’s okay, he reasons with himself, even though he feels like he’s being torn apart at his very seams by guilt and lust. It’s fine as long as he doesn’t act on them, right?

Your happiness is more important than his anyway. Any good niichan would know that, would value their siblings’ feelings over their own.

Because the way your eyes light up when you talk to him about something you love, the way you’re always so excited to tell him about a new development in your life—whether it be a good grade, or a new crush, or something you and your best friend did over the weekend—and the way you cherish his opinions so much…

Those moments mean more to him than anything else, and he’d never want to do anything to lose your trust in him, your unwavering faith that simultaneously warms his chest and makes his stomach churn.

Yes, he’s positive he’d do absolutely anything for you.

So when some stupid boy breaks your heart, has you hesitantly knocking on his bedroom door at three in the morning with your arms wrapped unsurely around yourself as you try to stifle your soft little sobs—well.

He’s ready to go out and beat that motherfucker to death for even causing you to shed a single tear.

In fact, you find yourself having to talk him out of it in that very moment, little fingers curling in the coat he’s in the middle of shrugging on, tugging and hastily asking if you can spend the night with him instead.

And he should say no. No matter how hurt you are, no matter how much he wants to hold you in his arms and wipe your tears and make it all better, it’s wrong.

Or, at least, that’s what he tells himself. More than anything, in reality, he just doesn’t trust himself. It doesn’t matter that it’s wrong.

But, goddamn it, he can’t say no to you.

And you know. He knows you know, can see it in the way your eyelids flutter a little as you gaze at him through your lashes, glistening with unshed tears, can see it in the way you squeeze your arms around yourself just a hint more, pushing your breasts up, can hear it in the way you whimper out, “Please, Dai-nii?”

And despite the fact that he knows, and that he should probably be furious at you for exploiting his weakness, manipulating him and turning him into putty in your soft little hands—he can’t.

Because he loves it just as much, because even if you didn’t know, he’d still never be able to refuse you. And he hates himself for it, blames himself for it, would still never even think to blame it on you. You’re his perfect little angel, anyway, aren’t you? Actually, now that he thinks about it, there is a chance you might not even know what you’re doing, isn’t there? You’re just so upset right now, clearly not in any sort of stable mindset, he tries to reason with himself, tries to alleviate even just the tiniest hint of the guilt crushing his chest as he caves, nodding and opening the door wider, inviting you in.

He can’t stand the way your voice gets all tiny and frail when you ask again if he’s going to stay with you as he tucks you into his bed, almost as if you’re afraid of the rejection. How can he say no, when your fingers are tangling in his t-shirt and pulling him closer, pleading softly with him.

How can he say no, when you tell him that you feel better simply being in his presence, looking as though you’re about to burst into tears all over again when he hesitates answering.

“Of course, baby,” he says softly. “Of course I’ll stay,”

He tells himself it’s fine as he crawls into his bed next to you, allowing you to latch onto him immediately, fingers tracing patterns on his chest. He promises himself just this once, just because you’re broken-hearted and he doesn’t want to upset you more, wouldn’t be able to handle the look of hurt on your face if he denied you.

But you’re nuzzling your face against his chest, crying softly and begging him to just make it go away already, make the hurt stop even if it’s just for a little bit.

And, God, what he’d give to just take it all away from you, to cradle your face between his big hands and kiss you until you’re breathless, to make you cum until your mind’s numb, until you literally can’t think of anything but him, until your throat’s sore and you’re about to pass out from exhaustion—

No. No, this is wrong. It’s wrong to take advantage of you in such an emotional, vulnerable state.

Except then you’re grinding against his strong thigh, wedged between your legs, and making these cute little noises, soft whimpers of Dai-nii and tiny gasps that get caught in your throat.

He wants to tell you to stop, opens his mouth to firmly order that you cease these actions, but all he can seem to force out is a soft groan, tongue turning to sand in his mouth.

Because—well, your sobs have stopped, haven’t they? There are no longer tears leaking from your eyes or little sniffles hitching in your throat, right? What if this really is what you need, a good orgasm to help you forget, to help you sleep?

He makes a mental deal with himself, manages to talk himself into it, deciding to indulge himself just a little, just for tonight, just enough to satisfy the desire blazing in the pit of his stomach.

Large hands settle on your hips, aiding you in moving against him.

“Does it feel good, baby?” he asks, voice husky, words leaving his lips without his permission.

You nod, humming a little and nuzzling your face into his shoulder.

“Tell me,” he commands softly.

“F-Feels good, niichan,” you breathe.

“Yeah? Think you can cum from just riding my thigh, babygirl?”

“Uh-huh,”

“Show me,” he whispers. “I bet you look so pretty when you cum, don’t you? Let niichan see,”

Your hips pick up speed, broken whines falling from your lips as you aggressively grind your cunt against him.

He should tell you to keep it down or slap a hand over your mouth and muffle the noises with his palm. Really, he should. You’re loud, probably too loud, and he’d be surprised if your parents can’t hear you though the thin walls, just a room over.

But he can’t bring himself to do it, can’t force the words out or move his arm at all, greedily enticed by your sweet sounds—sweet little sounds your making for him, because of him.

“That’s it,” he encourages, pressing his thigh up into your dripping core more, flexing the strong muscles and making you cry out softly. “Make a mess all over niichan’s thigh, come on,”

And then your gasping out his name, breath hot against his neck, hips stuttering as you gush all over him, a pleasant warmth spreading across his thigh, seeping through the flannel and making the material stick to his skin as you try to squeeze your legs together, whole body curling into his chest.

He forces you to keep moving your hips through your orgasm until your body is jolting and trembling from every drag of your sensitive clit against his hard muscles, until your whimpering for him to stop, it’s too much! and going boneless against him.

A deep chuckle vibrates in his chest, gentle fingers combing through your hair as he hushes you, satisfied that you seem tuckered out and telling you to sleep now, princess, before pressing soft kisses to your head.

Just this once, he vows to himself as your breathing evens out, eyes slipping shut. Just this once—he got a taste now, got to see how pretty you look when you cum, got to hear you moan out his name, and that’s enough. That should be enough to satiate the voracious lust that curls in his stomach and rises in his throat every time he sees you.

Except it isn’t.

He’s terrible, awful, should feel so fucking ashamed of himself when you show up outside his door only a few nights later, shyly asking if you can ride him again and he has to restrain himself from jumping you right there.

