#i hope my tags aren't broken anymore

[nackrosor]

~Your Wish~

(Part 3/3)

Part 1 - Part 2

Brahms Heelshire x nanny!Reader

warnings/tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con (with very dubious p in v), power dynamics, mommy issues, Brahms is a perv through and through

word count: 2,9k.

author's notes: this is the filthiest thing I've ever written, I swear. I tried to imbue this with all my naughtiness lmao I hope it was enough! Also, here's some art I made 'cause I'm that generoussss. I hope you enjoy the food! Bon appétit! 🤤🌹

"Did I scare you, Y/N? I didn't mean to..." 

He grimaced at the way his child voice came out broken and less convincing than usual, but in his state, even simply speaking was a feat.

You had been sluggishly fighting against his persistent grip on you, yet once you heard him speak, a loud gasp of shock escaped you, and your body stiffened under his. The way you tensed up made your back arch and your ass stick out even more. His focus shifted to your half-clad bottom, which was hovering only inches from his face. The drenched fabric of your panties had somehow stuck to the side, teasing him - torturing him - with that mouthwavering sight of you. 

Oh, what a struggle it was for him to refrain from seeking your heat again and then shoving himself inside you, once and for all. He was shivering with restraint while proceeding to keep you pinned to the mattress. He wasn't sure how much longer he could hold himself back, though.

He wanted you to know who he was before he finally and thoroughly claimed you as his. His pride somehow exceeded his yearning.

"B-Brahms...?" You hesitantly whispered his name, hoping to catch a glimpse of him behind your shoulder. You could only make out a dark silhouette in your peripheral vision, for both the darkness of the room and his tight clasp prevented you from seeing anything else. "How-? W-what?"

Your voice was a little louder this time, and you sounded sharper. He also noticed with satisfaction that you were now remaining still under his hold. That was good. It would make things easier. He'd prefer not to fight you, not to force you... But if you were to refuse him... He would not hold back... He couldn't...

"You don't have to be alone anymore in this big, scary house." 

He made sure to stress out the last words, the same ones you used when you had confided your wish to the doll. He wanted you to understand… That wicked side of him wanted you to realise that he had always been there, watching you, listening in on you... That you have never truly been alone.

"Aren't you happy?"

He couldn't hide the impatience in his voice. His palm pressed harder onto your spine, imperceptibly rubbing up and down, seeking your touch. He found himself edging closer to you, his mask nearly touching your asscheek, his other hand ready to commit another despicable sin, the worst one yet.

“Let me see you? Please?"

He stopped in his tracks, momentarily stunned by your words.

You had asked so sweetly, your voice such a gentle caress to his ears, how could he have declined your request? After all, he had longed to have those gorgeous eyes of yours fall on him, finally seeing him, since the first day. And what would have been better than having you looking at him as he ravished you? Watching lust twist your features, the pleasure - he was igniting in you - flooding your lovely eyes. A shuddering breath escaped his lips as the vivid image arose in his mind, aggravating the torture.

Brahms loosened his grip, allowing you to turn around and lie on your back. As soon as your eyes met his, you let out another loud gasp. His gut flipped at the way your wide eyes flitted across his mask, chest, thighs, taking him all in.

You saw him. You were looking at him. Ah, what a dream... What a dream come true...

He wondered what was going through your pretty little head. How did it make you feel to know that the kid's voice you've occasionally heard reverberating through the mansion over the past few weeks hadn't come from a possessed doll or an imprisoned spirit... But from him. Your Brahms, in flesh and blood.

“B-Brahms…”

The way you tentatively called his name while looking up at him like a deer in the headlights was pure bliss.

He nodded enthusiastically in response and drew closer to you. His gaze flickered from your face to your hand, which he noticed slowly reaching up in his direction. He jerked back instantly out of reflex, frightened like a beaten dog meeting a loving hand for the first time, but as soon as he realized there was no threat in your intentions, he leaned back in and allowed you to touch his mask. Oh, how he yearned to feel your soft palm caressing his wounded cheek... to feel your gentle touch skin on skin… But that would have to be enough for the moment.

Now that he had your full attention. Now that you knew who he was and that no harm would come from him… with your eyes staring up at him with such awe and wonder… 

He couldn't wait any longer. 

His hand eagerly slipped between your thighs, fingers greedily seeking your heat. He caught with utmost satisfaction the way your eyes widened again, your lips parting to let out a shocked cry; you looked so adorable… so desirable… so vulnerable…

He kept his ever-attentive gaze fixed on you, desperate to catch your every reaction, as he stroked your wet folds and teased your entrance.

“W-what are you… Ah!~”

A tremor pierced him as he felt your body tremble so sharply when he easily entered you, triggering a loud whine from you as he drove his fingers deep into your walls.

His breathing was extremely shallow, and he could see your chest raise and fall as you began panting as well; the sight only served to add fuel to his burning desire, leaving him eager to make you cry and shiver just like that over and over again. 

His movement against you was firm but frantic, fueled by his long-repressed need, which was causing him to shudder and whimper as he fingered you. He had no idea what he was doing, but your moans and squeals were guiding and urging him to keep hitting that spongy spot deep inside you which seemed to make you scream the loudest.

“N-no… W-w-wait…”

Your hands shakily reached down to seize his and halt his actions, but he quickly grasped your wrists and pinned them both on your belly, holding them down with one palm while continuining on driving his fingers back and forth, unrelentingly, into you. He could tell you liked it, the lewd sounds you were making told him as much. He knew his actions were pleasing you. Your cunt was so wet, and your walls welcomed his long fingers with such hunger, swallowing them fully with each push.

How would it feel to sink inside you? To have your tight, spongy walls suck and squeeze his cock dry? Would his cum leak back out? It always did when he used his doll, the one he had turned to look just like you… He constantly had to push his fluids back inside the hole…

“Brahms... S-stop… Ah!”

Your broken whimpers sounded so cute. You were so cute. What were you asking of him? Certainly not to stop. Not that he would or could. The feeling of making you squirm under his touch was intoxicating, a feeling he had just discovered and yet couldn't get enough of. He had already grown addicted. The sight of you laying there completely vulnerable, completely his, was filling him with such a rush of euphoria. 

He released your wrists, disregarding the way you immediately but weakly started tugging at his hand again in protest. Instead, he reached down to his trousers, letting out a deep guttural grunt when he felt the dampness of the material, soaked with his seed. Leaked precum? Or did he burst into his pants without even realising? It didn't matter. His cock was hard and throbbing when he grabbed it, ready to slip out of the restraining cloth and finally sink inside you… He couldn’t wait, oh no, he couldn’t wait anymore-

“I said stop!” 

His entire body shuddered violently, and his senses suddenly sharpened as if he had just awoken from a trance. Both his hands abruptly came to a halt.

He wasn't sure if he was shaking more from the thrill your imposing tone caused in him or the excruciating hunger that was gnawing at him, demanding to be satiated. Possibly both combined given the intensity of the tension that had taken hold of his body.

Brahms stared at you with bated breath and childish fear, like a misbhehaving boy caught in the act of some deplorable deeds by his strict mother. He didn't dare to make a sound nor move an inch as he waited to be scolded.

A strange glint passed your eyes, one that he could barely catch, let alone decipher. However, your entire demeanour seemed to alter abruptly in response to his reaction.

"What do you think you're doing?"

He gasped. A flood of dread shook his entire being and made his stomach churn upon hearing your stern tone. Did he upset you? Were you angry at him? He couldn't bear it. Oh no… He only wished to please you... Only ever wished to please you...

"What were you doing, mh?" 

Brahms vehemently shook his head, his panicked gaze glued on your hard look. 

“Brahms.”

Your commanding tone made him shudder again. He cowered, crouching down and dropping his head on your lap. He didn't dare admit what he was about to do, what he had been doing long before you woke up.

"Brahms!"

He felt your hands pull on his arms, but he only pressed his head further against you, burying his face in your womb, his whimpers muffled by your skin. His hands reached to your sides, holding you vehemently but not threateningly. He wanted to show you how good he was. How good he could be for you. He was sorry. Yes. He was terribly sorry. He would never upset you again.  

"Please…" He pleaded in his childish voice, nuzzling his forehead into your belly.

"Please, what?"

He tightened his grip on your sides and cried again, "Pleaseee… I need you…" 

His meekness only increased as you delayed to answer. His hands cradled your body, fingers clutching desperately at your nightgown and creasing the material. His head anxiously swayed back and forth as he rubbed his mask against you.

"Use your real voice."

Another tremor shook his body and he quickly obeyed your command. 

"I need you."

His voice came out low and hoarse, such a stark contrast to his childish tone. It caused a vibration in your tummy. He could feel how your body shivered in reaction. 

Raising his head to meet your gaze, he noticed that your eyes had widened significantly. Was it because of his voice? The way he begged? Did you like it? He could beg you again and again in his real voice, if it pleased you so. If that meant you’d let him have you.

"I need you, please…" 

His fingers travelled slowly along your sides, gingerly getting closer to your panties again, quivering with impatience and constraint. He kept his imploring look on you as he stroked his fingertips on the damp fabric before slipping them inside to rub against your folds once more. 

He saw your eyelids flutter and your chest rise harshly as you took a deep breath.

He whimpered as he felt your fingers weave into his curls and then capture them abruptly in a tight clasp.

"Lay down, Brahms." 

He merely lingered for a moment to process what you had requested of him. Then he did it. He lay down on the mattress without question. Eager to please you. Desperate to be in your good graces. He would do anything for you. 

His entire body was trembling with anticipation, a deep-seated urge to be touched threatening to overtake him as you climbed on top of him, claiming his former position. His body craved your touch so badly, yet he had to wait until you decided to put him out of his misery.

“You’re such a naughty boy. You know that?”

When he felt your weight on him and your groin sitting directly on his bulge, he felt his breath catch in his throat and his hips buck up instinctively. Only his unbuttoned pants separated his arousal from your heat.

He was losing his mind…

"Nobody ever taught you that's not how good boys are supposed to behave, mh?"

More whimpers flowed from his parted lips as you began to grind against him, painfully slowly but with force. He struggled to keep his eyes open and locked in yours; his quivering hands went up to hold your hips, seeking to control your movements, but you intercepted them and forced them down on the pillow on either side of his face. He let you keep them still.

"Please…"

"I will teach you… Yes, yes... I will teach you. Bad boys never get their way, no matter how much or how long they beg."

Brahms had always obtained whatever he wanted since he was a little boy. If he couldn't have it, he'd take it himself. But he wasn't going to admit it to you. He merely groaned and twitched in response, every inch of his body ignited by your leisurely and frustrating movement against him.

He craved being inside you... To spill his load deep within your core... but he was so worked up… he had been holding back for so long, too long… and the way you moved was so rousing, provoking him just enough to…

His body abruptly convulsed underneath you, a deep sigh of relief escaping from his lips as a dark and large wet stain appeared on the material of his trousers. All of the desire coursing through him reached a fever pitch that consumed every inch of his body.

He had never experienced such an intense and violent orgasm before. He had jerked off numerous times, but cumming never felt so good... 

Brahms was still trembling and panting when his eyes opened again to meet yours. You had stopped moving when he started spasming. Even in the dark, he could see the blush on your cheeks, the way your eyes were wide and glazed as they stared down at him, your own breath coming in short. 

"F-Fuck-"

His eyes were fixed on you, watching you as you gulped and shivered, clearly shaken by what had just happened. Your gaze kept darting back and forth between his pants and mask. When he felt your hands release his wrists, he pulled yours back, drawing you forward and causing you to fall on top of him with a yelp.

Brahms buried his face into the crook of your neck. Your scent was stronger than before, his nostrils filled with your natural aroma. His fingers trailed over your skin, feeling how clammy it was and relishing the way you shivered at the touch. He moved on along the curve of your neck until he reached the edge of your nightgown and peeled it down without hesitation, this time dragging it low enough to prevent it from rolling back up. The sight of your breasts made his stomach flip, just like it had done the first time. His body started to become stiffer once more. 

“Again…” he whispered breathlessly as he lifted your torso so you could sit on his lap just like before, straddling his groin. He could feel himself getting harder all over again. He could not possibly resist you.

"B-Brahms?"

His hands greedily mapped your body, groping every curve and dip they found. His touch soon became frantic and urgent.

"Again, again, again!"

He hastily freed his growing erection from his pants and without giving you time to register what was happening, he seized your waist and pulled you down onto him. 

At last, you had become one. 

The quiet room filled with both his and your moans of pleasure, which only grew louder as Brahms started guiding your hips up and down, each time with greater force, allowing him to fully sink into you. You were so warm, and the way your tight walls clenched around his cock was more intoxicating than he could have anticipated. It was maddening. The sound of your cunt slapping against his groin was the the best sound he had ever heard. He mentally added it to the list of pleasures he had so quickly become addicted to and sought to experience again and again and again...

He was a mess of sweat and whimpers and tremors, and so were you. 

Ah, to finally have you! To finally take you as his! This was everything he had ever dreamed and yearned for. You would never be alone or feel lonely again, and neither would he! 

Please you night and day, whenever and wherever! That's what he intended to do.

Oh, yes. 

He will be such a good boy for you.

