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bathboysblog · 2 years

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Bathboy, i cannot FATHOM you leaving us with your monster au drabble and not writing anything on it. do you do requests? or just, general hc dumping stuff? didnt know since you dont have a lot of interaction here. but anyhow!!! can you write something for your zombie Alyx scenario? maybe Gordon discovering her transformation?

:eyes: i know who you are, anon. and oh my lord, i forgot all about the monster au, rediscovering my love for non-human characters. warning for body horror and a bit of fighting gore. also, lots of angst.

-Draw-

Gordon wasn't selfish, he wasn't, it was only a means to survival. Lives had to be lost, some people were more important than others. Simple medics shouldn't be holding a rocket launcher to try and help him fight a strider, and groups of citizens should just run to safety while he took care of soldiers, but everyone wanted to play hero, even at the expense of their own life. It seemed reckless to try and have people stand head-to-head with him. ‘If a mere doctor could take down dropships, then why can't i?’ Well, maybe because you don't have the weight of a tank replacing your clothes, or maybe it was because your intergalactic time traveling boss doesn't save your ass whenever you're stranded in an alien dimension with no way home. Gordon tried not to get attached anymore, the blood on his hands mixed with the red of his enemies and the crimson of his own allies. Everyone was responsible for their own survival at the end of the day. That was not selfish.

Ironic that Eli's blood was the only one that would be able to match his own, wasn't it? The man used to be so prickly at Black Mesa, stubborn and snappy, it made him infuriating to deal with as a higher authority. Despite Gordon's college degree, he was still in training under the Vance name to become a full-time scientist, only testing out the HEV suit in a series of flexibility tests. Instructions given out by Eli, mumbling behind his back and into overhead speakers, then something would break. The whole reason why he needed glasses was for a shard of glass that had nearly popped his eyeball. Being partnered with Eli's daughter was not, in fact, something Gordon looked forward to.

It was hard to see Alyx as an equal sometimes, and not in a higher position as her father had been. She seemed overqualified compared to the real scientist, being a skilled hacker and an innovative engineer, quick in combat and skilled in her vivid mapping planning. Despite how many times Gordon felt like dead weight on her heels, Alyx didn't seem to mind. From all the traits she had inherited from her old man, he was forever thankful the nitpicky nature wasn't one of them.

As time went on, the free man had become comfortable in his partner's presence. She's saved him from tight corners more times than he can count, crawling through vents and deactivating Combine shields. She was observant, shouting out a heads up when enemies were near and warning against faulty looking wood in old apartment floors. Of course, Gordon never listened, not catching onto the words as they were spoken and falling down to the sour waters of the basement. Alyx never seemed to hold grudges though, offering a hand to his sweaty glove and hauling him up to a higher platform to continue the mission. The other wished he had that type of patience, the effortless team qualities or the worrying heart. Those senses had dulled on Gordon after all he's been through, all he's taken. But he was trying, if only for Alyx.

Now, all of the progress seemed non-existent as he walked alone down a sewage platform, kicking a dead headcrab away from a half full battery to power his suit. He wasn't selfish, Alyx was only left alone for a few minutes, it's not like her partner completely abandoned her in the darkness. It seemed smart, traveling through the sewers to avoid the Combine, quickly getting to the next town over with some sort of hard drive, he didn't know, Gordon clearly wasn't a technology guy anymore. Though, of course, with City 17 being on such high alert, the flying little cameras were guarding the underground as well. One blinding click of a photo, and the next thing the duo was faced with was an army of white hooded soldiers barking alerts into their radios. If the sewers hadn't been so narrow, it would have been funny to watch zombies dance with the enemy. hop into some isolated office, guard the door, and watch the war win itself. Though such comfort was impossible in a place filled with the city's shit water, nobody spent their dayjob sitting down here in a cozy office.

So, in a moment of quick thinking, Gordon had led the guards away as Alyx continued forward to take out the horde. Split up, take out two sides of the enemies, and regroup, a familiar tango that he had trusted within his ally to replay. As the white suits bled red, falling into murky waters and bubbling to pink, stealing their high-tech guns and taking the treat of ammo all for himself, Gordon’s metallic footsteps were the only other pair he could hear in the sewers. Had his eardrums been popped from the fight? Were the constant bullets vibrating past his head making him go deaf? If it weren't for the dim clicking of his flashlight, losing power every so often, that would seem like the case.

Running across a familiar leather jacket, the fur of the collar ripped as claws tried to drag it to the concrete, there was no doubt in Freeman's mind that Alyx had raised hell in his absence, judging by the trio of headless zombies with the fabric under their nails. The woman had a strong kick, skilled in not only bullets, but in hand to hand as well, a technique not even Gordon had learned. He once watched a zombie get their jaw popped clean off with the sucker punch under their chin, the teeth exploding with its discolored saliva. That much she didnt get from Eli, the guy couldn't throw a real punch to save his own life. But then again, he has changed since Black Mesa, as if it was only yesterday. Well, it was, if only to Doctor Freeman.

As a click of metal skit across the concrete, carelessly hit by the bottom of the man's boot, a slight sense of dread bubbled in Gordon’s stomach as he shined his light on the object. A pistol, the nozzle modified for a faster shot, tape wrapped around the handle to keep its grip through sweaty hands, it was Alyx's gun. She wouldn't just toss this, not the only weapon she had. But maybe she had found a new one, broken the right crate at the right time, pulled out a rocket launcher and blew up the horde. The image brought an artificial sense of humor to her teammates mind, no matter how unlikely it was. No, why would she just drop a perfectly good gun instead of storing it for later? It was kicked out of her reach, that was it, she probably gutted the zombie who slashed her and painted their brains on the brick walls. But no blood was smeared on the ground, only a glob on the handle of the white taped gun. The similarities between the image and the shade painted on the soldier's white uniforms quickened Gordon’s search.

Gasoline, the stench of rotten eggs would almost be overlooked in such sewers, if not for its sweet aftertaste. So Alyx managed to find a light after all, lit up some barrels and sent the crabs flying. The sound of prickling fire around the corner was bringing his search to a stop. A dead end, making sure to kill the rest before making it up the ladder to the surface, what a petty hit. Though, Gordon wasn't much different in his spite, a chuckle pulling at his lips commending Alyx for the extra sass. He remembered when a zombie threw his own loot box at him and broke the ammo over his head. He may have gotten a distasteful knot, but they had gone swimming in the coastal ocean via bridge jumping.

Finally turning the corner of the hall, his glasses being lit up with the fire surrounding the bodies, the scene took him aback. It was a massacre, bodies and bodies of the dead stacked on top of one another, crawling through their own remains just to get their hands on whatever lay in the middle. Headcrabs dismembered at the base of walls, splats of their blood exploding the concrete, their spines bent at awkward angles and their limbs still twitching from adrenaline. For the first time since being reawakened, Gordon felt fear. Paralyzing, awestricken fear.

With his shotgun in hand, readjusting the grip to snap him out of his trance, the mere scientist felt like an outsider to all the gore. Just as in the basement of Black Mesa, screaming as a headcrab jumped at him, sobbing when an elevator of his colleagues fell to their death, the free man felt trapped in the sea of possibilities.

… She had to have made it out of here. This was a zombie trap, he repeated as a body was kicked to the wall, trying to clear a path to the middle of the pile, she took cover and lit the fuckers up with a grenade. Picking up Alyx's ripped belt, forgetting about the hard drive set on fire from a spray of gasoline, she crawled out through a vent to wait out the storm.

A vent? In the sewers? No, maybe she got to higher ground, managed to find a ladder, managed to find a door, or jump in water. She's waiting at a gate, she's trying to retrace her steps back to the entrance, looking for a flashlight, for fire flares, Alyx Vance is alive.

Desperate, he felt desperate to see the middle of the pile, grabbing zombies by the back of their shirts and hauling them out of the way, digging his fate in the middle of the circle. What if they weren't dead? Can zombies even die a second time? What if they start moving, start clawing at Gordons suit and dragging him down into their clutches? Anything was possible, but the feast of cooked skin and boiling limbs had to be peace enough to continue digging.

A creak. The floor was uneven, metal was brushing up against the concrete, there was a latch under his feet.

Suddenly, the worries felt stupid now. Of course Alyx knew the sewers better than him, she was a mapping expert after all. She probably knows the entire city by the back of her hand. She lit a bomb and hid comfortably below the wreckage, probably laughing as the bastard’s bodies hit the ceiling. It was stupid to assume anything less of her. The Combines greatest fear, Eli Vance’s pride and joy, the menace wouldn't be stopped by a mere trample of the undead.

Moving his feet to the side and hauling up the lid, the thick latch was heavier than it looked. Perfect, it won't open to any pounding on it, or any explosions, she was a smart fighter.

Gordon jumped down into the new tunnels, almost slipping and busting his ass from landing on spidercrab brains. No rest from the wicked, huh? But, as his flashlight confirmed, it was dead, though not by any round of bullets or a wave of fire, it was bubbling with acid. How strange.

Moving his light to finally see the rest of the small cubby, to find Alyx polishing a shotgun or sitting in the dark with a lighter, resting on a lawn chair and lighting up when she sees her partner.

‘Took you long enough’, the ghost of the voice teased, as if the dangers were nothing more than a firework show, ‘I was starting to think you forgot about me down here.’

‘I lost the hard drive, but I know a Combine base nearby’, Alyx’s body twitched in the corner of the room.

‘I know my dad's message, we can just send them though that signal and shut it down,’ a spidercrab rattled in delight as it dug its nails deeper into her skull.

‘You know, so we don't get hunted again?’ acidic saliva poured out of her mouth, broiling the skin of her lips and leaving a hole in her throat. ‘I doubt the rebel base would appreciate the company. Guess the dangers only suited for a fine taste, aye Gordon?’

Alyx Vance’s face was mangled beyond recognition. Her arm charred black from the fire, her clothes steaming from the acid. The spidercrab had launched itself right into her eyes, burrowing itself into her templates and snuggling into its new host. She twitched again as the flashlight flickered, lopping her head to the opposite side and letting the weight lean her body. Claw marks in her shirt, rotten teeth sticking out of the flesh of her leg. Her voice breathed through her throat in a muffled hum, the skin of the hole flapping to the air. Sliding her knee back to her body and putting her strength back to her limbs, the woman began to push herself up against the wall, using her own blood as lube to slide up the bricks. As unbalanced as she was, blinded and deafened as her senses were shared by the spider, she mumbled again, trying to move her mouth under the tar skin of the parasite. Maybe a hope that she had been found, or a warning to any more enemies to stay back, that she was still ready for a fight.

Alyx Vance was alive. She was stubborn and alive.

The fight had ended at a draw.

#half life #half life 2 #hl2 #alyx vance #gordon freeman #gordon x alyx #gordon/alyx #freemance #hl #eli vance #monster au #Draw #Draw part 1 #im gonna hunt you on discord

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fandom-imagination-ss · 2 years

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Hot take on Season 4 as a whole over a certain Character. Jonathan

Clearly Spoilers On the entire season 4 inculding volume 2

No hate on the actor naturally! ^ this scene above is the ONLY Time I felt like he was truly the Jonathan I remember and liked in the series. Sure he was a big man when the feds were coming for Elle but other than those 2 scenes I didn’t recognize this character at all.

The Jonathan from seasons 1-3 wouldn’t keep Nancy in the dark. especially after he had that heart-to-heart about Not wanting to attend college with her. with his buddy. and How he wanted to stay to help his Mom ect. and then was told how he was a idiot and to talk to Nancy.

I didn’t like how he kept basically trying too gently Ghost her out, cause he was to scared to break up. IMO he wanted her to break up with Him because he didn’t want to be the dick and break up with her.

but after the entire Chat and him realizing he was being a idiot. when he finally got to Nancy I just naturally assumed he would tell her the truth about collage but he decided to Lie. and that- that isn’t the Jonathan i remember.

idk if it’s just Me but I found him.. Grimmie this Season. I Loathed the fact they made him a pot head. I Get it’s common in that time (and Now) but clearly he was using it to cope with Not being with Nancy and you know.. the aftermath of Hawkin but Even Will and Elle noticed a Huge difference in his behavior. No amount of Pot can excuse he’s shitty behaviour he wants to stay close home to help his mom and brother and new sister. but when he is there he’s just getting High. he even admitted that he and Will dont talk as mcuh anymore and he took responsbility for that.

IF he was helping, having a part time job, turly helping his Mom out i would see why he didn’t want to go off to Stanford or where ever Nancy is going. cause he’s family needed him. but he wasn’t helping his family out?! he was just getting stoned every day and Shuffling thru life. he’s using his “family” as a excuse he’s Just not that interested in Nancy anymore and needs to cut the cords. and needs to put his adult pants on and just end it. (( I also think Nancy needs to put on her adult pants and dump his ass. cause she’s clearly rethinking her feelings for Steve)) that relationship is done they just need to end it. and move on.

a main problem I have about Jonathan’s selfish behavior how is it that Only Will noticed how badly Elle was being bullied? they are in High school so they are in the same School why wasn’t Jonathan who is all about “Family” Not helping Elle? he could of easily Sat with her at lunch and tried to protect her from the bullies? but No.

No he didn’t care.

Jonathan use to be one of my favorites because he was the underdog who fell in love with Miss perfect and they were a Odd ass couple but cute Af.

This Jonathan was different.. other it was the trauma (which they didn’t show him having any trauma from Hawkins) or thet fact he just simply outgrew Nancy which happens. ALL the time in young couples. Or what. but he wasn’t the Jonathan i remembered. The Only scenes that reminded me of the old Jonathan was when he talked to Will in the Kitchen and him trying to Protect Elle from the police like I said earlier.