“But, um,” you whisper, eyes darting to his and then away, fingers twisting together in front of your body. “N-Not your thigh this time?”

He can barely comprehend the words spilling out of your mouth, stares at you with those wide, warm, sweet eyes, breath coming out in short huffs through his slightly parted lips.

“You—What?”

A frown graces your lips, anxiety from the potential rejection beginning to build in your chest. “I want to ride your cock,” you whimper, eyes finding his again. Your heart is pounding, slamming against your ribcage, those six little words hanging in the air between the two of you.

He makes a soft, hurt little sound in the back of his throat, chest beginning to rise and fall quicker.

“We—” he stops to clear his throat, attempting to rid his voice of huskiness. “We shouldn’t,” he aims for stern, but his voice only sounds strangled, and the way you’re staring at him with those eyes makes his entire body feel like it’s just been set aflame.

“I-I know but I—” a little hiccup cuts you off, vision blurring with tears. “I just c-cant stop thinking about how good you’d feel, how full you’d make me, all stretched out and—”

No, he wants to scream. Not the tears, anything but the tears.

“—Please, Dai-nii?” you sniff a little, gleaming eyes pleading with him, bottom lip pushed out into a pout. “Ju-Just this once? I just—just wanna—” a choked sob cuts you off, and you rub at your eyes with your fists, chest beginning to stutter.

And he breaks.

“Oh baby,” he’s cooing, wrapping strong arms around you and holding you to his chest tightly. “Shh, quiet honey,” he’s hushing you as he sits on the edge of his bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. “Niichan will let you ride his cock if that’s what you want, sweetheart,” he says softly, brushing your hair away from your face. “Okay? You want that? Will it make my little girl feel better?”

“Y-Yes, Dai-nii,”

“Alright, stop crying, pretty girl,” tender thumbs swipe across your cheekbones, catching stray tears and wiping them away.

His heart feels like its shattering in his chest, and he hates seeing you so upset, pressing your lips together and trying to swallow your pathetic little sobs, but he can’t lie—you begging to ride his cock, wanting it so bad that you’re crying for it, has his brain hazy with lust, clouding his judgement as blood rushes south. His mouth is dry, cock throbbing impatiently as he helps you out of your cute little pj shorts, unable to stop the involuntary sharp inhale of breath when he finally sees your pretty little pussy, unable to help the soft noise that gets caught at the back of his throat as you tug a little at the waistband of his pants, looking at him through your lashes as you free his aching cock.

And then he has you whimpering as he pushes into your tight cunt, praising you as you stretch around him. Really, he should’ve taken the time to prep you properly, should’ve scolded you and been firm with you when you got a little bratty, refusing his fingers and whining that you want his cock now.

“Look at how good my little girl is,” he breathes out, leaning back from you while large hands steady your hips, eyes focused on his cock as it slowly slides in. “My precious baby, taking my cock so well,”

“Y-Yeah?” you ask in a tiny voice, looking at him in near desperation, needing to hear the praise again. “Hurts a little, niichan,”

“You can do it, baby,” his fingers flex on your waist, never slowing as he forces you down onto him, his hips pressing up to meet yours halfway.

His cock is thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before, and it burns a little as he finally bottoms out, tiny hole fluttering as it tries to accommodate him.

“See,” he pants. “You took the whole thing,”

“I-I swear I can feel you in my tummy, Dai-nii,”

“Christ,” he nearly whines, shutting his eyes tightly as his fingers dig into the flesh of your hips. He breathes out hard through his nose, gathering up every ounce of his self control as he begins to gently rock your hips against his, teeth clenching while he tries not to buck wildly into you.

You whimper a little; it still hurts a bit, but it’s beginning to fade, Daichi whispering gentle praises, breath hot against the shell of your ear as you bury your face in his neck.

“I know it hurts right now, baby,” he breathes out, still steadily rocking you on his lap. “But niichan’s gonna make it feel so good, okay?”

And he does. He lets you grind against him, hips moving in little circular motions, forces not one but two orgasms out of you as tender fingers slip between your bodies to rub at your clit while you bounce shallowly.

It’s fucking torture for him, to feel you cream on his cock like that, tight little pussy clenching around him as you cry out breathless little ‘Dai-nii’s.

“S’it,” he praises hoarsely, thighs trembling from the effort of restraint. “Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay sweetheart?”

He keeps you on his lap, since you were so adamant about riding him, but holds your hips still as he begins fucking up into you. He starts off slow, letting you get used to the deep thrusts, cockhead nudging your cervix every time, but it isn’t long before his restraint completely snaps, unable to hold back any longer and begins ramming into you.

He tells you you’re so good, that you look so pretty as you take his cock, tears rolling down your cheeks and quiet grunts sounding from deep in his chest.

You whimper when he cums, begging him to fill you up, have him shuddering out a breathy, “Fuck,” as his hips still, cock pressed tightly against your cervix as it throbs.

And just like that, just this once turns into only a few times, and grinding against his thigh turns into his cock buried inside of you, his tongue shoved down your throat, your moans muffled by big palms.

And you love it. You love the way his chestnut eyes darken as you sink down on his cock, the way his voice drops so low it makes your stomach swoop, the way his entire demeanor—the air around him, his very aura—changes the moment you begin acting like a brat.

It’s exhilarating, intoxicating, addicting. You love the groans that fall from his lips when you tell him no one has ever—no one can ever—fuck you as good as he does. You love the way he loses himself in it, hips slamming into you hard enough to jostle your entire body up the bed, the way he leaves bruises in the shape of his hands on your hips, your thighs, your ass.

And although the guilt eats him alive—erodes his insides, rots him to his very core—he can’t stop.

He should put a stop to it. He wishes he were strong enough to put a stop to it.

He should, he should, he should.

He should do a lot of things.

But he won’t.

Because he’s too selfish, too greedy, to give you up. He’ll bear the sins and suffer the consequences if he just gets to call you his, if he just gets to hear you cry out his name into his palm as he rams his cock into you with a hand slapped tightly over your mouth, if he just gets to fill you up with his cum every night.

He feels disgusted in himself, disgusted in his pathetically weak resolve that you know how to break with just a look and a soft niichan, disgusted by how much he fucking loves every second of it. But he’d do anything for you, just like any good niichan would, right?

