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baskervilleshound · 7 months

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You're Not Stupid - A Fionna and Cake Fanfiction

((FIONNA AND CAKE SPOILERS MY DUDES. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!!!

This is written to be completely platonic/familial, and if you think otherwise, I'm gonna have to take your kneecaps, okay?

Anyways. This is how I wish that one scene went in episode 8. You know. The one with Fionna crying in the most heartbreaking way ever. Please enjoy pain, tears, and Simon being very soft. I told y'all I have no self control. Let me know if you enjoyed it, and maybe I'll write more ;D

Enjoy!))

“BMO was wrong!”

“And so was Fionna! We blew it, we blew it!!”

The sound of Cake’s furious yowling as the cat smashed bits of the dilapidated lab equipment echoed in Fionna’s head. This was her own fault. Everything, as always, was her fault.

Her friends at home knew her as flighty. And now, all the people in this terrible, abandoned lab, knew her as a failure, too. She was no adventurer, no knight in shining armor, and hell, not even a good friend. On top of all of that, she was a liar, too.

No one knew that Fionna had the crown in her backpack. She didn’t dare tell Cake, and especially, not Simon. In the days that she had traveled with the gentleman, Fionna had quickly learned that Simon was willing to do anything in his power to keep both her, and Cake safe- even if it meant putting on some cursed object that would render his brain jelly in a matter of minutes, perhaps.

She didn’t want to see Simon deteriorate, and act as he was in those miserable tapes. Delusional. Insane. Depraved. No, she couldn’t do that to him. She couldn’t. She couldn’t tell him about the crown…!

“My office supplies!” BMO’s high little voice rang out as Cake proceeded to push every object on the desk onto the floor.

Fionna’s cheeks flushed red, and tears stung her eyes as the situation escalated. A lump formed in her throat, and before she knew it, she was running out the doorway and onto a balcony as guilt sunk its teeth into her like a viper.

She hadn’t even noticed that Simon’s head had whipped to look in her direction, and that he had immediately noticed that something was wrong.

Once she was in the open air, she let out a couple of heartbroken sobs as bubbly tears dripped down her burning cheeks. She could barely see the dead and abysmal landscape as the tears kept flowing.

However, she wasn’t alone out there for long.

“Fionna, it’s okay,” came Simon’s calm but concerned voice from behind her.

Immediately, Fionna shrank down onto the ground, turning away from him in shame as she pulled her knees up to her chest.

“Simon, I’m so stupid! I’m sorry,” she sobbed. “Why did I think I could do this?!”

Why was she so stupid? Why did she always mess everything up? And on top of that, why was she still lying to Simon and Cake about having the crown?

Her shoulders shook as she buried her face in her hands, her breath coming in short gasps and hiccups.

She felt an arm wrap around her, and then another.

“You’re not stupid,” Simon murmured.

Fionna froze for a moment. She didn’t feel like she deserved the kindness that she was being given, but truly, she couldn’t help but give in to it. Regardless of being an adult and feeling like she needed to be grown and handle everything on her own, she still needed support. She still needed someone to make her feel like everything was going to be okay. She needed Simon.

She needed him never to put that horrible crown on his head. He didn’t deserve it.

Fionna melted into him, and threw her own arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. The lingering smell of coffee on his clothing was comforting, and reminded her all too much of home. She was at a loss for words as all her worries and concerns tumbled out of her in a torrent of tears, which collected on Simon’s suit jacket.

“It’s going to be okay, Fionna. We’re going to figure something out,” the man spoke softly to her as he gently rubbed her back. “It’s okay.”

But would it be okay? Would it really?

After some time, Fionna managed to collect her emotions, and tuck them all back inside of her where they belonged. When she pulled back from Simon, the man wiped away her tears with his thumbs.

“T-thanks for that, Simon,” Fionna hiccupped. “Sorry, I probably got snot all over your jacket.”

Simon shook his head and smirked.

“Oh, I could have worse things on this jacket,” he chuckled.

Simon smiled at her and tilted his head as he cozied himself up against the wall of the balcony.

“Are you feeling any better?” he asked.

Fionna nodded and wiped her nose on her sleeve, sniffling.

“Y-yeah. You know, Simon, I get why that vampire girl turned out so bad in that one dimension. You’d…you were a really good dad. I can tell.”

The tender look in Simon’s eyes said more than words ever could convey the moment those words left the girl’s mouth.

“Thank you, Fionna,” he said, clearing his throat. “I appreciate that.”

#simon petrikov #fionna and cake spoilers #fionna and cake #ice king #fionna campbell #fionna the human #cake the cat #fionna and cake fanfiction #simon petrikov fanart #emotional whump #platonic #found family #fanfiction #adventure time #adventure time fanfiction #the ice king #fionna & cake

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tobiasdrake · 3 months

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Deeper we go into the Autumn Hills.

What have we got here? Hmm....

The teachings say, "Ha! Mine now, fucko! Should have guarded it better if you didn't want it swiped."

But the teachings also say, "If you don't know what it is, you can always just try hitting it really hard. That always works for me."

So, I believe the proper course of action is....

Praise the goddess.

...oh....

Was I... Was I supposed to....

...

<.< >.> The goddess made me do it.

So you don't know for sure that I shouldn't have smashed it, then. Good enough for me. If it can't be proven that I've done anything wrong then by definition I have done nothing wrong. That's. Like. Justice or something.

HI. UM.

I. Was trying. To take a shortcut. >.> A very ill-advised shortcut, it would seem. Literally just had to be a little more patient. <.< But patience is haaaaaaaard.

Please tell nobody about this. You have no idea how embarrassing this is. I would hate to have a return trip through this room, after the trivially easy platforming puzzle has already been solved, published publicly as my first death.

...so, are you a nice demon?

HEY, now that is uncalled for. I....

*glances around the room*

...I... resent the accuracy of that remark.

...because we're besties?

Gonna be honest, I felt so much aggressive nothing when the other ninjas in my clan died that I'm realizing now that I might not have had any friends at all. Ever, as a matter of fact.

So.

If you want.

<.< Maybe... you could be my friend?

Got it. So, my takeaway from this is that any time I want to hang out with my new bestie I just have to kill myself. That's easy. Do you know how easy it is to die? Super easy.

You and I are gonna get along great. Like two rays in a moonbeam.

That doesn't sound so tough. In fact, I'm pretty sure the Lunar Scriptures mentioned Luana kicking the shit out of something like that in these very woods. So I think I have a fair understanding for what to expect.

So, yes, it is exactly the same kind of thing. Cool. I believe my teachings have thoroughly prepared me for this.

Oh, wow. You are an ugly son of a bitch, aren't you? Don't look so tough, though. Well, why don't we get to--

OH GODDESS, THE TEACHINGS DIDN'T PREPARE ME FOR SHIT

I will thwack away your kneecaps you overgrown twig. I know your weak spot now. It's the shins.

*huff huff huff* There. Fuck. I thought for a moment I was going to get to hang out with my besti-- Wow, there are no stakes of any kind for me anymore. That's strangely liberating.

#the messenger #drake plays the messenger

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disco-elysium-via-polls · 3 months

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All that remains is to wreak havoc on the middle class.

+1 Communism

DAMAGED LEDGER - In any case, it appears to have been a rare case of civil activity in the Quarter. And agreement as well. What do you want to tackle next?

+5 XP

2. THE UNSOLVABLE CASE

DAMAGED LEDGER - AKA LESLIE & BURKE, AKA THE PUBLIC INDECENCY DRUNK & THE PROPERTY DAMAGE DRUNK is a *cursed* case. It has been passed from unsuspecting officer to unsuspecting officer for ten years. On January 29, THE UNSOLVABLE CASE made its way to you. Why you accepted it is unclear. Every officer and indeed most civilians in Jamrock know it's UNSOLVABLE.

Leslie will always take his pants off when he's drunk. Burke will always trash everything. It's just what they do. It is their nature -- you cannot change the nature of a man. And you can't lock them away, because public indecency and small-scale property damage are not punishable by incarceration.

The only way for Leslie to stop flashing his genitals to by-passers, and for Burke to stop dismantling signage and rear view mirrors, would be for them to *stop drinking alcohol*. Which, in their forties, or fifties -- it's hard to tell because of their distorted features -- is a medical improbability on par with you ceasing to produce *The Expression*.

Couldn't we just keep them off the streets?

Proceed.

DAMAGED LEDGER - You would think that, but you're wrong. Where's the fun in exposing your genitals, or breaking stuff in your own home? No, Leslie and Burke are on the corner of Main Street and Perdition, because that's where the *action* is.

LOGIC [Medium: Success] - Can you keep *yourself* off the streets?

Proceed.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Threatening, fines, dragging them to the station, locking them up in the hell holes they live in, locking them up in the station, hypnotherapy -- even trying to get a local gang of *zemlyakis* to take them out (the zemlyakis gave them ethanol so Burke and Leslie would expose and rampage even harder) -- you tried it all. And still the complaints wouldn't stop. As they hadn't stopped for *ten years*.

It's plain to see from the files that you, Satellite-Officer JV, and special consultant TH had more important cases to attend to. You uncover cross-reference to several ongoing investigations, each brought to a standstill every time you drive down Main Street. Because there they are! On the corner of Perdition, and what is Leslie doing?

Property damage.

Public indecency.

DAMAGED LEDGER - Good, you're learning. If the files are to be trusted -- that's all there is to it. That and Burke breaking things. And the fact that they're both drunk. But then again, so are you. The case becomes *considerably* less comic one day, when Burke takes a swing at your ledger.

He must have it confused with the *property* he likes to damage. But the joke's on him -- you're drunk out of your mind on Potent Pilsner. You slam the hardened plastic board in his face. Then you proceed to beat him unconscious with it.

In the process the ledger sustains damage. The compartment within -- reserved for permeable documents -- is jammed shut. You stop your assault on the now unconscious Burke to open it, but are unable to do so. *The officer began to cry*, reports Leslie, who at this point is tending to Burke.

*He came at us* -- *And at us* -- *I think he was trying to kill Burke-o*. While trying to kill Burke-o, you slowly come around. The permeables' compartment is open. You've smashed it open on poor Burke'o's kneecaps. The good news is, Burke can't walk anymore.

Can't get out of his apartment. An invalid. With Burke to tend to, Leslie cuts back on the indecent exposure. Maybe he flashes his genitals to Burke, who knows, but both drunks are off the street. The complaints stop, the unsolvable case is solved.

Which is also why the officer responsible (narrowly) escapes a disciplinary hearing. The end.

+5 XP

LOGIC - Does that sound like a Raphaël Something Costeau to you, sir?

#disco elysium #jean vicquemare

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wellthebardsdead · 2 years

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Shimada coffee? No the boss is out, said something about a business dealing?? If Starbucks is trying to buy us out again I think someone will be losing a kneecap ~Bambi

———

Jack: *sitting in his home office at 3am, staring at documents and his speech he’s been writing and re-writing to try and explain and justify to the UN why his agents deserve their holiday bonuses* what am I going to do?…

Sojiro: *sets a cup of tea down for him* you could try coming to bed?

Jack: *jumps a little* Jesus- I-I didn’t hear you come in pumpkin… thank you I-I’ll be in in a minute…

Sojiro: what’s wrong darling?… *leans over his shoulder looking at the documents. Pay cuts?…

Jack: the UN wants to cut funds to the agents below Gabe and I… All of them. They don’t care they have families or that they’re literally throwing their lives on the line every day… *sighs* I’m going at this alone after they bought out the former union leader too… spineless bastard…

Sojiro: *steps around him and sits in his lap* well firstly this is all going to need to be re-written, you’re more so begging them to give you what you want then telling them what they have to give you and why they’re assholes for denying the rights to your employees.

Jack: *bright pink, shyly hugs him around the waist* I don’t have time to re-write it the meeting is tomorrow and-

Sojiro: done. *hands him the re-written document, perfectly formatted at an inhuman speed*

Jack: I-I-

Sojiro: if Ana is alright watching the kids tomorrow too I’ll be standing in as the union representative to assist you, or simply be moral support if you need me. *gets up*

Jack: I? Baby you don’t have to do this- *reaches out to take his hand only for Sojiro to gently stroke his face*

Sojiro: …

Jack: …

Sojiro: don’t forget to shave. You’ll need to look your best tomorrow. *kisses his cheek and slowly walks off to bed*

Jack: … *looks back at the document* … *quickly gets up and runs after him*

*The next morning*

Jack: *nervously seated at the meeting next to Gabriel waiting for everyone to file in* I hope this works…

Gabe: it will, you have an ace up your sleeve now.

Jack: Sojiro? Gabe he’s barely recovered from his collapse and he’s fragile after starting therapy. He gets anxiety just being in public I don’t think he-

Sojiro: *dressed in a black suit and button down, hair neatly styled, eyes sharp, cold, and calculated, walking with a presence and power neither jack or Gabe have seen before* sorry I’m late, I had a few statements I needed to collect. (Translation: my toddler was crying because he couldn’t take his socks off with his shoes on and my infant has a rash)

Jack: *nearly smashes his coffee mug in shock* wh-who is that?? What happened to our boyfriend?!

Gabe: I don’t know but I like it~

#Sojiro slipping back into his old ways to whip some corporate big wigs #overwatch #overwatch shitposts #gabriel reyes #jack morrison #Sojiro shimada #Shimada coffee #coffee shop au

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candyredmusings · 2 years

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Grubba Gang Sentence Starters

aka shit my discord squad has said. Periodically updated.