Honestly.. If Jonathan Died next season I wouldn’t care.... I have a list of ppl i dont care who dies on the show. he’s on it now after this season.

#jonathan byers #stranger things #my personal opinion #No hate #season 4

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bumblebaubles · 2 years

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marvel series rankings (so far)

falcon& the winter soldier: sigh, ok. me, as a black person in america, i feel as if i was obligated to like it. The social commentary was a bit too on the nose for me. (since its a franchise like marvel i can get how they probably didnt want too too much ambiguity for these issues because they could do serious damage if they didnt draw clear boundaries for what they do/dont support) But,additionally, i dont think i cared about the characters enough before hand to really get into this series. Bucky is super popular on here, but he never really caught my attention. falcon was cool, i liked seeing more of him, but i dont think much about him either. to his credit, he is one of the more sympathetic, likeable characters, most of the reason i even got as far as i did into the show was because of him. but another thing that led me to tune out was the stakes of the show. The stakes weren’t all that high, or as high as they used to be in marvel. and i mean i get it, theres only so many times the world can end or a place can be threatened before no one really cares. but because of the relatively low stakes, it was mostly carried by the characters, which as a i previously mentioned, i did not care deeply about before. around the time the walmart captain america went awol and started fighting the doramilage i tuned out. maybe i’ll try and finish it sometime

hawkeye: hawkeye was cute. i thoroughly enjoyed the dynamic between our main characters. it was a spiderman type of wholesome. disgruntled vet, starry eyed newcomer. teamwork. family. shennanigans. there were a few things the show did cleverly i appreciated. in the first minute of dialogue its established that kate bishop is rich but not spoiled.”dont forget about the charity gala””oh god you know those galas are stupid” “i know helping the community is so bad” “you know thats not what i meant” or whatever. she excelled at a lot of sports, is a carefree spirit and not very responsible.hell, she breaks a monument on a dare. yet, throughout the show, she starts to mature without losing her optimism. she’s put under pressure and she doesn’t break. hawkeye has a pretty good arc too, learning to forgive himself, trying to move on. i dug it.

wandavision: i know, i know, blasphemous. but i didnt really care about wanda before the show started im sorrryyyyy. The show made me care more about her by the end though, it was a really good show. apparently there were some fanservice moments i missed, like since i didnt finish agents of shield i didnt get any satisfaction from seeing those characters, had no idea who they were. While i thought monica was a good antithesis to wanda i think her superhero arc was rushed. The mystery element of the show??? phenomenal??? the plot twists?? exceptional???i think i enjoyed the buildup more than the finale. by the time vision had that talk with the other vision, and wanda started trauma dumping I thought it was pretty cool, just shortlived. the joy is in the journey, not the destination

moon knight: moon knight slayed i cannot front. i really loved their depiction of tarwett ( i’ll figure out if i spelled queen’s name right). they did a good job of setting up marc and steven. one user pointed out how by getting viewers to sympathize with steven first he wont be seen as the alter that gets in the way of marks hero work, he wont be seen as dispensable. which yes, he did break my heart on multiple occasions marvel is paying for my therapy. but marc, marc was also bringing a lot to the table. not gonna lie, i felt like layla was a bit rushed in at first but I started vibing with her when her father was brought up. The brief few times he was mentioned i really did sense how much he meant to her. I already mentioned tarwett but tarwett is a queen i stan. konshu is a asshole and i did have a like/dislike relationship with her character. he was so manipulative and selfish to marc, but in a way i appreciate how it was steven, the sweetone, the earned his respect. even though his respect doesnt really mean much like hes still hella shady. the end, once again, i liked it. i didnt love it. i just thought it was good. but the next one, this next one left me wanting more

LOKI: now loki.... loki.... loki is that bitch. point blank. argue with a wall, a lamp, a rug idc. the premise was already so cool. and even though i didnt care about loki as a character before this show, the circumstances and situations he was put in made him compelling to watch. he was a character that had to hear about how he lost everything, and became a better person, without ever experiencing it. he had nothing left for him ,no purpose, no family, no life ti escape back to. but the bonds he made with sylvie and morbius worked in a organic way to help loki realise his worth or his ‘purpose’ and i actually really dug the finale. it had me STRESSED let me tell you. This show was really well done honestly. seething and fiending for season 2

#loki #moon knight #wandavision #hawkeye #fatws

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squeet-smooch · 10 months

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I cannot imagine that you want me. When was the last time you kissed me? Or said my name? When was our last date? When did you last hug me that wasnt out of pity? When have we last cuddled?

When have you last thought of me? When did i last say anything non triggering or non vent to you? When have we last been anywhere near each other? When was the last time you'd look at me? When you'd look in my eyes?

I can kinda get it, especially after today. If i was you i would regret me too. There's not really anything about me that isnt triggering for you.

The drugs which, you say recreational snd i say medical. But who am i to tell you you're wrong. How dare i after i said something knowing it would be bad. The fucking zadr shit. Of course its a bad ship in the full canon, and of course you had a bad fucking go of it previously. Of course i mentioned it wrong, misinterpreting my past memories, seeing the wrong universe. Of course i hurt you and of course you were the one who comforted me. Of course we did things because im an idiot. You probably felt like you had to. Of course i regret it all. I dont regret you, i would love to choose you. But i regret that i let you choose me. Of course im on hormones, the ones that scare you. Of course i merely mentioned them. Of course i ruined that trip. Of course its all been my fault. Of course i made it up here late and clawing and scratching. Of course i still triggered you. Of course i broke your things. Of course i broke several things. Of course i cluttered your space, brought too much. Of course of course i lost my ID and am still STILL failing to replace it. Of course im letting you down, because of course i am.

Why do you let me live here? Guilt that i have nowhere to go? The dog you rescued, hoping he'd find a new home when well enough. Hoping he'd eventually get out. A fun temporary thing. "Married"

Irken married. Why. Why me

When have i brought anything good? When have you asked for me? When was the last time i wasn't alone. Isolated. I pulled away because i could sense that I've been hurting you, and you retracted all the way without hesitating. Im losing you and you would be better off with the other 2. Of course he is replacing me. He's sleeping in the office? Where. When my stuff has been removed? He's excited to live with me too, as i am him. But are you? You haven't seemed to miss me

And maybe i am selfish. Maybe im the asshole. Im actually a narcissist. Im sorry. I'm expectant and needy and listless and useless and stupid. Im unhelpful and lazy. Im so lazy and stupid. I don't help, i make things worse.

How many things have i broken. I promise i have been careful, you wouldn't see it even if you lived in my body. You'd believe all the awful things about ne. You'd know exactly why you should abandon me, dump all my belongings in the yard. Leave me to rot in the rain.

I told you i was a trauma holder. And you left me alone. It was already shaky, our bond. I was relieved, and i told you because i thought things were improving, that my trauma was being treated and we were being soft and warm. I was grateful you were being so affectionate, so gentle. I need absolutely nothing from you, and im sorry im being greedy. One look from you is a blessing very rare few can afford, and you've given me so much more than that. So, so much more than i ever deserved. But how could i tell you any of this. How dare i. What is wrong with me? My problem? How dare i. How dare i. I'm an evil demanding creep. Im not a person and im not irken anymore, im vile.

Im barely conscious anymore. Im alone. I put myself in storage and I'm going to cumulate dust before you can even bear the sight of me.

Im so horrid. Rancid. Bad. It's all my fault and im sorry i didn't protect you. Im sorry that it's my fault and i got you to start trusting me. I broke it immediately somehow, I'm a walking trigger.

#vent #negative #do not rb

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blissfullydeadly · 2 years

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september 1st , 2022

today I woke up having an absolute hatred for my roommate. a couple of days ago she left her journal on my bed. the thought of opening it up and reading it made me queasy to my stomach. i was entering someone's safe space. a space where I clearly did not belong. but, me being the intrusive bitch i am, i opened it. And i kid you the fuck not...the page i opened it to was about me.

she fucking went through my journal when we were still back at Kardon. she then took bits and pieces of what I said and put it into her journal. i was absoluety dumb founded. for me, her journal was on my bed. she willingly went out of her way to search for mine and you know what she fucking wrote for her excuse..."I had an instict to look at L's journal. And well, my gut never lies". Like bitch...are you fucking kidding me.

i hinted at her yesterday that I dont really write in my journal anymore but yet i write on my tumblr space that no one fucking knows about. not even my best friend.

my bf was right. she's a toxic bitch. but at the end of the day i find myself still talking to her and still doing nice gestures for her and i dont know why. she posted a little august dump yesterday and I wasn't included in it and it made me so butt hurt.

this past month i have been helping her get through everything with her and zach. and etc. shes also really fucking hot headed. she posted something on her private this morning with a picture of herself and the caption was " so and so saw it first but im hot"...like bro.

idk, to be honest i have been reaching out to other people. and i have been trying to make freinds so I can proudly say that i have been making an effort. it's just really like an AGH moment

yesterday, i said something really not nice to C. he's been working really hard on getting this house and he's been working his fucking ass off at work for the down payment and etc. he's also been making calls like every mornign to get his insrance and realator in the same boat and all these other adult things.

we were on call yesterday and i decided to be a bitch and I said, "I hope your not miserable at made in america". he instantly let me know that that was really fucking rude and i felt awful after i said it and i apoligiced. he told me that saying sorry doesnt take away the hurt.

i let my selfish thoughts out and it ended up really hurting his feelings. he was the one that bought me the tickets for my birthday and he really didn't have to do that. and on top of him already being over worked...that was just not cool to say. AT all.

sometimes, my thoughts just come out and im really negative. he told me yesterday that whenever we try to plan something i shit on it. and now that i think about it hes not wrong at all. i shat on out vacation, kutztown, other planned things.

i really need to get my ducks in a row because what im doing isnt right. i think he deserves someone better than me . someone that has the capability to treat him as well as he treats me.

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destructivepacifist · 2 years

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IM OK just dumping thinking abt how my cousin deadass in 7th grade manipulated me into thinking my best friend at the time was going to abandon me and stop being friends w me and i dont know what exactly he said but smth abt a gold card or whatever and me being tht for her that sucks he's kinda fucked me up in more ways than one man just kinda sucks bc he rlly was supposed to be one of those ppl who i felt i could rely on and we could be friends or smth but thinking abt all the stuff between us just sucks i wonder if he remembers what happened still and it sucks but i dont want to confront him abt it like i do but i dont my memory issues make it so hard to tell if my memories are correct or if im fabricating it or anything i get vivid images of things tht happened and i can sometimes repeat it in my head but so much of my life is lost that i cant personally remember and is probably with someone else its just another drive for psychiatry help i guess it makes me scared to get into any problems in life in general like i can barely remember if i clocked out at the end of the day at my job and that sucks dude hell i couldn't even remember which cousins of my best friends m--sted her and i just had to sit there and watch her mom cry because i couldn't answer her i just wish my brain was different sometimes. i wish i didnt have to live with this shit. but im sexy in other ways so its whatever i guess i know im allowed to be hung up on my memory not serving me and having haha mental illness, i feel dummy selfish for it but i'm trying to let myself express when i'm not doing ok

i'm only now realizing how emotionally pent up i've been for a while rough man.

#.==`- yeah X( not fun thoughts but its good to let em out #for once im not having a breakdown and just thinking abt it

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captnjacksparrow · 3 years

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i dont like sasusaku and not even slightest naruhina, but its weird that you hate sakura as a character and not the creator himself. as much as i hate sakura, i used to love her development but all that went to trash right around the ending. honestly they should've just made narusasu a canon because that made more sense and even sakuino made more sense that some of the hetero pairings 🚮

Apart from the first line of your ask, I somehow disagree with everything, Anon.

Let me tell you why.

First off,

SNS becoming canon by holding hands or kissing or walking towards Sunset.... was never going to happen. So expecting that is kind of extremely childish. I was only unhappy because they wanted to go for this Next Gen shit. That made Kishi to marry off every other characters without any development until Chapter 699.

Second off,

I am immensely happy with what I got. That is NaruSasu became Soulmates. One can't exist without the Other, One complement the Other. Even though they have married those girls and have children, I don't think they will die for their families. And they still love each other more than their own families. Point me one popular Shounen with this kind of Development between 2 male Characters???!!! So, Kishimoto made something extra-ordinary, unusual and I must appreciate him for this from the bottom of my heart. From the way he has written their bond, he really wanted to end with an Open Ending... Like no pairs and trash.

Third off,

What even SakuIno means???? I mean, Sakura was totally going horny over Sasuke's dick and kiss. She was always touching his Body whenever she gets the chance. How can she be paired with a girl??? Same case with Ino. I am not Anti-SakuIno or anything. Probably you ship them for their aesthetics. But both the girls are filtered Heterosexual. They don't have any Lesbian Subtexts like SNS has. Sorry, that is just a crack ship just like SasuHina. They both are friends. That's all.

Fourth off,

Since when did Sakura's character had better development, Anon?? You mean that Sasori fight??? You are calling it as a development, and I am still calling it as a Selfish Obsession on her Sasuke-Kun. Sakura took that fight very seriously only after Sasori mentioned the name of Orochimaru. Sakura thought, if she manage to defeat Sasori, she could get information about Orochimaru which inturn will make it easier for her to retrieve Sasuke. She never fought for Gaara or Naruto, which is what she should've done in the first place. Tell me, how is this called as Development??? Just because she repeatedly punch stuffs???

In part 1, she was a total annoying Asshole and in the end she was even more of an Asshole.

It's not like the Author developed her as some Badass Girl and then dumped her for no reason. She was always written to be hated. At no point, I felt the Author made any conscious effort to make her likeable.

Fifth off,

You are asking me to blame the creator.... And why should I??? If Kishimoto can write amazing women characters like Tsunade, Konan, Kushina.... Why can't he do that for Sakura as well???