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[eternalxvenus]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ broken promises pt. 4 ࿐ྂ

summary: Rafe promised to take you out and spend your birthday with you, but you don’t hear from him all day and then suddenly he shows up at your door trying to explain.

wc: 1.8k

notes: i really hope you guys enjoy this chapter!! part 5 will be the final chapter for this series! (there were a few people who asked to be in the tag list but i can't find the asks in my inbox anymore im so sorry!! if you happen to see this comment/message me again to be added!)

previous chapters: part 1 | part 2 | part 3

You woke up this morning and felt so much better than you had in the last few days. Rafe not only cleared everything up, but he also practically poured his heart out for you. Now you both would head back to OBX and hopefully everything will be normal. Both of you know Topper lied and you'll probably have to talk to him about it, which is something you weren't looking forward to.

Leaning over the bed you glanced down to see Rafe's shirtless body still sleeping. You got off the bed with your blanket and snuggled up next to him on the floor. Immediately, you question how he was able to get any sleep down here. As you tried to get comfortable, Rafe stirred awake. You looked up at him with an apologetic expression. "Good morning. I wasn't trying to wake you."

He groaned softly, looking down at you before smiling at you. "Sure you didn't. Good morning, sweetheart." Rafe rolled on top of you, leaning in to give you a kiss before you stopped him.

"Morning breath," you said with a shake of your head, placing your hand over your mouth. He gives you an unamused look before moving your hand away.

"I don't care about morning breath. I gotta make up for all the time I spent not kissing you these last couple of days."

Rafe gave you one long kiss on your lips. It was so soft and caring like he wanted to express all his love for you with the feeling of his lips on yours. He slid his hands down to your hips, giving them a gentle squeeze. "God, I missed you, baby. You have no fuckin idea," he whispered.

You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face. "I missed you too." Sitting up, you moved from under his hold and leaned against the side of your bed. "But we aren't having sex in my parents' house, especially while they're here."

He placed his head in the crook of your neck before sighing, "It's okay, I can wait." 

"Alright, let me up so I can go brush my teeth and get ready," you giggle, pushing him off you lightly. He rolls onto the floor dramatically. "I'll be here waiting."

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While you were going around getting ready, Rafe's eyes followed your every move. He knew that he probably looked creepy staring you down like this, but he was just appreciating you and how he was so lucky to have such a beautiful girlfriend. Rafe was attracted to you the moment you both met at the country club. Your confidence, your style, even the way your perfume still lingered in the air even after you left.

He'd never admit it but you had him wrapped around your finger the minute you agreed to go on a date with him. You were too good for him, so accepting and supportive even when he'd try to push you away. Love wasn't enough to describe how he felt. He was fucking obsessed. Willing to do anything and everything for you. His personal heaven.

The sound of snapping brought him back to the present. "Hello? Did you hear me?" Rafe shakes his head. You roll your eyes, something he can never take seriously when you look so damn stunning. "I said I'm ready to go."

He gave a brief sign of acknowledgment so you'd know he heard you, but his eyes were focused on eyeing everything from your hair to your shoes. "C'mere, I wanna hold you for a bit," he said softly. He rarely ever heard himself like this, the soft side of him being reserved for those special moments with you. The moments when his heart felt like it was beating so fast it would come out of his chest, or his face would heat up with a light tinge of pink on his cheeks.

You made your way over to him and straddled him on the bed. "What, you miss me giving you all my attention?" you teased.

Rafe gave a small smile before kissing your forehead— He knew better than to mess up your lip combo so soon— "Yeah, something like that."

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Since Rafe had brought his truck with him to the mainland, he drove you both back to the ferry going to OBX. He didn't talk much during the drive or the ferry ride back but he kept his hands on you at all times— holding you in his lap, putting a hand on your thigh, or an arm around your shoulder— he was keeping you close.

Once you arrived on the island, you thought Rafe would take you straight home or to Tannyhill until he mentioned having to stop somewhere first. You didn't think anything of it but when you saw The Boneyard coming into view you looked over, confused. "Rafe, what are we doing here?"

"I just gotta take care of something alright? Stay here I'll be right back." He got out of the truck and started making his way toward the sea of people drinking and hanging out.

With a sigh, you got out of the car shortly after, following behind him. Immediately you saw him heading in Topper's direction, making you pick up your pace to catch up to him.

Rafe reached Topper just before you did and was staring him down with his arms crossed. "What's up, Top?" he said in a harsh voice. Topper gave a confused look at his attitude before trying to seemingly move on. 'Hey Rafe, what's good, man?"

When you reached them you put your hand on Rafe's arm in an attempt to pull him away. "Come on Rafe, please just do this later." You didn't want to make a scene with all these people here or risk him getting in trouble, but he ignored your attempts.

"Do you wanna tell me why you told my girl I cheated on her?" his voice was eerily calm as he spoke, you almost wished he were yelling instead.

Topper looked at Rafe in silence before he shrugged. "Listen, man, you were coked out of your mind and got all up on your ex. I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't even remember. But it's on video and everything, I was just trying to look out for her and do the right thing."

By this point, a few people who were close enough to hear the conversation had started watching, eager to see what was going on. Kelce, who had been standing next to Topper, looked just as confused yet interested as everyone else.

"Oh, so you have the video? Let me see it then." he urges.

Topper rolls his eyes but takes his phone out and plays the video. It's the same one he had sent to you that you now know is old. "See man? I'm sure you regret it or whatever but it happened. You fucked up." he has a small smirk on his face as he said it like it was the hard truth.

Rafe licked his lips and nodded. He pulled his phone out and showed Topper the photo that was actually from the party. "You took this photo at the party, right?" Topper nodded "So?" A chuckle left Rafe's throat. "So... I'm wearing two completely different outfits. Why don't you show me the date on the video Top."

Topper was silent for a few moments before his smirk dropped and an angered look took over his features. "You don't fucking deserve her, Rafe! You know she'd be better off with me. You'd choose drugs over her, you would choose yourself over her!"

Your eyebrows shot up at his outburst. Topper was jealous. Rafe got closer to him, getting into his face. "I should've known you'd go after her. You were the one who convinced me to do the coke after I told you I'd quit you fuckin' prick!" Topper shoved Rafe but he only stumbled a little before lunging at Topper and throwing a punch. Kelce and a few other Kooks who were close by rushed over to try and break it off but Rafe wasn't letting up.

"Rafe! Stop, let's just go!" you shouted, trying to get his attention. Someone had finally gotten them off of each other, and Topper was bleeding from the mouth with and his eye was starting to swell. You could see the blood on their clothes and on Rafe's knuckles. It was unlikely someone would call the cops but you wanted to get out of there before things could get worse. Before you could get far enough, you heard Topper yell "She's just another piece of ass anyway!"

Pulling Rafe away from The Boneyard and back towards the truck, you sigh, noticing the bruise forming on his cheek. Both of you got into the truck and Rafe started to drive to your place, still pissed off.

"You didn't have to do that Rafe..." you tried to keep your voice soft, not wanting him to think you were angry.

Rafe scoffed, "That fucker deserved it. He's lucky I don't kill him." You said nothing for the rest of the ride, and neither did Rafe.

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After what felt like forever, you saw your house come into view. The truck rolled to a stop, and Rafe shut off the engine, placing his head on the steering wheel. "I'm sorry," he muttered. It almost seemed like he felt... ashamed?

"I'm sorry for doing that... I let him get to me. I shouldn't have gone in the first place." he explained. You felt bad that he was beating himself up for letting his anger get the best of him.

You leaned over the center console to place a kiss on his non-bruised cheek. "It's okay. Let's just get inside and forget about it."

Rafe nodded, and you both got out of the truck to head inside. You made him take off his dirty, bloodied clothes and put them in the wash, leaving him in his boxers. With a little convincing, he allowed you to tend to his busted knuckles and ice his bruise for a while. There was a silence between you that was both comfortable and strained up until you'd gotten in bed.

You were laying on his chest tracing shapes along his skin while he stroked your back soothingly. "Hey Rafe," you spoke softly looking up at him. His eyes were closed, but he wasn't asleep. "Yes, sweetheart?"

"I thought of something you could do to make my birthday up to me, at least a little bit."

He opened his eyes looking down at you lovingly. "What is it? Name anything and I'll make it happen."

You bit your lip to try and suppress your devilish smile while climbing on top of him in a straddle position. Leaning in close, your lips ghosted his as you whispered, "How about some belated birthday sex?"

part 5

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[genericpuff]

Ahem. I know what other brushes LO uses ;)

(Forewarning: most of these brushes are from early LO and as such aren't used anymore. I will put an * next to the recent brushes Rachel uses.) Pastels, Gouache, and other textured brushes (used mainly for backgrounds):

Pastel Palooza (Kyle's Megapack)

Pastella (Kyle's Megapack)

Fat Fun 100 (Kyle's Megapack)

Fat Fun Spongy (Kyle's Megapack)

Hard Square Pastel (Kyle's Winter 2019 set) *

Pigmentia (Kyle's Fall 2021 set) *

Sheriff Coal (Kyle's Spring 2022 set) *

Watercolors (used for backgrounds like clouds and texture)

500 Giant (Kyle's Watercolors)

Medium Wash Texture (Kyle's Watercolors)

Soft Irregular Wash 150 (Kyle's Watercolors)

Soft Wash 120 (Kyle's Watercolors)

FX:

Kyle's Splatter Brushes - Splatter Bot C (Kyle's Splatter set)

Stars 1 and 2 (Kyle's Splatter set)

Pressure rake (Kyle's Rake set) (warning: while this brush can be imported into CSP, this brush only properly works in Photoshop and Procreate because of their specific brush engines that allow 360 brush tip rotation)

Wet Ink Dynamic (Kyle's Splatter set)

Wet Ink Random (Kyle's Splatter set)

Bird Mix (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Bird Mix Vintage (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Break Glass (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Crackup (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Downpour (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Gulls 1 and 2 (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Manga Line Varied (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Manga Lines Broken (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Any of the smoke brushes (Kyle's Concept brushes) (warning: like the pressure rake brush, they work properly in Photoshop or Procreate)

Get the concept brush set. I'm not joking.

The entirety of Kyle's Winter 2022 set (Rachel is using these for how winter looks in the mortal realm) *

Foliage:

Fall Color Save (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Foliage Color Mix (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Foliage Mix 2, 3, and 4 (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Foliage Mix Dry 1 and 2 (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Brancher Big, Medium, and Small (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Foliage Pro 1 - 8 (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Foliage Small Color (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Foliage Ground cover (Kyle's Concept brushes)

Maddy Bellwoar's Ghibli-inspired brush sets* (can be found on Gumroad for the cheapest price)

Hope that helps!

listen here my dear sweet anon

first of all, there is no forewarning needed here that these are mostly from early LO, early LO is what I'm dying to recapture so you already struck gold and you can stop digging (or don't, because holy shit finding this in my inbox was like christmas for puff round 2)

second, i hope you're happy choosing this timeline where you're my new bestie because goddamn this is COMPREHENSIVE

and third (and most importantly) how in the flying FUCK did you know about some of these

like it's clear at this point rachel uses a lot of the kyle webster brushes, i kinda figured that out ages ago and it was just a matter of figuring out which ones she uses which you've done me the solid of putting together for me

but the ghibli background set?? the brushes that are exclusive to the newest episodes ??

either you've just become the champion of being the most hyperfixated on old LO orrrrr you know something we don't and there's a reason you're using the anon tag-

#i will mention btw there are some i couldn't get thru my usual download sources #the winter 2019 fall 2021 and spring 2022 set #thankfully they only contain one brush each all of which are from the newer episodes as labelled #but i'd still like to nab 'em so if anyone has any leads or can share these brushes with me pls lmk in my asks <3 #everyone thank our almighty anon for passing on these resources #i've gone ahead and updated the brush pack post which now includes almost all of these as a background brush set #lore olympus critical #lo critical #anti lore olympus #lore olympus redraw

[chaepu]

All I Want - Huh Yunjin

pairing: huh yunjin x reader tags: soloist!reader genre: fluff, mostly angst

"This is a song I wrote a few days ago about a dark time in my life. I lost one of the most important people in my life for reasons I still don't understand. I sing this song for all of those who have felt the pain of heartbreak and hope." You said to a screaming arena as you softly started strumming your guitar.

All I want is nothing more Than to hear you knocking at my door 'Cause if I could see your face once more I could die a happy man I'm sure

It was three weeks you remembered. Three weeks ago, Yunjin walked out on you. Three weeks of tears and confusion. Three weeks of saddened hope that she'd be at your front door, ready to come back into your life.

When you said your last goodbye I died a little bit inside I lay in tears in bed all night Alone without you by my side

"Goodbye Y/N," were the last words that left Yunjin's mouth before she also exited your apartment and life. After an hour long conversation that evidently broke your relationship, you knew the end was coming. All signs were pointing to over. When those two words left her mouth, every part of your body ached. You spent the rest of your night crying in the emptiness of your room.

But If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

"Do you even love me?" you quietly asked her with tears streaming down your face. The vulnerability in your voice not only breaking you, but her as well.

"Of course I love you, Y/N. You are and will always be the love of my life," she said as she lifted up your chin so you'd both be looking at each other. Glossy eyes staring at each other, makeup running down both cheeks.

"Then why are you leaving? Why are you leaving me? Where did I go wrong?" you yelled at her, standing up. You started pacing back and forth wondering if she loves you like she's saying she is, why is she stomping on your heart right now. It makes no sense.

"You did nothing wrong! I just can't handle this anymore," she vaguely said.

"What is there to handle? Am I too much for you? Is it because of who I used to be, because you know I'm not like that anymore. I've changed." you said. You needed answers to the questions you've asked but she wasn't giving them to you.

"I'm sorry, I can't do this anymore. Goodbye Y/N." and that was the end of that conversation. In a swift move, a relationship of two years was thrown into the drain. She left you lost, confused, and broken.