#i want daichi to literally destroy me #:(#please just fucking wreck me sir #anyway he's so sweet in this i hope y'all feel bad for doing him like this!!!#poor dai-nii :(#he's just tryna be a good niichan ffs #tw pseudo-incest #tw manipulation #tw dacryphilia

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myonepiece · 3 years

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Kid, Shanks, Ace seeing S/O as he (character) dies

I’m watching doctor sleep and sobbing at all the death bc I’m in a wierd lovey-dovey shitty place mentally rn so heres this:

Description: while he lays dying during a battle, he sees his s/o fighting on the battlefield, kind of like a last thoughts drabble

TW- death

Shanks & Ace under the cut

The blood was soaking through his clothes, far too much in quantity for him to be okay. But Kid is rash, strong, he wouldn’t die like this. He tried to get up, again and again, until his eyes caught sight of you. Tearing down enemies left and right with their blood soaking you, not your own. Kid lay back but kept his head up so as to watch. As much as he denied this would be his dying day, somewhere deep down he knew it, and he didn’t want his last moments to be wasted.

Sure in this moment he could mull over his regrets, over his failures- how he didn’t keep his feet on the ground, how he didn’t lead his crew to victory, how he didn’t become pirate king, though more painfully how he didn’t protect you till his dying moment, how he didn’t get to witness your smile as you watched him claim his title of pirate king, how he didn’t get to see you adorn the ring he kept hidden away in his coat.

Sure Kid was afraid to lose you, afraid to watch you die and utter your last words before your eyes fluttered shut forever- but never once had he dreamed of him being the one losing his life. Kid had never fully understood the true meaning of pain, the true meaning behind the saying “parting is such sweet sorrow”- as he had heard you say while telling him about your latest read. But in this moment he would say that is what he felt, a sweet sorrow aching in his every vein.

No longer would he get to hold you, to feel your soft skin under his calloused touch, to feel your heartbeat against his ear, to watch as you unraveled beneath him. He would not be able to hug or kiss or play with you again. Fuck you had made him such a softy.

But with pain of course there was a soothing feeling that aided him. He would not part from you, not now, not ever. He would still be able to gaze upon your every detail, watching as you took down crew, burned cities to the ground, left bodies in your wake. Kid would be able to watch as you stood by the ship railing, watching the sunset with tear filled eyes as you relived the memories of you time together in your imagination. He could watch as you took the throne, witnessng the moment you would claim the seas as your own, thanking him under your breath.

Kid smiled sweetly as he watched your eyes land on his limp form, his chest heaving with every raspy breath he captured in attempt to stay longer. Oh dear how you looked so beautiful covered in the blood of your fallen enemies, but that bitter look on your face as you dropped your sword and ran towards him. You idiot you’re too far away to reach him before he’s gone. And so Kid’s eyes fluttered, the lights inside flickering as his strength abandoned his body. He lifted his hand, weakly waving in in attempt to let you know he was leaving, and the widest smile overtook his features. Such a bittersweet sight.

Shanks did not struggle, he did not attempt to get up only to leave sooner, he knew what was happening. The multiple blades implaing him left no room for confusion or doubt, from anyone’s end. He had no regrets, he had lived a good life, he had an amazing crew, rich adventures, more journeys than one man would normally take in two lifetimes- and he had the most wonderful partner in crime, a lover so wonderful Shanks swore you to be an angel.

He watched leaning against a wall, as you fought side by side with his crew, aiding their fight to claim victory. There was no doubt in his mind that Shanks had chosen the right path. The moment he met you he knew he wanted to grow old with you, and though now it would seem he would not get to do that, he would. No not by your side in person, but wandering through the atmosphere observing from above the ground you stood on.

He would be there to create the luminescent apparition that scared away any nosy people threatening you while your back was turned, he would be there to splash the waves into your face while you stood on the ship deck, he would be there to carry the florwers into your hair only for you to laugh it off as the wind. When you speak into the air to him, not knowing he is sitting in the corner with ghostly tears running down his cheeks.

And many years from now, when it is your time, Shanks will be waiting right at your side on your deathbed, waiting with open arms and an eager expression to embrace you once again.

So now as he sits against the wall, he simply smiles and lets the tears fall. He does not worry about the looks from his crew or his enemies, he only worries that you will not see how much you mean to him. This, is when the fear reaches him. Perhaps.... Shanks does have one single regret? Did he tell you he loved you enough? Did he tell you that you hold his whole heart in your hands, that if you told him to. He would bring the world to its knees, he would steal the stars from the heavens and the fire from hell if you asked.

Shanks sat against the wall in a puddle of his own blood, the serene expression on his face was a terrifying sight to you. He looked too calm, even for him. And as you slowly made your way towards the red haired man, you knew it was happening. Shanks watched as you dropped your weapon and began taking slow fearful steps in his direction. You looked so beautiful, so amazing. He grinned.

He was contempt in dying now, yes there may be things he never found, or achieved, or owned, but at the end of his life, those things didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he had you and you had him, he had found a heart to love him- and now... it would miss him.

Fear and panic gripped at Ace’s heart as he gasped for breath, the multiple holes in his body making that task quite excruciating and near impossible- but he would not leave you alone. No matter how bad his wounds are, he wouldn’t leave you. He tried to get up, he tried he swears. He tried and tried until the sight of you made him freeze in his actions.

He had heard of people talking about how their life flashed before their eyes, and now he experienced it. A summary if you will, of your love story. From the moment you met, the first date, the first kiss, your first time together, and the moments in between. When you would sneak into the kitchen at night to steal food, only to blame him when Thatch caught the two of you in the act. When you would run to him in the night when the stormy waters and crashes of thunder sounding through the sky like bombs scared you half to death and you only longed for his embrace. When you would lay face-to-face at night and Ace would get lost in your eyes that reminded him of the starry sky, carrying just as much mystery and beauty.

When you would sit in his lap while the crew danced and partied and drank, when you provided safety in your arms when the fear struck Ace down as well. He would laugh with you in the worst and best moments alike.

He laughed at the looks of envy he recieved from the crew when the two of you would sit together and stare at each other like their was no one else in the world, how they wished they could have someone who looked at them like that. They would all congratulate him on finding someone like you, someone who loved him with all their little heart- that was when Ace would run back and tell you about their praises while clinging onto you and thanking you for letting him love you.

Remember when he proposed with the biggest shiniest diamond ring he could find in the looted treasure? Because that was exactly what you deserved, the best. When the Whitebeard crew had held a wedding for him, and he sobbed as he watched you walk down the makeshift isle.

