#or something. but I don’t see Null as being a fool

[mothdotz]

Drew this guy again! Its design is very much inspired by The Weeping Angel design made by @arcadeology

Think the fun little thing about it is that its “cloak” can consume whatever were to go inside of it, reducing that person/thing to nothing. Basically a void in there! I also imagine that Null is “trapped” in the school (the basement maybe?) which causes the place to become a feeding ground for akumas.

(I have no idea if this was expanded on, but I think it’s be neat if—as a parallel to Null imprisoning Tikki and Plagg in jewelry/an object— Null got trapped in some jewel at the end of the storyline for this AU).

#my art #mm au #the mini menaces au #I might redraw/redesign this later since it didn’t come out exactly how I wanted…but oh well! #in a literal sense it is trapped in the school. it’s hunting down Tikki and Plagg for them to reverse its imprisonment #if successful the three of them will have a super nice chat (with tea and crumpets as well!) #ml null #null!! #I have no idea how I’d go about the final imprisonment tho #maybe Felix or the group trick it #or something. but I don’t see Null as being a fool #though I do think that its disdain for humanity has caused it to limit how much it observed the world (due to bias and hatred) #<- don’t quote on that tho. I have no idea if I’ll stick with any of this #metal and magic #metal and magic au

[plzu]

the one in which you are very much not sick - (adrian chase x reader)

A/N: quick sick fic. don't let the banner fool you, this is more silly than fluff. but! it's still fluff nonetheless.

Summary: you make it rather difficult for Adrian to take care of you when you're sick.

Wordcount: 1.3k

“I’m fine,” you say. “I’m normal.” The gravitas of your tight-lipped assurance is nulled by the stuffiness of your nose and glassy look in your eye. Unfocused glare, downtrodden by exhaustion, failing to phase Adrian even a little bit.

“You and I both know you’re not fine,” he reprimands. He places a glass of ginger ale on the coffee table, in front of where you’re curled up on the couch. 

“I hate ginger ale,” you whine. Because you cannot help it. 

“See, and that’s how I know you’re not normal, either. Sick people love ginger ale. Even healthy people like ginger ale.”

“I’d rather die than drink that.”

“You’re being very dramatic.”

You can’t help that, either.

Having a cold reduces you to a bratty baby again. You are a stubborn child. Years of maturing and surpassing puberty mean nothing when your head feels so clogged up, the pressure incessant behind your eyes. You’re also extra irritable because it is the one night Adrian has off. No Fennel Fields, no task force missions. It was supposed to be your special night. Go out on a date, eat terribly greasy foods, suck face. 

Now the only face-sucking is whatever your nose is doing with each wet, icky sniffle.

“Why can’t we just go out?” you pout. “I’m really not that sick. I promise. We can even just do a drive-thru and sit in a parking lot or something.”

Each word is punctuated by bubbles of stuffiness, and does little to help convince Adrian that you’re not that sick.

Adrian’s hands rests on his hips, and he gives you a pointed look. “You really don’t want to go out looking like that.”

You blink slowly up at him.

“Seriously, you look terrible.”

Your eyebrows scrunch together.

“This is the worst I’ve ever seen you. You look disgusting, actually.”

Your jaw drops open, completely affronted.

“That’s mean, Adrian.”

“I know, I’m so sorry,” he says in a desperate rush, eyes growing big with guilt behind his glasses.

“You’ve been hanging around Chris too much,” you grumble, burying further into the quilt that’s wrapped around your shoulders. Desire to leave the house be damned, you will be the most snuggliest burrito in all of Evergreen.

“I just thought that if I switched tactics, you’d drop it. You hate going out when you don’t think you look good.”

“But our daaate,” you wail, giving into pathetic poutiness. 

Exasperation crosses Adrian’s face as he helplessly looks around, gears in his head turning. Adrian would do just about anything for you, but your needs are kind of clashing with your wants right now, so he has to come up with some sort of compromise.

Finally, he has an idea for how to give you what you want while also getting you to do what he needs you to do. He calls your name to get your droopy eyes back on him.

“Okay, we’re still going to have our date.”

This intrigues you. You halfheartedly perk up, waiting for the ‘but.’

