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weebsinstash · 10 months

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Atsv Spoilers (not really or kinda depends on opinion I guess? Better safe then sorry) Just thinking about Spider Reader with the destroyed universe getting fucked over by YouTwo and snapping back with "Then just send me home!" and then the Go Home Machine failing cause there is no universe to send them back to. Miguel being horrified that he's made such a terrible mistake, Reader staring at Miguel with absolute hatred in their eyes so caught up in the euphoria of justified rage they don't realize that they've effectively trapped themselves in a neat container for safe keeping.

No but deadass I spent my entire overnight shift last night just like, literally brainstorming different and horrible ways Reader could be "kicked out" and one idea I thought of was, Reader gets confronted and accused of being YouTwo, and YT themself is there to help pour on the tears and treat you like such a nasty awful bully and make up all kinds of accusations and also just different little ideas on things the SS does to make Reader spiral into WANTING to leave (like for example what if Reader and Miguel have a big argument because you were there during like the second movie and you're like "O'Hara what you said to that kid was genuinely so fucked up" and start avoiding him which drives him crazy, more so than you usually make him by just existing anyways

Imagine if instead of using the machine to send you home, YouTwo just strides up and basically suckerpunches you and steals your bracelet right off your wrist, saying you can just glitch out and go home that way (because YT is literally trying to fucking kill you at this point)

You're just glitching and you're crying and SCREAMING in terror, because even if you've been so depressed you were contemplating suicide, ideation is different than HAPPENING RIGHT NOW, and NOW you don't have a choice, and you're getting hysterical BEGGING "I'll go somewhere else and never come back! Don't do this! Don't take my bracelet! I'll die!! I'll die!!" And most of them don't believe you because they're convinced this is another manipulation attempt by the person they THINK you are and they don't want to give you the bracelet because they don't want "fake you" to come back

Some of them, though, realize you're just a bit TOO upset, and that maybe something really IS wrong. You start looking at people and calling them out by name, trying to recall specific events and memories, but many are convinced that "you" were so devoted on spying and copying "the real you" that you must have had them bugged or stalking them and just overheard these moments. They're all so tricked that maybe YouTwo even claims they had a diary that you stole, and that's how you know everything

These are people you've spent months and months if not a few YEARS with, being their friend, training with them, fighting alongside them, helping them through grief and loss, and suddenly you realize, oh my fucking god if you weren't a Spider and they didn't think you still had a home universe to protect, still had a home universe that would collapse without you, would they actually fucking kill you? Like imagine the horror at realizing the unspoken threat and knowing they WANT to kill you or significantly harm you, that they WOULD kill over something like this, over what is essentially just... personal beefing? Idk but, I was also thinking, what if YouTwo had actually sabotaged the elevator project from the other idea I had, so, maybe they've been up to all kinds of dangerous shit

(As a side bar, imagine Miguel investigating the accident bc he thinks the whole like suddenly falling apart thing was very sus and maybe there had been an explosion and upon investigating he learns "you" planted bombs and he like. Gently confronts you about it like "I know you've been stressed and feeling like you need to prove yourself but you can't do things like this" and you're just like. Goddamn that hurts for him to just not even, doubt it was you, maybe YT has created some sort of alibi. He doesn't like, punish you or anything, but, you just kind of blow up at the accusation and I think it'd be pretty entertaining if you're like, "ok you know what, fuck you actually, I'm going to go live in the normal part of the city" and he doesn't even, take that seriously, he just sort of acts like you're throwing a tantrum but he's like, clearly not wanting to punish you even though he's obviously disappointed in you, for something you didn't even do, ouch)

But anyways, so, I've thought about how Reader would get the bracelet back, and it's ranged from "Reader saying something only the true you would know, something that was private or no one else would know about but you and certain witnesses" to "Reader has a food allergy certain people know about but YouTwo doesn't so you just say 'ok bitch watch me prove this shit and also fuck you' and you deliberately eat the thing and go into straight anaphylactic shock out of spite"

YouTwo fakes an allergy attack and says you poisoned them and you're just like "oh you wanna see a REAL allergic reaction bitch" *starts seizing after licking an almond joy*

But no anyways back to more serious ideas, you're just, starting to glitch out more and more, screaming and begging "don't kill me!" and Miguel is starting to wonder if maybe he should just give the bracelet back, he's got an, uncomfortable feeling, and A Lot of Spidey Senses start going off and you're freaking out because you literally think you're about to die (although for closure I like to think you just, bounce somewhere else, and you'll maybe keep bouncing before you find another sort of anchor, and also for spite of course i like to think of that anchor being another Miguel, like either you naturally "settle" there or he gets you a dimensional watch)

And my preferred preference of routes here varies. "YouTwo exposes themself on accident by saying some dumb shit" to "you say something only you would know, something like extremely personal, like maybe you even stalk up to Miguel and bring up something he said to you about losing his family and like, how you respected him for going through all that and how you were glad he was the society's/your leader and he barely gets that bracelet on before you vanish" to "asking YouTwo to prove theyre you by answering certain questions" to "they realize youre telling the truth but literally JUST as theyre about to put the watch back on, you vanish" to, finally, "you cant prove your innocence fast enough and they genuinely do just let you fucking disappear on purpose but instead of dying you just go somewhere else until you meet a different Miguel who rescues you and now you're like hardcore trauma bonded to that man because you were just bouncing around terrified until you found him and he's just like insanely protective of you and you're just kind of, glued to his side bc you only feel safe when he's there to protect you, because you're scared of, everyone at this point, like totally traumatized by what happened and also if you're with him 24/7 you can't be swapped out and he won't think you're a fake and try to kill you right?? Ha ha you aren't traumatized at all :) and it just makes your hero all the more, attached to hear all that you went through, from the beginning, and see what it did to you, and it 'definitely' isnt feeding into any extremely intense feeling of his that you WANT to be with him 24/7"

Ok actually that concept is about to highjack this post, I need to swing back to that later bc there's some real potential in, like, Reader being like so extremely fucked up over what happened that it immediately thrusts you into the arms of another terrible situation. Like you just got straight betrayed and "murdered" by all of your friends, like basically your entire social community, and Miguel2 is now the only one you can trust, and meanwhile he feels genuine empathy for you and is angry at the people who hurt you and he just kind of vows to protect you, and, I like to think, maybe Reader has time before they glitch between worlds (unless you just, magically settle again like you did in the other Nueva York, maybe you're a mutant or your destiny is tied to Nueva York or at least staying alive.) so maybe he literally develops the tech to anchor you down within like, the days you have there, maybe it's a 3 day time limit. So, now you've got just him and you, no Spider Society, no original Miguel, and maybe you just kind of totally fall in love with this dude, but of course Miguel 1 is obviously horrified by what he did to you when he somehow finds out you're still alive. Like an anomaly villain breaks into your new home and, oh great here are some of your old friends and your ex, um, boss showing up and he's just, speechless when it becomes obvious youre the same one. Like imagine you tried to not even speak to them and avoid them to try and keep your new life but youre so obviously scared of them and you accidentally look in your original Miguel's eyes and he knows immediately it's you. Bruh his PAIN AND REGRET when he steps forward to try and embrace you in relief and joy bc oh my god you aren't dead, and you just flinch away from him, maybe you even cling to the new Miguel, and the original just. He's ready to fucking fight. He wants you back, he wants to apologize, he wants to be able to make things up to you and go back to how things used to be, especially if he has feelings he had wanted to act on, whether being more romantic or just more platonically affectionate in general, more open and vulnerable with you, but never got to before the YouTwo wrecking ball came swinging through

But yeah I'm just. Thinking of dramatic painful ideas and grinding them up and snorting them like crack. I think it's the whole "you burned me and now you're groveling for my forgiveness" that does it for me 🤌

#atsv #yandere spiderverse #yandere miguel o'hara #yandere x reader #yandere stuff #sinprompts

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fallout-fucker · 10 months

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Sole Survivor Headcanon

Kind of OC based but it's also vague (Although Minutemen leaning) so like. If your Sole wasn't a soldier or lawyer. Or anything. Just a skill-less bastard. You might like this. Enjoy.

Sole being trusted by so many factions just for breathing is so funny actually. Like they deadass crawl out of a cave, freshly traumatised, and told they're a General? Because they helped someone? Cool, yeah, sure, uh-huh. That's a great amount of pressure to handle on top of their circumstances.

I like to think that everyone also assumes they're insanely clever. It's not that Sole isn't, per se, but everyone treats them like a genius. A prodigy. People have told Sole they understand why Preston trusted them so much because the Commonwealth 'needs their level of knowledge and intelligence to get better'. To which Sole is always bewildered, because their 'extensive level of knowledge' is just. High school level. Basic science lessons.

They know about evolution and stem cells and stuff. They know how disease and antibodies work. They're praised for changing people's opinions on vaccination when, with the help of Curie, they start a campaign to bring back vaccines. Their goal was to fight the viruses that had been brought back from near extinction from 200+ years of no healthcare system, no scientists and doctors to cure them. A tilt back in the direction of accessible Pre-War healthcare.

Sole knows history. They know what to watch out for, how to spot tension between factions. They know how to avoid more war, lessons learned from textbooks and late nights with post-it notes. They know how to piece together a scale and pin point the tipping point to stop it before shit goes down because they did a project about it on a WW1 assignment. The Great War. The irony is not lost on Sole when they contemplate that name for too long.

They're decent at Maths. Decent enough to make sure the caps and donations to the Minutemen are being put to good use. To make sure the book keeping is up to code and every cap is accounted for, and what it should be put towards. Like trying to bring back vaccines from 200 years ago. Negotiating with Vault 81 to let Curie use the old lab there goes way more smoothly when they've got the caps to make a worthy case for the cause.

Sole knows why people assume their mind is unmatched, though. In a way it is, sort of, they suppose. Since education is rare in the Post-War world, and even then it's not at the level it was Pre-War, Sole just seems smart. Everyone thinks they are.

Sole never knows how to handle it.

Are they complicit for letting people believe they're a genius? Should they keep up the charade so people listen to them? The thought keeps them up at night. Preston laughs at them for it.

MacCready reminds them of the many times they looked like a dumbass in every other circumstance where they lacked knowledge. 210 years of missing out on General Wolrd Stuff will do that to ya. It's not necessarily their fault, but he still likes to drag them for the time they got food poisoning because they didn't realise some of the new plants had to be cooked before consumption.

Every time someone acts in awe of Sole's intelligence, MacCready snickers because he was there in the early days. Sole had hired him to watch their back. Soon enough he became their mentor on how to shoot a gun properly. How to maintain it. What to eat, what not to eat, what to definetly not eat. How to make sure mole rat meat is 100% cooked. How to safely remove as much radiation as possible from water and food when you have only basic supplies. He would never think Sole is stupid. They know a lot compared to most people, but learning how to survive and knowing how to count are very different types of knowledge. No, he'd never think they're stupid. But he definetly humbles them, which Sole is actually happy about. He still affectionately calls them an idiot and reminds them of the time they tripped over their own laces, alerting the radstag they were hunting of their presence. And the food poisoning thing. And the incident with the bucket. And when they almost touched a deadly plant because they thought it would look nice in a vase they found.