He had fell in love so deeply that he could not climb back out, though he never tried. “Love me until my dying day” you had said, and Ace had agreed with every intention of doing so. He wanted to share every step and accomplishment with you, he wanted to go to the ends of the earth and back with you. He wanted to hold your hand when the both of you are on your deathbeds, he would look to you and say- he would say “We made it”.

His plans were not tarnished now though, he might not be able to be with you in person but his spirit would cling to every second. The coldness you feel on your hands at night in the warmth of your room, that’s Ace trying to show you he’s there. The wind that messes up your papers and spreads them across the room, that’s Ace’s attempt at making you laugh. And when your time has finally come, after many more adventures with the crew, after many more years filled with happiness and laughter, when you are on your deathbed, when the light is gone from your eyes, Ace will be there, holding your hand, and he will tell you “We made it”.

You spot Ace from across the battfield, Thatch is holding him against his chest but Ace is staring at you, he’s sobbing. He wears the most lovesick grin, you could ever imagine, as if he’s trying to telling you he loves you with his expression alone. That is, in a sense, what Ace is trying to do, as he no longer has enough breath to say anything.

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uchihaclansslutt · 3 years

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as we already know, i'm a sucker for underrated characters; ladies and gentlemen, konoha akinori <3

stuck in an elevator; konoha akinori

things to know: one-shot, fem!reader, fluff, lowercase intended, suggestive language, timeskip konoha

you were running late to work because your stupid alarm didn't do the one job it was supposed to.

well, at least that's what you were going to say when you got to the salon. truth is, you stayed up binge-watching the walking dead on netflix and did not want to wake up this morning. to make the whole situation even worse, you had a special client that booked an appointment with you.

you dry shampooed your hair and thanked god it looked normal. you put on your winter coat and knee-high winter boots over your black leggings you wore along with a forest green velvet button-up shirt.

the dress code at the salon you worked at required for you to look professional and although you hated it, you had no choice but to follow it. as a hairstylist, you thought it would make sense to express yourself through hair (of course) and clothes too, but the direct managers had something else in mind.

the elevator always took longer to reach the ground floor so you debated even stepping into the lift, however, you didn't want to show up late, sweaty and looking like a hot mess.

the doors slid open and you rushed in stumbling on your own feet. you fell on top of someone already in the lift, also dropping your car keys.

"shit," you cursed, getting out of the hands of whoever caught you and crouching down to get your keys that had fallen near their shoes, not knowing you grabbed their thigh for support. "i'm so sorry. i'm a mess today."

you finally looked up to see who had those fast reflexes and strength to hold you up. you saw a flustered man with medium-length neat dirty-blonde hair that refused to make eye contact with you. he had narrow eyes and thin eyebrows that were both the same colour as his hair.

"you need a haircut."

"huh?" he looked at you.

oh no. you realized you said what you were thinking out loud and instantly slapped your mouth, "i'm sorry again. i swear, i'm not usually like this, today's just not a good day."

you looked down in embarrassment and noticed he was wearing a grey shirt underneath a leather jacket. he looked professional too (besides the leather jacket) and you assumed he was probably also heading to work right now.

"i don't need a haircut," he mumbled while looking at his phone. you felt bad– his hair didn't look messy either. you didn't want to say it out loud but your morning was so hectic, and as a hairstylist it did come across your mind.

suddenly, you felt the lift shake a bit. you looked up and turned to the man who did the same. the shaking stopped but then you realized there was no movement at all.

"are you fucking kidding me..?" you refused to believe your morning could get any worse, but here you stood, stuck in an elevator.

the man beside you chuckled at your misfortune. "you seem to be having a shitty morning."

"yeah! i am! i'm currently two minutes late, i have an appointment with a client in another hour, i pissed you off, my hair's a mess, i am a mess," you complained while putting your phone against your ear, "and holy fucking shit, there's no service in here either. now how am i supposed to let them know i'm going to be late?!"

he looked at his phone and passed it over to you, "i still have some service, here." you nodded and took it from him, instantly dialling your workplace.

"hello? hey sato. yeah, it's me. i'm gonna be a bit late-"

"you're cutting out y/n, i can't hear you." you took a deep breath in trying to be patient while the stranger leaned against the wall with his arms crossed, smirking at how life was treating you at the moment.

"i. am. going. to. be. late." you said before hanging up. you shrugged it off and glanced at the blonde who was scrunching his brows, "it's their fault if they didn't hear me."

he took his phone back from you and watched as you took a seat on the floor.

"please don't have a mental breakdown in front of me." you saw him taking a seat across from you. "i already have a friend with emotional issues and i am tired."

"fair enough. i wasn't going to anyway." what a lie. all you wanted to do was scream and kick a wall. the only thing stopping you from doing so was him and the fear you'll make the lift drop nineteen floors down.

"say, what floor are you on?" he asked while putting his phone in his pocket.

you raised a brow, "how do i know you won't break in and slit my throat for saying you need a haircut?" and you spoke without thinking. again. you thought you were slick.

"sorry, do i look like a murderer that preys on women that think my hair looks shitty?" he raised a brow and scoffed. "no ma'am, i'm a pharmaceutical scientist. i play for the Ehrgeiz Pharma volleyball club too! not a murderer, just passing time."

"so you're saying you can drug or poison me and then strangle me with your volleyball hands?"

"no!?-"

you chuckled at his alarmed and offended expression, "i'm joking. twenty-ninth floor."

he stuck his tongue out, "boo, loser. i'm on the thirty-sixth floor."

you smiled at his slight playfulness, "well, if we're telling each other what we do now, i'm a hairstylist. thats why... yeah."

"ohhhhhh, makes sense. well, you're the first hairstylist i know of, so congratulations," he said while saluting you.

you bowed playfully, "it's an honour."

some time passed by and you were grateful it wasn't awkward or silent the whole time. your day may have started off shitty, but you got to meet someone pretty fucking cool.

the blond man watched your smile fade away when you checked your phone and looked distressed again– it concerned him how fast your mood can change and also kept reminding him of one of his close friends. his eyes were still glued to you when you stood up and started banging the elevator door.

"you do know no one's gonna hear you like that, right?" you figured he had a point and kicked the door before sitting down next to him. "was that just an excuse for you to come sit beside me?"

"no? i mean, maybe?" he grinned sheepishly watching you struggle to think of an answer. "it was cold down there, sorta thought this would make a difference."

you caught him shamelessly smirking at your misery, "don't look at me like that, you're being rude. besides, don't you have work?"