Let's take Tsunade

Her body was splitted into Two Halves. It's really gory to look. I think even Danzo had a pretty nice death... I think she is the only character in Narutoverse to have her Torso separated from her Lower Body....

Even then

She still wants to save other people with whom she had no proper connection with!! She was still thinking about saving other Kages rather than saving herself.

Tell me atleast one moment when Sakura thought about putting her life on the line to save other people??? Or tell me at what point point of the story, Sakura remotely displayed her selflessness???

You can't.

If Kishimoto can write someone like Tsunade, why can't he make Sakura, a strong person??

Let me tell you... If I am an Author and if I want to make a character likeable, the very first thing I would do is, to make that character be nicer to the Titular Character. This is an inherent and unwritten rule. That's exactly why Hinata was liked by many people.... It's funny, people really liked her a lot in Part 1 (not realizing her inherent shittiness)... But he decided to potray her in a wrong way starting from Part 2. If only Sakura was nicer towards Naruto, I repeat nicer... not to love him... people would have liked Sakura more. But all she did was behaving extremely horny towards Sasuke but showing Drainage-level care towards Naruto. And do you really think Kishimoto don't know this logic?? At no point, I've seen her being completely genuine towards Naruto. Even when she wanted to feed him Ramen, she only did it because of Naruto's devotion towards Sasuke.

Throughout part 1, she was an asshole... Towards the end of part 1, she was nice because she needs Sasuke's dick.... And in the beginning of Part 2, She totally was using him to retrieve Sasuke... She cared him here and there.. In the middle of Part 2, she shamelessly fake confessed him.... In the end of Part 2, she was begging Sasuke to like her... She didn't care about Naruto or Tsunade, who were about to be killed by Sasuke...

Where is this development you speak of, Anon???

I am Sorry, I still feel like you are a big Sakura fan and want to make an excuse by pushing the blame on the Creator. Because Hinata fans also always do this same thing... Like pushing the blame on Kishimoto for writing her that way. They never once realise that the character they like was piss poor because the author wanted it that way.

By that logic, I must criticize him for making Sasuke take certain decision which I am not OK with, too... Right???

If your favourite character don't behave in certain way like you expected, then there's only one thing to do. Blame the Author.

Sorry, I won't be doing it for any other characters in Naruto series. I accept every characters with the way the author has written.

Sakura is a pathetic character and she was meant to be. It was intentional and deliberate from Kishimoto's side. He wants this character to be hated and that's why he wrote her that way... And I know The reason for why he did it... Which is not the point of this post.

Just ask yourself, this question Anon...

If a secondary character like Ino who was very similar to Sakura, got a good development towards the end... There are so many good woman characters inside the Narutoverse. But still, in the end, why Sakura and Hinata alone was shown to have a negative and ugly development??? What makes Sakura and Hinata different from the other women??? Why particularly these two women???

Just give this question a deep thought and you will find the Answer.

People taking the wrong cue about a Character and blaming the author for the Character's shittiness... I am Sorry, I don't support this logic.

I would really appreciate those Sakura fans who completely accept her shittiness, mistakes, flaws and still able to love her... Without blaming the author. Because I've seen such fans but they are very rare to come across.

#antisakura #anti sakura

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s4ijoh · 3 years

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meet me halfway (across the globe). suna rintarou

SUNA RINTAROU X GN! READER

GENRE: slice of life; facetime call; fluff

WORD COUNT: 1.4k+

WARNINGS: established relationship; mentions of stress

in which suna is somewhere far away…

[10:22] rin: “you up?”

[10:23] rin: “big game tomorrow morning.”

[10:23] rin: “cant’ sleep. need to see u.”

the phone buzzing on the bedside table startles you out of your morning somnolence. the empty spot in bed next to you feels a weird type of unfamiliar. you drowsily stretch your arms out, reaching for the ringing device while dragging out a loud yawn.

you are taken aback by surprise once you take a look at the numbers displayed on your phones lock screen: 10:25am. its already past midnight in his timezone. he shouldn’t be up this late.

swiping through your phone's screen, you waste no time in dialling his number once you come across the green facetime icon and luckily, it is only a brief moment until he is picking up and oh boy are you met with a sight to behold. if it werent for your concern, you could’ve just stayed there, marvelling in awe at your boyfriend, sitting shirtless against the headboard in all his glory. his pale skin is gleaming a beautiful shade of orange under the dim light of the table lamp thus reminiscing a statue made of gold; his tousled, black feathery hair sticking in all different directions yet with just a few loose strands cascading down the sides of his temple and framing his face in such way that made him look effortlessly handsome.

he looked as beautiful as ever. however, despite the apparent picture perfect scenario, you would be a fool not to notice the clear signs of restlessness showcased on his features nonetheless.

“sorry, did i wake you?” suna apologizes tenderly with a doting frown on his face once he notices your lids still heavy with vestiges of somnolence just barely peeking from the bottom of the screen. your phone is propped up on your chest, the lower half of your face hidden away from him as you refuse to get up from your comfortable position laying under the warm blankets.

“dont worry about it, baby.” you hurriedly push his apologies aside whilst rubbing the sleep off your eyes to try and not make him feel too bad about it “you know you can call me anytime. im always waiting for you on the other end whenever you need me”

he offers you a subtle smile, although its odd — its weak, not sincere. it is not the usual signature smirk with a teasing remark on the side you earn whenever you say something cheesy. it is also hard to miss the darkening spots growing under his tired eyes, his usual sparkly green orbs now nearing dull, heavy with underlying frustration. it made it all crystal clear.

rintarou is not an outwardly emotional person and definitely not one to voice his concerns. his pleas for help were often left unspoken and it takes a sharp eye to see through his unwavering surface. for the most part, the blank expression he's seen wearing most of the time did a pretty good job at shielding his feelings yet his eyes often betrayed him.

he had taken off a couple days ago to somewhere foreign for an important match. you know how sometimes, before a decisive match takes place, he lets pressure get to that pretty head of his and relies on you to keep him grounded and soothe his racing mind. for the longest time, he had been capable of keeping his emotions at bay and deal with his troubles on his own but ever since you came around, rintarou found himself growing selfish and craving your comfort, finding solace in your reassuring words and warm embrace.

you miss the old days when your lover was just at an arm's length and all it took was for him to say the word for you to drop everything and come running to his house, to hold him in your arms and make it all feel better. you remember people in highschool claiming suna was bound to fade into the background given his lazy tendencies and lack of enthusiasm. (what a waste of potential, they would say) suna would shrug. he never payed any mind to it — you praised him on his unshakable nature. it should be a major ego boost for rintarou to know that, not that many years later and against the spiteful tongues of some of your classmates, he made a name for himself as a first division professional volleyball player, thus proving them wrong.

however, he still has quite a few demons to tame inside his head. one of which was self-doubt.

you let your eyes roam his tired features for a moment. “you need to get out of your head, rin”

suna knew you could read him like an open book. you made him feel vulnerable under your scrutinizing gaze. he felt exposed. to have you stare directly into his naked soul was intimidating, more so than to have you stare at his nude body, like you have done dozens of times before. but just like you did with his body, you had taken your time to get to know every corner of his soul. you knew him like the palm of your hand — both mind and body.

“i know.” he tears his gaze away from yours, looking down while running a hand through his disheveled hair and down to scratch his neck in frustration. “tell me how have your days been?”

the silence of his hotel room was eating him whole and he needed you to distract him. most of the time, suna was fond of the silence. after a rough day he found comfort in laying down in his bed and basking in the quiet. he found peace in it. sometimes it was in the quietness of his own little world that he found the solution to his problems. but upon your arrival to that mysterious world of his, your voice soon became his favorite sound. he craved you to fill in the silence that he once treasured.

and so he listens. suna listens as you talk throughout the night (who would’ve guessed you had just woken up), rambling on about your days as other trivial things — namely how you could never get used to starting the day without his morning cuddles. he found it endearing how you seemed to speak enough for the two of you. he was a man of few words so he was lucky to have found someone to fill in the silence for him. and so he listens until his eyes start progressively feeling heavy, your voice lulling him to sleep.

“hey, baby” he calls in a barely audible raspy voice. suna lays down on his side under the cold unwelcoming bed sheets, holding his phone next to his face on the pillow “put your pretty face on the phone”

a soft smile crawls its way up to your flushed face at his sugar coated words, his voice although drowsy sounding sweeter than saccharin. you were so lost in the lovely image of him that you failed to notice that your face was barely on the frame, just your eyes peeking shyly from the bottom of the screen.

you shuffle in bed, turning on your side to mirror his position. its almost as if you’re not a hundred miles apart and he's lying right next to you, if you squint hard enough.

“there you are” he mumbles weakly under his breath, a loving smile on his pillowy rosy lips that you miss dearly.

his eyes appear weary through the screen yet he never fails to look at you with the utmost love. dumbfounded, you wordlessly stare at each other as you fall into a comfortable silence that is however, filled with a hundred unspoken words.

his love is quiet, hesitant at times but never shallow. he felt deeply and feared he wasn't the best to put it into words so sometimes, his love, it hides beyond lingering stares and shy touches. it remained unuttered most of the time but words are futile when he has shown his devotion to you countless times before.

“hey rin. you think you can go to sleep, now?” you notice him fighting the urge to let his eyes close shut, battling to stay awake for a little longer to try and memorize your face for later so he can dream of you tonight.

he simply nods with his eyes shut, too sleepy to pronounce a single word.

“call me tomorrow after the game, alright?” he nods yet again, noticeably starting to drift away at last but not before muttering a quiet i love you before the last hint of consciousness leaves his body, eliciting a tender smile from you.

“i love you, rin. ill meet you in your dreams tonight.”

[a/n]: so! writing this fic made me realize that im undeniably in love with suna and he now owns a 51% share of my heart. (oikawa. ill never forget you. its not you its me (suna) maybe its time i move on. 🤒 jk jk ill have both pls and ty 🥰)

anyways ye i guess im back from my mini hiatus (as a full suna whore) :))

this is honestly a word dump, initially this was supposed to be like... what.. 500 words long? i just thought of the prompt “put your pretty face on the phone” and the rest is just me pouring my love for him into words ah-ha. (you probably noticed how it is unnecessarily cheesy 🙄)

just for the record!! i havent finished season 4 just yet 🐸 lmao. i took inspiration off of nooras (@/inarzki) characterization of suna because she was the one who made me fall in love with him in the first place.

#suna rintaro x reader #suna rintarou #suna x reader #suna fluff #suna rintarou x reader #suna rintarou fluff #haikyuu x reader

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bansheeoftheforest · 3 years

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Uh, is there still an angst break? Ignore this ask until your ready if so 👉😎👉

What was the au where Jekylls pushed down the stairs and experiences a skull crackening again? Oh well but I've been thinking of a branch of that where Jekyll doesn't know hes dead like all day. I also cant remember if that was already discussed or not

The lodgers patch him up, he complains of a headache, and goes on his merry way! He's confused why all the lodgers are so nervous and being nice to him all of the sudden, why creature is looking at him with a stange mix of empathy and pity. He was told he fell down the stairs, fell unconscious, and obtained a bit of an injury. He cant fathom why Frankenstein is "The only doctor who can treat him" why he has to constantly go to her for checkups. Why Maijabi is suddenly following him practically everywhere.

Hyde squeezes back control for a moment and tries the potion but it doesn't work. Maybe a bit of pain but certainly no transformation. Jekyll assumes his injury or whatever medication they're giving him to treat it somehow negated the effects

Jekyll complains about "suddenly blacking out" the lodgers know its because his soul is slippery. They tell him it must just be a side effect of the injury and not to worry

How long can they keep it secret from him? When does he find out? Does he? Does it get to be years only for him to realize that he hasn't aged? That he still needs checkups from Frankenstein? Does he learn sooner? Does a lodger crack and say it? Does he rot? Does he notice how so very cold he is. How animals act around him? It's all very interesting,,

I actually did think a bit of Jekyll's kidnappers for the amnesia kidnapping au! When drawing that lil sketch of Henry and O'Leary meeting Robert I had considered making it so O'Leary was suspicious of Lanyon like "Oh theres no news anywhere of someone matching Thomas' description who's missing. But some random people walk up claiming to know him? Begging to take him back with them?" And he'd think they were the kidnappers. But ultimately I decided against it as I felt Lanyon and Rachel were pretty clearly, genuinely concerned for "Thomas" :p

I tried playing assassins creed once, the first(?) one. But the controls were confusing and everything was sorta thrown all at me at once, and I got bored of it quickly

But! I went to the store the other day and just so happened to notice Syndicate was being sold for 15 dollars 👀 So I bought it because funky Victorian assassins and your influence! It's a bit less confusing then the first ac game I tried but why is going down or dropping so hard bdksnks. I'm having quite a bit of fun! If you dont count my rage and annoyance-, the B button refuses to cooperate with me unless I'm looting corpses >:(

The b button being the bane of my existence aside, I AM having fun! I like the funky outfits and I want to play as the girl twin (evie?) forever because her clothes are good and shes better at attacking than jacob(?) For some reason. Probably the stun her weapon has? Oh well! I have not unlocked any new outfits yet, nonetheless I wish there were more.

