#but still trudges on and does whatever it takes to protect him

[misakarose]

Link Click | 1.03 x 2.12

#link click #linkclickedit #linkclicknet #shiguang daili ren #shiguang dailiren #dailyanime #fyanimegifs #anisource #lu guang #cheng xiaoshi #*mine #*linkclick #*gifs #HE WAS LOOKING AT HIS HANDS #THEY WERE ALLUDING TO IT ALL THE WAY BACK IN EP03 #STUDIO LAN YOU SNEAKY BASTARDS #veeeery clever foreshadowing here though omg #lg dealing with the self-hatred knowing he's gone behind cxs's back in the worst way #and thus does not deserve his trust #but still trudges on and does whatever it takes to protect him #that flashback scene has SO MUCH MORE MEANING NOW #JDHFG;SKDHGLKJAE I'm gonna go jump off a cliff bye

[atinylittlepain]

crying at night thinking about protective!joel getting angry when he finds out that you’ve started getting close to another man living in the boston QZ. and tess calling him out on his jealousy and obvious attraction to you.

tess to the rescue -- tesscue if you will

Looking

Joel Miller x f!reader

joel miller masterlist

He doesn't like the way she flirts with all their customers. But he's not jealous. No, definitely not jealous.

warnings | 18+ canon-typical violence, smutty implications, sexual harassment

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“Since when is she running deals for us?” “Since all the feds like customer service with a smile.”

“Tess.”

“Is there a problem, Joel?” He grunts, taking one more look at her, the easy smile she’s giving the guard as she flicks some of her hair out of her eyes. He knows her well enough to know she’s putting on a show for this guy, and it makes his blood boil. Tess steps in front of him, blocking his view.

“Hey, is there a problem?” She enunciates each word slowly and clearly, obvious irritation in her voice. He shakes his head with a huff.

“No– no problem. Just don’t come to me when she gets herself killed by one of these fucking guards.” He shoves off the brick wall he had been leaning against, trudging off toward their apartment, not bothering to glance over to where she’s still playing it up to the guy. 

He tells himself that the only reason he’s pissed is that he still doesn’t trust her, the new addition to his and Tess’ smuggling operation, and he doesn’t want her pocketing pay behind their backs. But as the weeks go by of this new set-up, it becomes clear that he doesn’t need to worry about that. Whatever extra sweetness the FEDRA guards throw into their trades with her, she’s sure to share it with him and Tess. It had taken every ounce of his willpower not to laugh in elation when she brought home a bag of coffee the other day, offering it to him with the same smile she was giving to all their customers. Joel has no reason to be so pissed, so cold to her, at least no reason that he’d like to consider. Tess, however, seems to think otherwise.

“You keep staring like that and you’re gonna burn a hole through the back of her head.” 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Tess snorts, nudging his shoulder with hers where they’re standing a bit further down the alley, both of them watching her finish another deal with another guard. 

“Joel, we’ve been partners for what– five years now? In all that time I’ve never seen the look you get when you’re looking at her so maybe cut the bullshit, yeah? Because she thinks that you hate her.” He scoffs, toeing his boots into the cracked asphalt.

“Don’t hate her– I just– don’t like the way she acts– with these boys. She’s gonna get herself– I don’t know– jesus–  will you just drop it?” Tess puts her hands up as if in surrender, a smirk that’s all too smug for Joel’s taste stamped across her face as she shuffles out of the alley. He settles back against the wall with a sigh, keeping his eyes fixed on her and the guard. How long does it take to trade some fucking pills?

She’s good at what she does, Joel will give her that, letting out breathy giggles as the guard smiles at her, running her hand down his forearm before waggling her fingers at him as she turns to leave, the bright facade she had been using immediately falling away as she looks to Joel with a firm but subtle nod. He presses off the wall as she falls into step beside him, both of them weaving through the crowded streets of the QZ back to the apartment building. She lives a door down from him, their proximity was what had originally drawn her into their business, but most of her time is spent in his apartment now, working out new deals and supply chains with Tess. 

“Extra ration cards on top of the agreed on payment. And a date. But I’m not sharing that perk with you, Miller.” He huffs at her teasing, keeping his eyes focused on counting out the cards as he slumps down onto the musty sofa in his apartment. Tess is nowhere to be found, most likely off running some sort of scheme elsewhere in the QZ. 

“Hardly call that a perk, darlin. Don’t know why you even entertain those boys. Ain’t nothing but trouble.” She sighs, tilting her head to rest on her shoulder as she looks at him.

“Those boys happen to have A-one access to any and all supplies you could possibly want. You can scowl all you want, Miller, but it pays to be on their good side.” 

“Well then, when’s this date of yours?” 

“Tonight, don’t wait up, Miller.” He scoffs, muttering a low “wouldn’t dream of it” as she’s already walking out the door.

…

“Joel, what the fuck are you doing? You’ve been standing at that window all night.” His head whips around, grimacing at Tess before he promptly goes back to scouring the darkened streets outside his window.

“It’s late. She should be home by now.” Tess scoffs.

“Oh please. You just don’t want to consider that maybe she’s not home because she’s getting laid right now. I say good for her, getting some action and some more supplies in one fell swoop.” Joel doesn’t like the sound of that at all, Tess’ words moving him away from the window to grab his jacket and head for the front door. 

“What’re you doing now?” He glances at her over his shoulder, already halfway out the door.

“I’m glad you think this is funny, really. But I don’t. I’m going to look for her.” He closes the door before he can hear Tess’ exasperated exclamation.

“Fucking lovesick fool.”

…

He’s not sure where he should be looking, quickly realizing how stupid this is. It’s past curfew, so he sticks to the alleyways, ducking under the bright lights of the patrol cars whenever they roll by. He makes it a few blocks away from their apartment building before the reality of how foolish he’s being sets in. Just as he’s getting ready to turn heel back home, his ears prick to a shuffling sound coming from deeper down the alley. He moves toward the sound, sliding along one of the walls of the alley to stay in the shadows. His stomach twists when he hears a voice.

“C’mon, baby. You were so friendly this afternoon. Just let me have a little peek, huh?” Her voice answers, clearly laced with a strained distress.

“Just- just stop. It’s past curfew, what if we get caught?” The man laughs, and it takes everything in Joel not to sprint down the alley and take him out right then.

“You don’t gotta worry about getting caught when you’re with me. I run these streets. Now I suggest you quit being a little bitch and give me what I want.” He finally catches sight of them, dim figures in the outer reaches of a lone streetlamp. The man has her cornered up against the wall of the alley, his hands tugging at her clothes as she tries to push him off.

Joel moves before he can think, and in the blink of an eye, he has the man on the ground, bringing his fist down again and again as rage washes over him. The only thing that finally stops his blind rampage is a firm hand on his shoulder. He takes a shuddering breath, looking down at the man’s now pummeled face, a mess of blood, before looking over his shoulder to meet her watery gaze.

“We need to leave before someone comes looking, c’mon.” Neither of them speak as they hustle through alleys to get back to the apartment, but she holds Joel’s bloodied hand the whole way, tugging him out of his anger-induced haze.

…

“You came looking for me.” Her voice is a faint murmur as she keeps her gaze focused on his hand, daubing at his split knuckles with a damp rag in the bathroom of his apartment. He’s trying not to think too hard about the way she’s kneeling between his legs where he’s sitting on the lip of the bathtub, but his breath still catches when she finally looks up at him.

“I did.”

“Why?” 

“I was worried about you.”

“What? Joel, you don’t even like me.” He swallows thickly and she huffs at his silence, getting back to work at cleaning his busted hand.

“That’s not true.” Her hands still and she looks up at him again.

“It isn’t?” He shakes his head.

“No, it’s not. I– I like you, I do. What I don’t like is how you act with all those boys. It just– it makes me– fuck, it makes me nervous.” She sits back, fully looking at him, her brows raised in surprise.

“You? Nervous?” He huffs, not missing the crooked ghost of a smirk that spreads over her face.

“Those boys are no good, darlin. It may seem like a game to you– swiping a few extra ration cards here and there with a bat of your eyes– but I’ve seen what they’re capable of. That’s why I went looking for you– because the thought of something– of him– I couldn’t–” His rambles die in his throat when she places her palm on his thigh.

“Thank you, Joel. For– helping me tonight. You were right, at least about this one.” Her eyes fall and Joel feels worry kicking back up in his chest, bringing his hand to her jaw and coaxing her to look at him.

“He didn’t try anything else, did he? Are you– are you alright?” She sighs, but nods, her cheek pressing lightly into his palm.

“I’m fine. Got there just in time, Miller.” His shoulders slump in relief.

“I don’t want you doing deals anymore.” She opens her mouth to protest, but he presses on.

“We do just fine without all the extras. If they want pills so bad they can go through me. Tess has some new connections on the border of Vermont, could use your help mapping a route, I’m guessing. But no more of that cute shit, alright?” She grins, and he immediately regrets that last bit.

“So what I’m hearing is, you like me and you think I’m cute.” He immediately takes his hand away from her face as she laughs, her eyes crinkling up at his grumbling expression.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to tease–”

“Oh, I think you do, darlin.” That makes her laugh again and Joel has to fight off his own crooked smile. She sighs, taking one more look at his knuckles before standing and tilting her head as she looks at him.

“That’s the best I can do for your hand–” Joel’s breath stutters when she bends over, resting a hand on his shoulder as she brings her lips to his good ear.

“And for the record, I like you too, Miller.” He swallows hard before speaking, worried that his voice might give away more than he’d like it to.

“You do?” She pulls away only slightly, looking him right in the eye as she nods.

“Call me crazy, but I like ‘em a little mean.” It happens so fast, he thinks he’s been electrocuted by the bright zap of her lips smacking a kiss to his cheek. She’s already out the door when he brings his palm to where her lips just were. 

Maybe Tess was right.

#joel miller angst #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller fluff #joel tlou #tlou #tlou fanfiction #joel miller one shot #joel miller imagine

[jungle-angel]

A Bed For My Family (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You and Rhett can't stand the thought of having to temporarily leave the ranch with Amy, but you know that you'll be safe in Montana for just a little while

Warnings: Breastfeeding, Perry being a douche canoe etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse

Rhett had just finished brewing a mug full of the flavored coffee, ready to close up the house for the night, when Royal came striding in, hanging his cowboy hat and jacket up on the hook.

"You ok Dad?" Rhett asked, noting the tired, worried expression in Royal's face.

"Ran into the judge when I went to go and get mine and (y/n)'s meds at the pharmacy," Royal explained.

"Somethin happen?"

Royal didn't want to tell him, but knew that he'd have to anyways. "Perry made bail this mornin."

Rhett's eyes went a little wide. "The fuck happened?" he asked.

"I dunno," Royal answered. "All I know is that he made bail and he's loose. I asked if there was anything that could be done, but he said not for a while."

"So what does this mean for me and (y/n)?" Rhett asked.

"Means ya'll are gonna have to completely disappear for a while," Royal told him. "You both need to take Amy and leave Wabang until things can get settled."

"How long till we can come back?" Rhett asked again. "What about the ranch?"

"We'll manage," Royal answered. "We've got the hands and it's a good thing too, they hate Perry's guts, same as the rest of us. All I know is that it's gonna be a while, Rhett. I don't know how long, but it's for our sake as well as you guys. I don't want nothin happenin to that baby, you or (y/n)."

Rhett could feel a hot lump burning in his throat, his chest tightening and his eyes beginning to blur at the thought of it. "Dad I......I dunno if we can even do this?"

"Rhett," Royal said. "Do not ask me to watch you risk life and limb for Amy. She needs you and you're the only dad she's got. Her biological father's a piece of shit and the mother ran out on her. You and (y/n) are all she's got in this world. If I tell ya'll to go, then ya'll need to go now."

Rhett's jaw clenched a little. His father was right. Ever since you and him had taken her from birth, you and Rhett were the only parents she would ever know. God forbid something should happen to the both of you or to her.

"Ok," he croaked. "Ok......"

Royal hugged his son, himself strained by the thought of you and Rhett leaving with his and Cecelia's grandbaby. "Promise ya'll it'll be ok," Royal croaked. "One way or another."

Rhett trudged his way up the stairs to see if you were still awake and sure enough, you were, snuggling Amy in the rocker. The dim glow of her little Sleeping Beauty nightlight was the only light to be found in the room. You looked like a goddess in Rhett's eyes as you held her, himself taken by your soft features that seemed to show more in that dim light.

"I finally got her to sleep," you whispered.

Rhett knelt next to you and kissed Amy's little head. She had only been home a day and a half, so brand new to this world and the both of you desperate to protect her.

"Dad says we've gotta go," he said.

"Where?" you asked as a pang of fear welled inside of you.

"Up to John's in Montana," Rhett answered. "He said Perry made bail this morning and there's a chance he could come after us."

You were terrified. You knew that Perry had been arrested for trying to go after Rebecca and had almost succeeded. You remembered after Amy had been born by C-section, Rhett sitting in the hospital rocker with her, Amy's tiny form snuggled against his naked chest as he vowed to protect her from any danger in the world.

"When do we have to go?" you asked nervously.

"Tomorrow night," Rhett answered. "I'll pack a little tonight and in the morning and then we'll load up and be gone by dinner. Whatever we can't take with us, we'll get on the road."

You felt the tears coming, unsure of how long it would be until you and Rhett could return. But one thing had been certain, that no matter where you and Rhett would go......you would always return.