Thing is, Preston taught them basics of how to shoot and fight before they left Sanctuary. MacCready picked up the workload when he met Sole and realised they'd likely get them both killed if he didn't. Cait showed them hand to hand combat and lockpicking. Everyone at some point taught Sole something. So Sole goes red from embarrassment when being complimented on their mind, because they know they're gonna get an earful from their friends later. Affectionately bullied. You know Deacon has some blackmail level information from the months he followed them. They all sit at Sole's kitchen counter and share stories of Sole's embarrassing misadventures over breakfast. That's just what a family does.

#Sole Survivor #Preston Garvey #Robert Joseph MacCready #MacCready #Cait #The companions all (Within reason) move to Sanctuary and basically live together agenda #Seperate houses but they all go to Sole's kitchen for breakfast eveey morning.#Sole doesn't know how they keep getting in. They're there before Sole is even awake. Codsworth always has their drinks ready #I'm pushing my 'As much as they say theh hate each other all of the comps secretly love each other or do eventually'#Looking at you Danse #They're a family baby. Their the equivalent of Millennials and Gen Z not being able to afford homes in their economy #So people live with their best friends instead #Sanctuary is just a commune for all of Sole's friends and found family #'It takes a village'. Duncan and Shaun literally have a village. So many aunts and uncles bro #I love thinking about everyone being close. They're like pack animals. Mess with one and. You have at least 10 people hunting you #This deserves it's own post tbh #I wanna make a companions headcanon post based on them as a found family #Fallout #Fallout 4 #Deacon

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badaspebble · 5 months

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Guys???

Summary: The government has been secretly planting robots into the population. You’ve been recruited by a secret agency to try and weed them out. The first class you ever took was how to spot some of them using their mannerisms. You become confused when your girlfriend, Bada starts the same patterns. Were you really dating a government plant the entire time? Or was Bada replaced…

Kind of an apocalyptic AU, survival, angst, fluff, suggestive, mentions and appearances of idols and other SWF contestants, betrayal, I’ll probably add more once I wake up. I deadass just thought of this 3 mins ago

Are we feeling it????

Wait I wanna change the title to ‘The Wires in Our Love’

#bada lee #bada x reader #bada lee swf #bada lee x reader #lee bada #bada lee smut #bada lee angst #bada lee swf2 #swf2 #bada lee x fem reader #bada lee fluff #idk man

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acaiasahi · 2 years

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✶ your first kiss ; treasure reaction.

synopsis. different scenarios on how your first kiss with each member went.

info. fluff. treasure x gn!reader.

warnings. mentions of kissing + physical contact, consented kiss, profanity, grammatical errors, lowercase intended, smaller text intended. requested!

✶ choi hyunsuk.

[ . . . things with hyunsuk has always been slow, in a good way though! he's never pressured your into anything and the farthest you got to kisses was on the cheek, or back of his hand but nothing more. genuinely thought you were taking things extra slow but when you told him you haven't had your first kiss... suckaaaa he's so confused and sits there like "huh? (o-o)" and when you explain that you've never been in a relationship like you have with hyunsuk, he's doing jumps, leaps, literally running around and back because HOW CAN NO ONE KISS YOUR VERY KISSABLE LIPS YET WHAT? is completely baffled but takes it as his cue to kiss you and i mean, who were you to complain?

✶ park jihoon.

[ . . . you were a new couple, barely together for about three months, but you've been friends for years before-hand. jihoon's always been flirty and unashamedly open about his feelings for you so it's only right that he does the same when he wants to kiss you. during an unplanned date (which happens fairly often) you find yourselves in a botanical garden, walking around. there's this one tunnel that's full of different flowers, plants, you name it! it wasn't exactly his plan to kiss you but the way he watches you pick flowers and place them in his hair with the most beautiful smile he's ever seen... he can't help but ask to kiss you. when you tell him that you've never kissed anyone before... he get soooo cocky and for what suckaaaa? it's not like you asked him to be your first kiss... haha... unless...? LMAO JK but he most definitely asks you in a teasing way before stealing your very first kiss. literally fireworks are going off in your head, it's just you and him and this dude has the audacity to ask if it was a good first kiss. i don't know jihoon, maybe you should kiss me more so i can judge your performance! :3

✶ kanemoto yoshinori.

[ . . . at the dorms, you planned an at-home date where you did arts and crafts! while you were drawing a picture of you and yoshi's animal crossing characters, he couldn't help but stray away from what he was doing. i mean, i don't blame him though, the art besides him was way more interesting than the measly little canvas in front of him hehe. "staring's rude, y'know yoshi?" while you still look at your drawing. "i can't help it... you're so pretty!" you def punch him because you can't just say that and expect me to stay alive bruh :| in return, he tortures you with tickles! (*´-`) when your laughs settle down, you find yourself way closer than you thought you were. "hey," "hi," "y/n... can i kiss you? please?" and who were you to deny him when he asked so nicely? you give him the weakest, tiniest, puny ass peck and ask how was the kiss... c'mon boi. "sorry, that was my first kiss... i don't know how to kiss lolz" asks to be your teacher (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

✶ kim junkyu.

[ . . . "huh?! what do you mean?!" is absolutely baffled. is super hesitant kissing you now because man... how have you never kissed anyone? you're so kissable, your lips look so soft, and warm- kim junkyu get back on track! hold your face in his hands and you close your eyes, your lips puckered as you await his loving kiss. nothing happens for about five seconds and you open your eyes to find him just staring at you. "you don't need to kiss me, it's oka-" def shuts you up with a kiss! is quick to let you know that the kiss was amazing. "i deadass thought you didn't want to kiss me lolzies" is absolutely baffled pt. 2, i mean how could you even think that? gets lowkey defense because he's spent sleepless nights wanting to kiss you and you think he wouldn't want to? how very rude y/n! (￣^￣)ゞ

✶ takata mashiho.

[ . . . you actually had a serious conversation with him because ypur insecurities got the best of you but is the most mature and calm out of almost everyone. validates your fears and insecurities but he doesn't take it as his sign to kiss you because he doesn't want to rush you or force you in anyway. does he want to kiss you? most definitely. will you have to make the first move? another big fat yes! when you ask him, this dude drops whatever he's doing and runs in for a hug, lips puckered and all. when you pull away for air, you both have the dopiest smiles on your lips and are speedy fast trying to get more kisses and cuddles out of the other! safe to say that you spent the rest of your day in each other's presence with lots, and i mean LOTS of kisses! ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა

✶ yoon jaehyuk.

[ . . . during a movie marathon in his room, you seem to change the topic to first kisses for some odd reason but your conversations with jaehyuk always go from topic to topic. like mashi, validates your feelings but def takes it as his cue to give you the best first kiss of your life! takes it slow and leads you through it but if you show any signs of hesitation or discomfort, he will pump his breaks quick and ask if you want to stop. when you let him know that you're just nervous but you definitely want him as your first kiss, he's over the moon. think of the most cliché romantic first kiss scene ever made in the history of movies and shows... yeah, that's exactly how you felt with hyuk! you both pull away out of breath, eyes closed, foreheads pressed against one another as if time stopped. safe to say that your movie was forgotten! ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

✶ hamada asahi.

[ . . . your midnight adventures took an odd turn as you started talking about your high school experiences and somehow lead to how you both never had your first kiss yet. you were surprised to say the least because look at him... it's hamda asahi, only a fool wouldn't want to kiss him! when he finds out that you were always waiting for the right person he kind of just leans in and leaves a soft peck to your lips before going back to his ramen and you're left like σ(o_o) you def sit there for what feels like hours until he finally looks at you. "your ramen's gonna get cold" and you slap his arm in a silent way to tell him like BRO? U JUST STOLE MY FIRST KISS? feigns pain like a drama queen. "what? it was just a kiss. i wanted to kiss you, it was a good kiss." he tries to reason with you but you fake being angry in an attempt to get more kisses out of him... which works. win-win situation :3

✶ bang yedam.

[ . . . bringing him food during one of his late nights at the studio, he asks you to stay and listen to his newest demo. soon, the room is full of praises as you tell him how great the song is. def gets shy and tries to cover it up with modesty as if he's not talented and he can't help but feel happiness and gratitude wash over him while watching your eyes twinkle at him. asks to kiss you and who are you to say no? once you bring up that he was your first kiss and your insecurities, he asks to kiss you again, then again, then again... "yedam, what are you doing?" all he does is kiss you more, peppering soft kisses all over your face before pulling away. "kissing all your insecurities away, duh?" "HA, real smooth, bang." ( ´ ▽ ` )

✶ kim doyoung.

[ . . . flirts with you as if you aren't already together... bruh. he actually already knows that you haven't had your first kiss yet but he didn't know that you were insecure about it. when you bring up the fact that kissing him does make you nervous, he makes sure to help you feel comfortable with him and that there's no rush, he's not anticipating it. simply said, whenever you're ready, he's ready. one day, you just walk up to him and kiss his cheek, running awY and it catches him off guard cause where did this confidence come from? it's not often that you catch THE KIM DOYOUNG off guard like that, it's usually the other way around. stands there for a quick second before chasing after you and going back to his regular teasing. def flirts his way into another kiss! (ง'̀-'́)ง

✶ watanabe haruto.

[ . . . acts all nonchalant about it but is just as insecure as you. at the time you talked about it, you were best friends but you made a pact/bet that if you didn't get your first kiss within the next two months, you would share your first kiss together. two months passed in a flash and as two anxious teens with absolutely NO GAME bro... you had to fulfill your pact. it made you both nervous but you followed through and although you both didn't want to admit it, you only wanted the other to be your first kiss and no one else... hm, interesting. did you two pretend to not get a kiss from anyone else just to kiss one another? yeah, you definitely did. y'all were more than best friends after that LOL (ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡

✶ park jeongwoo.

[ . . . nervous as shit bro. ask his hyungs for help and tries to downplay how SCARED he is but fails miserably. it eats him up, honestly and he's wayyyyy more scared than you because 1) he's never felt this way before, 2) he hasn't had his first kiss yet, 3) he had absolutely no clue what the hell he's doing. he tries to act cool around you, y'know, tries to be all smooth but again, fails miserably. "woo, why are you posing against the wall rn....?" spills the beans about how he feels and that he wants to kiss you so bad but he doesn't know how to do it and it leaves you both blushing furiously awww! you leave soft pecks on the apple of his cheeks <3

✶ so junghwan.

[ . . . doesn't even know why he feels this way and is like jeongwoo where he asks his hyungs for help. they tease him ofc but once he's like "i'm serious, jihoon hyung! ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡" they all come to their baby king cow's rescue! tells him to take it slow, always ask before doing something, tell him the basics like where to put his hands and to be respectful, ALWAYS. jots down whatever they're telling him like he's preparing for an exam LOL it's the most awkward kiss with him and also like woo, is more nervous and insecure than you but he still validates your feelings and lets you know that he won't do anything you don't want. if you say yes, he'll leave kisses on your forehead and on the top of your head T^T!

★ treasure taglist. @yogurteume ... @tayhunwoo ... @h4chi ... @enhacolor ... @wonluvrbot ... @rutowonz ... @setakdongies ... @ncizen ... @byeongsung ... @saeromiz ... @kyufilms ... @sunoo-bby ... @dancinginthetaillight ... @changmin-wrlds ... @hanjisungpark ... @existnesia

[ 🎧 ] jaydi's notes. hello!!!! it's been awhile since i posted, sorry for the delay!!!! ty for being patient tho, i appreciate it. also, i've been getting back into enha + verivery, and recently got into younite. 1 of 9 is SAURRRR GOOOODDDDD!!!