“We can have our date right here, without leaving the house,” he continues. “But-” (there it is) “we can’t start our date until you take one sip of your ginger ale. Just one,” he presses, ignoring the disgusted scrunching of your face. “Pretty please? For me?”

Unfortunately, you are not immune to the green, imploring eyes of Adrian Chase.

And so you take a wretched little sip of ginger ale, and you make sure to make a big to-do about it. You may have complied to his demands, but you will make sure Adrian knows that this is absolute torture. 

Adrian just rolls his eyes. 

“It cannot possibly be that bad.”

He’s right. It isn’t actually that bad. But you were griping and moaning about it so much, it’d feel silly if you drank it like it wasn’t an insult to your taste buds. 

“I did what you asked. Can we start our date now?”

“Yes, yes we can,” Adrian nods, a satisfied smile gracing his lips as he holds his hand up, index finger pointed out at you. “And like a good date, I am going to make you some dinner.”

You gasp, eyes sparkling as much as they can behind their heavy lids. “Chocolate cake,” you breathe.

“No. What?”

“I always crave chocolate cake when I’m sick.”

“You’re really not good at taking care of yourself,” Adrian notes with a sort of fond exasperation. But then his eyes widen with realization as your words dawn on him, and he points with an exclamation of, “Ah-hah! So you admit you’re sick!”

You shut your mouth, too little too late in keeping the comment to yourself. But then your lips part again, unable to properly breathe through your nose at the moment and needing the relief of oxygen to filter through chapped lips. Your gaze slinks away from his, defeated. 

With an appeased little head bob, Adrian continues: “No. I’m making you chicken noodle soup.” 

He pauses. Takes in the watery look of your eyes. How feeble and pouty you look, wrapped up in a blanket, leaning miserably against the arm of the sofa because sitting up straight requires too much effort on your ailing body. And then he sighs. “If you drink the rest of your ginger ale, I’ll get you chocolate cake for dessert.”

Hope lightens your features, but then your brow knits in consternation and wars with that hope, and you cast the most dreary of glances towards the fizzy light amber liquid in the glass in front of you. And then, with a heavy slump of your shoulders as though Adrian asked you to saw your arm off for him, you nod. You will drink the ginger ale if it means having a piece of cake. You will do this one thing. You concede. You yield.

“Seriously, you’re being way too dramatic.”

You did not realize you were complaining out loud again.

By the time Adrian returns with two bowls of soup, you completed the dreadful task of finishing the ginger ale. He places the bowls down on the coffee table, warns you to wait for it to cool, and takes the empty glass back to the kitchen with him. When he returns, it’s with a bottle of hot sauce for your soup. This makes you perk up. He remembered like you having your soup with hot sauce; you nearly cry with gratitude, and almost (but not quite) feel bad for all your grousing.

“Did you decide what movie you want to watch?” Adrian asks as he settles in next to you on the couch. 

You instinctively scooch closer to him on the couch so that your hips press against his. “Hm? Movie?”

“Yeah. Y’know, for our date? Dinner and a movie?” Adrian provides matter-of-factly.

You laugh, but it turns into a cough--one that you hide inside your blanket. Meekly, you request 13 Going on 30.

“Good choice, babe.” Adrian commends with utmost seriousness, and puts on the movie with barely-repressed enthusiasm. You might die giggling in your soup.

The soup is just as comforting as the movie, makes the sick taste that lingers in your mouth more bearable.The salt of it satisfies your taste buds, and the heat of it works open your sinuses. So that by the time you get to the end of the movie, when Jenna sees Matty on his wedding day and she cries, you are full on weeping without any obstructions. 

You end up falling asleep, sniffling, with your head on Adrian’s shoulder. Bowl of soup abandoned on the table, spoon resting in the leftover dregs at the bottom of the dish. Adrian gazes at what he can of your face with unfettered adoration, smiling in awe. Even with snot dripping from your nose, which is admittedly pretty gross, he can’t help but think you’re the cutest thing in the world. 

When you wake up a bit later, you’re lying fully on your side, couch to yourself, no longer supported by Adrian’s body. You crack open bleary eyes to a plate of chocolate cake.

You’ve definitely had worse dates, you think, heart feeling full.

