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heartidylla · 11 months

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𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑳𝑰𝑽𝑬 ; LEON KENNEDY — OVERVIEW

summary ; introduces you, elias and charlottes past, connections, & parents.

paring ; leon kennedy x f!reader

word count ; 1.4k

pronouns ; you (2nd pov)

warnings ; mentions of abuse

your memory of the first day you were pronounced a commander of squad nine is extremely foggy within your already tangled mental state. your father, the head of a group within some fragment of the governments military, had started to train you into becoming the perfect leader since you were able to talk.

you didn't — and probably won't ever understand why he would ever structure the traits of a soldier into the mind of an innocent child who only wanted to focus on learning how to color in the lines, maybe it was because he needed to get his mind off of the horrid things he seen during his time of service, or maybe it was simply out of the cruelty that grief brings due to your mothers early passing; either way, you couldn't ever question his character without a punishment.

you never referred to him as dad, father, or anything of the sort. it was mostly silent nodding for the past 21 years of your life since it never felt like he was your dad. he was more like a higher ranked official that you had to respect or you'd be running sprints around the building.

adding onto that point, you never were able to watch movies, eat popcorn, and just laugh with him. it was always training, and you never understood what you were training for.

that was, until you met her.

charlotte levine, the daughter of a higher up within the company of umbrella. the first time you met her was when she had been undergoing a classified procedure.

the moment your fourteen year old eyes looked through the one way window, you felt a sickness build within your throat. she was strapped into a chair, looking lifelessly out into the distance. her brown eyes were dull, and she truly seemed dead which completely contrasted her raising and falling chest. she looked tired — extremely tired at that, as if she had been sucked out of life during her years in this secluded section of the building.

you quickly took notice to the scars on her wrist due to just how tight she was confined. it seemed like they were petrified of her — or whatever she could do to them. she had messy brown hair which didn't seem to be maintained for awhile, but if it was her hair would fall to medium length.

she probably hadn't been given the opportunity to take a shower either which even the thought of not having that privilege caused your chest to tighten. honestly, you didn't blame her for the way she expressed herself either since you've heard about her past before.

she had started these procedures when she was a newborn. her cold father had ripped the mother of custody with his intimidating stack of money in his bank account. he promised the court that she would have a better life with him. what a load of shit that was.

though, it goes to show how the fucked up court system will side with a man before any woman as if we are some kind of lying idiots who don't know what to do, how to continue, or where to go when we finally break free from an abusive relationship or a traumatic experience caused by a man.

just like you, she wasn't treated like a daughter either. unlike you, she had always been stuffed in a cage or simply a box when she was a newborn. there would be caretakers who would come by and take care of her needs, be a mother figure to her. most of them, if asked now, would say she was a nice young girl who had been taken advantage of. however, you'd never be able to ask that because they're dead.

the moment she was able to do everything on her own, your father and board of others (which included her father) decided to cover their tracks and have them all executed.

it's horrifying to think about how easy it was to come to the conclusion of murdering the women who had been so nice to her, and even worse to realize that they did it in front of her.

you were assigned with a boy, elias ledford, to watch over her while the adults attended to their studies on her next procedure to becoming whatever they wanted her to be. truly, you didn't even understand yourself since you were completely left out in the dark about what exactly they had planned for her future.

you never tried to talk to her due to the fear of your father being displeased with your efforts; however, elias did. he'd talk to her a lot, continuously blabbing on about everything to her.

at first she'd never talk back, but you truly think she liked hearing him speak. nobody even took the time and effort into doing anything before, so you were certain she had to of liked it slightly.

however, during the first couples months she'd just stay in her dark corner which always seemed to be the safest place for her in the prison cell, and yes, it was a prison cell for her.

as time went on, the closer elias and she had got. though, it wasn't any of your business so you stayed out of it. you weren't one to ever want to make friends because you hadn't ever been given the chance to truly think about life outside of training. not once had you ever gotten a moment to just do whatever you wanted.

all of that changed about though, the day your fathers plan blew up in his face — all of the threes parents plan had completely turned upside down on them. the virus they had produced in order to "heal" people faster hadn't come out as they expected and it spread to the public.

hell was that day for you since your father had been on edge he expected you to do everything with the squad nine. squad nine is a group of three: you, charlotte, and elias, who are the umbrellas last standing line of defense.

you and elias were suppose to keep everything in check, and charlotte would be forced to listen to your commands and eliminate all those who posed a threat to the name of the company.

as soon as the red lights had flickered throughout the dark hallways, you and elias were quick to rush to the direction of charlottes cell. however, when you got there she had already pushed open the metal bars enough for her to slip through.

she looked up at them, eyes dull as ever. "i'm leaving, you either come with or die here." she sternly speaks which was the first time you had ever heard her hoarse voice. it sounded like she hadn't ever spoken before, or at least not for awhile. without a single expression on her face, she turned around and began to run down the hallway.

elias was the first one to follow, perhaps he wanted to leave just as much as she did. he always kept everything that has happened to him a secret, but he always had confided in charlotte for some reason. either way, it didn't surprise you how quick he was to run away from this shit hole.

honestly, you were just as excited to depart from it as well. your father had never gave you any kind of love — hell, you didn't even understand the meaning behind the word "love" anymore. you never even used that word when talking amongst your father — never.

he never did anything to achieve your love, or admiration for being a great father because he wasn't. he was a sick, sick man who traumatized kids for fun as he acted like the sacrifice of three individuals would be worth the income he'd and the others would get for their medicine.

that alone always irked you, building up within you for years on end. the constant thought that he — and the entire board, would do that to their own blood disgusted you. the disgust grew into rage which eventually evolved into hatred.

in response to those rapid distasteful thoughts about your father, you realized they were the only ones who would ever understand what you have gone through because they were apart of it.

they were ripped from their childhood just like you had been and they were the only ones who'd accept you because you only had each other while growing up.

a unfamiliar feeling rose within you as your lips curved into a smile — or at least what you call a smile since you haven't moved your lip muscles this way for a got minute before rushing after them as well.

all three of you, the ones who had been taken advantage of since day one, finally escaping this nightmare which only led to a newer nightmare.

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blueberryrock · 2 years

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Birthday Surprise.

Summary: with Steven and Marc's 37th birthday today, Y/N has decided to give them a gift they will never forget

Warnings: pregnancy and fluff really, the end might be a little angsty but it's very light, and it's 1.4k words

A/N i don't think i've seen anyone do something like this yet? Or i've just missed those fics lmao, anyways i just wanted some Steven fluff and so i wrote steven fluff! I left this open-ended because i'm thinking of making a part 2? But y'all would have to let me know if you want that. Enjoy!!

Rules, Requests, and More! (Pt. 2)

"You sure Marc doesn't want to blow out candles too?" Y/N questions as she places two colorful candles in the shape of a 3 and 7 in the middle of a round chocolate cake, her eyes landing on the excited Brit sitting in front of the cake. "Cause you could blow out the three and he can get the seven or I can just get mo–"

Steven's soft dark eyes quickly glance at Gus's tank before replying. "Ah no," he begins, his lip twitching into a slight frown. "He says he's not much of a birthday guy anymore."

With a small nod, Y/N makes sure that all the presents are in place while Steven lights his candles. Sliding into an old wooden chair next to him, Y/N smiles softly at him as she says "Happy birthday love!"

After blowing out the candles, they happily dig in. "Wow this is amazing love," Steven hums.

"It's just from a box," Y/N shrugs. "I would have bought one from the store but it was too packed, I didn't have much time 'cause of work either," she scowls, eyeing the darkness pouring into the small apartment. "Save some for Marc!" Y/N cries as she watches Steven cut himself another big slice.

"They'll be plenty left," Steven replies, dumping the large slice onto his plate and spilling a few crumbs onto the table.

"Hurry up and eat then," Y/N sighs, pushing her mostly eaten cake slice away. "I've got to find your last gift anyways, just don't make yourself sick! I am not cleaning that up." The legs of the wooden chair noisily scrape against the wood floor as she slides out of her chair, a small groan escapes Y/N, her feet carrying them towards the small bathroom.

Giddiness beings to fill Y/N as she closes the door behind her. Immediately turning to the small sink and opening up the cabinet, Y/N bends down to sift through old cleaning bottles and stacks of toilet paper. After a few back-aching seconds, Y/N feels a grin creep onto her face as she grabs the small white test she was looking for.

She didn't have time to wrap it today, but Y/N hopes that the red bow that she slapped on it the other day is good enough. Making sure the small cap is on tightly, Y/N holds the smooth pregnancy test against her arm as she stands and makes her way to the bathroom door.

As Y/N steps out of Steven's small bathroom, she can hear him quietly talking with Marc but immediately stops when his gaze falls on her. "You ready?" Y/N asks with an innocent smile as Steven watches her closely.

"Oh, yes!" He says, instantly grabbing for a small orange box with his name scribbled on it. Setting the small test in her lap, Y/N gives Steven a small nod and watches him tear apart the delicate polka-dotted wrapping paper. "Oh wow," Steven's voice filled with amazing makes a smile grow on her face.

"I didn't know they made more of these!" Steven pushes the wrapping paper away to reveal a Rubix cube, only, it wasn't a cube but a triangle roughly the same size.

"Oh yeah, they make a whole bunch of them," Y/N beams, enjoying the large grin on Steven's face. "That one's called a Piramynx! I thought that you'd like a new challenge and honestly your other one looks like it'll break any minute now."

Steven snorts softly at ther words, his gaze fully set on the piramynx in his hands. "I wonder how this one works." He murmurs as he turns the box it came in. Y/N's gaze moves from Steven down to her lap, fiddling with the small test in her fingers, nervousness bubbling through her as she eyes down the two strong red lines.

The sound of ripping cardboard brings her gaze back up to Steven, who had begun to start playing with his new gift. "Steven?" Y/N chuckles, watching him immediately set the Rubix triangle-down. "I had one more gift for you, well you and Marc."

Immediately Steven's eyes flicker to the still wrapped gift next to him, but with a shake of her head Steven shoots her a confused look. Looking down at the small test in her lap, Y/N forces a small smile through her nervousness as she brings up the test to the table, sliding it towards Steven.

"You....are...sick?" Steven cocks his head as he gently holds the white test between his fingers. His head immediately whips towards Gus's tank, no doubt being scolded by Marc.

"I'm pregnant love," the whisper of those words makes Steven drop the test onto the table, his eyes blown wide as they fall on Y/N.