Also! I was thimking, and my current quests are taking place at 1868? Did I get that right? And Jekyll is like 35 in 1885. So in game he'd be 18! An au like I believe you mentioned sounds very interesting 👀 but I must play more to know what's going on and daydream about it

That would be the resurrection au <3

But god, I really like that branch! Especially combined with the hc that he can't feel pain bc the HJ7 and the transformations made him immune. Frankenstein patched him up and made fleshweaver to heal the crack in his skull but it still has to be bandaged, he surely broke a few bones, yet all he has to do is to be careful because it doesn't even hurt. He doesn't even realize how severe the injuries are because it doesn't hurt, it very well might just have been that he accidentally slipped at the bottom of the staircase and accidentally hit his head on the railing during his fall, rather than getting physically pushed and flying down the stairs, shattering his skull upon impact with the marble floor. Y'know what would be extra fun? If he only starts getting a bit suspicious about how severe the injury was once he realizes his lungs stop breathing for minutes at a time when he gets distracted, or his heartbeat stops dead in his chest. I know that that's not how biology or even creature works but lets say the HJ7 is funky, Zombie Jekyll my beloved. Perhaps he would only fully grasp what had happened once he blacked out too much and 'passed out', but his soul slipped out enough to leave his body unconscious on the floor while his soul/ghost was just... Watching. And it's not until Maijabi (who, as you said, follows him everywhere) immediately calls for more Lodgers saying that Henry's soul is getting unstable and Frankenstein's lousy job is starting to shine through that he fully understands that it was not a mere hit to the head. Or maybe it is when days, weeks, maybe months has passed and the headache never goes away, he only feels how his body starts feeling so much more... Fragile and delicate, that the guilt has eaten Helsby up alive and he corners him and spills everything, knowing he is going directly against what the group agreed to but not being able to keep it a secret much longer-- or maybe Creature would tell him immediately, once Henry is, for once, alone perhaps days after the initial accident. He cannot see Henry struggle to understand what is going on when he already knows what's happening to Henry, his mind, and his body. He doesn't listen to the plan that Frankenstein and the Lodgers has set up and immediately tells Henry the first moment they are alone. That would certainly be horrifying, I can only imagine how the Lodgers would find Henry after that, once he actually knows and manages to process everything. He would be so mad, not only to have been killed in the first place, but also because he was robbed of an afterlife because the Lodgers were selfish and could not accept the consequences of their actions. He would be mad, he would be so pissed and I have no doubt he might actually be mad at Maijabi too for even agreeing to help Frankenstein and the rest of the Lodgers. That anger would not stay long, though. That anger would soon turn into misery and sadness and paranoia so even as Henry has tried to push Maijabi away, Henry still ends up on his doorstep begging him to help him make sure he is not rotting, because no matter what anyone says, he is sure he can see rotten spots and patches on his skin and he is just so scared and jdhfjsdfdsfsfs... <3

Ooooooohhh, I was actually daydreaming about this just this morning! Granted, I woke up at 5 and began to daydream to fall asleep quicker but I still like the thought of O'Leary being suspicious of Robert/Rachel/Jasper/the Lodgers bc he is protective of 'Thomas' and doesn't want anything bad to happen to him and especially with the idea that Henry still has hallucinations and they both think he was abandoned by his family, left to rot at a mental asylum. O'Leary might very well think that it might be Henry's friends and family that dumped him that Henry had 'escaped' the hospital and that's why they knew he was missing since the Asylum itself obviously wouldn't have posted the news... I really liked Jeks idea, okay? Like a lot, I absolutely love it <3

Oh, the oldest AC game I played was Unity bc it was free after the Notre Dame fire, and I can confirm, I played 15 min and could not get through it even if i would have wanted to, it absolutely sucks so i have no doubt the older games are just as frustrating <3

BUT!!!! I'M SO GLAD MY CORRUPTION IS SPREADING AND YOU BOUGHT AND PLAYED IT AND ARE ENJOYING IT SO FAR!!! Trust me, Syndicate truly is an absolutely amazing game and is definitely one of my top 3 games of all time. I sometimes play it w my friend watching me play and trust me, I know that rage of trying to do smt but the character does smt else... or you try to do smt but the game doesn't react and you miss your chance... Oh well, still a wonderful game <3

My friend loves to play as Evie as well but I'm definitely playing Jacob every chance I get and I honestly get a lil pissy when I have to play as Evie bc I always prefer to play male characters, plus, I just like Jacob better bc he is a sweetheart. He is also canonically bisexual as hell!!! Have you met Abberline yet? The police officer? Him and Jacob together is one of my fave ships for the game. I also bought the ultimate/golden/whatever name it was edition so I had a bunch of extra outfits, I love the sherlock holmes outfit for Jacob but my friend keeps bullying me for it </3

Honestly? The time difference is the bane of my entire idea for the au bc if it's during their time Henry hasn't even graduated yet, and definitely not well-known enough for them to actively meet for whatever reason, and if you use the timeline for the jack the ripper dlc (in 1888) a lot of... Less than pleasant things happen so it wouldn't really make a lot of sense for a crossover to happen at that point but maybe it's just bc im a pussy and refuse to play the dlc. Rn, while imagining the au, I just imagine the 1868 timeline to be the same as the TGS timeline. I like to imagine the Frye Twins hearing about Henry and the Society and promptly breaking into his office to ask him to make poison and stuff for them. I also have a feeling that Jacob would flirt wildly with Henry and that Henry would be less-than-amused. It would also be a very fun thing with the fact that there would be two Henrys, with TGS Henry Jekyll and AC Syndicate Henry Green, soo... XD

#Man I really want to hear your journey through syndicate!!!#Oh man I cant wait until you meet Maxwell #and Crawford for that matter #he was the guy I based the crawford in the fic off of bc i had no idea what else to do <3 #OHH there would also be a lot of mixup with Lucy Thorne and TGS Queen Lucy #oh i can imagine them being rivals #that would be fun <3 #ask #darling-dolly-darlene #banshees au #resurrection au #amnesia kidnapping au

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pizzaapplecheese · 3 years

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Donald and Daisy’s relationship in tlottc

this is my opinions on what is going on and their relationship and there will defiantly be spoilers and maybe a bit of bias, anyways on to my review

we first see Daisy and Donald’s relationship in the first episode, we are introduced to Daisy when she called Donald on the phone, she says that she can't wait for their date and that she wants him to hurry because she was waiting for him in a place she felt unsafe in, Donald says he will, but then he got a phone call from his boss asking him why he was late, Donald was confused by that because he thought he has a day off on his birthday (which funny enough was Friday 13 XD) anyways his boss said if he doesn’t come as soon as possible he would have to fire Donald, Donald rushed into his job and was on his last costumer, a kid who refused to get his haircut which got Donald angry and he tried to cut the boy’s hair so hard that he accident shaved it and he got fired, just like his house since he forgot to remove the kettle on the stove, remember Daisy? Donald forgot to tell her that he suddenly busy that day so she thought he stood her up and dumped him, which is understandable.

the first episode was to show how bad Donald’s life is by showing a bunch of misunderstandings, bad-luck, and having zero proper communication, the first episode have him lose his job, girlfriend, and house all in one day which ironically was his birthday, even though her breaking up with Donald was justified we were presented with Donald having so many problems going around in the span of half a day that I felt a little bit annoyed with Daisy suddenly calling him and calling him selfish.

the next time we see daisy was in episode 5 (which I assume was at least a month and a half in their universe), she visits Donald in his new house when April, May, and June told her the Donald was doing better according to Daisy. Donald says that they should go eat in a restaurant so she can meet the “new Donald” Donald recommended the greasy pan, the rust skillet, and the burnt onion (which Panchito says he finds delicious) all of which she was disgusted in, until her nieces says that he was messing around an was actually going to take her to Shake Quackmore (which is a very rich restaurant) and her response was “oh that is so 2.0″ when Donald heard that she liked the idea he stopped panicking on how expensive that is and instead went along just to make her happy, on the date they talked about what Donald was doing after they left, Xandra says he was not allowed to tell her about the three caballeros or else she would be in danger, so he lies to her on what he was doing, she then talks about the reason she dumped Donald which was she said “one of the reasons we broke up is that i could never count on you, you are always leaving me stranded” anyways back with the others, they were in serious trouble with the lava queen thing and they needed Donald to help them so Xandra took Donald and pretty much yelled “DONALD, Panchito and Jose are in trouble” and donald being a good friend that he is tells her that he needs to go because his friends needed him which for some reason she was angry at, when Xandra and Donald left Xandra tells him to not worry and that she was sure that daisy would understand with Donald replying “you don’t know Daisy” after Donald helped his friends he ran back to the restaurant and asked Daisy to forgive him, but Daisy left. Her nieces gave Donald a letter Daisy wrote to him that says “Donald, you are just as angry, undependable, and selfish as you always were. Don’t ever call, email, text, write, video conference, speak time or smoke signal me ever again, however the service her was excellent, 4 stars”.

okay, so the first half was okay, like she was just visiting Donald and seeing how he was doing, which I think was okay. I find it a little strange she was disgusted by Donald’s choice of restaurants until her niece stepped in and recommended a very expensive restaurant but I brushed it off, after that when she talks about the reason she broke up with Donald, if you forgot then this is what she said “one of the reasons we broke up is that i could never count on you, you are always leaving me stranded” which although i know their relationship is based on misunderstandings and confusion i must say if anyone is making you feel like you cant count on them and is always leaving you stranded then leave them you dont need them, relationships are built on trust and if you can’t count on someone on anything then there is no reason to be in a relationship with them, anyways back on topic Donald left because his friends are in trouble which you would expect your partner to understand, but nope Daisy straight up wrote him a letter telling him that he is still angry (which not once have he was ever shown to be angry when she was around) undependable, and selfish which i find strange that he was considered selfish when she and Donald was told by Xandra straight to their faces that Panchto and Jose were in trouble, l am just confused by that, also the fact the Donald knew she was going to react like that kinda urks me if you know what i mean.

In the next episode Donald was upset that Daisy broke up with him again so he pretty much was bitter for the whole episode and easily snapped at his friends like when Panchito ask/sang if anyone got a book and braille Donald yelled “oh shut up” or when Panchito said that Donald was unemployed homeless and single before he met Xandra Donald shoved Panchito’s face on his food, it wasn’t even a light or joking way either, he just shoved his face on it.

honestly, as much as I love Donald he was pretty much an ass, I mean I understand he was upset because he broke up with his girlfriend again but he should seriously calm down.

in episode 7 we see Daisy again and this time she is introducing Donald to her new boyfriend Dapper Duck and when he asks what she was doing (didn’t she just said 2 episodes ago to not communicate with her ever again????) she said this to Donald “well, I was in the neighbourhood for the gala and I thought I should stop by and introduce you to my date new date dapper duck” “we meet after you abandon me at Shake Quackmore” Donald ran off after that because there was a bear he needed to catch for the plot, we see Daisy again when she talks to Dapper about how Donald was acting when she introduced him saying “he usually isn’t that weird” (cue Donald being weird XD).

I honestly see no point in Daisy visiting Donald show her ex her new boyfriend what-so-ever like you broke up with him and the creator made it clear as day that these 2 were not on speaking terms, I see no reason for her to act this way other than being an ass.

in episode 8 we got to see Donald’s magnificent portrait of dapper that I jus-

back on topic episode 9 Daisy calls Donald and tells him that this was his “last chance” and to “not stood me up”, Donald was so excited but there was another mission so the nieces made a plane in which they pretend to be Donald’s body while Donald uses the phone mirror which surprisingly works for some time even if the date felt awkward, but at least we got this funny scene where Jose thought Donald was talking to him when he told Daisy her outfit looks cute on her, back with Daisy who is slow dancing with ‘Donald’ but ultimately the mirror fell off and Daisy gets mad at Donald and says these “Donald Duck what is going on here?!” “what kind of sick joke is this, using my nieces for one of your weird schemes” and when Donald tried to explain she broke the mirror phone and says “Then explain this!” which leads into Donald's temper tantrums that get him Panchito and Jose disqualified.

there is nothing much to say other than the date was awkward and Daisy does not allow explanations (like teachers when you are late to class) and breaks property, like do you know how expensive that could have been?????

in episode 12 Xandra wants Donald to be on 100% focus so she took Donald and Daisy to seek therapy and couple counselling in the Himalayas called the Shang li la, these 2 gets pampered, although Donald was a bit aggressive and shove one of the employees because he they gave him water when he didn’t ask for it? anyways the Shang li la resorts pointed out Donald's anger issues and placed him n a room to face it and he gets beat up by an angry birds egg surprise version of himself that represents his anger issues and realizes all of his problems were caused by his anger, they leave the resort and when they fly out the bathtub that the pet bear was taking a shower from we get the most Hollywood drama-action movie scene ever.

I like how they take couple counselling but these twos relationship made me feel as if it wasn’t really the ‘fix’ they needed, but the whole “where are you going???” “to my destiny” scene made up for that for how over the top it was

we finally see her again in the last episode we see daisy helping the nieces with papers and made a joke about how much she is into puzzles and when Shellgoose loses his presidency they gave them a letter that says that Donald owns the institute, as they walk in the house Daisy and Donald have this conversation in which she says that they would need to work on Donald's wardrobe (and you could kinda see them arguing in the background)

there was nothing really important for me to point tbh

conclusion: I see their relationship as pretty annoying in all honesty, maybe if we saw more on Daisy’s side/point of view or have her not break up with Donald 3 times in 13 episodes then it might have fixed some things, their relationship in this show was a wasted opportunity and they could have done better things with it, I felt confused on why Donald was in love with her and why she keeps popping up for no reason like she doesn’t even check up on how her nieces were doing anytime in this show

Edit: I would like to hear other people's opinions

#Donald duck #Donald #The legends of the three caballeros #The legend of the three caballeros #panchito pistoles #panchito romero miguel junipero francisco quintero gonzalez #Panchito Quintero González #josé carioca #Daisy #daisy duck #Panchito #José #donsy

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vodkanrainbows · 3 years

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Xefros' Daymare

Well my dudes, I already wrote a fanfic about Dammek having a daymare, so this time Xefros is the one to have a daymare.