So you brought out the best of me A part of me I've never seen You took my soul and wiped it clean Our love was made for movie screens

It's no secret that your reputation is a little tarnished. You were thrown in the music industry when you were in your teen years, making you grow up faster than intended. You hated the industry so you did everything in your power to make them hate you, but that's what ultimately made the tabloids love you. It was until you met Yunjin at a photoshoot you were scheduled for that changed your life.

"If it's not the famous badass, rude ass, Y/N L/N," you heard a voice behind you say. You turned around ready to give whoever it was a piece of your mind because how do you just call someone rude, but was quickly stopped when you realized who it was.

"Huh Yunjin, it is. A pleasure to meet a pretty lady like you." you flirted. "Will you be my partner for this shoot because if yes, God bless." It was no secret that you had a crush on Yunjin. She was your go-to crush when asked in interviews and you're pretty sure she knows because you always get tweets from both your fans asking if you're together, she must've seen them.

She laughed. "Well aren't you the charmer. I've heard many things about you," she slyly spoke.

"All good things I hope."

"I wouldn't say that."

"Well, how about I change your mind over dinner?" you confidently asked, while on the inside, screaming. If she shut you down, your confidence would forever be ruined.

"I actually would. Dinner with a badass, my dream," she joked.

And that's how your relationship sparked. You guys spent the night laughing, running around the beach, and more. More dates happened after that night and you evidently asked her to be your girlfriend, making you guys exclusive. The tabloids were in a frenzy. HUH YUNJIN HOLDS DOWN Y/N L/N. You laughed at those headlines, but only if they knew.

It's been a few months into your relationship and you both were out in New York, grabbing lunch. You didn't know how the paparazzi found out where you were going but there were tens of them, snapping your pictures from feet away. They were in the way of the door, screaming questions at you guys. HOW'S THE RELATIONSHIP GOING? Y/N, WE HEARD RUMORS THAT YOU'RE CHEATING ON YUNJIN, CARE TO COMMENT? YUNJIN, WHEN ARE YOU GOING TO LEAVE Y/N. At this moment, you were about to deck someone in the mouth. You turned around ready to spew some words at the annoying photographers, but you felt someone pulling you back. You turned to see Yunjin pleading you through her eyes not to do whatever you were planning on doing. You knew that the tabloids already give her a lot of shit for dating you in the first place so you grabbed her hand and pushed through the crowd of flashes.

"Thank you," she said. That's all you needed to hear to calm you down. That's also when you knew Yunjin was someone who was going to change your life for the better. She makes you a better person.

After that, you both headed on over to a children's hospital that your manager wanted you guys to go to because there was a little girl who had one wish and it was to meet you. You honestly don't know why she'd waste one wish on you because you put up a pretty good facade for everyone to see, but you went to see her anyway.

You walked into the room with Yunjin behind you and the little girl lit up. She was attached to tubes and wires but she was so excited to see you and even more when she saw Yunjin.

"Hey sweetie, I read your letter and wanted to come and finally meet my biggest fan," you said while hugging the ecstatic child. You guys stayed there until visiting hours were over, playing with the little girl and singing to her. You looked over to see that she was asleep and that's when you and Yunjin both left. As you were leaving Yunjin stopped you,

"I really wish people saw this side of you, babe. You're a good person and I want the world to know that," she said to you while hugging you. "I love you," she said.

You had tears weld up in your eyes. You didn't say anything, but Yunjin knew how grateful you were for her.

All I want is And all I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody

After that night Yunjin broke up with you, your best friend Somi has been trying to set you up on dates. You told her it was too soon, but the girl disagreed. You went on many low-key dates, but every time you went on them, you couldn't stopped thinking about the singer. Every one of those dates, you looked for a piece of Yunjin in them. You wanted someone like Yunjin, but in reality, you just wanted her. It was getting sad, so you called off the dates and told Somi to stop.

If you loved me Why'd you leave me? Take my body Take my body All I want is All I need is To find somebody I'll find somebody like you

You closed your eyes as you sang the last chorus to the fans below you. Your voice was getting shaky and everyone was on edge. They knew who the song was about, they felt your pain. It was a shock on the internet when they found out that you and Yunjin were no longer a thing. Many fans sent you messages in hopes of cheering you up, but sadly failing. You ended the song and the crowd began to roar. You were grateful for all of them. They stood by you when you were an ass to the world and they're standing by you now. You were grateful for Yunjin because she made you who you were. She changed you for the better. You haven't heard from her since that night. You hold no resentment towards her. You are still in love with her and hope she does the best in her life, but all you wanted was for her to come back to you.

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a/n: hi everyone! this is my first post on this blog. i hope you enjoyed!

this is a repurposed imagine from my wattpad account back from 2015, so if you've stumbled upon it anytime in your life, that is why. i decided to change it to a kpop idol though because that's what i will be writing about as of now :)

i will be repurposing the few stories i have from there and then posting some newer stuff i've written.

i am new with the whole tumblr posting (it's much easier on wattpad) so hopefully i'm doing everything right. styling may change in the future as i'm still figuring everything out.

thank you again!

#huh yunjin x reader #huh yunjin imagines #huh yunjin scenarios #le sserafim imagines #yunjin x reader #lesserafim imagines #masterlist #yunjin imagines #yunjin scenarios

[yourmothersmooom]

Just a quick message on someone who used to be in the Hazbin Rewrite server.

If you can vaguepost about me I can vaguepost about you too. Except its not gonna be vague because I'm going to say your fucking name. I'm not sugarcoating anything.

Wannursyafiqah74, leave me, my friends, and the Hazbin Rewrite server alone. We want NOTHING to do with you and your manipulation tactics and obsessive behaviour.

Just because I haven't been as "mean" about the situation doesn't mean I'm any less angry. I don't want to talk to you. Move. The fuck. On.

You've treated Neon and their system HORRIBLY throughout all of this, constantly bringing up things that they SAID. MULTIPLE. TIMES. Triggered them. You threatened suicide if they didnt help you. You constantly mentioned SA and abuse. You'd go to channels Neon was chatting in just to mention these things. And you never stopped, even when we threatened MULTIPLE TIMES to leave if it carried on. But you still did it! Why? I dont know! But it lead to us not wanting to associate with you anymore! Then when you left our friend server to move on and "improve", you just started doing the same shit in a completely unrelated Hazbin Rewrite server filled with minors who aren't equipped to help you with your personal problems!

I sent you that message weeks ago in hopes of you actually following through. I kept you unblocked with hopes that you wouldn't betray my trust like you had so many times by breaking your promise to cease contact.

This should have been the end of it. But you did it again. You didnt even apologise, you just went straight to asking if you could post art in our server! And even AFTER admitting it was stupid, you sent me another god damn friend request on discord. (Yep, friend requests show what time they were sent now!) So I blocked you. You've broken the last inch of trust I gave you.

We can't forgive you for the scars you've left us and ESPECIALLY Neon's system.

Im not playing quiet mouse anymore. I'm sick of this shit and I just want to be left alone. So do Al, Neon's system, and the Rewrite Server. Stop using me as a tool to get back into servers. I'm not falling for it anymore.

Tagging vivziepop critical tags as a lot of the Hazbin Rewrite members reside there. They can add on if they please with evidence, screenshots, etc. Love y'all, /platonic, I hope you're able to recover from all of this.

#Wannursyafiqah74 #Vent #Callout #Vivziepop critical #Vivziepop criticism #Hazbin hotel critique #Hazbin hotel critical #Anti vivziepop

[mortmere]

One thing I haven’t seen much (or maybe at all?) in @ds30below is fanart recs! I get it, it's hard: I’ve tried compiling some themed art rec lists for the fest, but there are just too many wonderful things out there! So I thought I’d list some ways to find dS art at all, old and new, for the History week. Sadly, a lot of our fandom’s earlier art history is scattered all over barely functional old websites, if not lost completely. DeviantArt’s search has gone crazy - I can’t find the old dS stuff there anymore. A lot of the older (and even not that old) works on AO3 have broken image links, because image hosting has always been a big problem for fan artists (but not anymore: now there's https://images.squidge.org/). 

That said, where to find due South fanart?

Those old personal sites - if you can find them AND if the images aren't broken. Here’s an archived one where at least the wallpaper section still works (Nicci's art is F/K and some are NSFW).

Please, if you know other old or archived sites like this where the images still work, post about them!

The media files for the dS zines on Fanlore are a treasure trove, because there's a gallery view - check especially the files for slash zines, that image gallery has two pages.

Of course, the “Art” tag on AO3 has plenty of treasures (direct link below). I confess I haven’t probably looked through all of them myself yet! I recommend starting from the last page so there’s more new-to-you stuff unless you’ve been in the fandom for ten years or more. Don’t be disheartened by the broken image links, there are so many that do actually work.

Check out my sideblog, Due South Fanart Appreciation - there's also some older stuff there if you browse further. If you use Tumblr on a browser, the Archive is a nifty way to get a kind of a gallery view of the blog, though it only shows the first image in each post and does a disservice to artists with multipart works. The browser version also allows you to use the Tag list - it takes a while to load, but if you have a favorite artist/character/ship, you can find the relevant posts easily). 

I hope you enjoy the stuff you find in the above links - and if you find something you love, save the images, they might be gone tomorrow!

If you want to keep up with new dS fanart even from outside Tumblr, I also compile monthly art digests for the ds_noticeboard community on Dreamwidth:

I'll keep on trying to make those themed art rec lists! And more art, too. <3

#due south #due south fanart #fandom history #ds30below #fanart appreciation #art recs needed

[sammysficfactory]

Fixer Upper

ex!postpt3!Jotaro x ex!blackcoded!reader

wc: ~2.1k words

summary: Five months after your abrupt breakup, Jotaro calls you to help put him back together again.

tags: exes to lovers, angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: cursing, mentions of blood and needles

notes: tumblr deleted my acc so i’m restarting with my girl fixer upper bc i cant find my nanami fic, jotaro is kind of a jerk, this is very self indulgent, i made a few tweaks

"You look good." Jotaro says, his eyes fixed on your hand stitching his arm. It's been five months since you woke up one day to find his side of the bed cold, empty, and unmade. Jotaro had broken up with you shortly after that over text. He said that the two of you just weren’t working anymore. Now, Jotaro is inwardly grateful for the hat covering his face, as it hid how unhappy he's truly been since he left.

“Thanks, you too.” You say curtly. The silence between the two of you was awkward and deafening. So many unsaid words hung in the air like fresh laundry. You promised yourself that you wouldn’t feel angry when you saw Jotaro again, but you couldn’t help it. Questions ran through your mind at a mile a minute. Why did he leave? What wasn’t working? Why didn’t he tell me in person? Too many questions in so little time, so you didn’t ask.

“How have you been? You know since…” you trail off, alluding to his abrupt departure.

"Fine," Jotaro grumbles. He looks down at his arm as you continue your work. He's so thankful to be in your presence again, to hear your voice, to know you aren't completely gone, like so many people he loved, but he can't let you know how much this is upsetting him. He couldn’t afford to be weak, weakness was unnecessary and time consuming. Weakness got you killed. Jotaro had to be strong, just like the people counting on him call for him to be. Even if it feels like his heart is crumbling right in front of him with every second that passes.

"You?"

You sigh.

“To be honest? It’s been tough, but I’ve been pushing through.” You shrug. Jotaro’s heart clenches at the thought of you struggling in any capacity, but it hurts more because he knows he was the cause of it.

"You've been pushing through," he mutters, taking a breath and closing his eyes.

"You're tough." God, Jotaro thought. I feel like such a dick for calling her over here. But he didn’t know who else would answer. There was no one else who would answer.

“This one might sting, hold on.” You look up at him before making another stitch. He winces.

You wince, you never liked seeing Jotaro in pain. Even now, it hurt your heart to see him flinch or wince in pain.

“Sorry about that.” You finish two more stitches before rising from a hunched over position and stretching your back.

“Stay here, I’m gonna get you a bandage.” You walk over to the first aid kit you brought to grab a bandage to cover his arm. You come back to where Jotaro is.

“Give me your arm.”

"I'm already holding it out," he snaps. His voice is cold, but it doesn't hide the tinge of hurt he feels underneath. He doesn't look up to meet your gaze, and you wonder if it's his pride or his guilt that keeps him from doing so. Either way, he holds his arm up to you, his hand steady now that his body has processed the pain.

You sigh, already tired of the undeserved attitude you received, but you understood him.

“Please, not today.” You mutter. You wrap his arm carefully.

“I’m all done. Do you need anything else?” You ask, a small part hoping he would need something, anything else. Seeing and touching him in such a long time made your heart feel full again, but you knew that when Jotaro decides on something, you would have to go through hell and high water to change his mind.

"Nope," Jotaro says. The arm is wrapped in gauze, the bloody needle thrown away. He sighs, and suddenly, that small part of him wants you to ask him about his day, what he'd had for breakfast, anything. If you wanted something more, you knew that you'd have to be the one to broach the subject. To broach the subject of whether or not he wanted another chance. As it is, he's holding the door open for you.

“How was your morning?” You ask, clearly not wanting to leave his presence just yet, but who could blame you?

Jotaro narrows his eyes as he considers this, the corners of his lips lifting minutely.

"Fine." He's not quite sure what to ask you in turn, and he can't stand the silence.

"Yours?"

“It could’ve been better.” ‘With you’, you wanted to add, but decided against it. You sigh, walking out of the door reluctantly, wishing he would say something about the two of you. Even now after everything, you’d still take him back. It sounded bad, but you felt as if the love you and Jotaro shared was a once-in-a-lifetime thing, and you never wanted to give it up.