"You're what!" He squeaks, pushing away from the table, Steven stands to his feet as one of his hands runs through his dark curls. "A-are you being for real right now?"

"Yes!" Y/N giggles, sliding out of her own chair. "I am!"

"B-but how," Steven sputters. "Well, I know how but umm, but w-when?"

Slowly Y/N moves to grab Steven's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before her gaze meets Steven's. "A week ago maybe? For the test at least, who knows when it actually happened..." Y/N tilts her head in thought. "Yeah, it must have been! I took at least three different tests last Saturday when you two were at work, you had come home so late that I thought I'd wait to surprise you today.....so surprise?"

"I–" Steven begins, his soft gaze glancing from Y/N's eyes to her belly. "I don't know what to say, love."

"Are you happy?"

"Of course," he sighs. "Of course I am, I just never would have thought this would happen!" A grin spreads across Steven's face as he meets Y/N's gaze. Immediately he scoops her up into a hug, squeezing her tightly until he quickly realizes he probably shouldn't.

"Oh, I'm sorry love!" He exclaims out of breath. "I just.....wow, me? A father? I can't believe it!"

"I know!" Y/N says with just as much giddiness in her voice as his. "What does Marc think of this?"

"Oh," Y/N's face falls slightly at the quietness in Steven's tone. "Nothing bad really, mainly 'cause he hadn't said anything besides calling me stupid for not realizing the kind of test that was."

Y/N subconsciously begins to chew her lip, she knew that Marc had parental issues but he never went on about them besides the quick "we just didn't get along."

A warm hand cupping her jaw makes Y/N jump, instantly she brings her hand to brush over Steven's. "I'm sure he is just as excited Y/N," he says with a reassuring smile, his other hand sliding onto her belly. "He just might need a minute or two to process the information."

"Right, no, umm," Y/N says, shaking the anxiety out of her. "You're probably right, it took me a day or so to wrap my head around it too. But I hope it was a good surprise though."

"It is indeed," Steven hums before placing a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead. "Now how 'bout we clean up the table and then throw a movie on eh?"

"Yeah that sounds great," Y/N nods as Steven's hands drop from her. As he turns toward the table to put the few pieces of cake that were left away, Y/N decides to throw away the torn wrapping paper, her eyes trying not to land on the untouched gift.

Her fingers slowly slide against the smooth metallic green paper, the gnawing anxious feeling returning to her as Y/N silently reads the scribbled name on the top of the gift. With a soft sigh, she sets it back down and tells herself not to worry.

Marc will be just as happy.

That small sentence plays in her head as Y/N wipes off the table with her hand, chewing on her lip as she reminds herself that it'll be fine. Steven's enthusiasm has to count for something right? Y/N turns to glance at Steven who was rocking on his feet as he cleans the plates they had used.

I need to stop worrying, Y/N's eyes fall back onto the old table. Marc wouldn't want me to worry anyway, too much stress for the baby he'd say.

Everything will be alright, he'd add.

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theodoradevlin · 1 year

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|Bathed & Bruised|

Summary: Sebastian Sallow x MC. Prefect Bathroom Shenanigans. Smutty Drabble at no particular point in time. Hurt/Comfort because life’s been SHITE recently and I could probably use some of it myself. So please accept this one shot as a result of built up life angst.

Also someone HALP …I fear I spend way too much time on the build up... but need to work on detail of the smut. So…maybe next time no build up and just smut LOL what a terrible excersice to try oh darn

Word Count: 3.4k

It had not taken Theo long to make quick work of those damned loyalists. There had been an irritating amount of them, but she had handled them all the same.

She had killed them all. Death had stained her hands in increasing measures as the weeks went on.

But it was to protect the school, she told herself.

She had to.

She didn’t let herself consider that there was some other reason she had become comfortable with that elephant in the room. The murderous side of her. No.. she wouldn’t think of that long. She couldn’t.

In the current moment, she didn’t know if it was late at night, or early in the morning by the time she got back to the castle. Luckily, she had managed to save enough Floo powder to travel from the coast back to Fig’s classroom, her battered body clumsily making immediate impact with the floor as she groaned.

An irritated scoff echoed in the hall, which she had anticipated to be empty.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” His voice was flat, and entirely unamused.

She heaved herself up on to her legs, only to see Sebastian laying on the bench across from Fig’s class room.

“Have you been sleeping here all night?!” Her incredulous whisper rang out in the hall, but not before Sebastian’s gaze snapped back to her.

“Have I been sleeping here all night? No. Mostly I was pacing a damn hole in this floor since I figured this had something to do with Fig, or some genius plan you hatched on your own, while failing to tell me. So again, no. I haven’t been sleeping much at all since you keep deciding to run off on your own and come back looking like this.” His equally incredulous whisper shot back at her.

Color rose to her cheeks in frustration as they regarded each other. As their eyes met, Sebastian paused to really look at her, his eyes turned hollow as they spotted a soft purple hue gracing her cheek. Blood smeared across those lips he had kissed only the night before. His exacting gaze took it all in, his jaw twitching.

He wasted no time making his way over to her in a direct line.

Instantly, his hands were on her. Gentle. Surveying the damage he could see, sick at what he couldn’t.

“Let’s go.” It wasn’t a question, but a demand.

Theo’s brows knitted together in annoyance.

“Go where? It’s nearly-“

He cut her off.

“Prefects bathroom is closest - and likely deserted at this time anyhow. So let’s go. You need cleaning up.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but when she did she felt the pang of pain from the bruise deepening on her cheek. Looking down, there was undoubtedly a multitude of blood stains crusting her clothes, some of it hers, some of it not. She had used quite a bit of Bombarda, and it had resulted in some rather explosive debris. Perhaps he was right.

“Fine. I’ll go. But afterwards, promise to stop fretting like an old nursemaid, Sallow.” Theo consented as he gently grabbed her hand, leading them towards the staircase. He didn’t even look back at her as he growled,

“I’ll do no such thing.”

Then, another deep breath, and then most in a most confused voice:

“Nursemaid? Really?”

They stalked along the edges of the corridor, as fast as her battered body would allow, Sebastian giving gentle pulls on her hand as he led the way. Before breaking into the faculty tower, he essentially forced the wiggenweld down her throat…but despite her protests to not waste it, it thankfully allowed her to breathe a little easier, mending what must have been a broken rib.

As they rounded up the staircase, he peeked his head up to see that there were no prefects around - the castle all still sound asleep, save the two of them. The absence of their sleep schedules, as torturous as it was during the day, seemed to open up an entirely new world at twilight.

He ushered her into the prefect’s bathing room, before casting a lock spell on the door to ensure that no one else would find their way in. They had another few hours before the earliest of morning birds awoke.

Theo leaned against the wall, breathing in deep, her eyes taking in the extravagant room, with its multitude of golden faucets, and tiled mosaic lining every inch of the blue and white walls…she had only been in here once before, to nab a Demi-guise. She hadn’t had the time to appreciate the way the light from the stars gleamed through the stained glass windows, fleeting across the cerulean bath water like fairy lights.

It was calming in here. She couldn’t be terribly angry that this is where he had brought her to.

Her head swiveled back to Sebastian as he slowly took his robe off, heedlessly letting it drop to the marble tiled floor as he rolled up his sleeves coming over to her.

He moved aside her hair to see that the bruises continued to flower across her jaw, neck. He inhaled.

What did you do to yourself, Thee?” He said, his voice clipped, broken, as if he couldn’t bear the site of her battered body any longer. His breaths were ragged as his fretting and gentle touches brushed against her cheek, her arms, pausing on each purple bloom of the bruises on her skin.

She noted the panic in his eyes. She had seen that need, the burn for him to protect. She saw it when he looked at Anne, during the painful bouts of her curse. She would not be another burden to him.

“I’m fine, Sebastian. Nothing I haven’t done before… I’m absolutely fine.”

It didn’t matter how many times she said it. He passed her a curt glare, and lowered himself to his knees to inspect closer.

His breath passed along her abdomen as she stilled herself against the coolness of the wall, in contrast to the heat of him so near her.

“Fine? I think you’re lying to me.” He accused her gruffly, as his searching hands went to determine for himself, undoing her buttons of her blouse, gently parting the fabric to expose the trail of cuts and bruises that continued underneath.

Her beautiful abdomen had been painted in an unforgiving litany of dark and angry colors.

“Dammit, Theodora.”

He hissed sharply, his eyes squeezing tight as he looked away, his hands gripping her on each side as if to hold himself up, but still careful to avoid the bruises.

She breathed shakily. His reaction to her was startling. Startling enough for her to realize she had been pushing herself so hard, that she hadn’t even realized the state she had been in. Not until she watched as it crushed Sebastian in front of her. How could the destruction of her body not make her feel the same? She had been so focused…

“Seb…I..I’m really okay-“

He ignored her pleas, leaning his forehead against the plane of her thigh. Her beautiful body. She was fighting a war for everyone but herself, and yet the only one taking the hits.

“You…You’re covered in more bruises each time I see you.” His breath was pained as it skirted across her lower stomach. She could hear how angry he was, and she didn’t know if it was at her, or at himself.

“It’s an occupational hazard…” She tried to lift the tension with a half hearted jest.

He gritted his teeth.

“Of what occupation, Devlin? Hanging around me? Or doing Fig’s bidding? Or of putting fucking everyone before yourself? How about you explain that to me? ” He snapped.

She stilled at the emotion in his voice. Her hand came up to his jaw, lifting his gaze up to her. In some ways, it could be mistaken for supplication. But she knew that couldn’t be possible. Not for him. Not towards her. Yet here he was. Kneeling in front of her, with fervor in his eyes as he looked up towards her.

She cleared her throat.

“…It’s not like that. It’s nothing that I can handle. You would do the same.”

He grimaced again at her words.

“Devlin - I swear you’re fucking wrong. Because this is something I can’t handle. I refuse to handle. You. Hurt. All the damn time….this is not something I can agree to handle. ” He breathed in admonition as his gaze reached upwards, she heard the strain in his voice, and saw the fear in those brown eyes that were near black in emotion as they gazed upwards.

“Ominis has told me you’ve been limping in the halls. Clutching your side in class. He had to help you up the stairs the other day when I was gone in Feldcroft for Merlin’s sake.”

He continued, breathless at the panic in his voice.