Some Background Information: This takes place after the events of Hiveswap, wherein Xefros and Dammek leave their lives on Alternia behind to start fresh (Joey is the one to persuade Xefros into coming back to Earth with her) and stay in Earth. They are now living at the Half-Harley Manor with Joey and Jude. Now that Dammek and Xefros don't have to do Dammek's rebellion, Dammek now devotes his life to spend time with Xefros and has learned how to treat him right (especially after getting yelled at by Joey).

Additional Notes: Dammek and Joey are kismesis, and Xefros and Dammek are no longer moirails, but matesprits instead.

Characters: Dammek, Xefros, Joey (mentioned), Jude (mentioned)

Ships: Xefros ❤ Dammek, Xefros ♦ Dammek (mentioned), Joey ♠ Dammek (mentioned)

Warnings: Red Dammek/Xefros, since some people don't like them being shipped red.

Story below the cut! Enjoy me writing at 4 in the morning :)

Ever since Joey was able to convince Xefros to come to live on Earth with her and her brother, Jude, he has been much happier with his now matesprit, Dammek. The two were able to reconcile after Xefros broke off their Moirallegiance for a few months. They recently got back to dating and officially became matesprites. Xefros had flushed feelings for Dammek since the very beginning, but decided to never tell him in fear of being told that Dammek didn't feel the same and would reject him. So Xefros was extremely surprised (and relieved) when Dammek revealed to Xefros that he indeed felt the same. Since they're no longer having to rebel against Trizza, Dammek now treats Xefros right and they spend a lot of time together.

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It was a peaceful night at Half-Harley Manor. Everybody was asleep and the manor was a quiet as can be. Dammek and Xefros share a room together and share a bed. Dammek was sleeping just fine, but Xefros was whining softly under his breath in his sleep.

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Dammek: xeFros, we have to talk.

Xefros: sure! what is it?

Dammek: so i've been thinking...

Dammek: about our relationship together.

Xefros' bloodpusher sank. Uh oh...

Xefros: oh... uh...

Xefros: really?? X:O

Dammek nodded.

Dammek: yes.

Dammek: i think...

Dammek paused for a sec, breaking eye contact with Xefros.

Dammek: we should break up.

Xefros covered his mouth in shock.

Xefros: what?

Xefros: w-why?

Dammek: xeFros, you know i like you a whole lot, but i'm not always gonna have time for you!

Xefros: b-but you said youd always have time for me...

Dammek: that was then, xeFros. things change, y'know?

Xefros' eyes started to well up, burgundy tears threatening to run down his cheeks.

Dammek: i'm sorry, xeFros, but we're done.

Xefros: dammek please

Xefros: dont you DARE leave me!

Xefros was full on crying now, grabbing Dammek by his hoodie sleeve. Dammek was refusing to make eye contact.

Xefros: i-i love you!!! im IN LOVE with you!

Xefros: please!

Xefros: i dont want you to go

Xefros: i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i love you, i lov-

Xefros was interrupted when Dammek suddenly yanked his arm out of Xefros' tight grip, which made Xefros fall backwards onto his back. Xefros yelped in pain.

Dammek was now crying as he leaned over Xefros' body currently on the ground.

Dammek: enough!

Dammek: i said we're done! what part of that are you not getting, huh?!

Dammek: just leave me alone, dammit!

Xefros was still laying on his back, looking up at Dammek with blurry vision. Burgundy tears are now violently falling down his cheeks and onto the ground below him. Xefros only whimpered in response to Dammek shouting at him.

Dammek: ...goodbye, xeFros.

Xefros' eyes widened when he heard this, swiftly jolting up into a sitting position, ignoring the pain in his possibly broken back. Xefros suddenly started to scream at Dammek's now disappearing form as Dammek was walking away from Xefros.

Xefros: DAMMEK!!!!

Xefros: NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO DAMMEK PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DONT LEAVE ME PLEASE!

Xefros stopped screaming when he realized Dammek probably can't hear him anymore. He lie back onto his back as he cried silently to himself.

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Xefros awoke with a scream.

Xefros: DAMMEK!!!!!!!!

Suddenly, Dammek started moving frantically in the bed, jumping to his feet.

Dammek: xeFros?! what the Fuck happened?!

Xefros was crying.

Xefros: d-dammek?

Dammek turned around to look at Xefros with wide eyes. Dammek got back up into the bed and nestled next to his matesprit. Dammek grabbed Xefros and held on tight.

Dammek: yeah, i'm right here babe

Dammek: what happened?

Dammek: tell me everything, ok?

Xefros was still crying, but he felt a little better with Dammek holding him tightly.

Xefros: i...

Xefros: i had a daymare

Dammek pulled back from Xefros slightly, looking at Xefros with his beautiful eyes. He had no sunglasses on, which gave Xefros a good chance to look into his eyes, which were glowing green because of the pitch darkness that they are sitting in. Xefros is the only one Dammek allows to see him without his trademark shades on. Dammek is extremely insecure about his eyes, which is why he wears them, but Xefros thinks Dammek's eyes are beautiful. Xefros even prefers seeing Dammek without the shades on. "my eyes are only for you, baby," Dammek has told Xefros.

Dammek: a daymare? about what?

Xefros: y-you dumped me...

Dammek: ...what?

Xefros nodded.

Xefros: you said you no longer had time for me...

Xefros: i-i tried to atop you from leaving me a-and you...

Xefros had to gulp and take a deep breath. Dammek rubbed Xefros arms up and down in reassurance.

Dammek: it's okay. tell me more baby.

Xefros: ...y-you started to scream at me telling me to leave you alone and i screamed and screamed for you but you wouldnt come back no matter how loud i screamed...

Xefros: i just...

Xefros: dont want you to leave me!!!!

Dammek jumped at Xefros' sudden shouting, but quickly recovered and sat up a little and straddled Xefros' lap. Dammek put one finger underneath Xefros' chin, forcing Xefros took look at him. Dammek was scowling.

Dammek: hey.

Dammek: look at me, baby. listen carefully For me, ok?

Xefros nodded.

Dammek: xeF, you know that'll never happen. i'll always have time for you. i will not leave your side, no matter what happens.

Dammek: i am not perFect, but i really am trying. i love you so much, always have. even when i was treating you like shit.

Dammek: of course joey would try and convince you that i didn't care about you, and you believed her and you dumped me. you realized that we were meant to be together, so you came back to me and we started the relationship from Fresh.

Dammek: but joey was right about one thing. i was not a good moirail to you. sure i cared about you, but i was too caught up in that stupid rebellion to give you the time we should've spent together. i was selFish. i was bossy and put you through dangerous shit, not caring about the consequences. i hurt you so many Fucking times but you never realized it because of how much you looked up to me. i took advantage of that because i knew you'd always come back to me. jude helped me realize a lot of things, xeFros. he helped me realize that a TRUE Friend wouldn't do the things i did to you. i am glad i came to earth. if the portal wouldn't have activated, we would still be rebelling and i'd still be treating you like shit. hell, we wouldn't even be matesprits right now!

Dammek: so in short, i was a shitty person who didn't treat you right.

Dammek released Xefros chin, putting his hand on Xefros' waist.

Dammek: you are literally the best person in my liFe, you always have been. even back then.

Dammek: i love you so Fucking much, baby. you have no idea.

Suddenly, Xefros shifted and pushed Dammek down into the bed and into the mattress. Xefros was covering Dammek's face in kisses. Dammek laughed.

Dammek: xeFros!!

Xefros made his way from Dammek's face to Dammek's throat, splaying kisses all over there too. Dammek gasped a little, wrapping his arms around Xefros with a growl and bared fangs, as if to protect him. Joey and Jude didn't wake up to Xefros' screams. Dammek didn't really have a reason to growl and show of his fangs like that since Joey and Jude mean no harm at all. He still kinda thinks Joey means harm, but he guesses this is normal since they're now in a black relationship. But Dammek still does this whenever anyone harms his friends.

Xefros stopped kissing Dammek's neck. Dammek still has his arms around Xefros. Damnek buries his head in Xefros' neck, purring.

Xefros: thanks, dammek

Xefros: i feel so much better now...

Dammek's reply was slightly muffled, but Xefros understands him anyways.

Dammek: anything for you, baby.

Dammek and Xefros part.

Dammek: wanna go back to bed?

Xefros: sure

Dammek smiled as he got under the covers with Xefros. Dammek opened his arms for Xefros so they can cuddle. Xefros purrs and quickly accepts Dammek's embrace. Dammek pulls Xefros close to him, kissing Xefros on the lips. They locked lips for a few seconds before they broke the kiss. Xefros buries his face into Dammek's neck before finally closing his eyes and falling asleep. Xefros is so grateful to have Dammek in his life.

#this took almost 2 hours lol #xefmek #xefros tritoh #dammek #joey claire #jude harley #theyre only memtioned but theyre tagged anways lmao #yeah i gave dammek a typing quirk #i think his quirk would have something to do with the letter f considering his sign

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bedtimebrain · 3 years

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EXO D.O.:A little Jealous Part 2! (D.O. POV)

Previously I mentioned I might or might not do Ksoo’s but I started writing out of fun and decided to complete it! I really liked this one, hope you guys will like it too! You might wanna do a fast read at part 1 again so it wouldn’t seem too abrupt~

And for those that are new here, there’s a Part 1 and Part 2 (Your POV) to this scenario! The part 2s can be read as a either or if you don’t really wanna read both.

Part 1 Part 2 Your POV

Here it goes!

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Kyungsoo walked straight out of the door without thinking, letting his legs bring him to wherever was quiet. Heading for the elevator, he punched for the ground floor. Seeing an empty cafe as the elevator doors open, he sat down at an empty table trying to sort his thoughts.

The comments he saw kept running through his mind:

‘Cute!Ship ship!’

‘Last long! Was waiting for you guys to make it official!!

‘after so long, finally?!’

A part of Kyungsoo wants to believe in you, surely this was a misunderstanding.

Yet the comments he saw didn’t make sense to him. It made him afraid to give his trust, not wanting to feel like a fool if it turned out for the worst.

Kyungsoo can’t help but compare himself with that guy in the picture. The guy sure looks taller than him and better built . He even had those looks that guys would take a second look at..

Pulling out his phone, he thought to type a text to you, but not sure what to say. Typing then deleting it again and again. Just then, Suho’s call came in:

S: Kyungsoo-ya, the photographer’s wife got into an accident. He’s postponing the remaining shoot to rush to the hospital. We’re heading off , are you coming with us?

KS: uh okay. Hyung could you take my bag for me? I’ll meet you guys at the carpark.

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In the van, everyone was tired after a long day and the van was quiet. But at the back, jongin and junmyeon sat beside Kyungsoo with some sort of tense silence.

‘Hyung, are you not going to ask Y/N about what happened?’ Jongin asked

‘Kyungsoo ya, jongin is right. You sitting here and overthinking isn’t going to solve the situation. Even though that guy is really handsome, you’re not goin to lose to him if y/n loves you. Text her or look for her’

Junmyeon’s words hit kyungsoo right where it hurts. Making a decision, he asked the manager to drop him off when the van passed by your living estate.

Kyungsoo walked nervously to your apartment, not really sure what he should exactly do when he sees you. Before he knew it, he was already right in front of your door. Taking a breath in, he pressed the door bell.

‘Minho ya!!’ Came your voice from behind the door.

Hearing his girlfriend call another guy’s name so frantically made him feel just a little strange.

Looking up at you as you opened the door, he saw your look of surprise, or was it shock(?)

‘Oppa, why are you here ? Did your photoshoot end early? You didn’t text me back tho...’

Though hearing your questions, he was not being able to hold back that feeling of discomfort bugging him to ask

‘Uh are you expecting someone? Minho?’

‘Oh right, speaking of which I dont need him now, let me drop him a text. Oppa come in and kill the bug for me please!!’ His eyes dropped to your hands that were pulling his arm, making him feel fuzzy in a moment, then downcast again. How long as it been since you guys last met? So long that he almost forgot this feeling of warmth only you could give him.

With thoughts clouding his mind, he killed the bug, dumping it away without even speaking to you. Not because he didn’t want to , but he doesn’t know how to. Just then, you gave him a hug suddenly ,

‘Thank you, for killing the bug’

Seeing that smile on your face reminded him just how lucky he was to have you and how much he hated these feelings of uncertainty and anxiousness right now.

Sitting down on the sofa together, you linked your arms with him, then suddenly breaking the silence.

‘Oppa, do you have something to tell me? You don’t look particularly excited or happy to be here today’

Kyungsoo felt his throat going dry, thinking, it’s scary how easily you knew him inside out even though he was so indecipherable to other people...

Setting his mind to stop avoiding the issue, he reached for the water on the table, almost hoping the water would clean up his thoughts for him.

‘I saw that picture. The one on instagram.’ Not exactly having the courage to look at you, he glanced over your eyes quickly and waited for your reply.

‘Ah that.. sorry oppa, it was a dare I had to do at the team dinner, I tried so hard to avoid it but I couldn’t say I was attached either.. ’

Choosing not to be convinced just yet, kyungsoo added quickly

‘But the string of comments sure made it sound like you guys are the most popular ship in your school?’

He saw a small frown on your face briefly and his heart was pumping so loudly in his ears. What if .....

‘Oppa that’s actually Minho in the picture. And you know we are just really close friends.’

At this Kyungsoo was a little taken aback. He did not expect that to be Minho. In your description, Minho was an over competitive loser and one that’s always up to dumb things. This absolutely gave Kyungsoo a false impression that he’s just another childish guy out there or some lanky guy in the track team.

He tried to convince himself to be understanding afterall he knew deep down you both were just friends. But who was he kidding, he suddenly really hated the idea of you and Minho hanging out together everyday, giving everyone the false impression that you both are a couple.

Not being able to contain that internal conflict, he blurted out without thinking ‘I don’t really like you hanging out with minho.’

