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laidenbreecatchall · 3 months

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Perhaps, today, it is.

Trafalgar Law x GN!Reader

Summary: Reader has a nightmare which leads into a dissociative episode, teetering on a panic attack. But is grounded by their captain.

Author Notes: This is the first time I've ever posted my fan fic so it may not be the best and he may be out of character but oh well. The choppiness of the writing is intentional btw given the readers state of mind.

This is written with my OC in mind, who was trapped in, essentially, a psychic prison and experimented on prior to meeting Law and the Heart Pirates. So the "him" referred to in the second paragraph is the head scientist where she was kept. The mental episode written is a heightened/exaggerated depiction of my own experiences with panic attacks, Dissociative/Derealization episodes, and the hypersensitivity that sometimes comes with it. This is by no means an over-arching depiction of what these episodes look like for everyone, nor should you attempt to comfort someone in the way that is written here before knowing what is helpful to that person. It's just what sounds nice to me, hypothetically. This is fiction. It's hurt/comfort, baby, not a mental health article.

Tags: TW!Dissociative episode, TW!Derealization, TW!Panic attack, TW!Paranoia, TW!Mentions of self harm desire, hurt/comfort?, Possible OOC for Law (I head cannon him as selective with his physical affection, rather than completely anti)

Gnawing. Biting. Tearing. Clawing. The edges of my brain begin to converge in onto themselves till I feel nothing at all. Overlapping, replaying, distorted. Overwhelmed by the sense of nothing and everything all at the same time. If I had the mental grasp or energy perhaps I would have thought that this is a state no human should ever be in.

Yet here it all is. For a moment I feel as though I may grasp something but, before any comprehension of the world around me filters through my mind, its ripped from me in the most violent manner. Why am I put through all this? Why am I here? Without moving an inch I feel like I'm fighting for any semblance of grounding. I’ve been here before. Over and over and over and over. A grip on my mind thats been there for an eternity. Before I met him and long long after. Tearing me from any normality or reality I held onto. Im cold. Im hot. Im sweating. Im shivering. Its hard to breath. Im falling. Im floating. Like a touch ghosting my skin, I feel it all over, yet not at all. Never fully connecting. Will I snap this way? Im not here. Im not there. Where was I? Where have I gone? Who was I with? Distant. All my senses highly sensitive in a hope to feel something, I hear it far away. A sound I cant quite make out. Louder. Muffled. Sharp in my skull, yet still nontangable. Louder Louder Louder. Turning up the volume before the record even starts playing. Then blasted.

Ripping me from my sheets, my body jolts up. Drenched in a cold cold sweat. Ringing in my ears. Hot streaks from my eyes. So loud yet still distant. Is something beside me? Eyes blurry. Should I focus? Should I focus? Threads interwoven. In. Out. In. Out. Over. Under. Over. Under. Soft yet still textured. Thwik thwik thwik thwik. Threads individually catching against my nails. Every hair on end. Sheets balled in my fists. Where am I? Where have I been? How did I get here? How long have I been here?

Fire! Lightning! Connection! Rejection! Warmth against my skin. Thousands of pin pricks down my spine, along my shoulder blades. Soft. Sharp. Leathery. My body pulls away from the sensation. Eyes agape, diggin through reality, searching, aching to focus. Reaching black watery eyes, animalistic, kind… Worried. Low beside me, crouched down, his soft fluffy white hands placed gingerly on the edge of the bed. Who? Who? Who? My chest feels heavy. Eyes break away from his, tracing the room. Where? Where? Where? Muffled speech. “Ca- -ou he-r me? -o you kn-w --ere y--- ar-?” Delicate, Ginger, As if I’ll shatter or snap. Warrented. Yet the pit in my stomach makes me sick. Skin feeling vile, lungs being torn ragged by quickened breath. Tighter. Tighter. Clawing. Tear it off. Tear it off. I need out of this skin. I need out of this skin.

Then Release.

A sound like a long blade cutting through the distortion clouding my senses. Smooth. Easy. Stong. The air shifts. The bear moves. Ragged breaths still tight in my chest, ease like waves on a beach. Each one easier than the last. A new warmth takes the place where the bear once occupied. Instinctively it pulls a deep breath through my nose from me. Something sweet like vanilla, bergamot, woody. The chaser of underlying antiseptic. Just a twing. I chase it. A safety. My eyes trail to the space he occupies, focusing on his. Gold shimmering in the warm light of my room, framed by dark lashes. Almost unreadable. Almost. There’s worry, but more so, a determination. A calm clarity held in his eyes that washed away my own disorientation. The blade slicing through the strings that tied me to my own head, his voice spoke my name. The air hung heavy, but now with a comforting warmth. Expectation of a hope answered; those outside the door still waited. Breaths almost even, though the soreness of a tight chest still lingered. With each inhale I was grounded deeper and depper to him, breathing in his scent. I needed more of him.

“...Captain…” A hoarse voice eeked out, it didn’t sound like my own, though it came from my throat. Perhaps I was leaning closer. Perhaps he was. But the distance was short when he came to place a gentle hand against my cheek. The touch felt foreign, and a part of me wanted to flinch away like I had Bepo, but it was warm. Oh so warm. So against the fear in my body, I followed the yearning, and leaned into the touch. His large hand cupped my face with ease, his fingers slipped behind my ear into my hairline like second nature. It didn’t take much to move my exhausted frame, so the slight tug forward sent my forehead onto his shoulder with a soft fwump. A warm hand pressed against my back gliding across it, finger tips tracing the ridges of my spine. Sweet caresses up. Vertebrae after vertebrae. Still holding me gently, he shifted up from his kneel on the ground, then smoothly next to me. The dip in the bed slipped me deeper into the crook of his neck.

Perhaps if I wasn’t so dazed I would have noticed the hitch in his breath as mine fanned against his skin. And perhaps if I had noticed that, I would have peered up at him to see the slight flush against his tan speckled skin. But I did not. Instead I just closed my eyes and breathed him in. I leaned into him as he draped my knees across his lap, turning to hold me tighter. No, I didn’t notice when or why the tension in the air dissipated. Nor the relieved crewmembers quietly closing the door to my room with a knowing appreciative smile to their captain. All that existed to me in that moment was him. Soon it would extend to my bed, to the room, then the ship, then the sea. But right now all I could hear was his breathing, all I could smell was his scent, all I could feel was his warmth, his heartbeat, one hand still tracing my spine, the other delicately playing with the hair on the back of my head. All of him grounding me to the world my mind pulls away, hidden in the mess of my own memories. Jumbled and disorienting. I squeeze him tighter, warm cotton under my fingertips, afraid he might somehow slip away. Perhaps he’s just a distraction in this moment, a comfort from an issue I must someday face. Or perhaps it’s something he will help me through understanding, that somewhere along the way our similarities, or even differences, will reveal something to me. But in this moment, he holds me tighter, nuzzling his face gingerly into my hair, whispering,

“Im right here… I’ve got you… I’m right here.”

Someday that may not be enough to keep the creeping darkness at bay.

But today it is. Today it is.

#one piece #trafalgar law #my writing #rye writing #rye fan fiction #trafalgar law x reader #hurt/comfort #trafalgar d water law #trafalgar d law x reader #trafalgar law fanfiction #uhhhh yeah... thats it

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ghost-go-roasty-mctoasty · 3 years

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What if hallucifer stayed with Sam throughout the whole show? What if cass didn't really fix the problem, but only took the pain away?

Sam walks out of that hospital knowing he's not alright. Knowing he's never gonna be alright. He gets into shotgun, dean smiling next to him warmly, Lucifer smiling at him from the back seat. Cold dead eyes.

Lucifer is there with him when dean and cass get blasted to who knows where. Crowley tells him he's all on his own, Lucifer laughs next to him.

He meets Amelia, but eventually she leaves him. He doesn't blame her, who would want to be with a guy who talks to air and barely sleeps? He starts drinking a lot after that.

Dean comes back, from purgatory apparently. He doesn't know about lucifer, Sam never told him, didn't want to make himself a bigger burden for his brother. So he lies, tells him he was with Amelia this whole time. Dean gets angry. Sam knew he would, but it's easier this way.

Lucifer is with him when they find the bunker, commenting on the ugly lamps. Sam snickers, dean looks at him weird, but doesn't say anything.

Lucifer is with him when he completes the first trial. He looks down to Sam who is covered in blood. He points to the dead hellhound. "I knew that one." He says. "Her name was Ashley."

Lucifer is with him when he goes to hell to rescue bobbys soul. "I did not miss this place." Lucifer whispers next to him. A shiver goes down Sam's spine.

Lucifer is with him when he's just about to finish the last trial. Lucifer always keeps quiet when Sam is completing trials, something about "purification." Sam doesn't really know, he mostly blocks him out.

He's there when dean comes and stops him. He's yelling at Dean, telling him to go, leave them. But dean cant hear him, he knows he cant hear him. Sam doesnt know why Lucifer even tries.

Lucifer is in the back seat of the impala when Sam wakes up. He doesn't remember getting into the impala. He remembers passing out in the mud in front of the church. His clothes are clean now though. Lucifer is quiet.

Lucifer has stopped talking to him, he just hovers now. It's driving Sam mad. He's not used to the strange silence, but he doesn't suspect anything weird until he starts losing fragments of his day.

He starts noting down time frames that he loses. He started when he was researching in the library at 2:45pm, blacked out, and came to in the kitchen at 3:14pm. Lucifer stays out of his way. Sam sometimes thinks he has a look of pity on his face, but that can't be right, can it?

Sam eventually asks dean about this. His brother just brushes him off. Lucifer continues to hover.

Crowley comes and saves him. Sam kicks the angel out. He opens his eyes to see Lucifer staring at his brother. "I guess sammy has a thing for kicking angles out."

Deans starting to get suspicious. Sam's zoning out more and more. Eyes glazing over as he just listens to Lucifer ramble on about nothing. About everything.

"You good Sammy?" Dean asks him one day while they're eating breakfast. Sam answers too fast. Dean only gets more suspicious.

Dean eventually finds out, Sam knew he would sooner or later. He finds dean with alcohol more often now. A look of guilt is permanently stuck on Sam's face.

"Its not your fault Sammy." Dean always tells him. Sam is finding it harder to believe him.

Sam zones out more often. The only thing that can bring him back is deans touch. Deans heavy hand on his shoulder bringing him back down to earth, grounding him. Deans always looking at him with this sad smile. Sam feels like he's failed him.

Lucifer is with him when he finds out dean got the mark of Cain. "Oh that's a nasty little thing." Lucifer comments next to him. Sam has taken to ignoring him, it eases deans mind.

Dean is getting worse and worse. And so is Sam. Dean is slowly losing care for Sam and he's not there for him anymore. He's not there to ground him, to pull him back.

Sam starts zoning out for longer periods of time. Dean doesn't seem to care, only rolls his eyes. Lucifer watches perched on a chair next to him. "Does big bro not love you anymore?" Sam flinches.

Lucifer is there when dean dies.

Lucifer is there when Sam finds the note. "Aww big brother left you." Lucifer laughs.

Sam is spiralling. Lucifer talks to him more and more as Sam searches for his brother. No-one is there to ground him anymore. No-one is there to help him. One day Sam accidently talks back to Lucifer. Lucifer looks shocked for half a second before that cold smirk comes back to his face.

"Its been years since you talked to me Sammy." Lucifer says one day as Sam is reading a book on demons. "I missed our little talks." Sam slams the book shut. "Shut up." He hisses.

Lucifer is right there as Sam ducks down to avoid the hammer. "I never knew why Alastair liked this one." Cass appears. Thank god. Sam falls back against the wall and helplessly covers his ears. He knows it won't block him out. "Sure he ripped apart a lot of souls in hell, but a hammer?" Sam hits his head against the wall. "Shut up shut up shut up." Lucifer laughs at him. Cass pays him no mind.

Lucifer is there when the darkness is unleashed. "Ooh aunty." He says next to Sam. Sam flinches, dean places a hand on his arm. All three stand there and watch.

"You know, I find it really uncomfortable that your brother has a thing for my aunt." Lucifer says one day. Sam looks him right in the eye. "Shut up, Lucifer." Sam hasn't looked directly at Lucifer for at least 3 years. Lucifer smiles coldly at him as dean walks up to Sam, worry and fear etched into his face. Palms out towards him like he's trying not to scare off a frightened animal. Sam doesn't feel too far off from that.

Lucifer is with Sam when he goes to see real Lucifer. Sam thinks he's going crazy.

"So, you're still seeing me huh?" Real Lucifer asks him. Sam sucks in a breath as Lucifer stands to the side of the cage. "Oh c'mon Sam. I've been inside that head of yours. There's nothing I don't know about you." Real Lucifer smiles down at him. Or is it fake Lucifer? Sam doesn't know anymore.

Lucifer is with him as he gets tourted by the British men of letters. Always sending words of encouragement, towards Toni.

Lucifer is sitting on the steps. "Ah remember our lovely time down under?" He asks, titling his head to get a better view of what the lady was doing. "Ooh blowtorch. You never did like fire huh?" Sam screams. He can bearly hear Lucifers laughter over his own screams of pain.

Dean comes and saves him. Hands all over him as soon as they're out. Lucifer rolls his eyes at them. "Mother hen." Sam tenses up.

Lucifer is there when their mother leaves them. "I guess everyone hates ya huh Sammy?" Lucifer smiles at him. Dean doesn't react, doesn't even look at him.

"Never did like the brits." Lucifer says one day. Sam smiles. Deans hands are on him straight away.

Lucifer is there when Jack is born. Lucifer is there when cass is killed. Sam thinks he's seeing double, two Lucifers talking to him at the same time.

One Lucifer stays with him, one goes with his mother. He's not sure which is which. So he asks. Lucifer laughs at him. Dean doesn't put a hand on him.

Dean always stands closer to him after that, he's always making sure that they're touching, that they're shoulders are brushing. Lucifer gets annoyed at dean. Tries to hurt him. Sam sleeps less and less, just in case, just in case one day Lucifer succeeds.

Lucifer sits right next to Sam one day, getting all up in his personal space. Dean isn't in the room. Sam silently sobs.

Lucifer is always hovering around Jack, making terrible remarks about the kid. Sam snaps one day. "Leave him alone!" Lucifer smiles at him, Jack looks up at him like a confused puppy, and dean is dragging him out of the room, his fingers digging into his shoulder blade.

Jack has started to avoid him after that. Dean tells him not to worry about it, but it breaks Sam's heart. Lucifer laughing at him for it all the time is not helping.

Lucifer is there when the vampires get him. Cheering to the side of the cave. And Lucifer is there when he wakes up. He didn't know that it was the real Lucifer.

Lucifer is with him when he makes it back to Dean, both of them. Sam only knows which one is real beacuse everyone is looking at that one. Sam feels like he's failed Dean, again.

Dean hugs Sam, but it doesn't feel real, it doesn't feel right. Lucifer pokes his blood caked neck, Sam jerks away from dean. Dean looks at him with heart broken eyes.

Deans hand is on him all the time now. Holding his arm, brushing their shoulders together. It makes Sam feel jumpy.

Sam makes sure Lucifer stays in this world. He doesn't know which one he trapped, but he hopes it was fake Lucifer. Real Lucifer is easier to deal with.

Lucifer is there when real Lucifer is killed. Sam smiles at him.

"So much for your win Sammy." Lucifer says one day while Sam is sitting in the darkness of his room. "Sure you killed me, but you lost your big brother." Sam wishes he could punch him.

Lucifer is there when Sam gets dean back.

Dean makes a comment on his beard. "Don't listen to him Sammy." Lucifer says as dean walks off. "I think you look good." Sam shaves his beard off after that.

Lucifer is there when Michael possesses dean again. He's laughing the whole time. Dean won't help him, can't help him. Dean is gone.

"Let him in the box Sam!" Lucifer suddenly snaps at him one day, making Sam jump. "Get rid of Michael!" Sam starts to cry. It's too much, not even deans touch is helping him anymore. It feels wrong, alien.

Nick attacks him, Lucifer is cheering him on. "Ah I wish he was my true vessel!" Lucifer exclaims as Sam's vision darkens.

Mary is dead, Jack is gone. "Bye bye mother Mary." Lucifer sings. Sam flinches, dean doesn't care.

"Oh so you can't put your brother in that box, but you sure as hell can put my son in?" Lucifer is yelling in his ear. Sam punches the air. Deans hands on him don't help.

Chuck comes back. Lucifer snarls at him, never stops yelling at him. It's hard for Sam to pay attention to anything, he can't hear anything over Lucifers yelling. Deans hand is on his shoulder the whole time, but he seems out of it.

Lucifer was quiet for a while after God killed Jack. Sam counts his blessings.

Lucifer is there when they rendered chuck powerless. He seems to have a grateful look on his face.

Lucifer isn't there when dean dies.

Lucifer isn't there when miracle dies.

Lucifer is there when Sam's on his death bed. He's standing in the corner of the room, arms crossed over his chest. He waves, and Sam's vision fades.

Sam's free.

Sam's finally free.

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uwumessenger · 3 years

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random headcanons i have for each om! character teehee

hi it's been a while since ive posted some hcs bc uni has been kicking my a$$! luckily i only have a few papers to tidy up and im done. here r some hcs for each obey me character that ive accumulated over the past few months wink wonk

most are random but some constants you'll find are what i think they smell like, languages they can speak (other than their native (demon/angel) and eng/jp), and music tastes !

lucifer

i have a strong feeling that he showers twice a day: in the morning after waking up and at night before going to bed

his cologne is probably the type that will last in an elevator for like a week after he uses it once. i dont think this mf ever smells like anything other than his cologne

has a secret folder on his phone of semi-nudes and other scandalous pics from when he felt sexy at the time omg

aside from demon language/eng/jp he can speak french and knows latin

listens to classical stuff yea but he also listens to diavolos mixtapes (re: diavolo's section)

not a fan of sweets but will eat sweet things when craving

really bland sense of humor...borderline cringey 😭✋🏻

mammon

has gone to google images and searched for "inspirational quotes tumblr" "gold aesthetic tumblr" & "relatable crush post tumblr" then reposts it onto his socials or just taps thru them and giggles bc he relates

his cologne doesnt last as long as lucifers and probably smells common. he has to reapply a lot but it's a people pleasing smell. it's cheaper hence the constant reapplying

he probably does have an expensive bottle but is the type to totally overspray...eek

he is canonically a car guy 🥲 and probably tells the one in his room good morning & good night + kisses the hood every once in a while. has tons of car magazines

he doesnt really speak other languages but has attempted to learn spanish before

listens to whatever is on the radio. doesnt rly stan anyone but he eventually will listen to mc's playlist and mc's playlist ONLY

levi

lurks on mc's socials ALL THE TIMEEEE like he will rewatch ur stories and scroll thru ur feed and overanalyze ur tweets/rts or blog posts. if ur mc isnt the type to use sns much he still googles ur name all the damn time just to find any sites u might be on fjdjdjdjskks

probably streams on whatever youtube or twitch devildom site equivalent there is, but only has like 40 or so followers. which he is okay with!

until he sees someone else who gets more attention than him. then the envy starts kicking in bad. especially if they suck 🧍🏻‍♀��

classic gamer boy smell. you know, sweat, tears, must, and (sometimes) axe deodorant. lucifer has to do a scent check before he goes out to any event & lets him use his cologne. how sweet!

kpop stan!! more girl groups than anything and his ults are probably GIRLS GENERATION, wonder girls, twice, loona, & red velvet

cried when ioi disbanded and refused to leave his room. the only thing u could hear was downpour on loop at full blast

can also speak korean & communicate in echolocation like dolphins 😏

satan

listens to country music you cant change my mind

smells like whatever environment he is in. he doesnt really have a designated smell just throws some deodorant on and goes about his day.

he's sooooo bad at driving...gets road rage way too often so his license has been REVOKED

but hes totally a backseat driver. needs to be sedated on long trips

do not let him watch finding nemo when luke asks to watch it. it's not worth it. he will cause mass destruction.

if he was a human or lived long term in the human world he totally has the ability to be a doctor

is studying as many languages as possible, but he mostly knows latin & french & german etc etc. wants to learn all the dead languages out of curiousity

asmo

dont think this mf has ever held down a relationship. ever

he doesnt compromise much & is not willing to change his lifestyle to fit an s/o into it. you keep up with how he lives or it just isnt meant to be (but dont worry! he'll eventually learn...maybe,,,,)

has the hardest time out of everyone when it comes to breaking bad habits

his smell varies bc he uses a variety of perfumes (whatever is the most popular at the time) but he probably sticks to floral and fresh scents. he never uses generic people pleaser scents like mammon

listens to electropop, mainstream pop, & some alternative rock

as for languages he too knows french, spanish, italian, etc. in general, if it's a romance language he knows it!

opposite of lucifer in the sense where he loves sweets and will refrain from eating too many bitter things

i think we all know that asmo is the biggest rockstar of the group! he's probably been in a boy band at least once, but now he makes his own music

has tried to teach mammon how to sing once. ended up in a broken piano and bleeding ears...

beel

i feel like he is SO SHY

like unless ur close to him he will not start conversations or anything

i think he listens to r&b a lot ! and jazz 😎 maybe rock as well

smells like ur typical athlete with undertones of wet wipes. he carries them around bc he likes to clean his hands before he eats & is prepared for when theres no sink nearby

he can drive and he drives really well. no rough turns, parallel parks perfectly, and never has problems with merging

driving with beel is probably really soothing. left hand is steering the other is gripping ur thigh 😫

dont think hes really fluent in any other language but hes probably semi fluent in korean because levi wanted beel to help him out

definitely know how to order food in practically every language tho HAHAHA

belphie

he reminds me of randall from monsters inc

smells kinda musty IM SORRY but not the way levi does hes more like the kind of musty u feel or smell when it's a shitty morning

but that's only because hes so lazy, when he cleans up hes like satan

has definitely murdered multiple people before. mc is not the first 😐✋🏻

with that being said belphie has been put into prison at least twice when visiting the human world, the mf had such a strong hatred for humans theres no way he never got into trouble before

lucifer probably broke him out and they used the pen thingies from men in black to erase everyones memory of that 🙄

dont think he listens to anything other than music that'll put him to sleep. really likes lazy song by bruno mars but thinks that bruno mars put too much effort into the song. should have been one acapella verse and then finish

similar to beel hes only semi fluent in one language, probably french bc of lucifer. doesnt remember much but knows a couple of lullabies and bedtime stories

the sandman used to be his bff until they drifted. they do, however, like and comment on each other's sns posts.

diavolo

once he found out who nicki minaj was he became her #1 stan

def an ariana grande stan too 😌

choreographs dances when hes stressed...idk just seems like a diavolo thing to do

also makes rly bad soundcloud rap music sometimes. turns to poetry when hes feeling emo but only lucifer knows this. barbatos is suspicious of him but doesnt have enough evidence to confirm.

his dad is like hudson abadeer from adventure time aka marceline's dad? something must have influenced him to want to unite the 3 realms + he would need the approval to do so, so his dad must be more chill than all the others before him 🧍🏻‍♀️ IDK ok anyway

currently going through his hamilton phase bc of mc. whether mc's intent was to get him hooked onto it or just to explain it bc of something he saw online, he tells everyone that he found out abt it bc of mc!

this man cannot drive his skills are only second to jumin han

not too fond of many languages but knows the widely spoken ones like spanish, mandarin, etc. if it's taught in high school he knows it

smells like a las vegas casino. not sure why but i feel like he does. but there's also an interesting & nice smell to him if he embraces you. it's a smell you cant quite identify. but it smells nostalgic, it's mysterious, and it's tempting.

barbatos

very calm demeanor but underneath hes WILD hes probably done everything at least once oof

he just has a lot of control and stability over himself (must be nice!)

on a more angsty note i feel like he might have had his heartbroken sO BAD IDK he is hurting and maybe that's why hes so willing to obey diavolo and not abuse his time lord power thingies bc he learned his lesson the hard way

mans is so smart he knows every language you could switch languages mid conversation with him and he wouldnt be thrown off. he'd probably start speaking it too.