He watches you leave, and it takes all of his willpower to not call you back into the room, to say he’s sorry, that he’s regretted every moment he woke up without you next to him, to admit that he would call for you in his sleep sometimes only to wake up only to be hit with the harsh reality of his choices. But that would be weak, and Jotaro had no time to seem weak. Weakness was time consuming and worthless. The look on your face tells him that he's hurt you in a way he can't undo, and he couldn't stomach the idea of bringing you anymore pain and unhappiness by getting you involved with him again. Jotaro watches you go, waiting until you're gone to let out a breath of exhaustion.

As you walk down the hall, a stream of tears fall down your face. What was the point of it all? Did he bring me over to hurt me all over again? Before you knew it, you were already angrily walking back to his door, knocking furiously.

“Open this fucking door!” You say, tears rushing down your face. Jotaro opens the door with a shocked and pained expression before quickly masking it with his usual cold and nonchalant mask.

Jotaro jumps, then freezes.

"U-" he begins, unsure of what to say. He takes two steps back from the door, knowing you're a force to be reckoned with, especially when you get upset.

"What do you want?" he asks. His voice is cold and neutral, hiding the way his heart is racing in his chest. On the inside, Jotaro thanks whatever higher power that his voice didn’t betray him.

You walk in, pressing a finger into his broad chest.

“Why’d you tell me to come here, hm? Five months, Jotaro. Five fucking months! Not a word from you. All I got was a text saying that ‘we weren’t working’. What wasn’t working? What was the problem? You just up and left! You left me! You left us!” A mix of anger, pain, hurt, confusion, and frustration paint your features.

“That’s not fair Jotaro, and you know it!”

"And this is? What the fuck did you want me to do?" He asks, a bit incredulously. It's hard not to be hurt by your anger, even though he knows you have every right to be upset. Jotaro crosses his arms over his chest, but doesn't retreat any further.

"It's not fair for me to put you through all the stuff I did. The nightmares, the anger, none of it. I did it for you. You shouldn’t have had to deal with that, Y/N."

“But I was willing! I loved you- no scratch that, I love you despite all that! I thought we could’ve helped you together.” Your voice breaks.

“You don’t think I would’ve left if I couldn’t handle it? Was it me? What was it that made you leave?”

A part of him wants, no, craves to open his arms to you, take you in, apologize, and tell you that you'll make it through this together. But the greater part of him wants to keep you safe and unhurt. You deserve the world, but how can something so hurt and damaged give someone like you their love?

"It's not you, Y/N," he says, his voice quiet.

"It's all me. I didn't think I was worthy to have your love. I still don't." he says guiltily, almost as if he was a child who was caught messing with something he shouldn’t have.

“You don’t get to decide that! I do. I decide who to give my love to, Jotaro. I’m the one who deems people worthy of loving. And I deemed you worthy a long time ago.” You sniff, not as angry but still a bit hurt. You felt for Jotaro, his time in Egypt had taken a toll on him. But you couldn’t excuse his behavior.

He looks at you, your kind eyes, your understanding heart. And he sees himself as a broken monster, filled with rage and malice and despair, and he wonders how someone can love a beast like that. If he took you back, all his wounds would inevitably bleed onto you.

“Y/N,” he says softly, like you were something fragile he was terrified of breaking,

“You can do better than me. Why would you choose… this?” You grasp at his chest and shake him back and forth.

“Don’t you get it? I don’t want better. I want you! I want you, Jotaro.” A small, wistful, hopeful laugh escapes his lips.

“Why? Why would you settle for something like me? There are so many people who could love you better than I can.” He doesn't understand why you would want him, but by god, it feels like maybe there's a chance. A chance to try again, to start anew.

“Because I don’t know how to love anyone the way I love you. It’s always been you. I don’t want to have my pick of anyone else, I want you. In all your brokenness.” You move your hands from his shoulders and cup his face. “I love you, Jotaro. I couldn’t think to love someone else.”

He stares back at you, his lips parted. His heart is pounding in his chest, and every instinct in him is telling him to kiss you, right there, so you could see just how sorry he truly was. He doesn't do it, but his fingertips rise to touch your cheek, his thumb caressing the side of your tear stained face lightly.

"Y/N," he whispers, and the way he says your name tells you everything you need to know.

You pull Jotaro into a long embrace, kissing his temple.

“I don’t want anyone else. Just you. Just Jotaro.” You say quietly, but loud enough for him to hear me.

"Just me?" he asks. Tears prick his eyes at the thought. You would really put yourself through the ups and downs of dating a man like him? Even if your feelings for him are true, there are many times when he's cold and distant, other times when he's kind and loving. It was all worth it for you? He didn’t want to believe it, because that would leave Jotaro with one conclusion. He was worthy of love, and life.

You nod.

“Just you, forever.” You were willing to go to hell and back for him, and he knew it.

"Forever?" he asks softly. His hands cup your face, and he lowers a delicate but loving kiss on your lips before he can convince himself to stop.

"You'd really accept that deal?"

Your heart feels complete once again during the kiss, though Jotaro was a man of few words, but you understood everything he said through the kiss. You nod your head.

“A million times if you asked me to.”

"I don't know what I did to deserve a woman like you," he says, leaning his forehead against yours.

"But I'll take it."

A small laugh bubbles up your chest and comes out of your mouth.

“I love you, Jotaro.”

"I love you too," he says back. A million times over. He thinks he might cry from relief, but he doubts it.

You wipe the remnants of your tears from your face.

“I wish you would’ve told me this was how you were feeling, but I understand why you didn’t. Egypt and Dio have made you tough and closed off, but there’s still a softness in you. That’s what makes you human. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be Jotaro with me, I want you to be Jojo.” You say.

"I can do that," he says, a small and tentative smile gracing his face. He is Jojo, not Jotaro, and he's going to make sure you have no doubt of that.

"But you know what happened to me," Jotaro adds,

"I’m broken in a lot of ways. Are you okay with that?"

A soft and fond smile grows. You nod.

“I understand that, and I’m ready to love you despite all of it. I knew what I signed up for the first time I told you that I loved you.”

Jotaro blinks back tears.

"You were so easy to love," he says softly, "I still can't believe you'd put yourself through my hurt and anger and darkness because you love me."

You raise your pinky finger to him.

“We’ll get through it together, just like we always do.” You say with a soft smile.

He links his pinky, eyes shining with love. "Together."

#jjba #jjba jotaro #jotaro x reader #jotaro x y/n #jotaro x you #jjba x reader #jjba fanfic #fluff #angst #hurt/comfort #anime fic #jotaro x black reader #black reader #black reader insert #sam’s masterlist #jotaro headcanons #black reader self insert #jjba x black reader #jotaro kujo #kujo jotaro

[kurisus]

Noragami reread: Volume 25, 26 & 27 thoughts

The last of the reread thoughts. Until the next reread (I'll still use the same tag!), and see you with the release of the final chapter shortly. Until then, I'll be mostly off the grid.

Volume 25 is...absolutely brutal. It starts right off with Yuka clearly seeing Hiyori as similar to her mother (aka someone who smiled her way through problems), then we get a flashback of Yukine's father finding the letters and ripping them up in front of him. The most chilling part is that he said he knew all along what was in them, but Yukine isn't even listening. And then there's the page of sound effects followed by an unsettling silence. I just. ANOTHER TOP 10 MOST GUTTING MOMENTS OF NORAGAMI. (Maybe I will actually compile a list.)

Nora goes back to trash dad because even though she's figured out he's full of shit, she still craves the love of a parent--she wasn't ever alive long enough to have it, so that yearning will never go away. So when he calls for her with a fake apology, she's never heard that from him before and believes him, and gets swept up in the moment of working as they used to. But the illusion is broken, and that's why she eventually turns on him.

Yato's struggle to get Yukine back contrasts beautifully with trash dad's backstory--a story about how the world is mean, and cruel, and you have to fight to survive because everyone's just in it for themselves. Trash dad is projecting his anger onto Yukine because he never had a father figure to look up to, but Yukine does now--Yato.

Yukine realizes this in what is still probably the most beautiful scene in the manga (although him asking Yato about him being buried is tied). I cried so many tears over this, and I will continue to do so.

Trash dad in Yomi with Izanami is a super interesting scene because of how casual she is with him. She sits with him a while, seemingly never pressures him to dine with her, and willingly tells him all about shinki and ayakashi while asking him about his own past. At the end of this, he steals the brush from her and escapes. When we see Izanami in the current story where Yato and Ebisu encounter her, she's desperate for a friend and keeps pushing food on them. So my guess is that back then, she was a lot more hospitable (or maybe just because she knew humans aren't allowed to leave Yomi), but him stealing from her and escaping caused her to become even more lonely and distrustful.

Likewise, what Father says about the brush naming shinki is very interesting too. The law of Yomi supercedes the law of heaven as far as spirits are concerned, because she was the first person to try naming ayakashi. Since Hagusa and Mizuchi were both named as corrupted spirits, the names bestowed by the brush can't be removed by Amaterasu. Could Izanami remove them? Probably.

That makes me wonder if, in the final chapter, because the brush is destroyed they will lose those names. It doesn't really matter, though, because (a) Yukine already made the choice to become a stray. That won't change. Same with Mizuchi, even if she'd personally gone around and begged every god to release her. But (b) both of them were pushed into this choice by a master manipulator, one who is dead and won't be able to control them anymore. And (c) Yukine, at least, has found his forever master. Mizuchi is...a little lost in that regard, but I'm hoping the fan theory that Kofuku names her comes true.

Not a lot from volumes 26 and 27, but I didn't notice before that trash dad separated himself from Fujisaki so he woke up, but how did his lifeline to Father get cut? I assume they'll explain it in the last chapter--maybe Yato stopped by? He's unable to talk super well (probably because he's feeling some of the effects of decapitation) but he would still remember the name...but that also fades as he talks to the police.

Side note, I love that his birth date is omitted in his student ID. The month and date, not just the year. Adachitoka said NO celebrating Fujisaki's birthday for you.

Now that I'm not distressed and angry about the Hiyori shinki thing (because I know it was reversed), I want to comment that I wish she had said, like, a single word while she was a shinki. Wondering where she is, or who that girl's body is, or something. I do just wish this whole business hadn't happened in the first place, but it is what it is. Since it was undone, it's not a dealbreaker.

As for my other ending hangups--I think Yukine's father won't have his fate mentioned, or maybe just a quick mention that he's dead. There's a point in Yukine's Hagusa arc where he decides his father isn't worth his time, basically, and the official translation talks about forgiveness. But it's not really forgiveness, it's just accepting that getting revenge won't do anything now.

Still kind of wish Hiyori and Bishamon had had more to do in the final arc, still think it's a bit funny that the gods started slaughtering humans only for them to go back to normal like 10 minutes later, don't really care that much though. As long as the trio stays alive and trash dad stays dead, I'll take it.

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Epic Steddie Fic Rec (January 9th-15th 2023)

Here are the fics I read last week! I hope you enjoy! :)

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Refinancing Your Mortgage For Dummies (or: How To Fall In Love Like An Idiot) by Humanities_Handbag/ @humanityinahandbag (Future Fic | 4K | Teen): Eddie and Steve have been together for twenty plus years and married for one. No one told Eddie.

it's enough to make a girl blush by judasofsuburbia/ @judasofsuburbia (PWP | 3K | Explicit): or steve has a wet dream about eddie and a sinful blow pop and eddie finds out.

take a slice by infiniteorangepeel/ @infinite-orangepeel (Post-S4 | 11K | Explicit): Or, Eddie soft doms Steve into taking care of himself after the events of vol 2 & it accidentally becomes more than just a one time thing

🖤 Call My Number (and Call Me Yours) by novacorpsrecruit/ @novacorpsrecruit (No Upside Down AU, Parent Steve & Parent Eddie | 53K | Mature): “Fire department is on the way. Stay on the line with me, okay?” A buzz of a radio came over the headset. “Fire station 3 responding.” “Damn,” Eddie whistled. Chrissy looked over at Eddie. “This guy’s voice is hot.” Chrissy’s eyes grew wide. The voice cleared his throat. “Just wait until you see my face. It’s not too bad either.”

WIP

🖤 Steve Harrington's Radical Fun Time Babysitting Service by Humanities_Handbag/ @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (No Upside Down AU, 90's | 22/? | 83K | Mature): Alternatively: Steve accidentally starts a babysitting service, falls in love, panics [in bisexual], and gets himself a boyfriend. (Part 1 of 90's Music Store AU)

🖤 Find Me a Find (Catch Me a Catch) by Humanities_Handbag/ @humanityinahandbag (Post-S4, Wayne POV | 7/11 | 52K | Teen): Eddie fawns over Steve from a hospital bed, Steve has a Grade-A crush, and Wayne is wondering if there's a way to ask someone to be your son-in-law without making it weird. Or: Wayne decides that playing matchmaker between a band nerd and a royal jock might not be the most glamorous job, but someone's got to do it.

🖤 PTA Shouldn't Stand for Pretty Tight Ass by Humanities_Handbag/ @humanityinahandbag, Invader_Sam (Modern AU, Dad Steve, Teacher Eddie | 13/? | 47K | Mature): Or: What happens when your former high school bully raises two absolute nerds, joins the PTA, helps run the bake sale, makes the best cupcakes in Indiana, and may or may not be having a bisexual crisis.