Mostly crack + NSFT.

“STOP BEING HORNY!”

“I’M NOT BEING HORNY STOP GASLIGHTING ME!”

“Santa isn’t real and Jesus never happened.”

“CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE BABY WE’RE GOING TO YANDERE DIVORCE COURT.”

“I’ll be having evil intercourse.”

“I prostate myself jingling miserably on the floor for nothing.”

“God I would stab a man for a dorito.”

��How many people have you put in Jigsaw traps? I’m not a cop by the way.”

“Wish my mans would call me Slupert Doobert.”

“THANKS! I’M GOING TO SMITE YOU FOR YOUR HUBRIS NOW!”

“Shut the fuck up none of you can truly understand barbie horse adventures mystery ride.”

“Bold of you to presume we talk about anything except getting nut in here.”

“ALL I WANTED WAS TO GET RAWED ON THE FIRST DATE AND YOU SAID NO LIKE SOME FUCKING GENTLEMAN-”

“My vore gets me bitches.”

“ [Name] we’re gonna watch the barbie movies and im gonna sell my nudes.”

“I don’t know about you but Santa Claus could SMASH.”

“Just kidding. I want to pull you apart like a twizzler.”

“Sometimes I crave that real flesh.”

“One minute you’re talking about nutting the next you’re talking about when you were 6 year olds and first learned the feeling of betrayal.”

“Gnomes WILL be held accountable for their crimes.”

“ Tsk. No cloaca. No meaning.”

“Are you gonna eat your girls pussy like some sort of democrat, or vore her like a man?”

“ I am the clown that entertains this nuclear wasteland of comedy.”

“Are you thinking about the gnome party?”

“[NAME] if there’s ONE thing i know about you it’s that you don’t wear pants unless absolutely necessary.”

“Damn. It was never as easy as blues clues made it seem!”

“I’m going to fucking cain and abel you.”

“IM REQUIRED BY LAW TO SUCK HIS DICK NOW-”

“Your ass is grass and I’m an ape.”

“Hey anyone wanna fuck.”

“Not to flex on you but im something of a manlet.”

“I’m on a sexual clown journey.”

“Post the image, you stupid fruit.”

“God I gotta say I do love being me sometimes? Because I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me.”

“It’ll be fine. Ain’t you ever seen Hamilton?”

“Can we stop talking about my asshole?”

“It has been 2 days since our last slur.” / “it’s been 0 days since our last slur.”

“I’m ‘bout to be real with you, chief, I’m bout to bust them fucking kneecaps.”

“Will my life ever know peace?”

“Let’s just say if I had to see [NAME] in a police line up, well, I hope they can’t see through the mirror.”

“Let’s just say if I had to see Mr. Blobby in a police line up, well, I hope they can’t see through the mirror.”

“What the absolute FUCK have I walked into.”

“[NAME] comes within five feet of my pussy and I have to beat them away with a pool noodle.”

“I want cock. Now.”

“Shut the fuck up [NAME] there’s girls here!”

“IS [NAME] IN HEAT?”

“WE’VE BEEN ARGUING OVER [NAME]’S FEET FOR THREE DAYS.”

“Yes, love of my life? My Pizza Hut pan pizza? My 2 for 4 deal?“

“I’m probably gonna get hate for this, but, [NAME] is an absolute snacc.”

“You’re right. You are going to get hate.”

“For the love of God shut the fuck up.”

“In the past 24 hours you have said several horrible things to me.”

“I also want to see fat demon cock.”

“Gra ta ta swag bitch.”

“I’M HERE TO GET SEXUAL.”

“Please don’t call [NAME] sexy ever again.”

“Shut up, fruit.”

“GOD IS MY BITCH AND HE SUCKED MY DICK BEHIND A 7/11.”

“[NAME] I love you but what are you doing man?”

“Eat or I’ll send Steve Harvey after you.”

“I wanna be rammed so hard my anal cavity prolapses.”

“[NAME] if it was life or death would you yank the dildo outta my ass?”

“What’s the lore behind a dildo being in your ass and someone will die of circumstances because of it?”

“ NO!! THE POPE CANT BE HORNY!!”

“Don’t get me wrong, Lola bunny could take a jack hammer to my nuts and I’d thank her, but she also is the best basketball player ever.”

“[NAME]’s exquisite boobs will not protect him from feral [NAME] and that is a promise!”

“whats a little cum inflation among friends”

“On fridays we gaslight our white boys for enrichment.”

“Ain’t that the shit the lucky charms dude says? If you wanna find the fruit you gotta suck-o me nut? …or maybe thats fruit loops.“

"He’s shown feet, the next logical step is ass"

“[NAME] I got money on you crying right now. Not to freak you out, but -”

“I have RED VELVET in my BIG ASS TITTIES”

"Give this child a prison uniform I’m tired of him."

"Theres only so much i can do to stop white people"

“I DON’T CARE ABOUT SQUIRTING [NAME]”

"I LOVE ARGUING WITH MEN OVER THE INTERNET. MY PORES ARE CLEAR."

“I died in a tragic lip gloss accident and only by the grace of god do i live on.”

“You will never match his swag.”

“Hannibal is always based?”

“You know who else eats people? Christians. Grow up.”

“He’s gender-nonconforming as fuck with those eyelashses"

“I just fucked yo’ bitch in my Gucci clown drip.”

“She is to marry what we in the business call a little fucking freak.”

“TRY GETTING A JOB AT SCOOPS AHOY NOW YOU LITTLE FUCKING BASTARD!”

“The goal of art is to piss off as many people as possible.”

“I don’t know why I do the things I do, [NAME].”

"YOU HAVE THE GALL. TO COMPARE BEETHOVEN TO THE FUCKING BEATLES?!?"

“ I got heckled to sing Rainbow Connection."

“Do I make you horny, baby?”

“ WOW I GET IT! YOU’RE A WHORE I SEE NOW!”

“Wow, he looks like shit. I could suck him silly.”

“I could suck him silly.”

“Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry. Mommy? Sorry.”

"I could change jfk… WAIT AM I MARILYN MONROE?"

“Im so used to jumping in front of the gun that i didn’t realize the gun wasn’t loaded.”

“ this guy is like PG13 Hannibal. “

“you met me at a very frank floppa time in my life.”

"To put it simply you are the cave full of bluntsmoken and the world is your little german boy OoOO"

"I WANT YOUR GODDAMN SLOPPY JUST GIVE ME A MINUTE” -

“oh do not call him that ill cum on the spot”

“FUCK OFF. YOU’RE SICK.”

“NO ONE EMBARASS ME IN FRONT OF THE DOG!!”

“I don’t know why I do the things I do, [NAME].”

“well that was nice im gonna go walk some more until i die now"

"Love will always triumph."

”[NAME] BECAME ALLOSEXUAL FOR VENOM, WHY CAN’T YOU?“

”[NAME] BECAME ALLOSEXUAL FOR [NAME], WHY CAN’T YOU?“

"the fist of ‘87 thats what they call me.”

“the WORST SEX youve ever seen”

“My god i would shampoo his ball hair with my saliva …”

“ALL I HAD WAS LACTATION!"

“I’m Catholic so of course I rejected help, but and however…“

"i am a feminist and a woman-lover but first and foremost i am a hater"

"i love women but some of these bitches are boring-"

“I FAILED AT BECOMING RACIST.”

"YOURE NOT VAN GOGH BITCH!!!!"

“ i need cocaine ................. “

"........What Are We DOING?"

"If you were a pickle I'd eat you but i'd still love you”

“YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS MAKES YOU OBSESS OVER BOYS WELL MY MENTAL ILLNESS MAKES ME OBSESS OVER YOUR MENTAL ILLNESS.”

“bigfoot is sexy, [NAME]”

“you know what?? friendship IS magic.”

"i would suck off any of my friends"

“when gods choir sings, will bigfoot not be among them?”

“Call [NAME] a wedding cake the way im paying women to sit on him.”

“I WAS CHURNING THY BUTTER.”

“Hon hon baguette go to hell.”

“Avert thine lustful eyes away from my daughter, fiend.”

"AS A SOCIETY we should be making sure that women do not do be dying!!!"

“How many innuendos can we make in 3 minutes?”

“Yeah, no, I’m not in the habit of dropping slurs casually. I do it competitively.”

“She’s cute! Can’t wait to watch her get spitroasted.”

“We serve cunt here, sir.”

“Bitch I don’t like milk. Its White. Its NASTY—”

“I’m not going to suck him silly. This is serious to me.”

"if [NAME] looked like a drowned rat they wouldnt get nearly as much love.”

“Yes girl we explore Jesus.”

“i work in the tuberculosis ward, and I do occasionally peak into the polio ward but I won't go into the small pox ward ykwim”

“i hate penis when it’s normal you know what i mean”

“WHO THE FUCK HATED ON MY AUTISTIC SHAWTY”

“You’re afraid of unsalted nut but allow white penis into your body”

“I’m doing research on the clitoris”

"He has the gentle eyes of a baby cow and the face of bacon and he's my BEST FRIEND. "

#roleplay memes #inbox memes #sentence starters #rp prompts #inbox prompts #decided 2 take this off one of my rp blogs n put it here 2 be more easily accessible and not #clog my blog's notifs w this every time #POAKSDJF #candyredtext

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sarah-dipitous · 9 months

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 211

Reichenbach

“Reichenbach”

Plot Description: as Dean spins out of control, Crowley reaches out to Sam for help. Meanwhile, a man with grudge plots revenge on Dean

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I mean, the guy’s dad died in a flashback but I’m not counting it

I just can’t believe that Supernatural named an episode Reichenbach in 2014…

So Dean killed that guy’s dad at some point for probably monster reasons

Jesus, Dean…I know you’re a demon now but wtf. I hate seeing him like this…yeah he’s a little skeezy normally but THIS? Whole other level

Omg this guy torturing Sam is…it’s a LOT to take in. Like. Breaking bones. Nearly smashed in his kneecaps with a hammer. Hate it…

HELLO?? Oh no. Cas. You have like NO grace left.

I like Hannah but…I don’t trust how she’ll take the news about Dean.

It’s toxic and controlling for sure (and heaven forbid I abandon destiel) but this Dean and Crowley partnership is SO interesting. Crowley IS on SOME LEVEL looking out for Dean. He’s only setting Dean on people who “deserve” being killed. There’s at least some kind of justification, they’re cheaters who were going to die one way or another due to the deal the cheated on partner made with a demon

$20 says Dean kills this guy too. Well, he definitely AT LEAST punched his teeth in. Aaaaaaaand there it is. Just killed the extremely sleezy husband who cheated first

Omg can we stop with this plotline of the marine bent on revenge? It’s not interesting

Castiel is SO GOOD with kids. Sucks that he’s like…turning human and dying

Hello random background demon whose hairstyle I’d love to have but I would never be able to keep up with nor maintain partly because my hair is incredibly straight

Fuuuuuuuck. I really love it though…

It is interesting that Dean still has something of a moral code. Nooooooo, Crowley’s so hurt. Dean just said they’re not besties 😭 and they’re breaking up??

Cas looks so tired 😭

Oh no. Isn’t this the gate to heaven?? I SAID I DONT TRUST HANNAH’S REACTION TO DEAN BEING A DEMON

Oh…I…may have been wrong. She wants to restore Castiel’s grace.

Ew. Metatron…omg this IS such a good scene though about Cas’s decision to not get his grace back. It’s so sad. Hannah’s trying to help but I fear she’ll get played by Metatron

Well, at least he brothers are back together for now…

Oh this is excruciatinggggg. Dean’s always been so self destructive. And now he’s baiting Sam to try to get Sam to kill him

Omg this dude again. He’s so annoying. He’s got NO IDEA what he’s up against. You might have served two tours but Dean’s been fighting monsters almost as long as he can remember AND is a demon so like…

Not that I condone Dean killing just regular people but I kinda wanted him to just for the sake of ending this story line

Oh, Crowley, you rascal. Please. Yes. Put the First Blade on the moon.

Oh girl (king of hell), you are so unfortunately down HORRENDOUS for Dean. You’re staring at pictures of you and him and listening to a song with lyrics “hey there lonely girl” bestieeee

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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vintaeya · 2 years

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“No flirting on the field!” ♡

-jujutsu kaisen x gn! reader

|| In which the Jujutsu sorcerer’s invite you on a sporty date with each of their favorite sports

pairing : itadori yuuji, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki, gojo satoru, maki zenin, yuuta okkotsu x gn! reader

genre : fluff; kinda suggestive but not nsfw; slight crack

tw/note : i only know some general knowledge about the sports so please correct me if there are any mistakes

words : 2.2k

Itadori Yuuji || Boxing

Itadori is a very physical person. He goes on runs often and occasionally goes one vs one in basketball with Todo during his days off. It was not unexpected that he took an interest in boxing after Todo introduced him to it. They called it their “bro-sessions” but Yuuji wanted you to come along and cheer him on like you do during his basketball games. It makes him happy :D

Who were you to say no?? First, you get to see him in a basic boyfriend fit minus his daily hoodie. Plain t-shirt and sweatpants but he makes it look so good. You swore you were drooling so much that you could fill a water cooler. His hair was pulled back by a cute headband that you bought for him, a contrast to his seriously intimidating face as he punches that punching bag (which, by the way, was the heaviest one the gym had to offer). He made the hardest things look simple and it was such an attractive trait.