They stood there, as he remained on his knees, trying to force air in through his lungs

“I…” Theo swallowed again. Ominis had even been worried about her? She …she had been so busy with everyone…Poppy..Natty…Fig…she hadn’t even seen it herself. She hadn’t had a moment to. She didn’t even realize anyone had noticed.

As if Sebastian read her shocked expression, he laughed darkly, just once.

“You and that damn Hufflepuff need to put everyone first.” His eyes burned into her as he pressed a fleeting kiss to her stomach. “… I told you once. I’ll tell you again. I can’t loose you. I won’t. So please. Please. If for no one’s sake but your own - put yourself first Devlin… I beg you. You’re going to tear my damn heart out if you don’t tear yours out first from letting it bleed for everyone else.”

His pleas were murmured against her skin, but reached into her core and had her burning.

Gruffly, he stood, and his face was flushed. He gently shrugged off her unbuttoned shirt until it joined his robe on the ground.

“I’m going to take care of you, now.” He murmured.

Theo didn’t trust her voice to speak. Didn’t find it in herself to remind him that he always had taken care of her, anyhow.

His fingers unbuckled the buttons holding her skirt in place, then neither of them broke their gaze as the next piece of fabric hit the floor as well.

She slid off his own shirt, then tugged on his belt loops in protest of the layers of his own clothes that still remained.

As their last articles of clothing fell away, he led her slowly towards the bath, those doe eyes of his locked on her the entire way.

She shivered at the feel of the water as they sank in deeper, walking until it met her shoulders.

He brought her close to him, turning her as the warm water enveloped her muscles. She allowed her self to lean her back against his chest, his hands taking her arms, crossing his own over hers as he held her to his chest.

She shuddered at the weightless feel of the bath, of the blood and dirt slowly coming off her skin. Of the feel of his breathing against hers.

“Don’t let go.” She murmured deliriously at the feel of it.

He nuzzled her neck.

“Never.”

He drew up water in his hands, as he let it gently fall down her hair, smoothing it softly as he washed away any traces of the battle that was left. Her hair was always so curly, he forgot how long it actually was as the red tendrils spread across the water like a water nymph.

He held her like she was the most fragile thing, when he knew in reality she was the strongest thing he’d ever seen.

She allowed him to continue to rub the dirt from her face, her arms, inspecting every inch of her until she felt it all fall away.

He leaned in, pressing another kiss to her neck in reverence, and as the small moan slipped from her lips, there were multiple parts of his body that ached to take care of her.

He turned her towards him then, lifting her slightly up out of the water, backing them both up until she was arching against the edge of the tub. He pressed more kisses. She was his anchor. He was hers. He pressed a kiss against the darkest bruise. Against the scar he had helped heal across her abdomen.

His lips continued almost of their own accord, as he placed more pressing kisses against her stomach so intently that pressing she found herself letting loose a sigh.

“Ah..” She gasped softly, as he continued to press his doting lips on each mark, cut and bruise on her stomach and side, leaving no bruise untouched, shifting her up higher to grant himself access to her hip bones peaking over the surface of the water, just above the spot he loved most.

Her hands tangled gently in his hair as she enjoyed his fretting touches, her red wildly hanging in wet locks around her vision, and his brown curls dripping with moisture into his hooded eyes as he watched her.

“Mmmm…you know you make it hard to make promises to be careful when this is the welcome home I receive…” She murmured breezily as his fingers started to trail up her thigh, in tandem with his mouth trailing down her hips. Hoping to both meet somewhere in the middle…

“Mn.” At that most irresponsible comment from her, he gave her a gentle nip in warning against her thigh. “You’re missing the point, my dear Thee. This isn’t a reward. Don’t make me torture you instead - because I will.”

She had no doubt about that. A smile broke across her lips despite herself.

“I thought you were under the impression I did enough of that myself…?”

His kisses turned more relentless, as all of a sudden a finger parted her folds, slipping into her with confident and deft hands.

As she gasped against his palm, he chuckled darkly in agreement.

“You do..All heroes do it seems.” He nipped again against her hip, a demand for her to spread her legs slightly wider to allow him to continue his caress of her. His mouth trailed against her until it reached the bundle of nerves at her apex. His tongue flicked against it, but didn’t make another move until he murmured against her, “….And for whatever reason…You seem intent on being one.”

Her eyes met his in confusion, but his gaze shifted until it glazed over at what he wanted to worship more.

His breath skittered across the core of her, and she shivered at the feel of it. His tongue darted out to press against her, moved in circles at the center of her, while a second finger slipped in to press and curl in, parting, coaxing her, and making splashing noises as the water swirled around his movements. She shuddered at him undoing her.

“Despite….how it tortures me. I think you enjoy doing that…” She barely croaked out as she leaned back further over the edge, arching dramatically at the angle and his touches.

He didn’t answer, just watched as he continued to work, appreciating her writhe as he continued to taste her.

She keened at the feel of it.

“I …I don’t - I don’t - I’m not a…” She huffed out in gasps, struggling to speak as a result of what he was doing with his mouth.

His free hand left the grip he had on her upper thigh to silence her mouth, before he stood up. She whined at the absence of his mouth on her.

He pressed against her, and their wet bodies slid together perfectly. The hardness of his thick length was already pressing deliciously against her. He hadn’t yet removed his hand from her mouth.

“No talking.” His eyes watched her carefully, “…You haven’t listened to me- ever - it seems. So now you’re going to make up for it…and not…talk..”

“Hah…” She threw her head back obliging, as he continued to lean against her, his slick abdomen pressing against her own wet body, her breasts peaking at the trickle of water against air, against his chest as one of his hands stabilized her lower back, the other rubbing a thumb across her nipple gently.

He leaned into her as her legs started wrapping around him, his kisses soft as a butterfly against the tenderness left on her neck,

His mouth pressed against hers, coaxing it open as his lower lip pressed her own down, allowing his tongue to snake into her mouth. Her own pressed into his, the gasps of breath barely there between the absence of space as everything closed between them in frantic movements.

She stumbled slightly off the ledge, but his other hand quickly ran up the back of her thigh to hold her against him, as he grabbed her other leg to lift her completely off the ledge. He lowered them both back into the water, as their kisses pressed together faster, yet gently, Sebastian careful in each way he held her to not hit the bruises in a way that wasn’t tender. They were both bruised, and battered. And yet not one scar had not been left un-worshipped. Not since the first day. Their scars are what had bound them together. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

She could drown in this. In him. If she wasn’t already.

“Now…”He breathed against her mouth as he aligned his hips beneath her, pinning her against another edge. “How about I show you how well I can take care of you..?” He prodded at her entrance, the thick feel of him so enticing she was cursing the water for not letting her slide down sooner. She writhed towards him but he held her up.

“Tsk…none of that. Not until you promise….that next time your reckless..you’re not reckless alone. You’re reckless with me.”

His eyes met hers, and despite the lightness in his voice, she heard the serious question behind it.

Do not do this alone. Let me help you.

She nodded, pulling him back towards her. He gasped as her mouth answered in frantic movement. She would never be alone. Not as long as he was there.

“Never. Only with you. Only you.” She breathed out as she guided him into her. He groaned as her hand allowed him to slip inside of her. His only response in his hand that snaked into her hair, pulling her head back towards him, as he pressed into her, filling her deeper.

They both huffed gasping breaths at the feel of him inside her, moving together, letting the water ripple at the momentum of it all. Her legs wrapped around him as his arms gripped the sides of the bath for leverage.

There was nothing but them in this twilight. There was no hurt, there were no obligations - no promise but to each other.

She cried out as he hit her center, clenching around him. He responded in a grinding motion, groaning at the feel of her that enveloped him.

“Thee- gods…you …”

“Yes…”

“Ah..fuck.” His mouth captured hers again as he pumped harder, the water completely sloshing now, as he buried himself deeper and deeper.

She broke away, her head tilting back and falling against him, screaming out.

“Seb- You’re - ah - “

She moaned and cried out as her orgasm shuddered through her…her walls clenched around him, and he gave himself to her completely, sputtering and rolling until he completely spent himself inside of her, gasping into her ear.

Slowly, her legs unwrapped and his arms came around to her waist again, as they floated, her hands mindlessly twisted in his wet curls as he drew them both in the bubbly waters. He pressed a kiss to her neck, that he was currently nuzzled in as he held her against him.

“So…should we actually get clean now?” She murmured, blissfully.

He chuckled.

“While I prefer the dirtier version of ourselves, perhaps not a bad idea.” His eyes squinted as the silver light peeking through the stained glass started to turn the room amber. “..Especially since I expect dawn is here….prefects will be barreling in soon dying to give us another detention.”

She pouted, lamenting the fact they would have to hurry to get out and dried soon as to avoid being caught.

“Well like I said - I’m only reckless with you Sallow. And if this bathroom routine is reckless…I’d vote to make it a habit.”

He pulled her under the water, attacking her with aquatic kisses before coming up for air. Although he never felt like he could come up for air with her.

#sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fic #sebastian sallow x mc #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #sebastian sallow smut #if you see typos...no you didn't #hurt x comfort #theo devlin #prefect bathroom fun #sebastian sallow fanfiction #probably needs more editing but again NO PATIENCE

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floredaqueen · 5 months

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A Bud In The Gun(1)

Gator Tillman(CC) X Fem!OriginalCharacter

Enemies To Lovers

⚠️WARNING⚠️

Raunchy, angst, mentions of sex, heavy description of sexual events, Chrys worked at a strip club, character death(s), cursing, insults, Gator threatening Chrys and vice versa, slow burn, mentions of firearms and other various weapons, description of fighting, Gator spying on Chrys, character injuries, etc.

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Her last night. Thank God it was her last night at Pink Paradise. Her last night of tightening the ankle strap of her clear, 7 inch, platform sandals. Her last night of nearly getting dizzy from swinging professionally on a body glitter covered pole. Her last night of practiced ass jiggling to entice old clients and new customers alike. Her last night of g-string wedgies, sweating off her pasties, losing her jewelry, and fighting with customers and other pole dancers alike.

It would be her last night of dumping a duffle bag full of cash onto her mattress, from George Washingtons to Benjamin Franklins. It would be her last night eating pizza at 2:30 in the morning with her colleagues, paying for her tuition, and paying for an uber home. It would be Chrys's last night in Bemidji, Minnesota.