*************************

It was a hectic night and morning, packing what little you could both take with you and loading up the truck for the six hour drive ahead to Bozeman. Cecelia had packed a few of Amy's blankets, her favorite lovey that she had made and her little flop-eared bunny stuffie.

"Lets get ya'll bundled up, princess," Royal said, his clumsy fingers snapping the last little gold button on Amy's pink knit sweater.

"Dad, you got her?" Rhett asked him.

Royal carefully slipped her little knit cap onto her head before picking her up. He kissed the side of her head as she sucked away on her pacifier, not wanting to let her go.

"Dad?"

Rhett hadn't seen his father shed a tear in a long time, not since Grandpa River had passed away. Royal sniffed back the tears as he handed Amy off to Rhett, a cry beginning to well in her throat before Rhett calmed her right down.

"Ya'll take care son," Royal told him. "Give our best to John."

Rhett nodded. You and him both hugged his parents before you gently laid Amy in her carseat, buckling her in and covering her with one of the knitted blankets Cecelia had made for her. Much to your surprise too, Ruby and Diesel jumped into the truck as well without a single objection from Royal or Cecelia. Both of them assured you that things would be fine and that Tiny and Willie were safely locked up in the book barn with their kittens.

It saddened you both to have to pull out of the driveway and get on the road, but you watched and waved until your in-laws and their ranch were nothing more than a speck in the distance. You heard Rhett sniff back his own tears from up front and a high pitched whine from Diesel, the burly rottweiler who had been Rhett and Royal's companion since puppyhood.

It was without a doubt, the longest road trip the two of you had ever been on, much longer than the one you had taken when you and Rhett were in college. Amy had slept a good three and a half hours before she woke up hungry and just in time for Rhett to pull into the nearest gas station for snacks and to fill the truck. You fed Amy as soon as you had pulled in, amazed that she had latched onto you so quickly. Being on the lactation medicine had been a pain in the ass, but you knew it would be better for Amy in the long run.

It wasn't too long before you had at last crossed into Montana, the traffic in Billings reaching ludicrous proportions as the sun began to set. After another good two and a half hours, you finally reached the Dutton Yellowstone Ranch, the truck snaking its way up the long gravel drive and into the bright porch lights.

John ventured out into the subzero, snowy night to greet the both of you. "Your dad told me ya'll were comin," he said.

"Took our sweet time gettin here too," Rhett laughed, his teeth beginning to chatter.

"C'mon, ya'll get inside," John told him. "It's gonna dip down into single digits tonight and nobody's sleeping in their cars."

John hurried to help you both unload, taking Amy's carseat with the sleeping baby inside and leaving Rhett to help you out of the truck. Diesel and Ruby went ahead of you both, scratching at the front door until you opened it and John let you both in.

He let you leave your suitcases at the door before you could kick off your boots and coats, hanging everything on the hooks and sticking your shoes on the hard plastic mat. Rip and Beth were still up but Kayce and Monica were busy elsewhere putting two year old Tate to bed.

"Alright, one for you," John said, handing you a mug full of coffee. "And one for the cowboy."

"Thanks Uncle John," Rhett replied, taking the mug.

"Not a worry," he said, lifting Amy out of her carrier. "Heard ya'll had a hell of a time gettin up here."

"Yeah but we're damn glad to be here," you told him.

John could agree one hundred and ten percent. It may not have been the best of circumstances, but he was glad to have you, Rhett and Amy on any given day, especially now.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #royal abbott #cecelia abbott #john dutton #outer range #yellowstone #outer range x yellowstone crossover

[lizzylucky]

Thoughts and Observations From the Movie, Part 4/4

Back again one last time for whatever this nonsense compilation is!

If it isn’t immediately recognizable, this is the scene when Leo goes “what you fail to understand is that I missed on purpose”, and he stabs the leg of the mech suit Krang one is in to ensure it goes with him when he teleports to the blade he threw to the other side of the portal. 

And I REALLY wanted to point out this particular shot because of the splatter. It’s kinda gory, but it further implies that the technology used by the Krang is not entirely inanimate; it’s got a biological nature entwined with the technological structure of everything. This is especially interesting to me for another sort-of theory I’ll explain later in the post.

Further content below the cut!

More angst! Delicious. Prepare yourselves, because I have a lot to say about this part of the movie.

Watching the way each brother reacts to what they believe to be Leo’s death sentence, effectively his death, really, given they don’t think he’ll ever exist within their reality again, is… so hard, but it shows a lot about their individual thought processes.

Mikey had his hands clasped over his mouth, fear, anxiety, and disbelief radiating off him. He’s watching that portal shut down in slow motion, already teary eyed and subconsciously trying to will away what just happened. As the portal blinks out of existence, his arms drop to his side and his posture drops and stiffens in tandem with his forefront emotions mixing and making him go numb. Now, he’s just trying to process it, pushing against the reality as it trudges through the gears of his mind, still in fight or flight mode. He’s frozen between his disbelief and the latent need to do something while grief takes the place of all that anxiety he was feeling before.

I think this actually leads pretty seamlessly into his attempts to rescue Leo. It’s established right near the beginning of the movie that Mikey holds so much faith in his family and in himself, believing that your own determination can be stronger than anything that gets in your way. It’s one of his defining character traits; such a fundamental part of who he is that they use it to help introduce him in the movie.

“According to my calculations, as long as you believe in yourself, you can do anything!”

While Mikey is stuck processing what just happened to Leo, stuck in disbelief, his emotions are warring with who he is at heart, and it’s why he goes numb until that desperation to change reality by sheer force of will comes in. Until that point, he seems to struggle a little with differentiating between what he believed should have been the outcome, and what reality was telling him.

Raph, similarly to Mikey, watched the moments before the portal closed with fear and anxiety gripping his heart. He knew and understood what Leo was doing probably better than any of them because that’s what he does. You have to consider that only ten minutes prior to this, Raph had been fighting Leo with intent to kill and no control over that. 

Raph has been fighting for the entire movie, first against some low level villains, then the Foot Clan, then the Krang, then the take over of that horrible Krang biogrowth and against its mind control, and all of it, all of it, was for his brothers. This horrible thing the Krang did to him happened because he chose to protect Leo, and we all know he wouldn’t take it back for anything because his family comes first. He knows that, and he only just overcame all of it only to watch his little brother do something necessary but heartbreaking. 

I think Raph felt it was his job to protect Leo. Forget who’s leader, Raph is Leo’s older brother, and none of them, being kids, should have had to do any of this, so, naturally, it’s Raph’s job to lighten the load for them as much as possible. He thinks it should have been him up there, making sure his siblings never had to bear this particular burden again. Watching someone else do what was normally his job probably leaves him feeling out of place, leaves it all feeling utterly surreal, and when it’s done and their connection to his younger brother is cut off forever, he breaks.

Everything about this is unreal, but watching Leo make a concrete decision and watching the portal close were real, and with all those thoughts about being a protector floating around suddenly having been shut down, it’s all Raph can do to fall to his knees and grieve. Beat the earth for making the worst things a reality, slam his fists for having failed to do their job, curling in on himself because his sense of self, his sense of purpose, is crumbling and he has no other way to hold the pieces together.

He will never even have the opportunity to protect Leo again.

Then, there’s Donnie. I’ve seen a lot of really good interpretations of his reaction to Leo’s sacrifice, and though it isn’t a common one I should admit I disagree with the one where the reason he’s apparently shocked by his own tears is that he doesn’t really cry. He maybe doesn’t cry super often, but Donnie is, despite appearances and behavior, actually a very emotional person, more sentimental than all his family, in some ways. 

Notice that Donnie, at first, is facing the portal, and, for me at least, the expression on his face seems to convey a stream of thought composed entirely of the word “no”, over and over again. Like he’s mentally demanding “what are you doing?” and refusing to acknowledge that he knows exactly what Leo is doing, exactly what’s about to happen, and exactly what it means the rest of life is going to look like for him. 

Donnie, with his highly observational and overworked thought process is analyzing every part of this situation, following the logic of Leo’s decision, looking for any other possible outcome and ruling all ideas out, one by one, as every one of Leo’s words and every element of their circumstances converge on the same result. He’s so busy focusing on the analytical perspective of all the emotion that he doesn’t realize he’s panicking, doesn’t realize it isn’t an effective method against having to feel those emotions.

So, when the portal implodes and destroys every possible future with Leo in it, changes everything about how Donnie thinks and perceives his own reality, it forces every train of thought to a stop and Donnie to confront these emotions with no logical anchor to his new reality. I think that’s why he turns around, because the longer he looks at the last remaining remnants of what took his brother, the more real that all becomes, and it’s overwhelming.

It also seems to be why he’s so shocked by his own tears. He went from being engaged with countless logical trails to follow to overwhelmingly empty in several ways-- none of which he could put words to. Finding the tears on his face and realizing that the emptiness and grief and pain were all he had in that moment, and that they were getting past every failsafe he had to keep them under control, seemed to go against the nature of his own mind and further confirmed that even looking away from what happened made it no less real. 

If he was grieving already, then he couldn’t have imagined what he saw, and that’s just one more piece of logic that clears from his mind and leaves him emotionally stunned.

Okay, that was a little intense, so. Let’s change tracks 😅

Supposedly even the shape of Raph’s and Donnie’s eyes here is a nod to the shape of Leo’s, and this is such a cool thought. Leo and Raph, earlier in the series, briefly had each other’s eyes when Ninja Mind Melding, which symbolized their intense connection to one another.

So the idea that something similar is happening here has me almost giddy. It was Mikey’s desperate attempt to save Leo that triggered the formation of the portal he creates, and Raph and Donnie are just as desperate once they realize all hope is not lost. What you see with their eyes here implies that the reason making this portal was possible is not just Mikey’s mystical prowess or his desire to open a portal to the prison dimension, but the brothers’ intense and deeply emotional attatchment to Leo. The portal worked because Mikey was looking for Leo, NOT the prison dimension. And I just think that’s neat

That little red-ish spot in the center of this screenshot is Krang One, still in his mech suit, which is huge in comparison to the boys. Now look at the figure behind him, and think about how massive and mech-suit-like that thing is.

I don’t have screenshots from the last episodes of the show, but remember that they found the skeleton of a Krang inside the head of the crying titan? Who happens to be ENORMOUS? Yeah, I have some thoughts and concerns alike.

And! A final, much fluffier note to end on! Subtitles don’t show it, and it was quiet enough that I missed it the first few times I watched the movie, but here on this ending scene, actually in the moment before it shows this particular image, you can hear Donnie shout, “all right, big Raphie, let’s do it!” and I just think that’s utterly adorable.

As I’m writing this I have no idea if anyone will read any of these four posts, but if you did, thank you! I like feeling heard :3 If you have any thoughts or add ons, or if you know, like, some super obscure, unknown cool/silly detail from the movie, I’d love to hear it! Additionally, if anyone wants me to expand on any of the things I said, or if you’re curious about my perspective on other theories around these things, my ask box is always open!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise of the tmnt #save rottmnt #save rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #save rise of the tmnt #analysis #theory #screenshot #rottmnt movie #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles movie #rise of the tmnt movie #rise leo #rise donnie #rise raph #rise mikey

[finalmoment]

i talked a little bit already about why i dont want vash to get angry right away, but i think...i really like stories about characters that find certain emotions nearly impossible, and repress the hell out of them/dont feel them at all, until someone nourishes the spark of that emotion and fans it to life and lets them acclimatize to it slowly.

vash is so deeply, life-ruiningly depressed that he cant muster a shred of anger at any of the injustices committed against him personally (unless they were committed by his brother). so it makes no sense for him to start now. what would make sense is for this to be the arc of season 2 - for wolfwood and milly and meryl to teach vash how to feel angry, how to hold it close and let it warm his hands without being burnt by it. how to make of it a shield first, then a weapon. how anger isn't just the poison that kills but also the howling animal that guards the weak. i want them to teach him to protect himself without forcing him to pick a side or hurt anyone - remind him that he does not have to take every hit just because someone else thinks he should. that he's worth more alive than used up. that he's worth something all the time, and not just when he thinks he's earned the right to exist. that he deserved better, always did and still does. i want him to fight this realization at first, because it hurts to get better after a lifetime of using barbed wire as a safety blanket. it takes a long time, but he gets there. and he doesn't get there alone.

and then i want him to even things out with nai - whatever shape that takes for vash. i want him to earn it every step of the way, a slow upward trudge through the mud and rain that's as hard as the downward spiral was easy. but i think that would feel so good to see playing out - not an instant fix, but one well-deserved and worked for and really, truly, his.

#notes #trigun stampede

[specialagentlokitty]

Giles x teen!reader - the family you need

Part 4:

You walked home, and you didn’t everything you could think off to try calm down, you had a shower, your tried cooking, cleaning, taking a nap, listening to music.

It took a long while, but eventually you had your anger back under control, you had calmed yourself down, and you sighed, burying your head in your hands.

You skipped the rest of the week of school, ignoring your door and phone, focusing on killing demons instead.

As Monday rolled around you trudged your way to the library, hesitant as you reached for the door, but you took a deep breath and opened it.

“Mr Giles?” You called.

You stepped in and he came out of his office, setting some books in the side.

“Thank goodness you’re alright, you had us all terribly worried (Y/N), we tried to call you and they tried your apartment.”

“Yeah I know…”

You sighed a little, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your hoodie.