Crap. Hearing his own voice saying it, he felt selfish and guilty, yet also raw and vulnerable because that’s how he truly felt.

‘Oppa, you were always okay with minho and i hanging out. Why does us taking a picture change that!?’ Seeing you suddenly getting up and raising your tone in exasperation, he knew he hit the trigger button.

But similarly, he was almost at his breaking point now. Not being able to keep his emotions under control anymore, he shot back

‘y/n do you know how i felt looking at those comments?! I am not okay with the whole school thinking you both are together when you’re supposed to be my girlfriend!’ and he too got up from the sofa in frustration.

‘Ya! Even if i am not friends with minho, I can’t always avoid such situations! Because i can’t tell anyone i’m attached, guys still hit on me and people think they can pair me up with random guys because they think i’m single!

To me, they can think whatever they want but minho is just a friend. Oppa, shouldn’t you of all people understand this the most?’

Understand ? Is this how idols who date non idols communicate with their partners when they face scandals and what not? Who would have thought the situation would be reversed this way for himself ?

‘You’re asking me to understand when minho actually looks your ideal type? And i never knew about it?’

The words left his lips, seeming to surprise both you and him. He tried so hard to bury this insecurity inside him. But feeling all hurt and angry with himself, with this situation, he couldn’t really hold it in to deal with it himself. When he first saw Minho’s picture, even he had to admit minho was good looking. And now knowing someone like him was your close friend, he struggled to handle this truth.

‘My ideal type? If we wanted to get together, we would have long ago ok! Why would I get together with you then him?!’

At this it rendered him speechless. That ‘assurance’ was not assurance at all as you both reach the peak of your argument and let silence rule the house. Scenarios of you and Minho hanging out together, having fun kept passing through his mind. How Minho was far better looking than him, far more fun than him, maybe even far more compatible with you than him were thoughts that rudely barge through his mind.

Feeling like this was more than what he could bear at the moment, he was about to walk away, but right there and then your hands wrapped around his waist, in between his arms, and leaning unto his chest. Though you did not say a thing, he understood your gesture of love. Overwhelmed with emotions, he muttered

‘When I saw that picture, it felt like my nightmare came true. Every night i get worried that you would one day get tired of dating an idol.. Or even dating someone like me..

we don’t spend alot of time together but you always get to be with minho.. so much that people think you’re both attached..’

He knew this sounded weak and clingy , someone he doesn’t ever want to be in front of you. But your hug gave him courage to be honest, knowing that sometimes he doesn’t have to pretend like he can hold everything together when he really couldn’t. Through your hug, he knew that some of these insecurities were unfounded because he felt loved right at that moment. Yet the battle with his inner demons has not ended.

You pulled kyungsoo back down on the sofa and started

‘oppa, i cannot promise you people will stop misunderstanding minho and i, but i will be more careful to draw a clearer line in our friendship for you.

and i never thought of minho as my ideal type or saw him in a way more than friends. i know it might not put you at ease hearing me say this, but can you trust me?

I have been friends with minho for many years and have met many guys too. But it’s you for me ok?’

Looking into your eyes, he quietly let the words you say sink in and thought inside ‘it’s you for me too, don’t leave’

Poking him at his stomach, you continued

‘though you may not be the most attractive looking man out there…’

He knew you were joking, but he can’t help feeling a little down at your words, until you gave him a peck on the cheek and continued

‘but you make me feel comfortable and special all at the same time. saranghae oppa, you’re the only one.’

At your words, he couldn’t hold back his urge to pull you closer, resting his chin on your head he said

‘ Though i still don’t feel the best about our situation and about minho, but i know we can’t help this.. Just promise to stay with me please’

You raised your pinky finger and turned up to face him, replying brightly

‘ i promise you oppa!’

Linking your pinkies together, the storm inside kyungsoo finally cleared up today. Smiling back at you, he says the words he longs to say to you everyday till forever

‘na do saranghae’

#exo scenario #exo #exo kyungsoo #exo d.o.#do kyungsoo scenarios #do kyungsoo #exo do kyungsoo #kyungsoo scenario #kyungsoo scenarios #kyungsoo #d.o. scenario #d.o. fanfic #d.o. scenarios #kyungsoo jealous #exo fanfic #exo scenarios #exo jealous scenario #exo jealous

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theravencawsatmidnight · 4 years

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On the Prowl... Pt Four

A fantasy AU

NSFW!!!!!

Warnings: breeding kink.

A/N.Phew this was fun to write up. Thank you for reading. I hope ya’ll are ready for whats to come. All parts can be found under the Ontheprowl tag!

Bakugo was walking back to the den with you over his shoulder ocsssionally nipping at youre thigh with a smile on his face. You kept having fashbacks to the events that had happened. Each step Bakugo took and each nip made youre vision split for a second . You were positive you could still hear Chizome’s words in youre head.

“Im so lucky i get to breed you first...”

Bakugo nipped you again and it brought you back to youre shaking state. You saw Shoto and Chizomes paws following behind Bakugo . Their steps heavy and scary . Glancing up you saw both of them staring at you . Shoto looked like his normal reserved self and not that feral mess you saw before. Chizome was licking the air as if he could taste you. You had to think of something. There had to be a reason the pregnancies were failing. If you could figure it out and convince them then -“ you were dropped on the ground.

Quickly you sat on youre knees covering whatever you could . Shinso was looking down at you , he was sitting on a rock by the fire giving you an unimpressed look. A smile creeped up his fuzzy face.

“Welcome back~” he teased grinning. “So what happened. “

“Chizome almost bred her. Bakugo wants to mark her. But thats it.” Shoto said sitting by the fire.

Chizome leaned down licking youre face before walking away into the jungle .” Mmm , im going to hunt”

“Bakugo. You cant mark this one.” Shinso said

“Hahh?!?? And why not? Whats so special about this one?!?” Bakugo said sitting down by the fire .

Shinso ignored the angry lion and looked back down at you . “Shes so dirty, want a bath incubator?”

You said nothing.

“Im not asking again” his tail swayed in annoyance.

“...ok...”

Shinso got up picking you up in his arms . He nodded back at Shoto who yawned looking up at the rising sun. Bakugo had gotten up to dig threw some bones to chew.

You were trembling in Shinso’s arms . Hiding youre face in his fuzzy chest trying to image you were anywhere else. Even camp. You wanted to be back at camp.

Shinso put you in a lake gently and sat next to you, he cupped some water dumping it on youre head making you scream and cower. You splashed him and Shinso blinked , his tail swayed as he pawed his face. Shinso put his wet paw on youre bloody knee . It made you wince in pain .

Shinso rubbed the back of his neck watching you sink into the water so his other paw left youre knee. “Cmon im being gentle arent i? I promise i wont bite” he smiled, his fangs glowing in the rising sunshine.

You were still trembling . The water around you bouncing lightly . Youre voice was shaky when you finally spoke. “Youre not real..”

“Still on that? Arent you a researcher?” He leaned down purring in youre ear. “This is all very real.”

You jumped scooting away and Shinso smiled laying his tail down in front of you. He swayed it lightly on the water. You splashed water on youre face trying to ignore it. Slowly you turned away to wash up youre cuts and get rid of the blood. Shinso watched you try to get youre back and put his wet paw on it.

“Stop!!!” You turned covering youre chest seeing his happy face.

“You cant reach so i was helping.” He laid his tail on youre head

You shook it off sinking down into the lake untill just youre head was visible. “Why..”

“Hm?”

“You do not seem like them...”

“Would you prefer me having my way with you? Holding you down like a paperweight and violating you. ?”

“No.. please dont”

“This may shock you but “ he laid his tail on youre head again ”im actually nice”

You looked up at the wet tail. It was a dark purple and dripping water. Youre eyes traveled to him looking at his smug face.

“Kittens would be amazing in all honesty. But im not going to get them here. Not compatible.”

“.. compatible?” Very slowly youre hands rose out of the water to touch Shinso’s tail.

“Nope. The woman here are not healthy. They cant carry our kittens or pups”

“If you know this then why dont you stop them!?” You stood up covering youre chest.

“I cant convince them to leave. Only .. well. Heh thats not important” he smiled up at youre bruised body eyeing youre stomach. “You are not from here though. And you smell different.. nice even.”

You sat back down in the water with youre back to him. You were blushing , you felt it . What the hell? His tail floated over to youre front and you grabbed it squeezing it.

“Kinky.” He teased getting closer to you. Touching youre back again purring lightly.

You squeezed the tail again turning around to see him in the water with you. He flashed a smile at you holding his arm out. Something about him was.. different. He wanted kittens but he was not forcing you in anyway. He did not treat you like an incubator.

“Why.. why are you different? My notes say you travel alone usually . Youre not like them”

He smiled purring as he leaned over to pick you up and set you on his lap. His voice was calm and low. “Because making love feels nicer than forcing you .” He lifted you up and guided you down onto his heat sending you into a euphoric dizzy state.

“ wai- mmff...!!!!” It was hot... so hot... you stretched around him taking him all in. He sat you back down on his lap moving his paws to youre hips holding you in place.

Youre head was spinning. The size of him , the heat filling up inside you. The rush that went to youre head. How did you get here? Not even 6 hours ago you were saying these things werent real. And here you were now . Riding one as best you could. Youre breast bounced with each thrust up into you. Every grunt Shinso made rang in youre ears . You looked down at him to see his fangy smile.

While Shinso was thrusting up into you some thoughts crossed youre mind. You were a researcher , thats all. You were not suppose to do these kinds of things . Just a researcher from the city looking for her big break , the next big discovery . It would bring you millions, funding , equipment. Instead you got youreself into a mess of trouble thanks to youre ignorant selfish actions . Instead you were riding this beastmen , this panther. He filled every inch of you . You couldint go back to regular men now , something in youre mind . Clicked

You felt something. And it wasint just Shinso pulling you down to lick and kiss at youre swollen nipples. You felt something in youre mind , kittens. Kittens!!! Little kittens running around. Was he doing this? No . Magic does not exist... then .. how ? How was this making you so excited ?

Shinso licked from youre nipple to youre chest all the way up to youre face leaving a thick line of saliva on you. You managed to rub youre eyes so you could see clearly and you looked down at him. Youre breath heavy and youre pony tail long gone. Youre hair was everywhere and you did not care. He dug his claws into youre thighs grinning up at you with a smug face.

You tried to form words but youre tongue felt dry , like you didint have one anymore. Shinso slowed down to cup youre face. He spoke slowly.

“Yes ? Something on youre mind? Wondering how you got here?”

“I—“

“Well thats an easy one. You want to be bred. I just did it in a non violent way. What are you thinking about hm?” He slowed to a complete stop.

“Kkkk..kiii. Dont..-“

“Kittens? Dont stop? You want to be bred that bad? You want to be filled up with my seed so bad you cant even form words.”

“I—...” you bucked youre hips but Shinso held you in place tight.

You whined trying to get any kind of friction. Shinso just grinned up at you in total bliss. Youre insides were on fire and you were so close.. so close to youre release . It was building with each thrust and the moment Shinso stopped you felt it subside making you whine very loud.

“Oh?” He thrusted up once making you whine again. Please. Just a couple more. Thats all you needed. You wanted to feel it wash over you , youre body was shaking for it, for him.

Shinso placed a large paw on youre back with his claws out. He ran his paw down youre back and at the same exact moment he started to thrust again fast. Youre head fell back and you screamed in a mix of agony and relief. It was the strongest climax you ever felt . Youre whole body shudder in reactionand you fell onto Shinso’s chest half dazed. He dipped his arms in the lake before wrapping them around youre bloody back. You didint even care if it stung, or the fact that he marked you. He was going to give you kittens. Thats all you wanted.

Shinso started up again and it did not take long for him to release inside you. Youre eyes got very wide and you felt youre midsection swell up . Youre insides were full to the prim and Shinso was not pulling out anytime soon. He roared and it quickly turned into a yawn. He pet youre head and you nuzzled into his chest almost giggling. You were a giggling dizzy blissfull mess and thats just what he wanted.

#ontheprowl #hitoshi shinso #akaguro chizome #katsuki bakugo #shoto todoroki #shinso x reader #bakugo x reader #todoroki x reader #stain x reader #my hero academia class a #my hero academia #my hero academia fan fiction

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xmalereader · 4 years

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Kylo Ren X Modern! Male Reader

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Summary: Reader lives on earth, far away from Kylo Ren and somehow he is able to see him one day during kylos training, he feels the readers force and tries to search for him but can’t. So, in order to find him he has to talk to him through the force.

Warnings: Force Sensitive, bullying, soft Kylo, slight angst.

“Your shorter than I expected, but then again. I’m a little surprised on how someone like you can see me.”

He suddenly opens his eyes, waking up from the strange dream. He could hear the sound of chirping birds and the sun was shinning through his closed curtains. He turns his head to the left to see his alarm clock proped up on his nightstand. It read, 7:45AM. He doesn’t want to get up and he really doesn’t want to deal with anything or anyone today. He’s already struggling enough, what more could he go through?

“Y/n, it’s time to wake up!!” He hears his mother shout from downstairs. The older male groans in frustration and drapes the covers over his head, waiting for his mother to come and get him out of bed because their is no way in hell that he is leaving this amazing bed of his.

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He groans once he’s forced down to sit on the dinning table with breakfast ready. “You were suppose to be up already, doctor said that you can’t over sleep when your on medication.” Said his mother as she walks around the kitchen, cleaning the dirty dishes and pots that she’s used the day before.