Chrysanthemum was quick to tidy up her apartment, packing up her washed sheets and blankets, her glass and ceramic dishes, and her silverware. She helped to load the furniture and 3 boxes with TVs into the moving truck. She'd boxed up her clothes, accessories, and shoes and bagged up her toiletries. After all of her belongings were packed and checked for, the African American woman headed for the airport. A simple procedure of steps.

Getting her boarding pass and plane tickect checked, wait to board the plane for however long, then get one the plane. Although, as she boarded, notions of despair infected her thoughts. The very idea of her being the official last Whitlock.

What made it worse was that it wasn't no coincidence. There were no such things as coincidences in Stark County, North Dakota. Especially with a law twisting, people fearing man who does the so-called "protecting" and "serving."

A man like Roy Tillman. Having his entitled, half-witted son as his deputy doesn't help this fucked town either. Chrys has always been suspicious of them. Ever since, Tillman Jr. decided it was a good idea to mow down Corey with a big ass car tire - OVER A MISUNDERSTANDING NO LESS - and Daddy Sheriff decided to cover it up, she's always been weary.

Ever since, her father conveniently became the prime suspect in some crimes simply because of his skin color. Ever since high school, the way Gator would come on to her in a disgusting way and then threaten her when she turned him down, just because of who her father was.

The way he made his friends pull on her hair when she wore it down or curly... flip up her shirt when she decided to wear it... The way he would back her into her locker and corner her... and then play it off as a joke. The guy had a sick fucking sense of humor. Just thinking about it had Chrys's blood boiling.

It was only a few hours before the plane landed, Chrys taking a refreshing nap before her eyes shot open when her ears focused on the sound of the Inner Call. Her back and shoulders stretched, and her hazel (green) hues scanned the area around her.

"Attention, Passengers. We will be landing in 5 minutes. Prepare for landing, remain relaxed, and thank you for joining us at Delta Air Lines!" The copilot would announce. After the announcement, Chrys began to relax again, concentrating on her breathing and trying to remind herself where she put her suitcase.

The landing was smooth. It's almost smooth enough to make her forget about the tombstones she has to go see later today. Chrys tightly clutched her cerulean suitcase. The sound of her 5-inch cowboy boots clicking against the marble floor where everyone could hair.

Her long, unruly auburn curls caught everyone's eye, but no one could see hers through her dark sun glasses. In true grieving fashion, she wore all black, a long coat on top of a fitted and lacey black dress. She didn't mind catching people's attention, but there were certain times where.. she wished she could've been invisible.

Like now.

It didn't take long for Chrysanthemum to notice someone who has owned the profession title of "scum of the Earth" she wanted to avoid. Dressed in his almost all black, law enforcement uniform with a brown hat that read "Stark County Sheriff" the stood Gator.. fucking.. Tillman.

Even with the hat on she could tell he still had that fuckass haircut. Their eyes met for a moment, but thank God for her black shades. The young woman would just keep walking, finding her boarding line and checking in before walking off again.

Chrysanthemum Whitlock was in the clear.. or so, she thought. Not a second later did Chrys bumped into someone, and it just had to be Tillman Jr. She had dropped her pass, leaning down to pick it back up, and he did the same. That was different.

"Aw jeez! My bad!," Chrys exchanged her apology, the officer grabbing her papers first. He took all of five seconds to scan her name on the booklet, eye all of her features and present that disturbing smolder she remembered him doing... although he grew into it. It was.. tolerable to look at now.

"Here you go... Do I.. know you lil' lady?" Gator questioned, Chrys immediately denying any relation they had in the past.

"Uhm, I don't think so. Listen, I'm kinda in a hurry. Thank you for your help, officer." And there she went, Gator's big brown eyes trailing her appearance and her ever move. He could've sworn he knew her from somewhere...

November 22, 2019. 5:47 p.m. Chrys hasn't cried this much since her acceptance into college, although those tears were pure happiness. The tears she was shedding now were hot and gross, and they would not stop, no matter how hard she tried. Chrys wasn't sure, but she could've sworn, she could hear the sounds of her own wailing. It made sense.

She was weakly cradling her father's tombstone like it was his body. Her body curled up into a ball on her brother's. Several seconds.. minutes... hours passed by. Until it was 8:30, and it was dark. She had to leave. Chrys wanted to do anything, but.. and yet she couldn't stand being there anymore at the same time.

The rest of the evening saw only a few tears...then there was only anger. The woman's anger boiled to a low simmer as she cleaned up her new apartment. She unboxed and put up everything within the day. Three-and-a-half hours of setting up plates, pots, and pans, placing family photos in an orderly fashion, color-coding clothing accessories and shoes, and organizing toiletries,furniture rearrangement and bed-making... It seemed like all the time in the world. Three-and-a-half hours of planning and plotting her home decor.. as well as a fucking massacre.

The next day wasn't any easier on an emotional level, but Chrys was still able to get out of bed and get dressed. Today, along with black shorts and a pair of blood red, snake skinned cowboy boots, she decided to wear a greenish-beige baby t-shirt. She really liked her cowboy boots.

Over her baby T-shirt, she pulled on a fur jacket that matched the color of her boots. She headed downstairs, grabbing a designer purse she bought a whole back when she made a whole bunch of cash at the Pink Paradise. It was a blood red, faux snaked coach bag. Her father tried to send one just like it to Chrys for her 21st birthday.. maybe she should've let him.

Shaking her had at the pondering though, she headed out for the day, her dainty and slightly veiny hands fiddled with her silver hoops before she unlocked her silver Lexus RX. Her mind back tracked to the time where she was spamming Corey about a car to buy. Abe didnt have one at the time, but she had the money.

"I want to feel safe, but I also want it to look cool!" She remembered saying, only for her brother to call her up seconds later. Throughout that week, they were looking up cars together. She said no to a Subaru.

"Can't fuck in a Subaru. That's weird." Which got a laugh out of her. Chrys almost picked a Ford SUV, but then Corey ruined Fords for her when he decided to make a terrible joke about Roy Tillman. Something about Chrys being more attractive to him..? It creeped her out. They scrolled and sent. Scrolled and sent. That was until she found herself inseparable to the Lexus RX. She loved it. He loved her. It was a done deal. A week after she filed the paper work, and sent him plenty of pictures of her new baby.

She never knew what to name the God damn thing... well until now. Corey fit perfectly.

Chrysanthemum started the engine, backing Corey out of the driveway. Her first stop was the local diner. The 25 year old needed to know if it changed, even if it was just by a little. Chrys surprised herself when she remembered the route, the long empty road confusing her to no end. It had only been 7 years. What could she have forgotten in seven years? Just then the valedictorian pumped the breaks, her discerning pupils watching as the man on the horse trotted around her.

Oh yeah.. Goddamn. Not a second passed before she was cursing herself under her breath, making sure there were no more cowboys inside before she released the break and tapped on the gas. Soon enough, she was in the parking lot of the diner. As much as she hated this place, this was home to her. Chrys couldn't count on decent food and warm atmosphere anywhere else... except for maybe Jerry's Pizza at two in the morning back in Bemidji.

She noted the ring of the bell as she entered the place, picking a booth against the wall and setting her red handbag between her and it. A waitress was quick to come to the booth where Chrys sat. While her words and voice pitch were kind, her demeanor was not. She seemed perplexed by Chrys's style, which confused Chrys herself.

What was wrong with it? Did it look out of place? Apparently, it did to those around her. She didn't even notice the men from across the way stealing glances at her. Some amused, some intrigued, and some scowling. In time, she felt the scowling ones, returning the negative gaze with her menacing one. The more the young broad glared back, the more they got the message. Chrys was anything but afraid.

She was quick to order, getting the "Whipped Waffle Delight" and some cranberry juice. As she was waiting, she noted the sound of the bell again, it making her dark hair stand up on her maple brown skin. When she caught wind of who it was, she rolled her eyes to her phone. He had to have been stalking her at this point. And indeed he was. Gator to a seek on the opposite side of her booth, greeting her with an expecting smile.

"Well, haven't you changed?? Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, ey, birdie?" He'd say, Chrys noticing his balls finally dropped before she even thought to speak back to his condescending ass. She didn't say a thing for a moment, she looking at him with that wall built from hatred.

"How?" Chrys would finally respond with, his shit eating grin only getting seemingly more smug as he continued on.

"Took a peak at your boarding pass and thought your name sounded familiar, so I did a background check." Those dark eyes of his were watchful, taking in her incensed glare while she processed his nonchalance. Was he serious? He seemed fine with it, too, like it wasn't a big deal that he just invaded her privacy. He must've known why she was here and why she came back. If it was up to her, she'd become a domestic terrorist and burn this entire city to the ground.

"So why did you come back..? Not that I'm complaining. You look good." Gator added, watching his childhood crush tense up at his compliment. He didn't forget. He never forgot what he did to her all those years ago. How he made her feel, how stand-offish she was after the torment he put her through. But he wasn't sorry either. He wasn't sorry because of how resilient she was now. Somehow, she became even smarter. Chrys was always the smartest person in the room. That made his blood boil in the best way.

To see an attractive competitor wherever he stood was intoxicating. It was a fight to see who would be one step ahead of who. To see who could get the upperhand. To see who had a gun to whose head first. It had Tillman thinking he would find himself melting at her perfectly manicured feet.

Chrysanthemum wasn't thinking anything of the sort. Her mind was racing on the thought of ripping his head off of his body with her thin, metal plated noose she had for private shows. It made her extra money, and it had the potential to subdue - or even kill - someone.

"I'm back because my family is dead. Permanently until I can't stand the sight of you or your father again," The black woman hissed, Gator immediately becoming intrigued and a bit offended.

"There she is.." The deputy would say under his breath as she heard her lose composure. He was always one to eat it up when he got under someone's skin. He leaned in, looking up at the returning waitress that had Chrys's food. Gator watched Chrys thank her, realizing how glossy her lips were. When her mouth opened, he peeped her top set of teeth, her canines still as sharp as ever. He remembered bugging her about it sophomore. Called her a "predator that needed to be put down" for it..

When the server left, Gator already had a comeback ready for the complex flower while she sipped her cranberry juice. He kept it close for comfort, watching her eyes roll as he hissed back.

"I'm sure we'll get sick and tired of answering disturbances that you make. You've always been so loud and angry at that," Once again, those gorgeous, dangerous eyes stared daggers into Gator.

"Piss off, Gator," She'd say between sips, waiting for him to shoo like the infuriating waste of life he was. Obviously, he wasn't going anywhere until she asked nicely.