“Im sorry if I upset you, or if I pried too much, but what I heard was concerning.”

You shrugged a little, walking over to a chair and you sat down, kicking your feet up on the chair opposite you.

“I get it, you hear a kids got a bunch of scars, you wanna figure out what’s going on, I get that you know?”

Giles slowly walked over, sitting himself on the table, his back to you as he listened.

“I mean it makes sense, kid looks like they get beat every night, you have to do something about that, it’s your job to be worried. I overreacted and I’m sorry.”

He turned to look at you, shaking his head.

“It was no overreaction, it was extremely understanding, I pushed into something you most likely don’t want to remember. You were hurt, angry, and that’s okay, but I don’t worry about you because it’s my job (Y/N), yes it may be my job to look after you all, but I worry because I care. I care about you all, so after what I heard I wish to ensure that you are safe.”

You turned your gaze away from him.

“It’s in the past, you can’t change the past.”

“But it still hurts, does it not?”

“Yes, it does. The past is always going to hurt Mr Giles, but what’s happened has happened, we can’t change that, but we can learn from it. The past is what makes us who we are right?”

Giles nodded his head.

“Then what does that make you?”

“I don’t know yet, I haven’t figured that much out, but I’m still learning.”

He smiled softly at you.

“I see, but are you safe?”

“Yes, I’m safe.”

“There’s nobody in your apartment that is hurting you?”

You shook your head.

“No sir, I live alone.”

“Alone?”

“Like I said, things of the past.”

He sighed, nodding his head, and he looked at you.

“If you were in danger you come straight to me, do you understand?”

He got up, coming back with a slip of paper and he gave it to you.

“If you think you are in any danger, or you don’t feel safe, you either call here, or my home, or you come and find me, these are my numbers, and all the places you can find me if I’m not here. Any danger at all, I don’t care how small it may be.”

He took the paper, looking at it for a moment before you looked up at him.

“Am I making myself clear?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I will not have you going through anything of this sort again, especially not alone. You are not alone anymore.”

This made you smile a little bit, and you put the paper into your pocket.

“Thank you…”

“I truly am sorry for whatever had happened to you in the past, and if there does come a day you wish to talk about then I am all ears.”

You nodded your head and stood up, looking at him you smiled a little.

“Can you tell the others I’m sorry? I don’t really want to see them right now..”

“Of course I will.”

With that you left, going back home.

You pinned the paper he gave you to the fridge so you always knew where to find it.

Heading to your balcony, you stood overlooking the part of town that you could see.

You felt guilty that he didn’t know about you, he was so ready to help you, so ready to protect you, just like Colt.

But he didn’t know the truth, if they found out what you were would they be so worried about you? Would the kill you?

You had no idea.

Taking a small breath, you closed your eyes for a second and opened them again, and you saw the burst of demonic energy.

“Of course…”

Hoping over the balcony you landed on the street and began running, but you couldn’t see anything else from the ground, so you sought higher ground.

Jumping into a shop, you jumped on to the next tallest building and looked around.

You saw the flash of red again, and you ran towards it, knowing exactly where it was coming from.

Jumping down, you looked at the school seeing the door had been blown in and you slowly walked over.

Whispering the small chant, you drew your sword from your arm, putting it over your back.

You could smell the demonic energy, and hear the sounds of fighting.

Crouching, you looked down the corridor and you watched the demon throw Buffy into some lockers and stop.

“I know you’re here~” the demon taunted.

You stayed quiet, without drawing your sword the demon wouldn’t be able to fully sense you.

“Come on now my young leader, don’t play games with me.”

You crept back the way you came and down a different hallway.

You circled the demon, and when he turned his back to you, you grabbed Buffy, pulling her into the classroom, clamping a hand over her mouth.

“Is there anybody else here…?”

She nodded, and you moved your hand.

“Library…”

“Buffy you need to get them out of here…”

You heard a noise making the pair of you go quiet, and you looked at her, gesturing to the door.

“You can’t fight him…”

“I’ll be okay… please… get them out of here…”

“You can’t!”

“Go!”

You pushed her towards the door and you ran out the other, whistling loudly to catch the demons attention to distract him from buffy.

“Yeah, that’s right you bastard follow me!”

You spun around, leading the demon the other way and when you were sure you were in the clear you spun on your heel.

Raising your hand and you slammed it into the demons face, sending him through a wall.

“Ah, they warned me you would be strong.”

He grinned, standing up and in a flash he was in front of you, his fist connected with your stomach sending you flying through the walls outside.

Rolling on the grass, you grunted in pain and sat up.

Pushing yourself up, you whispered the chant again, putting your sword away.

You knew what he wanted, and you weren’t going to let him have it.

The demon walked outside, grinned from ear to ear, tilting his head a little.

“Oh they’ve made you their pet, how cute, I bet they don’t even know what you are.”

“Shut your mouth.”

Charged you swung from him, and he jumped on the roof so you followed him, throwing punch after punch that he easily dodged.

He grabbed your hoodie, throwing you in the air, and jumped up, slamming his leg into your chest sending your flying straight back through the roof so hard you put a small hole in the floor.

You coughed, blood flying from your mouth as you took a deep breath, and he smirked from on the roof above you.

“You’re weak, embrace it. Embrace what your father gave you.”

“Don’t you dare…”

The demon jumped down, grabbing you by the shirt he punched you over and over in the face.

“Do it!”

Buffy jumped on him, and he easily threw her off, looking around the library.

“Oh how cute, they can’t even see me, let’s change that.” He snarled.

“Don’t you dare…” you whispered.

He punched you again and got up, stalking towards them all.

He didn’t hurt them too badly, he simply scratch them all with a clawed finger, then he smirked at you.

“Now they can see me it’s going to be so much more fun to kill them..”

You slowly pushed yourself up, sneering lowly.

“Don’t… you dare…”

He paced around you in a circle.

“Maybe I’ll start with the slayer, never killed one before, should be fun. But either way you’ll watch me kill all of them.”

“Don’t touch them!”

You lunged forward, kicking him through the doors, breathing heavily.

Giles saw that spark in you that he saw the other day, he saw the small flash of blue in your eyes but it was gone.

The demon laughed manically.

“Oh your father is going to be so proud!”

The demon charger, standing in front of you.

“I’ll drag your body back me…”

He grabbed you, spinning around the threw you back outside and you rolled on the grass, blood flying from your mouth and the various cuts you had all over your body.

Pushing yourself up, you limped back over, and you whispered the chant again, drawing the sword from your arm.

Standing at the top of the stairs you looked at the demon who was stood there.

“That’s what I’m talking about… but they’ll find you~”

“Not if I stay in control they won’t…”

You took a shallow breath, slowly drawing your sword, blue flames lighting up your body, lighting the sword and you tossed the scabbard aside.

“You want to fight… then fight…”

He lunged and you were gone, roundhouse kicking him back to the floor, and you jumped, slamming your sword at him and he barely moved out the way.

He tried to punch you but you blocked it, and lunged again, his fists the only thing blocking your sword.

Giles rounded everybody up and pushed them into his office out of the way.

You were slammed into the ground, then thrown into some books.

No amount of hits could stop you, even when you could barely stand you kept fighting, standing between the demon and the office door.

“I won’t let you.. hurt them…”

“Try to stop me.” He sneered.

With a cry of pain, and anger, you swung your sword, blue flames branching out and he stared in horror.

“He will win! You will rule by your father’s side!”

“He is not… my father…” you spat.

The flames surrounded him, and he screamed as he was turned to ashes.

You took a few deep breaths, extinguishing the flames so nobody else got hurt in any way by them.

Breathing heavily you took a few shaky steps you dropped to your knees, coughing blood on the floor.

You pushed yourself up, limping to the scabbard, and you slumped again the wall, sheathing the sword.

Whispering the chant, you put it back and groaned in pain, trying to stand up but you couldn’t, no matter how hard you tried your body just wouldn’t let you.

The door to the office was opened and slowly they all came out.

They looked around the mess, and you groaned in pain, closing your eyes before opening them again.

“I.. I’m sorry… about the books…”

They snapped their gazes to you, and you gave weak smile, and rested your head back on the wall.

“What the hell are you?” Buffy whispered.

You said nothing, and Giles held his arm out as she went step forward.

You recognised that look, it was the look they all had then they find out.

“Do you not recognise the blue fire?” Xander whispered.

“No?” She whispered back.

Giles took his glasses off, cleaning them before he turned his attention back to you, putting them on, and he looked at you.

More so, he stared at you.

“The flames of satan himself. This is the demonic child of Satan, I heard rumours about this, but never did I think it was true.”

“I’m.. sorry…”

You groaned in pain, slowly pushing yourself up, stumbling a few steps into the stairs and fell over once again.

You couldn’t stand, you needed time to heal, but you couldn’t go anywhere until then, so you simply just kept getting up, falling over until you finally found a spot in the school away from them so you didn’t have to see the looks on their faces

#buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer x you #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #buffy the vampire slayer #Rupert Giles #Rupert Giles x reader #Rupert Giles x you #Rupert Giles imagine

[crowborn666-writes]

So I’m asking for another request😂 because your writing is amazingggg. Whenever I see my requests during work, it just makes my day.

So this time I have something a little different👀 could I request a dabi/touya todoroki x female reader? Where the reader is Dabi’s girlfriend but is a kind soul. She doesn’t like what dabi does but he’s very protective and kind to her.

So maybe he gets home in the middle of the night and finds the reader crying on the couch. She was super worried about him after hearing the news of the heroes going after him and she kinda nags him with tears. He just chuckles and says cute things and maybe they cuddle lol.

You can totally add or change whatever you’d like!! Thanks in advance for writing this!!🙏🏻❤️ take your time!

Despite The Things He Does

(Snowwwwww TvT ❤️) (side note, so I hear S6 of MHA is either out or coming out, sooo cue me binging the rest of S5)

Dabi x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Romantic

Summary: Despite the things Dabi does, he still finds kindness for you.

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You woke up slowly, the blankets having been kicked off the bed and fan running. This was a normal occurrence, your head turning to press into the scarred shoulder next to you. You usually would stay up late whenever you had the hunch Dabi would be coming over, and you’d start the night bundled up under the blankets together, but somewhere in the night Dabi would kick them away and let you curl into him for warmth.

You’d awake and find him wrapped around you, keeping you close and warm, before proceeding to deny everything when he finally awoke.

You never minded, the act being uniquely Dabi, and once he finally let go, you’d trudge into the kitchen to make breakfast like every other morning.

He’d stay for only one plate-full, clean his plate at your sink before absconding off to do whatever villain business he had.

It worried you to no end, despite the things he does, you somehow found love for him in your heart.

As if on cue, a slight shift from you had him pulling you closer, and you allowed it like usual, tucking yourself under his chin and against his chest. You laid there for a few minutes before you lifted your chin, mumbling into Dabi’s ear.

“What d’you want for breakfast?”

“Don’t care.”

You smiled at the sound of his voice being muffled by your shoulder, moments before he released you, eyes watching you slip away and down the hall where the sound of kitchenware quickly followed.

It wasn’t long until you felt his warmth at your back again, arms looped loosely around your waist as his head pressed into the crook of your neck. You pressed your cheek into his hair, hands focused on the pan of bacon and eggs in front of you.

As usual, Dabi stayed for only one serving, washing the dishes with you before slipping away and leaving a lingering kiss to your cheek.

You were about your day by routine, working a few hours at the local book shop, coming back home to unwind.

But today, the news had been going on and on, about how heroes were believed to have come upon one of the League members. You told yourself things would be fine, but as the hours stretched on and on, you began to worry.

You curled up on the couch, bundled up in a blanket as you flipped through channels, trying to ignore the news for now.

You weren’t sure why you were worried, the villains needed to be caught. Plus, Dabi could handle himself.

…Right?

A glance at the clock showed 12:38 am. Dabi usually showed up between 10 and 11, and you were usually mostly asleep by then anyways. But here you were, wide awake, worried. Remote trembling in your hand as you found no strength in your thumb to push down on the buttons, to change away from yet another late night news station.

You turned away, thumb pressing forcefully down on the off button to the TV, plunging yourself into darkness with a mechanical click. You tossed the remote onto the coffee table, uncaring if it missed and fell onto the floor as you stood, unable to stop your pacing.

Your mind was a whirlwind of worry, only broken by the sudden sound of your window clicking and creaking open.

“(Y/n)?”

He had apparently seen your before you had seen him, but Dabi’s voice was enough to make you break into tears. He was quick to flick on a lamp as he made his way to you, hands holding you by the arms. “What’s wrong?”

You took a moment to draw in a breath, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to relax. “The-The news… said… th-that heroes were going after the League… a-and I just got really worried and—!”

“You think some lousy fresh-outta-school heroes are gonna be able to stop me?” Dabi laughed a bit, offering a gentle smile that helped you relax.

“Well,” you sniffled, leaning into the warm palm that reached out to brush away your tears, “I didn’t know they were new heroes, you just come home real late and sometimes with injuries so I just get really worried and…”

As you trailed off, finding no more words come to you, Dabi leaned in to hold you. “You don’t gotta be worried about me, I’m alright and uninjured.”

“You could at least tell me when you're on your way. That way I’m not left wondering if…”

You trailed off, not wanting to finish your thoughts. Dabi leaned down to kiss you, hands warm against your skin where he held your face.

“I’ll start texting you when I’m dropping by, would that help ease your worries?”