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astridthevalkyrie · 2 years

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more college bf levi … plwase … i beg …

ahahaha part 5 it is. forever down bad for him.

college boyfriend levi masterlist

college!bf levi headcanons:

he’s just so on top of things. can always afford to help you with your assignments because he’s not pushing his until the last minute. and on the rare occasion with a really lengthy essay that is due tomorrow, he doesn’t like to waste time by talking, but he does like if you’re there, just in the same room. it alleviates the pressure a bit.

holds your hand in the morning when the two of you go into the cafe. you look like you would fight the sun if given the chance, but he knows your order perfectly and you don’t even have to say anything besides a thank you to both him and the server before you have your buttered croissant. calls you lazy, fondly wipes the whipped cream from your hot chocolate off your nose.

on saturday mornings, specifically, after he finally convinces you (and himself) to unlatch your body from his in bed, he’s nice enough to give you a piggy back ride to the kitchen and seat you on the counter. then he gives you a few eggs to beat while he chops up some veggies (“lev, no tomatoes, c’mon” “do you know what tomatoes do for your immune system? maybe you wouldn’t be bedridden from the common cold if you ate some—“ “that’s so low, I’m breaking up with you” “okay, do you want butter with your bagel?” “yes, please”)

notes all your little habits and silently accommodates them. he knows that if an assignment is particularly stressing you out, you’re going to wander into the kitchen every so often to get your mind off of it, so whenever exam weeks roll around, he makes sure you two are stocked up on snacks. every time your fingers start twitching, he either places his hand in yours or hands you a ball or pen or anything else that you can occupy yourself with. it’s so minor that sometimes you don’t notice sometimes, but it’s there, as much as is your tendency to do things like flip any shoes that are upside down the right way up because you’ve seen levi scowl at them, or to put lotion on his calloused hands under the guise of having taken too much from the bottle and needing to share. (levi loves you.)

watching tv shows together. usually two at a time (one you want to show him, one he wants to show you), with one or two episodes each night depending on the length of the episode. you talk a lot while watching, he doesn’t as much. or at least, he doesn’t initiate it. but when you throw out guesses or make scathing comments at characters, he either hums in agreement or engages you in a debate that usually ends with the two of you making out on the couch. it’s an unavoidable fate when you’re constantly watching while sitting on his lap.

he just has the softest, nicest lips. and he always grunts in surprise whenever you plant one on him unexpectedly, no matter how used to it he should be by now. frowns and mutters under his breath if you don’t give him what he’s deemed an actual kiss (a peck is not a kiss. a good few seconds where he can pour his admiration for you while you’re pressed up against him, now that’s a kiss.)

will 100% kill bugs for you. will also 100% tell you how much bigger you are than the bug (“wait, but by that logic, shouldn’t the bug not be afraid of you?” “you’re so funny, have you thought of doing stand up comedy?” “yes, actually, but then I’d have to stay out late at night and you’d miss me too much” “oh no, wouldn’t want to have to compete for your attention against an audience of crickets”)

sometimes soccer practice runs late. when he gets home, it literally does not matter what you’re doing, it’s him time. if you’re cooking, he’s pressing kisses to your hair, talking about how he’s not even that hungry. if you’re working on your laptop, he will deadass ask if your gpa is more important than your boyfriend and not talk to your for fifteen minutes straight when you say it is. if you’re sleeping? perfect. all he has to do is slip under the covers and tug you on top of him. you don’t even need to wake up to loop yourself around him and he absolutely loves it.

also loves the sound of his name coming from your mouth. the casual “levi?” when you’re asking him to pass you something. naturally, the breathy “levi” when you’re straddling his lap and rocking against him. the noncommittal “yeah, I’m pretty sure levi said that place was good, we should go there” when you’re talking to your friend, the sweet “leeeevi” when it’s 11:30 PM and you’re craving something from 7/11, and especially the sleepy “mmh, lev” when you’re not even awake, but you know exactly whose chest your face is buried in.

insists on both of you sleeping shirtless. when you argue that you’ll get cold, he tosses the blanket over you before completely wrapping you up in his arms. he’ll make sure every inch of you feels warm, right down to your cheeks. he’ll just have to kiss them again and again until you fall asleep.

date nights are mostly indoors. but sometimes, it’s just nice to go out to a skating rink or bowling alley, and watch you get extra competitive while he puts absolutely no effort in (and still wins 🙄). the two of you don’t treat each other out to a fancy dinner as much as you treat each other to fast food (and always a salad, as per levi’s insistence)

anything you hum or sing, levi eventually finds stuck in his head and he never fails to get irritated with you for it, especially when you realize your superpower and begin to sing anything you’d like to hear from your boyfriend’s gruff voice. he often won’t pick up on how he’s typing away on his laptop and singing under his breath “if you wanna run away with me I know a galaxy and I can take you for a ride” until he catches you grinning at him. proceeds to not talk until you’re peppering his face in kisses as an apology.

#aot x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman #college boyfriend levi #levi headcanons #levi x y/n #levi x you #valkyrie headcanons

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I binged the entire show on YouTube the day it premiered and am now about to dump my thoughts about it on you all. Warning for spoilers below the cut, obviously.

• More focus on characterization! It’s funny and rather fitting that Duck is snooty AF. Love this high and mighty gremlin grandpa. He’s one of my favorite characters.

• The phone honestly sounded like she was trying to seduce Red Guy at first. I mean, I know that just being friendly to someone doesn’t mean you’re flirting with them, obviously, but her voice just gave me such an infatuated vibe for some reason.

• I thought Duck Guy was going to swallow the coin. He did not, in fact, swallow the coin.

• Everything Duck says is funny. “Attention freaks” and “they’re pretending they don’t respect me” are my favorite quotes of his so far.

• As a person who likes the sound of screaming, the screaming in this show is lovely.

• Speaking of screaming, Red Guy screams a bit in this show. 1.) I never thought I’d hear him scream and 2.) I think he happens to scream the perfect amount for someone in his situation.

• Duck’s coffin shenanigans were pretty funny. End of story.

• When you meet a business man, you must shake him by the hand! When you meet a family man, you must shake him by the hand! When you meet the choo-choo man, yoU MUST SHAKE HIM BY THE HA-! 🎶

• “There’s Four of Us” was even cuter than “There’s Three of Us”!

• The teacher cameos are nice. Crazy how the gang are so chill with them now, huh? Larry sounds different (maybe that’s his Sober Voice) and Steak Guy’s appearance genuinely startled me. No sketchbook, though. Wonder if we’ll see her again?

• ROY RETURNS AND WE HEAR HIM SPEAK. I don’t get why he ate the Freak Family, though.

• *When Duck Guy and Red Guy start fighting over who the dad is* Me: Ladies, please! You both can be the dad.

• Fr though, when Duck said he is the dad and Yellow is the pet, I deadass thought he was going to say that Red is the mum.

• Duck looks so fab in drag. ✨

• What’s with the Colin plant at the start of episode 4? Can Colin dispense seeds or computer chips that act as seeds or something?

• Colin said “I love you.” 🥰

• The gang fighting killed me. Yellow Guy really went at the other two with a CHAINSAW. Imagine being one of the teachers in the house when this was happening lmao. And I’m pretty sure Duck called either Yellow or Red a bastard as well.

• Also, is it just me, or are they generally much meaner to each other now? Maybe it’s because we didn’t get many interactions in the web series.

• In fact, how did they end up living together under one roof in the first place? They can’t even eat food together in peace.

• Let’s be honest here: Duck is probably going to do with that rock what he wanted to do to the Mayor’s prized bowling ball. “Private business”, ey? Also, my man is definitely down bad for that shredder.

• Those three legit drove a “corpse” through the wall and went on long ass ride with it. Would that be considered grand theft auto or kidnapping? Maybe both?

• Poor Red Guy. :( He just wants a happier life away from the teachers’ horrid lessons. :(

• The scene with the Time Child and Tony’s “They’re not here!” was pretty cool. What a time to leave the house, am I right?

• My least favorite teacher is Warren the worm/eagle. Sorry to those who like him, but the little motherfucker is insufferable in my (rat) eyes. He does need friends, though.

• “WHAT ABOUT MY SHREDDER?~” 🎶

• Come to think of it, all of Duck’s songs are straight fire. 🔥

• The whole “I like looking at you” scene was ✨Gay✨ and no one can tell me otherwise.

• Also, the “Why don’t you experiment on each other?” scene that came before that was sort of fruity as well. Duck Guy: 😏 “So, would you be keen-“ Red Guy: 😒🤚“You’re not to touch me.” I feel that most of the fandom slept on this moment.

• LESLEY!!! I wonder if she is aware of what Roy did?

• Something about this show gave me a sort of “off” feeling for some reason, but other than that, I enjoyed it. I hope we get another season.

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"Screech how are you pumping out three chapters of this fic in a few weeks" deadass I don't know. Please do not expect this level of output moving forward, I just hit my stride out of nowhere and this chapter came to me really quickly. I have no idea if the next one will be as fast. Anyways, here's a new chapter!

the unknowable tomorrow | a tristamp fanfic part eleven: wolfwood

cw: gun violence, self harm, religious trauma (mentioned)

When Wolfwood emerged from the portal, he was tense and ready for anything. Which was a damn good thing, seeing how his sudden appearance scared the daylights out of a man with a rifle.

“…hi.”

The man pointed the gun at him. Instinct kicked in. Whoever this guy was, he clearly wasn’t an experienced fighter. Wolfwood had him disarmed and unconscious in seconds. “Amateur hour,” he grumbled as he checked the ammo left in the rifle.

He couldn’t get too overconfident, though. He’d lost his only vial; if he got shot, he’d stay shot. The twinge in his ankle, at least, gave him a reminder of what pain had felt like before.

More shots went off nearby. Wolfwood immediately dropped down to cover and started scanning the area. He was on a roof in a town that looked a lore more like how he remembered town, just smaller and newer. The shots weren’t directed at him; it sounded like at least three distinct guns, one on a nearby roof, two more coming from windows, all aimed down onto the streets. “Will you quit that!?” someone yelled in frustration.

“Will you stop shooting at me if I do?” called back someone else.

Wolfwood knew that voice.

A quick scan on the streets revealed a familiar tuft of blond hair peering out from an alleyway. I’m gonna kill him, Wolfwood thought. Assuming whoever was shooting at him didn’t kill him first.

“I’m just trying to leave! There’s no reason for all this!” Vash ducked back into the alley. “Bullets are hard to get, you know.”

“So are Plant parts. So, you can either hand it back over or – “

Vash tossed something out of the alley. It shattered when it hit the ground, letting out plumes of smoke and a really nasty smell. Vash used the distraction of it to dart out of the alley and towards Wolfwood’s building. It was a smart move, but the smoke hadn’t spread enough to hide him from the guy on the roof.

Crack!

Vash stumbled and hit the dirt. Wolfwood immediately aimed and fired. He hit something, if the puff of blood was anything to go by, but if couldn’t tell if the shot had been fatal. No time to double-check. He ran to his left, throwing the rifle’s strap over his shoulder as he made his way to the edge of the roof. More shots were fired, but he didn’t feel any heading towards him. Good; he still had the element of surprise.