Y/n could only sigh and poke at his food. He wasn’t really hungry, he was never hungry in the mornings but yet again, he was always forced to eat something. “Is dad still in town?” He suddenly asks and shoved a forkful of food into his mouth, listening to the water run and his mother scrubbing off the disgusting food that stuck on the plates. “Yes, he’s still in town and I have to go too. So you stay out here in the country house and try to relax, remember the doctor said-“

“-said that I should spend some time out in nature to keep myself and my thoughts relaxed.” Y/n cuts in to finish off his mother’s sentence before leaning his head to the side and sighing again. “Can’t I just stay here alone without you or dad checking up on me daily? I’m a grown Man.”

“Twenty is an adult age but you don’t act like a grown man.” She cleans her hands and drys them off. She approached her son and reached out to gently stroke his hair, he could feel her trembling hands as he reached out to grab her by the wrist and gently push her hand away. “Just go to town with dad, I know that he needs you more than I do.” He whispered out.

He caught a glance of his mother’s smile but he avoids it.

“Please be careful and take your meds.” She says on last time before leaving the cottage, he hears the door lock and the sound of the car engine starting and driving down the road. Once the sound goes faint he stands up Harshly and grabs his plate full of food and dumps it into the trash can. He never eats his mother’s cooking or any of his parents cooking, he knows that they pour his medication into his food since he refused to take them awhile back. But now that he’s alone, they can’t stop him.

He makes sure to grab each bottle he finds around the house and empties them out into the sink with a frown on his face.

He was stuck here.

Ever since that voice came to his head it wouldn’t seem to go away and it was slowly making him go insane. Not physically but it was driving him crazy on just hearing that bickering voice speak to him, he’s tried many ways to cut it out but it always finds a way back in. He remembers when he told his parents and expected them to understand but that only worried them, causing him to meet up with a doctor and therapist.

They thought their son was losing his mind, which is why he’s stuck out here in the country side. His parents thought that it was best for him to stay away from the city and towns since he got into a fight with one of his college classmates for calling him crazy, he just lost it and suddenly attacked the poor kid but he didn’t regret it one bit.

His parents were keeping him locked away, they were afraid of him and yet they still try to help when he knows that theirs no way for him to get better.

Once he finishes dumping out all of his meds he tossed the rest of the empty bottles away. He makes his way around the cottage and heads upstairs to his own room to change properly and possibly go outside and take a walk around the woods.

“I Can sense you.”

Y/n was tying his shoes when he hears the voice again, causing him to freeze in place.

“But your too far away.”

He quickly shakes off the voice and brings up a wall that’ll block it out. He’s been teaching himself ways to keep the voice away and it’s worked a couple of times but his walls were never strong enough to hold.

He ignores the voice and finishes up with his laces before grabbing a jacket and rushing down the stairs, he makes sure to grab his phone and headphones before stepping outside.

The cottage was located on the out skirts of London. His father was born and raised here while his mother was born and raised in America, which leaves him. He was born in America but raised in London. He didn’t gain a heavy accent like his parents did and instead kept his mouth shut. He was the odd one of the family of three and he didn’t care, he was always alone and he’ll always be.

Once he plugs in his earbuds he starts to play some music, picking up a stick as he makes his way through the woods. He swings the stick around like a child would and continued to move up a small hill that lead him to a perfect view of the forest. He stood on top of the hill with a small smile on his face, the only thing he enjoyed in his life right now was this view. Everyday he would come up here only to relax and try and clear his thoughts if posible but today he somehow felt different. He felt a shift deep down inside of him, but what was it?

Y/n tosses his stick to the side and sighs. Listening to the music fade away into the background as he yanks off his earbuds and ticks them into his shirt. He enjoys the silence for a while.

“I can see you now.”

Y/n gasps and turns around to see a tall man all dress in black, he has his arms behind his back and he held a strong stern look. “Who are you?” He suddenly asks and slowly backs away from the stranger.

“You Can see me now, that’s good it took you awhile to clear that head of yours.”

The other chuckled nervously and shakes his head. “I’ve finally cracked, this is all in my head just my imagination.” He tells himself as he turns around to face away the man.

“This isn’t your imagination, this is real.” Said the dark tall Man. He was examining y/n, his eyes moved up and down his body and frowns. “I can only see you, but I can’t see your surroundings.”

“Are you supposed to see what’s around me?” Y/n asks and looks around, hoping that he was alone and that no one could see him talking to a stranger that could or could not be real. “Your strong enough to block out your surroundings.” He added which only left the other adult even more confused.

“Listen, I don’t know who you are and you don’t know who I am. Your just the voice in my head who’s finally taken a form to mess with me, I’ve already lost enough and I can’t let this continue on!” He shouts at him and reached out for his earbuds but notices that they are missing from his shirt. “What?”

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“I need a location for this.” The supreme leader hands the earbuds to one of his generals and waits for them to analyze it. “What are your trying to find?” Asked general Hux as he stands next to Kylo with a frown on his face as the other waits for the results. “I may have found another force-senstive but he’s powerful. I tried to communicate with the scavenger girl but instead I was taken to someone else. He doesn’t know that he has the force.” He explains to Hux before tilting his head to the side, feeling the others concern about this strange young man that he’s suddenly stumbled upon. “Wherever he is from, we can bring him here and I can train him.” He finally says.

Before Hux could reply the other general comes back and hands the earbuds back to the supreme leader. “Sir, these come from a planet that doesn’t exist on our maps. It was erased many many years ago.” She says and bites her lip. “What is the planet?” He asks. “Earth, sir.”

“Earth? I’ve heard of that planet before is located far away from our solar system and it’s forbidden for us to cross their atmosphere. I heard that the people that live on that planet are considered weak and selfish. They dont know how to control anything.” Said Hux with a grin on his face. He watched as kylo stares at the strange earbuds and puts them inside his own pockets. “Set corse to earth and get my ship ready.” He orders to the general.

“Are you mad? These people dont know anything about the solar system and how there are more things out here. They’ll easily detect you.” Hux follows his leader around the finalizer. “Then let them know, ill only pick up the boy and come back.” He reached his quarters and watched as the door slides open. Hux stops and stands just outside the doorway. “I hope you know what you are doing.” He said before the doors close in front of him.

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“I need new headphones.” Y/n tells his mother once she enters the cottage. “You what?” She tilts her head to the side in confusion and makes her way to the kitchen where she sets down the bags full of food. “My last ones broke and I need new ones, I dont care if they are the cheap ones I just need a pair to block out the voice...” he whispered the last part softly while avoiding her eyes. It’s been two years since he’s last made eye contact with his parents, he can feel their fear that he sometimes fears of even looking at them.

His mother sighs and placed a hand on her face in frustration. “Okay, I’ll go into town tomorrow and get you a new pair.” She says and turns back to put away the groceries. Y/n can only stand their and watch her work before he finally decides to speak up. “Why dont you go rest? I’ll put everything away.” He approached her and takes the bag from her hands and gave a small smile. She sighs sadly with a smile and nods, “Thank you darling.” She pats his shoulder and leaves the kitchen to allow him to work in silence.

Once she was gone, y/n began to take out everything from the bags and set them on the table so that he could easier and faster. “You seem to have a complicated relationship with your mother.”

Y/n gasps and jumps at the sudden voice. He turns around to see the same stranger standing in front of him this time. “Get out of my head.” He hisses out quietly not wanting his mother to hear him. The other chuckles and shakes his head. “I’m not in your head, you’re like an open book. You’re allowing me to see all of this.”

“What are you talking about?” Y/n walks pass him and began to put away the canned food into the cabinets. Trying to ignore the other, “You think that I’m a voice in your head but I’m not. This is real, its all real.” He held up y/n’s earbuds in his hand to show him that he wasnt hallucinating. “Where did you get those?” Y/n asks and reaches out to take them. Once his hand takes the earbuds back he feels the other brush his gloved fingers against his palm, causing him to flinch away. His eyes widen in fright. “How-?”

“I’m just like you.” He says.

Y/n licks his lips nervously and steps back. “If you aren’t an illusion than what are you?” He suddenly asks.

“I’m a human being like you; they call me Kylo Ren.”

Suddenly he’s froze in place with his eyes widen open as he thinks back to all of his previous dreams. He remembers seeing a man dressed in black, wearing a helmet and holding a sword that was a bright red color and it glowed. He could hear the crackling sound of the sword. He also remembers seeing multiple people dressed the same way. “The knights of ren.” He whispers out.

Kylo hears him speak those words and steps forward. “How do you know that?” He asks. How did y/n know about the knights of ren, he’s been trying to search for months and he hasn’t gotten anything from them yet. “I don’t, It was all a dream.” He replies back to kylo and grips his headphones in his hand and shakes his head. “I’ve been having dreams like that for days now but I tend to ignore it. It means nothing to me.” With that he turns back to putting away the groceries, once everything is away he makes sure that the kitchen is clean before he began to heat up some water for his tea.

“You can’t ignore these visions.”

“Visions?” Y/n laughs out and grabs a mug from the sink. “These aren’t Visions, they are dreams.” He states.

“In those visions, did you see yourself?” Kylo suddenly asks as Y/n stares out the window and sighs. “No, I only saw a group of people dressed in black while wealing weapons but there was one that held a very peculiar sword. It was red and it glowed, I remember hearing it turn on or something it was strange.” He shakes his head and hears the kettle go from. He walks over to the stove and removes the kettle from the hot surface and began to pour himself some tea. “But like I said they aren’t visions but dreams.” He turns around to see Kylo staring at him with a strange look on his face which only left the other staring back in confusion.

“What?”

Kylo slowly speaks. “You’re mother, she’s watching you.”

His eyes widen at the mention of his mother. He turns around in one quick motion to see her standing by the entrance of the kitchen. Her eyes were red and full of tears as she stared at her own son. “Mom...” he could feel her emotions.

She was fearing and she was upset, the man in front of her wasnt her son anymore but a stranger to her. “Mom?”

“She cant see me.” Said kylo which only worsened the situation for y/n. His mother jus taught him talking to no one which only makes things worse fo him. “You’ve lost it now.” She says all of a sudden causing y/n to flinch at her words.

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Don’t You See? {Part One} ~ Dhawan!Master x F!Raeder

~ I KNOW IM BEING REALLY BAD AND WRITING IMAGINES THAT I HAVE STUCK IN MY HEAD BEFORE POSTING THE REQUESTS YA’LL HAVE MADE, I PROMISE ONE IS COMING TODAY! ~

Summary: You’ve known the Master for years. You’ve fought him with the Doctor time and time again, yet he always comes back.

Warnings: Some crude implications hahahaha

Part Two - https://oswildin.tumblr.com/post/610934402369880064/dont-you-see-part-two-dhawanmaster-x

You had known the Doctor a long time. She was your best friend. You were always the one that stood by her. You watched her as she lost her companions one by one. You would feel her pain every time she showed up to your door, defeated once more. It was the curse of living such a long and reckless life.

You’d met her in her tenth form. She’d just lost Rose back then, and was quite withdrawn and lonely. You were there ensuring she was ok. Although you didn’t know it at the time, you would be one of the lucky ones that stuck around. Many died or left the Doctor. You on the other hand decided to keep a healthy balance between life on Earth and life with the Doctor. Maybe that’s how you survived for so long with her.

You also knew the Master. You’d met him when he was Harold Saxon, trying to destroy the Earth. He’d kept tabs on you, knowing you were on the Doctor’s loyalist friends. You were aboard the valiant as Martha travelled the planet below. You had hated the Master, hated what he had done. He was selfish, cruel and most of all cowardly, everything the Doctor taught you not to be.

Of course, he would never admit he was cowardly. But you saw behind the mask, the hard cold exterior. You knew deep down he was just a scared little boy who went mad. You saw what the Doctor could see. Not many humans were able to do that. It interested him, but most of all frustrated him endlessly.

You watched him die in the Doctor’s arms. You watched the Doctor burn his body as you stayed with the Doctor, comforting them as they mourned for their oldest friend. Life was never simple, and neither were the people in it.

You saw the Master again as Gallifrey tried to return into the universe, crushing Earth with it. You watched as the Master finally stood beside the Doctor, sending the Timelords back into the Timelock. You were also there when Missy showed up, trying to stand with the Doctor, but ending up being abandoned. You couldn’t help but somewhat feel for the Timelord. All that torment they had endured, and really all they wanted was their friend back, in their own twisted way of course.

When you were offered a job at MI6 due to your previous work with U.N.I.T, you were shocked, confused and wondered how on Earth they’d even considered you for a job. You weren’t an agent, nor a specialist in any field of any kind, you were a regular person, just with experience of alien life; not that MI6 even believed in any of that. You reluctantly took the position, deciding perhaps it was time for a change within the world of MI6. Perhaps this was a change to reform U.N.I.T or maybe even Torchwood.

Your first day was not what you had expected. You were sat behind a desk, filing paperwork and getting agents their coffees. One small step for mankind, you suppose. You sighed to yourself as you tapped your pen against the paperwork in front of you.

“Hey-“

You jumped slightly at the new voice as you peered up, pretending to look somewhat busy as you saw who the voice belonged to. It was a darker skinned man, with brown eyes and dark hair with slight stubble. He was quite attractive you noted as you gazed up at him. Not quite. Scrap that. Very attractive. What? You were allowed to look weren’t you?

“Sorry! Didn’t mean to make you jump.” He commented as you shrugged, slowly picking your jaw off the floor as you shook your head, waving him off.

“My fault. Daydreaming.” You told him, a small smile on your lips. “Bad habit of mine. I don’t always pay attention to my surroundings.” You muttered as you began to idly move the paper work in front of you about.

“Guessing you’re the newbie?” He asked as you noted he also had a file of paper work in his hands.

“I prefer the term sucker.” You teased as you realised how it had sounded, face palming. “I mean, sucker because I’m getting dumped with the paper work, not because I didn’t anything- You know- To get here.” You awkwardly cleared your throat as you mentally cursed yourself. The man wore a small smile as he stared down at you. “Sorry.” You coughed as you felt your cheeks warm up.