🖤 Same As It Ever Was by QuokkaFoxtrot (Canon Divergent, Time Loop | 10/12 | 50K | Explicit): “Deja-vu? Like you feel like you’ve done this before, because-” “No!” Steve snaps, feeling everyone’s attention snap to him. He lowers his voice, aiming it so that only Nancy can hear. “I mean I’ve carried Eddie’s body back to the rift in the trailer. Twice.”

here be dragons by pukner/ @pukner (Canon Divergent, Autistic Steve & Eddie | 2/? | 12K | Explicit): Eddie Munson has kissed a boy, and now he has to handle the fallout. He's got to grapple with the fact that he likes boys, likes a boy, and the harrowing fact that he may have inadvertently broken said boy's heart. (Part 3 of off-script)

you probably couldn’t see for the lights, but you were staring straight at me by ruinations (Future fic, Friends With Benefits, Rockstar Eddie | 1/6 | 7K | Explicit)

Reboot by plutosrose/ @plutosrose (Modern AU, Actor Steve & Eddie | 1/10 | 3K | Explicit): In 2012, Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson film a scene in the teen drama Normal Stuff that launches a popular ship on ao3. By early 2013, they aren't speaking anymore. In 2024, Robin calls Steve with an offer to reprise his role as Andy Hartley in a reboot of their old show, with one important update--his character gets together with Eddie's.

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|| Wish These Snakes Were Your Arms ||

Matt Murdock x succubus!reader (and if you're into this ship check out Le Belle et le Bad Boy)

Tags/warnings: Matt's in a bad place, think season three but worse. Sexy whump/angst, biting, blood, sadomasochism, p in v. E 18+

Word count ~3700

A/n: I've been waiting to use this title from the lyrics of Kimdracula by Deftones, and the fic was inspired in part by the song Hypnotize by Sleep Token.

The pain is both a balm and penance for the pleasure he feels as her claw-like nails shred him open.

Blood leaks and drips like a maroon banner over his pale skin, a warning that he doesn't see but he can feel.

It's warm and wet but then so is she, delicate, raging and addictive even as he's being torn apart. He could stop, sure… but he won't, it's what he thinks he needs, it's punishment for his sins and he wants to receive it all. It hurts, and he's getting off on it.

I bleed only for myself.

He faintly hears you mocking him with his own words. He's halfway broken but you need to break him all the way before he can rise up again.

"You're lost, Matthew."

"Not when I'm with you." He claims desperately, the words falling over your skin like rain as he pants against your neck. He needs this, he needs this…

"I can't give you what you need, you have to find it yourself."

"You are what I need, just… make me forget."

His muscles ripple under your bloody hands every time he moves against you.

"You know it doesn't last, you need something real to live for. Find your faith."

"Stop talking." He hisses, his fingers digging harder into the meat of your thigh and dragging you closer. "You're not my fucking priest."

You almost laugh then. "Aren't I, Matthew? Don't you unburden yourself with me, don't I forgive your sins?"

He whines as you roll your hips up taking him even deeper inside you. He always feels so good.

"This is the last time." You tell him, lips trailing across the top of his scratched shoulder as he ruts into you.

Teeth puncture the skin and rip a tortured and perverse groan from his throat. You feel him throb inside you moving faster, holding onto you more tightly, urging you to keep going as the blood flows.

You sigh. "This isn't fun for me anymore."

"No… no no, I need this, I need you- fuck!"

'You've made me your whore."

He lifts his head at that as you lick across the wound, almost stopping fucking you but you know he won't. "W-what? No, I lo-"

You don't let him say it, smothering the meaningless words with your kiss. His own blood spreads over his tongue and you hope it reminds him of what you are, what he is supposed to be.

He tenses, still driving relentlessly towards whatever it is he thinks will fix him and for all your words you let it happen.

"God. Do it again." He spits. "More."

You flip him easily, pinning him to the bed and scoring fresh red marks over his chest as you ride him. He winces, reaching up to grip around the base of your neck, his eyes fluttering shut, so near the edge.

You grab his hand and wrench it away, pinning both wrists above his head as you lunge for the other side of his neck and bite down. The crimson banner unfurls, he can see it this time. He cums instantly as you split his skin again, grunting loud with the flood of pleasure and pain, moaning, jerking and spilling violently as your teeth are still embedded in him.

You eventually release, sitting up and swiping your tongue over your bloody lips.

A single tear rolls down over his cheek.

He tries to pull you into his arms, to hold you more for his comfort than yours, but you climb off him.

The silence is heavy as you carefully clean his wounds, your eyes scanning over the many scars that already marr his skin. Another couple won't make much difference. You know he's strong enough, but does he?

"You have to be the person Hell's Kitchen needs, not this."

Hunched over with his head in his hands at the side of the bed, you hear him sob.

"Get up, Matty."

He hears you, and echoes of Stick. His father's voice.

Get. Up.

Matt tags: @saintmurd0ck @mindidjarin @castlesnchurches @peterman-spideyparker @pastafossa @mattmurdocksscars @mattmurdockspainkink @marvelswh0re @munsonownsmyass

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[streets-in-paradise]

Three times they told you Andy was gone ( and the one he came back) - Andy Barclay x (fem)Reader

Warnings: Inspired in The Odyssey, Andy x Reader as modern Odysseus and Penelope. Canon divergences with season 2.

Summary: You keep waiting for Andy against any reasonable prediction, clinging to the promise he made the day he left. Nobody else seems to believe he could still be alive, but you are convinced of knowing better than them. The hope you find in your devoted love compells you to find strenght and resist untill seeing him again.

Notes: Despite I wrote it as a separated thing, some details of the story remind a bit to my (still unfinished) multichapter series. It was partially intentional, although i didn't mean this to connect because I still haven't finished it, I found some aspects of its framework very fitting for this idea.

Tags: @losersclubisms

Kyle came to you with the tragic news: Andy had dissapeared. 

She told you he managed to save a few kids and many more after them. She had barely escaped, not precisely harmless, from suffering a similar fate. The complications from a nearly death experience, her own concerns and sorrow along with the urgency impeded her from approaching you sooner to tell you the full story. 

You cried together, but she could have never possibly imagined hearing what you had to say once the tale concluded and there were no more tears left to cry. 

“ He will come back, Kyle. He promised he would and I believe in him.” Was your simple conclusion. “ We’ll have to be more patient, that’s all.” 

Some would say that denial was the first stage of grief, but yours was a very different thing. You were convinced of what you just said, the hope was real. Mixed with sadness, perhaps, but very much alive. 

" Nothing can break your spirit, Chucky must have despised you as a kid. "She held your hand as she tried to fight a new flow of tears. “ We can't know for sure. This is way different than before. "

“ Lost, missing.” You immediately corrected, holding hers with a softer grip. “ And those who are lost can be found, or find the way back home when we least expect it.” 

“ Don’t make this harder for me, please!” She cutted you off, frustrated and broken in equal amounts. “ I'm still searching, i try to keep my hopes up, but things aren't that simple anymore."

She couldn’t possibly understand, not then and without a full insight of everything you have lived with him. 

“ Chucky took many things from me, but never my hope in Andy. '' You briefly explained. “ He found the way back to me once and he will do it again. If the bastard follows him, I will know what to do.” 

That was your choice, what you decided to do with what was given to you. His sister remained in touch, there was a rather constant flow of calls and you could tell she was still worried for you in at least two levels. One, the most elemental, was keeping you away from danger as she imagined Andy would wish. She would keep you updated, but never invite you to interfere with anything. Close to that was her preoccupation for your personal deterioration as you submitted yourself to an endless cycle of high hopefulness followed by crushing desillusions. Crisis after crisis, your belief would always triumph overcoming the doubts ready to face new disappointments that would never be enough to make you stop. 

Six months had passed and the sorrow of waiting began to consume you, but you were firm in your stance. At that point even the slightest signal was enough to speed up the cycle. 

A call from an unknown number that you picked with an irrational hurry completely in vain. 

“ Hello, (y/n).” A soft feminine voice greeted you with irony from the other side. “ We haven’t met, but I have heard enough from you. Duty of enemy in law, that’s how I name what we have been so far.” 

Tiffany

Of all the people on the planet that could have been in the spot of breaking your brief excitement, it had to be her. 

“ What do you want?” You asked harshly, trying so hard to dissimulate with anger the tears already falling down your face. “ I have nothing that could interest you, so what's the deal? Did you call to make fun of me? To threaten me? Nothing scares me anymore, you are wasting your time. “ 

She chuckled and you groaned with frustration. 

“ You know? I was thinking of you. Someone I love put you in my thoughts … but don’t worry. It wasn’t Chucky.” 

For some reason she was using a casual tone that sounded almost friendly, which weirded you even more. 

“ They have destroyed each other, him and Andy, exactly as I guess both of us have feared they would. With them gone, there is no reason for hard feelings between us. Don’t you think? You need me, no one would understand what you are going through better than I do.” 

The comparison was repulsive, it sickened you to an intolerable point. 

“ Don’t you fucking dare … What can you possibly know about how I feel, murderer of your husband? You don’t know me, you barely know Andy.” 

The cold reproach didn’t seem to affect her. 

“ You should have seen his face when Chucky said you were next on his list! I have no doubt he felt true love for you. I heard you both used to playdate as kids, right? That’s lovely, so sad that it wasn’t meant to be.” 

For as much as she tried to sound sincere, you weren’t buying it. All she wanted was to wreck you in order to feel better with herself. 

“ We ARE meant to be. Andy loves me as strongly as I love him and my heart tells me he is still alive. If you have given up on Chucky, that’s not my problem.” 

It was a well delivered low blow, but not enough to make her shut up. 

“ Life has taught me a few hard lessons, remember that I’m old enough to be your mother despite I don’t look like that. “ She praised herself in her replication. “ I was once like you: foolish and full of hope. I wasted many years of my youth looking for that sign of life and when I finally got him back he wasn’t the man I was waiting for. Don’t waste the few years of youth you have left waiting for a man that will never match your memories.” 

“ That’s yours, not mine. “ You snarked back. “ He is worth waiting for, I guarantee you.” 

“ Sweetace, Andy will never return.” She insisted, condescending. “ The devil knows more through being old than through being the devil …  Don’t become a prisoner of your love for him.” 

“ I will cling to my hope until someone would show me a body, a privilege that you had to help you move on but chose to ignore. If the worst happens, you can be damn sure that I will not fuck up the rules of nature to bring him back. “ You called her out . “ And if they happen to find a ring in his pocket, at least I would be damn sure that it was for me. That’s my privilege, because Andy IS a REAL MAN.” 

You hung up on her, leaving up to her interpretation where did you learn those intimate details about her relationship. She would see that your only explainable source was your boyfriend, and his had to be Chucky himself. 

She may have accomplished to hurt you, but you disturbed her more than what you intended. An unspoken work of collaboration with Nica, the indirect responsible of triggering the call. In her crushing accusations of being a captive object used as a sick replacement for the love that Chucky never gave her she included the reminder of that significant reaction Tiffany once noticed in Andy when your safety was verbally threatened. Self reflective narcissism projecting her experiences inspired the glimpses of advice she gave you, as if she would be helping herself through you. Bitterness acquired through the verbal poison made her wish she could hear you suffer, but she stumbled with the wall of your love driven unbreakable patience. 

Ten months had passed; and your few normal, unaware friends were truly concerned. Taking extra work and claiming you were too busy for anything wouldn’t convince anyone anymore. Neither would the ten thousand solitary hobbies you seemed to be practicing in order to appear less miserable. Many were blatant lies, but only one of those stood up the test of time. 

Knitting, you did well on that because it gave your anxious hands something to stay occupied on. Your fingers would acquire a faster response through the hours of practice and the visible results of your skill was some sort of fake proof of your pretended improvement. That didn’t stop your well intentioned friends from trying to drag you out of the house or even suggest setting you up for possible dates with guys they knew, but little did you know it would provide a vital service for you. 

A defense weapon to improvise as you were fighting for your life, stabbing Chucky in the heart. Old habit, you aimed there despite knowing well it wasn’t necessary to do so anymore and you could have carved deeper but something stronger than survival instinct or your hate for him stopped you.   

Obtaining news, the light of a possible lead to brighten your dark days giving a clear direction to your purpose. If he was dumb enough to show up thinking you would easily get killed without Andy having your back, the least you could do was to interrogate him before finishing him off. 

Restraining him was one hell of a job despite he was already physically compromised from the fight and you had high tolerance to bites. Guided by the livesaving hack once discovered by your boyfriend, you switched the strategy to straight up inmovilization.

Andy would have been proud, or very concerned for you. An armless Chucky tied to a chair struggled to move his tiny toy legs.

" Couldn't you be more creative or did you wasted all your braincells picking the murder weapon?" " He harshly complained. " I never expected too much of you, yet you keep dissapointing me. Do you want to be an Andy copycat now, (y/n)? "

The demeaning comments weren't letting you down.

" He knows how to be patient with you, i'm gonna skip it. "

Hearing you speak in present was enough for him to realize what the whole thing was about.

" You have to be fucking kidding me!! He ain't coming back, you dumb delusional bitch!! We took care of him. "

" Bullshit, you wouldn't be here otherwise. " You intensely contradicted. " I know damn well you never gave a fuck about me, Chuck. You only come to me when you think of hurting Andy. "

" Double bullshit, I love to make all my children suffer. You being the bottom of the barrel means I never used to have enough time to get you, but he is dead and nothing stands in my way now. "

Your fingers toyed with the sharp tip of a knife; a warning to watch his mouth.

" Where is Andy?"