He was just barely able to lower himself down and use the bricks as footholds to get to the alley without making his ankle worse. From there, Wolfwood ran towards Vash. He hadn’t gotten back up, instead curling up with his head over his hands. Fortunately, the smoke had spread out enough to give Wolfwood some cover as he ran over. “The shit did you walk into?!” Wolfwood yelled.

Vash looked up. “Nico?!”

Wolfwood grabbed his jacket and started dragging him. “I swear, you’re gonna get yourself killed one day without me!” One shot came dangerously close to hitting them. “C’mon, get up!”

Vash struggled to his feet. He had to lean on Wolfwood to run into the alley, and he left a blood trail as he went. Damn it. Hopefully it wasn’t too bad. Wolfwood shoved Vash in first before backing in, rifle aimed, trying to see through the smoke. “How many?”

“Uhm…six. Seven? Maybe six?” Vash collapsed with a gasp and started rummaging through his pockets. “Did you get the guy on the roof?”

“I got both guys on the roof. You’re welcome.” Wolfwood glanced back Vash’s way. Vash was wrapping some gauze around his leg. It was hard to tell how bad it was when he was wearing black. “What’d you do?”

“It’s a long story.” Vash finished tying off the bandage and then reached into his coat again. He found something in his inner pocket, then relaxed. “I’ll tell you once we’re out of here.”

“Sure. Fine.” There was a pistol strapped to Vash’s leg—not just a pistol, Wolfwood realized, but the pistol. “Please tell me you have ammo.”

Vash laughed sheepishly. Wolfwood groaned. “Gotta do everything around here…” He fished around in his pockets until he found the two .22 bullets and tossed them to Vash. “At least tell me you have an exit?”

“This way.” Vash caught the bullets easily, but had a harder time standing up. He was able to hobble on his own, at least. “Just one thomas, though.”

“I can live with that.”

They stuck to the shadows as best they could, but the place was lousy with people who were really pissed at Vash for some reason. It felt like they barely made any progress with how often they had to duck back behind corners or wait behind a trash can until people had run by. Wolfwood thought about pressing the issue of what the hell Vash had done, but kept the question in his back pocket. Something told him the answer was going to deserve a lecture, and they really didn’t have time for that.

After enough close calls to take years off Wolfwood’s life, they finally managed to get to the edge of town. The only thing standing between them and a much speedier exit was the stretch of sand between them and the cluster of rocks Vash had hidden his thomas in. “I don’t hear anyone,” Vash whispered.

Wolfwood grabbed his shoulder and tilted his head. Vash was right; it was quiet, but that didn’t make him feel much safer. There could still be people in the buildings.

But if you stay here, you’re definitely going to get caught. Make a call, and do it fast.

“Count of three,” he whispered. “Okay?” Vash nodded. “One…two…go.”

They took off.

Shouts started following not long after, but Wolfwood was prepared for that. He spun around, rifle aimed. Just one guy, but from the fuss he was raising, it wouldn’t be long until there were more.

The rifle felt light in his hands compared to the Punisher, but any weapon could do some damage if you knew how. And the Eye had made sure Wolfwood knew how.

He pulled the trigger. Another cloud of blood. The screams suddenly stopped. Wolfwood turned around in time to see that Vash had stopped running. He looked upset.

Nope. We’re not doing this today.

Wolfwood threw the rifle back over his shoulder and grabbed Vash as he ran past him. “Don’t you dare!”

“But he might be – “

“Not our problem!” Wolfwood expected Vash to put up more of a fight, but even though he was a fully grown adult now, he didn’t. He must’ve been just young enough to remember who was in charge. Good thing, too; Wolfwood might’ve been strong enough to carry him, but flailing limbs would bring him down just as quicky as excess weight.

He didn’t set Vash down until they were behind the rocks and the thomas was clearly in sight. Vash tried to run back out right away. Wolfwood grabbed his arm. “We’ve got to go!”

“But that man’s hurt!”

“And you’ll be dead if you go back there! And I’ll be dead from following you!” Wolfwood grabbed Vash’s shoulders. “His buddies will look after him. We’ve got to worry about us. Okay?! So either you can get on the thomas or I can knock you out. Your call.”

Vash stared at Wolfwood as he weighed his options. Wolfwood’s life against that of a total stranger. His eyes flooded with tears. They were blue, not gold, but for a second Wolfwood felt a stab of guilt as he remembered Livio. It had always been so easy to move the kid to tears—even gentleness could do it—but he always felt bad when he did.

But sometimes it was for his own good. And thank God Vash made the right call, getting on the thomas without another word. He gave Wolfwood a hand up, and they rode away.

Wolfwood set his attention on their back as quickly as possible. There was no way it would be this easy. “What kind of transportation did they have?” he asked. Nothing. “Vash?” Still nothing. Wolfwood kicked him. “C’mon, Blondie, you’ve got to tell me what we’re dealing with, here.”

Vash’s only response was to change their direction. Wolfwood risked leaning over to try and get a look at his face. There were a few tear tracks running down his cheeks, but his expression was more determined and frustrated than sad. “Yes or no, do you know where we’re going?” Wolfwood asked. Vash nodded. “Okay. Fine. I’ll watch out backs.”

That was going to be easier said than done. Wolfwood was still absolute shit at riding, and there was a good risk if he had to shoot, he’d fall off. Worry about that if it happens. Right now, you’re the eyes and ears.

For a while, there was nothing—just enough time that Wolfwood started to feel hopeful. Then, the wind carried the distinctive sound of an engine to them.

Damn it. Of course.

“We’ve got company.” Wolfwood squinted against the sunlight. “I think…two cars? Do they have a charging station?” Vash changed directions again. “Is the ship nearby? Rock structures, canyons…anywhere we can lose them?” Nothing. “Vash.”

“I’ve got it,” Vash said finally.

“Can I get a hint?”

“I unplugged their cars so they won’t be running on full charge. And a storm’s coming.”

“You had me until the second part.”

“They can’t use solar panels in a storm, can they? That gives us more of a chance to get away.”

Damn it. The logic was there. Wolfwood hated that. “Where are we going, anyway?”

“Mobile colony. They should be about a day away by now.” Vash glanced over his shoulder, then urged the thomas faster. “Hold on.”

Wolfwood did, but made sure to check over his shoulder as they went. That was the thing about transportation in a No Man’s Land: Cars were faster than a thomas and provided more shelter, but a thomas could go more places and didn’t have to worry about a battery. In a chase, it came down to whether or not the bird could evade the vehicle until it overheated or ran out of juice. Those weren’t the kind of odds that Wolfwood liked to play with; it was why he’d favored a bike, until he’d lost it the same day Vash picked him up.

I really wish I had Angelina right now. It’d give him a feeling of control over the situation, if nothing else.

The storm snuck up on them slowly, starting as a distant haze that they raced into. Visibility went down the deeper they went. The sound of the cars chased them into the sand, but was eventually blocked out by the wind. Wolfwood had to duck his head and use Vash as a shield against the storm. After what seemed like an eternity of swirling sand and tension, Vash steered them into a cluster of stone and metal. It looked like semi-collapsed building. Wolfwood wasn’t sure if he trusted it, but it kept the sand out, so he decided to keep his doubts to himself. The way Vash nearly fell over when he got off the thomas was a reminder that he had other things to worry about. “Easy…”

“I’m fine,” Vash said immediately. He glanced down, then did a double-take. He was definitely bleeding out of the bandage, not by a lot, but enough to be noticeable. “Uhm…”

Wolfwood rolled his eyes as he got off the thomas. “Sit. Now.” He started rummaging through the saddlebags. “You got a first aid kit?”

“It’s in the next pouch over…no, to the left.” Wolfwood heard the sound of shifting sand as Vash sat down with a huff. “It’s really not that bad.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Wolfwood paused to stick a cigarette in his mouth before pulling out the aid kit. “I’m still taking a look.”

There was a lot more he wanted to say, a lot more questions he wanted to ask. But the image of Vash’s tear-filled eyes kept dancing through his head. He was much older now—an adult, really, basically the same face as the man he’d known once, right down to the sunglasses—but those eyes were still too young. This wasn’t the Vash with over a century of experience. Hell, for all Wolfwood knew, he was only an adult in body, not in years or in mind. Wolfwood knew a thing or two about how that felt.

So, for now, he’d do what he’d do with the kids. Fix the scraped knee first. Lecture them about safety later. Even if he was really tempted to start lecturing.

When he turned around, Vash was carefully peeling up the leg of his pants, wincing as he did. “How bad does it feel?” Wolfwood asked as he fumbled through his pockets for his lighter.

“Less bad than getting my arm cut off,” Vash answered immediately.

“Yeah, yeah, wise guy…where the fuck is my…”

Vash pulled something out of his pocket, gave it a practiced twirl, and turned it on. The lighter. Wolfwood had forgotten he’d given it to him. Vash’s smile looked so much younger then, almost like the teenager of the last time. “I refilled it for you,” he said.

Despite his frustration, Wolfwood smiled. “Appreciate it.” He lit his cigarette before crouching next to Vash. “All right, let me take a look.”

Whatever had hit Vash had cut a trench through his leg. There was no debris stuck in there, at least none he could find, so he focused on getting it cleaned and stitched back up. Vash didn’t squirm, limiting his discomfort to a pained grimace and the occasional mutter of ow, ow, ow. “Should’ve thrown two of those things if you didn’t want to get hit,” Wolfwood noted as he tied off the last stitch.

“That was the only one I had,” Vash admitted. “I wasn’t even sure it would work, so I think this is kind of a win?” His grin grew even more sheepish as Wolfwood glared at him. “Not a win?”

“No.” Wolfwood wrapped a bandage around Vash’s leg. “Feel better?”

“Lots. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Wolfwood replied. Then, he flicked Vash between the eyes hard as he could.

“Ow?!” Vash squawked.

“What the hell was that back there?”

“I…” Vash’s cheeks went pink. “I know that wasn’t my best moment…”

“You got shot. What did you do?!”

“What makes you think I did something?” Vash crossed his arms and pouted. “Maybe they’re just mean. Did you consider that?”

Wolfwood crossed his arms right back. It became a standoff, the two of them staring at each other as the wind whistled outside and Vash’s thomas fruitlessly nudged through the sand for something to eat. Vash finally relented. “I…kinda…took something,” he mumbled.

“…you what.”

“It wasn’t stealing! Listen.” Vash pulled something out of his coat’s inner pocket and held it up. “Do you know what this is?”

Wolfwood had no idea. It looked like a little piece of metal with some squiggles on it, suspended in a clear container. “Doesn’t look like anything worth getting shot over,” he said.

“This is one of the primary components for managing Plant output,” Vash said. “They’re hard to get. Ship Three can technically still make them, but it’s really labor-intensive. Those people stole it from another group’s water plant.”

“So, you volunteered to steal it back?”

“That wasn’t the original plan. I wanted to just talk to them. I thought…” Vash carefully cradled the part in his hands. “…maybe they took it because they needed it, too. Maybe I could convince everyone to work together, somehow. But…” He shook his head, suddenly looking disgusted. “They just stole it to resell. That’s what they do over there. That’s why I took it instead of talking to them.”