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#peacemaker #adrian chase x reader #adrian chase #hbo peacemaker #vigilante x reader #fic #mine

[bxd-kxrma]

Prologue - Null Eviction

Stepping through the void portal Karma took a look around the area, vast nothingness. It was exactly as one would expect when entering a vast white void. Completely empty except for the exit building that lay just a couple feet ahead.

“Echo!” Her voice would somehow echo even though there was a lack of walls for her voice to bounce off of. Maybe she was just that loud.

“Good morning Vietnam!!!!” And again the echo would bounce her voice back, earning a small laugh from the brawler before she set down the small bag accompanying her to the ground and opening it up. “Ok, now just to double check. Capsule box full of food and drinks? Check. Sensu beans? Check. And… Some extra clothes. Yup. It’s all here.”

‘What are you planning now?’ The voice inside her head would stir like a dark cloud in Karma’s mind. Clearly agitated, as usual.

“I’m not gonna spoil the fun. Just sit and wait.” Karma would begin to stretch as she talked. “You know, I was thinking. You were right, I’ve really lost my drive. My passion or whatever you wanna call it. Maybe being a house wife wouldn’t be too bad. But you listened to what Ruby said too, training is about moving forward while attaining goals and being proud of yourself and who knows, one day my specialties may be needed to help with whatever threat my come our way. So. I’m really tired of being stuck in the same spot. I think it’s about time I snip the dead weight from me already.”

The brawler would finish her little warm up. “So, anything else to say?”

‘….You and that bastard are fools. But I’ll play your game.’

“Fuck you’re predictable.”

Karma would sigh and look at the building that served as the exit to this dimension. There was a bit of hesitation in her movements as she feared the worst outcome of her plan. That, and she would also be doing something very stupid. “Man, I should have said goodbye to some people. But the last thing I wanted was someone worrying about me.” Or a couple people.

“Oh well, at least Dad’s a quadrillionaire.” Her hand would glow a bright pink, summoning a ball of energy in her hand that would soon encase her palm. “I’m sure she’ll cover me when I get out.”

‘Wait! You don’t plan to-‘

“Sure do! You ready Null? No way in! No way out! Let’s do it!”

Despite the screaming of the alter in her head, Karma would launch the pink energy ball right at the exit, effectively blowing the building away until there was nothing but dust and rubble.

‘You goddamn idiot! You’ve doomed the both of us!! When I get out of here-‘

“Yea see, that’s the next thing… You ready to come out?”

“Cause now. I’m gonna kick your ass.”

#Eviction of Null; #Ayo starting soon let’s gooo #Verse; Cyverse

[ohanahoku-ao3]

Whumptober Day 10

@whumptober Still at it! Hope you guys like this one, it's one of my favorites so far!

Teen & Up - Gen - Teen Wolf

Rebirth in Darkness

     It started with an eerie sense of familiarity, a sense of something lurking behind him, always two steps behind, yet three steps ahead. It was like being stalked by a predator who knew his every move before he even made it. It was unsettling, to say the least. At first, out of desperation and stupidity, he ignored it. He wanted ignorance, wanted to believe that Scott’s little team of do-gooders had really managed to seal the dark fox away.

     When he woke up to a notification on his phone saying his reservation for a plane to Mexico was ready, a flight he’d never arranged, he knew it was useless to pretend anymore. He shut his phone off, sat up, and shut his eyes. It was easy, too easy, to find the shadow lurking in his mind. He opened his eyes to find himself back in his bed at the hospital, propped up on pillows and unable to move. He hated this. He should have been able to control what happened in his own mindscape, but the fox always had known where he was most vulnerable and used that to its advantage.

     “Hello, Peter.” It always began like this, with Peter having to stare at his own mangled and burnt body. “It’s been a while.”

     He couldn’t speak, couldn’t even open his mouth. But the fox was in his mind. It knew his thoughts, and he tried to project them as loud and spitefully as possible.

     “Ouch. And here I thought you’d have missed me.” The shadow said in Peter’s familiar way of false sincerity. “No matter. You see, I’ve got a proposition for you.”

     Peter wanted to scream, to yell and rage, and tear the throat of the visage using his face. Their contract had been fulfilled, and Peter didn’t want to return to what he’d been.