“I understood what you meant.” He laughed lightly, before handing you the file that he was holding. “Sorry. If it helps, I was you a few months ago.” He told you. “Fetching the drinks, doing the work no one wanted to do...” He trailed off as you took the file from him, standing from your desk.

“And now look at you.” You raised a brow. “Giving your unwanted paperwork to the new you.” You joked as he almost awkwardly began to apologise as you waved it off. “I’m joking. Don’t worry.” He instantly relaxed as you gave him a comforting smile. “I’m K.” You held out your free hand for him to shake.

“O.” He told you as he shook your hand.

“Unlucky.” You commented at his name. “So every time something goes wrong, and someone mutters ‘oh for gods sake’, do you think they’re talking to you?” You joked as he almost rolled his eyes at your comment. “Sorry, needed to get it out my system.”

“K.” He nodded sharply as you smirked at him.

“Nicely done.” You laughed lightly at his retort.

You didn’t know why, but something about this man felt oddly familiar, but you couldn’t place it. You would often find yourself glancing at him from across the office as you zoned out. You would have to snap yourself out of it as you tried to press on with your duties.

“K-“ You looked up seeing one of your colleagues staring down at you. Ugh, M. You hated M with a passion. He was cocky, arrogant and just downright irritating. How you wished you could wipe that smile off his face... “I need you to get me a coffee. Black, two sugars.” He went to turn away before turning back. “Oh, and be a doll and grab us a sandwich whilst you’re there. Preferably a BLT.” He added as you forced a tight smile. “Pronto.” You groaned to yourself as the man walked away. He was always sending you on stupid errands. The worst part was, he didn’t even do anything that important. He would just sit there and flirt with as many women around the office as possible, and there wasn’t many women around either, so it was a quick rotation every few hours of rejection.

O watched you closely as you grabbed your coat and bag, seeing the irritation on your features as you huffed to yourself. You’d been there a month and still hadn’t been given anything good to work on. Why bother hiring you if they just wanted a coffee girl? You missed O’s stare as you exited the office.

You returned as quickly as you could, almost out of breath by the time you had reached the office. You walked up to M’s desk as you placed down the coffee and sandwich on his desk. He peered up from his paper work as he looked down in front of him. He sighed as he picked up the sandwich packet.

“I said BLT.” He muttered out as you fought the urge to roll your eyes.

“They didn’t have any left. This was all they had.” You told him sternly as he went to grab the cup, feeling the luke warm coffee through the paper cup.

“Why isn’t this piping hot?” He raised a brow as you bit your tongue. By this point, O had peered up from his desk, watching the interaction.

“Because I had to walk 5 minutes back with it, then up the stairs because the lift is out of order. Plus it’s not exactly summer outside if you hadn’t noticed.” You told him, folding your arms over your chest. You turned away from him, feeling your anger rising.

“No wonder they haven’t given you any assignments yet. You can’t even get a lunch order correct.” M muttered as you stopped in your tracks. That was it. You had had enough. You turned back on your heel, marching up to his desk as you grabbed his coffee from off it, opening the lid as you threw it all over his expensive suit. You crushed the cup, slamming it down on his desk. He looked up in shock, swearing at you as you walked away. By this point, everyone in the room had been watching. The women were smirking as the others looked shocked. O tried to suppress his smile as you took your seat back down at your desk. He liked the fire inside of you.

After that, M never asked you for lunch orders again. You began getting real assignments, and was slowly making your way up the ranks. You hadn’t seen the Doctor for a while. You felt bad, but knew she was with the fam, as she liked to call them. You would occasionally get a WhatsApp message from the traveller, usually a very bad selfie with her wearing a stupid hat. You had to laugh at that. You and O had began to work on assignments together. You didn’t know why they paired you with him. He wasn’t exactly a very experienced agent, no offence to him. Either way, you were thankful. O was lovely. He was kind, funny and even a little bit sexy.

You weren’t field agents, but that was something you wanted to work up to. That adrenaline and adventure, the same things you experienced with the Doctor. You couldn’t stay away from that life forever, normal life was boring.

So when you received a voice note from the Doctor saying there was a crisis, you were happy to drop everything and help. But what you didn’t realise was, O had received a very similar voice note.

“Wait-“ You looked at him confused, hearing him play the voice memo aloud at his desk. “How did you get that?” You inquired, raising a brow.

“It’s from a friend.” He furrowed his brows, looking confused at you.

“Yeah I know. My friend.” You narrowed your eyes.

“What? You know the Doctor?!” He whisper shouted as you widened your eyes in surprise.

“You know the Doctor?!” You asked in return, pointing at him. He quickly stood from his desk as he took you into the corridor, away from all the prying eyes. “How do you know her?”

“I met her once years ago. Never mind that, how do you know her?” He asked, raising a brow. You sighed, rubbing your forehead with your hand.

“I travel with her.” You told him truthfully. No point in hiding it now.

“You what?!” He asked, excitement evident in his eyes as you hushed him, people walking past, giving you both strange looks.

“Yes! I travel with her in her blue box. Have done for years.” You folded your arms. “Why is she messaging you?”

“I don’t know. Something about a crisis and she needs my help?” He shrugged, seemingly as clueless as you. “All I know is, we need to go to Australia.” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“How does that come into the equation?” You asked quietly.

“I’ve been doing some work on the side... C told me to drop it, but I knew there was something up with it!” You’d never seen him so ecstatic. “I knew it was alien.” He smiled widely as you couldn’t help but smile with him.

“Welcome to my life.” You breathed out. “Right. Come on then. Show me these findings of yours.”

The next thing you knew, you were in the outback. Good old Australia. Luckily O had more tricks up his sleeve. He had told you he’d been on the case for years, even living in the outback, taking trips there to further his research. You were impressed at his commitment to say the least. He was determined.

Then, before you knew it, the Doctor showed up, Graham following behind. The Doctor looked confused as she spotted you behind O, furrowing her brows and scrunching up her face in thought.

“Yeah, so... I kinda work for MI6 now.” You told her shortly as Graham whistled in shock.

“Not bad, eh Doc?” He commented as he grinned at you. “Hey, I bet the pays good ennit?” He joked as you smiled at him. It had been a while since you’d seen her and the fam. It was nice to see them again.

You sat at the computers, trying to trace the signal of the creatures somehow. After your close encounter with multiple of them, you wanted to get to the bottom of where they had come from. But nothing. There was no trace whatsoever. The Doctor was having the same trouble.

“How’s it going?” O asked as you peered up at him, looking somewhat defeated.

“Great. That’s why I’m bouncing off the walls with excitement.” You sarcastically commented as he gave you a small comforting smile.

“So... the Doctor...” He folded his arms, leaning against the table. “How much do you know about her?” He inquired as you raised a brow at his question.

“Enough.” You told him shortly. “More than what those guys do at least.” You nodded to the fam as they chatted with their alien friend. “And I don’t mean that in a ‘I was here first’ kind of way either.” You reassured him as he nodded.

“I may have lied to you... a little bit.” He told you as you looked confused. “See that shelf over there.” You turned to where he was pointing, seeing a shelf stacked full of files. “That’s information, all about the Doctor...” He told you. “Been collecting it for years.” He said as you slowly realised what he was getting at.

“You know who I am.” You told him quietly, turning back to him. “All along, you’ve known who I am.” You looked confused, and somewhat upset.

“It was just coincidence you joined MI6 after I did. You know what they say about a small world...” He told you as you slowly relaxed, laughing slightly.

“Yeah, I suppose.” You hummed. “Or something else is going on...” You thought aloud. “I’ve learnt that people don’t just meet each other without reason... Especially in the situation we met...” You trailed off as he watched you intently. “Oh well!” You exclaimed, getting up from your seat. “Guess we’ll find out eventually!” You forced a smile as you walked back towards the others, missing the dark expression that had made its way onto O’s face.

“Come on, son!” Graham exclaimed as O ran towards the plane that was about to take off. You were just in front as you managed to board the plane, holding your hand out for O. Luckily for you all, he made it in time, being helped up by you and Graham as the Doctor closed the door.

“Sorry. I've never been good at sprinting.” O breathed out, trying to regain his composure as the Doctor furrowed, looking confused.

“What?” She asked as everyone ignored her, trying to move away from the back end of the plane.

“Come on, Doctor. We're about to take off.” Ryan exclaimed as everyone tried to catch their breath.

“In the main cabin!” The Doctor told them all as they made their way through all the seats. You sighed as you threw yourself down on one of the front seats, feeling your chest hurt from your heavy breathing. God, you didn’t realise how long it had been since you had been running into danger.

“Never been good at sprinting?” The Doctor looked over at O as he leant on the seats. He shook his head.

“I was the last one in every race at school.” He huffed out, causing the Doctor to scrunch her face in confusion.

“No, no, no. I read your file. You were a champion sprinter.” She commented as you peered over at the pair, seeing O zone out for a brief moment, before a darker expression replaced his once soft features.

“Mmm. Got me. Well done.” He almost smirked, as his voice even changed, turning darker, more confident.

“What’s going on, Doc?” Graham asked, confused as everyone else. You narrowed your eyes, seeing the utter confusion on the Doctor’s face, something that often happened, but this time it was different. It was like she had a feeling about it all.

“You'd best take a look out of the window.” O said as you gazed at him, before turning towards the window on your left, looking out as you saw the shelter you had called home for the last month or so.

“How's your house out there?” Graham furrowed his brows, turning to look at O for an explantation. Yaz and Ryan stayed quiet as they tried to understand what was happening.

“Bit Wicked Witch of the West, but you get the gist. Maybe. Maybe not.” O said casually, placing a hand on his hip dramatically as he twirled back round to face the humans. You looked over at the Doctor as she shook her head. There it was again. That feeling of familiarity around the man in question. “Oh, come on, Doctor, catch up.” O encouraged, snapping his fingers. “You can do it. Come on.”

“Oh!” The Doctor gasped, her mouth agape as she held onto the seats beside her for balance.

“That's...that's my name, and that is why I chose it.” O grinned, taking a breath. “Oh, so satisfying.” He raised his brows. “Doctor, I did say look for the spymaster. Or should I say spy...” He paused, his smirk falling. “Master?” You felt fear creep up inside of you. It couldn’t be. Could it? “Hi.” He waved at the gang as you furrowed your brows. O was a lie. It was a mask... You had fallen for it... and him. You felt your heart shatter as you tried to clear your mind, but thoughts proceeded to race through it.

“You can't be.” The Doctor said quietly, looking almost annoyed at the fact he had come back into her life.

“Oh, I can be. I very much am.” The Master stepped forwards as you felt fear being in such close proximity of the Timelord. You almost shuffled further away, as far as you could.

“But I met O!” The Doctor exclaimed. “Years ago.” She narrowed her eyes, trying to wrap her head around everything.

“I know!” The Master cried, before manically laughing. There it was, that sound that had haunted you for years. You shivered are the sound. But it was all starting to make sense... Why you were employed by MI6... Assigned to cases with O... or the Master you should say. You held your head in your hands. “And I had so much fun playing O! So much!” He exclaimed, grinning. “Had a helping hand with (Y/N) getting her little job there.” He commented as the Doctor glanced over at you. “Playing the supportive friend.” He continued as you looked up at him, eyes sad. “The nerdy heartthrob.” He smirked, sending you a wink as you shook your head at him in disbelief.

“Why?” The Doctor narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t need to drag her into it!” She exclaimed, feeling protective over her friend.

“Oh but I did Doctor...” He stalked towards the fellow Timelord. “To get to you of course... The easiest way.”

“I need to warn Barton.” The Doctor realised, pushing her way past the Master as he balanced himself on the seats behind him. “He’s not here!” She called back to the others. “Where’s Barton?!” She exclaimed, popping her head back into the main cabin as the Master faked panic, twirling around as he muttered to himself, before throwing himself down next to you.

“Who’s flying the plane?!” Graham asked, furrowed brows.

“Wrong question.” The Master told him, as you looked at him as he sat beside you. “Check the seat.” He told the Doctor as she quickly turned, seeing the bomb that was sat once where Barton was. He looked over at you as you felt your body freeze under his intense stare.

“What have you done?” You asked him quietly, shaking your head. He smirked at you before pushing himself off the seat.

“Cockpit bomb. Short fuse. I can relate to that.” He smiled as the others watched from afar. The Doctor tried to sonic the bomb, much to the Master’s annoyance as he flipped instantly. “Now, do you really think that I would not make that sonic-proof, Doctor?” He exclaimed. “Come on!” He body shook as he shouted, causing your eyes to widen. “Deadlock sealed. And I made sure - no parachutes on board.” He smirked, leaning against the overhead storage.

“But where’s Barton?!” Yaz asked, growing impatient with the Master’s game.

“Called away before takeoff. By me!” He grinned, glancing over his shoulder at the girl. He then turned to look at you as you looked at him from around the seats. “Stick with me (Y/N), cos I control... everything.” He breathed out, relaxing his body. “Even these guys.” He whistled, clicking his fingers as he twirled around, two of the creatures appearing behind him as he smiled madly.

“I can't do it! Get away!” The Doctor’s voice called as she ran back into the main cabin, closing the door behind her as she used her body to shield as much of the blast as possible. She flew forward as it exploded, landing on the ground beside you as you also flew down, with the others.

“Ha!” The Master cried, the chaos around him thrilling him. He looked down at the Doctor, standing over her threateningly. “One last thing. Something you should know in the seconds before you die.” He leaned down to the Doctor, looking her in the eye. “Everything that you think you know... is a lie.” He breathed out, his expression looking tired and saddened for a second before returning to his hard gaze. “Got you, finally.” He smirked, before vanishing, the creatures rushing at the Doctor, leaving the four humans alone on the crashing plane.

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