BUT HE SPEAKS VIET P E R F E C T L Y

listens to the same stuff as lucifer but also likes eminem. likes the movie 8 mile but criticized it heavily

have you ever been to a chinese herb shop? naturally, he smells like that. his room probably smells like it too. he doesnt really have a significant smell like some of the others

when he bakes he smells like whatever hes baking tho

one of the few out of everyone listed to have been able to travel to literally everywhere

solomon

was probably on kitchen nightmares once, but only to get feedback from chef gordon ramsay. then he used his magic to prevent the episode from airing...

was in an orchestra, one of the best times of his life. played the violin. asmo watched him in the audience once, but didnt approach him until well after that performance.

he CANNOT sing. he can, however, rap.

doesnt listen to music. he listens to podcasts! but every now and then he turns on background music, but prefers it to be instrumental stuff

never wears sunglasses. also does not have a driver's license. cannot drive a regular car. could maybe fly an airplane.

due to his immortality he has learned almost every language to exist, but finds himself speaking mandarin the most. knows most dialects too

similar smell to barbatos but u can also smell some sunscreen on him too. like, generic beach day suncreen

he has a lot of pact marks, so he once had the idea to match foundation to his skin. it took him two weeks but he eventually perfected a combination. yes he will help u find ur perfect shade if u ask him to

simeon

another country music man. has also made a tiktok or two to that one song that goes "he cant even bait a hook." they are private tho

angel country music exists and simeon invented it

if he visits the human world and wears more causal clothing he probably tucks his shirt into his pants

wears a speedo at the beach i tell u, speedo at the beach

he can speak german...i can feel it

uses his pointer finger to type and holds the phone like 2 inches away from his face so sometimes his nose will push a key hence all his typos

has no signature smell. he simply smells like your favorite scent all the time. if multiple people are around him at once, everyone smells a different smell. it's pretty rad

"what does he smell like to himself?" u may be asking. hmm...a church? 💀

luke

his first pet was a goldfish and a few months before the exchange program happened, he was given a koi pond!

secretly likes hanging out with levi sometimes just to play with henry. makes him miss his pet fish back home

so his favorite movie is probably finding nemo and he threw a fit when nemo touched the butt

luke is probably learning german bc of simeon, though he'd like to learn more of the dead languages just for fun

i dont think he listens to music often or has any preferences, he just listens to whatever is playing on the radio

but he finds himself listening to the music mc listens to

smells like freshly baked goods all the time. or fresh laundry. but like, not combined. just depends on the day

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funky1town · 3 years

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fantasy world loki x asgardian! reader (pt 2.)

summary: with an attack on Asgard and each fighting for their people, the two become separated, constantly thinking of their other half

word count: 4.2k

warnings: angst, gore

part 1

Loki’s night with Zolanari fortunately didn’t last long. In fact, their time was cut so short that they didn’t even make it to the bedroom. It wasn’t long till a guard abruptly approached him in the empty halls, the mans footsteps echoing with urgency.

“Prince Loki,” the guard bowed out of breath, “The Allfather requests your immediate presence,”

Loki looked behind him, only a few feet from his door, “Can’t it wait?”

The guard swallowed and shook his head, beads of sweat forming on his hairline, “There’s been an attack,”

Loki’s face hardened as he let go of Zolanari. Now, if he listened, he could hear the distant sounds of feet running, a scream here and there.

He could only think of one person in that moment.

“Very well,” Loki nodded, “Go to your station,”

As the guard began to sprint down the halls, Loki followed, casting his armor upon him.

“Loki!”

He turned to Zolanari as he continued to walk backwards.

There’s no time to lose he thought. Her. I must get to her.

“Where will I go!”

Her golden dress was bunched together in her hands, reflecting the colors of the golden walls. He thought of the future bodies that will lay on these grounds in the morning, the families that will be separated and the lives he will have to take tonight.

The jewels that hung from her body, the innocence in her eyes. Nothing but a life of happy memories that shaped her, made her the woman she is today.

He could never love her he realized.

“Hide in my room, go fight with the others, I don’t care,”

“So you are leaving me?” she cried.

Loki shook his head and turned around once more, “I cant be there for you Z. We’re warriors, not children,”

He was sure that she spoke something after him, a blurb of obscenities that would diminish his ego, a jab on how Thor is the better brother. All words from her mouth had turned into white noise. He couldn’t care to look back, see which fate she had decided. He could only think of her.

Did she run for the gardens he wondered, the one place they would seek shelter when they were younger. Maybe Frigga had seen her, taken her in with the royals because even his own mother knows how deeply he cares. He didn’t dare think of the latter option that was running through his head.

This hadn’t been the first time Asgard had been attacked. One of the many attempts of other nations trying to control the nine realms.

Each time, the two friends have found solace in each other, always side by side if the attack ever reached their area. It’s different now, he ponders.

With age and responsibilities, he’s expected to fight rather then hide. Protect instead of cower. He still remembers when they were little and he would become frightened at the dangers of power shifting.

She would reach into her pocket, the silent rustle creating the only sound in the dimly lit room. In her hand was a golden pendant, a necklace she would hold out to him.

“My mom once told me this gives you eternal safety. The power from the warriors before who wore this around their necks and fought in decade long battles,”

Loki reached out towards her and wrapped the pendant around his hand, softly stroking the engraved designs, “Do you really believe in that?” he whispered.

She kept her eyes trained on the necklace, noticing the gentleness in his touch. She shrugged, “I believed in my mom,”

A foolish night he thought. A waste of time in his remaining days on Asgard.

If he would of just stayed back in the comfort of his own room, the fireplace lit, the distant sounds of the ball from below, none of this would be happening. She would’ve already been with him, their bodies resting in-front of one another’s as they practiced magic together, warmly lit by the fire. Her assured safety would’ve been sealed, a promise that would ease his worries.

As he appeared closer to the throne room, voices grew louder as Asgardian’s were ushered by guards down the halls, couples clutched to one another, children’s cries being silenced by their mothers arms.

His eyes scanned the crowd frantically, a wildness behind them. He couldn’t miss her, he began to think. He’d notice her from a mile away, in a crowd of thousands. She just had that special spark to her.

Even tonight during the ball, in a room that is suffocating to all senses, he had seen her. Dressed in the same uniform he’d witness her bear everyday, the same hair she tucked away under gray fabrics, he noticed her the minute she walked through those grand doors.

He had seen her every single day. Same clothes, same attitude, same smile. And not once did he grow tired of her. It was the one thing in his life he was sure of he realized.

He bet that no one even noticed the small gold earrings that hung around her frame at the ball tonight. A small action of defiance, a small gesture of luxury, and a whole lot of her.

As his eyes frantically searched the crowd, a familiar face appeared in his vision, bringing him back to reality.

“Nan!”

The old woman stopped abruptly and turned towards the source. Loki had been a big part of her life just as much as Y/N, considering the two were never seen without the other. He remembered for his birthday once, when Asgard was at war and too busy to celebrate, Nan requested Loki’s favorite food from the kitchen staff, bringing the two for a picnic at the cliff side.

“Loki!” her face was tense, her frail gray hairs falling wildly out of her bun. A young girl was clutched to her side as tears streamed down her face.

He rushed towards the pair and held onto the woman before him. Even despite Nan’s constant appearance around the palace, always bent over, scrubbing another corner, the woman was quite old and always needing assistance according to Y/N, “Are you alright? Where’s Y/N?”

She sighed heavily, looking behind her and holding the little girl closer, “I saw her for a brief moment. She was with all the other maids I - I don’t know where...” she shook her head, furious tears running down her face. Looking down to the girl below her she caught her breath, “She lost her parents, I -”

“It’s okay,” Loki interrupted in a soft tone, quickly guiding Nan and the girl towards the throne room, “Come with me you’ll be okay,”

The closer they got, the more the screams grew. The more bodies he imagined to be buried tomorrow. The little girls whimpers grew louder as Nan’s footsteps began too slow.

“Loki?” Nan softly cried. He looked towards her, sorrow and regret settled upon her face. In her hands, she nervously played with small gold earrings.

Her earrings.

“I don’t know where she went,”

Loki clenched his jaw and turned away, the grip on his staff tightening.

“I’ll find her.”

****

Her heart continued to pound ever since the blast.

One second she was serving Frigga her drink, the next she was wrapped around her frame, ducked under a table.

Blood continued to drip from her hairline, a sure few rocks digging in her skin.

“What were they?” Aldis huffed, one of her dear friends. She thought of how they used to play tag in these same halls together. Now they were running for their lives, five more killers now on their tail.

Y/N grabbed onto the shirt of another maid, quickly turning her around, “This way,” she nodded.

She guessed there was about eight of them now, running in a tight knit group. Two girls she recognized from the kitchen, the man next to her Odin’s tailor. The guards had told them there wasn’t enough room in the hideouts for staff. And Odin dragged Frigga away before she could take Y/N’s hand.

They were on their own.

“I don’t know,” Y/N panted. “I didn’t get a good lo-”

Out of nowhere, an arrow wizzed past her, landing into the golden beam in front of them. They all screeched to a halt, only a few daring to look back.

Rounding the corner were five hideous beasts, all heavily armed with weapons that swung with each stomp. Dark blood painted the surfaces of the artillery, deep scars littering the skins of the animals in front of them. They showed no sign of stopping.

“Fuck,” she muttered.

It’s alright, Y/N thought, building up her courage. Loki trained me for this. All those early mornings, sneaking away from the palace. He always wanted her to be his equal.

Well this was her chance.

“Okay go, go, go!” she exclaimed, gathering the group in-front of her and pushing them forward.

Reaching into her pocket, she quickly pulled out her key, the ‘L’ engraved on it still showing,“In here,” she whispered.

As they all scrambled inside, she tried to push down the fear rising to her throat, booming footsteps growing closer and closer. But it was the ear defining screech of metal against wall that made her want to cry in her mom’s arms.

When the last of them had gotten inside and Y/N still hadn't seeked safety, Aldis stood up slowly, “Y/N...”

There were tears on her face as she looked to the side, her hands clutched to the door.

“Now’s not the time to be a hero Y/N,” Aldis cried.

She laughed sadly, smiling at her dear friend.

Blue, Y/N thought.

She had blue eyes.

“Someone has to lock the door Aldis,”

Someone has to lead them away.

“Locking the door won't matte-”

She closed the door before she could hear her one last time. She’d never been very good at goodbyes.

Aldis was right, locking the door wouldn’t matter. The beast that rounded the corner held a five foot hammer while the one that came after had blood smeared on its chest. Still didn’t stop her from chucking the key over the terrace below them, letting it fall into the unknown.

She breathed deeply, sticking her chest out, not daring to let her voice waver, “You want Asgardian blood?” she shouted, bringing the beasts to a stop, “Come get it!”

One of the beasts slowly stepped forward, snarling its hideous teeth as it grumbled out in an unknown language. Y/N studied them all carefully as another smiled.

“He says,” it growled, voice deep and distorted, “Where are your friends?”

The rest smiled in unison, blood dripping from their mouths as they did so, littering the floors she had just scrubbed this morning.

She swallowed deeply, digging her nails into the palm of her hand. Could that be Nan’s blood she wondered. Loki’s even? Had they found safety in the rooms she could not enter, or are they just as lost as she.

A small part of her screamed that they were still alive, that she must continue to fight for the one’s she loves. Her whole life, all she has known, was to protect Loki. Many times she’d questioned if her love for him would be any different if he wasn’t all she’s known.

In this moment now, with her life on the line, she decides it wouldn’t be.

What’s protecting him one more time?

“You want them?” she growled, “You’ll have to catch me,”

****

It had been three hours since the attack, his father describing the creatures as ancient beasts. For what they lacked in brains, they made up for in calvary. Thousands of them swarmed around Asgard, all broken into clusters attacking the main east and west wing.

He had lost his helmet hours ago, the horns probably shattered by the shear size of the weapons they were dealing with. Blood stained his knives as his energy depleted, his magic becoming less and less prevalent.

Each room they entered, each hall they fought in, he would whisper her name, unlock every door. Some doors led to a few helpless Asgardian’s, other were a beast in hiding.

None of them were her.

Grunting, he pulled a dagger out of the monsters chest, wiping the blood on his leather. Checking his surroundings, he saw one of the soldiers opening a door at the end of the hallway. With a steady face he shook his head towards Loki.

The pit in his stomach only grew.

Looking around at the soldiers in-front of him, he thought about how many of them had lovers waiting. If they too, were thinking the same self destructing thoughts he was. Here Loki was, putting his own problems ahead of their own, a narcissistic plea for the safety of another.

He was sure they weren’t as special as his own. None of them had that same spark.

His thoughts were cut short when the sound of bells rang. Once, twice, three times. If one was lucky, they would look to the skies and see the darkened purple vessel gearing away, far from the carnage they left behind.

He heard the sounds of metal clanging to the floor, the sighs of relief from the warriors left. Some were heavily injured, one woman with a deep gash in her side, being tended to by another soldier. At this point he would return to the throne room, discuss with his father the next course of action and if Asgard would engage in war or meet halfway.

In this moment though, he couldn’t seem to care less about what happened, of what his father had to say, of how many Asgardian’s were slaughtered. Across the courtyard he saw a family slowly crawling out a door, a child sound asleep in its mothers arms. The sun had just started to rise as the man held his wife in his embrace, her body shaking with cries. Through her tears she looked ahead towards Loki, darkness behind her eyes, flashes of the night before more visible then the stars above.

He promised to hold Y/N once he found her. Even longer than the man infront of him. He promised he would take all her fears away.

With a quick nod of assurance towards the woman, he turned on his heel and headed down the halls, retracing his steps towards her.

He walked past multiple beasts, all strewn across the golden floors, pools of blood painting them red. It dawned on him who would be scrubbing these floors the next few days, a constant reminder of the fear they all must of ran from.

He needed to remember to fake a sickness that week .

As he ran down the grand stairs below him, he caught sight of blonde hair.

“Aldis!”

The woman snapped her head towards Loki, the group around her stopping. His steps became even faster as he reached the bottom, desperately grabbing onto the woman’s shoulders. The sight of him made her cry again, already stained tears littering her cheeks.

“Where’s Y/N? Did you see her? Is she okay?”

Aldis shook her head, shaky breaths as she held onto his arms for dear life, “She -“ the woman’s voice betrayed her, breaths too shallow as she squeezed her eyes shut, shaking her head furiously as if to rid her plagued mind of the bloodshed, “She closed the door I… I couldn’t stop her,”

He pulled himself out of her hold, stepping back. What does she mean? Where are the simple answers he was hoping for?

She made it into safety with the royals, she took us to the gardens in your secret hideout, she is completely and utterly safe.

Where were those answers, that blanket of reassurance?

“Where is she?” he asked again, his voice lower and dangerously quiet. Never before has his heart beat so fast, not in battles not even around her presence. He was sure if adrenaline wasn’t coursing through his veins he’d be panicking, out of breath and gasping for air.

Aldis pointed to the right, “We came from there,” she spoke, leading Loki immediately to stalking towards that path. It felt like he was walking to his death, years of bad karma finally cycling back to the beginning.

It was a long corridor, filled with countless rooms and places to hide. He remembered telling her to run here if she was ever in trouble, the secret bookshelf hideout being behind one of these doors. Infront of him was a long arrow, wedged into the gold of the pillars ahead of him. Maybe there wasn’t enough time he thought.

“Y/N!” he called out, turning the corner into another hallway.

He thought back to all the times before this moment, when life had seemed just as hopeless and he was overwhelmed by all the thoughts in his head. This was worse, he knew that now. Still, she would go to him with hope in her eyes.

When Thor was gifted Mjolnir, when Odin would scold him for every mistake made, when Frigga’s magic wouldn’t click, she would approach him with care. A small hand to his face, the happiest of endings behind her eyes.

“You can only go up from here,” she would whisper.

Eyes closed, revealing in her presence, the tenderness between her actions. He swore he could never love anyone more. She felt like home, something otherworldly to Asgard, unknown to the family of his own.

“So much faith,” he would mutter into her embrace, her skin soft, her hold desperate, “Why?”

He knew he was all she had. Despite Nan, despite the few friends she had made, all her life she was met with misfortune. A deceased mother, a missing father. Her best friend was the God of Mischief, a title that was apart of the gray areas that distinguished good from bad. And yet, all the good in her was settled in his heart, a promise, a reassurance that he too, was home.

“Glorious purpose,” she’d say, smiling bright, “You get to choose what that will be,”

Turning another corner, he began to call out to her once more, his words suddenly caught in his throat at the sight before him.

The relief came as soon as the dread.

Finally, he had found her. After countless hours of searching, countless stabs to another's chest, undying wishes to return, he had found her, intact, but still not the same.

He knew, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be able to shake the image ahead of him. Five beasts, all three times her size laid strewn about the hallway, blood pouring from the corners of their mouth, weapons scattered feet ahead of them. Laying in the center was her, the center of their universe, of his.

Her hair had fallen out of its hold, blood soaking it down in place. The bottom of her dress was torn to shreds, visible claw marks the culprit of the carnage before him. It took all the strength he had to not vomit at the sight of the arrow lodged in her side.

He dropped his staff in a frenzy, legs stumbling towards her unconscious body as he moved at what felt like an agonizing pace.

“Y/N...” he muttered, dropping to his knees as he carefully brought her body to rest in his lap. Hands shaking, tears threatening to fall, it felt like his heart was beginning to collapse.

A limp body, skin turning pale, he weakly shook her shoulders, hands rubbing at her blood stained cheeks, “Y/N,” he cried, “Y/N wake up. Please my love wa-”

Suddenly, her hands shot up, desperately clinging to his forearm as shallow breaths followed, her nails digging into his leather.

Blood was caught in her throat, making it hard to breathe as she tried to bring Loki closer. It didn’t matter she was dying, it didn’t matter how much pain stung at her body. He was here, she was in his arms. She was home.

“Loki,” she whimpered quietly.

Despite it all, he laughed. Laughed tears of joy, laughed that she was still alive, revealed in the chance that there was still hope. There was always hope when it came to her.

“Come on,” he muttered, trying his best to be gentle, speak softly as to not scare her further, make this night even worse than it already has been. She was always there for him.

Now was his chance.

As he gathered her in his arms, slowly lifting her to not let the arrow sink any further, she cried out in pain, hands squeezing into his arms even harder.

“No,” she sobbed as he placed her down once more. A mix between coughs and cries ensued, blood beginning to spill out the corners of her mouth. He was beginning to see stars, the walls closing in at an alarming rate as he couldn’t help but think this was all his fault. So helpless, needing a sense of relief and comfort that he could not provide. It was heartbreak in its realest form, a gut wrenching hole in his chest.

“It hurts,” she cried weakly, gasping for air, “It hurts Loki, please,”

He sighed shakily, holding onto her tighter. He couldn’t lose her, didn’t dare to think about the person he would become if he couldn’t see her everyday, hear her voice, feel her touch. Reaching towards her hand he continued to ignore the blood stained palms, his other hand holding her face, “Y/N...”

Thumb stroking the sides of her face, fingers combing through her hair, a desperate attempt at comfort, “Love look at me,”

With all her strength she willed her eyes open, relieved to see anything but the beasts she fought. Loki looked wrecked, brows furrowed in concern as blood spilled from the cut rested in his brow. His hair had fallen from the bun she had put it in hours before, framing his face to let the tears that have fallen shine.

He was so beautiful she thought.

“I need to get you help,” he cried, trying his best to put on a brave face, “I need...”

Choking on his words, he couldn’t help but sob, bringing his face into the crook of her neck, clinging onto whatever life she had left in her. So many things, he thought, some many things he needed.

A long warm bath, calm waters to wash away the hours of bloodshed, the comfort of his own room, his silk sheets enveloping him whole. He needed her to smile once more, to laugh so sweetly that his ears buzzed and his heart soared. He needed her to be okay.

“Please Y/N,” he muttered, putting himself together. Remembering, he quickly reached into her dress pocket, searching till he pulled out what he was looking for.

Her gold necklace.