     “True, our previous contract is null and void.” His likeness agreed, lips quirking up at its wording. “You were very clever, arranging your death and resurrection without me catching wind of it. I’ve always had a fondness for clever people, and I’ve grown to care for you, Peter Hale.”

     A forced exhale didn’t sound nearly close enough to the scoff he intended it to be, and the shadow smirked smugly. Peter could feel it lapping up the dissension of his mind, trapped inside his own head, as it were.

     “I can’t help but notice that you’ve grown weak in my absence, though. Haven’t done much since we parted, have you? Kept your head down, bending to that cheap alpha pup’s will.” The shadow intoned, digging deep into Peter’s soul, baring his emotions, his ego and insecurity. “How it must pain you to be treated like a pariah, to be an outsider in the pack you so desperately crave to be a part of. Don’t you wish you could simply steal it from him sometimes?” His face grinned with a thirst for blood that Peter had seen a few too many times in his mirror. “It would be so easy, wouldn’t it?” It asked. “You managed to fool me once. Tricking Scott into giving up his alpha powers would be like taking candy from a baby.”

     Peter closed his eyes, breathing heavily as he tried to remind himself that he didn’t want to be the power-hungry wolf anymore. He wasn’t scared to get blood on his hands. Not when it was for a good reason. But there was no good reason to kill Scott. He had no need to be an alpha now, despite how he’d fought with himself on the matter ten times over before making up his mind. He didn’t need to be the alpha. He only needed an alpha to keep him steady, to save him from going insane as an omega.

     “Can’t you see that you’re lost with me, Peter? I’m the one you need, not him.”

     Peter opened his eyes to find the hospital room gone. This time, he was outside his home, watching as it blazed, hearing the screams of his family. A cry was torn from his throat, and like he did every time the Nogitsune showed him this, he moved forward without thinking, a howl in his throat and eyes glowing as he ran towards the house. It did no good. No matter how hard he ran, he never got any closer to the house.

     At length, Peter stopped, bent at the waist and panting heavily as he covered his ears, trying to block out the sounds of his family’s anguish. “Stop it!” He shouted, falling to his knees as a childish cry of terror ran through him like a spear. He felt the first pack bond stretch and snap inside his chest and cried in agony. His niece was only three and human. “Just make it stop!”

     “I can make it stop, Peter.” The shadow’s voice had changed, and when he looked up it was to see a bandage-covered man standing next to him. “The pain you feel is the loss of your pack, a hole deep inside you that only pack bonds can heal.”

     Peter’s face crumpled with a sob when he heard his brother call out his name. Two threads followed the first, gone and painful, like burning holes in his chest. “Scott will never accept you in his pack. He’s just as bad as the hunters that stole your family away from you, forcing you to live in this hell they put you through.”

     Glass shattered, and more screams erupted anew, Peter’s claws digging into his scalp as he screamed along with them, begging for it to stop as death severed more bonds. “Please, please, just make it stop.” He whispered.

     “Together, we can make all this pain disappear, Peter.” The figure knelt before him, shielding him from the sight of his family dying. “I can see through the scars inside you, Peter. I can feel the pain that you’ve suffered through. All I want to do is help it go away.”

     Peter stared up at the shadow of a man long dead. He didn’t… He couldn’t…

     “You can, Peter. Together, we can rebuild the pack that they think you shouldn’t have.” A hand settled on his shoulder, and Peter’s stomach swooped low at the fatherly touch that gripped just a little too hard. “You truly are lost, and without me, you’ll never have your pack back, but with my help…”

     Peter’s resolve crumbled as the screams in the house went silent amid the crackling flames. Unable to bear it any longer as bond after bond snapped in quick succession, Peter gripped the shadow’s jacket, tears streaking his face as he begged. “Help me! I’ll do whatever you want; just make it stop!”

     A grin grew on the bandaged face, and Peter screamed as he felt the dark fox envelop his mind, a shadow curling into the void in his soul left behind by the broken bonds.