Yuuji would constantly pester you to join him in the boxing ring. You refused because sports were more of your boyfriend’s forté and embarrassing yourself with your lack of sportsmanship not your go-to date idea. Nonetheless, Yuuji convinced you by hours of pestering and using his puppy eyes you couldn’t resist. And you’re damn glad he did.

His sweaty back against yours (occasionally shirtless), his arms guiding your every move, his face just beside yours as Yuuji relays the instructions on how to hit the punching bag. Ain’t nobody paying attention to that ol’ bag anymore Yuuji. You stood there, arms trembling as his grip tightened on yours while your breath became uneven. Not to mention that your face was brighter than a traffic light. “Hm? Something wrong?” He whispered unintentionally, genuinely concerned that he was making you uncomfortable.

He was so sweet and clueless despite having the appeal of the most attractive man alive. Yuuji caught on thanks to Todo, and his ego boost rose through the roof. Whenever you freeze in your place, he simply lets out a deep, amused laugh

“Focus please, sweetheart, we wouldn’t want you to be hurt”

Megumi Fushiguro || Baseball

You can’t tell me that Gojo didn’t sign him up for baseball lessons back in the day. As the teacher quoted “Baseball is great for hitting on girls and hitting your enemies”. Megumi put the second part of that sentence to good use in middle school when he’d play baseball with his enemies’ kneecaps as the ball. You shuddered when he told you this, but you were curious if he was any good at non violent baseball.

He is. When you saw Megumi at the baseball game during the inter-school Jujutsu tournaments, you almost let a ball smash onto your face because of how handsome the shikigami user looked in his baseball uniform. Of course, the way he played also took a toll on you. Everything from his stance, the laser focus in his gaze and the way he scored many home runs. Don’t get me started on when he pulled his hat off to run his fingers through that gorgeous hair of his.

You needed to see him like this more often. What better way to do that than to invite him to teach you? It was ingenious! Megumi was reluctant at first, but if you beg him hard enough, this man does not have the word “no” in his dictionary anymore. Your lack of experience in baseball was something you’d like to thank the heavens for. Why? Well you have this extremely attractive coach to guide your every move.

During especially sunny days where you both were sweating out of your minds and he forgot his towel..Megumi had this attractive little habit. Usually, he’d use a mini towel to wipe his sweat, but at times that it was too much of a hassle to grab, he’d result in lifting his shirt to reach his face as he wiped the beads of sweat dripping down his gorgeous face. The pitching machine was shooting balls in your direction but your eyes and focus were fixated on Megumi’s very toned torso out in the open.

“Where do you think you’re looking? Get back to practice or there’d be no more of that sight”

Kugisaki Nobara || Equestrian

Classy, poised, elegant and has the chance of being kicked in the face by a horse’s hoof. The sport of equestrianism is not only a highly praised sport for nobles but also comes in cute outfits! As Nobara worded, anyway. She was a country girl and still is, no matter where she was. During her childhood, she’d dream to ride horses in lavish sportswear as she galloped around her private stable. Although the Jujutsu high track field is far from it, she doesn’t let that stop her.

Your girlfriend was stunning in her sportswear. You couldn’t take your eyes off her even if you tried. The figure hugging set and matching helmet made her all the more attractive. “Do I have you distracted?” She flipped her hair to add to her already magnificent self. Nobara, in fact, insisted on teaching you. You didn’t know why she was so eager, but this ended up in you both having dates where you’d gallop around the field or school grounds with one another.

The wind in her hair as your laughter surrounded you, it was perfect. On days where you had nothing to do, you’d spend the day riding until the sky became a gradient of warm hues. Nobara slows down her horse next to yours and admires the sunset. You know those kisses where you lean to one another while on different horses to connect your lips? Yes, you do that. Frankly, it was a part of equestrianism with Nobara you loved most.

Little fact, she had an ulterior motive for teaching you. When you were still inexperienced, you sat behind her on Nobara’s horse, your hands wrapped around her waist. Nobara loved the intimacy but was displeased by how loosely you held her. She came up with a brilliant plan to speed up the way she was riding, making you grip onto her body, pressed against one another as you begged Nobara to slow the horse down. She simply laughed every time and shook her head, savoring the moment while it lasted.

“Hold on babe! Wouldn’t want you to fall when I’m not there to catch you!��

Gojo Satoru || Golf

This man does golf and you can tell. When he took you to a mini golf site, the first thing he pointed out was how the golf club could double as a tool to push away random people who dared to flirt with you. Gojo does golf as a hobby when he has nothing to do. It helped him better his aim for fighting curses. And it was a sophisticated sport, something Utahime often teases him for by calling him a “posh old man”.

You both have memberships to a golf club. This includes everything boujee like brunch and unlimited complimentary bath towels. Of course, he bought you the most expensive membership despite you knowing or clueless on how to play golf. If you don’t, no need to worry about your little head! This man would put himself on the spot to teach you everything you need to know. From different clubs and ways you should swing, he knows it all.

Gojo became bored at many things because he’d be great at them after 5 minutes. It was uninteresting. This was a perk of becoming a teacher. He’d get to teach instead of learn, share his knowledge with clueless students that’d ask him questions that he never got to ask before. He loved it and he loved you. For how curious you were and how hard you tried for something he perfected in minutes. Gojo is a great golf teacher too. That is, if you look past his very interesting teaching methods.

“Okay so you have to focus on..” You toned him out at this point. His hands were on your waist and his lips was intentionally grazing against your ear at every word. Gojo rejoiced in pride as he saw your ears glow a bright red every single time he did this. You didn’t learn a thing but somehow, you left satisfied. Gojo would annoy the living daylights out of you for a kiss when he taught you something good or did a cool trick. Expect him to reward you with little gifts.

“Darling, if you make it into that hole, I’ll give you a nice present. I promise you’ll enjoy it”

Maki Zenin || Japanese Archery

Maki grew up in a very traditional family. They prided themselves on tradition. So when it came to sports, Maki was used to the old. Something she loved was Japanese archery or just archery in general. It allowed her to prove that she wasn’t useless and could use her vigilant eyes for more than seeing curses. Unfortunately, having great aim was not something that the Zenin family wanted nor needed because what was the point of knowing how to fight curses without the ability to see them?

Maki still loved archery. She would take any chance to sneak off with her old bow and arrows to a little space behind the school where she set up a couple training dummies. You stumbled upon her out of chance. Damn you were glad you did. Maki had a kyūdo on and her hair tied into a ponytail. Although it was simply a customary attire, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. The way she focused and shot the arrow to hit the target in its center. Beautiful was the only way to describe her.

Maki noticed you and blushed, hurriedly putting down her bow. “No no don’t stop! I thought you looked incredibly cool!” You grinned and clapped your hands, dropping whatever you had in them before. Maki’s eyes widened. She never had anyone compliment her archery besides for Mai. “Shut up..” She shook her head and raised her stance to aim, landing a perfect shot. At that moment, you thought of the perfect date idea.

When she teaches you, one hand of hers rests on your waist while the other fixes the way your arm is pointed. It was so close and so intimate that you were shaking the first time she did it. At one point, your faces would turn at the same time and your lips would graze one another’s, before you both rejoiced in a short and chaste kiss. Once again, Maki told you to focus and shut up. Did that stop you from more kisses? Nope <3

“Stop distracting me..you’re alluring enough as you are”

Yuuta Okkotsu || Swimming

Those broad shoulders did not come overnight. Yuuta wasn’t the most sporty person but if there was one sport he didn’t mind, it was swimming. He found it efficient as it involved exercising your entire body in one sport. That, and the water surrounding him gave him a refreshing boost to keep going. He’d invite you of course, and if you couldn’t swim, this man would teach you. At this point, fear of water or depths didn’t matter all that much because…gawd damn.

I think you all know where this is going. Swimming..water..shirtless Yuuta. You swore the only reason you agreed was to see your boyfriend in all of his glory. Yuuta was shy to swim topless in front of you, so he wore a swimsuit top for the first few times. But it was undeniably uncomfortable, so when he got comfortable, that top was off. Thank the heavens for the Jujutsu high gym for the feast your eyes were welcomed to.

If you aren’t used to swimming, Yuuta would suggest dates that included you both having lessons together privately. He’d guide you by demonstrating the actions beforehand. Little did precious Yuuta know that you were never paying attention to his words at all. The way his back muscles contracted and relaxed as he performed the ‘freestyle’. He’d blush when he caught you staring (which is every single time he turned away). The man is too good looking.

You’d have splash fights! During breaks, you’d splash water onto one another and share laughs. There were times things became heated and resulted in you both being scolded for drenching the entire swimming area and even (somehow) the outside. Don’t get me started on marco polo and chicken fights!! When Yuuta catches you, he’d make sure to lift you up by your waist and press a kiss onto any area he could get his lips on with his eyes closed, sharing giggles and fun memories inside the water.

“Aha! Caught you! Now don’t expect to be let go because you are going to be with me for a while”

note : somehow megumi and yuuta’s always become the most flirty ones. maybe it’s just my constant late night ideas about them. tattoo shop au next ?!

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the-evil-duckling · 3 years

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And now that Pride Month's over, Let's Talk About Pratchett.

The companies have taken down their flags. The marches and rallies are fading away. Rainbow colours are melting back into grayscale. And now that all the hubbub is dying down, let's talk about an author who did perhaps more than any other to introduce gender-and-sexual minorities to the public (and not just as a cute oddity to be cooed at from a distance, either).

Let's talk about an author whose works are perhaps the most representative, hard-hitting, and wholesome, in all of well-written English literature.

Let's talk about Pratchett.

Before we dive into the lovely little nitty-gritties, I want to just take a quick look at what Pratchett's writing really is, and what makes it so very exceptional. It's pretty simple, really.

He's funny.

That's the "secret" formula to Terry Pratchett's success across the global; he's funny everywhere, everywhen, across multiple generations and multiple decades and multiple geopolitical borders. You don't have to read Discworld with a lot of effort, thinking deeply after every line about the message the author is trying to convey. You don't have to analyze every character and every situation to see how the author is sculpting a crystal-clear mirror and holding it up to the face of Society. When I'm feeling down (cause college and life and pressure and dreams) and wanna start gouging out my forearms with my nails, I can just curl with one of my comfort books (like Men At Arms, or Unseen Academicals) and laugh and chuckle and just feel better. You can just enjoy it.

Now, I think, I can get to the fun stuff; analysing all of my favourite characters and the roles that they represent in mirroring Pratchett's view of People. (I should mention at this point that I am mainly going to be focussing on the Sam Vimes novels, and what I will be writing are my own thoughts and opinions. Anyone who knows more - or has just read/interpreted the books differently - is of course free to add their own musings.)

Fred Colon: Sergeant Colon is that rarest and yet most typical of things: Fred Colon is an ordinary person. He is no hero, or genius, or leader. He is not evil or even mildly malicious. And that is the very point that needs to be understood. People (most people) are not deliberately evil; they are, on the whole, fairly decent people who treat their friends well and try not to make enemies. It is just... petty selfishness, petty prejudices, petty apathy... all summated in every single member of the populace, and suddenly everyone knows that dwarfs are just money-grubbing bastards who'd bite your kneecaps off for a copper coin and trolls are dumber than the rocks they're made off but they'll as soon smash you to pulp as look at you and you can't trust a vampire cause they're too dead to be alive and-

Carrot Ironfoundersson: Captain Carrot is a cliché. Captain Carrot is a cliché wrapped inside a trope hidden in a Mary Sue, all turned on its head. Captain Carrot, rightful heir to the throne of Ankh, leader of all manner of beings, man who once beat Detritus in a fistfight... is not the hero of this story. In any other series, the story would have been of a brave new cop (who is also the king) standing up to the corruption and lawlessness of the Patrician while taking advice from his grizzled old half-drunk commander who dies four chapters into the first book with some vaguely portentous words that the hero remembers at the very last minute to give him the tools/strength/motivation necessary to keep fighting. But this is Pratchett. And the hero of the story, if there is one, is very much the grizzled old commander. Two other points have also always struck me about Carrot. The first is the matter of identity. Biologically, Carrot is very much a human, but in all other ways that matter he is entirely a dwarf - his name is Kzad-bhat, and even the deep-down dwarfs do not question his dwarfishness - and yet that does make him any less a human. In this is reflected the multiplicity of identity (not just of gender, which is what most people immediately jump to, but all identities). The second point is of the relationship between Carrot and Angua, which seemed to me a representation of a healthy dom/sub relationship. Unlike the twisted shit we find on ao3 (and in some published books that I don't feel that I need to name), Angua is at no point portrayed as lesser, weaker, incapable, dependent, or deferent. She is her own person, and the two of them just happen to have this kind of chemistry.

Samuel Vimes: Ahhhh. His Grace, His Excellency, The First Duke of Ankh, Blackboard Monitor Samuel Vimes, Commander of the City Watch. The protagonist, if not quite the hero, of the series. He is not perfect, not even close. He is casually discriminatory (species-ist?) and thoughtless in most of what he says. his saving graces are that his discrimination is universally applied at all beings living and dead, and that he has never, not even once, allowed his personal feelings of prejudice stand in the way of justice (which is at times, all that separates him from Fred Colon). Does that mean that it's all okay, and everything is now fine and dandy and hunky-dory? No. Not even fucking close. Words matter and actions matter and even how you feel deep inside - all of it matters. Prejudice is prejudice, and it is always wrong. there are no mitigating circumstances, no 'yes, but...' that can make it acceptable. But only an idealistic idiot would say that it is not better than the alternative. And this is the reason that Vimes is one of my favourite protagonists; he is not a hero. He is real.