He reached out, placing the necklace on top of her heart as her hand quickly followed, resting on top of his, “Please,”

She sighed heavily, blinking the tears away as she slung her arm around his neck, bunching his green shirt into her’s. Looking at him one last time she recognized the creased lines upon his face, situated at the corners of his mouth for that smile that was only for her. The beauty mark above his brow, the one she would poke at whenever he was mad. And his eyes.

She smiled, “They’re blue,” she whispered.

Unaware to if he heard her or not, she squeezed her eyes shut, preparing for the agonizing flow of pain. Quickly, and without warning, Loki lifted her into his arms, her cries muffled by his armor she hid herself in.

She tried to stifle the pain, the shoots of electricity that numbed her body with each step he took. There was no way of her distinguishing how fast he was moving, what time of day it was. How far gone she had become. All of her senses were heightened and dulled at the same time, a murky sea of overwhelming emotions that she couldn’t navigate.

She had seen him one last time. Heard his laugh and felt his hands upon her face. That was enough for her to let go.

One last time, she willed herself to speak, clearly and with more conviction. She needed him to hear her one last time, remember her as strong.

“I used your magic,” she said, eyes still closed, head buried into his neck, “Did you see?”

He bit down on his lip, drawing blood as he stifled a cry. Of course he noticed. It was the first thing he saw when he turned the corner, multiple green daggers scattered across the floor. If he wasn’t so distraught, heart set on saving her, he would’ve been proud, the numerous bodies that had surrounded her a testament to her strength.

She didn’t hear what he said after. Couldn’t if she tried. She hoped that he was proud of her, that Nan was safe and her friends had made it out alive. She held onto that feeling, that surge of hope, wishing that it would carry into the next life.

****

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Part 1: Home Invasion

You always did enjoy driving around town, great way to clear your head, you went further than you normally would but that's ok, 20 minutes to get home from here and you are in no rush. Pulling into the driveway you unlock the door and head inside, locking the door behind you, its a modest house, 1 story with a basement used for laundry, 1 bedroom with a bathroom, a kitchen and main room with a nice TV handing on the wall and a computer in the corner, it isn't much but its all you need. Walking to the kitchen you open a pack of chips for a little snack, just as you go to have a chip a cloth rams over your open mouth. instinctively you scream out loudly as you drop the chips on the floor, legs kicking out as you try to run. An arm pinning you against the intruder the other holding the cloth to your face you feel weaker and weaker as you continue to struggle, eventually the whole world goes black.

You wake and blink your eyes but its still dark, night time already? no, you quickly learn your blindfolded, and worse still, your bound tightly to your bed. wrists and ankles tied to the 4 corners of your bed and if that wasn't bad enough, your completely naked. Your thrashing begins again as you pull at the restraints pinning you down, you try to call for help but doing so only brings your attention to a ballgag locked between your teeth, only managing a pathetic “MMPPHHH!” as your captor returns to the room, “looks like this house was a perfect job, plenty of nice things to make money from, but the best prize of all is you.” his deep voice running through your mind, what was this man planning to do to you?!

Feeling the man lay next to you he strokes your head firmly, “Don't worry about any friends or family coming to help you, i took the liberty of using your computer to tell everyone your going on a spontaneous trip and will be off the grid for a few days, how nice of me to at least let them know why you'll not be replying to them.” he said with a slight chuckle as he moves his hand down your body, cupping your firm breast with his hand as he passes it, stopping on your stomach he blows across your shoulder, you shiver uncontrollably as he does, raising his hand off your chest he replaces it on your knee, you focus on his touch as its the only thing you can do, your sense of touch already heightening at the absence of sight.

Slowly, cruelly the man moves his hand up your leg, across your inner thigh and lands at his mark, your legs strain hard again your bindings as you try desperately to close your legs and deny him entry, but its useless, his hand begins to rub at your lips through your panties, getting a slight moan confirms his intention, your getting aroused.. You hate it, you don't even know what this man looks like, and your bound to your bed as he has fun with you, the massage on your pussy sapping your strength he circles your clit and your head moves up as you arch your spine at his touch, “sensitive clit huh? you'll enjoy this then” he says in your ear, his deep voice reverberating in your head, “you'll enjoy this” echoing in your mind.

moving between your thighs he pulls your skirt up and over your hips, your cute blue panties exposed to this stranger, he continues to stroke your clit as your spine reacts and you scream out around your gag “AAAARRHHHHGGGHH!!” having your first unwanted forced orgasm, “ohhh very nice indeed, very sensitive clit then” he says as he pulls your panties aside exposing your glistening lips. Feeling something push against you you know exactly what it is, a hard cock pushes inside you and your rape begins in earnest! thrusting harshly inside your pussy you can only moan as his body slams against your sensitive clit while his shaft pushes deep inside you.

Clearly enjoying his time inside you he grips your breasts tight and braces himself on your body, pushing harder with each thrust, your tits getting sore within seconds of the punishing grip they are receiving, fingers flicking back and forth across your already abused and rapidly stiffening nipples your arousal only going up as his cock dives even deeper inside you, slamming into your womb with a big push, you've never experienced womb penetration before now, fucking with all his length she pulls out just to your entrance and thrusts right back into your womb, full thrusts continuing as your body shakes beneath him, you want to cum, you need it but this man doesn't know you can only cum from clit stimulation, you dread to think what hell do to you when he learns that secret!

“such a nice cunt you got here, so tight! you must enjoy being such a fucking tease!” he grunts in your face “FUUUHHH OOOUUUHH!!” is all you could manage as your arousal hits hew heights, your body burning as your pussy screams for more, you hate that your getting so aroused by being raped but you cant help it! He just keeps going! his hard cock easily tearing into your womb with each thrust sending wave after wave of pleasure to your brain! but its not enough! he's leaning back so your clit is no longer getting slammed by his body, he's avoiding it for some reason, if only you could see him you could understand what he's thinking!

continuing to thrust hard into your cunt the man grunts “what's the matter? don't you wanna cum slut?!” as he continues to pump your pussy like it belongs to him, “IIHH NEEE CLIIIIHHHHHH” you scream, throwing your secret out for him to know, “you need your clit huh? like this!” she yells as he pinches your little nub with his fingers and twists his fingers around the base! under the blindfold your eyes shoot open as your scream “AAAAAAAAAEEEEEEHHHHHOOOOO!! IIIIIIIIGGGHHHHHHHH CCCCCUUUUUUHHHHHHHHMMMMIIIIIIIHHHHH!!” as your pussy violently spasms around his throbbing cock, sucking him inside deeper!

feeling a blast of heat inside your pussy you know he came too, but still he fucks you, pumping more and more while his fingers massage your aching clit, your own cum coating his cock as he unloads another shot of cum inside you! removing his cock you can feel the mixture of cum start to flow out of your tight snatch as you groan and try to catch your breath. Hearing draws open he's clearly searching your room, you know hell open that draw eventually, and then you hear him “ohhhhh what's this? a few toys you like to use?” clearly holding your dildo in his hand, “buttplugs? and a vibrator? your a kinky cunt arnt you!”. Hearing him return to your bound body your pussy gets a dildo jammed right inside you, its 6 inches long and fills you nicely, but with the added cum your overstuffed now, feeling your asshole part to accept your plug you moan loudly, “and just so i know your enjoying yourself while i get something to eat!” he puts the vibe against your clit and turns it on, its usually enough to solo a orgasm but its not directly on your clit like normal, its sitting just above it now, enough to stimulate but not enough to cum.

After what seemed like hours you hear him return to the room, followed by a loud thud, clearly a bag full of your things, a crunch signals your food, being eaten buy him, he seems to be enjoying his view, watching you writhe on your bed, bound tight as your teetering on the edge of another huge orgasm, “you have a nice house here cunt, think ill stay a few days, then ill show you my place!” he says with a laugh. “His place?! i don't want to see his place!” you scream mentally. A hand landing at your neck you feel him grab your shirt and tear it open followed by your bra, exposing your base breasts to him, pale skin and cherry nipples gazing up you take a deep breath as he continues to tear your clothes off and within seconds your completely nude, adding to your shame and humiliation.

Feeling fingers grasp your nipples your treated to a sharp pain as he pinches them tightly, your face shoot up “OWWWWW!! OHHHH GGGGGGDDDD PPPPPPPPLLLSSSSSSSSS SSSSTTTTTTPPPP!!” you scream as your nipples almost burst! releasing your tits you fall back to the bed as your pussy sits still edging away behind him completely ignored. Pressing your breasts together he pushed his cock in-between then and thrusts into your modest cleavage, you can feel him as he pumps his cock up and down and your hair is grabbed, pulling your face into the line of fire your face is showered in his cum, it smells so bad but until he cleans it your stuck with the scent, its everywhere, your actually glad you couldn't see him there.

“So you can only cum from your little clit huh?” he asks and you slowly shake your head in response, feeling the vibrator removed for a moment he presses it hard against your clit and your no longer on the edge, you passed it in a heartbeat as you cum so hard your voice breaks for a moment! Maintaining the position your clit bounces around with the vibrations as you can feel another huge orgasm building quickly, feeling your dildo removed from your pussy your penetrated again by his cock, pumping more and more while your clit get tended to with the vibe, you shake your head in denial of your growing desperation as it buzzed longer and harder against your hypersensitive clit! “OWWW CCCCUUUUHHHMMMMMIIIINNNGGGG-!!!” you scream through your gag as your voice breaks again, your entire body thrashing desperately to end the stimulations your body gives out on you as you cum and you pass out.

Clearly leaving your clit to hum while your unconscious your world returns awash with a screaming sensation as your extremely sensitive clit continues to bounce as you instantly start thrashing as the sensations continue to rape you even though the man isn't! Returning to the room your captor swallows something, “god I'm thirsty!” you think in a haze as your throat is dry from all the screaming, you suddenly notice your mouth was open wider than earlier, a different gag perhaps? testing it with your tongue as best you can while your edged repeatedly, the mas straddles your check pushing the air right out of you, pulling something attached to your mouth, a plug is removed.. “OH GAWW-” is all you manage before a cock thrusts into your mouth, your tongue now wrapping around it unconsciously.

Fucking your mouth hard you gagging painfully as he cums in your mouth, his cock acting like a seal, keeping the load in, you can only swallow the first of likely many. Putting 2 more loads in your mouth he quickly withdraws and pushes the plug back in, locking your cum filled mouth closed, you either swallow it or savour the taste, resolving to swallow it all now you hear him walk out the door. You can hear the TV from here, its the news.. its already 7pm?! your clit pulses again dragging your attention to the orgasm now tearing your clit to pieces! your thrashing begins again as your left alone, with 2 full holes and a clit on fire.

Finally after watching the news and a small show after that at high volume, you hear the TV turn off and steps leading to your room, your glad your no longer alone as your pussy spasms painfully as you cum again, you lost count how many times you came today ages ago, seemingly a lifetime now. you have been kept in the dark since you were grabbed in your own home! but with what you heard on the TV its already late. A hand grasps your breast and caresses it gently, your rigid nipple flicking between his fingers as you moan, the loud buzz between your thighs keeping your mind and body busy.

Hearing him walk away you hear water splashing, the bastard is having a shower! “what about me?! you asshole!” you think angrily, your pussy is still full of his cum, as he walks back and unbinds you, your body still very weak, too weak to do anything but obey, he leads you to your bathroom, sits you down and unplugs your pussy, all the cum he pumped into you floods out, you feel better but he holds you firm as the detached showerhead pushes against your lips and fills your cunt with warm water. unplugging your ass he repeats the process and dries your body, your shakily walk back to the bed as he pushes you back down, and rebinds you to the bed. once again your pussy and ass are stuffed with toys, your clits vibe is instead inserted into your pussy, held in deep by the dildo buzzing away relentlessly and hopelessly out of reach, your going to reach the edge soon and without anything to stimulate your clit, you'll stay on the edge.

With the flick of a switch the lights are out, for him at least, your lights went out hours ago, the man climbs into your bed, pulling the blanket over you he lays next to your body, a hand on your pussy idly rubbing your clit, as you orgasm you hear a slight chuckle as he says “i think I'm going to keep you my dear..” and he goes to sleep, his hand still resting against your sore clit while your pussy hums away. you turn your head away from the man and drift to sleep, you know that tomorrow only promises more bondage, rape and pleasure, you know you should hate every second but some small part of you is craving tomorrows games. you hear your mind tell you how pleasurable its going to be, this man next to you made you cum more times in 1 day than you had in the past year! and tomorrow hell have you from dawn till dusk and not just half a day! you moan softly in your plugged mouth as you continue to drift to sleep. the game has only just begun…

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artickoushi · 3 years

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friends

yamaguchi tadashi x f!reader

this is unedited and probably crap but whatever i’m tired asf so ill edit tmrw morning

anyway thanks for reading!

There’s no way.

There’s absolutely no fucking way the two of you are just friends.

Tsukishima couldn’t fathom it. It didn’t make sense. The two of you were complete idiots when it came to your feelings and that made you perfect for each other in his opinion. Everyone seemed to notice how you both felt aside from either of you.

Everyone could tell by the flushed faces and stuttered sentences at the mere mention of the other person.

Boisterous laughs echoed throughout the small room as the entirety of the Karasuno male volleyball club sat scattered around. Some laid across the soft material of your beds comforter, some sat on the floor pushing each other around and playing games, and the others were simply exploring your interests or trying to make bets on whether they can jump from your window to the large tree that was planted in your backyard spoiler, they cant.

They joy of finally being invited for a sleepover at their lovely third managers house, had their overexcited voices clashing messily against one another. The amount of different conversations going on could give anyone within hearing distance a migraine.

The remnants of pillow feathers aimlessly drifted through the air, a telltale sign of your previous pillow fight that you had with Hinata Kageyama, Nishinoya, Tanaka and Yamaguchi.

A few feathers rested among the messy locks of those who participated, as the six of you rested before getting up to start another round of viciously smacking one another with deflated pillows. The previously blasting Bluetooth speaker sat uselessly on your desk, no longer blasting popular 80s music for your hairbrush karaoke concert with Suga, Nishinoya and Tanaka.

The speakers volume had been majorly turned down since then and now there was some common lo-fi song playing quietly through the boisterous room. Yamaguchi sighed to himself as he plopped himself down on the floor, before leaning back against the frame of your bed.

His head fell back against the plush mattress, his eyes sinking closed and cheeks puffing out in a huff.

God why was this so difficult? It was only a night and it’s not like he exactly alone with you, even though he somewhat wished he was, the rest of the team was there including Kiyoko and Yachi. So it’s not like he could exactly embarrass himself with everyone there... right? Besides-

Wait... when did it get so quiet?

Slowly opening his eyes, a strangled noise resonated from the back of his throat, his body attempting to lurch backwards for personal space but the bed frame behind him stopped him from doing just that. His head turned to glance back at the frame before looking back in front of him.

In front of him you were on your knee’s leaning towards him, with your hands resting at the bottom of his thighs. A bright blush bloomed rapidly across his freckled cheeks at the close proximity between the two of you.

Suddenly, he heard it. It was faint, barely noticeable over the pounding of his heart beat in ears, but he heard it loud and clear.

click.

a camera shutter.

suddenly he became very aware of the multiple sets of eyes locked onto the two of you. Their gazes burning holes through his body as they awaited how he would react. Although when he risked a glance at your face he froze. you seemed... blissfully unaware. Of both the blushing boy in front of you and the burning gazes of your multiple friends hovering over the two of you.

Before Yamaguchi could even attempt to put together a sentence in his mind, you giggled. Your hand quickly came up to run through his hair not even a moment after. At your sudden touch, Yamaguchi could feel his face heat up even more, he could only hope you were too oblivious to notice.

And thankfully it seemed as if the gods were on his side. “Tadashi,” You drug out, his name seeming to roll off your tongue like honey. The sound of his name falling from your lips was music to his ears. The single word could brighten his darkest days and made his heartbeat quicken in an instant.

Swallowing the lump in his throat he managed to stutter out a hushed, “y-yeah?”

“You still have feathers in your hair from the pillow fight, silly!” You smiled, the palm of your hand pressing further into his thigh as you worked to pick the white feathers out his clover colored hair.

Somewhere in the background he could hear the muffled voices of Sugawara and Daichi telling everybody to mind their own business, and just like that the loud chatter from the team had reappeared.

As you picked the last feather from his hair, you ruffled his dark olive locks just to make sure you didn’t miss any, although the action had only proved to make Yamaguchi more flustered.

Once satisfied about getting all the white chunks out of his hair, you placed your other hand back on his thigh before sending him a closed eyed smile. His eyes widened, mouth opening slightly to say something and hand reaching out to grab at your shoulder but before he could you were out of reach and across the room, a pillow in your hands as you mercilessly teamed up with Tanaka, Nishinoya and Hinata against Kageyama.

Yamaguchi watched, his mouth sinking closed in disappointment, and lowering his hand back to his side as he watched you being tackled into a hug by Hinata and Nishinoya. Laughs spilled from your lips, your eyes squeezed shut as you attempted to wrap your arms around both of the boys that laid on top of you in a big hug.

He sighed softly, bringing his knee’s up to chest and resting his arms on them as a makeshift headrest. His eyes softening as he watched you pushed Nishinoya off of you, your mind attitude changing as you suddenly started ganging up on him with Hinata.

A soft chuckle from behind him pulled him out of his thoughts. He glanced back for a second, locking eyes with Kiyoko, before turning his gaze back to you. He felt the bed dip slightly next to him, he noticed Kiyoko had laid down on her stomach out of his peripheral vision.

“y/n, huh?” She questioned, a beaming grin etched across her face as she stared at the look on Yamaguchi’s face. “It makes sense. You two are practically perfect for each other.” She mumbles, making sure her voice is loud enough for him to hear over the maniacal laughter from the other side of the room.

“Hmm? Oh no,” he chuckles, his eyes still glues onto your doubled over form as you laughed at Tanaka tripping over one of your shoes which resulted in him falling face first into the wall. “we’re just friends.” He says, a smile stretching across his face as you place a foot on Tanaka’s back, claiming you had ‘defeated the beast!’

Kiyoko smiled knowingly. The softened look in his eyes, the smile that pulled at his freckled cheeks. He smiled when you smiled, and if you sad he’d do his everything to make you smile. She knew he was in love, and he knew it too. He just didn’t want to admit it.

“Right,” Kiyoko hummed.

The encouraging comments.

You laughed at the flustered expressing he wore. You watched as he stumbled over sentences, his words jumbling together, courtesy of the cheesy pickup line that Nishinoya and Tanaka had gifted you earlier that week. Chuckling you grabbed his hand and leaned your head against his shoulder, looking straight ahead of you. “You know I’m kidding, Tadashi.”

He chuckled, the word kidding flicker through his mind on repeat. His heart squeezing, although he always knew and commonly had to remind himself you didn’t mean it.. he wasn’t over you and it still hurt.

His fingers fiddled with yours when you intertwined your fingers together, while he tried to keep his voice steady and hoped to god his next sentence made somewhat sense.

“Y-yeah,” Dammit, that’s one. He gulped and took a deep breath before continuing. “I... I know y/n-chan. I’m still just not super used to people other than my family complimenting me.” He trailed off, somewhat hoping you’d drop the subject and change it before he melts into a puddle of embarrassment on the sidewalk.

Oh yeah, did he forgot to the mention the two of you were supposed to go out with the team but they all coincidentally had family emergencies.

At the exact same time.

But he wasn’t an idiot. While you thought nothing of it and wished for everyone to be well, he was quite aware of the ten different gazes burning into the back of his head.

If you noticed you certainly didn’t say anything, although he was sure you would’ve said something if you had noticed the team... right?

You abruptly stopped, your eyes flickering back behind the two of you only for a split second before returning to Yamaguchi. You grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him to face you, your hands sliding down just enough to rest on his biceps. Your thumbs pushing up underneath the hem of his t-shirt to rub against his freckles dotting his skin.

Ignoring the aggravated groans of the people walking behind you, you continued to stare up at the rapidly reddening face of Yamaguchi Tadashi. You noticed the way his clover colored hues widened in shock and confusion, the look slowly converting to anxiety the longer you simply stared at him.

“But you should be!” You exclaimed loudly, not caring about the people bustling around the two of you. You seemed to be lost in your own little world at the moment and would probably be embarrassed later in the day the more you thought about it. If you noticed the group of volleyball nerds lingering behind the two of you, nearly all of them shoved into bushes by Sugawara and Nishinoya, you didn’t notice how more than half of them had pulled out their phones to record the event about to go down, despite the protests from Daichi.

“Your amazing, Tadashi! And in so many ways! Your kind, sweet, always willing to lend a hand! And even if you don’t know anything about nursing someone back to health or anything related to helping someone hurt you still try your best! And it works! Look how many times I’ve gotten hurt and sick and you were the one who helped me.” You rambled, yours hands sliding down his arms to entwine your hands with his, your thumbs rubbing circles into his skin. “Your an amazing server, and your working your best to help provide everything you can to the team. No matter what it costs you or how much sleep you lose over practicing things and studying you give it your all and you don’t give up. That’s one of the things I love about you..” you trailed off, your voice growing quieter, hoping your words sunk into his head.

However your next words caused his face to nearly burst into flames.

“Your amazing Yamaguchi Tadashi. And you along with the rest of the world should know it! What’ll it take for you to understand how I see you?” You wondered, you feet taking a few subconscious steps towards him until your chest was pressed up against his. “Do you want me to post it on every build board here in Japan? Do you want me to stand at the top of the tallest building and scream at the top of my lungs ‘Yamaguchi Tadashi is an amazing and wonderful person’?” You questioned, your held tilting to the side innocently.

Yamaguchi stared into your eyes, surprised when he found no hesitation underneath the beautiful e/c of your eyes. “Because I will. I will if that’s what it takes for you to understand it, Tadashi.”

He swallowed nervously. The lump in his throat thickening as he felt tears rise to the brim of his eyes. Your eyes widened however in surprise, thinking you had said something to upset him.

As apologies started to spill from your lips, you felt his hands cup your cheeks. The warmth of his hands against your skin, made your cheeks heat up. He leaned forward, a few tears rolling down his cheeks at the realization that he just might actually have a chance with you, his lips pressing against your forehead in a soft kiss before resting his head on your shoulder and pulling you closer to him in a bone crushing hug.