#whumptober2023 #no.10 #lyric #can't you see that you're lost without me #teen wolf #fic #emotional manipulation tw #death of family tw #read on ao3 #fanfiction #ao3 fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 link #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #peter hale #nogitsune #teen wolf peter

[m-l1999]

Inspired by this year Nobel Prize winner Katalin Karikó

A quintessential scientist

She was mocked and demoted for being

Rejected by NIH and

Desk rejected (*bs) by Top Journals Nature

All because of her Messenger RNA research

They said

“Are you crazy?

A messenger RNA

To cure diseases out of its command?”

She murmured to herself,

“I can see the hand of God

In that little lab

One day

It will save millions of lives

This lab will become a museum

Only if I can beg for an opportunity in a lab”

They said,

“You fool

You don’t know how to do science

See you need to go hustle in all conferences

Girl, you need to hustle

And kiss the asses of the oligarchs

Who might spare you some grants and publications

For something that interests their bizarre minds

For example

Create some dangerous virus in the lab

Give it a fancy name

Gain of function research

Nike’s slogan, “Just do it” and who cares

NIH love it and give out millions of grants

On taxpayers’ sweat and blood

Who cares if it is reckless and causes mass destruction

Don’t you know Peter Daszak invented the best scientific tool to disprove null hypothesis

By conspiring with a group of fellow scientists

Who all like messing around with dangerous virus

In the name of science and nature of course

Peter Daszak said, “

My natural institute is to envision a future that

Virus from bat caves and humans can go coexist”

NIH mafia head Fauci, “

Bravo,

Thanks for the invite to your fundraiser event

So my ass can be kissed and covered”

So the greatest scientific tool to disprove null hypothesis is born

It is called conspiracy

Oligarchs love so much that they publish the new scientific tool in Nature

And more money from NIH

And petty rewards

To cover their asses

What great progress in science

Kristian Andersen shouted to his excitement,

NIH will sure make me tenure

For that publication in Nature covered in lies

All for ass kissing and ass covering

Science is just a game

Hustle and tenure that is

Once you make tenure

Your life is so comfortable

That you loses all appetite

To the grave that is all there is left

Other than useless publications

We all know for a fact that nobody reads

Unless it is for literature review to mention some big names

To please some reviewers for more ass kissing

And we sure only read the abstract seriously

You only excitement is to

Kiss ass or have ass being kissed in annual conferences”

Big shots surely won’t miss a single conference

Finally from kissing asses to asses being kissed

She replied “

I will not give up

Even though I get kicked out of academia

For being true to my scientific curiosity

And my desire to serve humanity

One day you will thank me

For saving humanity and your ass

I will win

One that day

I will be vindicated”

Yes,

She has been vindicated

Big time

For history judges us all

On the face of undeserving academic oligarchs

And their petty lives from kissing ass to covering ass

With full mockery and distain

A storm

Rock the pride of corrupt scientific oligarchy to the core

Back to the true spirit of enlightenment

TRUTH is valuable, and shall overcome

So will I say finally get to say?

Vindicated!

I am counting on that day everyday

[cyclonesyndicate]

cat & dog || fantasia || trial 6.4

"Villain or hero I don’t really care what I’m called. I just want to make the world a better place."

It makes sense now, why Fantasia had never viewed Beowulf as particularly suiting villainhood. He wasn't one at all-- or, well. He didn't think he was one. That person who'd believed himself above all of them, who'd described himself as different from all of them self-serving villains, was Beowulf... who, in revealing himself, had become a worse villain than any of them there. He'd done all of it by lying and deceiving them into friendship, while writing self-righteous journals in the background about how none of them could trust the other. It was truly hypocritical. It was fascinating.

Fantasia, a being manufactured to be a masterful liar, had been fooled. He'd considered Beowulf one of his closest friends here. He'd thought he'd understood him, and why he'd killed his father. He'd even helped him with confessing to Null, which in hindsight was a bit unfortunate. One might expect, in that case, that Fantasia should be angry. There's no sign of that on his face, though. Just bright, shining eyes and a wide grin. If Beowulf had fooled even him, then... he must be an individual truly unlike any Fantasia had ever met. And that was worth of admiration!

"Fantastique!"