Leonard of Quirm: A parody of the public perception of a genius (perhaps of Roundworld's Tesla and da Vinci), I have loved Leonard as a character ever since I realised he was gay. Allow me to elaborate. As I was recently re-reading Jingo, I noticed a line that went something like 'He started drawing how The-Going-Under-The-water-Safely-Device could be improved, piloted by a muscular man who was not overdressed'. And just like that, a couple dozen other off-hand comments slotted into place and I realized the homosexual truth. And I love this portrayal of homosexuality, because most books or movies or tv shows or fanfictions with a gay MC (or even sidekick) tend to have a storyline roughly equivalent to 'hey my name is [insert name here] and I'm GAY and I have a destiny to save the world and my family and my GAY boyfriend whom I'm dating cause I'm GAY and before I go outside I have to pick my outfit really carefully better go with salmon-rose-flutter pink cause I'm GAY and now I'm outside and I'm not very popular and this is my tragic backstory cause a lot of people don't like me cause I'm GAY and-' Yeah. This is not good writing. By barely mentioning anything, Pratchett somehow still managed to emphasise that a) homosexuality is one of your identities, not all of them and b) just because a story has a character who is gay doesn't mean that the story becomes about a character being gay.

Trev Likely: One sentence. Just one sentence. 'Hating people was too much work.'

If you actually made it this far, you are obliged to reblog. I'm sorry, but I don't make the rules. (Please?)

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cornbake · 2 years

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This got finished next. Pardon my slow ass writing. I have the other requests they are on their way very slowly cgxrxgh.

Fjord

The port towns were hard to live in, not only did you have to fight the other people in the town, but people from other towns and pirates. Port towns suck!

Now you didn't run with a crew or anything, but you did take some coin to beat up anyone that was your height. Didn't matter who it was as long as you got paid.

At least that's how it started.

How it ended is a different story.

It only took three months of beating up people for coins until you happened to beat up the wrong person, granted, it wasn't like you knew the guy. If you were being honest with yourself, you were proud it wasn't sooner.

You were far on the other side of town trying to lay low when a duo started to cause their own bout of mischief. The blue tiefling led the charge as the half-orc attempted a very poor job at telling her to stop. As much as you know you should have stayed out of it, you just couldn't stop yourself from running in and bashing someone's kneecaps in with a bar stool.

The satisfaction in the crunch you heard after was nothing you could ever find a replacement for. Boy does violence solve every problem.

You were just about to go for the next guy when you felt a strong hand pull you up by the scruff of your shirt.

"Little street rat coming in here thinking they could get some coin from this fight? Heheh." So maybe you really should have stayed out of this fight.

"Hey, now fellas. Let's not bring a kid into this. We can talk this out like a respectable gentleman." You look to see the half-orc trying to ease the Dragonborn that was holding you.

"And if I don't? Whats stopping me from smashing this runt into the bar?" The sleek smile on this overgrown lizard's face must have made the half-orc uneasy. Yet you grew too bored of conversations, you had an answer for this scaled beast.

"My foot in your face!" Swinging your body up, you deck your foot right into his jaw making him drop you to nurse it.

Landing you take off toward the door with the half-orc and tiefling in tow. The shouting behind you was drowned out by your laughter as you ran blocks away before ducking into an alley to catch your breath.

"I told you Fjord! We would be fine!"

"That's not the point, Jester. Look at-" the half-orc, which apparently followed you, held his head in his hand.

Rolling your eyes with a playful smirk you walk back to the entrance of the alley. You looked to see if you were followed while the other two talk out where they were to go next.

"Well, where do you think they want to go?" You turned to look at the tiefling Jester confused.

"They aren't coming with us, they have their own parents to get back to-"

"How about we hit up Zadash? Heard they have a nice arrangement of coin purses to pick from." You give the half-orc a wink before shaking his hand. "I think we are going to be the best of friends, Fjord!"

Grog

You will admit, you are small. You are squishy. And you are not very good at fighting.

So how you got into the problem you did was so beyond you. You happened upon a mugging on your way to the book store and well you just booked it out of there. However, your opponent happened to be everything you were not.

Hanging by the collar of your shirt desperately kicking your legs. The dark chuckle from behind you.

"Sorry, kid. It's nothing personal, just the wrong place, at the wrong time." You felt the blood drain from your face, you would have passed out too if it weren't for the loud roar coming from somewhere else.

If you were being honest, you might have fainted for a few seconds. Then next thing you remember was opening your eyes to the slight pitter-patter of rain on the stone side street that you were currently sitting up from.

The ally seemed cleared out, with no people and no objects that haven't been crushed to bits.

A spike of fear runs through you at the thought of whatever did this. You remember the roar from before, something animalistic while still being human. The thoughts of what this could be kept you frozen to your spot. Any movement making you jump out of your skin, even when you shifted slightly in your spot you feared the creature would come to get you.

Had it been hours? Minutes? You had no clue. Your paralyzed self couldn't focus on making sense passing of time.

No matter how the time, the creature that had attacked the man that had you seemed to be making its way towards you. The sound of booming laughter and large booted feet causing you to shrink further into yourself.

"You should have seen their faces! Haha! I've never seen anything that scared!"

"Yea, well, seeing as your likely the biggest thing in this small town I'm not that surprised."

You watched as a small gnome and a large half-giant pause in their walk.

"Hey, I think you missed one." A purple-sleeved arm gets pointed over towards your balled form. The larger one scratches his head, thinking back to his fight.

"Nah, I think this one was getting beat up by the other ones..." he walks closer to your shrinking form. "Its kinda cute. Hey! Scanlan can we keep it please!"

"Ugh, no Grog! You know what Vex will say! We won't hear the end of it!"

"Aw, but it's just a little guy." You felt a meaty hand pick you up almost like a kitten. The smile in his face growing ever bigger the better he sees of you.

"You're gunna scare them! Grog! Put them down!" The gnome marches over to scold his friend.

"Just for dinner?" The half giant pouts.

"Ugh! Fine! But if Vex complains it all on you!"

Jester

You were a hazard waiting for your chemical reaction to set you off. Granted, you were mindful to never go too far, yet the repeating tricks wore on your mother to the point of needing a nice long break. Your father was less than happy to have you over unexpectedly. His glass vases and priceless artifacts are not yet put away from your destructive path.

You were holding dear to your roughened leather backpack. The only thing of yours that seemed to hold together no matter the nightmares thrown at it.

"Hey! Hope you're ready for a fun time kiddo! I've got some work to do still but you can hang out in the backyard." His hand places itself carefully onto your back, leading you with a gentle force.

"Do you think I could have a snack? Like some cheese and crackers?" The door nearly closes before your dad could tell you he'd be back with something.

The closing of the door left you to yourself once more. Looking over the plain garden, rubbing your wrist where your silver bracelet sits, there wasn't much to do. You could play in the garden, work with the flowers. Maybe some bird watching or looking at the clouds.

You had no one else to play with, no toys left out, only room for you to do as you please by your lonesome.

You walk over to one of the tall fences, sliding down to sit. Looking up to the sky at the looming clouds.

Knock knock knock!

You nearly jumped to your feet at the sudden noise on the scarred wooden panels at your back.

"Is someone over there??" Finding a hold in the fence, you look through to see a near pink eye staring back. "Omg! Hi!! My name is Jester!! I think your my neighbor or something."

You feel a smile creep to your lips, "Hello! I didn't think my Dad had any neighbors."

"THATSYOURDAD?? Omg omg omg... he's like a huge stink face!" You chuckle at the childish name, "One time, I went to his door and knocked on it and ran away and he called the guard! I mean, it was only like, 3 am!"

"He tends to be pretty strict, yeah." You could hear a chuckle come from somewhere behind you.

"You should, like, totally come over and hang out with me! We would have so much fun." The first time in the conversation with Jester you frowned.

"I don't think I should. I've never really been allowed outside of my Dad's or Mom's house." The shifting on the other side of the fence makes you panic slightly, did you scare them off already? You really didn't want them to leave just yet. "B-but! I would love to have more conversations with you! I don't have many other people to talk to and you seem like fun!"

"I would love to talk to you more! And one day, I promise I'll help you see the world!!"

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You and Jester had been fence buddies, as she likes to call it, for the better part of your stay with your Dad. She liked to talk about her Mom and her friend Artie, the elaborate pranks she would pull in his name both worried you and excited you. You could swear you've even seen some of her Traveler iconography appear around your house.

You loved forward to ever one of her visits,, not because you had someone to talk to, but because you had someone to listen to. She would talk for hours, not once telling you how difficult you are or telling you how much of a pain you can be when you mess up. She would just talk about anything and everything just to you.

While she never minded leading the conversations, you had talked about your life a little as well. Yet no matter how many times she might ask, you had never told her why you couldn't go outside into the real world. The silver on your wrist always burned when she asked, the subtle reminder as to why.

One day, as you take a plate of sweets you had made for the two of you, the fence seemed very quiet. You knocked and called out to your blue friend yet no matter how loud you called you never got an answer in return. Every day you would return, yet no one but an abandoned green cloth would be there to greet you. No one ask you if you had any jokes to tell or even excitedly tell you about her latest pranks, despite you always getting anxious. You would wait and wait, yet no one would come to greet you. Only the green coak would stay with you as you sat alone.

While waiting one day, you happened to be woken up by a gentle hand.

"Pssst, wake up! We have get going before we get in trouble!" You rub the sleep out of your eyes as the blured blue shape drags you along with her.

"Jester? Where are we going? Where have you been?" You wrap your thin coat around yourself further.

"I'll explain everything later! But right now we both need to leave!!"

"But my Father-" Jester cut you off with a harsh whisper.

"He is an asshole and we are leaving!" Her face was mixed with anger and pity. You weren't sure as to why but you let out a quite "okay" before following her outside if the city. The green mist of a man making sure to cover your trail.

#critical role fanfiction #criticial role #critical role & reader #vox machina & reader #mighty nein & reader #fjord stone #grog strongjaw #jester lavorre

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thecolordemon · 4 years

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Short story: Belphegor kills MC

This is a angsty and sad short story about the MC during their dying process after Belphegor hurt them so bad...

⚠️��Angst, Sadness, mentions of blood, wounds and death❗⚠️

Title: "I forgive you"

The nightly silence in the House of Lamentation was broken when Belphegor pushed you against a huge vase. The fragile object crashed to the ground and shattered into million pieces. The fragments on the black marble looked like spilled stars and there was a strange beauty in it. But you couln't care less about it right now because you couldn't breath. The marks which Belphegor's rough tail left on your sore throat just seconds ago were bright red and the sensitive skin was on fire.

You fell to the ground after your harsh collison with the vase and a painful gasp left your lips when the sharp shards burried themself deep inside your pink flesh. The pain was hot and jolted through your whole body like a lightning bolt. Crimson copper oozed from the many jagged wounds inside your palms and colored the floor like red rain. Your breath hitched in your throat and inhaling air was like swallowing knifes down your trachea. It felt like a hot blade sliced right through it and the pain made you feel nauseous.

Belphegors laugh ringed inside your ears from the room behind you. Sounding like a dark curse. "You humans really are foolish, idiotic, weak creatures, aren't you?" His evil snicker dripped from delight and you could hear his footsteps coming closer. "It's your own fault if you trust a demon. Don't blame me for your current situation, MC." His sing-sang voice scared you to death and you tried to crawl forward and away from the door. Away from the gates of hell... "That's all your fault."

But your hands couldn't carry your own weight and that's why you collapsed on the ground again. The adrenaline throbbed inside your ears and the sharps just pressed in further. Shakly you robbed forward and tried to get up on your knees. The fragments cut all through your clothes and left hurtful cuts all over your arms and legs. Some of them even sank into your kneecaps and made you cry out in pain.

Right at this moment Belphegor's long tail shot forward and wrapped itself around your left calf. All it needed was just one strong pull and you were on the ground again. Belphegor stood in the doorframe, all tall and drunk with power, when he dragged you over the black marble, over the the whole mess of broken glass and towards himself. He laughed like a maniac when the cutting continued and you cried because of the stinging pain. Being dragged all over the sharp shrads felt like you were being dragged over jagged gravel. Your legs already started to bruise from the impact before. The demon towered above you like a predator above it's prey and the sadistic grin on his lips bared his razor-sharp teeth.

"You smell delicious, you know that? Your blood really makes it even more fun." Now you laid right in front of his feet and his tightly wrapped tail cut of the blood supply to your leg. It already started to tingle and to feel weirdly numb. "Please-" you begged and the words stung in your throat, your voice being nothing more than a raspy whisper. "Please don't do this-"

"Oh MC, begging will get you nowhere." Belphegor kneeled down next you and grabbed your chin harshly. His dark, pointy nails burried themself inside your flushed cheeks and they drew blood. The smell of iron filled your nose and made your stomach twist with desperate protest. Tears watered in the corners of your eyes and dribbled over your flaming hot skin. Belphegor grinned and his rough tongue slid over your overheated flesh, catching all of the tears. He left sticky stripes of saliva on your right cheek and grinned even more when you crunched your nose in disgust.