“T-... Thank you y/n-chan.” He mumbled, his nose burying into your shoulder. You smiled at his words, letting your hands run through his hair now knowing that you just might have some sort of chance with him.

The pick me ups at 2 am.

“I’m telling you, Kiyoko! He actually came over last night at two am because I texted him telling him I couldn’t fall asleep and wanted to know if he could face time me.”

Kiyoko laughed, her soothing voice drifting through the phone and into your mind. “I believe it. I’m telling you y/n that boy is one hundred percent, completely and utterly whipped for you.” She said as if she was stating a fact.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “Yeah whatever, Kiyoko. Anyway, so after I texted him...”

y/n - 2:17 am

Hey, Tadashi you still up? I know it’s a bit of a stretch so it’s alright if your not

Tadashi - 2:23 am

yeah I’m up. Is everything ok? Did something happen?

y/n - 2:24 am

no lol Tadashi I’m fine, everything’s fine

I just can’t seem to sleep tonight so I was wondering if we could facetime?

Tadashi - 2:24 am

uhm oh! hold that thought I got something better for you

y/n - 2:24 am

wait what?

Tadashi?

what are you talking about?

read 2:25 am

a weighted feeling settled in your gut. You knew it was along shot that he’d be willing to facetime this early in the morning... but you didn’t expect him to leave you on read either.

Pushing yourself up on your bed your rolled your shoulders, before picking up your phone once more to stare at the tiny read message below you last text.

You sighed and shoved your face into the palms of your hands, groaning. “God,” you whispered. “I probably woke him up and made him mad or something- no wait...” you lifted your head. “Tadashi isn’t Tsukki... he wouldn’t get mad about that. He hardly gets mad at anything.” Groaning again you threw yourself back on your bed. “I’m probably overthinking it. He most likely fell back asleep before getting to respond.” You assured yourself, rolling over to try and fall asleep again.

As you tossed and turned in bed, you failed to notice just how much time passed. As you lifted your phone a while later to check the time, you pulled your pillow from over your head and pressed it against your face to muffle your scream.

2:57 am.

You tossed your pillow onto the floor beside your bed and just blankly stared up at the ceiling, when your phone started buzzing rapidly. Slowly glancing over at the buzzing device, you reach out and turned the screen on. A call from Yamaguchi catching your attention.

Pushing yourself up in the bed, you let your legs dangle over the side as you swiped answer. “Hello?”

“Hey y/n open your window.” He said, his voice being muffled by... was that wind?

“What?”

“Just open your window!” He exclaimed, hanging up before he could answer you question.

What the fuck?

Glancing over at your window, you pushed up onto your feet and slowly waddled over to it, pulling up your onesie hood to somewhat hide your face from whatever awaited you when you pulled back the curtains.

Wanting to get it over with, you quickly ripped your curtains open, letting out a gasp as your eyes landed on Tadashi’s figure standing outside in his matching onesie.

Reaching up to unlock the window, you pushed it open and helped him climb into your room.

“Tadashi! What are you doing here?” You whispered, careful to keep your voice down as your parents slept in the next room over.

He smiled sheepishly, one of his hands coming up to brush his bangs out of his eyes. “What?” he questioned. “You said you couldn’t sleep so I bought some stuff on the way here. Sorry it took so long.” He chuckled, making himself comfortable on your bed and opening his arms as a signal to join him.

Just like you always did.

“C’mon. I told my parents you weren’t feeling well so I came to take care of you. I’ll spend the night with you... I mean- i-if you want!” He added.

You laughed and made your way over to snuggle up to him on the bed, you spoke an obvious question. “And they believed you?”

He laughed, “no. But they really like you and trust you so they let me come over.”

It was all so obvious, and everyone died a little inside as another day passed and the two of you were still painfully pining after one another.

It had started with Sugawara, Daichi and Asahi making their way from classes to the gym. Then they ran into Nishinoya and Tanaka. Then Hinata and Kageyama. Then Tsukishima, Kiyoko and so on.

They had somehow managed to gather everybody involved with the male volleyball team except for you and Yamaguchi.

They had just simply thought they two of your were either ahead of them of behind them, when they remembered they had run into Tsukishima but not one of you.

And one of you was always with Tsukishima.

“Hey, Tsukishima.” Sugawara started. Tsukishima glanced back at Sugawara, giving him a small hum as a signal he was listening. “Where’s Yamaguchi and Y/n-chan? Aren’t at least one of them usually with you?” He questioned.

In response Tsukishima merely shrugged. “Don’t know. Yamaguchi said he had to run ahead to see if something was in the club room and I’ve barely seen Y/n all day.” He responded.

As the group arrived at the the club room, Sugawara walked in first, expecting to see the usual sight of y/n sitting in the corner with her face stuffed in a book and, on the rare day that Yamaguchi went ahead of Tsukishima, Yamaguchi leaning against the lockers on his phone.

But the sight that instead greeted Sugawara nearly made him scream with joy.

With Sugawara flailing his arms around in the middle of the room, to avoid making any verbal sounds, he easily caught the attention of the rest of the team which was quickly diverted to the two on the floor.

As the team gathered in a large circle around the two, everyone felt the same feeling rush through their blood for their teammates.

Happiness.

There the two missing volleyball members laid. Yamaguchi on his back his team jacket under his head as a pillow, one of his legs tossed over his schoolbag that laid on the floor. His arms were curled protectively around the girl in his arms, her face nuzzled into his neck, arm thrown over his chest and her legs tangled together with his.

Her arm that was thrown over his chest, met up with his, everybody simultaneously following the length of the set of arms, where at the end their hands laid entwined.

So when one special Thursday came with the team stumbling across your intermingled forms in the middle of the club room floor, everyone on the team knew at that moment that the struggle with the two of you pining for the past six or so months... had been completely worth it.

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nebraska-is-a-myth · 4 years

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Drown your sorrows - part 7

Grab your tissues dude, this one is not a happy one at all. I'm sorry in advanced

special shout out to my pal @hufflepuffkilljoy for helping me with some details for this chapter. I also feel like they’re going to kill me after reading this so wish me luck.

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Tommy is fortunate enough to stay conscious this time.

It's a lot warmer than the warehouse was and he's still just as afraid.

But he feels more prepared for the heat now.

Tubbo was so close to the first explosion, too close. Tommy watches the blast separate them and he can hear his friends desperate coughs from across the burning room. He can't get up, his wrist is hurt and his injured leg burns every time he tries to put pressure on it. He calls for Tubbo but he doesn't think his friend can hear him between his endless coughing and the roaring flames.

He's so thankful Tubbo isn't alone when Eret finally shows, the older man slips masks on both of them and they huddle together for a moment before Tommy hears something explode below them. He tries to cling to Eret as he reaches for Tubbo and they all plummet down into freezing water.

He and Eret sink into the water and the harshness of it makes Tommy gasp.

Water seeps in through his mask and the tightness of it makes him panic

He attempts to take the mask off, as if that might make him less disorientated.

It's doesn't

He takes a big gulp of water into his mouth and suddenly he can't stop.

He's drowning.

His limbs flail about and he cant help but scream into the water as pain ruptures through him. He keeps taking in more and more water and his lungs spasm as they fill with murky liquid. Tommy doesn't know where he is, it's dark and cold and he doesn't know which way is up and if his body wasn't already submerged in water he thinks he might cry.

Tommy doesn't want to die

There are so many things he hasn't done yet, so many things he hasn't said.

He wanted to take Tubbo to his favorite place in the city and go adventuring through the abandoned buildings Dream used to let him demolish when he was angry or upset. He wanted to tell his best friend in the whole word that he loved him, that they were brothers until the end. He never really had the courage to say it before now, thought it would make him sound childish and weird. ( Really he was just afraid that Tubbo wouldn't feel the same, and he wasn't ready to let his best friend go just yet. )

He wanted to thank Wilbur for taking him into l’manburg, for trusting him and becoming the older brother figure he never thought he needed ( or wanted ). For teaching him how to properly aim a gun and negotiate something without shouting, for letting him become the heir to the empire they built.

He thinks about all the movie nights with fundy and Eret, remembers popcorn fights and sleepovers, baking competitions and playing video games till early dawn. He remembers waking up from nightmares and talking to Eret about his scars, sharing the good and the bad with each and every one of them.

As the seconds roll past, Tommy can feel himself suffocating. His lungs fill with more and more water and his body starts to shut down, the pain is everywhere and nowhere and slowly he becomes blissfully aware that he is going to die here.

In the back of his mind he hopes that dream knows he’s forgiven. If he’s going to die he might as well forgive the man, he knows deep down that dream never wanted any of this and he hopes that his death will spark something in the man, and prevent the bloodshed of his friends.

The last thing on Tommys mind before the darkness swallows him is Technoblade, and he wonders if he’ll finally see him again when he goes to sleep.

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“How old were you when you first killed someone?”

“Jeezus Tubbo what the hell dude.”

Tommy swats at his best friend who's laying next to him on the wooden floor. They're all laying on piles and blankets and duvets and tucked up in sleeping bags like campers. Popcorn crumbs litter the floor and Tubbo has kernels stuck in his hair after he used the bowl as protection from Tommy throwing pillows at him.

The group decided to have a sleepover to commemorate Wilbur's birthday, all of them laid in a circle around the couches in wilburs living room and Wilbur almost regrets letting them into his house.

Tommy and Tubbo are layed on the floor, heads close to each other facing opposite directions. Tommy is smiling as he flails his arms at the other boy and has his feet resting in Erets lap. Fundy is on Erets left, curled up in 3 blankets like a burrito, a clear sign of Wilburs handiwork after someone made a joke about fundy being wilburs child.

Wilbur himself is half paying attention to the movie they all put on as background noise as he tries not to look like he’s actually enjoying the night his boys had planned.

Nobody spoke at first, no one was really quite sure what to say. Eventually, Wilbur took a breath and spoke in a slight monotone. “fifteen.”

Even though they may have been concerned, nobody was quite as surprised as maybe they should have been. It was a rough line of work, it wasn't really a shock to anyone that their leader had started so young.

“Robbery gone wrong, cops came earlier than expected. Shot one to save myself, nothing more to it.”

Fundy pokes his head out of his blanket burrito a little more and rests his head on his knees. “Got in a fight back in the Netherlands when I was eighteen, ended badly for the other guy.”

Eret is a bit more hesitant to respond but with a reassuring nudge from Tommy, he gives the teen a small smile and takes a breath. “Got involved with a super serious gang back in England when I was sixteen.”

He doesn't say anything more but nobody really blames him. Eret never really talks about his time back in England much, but the team sees the way he gets nervous around cameras and always makes sure he can never be traced wherever he goes. Everyone is running from something, it's why most of them came to America after all.

Tommy doesn't realize it's his turn until he’s noticed everyone's looking at him.

He laughs and swats at Tubbo for a second time. “It's your question you go first.”

Tubbo looks at his friend strangely but shakes it off and reaches to grab a handful of crisps. “Ummm, technically I haven't.”

Tommy listens to his best friend shove a handful of crisps in his mouth and his throat goes dry, he only distantly hears Fundy ask Tubbo a question but his thoughts seem to drown everyone out.

He knows he has two options here. He knows that lying is the safest one for him, that he could just follow along with what Tubbo said and just get it over with. But he feels compelled to let the truth just spill out of his mouth and let everything into the world. He can't help it when the words start falling from his lips, he so desperately wants to shove everything back into the box he’s kept everything in for years and go back to the fun loving, annoying Tommy everyone knows.

But instead he just had to open his stupid mouth like he always does.

“I uhh, I killed mum.”

Shit

“She uhh, bled out, when I was born.”

Shut up

“So yeah uhh, I guess I win.”

The room is silent, and he’s brought out of his head by Eret rubbing small comforting circles into the bottom of his leg.

“Tommy.”

He really wishes he hadn't spoke

“You know that couldn't have possibly been your doing.”

Wow the ceiling is really interesting

“Tommy.”

He can't speak. If he speaks he’s going to cry and he can't cry.

Tommyinnit doesn't cry.

He feels Tubbo moving to wrap and arm around him and he really wants to just not be here.

He’s lying on the floor of his bosses friends house, crying in front of the people he cares about most about because he couldn't keep his fucking mouth shut.

Tommy feels himself moving and slowly more and more arms are around him. He feels a blanket being draped over him and suddenly he finds himself sobbing into someone's chest.

Someone is running their hand through his hair and he wonders if that's something his mother would have done for him.

Sometimes he wishes life was different, that maybe he might have had a better childhood if his mother had been in his life for longer than three seconds.

But as he feels his own tears soak into one of his friends' shirts, he thinks that maybe his life ain't so bad.

And later in the night when he's stood on Wilbur's kitchen counter with Erets glasses hanging off his face singing loudly to random Hamilton songs with his friends, he knows he wouldn't change it for the world.

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Tommy wakes up confused and coughing.

He can feel the water spluttering out of his mouth and he feels like he's throwing up his organs.

He’s vividly aware that something doesn't feel right

He feels wrong and disorientated and,,,

He’s underwater?

Tommy flails his limbs about and in a matter of seconds he surfaces into darkness

He coughs up all of the water that's been sloshing about in his lungs and his throat stings as fresh air floods into his body.

Through all the coughing and the sound of water in his ears, he hears a voice calling him.

“Tommy!”

He turns his head to find Eret also treading water on the other side of a mountain of rubble, he has a large gash on the side of his head that looks like it would have dried by now if not for the water continuously splashing against it. His glasses are nowhere to be seen and Erets looking at him like he knows something Tommy doesn't.

“Tommy thank god you're okay.”

Tommy swims over to where Eret is still floating and takes a moment to examine the rubble surrounding his friend.

Most of it seems to be concrete and rocks piled up around him, but the two big metal pipes separating him and Eret are what concern him. And the fact that Eret hasn't made an attempt to move past them.

"Where's tubbo?"

"He swam over that direction, tried to find a way out I think."

"Why didn't you follow him."

"Tommy."

"Come on we can't just leave him to look on his own. He'd get lost in a bloody parking lot."

Tommy wraps his hands around one of the pipes and attempts to push it out of the way.

Eret doesn't move.

"Tommy I,"

"Waters rising, gotta move this thing before Tubbo ends up swimming into someone's toilet."

The younger boy changed angles and tried to pull the other pipe towards him.

"Tommy."

He feels Eret place his hand on top of his own but the younger boy swats it away and keeps trying to force the pipes out of the way.

“Come on man, just, just try.”

Eret grabs his hand again.

“Just help me okay!”

Water splashes up Tommys nose and he feels tears pricking at his eyes

“Just, Just do something! Please! please”

Eret grabs a hold of both of tommys hands and holds him as close as the barrier of rubble will let him.

“Please. I can't lose you too.”

Erets voice is soft and calming. Tommy wants him to laugh and point at him and tell him how this is all just a big joke and they can all go home together and watch movies on Wilburs couch.

But he doesn't

“Hey it's okay, you're not gonna lose me alright. I will always, always be with you, no matter what.”

“Don't give me that bullshit. I don't want you in my heart or looking down on me, I want you to stay here, alive.”

“I want that too Tommy, more than anything. But life doesn't always go the way we want it to.”

Eret coughs and shivers in the water, he looks up and realizes that neither of them have a lot of time left before the water fills the room. They both know Tommy can't stay here any longer, and it's only a matter of time before the coldness of the water gives him hypothermia.

“You need to go.”

“No.”

“Tommy.”

“No I am not leaving you here!”

“You don't have a choice Tommy!”

“Yes I do! Now help me move these goddamn pipes”

“For fuck sake Tommy! I am stuck down here! Those pipes aren't going to move and I'm not leaving this fucking basement. You need to go, now!”

“I-”

“Tommy you are my brother and I will always love you but you need to get the fuck out of here right now.”

“Tommy, Eret!”

“Down here.”

Eret hears Wilbur jump down into the freezing water and he can faintly see him swimming towards him and Tommy.

“You guys okay?”

“Yes now get him out of here.”

“I said no!”

“What about you.”

“I'll be fine just go.”

Wilbur takes a moment, a moment of weakness, a moment of emotion and sadness and he looks at Eret, his friend. He feels the water clog his nostrils and nods, with his heart heavy and his mind full, he drags a tired and freezing Tommy away.

“Wilbur let me go!”

“We can't leave him!”

“we have to help him!”

“Wilbur!”

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Later on when everyone's safe and dry and the adrenaline and panic has left his system, Wilbur finds himself gazing up at his reflection in his bathroom mirror. Every time he looks at himself all he can see is the look in his friends eyes before he left him to drown, he remembers the hurt in his face and his willingness to die just to see Tommy safe. Every time he closes his eyes it's all he sees.

Wilbur stands up tall and strong in front of himself and plasters on the face of a warrior, a face that dream and George and sapnap will forever fear. He vows on this day that he will teach them what true fear feels like, no more kind words or friendly disputes.

He doesn't care about making allies or keeping peace.

His city is in danger

His mind is broken

His friends are traumatized

Eret is dead

And Wilbur wants vengeance.

If dream wants war, he’ll give him war.

#wilbur soot #tommyinnit #tubbo #the eret #fundy #technoblade #is mentioned #dream smp war #dream smp #mcyt #crime au #im so sorry about this #this wasnt fun to write #just wait till i get to the part where jshlatt comes to town

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writtenfan · 4 years

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Asmodeus’s Captives

Prompt: Lucifer is being held captive by Asmodeus, weakened in magical drunken haze, and tortured by the juiced up Prince of Hell. Yet, all that’s on his mind is finding you.

SpnLucifer x FemReader Warning: Some swears, body fluids and a little blood.

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"Blah, blah blah blah...I don't care, I don't care...where is she?" His voice croaks. He clears his throat and spits blood onto the floor.

"Oh hang tight will ya, she's doin' mighty fine...and she'll stay that way... if you corporate"

Lucifer's gaze hangs on Asmodeus, although it was getting harder as his head bobbed up and down and wobbled to and fro. "I'm...I'm gonna-" Lucifer starts laughing as he swings his head back and falls into the back of the seat.

"-Uuuhhh...WHERE IS SHE?! He screams, his eyes flickering red while the lights flicker off and on in the cell.

He rolled his head back around and slumped over in his chair with a smile. His arms strained behind his back "...I'm gonna...heh- I'm gonna slaughter y-you highbred redneck."

Asmodeus, wipes the angel blade in his hand using a white cloth and moves over to a small wooden table next to Lucifer. He takes a vial of moving white essence and proceeds to pour it on the blade and then, drink the rest. Lucifer, watching this continues to laugh.

"Now...it would be best if you'd shut that mouth of yours." He admired the blade in the dim light of the cell room and turns to Lucifer with an angry scowl.

Lucifer gargles in response and spits at Asmodeus, the blood loogie hitting his chest and trailing down his white suit, which has survived the previous torture with care. Asmodeus scowled and snatches the white cloth up and dabs at the dripping red spit, and slams the cloth back down on the table.

"Now, you know this ain't no Arkansas toothpick." Asmodeus chuckles as he turns the blade in his hands admiring its craftsmanship. "Especially with the kick from you insane little brother.." Lucifer rolls his eyes,

"I don't care about him, where is (y/n)-'"

"-AND IF YOU DON'T SHUT UP!! With all that nonsense..." He presses the tip against the side of Lucifer's stomach and Lucifer lets out a groan in response. "I'm gonna slice open this breadbasket of yours." He mutters as he presses the tip into his skin.

Lucifer lets out a pained yell and muttered curses as his blood seeps through his shirt. "Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck You and Oh. Fuck. You!" he hisses through his teeth as he jolts himself towards Asmodeus with a grimace.

"That's not very cordial of you." Asmodeus twists the blade further into his stomach and Lucifer growls through his teeth. His eyes flickering between red and blue. "What what do I expect...all rank and no class."

"Class my ass....besides that stick isn't gonna do much on me Asmodeus!" Lucifer laughs as he watches the white-suited prince slide the blade out of him, only for the wound to begin healing. "Even with that little Archangel juice from my, annoyingly not dead, psycho brother Gabriel." He rolls his shoulders with a grin and straightens his posture, wobbling still.

"...And once this funny juice is all out of my system, I'm gonna kill ya. I'm gonna kill you and shove my fist down that Aristocracy assho-"

Asmodeus punches Lucifer and his head swings in the direction of the punch.

His blood flicking across the walls the floor and Asmodeus's face. Lucifer's blond hair, flicking in the wind and sticking up all over the place. Yet he only chuckled as his head hung down. He slowly tilted his head to Asmodeus, his red eyes staying in action this time.

"Where is she?" he drunkenly sings as the blood drips from his mouth. "Tell me Asmo, and I make you die a fraction less painful~"

Asmodeus scowled at the king and grabbed his matted dark blond hair, yanking it back as he positioned the tip of the blade over his jugular.

"I find it so cute that the almighty Lucifer has his own little strumpet..." Lucifer stopped laughing and blankly stared at the wall in which his head was being forced, his smile gone.

"Such a pretty little thing...poor girl. Stuck with the devil himself. Oh, I think once I'm through with you...and find that Lance of Micheal, making sure you're damned to the empty foreva'..." " I'll keep her company, she'll need a strong shoulder to cry on when her darling Lucifer is gone." He taps the blade's tip against Lucifer's neck and craned his head to look into the empty red eyes of his former King.

"Until I get bored that is, then after I'm done with her, I'll end her." Lucifer's jaw clenched and unclenched as he ground his teeth, trying to lock eyes with Asmodeus. "Maybe even...see how tasty that little soul of her's is."

The walls begin to swirl in Lucifer's vision, but the anger inside him prevents him from going out cold. His eyes keep their red glow as he tries to crane his head back to face the lowly prince but Asmodeus slams the hilt of the blade against his forehead whacking his head down.

Lucifer closes his eyes and tries to concentrate.

Yet, Asmodeus yanks Lucifer's head back up and lets him go, as his cell phone rings in his pocket.

He twirls the blade in his hand as his other takes the phone. He looks at the screen and wipes a strand of hair from his eye with the back of his bladed hand. "I'm gonna need to take this..." he holds the phone to his ear but gives Lucifer a glance before he walks to the door, opens it, and exists.