“Yes it would.” You then reached out to tug on his arm, “Now come to bed, I would like to not mess up my sleep schedule.”

“Whatever you say, dear.”

#mha #bnha #fluff #bnha fic #mha x reader #bnha x reader #mha fic #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #dabi #mha dabi #bnha dabi #mha touya #bnha touya #touya todoroki fic

[quietwingsinthesky]

38 for the Master and/or 39 for Even? Up to u what qualifies as disturbing :3

what the fuck lee. (<- appreciative)

so here is. 4000 words. of that. unedited, right now, because it is nearly midnight and i've been writing for. well, let's see, you sent this six hours ago so. let's say four-ish hours? and with any luck. this thing that i have created is 👍. that's all i want. i need it to be 👍. anyway. pokes him.

Even has decided they don't like deserts.

It isn't a hard decision. No matter how well they believe they've covered every inch of skin while they trudge through the sand after the Master, Gallifrey's twin suns still find the gaps and cook them to a deep, stinging red. The goggles meant to protect their eyes are too tight, digging into their sunburnt cheeks, but they're still a better option than having to wipe the grit out to see every five minutes. They're soaked in sweat under their clothes, sore from head to toe, and the only thing they can be glad of, if anything, is that the Master is just as miserable as they are.

They don't know why he wanted to come here. He'd dragged them all the way out to that abandoned shack, as though he was expecting something. Whatever it was didn't come to him. They'd at least had some shade under the rotting wooden roof, watching him with their head against the wall and their watch between their fingers. It had been very warm, but that wasn't surprising, given the climate. (Though they'd kept it beneath their robes, lest they risk accidentally burning their fingertips on hot metal when they went to play with it.) Now, he's dragging them back out to their TARDIS—too paranoid about a completely empty stretch of sand to park closer to their destination. Even can make out her shape. The goggles are tinted darker than Even would have liked, but the rise of bone from the sand is impossible to miss, some long-decayed Gallifreyan megafauna for them to crawl inside of.

He's too quiet. It puts them on edge. Out here, it might be understandable, but he'd snapped at and shut down any attempt at finding out what they were doing out here before they'd set out, been almost completely silent at that old building, and they doubted he'd be any more talkative once he was back inside their TARDIS.

And there's tension in his neck. A twitch that won't go away in his arm. However quick his feet fall, they hit the sand too hard, a constant, rhythmic thud that's only aggravating him more.

They look out across the desert and see nothing. They don't know what he's seen out here.

They can guess hazard a guess as to what he hears, though.

They tuck their head down and focus on setting their feet down in the footsteps he leaves behind. It passes the time better than watching the slow approach of the carcass that camouflages their vehicle.

That's why they notice the patch of sand that doesn't match the others. It's dark. The grains don't flow with the wind the way everything around it does. Too much of it is moving.

"Stop." He doesn't, and they can barely hear themselves through the fabric keeping the lower half of their face out of the sun. They yank it down. "Stop!"

That time, at least, they know he just isn't listening.

His foot goes down into the sand, sinks as he tries to recoil from the instability, and then the sand starts moving up his leg.

It's not a Dalek, which is good, and it's not something worse than a Dalek, which is better. Their minuscule bodies glitter in the harsh sunlight brightly enough that Even can see each one easily through their goggles. There are dozens of them digging themselves out of the sand, scurrying up towards the Master's leg. A few of them cling onto the outside of his clothing, and he's able to shake those off. Others go beneath. Even loses track of them.

The Master lifts his arm. Even's not sure what he's about to do, but they take the opportunity he's given them to duck and slip underneath it, grabbing his hand so that he'll hold onto them. They have two feet to brace compared to his one. His fingers dig into their shoulder harshly, and they grip his hand tighter in return as they pull, once, twice—he hisses between his teeth like they're threatening to yank his arm out of its socket—and with one final lurch, he comes free. The sudden momentum sends them both spinning, and though Even lets him go to try and catch their own balance, he doesn't, pulling them down the dune with him.

Each tumble leaves their sides aching. They spit sand dry from their uncovered mouth, enough that they regret bothering to warn the Master at all. It gets under their lips, against their gums, and there's nothing they can do about that but shove it to the side to deal with later. They get traction, turning as they roll to grasp out at the shifting dune and drag themself to a halt. They don't roll as far as he does. Even gets their knees under them. The sand is so hot that they can feel it beneath their palms, through their gloves. They suck in a breath, only to choke on it, hot grains flying freely down their airway. By the time they've managed to gag up a pitiful amount of saliva from the back of their throat, they look up to see the tiny, shining things moving together like a snake through the sand towards them.

Even carries the weapons, as they carry the water. To reach for their gun is almost comforting in how familiar it is, from the weight to the notches their fingers find to grip it to the way it wakes up in their hands as they aim.

The sound it makes when they fire is just as familiar, though it lingers in their ears with different ghosts. Exterminate, their mind echoes when nothing else supplies the sound. (Certainly not the long-destroyed owner they'd peeled the foundation of their weapon off of.) Their lips part slightly, the first syllable curling their tongue- And then the shot lands with a burning crackle at the head of the illusory snake. It breaks apart, scattering bodies across the sand, some burrowing immediately to get away from the fire that catches briefly against the sand. The blast area is charred black. They can't tell if that's the sand or the tiny…

"What were those?" they ask the Master, tipping their head back towards him. The calm feeling that follows a successful shot shrinks away. At first, they think he's seizing, but his movements are too coordinated. He's trying to strip his clothes away from his leg, and the skin he reveals is crawling with the things.

Or bleeding. Why is he bleeding?

Even shakes their head before they skid down the rest of the dune towards him. When they touch him, he snaps his head in their direction, teeth bared and eyes wild with as much fear and anger that can fit in them. Even freezes like prey should.

The Master squeezes his eyes shut. He gropes for their hand, haphazardly slapping their weapon from it. It lands in the sand, forgotten as he drags them in closer. "Kill them," he coughs. There's sand sticking to every bit of his face that's exposed. "The ones that haven't burrowed-"

They hate that word, suddenly. "Hold still!" they snap back, pulling their hand out of his grip. He tenses up. Their heart pounds hard in their skull, right at their temple. The things are wriggling across his skin, and they see one- The tint of the goggles makes it hard to tell when they're in the shadow cast by Even's own body, but it stops moving, squirms, and then the Master's skin breaks around it as they realize too late where it's going. Even's stomach clenches. The Master makes a painful whine in the back of his throat, leg convulsing.

They don't know what else to do. They slap one of the things. There's a crunch underneath their palm. They draw it back, and that one isn't moving.

They hit another one, and the Master bites down on a scream. It's his skin they're striking to get at the creatures.

Are they alive? Their bodies don't come apart when they cease to move, no matter how hard Even hits them. A leg breaks off of one of them, but they don't burst like a body that small should. They don't leak any fluid onto their gloves or the Master's skin.

Even kills them, one by one, not nearly fast enough to stop more from digging into him. He can feel where the things are crawling and can direct Even's hands, but the Master can't catch any of them fast enough without seeing them, without being distracted by the rest making their way deeper into his flesh.

The sand is littered with tiny broken bodies. Even doesn't have time to examine them. "Get up," they tell him. His head rolls back against the sand, expression contorted with pain. Even doesn't wait for him to listen. They pick up their gun and stow it. They get on one knee, their heel sinking slightly into the sand as they get ready. They haul him up into a sitting position. He protests that with a hiss between his teeth, which they ignore. "Get! Up! I need to fix you!" They're grateful that of the two of them, they weigh more. It's still a struggle to pull him up to his feet. They don't think they could carry him outright, but if he can do even a little of the work, they can stumble the rest of the way to their TARDIS.

The Master tries to take too much of his own weight. He screams.

Even winces. They adjust their grip on him until he's slumped against them, his head knocking theirs as his heavy inhales ring in their ear.

"I said to stop," they whisper, very quietly. They're pretty sure he doesn't hear them. That he can't hear anything but his own breathing.

They lumber the final stretch to the TARDIS like a three-legged beast. The Master staggers more than he steps, and Even shoulders the unsteady burden of him as best they can.

They between two ribs, and their foot hits the floor of their TARDIS rather than more sand. They drag the Master forward a few more feet before they finally let him slip away from them. He doesn't scream this time, but they still hear the sound that could have been one as its strangled to death in his throat.

They can't move. They have to, but they can't look away from his collapsed body, shaking with pain. Not until the Master's voice scrapes out of his raw throat and breaks whatever was holding them in place. "Tweezers." Even nods. "Keep one alive. I want to see it. Kill the rest, and don't let them touch you."

Even wants badly to discard the outer layers they're wearing, but they don't. They'll take whatever protection they can get.

The Doctor's TARDIS had a very well-stocked medical chamber. Theirs is not, but it keeps them alive. (And they have the feeling it still would have been thousands of years more advanced than anything Earth had access to, at the least. Some medical technology doesn't change, however. Like tweezers.) Even will probably help him into it later, once the active threat is gone and he still needs patching up.

They bring a box with them. It did have something else in it, but they turned it upside down and dumped its contents on the floor. It's a box for specimens now.

The Master is not dead when they get back. They let out a breath. He's propped himself against a wall, working to expose each of the bleeding intrusions. Even counts thirteen of them.

They sit in front of him. He's knocking his head back against the wall. They try not to count out the beats, head down to work.

There are three in his torso, and they hope those are the most shallow. They had to crawl further than the others to get there. Even swallows back nausea imagining the tiny bodies clawing and digging deeper into him. They rest a hand against his sternum to keep him still, the beat of his skull against the wall the only thing they can hear as they concentrate. The tweezers widen the hole the thing had made slightly. The Master's mouth twists. Even wants to drag their hand through their hair, but both are too busy to allow it. The tweezers slide deeper, grasping at nothing at first. Deeper, deeper, and Even thinks they have something. It's bumping the end of the tweezers, something they hope means that whatever is at the end is moving on its own. They squeeze the tweezers a few times until they catch hold. Even drags it back out gingerly.

They pause to look at the thing. It's sort of like a bug, with a fat, bullet body cased in black and flailing legs, covered in slick blood. It looks vaguely familiar to them, but they can't place it. Then again, most bugs look the same to them. They put the first one they retrieve in the box and shut it in.

Again, they delve inside him. The Master begins to whine again, but this time, the noise doesn't stop, just rises and falls as they dig around for the bug.

"Distract yourself," Even urges. "Talk at me." The Master pushes a breath out between his teeth.

He shoots a hand out. The movement jars Even's arm and jabs the tweezers into something inside him that makes him squirm. They manage to get a hold on the next bug. It struggles against them as they pull it free from his belly and slap it against the ground, crushing it under their foot for good measure. The metallic crunch they heard before is even louder that time.

The Master curls his fingers twice, jerking his hand towards the box. Even pauses to give it to him. He can see the bug safely through the translucent sides.

His brow furrows, this time in more concentration than pain as they go digging for the third bug.

"I don't know what that is," he finally says. "It's not organic?"

"Not organic. Doesn't bleed," they answer.

"It's almost shaped like a sand beetle." He tilts the box. "Too short, I think. The coloring is wrong. It might be enough to fool someone else. Not anyone who spends their free time in the drylands, but who would ever go there voluntarily?"

We did, Even doesn't say. They're too focused now, and they don't want to break his train of thought and risk him dropping away from speech into more awful noises. He's stopped beating his head so hard against the wall.

"I don't think they were meant to be there, or we would have seen more of them." He shuts his eyes briefly. "Or not now. Not yet. Not anymore." He squeezes them shut tighter, his whole face wrinkling around the force of it. "You have no idea what it feels like when time is breaking and reforming around us!" he snaps at them, volume rising out of nowhere. Even shrinks back, eyes narrowed at him, but they don't stop digging for the bug. "It's all deteriorating, with us inside! I don't-" He cuts himself off, sucking in breaths hard and fast as Even grabs for the bug, hits something, and then only pulls free one broken leg of it.

"No. Talk." He's shaking again. "Talk!" They force the tweezers back into the same hole. They get the body of the bug this time. they pull it out.

"I don't know what it is," he says, quiet again. "I left. I left before it got worse. So I don't know what it is, or who made it." Even straightens his leg out to dig in his thigh for more bugs. "Or maybe it isn't from the war. Maybe someone's science fair project got out."

"Science fair projects don't kill people," Even says. "They're… bananas. I think." They try to cast their mind back to when they heard about that, and they think that's what the Doctor said they were. "You plug batteries into them." The Master's leg twitches as they pull another bloody hunk of bug out of him.

"Not at the Academy." Their eyes flick up to his face, but his are closed, his hand resting over them. The box with their living specimen rests on his stomach, the thing inside angrily twisting and clicking away to no avail. "Well, xenobiology, maybe, but you would never win anything if you were playing with something from Earth."

"Don't all the children win at a science fair?"

"Not," the Master repeats, "at the Academy." (Even mouths the phrase themself, very quietly, because it feels wrong for it to only be repeated once.) He pauses. "I'm sure wherever taught you gave you plenty of little fake metals so that you felt like you were worth something."

Even crushes another bug. Only a few more. The Master looks slightly dazed when he opens his eyes, staring up at nothing.

They stare down at the bloody tweezers for a moment, considering their words.

"I didn't go to school," they offer.

"I'm not surprised. The Doctor enjoys when you're all so easily impressed."

Even was going to tell him more.