" In hell, i hope so… " He mocked you, releasing a short noisy cackle. " i'm telling you the truth, but you can't handle it. You want to buy lies with torture and now you are mad at me because i ain't gonna sell. Self deception is an addiction and i'm not dealing for ya. "

He was just trying to manipulate you, or at least you wanted to believe that. ' Be still my heart' you would tell yourself. ' You can't break now, not for him to see.'

" Which one are you? Therapist Chucky? Fuck that! You better start telling me anything that could interest me or i'm going to invent a new mechanic to play pick up sticks. "

" What's your deal with knitting needles? " He asked, deviating the topic to show he was careless for the threat. " I'm not scared of your past her prime widow passtime, I wonder who are you trying to fool with that. "

" I'm making a blanket. " You mindlessly told him hoping to get back on track soon. " Actually I started it a few months ago, but i'm always too bussy to finish. I'm planning to get it done close to Andy's birthday, it's also my way to tell him I want us to permanently move together when I will see him again. "

Chucky laughed histerically, but the line between joy and pain got blurry when you inserted a knitting needle in his ríght leg.

" Next one will go inside the eyeball, i have small crochet ones for that … SPEAK!!"

" You are delulu and I have no usefull reasons to go along with it. " He insisted, pretending to be freshly recovered from the strike of pain. " If I would have know that killing Andy would leave you like this, maybe I would have tried a little harder way sooner… The sunshine girl drawning in fake positivity has finally lost her mind. Just look at yourself, it's over and you can't face it. Andy is dead, me and the boys are taking over. "

You looked at him deathly in the eye, absolutely confident in your position.

" He will come back and slaughter you all. Every exit will feel too small, even for little bastards of your size, when you will be trying to escape him. "

" I can give you something better than nice bullshit to keep you happy. I will tell you why you couldn't finish that damn blanket yet. " Was his final offer. " It's self sabotage, your knitting is just a scheme. You work really hard one day, then procrastinate on purpose because that thing itself is a symbol of your waiting. Finishing it is facing the truth, once you are done with that you are done with Andy. "

The accuracy made you feel exposed, your secrets discovered by the enemy in a way you weren't ready for.

" Wait … what's going on?" He complained once more as he watched you pick a hammer. " Do you really think you can hurt me more than I just hurted you? Make both of us a favor and drop it. "

It didn't work, not at that point.

" You aren't my last chance, there are plenty more dolls where you came from. More can keep coming and I will eventually find out. Every single one of you will be comfronted with the same question, no one will step in my house free of interrogation. "

Nothing he could have said would have made a difference then, his end was seiled. Bashing his head with the hammer untill there was nothing left released months of frustration in a single act.

It was kind of healing. You were calm on the phone with Kyle when you later told her he was there, conveniently ommiting the darker details of his visit.

First anniversary, one full year of missing the man you loved with no certanities of return had passed. It sadly overlaped with his birthday, the last time you spoke on the phone. For so, it should have been a dealbreaker date, a wake up call. Common sense should have encouraged you to abandon all hope.

Dedicating that day to remember him was important, but you weren't going to go on in endless lamenting. You prepared a simbolical birthday table in his name, not a funeral.

The blanket wasn't finished, but you had a home made cake and little candles.

" Happy birthday, love. Last year I told you I was going to make it up for you because we didn't have that one to be together. We don't have this one either, but i'm sticking to that promise as I know you are doing with yours. " You thought out loud, reafirming your commitement. " I don't know how things are going for you, but no matter what I hope you may take a few minutes to remember how much I love you. Weird shit allways happens arround this time of the year, but for once I'm taking that as a sign. From now on things are going to change, something has to happen and whatever it is I hope that will bring you back to me. "

For once, your hunch was more than a vague feeling leading nowhere. Sooner than what you expected Kyle sent you some urgent sounding texts and the adress of a hospital. Confused but hopefull, you rushed there careless for the consecuencies. The furious beat of your heart was choking you when you arrived and finally crossed the entrance, all the weight of you accumulated emotions crushing you.

Before any encounters with familiar faces could happen you came across two teen boys. They were staring at you and speaking to each other in a way they intended to be secretive, but you could perfectly hear them argue.

" It's her! I told you she was coming! I texted her."

That definitely raised an alarm.

" Junior, couldn't you just tell Kyle?"

" I did, after she discovered I used her phone."

Apparently, you were deceived by a kid. However, the other was considering your perspective.

" That sort of thing takes time, you are going to make them shocked of each other. "

" i rather take the risk, Devon!!"

You ended up approaching them directly, aware of being their topic of discussion and seeking for answers before possibly facing a new dissapointment.

In a first instance, you spoke directly to the kid who dragged you there.

" So, Junior. it was you all along pretending to be Kyle. You don't know me, but she is my friend. Is she alright?"

There was a strange feeling of admiration in the way he was looking at you, yet at the same time he was like a child embarassed of being caught doing mischief.

" Yeah, she is." He nervously confirmed for you. " I obviously have a very important reason to do that, but is not her… You are Andy's girlfriend, ríght? Nice to meet you. He has told me so much about you. "

Your expression transformed, the mention of him made you get very serious.

" Andy? My Andy? Were you with him? When?"

" I told you to take things calm. " The other boy warned, then redirected his speech back at you. " We are some of the people he saved last time. I'm Devon and this is my friend Junior. He has a tendency of attachment to idolized parental figures and recently he has developed it for your boyfriend. We rescued him, I was the one who found him along with our friend Lexy. The terrible state he was in made Kyle think twice before calling you inmediately when there was time to do it, but Junior had his own proactive plans. "

" He called her in dreams … What was I supposed to do?"

Your tearfull eyes and wide smile made them see it wasn't a time for arguments.

" I have not enough words to thank you, boys. Mind if i give you a hug?"

Junior was first on the line, what made you suspect he was severely affection starved. He also acted as if he knew you, what brought to you the question of how much time had he spend with Andy and what kind of stuff about you had he shared with the kid.

In contrast, Devon had a more normal distant reaction. However, the closeness of the words he approached you with impressed you.

" I never lost hope, i think it must be the effect Andy has on people. He saves your life once and you never doubt him ever again. "

It strongly resonated with your experience and he could tell by the shy smile giving you away.

" Definitely. " You agreed, thankfull. " How is him?"

Unsure of how to introduce you to everything, he gave you a criptic answer.

" The damage is not critical, but he is … changed. You will see by yourself."

They accompanied you all the way, sharing some details of their time with Andy in the meantime. Junior was very excited to tell you about all the chuckies they destroyed together, while Devon told you about his reunion with him. He said he found him degraded by the sufferings as a prisoner of the most brutal Chucky variant. Then, Andy arrived to some church institution where the boy was living. Devon and his friends were surrounded by the enemy, many other dolls there were plotting to kill them. You cassually commented about the one coming for you, but there weren't any explícit connections with their variants. Kyle found you in the hallway leading to his room. You hugged and she thanked you for keeping the faith.

Everyone was expectant for what was about to happen, but the outcome dissapointed the audience.

After a year of longing and suffering, when time to be together was finally there, you were both frozen in your spots. A distant silence reigned in your reunion as you curiously glanced at each other.

Neither of you imagined it like that.

The long time of using his thoughts of you as coping mechanism left Andy partially wondering if you were real. On many oportunities during his hellish captivity he imagined you and having the real you ríght in front of him was confusing. He could tell you shared that feeling, only under very different reasons. Your confussion was rooted on his unrecognizable aspect, your eyes were roaming him in search for the familiar features.

" C'mon! What's wrong with you?" Junior ended the silence, impulsively expressing his dissapointment. " is that all you have? He kills all the dolls and returns to your life after a year of craving to be with you and now you are going to just stare at him stone faced?"

The vocal defense of him that the boy iniciated on his own made Andy smile and in that slight switch of his expression things started to make sense for you.

His eyes, you could never forget the way of their shine following his smiles.

" Let her be. Looking like this makes hard for anyone to guess it's me. You don't realize that because you are used, Junior. " He softly corrected him. " I need at least a haircut and a beard trim so I can resemble the man she once fell for."

It was all coming together slowly, the sound of his voice got through the mist in your mind.

" I have been warned. Besides, outside changes don't matter to me as long as your heart keeps beating the same way. "

" If you want to test me, you are in all the ríght to do so. " He offered you, then deviated his glance briefly. " This must have been horrible to you, so I deserve it."

After all he had gone through, he felt unworthy of you. Watching you shyly approaching to observe him from up close made him feel embarrased. You were so beautifull that it hurted, exactly as he remembered you. In contrast, he was a wrecked man and his looks reflected it. At least you didn't have to see him at the peak of his misery like the kids did, but that didn't tranquilize him.

" I was making you a birthday present, but i didn't got to finish it. " You simply answered. " The work in progress is still making fun of me at home."

" Some things never change. " He sweetly mocked you. " Just like when we were kids, on the first goodbye. "

Unable to hold back any longer, you rushed to unleash all the intensity of your affection on him. It made the kid regret the reproach, but he was still very happy for you.

Andy was so happy he could have cried, the softness of your touch was something out of the world he got used to.

#chucky fanfiction #andy barclay #alex vincent #andy barclay x reader #alex vincent x reader #chucky season 2

[daughterofthereaper02]

Nightmare Baking

Pairing: Platonic Top Gun characters x f! Mitchell! Reader

(can be seen as adopted or by birth Mitchell)

Key: y/n - your name. Y/e/c- your eye color. Y/s/c- your skin color. Y/n/n -your nickname

A/n: I tried something new here by being a little more descriptive of the body! I try to change things up such as areas, personalities, tropes, and how I describe people so I hope you like it!! If you want like a specific area mentioned, send it please with a little description. With a lot like Southern Boy Charm I'm walking in with just descriptions from places like TikTok and such.

You slipped on your aviators as you got out of your plane. Your WSO Ghost giving you a high five as you both cheered, "We got him good Mitchell!" You best friend cheered, "Yeah we did!" You laughed. You began to feel your chest tightened and looked into your best friends green eyes, hers meeting your y/e/c, blood pouring down her face from her light brown hair. "Ghost? What's happening!?" You asked as you caught her in your arms, her tanned skin looking pale. You could feel the blood draining from your face as you suddenly found yourself clutching her body on the middle of the ocean. You could feel the water lapping against your body like you were back there all over again. "No no no, not again" you sobbed. Ghost put a hand on your cheek, it was ice cold against the warmth of your cheek. "I'm dead, Y/n. Let. Me. Go." Ghost told you, a vacant look in her eyes. Ghost looked truly dead and like her callsign, a ghost.

You screamed as you sat up, jumping out of bed and rushing to the corner of your bedroom. You could feel your best friends blood on your cheek still. "No..." You sobbed, clutching your own dog tags in your hand. You heart was pounding roughly in your chest and you could have sworn it would have broken out by now. Your body was ice cold and you trembled, unaware of your surroundings as you felt trapped.

From being unaware, you forgot that your friends had stayed over the night because they had drank too much to drive themselves home. Often you all crashed at each other's places after hanging out like this. Natasha stayed with you in your room while Jake, Robert, and Bradley stayed on the guest room.

Natasha approached you carefully, the guys wouldn't have heard you scream because it was more of a strangled noise when you woke up. She knelt down in front of you and took your hand in hers gently. "Y/n? It's okay, you aren't there anymore" she whispered, stroking your cheek. Each of you had learned how to pull the others out of nightmares when they got this bad.

Your y/s/c face glistened with sweat in the moonlight that broke through your bedroom curtains. "N-Natasha?" You whispered, your body slightly trembling still. She gave you a smile, "That's my name, don't wear it out!" She winked, making you giggle. Warmth was flooding back into you slowly as she kept up the gentle touches to keep you grounded. "Sorry, I just dreamt of losing Ghost again. She was my WSO in Top Gun, both engines failed for some technical reason. I was lucky to live but she didn't" you mumbled, that was the most you ever told anyone about her.

Nat pulled you in for a hug and you both stayed like that while you calmed down. It wasn't unusual for your little group of friends to help each other through nightmares, this meant the physical affection wasn't unusual either.

An hour later, you and Natasha were making cupcakes and brownies in the kitchen at one in the morning. Jake stumbled into the kitchen and found you both like that "Nightmare?" He asked groggily and you both told him yes quietly. He put on a pot of coffee and sat at the table, taking a warm brownie. You felt you heart warm to know your friends were there for you even when they didn't have to be. "This is good, I want these for my birthday party" he mumbled through a full mouth of food, making you both cringe. "Swallow then speak" you snorted, a small smile on your face. When you turned, you missed the wink Jake sent Nat to show her he meant to make you smile.

Bob came fifteen minutes later and sat down, rubbing his eyes and looked at you all with squinted eyes but figured it was a nightmare so he took a cupcake. "You should make those muffins Mav likes" he said sleepily. You and Nat exchange a look before you went search for the recipe. You found your old box of recipes and made Jake grab them because they were in the highest cabinet. He and Bob quickly set off to help you and Natasha bake, knowing it was your way to cope.

It wasn't until three in the morning that Bradley came out and found the kitchen covered in treats while you all worked. You had to smack Jake's hand away as you made his favorite cookies. "Nightmare baking? Y/n?" Was all he asked and you all confirmed it. He just washed his hands, made a cup of coffee, and helped out. You all worked flawlessly together. You were all laughing and giggling as you decorated the cupcakes and cookies, Bob managed to get a picture of you all with icing and flour all over you all.