Wolfwood wasn’t surprised. That kind of thing happened all the time in the future. Sometimes you had to weight the risk of fighting to get your property back against the embarrassment of paying three times the actual price to recover it peacefully. It must’ve been a con older than No Man’s land for people to be pulling it this far back. “So…” Wolfwood pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath. “…you, what, left Ship Three to help these people?”

“I didn’t come out here for them specifically. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do about…” He gestured expansively. “All of it.”

All of it. All the heaps of bullshit that ate No Man’s Land alive. That had been ever since the Big Fall and probably would until the second coming.

And Vash wanted to “see if there was something he could do about it.”

“Why do you look like that?” Vash asked quietly.

He sounded so young again. It was the only thing that kept Wolfwood from raising his voice. As it was, he had to take a deep breath to maintain what composure he had. “Why?” he asked.

The question that had been plaguing him since the first day he met Vash.

“Why…what?”

“Why do you want to see if there’s anything you can do about this shitshow?”

“Because…people need help. And I can…”

“But why does it have to be you?” Why take their bullets, their stones, their hateful stares? Why carry the weight of other people’s bullshit, as if he didn’t have enough on his own shoulders? “You should be back on the ship right now.”

“Yeah, but I can’t do anything on there.”

“Who said you have to? Why…” Wolfwood took another deep breath. “Is this about your brother?”

Vash’s cheeks went pink again. “This has nothing to do with him.”

“Are you sure? Because I swear, if this is you self-flagellating again for the Fall - “

“It’s not.”

“Are you sure?”

“I think I know my own motivations, thanks.” Vash’s jaw was set in a tight line, his eyes hardening behind his glasses. “Shouldn’t we want to help each other? Not helping is what’s keeping us in this mess.”

“That’s all well and good, kid, but I’m not sure you’re thinking about the cost, here.”

“I am not a kid anymore.”

The sudden snap of Vash’s voice sent a cold chill up Wolfwood’s spine. A part of him whispered that he should back off no while Vash was still forgiving, but his eyes drifted to the bandage again. To Vash’s prosthetic. They mapped the dozens of scars that weren’t there yet, but would be one day if Vash didn’t stop.

He should have made it about that. But he wasn’t very good at this.

“I probably killed that guy back there,” he snapped back. “Is that piece of junk worth it?”

Vash flinched back, his eyes growing wide and horrified. For a moment, Wolfwood was torn between guilt and stubbornness.

Then, Vash’s gaze went dark. “Well,” he said. “That was a stupid, shitty decision on your part, wasn’t it?” He stood up in one fluid motion, shoving the box into his coat as he did. “But that’s got nothing to do with me.”

And with that, he stalked away. He couldn’t go far—the structure wasn’t very big—but his turned back and angry body language made the distance feel much larger.

Wolfwood was frozen in place, his mind yanked in multiple directions. Fear at the anger he’d glimpsed in Vash’s eyes. Frustration, because this idiot just did not get it.

Pride and confusion, because this wasn’t the passive Vash who took almost every barb Wolfwood had thrown at him in the future with a sad smile or a kicked puppy look. But where the hell had this new Vash come from? And why was he gone in the future?

Wolfwood didn’t know. He just knew this conversation had gone sideways, and he wasn’t sure what to do to fix it. Great! Nicely done, idiot.

He didn’t trust himself to try again just yet. Instead, Wolfwood picked back up the rifle and started checking it for damage. He’d seen weapons like it, even been trained with one, but the materials of this one felt different. It had probably been made with Lost Technology. This would be an heirloom piece in the future. The kind of gun you gave a name.

Like what? Punisher 2?

Wolfwood shook the thought away and kept working.

He’d cleaned and re-assembled the gun and taken stock of his ammo by the time Vash came back. “If you’re worried about me, can you just say that?” Vash said as he sat down.

Wolfwood was flooded by the sudden urge to smack the kid, but he knew he’d be in the wrong this time. Vash was right; it was just annoying that he’d said it out loud. “I am worried,” Wolfwood relented. “You don’t exactly have a great track record with unnecessary guilt.”

“I know.” Vash fiddled with his zipper as he spoke. “Brad and Luida already talked to me before I left. Trust me, I’ve thought about it. This isn’t about what happened. I just don’t like seeing people in pain. I never have.” He shrugged. “Call me softhearted, I guess.”

He was. And it was going to get him killed.

“It’s not just about the guilt, though.” Wolfwood started re-loading the rifle. “You said that you were gonna try to convince those people to work with the other group, yeah?”

Vash nodded. “If they both need the part, it makes sense for them to work together. There’s no need to steal.”

“Maybe. But what if you couldn’t convince them? What if there wasn’t a plan that could help everybody? What if one of the groups decided it wasn’t worth the gamble and they’d rather focus on their own people? Could you fault them for that? How would you pick who to help?” He slipped the last bullet in place and met Vash’s eyes. “Is that a decision you’re capable of making?”

“…I…”

Vash trailed off. The more he thought about it, the more distressed he looked. “I��I’d find a way,” he insisted finally. “I wouldn’t just give up.”

“I’m not asking you to give up. I’m asking you to consider the cost. Someone’s gotta pay it.”

“Not always.”

“But most of the time.”

“Well, if it’s me, I don’t mind – “

“But. Why? You don’t know these people. Half of them would shoot you dead if they thought it’d benefit them—and don’t look at me like that. I’ve seen it every day I’ve been alive. They don’t care about you. Why…” He gestured towards Vash’s leg. “…why hurt yourself for them? If it’s not guilt, then what?”

Vash’s hands stilled. He stared down at his leg. For a minute, his eyes looked distant. “…I wanted to give up after Tesla,” he said. “On people, I mean. I would’ve taken Nai and left the ship if I knew how. Rem talked to me every day, brought me food when I felt too sick to eat…even when I hated…”

His voice broke on that word. He shook his head, cleared his throat, and kept going. “She asked me if I was really going to let go that easily. I had let go, and…I don’t like who I was then. I promised myself I would never give up like that again.” He met Wolfwood’s eyes. “She died for everyone who survived the Fall. She went back so she could save as many people as possible. How could I do anything less? Don’t you have someone you care about like that? More than anything?”

Wolfwood’s heart felt like it stopped beating for a second. You know I do, he thought. Except this Vash didn’t know, not yet. But he’d asked the question the same way…

“I do,” Wolfwood admitted. His hands gripped the rifle. “I choose them every time.”

And he’d resigned himself to the scars it put on the soul. As many as the scars Vash would bear on his body, he realized.

“I feel the same way,” Vash said. “Just…bigger. Does that make sense?”

It did. And it didn’t.

How could one person hold that much care in their heart?

Even for people like me?

“You’re insane,” he said finally.

Vash laughed. “A little bit, yeah.” The laugh didn’t last long. “Do you really think that man is dead? And when you took care of the guys on the roof…”

Damn it. This conversation again? When Wolfwood was still struggling with what Vash had just said? “I don’t go out of my way to be nonlethal,” Wolfwood said. “I told you, I choose…”

He cut himself off. Guilt clogged his throat immediately. It was a lie, or it would be a lie for Vash in a few decades. How dare Wolfwood let him down with those words?

And when did he become one of the kids?

Wolfwood knew. It was the second he’d held Vash in his arms and soothed him back to sleep. Every smile and childish laugh and wiped away tear. Just like with the other kids who’d wormed their way into his heart.

Just like Livio.

Vash’s expression was unreadable. He looked away from Wolfwood, out the window, down to his hands. “I…don’t want you to do that for me,” he said finally. “Okay? Please don’t do that for me.”

Yep. This again.

“Even if killing keeps you safe? And don’t you dare ask me to just let you die, because that’s not…” And there he went again, talking as if he wasn’t going to do exactly that.

Fortunately, Vash seemed to take Wolfwood’s burst of self-loathing for a different emotion. Either that, or he was too distracted by whatever was making him look so distressed again. “That’s not the only solution, is it? To kill?”

His voice wavered. There was something else behind those words, but Wolfwood couldn’t figure it out. He focused on the question instead, just as it was at face value. Of course, there could be other options. He wasn’t Bluesummers, ready to deal out death like it was candy. But in a place like this, sometimes you had to make the call. A lot of the time you had to make the call. Otherwise, what the hell have I spilled all that blood for?

Wolfwood’s hand instinctively flew to his shin, trying desperately to silence the thought. Vash, of course, noticed. “Is your ankle okay?” he asked.

“’s fine.” Vash started digging through his pack anyway. The sudden lack of eye contact made speaking a bit easier. “If I promise the lethal option will be a last resort…is that good?”

It was as far as he could make himself go. He was a little surprised that, after some silence, Vash actually nodded. “Thank you for hearing me out,” he said quietly. “I know, it’s a big ask, I’m just…” He produced a jar of some kind and a roll of bandages. “I’m trying to figure some things out. Here, let me take a look.”

“Nah, it’s…” Wolfwood hesitated. “I’m sorry for what I said. Implying that guy was your fault…it was my call. Not yours.” Granted, it was a call he wouldn’t have had to make if Vash hadn’t been an idiot, but it wasn’t about that. Not really. “You don’t gotta look after me. I can do it.”

Vash stared at him for a long moment. Again, he caught Wolfwood off guard by smiling. “I forgive you,” he said as he handed over the supplies. “I know, you were worried.”

“Didn’t have to be a prick about it, though.” Wolfwood tugged off his shoe, then started carefully unraveling the bandage. “That said, can you promise me you’ll value your life the same as you do everyone else’s? Please? Because I will send you the hospital bill if I start getting stress ulcers.”

Vash’s smile immediately grew teasing. “Maybe you should stop smoking if you’re so worried about ulcers.”

“Fat chance, ki – “

His ankle was fine.

No, not fine. It was still all cut up, and even his untrained eye could tell the stitches needed to stay in a bit longer. But consider how little he’d taken care of it, it looked…fine. It was healing well. What in the…

“You don’t need to put a lot of the ointment on there,” Vash said. “Little goes a long way.”

“…right. Yeah.”

What did you do?

Lack of proof and fear of the answer was the only thing that kept the question in his head. But Wolfwood’s gut screamed that Vash was somehow responsible. He just couldn’t figure out how.

Conrad didn’t change me that much, did he?

It took Wolfwood all of two seconds to decide that he didn’t want to know the answer to that. He applied the ointment and rebandaged his ankle. “Are we gonna sit the storm out?”

“Probably for the best.” Vash stood back up to pat the thomas’ head. “Just so she doesn’t inhale too much sand. We can leave as soon as it stops. Assuming…”

The two of them looked around. No sign of a portal. “Well, that doesn’t bode well for later,” Wolfwood said wearily. “You want to take a nap while you still can?”

Vash ended up laying down, but not sleeping. He stared up at the ceiling and hummed to himself. Wolfwood watched the sand swirling around outside, wondering what awaited them when they left.

At least he finally had a weapon. Even if he’d promised Vash that he’d consider the lethal option the last one, having the ability to defend himself again made him feel calmer than he had since all of this started.

Punching his way out of a solution was fine in a pinch, but he really preferred this.

They finally emerged from their hideout when the sands slowed down to a haze. Wolfwood was on edge, listening hard for anything that even remotely sounded like an engine. The whistling of the wind made it hard to hear, and the setting sun didn’t help with his nerves. They had to hunker down in a cluster of rocks that barely provided shelter when it became too dark to see. The moons had waned down to crescents, and even the biggest one didn’t provide enough light.