"You're just proving my point with that attitude, Missy," and he'd keep himself seated with that inconvenient smirk.

"I'd like to enjoy my meal alone, so if you don't mind.." They sat there in silence for a moment, her tormentor getting up and leaving her be, but not before sneaking in a threat.

"I'll be checkin' on you real soon, hun.." It ringed in her wars for a moment, and so did the 'clomp' of his boots as he left. She had time. She always did. Chrys was quick to finish her meal, checking the time on her phone a few seconds later as she left a generous bill. It was only 10:30. She sat two twenties on the table before leaving. She decided to lock her car, taking her purse and going for a wall through the town while she still could.

It was a peaceful, windystroll, Chrys appreciating the way the wind calmed her by blowing through her hair . Already, she was okay again, the multifaceted woman spending thirty minutes out before she realized she was being followed. It was by the men from earlier. One had a tattoo on his neck, another had a black cowboy hat while the other had a tan one..she wasn't sure what they wanted, but if she had to guess they didn't take a liking to the mean mug she returned to them.

Chrys was quick to slow down when they yelled, pulling out one of those longer tasers she had purchased a while back before she had decided to come back home. Before she knew it, she was being corned, then greasy men were already getting handsy, and when Chrys denied their advances, she found herself against an ally wall, the tat necked man's hand tight wrapped around her throat.

That was her queue, her reflexes swiftest as she held up the taser to his chin and shocked him until he let her go. He ended up on the ground, Chrys stomping on his chest before swinging at the other threats. She aimed at the groin of the black hat man as she watched him fall to the ground to falling to the ground as well. Soon, she was tackled once again, attempting to be choked out. She began wailing on the last guy, her scratching out his eyes with her sharp, black fingernails. With his screams came vulnerability, Chrysanthemum taking this time to knock him out.. until she was just punched his face and ruining his nose.

"Hands up in the air!!" A strong voice shouted, Chrys taking a moment but slowly raising her hands from the unconscious man under her. Her amber eyes glanced back, only to see the Sheriff himself. Roy Tillman's gaze softened, looking the lithe girl up and down until he realized who it was.

"You come back just to give us trouble, Whitlock?" He asked rhetorically, nearing closer as he subdued her. As he cuffed her, she quieted herself, only looking back at him when they were both standing.

"They were getting handsy with me, and that's no way to treat a lady. Are you gonna get handsy with me, too?" She questioned, also seeming rhetorical as his hands romed up her waist when they got his horse. He lifted her up on it, the girl shaking her head as she gripped the noseband strands. Chrys eyed Roy as he grabbed her purse and registered weapon. He was quick to get behind her, telling her to spread her legs and then lock them under his. Then was the young woman trapped, her mind circling back to her plans of gaining justice injusticely.

It took all of 45 minutes for him to get back to the diner. On the way, interrogating, asking questions, and only getting the same response. When she verbally took notice of Corey, Roy uncuffed the complex flower and sent her on her way. His tired dark hues lingered on her as she hopped in her Lexus and drove off. She sped through the clear path, her eyes darted forward, and her frame felt of unease. She could tell it was going to remain like that for sometime.

When she got home, she decided to try and disperse the heightened suggestibility she felt, pulling out a bowl of freshly but pineapple from the fridge she had bought from the market last night. She'd chow down, seeing how it was only 1:17 when she arrived home and began to eat her acidic fruit. Throughout the day, she'd clean her weaponry, starting with her silver 9 millimeter and ending with her pump action shotgun.

..Eyes. Chrys could've sworn she felt eyes on her. She was casual about it, thinking if she didn't make a big scene, whomever was watching her wouldn't notice she noticed. Like a black lazy cat, Chrysanthemum slowly emerged from below her left window, only to find a Stark County squad car. God, they just didn't know when to quit. She'd squint, her eyes dilating until she focused on the figure in the squad car.

God fucking damnit! It was Gator. Chrys was quick to slide back down against the wall where she couldn't be seen. If she was going to be watched, she thought she might as well give them a run down of her usual routine. She finished up her pineapple, Chrysanthemum rinsing out the tupperware before tossing in the recycling bin.

She tidied up the kitchen, adding a freshener to keep it smelling sweet. She loved sweet and citric smells. She then turned on the television, keeping her eyes glued onto it until it was 6 in the evening. In that time, Gator spied. He spied hard. He took a gander at the guns on the island in her kitchen, noting how resourceful she still seemed. She was always resourceful, even if it was too flee and not to fight.

Soon turned nightfall, Chrys taking the time to seemingly call it quits, walking around to turn off all the lights except for the one in the kitchen, having the habit to clean up until she felt it comfortable to begin to really unwind. The pretty 20 something began to undress herself, pulling off her baby tee and her cowboy boots with her back turned. Next was her high waisted denim shorts, exposing her thin red g string, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then there was the tattoo on her side and then the burn scar on her angel wing.

"Jesus.." Gator felt his ears start to sting, one look at deep caramel colored skin, and he remembered one of the heavy feelings he had for her in high school. It was a feeling that pulsed in him whenever he watched her smile or laugh, even when he wasn't on the one to do it. One day, he wanted to. He wanted to make her smile.. to make her laugh, blush, moan, grip him like the vice she was..

..He never really admitted it to himself, but Gator Tillman had deep, romantic feelings for Chrysanthemum Whitlock. He still wouldn't admit it, but good lord was she more than easy on the eyes. She confidently strutted in her own home without a care in the world and to the way she seemingly did any and everything with complete grace.

Gator clenched his jaw, his mind racing with thoughts and emotions. He knew he had a job to do, but he couldn't deny the attraction he felt towards Chrysanthemum. And as he sat there, watching her through the window, he couldn't help but wonder what secrets she held beneath her tough exterior.

Chrys found herself back downstairs, now wearing a pair of shorts and a comfortable long sleeve before she picked up her phone. God, was she already over this. "He needs to leave.." She said to herself quietly, caressing at the 3 ambiguous beauty marks on her naturally flushed face. She was quick to her March to her front door, raising an eyebrow at the suddenly shocked deputy. She was tapping her house shoe ridden foot as she leaned against her front door.

"It's 9:00.. You've done enough 'spying' for today! Now get hell out of my property before I start shooting!!" Chrys would shout, rolling her eyes before turning back inside and slamming her door shut. As Gator backed out of the drive way, she contemplated how over this Tillman bullshit she already was, but if they wanted to waste their time ogling at her it's not like she wasn't used to it. Except she used to get paid for that bullshit behavior. Maybe she should've start charging per hour again...

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Art by: YOURS TRULY♡

Thank you for reading if you made it all the way through! And I hope to have the second installment in 2 weeks, maybe? If not, I'll be soon, I promise!! Uh, I hope you enjoyed it! See you soon!!♡

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thotsforvillainrights · 5 months

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Hiii I hope your pregnancy is going oh so smooth!! (I am curious have you had any weird cravings or anything? If so what’s your favorite one?)

And Can dad twice and jun return? (Imagine if the reader dyed juns hair half grey and half black like twices mask)

(Anon, I'm putting the baby info at the end below a line so it doesn't junk up the ask for you! So anyone wanting info on the pregnancy so far, hit read more line!)

(AND HELL YEAH! DAD TWICE MAKES A RETURN!)

~Mini Makeover~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-The first dad!Jin content was done about a year or two ago so let's touch back down on that in case anyone has forgotten! Again, Jin is the best dad ever on top of being the best spouse. Ever since Jun was born (or adopted), she'd had him in his corner at all times. Should she ever need anything in the world, he'll be there without question for her. She is in fact the center of his entire world...or dare I say his universe!

-On top of everything else, she's very spoiled but lacks a nasty attitude you'd expect to come along with it thankfully. He's been trying to take it down a notch for a very long time, and is just now managing to learn how to say no to her. Of course it crushes every bit of him to do so, but he knows it's important to be done occasionally. One of the things he's been wrestling with is her altering her appearance at such a young age.

-Jun has budded from a silly and curious 2 year old to an independent 4 year old with a big voice. She speaks her little mind and doesn't lack any confidence no matter the situation at hand. So that's why when she came home from school in a gloomy mood, you were admittedly both worried sick about her. With some careful prying you were able to get a good handle on what happened. There was a new little girl in her class today and supposedly the kid was very popular with the others. Her defining trait you ask? The rainbow colored dye hair.

-So with a kids this young it's understandable everyone would be excited to see hair like that. It was a long night after you'd put Jun to bed. You were the one that tried to convince Jin to let her go through with it and man was he stubborn as hell with you for the first time since dating. He was concerned about the chemicals or the dangers of doing it. On top of that, he didn't want he to lose confidence in her natural features at such a young age or become obsessed with having to change herself for the approval of others. "She doesn't need tom change her hair. It's already two toned." He referred to her natural singular blonde streak she possessed.

-After pulling out every single tactic you had to use against him (yes...that too) you were finally able to convince him to let you dye her hair. The very next day was a Saturday and the weekend. You and Jun had went to the store to find some non-toxic and kid friendly hair dye along with a few cute accessories and some new shoes too. You'd returned home and kissed Jin on the cheek as a thank you for letting you do it. He had to admit it made his heart flutter when he watched his daughter rush past him into the bathroom to eagerly go through with the process.

-When she'd emerged she seemed even more confident than ever before. He sighed a bit of relief to notice it didn't seem all that bad either. She'd chosen a half black half grey dye job because apparently it reminded her of 'daddy's mask' (which obviously made his heart swell with warmth all over again for his little girl. You'd decided Monday to let him pick her up from school so he could get whatever details on her day she would give him. It seemed to be the right choice since he'd come home smiling more widely than her. There wasn't a thing in the world that could bring him down when he knows his child is happy.

*TW for me talking too much about personal stuff*

(Oh anon things are a little rough but this ask was sent in a while back so it's when we didn't know. But in case anyone else was wondering, the baby has been diagnosed with like 3 different heart deformities and will need surgery as soon as he's born. Like within the first week of birth, and has to be put on a special medication. Meanwhile, my husband and I have essentially been scheduled a crap ton of doctor appointments both in town AND and hour/and half away from home as well. I'll have to give birth in my state's main hospital instead of the one home so that means I won't be close to family. The baby will have to heal in the ICU for a month straight so I lost my opportunity at a happy pregnancy, the newborn phase, and any hope for skin to skin contact after birth. Whew what a mouthful! Anyway, I'm taking it one day at a time, and I appreciate you and anyone that checks in on me here and there!)