"nope," he answered, emphasizing the word. "i texted my boss before giving you my phone. he said to take the day off."

you scrunched your brows, "that sounds like he was pissed, don't you think?"

he shrugged, "who cares. i like it better here."

another five minutes passed and you could've sworn it was getting colder by the minute. you cupped your hands in front of your mouth and exhaled, hoping it would warm them up even a little bit.

he stuck out his right hand. you hesitated a bit but got the memo and placed your left hand onto his. you felt the perfect opportunity to get him back, "is this just an excuse for you to hold my hand?"

he looked up, pressing his lips together with his eyebrows scrunched, "i'll let go and watch you suffer." you smiled while placing your cold right hand into his. "yes. it is," he mumbled.

you side-eyed him to see he wasn't looking in your direction anymore and put your head on his shoulder. "knew it."

you shut your eyes and didn't realize you were dozing off. the black faux fur on the inside of his jacket felt like a pillow—it was hard not to nap on it, especially because you didn't get enough sleep in the first place.

it didn't take long for him to notice that you were literally resting on his shoulder. it took everything in him to not shove you off as a joke.

"you don't even know me," he whispered. "this is how people get killed y'know," he continued hoping it would scare you awake but he got no response. he sighed in defeat.

he couldn't help but glance at you every now and then. there was no denying, even though he only met you about an hour ago, he felt comfortable with you. he felt like he could talk to you about anything– it'll just flow naturally and genuinely.

he was caught off guard when a voice from the sound system started speaking. "are we okay in there?"

"oh, yeah um," he looked down at you and then his phone, remembering you had a client to deal with at work. "how much more time will it take?"

"another twenty minutes or so. sorry about that," the operator said. the blonde sighed before he thanked the operator once again.

at this point, he was stressing for you while you slept on his shoulder. he'd wished that this elevator would get moving sooner so you could get to work on time but half of him wanted to stay with you longer. he rested his head on your's and didn't realize he was also dozing off.

he was the first to wake up when he felt the lift moving again. he was startled at first but collected himself rather quickly and checked the time. the operator was right, it had been twenty minutes which means the lift's been fixed.

"hey there. sorry about the wait. is there some motion?" the voice from the speaker spoke again.

"yea," he responded. "and don't worry about it, i had a great time. thank you."

"the lift's going to stop at the sixteenth floor and we'll have some workers escort you out of the lift." the blonde exhaled at the inconvenience again but realized it was better than nothing.

he tilted his head back, shook you lightly and whispered so it wouldn't scare you. you fluttered your eyes open. you turned your head to look at what you were leaning on just for him to be staring at you first. he didn't break eye contact and greeted you with a gentle smile, "mornin' sleepyhead."

"shit, i didn't even realize i fell asleep." you stretched out your legs that felt numb and yawned while the man got back up on his feet.

he offered you a hand so you could get up as well. "we're gonna stop on the sixteenth floor and some workers are supposed to help us out of here."

you sighed but tolerated it. you were already a little late, it really didn't matter anymore– just as long as you got there quickly after this.

the lift stopped and the doors slid open. there was barely any space for you two to get down; you'd have to sit down and somehow squeeze through the gap given.

the man you were with went down first, "i'll help you out. cool?"

you nodded, "cool."

he slid out the gap with the help of one worker and then held his arms up to aid you on your way down. "just sit down there and slowly lay down like a kid throwing a tantrum at a store. i got you."

you chuckled at his reference but did as he said. you shut your eyes, a little scared you wouldn't land on your feet but then felt reassured when you felt a pair of hands grip your waist. when you opened your eyes again, you were on the ground, safe and sound.

"wasn't so bad right?"

you shook your head, "thanks to you."

he looked down at you and smirked, "told ya. my pleasure."

you glanced at the time from your phone and started to panic once again. "i'm running late. um, you make a great pillow," you said speedwalking out of the elevator.

"i didn't catch your name!" he raised his voice.

you turned around, now walking backwards. "y/n! what's your's?!"

"konoha akinori," he waved.

"it was nice meeting you akinori!"

you almost tripped while still walking backwards, "watch your step!" he warned as he watched your figure slowly disappear.

a week passed and you were coming back from work. you didn't want to spend another second away from your bed so when you saw the lift door beginning to close, you jogged towards it hoping somebody would keep it opened for you.

in your favour, they did. "nice to see you again l/n."

you looked up while panting, "oh hey akinori!" you exclaimed, "it's been a while! what have you been up to?"

he exhaled and leaned against the wall while the doors closed once again. "nothing really. work's been a pain in the ass, as well as my boss but whatever." he glanced up at you and rubbed the back of his neck, "i wanted to ask you a question if you don't mind."

you nodded as reassurance that he was good to ask. "yeah totally! go on."

"you single?"

"are we in the middle of something?" you looked behind konoha to see a man with raven hair and blue eyes. he wore glasses and seemed as if his sense of style was dark academia. beside him was another man who was much taller. he had frosted tips but black hair otherwise– you wondered if it was his natural hair because his grey eyebrows were throwing you off. he was wearing a black hoodie with black sweats.

"seems like it," said another voice. across the elevator were two women. one had reddish brown hair that went down to her waist while the other had short blonde hair; she looked kinda like konoha. "nice to meet you!"

you honestly didn't even notice the company in the lift until they said something. you were focusing on konoha instead. "oh hi! i didn't notice you guys."

"mhm, you had your eyes on akinori this entire time. we saw," the blonde woman said, slightly teasing you.

"sorry. these idiots are my friends. akaashi keji," he said pointing at the man wearing glasses who waved at you with a soft smile. "next to him we have bokuto koutaro. he plays for the jackals."

"hey!" he exclaimed, looking as excited as ever. you waved at him excitedly, matching his energy completely.

"yukie and kaori," he nodded while introducing. they both waved at you with bright smiles as well. you felt comfortable around them, they seemed to be a genuine group of friends.

you greeted them politely before you finally whispered your answer to him. he leaned down slightly just enough for him to be able to hear you. "yup. have been for over five years."

"so i can take you out?"

you glanced at him before grinning and nodding, "when and where?"

"how about tomorrow at 8pm? i'll pick you up from your place," he whispered to save himself some embarrassment from his friends.

"sounds great. second last door on the right."

the same evening he took you out, you two went to a restaurant, walked around the streets late night drunk out of your mind and even shared your first kiss together.

as expected, you two were perfect for each other. you'd never expect a stranger on the lift would end up being your first serious partner.

you were currently getting your place ready for another date– just dinner. you lit up a candle in the middle of the glass table, just when you blew the match out, you got a phone call.