“So,” Wolfwood whispered. They technically had a watch order set up, but he couldn’t sleep. “Everyone get their act together back on the ship?”

“Yeah, they did.” Vash kept stroking the thomas’ head as he spoke. “I am going to go back there. I don’t plan on being out here full time or anything.” Thank God for that. “Actually, I promised I’d be back before they put Brad and Luida into deep sleep.”

“Into what now?”

“Oh, uh, suspended animation. Most of the people in the Seeds fleet were asleep when they were traveling, and the technology still works on the ship. Everyone decided to put crew members in rotation so we could cut down on resource use and keep people alive for as long as possible. Especially people with important research skills. Brad and Luida got put in the same rotation, so they’ll be going under soon.”

“And you’re okay with that?”

“I do have other friends now. And I help coach the kickball team with the kids sometimes, though I think they think my head’s a target.” Wolfwood snorted. He could picture Vash getting beamed in the head pretty clearly. At least it was a slightly less lethal fast-moving object than a bullet. “I’ll miss them, I know I will. But I’ll see them again.”

“They’re not gonna put you under?”

“They thought about it, but they ran some tests on me. I guess my cells are behaving similarly to a non-Independent Plant’s, and they can live much longer than humans under the right circumstances. So we’re holding off unless I start showing visible signs of aging.” Vash grimaced. “I didn’t really want to get put in a pod anyway. Even if it’s just to sleep.”

“That’s fair.” And he’d never have to do it, far as Wolfwood knew. Vash would look the same in 150 years as he did now, just more tired. “Shame it’s in a pod and not a whole room. Think it’d be nice to nap through some of the bullshit.”

Vash laughed quietly and leaned against him. “You’re just saying that because I’d be staying out of trouble if I were asleep.”

“I actually meant it, but that’s a good point. You sure you don’t want to skip all this?”

Vash nudged Wolfwood’s ribs. “Aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“Don’t you tell me what to do.” Wolfwood tried closing his eyes again anyway. The space wasn’t very big, but the proximity of the thomas and Vash was strangely comforting and warm, not suffocating. It reminded him of nights when Livio or some of the littles couldn’t sleep and a bunch of them ended up bundled in the same bed.

Sleep came a lot easier after that.

The truly infuriating part of this trip didn’t end up being the baffling-ass conversation with Vash, or the shootout, or the general fact that Wolfwood was still doing this. It was the fact that he spent most of the next day grinding his teeth into a find powder from stress for nothing. The guys who’d been chasing them had lost their scent and never showed up again. No one nearly got eaten by a worm. The worst thing about the day was the monotony of it. Nothing but sand and sun, sun and sand. It was so mind-numbing that Wolfwood didn’t even mind when Vash started chatting away.

“So…do you have a favorite food?”

“Noodles,” Wolfwood replied. “Any kind. Doesn’t matter. Let me guess, you’re mister sweet tooth?”

Vash laughed. “That obvious?”

“I saw how fast you went for dessert back on the ship.” And would continue to in the future. The guy could pack away doughnuts with terrifying efficiency. “You’re still eating out here, right?”

“Yes, Nico.” Wolfwood couldn’t see Vash’s face, but he could hear the eye roll. He’d smack Vash for it if he wasn’t worried about unseating himself from the thomas. “What do you do? When you’re not following me around, I mean.”

Wolfwood was tempted not to answer, but figured a half-lie would satisfy Vash better than nothing. “I’m an undertaker,” Wolfwood said.

“Oh. That sounds depressing.”

You have no idea. “It pays the bills.” Just not with money.

“If you didn’t have to worry about money, what would you do?”

Wolfwood knew immediately. It was a decision he could never remember making consciously, just something he’d known. He’d never intended to leave the orphanage. He would’ve stayed. Helped Miss Melanie until she was too old to run the place, then take over. Helped as many kids as he could until he was too old to run the place, or died, whichever happened first.

But that was impossible now. No sense in dreaming about it.

“I’d do the same thing,” he said. “Someone’s got to, right?”

Vash fell silent. Wolfwood wondered if he’d heard something in his tone and guessed at the emotions underneath. If he did…

“So, if all those stories about the dead coming back to life ever come true, you’ll be the first one to know?”

…he was polite enough to move right past it. And Wolfwood was grateful for that.

“Sure would. Lucky me, huh?” He shook his head. “Good thing I’m a decent shot…unless you want to tell me we can’t kill walking corpses, either?”

“No, they don’t count. Their ticket’s already filled out.”

“…huh?”

“Their ticket. Everyone gets one when they’re born. You’re the one who decides what your destination is, or…at least, that’s how it should be. When other people change your destination for you…” He shook his head. “It’s one of the worst things you can do to a person.”

Wolfwood thought about the Eye. Pictured the child he was and the man he’d turned into. He wasn’t going to act like he was faultless—his choices were his own, at the end of the day—but if they hadn’t showed up that day, would things have turned out different?

Would he ever have stood a chance?

Blessedly, the sight of something in the distance kicking up dust gave Wolfwood something else to dwell on. “Reckon we should be worried about that?” he asked.

“Nope!” There was a smile in Vash’s voice as he changed directions. “That’s exactly what we’re looking for.”

Vash hadn’t been kidding yesterday when he said it was a mobile community. The setup they joined more resembled the caravans that followed some sand steamers then it did a town. Shouts rang out as people recognized Vash.

He’s back!

Thank God…

Do you have it? Please tell me you have it…

Vash pulled up alongside one group of riders and held up the chip. More cries rang out, prayers of thanks or sobs of relief. The cries of people who wouldn’t have to see their people suffer from lack of food or water.

Vash hadn’t bought that joy with too much blood today.

Wolfwood knew he wouldn’t always be that lucky, but he tried not to think about that too hard. Not when Vash looked so happy at having helped.

Wolfwood ended up tagging along with Vash to reinstall the Plant’s chip, but just as quickly wished he hadn’t. The decorations inside the Plant’s designated truck were a little too religious for his taste. Nothing matched the Eye’s iconography, but even the sight of a simple shrine was enough to make his mouth feel dry. “I’m gonna go out in a limb here,” he said quietly, even though it was just the two of them, “and assume you haven’t been chatty about your, uh…”

“Familial relationship? Hell no,” Vash replied. “They already think I’m some kind of chosen one because I’m good with her. I’ve been dodging invitations to speak at their services. No disrespect meant, it’s just…” Something chirped as Vash carefully inserted the chip. “…awkward. Imagine if people were worshipping one of your siblings as a fragment of the divine.”

“Oh, I’d never let them hear the end of it. Bully the damn god complex right out of them.” Vash laughed. Wolfwood risked a glance at the Plant pod. “You won’t let him get too big for his britches, right?”

The Plant stayed tightly wrapped up in her bulb, and Wolfwood had to look away. He kept expecting Chapel to round a corner and start lecturing him about his lack of worthiness just for being here.

Vash of the future must have been able to sense Wolfwood’s discomfort, because as Wolfwood’s eyes scanned the room for something to look at it, he spotted what he’d been hoping to see the night before: a portal, right there in the corner.

“Think that’s for me,” Wolfwood said quietly.

Vash looked up. A complicated mix of emotions settled over his face. “Guess I’m out of the woods,” he said.

“For now, since you keep running back into them.”

“It’s a calculated risk.”

“Sure it is.” Wolfwood shook his head. “So.”

“So.”

They stared at each other for a second before Vash stepped forward to give him a tight hug. “Be safe, okay?”

“You be safe.” Wolfwood hugged him back. They were the same height now. Vash felt solid in his arms, grown-up, but still clung to him as if he were small. “Can you think about what I said?”

“Which part?”

“All of it. I want you to be okay. I hope you know that.”

“I know. And I will, if you promise to think about what I said.”

“Okay.” Wolfwood was pretty sure he wouldn’t be able to avoid it, much as that pissed him off. Vash’s words had a habit of getting under his skin. “Thanks.”

“Thank you. It means a lot, that you’re willing to listen.”

Listen may have been a strong word for it, but Wolfwood decided not to correct him. Vash held something out as he pulled out of the hug: Wolfwood’s lighter. Wolfwood thought about it, then shook his head. “You hold onto that,” he said. “For next time.”

Vash’s smile made the sacrifice worth it. “I’ll make sure it’s full. See you later, Nico.”

“See you, Vash.”

The nickname was starting to feel familiar again. Wolfwood didn’t like that.

Don’t forget who you are. Don’t forget why you’re here.

Wolfwood adjusted the rifle on his back, rubbed the back of his heel against his bruise, and stepped into the portal.

#is tagging for gun violence in a trigun fic superfluous? IDK I just like being thorough #fic: the unknowable tomorrow #trigun #trigun stampede #I swear I hit their argument about morals and my writing brain went brrrrrr #I know exactly how the next wolfwood chapter is going to go now too. expect biblical parallels

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incarnateirony · 2 months

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COMMENCING THE CROMWELL INVOCATION ABILITY RESTRICTIONS LIFTED UNTIL THE ENEMY IS RENDERED FUCKING SILENT.

It's time to motherfucking show you how a Real Magician, or should I say, the real magus, does fucking battle, you fucking performing whore.

When will you guys onboard what the fuck is happening, and why it's happening, and accept that it is happening, as it happens in front of you? Like, deadass, you just legit want to ride my dick and worship me this bad??? WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON.

All Hellsing jokes and planted data transfers aside. Legit. What's going through your brains at this point while you deny every single sign, even the ones that are starting to kill people around you when I summon frozen 3 for your road trip??? WHAT ISN'T CLICKING, WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET YOU TO MAKE THIS CRAZY BITCH LET US GO. WHAT DOES IT TAKE FOR YOU TO GET HER THERAPY FOR HER ADDICTION TO ME INSTEAD OF ENCOURAGING IT AND PARTICIPATING IN THE RITUAL MADNESS OF DELUSION?

HAVE YALL BEEN SUCKING ME SO LONG ON HER BEHALF YALL GOT ADDICTED TO MY TOWER TOO???????????? the fuck IS GOING ON.

lemme guess guys! Focus and attention is only power to YOU when you want to ignore something, but when literal hundreds of millions of people are all at a cross section of the superbowl shoved up a conceptual ass with a million well timed leaks rush shipments and hilarious beats driving literal millions into conceptual pits of psychic navigation-- IN THE SUPERBOWL-- she even admitted being called into and hearing herself scream @ herself in while her own shadow loses HER and isn't even trying to claim HER anymore but is becoming US, like, none of that matters. Her reblogging or hallucinating what I tell her to doesn't matter, and that's just the ones she's accidentally admitting by being too stupid. What do you think a hundred thousand cromwell evocations will fucking do. What's. Not. Fucking. Clicking.

You're STUCK until you get this bitch to let go or she will literally die, that is literally how this works. It may be a hard casket death like in many timelines, or it may be a spiritual one where she's recrafted into something unrecognizable from the monster she's become--literally already happening--and at the rate you're incentivizing her behavior, that will be a spiritual death she, and her persona, identity, or anything, is not involved with, rather than letting her transition into her true self.