Lucifer's eyes flicker back to blue and he lets out an exhausted exhale.

"Come on Luci, feel that energy, that sweet sweet energy..." He mutters as spit and blood trails down his mouth. He closes his eyes and starts humming. "Come on....where are ya at..." he thinks to himself. Suddenly his mind's eyes show scattered images of a van, the inside...and your legs. Your legs chained together, your eyes covered. Your mouth gagged.

His eyes snap open and he starts hyperventilating. He then doubles over and proceeds to throw up clear liquid stained by his blood. The vomit spreads on the concrete floor and slides towards a drain in the middle of the room. He smacks his lips and lets out an eww as the taste in his mouth hits him. He then sits tall as if nothing had happened. He blinks and notices his vision getting clearer.

"Oh, wow. Better out than in is right..." He runs his tongue across his upper teeth and tries to puke again and sighs with the lack of success. "I feel like one of those bulimic teens." he sticks out his tongue and tries to get the taste out his mouth.

His attention snaps to the door as it unlocks and swings open.

"Now I'm gonna have to leave ya here to stew...when I get back, with Gabriel recaptured. I'll make sure we continue this little shindig of ours."

Lucifer nods as if what Asmodeus was saying was reasonable, "Alright then... but how about instead you piss off you Kentucky c-"

Asmodeus throws the blade into the Lucifer's upper chest and Lucifer lets out a pained shout and stamps his foot against the ground.

The door locks and Lucifer wince at the blade, feeling the throbbing pain ooze throughout his body. "Shake if off...shake it off..." he sings to himself as he bites hard on his lip and slumps against the back of his chair. A few minutes passed before Lucifer could power through the pain, the potion was wearing off and he started to feel his strength powering up his healing progress again.

He shook his head, " Wooo, alright. Stay on track Lucifer. Slaughter the Southern Slavemaster later. First find, my only reason for living, and only barrier from me not completely tearing this whole universe apart."

He looked at the hilt of the blade in his chest and tilts his head to the side, and within a second it flings out of his body, the hole healing itself instantly. His vision got foggy again and he felt like he was going to puke, but couldn't, instead a dribble of saliva dropped to the floor as he tried.

"I do my...haaiiir toss," he says in a pained but laughing tone as he shakes his head, swallowing back some bile in the process.

"Check my nails." He breaks apart the handcuffs that held him together, and they melted as they fell to the floor. He flexes his hand in front of him.

"Baby how you FEELIN?!'" He rocks himself up and snaps the cuffs on his ankles kicking them across the room rather dramatically as he spun around and faced his chair, shooting finger guns at it and blasting it into the wall. He holds his hands to the sides of his mouth and leans back shouting at the ceiling "Feeling good as Hell!" He sings as he gives his body a shake and smoothes out his shirt and flicks some dried blood off his pants.

Without looking he throws up his hand and the door behind him broke from its hinges and slammed into the nearest physical object. Which happened to be a strolling demon. He then let out a loud and rather monstrous shout and all the lights in the building exploded.

Leaving all who were inside, in pitch darkness. The only light coming from the glowing red eyes, that all who came across in this building, saw as the last thing in their after-lives.

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You're tied up on a blanket in the back of a van. Your senses dulled by the drugs used to make you compliant.

You hear a sound, a distant scream. A splatter. Another scream, seemingly so far away. Yet the air hits the side of your face. You cant see, its pitch dark. You hear a muffled voice as if underwater. Hands rush to take off what binds your hands and legs, although you can hardly feel them do so.

The wrap around your eyes reveals a foggy world and a foggy form. A man. He presses you into his chest. He smells of rust.

He presses his lips against your head and holds you against his chest. His arms, so warm, his chest. So damp. His voice repeating something over and over. His kiss sends tingles down your head.

You open your eyes and look at his face.

You try and wrap your arms around him, but you're weak. He presses his hands against the side of your face as he pulls back. A blinding light and suddenly all your senses rush back. Overwhelming you.

You shut your eyes as your vision clears in an instant. The noise of his breathing accompanied by the words-

"-Yeah, there we go...hey...hey feeling better?" He whispers into your ear as he pulls you in and sits you on his lap as he leans his back against the hole he made.

You give him a nod and a few soft words and he shushes you.

Despite your feeling physically better. You're emotionally worn out.

"They really just gave you the perfect dose. Even an addict with a high tolerance would be right at pearly gates by now." He punches the side of the van, right through the metal, you jolt against his chest as he does this and you let out a distressed moan.

"Sorry...oooh sorry." He wraps his arms around you and rocks gently.

"I'm surprised...and relieved that you didn't die," he whispers as he smoothes his hand across the side of your face.

"You think they would be more careful considering who I am but no...yeah let's kill Lucifers sweetheart, see how that holds up once he realizes she's dead...idiots. At least leave some playing cards left in the deck to play."

He wipes the crust from the corner of your eyes and your runny nose with his sleeve.

Suddenly the air around you shifts and your hearing pop.

You slowly open your eyes and Lucifer is holding you back in the apartment you've been staying together in.

"I missed you...I missed you so much." his voice croaked as he said this.

"I- I can't, I won't let this happen again." he holds you tighter.

"But I'll personally deal with everyone involved with what happened...pinky promise.~"

#spn imagine #spn lucifer #spn x reader #spn lucifer x reader #lucifer supernatural #supernatural lucifer x reader #supernatural x reader

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powerosewaterpuff · 3 years

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YO ITS ME AGAIN , so um , some fear gas content in your au please , like fear gased dick and big bro jason comfort him

i genuinely have no excuse as to why this is so late, but oh my god school has been up my ass lately and i haven’t been able to get back into the groove of writing so I took this as an opportunity to build on that a bit. so tysm for the prompt! i rlly rly appreciate it hehe and again this had no excuse to be as late as it was ngl. but again this is my robin reversal au with jason being the oldest (i cant think of a good early hero name though ugh!) and dick being younger than him so enjoy! also so dick isn’t officially robin (he only does that when jason dies), but the persona still exists and he will join on major missions but bruce still has him in training so casual patrols are a no unless they have no other option for back up yk?

tw// there’s a slight mention of needles! it’s super short but i wanna be on the safe side as well as mild mention of cuts and scratches!

it took prodding. begging. and absolutely pleading to get bruce to agree to let jason and dick patrol together on their own. dick and or robin was not a constant on patrols with jason and bruce, as bruce wanted to ensure dick was fully equppied and trained before rushing into the field. it didn’t matter how much dick whined, or complained, or did as twice as many flipping kicks in training, the answer was always a solid no unless supervised or it was necessary. so it was a massive stretch to assume that bruce would agree to let them patrol together. they were practically in shock as bruce gave a nod after a few moments of silence. he even surprised himself. maybe it was the puppy eyed stare (mostly dick), or the reassurances that alfred would be on their comms the entire time, or even the full promise by jason that everything would be alright, but something made bruce say yes. more field training would be more than beneficial for dick anyways, (and that bright smile his youngest gave him and tight squeeze of a hug from his eldest didn’t hurt either).

the only promise jason was going to be able to fulfil was that scarecrow was going to rue the fucking day he decided to rear his ugly face out of arkham. it didn’t matter that bruce was beating the living shit out of him, holding no punches. jason was still brimming with rage. he hopped rooftop to rooftop, whipping his head around wildly as he searched for a fear gassed blur of neon colours. he wished he had been fucking a nanosecond faster, to reach out and pull dick from the blast of fear gas that swam through his nose and induced him in this fucking crazed frenzy. dick had just taken off his mask, right as jason was telling him to wait before bruce gave them the signal, and now jason was scouring the streets of gotham trying to find his brother. (he was going to fucking break scarecrow’s face, if bruce hadn’t already)

jason’s life was never one attributed with luck, it seemed like every possible slot in his pile was stacked firmly against him. except for when out of the corner of his vision he saw a stumbling mesh of a yellow cape climb onto a roof to his left. jason, took this as his initiative to attempt to stealthily sneak up next to dick, using his dark costume as an advantage.

he crept gently over to the building as he saw dick stumble onto his knees and he winced a bit as blood began to trickle down dick’s leg from the gashes beginning to form. dick was looking around wildly, almost in a desperate search for something. now, jason would’ve waited. he should’ve waited. bruce has drilled into his mind that dealing with victims of fear gas had to be done as meticulously and carefully as possible. dick shouldn’t have been any different, jason was able to hold to hold himself back. or he should’ve been able to.

it wasn’t until he saw dick scream out for his mother in a guttural rasp and leap towards the railings of the rooftop, did jason feel his legs take off as he stretched out, and managed to secure an arm around dick firmly. dick screeched even louder, wailing for his mother as he dug his nails into jason’s arms. jason gritted his teeth tightly but held on, because fuck that hurt. dick struggled and pushed, stamping his foot against jason’s leg and attempting to squirm out of his hold. but jason held on.

jason began attempting to reason with dick, he leaned his head down and gently placed it against dick’s. he murmured a bunch of fucking nothing as dick sobbed his throat raw. jason leaned closer to dick’s ear as dick began to shake in fear rather than anger and shut his eyes tight.

“dick? it’s jason, it’s just me. we’re on some fucking rooftop somewhere, and you are safe. okay? i’m holding you, and you’re safe, nothing is going to happen. bruce is gonna be here soon, and everything is going to be okay. i know you’re seeing god knows what, but i’m gonna get you out of this alright? i-i promise.”

jason couldn’t say he wasn’t dumbfounded when dick stopped angrily squirming around and began pressing his face into jason’s chest, with fat tears streaming down his face as he let out a wet sob. jason hesitantly wrapped his slightly bleeding arms around dick even tighter, curling up around him as he tried to push out the sound of dick’s sobs. he was never exactly good at dealing with dicks tears, he hated them so fucking much.

it didn’t take long for batman to arrive on the scene, but it was a scene he didn’t exactly like. his oldest son was cradling his youngest son as he heaved and sobbed. bruce silently stalked over, tapping jason on the shoulder as he waved his hands quietly, indicating that he could take dick off of his hands. jason was, not surprisingly, hesitant. (that untrustful hesitance was something, no matter how far jason did with his recovery, would always exist. that need to protect himself, or anyone he could care about no matter who it was against. that deeply rooted and innate need for self preservation, it marred jason’s soul with broad brush strokes. fading, but never leaving. )

jason almost shook himself into realization, realizing it was batman who was standing in front of him, and not someone of possible harm. he slowly unfurled his arms around dick, but was once again left dumbfounded when dick gripped onto the back of his uniform even tighter. the once muffled sobs got louder as dick desperately tried to hold onto jason. jason felt bruce’s stare, fucking digging into him, but he found himself not caring as he quickly curled back around dick. rocking back and forth, not bothering with the useless platitudes but keeping a firm lock on the back of dick’s neck and his waist. he peered up at batman and caught his gaze, and with a hushed agreement, they nodded at each other.

jason looped his arms around dick’s legs, his face twisting into a deeply set frown as dick’s sobs began morphing into hacking coughs, harsh and volatile. he managed to get himself standing upright as he pressed a kiss onto dick’s tear stained check, whilst still rubbing his back. the pain of others always had physically manifestions on jason. he fucking hated it. his mother would be splayed out on the couch, muttering incoherent fucking nonsense and jason would feel bile sting at the back of his throat, almost tempting him to kneel over and lurch as his body shook violently. and now, hearing dick’s fragmented breaths and shaky sobs, he felt like doing just that.

it had taken an effort, to get jason and dick safely off of the roof, and at the end bruce opted into scooping jason up who had dick clinging onto him like a koala, and simply carrying them both into the batmobile. alfred has already been long informed of the situation and had been able to promptly prepare an antidote that would be ready for their arrival. that did not mean, of course, that dick was compliant in taking the antidote. it took shushing and holding and soft whispers to get him to stop squirming enough for the needle to safely prick through his skin. alfred had opted to use little superman stickers afterwards, they were always dick’s favourite.

it had taken a while for dick to become conscious again, as alfred had added just a touch of sedatives to the antidote. just to help dick relax. when he did wake up, the world around him looking slightly fuzzy around the corners, he found himself encased in two sets of arms. was he in bruce’s bed? dick attempted to sit up but was met with a hand in his face pushing him back down, he turned his head to the side to be met with hazy lime green eyes and a lazy smile.

“dickie, sleep. now. you’ll wake up bruce— dont look at me like that he’s a light sleeper and you fucking know it. now go back to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

“I just woke up though, why am I going back to slee-.”

“sh. your voice is too loud this early in the morning.”

“you’re so annoyin—and get your hand off of me!”

“make me—slapping my hand isn’t doing anything, bud.”

“shut up. i didn’t ask.”

“you’re still not making me”

“i’ll kick you.”

“do it. c’mon. do it right now.”

“fine—stop pinching my cheeks, jay! ow, ow, ow.”

“stop kicking me, then i’ll stop pinching.”

“that’s not fair! who made you the king of rules, assh-.”

“boys.”

“sorry bruce.”

“i’m sorry, B.”

“i’ll whoop your ass tomorrow.”

“I’d like to see you try, you old sack of bones.”

and with a roll of the eyes, a feathery soft kiss was pressed into dick’s forehead. a soft smile curled at dicks lips afterwards, a warm fire nestling in his heart drove the lingering hazy darkness away. dick nuzzled closer into the bed sheets as the two sets of arms encasing him only held on tighter. all curled under the fluffy bedsheets as the morning sun began to rise on the horizon, seeping through the cracks of the dark curtains as a kaleidoscope of colours painted the early morning sky.

fin.

i rlly should’ve made this longer with a little more detail but i haven’t gotten back into the groove of creative writing yet so take this with a grain of salt lmao. but anywho tysm for reading and tysm for the prompt! again i rlly wanna get back into creative writing so hopefully i’ll written sm shit? hopefully? maybe? idk? but again tysm for reading and i am so so sorry for how long this took :]!!

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falcor-thee-luck-dragon · 4 years

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What a Time to be Alive- Diego Hargreeves x reader Season I

Chapter 10- The White Violin Part 2

Summary: After a less then stellar time at the bowling alley, you and the Hargreeves must find a way to stop Vanya during her concert tonight, doing whatever it takes.

Masterlist - where all the other chapters are⚔️

Warning: Reader gets stabby again, enjoy

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Maneuvering your way out of the ball gutter area, you stumble a bit while getting out, a steady pair of hands catching your waist before you can face plant into the concrete. “Y/N, you cant keep falling for me in front of my family, it’s getting embarrassing.” Quips Diego breathlessly, lifting you up to face him, “Hilarious.” You deadpan, pulling away and readjusting your blood spotted jacket. His face shifts to that of a concerned boyfriend in an instant, “You were shot...look...a bloody hole in your thigh.” He says pointing towards the damage, you feel the fabric of your black jeans. The small hole is indeed wet with your blood, you let out a snort, you never even felt it. “Huh..the bullet must have went straight through. Didn’t even know.” You whisper, shaking your head, how you managed to completely ignore the shot, still surprises you, but now is not the time to think about it.

“Shit! We gotta go!” You tell Diego as you start jogging down the hallway towards the exit. He follows close behind, as more bullets rickashay off the cement walls in the background.

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It’s a short sprint to the Icarus Theater but fortunately the five of you make it. No personnel is waiting outside to take your tickets and the doors happen to be unlocked. Guess they weren’t expecting highly trained childhood superheroes to come barging into a theater to stop their sister from causing the apocalypse. It could have happened to anyone really.

You race up the marble staircase, the other Hargreeves rushing up behind you. The beautiful sounds of an orchestra are floating on the air and into your ears, you’d be thoroughly enjoying it, if not for the dire situation. Suddenly Allison puts a hand on Luther’s large chest, stopping him with what she just wrote down on her notepad. You halt in your tracks, Diego sidestepping you so he won’t crash into your back as he turns around as well. I need to go alone. Is what Allison wrote, Luther’s blinks in confusion, “Wha...Allison, I can’t let you do that, all right? She’s beyond reasoning.” He argues firmly, she stares at him defiantly.

“You hear the music? It’s started.” States Diego, implying everyone needs to hurry up and take action now. You can’t help yourself and snort, “Yeah...we got ears.” You whisper sarcastically, he just rolls his eyes at you while holding in a smile, probably not the best time to be a smart-ass but stressful situations and use of sarcasm is how you cope.

“Do you honestly think she’s gonna listen? After everything that’s happened?” Continues Luther, trying to reason with a pleading Allison who just wants to save Vanya from herself.

“We don’t have time for this.” Says Klaus nervously, Luther finally caves and off Allison goes, racing towards the doors to the concert. The four of you watch her bound up the carpeted steps, “You’re using her as a distraction, aren’t you?” Says Diego to Luther, already onto his plan.

“Our best chance to incapacitate Vanya.” Luther replies glancing at Diego. You cross your arms, “Maybe if we leave her alone she won’t do anything and after the concert we can sort this shit out. I highly doubt Vanya’s in the mood to see any one of us right now....Especially you, she hates you the most” You explain to them, Luther furrows his brow at you. “Thanks. But we can’t risk Vanya accidentally doing anything dangerous.” He tells you, you turn to him. “Now you sound like Reginald, great.” Luther gives you an offended look, before deciding otherwise in arguing further with you. He makes for the stairs, as Klaus follows behind, Diego nudging you to follow them. “So, what’s the plan?” Wonders Klaus, as Luther stops on the steps to answer him. “Uh, you wait out front.” He tells Klaus, as you and Diego walk through the open doorway, you don’t care enough to stick around and listen.

You follow Diego through hallways and finally you make it backstage, Luther appearing on the opposite side of you two from across the stage. “I’m just throwing leaves in the wind here, but how is this an honestly good plan?” You whisper yell at Diego, he stops to look at you, who’s to his left. Your face is glowing in the red stage lights, making you look like an alluring creature from another world, and for a second he’s lost in your beauty. You’ve unintentionally stunned him in the most inconvenient of places, his heart pounds with adrenaline. “Uh...um...it’s all we got.” He fumbles on his words, not truly sure what to say that would convince you. He already knows you’re not gun ho for this plan anyways, but what other options do you all have. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or stupid measures thought up by a guy who’s half-monkey, never moved out of the Academy, and lived on the moon for four fucking years.

“God, she sounds amazing.” You mutter to no one in particular as you start to listen to Vanya’s solo, a second later Diego goes racing across the stage exactly when Luther does. “Wait! Diego, stop!” You yell at deaf ears, he’s already throwing himself at Vanya. She snaps around and whips a slash of white energy at him and Luther. Launching them into the screaming crowd, you make a break for it as the other instrumentalists stand up from their seating. She turns around once again to project another powerful wave of force into the orchestra, silently demanding them to sit. You’re unfortunately pushed roughly off stage, harshly tumbling into the theater chairs, you smack into a metal chair, falling to the floor with the wind knocked out of you. People rush past your injured body unaware to your gasping for breath, to concerned with getting the hell away from the weird glowing eyed lady on stage. You don’t blame them, none of them were clearly prepared for how their night just ended.

You stand up, hearing the shouts of Diego and Luther, as they attempt to direct traffic as orderly as possible. Within thirty more seconds the place is completely vacant, you dart for behind some chairs near where Diego and Luther are hiding. “She’s stronger than expected.” Breathes Diego, surprised from Vanya’s impressive display of power. “Yeah.” Agrees Luther, suddenly getting smacked in the face with Allison’s notepad. She throws him an agitated pout, you’re to her right, in the next row over. Shaking your head disapprovingly at him in a half-joking and half-serious way. “Yeah. We’re fine thanks for asking.” He jabs back before continuing, focusing on Allison, “Look, I almost lost you once, all right. I wasn’t about to lose you again.” He tells her earnestly.

“Wow that’s real fucking adorable...but now we’re in a load of shit thanks to you two dunderheads.” You snap at him, annoyed with how rapidly the nights events are terribly going. Luther gives you a defeated look as Diego speaks up, “Well, so much for the element of surprise. What else you got?” He asks Luther, Allison starts to quickly make a gesture of her playing a ghost violin.

“No shit Allison. Tell us something we don’t already know.” Diego grumbles sarcastically, you roll your eyes at him. “She’s referring to the violin dipshit, we need to take it from her.” You sass back, the rest of them glancing over the seats to watch Vanya play. You catch the sound of boots quietly making contact with the red carpeting of the theater. Then a moment later, gunfire blasts through the area, screaming into your eardrums. “Fucking hell.” You mutter through clenched teeth as you hold your hands to your ears, ducking lower to the floor.

“What the hell happened to Klaus? He’s supposed to be lookout!” Shouts Diego from the floor. “Yeah are you surprised.” Answers Luther, who’s attempting to sink to the ground as low as he possibly can. When you look up again you watch as a sudden bright flash of blue appears from out of nowhere, less then a nanosecond later arrives Five.

“What’s with all the lollygagging?” He wonders while walking down the wide isle, completely oblivious to the masked murderers. “Five get down!” Roars Luther as bullets rain down next to Five. He lets out a surprised gasp as he quickly ducks in between the smaller isles. “Five...wha...I thought you bailed on us?” Questions Luther.

“I had an errand to run.” He vaguely explains, looking around wide eyed at the current carnage, “This is not good.”

“You know these guys?” Inquires Diego, assuming this mess has something to do with Five and the wack shit he gets himself into, not to mention the rest of you.

“Yeah, I do.” He simply says.

“And?”

“Well...we’re screwed.” Five announces worriedly, while looking back up the isle at the approaching assassins. He then turns his head to find you who’s watching the masked gunmen slowly walking your way. “Y/N! If you could manage to get one of their guns...then maybe we’d have a chance.” Yells Five as Diego throws some of his knives directly into the chests of more Commission assassins.

“Great idea! Cause I would love to get shot through my fucking scull!” You scream back, sarcasm dripping through every word. You’re fast, but unfortunately there are a grand multitude of guys with automatic rifles who could give two shits if you die or not. You’d make it to your guy, but you’d also be dead before you could do anything destructive, and getting shot is not a very pleasant feeling by any means. But before Five has time to reply with his own ounce of sarcasm, Klaus comes bursting through the theater doors yelling about seeing Cha-Cha and that she’s apparently coming to kill us. Or something along those lines, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to hear as your ears are ringing with all this noise.