They glare at him instead before shoving the tweezers in again. The Master jerks hard enough that his head cracks back against the wall.

Soon, they're surrounded by tiny broken bugs. Even has to help him back into the guts of their TARDIS, to the medical chamber where he'll be able to heal the rest of the damage or tell them how to. Only once as they make their way down does Even turn their head and shove their nose against his neck. They breathe in deep. He just smells like blood and sand and sweat. His cells are staying exactly the way they are. Nothing burns. They did a good job. They relax.

They aren't sure what he does with the specimen they pulled out of him.

~~~~~

He only thinks of sending them something after he gets 'fired.'

The problem being, of course, that at that exact point in time, he's not sure where Even would be. He considers investigating St. Paul's Cathedral, but however small the chance is, the idea of running into herself-

He thinks about it one last time: walking up to them, perhaps as they're peering through the water like they could see the cybermen inside, watching the refracted light play off the 'uniform' she'd picked out for them to wear, and he would say…

He would say...

In the end, there's an easier time, an easier place. One of the benefits of time travel: he never pays for postage, and his presents always arrive when he means them to.

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"You're thinking about it," Even says, kneeling down in front of the coffee table to do the puzzle they laid out on it. Rose had told them to do it on the kitchen table instead, but they hadn't wanted to use up the space. Their legs feel numb now. They keep delaying the painful restart of pins and needles. "Torchwood?" they look up at Rose. She's sprawled over the couch, chewing on her nails, brow furrowed. Even wonders if that's because of the conversation or because she's starting to taste the nail polish she's chipped off. Even hates how nail polish tastes more than they hate how it smells.

"It's not the same, I know that," Rose says. Even tilts their head. "This universe, I'd have Jack watching my back, and I think I'd take that over anything." She pauses for a moment. "It's weird, though. It's almost like he doesn't want me there."

"…He asked," Even says, slowly, unsure what she means. If Jack didn't want her, he wouldn't offer at all, right?

They turn the puzzle piece in their hands over and over. They don't like the texture of it. They drop it, and their hands inevitably fall back to the watch, still strange in its warmth, its various edges not fully memorized by their fingers. They play with it absently.

"I think he felt bad for me." There's a tone of voice Rose uses when things hurt, and Even isn't supposed to poke at them. Or, not Even specifically, but they think other people recognize the tone better and they were the one who had ended up poking too much before they started listening for it.

They still want to ask, but they keep their mouth shut instead.

"There's UNIT," they say. "…Martha works with UNIT." Rose smiles at Martha's name.

"Or I could go back to school," she says. "Get myself a degree in…" She trails off, then shakes her head. "Anything I want."

Even frowns. They squeeze the watch. They thought this was a choice they were both making. They hadn't considered Rose might want to go somewhere they couldn't follow.

"I don't want to lie to him," Rose says.

"But we are."

"Then I'm not adding more on top of it." Rose sits up. "Maybe. I don't know." She squishes the side of her face against her hand and then lets it slide down, turning her head to look at Even over the tips of her fingers. Her eyes flick down at the puzzle, back to the piece Even is stuck on, and after a few moments, she says, "Pretty sure it goes on the top right." Even looks right. "Other right." Oh. There it goes. "Yeah."

"You love him. It's okay." They aren't sure if that's the right thing to say. Rose's small smile wavers for a moment, her eyes cast down.

"I do." Even opens their mouth to find something better to say, something right that'll help Rose. The Doctor would know. He'd have the right words. Even never does. Instead, they can both hear a door open and close, the flash of the sound of the rain outside, shuffling footsteps, and Rose says, "Can't miss a chance to be part of a conversation about him, can he?"

"You're talking about me?" The Doctor-

John, Even corrects, loudly, inside their own head. John. John.

Too loud. It slips out. "John." He grins at them. They say his name twice more. Rose starts to give them an odd look before it smooths out like she's remembered something, and he doesn't react at all. He's too busy running a hand through his hair like he can get the water out of it that way.

"Told you to bring an umbrella," Rose says. She looks at John the way she looks at no one else, Even thinks, save the Doctor, who isn't here to be looked at.

"I know, and you're always right." Rose sticks her tongue between her teeth when she smiles at that. John holds something up. "You've got mail, Even," John says. The package is small and slightly soggy. "Who do you know from… Australia? There's no name on it." He sounds perplexed, but Even's heart skips a beat.

"No one," they answer truthfully, because that means there's only one person it can be. Rose knows the moment they say it.

"Open it," she says, quick, as excited as Even feels. Even tries to get up, but their legs don't work. They flop to the side, kicking them out and scrunching their face up as their legs wake up. Luckily, John takes pity on them, bringing the package over to the coffee table and placing it in the middle of their unfinished puzzle. It doesn't touch any of the pieces.

Even tears it open with the two of them watching.

There are two things inside.

There's a very small card. Even turns it over, squinting. They always have trouble with handwriting. "'Thinking of you,'" they read, slowly.

"Is it signed?" Rose asks.

Even's frown deepens. "Maybe?" They hand the card over to Rose. She peers at it for a minute. John does, too, leaning against her and laying his chin over her shoulder.

"That could be a D," Rose says, hopefully, at the same time that John says,

"That's definitely an O."

Even is already pulling the other object out. It's a small… rock. It's beautiful, orange and shiny. They turn it, and with a slightly better view, they can see something inside it. They tilt it another way for a better look. "It's a bug."

"A bug?"

"A bug." They trade again, and when Even looks at the card a second time… Rose is right. It could be a D.

Why not Doctor, though? Why not… more? Something aches in Even's chest, and they curl up slightly. They wish he'd said anything else. Why is he thinking of them? What's the rock? Or the bug? Where'd he get them? Is he coming to visit? Will he ever come to visit?

He promised he'd visit.

"You alright?" Rose says. Even looks up, ready to tell her they're okay. She's not looking at them, though. She's looking at John. He's gone still and pale staring at the bug trapped inside its rock. Rose holds it back out to Even, and they take it, unsure of what to do with something that scares the- That scares John. Who may not remember why he's scared of it, but if he is… Even looks down at the bug again. It's trapped. It looks harmless. Whatever it is would have suffocated a long time ago. It can't hurt them.

They don't even know why they're thinking about that. The Doctor would never send them something dangerous.

John swallows. He inhales shakily.

"Fine," he manages. "I don't know why I- Sorry." He shakes himself. "Sorry. It's nice. Very… very pretty."

He doesn't like it, so Even doesn't like it.

They can't get rid of it, though. The Doctor did send it. The card, eventually, gets lost, much easier than the amber does. They just tuck it away somewhere they don't have to look at it. It's still there the day they leave home and don't come back.

They don't have much time to ask the Doctor why he sent it the next time they see him.

And by the time after that, they barely remember it at all.

Which is probably for the best. It isn't like he could have answered with anything but, "I never sent you a package."

#this is. the most substantial thing i've ever written for Even. holy shit. #this baby's got everything we got actual stomping around on gallifrey in the time hell bubble. we got even cohabitating with rose and tento #we got timey-wimey fun and codependent bullshit. everything anyone could want. #<3 thank you dearly for the opportunity to ramble on like this #but also oh dear lord. wh y. #dw oc #ask #fanfiction #doctor who

[lethesomething]

Yakuza and coping mechanisms

Yakuza has been my on and off hyperfocus for years now but also in particular the past month, so let's talk about it. And particularly, how many friggin coping mechanisms are in this game.

Disclaimer: I do literary analysis, not psycho analysis, don't come for me.

For all its silliness about fighting roomba's and disco minigames, the world that the Yakuza games is set in, is fucking brutal. They are, at their very core, crime drama's. People get murdered a lot, lives are ruined in various ways, a good third of protags spend large amounts of time in jail, usually for a crime they didn't commit. Most politicians and police are corrupt, racism is blatant and if you don't have a place in the very strict hierarchy of society, it's hard to get back on your feet (hence all the crime). I tend to read a lot of indictments of Japanese society in these games, partly because they are so clearly based on old school yakuza crime drama's.

This means that the characters go through some shit. And what's fascinating, is how they deal with this.

Spoiler warning for, uhh, almost all yakuza games except Song Of Life (since i never played that)

Pretending it's not real

Kasuga Ichiban

The direct reason I'm even making this blog post because he's the most blatant about it. Kasuga is Peak Himbo in that he's not the sharpest tool in the shed, but he manages to take being beaten down Repeatedly and overcomes that with a sense of genuine good nature and optimism that is… honestly kind of hard to believe. The way he deals with any of this, is that he's a nerd who pretends to be in a video game. It's the whole premise of Yakuza Like a Dragon.

And to be fair, Kasuga suffers from an amount of mistreatment that makes me Very Angry in his stead. He has every right to be upset! He is literally homeless in the beginning of the game. If he requires the escapism of going around pretending to be in a jrpg to survive, more power to him. Especially since it works. Dude goes around helping people and making friends. Which is a good thing, because there's no way he'd make it out of Yokohama alive if he didn't have some back-up.

Side note: something similar happens to at the very least Majima, i think, in the admittedly non-canonical events of Yakuza Dead Souls. (yes i played it solely for Majima, no i do not recommend it, the game is garbage and you get more Majima in Zero anyway). In Dead Souls, Kamurocho is overrun by zombies. As a lover of all things Horror, Majima decides he may as well have a good time mowing them down like he's in an FPS while he trudges through the wreckage of society.

Self sacrifice

Mostly Kazuma Kiryu and  Saejima Taiga

If you hate yourself, at least try to be of use to someone. Let's be honest, a lot of the plot of Yakuza games is driven by self sacrifice or at least following some code of honor to its ludicrous ends.

Kiryu is the main example here. The game kinda glosses over this a lot, but he is, at least in Zero, a criminal. He goes around extorting money from businesses. He consistently solves problems through violence. It's kinda the point of the games. But he's also borderline a saint and 80% of the shit he gets into is because of his need to throw himself to the wolves for any person he cares about. He voluntarily does hard time for Nishikiyama, for one. He picks up a stray kid that he will now protect with his life. And it just goes on from there. See, Kiryu may be the famous Dragon of Dojima and the Fifth Chairman of the Tojo Clan and all that, but he would very much prefer not to be? Dude wants to live a quiet life and raise some kids, it's just that he's the protag of a game series about how hard it is to say goodbye to the yakuza life. So the plot keeps finding ways to bring him back, usually as a reluctant warrior to save the Tojo clan or Haruka  or whatever. If he was a little less honorable, he could still be chilling as a taxi driver with an unreasonably hot girlfriend, I'm just saying.

Saejima is very similar, but somehow even worse? Much as I love the guy, he's an idiot. He suffers from the same loyalty and selflessness as Kiryu, but he doesn't even get a cute daughter out of it. He spends Twenty Five years in prison for a crime he (we later find out) didn't commit. He escapes months before his parole to solve the convoluted plot of Y4. Then Goes Back to Jail to atone for (again) a crime he only thought he'd committed, only to escape (again) when he thinks Majima, his sworn brother, got murdered in Y5. As far as i can tell he goes back to jail one last time to finish his actual sentence, and to like, protect the name of the Tojo clan or some shit. My dude. My friend. Come on.

As a side note, acts of selflessness are kind of a big deal in the Yakuza games and one of the main ways to tell if someone is a good criminal or a villain. Kasuga and his crew are pretty big on the whole 'acts of selfless kindness' thing. It also seems to be one of the traits of Daigo Dojima, whose whole being screams 'I don't want to be here but who else is gonna fucking do it'. But in the case of Kiryu and Saejima it's very much verging on reckless self-endangerment.

Fabricated identities

Majima Goro, baby!

The Yakuza games really love this one, but I'll start with the big guy, everyone's favourite character: Majima. This dude has seen some shit. We see him throughout several flashbacks and the span of the games, but most tellingly we see him in Zero, at his rock bottom hero stage. And he's intriguingly unlike the other times he shows up. This is a Majima that's recovering from torture and backstabbing, and forced to do some dude's bidding for scraps. He's a chained dog (pun very much intended) and he's about to lose it.

What's fun about Majima is that he has So Many of the traits in this list. He has a lot of the reckless endangerment and self sacrifice that his buddies Kiryu and Saejima have. He gave himself up a few times for Haruka, he keeps trundling back to save Tojo and Dojima, but there's also a whole other layer of … Flamboyance to him.

And while Majima probably started out as comic relief, the games make clear that it's not all he is, and we get several glimpses of 'old Majima' throughout the series. He'll be in the middle of a self inflicted fight and drop some wisdom, for instance. He acts erratically, he is blunt, violent, exuberant in his dressing up. When given a task his first thought seems to be 'how can i make this Extra', but that doesn't mean the guy is unstable. You don't become a successful businessman with a building company, or a patriarch of your own family, without being smart and strategic. A lot of classic Majima behaviour, i feel, is a case of a mask he constructed to hide the severe depression, that became more of a second nature to him. Majima is one of the clearest examples of 'do what you need to do'. He's a survivor, through and through. Somewhere in there is a decent human being, but Majima will kill people to survive in a harsh world. It just seems like he constructed an extra layer to shield himself from all that.

Joon-gi Han (Like a Dragon): This is more a case of stolen (inherited??) identity, but again, if you don't want to be you, just be someone else. In this case someone he admires. Again: super tragic backstory, questionable life choices. As an aside, Joon-gi is fun because he is both a deadly assassin with someone else's name and face, but also  a Knight stereotype who would do everything for his queen and I think that's neat.