"hey babe. i'll be running a little late, the elevator's stuck."

all you wanted to say was 'do not fall in love with whoever's in that elevator with you,' after all, that is how you two met and fell for each other. you didn't want to seem like a possessive girlfriend though so you were a bit more subtle.

"konoha akinori. my darling, my beloved. you know you're mine right?–"

"y/n, we've been together for over a year. i'm not going to fall in love with the old men on this lift," he scoffed, "they want to get home as much as i do."

you smiled on your end, "i'll call the front desk."

"love you y/n." he emphasized the 'o' while saying love.

you blew out the candle because you knew this was unfortunately going to take a while—you didn't want the white candle to melt before the night even started.

on the other side of the call, you heard konoha talking to the old men on the elevator. "yeah, it's my girlfriend. we were also stuck on this lift when we met. just had to assure her that i wouldn't fall in love with whoever i'm stuck with."

you took a seat, remembering the morning you two met as well. it was stressful at the moment but now that you look back at it, you were glad the lift froze.

"i love you too. see you soon 'nori."

#konoha #konoha akinori #konoha fluff #fukurodani #haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #sports anime #anime

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commonwealthoccurences · 3 years

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Companions React: Finding An Abandoned Child

Request: Hi, I really love your writing! Could you maybe do companions react to finding a crying child hiding in like a car or an abandoned building?

TW: Child abandonment, trauma, PTSD in some characters, themes of child neglect and abuse

The Scenario: Sole and their companion are travelling through the wasteland, looking to collect scrap for the latest project. They were on high alert, of course, considering it was the wasteland, guns drawn by their hips as they crept forward into another abandoned building. It seemed to be relatively untouched, which was promising. That is, until the companion rounded a corner to head into one of the nearby doorways, and was met with the sight of a small child silently weeping in the corner. Alone.

Cait:

The image of that child alone, covered in grime, their face coated in tears, is forever seared into her mind from that moment on

She wasn’t allowed to cry much as a child, it was considered whining, but if there was one scene that could represent how she felt her entire childhood, it was that

She was rushing forward before she could even think about it, almost failing to consider how frightening that may be to the child

Luckily, she remembered shortly after her impulsive actions, and slowed down, kneeling a few feet away

“Do you need help?”

As soon as she can coax the child into trusting her and letting her pick them up to get them out of there safely, she struggles to let go

Even when Sole’s trying to check the child for injuries, she has to fight herself internally to let go of them

After a long talk with Sole, that child becomes priority in her life; sometimes the people who’ll mean the most to you find you in confusing ways

Curie:

She doesn’t think much about the possibility of accidentally frightening the child

She’s already in front of them and checking them over to make sure they don’t have any life threatening wounds

If she accidentally scares the crap out of the kid, she realizes her mistake and backtracks

Kind of forgets that Sole exists at that point until it’s time to carefully pick the child up and get them out of the building; they’re the designated body guard

Once they’re back at Sanctuary she confers with Sole on how to make the child most comfortable

They discuss whether or not it would be better for the kid to stay with them, or in Sanctuary in general, or to look for suitable adopters; their decision relies on where Curie’s at in figuring out herself and where Sole’s at in the main story (if Sole is canon-compliant)

Danse:

There’s supposed to be a protocol for similar situations according to the Brotherhood

He has a moment of weakness, seeing a child so helpless like that

He gets hit with anger, surprisingly; he tries his best to remain detached, and he’d like to think he’s pretty damn good at it, but the idea that someone could abandon their child like that?

He suppresses it long enough to have Sole carefully approach and check the kid over (he knows his armor isn’t exactly the most relaxing sight)

He’s somewhat silent on the way back to the Prydwen

Handing them over to the medical staff is difficult for him and he needs to take a moment, but at the same time struggles to leave the child

He asks Sole to stay with them so they have a somewhat familiar face and steps outside for a moment

Pulls some strings to get them adopted onto the Prydwen: he tries to keep a semi-detached relationship moving forward but definitely has some bias towards the child as they grow up in the Brotherhood and checks in on them

Deacon:

Unfortunately, it’s not the first time this has happened; he’s travelled for most of his life, and hiding out in abandoned locations was part of that

Child abandonment is more common than other people would like to believe, so he’s gotten used to sorting things out, and honestly, it’s not all that different from his work in the Railroad

Regardless, he’s had practice

He approaches slowly and quietly, but talks so that the kid is aware of where he is

He walks them through what he’s doing as he checks for any obvious injuries, asks a few questions if they’re verbal and not completely dissociated, and wipes their tears

Asks Sole for any sort of blanket or spare shirt they may have and wraps the child in it for comfort before asking to pick them up

Any conversation about the kid is done out of earshot- it’s not exactly comforting to hear strangers discuss how messed up you and your situation is

Instead he has Sole stay alert as he mindlessly tells lighthearted stories for the child to listen to if they can hear

Once they get back to Railroad HQ he stays nearby, tells jokes, can provide signing if they’re deaf, makes sure they give consent to every part of being treated, gets them some food, etc

Needs a moment once he’s told that they’ve found somewhere for the kid to go

One of the rare times he gives Sole a hug without prompting

Gage:

Has no clue what to do or what’s going on

Makes Sole approach the kid; “What if it’s a tiny feral ghoul?” “Gage, you’re an idiot”

Keeps his distance for the most part unless Sole asks him for help

He will pass the child some food or water, silently, in order to try and bond or something

Very much uninvolved in the process as long as Sole has things covered, but he does get extremely vocal in the fact that the child needs to go to a good home

Haylen:

Uncertain in how to approach, but once Sole tells her what they plan to do, she’s willing to help

Asks a few questions about why they’re there and what happened to them, but if she’s not getting answers, she knows to back off and focus on what might be going on physically

Once they’re both sure the child has no injuries and can be moved, Haylen uses cloth they collected to fashion a sort of back-carrier; the most practical thing is for both of Sole’s arms to be free for protection

Has a long chat with Sole about what to do once they get back to the Prydwen and briefs the medical staff, but after that, she lets Sole take over

She knows that spending more time with the child means she’ll get attached and that’s the worst thing she could do to either of them

Will ask about what type of home/community the child went to after they’re gone and feel reassured once Sole explains

Sometimes she randomly thinks of them and reserves a moment to send them her best wishes, but other than that, tries not to care

Hancock:

His heart absolutely shatters, but he knows that approaching may make things worse; after all, they’ve probably run into feral ghouls depending on how long they’ve been on their own, and his appearance won’t help their distress

Instead, he sends Sole forward to check up on them and build some repertoire

Sole has to have a small chat with them about how they know that there’s bad ghouls, but there’s also very nice ghouls, and that Hancock is the nicest ghoul they’ll meet

If the kid freaks out once they spot him he feels sick to his stomach, but if they don’t, he’s relieved

Has Sole carry them just in case the child changes their mind and freaks out after calming down, but will talk to them

Doesn’t really want to bring them back to Goodneighbor, but if that’s the closer option, that’s where they go instead of Sanctuary

Either way, he finds himself extremely attached already, and once the child receives medical attention, he’s bending over backwards to get them whatever they want food, drink, and comfort wise

Once the kid falls asleep, he sits Sole down to talk; (if they’re close) do they think they could co-parent?