"Who do you think you are to make such a face..." He licked over the red stains of blood that oozed down from your abused face. "You should be more grateful towards me, MC..." Suddenly his fist shot up and hit you violently on your right eye. You screamed in pain but he covered your mouth to shush the noise. He wanted to enjoy the show and he did not want to be interrupted too early. The hammering pain made you quiver and you were sure you heared some of your bones crack. You couldn't even see rigth with the eye anymore. Everything was a pounding, hurtful, black and red mess-you were pretty convinced that all the blood vessels in your right eye did burst because of the impact of his fist. But you were still losing tears.

Belphegor laughed louder as he examined your face closely. "Such a fragile creation! Useless! Utterly useless!" He laughed uncontrollably and his shoulders were shaking because it was so strong. His lilac eyes were those of a madman and he let go of your face with a painful twist of his wrist. His tail loosened a little bit and you were able to free your leg. You pulled yourself up but because of the lack of proper eyesight it was hard to keep a solid balance. Within mere seconds you grabbed one of the bigger shards and threw it at Belphegor. The demon flinched and dodged the thrown weapon which caused him to back away into the room from where he came.

Without looking back you stumbled away as fast as possible. The fear blinded you and all your nerves were on edge. You could hear him roaring viciously and staggered around the corner of the next floor. The pain was nearly taking over your body but you had to move further!

I can't give up- I can't- If I stop,I'll di--' Your legs gave in and you fell to the ground. The glass splinters pierced nerves and, muscles and caused your wounds to vomit even more blood. Like an hurt animal you crawled over the rough carpet beneath you. But you had to get up again-otherwise-

"YOU'LL PAY FOR THAT!!"

The blank anger in Belphegor's voice triggered you so much that you got up again. Fear can be a motivation-. You could feel a strange mixture of tears and something else dripping down from your abused eye and had to struggle with the feeling of throwing up. "-help-" you breathed out as you stumbled rashly along the never ending floor. "Somebody--help-" The beast was approaching. His thumbing steps were coming closer and closer within seconds. Furniture crashed behind you and a broken picture frame missed your head with mere inches/centimeters. You limped faster and wanted to scream but just as you opened your mouth, a heavy and powerful body smashed you to the ground.

You hit your head very hard on the black marble and again you heared a sickening cracking sound. You could feel something running down your neck, how something agglutinated your hair... You blinked dizzily and had a hard time to stay conscious. Your whole head was overwhelmed by the hot and dull throbbing pain and little black spots danced across your, already bad, vison. The heavy creature on top of you was growling dangerously and the monstrous shadow fell on your demolished features. It was hard to breath-

"I'll kill you, you know?" Belphegor's voice was a dark snarl and his teeth grazed the sensitive skin on your throat so carelessly that he drew more blood. "I'll will erase you from all the three realms and your soul will perish-" His hot breath made you sick and your weak attempts to push him away from you failed miserably. The power within you faded faster and faster... You wanted to say something but the words were like lava, heavy and gooey-You couldn't even understand them yourself.

"Don't you dare to look away MC! I want to see your eyes when their light fades away-" He laughed maniacally and grabbed your jaw violently. His nails dugged deep inside your chin and you could feel them claw over the bone beneath the skin. The hammering pain got more awful as his other hand slid to your hips to hold you in place. You tried to kick him away but your legs weren't listening to you anymore. His tail twitched threateningly above his head like a agressive snake and whipped through the air. It was hard to focus on anything else but the thickening atmosphere around both of you. The danger was so present, that it seemd like you could cut it with a knife. Belphegor hold your head in place with the other hand and his eyes glistened crazily and were glassy. It seemed like he wasn't there anymore...Like something overtook his body...

That wasn't the demon you knew-

"B-Belphie---pl-please-" you breathed. "Shh...don't waste your last breath, MC!" he replied happily. This was the biggest fun he had in years...He longed for this! "We were friends-" You could taste iron in your mouth. "Oh no. We never were friends. You're just a toy that I mobilized for my purposes." His lilac eyes pierced your dizzy vision and his long tongue curled in excitement. "I trusted you-" you whimpered. "Bad thing to do...Good bye, MC." And with this words he pierced your soft body with a harsh snap of his tail.

You wanted to scream but the only thing that left your lips was a sore whimper and a deep, aching breath of air. It felt like someone knocked the wind out of you and your lungs screamed in terror. Belphegor's tail was burried deep inside the pale flesh of your body and when he pulled out, he left a deep, bloody hole. Your heart went on a rampage and pumped the blood with all it's remaining energy through your veins. Calling out for help... It was like your heart was crying. It cried red tears of broken hopes and shattered promises, tears of despair and a lost love...

You didn't knew what hurt more...The fact that your life slowly faded away into the dark or the horrible reality that you've been so wrong about Belphie? Your hearbeat got weaker...you felt kinda cold and breathing in felt like inhaling razor-blades. "B-Belphie-" The demon above you frowned at your desperate whines. "Don't call me like that!" That was a thing only his twin was allowed to do, just him and nobody else! "You know nothing, you hear me? Your death means nothing to me! You're just like every other human being in this world."

Now, with your physical form broken, he tried to hurt you otherwise. And in a way more personal way. He was aiming for your psyche. He tried to break you in every possible way. He showed no mercy. He had no mercy. He was a wild beast driven mad by hatred and bad treatment. You winced and tried to calm your breath. "If-my death means nothing-then why are you-so eager to kill me anyway?" Belphegor blinked in confusion. "What's--the difference?-" You managed to look the avatar of Sloth right into his eyes. He stared at you like you insulted him. You could see his thoughts wild'n behind his head. He tried to find a valid reason. He tried to think of a justification why it would help him to kill you.

But there wasn't a valid reason. You helped him. He knew that. Without you he would be still stuck in the attic-locked away from the world like a caged animal. "Can't you see that you became the monster that Lucifer feared you could be?--" You coughed and spit blood all over your lips. Your breath lacked of power and the words sounded pretty slurry. "Shut up-I'm not a monster-" You interrupted his denial. "You are. -but that's okay--" You closed your eyes and hot tears poured over your lashes and cheeks.

You cried harder. "I forgive you-"

Belphegor's eyes widdened in shock and his fangs grew even sharper. Anger darkened his face like a dark cloud. "NO! YOU CAN'T FORGIVE ME! DON'T YOU DARE!" He grabbed your wrist and twisted it back in a sharp motion. Your bones cracked under his strong grip and you screamed in pain when he broke every single one of them. Your hand fell limp. Belphegor growled hatefully into your face. "You.won't.do.that!" His pupils were narrowed strongly and that made him look even more crazy.

This was his perfect moment, he wouldn't let you ruin it!

"You're nothing! A mere human like you does not have so much power over me! No one has! Your dumb and naive! Your dumb and naive if you think your stupid little words affect me!"

He was going insane. How could you not hate him?! How could you not beg for him to stop this torture?! Why were you still undermining his authority even though you were dying?!

You cried more and couldn't stop yourself from feeling sorry for the him. He was so lost in anger, so lost in his own mind that he lost all references to reality. "I forgive you, Belphie--"

"NO!" he roared and trew you across the whole floor. Again you hit your head hard but that didn't make such a big difference anymore. You were feeling awful anyway...

Belphegor kneeled on the floor, several metres away from you, crouched over and quivered like hell. His whole body shook from his jagged cries and his hands fisted into his bluish-grey strands of hair. His nails clawed over his face and left red stripes. He was fighting against himself, against the effects your words caused. It was like you put a spell on him and he tried to fight it off.

You were laying on your side and watched him apathetically. The blood colored the whole upper part of your uniform and stained the floor with it's red puddles. 'That's it...' you thought to yourself. 'It's going to be over soon...I am alone...'

That's when you heared a familiar sound.

Someone was talking-no...Lucifer was talking. You could here his voice growing louder as he came closer. He seemed to discuss something with Mammon. Powerlessly you rolled over to the other side, so that you could look down to the floor beneath you. You were lying on the balustrade on the second floor from which two stairs lead downstairs. Through the little pillars (that supported the railing)you were able to see Lucifer and Mammon coming closer. As you thought, they were busy with discussing something. Both of them totally clueless about the fight of life and death. That was your chance-

"L-Lucifer-" Saying his name was so exhausting... "M-Mammon-" They stopped right underneath the big chandelier but not because they heared your little pleas of help.

"-help-"

Lucifer spoke. "Mammon one last time, I'm not participating in your omnious bets. You'll lose all the money again because you do not learn from your failures." Mammon scoffed. "I'm not dumb, of course I learn!! It was just bad luck!"

You trembled and felt a strange cold approaching you. With your last ounce of strength you grabbed the railing with your good hand and pulled yourself up. It was hard and you had to balance your weight from one abused leg to another. Your body begged you to give in, to fall asleep-to give up-but your mind told you to keep on fighting. Now you were able to look down at Lucifer's raven hair and Mammon's white head. You were so close-

"Lu--cifer-m-mammon-"

One single drop of blood dripped from your chin and fell all the way down. You saw everything in slow motion. The little red drop brushed over Lucifer cheek and landed on his black shoulder pad. Mammon flinched and looked up. Lucifer did the same. When both their eyes land on you, you felt safe for a little moment.

Mammon smiled. "MC what--" He stopped right away when he noticed your terrible state of condition. His smile disappeared and turned into a shocked expression. All the color left his face and he looked like he saw a ghost. Lucifer's eyes widdened in shock, his mouth hung a little bit ajar.

Tears streamed down your face and the salty liquid mixed with blood and cold sweat. But you smiled powerlessly. They would help you-

"--thank yo-"

Suddenly something big appeared behind you. Before you could do anything else, claws digged deep inside your back and threw you over the railing. The next thing you remembered is that the whole room was rotating wildly. It all went so fast. You couldn't even scream. With a loud crash you fell to the hard ground.

Lucifer saw everything in slow motion. Your abused face, painted with dried blood and steamy tears, how hopefully your eyes lightened up when they noticed you, your broken hand which you pressed close to your body like a hurt little lamb...and Belphegor, his youngest brother, as he appeared behind you and hurled you over the balustrade like a doll.

Your fall was endless. But he couldn't do anything. But one thing was for sure. He would never forget the sound your body made when it crashed into the black marble ground. Your hair sprawled out around your head like a fading halo, sticky with blood and nearly all of your limbs were twisted in a sickenly wrong way.

Before Lucifer knew what to do, Mammon already started screaming in terror. "MC--NO--HELP!!!" He ran towards your body and crouched down beneath you. His screaming alerted the rest of his brothers and fast steps were coming from every direction. They all gasped in shock when they saw you laying there. You breath came in thin little gasps and you couldn't move. Everthing hurt so bad...at the same time you felt nothing at all. The crystal chandelier twinkled like a planet made of stars and mirrored your horrible reflection. You really looked awful...

That's you? The bloody mess with a smashed eye is supposed to be you?

Satan, Asmodeus, Leviathan and Beelzebub stared at you in shock. They couldn't move. They couldn't breath. They could just stare at you. Speechless. Hopeless. Clueless.

Lucifer fell to his knees and tried to stop the bleeding. He pulled his gloves off his hands and his long, slender fingers touched every cut, every bruise and every stab wound. "MC--stay with me-please-" His eyes were glassy with tears as he tried to heal the wounds but you already lost to much blood. Mammon sobbed. "MC--"

Belphegor stood on the balustrade and watched the whole thing going down. Pushing you over the edge seemed like the last possible thing to do. He watched how Lucifer failed to stop the bleeding and how your eyes wandered aimlessly over the ceiling. Your chest rose and lowered slower and slower with every passing second. Mammon cried loudly and hold you into his arms trying to protect you. "Dont do this MC-please-YOU CAN'T DIE!!"

Mammon's scream shook everyone to the core. You hiccuped blood and tried to say something but the red liquid drowned the words ruthlessly. Beel had to come forward and pulled his older brother to his chest. The big demon trembled and Mammon fought against his grip-screaming loudly and calling for help. But Beelzebub didn't let him go. He had to protect him. He had to protect MC-

Lucifer couldn't hold his tears back and he cried without any shame. "I'm so sorry MC--I'm trying b-but it's-it's not working--" Your eyes landed on his and he let out a shaky breath. You knew.

You knew you were going to die.

Lucifer embraced you in his arms and he pressed your fragile, abused body to his chest. "Please--someone--get Diavolo-he'll know what to do-he-" His voice broke as he lost his fight against the tears again. Diavolo was Lucifer's last hope--his only hope- After all he declared his loyal devotion to the demon prince. But he wasn't there. Diavolo wasn't there. And he wouldn't make it in time. Lucifer knew that. His brothers knew that. But it was impossible for him to just sit here and watch his beloved MC die in his arms-He had to do something, he-he is the oldest! He has to fix this, he has to find a solution, he-

"l-lucifer-"

His eyes shot back to you. You had lifted your good hand and managed to softly touch his cheek. Your fingers smeared blood all over his skin and the contact made him flinch. "-I'm sorry-" you whispered in a very thin voice. "I-should have-listened-to you-"

His hand found yours and Lucifer sobbed desperately. "MC-stop-don't say that-"

"it's--all my fault-" you explained with rasping breath. It was harder for you to focus your vison and big black spots interrupted the sight. You could feel your own life slipping through your fingers.

"-I'm-so grateful--for everything--you treated me like family-you welcomed me-I'll keep you in my heart-forever-"

Everything was going strangely numb...

You heared distant cries. They were from all the brothers. From all your beloved demons. You felt bad for leaving them. You felt bad for making them cry. You whished you could see them one more time.