Zhao Tianyou (Like a Dragon): Somewhat more subtle, but Zhao is also a dude that was at one point confronted with a Situation, namely 'oh shit my dad died and now I'm in charge of a violent gang'. And to deal with that he decided to construct a persona that gives exactly zero fucks. He is very joking and very avoidant but we do learn that a fair amount of his laid back attitude is just veneer. Dude in fact gives several fucks. You don't decide to give up the throne and become a homeless sidekick to Himbo Supreme because you don't care. You do it to stop him from getting ultra-murdered by the parade of heavily armored gangsters he keeps storming into.

Akiyama Shun (Yakuza 4-5): I debated putting him here, because part of me believes Akiyama is just kind of a dick. A dick I love as a character, but still, ya know. At least some of the dickish persona is a front, though. Akiyama is another one that just saw his life's work destroyed at some point, and decided that emotional detachment was the way to go. Akiyama is different because he was never actually a proper criminal. He was homeless for a bit, and then came into some money (through Extremely Convoluted Plot Means) and now he's a moneylender. And like Zhao, he mostly pretends to be completely devoid of feelings, while having a fair amount of feelings. Enough to get into like… fist fights. With actual gangsters. Who have guns.

Vice

Sex, drugs and everything in between

The preferred way for noir drama's to show someone is Going Through It, is by giving them a classic addiction and Yakuza isn't any different. It's why several characters are shown mournfully smoking, in particular Kiryu and Majima. Yes I know it's because it looks cool and harks back to old crime movie atmosphere. That doesn't make it a healthy coping mechanism.

Another obvious one, considering the setting of the games in several red lights districts, is erotica. Both Adachi, the ex-cop from Like a Dragon and Shinada, the ex-baseball player from Y5 and also my least fave protag ever, are both in various stages of obsession about porn, sex work and the likes.

Tanimura, the cop from Y4 has a pretty severe gambling problem in the actual canon, though gambling games and casino's are a general mainstay of the Yakuza series. It's just that when Kiryu interrupts his busy day of solving the convoluted intrigue du jour to gamble in an illegal underground casino, it's not a character flaw.

Also: almost everyone drinks ludicrous amounts of heavy alcohol in these games. Both in canon and as part of the gameplay. 100% ing the games usually involves drinking tons of whiskey, but the whole Ichiban crew, sans I think Eri, is shown drowning their troubles at various times.

Violence: I mean, that's kind of the game, but an unhealthy amount of characters consider fist fights to be a good way to resolve conflict, bond with people and generally reinvigorate themselves. Particularly Majima is shown to get a real kick out of doing damage and being beaten up. There's just a lot of reckless behaviour, which is what makes the games good.

Karaoke: fake it till you make it, man.

Extra note:

You'll notice there's no women on this list, and that's because honestly the game is kinda sexist. So while there's already Very Few women in the game, the ones that are present don't exactly have super complex characters.

Mukoda Saeko, the hostess from Like a Dragon, drinks like a fish but that's about her main flaw.

Other notable female characters are Kiryu's kid Haruka, Kiryu's love interest Sawamura Yumi (Kiwami) and Kamataki Eri, the business lady from Like a Dragon. They're all stereotypical Good Girls who have no flaws apart from indecisiveness and an unhealthy tendency for selflessness.

Saejima Yasuko is ever so slightly more complex: her main trait is self sacrifice. The story promptly fridges her for it.

#yakuza #yakuza like a dragon #yakuza spoilers #kiryu kazuma #majima goro #every other main character #literary analysis #game analysis #omg lethey does a write

[toomuchracket]

so sorry you’re feeling bad baby. Imagine birthday party! matty taking care of u. bringing you tea and hot pads and rubbing your shoulders/whatever part of you hurts. and Allen and mayhem sensing that you’re not feeling well and laying their heads on your lap and licking you sweetly while you lay on the couch. Matty would cancel his day and give you the princess treatment 🤍🤍

you're the loveliest!! i'll be ok i'm just trying to cope with period cramps and also an extremely painful pulled muscle beneath my shoulder blade lol <3 but ugh god this is so dreamy to think about. he's been up for a little while because he's trying to finish a bit of a song he's been working on (he won't tell you yet but it's a love song for you hehe), and his plan is to wake you up around ten with a coffee and a cuddle; you trudge into the room at half eight with a vaguely pained expression, closely followed by the dogs sniffing around you protectively (although they do abandon you for attention from matty. valid of them i fear), and matty's IMMEDIATELY like "sweetheart? what's wrong? why are you up so early on a sunday?". and you're like "i'm ok it's just my arm, i think i've got like a knotted muscle at my shoulder and it really fucking hurts, probably because i've slept on it. but i think i can still lift it" - you try to do that to cuddle your fiance, but it's so painful that you actually start crying after you say "ow", and matty carefully pulls you into him for a cuddle and a kiss on the head like "oh, darlin'. come on, maybe hot water will ease it a bit". so you shower (you genuinely cry because you can't wash matty's hair for him, which half makes him feel terrible at how sore you are and half makes him want to giggle at how cute you are), which does ease the pain a little, then matty helps you shrug on one of his flannels so you don't have to lift your arm and dries your hair for you; he gets you settled on the couch after that, with some breakfast and ibuprofen and a hot water bottle to put behind you. you're like "babe i'm so grateful but please get back to your work, i've distracted you enough" and he's like "uh-uh, i'm postponing work for the day. making my girl feel better is priority" before he curls up with you on the couch to watch little women (your comfort film) - the dogs make their way onto the couch during the film too, allen resting his head on your knee and mayhem licking your arm almost supportively, bless them. and while you're distracted by the film, matty's like "let me see if i can massage the knot out, yeah?"; you nod, too focused on amy nearly drowning in the frozen lake to really care, so matty tentatively manipulates your sore muscles, punctuating his movement with reassuring little kisses to your neck. it still hurts a little bit, and the dogs go on alert whenever you hiss or whimper in pain, but you do feel a lot better after it's done - despite this, matty still takes every opportunity to treat you like the princess he thinks you are for the rest of the day, bringing you everything you ask for and some things you don't, indulging in your every whim (getting a takeaway even though you had one last night), carrying you around when you want to relocate elsewhere in the house... you're spoilt, and you both love it lol <3

#mads muses #mads answers asks #matty asks #fluff asks #into the birthday partyverse

[shyrose57]

The world is cold. It's always cold these days. Neither rising or dropping, utterly unchanging. His fingers are numb, his lips are blue, and Martyn stays cold. This is the way of things now. There is ash at his back, and blood under his nails. And- It's not his fault. It's not. Really, they shouldn't have been- They should've just- It's not his fault. That's the main thing. It was self defense. It was self defense. (At least, that's what he tries to tell himself. There's not anyone else to convince. ...And they wouldn't believe him anyway) He heads for the mountains. At least, he thinks that's where he's going. He has no map, nor compass. His only direction is the way his breath shimmers in the air, chiming like ice crystals as it waits for him to reach it before it whisks itself away again. It's ridiculous, is what it is. What would he try and tell someone, if they asked? That he was chasing his own breath? At best, they'd think him whimsical. At worst, they'd think him mad. Of course, his options are few. In the wake of the mess he'd left behind- (A pale hand draped down that wretched altar's side. Ruthless gashes spilling red onto white. Shaking and heaving even as he forced that first breath out and trembled) -there was so little left. So little to tie him down, his obligations torn apart, his duties laid to rest. So Martyn goes on, following frost until he sees the first sunrise cresting the peaks of the snowy mountain. It's small, hardly any room at all. The snow only remains out of sheer stubbornness, under the sun's glaring rays. There is little land here suitable for farming, and strange, dangerous monsters poke around every crevice and crack. But Martyn does not need much space, and his every step makes the temperature drop. He has little need for food, and he's far worse than any of the monsters here. That last, desperate breath hangs in the air, all eternal frost and snowflakes, finally still. Frozen, even. The seconds tick by like hours, time trudging through a syrup that has devoured the entirety of this area. It passes. The frost sighs, and melts into the earth, and Martyn goes with it, sinking to his knees. Snow falls to the ground, and every drop is a phantom kiss against his skin, from where he sits at the edge to the very top of the peaks. Feeling creeps back to his fingers, and he digs them into the snow, the crunching sensation pleasantly echoing up his bones. A absurdly fluffy creature he can only compare to a creeper despite its odd coloring staggers up to butt its head into his side, and he huffs out a laugh, setting a hand on its head. This is Martyn's mountain. These are Martyn's monsters. This is Martyn's. He is going to protect it.

Whatever it takes.

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So. Who else was getting those protective guardian spirit vibes Martyn's second episode was giving off?

I do love those little tidbits he dropped talking to Sparrow, very fun. Also very nice that twice in one episode he showed up with a sword and both people where like 'hey, uh, am I in danger?'. And he was just like '?'. Unintentionally intimidating Martyn for the win.

#new life smp #drabble #Also I stand by my exiled villager Martyn headcanon #This is propaganda

[larkawolfgirl]

Not with a Bang (Kresnikcest)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: Major Character Death Category: M/M Fandoms: Tales of Xillia, Tales of Series, Tales of Xillia 2 Relationship: Julius Will Kresnik/Ludger Will Kresnik Characters: Ludger Will Kresnik, Julius Will Kresnik, Lulu | Rollo

Summary:  [Julius End] Ludger has made his choice, for better or for worse. He isn't going to go out with a whimper or a bang. If he is going to die, it is going to be in the arms of the brother he made this choice for.

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Ludger understands Victor now. Victor was willing to kill off his friends in order to protect Elle. This isn't the same, but it's a strange reflection. In essence, Ludger is damning Elle, but Ludger has had just enough time to learn to love his daughter while he has known and loved Julius for what might as well have been his entire life. He understands why Victor could tell the world to shove it; if it means saving his brother, he's fine watching the world burn.

It's a painful ordeal, murdering his friends. It would be easier if Julius helped, but he understands that too. This is his decision and his alone. It is painful but not challenging as it should be, fighting off eight opponents at once. Unlike him, they don't have the resolve to take the life of a friend. Although they were fine with the idea of killing the stranger their friend calls brother. One by one his friends fall, and by the end of it his face is wet with both blood and tears.

He crouches down by Julius, touches over him to make sure he's still safe. His hand stays at his darkened hand, an injury beyond repair. His face is wet again.

The thumb of Julius’ good hand swipes at his cheek. “You must be in so much pain.” It's the first thing he's said since asking Ludger to kill him.

He is, in more ways than one. How did things end up this way? “I had to,” he says, his voice brittle.

“Oh, Ludger. Whatever will I do with you?”

Their hands are still on each other and Julius’ eyes lack any fear or judgment, only hollow acceptance. Ludger realizes he understands his decision because he is the same. He would burn the world, along with himself, for Ludger's sake.

Ludger presses a kiss to his lips, not caring what anyone thinks. For the first time, Julius must not either because the hand on his cheek stays put and his lips move with his.

People are giving them horrified looks and whispering but that should be expected when the ground is still littered with bodies, so what harm is one more added offense?

Ludger refuses to let his hand go the entire long trudge home.

There they are met at their door with a paper sack full of tomatoes and cheese with a note signed by Nova. Ludger is glad that she did not wait around for them because even though he knows this could be his last time seeing her he does not think he is in any shape for pretenses. Not to mention he is still covered in the blood of his friends.

He only takes enough time to place the sack on the kitchen counter before he rounds on Julius and pushes him hard against the front door. Julius meets his gaze, mouth opening to say something, but Ludger smashes their lips together before he has the chance. He’s desperate, more desperate than he has ever felt before. Julius always had reasons on the tip of his tongue for them to hold themselves back even behind closed doors, but Ludger is not in any mood to listen to them, not anymore. There may not even be a tomorrow at this point.

Rollo rubs his soft fur against their legs begging for attention, but he ignores him entirely because Julius’ hands are gripping at his shoulders and he is kissing him back just as desperately.

“Ludger,” he finally breathes when Ludger lets him.

“Julius,” he whispers back, pushing even closer which nudges Rollo in the process. The cat gives an annoyed yelp as Julius sighs. He moves one hand from his shoulder to his cheek once more. “You’ve grown so much. I always thought I had to protect you, but look at you now.” Ludger lowers his eyes, but Julius stoops his head down to catch his gaze. “You have made your own chooses, for good or for bad. I always did whatever I thought was best for you, but for today, what could very well be my last, I am going to make my own decision as well.”

Ludger’s chest flutters and he kisses him again. It’s sweet and savory all at the same time, the taste as well as the feeling circulating with his blood flow. He has murdered his friends, damned the world, and cut off his own future, but for the first time in his life, things feel right. It is a sick giddiness in his stomach churning along with lust. Julius is here and he is his, for once in full.

The hand on his cheek moves over his back down to the hem of his shirt to reach skin. Honestly, it's a simple contact but it's more than he's been allowed till now and he presses himself forward in response. Their bodies are meshed up against the door. Julius’ hand moves higher, lifting his shirt in the process, and Ludger nudges his leg between Julius’, swallowing his responsive groan.

His brother breaks their kiss to stare at him with heavy-lidded eyes. “Ludger.” The sound melts over him like rich chocolate and he wants to drown in it. If they must die, let it be from this.

“Brother,” he gasps back in a weak attempt at conveying his desperation.

It didn't matter if he truly understands or not, because he leads him by the hand to his own bedroom. Not bothering to shut the door, he pushes him down on the bed. “Brother,” Julius echoes, tracing his bad hand along the crook of his neck. Rollo batts at the edge of the bedsheets, but they both ignored him, gazes locked. “Do you have any idea how badly I have wanted this?”