One of them shot a text to your dad at five in the morning that you were baking. Maverick showed up ten minutes later and happily accepted your baked goodies. You eventually relaxed enough to stop baking and you all looked around to find cookies, brownies, cupcakes, jello, pudding, and muffins crowding your kitchen. "Take home what you guys want" you laughed, rubbing your neck. "Thank you for being here" you told them all and they hugged you "Of course y/n/n, always" they told you.

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"You're bleeding." - Maybe reader says it to Greg and then they kiss or something

Greg Lestrade x Reader Warnings: Mentions of injury Tags; Established relationship, mentions of injury, hurt/comfort Author Notes: This doesn't really have a kiss in it, aside from a peck and I'm sorry about that but it's just not the way the inspiration took me. I thought this was cute though and hope you enjoy. None of the gifs are mine and eventually I'd like to try to find more appropriate gifs for the prompt/to make little twofer sets in the post body.

You flexed your toes on the cushion of the sofa, taking a sip of wine as another explosion erupted on the screen. That was at least two broken collarbones and a broken arm.

You enjoyed action movies but your doctor brain couldn't help kicking in as you watched. You knew movie logic applied but still the instinctual part of you kicked in and took note of the injuries and what was and was not survivable.

You heard the door click, a smile crossing your face as you heard Greg calling he was home from the doorway. A familiar grunt escaping him as he kicked his shoes off. You swung your legs off the sofa, getting ready to greet him with a kiss when the television caught your attention again.

"Now that's definitely fatal." You muttered as another fight erupted on the screen.

"What's fatal?" Greg asked. You turned and the smile on your face dropped immediately.

"You're bleeding!" You put the wineglass on the coffee table and rushed over to where he leaned against the sofa. Something clearly wrong with his ribs. On his forehead and cheek were superficial wounds, they looked like a patch had been attempted but one had recently re-split and was bleeding again.

"It's fine." He winced as he tried to brush it off. "Something smells good."

"Don't try to change the subject. You're bleeding and you're hurt. What happened?" You crossed to him eyes darting across his face, inspecting the gash on his head and cheek. The protective edge to your voice made Greg grin.

"Couple of lads on the Dalton estate. We were making an arrest. Uniform was lagging." He said.

"Sit." You instructed, before heading into the kitchen for everything you needed to clean him up. Including pain killers and a stiff drink for him. "Which uniforms?" You ask sitting on the edge of the coffee table and beginning to pull bits of cotton apart to clean up the gash.

"Why, are you going to have a word?" Greg laughed and then winced.

"First of all why aren't you at the hospital."

"Hospital won't do anything for bruised ribs." Greg said and you narrowed your eyes at him. "I cleaned it up, just didn't have time to do a good job with a plaster." He gestured to his head and cheek. "Came off in the car. Besides, maybe I wanted to play a slightly realistic game of Doctor/Patient with my gorgeous other half." He grinned leaning forwards all teeth and cheek. He was looking for a kiss. Hoping to distract you of your concern. Instead you raised a brow at him.

"You're an idiot." You said, but you leaned in to kiss him anyway. Soft, quick, leaving Greg lingering slightly and hoping for more despite his pain.

"This needs at very least butterfly stitches. You should have gone to the hospital Greg." You started to clean the wound.

"I've no concussion, haven't fallen asleep, they won't do anything for ribs and I'm not sitting in A&E for 6 hours when I live with an excellent and very attractive doctor." Greg said.

"I'm getting the stitches, get your shirt off too I want to examine your ribs. If I think you need an x-ray we're going to hospital."

"You just want to get my clothes off." Greg called after you. You heard the grunt of pain as he slipped the shirt of his shoulders. "You know-" He started as you came back through with more supplies. "I was wondering about a hero bandage." He lay down on, already ruined shirt behind his head to protect the cushions from anymore blood. "One like Indiana Jones across here." He said gesturing across his chest. "I've heard the girls love them."

"Firstly those are not a real thing, no matter how good indy looks. Secondly-" You pressed the wound on his head together, it had resumed bleeding now you cleaned it up. You pressed a butterfly stitch onto it and another. "How has no one made sure you went to the hospital and didn't drive home alone?"

"I told them I was fine."

You pressed a final stitch, then set to dressing the wounds before sitting back to look at his chest. There was a bruise in what looked like the shape of a boot starting to form. Your fingers ghosted it lightly and Greg tensed.

"Yeah, a hero bandage definitely guarantees at least a snog."

You knew exactly what he was doing. He was downplaying his injuries because he wanted to laugh them off. He wanted food and a beer and to not think about just how stark a reminder this was of the dangers of the job. You weren't quite ready to laugh it off. Maybe in an hour or two when the dust had settled and you'd play into his want for someone to kiss it better.

"Greg." You said softly, fingers still at the edges of the bruise over his ribs.

"Hey, I'm fine." Greg said taking your hand in his.

"This is not fine." You replied.

"I'm fine." Greg said again more firmly this time. "I'm fine."

He knew what you were thinking, he'd probably thought it himself. It could have been a knife instead of a boot in his side. His job was dangerous and this was a stark reminder.

#greg lestrade #greg lestrade x reader #lestrade x reader #bbc sherlock #fanfic #;greg lestrade #;fanfic #;light of my life #I love him so much okay #I just have so much canon about Greg that it gets ridiculous #and I just think he's a sweetheart #and anyway #I've not written in a loooonnnggggggg time #but here's the first of what will hopefully be many

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You Will Be Found. || Lock Drabble

Tags: @cupid-beatricereden , @gmilfwhore , @hellishbitee , @ghostlyplacetobe , @otherworldlyoddities

It just all seemed to simple. They told you to take life one step at a time, take it day by day, and although that may be true for some, but for you, it's difficult. You feel as if you are alone in this world, despite all of those people who have your back and are there for you. You continue to out yourself down as if it will help you, but do you know what it does? It only makes you feel worse, it only drives you deeper and deeper into that madness. You don't realize it yet, but she is here. She is waiting. And she is listening. All you have to do is reach out your hand towards her and she'll lift you out of that pit of self doubt and self hatred.

You take a step back from the world you're living in, you see a path covered in white feathers, stars glistened and shimmered all around you. You realize, you are not in your world anymore. In fact, you aren't even in a world anymore. You were outside of the universe somewhere.

As you walk along the path of white feathers, you notice that the feathers begin to slowly fade into feathers that looked as if they were ripped out of something or someone. The sight of the bloody feathers made you feel uneasy, and yet, you continued to follow down the darkened path, the stars fading away, it was almost as if the more you walked, the more the world around you became hopeless and suffering.

You navigate around the darkness that now surrounds you, before you come to a stop. A few steps ahead of you sat an adult angel with broken and torn up wings, she sat on the ground with her head in her hands, a pool of blood underneath of her. The sight makes you feel ill in some ways, but it also makes you feel sympathetic.

You call out towards the angel, and yet, you hear nothing from the figure. You are unsure of what to do until the world around you slowly shifts into a labratory located in some sort of building. Machines, and what not around you. You feel a strange sensation pass through your body.

You watch as a man in a lab coat walks right through you, and over to where the girl, now seemingly younger, from before is kept. You follow him, hoping that maybe you'll be able to get some sort of answers here. The man steps into the containment cell, the door shuts behind him and he crouched down in front of the young girl, an almost sad look on his face.

The girl looks up to where the man is crouched, tears rolling down her face as she slowly inches her way over to him, hugging him tightly in which the man replies with a soft hug in return. The sight makes you sad, but you cannot say anything. They don't see you. You're not even supposed to be here. But yet here you are, witnessing all of this.

Some words were exchanged, and just as you were about to come closer, the world around you fades to black, and the stars appear once more.

You look around, baffled and confused by everything, you watch as the angel you saw before steps around you and stands in front of you, her hands clasped behind her back as a sigh seemingly escapes her lips, her back facing you.

"You must be wondering where you are, am I correct?"

Her words were softly spoken, but yet, her voice showed no emotion, you nod in response. She seemed to know.

"You are in my mind."

Your eyes widened at this response from the woman, she turns to face you, lifting her hand, and the world turned to a blank white room.

"What you just saw was a glimpse of my past. A glimpse of the person I once was."

You frown, finally speaking up after quite some time.

"That little girl with the broken wings... was you?"

The angel nods with a soft sigh, stretching out her wings and sitting on a sofa which appeared with a snap of her fingers.

"It was. That man was my father. But we are not here to talk about myself."

You tilt your head to the side, lifting a brow in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

This causes the girl to laugh softly, and yet, her face stayed expressionless.

"You're stuck in a never ending loophole. Don't you understand? You and I are not far apart. We have more in common than you may know."

Your face falls, and your shoulders drop. She was right, and you knew this well.

"My name is Lock. I understand exactly what you're going through. I understand exactly how you feel."

She sighs, shaking her head before speaking up once more.

"You feel trapped. You feel as if you're not good enough, or maybe you feel as if you need to push yourself further. Whatever it may be, I'm here to tell you that you will be found."

She lifts your chin to make you look up at her, this time when you look at her, she wears a genuine sad smile.

"No matter what happens, never give up. Never lose hope. And most importantly, do not give up on life just because you feel lost. You will make your way through the maze of life, you are your own person. Do not ever forget that, my child."

Lock spoke with confidence, but not in herself, in you. What she spoke was true, and the words she spoke stung like a bug bite.

"There will always be someone who will drag you out of that rut you seem to be stuck in. You will always be found, no matter how dark or how pointless things may seem, look around you, there's dozens of people who are here for you and here to support you. You are loved, young one."

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Destiel Emotional Hurt/Comfort Fics

Hello everyone! Beating our favourite characters up just so they can be fixed up again nicely is brilliant, but I also love fics that explore the emotional side of hurt/comfort, since it's often easier to fix a bullet wound than a broken heart. So, I hope you enjoy today's list of fics which mentally beat our favourite characters up!

Please note that a lot of these fics contain heavy subjects, so please make sure to read all of the warnings and tags before reading and take care of yourself!

choices. by scoundrelhan (1.1k)

Castiel thinks he’s dying. Humans are always doing that.

Exposed to What You Hide by SailorChibi (1.8k)

"We think Cas is a procubus," Sam blurted out. Then he winced and yelped when Charlie kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"Smooth, Sam," Charlie snapped.

Dean looked back and forth between them, realizing that they were both 100% serious. "A procubus."

"Basically it's the sexless version of an incubus or a succubus," Charlie explained before Sam could. "It's... it's a demon that kills people by sleeping with them." She was chewing on her thumbnail now, eyes big and apologetic. Sam had done one better pasting on a truly epic kicked puppy expression of apology.

"You think Cas is killing people by cuddling with them," Dean said, just to be sure.

Could Not Return You by tigersinlondon (2.8k)

Dean struggles to commit to a long term relationship with Cas, even though he knows he's in it for the long haul. Cas helps tease out what's holding him back, and provides some much-needed reassurance.

You are my home by Desirae (4.7k)

Things have settled down since rescuing Sam. Mary is bonding with her sons, and Castiel is nearly back to full capacity, just needing a little sleep here and there. When Dean discovers Cas' unusual resting spot, what starts as a series confessions leads to the emotional healing they both needed.

Stories Are Made of Mistakes by wildhoneypie (4.9k)

In which Cas is human and doesn't understand basic concepts like: clothing, Mythbusters, moisturizer, and Greek food. Dean is...Dean and doesn't understand basic concepts like: boyfriends, language, how to tell your friend that he's a walking miracle, and when not to quip.

Enhanced Extraction Techniques by goldenraeofsun (5.7k)

The Empty takes Meg’s shape, Samandriel’s, Duma’s, every one of the thousands of angels Cas killed up in heaven. But in the middle of lecturing Cas in the form of Balthazar, it explodes in a burst of light and sound.

Dean Winchester stands in the aftermath.

Event Horizon by Winglesss (6.4k)

Castiel couldn't have helped his sister. That's why being offered a chance to help somebody else dealing with suicidal thoughts he took it without hesitation.

When he gets the first text from someone who needs his help, nothing goes as he expected.

broken when I'm lonesome by SailorChibi (7k)

After being saved from hell, Dean's old methods of coping aren't working anymore: he's not sexually attracted to anyone, and he's not interested in sex no matter how many times he climbs into bed with hot, naked women.

Sam is convinced that his brother is just depressed, but Dean knows this goes deeper than that. He still craves the intimacy that can make him feel safe.

Fortunately, Castiel is there to both understand and provide.

Nothing Equals the Splendor by RurouniHime (7.8k)

Maybe it’s the cynic in him. The hunter, always under the surface of any quietude he ever found. Or maybe it’s just that he has always had trouble with blind faith. But after a while (a blink? A decade? A century?), Dean raises his eyebrows, looks around, and says—

“Uh. No.”

It’s so close. Just so slightly imperfect. And maybe, he analyzes, maybe that’s the final knell of this bell called contentment. Dean’s experience with happiness has always been that last rise in the road, right before it turns. Right before fate comes barreling around the corner head on.

He turns in his spot on the bridge, and suddenly Sam is like a cellophane film through which he can see the light streaming, and the taste of cheap beer on his tongue is much, much older a memory than it should be.

“Oh, you’re good,” he says, and means it.

The Beginning by Princess_Aleera (17k)

Where a mission goes horribly wrong, and Castiel gets his wings plucked off for it.

That Black Dog Ache by SaltyWords (28k)

A simple case turns Dean upside down as he attempts to deal with the effects of a particularly strange love spell.