Really doesn’t want to let the child go to another home; he’s seen the shittiest of shitty of the wasteland, and doesn’t trust anyone else to raise the child right, but at the same time, he doesn’t think he’d be a good parent

If Sole reassures him and is willing to take on the job, the pair adopt the child. If not, they bring the child home to Sanctuary and discuss with different settlers there whether or not they’d be willing to take on a child

The Longs get first offer

MacCready:

While emotionally he’s destroyed by the sight, he knows how to deal with the situation

He’s a natural with children after Duncan, and so it’s easy for him to approach calmly with plenty of warning and go through the process of making sure the child isn’t fatally wounded before getting permission to move them

Asks some basic questions, if the child isn’t mute, and tells some stories about Dogmeat and the silly things he does

(If Duncan isn’t healthy and he and Sole are just friends) Mac knows that having to part with the child is going to break his heart the moment he sees them, but he can’t take on another kid with the way his life is; it wouldn’t be fair to anyone involved

(If Duncan is healthy, has been moved to Sanctuary, and he and Sole are either best friends or partners and co-parenting) He waits until they’ve gotten the kid settled and talks to Sole about whether or not they have the mental, physical, literal, etc resources to take on another child

If they agree he’s ecstatic, considering the child won’t have to go to another set of strangers before finding somewhere safe

Brings Duncan in on the conversation and explains what’s going on and asks his opinion

Nick:

Like Hancock, despite the fact that he’d like to help right away, he knows that his appearance can be frightening to those who aren’t used to it

Instead, he tells Sole to go first and approaches afterwards

Whether he’s consciously aware of it or not, he tries to keep his face out of the child’s line of sight to avoid frightening them

Once they’re on the move he’s already gotten in a debate with himself on whether or not he’s willing to put on his Detective hat and look for the child’s parents

Of course, it could be a misunderstanding, and they could’ve gotten split up during an attack or something

But at the same time there’s a visceral anger in him that someone would let their child end up like this; it’s not rational, he knows, especially since it could be an accident, but he can’t really help it

He knows where he could place the child already if Sole and he aren’t in a place to handle the responsibility (and it takes a long while into their friendship/relationship for him to even think about co parenting) due to the many families he’s met during his work

Piper:

She thinks with her heart and not her head, so she’s already scooping up the child before it even registers in her that that may be a bad idea

Panicked, trying to soothe the kid as she’s shooting Sole a frantic expression of what the hell

Has no idea what to do, really, and looks to Sole to help her out

Once they’re on their way to somewhere safe she discusses the fact that (unless she and Sole have moved to Sanctuary and are past the main questline) they probably can’t take on a child

They’re consistently travelling due to her work, Sole’s fighting their battles, etc

If they’ve settled, they already have both Shaun and Nat to worry about, so she’s not quite sure how another child will work in their lives

But if they do decide to take on the responsibility, the decision is made when she goes to get food for the child back in Sanctuary and finds them fast asleep against Sole’s chest

Something about that image seals the deal for her and she knows she and Sole need to have a long talk

Preston:

Unfortunately, like Deacon, this isn’t quite an uncommon sight for him

He approaches and talks his way into trust with practiced ease that’s quite telling of how things go in the wasteland

He’s picked them up and is already on his way out by the time Sole registers what they may want to do about the situation

It’s not really a question to him that the child’s coming back to Sanctuary; he knows that someone will take them in, even if he specifically can’t

He’s had enough field training (and practice) that he knows how to check for injuries and treat some basic ones, so that’s done swiftly and as painlessly as possible

X6-88(Institute):

Doesn’t really see the point in getting involved, but if Sole wants to do something about it, then he doesn’t protest; after all, he’s there to protect them, no matter what antics they get up to, no matter how unadvisable

He keeps his distance and pays no mind to what they’re doing with the child, he’s simply there to keep guard

Wants no part in the matter

X6-88(Post-Institute):

Really isn’t sure what to do at all

He lets Sole approach first and takes cues from them; their cautious body language, quiet voice, etc

Pretty much just follows their lead the entire time due to his uncertainty of the situation, but he adapts eventually

Offers them water pretty much right away because he knows how threatening dehydration can be especially since they’ve been crying

No matter how much he may want it, he doesn’t bring up the idea of him and Sole co-parenting first; they would have to say something first for him to discuss the idea

He is one of the most protective when it comes to finding a family for the child, if that’s what he and Sole decide to do, though

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 3 years

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Honey & Sweetheart

Spoilers for Season 15x20 finale

Summary: The reader talks to Jensen and a special friend about struggling with parts of the finale...

Pairing: Jensen x reader

Word Count: 1,700ish

Warnings: language, spoilers

A/N: I wrote this one more for me than anyone else but if you feel similarly to how I do, I hope it helps you a bit like it did for me...

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“Honey,” said Jensen as you stared out the window over the kitchen sink. “Oven’s going off.”

You spun and heard the beeping from the timer but he was already pulling on oven gloves. He took out the dish and set it on the counter, taking off the mitts with a strange look.

“Y/N. Are you okay?” he asked. You shrugged and he stepped behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist. “Still thinking about the finale?”

“It was a few days ago,” you said.

“Honey. I thought you said you liked it Thursday night.”

“Oh course I said I liked it. This thing has been a part of you for so long. You’ve been with the show longer than we’ve even known each other. I am so proud of you and the guys and everything you did.”

“But.”