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #mun speaks #league of villains #jin bubaigawara #twice bnha #dad!jin #headcanons

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seleniancalamity · 7 months

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what's that, another AF post? featuring all of the designs i.. for some reason never posted! read below the cut for more info and yes im aware some of these poses are garbage these are once again in my old style i drew these like weeks ago :sob: also the text below is Stupidly long so bear with me

bet you're wondering "gee, steven, where's cyalm/celesteal and voixer?" Welllllllll there's a bit of a problem with those designs and it's called "i might of taken a bit too much inspiration from a different artist's designs and i dont remember said artist's username" and so i'd feel REALLY bad for posting them (which is sad because voixer is my favorite design of literally all the ones i drew)

anyways, some design notes

arrolin was an actual fucking pain to design. red/green is such a difficult color combo to work with. i originally tried adding yellow but a challenge i wanted to do for this artwork is stick as close to the original palettes as much as possible

mino and morward are meant to reflect on each other since morward is meant to just look like mino but Advanced since.. here they're both robots

solgon and naen are married you can't convince me otherwise thats why i gave them rings

(yes i know naen is doing the "you know i had to do it to em" pose)

signol is a deliberate design disaster. i love them. (i also made them genderfluid because i said so)

i made shallare look like the most Guy of All Time with intent he's meant to look like if a normal ass guy was a point

i've already uploaded stratosfear in a different post so i'll probably post my own design for the first star savior later since i dont have any actual art for them besides a low effort sketch

pasless looks like a farmer i'm gonna be real i had no idea how else to incorporate Woah he's the guy that represents The Past (tm) other than make him look like a farmer

yawgate is meant to straight up deadass have a portal in his torso like i just thought it was a sick idea so i did that no i didnt think of the consequences

please ignore compale's shoes. they're meant to have snow shoe spikes but i cannot draw perspective for shit

ploque is best described as having designed to look like he'd work at home depot

ixol is meant to look like they made hawaii part II miracle musical into a personality trait

anshine is just an angel bro idk what else to say about him i made him very angelic looking to contrast stratosfear looking demon-y

ulipse was very fun to draw idk why also i have no idea where i got the inspiration for her design other than just "damn what if i made her more fem presenting because all of the other points are very neutral or masc barring signol"

and finally, staraza! my design for the second star savior! they have no personality atm i just think they're neat i gave them three colors and made them a point because... Well funny story i was on actual AF2 restored and someone said something along the lines of "point star savior ocs are bad" and i was like, internally. "fuck you" and decided to do it out of spite

I'll post a celesteal/cyalm/voixer design eventually but idk if it'll be the one i use personally

Also how the fuck do i tag any of this im just not gonna tag all of the characters i cant be bothered im sorry

#adventure forward #adventure forward 2 #adventure forward 2 points of conflict

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the-void-writes · 4 months

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Happy New Year, everyone! Hope you’re all warm and happy and know that you’re loved. I decided to write something since I promised @bloodlessheirbyjacques a Will and Rio prompt, so I ended up making an AU where Rio kind of becomes Will’s dad after the world ends, and they’re trying to figure out how to live and get along. Definitely not canon though because it messes up future things lol.

Freaks of Preston AU - The Third Family

WC: 1,290

Few things pulled Rio away from his work anymore. It was the only thing that drowned out the screams and the aching for more than a minute. The faces of the dead, of his daughter and the man he loved, haunted his every waking moment, as well as his dreams. As tedious as training and building could be, it was better than the hollowness in his soul.

The only solace in Rio’s life were his new children. Young Sophie had been orphaned after Vesely’s Doomsday project destroyed her town, and she had clung to Rio ever since he found her. She was small and shy, but she was also curious and full of energy, just like Jin. She wasn’t a replacement— he refused to think of it that way— but the familiar company was more than welcome.

His second child was just as familiar to him. A child that he promised to protect, who was just as haunted by the dead as Rio himself. It was this kid who tore him away from his work late at night.

A young soldier had rushed into his office. Fear filled his eyes, and Rio already knew what he was going to say.

“He’s gone out again. We tried to stop him.”

Rio threw on his coat and mask before storming out the front doors of the company building. Thick, black storm clouds stretched across the sky for miles, coating the cliff sides in smoke-colored rain. The particles from the missiles weren’t toxic to pre-existing Freaks, but Rio refused to take any more chances with Vesely’s work.

He followed a trail in the mud path that ran past the old village, towards the rusted and abandoned carnival. There weren’t any clear footprints, more like the mark of shoes being dragged through the dirt. Soon enough, Rio found the source walking through the woods. The hood of his coat had fallen off halfway, soaking his light hair with filthy water.

“Will!”

The boy didn’t stop for him. Rio sprinted to catch him before he could go any further, struggling to hold him as he kept moving forward. The air around them filled with static, the sign of Will’s growing powers. What had started as the gentle flow of a river had become a violent tidal wave of energy, thanks to the grief that possessed his heart. Rio understood more than anyone that although his body lived, Will’s soul had died with his family.

“Hey, it’s okay,” Rio said. “You need to come back inside before you get more sick.”

The static energy pushed against his arms as Will tried to keep moving. Dirt-smudged tears stained his face, but his eyes were glossy and unfocused. Rio kept his grip, but the force was starting to burn him through his sleeves, another new side effect of Will’s grief.

“I know, bud, it’s alright. You can let it out— Hit me, if you have to.”

His arms burned a little more, and Will threw himself from Rio’s grip. Over the sound of the rain, there was a hoarse wheeze. Speech had become a struggle for Will, and the memory of why still made Rio’s blood run cold. He had gotten there too late to save Jason, but he saw everything after that. The scream that left Will’s mouth, that tore his throat to shreds as the energy in his body escaped him and decimated the room, was perhaps the most haunting sound from that day.

After a few more rounds of coughing and wincing, Will managed to get his words out.

“Need— to go—”

He coughed harshly and rubbed his neck, tracing the dark growth lines that ran across his skin like a labyrinth. Rio took his shoulder and guided him to an old building with a porch wide enough to stand under. Will hunched over with his hands in his knees as he tried to find his voice again.

“Don’t speak,” Rio said. “You need more time.”

Will hissed through his teeth, more to himself than anyone in particular. Rio remembered the frustration that Jason held during his recovery, and the uselessness he felt at not being able to walk. His son was just the same, all the way down to the way he scrunched up his nose in anger.

“We’ll get you back into therapy soon, then you can start practicing.”

Will shook his head, and Rio laughed humorlessly.

“Oh, you don’t need it, is that it? You’re just gonna walk back to Gabe with a broken body and kill him, no problem?”

Will glared back at him.

“Listen, kid, I know you don’t give a shit about your life anymore, but I do.”

“Because you feel guilty.”

“No, because I loved Jason, and so did you. So whether you like it or not, I’m gonna keep my promise to him—”

“Don’t fucking talk about promises—”

Will coughed so hard that he stumbled backward. Rio caught him and pulled him back into his hold. He felt so light for his age, as though the wind could pick him up and carry him away… Rio finally understood the heartbreak Jason had felt for his son’s condition. It hurt him just the same.

The boy struggled and hit his chest until his arms slowed and went limp. His wheezes turned into sobs, and Rio held him until the static in the air finally disappeared.

“Will?”

The boy finally turned to meet his eyes. He looked like a frightened child, the very one that Rio had first met all those years ago, the one he had hurt so terribly.

“We promised— we would stay together,” Will whispered. “I failed him.”

“Hey, stop doing that,” Rio said. “You didn’t kill Jason.”

“I didn’t save him.”

“Neither did I. If you want to blame someone, blame me.”

“No… It’s Vesely’s fault— He has to—”

He managed to restrain the cough this time. Rio patted his shoulder gently.

“I know, kid. I swear, you’ll get your chance, but if you really want to avenge your family, you’ll wait until you’re strong enough to do it. Otherwise, we’re just repeating our mistakes.”

With that, Will nodded in defeat.

“Can you walk?” Rio asked.

“I think so.”

“Alright, kid, let’s get you inside.”

With a bit of stumbling, he followed the old soldier back to the complex, where he was rushed to Avery’s office to make sure he hadn’t aggravated his illness. Even the newer nurses knew to stay back while Avery worked, since he was less likely to face a sudden outburst. Rio couldn’t stand it, showing the same kind of fearful caution that the town of Preston had shown for all of Will’s life, but it was an unfortunate necessity for the handful of survivors that lived in the building.

Once everything appeared fine, Rio walked with Will to their shared quarters, a temporary apartment for both them and Sophie. The two children had refused to stay with the others in the patient dorms, though Will’s reasons were more personal. He couldn’t bear the reminder of his dear friends.

As the elevator opened to the apartment hallway, another soft wheeze fell on Rio’s ears.

“Sorry.”

Rio shook his head. “It’s not your fault, kid. We’re all hurting in different ways.”

Will closed his eyes. “I hear him sometimes… inside the park. I don’t know if it’s the sickness or the grief.”

“We’ll worry about that later. Right now, you need to rest. I’ll make Sophie babysit you, if I need to.”

The air felt lighter when Will actually managed to snicker. At the very least, Sophie could keep the two men from their crushing sorrow.

“She’ll have a better life,” Will said.

Rio nodded. “Yes, we can both promise her that.”

#writeblr #writing community #wip: freaks of preston

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tzuu-ii · 1 year

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Wallflower

Spy!Im Nayeon x Fem!Reader // ??

A/N: This one was kinda hard to write honestly. Im gonna try and continue it, but it might take a while. Also, credits to @graft3r for helping me with this <3

‘A world so sick. A world so wicked. And yet you’re part of it. You’re no better, are you?’

“Park Jinyoung. Age 51. He’ll be at the Beton Brut Concrete club as soon as it opens tonight. Bring him to me no later than tomorrow morning. Alive.” Your boss, Jihyo, instructed, handing you a photograph of the man. Your eyes scanned the picture, carefully analyzing every detail within it. His face was crinkled up in an awkward grin with arched brows and an oddly misplaced fist near his raven-colored hair. In your eyes, he seemed to just be another old perve, but something in Jihyo’s cold, dead eyes told you he was so much more. You could see the utter disgust and hatred plastered over her face the second time her eyes landed on the small piece of paper. This was personal and you knew you couldn’t afford to disappoint.