First Gentleman Wanted by youaresunlight (31k)

President of the United States Castiel Novak is popular, charismatic, and knee-deep in campaigning for a second term. He’d be the ideal candidate if it weren’t for the fact that he hasn’t dated once while in political office. With his opponent’s relentless PR team calling him incapable of emotional commitment, Castiel’s staff decides to remedy the situation by finding their boss a fake, picture-perfect boyfriend. And when Dean Winchester enters the scene, he and Cas become America’s new favorite couple, except they’ve got a whole lot of history between them and complicated feelings to resolve.

Just Like You by imherecauseimnotallthere98 (35k)

When John shows up at their door in the middle of the night, the Winchesters and Cas start looking into who or what could have brought him back. Meanwhile, Dean struggles to keep his relationship with Cas a secret from his father, with some help from Sam. The tension rises between the Winchesters as Dean shows John that he is no longer the obedient little soldier he once was, and tries to establish himself as an equal with his dad.

Rewriting the Book by MonPetitTresor (37k)

When Sam gets a little too close to stopping Metatron’s plans, the angel decides to use some of his extra juice to get Sam out of his way by sending him to a completely different reality. He never could’ve predicted what Sam might find there – or what he might bring back home with him.

Wild by Castielslostwings (67k)

Castiel and Dean meet for the first time on a plane ride out of Nowhere, Alaska. Castiel’s headed home after an impulsive solo vacation and Dean, a hardened Alaskan native, is just trying to get out of the impossibly small town he grew up in that’s got nothing left to offer him. They forge an instant connection over Dean’s flying anxiety and whiskey, a meet-cute that has all the makings of a rom-com with a sickeningly sweet happy ending. That is, until their plane explodes in mid-air, crashing headlong into the Alaskan wilderness and killing everyone on board save for Dean and Castiel. When no rescue shows up to save them, the two men are forced to make some tough decisions. To make it home alive they’ll have to trust each other and find faith neither of them has ever really wanted. Will they survive or succumb to the unforgiving mountain wilderness? And will their journey tear them apart... or bring them closer together?

carry on by foolondahill17 (91k)

God is dead. Sammy finally has what he always wanted. The kid is alive again and trying to figure out the whole human schtick. Cas – Cas is complicated, like always. And Dean is barreling headfirst into a mental breakdown. It’s the end of the road so far, and the future never looked so frightening.

The House on the Ocean Road by coffeeandcas (111k)

Dean Winchester is on the run from his life. He's done something unforgivable, and can't face his family or friends ever again. So he does what any rational person would do: fakes his own death and vanishes into the ether.

Wandering aimlessly along country roads, he succumbs to the elements during a violent storm and wakes up hours later in the home of a stranger: a single dad living alone in an isolated beach house, with a haunting past of his own. Cas is sweet and shy, but welcomes Dean into his home and tells him he can stay as long as he needs, never prying into his life or asking him to spill his secrets.

As they rapidly forge a close friendship, Dean finds that the quiet life by the ocean with Cas is exactly what he's been dreaming of. He only hopes his past never catches up with him.

Bound To You by Chipper99 (128k)

Faced with death, Dean makes one last ditch effort: praying to an Angel he knows wont hear him. Deans prayers are answered when a vessel-less Castiel forces himself out from the Empty, taking possession of Dean's body in order to heal him. Castiel's grace is running finite however, charged down after saving Dean's life. Now Castiel resides within Dean's mind, too weak to survive a transfer to another vessel, leading them to a desperate search for a way to rebuild his body. Time is of the essence, with Castiel's grace burning out with every passing day...

Four Letter Word For Intercourse by bendingsignpost (194k)

As a grease monkey turned college freshman, Dean's constantly three seconds away from being stressed out of his mind. It hardly helps that he's finally figuring out his sexuality in his thirties.

What might help with that stress is a little phone number (and a big credit card bill). If he can't figure out how to be bisexual in person, he can at least give it a go over the phone, right?

(It's probably a bad idea, but he really can't help himself.)

I hope you enjoy reading these fantastic fics!! And thank you to the amazing authors for sharing them with us. If you ever have any requests for a fic rec list, please let me know!

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C49: Irises

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Series Rating: 18+ / Explicit

Chapter: 49/84

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Vash lays out all his sins to you. Every piece of guilty conscience is dragged out. This makes you look at him, his expression is one of pain and shame. He tells you more details about his time on the ship, his brother Nai, and the way he was. And he explains how he was a key part of Nai's plan to crash the ships, how he felt so useless as he let Rem protect him till the very end. The vows he made to himself about protecting humanity and that he would atone for the sins of both himself and his brother. He talks more about the early days, memories he hadn't yet shared, including the one where he lost his arm.

"I too am fueled by guilt, sins heavy on my soul. I loved Rem, and I let her die, but I find her in humanity, I see her in people." He has turned his eyes onto the grass, "I would have no right to judge you, even if I thought you were a bad person for how you feel."

"You were a child, you couldn't have known what your brother was planning. You feel regret over it. You have atoned. You aren't that little boy anymore anyway, it's like you said... you've been through so much in that time, both good and bad, you've been shaped into a different person."

You scoot closer to him and place your hand over his on the grass. The dome is filled with hues of pink and gold as nightfall approaches.

"No," he sighs, "I haven't made up for this calamity until I've stopped him. He has his own plans in motion, and I can't let him hurt any more people. When the time comes, I must save Nai too."

"Well, you are Vash the Stampede," you say, handing him his coat with your other arm. "If anyone can do it, it's you."

"So you still believe in me after everything I've told you..." He takes the jacket and looks at you.

"Of course," you say in a serious manner.

"Then you should understand that I still believe in you the same way too. You aren't a bad person, in fact, you're a good one. And you have a ticket that can take you anywhere, you can be anyone you want." He stands up holding out his hand to you. "Come, I want to show you something."

You hesitate for a moment before grabbing onto his fingers and letting him pull you to your feet. He doesn't let go of your hand; instead, he adjusts in a way where he can hold on better and guides you away from the tree and closer to the flowers.

"Rem's favorite flowers were red geraniums, our biodome was filled with them, but also other red plants, it was beautiful." He takes a little path between the flowerbeds, and you see a stream of water over the tall delphiniums. Some ways to the right, you see a white bridge crossing it. Vash guides you in the opposite direction along the bank, the path is too narrow to see where he's taking you.

He steps to the left, and you see that the edge of the little stream is covered in long, pointy leaves, with blue and purple flowers reaching out from between them.

"Irises!" you exclaim, and squat down for a closer look. Some were darker, some lighter, and a few were almost white. "They are all so beautiful!"

"Yes, a fitting name in my opinion." He squats down next to you, "You get to decide who you want to be. You can try and go back to being the older versions of yourself, or you could continue to be who I know you are. Beautiful and strong, you carry your other selves with you, they are a part of you, they've made you who you are. If you want to be the you who boarded the ship, I'll accept it. Or you could be Iris... my Sweet Pea."

You look over to him, his eyes hopeful yet still with a hint of sadness.

"I see you have lost your doubts." You smile lightly.

"Yes." He smiles and tucks your hair behind your ear.

"I need time. My head is still a mess, memories broken apart, scattered in tiny little pieces. I can't make a decision now, I can't be sure."

"You can have all the time you need." He stands up and as he does, he places a kiss on your scalp. "I've made up my mind, so I don't have any doubts. I know I love you, I always have, I always will."

"Wouldn't we just hurt each other, though?" your finger tracing along a flower petal as you still squat close to it, "Wouldn't we just be plagued by worry for the rest of days?"

"Yes, but that comes from love..." he pauses. "Sometimes it is irrational, and sometimes it hurts, but the worry is affection itself. That's what I believe."

"Why won't you let me protect you?" Your voice is quiet.

"Because I don't want to see you in pain, and I know my pain brings you suffering too, but as I said... it's not always rational."

"What if you die..." the end of your sentence disappearing, too silent for Vash's ears.

"How could I ever leave you." The back of his hand gently touches your cheek. You hear a slight rustle of fabric behind you, and recognize it as Vash pulling on his coat. "Would you like to walk through the rest of the ship? Maybe more memories piece themselves together?"

You stand up and turn towards him. With a more neutral expression on his face, you realize how tired he looks, and you try to understand how much time has passed.

"When did you sleep last? How long has it been?" Your hand reaches out to his face, but then you hesitate and pull back before touching his cheek.

"We arrived yesterday, so technically two days ago on the steamer..." he says, seeming a bit embarrassed.

"I bet you didn't sleep well then either. You should go to bed!" Your voice gets insistent, a reaction you have when he starts to act in a self sacrificing manner.

"But I want to make sure you're alright." He takes half a step closer, the toes of his boots nearly touching yours as he towers above you, but you don't retreat even a millimeter, standing unwavering.

"You'll only add to my worries if you're in such a condition." You try pushing his buttons, and from his eyes, you can tell it's working. "You should go to bed. Rest, I'll need time anyway."

"Maybe we should check in on Brad, he is working on cracking open that folder you found."

"I'm not in a hurry anymore. I have enough to keep me occupied for a while. Maybe I should try sleeping myself... I won't get lost on the ship by myself, if you're worried. I think I remember most of the layout, ours was identical." You try to reassure him, "You've done so much for me. I can never repay you for what you've done... I can't even put it into words. Put yourself first now. Take care of yourself for a change."

Vash runs through the woods, he has to find you. The wide tree trunks pass him by as he runs full speed down the slope. The snow slows him down and makes him stumble over hidden roots. He sees the clearing ahead and knows it's the lake, you have to be there. If he makes it out of the woods, he will be with you. He clears the shrubbery, feeling it tug at his coat, but then he is on the shore. His eyes scan over the ice covered lake and see you gliding over it. You look so peaceful, so very graceful. You aren't wearing the warm winter clothes, it's your regular desert tracking gear, knives and all.

"You're back again, I see." A voice speaks from somewhere behind Vash, but this time he doesn't turn. "You're only going to drag her down. You had the perfect opportunity to do the right thing."

Vash doesn't want to listen, this voice is too familiar. He doesn't want to believe it. He steps onto the ice and hears hollow cracking. Lines appear like spiderwebs around where his boot is.

"How selfish are you? You will keep putting her in danger. Is that what you want?" The voice continues, "To see her constantly take bullets for you? You want her to be your damsel in distress? Is that it? A target to save, but you don't have to worry too much because even if you mess up, she'll survive."

He takes another step onto the ice, determined to get to you and not to listen to the voice. Vash shakes his head and shades his eyes with his arm to lessen the glare of the sun off the surface of the lake.

"What is it about her? Why do you love her so much? Is it because he reminds you of someone else? Is she your do-over? Just someone you can fix your past mistakes on, so you can atone, but no matter how badly you do, it doesn't matter, she won't die like everybody else..."

"Shut up," Vash says through gritted teeth.

"Don't shoot the messenger. I'm just telling you what you already know. After all. I am you."

Vash turns his head sharply at the voice, and to his surprise, he sees a figure resembling himself. But it's nearly void of color, the coat both inside and outside is black, his usual orange glasses are replaced by ones with the same shape but a black tint. His hair is spiked and messy but slicked back. The skin has a paler, almost gray hue. The prosthetic arm is gone, just a regular sleeve ending in a flesh hand. The sight takes him by surprise, and his doppelganger steps closer. Vash sees the strange eyes, the whites of the eyes a dark gray, and the irises white.

"What is it?" The fake asks and flashes his sharp teeth, the canines pointed and long like fangs, "I'm you. Don't you trust me? Won't you listen?"

"No." Vash turns away again to come towards you, but he can't find you. "Iris?!"

"So predictable." fake Vash's voice sounds smooth and low like a hum. "How many times do I have to tell you? You're weighing her down, it would be a kindness to let her go. You fulfilled your duty! You have nothing left to feel guilty about when it comes to her. Would you really rather have her cry and cry and cry when you inevitably throw your life away? How cruel."

"I'm not listening to you! Where is she?!" Vash's voice is like a loud growl.

"You want to play the hero again? Very well. She's right under your nose." The voice is condescending, and Vash hears him take steps closer. "You'd do her a favor by stepping away now."

"No! I will always be by her side!" Vash looks down, and through the glassy ice, he sees your figure. You lay on the bottom of the lake, but still nearly within reach. He falls to his knees, and his prosthetic hand rolls into a fist to punch the ice. The surface cracks, but not enough to form a hole.

"My my. You must really miss him. She's your second chance, isn't she... everything you wanted him to be, and then some. Someone to be by your side, to fight your fights with you, and to see things the same way you do. Pathetic."

"Go away! I love her!" Vash punches the ice harder, his fist making it through, and he rips at the ice to make the opening bigger. He shoots his grappling hook down from his prosthesis, and it grabs your arm to pull you out. He staggers backwards as he cradles your freezing body.

"You're okay! You're safe! I'll keep you safe! Just come back to me." He holds you tight against his chest, hoping to warm you up.

"So naive, can't you tell this is just the beginning? Don't you realize what you're roping her into?" The unsettling version of Vash walks circles around the two of you, "You're going to regret not listening to me. Believe it or not, I am the voice of reason. Just look at her."

Vash opens his eyes and lets loose a bit to see you better. Your fingers and legs have turned to ice, frost creeping up your limbs, covering your face. It moves fast, the last spot untouched is above your heart, but soon it too freezes. The frost turns into ice, and cracks appear.

"You can't save her. She will always have to save herself in the end and then suffer."

"Iris!" Vash tunes out the other voice, too consumed by what is happening in his arms. The cracks run along your body, more and more appear till pieces of you fall off, starting with your fingers, clattering onto the smooth ice below. More and more shards detach until there's nothing for Vash to hold on to.

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