Lucifer kissed your fingers softly and held onto you like his own life depended on it. His hands were shaky and he tried to keep his voice calm when he answered you.

"I love you-" he hiccuped and the tears streamed down without a stop.

Everthing was starting to black out.

You smiled sadly. "I--love you too--"

Your heart stopped.

"I---forgave---him---"

Your breathing stopped.

Your thoughts stopped.

Everything stopped.

Your hand fell to the ground. Lucifer could still feel your last touch lingering on his blood-smeared cheek. Time stopped.

And he screamed.

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ag3ntl3vi · 3 years

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Kenma Kozume X Male Reader | “Fighter” | ☁️

I wrote this out of boredom at like, 3AM.

Word count: 2,345

Trigger Warning: Fighting, cursing, blood.

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Such bullshit, you thought as a group of violent alphas glared up at you. You clicked your tongue, swinging your prized metal bat off your shoulders, slapping it loudly against your palm.

"You're such a nuisance," you grumbled.

"Us?! You're the one spreading their pheromones like a whore!" The self-proclaimed 'leader' spat, venom lacing his words. You rolled your eyes, moving your body into a fighting stance.

"Yeah? But aren't you the shitbag who touched that omega chick without consent?" You lowly growled. The alpha faltered, giving you your answer, before snapping back to reality. "She asked for it! Practically begged! Her scent-!"

"Her scent, what?" You took menacing steps forward, pushing your bat under his chin aggressively. You were relatively tall which made you intimidating along with your mean features but you weren't feared enough to be spared violence due to your second gender, and Omega. You could easily be mistaken for a powerful Alpha from afar.

You were born with slanted, glaring eyes and a harsh resting bitch face, so you could understand why people tended to avoid you at first glance.

Your eyes glared with pent up rage as you lifted your bat above your head and brought it down on the shitty alphas shoulder.

A sickening crack echoed through the empty alleyway, the alpha gasping in pain before another blow from your knee slammed into his chin. He stumbled back onto his ass, gripping his shoulder pathetically.

"Your scent is disgusting," You grimaced, waving your hand in front of your nose.

"Get them, idiots!" He whined loudly. His goons charged you a second later. Swiftly, you dunked under one's metal pipe, kicking his gut and pushing him off his feet. You dropped to the concrete and quickly knocked another's ankles from under him, swinging your bat over your head (hitting someone's chin in the process), and bounced it hard against his soft belly.

You rolled over but was forced back by a shoe to your cheek. You hissed, looking up before having your silky locks fisted and your face smashed into a hard kneecap. You gasped as blood oozed from your nose.

You forcefully shook off the pain and grabbed your offender's wrist and with a burst of short-lived power, swung him over your head and knocking him out cold against the hard floor.

You laid there for a hot second, staring up at the baby blue sky. There weren't any clouds, you noticed sadly.

You were tempted to fall asleep but you were sure when the sad excuses of alphas woke it wouldn't be pleasant for you.

You knew the scene looked horrible to an unknowing eye, but you couldn't bring yourself to give a single shit.

You sighed and picked your slightly bloodied weapon up to lazily toss it over your shoulders, walking to the entrance of the alleyway.

Though, surprisingly, you had bumped into someone. It wasn't your fault you couldn't see him, you had the worst vision. You furrowed your brows internally, you needed to see an eye doctor soon.

The guy you bumped into bristled like a startled cat, taking a short step back as he clutched his Nintendo DS close to his chest. You glared down at him.

"Ah... Sorry," He muttered, lowering his eyes to the ground. He glanced down the alley at the sound of a pained moan.

You scowled at the noise, releasing a loud sigh through your nose.

"No, sorry. I wasn't paying attention." You quietly said. Kenma nodded slowly, looking back to his gaming device, not caring too much about the very obvious fight that had just ensued.

"You play Animal Crossing?" You asked, recognizing the soft music instantly.

Though shocked a guy like you knew the game, Kenma nodded again.

"Cool, me too. Give me your name," You said smoothly, though internally you were ecstatic someone else played the game.

That's how you met the pudding haired boy. After exchanging your contact information, you went your separate ways.

You texted Kenma first.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

I want to play COD. Do you have it?"

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma

yeah. whats your gamertag?

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

DyNaMiTe.

Don't ask.

To: (Y/n)

From: Kenma

I won't.

Let's play.

To: Kenma

From: (Y/n)

Oh, btw, do you have a mic?

After adding your new friend on the Playstation, you connected to a call and played several rounds of COD before you got bored of slaughtering random enemies.

"Let's play Mario Kart," You stated.

"Okay," Came Kenma's short answer.

You ended up playing until sunrise. You had to admit, the bloodshot eyes and sore muscles were worth it. Kenma was a surprisingly good player and you could say with confidence he was now a gamer buddy.

More time passed since you met the setter, but he knew deep down it was only a matter of time before he was forced to introduce you to his childhood friend. As of now, he was thankful he told him very little about his newfound friend.

The more you hung out with Kenma at school the more open he became, giving you longer answers rather than his short, to the point ones. Sometimes he'd call you randomly at night requesting you play Animal Crossing with him and everyone else had gone to sleep.

It was a lie. Kenma didn't have any other friends, but he wouldn't admit that anytime soon. He had to go when a loud voice called for him to get his ass to bed, though you weren't sure who it was. Maybe his dad? But he sounded young. You shrugged it off, it wasn't your business anyway.

A week later you and Kenma sat on the roof of the school. You took a large bite out of a thick sandwich layered with meat and cheese. Kenma favored a neat bento his mother made him the night before. Occasionally, you'd glance at his teriyaki and whine. It took a while but the blonde finally gave in, holding a ball of meat in between his chopsticks towards you.

"You wanted one, right?" He muttered, avoiding eye contact. You grinned and sloppily took it from him, thanking him as you chewed. Kenma grimaced and wiped at the corner of your mouth with a napkin.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, idiot.." He whispered.

Aw, look! He's being nice~ Your inner Omega swooned. You pushed down a blush, though Kenma could've sworn he saw a thin layer of pink dusting your cheeks, though he couldn't tell due to a large bruise. He brushed it off.

More time passe. As the days increased so did the bruises, cuts, and even a few stitches. Kenma had noticed you being pulled out of class through the window of his classroom but never really questioned it, assuming you were skipping with your friends.

He couldn't have been more wrong.

"You're fucking joking," You muttered, staring at that shitty alpha from a few months ago standing in front of your classroom. He had innocently claimed his teacher needed to talk to you, something about your grandma's passing or some bullshit excuse. Your grandmother had been dead for three years.

"Come along now, (Y/n)," He whimpered sadly, patting your shoulder. "You wouldn't want anything bad happening to your little blonde pal, would you?" He whispered dangerously in your ear. You allowed him to lead you out of the classroom.

You glared, growling. "You're bluffing," You accused, crossing your arms across your chest.

He raised a brow. "Am I? I have a buddy in his classroom, all I have to do is get him to bring your pal out. He doesn't look like a very strong alpha..." he trailed off, a sick grin pulling at his cheeks.

You cursed under your breath, an image of Kenma's small, shy smile crossing your mind. No way in hell would you let this dickbag of an alpha touch what's yours.

Mine. Your Omega growled loudly.

Ours, You thought back.

You would protect him all you could.

After school Kenma went to volleyball practice, per normal, but you weren't waiting for him when he left his classroom. Normally you would pick him up and walk him to the gym then wait on the side of the gates where Kenma would make up an excuse to walk home with you instead of Kuroo.

He furrowed his brows, confused. He checked the bathrooms on his way to the gym, not seeing you. Did you get sick? He made a quick stop at the nurse's office, asking if you had gone home. She shook her head, claiming nobody had gone home today.

As nervous as he was, he made his way to the volleyball court, changing into his proper shoes. As little as he normally played, he couldn't get his mind off you. He had a sinking feeling something was very wrong.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, he had started to develop feelings for the taller Omega. He had denied it for a while, but he had soon come to terms with it. What was the point in acting like they weren't there? It would be there anyway. He couldn't act like his heart didn't start to pound in his chest every time he saw you or how worried and protective he felt when he saw a new bruise or cut on your body. He felt butterflies when you laughed at your victories in first-person shooter games or that childish grin you got when he caved and let you have his teriyaki at lunch.

"Kenma!" Kuroo called, jogging over. Kenma hummed, looking up at the raven.

"Are you alright? You're more out of it than usual," Kuroo asked, his brows knitting together worriedly. The blonde bit his lip, looking down, to the left and right before meeting his gaze again.

"You.. Know that guy I told you about?" He muttered.

Kuroo raised his eyebrows. "The one you're madly in love-" Kenma yelped, slapping his hands over his mouth quickly, his face exploding into a red blush. "Sh!" he hissed.

Kuroo smirked behind his friend's hands, giving them a wet lick. Kenma gagged, jerking his hands away and wiping them violently on the rooster haired male's black shirt. "Gross..." He whined.

Kruoo laughed, rolling his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, I know the guy. What bout him?"

The setter sighed, voicing his concern. "He wasn't here today to get me," He started. "He didn't text me he was leaving and it looks like he's getting.. hurt more often." His voice dipped into a whisper as worries and anxieties flooded his brain. Something wasn't right, he just knew it.

Kuroo hummed, tapping his finger on his chin. "Have you asked him?" Kenma shook his head. "You should," Kuroo gave him a long stare. "I don't see why you haven't."

Kenma opened his mouth, then closed it. "I don't know." He said. "Somethings wrong," He looked down, shuffling his feet. "Really wrong. With him."

An overbearing scent caught his attention. Faintly he smelt the omega's natural scent, pine, and fresh campfire.

"Find him," Kuroo smiled. "I think there's something between you two, more than a bro-bro relationship." He teased. Kenma blushed, wasting no time in changing into his outdoor shoes and Volleyball jacket before he bolted out the door. He zipped the red jacket up to his chin and smelt the cold air, searching for his crush's scent.

He ran to the gates of the school and made his way to the empty park. It was concealed by the thick forest and thicket, but the unmistakable smell of him.

He pushed through the thorns and sniffed the air. His smell was strong, he was close. A heavy feeling of anxiety and excitement settled in the pit of his stomach as he broke through the bushes.

Kenma's golden eyes caught sight of a figure hunched over in a swing and he jogged over.

"(Y/n)?" He asked. You flinched at his voice, as comforting as it may have been to you, you lowered your head, your hair blocking your face.

Kenma's nose picked up on a dreadful, and disgusting scent. Blood.

"(Y/n), what happened?" He lowered himself to the dirt, looking under your bangs. "Please, look at me.." he muttered, reaching up to brush the hair away from your face.

You sniffed and looked up, tears brimming your narrowed eyes as blood dribbled down your face from a large cut across your temple, your nose, and busted lip. Your knuckles were a bright red, dotting with blood. A tear slid down your cheek and you hurriedly wiped it away, jerking your head aside.

"It's nothing," You growled. Kenma narrowed his eyes, standing up.

"It's not." He said.

"It's nothing, Kenma." You whispered, smearing the blood across your face when you rubbed your sore nose. "Just a stupid fight."

"(Y/n), talk to me," Kenma muttered, glaring down at your hunched form. "I can't help if you don't fucking talk to me, you know." You winced at the harsh curse. The shorter one didn't cuss often, only at games when he lost a hard round or when he was pissed.

"I said it's nothing, drop it." You hissed, your (e/c) orbs piercing into his honey eyes. He held your stare sternly.

You caved.

"Someone threatened to hurt you if they didn't get revenge. They wanted a punching bag for a while. In exchange, they'd leave you alone. Satisfied?" You huffed childishly.

Kenma gaped at you.

Had you really gone and got yourself beat to a pathetic lump all so he was spared a little pushing around?

When he didn't answer you took a breath.

"I'd rather be a human punching bag than allow the guy I love to get hurt," You grumbled, holding your breath. Yeah, fuck you, you knew what you were saying. You were low enough and if the setter didn't return your feelings the internally bruising would heal with your external cuts.

"The guy you love?" Kenma whispered. "You... Love me?" he stared at you, slightly wide-eyed. You nodded stiffly.

"Me too."

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: ̗̀➛𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙞 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙘𝙝𝙞 ?

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─꒱ in which we peak into how jujutsu kaisen characters handle their child on a daily basis。

─꒱ feat. gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, kugisaki nobara & itadori yuji

─꒱ warnings ; none

─꒱ notes ; suddenly i’m having jjk as parents brain rot after a night of reading megumi smut

─꒱ JJK AS PARENTS PART TWO

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─── ➴ GOJO SATORU

꒰꒰ he’s a great dad trust me, spoils his child like no one’s business. you want the entire set of the haikyuu manga and crunchyroll premium? give him five minutes to purchase them. want front row tickets to see nct in korea? yeah, he’ll get it for them and thats plane tickets on first class

꒰꒰ but don’t get me wrong,,, he’s a doting father but sometimes it might be just too much.

꒰꒰ for starters, mans gotta know where their kid's heading on a daily basis. gotta shot him a text that heading to shibuya with your friends or taking a flight to okinawa or hokkaido. he just wants them to be safe !!

꒰꒰ expect him to text his kid almost every time he’s out buying anything. he’d be all the way in osaka, they're in class they will randomly get a text from him if they want uncle rikuro cheese cake or kuidaore taro pudding.