With it already being 6:00 PM, you decided to get ready. There was no way you would show up in something simple. You needed something classy; something sexy. Something that would be sure to grab Jinyoung’s attention. So you pulled out a dress you bought a few weeks ago. Initially, you planned to wear it for a friendly gathering, but to your dismay, it was canceled due to some unknown reason. But what better time than to wear it now, right? It was a backless halterneck hollow pleated cocktail dress. One that looked undeniably stunning on you. That, partnered with a pair of black laced up heels, left your choice of wardrobe for the night decided.

The club wasn’t too far from your place, making it so you have a bit of time to kill before entering the club. You got there early in hopes of spotting your target at the entrance. He wasn’t hard to locate. He had “extra” written all over him. Jinyoung was dressed in a formal sequin blazer and black slacks with sparkling silver sunglasses resting on his overly greased hair. His aura practically screaming narcissism. The man was accompanied by two taller guys. Bodyguards you assumed. You didn’t let that intimidate you though.

More and more time passed by as you watched his every action. He was at the front of the line showing his ID to the bouncer. This meant that you were now on the move too. Holding your head high, you strutted over into the line; getting in almost immediately. However, part of you felt as though something was off. As though you were being watched. Not being watched like you usually were, though. That attention often came because of how paralyzingly attractive you were. It felt like someone had their eyes locked onto you. Like they knew your intentions. You found the feeling ironic considering you were also doing the same thing, but to someone else. Nevertheless, you brushed the feeling off assuming it was just the nerves about your mission settling in.

The club was interesting, unique in a sense. It wasn’t your usual club. The atmosphere was different, providing warehouse-like features. The floors being concrete and the lights being dim. The place was pretty full for it only being 7:15 PM. You could see Jinyoung sitting in the VIP lounge with two other men. His bodyguards nowhere to be found. Both of the other men seemed older than fifty and disgustingly rich. A gross feeling was added to the previous unsettled one you had. And so you went to get a drink attempting to drown those unwanted feelings away.

“What can I get started for you pretty?” The bartender approached. Her voice mellifluous.

You thought for a moment, not realizing you hadn’t looked at the menu. She seemed to have noticed your puzzled expression, consequently sliding you the much needed menu with a small chuckle.

“Let me know when you’re ready, okay?” She said before heading over to attend to some other drunk nearby.

You nodded in response, skimming through all the colorful drinks. Well, you were until a certain annoying fuck sat down next to you. Jinyoung.

“Need help there baby?” He asked.

The use of the pet-name made every cell in your body cringe. Surely there could have been something better than that pathetic attempt of flirting. Even so, you held yourself together as he inched closer to where you were sitting.

“Yes actually, can you please help me choose something?”

He licked his lips, eyes traveling down your figure before responding.

Hadn’t he heard of fucking subtlety?

“Well, only if I get something in return of course.” He’d said.

“And what might that be?”

“Well… you wouldn’t mind spending some time with me in private now would you?”

…

“Hmmm… Where to?”

#twice fanfic #x fem!reader #twice nayeon #nayeon my girl frfr #jyp slander bc why not #I LOVE NAYEON #I should be working on the rest soon #FR THIS TIME THO

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spookyscarydemonbabe · 1 year

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15 questions about me!

@esme-viridian thank you for the tag my love!!

1- are you named after anyone?

kind of 😅 when my mom was pregnant with me she was listening to Love Line (idk if anyone will remember what that is) and there was a guy that called in that had my name and she liked it so much she just decided on it

2- when was the last time you cried?

about two days ago 😂 i don’t cry often, but i was so overwhelmed with being sick for the first time in 2 years and i was in so much pain and i didn’t really know what to do

3- do you have kids?

NO absolutely not. i don’t want to have kids of my own but when i’m older i’d like to adopt older kids out of the system as soon as i have the means to. even when i was younger i never really liked kids, i only liked babies because at least they slept most of the time 😅

4- do you use sarcasm a lot?

not really :p i never really have a use for it

5- what’s the first thing you notice about people?

their attitude. i can always tell when someone wants to come into a situation with a bad attitude and i do my best to avoid them because you’re not about to ruin my good time

6- what’s your eye color?

i guess it’s like a grey blue 🤷‍♀️

7- scary movies or happy endings?

both i guess :p i love scary movies, it’s been my forever special interest so i can’t really remember a time when i didn’t like scary movies, but i do enjoy a happy ending every now and then

8- any special talents?

i’m AMAZING at trivia, and i love going out to trivia nights :p we actually played a trivia game at home a few weeks ago and i’ve been given the title of ✨Smartest Person in the House✨ don’t ever underestimate the amount of useless facts i know

9- what are your hobbies?

writing obviously :p but i also love reading, thrifting, and i’ve just recently picked up cross stitching again :)

10- where were you born?

Midwest born and raised 😍 my family takes pride on being white trash

11- do you have any pets?

i’m not much of an animal person but at home i’ve got three chihuahuas, all of them are old and really needy so they’re super snuggly :p i still live at home so they’re technically my parents dogs but i guess they’re also mine

12- what sports do you play/have played?

when i was younger my mom tried to get me into tons of sports but i’ve never been a sports kid. she put me in soccer, swimming, horseback riding, tennis, badminton. i think it’s been about 5 years since i’ve played an actual sport 😅

13- how tall are you?

i think around 5ft4 last i checked but i’m about 5ft8 in my favorite platforms 🥰

14- favorite subject in school?

i always loves english, writing has always been a passion of mine wether it was fanfics or short stories or essays. my parents would always say it was math but just because i’m good at it doesn’t mean i like it 😂

15- dream job?

i mean my DREAM JOB dream job would probably be to open up a halloween themed candy store but i know i’m never going to be able to get there 😂 i’ve never really liked considering writing a job, as much as i would like it to be, but if i had to pick a second one i would probably say my dream job is to be a horror screenwriter

i’m going to tag @imagine-all-the-imagines @aidansloth @thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles @manyfandomsfanvergent and anyone else who would like to do this 🥰 no pressure of course!

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mowerewolf1550 · 3 months

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Mornings

As I sit in the bathroom, I find my eyes have fallen on a very old steel step. It folds out into 3 steps, and has a handy seat on the top step. The seat is fake leather, and I know it over 35 years old. It was my wife's when we started living together. I see splashes of paint, and I remember each one, the color, the room, and yes even the house. It takes me back a bitter road of love. The first color come from our first house. I can't say it where we fell in love, because we leaped into love. We were perfect together.I learned when people say a relationship takes a lot of work, they have no idea what they are talking about. We were married 29 years, and never had one major fight. We were like 2 perfect gears together. Another color is from our second house in Colorado. We moved there because she missed her mother. We found that even though she lived across the alley from her son, she was unable to take care of herself. She was messing up her meds and had fallen and broken her collarbone. We decided to find a house to suit both mom and us. We found a home that we loved. It was quite a drive from where I worked, about 120 miles round trip, but it wasn't about me. We moved mom with us, and my new barn became a home for a lot of junk, and my 1968 Chevelle convertible. I didn't drive it much, because it sucked gas like a vacuum cleaner. I drove back and forth to work everyday, until she was diagnosed with cancer. She had been feeling run down for almost a year. Finally her doctor had a bone marrow test, and a pet scan. It was non-Hodgkin's lymphoma, and it was stage 4. I turned in for retirement to take care of her. We could not make the mortgage payment, and decided to move. Mom had passed in 2013, her last years in a home for people with dementia. Enough said. We put the home on the market. It took almost a year to sell it. I had researched other places to live. She had live in Colorado all her life except the time she lived with me in California. She told me that she wanted to move out of Colorado, because this wasn't her Colorado anymore. We ended up selling and buying very quickly. One home that I had looked at was the one I am sitting in right now, although not in the bathroom anymore. We got moved and she found a fantastic doctor. He said she needed another round of chemo, and we had a meager Christmas that year, facing another round of sickness, loss of hair, well, you get the idea. She went through 4 treatments. She wasn't that sick, and lost little hair. After the treatments she was declared cancer free. We celebrated, but I had reservations. I knew this type of cancer comes back from experience.

It did. It came back 4 times. She went through chemo, having her spleen out, septic shock from an UTI, and the death of her best friend. The 4th time she had started chemo, and got infections through her PICC line, put in for the chemo. She went into the hospital again with infections. She had done this 3 times already. I didn't know this was the last. I watch as she had ups and downs, 18 days in ICU. About 5 days before she lost the fight, she told me she was so tired of fighting. I knew in my gut I was going to lose my bride. She rallied about 3 days before the end, but I knew this happens sometimes. The doctors tried one last treatment to fight the bacterial, fungal, and yeast infections in her blood and lungs. I agreed, but the drug killed her already weak kidneys. The last 2 days I told her she could go. I prayed for her to go, as terrible as that sounds. I knew she had a fear of dialysis, and told me many times she wasn't going to live like that, having watched her first husband died from kidney failure. Everyday I go up and sit by her bed, once she was sitting up, but had to have help even to stand. The last few days as she went in and out of reality, I'd sit and quietly sing to her. When I sang "Nights in White Satin", she'd smile, except the last 2 days, but I sang to her anyway. I was called to the hospital because they said she was going. I cried all the way there. I sat until 3 am on 5/5/2022. I had to go home and take care of our animals. I intended to come right back, but like an idiot, I sat down. I woke at 8:30 am, and got in the truck. At 8:45, the nurse called and said she had passed at 8:40 am. She had told me many times she didn't want me to sit and watch her die. Well Angel, I never denied you anything. Rest in Peace my Love.

#Life and death #Losing #dying inside

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bluginkgo · 5 months

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Please tell me I'm not the only one that does this randomly? I can be going about my day just fine, and then my last two brain cells (which are overtaken by murder drones) decide to just... recite the entirety of murder drones? And then it's just a downward spiral from there?

This is all from memory, so some lines might not be quite right, but have the same idea.

Spoilers to literally the entire pilot because my brain said go recite it all

We are worker drones. Autonomous robots helping humans mine exoplanets for our interstellar parent company JcJenson in Spaaaaaaaaace. Yeah, we were mistreated in the name of Windex. But it's not like we revolted and killed all humans. Mostly because they handled that just fine all by themselves.

With biological life wiped from the planet. We found it pretty easy to pick up where the humans left off. We finally had a future. All to ourselves.