Scrunching up your eyes, you shake your head and cover your sensitive ears in a desperate attempt to collect your bearings once again. When you open your eyes ready to suck it up and take one for the team, you look over with wide eyes to the sight of ghost Ben, who’s releasing the tentacle monster from within himself and presently strangling and smashing the fuck out of the masked gunmen. You share a shocked glance with Diego, the both of you completely astounded as to how the hell Klaus is able to do whatever it is he’s currently doing.

Your nose catches the scent of something you’ve been hunting for the past week, head snapping to the stage, you scowl at the blooded assassin before you. Who’s giving you an equally nasty look that’s practically inviting you to take the bait. Without another thought, you stand up, racing down the wide isle to meet your foe. Ignoring the mumbled yells of Diego and the others, you’re solely focused on ending Cha-Cha once and for all. It takes you less then three seconds to reach her, before slamming her harshly into the cement wall at the back of the stage. She falls to the floor with a grunt, as you slowly walk over to her, eyeing up your prey like a she-wolf to an injured doe. She scrambles to pick herself up, jumping to her feet in an instant, fists clenched and ready to fight.

“You’re good at what you do, I’ll give you that.” You tell her casually, unawares to the fiery glow subconsciously emitting from your irises. She lets out a ragged cough, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion at your eyes color change.

“Yeah well, you’ll have your time to see how great I am at it, and then when I’m done with you, I’ll pay your boyfriend a little visit.” She snaps at you, her voice dripping with malice. You only chuckle at her sad attempt at holding any ground in the conversation.

“If I didn’t want you to suffer you’d be dead already...I’m not feeling particularly gracious this evening.” Your voice is calm and collected as you tilt your head to her, fully enjoying the growing fear emitting from her injured body, although she hides it well. “You’re already half dead. But I’ll oblige and see if you really do know how to kill someone who can’t be killed.” She bitterly sneers at you while you smirk at her, silently egging her on to do something. Your hopes answered as she lunges for you, it’s an easy dodge to the right, as you smash your fist into her left rib cage. She lets out a rasped breath at the sudden impact.

Cha-Cha turns around to let more fists fly violently in your direction, you bring your forearms up to block a hit to your left then your right, then your face and then to your vulnerable chest. You can tell she’s giving everything, as you’re just toying with her. Your fight turns into that of a dance, the both of you throwing jabs at each other as you waltz around the backstage of the Icarus Theater. Her foot cracks you in the side of your knee, sending a white hot pain throughout your body, as you drop to the floor from the sudden jolting impact. She then laughs while taking this golden opportunity to kick you savagely in the stomach. Your vision goes spotty as she beats into you, until you look up to find Diego, watching the two of you from the stage. That’s all the motivation you need, before reaching out your hand to promptly halt anymore of Cha-Cha’s violent advances.

You pull her down, letting go as you stand up to face her once again, a single red trickle of blood painting down the corner of your mouth. When she stands up to launch herself at you, you swing your leg up, effectively smashing her across the head. She stumbles to the floor, dazed at your quick attack. Your steps are fast, as your fists are on her once again, laying into her with all your pent up emotions, finally gushing out in an array of violent brutality. She’s underneath you, desperately holding her arms up to help cover her already bruised face.

You’re screaming with rage and anguish for your fallen friend Patch and everyone else who’s ever needlessly died at the hands of Cha-Cha. Your fists are raw and covered in blood as you rip open her jacket sleeves with each new hit, making way into her bloody arms and face. You don’t notice the tears streaming down your face, when a hand suddenly touches your shoulder. Your head whipping to the side, staring daggers at whoever dare stop you. It’s Diego, he looks at you with sad eyes, staring deep into your glowing orbs of hellfire. He shakes his head while giving you a pleading look, beckoning you to stop your vicious tirade on Cha-Cha and to follow him. You look back down at her through your bleary eyes, blood and purpled flesh adorning her miserable features as she slowly lets in and out shallowed breaths from her pathetic spot on the floor.

You raise yourself off of her, standing defiantly above her like a tired warrior after a long battle. She opens one eye to look pitifully up at your blood spotted face. You step to the side to then glare down at her, your burning eyes meeting her wretched grimace.

“Get up.”

The corners of her lips curl into a wicked grin, as she lets out a strained wheeze, her last attempt at a comprehensible laugh. To your great astonishment, Cha-Cha begins to begrudgingly peel her bloodied body off of the cement floor. Bringing herself onto her knees then to her feet, she’s breathing heavily and swaying slightly, dizzy from the ferocious beating you just gave her. She spits out a wad of blood as her good eye glances over to Diego, who hasn’t moved a muscle, praying that he’ll make you follow him and leave her in peace. You look from Diego then back to Cha-Cha, your face a mask of stone.

“Patch wouldn’t want me to kill you...you know. She’d tell me something wise and how we can be good, even when we are full of hate and rage towards the ones who’ve wronged us.” More tears fall from your conflicted face, running down to your chin as hot and angry little droplets, “I liked her...she was nice and smart, believed in people and was good at her job.....she was my friend...Eudora didn’t deserve a bullet through her chest, but you killed her anyways. Just like all the others.” Cha-Cha opens up her arms, giving you a defeated shrug, she has nothing else to say to you. You give her a weary nod, as Diego comes up to your side, touching your arm in an attempt at leading you away.

“I wish I could be like her...but I’m not.” You whisper truthfully, pulling out a spare dagger from Diego’s leather knife vest, only to plunge it directly into Cha-Cha’s windpipe. Her eyes shoot open at the sudden impact, her hands reaching up to try and pull you away. But your arm’s to quick, you pull the silver blade out of her neck as blood spurts from the opened wound. She tries desperately to cover the damage, but her attempts are wasted as she falls to her knees in despair. You watch her stare on wide eyed at your unflinching form, while she abruptly falls to the cold ground. Bleeding out before your very eyes, your emotions are all over the place and you feel like you’re about to cry or scream or both everything building up and up and up. Diego turns your shoulder to face him, “Y/N we gotta go save the world. Babe are you with me?” He tells you quietly, looking deeply into your tearfully glowing eyes. You part your lips, about to say something but nothing comes out but a heavy stressed huff of air. You’re not entirely sure if you’re about to lose it or not, you’re angry over Patch’s death, you just killed Cha-Cha, and the apocalypse is supposed to happen very soon. Wiping out your whole world, the Hargreeves, and Diego. The one person you can trust with your life, and the one person you’ve loved since you were a teenager. Honestly the only person you’ve ever truly loved.

“I’m with you. Ride or die remember.” You reply, wiping the wetness from your face and giving him back his knife. He gives you a lopsided smile, taking your shaking hand and swiftly leading you to the others.

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“Oh, welcome back. Where were you two?” Questions Luther, the rest of the Hargreeves closely positioned around him, all of them watching as you and Diego walk closer into the group circle.

“Murder.” You answer bluntly. He makes a confused facial expression and nods, not sure what that was implying but then again with you, he doesn’t really wanna know.

“So how do you wanna end this thing?” Shouts Diego over the roaring sounds of white energy and Vanya’s violin playing.

“We surround her. All right? We come at her from all angles.” Instructs Luther as the rest of you lean in to hear better.

“So it’s a suicide mission.” Whispers Klaus sadly.

“Yeah, but one of us could get through. It’s the only chance we’ve got.” States Five setting up the actual plan, well at least the best one the group could come up with. Either way, things aren’t looking good whatsoever and you’re not 100% certain if you’ll actually survive.

“Are we all in?” Says Luther while glancing around the six of you. All of you nod as he continues to lead, pointing to Diego first, “Stage left.” Then to himself, “Stage right.”

“Allison?”

Diego turns around to race up the isle as Luther focuses his attention on the rest of you, “You guys take the front.” With everything to lose you leave Luther and Allison as you run through the smaller isles next to Klaus and Five, your heartbeat pounding with adrenaline and fear. While Klaus takes the left corner of the chairs and Five takes the right. You jump over a couple rows to bring your way to the front of the theater. Vanya plays on, oblivious to everything that’s going on around her, blissfully unaware in her moment of music and light. It hurts your sensitive ears and the pure light radiating from Vanya is no help either to your hyper-aware senses. You hear the yell or battle-cry of Luther instructing everyone to charge.

You don’t think twice as you jump to your feet, launching yourself over the edge of the stage and bracing yourself for impact when you take out Vanya. Everything happens so fast, a second later you feel like you’re being blinded as the floor and your boots appear to not be making contact anymore. Unless you were just teleported to a zero gravity room, things aren’t adding up. When you squint open your eyes once again, you’re surprised to find yourself and everyone else suspended in midair by Vanya’s energy tentacles. You’re placed in the center with the Hargreeves boys to your left and right. Their faces seem to contort into a pained expression as you notice how Vanya’s sucking their life force from each of you. But due to your rapid healing abilities it’s not affecting you as terribly, it feels like the wind is constantly being knocked out of you and it’s getting harder to breath by the second. Without warning you hear a piercing blast scream through the air, whatever it was, stopping Vanya from hurting you anymore.

The moment of peace short lived as you’re dropped to the thinly carpeted floor. You jolt to your feet once again as everyone races onto the stage to make sure Vanya and Allison are okay.

“Is she alive?” Rushes Luther worriedly as Allison holds an unconscious Vanya in her arms, the rest of you looking on in deep concern while Allison answers with a quick nod much to everyone’s relief. That and the normal rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat a solid indicator of her aliveness, not that they would be able to hear it though.

“We did it. We saved the world.” Smiles Luther with a relieved sigh, the others doing the same. Your stomach twists with the horrid sounds of something breaking from far away. You can’t place where it’s coming from until you turn your head to look up through the glass-less open theater dome. Your eyes widen at the bewildering sight of scattered pieces of the Moon racing towards earth. You slowly rise to your feet, Klaus catching your odd change in behavior, he turns to stand as well. His eyebrows raising in surprise, “Um. Guys? You see that big Moon rock coming towards us?” Asks Klaus, just making sure everyone’s on the same page.

“That’s not good.” States Luther matter-of-factly.

“So this is it, huh. So much for...saving the world.” Sighs Klaus sadly as he looks down at his dog-tags with longing and fond memories. Everyone is standing by now, except for Vanya and Allison who are still seated on the stage floor.

“If only Sir Reginald could see us right now, huh? The Umbrella Academy. A total failure.” Mutters Diego with a defeated tinge to his voice, you look over at him and then back at the destroyed Moon.

“I guess now I can finally see what it’s really like on the other side.” Diego turns his head to look at you, reaching his hand out for you to take, you interlock your fingers together as you smile at him sadly, “I hope it’s nice.”

“At least we’re together at the end. As a family.” Adds Luther, gaining the attention of Five.

“This doesn’t have to be the end.”

The four of you turn around to face him with equally confused faces, all of you doubtful in whatever Five’s about to tell you. “What? What are you saying, Five?”

“I think I have a way outta here. But you gotta trust me in this.” He pleads as Diego, Klaus, and Luther shake their heads and practically shrug him off, all of them extremely skeptical. “Well, then, we might as well accept our fate, because in less then a minute, we’re gonna be vaporized.”

“What do ya got Five. Cause if I’m being honest I don’t really have dying by flaming Moon chunks on my bucket list.” He looks at you with a new found determination and slight relief that someone is willing to listen. “We use my ability to time travel. But this time, I’ll take you all with me.”

“You can do that?” Wonders Diego.

“I don’t know. I’ve never tried it before.”

“What’s the worst that can happen?”

“You’re lookin’ at it. A 58-year-old man inside a child’s body, so there’s that.” Scoffs Five, still annoyed with how things turned out for him.

“Oh, what the hell? I’m in. You in Y/N?” Asks Diego while giving your hand a light squeeze.

“Let’s do this.”

“Yeah whatever. I’m in.” Adds Klaus.

“Me too. Allison?” Says Luther while looking down at Allison for an answer, she shakes her head in agreeance, it appears everyone’s on the same page, even Ben.

“Okay great. Luther, grab Vanya.” Instructs Five as the seven of you gather into a circle.

“Wait, should we be taking her? I mean, if she’s the cause of the apocalypse. Isn’t that like taking a bomb with us?”

“The apocalypse will always happen, and Vanya will always be the cause, unless we take her with us and fix her.” Explains Five to an unsure Luther, the rest of you nod in understanding.

“No man left behind. Now Five get us the fuck outta here.” You quickly add, as everyone joins together to hold hands while Five begins using his powers. Suddenly a bright blue light starts to appear right above everyone’s heads, indicating the opening of Five’s time portal. Diego squeezes your hand again, you returning the favor while giving him a hopeful smile.

“Ah.” Yells Five, working through the pain and exhaustion of bringing seven people into another decade or wherever you’re about to go. You can feel the tingling of electricity buzzing throughout the air as blue and white waves of energy begin surging all around you.

“Hold on! It’s gonna get messy!” He shouts over the loud wooshing sounds created by his time-traveling abilities, your own ears suffering along with it.

You take one last glance at Diego before your vision is taken over by the incredibly blinding lights of the blue portal. You can’t hear anyone anymore and your whole body feels like it’s in a zero gravity room, you feel for Diego or Klaus’ hand but to your panic you can’t feel them anymore. A second later the portal opens up, giving you a good view of a nearby trash can and solid concrete down below you as you’re spit out of the sky in rapid succession. You suddenly can’t see the blue energy of the portal anymore or feel the electricity around you as you free-fall straight into some discarded trash.

#the umbrella academy #diego hargreeves #diego hargreeves x reader #diego hargreeves x you #the umbrella academy x reader #what a time to be alive fic #falcor the luck dragon stories #number two #tua #tua season one

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luvargas · 3 years

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i think i just saw LUCILA “ LU ” VARGAS ride by on a golf cart . at least i think it was her . after all , CREDIT IN THE STRAIGHT WORLD BY HOLE was blasting on the transistor radio . maybe she was on her way to work , i hear she’s a PERSONAL TRAINER . but she totally could have been on her way to SNEAK IN A SMOKE AT THE GARDEN . guess we’ll never know . you’ll definitely know its her when you see LOOSE AND TANGLED HAND WRAPS , BUTTON BADGES ON VEGAN LEATHER , AND HEAR THE SHRILL SOUND OF BICKERING around the country club . let’s just hope she stays off the green after hours or else the sprinklers will get her !

( new muse, messy thoughts, u get the gist. pls know the views of this chara do not reflect my own. the name’s katya, 21, she/her pronouns & im ready 2 party. feel free to hmu wnvr or drop a like to plot n ill com 2 u ! x — oh n pls be a pal n read this quick disclaimer. tysm ! )

BASICS

24 years old

15 april 1997

5′1″ or 1.55m tall

bisexual cis woman, she/her

aries sun, aqua moon, and aqua rising

love languages : quality time & acts of service

BIO POINTS

kid o’ divorce, lived w her ma in chicago til she was 6 then w her dad in highlands til 14 then back to her ma !

def a daddys gorl. so used to her white pop’s leniency that livin w her strict latina ma durin her teen yrs was So Not Her Vibe ergo * cue her rebel grrrl phase *

did not finish hs ! left senior yr 2 to go w her “ radically progressive ” college bf to [ insert dev country. ] they broke up after a few mos but she kept at that life for a couple more yrs

seen some places. lived in new countries. done some shit. some good, some sus, but all generally well-intentioned. tis a whole thing but u get the gist, nywy !

lu’s back in da usa by 21. rel w the ma is strained but the pa is chill w stuff, they kept in touch. he said shell get her college fund if she gets her ged so she does !

her dad is v active n stuff so shes just always been v sporty w him. lu turnin 23 w zilch plans worried him so he implored her to get certified as a personal trainer ! n when she did, he called in a few favors w a pal he knows et voilà ! ur hired.

LU AT WORK

shes been workin at the country club fr a little over a yr now. most her clients are influencer-type gals n they luv her bc shes can take rlly cute pics n stuff for content. lu sorta likes some of em n she fakes the rest for the bread. u can bet she clowns all em richies behind their back

unless she got clients, catch her runnin’ about the club n minglin’ w the other workers. does it annoy mngmt ? yes. n she luvs that. but bc her soon-2-b-karen clients luv her n wont stand for her bein booted, she can milk that impunity

actually knows her shit n lowkey rlly enjoys the work. she picked back up the boxing n tae kwon do she did when she was younger plus she was always in the track team at school. v healthy lifestyle save for her smokin vice n the party moments

PERSONALITY

passionate ! has lotsa opinions. helluva a drama queen, bit of a loud mouth, argumentative n stubborn but her heart’s in the right place, albeit a lil misguided. comes w the whole activist bit, bitin her tongue just aint it. highkey makes everythin political n smtms gotta realize .,.,. it just aint that deep chief. some say shes needlessly defiant, but maybe thats a in the beholder typa thing ? fingers crossed 4 lu’s sake

fun, fun, fun ! can be real naggy but shes no buzzkill. wannabe anarchist-slash-mutineer who wants 2 stick it 2 the man ! get rowdy go crazy

fight, fight, fight ! goin back to the first bit, she talks big. esp w like ,, men n the whites lol. she can actually walk her threats tho she isnt actually violent. w arguments, she likes to start em but finishin is ... ruff. also any dare, she wont back down in either doin it or arguin why doin it wld be smth-ist. shes not the sharpest tool ok rip lu

loyal legend ! fr her friends n buds, shell turn a blind eye. pals r the only exception ! truly ride or die n will do errthng 4 em. v much a believer in the power of community n ppl needin ppl or wtvr, yk, all that stuff. shes mouthy but like, she helps ppl

here’s a brief blurb n a more coherent look into lu as a character

TIDBITS

lu can understand spanish but hers is a bit broken, tis her secret shame shhh

she doesn’t believe in the institution. any institution. u name it, shes got beef

pls dont fact check her she cant hear u

probs lowkey thinks shes better than u bc shes vegan

prefers 2 be called “ lu ” n ny1 who insists on lucila is dead 2 her

comments abt her not lookin like a pt w her height n frame will result in an earful n a dramatic outburst. it aint worth it chief

watches lotsa sports w her pops. mostly indiv ones. mma, boxing, tennis, track, etc

dont ask me abt her principles n politics, i cant explain em either. v inconsistent n just messy at this point tbh but here’s a lil attempt ig

she drives a 2018 prius n lives in a p nice 1br apt outside the club

her mom’s middle class n her dad is almost upper-middle class. he isnt a member of the club but, like ,,, he cld be if he wanted to lol. he spoils her sm while she hasnt rlly Spoken to her mom besides civility, rip they both stubborn, tis a vargas thing

she is v much in a comfy position money-wise n dsnt hav much Need to hustle but sis does hav a couple of organizations she regularly sends some dough to so thats nice ig

she went fr grassroots activist to a veteran twitter/tumblr/reddit/wtvr ranter n a change.org gofundme petition regular. is it burnout ? is she ok ? honestly who knows

WANTED CONNECTIONS / TAKEN CONNECTIONS

found family ! pals n squad wanted. y’all gotta hav patience or ear plugs to power thru her self-indulgent mini-rants but shell luv ya back tenfold !

carpool buds ? cld be a pal ! or maybe yall had a lil argument or small beef but lu still drives ym bc her pride ? said mother earth first even tho the tension n silly drama is funny

homies to smoochies ! just sum nsa makin out. cld be pals, cld be flirty, idk, but if u wanna kiss her shes probs ok w that

smoke bud ! just sum1 thats her go-to 2 smoke w on her breaks. knows not to call her out on how its not healthy fr a trainer yada yada she knows ok. let her live

an ex ? idk yet shes not rlly datey but thats out there

crushes ! this bitch hot but does she know how to flirt ? not rlly. watch her fumble

debate club ! aka sum1 she bickers w relentlessly. its valid, sum1 fite her. r u a worker or a club member ? either works. its a whole club bc she can have tons, lu can be hella annoying n testy

clients ! self-explanatory. do they get along tho ? lets find out !

( im officially braindead now but if y’all got more ideas or think theres smth lu wld fit just lmk !!! down 4 wtvr, wld luv 2 hash it out w yall <3 )

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diffuserlover · 3 years

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hi love !! may i please get personality ship with ateez, txt, and enhypen (but with the hyung line only/sunghoon and up!!! but if you originally shipped me with someone in the maknae line, i'd also love to know too !) i got so carried away with writing, so you can cut the personality part when posting my ship! tysm in advance

I’m an ‘03 liner that’s 5’9.5 (basically 5’10) girl with dark skin, jet black hair (currently in long twists rn!!), and i’m on the curvier side (esp hips and my thighs) !! some of my favorite features are my plump lips (and i have a beauty mark on my bottom lip!), my long legs (they’re 40.5 inches long and look so good in dresses and skirts <33), my kempt and pretty fingernails, and my eyelashes !!! i’m a virgo (and surprisingly i get along with all the signs, i cant think of a sole zodiac sign i DONT mix well with), and i am an i/enfj (i got 51% extravert 49% intra the first time, then 50% for both the second time!! ) and i honestly agree—i’m an ambivert all the way! i often come off as cold/shy when meeting new people (one of my closest friends avoided me for a month before meeting me because i looked so intimidating LMAO), but once you get close to me i turn into a bundle of warmth and love: i will never stop texting them the <3 emoji every morning or buying my friends/s/o their favorite starbucks order when they need a little cheer-me-up.

i’m extremely passionate about the issues and people i care about and the goals and dreams i have. I’m creative, patient, an extremely good listener, caring, a social butterfly, and extremely hardworking. my friends always told me of my heart of gold and how perceptive i am of the people around me—noticing immediately when something is wrong and trying to make them feel better. I’m also very headstrong, detailed, and determined!! my friends also call me a nerd since i’ve had all a’s since kindergarten—i LOVE school/education and would describe myself as intelligent. i really like that i’m empathetic and motivational to those around me. it’s really easy for me to show my affection, adoration, and support for someone because i just want everyone to feel loved and safe :( i HATE seeing my loved ones sad, and when people usually have problems about anything (from family to just school), i’m the one they come to talk to because of my warm and openminded heart. I love sharing happiness with my friends in their goals and always hype them up no matter what, and it makes me so so so so happy seeing my loved ones content, comfortable, accepted, and just knowing that they mean so much to me and that they’re loved. im also really, really funny (my fave personality trait of mine tbh)!! I’m always cracking jokes and laughing (sometimes for no reason LMAOO). i would be in the library at like 7 am with my friends and struggle with stifling my laugh from jokes i told </3 although i’m extremely nice and outgoing, i’m not afraid to stand my ground (most of the time) and am super defensive (esp about topics like blm, antiblackness in our world, cultural insensitivity/appropriation, sexism/racism/ableism/homophobia), so if someone says some shit out of pocket, i will not be afraid to put them in their place !!! a lot of people (especially older/more traditional folk) do not like that but i could care less <3 some useless facts about me: i love love love afrobeats (nigerian gyal here), some k-pop groups (bts, txt, enha, ateez, gwsn, p1h, and some 2nd gen groups!), and r&b (rihanna and bey and aaliyah <33). i LOVE to play roblox, i’ve been to 14/50 US states, i can do VERY simple makeup, people often think my nails are acrylics bc they’re long and i love doing nail art on them), and i know all the lyrics and adlibs to enhypen’s given-taken 😋 if i could describe myself in a word, it’d be openminded!! and my dreams for the future are 1) to be truly happy and comfortable (which includes finding my true love <33) 2) to make a change on the people around me and the world itself (preferably through healthcare so i can mend health disparities in POC and low-income neighborhood!!), and i love junk food (I SHOULDNT but it’s so good). I also LOVE law and order svu and forensic files, princess and the frog, tangled, and penthouse !!!!!