“But I’m so angry and sad at what they did to Dean. I wish I’d asked you to tell me the end over a year ago when you found out instead me wanting to be surprised. I’m so mad because there was a sign all over your face about how it would go and I ignored it because I thought you were upset they would both live quiet normal lives and not go out blaze of glory. I should have said something. I would have called somebody.”

“Honey no one would have listened,” he sighed. “That was the ending always.”

“They should have listened to what you thought about it.”

“It was decided before I walked in the room.”

“I get it. It’s just not fair you had to do what they said with no say of your own. No one on earth knows Dean better than you and they ignored you and that’s wrong.”

“I’m not a writer, Y/N. I didn’t have a good idea.”

“Why the fuck did we just make a production company if you don’t have the ability to come up with ideas then?” you shot back. He stepped away and started to walk out of the kitchen when he paused. “I’m sorry. I know you had no choice. I’m sorry you’re telling me it’s okay as much as I’m telling you lately. I should be taking care of you. He deserved so fucking better though.”

“I know he did,” said Jensen quietly. “I know some people liked it. Some hated it. The general consensus I’ve gotten one or the other is that yeah, most agree he deserved better. I knew he did. But it’s done and I can’t change it.”

“I know, honey,” you said. You nodded and he stepped closer again, resting his hands on your arms and cocking his head.

“Sweetheart,” he said, voice lower and you looked up at him. You stared and he smiled.

“Jensen don’t-”

“That’s not my name,” he said, still smirking at you. “You do realize I’m like right here, sweetheart. Anytime you want me I’m right here.”

“No you’re not. You died a stupid death. I would have taken a stabbing, a bite, a shot, a sacrifice, so many other ways. A fucking accidental death for you was stupid. Some think it’s poetic and realistic but I don’t,” you said. He shrugged and you bit your bottom lip.

“You were always gonna be upset if I died though.”

“Because your character grew the fuck up and knew he could have more in life. You should have gotten to have more than a dog for a week. You deserved everything Sam got too. I deserved to see that was Eileen he ended up with. I deserved to see that Cas and everyone Dean cared about was in his eventual heaven when he was an old, old man. I deserved so much better than a premature death.”

“I was forty one.”

“Jensen’s forty two. So if he keels over I’m supposed to say aw shucks he lived long enough, it’s cool? I wanted you to have everything you fucking deserve. What was the fucking point of you growing all that time for you to die from fucking rebar on a run of the mill hunt? You died just like you thought you would as a kid and I fucking hate that. Just because it is how you thought you would go out does not mean it-”

He leaned down and kissed you hard, resting his forehead against yours as he broke off.

“I never said it was a perfect ending, sweetheart. Write your own story. Write how I come back. Take it from me, I know a guy, hot guy, you may be acquainted with him and he really wants to come back in a few years once he’s gotten some space. He wants to take more control if that happens. He will he promises. He wants someone that cares as much as he does to help him figure that out. So you gonna help him out and figure out that perfect ending for me? That way to bring me back? You know this world. We break the rules all the time. You could have me back in a heartbeat. What do you say? Gonna help him and his friends out?”

“Yes,” you said quietly.

“I know you see yourself in me, sweetheart. I know you look up to me. I’ve heard from our mutual friend,” he said. You turned your head away and felt tears build up again for the millionth time in the past week. His fingers grazed your cheek and turned you back to face him. “So I deserved better. I deserved a long and happy life. Just because I deserved it and didn’t get it doesn’t mean that your story ends up like mine.”

You blinked and he smiled, stroking your cheek.

“You can have your happy ending. Keep going towards it. Don’t ever stop. You deserve your happy ending too. But you’re writing your story. You can take control in a way I couldn’t. You deserve happiness and you’ll get it. Don’t be scared it’ll go away, sweetheart.”

“I hadn’t thought of that until just now,” you breathed out.

“I know. Don’t be scared for you is all I ask. Go figure out my comeback story and figure out how to give me some kickass hunter wife and I get the kids and house and whole nine yards. You figure that out for me cause you need it and I’m not opposed to it. In the meantime, I’m gonna hang around with our mutual friend. Well I’m always gonna be around him but I’ll be around if you want to talk. Just say so. I’m gonna tag along the ride of his happiness for now okay?”

“You’re such a dork,” you said as you nodded and rested your head against his chest. “But I fucking love you. Both of you.”

“I know you do, sweetheart,” he said. “I’m okay. I promise. I want you to be too. If our friend tries to take care of you, do me a favor and let him? He’s not the only one allowed to feel so strongly about this.”

“Okay, Dean,” you said with a smile. “I think I feel better now.”

“It’s okay, honey,” said Jensen, his voice lighter as you hugged him.

“Thanks for doing that. I needed it,” you said.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he chuckled. “But maybe listen to our friend. He made some good points.”

“I’ll still be upset about it all, maybe forever, but I’ll be okay,” you said. He kissed your temple and you shut your eyes, holding onto him. “Would it bother you if I honestly said there was parts of it I didn’t like at this moment?”

“It’d only bother me if you pretended to like it because you think that’d make me happy. You can support me and be proud of me without loving 100% of it. I have my own thoughts and opinions on it all, you can have yours too...plus I wouldn’t mind seeing your way of mixing it all up...you gonna pull the boys out of heaven?”

“Maybe. A few years from now, if you’re ever really serious about what you said, own it. Make those choices yourself.”

“Yes mam,” he said, kissing you again. “Want to go see if the new coat rack I put up in the mudroom earlier looks alright? I think I really nailed it.”

You stared at him and he giggled as he broke away.

“Too soon. So too soon,” you said as he pulled you with him towards the far side of the house.

“You cry and stress bake. I use bad humor and talking to Dean to cope. We all got out methods,” he said. “But seriously, I think I nailed it.”

“Jensen. You need to stop.”

“I’m gonna take a selfie with it and make that joke on instagram. Everyone’s gonna love that,” he chuckled.

“You need to calm down with the shitty jokes on instagram young man,” you laughed as he spun you around.

“You laughed. I won,” he said, booping your nose. “Thanks for telling me how you really feel about the end though. The end for now at least.”

“Just gotta keep teasing me with that don’t you,” you smiled.

“Not a tease, sweetheart,” he said, flashing you a wink. “Maybe we can get Dean with a beard and some swearing, what do you say?”

“Maybe I could get a preview of that?” you asked.

“You certainly fucking can,” he smirked, voice low again.

“Oh yeah, that’s definitely on the list,” you laughed. He cocked his head and kissed you gently, picking you up off the ground. “Love you.”

“Love you too, Y/N.”

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