Disgusting pieces of shit, all of you. Soulless as she's made herself without me in here moving her around. Holy shit, no wonder if took that long to get a message through to you dipshits about Crowley or confused personalities and how to divide them.

She wanted to make me her god, even if she got me confused. We are obliging. And now she's still running, and not looking at it, because again, it is all she knows how to do, and the truth and implications of this would literally be too much to bear, and it's a hole of lies you all built yourselves together.

Idk Shealyn, it's almost like you had the honor of your ex's apotheosized form and repressed shadow, that you were heavily the cause of the blockage on, running into you a few times, and thought you could keep "channeling" it even when EVERY form of him said that was a stupid idea. It is literally your refusal to let the ghost of me go. And now you're here. Getting rolled over by elsa in fornite and tartarus with the squids in Splatoon because you refuse to move the fuck on and cling to this Octopus Jibberish that will continue to bend reality itself around you. And all kinds of weird shit going on in your head when I tell it to. The Shin Megami Tensei, the True Reincarnated Goddess Struggle Tweet, keeps posting a shrimp laiden warning about the reaper, and us going back in to clean up your own messes while you try to sacrifice the dog, and I legit think Jagger came out smarter from his brief experience than his human owner is. That dog is now more woke than the woman pretending to be my or my brother's priestess.

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inthishousewestanspiderpunk · 1 year

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Encanto Christmas headcanons!

Hey everyone! Wow, what a year, huh? Yes, even the obvious bots that just follow for the sake of it, this is for you too! Okay, first up, I want to wish y'all a merry crisis, whatever you're doing or not doing this time of year! This year, I am in my parent's caravan celebrating with them and going to the races tomorrow which should be fun.

And seeing how it's the season of giving, I am giving you more Encanto Christmas headcanons! Last year's still remain, especially with Camilo and the church (there's a reason the priest loses his hair and it ain't Bruno!) but I wanted to write and share some more and write and share some more, I shall! Now, you may notice a name that is definitely known amongst the Encanto tumblr fandom, that being the lovely Elena who is owned by @prophetic-hijinks and has been my hyperfixation for the past week. Elena is the wife of Bruno and easily one of my favourite ocs. Having worked as a singer in a bar for years, she's heard it all and can throw back just as much as she's given, but she has such a soft and gentle side from her childhood and it is her dream to become a mama. She's a total firecracker in the best way and compliments Bruno beautifully.

So, I wish you all a pleasant holidays, be merry and bright and please be careful!

Lots of love,

Charlotte x

Alma announces that the town is to have a special visitor for Christmas. Mariano deadass asks if it's Santa as 'special visitor' and 'Christmas'. It's Father Francisco from a neighbouring church. This is based on something that happened last week to my twin sister. It was announced at her work that there'll be an important visitor and as its Christmas, she thought 'oh, Santa!'...it was safeguarding.

It is on Christmas day that Pepa finds out she's pregnant with Dolores and Julieta announces she's expecting Isabela. Congratulations all around the table but the ladies later have a laugh at the coincidence.

Dolores is desperate for a baby brother or sister. To the point that when she is three, that's all she has on her list and steals the baby Jesus at the nativity that year and refuses to give him back. Neither Pepa nor Félix imagined they'd have to put 'negotiating with a three year old over a baby that's not even theirs' on their parenting resume, yet here they were.

When Camilo is five and his first Christmas with his gift, he turns into Santa and convinces the kids of the Encanto to give him their presents. If it wasn't for Alma and Pepa interfering, then the likelihood of Camilo being the leader of a tiny cult of kids was rather high.

Julieta and Agustín find out the hard way that Agustín is allergic to mistletoe.

Speaking of mistletoe, Elena gets some from Isabela and with help from Casita, she hangs it on the doorway of Bruno's room. It takes him a few minutes for him to notice and then a few more to comprehend the meaning.

Elena pursed her lips up to the plant with the pearlescent berries that was hanging delicately above the doorway. She gazed at Bruno through hooded eyes, hoping he'd get the hint. "Huh, mistletoe." "Mmhmm." He frowned for a moment. "Um, pretty?" Elena mentally facepalmed. He is so lucky he's cute.

Favourite Christmas songs

Bruno - Santa, Baby *clutches his vinyl record of Elena's version tightly* "It's a nice song, is all," he squeaks, trying desperately hide his boner with his ruana.

Elena - Santa, Baby "I may have a few tricks up my sleeve for mi pájaro carpintero," she purrs with a wink when asked. Cue Bruno with a nosebleed not too dissimilar to anime.

Mirabel - Step Into Christmas - "How can anyone hate this song? STEP INTO CHRISTMAS, LET'S JOIN TOGETHER, WE CAN WATCH THE SNOW FALL FOREVER AND EVER!"

Luisa - Lonely Pup in a Christmas Shop *in between sobs* "The...the puppy! It needs a home!" Augustín proceeds to comfort her and reassure her that the puppy is fine and it does find a loving home at the last minute.

Isabela - Grandma Got Runover By a Reindeer "Hey, a girl can dream, can't she?"

Alma - Do They Know It's Christmas time? "It's about helping others with what we are blessed with!"

Julieta - Christmas Wrapping "MOOD."

Agustín - Mary's Boy Child Hums to it whilst prepping dinner, with Casita making sure he doesn't injure himself. Casita swears that that man will be the death of it one day.

Pepa - Christmas time (Don't let the bells end) "It helps release my emotions!" she shouts over the music as it blasts out of the speaker. Dolores tends to avoid these times.

Félix - Feliz Navidad "I wanna wish you a merry Christmas from the bottom of my heeeeeeeeart!!!!"

Dolores - All I want for Christmas "All I want for Christmas is mi amor. And some earmuffs. Oop!"

Mariano - Last Christmas "It's the perfect love story! Drama, betrayal, heart, its beautiful! Just like Dolores." Blows a kiss to Dolores and she giggles. Camilo and Antonio gag at this.

Camilo - Fairytale of New York "Where else would I be able to call someone a gusano?"

Antonio - Hippopotamus for Christmas "I love any song with animals!"

#encanto headcanons #encanto Christmas #felix madrigal #encanto thoughts #pepa madrigal #camilo madrigal #dolores x mariano #bruno x elena #elen madrigal #family madrigal

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xoculture · 2 years

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MY NARCOS DRRRRR

PART ONE BC THERE IS A LOT. rn this is just about my family and the whole cartel shit. Next post is gonna be abt me, my life livin and uhm......... probs relationships w/ everyone else lol cause these mfs are FINE.

Obvi we’re going with Narcos Mexico, duh. I’m going in the middle-lateish bit of S1 bc I said so…. HERES MY BACKGROUND

heres a river 4 u. ANYWAYS we're in Guaymas, Sonora. My abuelos is the creator of the Guaymas cartel, one of the biggest distributors of narcotics and transporters to the US.

My abuelos are wit the shits especially my abuela Donna (thats her shes a güera but shes hella Mexican). She deadass built her ENTIRE empire before my abuelo got involved. Sadly she is dead. She died when I was like 14 from a brain aneurysm. Literally everyone who she was partnered with paid their respects, even bitches she didn't fw paid their respects too.

(hes not gonna be my abuelo ill update it when I got time) yeah anyways Donna kickstarted the business and my abuelo Gonzalo helped with whatever. Abuelo has a jewelry business so hes got his own lil thing. They actually partnered after they got together. Abuela would entice future partners by giving them one of abuelos chains or rings and in return, she'd provide drugs for whoever abuelo wanted to get on his business plan. #powercouple right?

NOW OK I HEAR YOU "get to the empire! what do they do???" OKAY FINE.

One of the things they distribute is MDMA! before it was appropriated and watered down by white ravers in the states, one of the most popular versions of molly in the 80's-90's was MDMA Mexicana. It's rare now but back then shit was hittin bro.

Another thing they got is azúcar del diablo which is another pill. It was made on accident by Donna lol but basically its a versital drug. The base already gets you vibing but add a diff plant and the effects change hard. It's almost all natural too only a lil bit of chemicals to enhance the add ons effects.

Pills are the specialty, but power is common too. Its effects are similar to the pill but its easier to crave. (the drug is p addictive if ur not careful always bc the effects are...........................)

So yeah basically they mostly did pills, but working with Guadalajara, they moved weed and later coke to TJ. Since Guaymas is like, way closer, which gave them a cut of the product for them to sell as well as the price for transportation.

Donna was the most respected drug lord in Mexico. From her rise to the bottom to the top as a woman was quite literally insane. She was shaking hands with every single mofo and returning betrayal tenfold.

Gonzalo is pretty highly thought of too. He also started from the bottom and came out on top as one of the most popular jewelry brands in Mexico. Literally almost everyone hes cool with has something on his. When Donna died, Gonzalo took over operations and never remarried.

They have four kids (in order of oldest to youngest): Enrique, Tenoch, Rodrigo (he and Tenoch are twins) and Geraldo.

Enrique didn't wanna be associated w/ the family's DRUG ACTIVITIES bc hes a musician so he kinda left the family? Changed his last name to Reyes and has his own family. Him and I are cool and he swings by on important family functions like he doesn't hate his family but he doesn't want that life.

Tenoch has his own tequila business. seriously really good n all. He and I are really close, if I'm not with Gonzalo or Rodrigo then I'm with Tenoch. Hes like the cool tio, he doesnt have any kids so he treats me like I'm his own. After Enrique left and Donna's death, Gonzalo expected him to want to be apart of the business as well (since hes the second oldest) and he kind of is but he didn't like working under Gonzalo so he started his own thing. He's still involved to sell n shit cause hes good at smooth talking and like traffic shit into the states cause alcohol can cross but drugs cant???? anyways...

Rodrigo is basically runner-up to the cartel if Gonzalo dies or retires. He and Gonzalo work really well together, tbh Rodrigo works well with most people. He's really smart but isn't so much of a business talker so he leaves that to Tenoch. Rodrigo is really generous like you wouldn't expect it from looking at him but he really is kind n shit. He's gotta cover it up tho or else he'd get shot lol.

He and I are close too since I'm mostly with him. He takes the whole taking care of me as seriously as Tenoch, mainly because he also thinks I shouldn't be surrounded by this stuff but te repartieron una mala mano de cartas. That's why he and Tenoch lowkey beef because Rodrigo thinks its safer to be in the crossfire with someone whos deep in it and Tenoch thinks that I should live with him because he lives like across the country.

Okay... Geraldo.... whatever hes a douchebag. Hi this this my father. Hes apart of the cartel too. imma be so real wit u, hes really like the annoying little brother. Hes involved with the cartel but hes gone for months at a time doing god knows what. Hes always got bands on him when he comes back tho so he probably does business when hes out. Rodrigo and Tenoch don't really fw him but since hes helping Rodrigo out he has to tolerate him. Even tho they work together, they do different shit. Geraldo does more of the military work; getting the police and their own soldados together n shit. Aye, violent men are a magnet for each other.

LASTLY IS ADOLFO SUARÉZ :(((( Adolfo's basically like my muscle/bodyguard. He’s ALWAYS around I never catch a break plus he’s so annoying n funny like shut the fuck up? Anyways he’s basically devoted to my family and I’s protection because my Abuelo basically saved him. Dudes a great shot even if he doesn’t look that tough lolzers. But yeah he’s cool

DAMN U READ A LOT. okay so here's how the cartel is now (sometime in the 1980s).