Ludger smirks and catches a blackened finger between his lips. “I have a pretty good idea.”

The world doesn't end with a whimper or a bang. The end creeps in silently when the world is asleep. Not a single soul fights the inevitable. Two brothers lay wrapped in each other's arms, with a cat squished up against their legs. These two alone know of their imminent demise, but for them there is no fear, no tears, not even a regret. For they are together, and together they shall be.

#my writing #kresnikcest #julius x ludger #ludger will kresnik #julius will kresnik #tales of xillia 2 #tales of xillia #tales #tales of #fanfic #fanfiction

[weatheredpileoftomes]

a desperate enterprise

For FFxivWrite2022 Day 27, “hail”. Majha, end of A Realm Reborn, ~750 words. Spoilers through 2.55; character death, trauma.

A journey north.

Bremondt leaves them just outside Black Brush.

Raubahn’s blood is dry on Majha’s skin, too-tight and somehow still sticky. “I need to wash this off,” she says, staring longingly at the thin stream running past the city fence. “Please.”

Pipin nods. It can’t be easy for him, either, even if he doesn’t know whose blood it is just yet. Alphinaud just stands there, a puppet with his strings cut. Majha doesn’t know how to fix it. She doesn’t think anything would fix it for her, in his place.

She scrubs until her skin tingles, raw where she’d had to scrape at the blood with her nails to get it off, but at least it feels like her skin again. Sonjha’s pretty dress is ruined. She’s never getting the blood out of the cloth.

Pipin swore they were all right, and she believes him, but for whatever reason it’s thinking about Sonjha’s poor dress, when she’d promised him she’d take care of it, that makes her break down and cry, knee-deep in running water with nobody in sight for as far as she can see. It’s not real, it’s just the cut of the ground, Alphinaud and Pipin are just on the other side of the rise…but still.

When she finally stops crying she wipes the salt off her face with wet hands and looks around for a stick.

It won’t be a very good stick, but it’s better than a dessert fork. It’s better than nothing, clawing uselessly at the air around her and not able to touch any of the aether in it.

If that bastard Teledji Adeledji hadn’t broken her cane she would have broken him for everything he had done and everything he was about to do, and she hopes he knew it. She hopes he felt just as helpless as she did right before Raubahn cut him in half.

Pipin had told her that the others were fine. She trusts Pipin. Nanamo trusted Pipin; Raubahn still does, as long as her improvised dessert-fork healing held, as long as Ilberd didn’t decide to finish him off.

Of course, Raubahn had trusted Ilberd, too.

No. Pipin told her that the others were fine. Pipin told her that Chaanqa had found him, and she and Ta’rhiki and Sonjha are helping. Ta’rhiki loves Ul’dah; he’d be angry if Majha made him leave. She wouldn’t ask him to leave, and she wouldn’t ask his cousins to leave without him, and Ilberd and his allies are fools who think that just because Majha is somehow a little more famous that the others don’t count at all.

They’ll make him pay. Majha thinks about Chaanqa’s greatsword, Ta’rhiki’s fists, Sonjha’s astonishing bursts of fire and ice. If she tries to take them with her she’d be risking her own life to deny them all their revenge.

Gods, she’s so lonely. She’d forgotten what being alone was like.

She picks up the best stick she can find and trudges back to where Pipin and Alphinaud are waiting.

Cid Garlond is with them, hair and shirt bright in the moonlight, and Majha is so glad to see another friendly face that she runs the rest of the way once she’s recognized him.

She doesn’t know where to go, but Alphinaud does, and that helps a little. Cid looks at Majha, frowning. “You’re not really dressed for Coerthas.”

“My plans for the evening fell through,” Majha snaps. She should maybe apologize, but it’s not like Cid has never taken anything out on her when she was the one he could talk to, and he just nods.

“Do you have…blankets, perhaps.” Alphinaud’s voice is leaden.

Blankets won’t help Majha much in some of the Coerthan weather they’ve seen, especially since even if Cid does have a blanket she’s going to have to tear it into bandages and use it to protect her legs from snowdrifts that come thigh-deep on her. A blanket will be poor enough cloak against fresh snowfall, let alone sleet or hail or blizzards.

“Let’s see what we can do,” Cid says, an engineer to the last, and gestures at the Enterprise. “All aboard.”

#ffxivwrite #ffxivwrite2022 #my fic #my fic: x'majha #my fic: x'majha: gen #my fic: 2.x #x'majha linh #catsquad #present in spirit if not in body

[zackcrazyvalentine]

Which OC is most likely...

3, 7, 21, 24, 39, 42

Also hi Zach!! It's been a while! I missed you!! 💞💞😘

HELLO, LUUUUUV!!! :D SO GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!!!!

How have you been? I hope well! May life treat you kindly and bring much happiness, security, health to you ❤

As for your selection of questions,

I'll answer them with the triad of OCs that are most likely and then highlight why #1 spot is taken by that OC

[from this list]

3. Most likely to turn everything into a competition?

Jet - He gets jealous of other's achievements, he knows he has the capacity to do what they did AND EVEN BETTER! It's mostly a competition kept to himself, but he will strive to bump down whoever had the "throne" in the new achievement he wants to get

Mikha - angry child... turns things into competition just because someone said he couldn't do as good as them. Sometimes he wins, sometimes he loses, but he won't back down from the challenge

Evander - FRIENDLY COMPETITION!! Mostly on the physical and athletic side. Don't you dare mock his running speed and jumping height, that's when he gets very serious and intense. Other than that, he likes challenges and encouraging others (specially juniors) to give things their best, their all!

7. Most likely to have a good relationship with their family?

Blake - it's just him and his father in his family. That man is very much his role model. I mean, he figured out a way to raise Blake and still keep up with his busy famous writer schedule! Papa O'Hare is very supportive and proud of his son. Blake is his biggest gift in this world, he does everything he can to make sure his son is happy

Zion - Zion's family is BIG! It was them who he took as muse to become an inventor of gadgets that can aid people with all sort of disabilities. They love him very much, but often coddle him to the extreme. Zion of course loves his family, but needs to set a boundary about how they treat him ("I'm not a baby or small child anymore!"). Over all, everyone has a nice relationship in the family. They're all very kind and open, Zion is very grateful for his big cozy family

Xeron - He's eternally grateful his guardian stepped in and found the Bhatt kids when they were abandoned in the jungle. Xeron is very close to his guardian and younger sibling, they're the two most important people in his life. There are some fights and misunderstandings here and there, but the three of them know it will pass and that forgiveness is much more important than whatever discussion had. Small, strange, but a wonderful and unique family

BONUS: Evander - Evander's family is even BIGGER than Zion's. Rabbit man loves playing with his little cousins and siblings, catching up with uncles, and running away from the cheek pinching fingers of aunts and granny lol. Very lively family he loves visiting when school breaks arrive!

21. Most likely to shy away from big crowds?

Zion - He's very introverted, only has sufficient social battery for three people. Crowds are noisy, sometimes cramped, people don't watch where they go (he's lost more than a handful of invention prototypes due to crowded halls). Immediately taps out, his anxiety flares up horrendously in crowds of strangers. Late to class and can only get there through a crowd? Nope, he'd rather miss attendance points

Sei - The reason he takes #2 is because he can get overwhelmed quite easily. Too many sounds, too many colors, too many smells, the heat is unbearable, hands go out to poke, grab, or accidentally smack. It's too unpleasant, his glasses were once broken due to being in a crowd. In case he needs to rush to class to get there in time and there's a crowd, he bubbles himself up in one of his protective spheres and trudges on

Thais - She's short and her voice is on the gentler side, people always ignore her "excuse me" when trying to push through. However, even if crowds do make her uncomfortable because of how she gets absolutely swallowed up by the masses, she's the one who handles them better from the three. With her future as a Scholar, she's expected to control a crowd without a tinge of insecurity. NRC's busy halls will serve as practice

24. Most likely to get drunk?

Izel - royal boy is always in parties and likes to go out to clubs too, he orders some pretty tasty drinks (none of that liquified worst part of the bread stuff). It takes A HUGE amount of alcohol to get him tipsy, but he does it... yeah he do, he gets himself drunk often

Tzuriel - My diva sneaks into clubs and bars with a fake ID. Underage drinking is done mindlessly. Gets drunk mostly because they don't know their limits and don't feel when the alcohol is affecting them until it's too late

Koron - Only gets drunk when with friends, and even then can still hold himself (aka doesn't get absolutely shit faced)

39. Most likely to stick to rules?

Helios - Sticks hella close to his own set of rules, not those imposed to him by someone he holds no respect to or the useless rules society has. If you work under him, he expects you to follow his word letter by letter. You disobey? Well... it's not like anyone will miss you, right?

Thais - Heartslabyul student, duuuh! And one of the most trusted by Riddle, no less!! Worry not though, Thais knows when she should break from order to preserve the peace, be it a group's or her own. After all, rules are made to be broken

Xeron - A very serious boy that desires no problems with authorities. As simple as that. He follows whatever rules seem reasonable to him, breaks them whenever there's a need to or simply because he wants to. Still, Xe is very orderly

42. Most likely to have tattoos?

ALL OF THEM BC I LOVE TATTOOS AND WANT ALL OF THEM TO HAVE SOME!!!

The only two who are indifferent to tattoos and wouldn't get them are Blake and Tzuriel

You can read a little bit more about it in this post~

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Thank you for your ask, luv!! It was nice to see you again!

And analyzing each of the OCs the question applied to was much fun Thanks again~

Have a nice life! :D

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[sukirichi]

like crashing waves

Love comes to you like waves crashing upon one another.

REQUEST. mutual pining au + best friends to lovers + breeding kink 

CONTENT/WARNINGS. beach sex, unprotected sex, fingering, titty sucking, smut, nanami being a sweetheart <3 + the mandatory unedited note!

NOTES. thank you for requesting and joining the milestone event! I hope you like this <3

Your squeals echo as you run out of the car, arms flinging behind you with your best friend, Nanami, trailing behind you. His brows furrow upon seeing the familiar scenery of a light ultramarine sky, the sound of crashing waves calming upon his senses. His gaze falls on your waving form, figure jumping from the sand as you call out to him. Your smile is a lot brighter than the sun right behind you, and captivated, he follows your motions, his hands falling into the spaces between yours before allowing you to tug him closer to the beach.

“You brought me here,” he announces a little dazed, subconsciously gripping your hand tighter. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did!”

This isn’t just some regular beach. This is the place where the two of you first met when you were both little, awkward stubby legs running around the sand and scooping sand castles. As always, Nanami’s been more of a timid child, frowning at how you splashed on the water, uninterested with simpler tasks like the one he’s busy with.

When you see him silently enjoying himself, you trudge up to him. His hands immediately come up to protect his castle, having had his other friend Satoru kick and destroy them one too many times.

He’s surprised when you only gasp in awe, carrying your own plastic shovel and helping him build a bigger one afterwards. Your connection was natural – instantaneous.

Everything goes downhill from there. Despite living in another town, your family kept close contact, leading to you enrolling into Nanami’s middle school and staying solid all the way until he has to go attend Jujutsu High. He’s made it clear that he wishes to not be too attached to anyone or even get a wife, firm in his belief that he doesn’t want to hurt anyone by leaving a loved one behind. You, though? He makes an exception for you.

You’re his best friend and everything more, the one who pulled him away from being a salary man and telling him he could be capable of doing something wore instead of just fattening his bosses up while he does all the hard and honest work.

Nanami isn’t...cynical, per se, but he has a painfully honest outlook in his life while you’re more of the type to enjoy the little things, claiming that it’s never a sin to be happy despite the darkness looming. He’s been so used to you being a lot brighter and more cheerful than him, total opposites, really, that when the tables have turned and you’re the one holding his face as you scold him to save people and be the hero he is, he can’t really find it in himself to refuse.

Until now, he’s surprised you’re taking his profession extremely well. You never once blinked when he told you about his abilities and even takes away a fly head off your shoulder once, jumping in his arms instead to thank him.

He wonders how he ever came lucky enough to find someone like you, one that he actually cherishes more than he values the rules he’s set to keep himself in line.

Nanami doesn’t get the chance to think any more when you start stripping in front of him, your bubbling laughter syncing perfectly with the lapping of waves when you fling your clothes at him. He regrets ever letting you meet Gojo; you’re naughty, but never this pressing. His glare is half hearted as you run straight to the beach, however, and the blond man sighs.

His birthday was planned perfectly down to a tee. He’ll invite you over to celebrate, spend the silence and read books with you, have coffee, cuddle, and call it a day.

You had other plans in mind the moment you barged into his room though, dragging and pushing your friend all the way inside your car. His queries are silenced by the blasting radio, the man leaning back in his seat as his fingers tap against his thigh, wondering what you had in mind. There’s never really any telling with you and your spontaneous habits, so he just closes his eyes, allowing his blond hair to be swept away by the wind.

The last thing his wildest dreams could ever imagine is you taking him right back where everything started, his hands deft and careful as he unbuckles his belt. His cheeks tints a little because you never gave him the chance to pack, save for you throwing in hoodies and random underwear into a duffel bag.

Nanami folds both your clothes on the sand, shivering a bit from the chilly liquid. He glares at you once more with a tired sigh, about to ask how you have so much energy after driving for four hours straight when you splash water on him.

He is silent in comparison to your mocking laughter, waddling all around him until you’re whisking the water at every direction of his body.