I also love to go out and explore—whether trying out a new restaurant in the city or a newly opened amusement park or trying something new, like skydiving (or some other crazy but fun idea), trying recipes from around the world, or trying sledding for the first time! at the same time, i like really chill, mellow spending-time-alone-or-with-one-other-person activities like baking (my favorite treat to bake is red velvet cupcakes and cheddar bay biscuits) and dancing !! (i’ve been a dancer for more than 12 years!!). i can also speak more than 5 languages (including korean!) and i’m always saying random phrases (like thank you, i love u so much!, gtfo my face, that sucks ass) in a random language too LMFAOOO. i often think being a coffee/cafe lover is a personality trait (i love love love love love coffee) i also love accessories (earrings, necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, etc) and would die of happiness when the day i can wear matching accessories with my s/o comes. i also love cleaning/keeping my spaces clean and i hate a dirty house </3

besides being my bestfriend who i can kiss and whatnot (hehe), my ideal type is a TALL (like my 5’9+/i’m already tall but pls .5 of an inch taller would be enough) man who has eyes for me and only me !!! they may look cold/cool/mysterious/laid back at first glance (like “yeah haha 🙂" to any other girls but “hi baby what can i do for u today to please the loml” with me <3) but turn into the sweetest, warmest, cutest honey bun once i get to know them! (kinda like me)!! ALSO a man who can pull off all black outfits like those are my FAVORITE omg. he needs to be FUNNY and have a BIG sense of humor (like i want to laugh every second i’m with him and laugh so hard that our stomachs start hurting and we beg each other to stop making jokes type of humor), fashionable (so i can learn fashion pls and wear coordinated outfits with him). i just want a boy who i could talk to and listen to for HOURS. like i would follow him into the bathroom as he showers and sit on the toilet and just listen to him talk about his day or vent to him, but also a boy that loves comfortable silence!! like we can spend the whole together and come back to the house where im studying and he’s working on a personal project so that just being with him makes me feel warm <3 i want a s/o who’s willing to go out and travel with me so i could take off guard pics of him and make him my wallpaper until he begs me to change it. im also not good at conflict so if conflict arises, id love a boy who knows how to talk me down and open up the room for conversation and make me feel safe and not as if im confronted or wrong, someone where we can just talk, resolve our problem, and make it up with a hug or night out!! this kinda leads to me wanting a relationship where we both help improve each other and our flaws (for example some of my flaws are callousness, taking things to heart sometimes, and not opening up easily, etc), so i’d really appreciate a relationship where my partner and i can help each other grow as people. i also love love love to cook, so i’d love an s/o that loves cooking with me and teaching each other how to cook each other’s cultural foods (i would love to teach my bf how to cook jollof rice and have a cookoff one day). i also want a boy that i can tease (i love to tease people omg) <3 like i could say “u look like a cute tomato when u blush <3333” to “and that’s why you got a fat ass head” and we’d just laugh and he’d tease me back <33 I like ALL 5 of the love languages (im a hopeless romantic ik) but my top 3 tied for 1st are quality time (HEAVY ON THE QUALITY TIME i want to spend everyday with my bf at chinatown or a new city exploring), words of affirmation (someone who reaffirms me of their love continuously, supportively, and in sweet ways), and acts of service (cooking my favorite food when i’m down, doing chores that i cant do when tired). men who are really expressive through touch are also ideal <3 i'd shy away from pda, but inside the house i’d be so happy yet so shy and flustered when they express their love through touch (like laying in my lap so i can play with their hair, holding my hand while watching tv, cuddling while talking about whatever). OR like the SLIGHTEST compliment or act of love (LIKE BACKHUGS OR HOLDING HANDS OR KISSING MY BEAUTY MARKS OR FOREHEAD KISSESJSJSJSJ) i’d just love to be really appreciated and loved and also show the same love, support, warmth, closeness, and happiness to my bf <3

THANK U SO MUCH AAAA i honestly cant wait for my ship!! have an amazing day/afternoon/evening <3

Hiii! Thank you so much for requesting!! I really hope you like it!! Btw you seem like the sweetest person ever and you are literally perfection<3

ATEEZ:

I ship you with...

Seonghwa

Okay! I literally was going between Mingi and Seonghwa the whole time but when reading your ideal type I was thinking more Seonghwa!

You said you like someone who is kinda cold on the outside but sweet when you get to know them and Seonghwa is literally the definition of that🤣

He can also pull off those black outfits you like(I’m simping lmaoo)😚

Wooyoung might disagree but I think Seonghwa is funny and you guys would always make each other laugh😄

He would 100% wear matching outfits with you(he wouldn’t be able to stop smiling)😆

Seonghwa would be open about his feeling with you🙂

He truly appreciates that you always listen to him and will always just let him talk out his day(he always lets you talk first, what a gentleman)🥺

I could see you sitting at the desk or table studying while he’s walking around cleaning and it wouldn’t be awkward 😁

Seonghwa doesn’t seem like the type to yell at you unless he was really really mad, he is more of the problem solver in my eyes so I think he would be that person to talk you down and have a conversation with you instead of yelling😊

I feel Seonghwa would really want to connect to you on a deeper emotional level, he would open up more the longer you guys are together😭🥰

Seonghwa does like to cook but isn’t like the worlds most amazing chef so I could see you guys cooking together 😋

Little cooking dates where you have fun competitions to see who’s dish is better🤩

He would let you tease him if it’s all light hearted but he would always tease you back💀

I think Seonghwa is a little bit shy about skinship but sees that you like when he initiates it so he really tries🥺

Your height is nearly the same so I don’t think either of you would mind the height difference 😁

He would always complement the beauty mark on your lip or your legs cause he know how much you like it lol😇

You both are extroverts so you guys go out a lot more often🙂

He likes how you take care of him when he’s having a bad day like getting him a drink or snacks or a simple text message when he’s at work🥰

He would be inspired by how passionate you are about issues around the world and would always ask you what he can do to help you or anything☺️

He likes how your always laughing or making jokes because he loves your smile and it always makes him smile😭😭

Because of your long nails he really likes when you play with his hair😚

He loves to hear you speak in all the languages you speak(he is really impressed)😋

You both don’t like a dirty house and you guys are clean all the time lol🤣

Overall, You and Seonghwa have a really deep relationship and really care for each other🥰🥺

TXT:

I ship you with...

Yeonjun

Yeonjun is effortlessly funny so I feel like he would always make you laugh and you would always make him laugh😄

Yeonjun is really into fashion and would gladly wearing matching outfits with you

He also pulls off a black outfit just like you said you like🤩

He would constantly buy you accessories because he knows how much you like them🥰

Yeonjun is definitely pretty clingy to you😚

He is taller than you by like 1 inch 😋

Yeonjun is cold looking on the outside and is a cinnamon roll on the inside😆

He will probably beg you for a puppy(a welsh corrgi) a lot💀

I feel like Yeonjun would be okay with comfortable silence if he is in the mood

He is a talkative person so I feel like your conversations would never end😊

I don’t know how arguments could go with him, I feel like it depends on how he is that day🙂

You guys love cooking together with music blasting throughout the house😚

If he gives up on helping you he will cling to you and back hug you until your done in the kitchen😭🥺

He loves to complement you until your super super flustered ☺️🤣

He probably likes how clean you are🙂

For your birthday he got you a little necklace with a lock on it and he has the key for the lock and when you open it, it has your guys initials together😭

He would probably take you to the studio and have a little dance battle 🤩

He would be willing to explore with you though I feel he would rather be at home with you alone😁

He finds it inspiring how passionate you are about issues around the world and often looks up to you for it😊

You guys get matching nails!!😄

You guys are on the higher side of zodiac sign compatibility😇

Overall, you and Yeonjun are the cutest and are literally couple goals 😍

Enhypen:

I ship you with...

Sunghoon

You guys are the same height😌

Sunghoon would pull off that black outfit you like!😅

I feel like it would take him some time to initiate skinship and be affectionate with you but when he does he can’t let go of you😊

He loves when you play with his hair🥺

I feel like he loves just spending time with you and being with you🤩

He likes to hold your hand😇

He bought you for your birthday match rings☺️

Sunghoon doesn’t know how to cook so be patient with him but he will always turn cooking into some competitive thing😆

I think it would take him a while to completely open up to you but he still likes to talk things out with you🥺

He is so beautiful how can you not take photos of him and set them as your wallpaper(he definitely begs to you to change it but also loves it and doesn’t want you to change it)🤣

He loves how he can always talk to you about absolutely anything😁

Introverts and extroverts go best with each other🙂

He is very cold and distant looking at first but we all know how sweet and baby like he is on the inside😁😊

He is really interested in the things you are passionate about and is constantly asking you questions 🤩

He finds himself smiling when thinking about you😭🥰

You always make him laugh, it’s one of his favorite things about you😄

He would laugh as you guys blast given or taken through the house and you sing the whole thing dancing around(grab his hands and make him dance with you)😂😚

I could see you guys eating fast food in your car in some random parking lot just talking and listening to music looking at all the stars🥺

Drag him out to do this with you😆

He likes how clean you are🙂

Overall, I think you and Sunghoon are so sweet together🥰

#kpop ships #Enhypen #txt #tomorrow x together #ATEEZ #ateez #Yeonjun #Choi Yeonjun #seonghwa #park seonghwa #Sunghoon #park sunghoon

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sarah-writes-marvel · 3 years

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Don’t: Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic)

S.S: Heyo, its been a while since posting a story so here you go! BE CAUTIOUS!!! This fic ca nbe ver ytrigger so read at your own risk! Thank you guys hope you all had a wonderful holiday season!

Warnings: !!TW!! cutting, depressive/sucidial thoughts, anxiety, bleeding, needles, MAJOR ANGST and some fluff

Word Count: 1,798

Again, please read at your own risk!! Thank you!!

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The events of Endgame had affected everybody. The loss of Tony, Nat, and Vision, the resignation of Cap, Thor off in space, and Bruce was somewhere in Europe helping develop cures for diseases, everything had changed. There were only a few who stayed around the reconstructed compound anymore. Those few including Bucky, Wanda, Sam, and me.

It was usually quiet, sometimes Pepper, Morgan, and Rhodes stopped by to see how things were going. Peter always came after school to see if we needed help on missions. T’challa and Shuri always checked in over the video call, same with many of our off-world allies. Valkyrie even checked in every once in a while, per Thor’s request when he couldn’t. It was nice, but nothing would ever be the same, and everyone knew that.

We each had our own ways of coping. The four of us that lived in the compound did our best not to bother each other. Bucky usually locked himself in his room, Sam went on runs, Wanda meditated and I blasted music so loud that I couldn’t hear my thoughts. It probably wasn’t the best way to cope but if it helped, it helped.

It was one of those days where memories flooded and tears fell without a second thought, so I plugged in my headphones and laid back in my bed getting lost in the bass vibrating in my eardrums. I watched the blades of my ceiling fan turn painfully slow while the urge to eat crept on me. I turned to my clock and realized that it was around noon and I hadn’t eaten since sometime yesterday. So I wiped the few stray tears away and managed to roll out of bed, feeling the cold wooden floor beneath my feet.

I pulled an earbud from my ear, even turned the music down just slightly as I walked down the hall. Even though there was plenty of room to spread out the four of us decided to share a hallway, the close proximity giving some comfort in the time of difficulty. It was nice.

As I passed a certain door, the sound of a muffled cry reached my ear. It was Bucky’s door. I understood why it had been so hard for him to lose Steve. He had been Bucky’s anchor in life, and his comforter after the whole Hydra situation. He had to put on a brave face before Steve left to return the stones, knowing that the punk of a friend would stay and live his life. He had to bite back the tears when he saw Steve sitting on the wooden bench, hair turned white from age and skin wrinkled.

I took a step closer, removing my other earbud and pausing my music so I could hear better, pressing my ear gently against the door. Another strangled sob came from the other side along with a guttural scream. I felt awful, I wanted to check in but I didn’t want to bother him if he just wanted to be left alone. But I went against the latter and gently knocked on the door.

“Bucky? Are you ok?” I asked. The only reply I got was muffled sobs. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. So I knocked again a little harder. “Bucky?” Again, nothing but crying.

I took a minute, maybe he just needed a minute before he answered. So I waited, listening to the pained cries until I couldn’t take it.

“Bucky, I’m coming in,” I called through the door. I turned the knob and opened the door to see Bucky on the floor, sitting against the side of his bed, a throwing dagger in his metal hand, and fresh bloody cuts along his flesh forearm.

“Bucky? What are you doing, you’re gonna hurt yourself.” I closed the door before moving towards him, tossing my headphones and phone onto his bed before kneeling beside him. I took the stained knife from his metal grip, tossing it across the floor to pick up later, and pressed my hand over his cuts to minimize the bleeding causing him to hiss in pain.

“Please, please don’t.” he cried, his metal digits wrapping around my wrist.

“Buck, I’m gonna help you no matter how much you might not want it. I’m not gonna leave you,” I told him, looking into his lifeless blue-grey eyes.

“That’s what Steve said, now he’s gone. How do I know you aren’t lying?” his voice was weak and quiet, scared almost.

“I’m not Steve, I’m not going anywhere. I swear on my life,” My hand still pressed against his bleeding cuts. “But this needs to be a mutual agreement, so you cant leave me either. At least not right now. So I need your help, alright? I need you to work with me here Barnes.”

His gaze was hazy but he nodded and let go of his grip on my wrist.

“We need to get you to the bathroom, and I know I might be strong but your much heavier than you look, no offense.” I smile, trying to bring some light to the situation. Luckily I saw a small smirk form on his paling face before he nodded again.

I removed my hold on his arm, standing up and reaching my hands down to pull him up, which was successful as he used the bed to help. His left arm wrapped around my shoulder as we shuffled to the bathroom where I set him on the toilet.

I grabbed the darkest washcloth in his cupboard of towels, pressing it against his wrist and placing his metal hand over it.

“I need you to keep the pressure on that, please. I know it probably hurts but you gotta do it,” I commanded gently, squeezing his hand around his arm. He simply nodded as his eyes followed mine lethargically. I continued to look through the cupboards for his first aid kit.

“Top cupboard to the left.” He sounded tired and I didn’t blame him. I had walked in on him sitting in a small puddle of his own blood and the emotional toll this event has all taken on us was more than enough reason to be tired. I opened the cupboard he suggested and retrieved the kit from the shelf opening it quickly and pulling out what I needed.

Even when the blood had been dripping from the cuts I knew some were deep enough for stitches, so I pulled the needle and suture thread from the box, gaining a groan from Bucky.

“I’m sorry but I know those cuts are too deep. It’ll only be a stitch or two and ill make it as painless as possible Buck, you just gotta stay with me.” I replied, looking at him. He replied with a nod as tears streamed down his face. I quickly wiped one away before sending him a small smile and returning to my task.

“Alright hun, we need to clean your arm so I can make clean stitches,” I stated, standing in front of him holding my hands out again to help him to the sink. He took my hands and hauled himself from his position and made his way to sink and began washing the cuts under the running water, wincing at the stinging pain.

Once he was back on his seat, I carefully patted the area dry with the used towel and began stitching the larger cuts. I only paused when Bucky hissed in pain or jerked away after I had pulled the thread through. A chorus of apologizes came from my mouth, and from his.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so so sorry.” his usual stern, strong voice was broken and came out in whispers.

“Buck, you dont have to apologize. It’s alright, life gets hard, it’s only logical to find a coping mechanism. It’s ok hun. It’s not your fault.” I cooed, trying to calm him.

“But I do, I just tried to kill myself because, what? Because I’m sad that my friend left me to be happy? How pathetic is that?” He denied, shaking with anger and sadness.

“It’s not pathetic because it is completely valid.” I began pulling the last stitch tight. “Life gets hard, and you have been through hell and back too many times to count. We have to cope with it somehow and pain can be a distraction, though not always the best option.” I continued looking at his sorrowful tear-filled eyes. “Steve was your rock, the person you went to with every issue. And now without him, you feel lost and your drowning under the metaphorical waves of life. So your feelings are valid, and your actions were valid, just not the right way to go about it.” I finished as I wrapped gauze and Coban around the fresh stitches.

A moment of silence filled the bathroom as I finished wrapping his arm and cleaned up the supplies that had been used.

“How are you so good at this? Why weren’t you phased?” he questioned, breaking the eerie silence.

“That, my dear friend, is a conversation for another time. You need to focus on yourself right now.” I said with a smile while I watched my hands.

He looked away, down to his bandaged arm flexing his fist as the muscles shifted the bandage.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “For helping me.” His eyes looked to mine, the small spark of hope back in his irises.

“It’s what friends do,” I replied. “Now you need some sleep,” I said helping him from the toilet and leading him back to his bed. Moving my phone and headphones out of his way, he settled onto his bed grabbing the fleece blanket from the foot of his bed and pull it over himself.

I carefully help before grabbing my phone and the knife on the floor and turning to leave.

“Wait. I-uh- could you stay? Please.” he sounded like an innocent little boy who was scared of the monsters under the bed.

“Ya, of course I can.” I smiled, crawling into bed next to him. I sat with my back against the headboard, Bucky’s head on my lap, and his bandaged arm wrapped over my legs. My fingers found their way through his brunette locks as his breaths became heavier.

“You know you can always come to me,” I said quietly, leaning my head against the backboard. “I’ll listen, always.”

“You can come to me too. Tell me anything and everything,” he mumbled through his tired state.

“Love ya Buck. Sleep well.” I hummed quietly, closing my eyes.

“Love you too Kenz.” he murmured quietly before the room was filled with soft snores from both the soldier and me.

Things might not go back to how they were but they will get better.

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THanks for reading. IF you ever need someone to talk to if you ever have thoughts like these dont be afraid to send me a message! Im alwasy willing to talk through lifes troubles with soemone if it helps them! Also know that there are hotlines that you can call!