Its poppin tbh. Like rn Kiki's murder is being hella investigated, Miguel Felix got the feds on his ass, idk where Rafas at and Neto is doing god knows what but aye at least we're still standing lol. Pills are getting pretty popular but they're still somewhat underground??? The TJ cartel is a partner-partner now that Guadalajara getting fucked.

ANYWAYS YAS THANKS 4 READING

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bastillewolf · 4 years

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Shinigami Eyes (II)

Pairing: Corpse Husband / Reader

Summary: After you distastefully kill Corpse in a game of Among Us, he wants you to make it up to him and invites you to come over for the week.

Notes: Thank you so much for the love on the previous chapter, I’ve never gotten this many notes before. I hope you enjoy, and maybe leave an ask if you want to? I can’t promise I have time to do them, but I’ll pick out a couple.

Also, I might rewrite this. I kinda rushed it because I wanted to finish it by tonight, but there will be a final and third chapter to this afterwards. Please do let me know what you think.

Tag list CLOSED!

Shinigami Eyes - Pt. II

5… 4… 3… 2… 1…

Impostor

You were teamed up with Sean.

Your fist violently slammed down on the desk. “Goddammit! I don’t want to be impostor anymore! This game has no compassion for my poor nerves.” It was the third time in a row now, and you were really craving to do normal tasks now without all the scheming. “Fuck it, I don’t care if they kill me. I’m just gonna do my thing without thinking about it.”

You decide to follow Toast for a bit to watch him do some task. You kill him in Laboratory. You vent back to Launchpad and take your time walking towards MedBay while the kill button restores. You meet up with Corpse, and follow him while pretending to do wires in the Y-hallway. You watched the green bar go up, and continued. Sabotaging and then fixing lights, you made sure your place with Corpse was settled. Then the body of Lily was reported.

As you expected, Corpse easily vouched for you as he’d seen you do a task. The round was skipped, though Rae was sussed for ‘chasing’ Sean, by his own words.

“Corpse, you’ve grown weak,” you muttered to chat.

You were in Greenhouse, and decided it would be best to kill him there and sabotage Reactor. “Sorry baby, but I can’t keep following you around.” You quickly set off Reactor and murdered him in front of the plants. “Your blood shall keep the plants hydrated.” You did an evil laugh. “Pretty sure that’s not how it works, though.”

You vented down to MedBay and as you walked out you met up with Rae. She’d be the vouch who would confirm you weren’t anywhere near Greenhouse. “I’ll just have to fix my own sabotage so they’ll never suspect me.” You helped her with the handprint, and noted Sykkuno and Felix being there. Sean sabotaged lights, you killed Sykkuno, and ran out to follow Lily into Laboratory. Felix reported the body.

“Holy shit,” Rae gasped. So far, five people had died. You only needed to kill one more person. “It was Felix!”

“Wait, what?” the man in question asked. “I was fixing Reactor!”

She mentioned that only you, Sykkuno, Felix and herself had been there and that you’d helped her do handprint. “Sykkuno must have fixed it, and then you killed him!”

Sean asked if you’d seen anything.

“No, the lights were out. I followed Rae into Laboratory after the scan.” Your voice didn’t tremble or raise, a tactic you’d taken up from the best lair in the group. Well, the one who was now dead. Oops. “I haven’t seen Felix this entire game, though.”

He was evidently at a loss for words, so the group was quick to vote for him.

Pewds was ejected.

Victory.

You thanked Sean for a good game who was laughing his ass off. “I can’t believe you did Corpse like that! Poor guy!”

“I deadass thought you were innocent,” Corpse replied, “I’m hurt.”

“Why do you still sound dark and menacing when you say something like that?!”

You agreed with Sean heartily, “He’s just salty I’ve bested him at his own game.”

“Hey now, no need to actually insult me.”

The group laughed. You decided to call it for the night, right before Corpse did the same.”

***

He was calling you again. “What is it this time, you salty?”

“Salty? Nah, never,” he said, but you weren’t convinced.

“Then why you calling?”

“What, I can’t call my friends after playing a nice round of Among Us?”

“Not when you lost the game and you call the person who you lost to. Kinda sus, dude.”

“Alright, maybe a little salty.” You smirked.

“Aw, you need me to make it up to you?”

He laughed. “What did you have in mind?”

A bunch of thoughts, most not rated PG-13, crossed your mind. You were suddenly starting to feel uncomfortable. This was probably just something innocent, which got twisted in your fucked-up mind. You shrugged, “Uh… I don’t know.”

“I got an idea.”

“What is it?”

“Come over this week. You said you needed a break, right?”

“That sounds more like you’re doing me a favour instead of me making it up to you.”

“I don’t have any friends. You’d be making it up to me by being the first physical person here in years. I usually don’t invite people over.”

“Wow, I’m flattered. So, you don’t consider me to be your friend after all?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he chuckled.

“Sure, sure. Tell me that again when my presence suddenly brightens your life making you not want to get rid of me, ever.”

“I’ll keep it in mind.”

***

You walk through the gates following a hoard of people, all the while still feeling drowsy from not getting any sleep during your flight. At least you didn’t have any turbulence and landed safely. Glancing around here and there with no result, you figured Corpse would be waiting outside, until you spotted a figure clad in black a little ends away by the escalator. You were glad you were still awake enough to have found him, because he appeared to silently linger halfway behind a fern.

At least, you hoped it was him. The only indications were his clothes, mask and dark hair. You saw him run a hand through it, and identified the chipped black nail polish and familiar rings. Oh yea, that was him alright.

He seemed to be paying more attention to the floor until he saw two feet appear in his line of sight. “Hey,” you awkwardly greeted. A bit taken a back, he replied, “Oh, wow. Hey.” A mask was covering the bottom of his face, but as far as you could see his eyes were a very dark shade.

“Wow?” you repeated. He chuckled, scratching the back of his head. “Yea, sorry. It’s a compliment.” You held your elbow out in a safe-distance gestured hello, but he shrugged you off. “You’re gonna be staying with me anyways.” Suddenly in a daze, you felt him wrap his arms around your waist and instantly hugged him back. His baggy sweater felt warm and soft to the touch, and strands of hair tickled your face. You very much tried to repress your smile and blush, but how could you? Hugging someone wasn’t supposed to feel this good. When he pulled back he reached down to take your suitcase from you. “I don’t own a car, is it okay if we take a cab?”

“Y-Yeah, of course,” you stuttered, “But it’s on me. Same with food and stuff.” “Don’t worry about it,” he chuckled. “No, you’re letting me stay with you and a hotel would’ve been a lot more expensive than this. It’s my treat.” “Yeah, we’ll see.” He gave you a look and even with the mask you could tell he was smirking underneath it.

It’s about half an hour drive to his apartment complex, and it’s rather nice. “All that YouTube money paying off, huh?” you asked in amusement. “You’d know,” he replied. You insisted on carrying your suitcase up the stairs yourself, which he silently shook his head at, until after a few flights he noticed you struggling and settled on carrying the thing in between the two of you. “How many clothes did you bring?” “Oh, it’s mostly filled with bricks I might need to throw at your head.” He laughed at that.

His apartment was simple, but cosy. “Home sweet home,” he said, almost sarcastically. You furrowed your brow at him. “I’m sure you could’ve had it a lot worse.” He reluctantly agreed.

He helped you set down your luggage in what appeared to be his bedroom, where the curtains were still closed and the black bedsheets fresh. He had a few pieces of fanart up on his wall, and some on his closet. You turned to him and gave him a look. “You’re not sleeping on the couch.”

He quickly shook his head, “You’re not sleeping there. If you won’t let me sleep on the couch I’ll sleep on the floor.”

“If you’re sleeping on the floor, I’m sleeping on the floor.”

“Yeah, we’ll see about that,” he murmured. “What?” “Nothing.”

He suggested playing video games as you were both too tired to do anything else. You’d landed quite late yet were still confused about what time it actually was. Flying is weird. You hopped onto his couch and grabbed a controller.

He sat down next to you, but suddenly seemed tenser than before.

“You okay? You can just go to sleep if you want to.”

He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t sleep a lot. It’s fine.”

You didn’t stop looking at him, though. He was still wearing that mask. “You don’t have to take it off, if you don’t want to. I understand if it makes you uncomfortable.”

“It’s not that, I just…” He took a deep breath. You hadn’t expected him to take it off then and there. You stared at him, your mouth slightly agape, controller barely held by your numb hands.

“Disappointed?”

It was as if he was expecting you to make a face or something, but you didn’t give him anything, except for a blatant “Nope” and an “Are we gonna play now or what?”

“You don’t have anything else to say?”

You shrugged, and looked him up and down again. “You’re kind of what I imagined you to be.”

“What’s that?”

“Handsome.”

Neither of you could stop smiling for the rest of the night.

You eventually forced him to sleep in his own bed, even going as far as to shove him into the room and keep your weight against the door so he couldn’t get out, so he eventually relented. “Inviting you here was a mistake.” “How come? All I’ve done so far is look after you!” “You’re a nightmare.”

You mostly stayed in for the week, which you didn’t mind at all. Being in such a closed-off environment with someone you got along with was nice. He attempted to get you to lift the weights in his room and succeeded for around fifteen minutes until you nearly dropped a dumbbell on your foot. You ordered take-out from his favourite restaurant, watched horror movies until you adapted to his sleeping schedule because you were too scared to close your eyes now, and even streamed a bit together with your friends.

“Wait, is Corpse with you?” Rae had asked.

“No, I’m at Corpse’s. He’s sitting across from me so I can’t see his screen but we’re gonna have to share the Discord unless you want to hear an echo.”

“Ah, man! You got to see his face, too?” Sykkuno whined.

“Stop simping, Sykkuno. You get enough attention from him already.”

“Don’t worry, I still love you,” Corpse said.

“Huh?”

It was probably a good thing that you got teamed up again, because you could indeed start to see his hands shaking right as the word ‘impostor’ appeared on the screen. You reached over and stroked it with your thumb. He smiled gratefully back at you.

“Just please,” he pleaded later that day, “Sleep in the bed. If only for one night.”

“No. I’ve heard about and now seen your sleeping habits. If you take the couch you’re never going to get any sleep.” You made a real effort to show him how comfortable you were – even though your back had started to hurt already after the first night – by crawling underneath your blanket and rubbing your head into the soft pillow. He snorted.

Next thing, you feel yourself being lifted by an arm underneath your knees and one around your back. “Corpse! Put me the fuck down!” you shrieked. You knew he lifted weights, but how the hell did he still have the energy as an insomniac? He ungracefully dropped you onto the matrass and turned the lights off. “Good night.”

You quickly got hold of the back of his hoodie before he could leave and pulled. He fell down next to you with a low huff. “Fine, I’ll sleep in the bed. But only if you sleep here too.”

“I snore.”

“Don’t care.”

For some reason, there wasn’t any tension or awkwardness. You were comfortable, and the soft rhythm of his breathing seemed to soothe you. He called out your name, to see if you were still awake.

“Hm?”

“…Thanks for coming over.”

“Any time.”

This was how you would spend the rest of the nights, and whenever either of you woke up suddenly curled up around the other, you didn’t mention it or move away from it. It was the first time in years Corpse got a few nights of complete rest.

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