꒰꒰ not to mention !!! he will text you it’s an emergency and they have to call him, a matter of life or death situation. knowing he’s a shaman, he could die but there’s like a percentage of a chance that could happen, it's percentage rivals how fast he can activate his expansion domain. which isn’t much. but when they pick up the phone, he’s just gonna ask the. which top would look better or say there’s a hot deal for these sweets across the street and if they wanna go

꒰꒰ his favourite thing to do it probably embarrass his kid in front of their friends. maybe. yeah. baby pictures and all

꒰꒰ if he has a daughter his father radar is SO high. a boy gives even a glance her way, he will probably threathen them. spoils her with so much it even HURTS to look at his bank account but he's rich so ;;; takes her out shopping and half his camera roll is photos of her or selfies of them

꒰꒰ if it's a guy, he will cheer him on every time a girl confesses his love for his son. probably even gives him condoms and tips but you didn't hear that from me. with no doubt gloat to his students how amazing and manly his son is, takes him out on missions when he wants and goes sweet store hopping with him

꒰꒰ if his child returns home crying for whatever reason, a boy broke her heart or someone beat their kid up for doing the right thing;; bitch gojo is gon beat the shit outta them no cap

꒰꒰ he's the dad every teacher flirts with at parent teacher conferences, and the dad every girl in the friend with has a crush on

─── ➴ FUSHIGURO MEGUMI

꒰꒰ amazaing dad, but probably should work more on the expressing it to his kid area

꒰꒰ he won't spoil them rotten like gojo, but if he sees its something that they truly want and sees that it's of use or valuable, he will get it for them because he wants to see his kid smile

꒰꒰ he's not big on affection, probably a hug time to time and an appreciation pat on the head. if his kid falls he would just crouch down and ask if they need a hand, or is their baby girl starts crying he'll pick her up into his arms and pat his head

꒰꒰ if he has a daughter he would be reluctant to go shopping with her, but he does like the fact that his kid is smiling and showing him her outfits. he better have a say as well if there's an attire that shows to much skin, he just wants the best for his girl. if a boy looks her way with a look, he will emit an aura enough for the boy to piss his pants

꒰꒰ if his kid is a boy, you bet hes gonna teach his son to beat up half the delinquents up the area too ‼ he has so much trust in his son, they would spar sometimes and he would take him on to missions. he sucks at giving advice, probably around the words of 'just be yourself?' he won't show it but he's cheering for you

꒰꒰ he's a chill dad, if their kid ever forgets anything at home and he's off to drop it off at school, he would be a bit reluctant cuz why did they forget it to begun with, but he's gonna do it anyways <3 the one parent that everyone calls pretty

꒰꒰ he'll text his kid basic and short messages, a how's your day or do you want anything from here kinda texts when he's out on missions. he wants to be sure that you're given enough space to be yourself within his reach

꒰꒰ fushiguro screams like the type of dad that would have a family photo in his wallet. i just find that cute and UGGH yes <3

꒰꒰ if his kid comes home crying, he's going to immediately comfort them. bad test or shitty day, he's gonna be slightly awkward but he'll take them out for their favourite food or arcade

꒰꒰ he's also the typa dad that will check up on you before he goes to bed or when he comes back from a mission, when you're all asleep just to make sure you're safe

─── ➴ KUGISAKI NOBARA

꒰꒰ listen,,, listen, kugisaki is a bad bitch mother and it radiates that energy

꒰꒰ if she has a kid, she's gonna raise them to be the baddest bitch in all of tokyo, in all of japan if all i care. she gives her kids credit for even trying to beat gojo up, but if they can't she's still gonna be happy if they tell her they kicked a guy's kneecaps in for taking their lunch money

꒰꒰ a little reckless, her parenting methods are a bit questionable but like its kugisaki here, she does whatever the hell she wants. her kid falls to the ground? don't cry pussy, get up you're better than this

꒰꒰ kugisaki's that mother who probably buys take out food every friday, or takes her kids out to a mf buffet only to tell them to pay for her because she gave birth to their ungrateful asses

꒰꒰ she's the most chill mother out there, all her kids' friends probably want to be adopted by her because she's fun and knows how to kick ass

꒰꒰ if she has a daughter, definitely wants them to be famous instead of a shaman. she wants to see her kid rocking those magazines or fuckin it up in movies or j-dramas, so she got rights to stroll through the red carpet as the most beautiful mother

꒰꒰ if she has a son, definitely will end up making him into a loyal, bad boy who knows how to drink his respect women juice on a daily basis. the son who also get absolutely wrecked by his own mother in smash bros. doesn't matter how old kugisaki is, she would still be able to beat her son even if he's a first grade shaman

꒰꒰ if her kids come home crying, i bet you she'll only scold them. she'll ask why the hell you crying over this guy/girl, they're way low of the standards and are not even it. she would convince them that they're so much better (?) to make them feel good about themselves. and then she'll probably head lock the kid to crush on a better person

꒰꒰ she's the type of mother who wouldn't sit down to talk to her kid often, sometimes she also socks at communicate like fushiguro but at least she knows it. she would be the type that would comfort her kid by bring food ( typical asian parent shit tsk iykyk )

꒰꒰ she's also that type of mother when they tell her that someone makes fun of something to the point that their kid is broken by it, she will get out that car and pick at fight with the kids, and then wipe their ass on the floor, and the mop the deck with their parents

─── ➴ ITADORI YUJI

꒰꒰ this man is the personification of a fun, chill and laid-back father

꒰꒰ he would be the dad that would wake their kid up in the morning so they're not late, pack their food or bring food to their school if they forgot to bring any

꒰꒰ he doesn't really spoil his kid, but you bet he'll take them to fun places like arcades, escape rooms and even go street food binging. definitely would have a movie marathon too

꒰꒰ if he's back from a mission early and near the school his kid goes too, you bet he's going to catch them by the end of school just to walk home with them and take about his mission

꒰꒰ he's the kind of dad that wouldn't mind if they're swearing around the house, but they gotta watch their mouth still, he doesn't want them to be as bad as sailor nor does he want them picking up nasty habits

꒰꒰ if his kid is a girl, he will give her space and room for anything, be it needing some time alone after a bad test or constantly wanting to go out with her friends to get her mind off things that he might not be able to fix. he doesn't mind going shopping, definitely would give an opinion to any outfits with a thumbs up. takes pictures with his daughter on any shenanigans they do together and send them to his group chat with kugisaki and fushiguro

꒰꒰ having a boy, he would want to play sports with them and go on missions. sometimes they would go to the arcade to try the punching game to see who has the highest and then bet the lower pays for food after. he likes giving advice, even though it won't be helpful or will be, he's gonna say it either in hopes that it'll be brought up in their head in any moment they're in

꒰꒰ he's the type of dad that has a selfie of him and his kid as a lockscreen i jUST KNOW IT

꒰꒰ if his kid comes home crying he will be so worried. like whats wrong, what happened, who hurt you, does he have to punch someone?! he's going to pull them into his arms and take them out for food, maybe even a walk. he's they type to want to cheer them up no matter the situation, and probably when they're all good and dandy, he will personally talk to solve the root of the problem behind their back

꒰꒰ when there's something to be settled, i bet you that they settle it with a game of rock-paper-scissors out five ‼‼

─── ➴ SUKUNA ( BONUS )

꒰꒰ what makes you think this man wanted a child, if he did have one ; probably either got it killed during the heian era or he killed it for his superiority complex </3

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chastainromanova · 3 years

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burn notice sentence starters (season 1)

add names and change pronouns as needed.

❝ If it wasn’t for me, you’d be buried somewhere in the dessert. ❞

❝ A horror story diplomats tell one another around the campfire. ❞

❝ Sure you can because you don’t want me to tell your friend there about the jobs you did on the wrong side of his border. ❞

❝ Shall we shoot them? ❞

❝ A surveillance photo can tell you a lot about the photographer. ❞

❝ The door was locked so i broke in. ❞

❝ You’ve been in the business way too long when you recognize the sound of a .45 caliber over a phone. ❞

❝ The body count would be a bit too high. ❞

❝ Yeah blocking punches with your face, real effective. ❞

❝ Until you figured out who burned you, you’re not going anywhere. ❞

❝ There’s nothing like a smashed kneecap to remind ____ who his/her/ friends are. ❞

❝ Every other spook is an arms dealer, it’s not a bad gig ❞

❝ I know violence is foreplay for you it isn’t for me. ❞

❝ If I needed a beautiful woman to mess up my life, I could do a lot better than ____. ❞

❝ Apparently I’m more valuable alive than dead. ❞

❝ If you recall my cover was blown, leaving notes it bad trade-craft. ❞

❝ You ran away in the middle of the night for my benefit or yours? ❞

❝ Okay, I need a beer. ❞

❝ You have unregistered weapons in a stolen car. ❞

❝ Save me? I don’t need saving. ❞

❝ But I promise you if I’m not satisfied I’m going to kick your ass. ❞

❝ You do the best you can. ❞

❝ You’re a bounty hunter now? ❞

❝ A girls got to eat. ❞

❝ You know these nsa guys they’re like ghosts. ❞

❝ I need you to reach out to your black market contacts, the scarier the better. ❞

❝ So I might get to go home soon? ❞

❝ Clandestine meetings are never fun to arrange. ❞

❝ Torture is unreliable, as you know. ❞

❝ I’ve never seen you wear anything but men’s shirts to bed. ❞

❝ The ones with the big buttons are easier to undo. ❞

❝ You got my number, tell me where and when. ❞

❝ Do you have any coffee? ❞

❝ I’ll take my chances in D.C ❞

❝ Corporations need spies just like governments do. ❞

❝ I don’t know ___ would have a nine-pine dimple lock. ❞

❝ You need to get to the mark for death part. ❞

❝ There comes a time when you have to walk away. ❞

❝ I know I can be passionate but I’m good at what I do. ❞

❝ Is this a tactical observations or a personal one? ❞

❝ You’re doing armed sit ups, I’m worried about you. ❞

❝ It’s a wonder spies ever get close enough to kill each other, isn’t it? ❞

❝ Suspected doesn’t count. ❞

❝ I don’t know but whoever they are they’re damn good. ❞

❝ Without knowing who they are, hard to say. ❞

❝ I know how to lose a tail. ❞

❝ Spies hide guns like squirrels hide nuts. ❞

❝ It was like a 15-year-old Pontiac, I did the guy a favor taking it. ❞

#rp meme #sentence meme #inbox meme #sentence starters #rp memes #ask meme #starter meme #roleplay meme #writing prompt #rp starters #rp sentence starters #indie rp #spy rp #burn notice #*mine: memes

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one-boring-person · 3 years

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You Two, Outside, Now

The Lost Boys x reader

Warnings: bad language

A/n: Happy New Year! Thank you to everyone who has shown me any support this year, it's meant a lot!😊💛

Requested By: @theghostof-myndi

Masterlist

David should've expected things to go badly, he really should've.

A few weeks ago, (Y/n) had asked them to come to her's for New Year, so that they could celebrate together, and, obviously, he'd readily agreed. Of course, he'd briefed the other boys on how to behave, particularly Marko and Paul, who were already sharing cunning smirks when they first heard her ask them, though it was highly unlikely that they actually listened to him. Watching them now, he really should've known better.

Marko and Paul have made it their duty to subtly mess with the poor girl, who is currently sandwiched between the two of them as they all watch a movie together. The two of them each have a hand on her, one on her thigh, the other on her shoulder, the vampires leaning in to mutter and whisper things into her ears as the film plays out, uneasy giggles leaving her every now and then as she acknowledges them to stop them from continuing. From his spot on the armchair across from them, David can easily hear the daft and sometimes lewd things that are said, some of them so bad that he has to bite back growls of outrage.

Dwayne shoots him a look as one particularly inappropriate thing is said, the brunette clearly trying to communicate something to his friend. Having known him long enough to know what he means, David nods at him tightly and gestures for him to do what needs to be done.

"So, (Y/n), shall we have dessert now?" The tall vampire asks pleasantly, smiling at her as she sighs gratefully.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. I'll go get it." She says, attempting to climb off of the sofa, only to be pulled back into the embrace of the other two, who whine in displeasure.

"I'll come with you." Dwayne proposes, standing from his seat and helping her from the clutches of the other vampires.

David watches as they leave the room, before getting up and stalking over to the two vampires on the sofa, grabbing them both by the lapels and pulling them upright.

"What did I tell you about behaving?" He practically spits at them, jerking them roughly to convey his anger.

The two exchange amused glances, the both of them bursting into laughter at the sight of their leader basically fuming from their actions.

"We are behaving." Paul chuckles, giving David a false look of innocence.

"Yeah, I don't know why you're so angry, man." Marko chimes in, biting his thumb as he lifts it to his lips.

"You know full well what you're doing. Cut it out, or there'll be consequences." The platinum blonde growls, shoving them away from him and going to sit back down again.

The sound of footsteps coming down the hall interrupts the three of them, the approach of (Y/n) and Dwayne not going unnoticed by the two mischievous vampires, who share a single glance.

"Don't you dare try anything." David snarls at them, his blood boiling when Paul ignores him and goes to stand behind the door, giggling quietly to himself.

Standing again, David moves to intercept him, hoping to hell that Dwayne is coming through first, another growl escaping him as he watches the next few seconds play out.

Irritated, he has to fight the urge to drag Paul out by the ear as he watches the tall vampire jump out at the unsuspecting girl as she walks into the room, the painstakingly prepared dessert in her hands going flying as she jumps in shock. With a loud crash, the plate of food smashes to the floor, chocolate and cream spreading everywhere even as the shattered pieces of ceramic from the plate do the same.