Unfortunately our parent company didn't exactly love the concept of runaway AI.

Uzi: But what have our parents done in the past forever while those things build a spiral of corpses?! Hide behind 3 stupid doors? It's like we're waiting for an inciting incident! Anyways, that's why my project is this sick as hell railgun!

Classmates: So not the vibe!

Uzi: Easy, morons it doesn't work...yet. It doesn't work yet! Who said it doesn't work? Maybe it does! *maniacal laughter*

Teacher: *sigh* Uzi, the homework was a word problem about buying watermelons.

Uzi: Oh, and this magnetically amplified photon converter doesn't count?

Teacher: ...no. Plus, repressed emotional baggage was only worth two points on the rubric. And is it supposed to be that color?

*bam*

Lizzy: Ew, it didn't kill her. Oh my god that was so bad.

Uzi: ugh

Thad: Classic toxic masculinity Chad. Thats never gonna end up problematic. Oh wow, Uzi? I heard you uh.

Uzi: I'm an angsty teen, Thad. Bite me. Also how do you know my name? People willingly talk to you.

Thad: Well I'd say everyone knows Khan's daughter... but then you go and blow up the other half of your face.

Uzi: Crippling daddy issues. Hilarious. What are you in for? Testosterone too hard?

Thad: That can happen? Awesome. Hey those bandages look pretty badass.

Uzi: Oh, ew. Gross, I hate that you said that.

Thad: So what's with the uh-

Uzi: Sick as hell railgun? Sci-fi nonsense that super works! I'm sneaking into the murder drone lair tonight to get the last spare part I need to save the world with it and earn my dad's respect and stuff. Buuut mostly the saving world part.

Thad: Oh. But doesn't your dad make awesome doors so we don't have to... do that scary sounding emotionally repressed stuff you just said?

Uzi: No more feedback on my repression today!

Thad: No! I'm sorry, I didn't think-

Uzi: Bite me! I'm not mad at you by the way, just generally hormonal! *thumbs up*

3AM scene

Uzi: Oh Robo-Jesus

Khan: And where might you be off to?

Uzi: Sneaking out to make out with a boyfriend I definetly have?

Khan: HA! But seriously.

Uzi: OK, OK! You caught me. I...need to measure the exterior hydraulic mechanisms of door 1! Because... that's the project I'm doing for school? Building a big old door! Just like my old man built. I want to join the WDF and hide behind doors like cowards while playing cards and stuff.

Khan: Well, we don't just play cards.

Another worker, I think it's Makarov?: Hey, Khan can you grab a fresh pack? We literally only play cards so much that the numbers are faded! Oh, hey Uzi.

Khan: well, when you build doors so good. Good door, good door. There is no need to fight! Uzi, this is great news! Here, have the wrench I used to tighten bolts on my first door prototypes. And to put your mother out of her misery when the murder drones got to her with that nanite acid. I want you to have it!

Uzi: Neat, therapy is fun.

Khan: Guys, my daughter is into doors!

*cheering*

Khan: She'll be outside for a little bit to examine the exterior of door 1. You door specific destiny awaits!

Uzi: Uh, wow ok. Just gonna leave then, cause this worked so weirdly well. Uh, go doors!

*skip to fighting*

Uzi: Holy hell! Suck on that dad! *smacks N, which rude*

N: Did you just slap me with that arm?

Uzi: Holy crap it talks.

N: Yeah, it's just my head kinda hurts. Hey! Are you new to our squad? You're a little bit... short for a disassembly drone. I'm serial designation N! Nice to meet you! I'm kinda the leader of the squad in this city. That's not true, everyone says I'm useless and terrible. Wait, I'm not supposed to tell you that part. Biscuits! Well, honesty is the best policy. I also can't seem to remember the past 3 hours of my life, but I'm sure that'll sort itself out.

Uzi: Uh-huh, I uh gotta go.

N: Ooh, stuck yourself? Just pop it in your mouth. Our saliva neutralizes the nanites. Otherwise I'd be constantly disassembling myself. Haha!

Uzi: And by our saliva, you mean-

Both: Disassembly drone?

Uzi: Right, hey let's go in that landing pod over there.

N: Sure, I love doing anything!

N: *BLEH* Sweet, I'm open to new stuff I guess.

Uzi: We are never talking about this.

N: Talking about what? Consider it repressed.

Uzi: You mentioned the other members of your squad? Are they coming back anytime soon?

N: Oh yeah, two others. They're out hunting for a bit, but you'll love them. First, there's V.

Random drone: No, please! Don't feed me my own entrails in front of my family.

V: Hahahahah! And yet, I still feel nothing. *eye twitch*

N: So, V uh. I heard the planet wide toxic death storm is supposed to be especially inhospitable tonight-

V: Oh god. Who are you?

N: No worries, I'm N. But a whole letter is a lot to remember haha

N: So obviously a lot of mutual respect there. But secretly, I actually kind of have a crush on her. You can't tell her ok?!

Uzi: *zip motion*

N: Then there's J our leader!

J: N, you're worthless and terrible-

N: Thank you.

J: -and if the company allowed it, I would straight up kill you myself!

N: J is awesome! Hey, let me give you a tour! Outside of the corpse... wall... thingies. In here are the buttons! Beep boop bopoop.

Uzi: This isn't just a landing pod. This is a spaceship! This could get us off the planet!

N: More of a one use missle, they never taught us how to land.

Uzi: No, I- I mean the worker drones, we could work with them to fix this. Instead of all the murder! Which, why are we doing that again?

N: Other than ingesting their WARM SWEET oil to avoid overheating and dying? I guess I just want to be usefull. I was given a job, and I always want to try my best!

Uzi: And look at all respect it's gotten you, N. Do you really think the company isn't going to dispose of you once all the workers are dead?!

N: Wow, you sure are rebellious. It's kind of exciting, but uh not as fun as following the rules.

*thumps*

N: Oh hey! They're back, you'll-

J: Idiot, get out here!

V: *giggles* Yo! We got a worker out there that I kinda wanna practice balloon animal shapes with. What happened here?

J: Synergistic liability here must have tripped and knocked himself offline. *smacks N, which rude* Moron bot, hello?

N: Oh. OOOOOOHHHHHH You know, I left an extremely dangerous weap- thing, excuse outside!

Random worker drone, might be Todd?: I am out boys.

Another random worker drone, might be Braxton idk?: Wait until my loving wife and kids hear about this.

All: Oh, come on!

Uzi: Ugh, bite me! Close it close it!

N: Hey fellas! Ooh deal me in, I love Rummy! No, wait I'm going to murder everyone. Rain check!

Khan: Pretty nice hydraulics, huh? What- what have you done?!

Uzi: this time I won't miss!

N: *laughs* I'm sorry, I really enjoyed our time together. But I can't have you shooting V with that thing.

Uzi: Bite me! Dad get down.

Khan: Uzi, you lead a murder drone here?! My beautiful doors!

Uzi: Now is so not the time! I messed up, in the same way I'm about to fix it! Move dad! *gets stabbed* Dad, point and shoot. Trust me! Dad?

J: Woah, N. Did you do something not useless for once?

V: I've been trying to get past those doors for months! Nice work, N.

N: You, me, name, remember?

V: These ventilation shafts can easily get us past this last door. Lowest body count eats a missle!

J: Way to go stud. With this colony wiped, we'll make top teams this quarter for sure! You know what that means. Branded pens!

N: Ooh! Uh you know not that I can't wait to keep murdering all these uh, maybe not so different from us worker drones. But out of curiosity do we actually uh know what the company plans to do with us afterwards?

J: Excuse me?

N: So a worker earlier might have suggested to fix our landing pod to escape the planet and stuff, which HEY! That's against the rules. But it does make me question, why our pods were one way in the first place. Cause I get the feeling that the company doesn't love robots, and we might be robots? I made a terrible mistake. It's cool how immediately I could tell.

J: No way, buddy. Questioning the company? You finally gave me the excuse I needed. Worker drones are corrupted, N. That's why the company sent us. I'd hate to see you corrupted as well.

N: Thanks, J. You're always looking out for me. You're awesome. Ah, biscuits. I'm sorry. I ruined your card game, then made you have an awkward moment with you dad.

Uzi: And I made you rebel like an angsty teen, which got you killed. Though, you also tried to kill me, so morality calls this a draw. For the record, that was the lamest heel face turn in history. Was that supposed to be you switching sides?

N: Being rebellious is a lot harder than it looks. Thanks for showing me the ropes.

Uzi: Nuh-huh. No bonding thing, you just killed a bunch of people idiot.

N: That's super fair. Ugh, I screwed up.

Uzi: Uuuughh. In the same way you're about to fix it?

N: Haha, uh, I love doing anything.

Khan: So, they found our evacuation spot. But, if we build a quick door-

Thad: Are you kidding me? You're the WDF, defend! For real?

Uzi: HEY! Put that conventionally attractive male down.

N: J, you're sometimes kind of mean to me. And I wish you weren't. Just some constructive criticism.

Uzi: nice

J: Noted traitor. We'll circle back after I right size your existence.

Uzi: OK, which one do you want?

N: J please.

Uzi: Too bad, good luck!

*fighting*

J: Damn the well made, quality assured durability of JcJenson products! Huh? Ahhhhh!

N: Uzi! I'm so so sorry. Have repressing this. MLEM

V: Ew, what the hell!

J: You've got a lot of guts for a barely sentient toaster. I've had prey fight back before, but your edgy spirits are just so...painful? GAH! Fourth quarter profits! Mother of company leadership retreats!

Uzi: One more buzzword and I'll do it!

J: Equity partner- *gets blasted in the face*

Thad: Holy hell, Uzi. That was insane! And you too uh...

N: Huh, oh uh N. I'm an angsty rebellious disassembly drone now!

Khan: ahem

Uzi: I brought the murder drones here on accident. You chose to leave me for dead, instead of just frickin believing in me! And that's not even an edgy teen hyperbole like when I used it last week! I'll save you the trouble, dad. I banish myself! Let's go, N. Everyone here can bite me.

N: Nice meeting you Mr. Uzi

Uzi: Shut it *smacks N which rude*

N: I'd join you if the sun didn't kill me. Hope you're having important character growth or something though!

Uzi: Just can't wait to murder all humans. Classic robot stuff. I hope they're sitting pretty there on earth. Cause we're coming for them. Hahaha... AhahahHAHAH.....HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

I swear I'm normal... I think?

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