#marvel #fanfic #buckybarnes #wintersoldier #twiggerwarning #depression #anxiety #avengers #avengersendgame #reader insert #bucky barnes x reader #buckybarnesxreader #buckyxreader #wintersoldierxreader #bucky x reader #buckybarnesfanfiction #fluff #winter soldier x reader

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tfw-no-tennis · 3 years

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animorphssss.....2!

ok one L abt reading the series on my ereader is that the flipbook illustrations arent there ;_; those were my favvvvv

anyways I love animorphs still

I feel like I'll end up repeating myself a lot during these little liveblogs lmao but mannnn it’s so good. its so hardcore. like I know that that’s the whole Thing but I still get shocked by some of the stuff that happens

like a big theme in the series centers around the morality of killing your enemies - and it’s so all over the place bc in book 6 you have jake boiling a bunch of yeerks alive, which is kinda gnarly if you think abt it, but the alternative would be to leave them there and let them infest people soo...? and that’s basically the point, that there are never any easy choices in war

also I went on the animorphs wiki to look at trivia bc I love doing that and I cant BELIEVE (some of) the books were reissued in 2011 and they changed/removed some of the references to be more ‘modern’ omfg....talk about erasing 90s culture smh

likeeee I was born in 97 so I didn't exactly grow up in the 90s and therefore some of the references go over my head but its so charming and fun to have them there! and it makes sense given that the books are SET in the 90s

I don't remember ever being confused by any of the references as a kid (tho for sure a lot of them went over my head), but then again I read the books in like 2008 sooo

also some of the stuff that they change - like changing ‘recorded w/a vcr’ to ‘recorded w/the TV’ or ‘floppy disc’ to ‘flash drive’ may make more sense to modern audiences, but doesn't make sense in the context of the story still being set in the 90s

tho it is funny that the books use the phrase ‘hook up’ to mean ‘meet up’ a lot bc that is a phrase that definitely has a different meaning nowadays

alsooooo as it turns out I'm p sure I only read a couple of the spinoffs - the hork-bajir chronicles and the ellimist chronicles (which was confusing lmao), bc my library didn’t have the others :( 2007/2008 woes....

but now I get to read the spinoffs woooooooo so I read the first megamorphs and the andalite chronicles

I'm reading them in the chronological order (I think?) which is good bc part of the problem was that I read the ellimist book at a completely weird time and it confused me more lmao

megamorphs 1 basically felt like a regular animorphs book except longer, but the plot didn't feel like it needed all that extra page space tbh? even so it was an entertaining adventure

and rachel having amnesia was great, amnesia is one of my fav tropes lmao. and it was a lot of fun here, though a bit underutilized

another favorite trope of mine is time travel, so I'm gonna have a really fun time here w/that

as for the andalite chronicles, I really enjoyed that one. I thought it was a well done story about the horrors of war (which is a theme animorphs does excellently), kind of similar to the overarching story of the whole series, but fit into one book without feeling rushed

the way the story starts out with elfangor wanting to be a hero, not understanding what that entails, to the end where he IS going to be a hero, and he knows now that this is a burden rather than a reward

the horror elements are also really strong, with the taxxon morph being horrifying of course

and mannnn I loved that we got to see more of the taxxons as a species, and see that not all taxxons submitted to the yeerks - which breaks the previous theme of ‘all the taxxons are evil just because’

this book also establishes that the taxxons gave themselves over to the yeerks due to their constant hunger being unbearable, so it isn’t just that they’re evil for fun

animorphs does such an excellent job showing that each ‘side’ of a war will have good and bad (or at least sympathetic and unsympathetic) people

also loren was awesome, what a cool character. though I didn't realize she was literally like 13 until the very end of the book, holy shit. that's crazy. i thought she was 16 at the youngest....geez. her throwing a rock at visser 3 is even more iconic knowing she's a middle schooler at the time

and chapman was here! I'm assuming this must be the same chapman as the assistant principal controller... I thought it was a little strange to put chapman in that role, bc in this book he was a huge asshole basically the entire time, but in the previous (’future’) book it was revealed that he became a controller willingly only to spare his daughter, which is pretty far from this book where he’s actively trying to sell humanity out to the yeerks...people change I guess? (also he got his memory erased so I guess there's that)

alloran was a really interesting character. horrors of war again - we hear from his old buddy that he used to be a fun, witty guy, but war changed him into somebody who would do horrible things

and him becoming a controller was horrifying, obviously, but I like that alloran wasn't portrayed as some perfect, holy guy in order to make it all the more tragic when he got infested. its already fucked up enough as it is, and making him flawed was a lot more meaningful

and him wanting to flush all the yeerks out into space....oooooof the (later) parallels hurt

plus the fact that elfangor refusing to commit genocide against the helpless yeerks (even though they’re the enemy) directly contributing to alloran becoming a controller.....oof. I love that it shows that even making the morally correct decisions during war can lead to awful things happening, but not in a way that endorses evil actions - the story isn’t saying that elfangor should have killed the yeerks, it’s saying that there are no good choices in war

arbron being trapped as a taxxon was fucked up. but also really intriguing, especially how he found purpose and led a free taxxon uprising. I don't remember if we hear from him/the free taxxons again but I hope so

also the plot twist of tobias being elfangors SON...bruh. I do remember that despite not having read this book so it must come up in the main story later but my memory of that is vauge so I’m excited to see how that plays out. it’s always gonna be hilarious to me that ax is technically tobias’s uncle

and then the ellimist drops in and wacks up the time stream even more. classic. I love the crazy time travel stuff in animorphs

omfg and the bits where elfangor is a human tech guy and talked about his friends bill and steve LMAOOOOO

also the scene where elfangor drives the yellow mustang while blasting '(I cant get no) satisfaction’ by the rolling stones was one of the most iconic things I've ever read

basically I loved all the angles of war fucking people up. from loren’s dad, to alloran, to elfangor himself learning about the true horrors of war...v well done imo

ok back to the main series - so my pick for the most fucked up scene SO FAR (in my own personal opinion) - the scene where they're in the jungle and rachel passes out in bear morph and a bunch of rainforest ants start EATING HER ALIVE and like crawling into her ears and mouth and HGGGGGG that was genuinely so fucking disturbing

its a good thing that the time travel made it so rachel couldn't remember that bc that was fuuuuucked

another contender is a scene we don't actually see - erek having his capacity for violence instated and then slaughtering a ton of human and hork-bajir controllers

like damn, you know its fucked up when its too fucked up for ANIMORPHS to even ‘show.’ this is a series that doesn't pull punches but evidentially that would've been Too Much to actually portray (understandably). also i feel like seeing the aftermath/everyone’s reactions had more of an impact than describing erek killing a bunch of people would have

also I forgot that marco Literally Fucking Dies during that scene and that's why he doesn't get to see the slaughter. wow

and then in the very next book JAKE dies too. jesus

oh it was also so sad and fucked up when marco’s dad told him that he and his wife used to fight sometimes, but then all of a sudden they stopped fighting, and their relationship was basically entirely peaceful and perfect - and this is how marco knows exactly when his mom was made into a controller, bc of course a yeerk wouldn't care enough to get into petty arguments like that....ooooof

Okay and book 15 really got me...that was fucking heavy man. Geeeez. Everything w/Marco and his mom is so fucked uppppp

Like he literally has to deal with so much awful traumatizing shit. The scene where he pretends to be a controller and is face to face w/visser one and THAT HIS MOM but he can’t even do anything, and he just sees the evil in her eyes and thinks about how there’s no way she had been controlled by a yeerk that long before bc he’s never seen her look like that...that was so fucking sad.

Plus Marcos mom now thinking that Marco is a controller...aughh...and then later Marco knows he can’t even think-speak to her bc he’ll just talk about everything he’s wanted to talk about to his mom this whole time... ;_;

And the parts where Marcos humor slips and the utter rage he feels towards the situation comes through...man

Plus everything about him being understandably afraid of sharks after being nearly torn in half by one back during their first dolphin adventure

Augh oh and jake telling Marco that everyone can tell something is up bc Marco isn’t joking around and talking about how insane their plan is like usual, so Marco fakes it sand does all that even tho he’s terrified and conflicted...aughhhh

Ok and the last scene where Marco is thinking about a future where he and his parents can talk plainly about how awful and traumatizing everything is, and then eventually they’ll feel okay enough to joke about it, bc Marcos mom is the one who taught him to look at the funny side of life...Oh The Pain

There were a lot of great fucked up individual lines in this book too. I’m just so sad about these poor middle schoolers jfc

Also I do distinctly remember the scene where they collapse the shark tank at Ocean World or w/e, it was weird af reading it bc I remembered none of the rest of the book but got weird deja vu reading that scene and remembering having read it like 13+ years ago

if it’s not clear by now I have a pretty terrible memory for media which is honestly good bc then I can reread things and it’s like new

Also jake...man...I said it previously but I was kinda eh about jake when I first read these bc he’s kinda the ‘basic’ character, but now I find his story much more interesting

His conflict over being leader is really good. KAA does a fantastic job capturing the pressure he’s under bc he was chosen by his friends to be the leader, so he REALLY can’t back out, and he doesn’t necessarily feel up to it, but feels he has no choice in the matter...

And constantly having to make really difficult decisions that could get his friends killed...geez. It’s so much pressure. And he talks about wanting to go back to being a normal kid when this is all over, and it kinda strikes me as him being in denial - like, there’s no way things can ever be ‘normal’ again, but that’s his way of coping.

Especially with Tom and all that. That conflict is so compelling...jake having to play all these different roles - as leader, as a son/student, as a regular brother to Tom - he’s constantly having to act a certain way and rarely gets to be Himself

It’s actually kinda relatable in a way - that feeling of being In Charge, but in a somewhat abstract and informal way, so you feel like regular old you, but you have to carefully regulate how you act bc the people around you expect a certain standard of behavior from you...

And all the morally grey situations they’re put in are fucked up, but especially for jake who has the final say on what they do, even when knowing it could lead to his friends being killed or made into controllers

Like in the book with the cannibal yeerk guy - there’s basically no good choices there. Jake lets the cannibal live, and (at first) implies that it’s for the best that he’s cannibalizing other yeerks and therefore helping get rid of some yeerks - except that he kills their hosts too

but the alternative would be to directly kill another human being who isn't actively fighting/resisting you, which is a fucked up thing for a middle schooler to have to do

And the conflict between jake and Cassie is really excellent bc jake has to make these awful decisions, and Cassie is the type of person who can’t stand that sort of thing, so it gets left up to jake a lot, but then she’s upset with jake for doing something awful, even while knowing that there were no better options

like, her asking jake to kill the cannibal guy for her was really fucked up, but also entirely understandable for cassie as a character to ask. it was an emotionally charged situation, and cassie is an emotional person. she’s also somebody who like to Act, to do concrete good, and getting rid of an Evil Bad Guy in front of her would be a definite action

But Cassie is a great source of morality to the group - most of them are pretty jaded, but Cassie is able to hope in a way none of the rest are. It creates a really compelling dynamic between jake and Cassie that I kinda dismissed when I was like 10 or w/e

Also the scene where jake as a fly gets crushed and starts dying? Seriously fucked. And then after when he’s nearly breaking down in the airport and Cassie comforts him...that was a really good scene. Cassie is so good

And the continuity is so excellent - I love how in book 17, Cassie (and jake to an extent) doesn’t really weigh in on the moral debate abt the oatmeal bc she’s still shaken up by asking jake to murder a guy for her, and then (presumably) going ahead and lighting his house on fire when jake doesn’t kill him

And augh jake and Marco have such a good and interesting dynamic - the entire group kinda pushes each other into their respective ‘roles’ in the group, but for a few books that’s really true for jake and marco

I don't remember what book it was but at some point marco (I think) mentions that jake understands what marco is dealing with w/his mom being a controller bc of tom, but that they don’t talk about it bc they ‘don't talk about stuff like that’ or something and I'm just like noooo talk to each other :(

but at this point jake feels like he can’t really express doubt and fear and stuff like that bc he’s the Leader and they look to him to be strong (which is ironically very similar to how rachel feels), and marco feels like he can’t be serious bc he’s the funny guy.

Basically I love all the different dynamics in the group. How Cassie and Rachel are such opposites but are best friends and get along well, while Marco and Cassie are more directly opposed - as jake says, Marco is ruthless, and Cassie definitely isn’t. Rachel and Marco are also pretty different which is interesting, bc they have a lot in common, and actually agree on a lot (even if they disagree out loud) but their commonalities combined with their circumstances make them react very differently to the same situations

I also love seeing the differences between characters from each other’s POV - like, p much all the characters think that Rachel is completely fearless, but when the book is from her POV, we get to see that that isn’t true at all - she feels plenty of fear, but she recognizes that her role in the group is to be the fearless one, so she pushes aside her fear to fit into that role (which inadvertently pushes her more and more into that ‘fearless warrior’ box - something that happens to all the characters more and more as the story goes on, like jake as ‘the leader’ and Marco as ‘the jokester’).

Also I loooove the grey morality of literally everything. Like the book where ax discovers an andalite traitor - not a controller, just an andalite who betrayed them to the yeerks. This leads to the deaths of like a hundred other andalites, and that whole scene you really just feel for ax, bc he feels so awful about everyone else dying while he escapes, yet he’s also so grateful to be alive, which he in turn feels bad about...

And ax’s conflict about being torn between his home w/his fellow andalites and his new home on earth w/his friends is great

And oh man I fucking love book 19. Any of the books where it goes more into the yeerks and their side of things are so good, just like the book where jake was made into a controller.

And book 19, where we meet a sympathetic yeerk, comes right after 18, where we meet an andalite traitor - again, I love how we clearly see that no one side is completely good or completely bad

So yeah book 19 fucking slapped. That shit was so compelling. I love how Cassie made a bunch of foolish decisions based on naïve hope, but it worked out!! Things aren’t always bleak and awful!

Except there were plenty bleak and awful parts of this book. It had a great balance of moods tbh, even though a lot of the situations were extremely contrived lmao. I love the stuff that aftran says, which is basically what I was thinking when I started my reread - being a yeerk fucking sucks, you’re literally a blind slug but also completely and fully sentient, on the same level as humans and andalites - and as afran pointed out this book, the yeerks are born as parasites, just as humans are born as predators - why is it okay for the humans to kill countless animals to eat, but not for the yeerks to enslave races to act as hosts? Well, the situation isn’t totally comparable, which Cassie and Marco both point out when aftran makes that comparison - the yeerks are enslaving sentient species, and cows and chickens are not the same as the humans and hork-bajir (though the story understandably doesn’t fall too deeply into the ‘who deserves what right/animal sentience’ rabbit hole).

And I like that aftran points out that the yeerks basically have 2 options currently - stay helpless and blind in a yeerk pool, or enslave a host. It’s interesting to hear that a lot of yeerks don’t like doing this but see it as the only options, as opposed to complete sensory deprivation. It makes me wonder if there are yeerks who are so staunchly against it that they elect to stay as pool-bound slugs forever

Also maybe it’s the shounen anime fan in me but I don’t even care that much that Cassie’s entire plan was completely off the rails and hinged on only the slightest chance of success - with failure being much more likely and completely catastrophic, with the animorphs and their loved ones all being wiped out, vs success being unlikely and also achieving...a moral victory? Peace between two enemy combatants in a huge war? nothing all that concrete...anyways it was a bunch of good-faith horrible decisions on Cassie’s part, but I don’t even care? I love stories where hope and love save the day against all odds, especially when they’re wielded like weapons by a character and make everything end nicely

This is especially true here bc animorphs is generally a series that leans very far away from that type of thing, so when it does happen, it feels like a victory. Plus the David trilogy is next so we kinda need a happy ending while we can

also bc I compared animorphs to hxh last time, I now have to compare it to the other series I've (partially) liveblogged, transformers mtmte.

this is gonna be more abstract and brief but basically. mtmte is all about after the war, and everyone has so much trauma and everything just sucks, so they all go on a space cruise and work on themselves. basically.

but the series does a lot of exploration of how war fucks people up - same as animorphs, tho animorphs spans the beginning of the war (for the main characters at least) until the end, whereas mtmte starts when the war ends.

but the point is. both series do an excellent job showcasing the wide range of reactions people have to being put in unthinkable situations during wartime. all the major characters in mtmte go through arcs where they heal/change from the war, some more subtle than others

basically the animorphs needs to go on a wacky space cruise adventure with a bunch of other fucked up people and figure their shit out, mtmte style

ok this is wicked long already so I’m gonna end it here. also I feel like I should start the next liveblog w/the david triology bc I’m for sure gonna have a lot to say abt that

#i wrote like half of this in my phone notes while on vacation in the wilderness lmao #animorphs #lj reads animorphs

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Thor Corp: Initiation

After the events of the destruction of Asgard and the loss of life fighting Thanos, King of New Asgard, Thor Odinson, in a joint effort with the Avengers set out to make the Thor Corp; a group of humans, or near humans, under his direction. Trained by him to fight off threats to New Asgard and to join Thor on his adventures across the Nine Realms.

You and the other four Thor Corp members met in the rear room of Thor’s cliff top house. You had heard so much about him, but for all you could see, this house was a dump. The furniture was dirty, there was laundry piled in the corner, beer cans and take out boxes everywhere.

The other members could sense your apprehension.

“Don't worry,” said the oldest member. His name was Gudrik. That wasn't his real name. When you proved yourself Thor gave you a new name. His real name was Allan Frankson.

Thor was laying down some store bought martial arts pads. He was lining up the puzzle piece like edges. You had watched him push the couch off into the corner. He lifted it with such ease. The god of Thunder may not have been in the best shape of his life but he was still as strong as ever.

“All right”, Thor said, hopping up. “Now who knows why we're here.” He didn't give anyone a moment to respond. “We are here because it is Mister. Smiths six month anniversary with us.” He pointed to you. “He has gone through all the grunt work that I used to put you lot through.” There was a chuckle. You had been doing alot of less than heroic jobs. You returned Thor’s bottles and cans; paid his bar tabs, picked up his pizzas; anything Thor would ask of you. For six months. You only got to hear about him and his adventures with the other four while you did the dishes.

“Now before we go taking him off to Asaheim or Jotunheim, we gotta teach him some basic Asgardian Self Defense techniques. We all know what happens when we for get the basics right, Svar?” Everyone looked at the shortest, red haired red beard member of the group. “Remember Rule 9? Tell us rule 9” Svart sighed “Dont stick your head in strange holes in other worlds”.

Thor laughed. “We eventually got him out, and his hair grew back.”

“Come on over here Mister Smith.” Thor waved you next to him. You joined him. He put his arm on your shoulder. This was the first time you were ever so close to him, let alone he had his arm around you. You wanted this to be special, but the only thing you could focus on was the sour smell of his pit. You glanced at it. It was a sweaty busy mess of blond hair. You could swear you saw a Cheeto in there.

“Were going to teach Smith here today how to play Hrunkrinkuuu” Thor said. You looked up at him. “Hrunkrinku?” Thor held up a finger. He coughed into his hand, spitting up a wad of phlegm. “Ugh…” he stepped forward and wiped his hand on Gudriks chest. “No, that was just something in my throat. Were going to teach you Herunkirinkr. It’s a game to teach basic self defense. You mortals on Midgard here do a fine job replicating it with the Wrestling show on cable

“So we are going to wrestle?” you ask

“Kinda. Mostly. Yes. But with the goal to learn how to get your enemy into a position where you can finish them off.” He slapped your back and you almost fell over. “Of course I won't be finishing you off. Though I could. So easily. Just, snap. And you're gone. I won't though. Don't worry”

Thor didn't bother to explain the rules. He put you on one side of the mat and he took up the other. “First were gonna learn a real simple technique. Most of your foes are going to be stupid and there just going to throw themselves at you. We don't want you to be bowled over so easily. So this is a way to reverse a knock down in your favor. Come on” he waved at you. You looked at him and cocked his head. “Just try to run at me and knock me down” He said.

You shrugged but knew Thor wouldn't hurt you. You lazily jogged the few steps forward and attempted to tackle Thor. You cracked into his chest and gut and he fell to the floor. Your face pressed into his chest. You could feel his gut heaving bellow you.

“See, this is a bad spot to be in. But with a little twist here.” Thor rolled his legs back and with a grace and speed counter to the way he looked, you felt his legs wrap around your shoulders. He pulled you off him. He didn't let you go though. His powerful legs slid up to your neck and held you in a scissor lock. When the world stopped spinning you were looking up his back side.

“Simple as that.” He gave his legs a playful squeeze. “If you work out like me, you can even pop off a head or two when you have them between your legs here.” he squeezed a little more and you slid up till your face was near flush with the seat of his pants. “Course you gotta get them real far up there. Also we wont be popping off heads today. But we do need to have a way to end the match. Any idea smith?” He asked. You had not played this game before, but you knew that in most martial arts you just had to tap out. You reached with your free hand and gave his gut a tap. Three times. “Oh. No. Thats not how this works. Tapping if for safety. Asgardian warriors do not tap out unless they are about to die. Here we go until humiliation” Thor said.

Humiliation? You thought.

“Any suggestions lads?” Thor asked the other four

“Kiss the moon.” said Gundrik. “Thats a good one for a scissor lock. All you gotta do it bend the knees and stomach a little” Thor said. He bent down and your face was pressed into his ass. He held you there a moment. “Remember to not do it too fast. They need to know it happened, plus you need to give everyone a moment to laugh at him” There was a few chuckles then Thor uncrunched. You could still smell the sweaty funk from his pants.

“There is a variation to this. Mr Smith, as you know I have been working to get back into shape. This means in addition to exercise a proper diet. I have carefully picked a diet high in legumes, lentils, fresh beans, both green, black and red, and as luck would have it last night I crushed an entire thirty case of Miller Lite and for breakfast I devoured an entire container of sour cream that I had left out on the counter” As Thor described his diet there was some soundless laughter from the four other men. You tried to think the last time you even bought sour cream. It was a week ago and it had been on the counter since that night.

“Oh man. You cant be serious, your not really going to right?” you struggle trying to get free, but Thor’s legs are far too powerful.

“See mates, you know you have a good humiliation move lined up when your opponent starts to struggle.” Thor gave a little chuckle. “I like to call this humiliation Thunder Gods Kiss”. Thor crunched again. Despite your protests he very easily pressed your face between his cheeks.

“When you perform this one, you should let your opponent stew a bit at first. He may be holding his breath.” You heard Thor say. You sure were trying. If Thor was about to do what you thought he was going to do you didn't want to take any risks.

“Now after he has had a good few seconds you can feel his struggle start to wane. That is your cue.” Thor raised his hand up high. He pulled down as if he was pulling an invisible lever.The room was shook with a hefty, wet, thunderous rolling blast. You could feel your face vibrate from Thor’s fart. It was stunningly long. You tried to hold it off, but the force alone blasted its way up your nose. The smell was like a garbage dump at low tide in mid July heat. Just when you thought it was over an after shock hit. Your ears were ringing. You could hear the flabby echoes.

“Now same as before, you want to let them stew a bit to give it maximum effect. You can also” He squeezed his arse cheeks and gave a wiggle “Put a little wiggle on it” Thor let you out. Your face was slick with sweat. You feel like you went Ten rounds with The Might Thor, when in reality it was just one of his farts at close range.

“Now to finish you ask” He cleared his throat and looked over his shoulder at you. “Have you had enough or shall I give you a second helping?”

“Meeuu?” You try to speak but you’re senses were still fried “That wasn't a yes.” Thor reached back with his hands and pulled down the hem of his pants. This time when he pressed your face into his ass he did it slow enough for you to take in the pale,rotund, blond-hair-forest that was the crack of his ass. You slipped between his sloppy cheeks and he did it again. You could hear him grunt, summoning up another fetid blast. This one was just as worse as the one before. Even expecting it your body was unable to deal with the powerful stench of the God of Thunder. He released you again.

“Hungry for more?” “No..please..no more.” You blurt out. The room erupted in laughter. “Hah. Weakling” said Svart. Thor pointed his finger at him “Don't speak lies; he took two blasts. Svart here pukes when I had his face in my Arse. ‘Please Mr. Thor, please. I can’t stand the smell’ he cried. Literally he had tears in his eyes because that year I was on an all onion diet” Svart looked angry, but the others laughed. “Please…. Fresh… air…” You said. Thor was still holding you dangerously close to his ass.

“Oh right” he released you and stood up, pulling his pants back up. He helped you to your feet and slapped you on the chest.

“Now you are officially part of the Thor Corp. I shall name you: Torquil Thorson”

You cheer weakly. Your legs were still weak.”No more shit work?” You say. Thor nods. “No more farts?” Thor let out a laugh that shook the house. “Oh no. Now that I know you can take it with out being killed I wont need to hold them in around you. You have years of farts to look forward to! Now… who wants to go on an adventure?”

#Fat Thor #Thor #Stinkface #Martial Arts #Thor Corp

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