A tense silence descends on them, no one making a sound as all eyes are focused on this new mess. David can feel his anger quickly mounting, his eyes flashing yellow in fury. This only increases as he then becomes aware of the sniggering of Paul and Marko as they attempt to laugh it off. (Y/n) has yet to move, but David can tell that she's struggling to cope with whatever reaction is trying to get out.

"You two, outside, now." David barely hears himself speak, his quiet voice laced with angered authority.

Expressions becoming serious, Paul and Marko finally seem to come to the realisation of what they've actually done, the former going to speak, trying to apologise. He doesn't get that far, the two vampires suddenly finding themselves being dragged from the room by their ears as David strides forwards and takes control of the situation. Going to the backdoor, he opens it and throws the two of them out, following the stumbling vampires as they struggle to right themselves.

"What the hell is wrong with you?!" He snaps at them, getting into their faces as he lets his eyes flash yellow again, his fangs pushing at his gums.

"We're sorry, David, we didn't mean for it to get that far-" Marko starts, biting his thumb nervously, doe eyes wide.

"Didn't mean for it to get that far?! I told you not to be like that! I wanted this to work out for (Y/n) like it should do, but instead you two have gone and fucked it all up! Why can't you just take a night off pissing me off for once? Why?!" David yells at them, feeling his frustrations coming through in his tone as they cower back from him.

"We're sorry, man-" Paul goes to interject, apparently guilty for once.

"It's not me you should be apologising to! It's (Y/n)'s New Year you've ruined!"

Neither of them say anything, keeping their eyes trained on the floor in shame, waiting for David to continue his tirade.

"Go back in there and apologise to her! And if you don't stop behaving like kids, I'll personally take a stake and drive it through your kneecap repetitively for a month!" He threatens them, gesturing for them to go back inside,

Swallowing, the two quickly re-enter the house, followed by a bristling David, going to the lounge, where they find Dwayne and (Y/n) cuddling on the sofa, the latter looking up at them as they walk in. Under the watchful eyes of their leader, the vampires take turns apologising.

"I'm sorry for messing around with you, (Y/n), I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable." Marko goes first, his hand moving up as if to bite his thumb, only to think better of it.

"Yeah, I'm really sorry for scaring you and making you drop the plate. I only meant to make you jump a little, which in hindsight is pretty stupid anyway, so I'm very sorry." Paul adds, rubbing the back of his neck.

(Y/n) regards them for a moment, before a smile breaks out on her face.

"It's ok, you're both forgiven, on the condition that you clear up the mess you made." She points at the fallen dessert on the floor with a grin, winking at David knowingly.

Paul and Marko are quick to run and find cleaning stuff, leaving Dwayne, (Y/n) and David alone. Smirking, the girl turns to look at them both.

"It's like raising two adult toddlers." She remarks.

David scoffs.

"Tell me about it."

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#kiefer sutherland #paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#santa carla #marko(the lost boys)#star(the lost boys)

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my-whumpy-little-heart · 3 years

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Kneecap Day - Floyd

(better title TBD) This piece is in celebration of two different events! First of all: happy kneecap day to @brutal-nemesis! Thank you for the inspiration this event has given so many of us. Second of all: this is my happy anniversary piece to the Persistence series, which I posted the first part of last year on this date! I seriously can’t believe this story has been in progress for so long already, and thank you to all of you who have supported me through it. Alright. Without further ado, here’s the masterlist for everything else, and this happens further in the future than anything I’ve already written, the closest being the branding.

Content warnings: creepy/intimate whumper, suggestions and implications of dehumanization (not quite the purpose, but just to be safe), dislocated joints and realigning them, starvation mentions, and general cruelty and unfairness. ————————————

Mud splattered all across Floyd’s backside when he collapsed from the sheer dizzying force of the slap.

“You get on your knees when you’re told,” Percival snarled, leaning over him and pulling on the leash as he scrambled to sit up. “There is no hesitation. There is no unspoken question. There is no disobedience. A direct order is to be followed immediately, you understand?”

“Aah, I understand- I understand I just- sir, please, the ground is muddy here-”

“Do you think I’d tell you to kneel if I didn’t know what the consequences would be?” A tilt of the head, a rhetorical question.

“I was- I was acting in your best interest, I promise,” Floyd shuddered at his words, but he couldn’t risk anything else. This was his decision to obey, get off easy for the time being, make it through this as quickly as possible, and minimize the consequences when it was finally over.

“You think you know better than I do now, Benedict?” Percival smiled, humor dancing in his eyes. “Oh, dear, I know you’re not that stupid.”

“No! I… these clothes are- they’re so nice, I wanted to show you- I- I’m-” He couldn’t spit out the ‘grateful’ fast enough, but his tormentor understood well enough.

“And yet you’ve gone and ruined them.” Percival sounded disappointed and Floyd flushed in embarrassment, but there was something else in there too. Frustration stirred at the unfairness of it all.

“I’m sorry!” He really was.

“If you loved them so much then maybe you should’ve steadied yourself after a single slap.”

“You- you ha-aven’t let me eat in three days! What did you expect?!” Anger seeped into Floyd’s voice, but he couldn’t be bothered to stop it. Percival bristled at the change in tone.

“I expected a little more respect toward the hand that chooses to feed,” he snapped, “especially since allowing you to kneel would have been a generous mercy, had you taken the opportunity. I’m sure neither of us wanted you to collapse today, and yet here we are.”

“Maybe I wouldn’t have fallen if you actually gave a single damn about me!” Floyd yelled, voice cracking around the curse he knew he shouldn’t have said.

“Oh? You don’t think I care for you, is that it?” Venom pooled in Percival’s words. He sank down, straddling Floyd’s chest and letting his own knees sink into the mud. A rough hand cupped his cheek.

“I… I-”

“I’ve taught you more about yourself than you ever could have figured out on your own. I found the potential within you that you never could. I am making you, Benedict Floyd.” He paused as the man in question shuddered against his grip. “Don’t you think that’s caring enough?”

Before he could even register the tension, Floyd snapped. He smacked Percival’s hand off his face, shoving frantic elbows into his chest and kicking wildly until he slid free, scrambling back as far as the leash would allow. Even then he pulled back against it, settling into an unsteady crouch and meeting Percival’s eyes again.

He saw the mounting fury there held back by careful patience, but Floyd wouldn’t have been able to hold himself back even without that hesitancy. Words bubbled up and spilled forth faster than he could find the strength to control them.

“Right, right, because that’s all you see me as, isn’t it? I’m s-something for you to control, to teach, to- to parade around like-” he sobbed, unable to breathe or speak for several seconds, “-parade like a fucking- fucking animal, and you’re so goddamn proud of yourself-”

“Hey now, I-” Percival warned, and Floyd cut him off.

“You do not get to make me. You don’t- don’t deserve to make me. You don’t know me, you never even tried to- to- to talk to me... you saw the potential I had and... decided that’s all that I am.

“I have tried- so hard to find myself. Have you- have you ever lost yourself before? Have you been told that your body is not your own, you are worth only as much as you can work, you are not worth the investment of basic necessities, and- and- you don’t understand. It took years to understand I could be something. Something more than what I was made to be. I took the time, I-I found my truth, I had only just begun living it, and I spent far too long lost in my own mind to just let you pull me under again.

“You hurt and hurt and hurt and you say I’m learning, that I’m- I’m better off, that I’m good for you! The only thing I’ve fucking learned here is how much hurt I can bear before I black out, how hard you can push me before I break!

“...you... you broke me, Percival, sir. Is that what you want to hear? Is that what you want from me? Do you- do you want to know that you’re the one person who has hurt me the most, finally pushed past my limits?

“F-fine, then. Look at the mark you burned into my chest and know that everything you’ve done has broken me beyond belief, and- and you’ll probably do it all over again and I can’t stop you. But when all is said and d-done, don’t you fucking dare believe for a second that you built me.”

...the world held still for a few, blissful moments where Floyd felt good. Percival’s eyes narrowed and he did not turn away, did not flinch, did not fall to his knees.

Percival approached and Floyd rose shakily to his full height, swaying with the dizziness that took him, but standing his ground. When he came face to face with his captor, craning his neck up to see him fully, Floyd didn’t step back up against the wall waiting for him. He didn’t have to.

Percival shoved him up against it himself, a hand on his forehead to keep his head grinding painfully against the bricks while the other held him in a choking embrace, pulling the leash down between his shoulder blades.

“Hmm, such a pity. You could have looked so much prettier for your backslide. If only...”

“What-hgk!” A jerk on the leash silenced him as Percival kept on, anger darkening his tone.

“Did you really think all that just now was how you’d been this entire time? Just a free spirit locking himself up of his own will until he could run free again? I didn’t see you slipping shackles over your wrists or heating the brand of your own free will, did you?

“None of this has been a choice for you, Benedict. You fail to see that just because you didn’t recognize something doesn’t mean I didn’t do it. And you have to understand that, no matter what you think, if you aren’t controlling my actions, then you aren’t in control. I broke you, yes, but I’ve also built you up in ways you will only realize when they come to fruition. And when they finally do, you will thank me for what I’ve done.”

“Fff-fuck you,” Floyd sputtered, a last, hateful resort.

“...in any case, I’m not sure you’re even worthy of kneeling at my feet right now.”

Percival’s foot connected with his knee and it buckled immediately. Floyd gasped and fell, but the leash held his limp body up as Percival kicked again, repeatedly smashing metal toes into his battered knees. Pain tore up his leg, flaring with each subsequent kick and suddenly something was wrong. A sickening pop ricocheted through his body, and his vision went white when the next kick did the same to his other leg. He couldn’t scream, he couldn’t breathe, but he was finally allowed to crumple to the ground.

A hand in his hair righted him, briefly him leaning forward on bent knees that he could hardly feel through the blinding agony. Percival was saying something that he couldn’t hear over his own screams, throwing him on his back and holding him down by his shoulders as he writhed.

“Stop, stop stop- hAAAHH! Off, get off get off it HURTS!”

He felt hands on his legs, pulling them flat against his struggles until he went limp and darkness nearly claimed him. Floyd faded in and out of consciousness, gasping for breath around whimpers and cries, somehow finding the energy to shake his head when Percival ordered him to submit.

A foot smashed down on his knee and he lost himself in the pain, coming to when a cold touch smacked across his cheek. Percival’s muddy hand smoothed back over it--that was certainly going to bruise at this rate--forcing a shiver through him.

“Nnh, nnhhh-“ he groaned, still weakly trying to throw off the people holding him down.

“Really?” Percival sounded so far away now. “Are you really going to throw away all our progress just like that? Just for some sad, prideful ideal?”

“Wh- hhhhnn… what progress?”

“Oh come now, you can’t deny all the work we’ve done with you. You said it yourself already. I broke you, and I’ll do it again.”

“Yehh- yes, I- but- hhhhh-“

“My darling Benedict,” Percival said, voice in his ear now, a low murmur that made his blood run cold, “I don’t think you understand the predicament you’re in right now. I could leave you like this, you know: leave you to starve with your legs twisted completely out of place, and make sure nobody will ever find you. I could ruin your legs permanently, drag you everywhere else for the rest of your miserable life. I could make this so, so much worse. Is that what you want?”

Floyd almost forced himself to nod, but he was trembling in fear, breath hitching at the mere thought of anything like that…

“Y-you wouldn’t.” He made himself to swallow down cries, slur out weak defenses. “Would nhh- would never. Like me too much f’r that.”

“Oh, I bet I could stop liking you long enough to get the job done. Don’t doubt that, sweetheart.” A warning in a teasing, lilting tone. Floyd was too out of it to even question if that was the truth. “I’ll ask again. Will you submit to me and take back those words, or will you accept one of my many alternatives?”

Tears slipped from the corners of his eyes as he squeezed them shut, lips pressed together to hold back the refusal on the tip of his tongue.

“I… I’ll s-submit, sir.”

Percival didn’t give a response, humming affirmingly and running a wet hand through Floyd’s hair, the other still resting firmly on his shoulder.

“Emil,” he called out to one of his crew members, probably nearby, probably one of the ones holding Floyd down, “how are you feeling?”

He slipped out of coherence again before he could catch the other man’s response, only vaguely aware of the people moving and shifting around him to make room, the person crouching over his legs, placing careful hands on his knees, feeling the dislocation in each one.

Floyd snapped back to consciousness when he felt a strong presence grip his knee, a horrible sensation that became a grinding, moving pain until something clicked. The pain died down immediately, now only a throbbing soreness. The invasion left for a minute and he basked in the slight relief. Then it was back in his other knee, moving, pushing against his will, and snapping into place again. Floyd let out a shaking sigh, the effects radiating through him so much more bearable than what they had been just previously.

“Thh- thank-” Floyd snapped his mouth shut, finally registering what he was about to say on instinct. He was too slow, though, as he heard Percival’s delighted laugh above him.

“Only proving my point for me, Benedict. Come on, we’ve still got plenty to get done today. We’ll continue this conversation later. In private.” The twinkling smile as Percival pulled Floyd to his shaking feet was as comforting as a threat, and it really might as well have been one at that point.

Floyd tilted his head into the hand settled over the back of his neck, rubbing right under the collar where the feeling was near heavenly, and tried to pretend it was a choice.

He wasn’t sure he’d be able to live with himself otherwise.

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