Nanami stands there still like a statue, eyes closed to prevent the saltwater from hurting him, his hair sticking to his skin. His muscles are tense the whole while, preventing himself from just reaching over – not yet, anyway – for you were still too far away. But your guard is lowered, forgetting for a moment that your best friend is a jujutsu sorcerer and he’s spent years honing his senses until he’s mastered them to the extremity of his capabilities.

As your laughter grows closer, the splashing turning harder as it pads against his skin, Nanami opens his eyes and grabs you by your wrist hard.

You let out an ‘oop’ when he effortlessly pulls you into his chest, your forehead knocking against the solid muscles of his chest. “Ow!” you rub your forehead, lips formed into a pout and about to complain when your eyes snap wide open, the first thing in sight his pecs. Clearing your throat, you try to push yourself off him, suddenly completely aware of his warmth and his other hand sliding down your hip, lower, lower, and lower. “Nanami—”

“Having fun?”

His voice is low, a tinge of warning behind his words. Guiltily, you glance down at your wrist wrapped around his large, bony hand, noting the size and strength difference between the both of you.

You don’t want him to see you’re flustered – even if it’s painfully obvious already – so you snicker up at him, tilting your jaw upwards until he’s looking down straight at you. Nanami cocks an eyebrow in challenge, awaiting what snarky response would leave your lips when you smirk, using your free arm to splash on him one more time.

Nanami reels back when the water shoots straight in his eyes. Okay, you have to admit that maybe that was a little mean, but you’re having so much –

You’re immediately hoisted up into his arms, the water sliding off your body and the ground slipping off your feet. Panic rises in your system when you’re lifted off the seafloor, hands desperate and slippery as you cling onto his broad shoulders. “N-Nanami!” you protest, clinging to him like a koala when he only smirks, walking farther until he’s reached a spot he knows you can’t reach. “Hey, that’s cheating, put me down this instant!”

“Do you really want me to do that?”

Nanami knows you’ve surrendered to loss when you huff, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him tighter, nails subconsciously gliding down his back. He stiffens at your movements, brows furrowed as he ponders if bringing you here and rendering you helpless really is the best idea.

You’re pressed so close to him until space becomes nothing but a myth, your breathy intake of air wafting into his ear like bait. Nanami tightens his hold on your grip a bit, his swallowing audible at the feeling of your breasts pushed and flicking against his chest.

Fuck, of course you’re wearing your best bikini.

Nanami tries to push those lewd thoughts at the back of his head, drilling into his mind that you’re his best friend and you’re untouchable. He opts to stare beyond the horizon instead, train of thought too distracted of not letting himself be distracted by you that he doesn’t notice you pulling away to look at him.

He’s brought back to life when your wet palm caresses his cheek, thumbs smoothed over his cheeks. Nanami’s gaze flickers back to you, a sigh on his lips as he presses closer, daunting enough to leave a kiss on the crook of your palm.

That snaps something inside you.

You take his breath away – literally – as you cup his cheeks with both his hands, panting as you dove straight to his lips. Nanami’s reaction comes like reflex, both hands cupped under your ass as he meets your kiss with the same hunger and longing that has always been blossoming between the both of you the moment you both knew what love meant like.

Nanami’s groans are masculine and low when you begin to grind down on him, teasing as you push your breasts harder against his chest. Your nipples are hard enough that he feels the pebbled buds grazing across his chest, the sensation sending blood rushing to his cock.

He pulls away, cock swelling harder when he sees you all breathless with lips bruised. There’s something about knowing he’s the cause of you nearly falling apart like this, his mind wandering off a dangerous path at the fantasy of what you’d look like if he does something more.

The voice at the back of his head is responsible to keep him in his reigns, something he’s more than thankful of; otherwise he’ll completely ravage you senselessly at this moment.

“Do you really want our first time together to be out here in the open?” he rasps with short, quick pecks while you whine in his arms, the desire for that something more an aching and almost painful image on your face. “Won’t you like it more if we’re behind closed doors...” he brushes a thumb on your lip, coaxing your lips to part for him obediently. Nanami clenches his jaw when you eagerly suck at his thumb, your eyes dark and hazy with lust as you swirl your tongue around his digits. “...and I’d get to do whatever I want with you?”

“Are you going to hold back if we’re here?” you tease, popping his thumb off with a loud and wet pop. “It’s kind of romantic, don’t you think? The sun is setting behind us and it’s just the two of us anyway,” your words are breathy, panted and needy in its manner of delivery. Really, you can’t think straight anymore, not when his fingers are grazing over the swell of your ass and his face is bathed by the golden glow. Right now is perfect. “I just really want to be with you.”

You shudder when Nanami finally tugs your underwear to the side, the feeling of his fingers smoothing over your inner thighs and just hovering right where you want him to be enough to make you go crazy. You’re shaking, panting, almost crying.

Who knows how long you’ve wanted him – you’re simply too impatient if he plans to take his time with you.

A demand is ready to fall from your lips to just get him to take you already, but Nanami beats you to it, his pointer finger grazing against your slit. “I’m not going anywhere,” he promises, gritting his teeth the moment his thick, long finger sinks into you beautifully. Your head falls back in a moan as he pumps his fingers inside, testing the waters, and your pleasure is only amplified with the struggle of him trying to quicken his pace under the sea. “You’re so wet already.”

“Shut up, I-I wasn’t—”

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami growls, taking you by surprise when he takes two fingers to spring the knots of your top away. You gasp when your top slides off at the curve off your breasts before your erect nipples are revealed all for him, hard and swollen while he inserts another finger in your heat.

Clutching harder on his shoulders and bouncing yourself off on his finger, Nanami’s self control is tethering dangerously across the edge.

He leans down to suck at your breasts dutifully, fighting against the water that’s surrounding you both. “You’re extremely beautiful,” he praises, “Thank you – for letting me have you this way, for trusting me,” An elongated groan falls from both your lips when he sinks you down on his cock, your heat a great and mind-numbing contrast to the chill of the water. “I think you’re the best birthday gift.”

“Always so romantic, Nanami,” you managed through a laugh, allowing him to fuck into you senselessly. You’re all over him, hands wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging at his hair and tongue swiping out to taste the saltiness of the water on his skin. He’s amazing, so fucking good, and you snap your eyes shut while the soft, crashing waves match the rhythm of his thrusts. “No one could blame me for falling for you.”

“You are?” he grasps your ass until he squeezes it hard enough to make your walls clamp down on him, your grunting muffled by the teeth nibbling his earlobe. “Do you love me?”

“For so long.”

Nanami smiles even if you can’t see it, but it doesn’t matter. He’ll just have to show you, make you feel the words and emotions weighing heavily at his heart. Nanami leans sideways to capture your lips in a wet kiss, hands heavy and harsh compared to his passionate kisses as he keeps bouncing you up and down his cock. He’ll just have to show you.

“I’ll make up for the lost time then.”

You’re wearing your favourite hoodie of Nanami’s as you stand before the counter, stirring both mugs with your hands wrapped around it to warm you up. After your lovemaking session that has turned into more than two rounds, you’re downright spent, the both of you too tired to drive back home and opting for a hotel instead.

The aroma of coffee along with Nanami’s scent lingering on his clothes brings a smile to your face, your heart and skin still fluttery from today’s event.

Just then, strong arms wrap around your waist, soft lips coming down to press at the apples of your cheeks. You giggle in his arms as Nanami sways you both side to side, his head resting on your shoulder.

“I love you,” he announces quietly, so softly and tenderly as if it’s a secret only you’re allowed to know. You already became aware of his feelings – he’s shown it enough – but hearing it come from his own lips feels different.

Growing up, you always believed that love would come to you rapidly, overwhelmingly. But as Nanami swoops down to kiss you once more, his lips tasting faintly of the cake you both got on the way, you realize love is more like the soft crashing waves that comes gradually, slowly, yet constantly until you’re surrounded and it consumes you whole. It buds and grows larger until the crashing waves expand into an ocean of feelings that can’t even comprehend the depth of what you feel him, and you kiss him hard, embrace him hard – you just want to show him.

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[sips---tea]

What it is like to get into an argument with your elven s/o

Elrond:

- Arguments with Elrond are usually about your increasing worries about the return of Sauron or Elrond being quite protective of you such as not letting you join him in killing orcs.

- Elrond is not one for arguments, always keeping a level head and not wishing to raise his voice, even for a moment.

- If you raise your own voice, Elrond just watches silently which can make you worse, angry that he is not reacting to your emotions and talking to you.

- Elrond in arguments can blank you like he is waiting for you to just finish talking so he can go back to work. This of course makes you angrier, the fact he is not doing anything to calm you or reassure you.

- The argument usually ends with Elrond having enough and leaving the room. You end up sitting and crying, your anger was gone and shame replaces it.

- Elrond goes out into the gardens and relaxes himself and figuring out what to say before returning to your shared rooms.

- You lay your back to the door so quietly Elrond goes and sits, placing his hand on your shoulder. You will apologise for shouting and Elrond shushes you, saying that he was the one who refused to talk to you about your valid issues.

- You get up and lay in his arms, after a while of silence you gently talk about what you were arguing about and come to a conclusion.

Thranduil:

- Arguments with Thranduil start about him being unessesorally jealous, you not doing something which he wanted you to do or anything else as Thranduil can be a short fuse, especially when he has drunk wine.

- Immediately Thranduil gets angry, ranting at you about whatever it was which made him mad. You just sit there, taking it until you either shout back at him and or start crying. Thranduil however doesn't stop when this happens, carrying on.

- You finally decide to leave when you have had enough of Thranduil, leaving with tears flowing from your eyes. Thranduil just watches you go, a sneer on his lips.

- You don't keep track of where you run to, just feel through the empty back halls until you finally stop and catch your breath, tears falling down your face.

- Thranduil meanwhile will bask in his anger for a little longer before it melts away and he realises what he has done and guilt falls upon him. He enlists the help of a few of his aids to find you and take you back to him.

- Slowly you go back when you are found. Your tears by now have gone, replaced with an empty feeling as you trudge back to your husband who immediately pulls you into a hug, squeezing you close to him and muttering apologies into your ear as he holds you close to him.

- He asks for your forgiveness, worried that you would not give it, but you do and he sighs in thankfulness, glad that you did not hate him for his mistake.

Lindir:

- Arguments with Lindir are always about you risking your life on the battlefield, Lindir's worry turning into stress as you come back with an injury. He blows up the small injury and demands that you stop working in the orc hunting party.

- You of course roll your eyes as Lindir becomes progressively more uptight and stressed until he shouts at you. This of course makes you jump in surprise, never hearing Lindir shout before. He immediately realises his mistake and tries to stop you as you leave the room, apologies flooding from his mouth.

- Lindir kicks himself for not keeping composure and goes after you, finding you in the library, tucked away in the corner. Slowly he comes towards you, apologising profusely for raising your voice to you and trying to stop you from doing your duty.

- You hug him, knowing how his worry would consume him if you did not say anything or walk away and say you forgive him.

- Lindir nods, still apologising and saying he wouldn't again shout at you, his guilt bub;bling over to make him a mess of apologies, even after you had forgiven him. You kiss him to stop him talking and tell him he doesn't need to worry and that you are safe with the other elves in your fighting party.

Haldir:

- Your arguments usually stem from how little time you get to see him as he is away most of the time protecting the borders. You understand that it is his job and that he does it to protect you and everyone else, however, this thought doesn't take away the pain of not having him around for much of the time.

- Haldir will not understand your sadness about this, seeing his duty to guard the borders and will get very offended that you even suggest that he should lose some hours. Haldir will get annoyed and will leave the room to spend time thinking. He is very stubborn and set in his ways but he doers realise that you would feel lonely without you, your husband with you less than once a week.

- Haldir returns with a little gift of a flower or gem as a way to apologise. You are on the bed, crying into your pillow, thinking that you were just a burden for him.

- Haldir places a hand on your back and gently runs your back in silence. Slowly you turn and he joins you on the bed, he placed the thing into your hand and apologises. He will tell you his thoughts through it so you understand and he promises to ask for fewer hours.

- You hug Haldir, forgiving him and the next day he is talking to Lady Galadriel for about fewer hours.

Arwen:

- Arguments with Arwen start with you risking your life while fighting orcs. Because Arwen doesn't fight on the front line with you and her father she always gets terrified when you go out for an orc raid.

- You had sustained an injury and her worry bubbled over to annoyance while healing your arm being snappy with you and demanding you be more careful. You had never seen this side of Arwen and furrowed your forhead. You say you need to but Arwen huffed, saying you could just join her in the reserves.

- You refuse and she decides to order you as the Lady of Rivendell to stay with her. You refuse again, crossing your arms annoyed at her. She orders again, more firmly, raising her voice at you. You leave, even if she is still healing you, not wishing to hear her any longer.

- You go to your horse, sitting by it and trying to not let tears flow because of the argument. Arwen meanwhile breaks down, terrified for you, she wants to keep you safe but she hurts you. When Arwen calms down she goes and finds you, looking in all the usual spots you would be.

- She joins you and in silence hugs you, whispering her apologies into your ear as she holds you close to her. You promise to be careful and always come back to her and Arwen thanks you.

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