He crows, moving in his chair so he's squatting on it. It gives him the ability to lean forward further, as if if he were to get close enough, he could understand every microcosm of Beowulf's person. Then he might understand--

He might understand, then, why he can't only be delighted. Why the marvel of being tricked by one of his very first-ever friends wasn't as beautiful an experience as any other he'd had. It was new, wasn't it? Then why? Every other time he's had something new, even if it was bad-- even if he was dying-- he'd been happy about it. ...Had he? ...No, not quite. He had been upset about his death, he remembers. Upset about the lack of choice he'd had in how his life had panned out. ...The difference was, of course, that he'd simply ignored it then. He'd decided to be happy about what he had, instead of upset about what he didn't.

Now... he finds it hard, actually. Ignoring the crushing sensation behind his ribcage is harder than it was before, now that Fantasia, unbeknownst to him, has fallen into the trap known as 'humanity'. Feeling everything at once, not just the good that he chooses to feel when it suits him. Fantasia, of course, doesn't understand this. What he understands is that he doesn't understand Beowulf, and he needs to.

"...What a magnificent reveal this is! That you played us all for fools this whole time! No wonder you were always so righteous in those trials, non? I am sure we vastly disappointed you, with our poor and selfish ways!"

...Ah, that's right. He tilts his head. 

"You sent a message, after I died, did you not? I thought it was so sweet, that I inspired you! That you wanted everyone to act as I did! Now I see in your journals, you were deriding those who killed for their own selfish means instead of working together-- so, which is it?"

His head tilts the other way. 

"Using me as an example back then, being inspired... do you think we are similar in some ways, mon chéri? Just being someone who wanted to survive? From one murderer to another, that is what you said, is it not?"

The smile ever-present on Fantasia's face grows sharp, fangs sticking through. Maybe he does understand, in some ways. Or, rather-- he understands the state Beowulf might be in. Where lives can be taken over and over if you think it's what's needs to be done. Where you have yet to understand the beauty of the world and all it holds, and feel you're responsible for changing it. The state Fantasia was once in. But now...

"You killed all those people, oui? Those criminal heroes and villains on that chart. Maybe they deserved it-- no, no, they certainly did!

But you are now no better than them, are you? You must know this, yes? Neither a hero nor a villain-- just a rotten, self-serving devil."

He smiles, outstretching a hand.

"From one murderer to another, then... this final wish of yours. It should be your own death, should it not? It is only fair!"

There's no animosity in his tone as he says it, miraculously enough. It's simply what he feels is right. 

He'd decided, back then, that Sade would be Echo's final victim, a life taken reluctantly. But as for Fantasia-- a rotten, self-serving devil in his own right-- he supposes one more would only be an expression of his own freedom.

#ch 6 #fantasia

[anntidote]

: ♡ love tap - mattsukawa issei

— “i want all of you, and i mean all of you...” ♡

pairing: mattsukawa issei x fem!reader

warnings: smut, fluff if ya squint, lit rally what’s plot?, SIZE KINK, descriptions of fat cock, belly bulging, ahegao face, brain rot (dumbification), squirting, unprotected sex (wrap b4 ya tap), penetration, smidge of aftercare— did i mention issei’s horse cock yet?

summary: according to google, a ‘love tap’ is a sign of affection shown by a simple smack or hit. but in your case, mattsun uses something else... and it’s quite big...

the first time you saw mattsun’s cock, something in you short circuited.

he’s just so pretty. a slight curve to the right and vein on the underside. his tip flushed the same rose of his cheeks, as it whimpers in precum that makes you salivate. but this is besides the fact of his sheer size.

this man his huge. girth needing two of your hands to barely wrap around the base of him, and you’d extend your jaw as much as you could. weighing heavy on your tongue when you gave him a blowjob- only a couple inches in and you’re gagging.

you simply feel so bad.

mattsun had probably gone through women who couldn’t take it. if you’d ask- he’d recount stories of how they were afraid he’d genuinely break them in half, how a girl dislocated her jaw, and so on.

and although there’s nothing wrong with saying no— holy shit, he must have had blue balls for so long.

and that’s most likely why mattsun is whimpering, even when he’s above you. barely keeping himself together as you pant, reaching up to stroke his cheek affectionately.

his arms at either side of your head and barely holding himself up. he lines his tip up at your entrance, breath hitching at how your small hole sputters at the contact. still sensitive from the other orgasms he’d diligently prepped you with. but even so...

“are you sure about this?” he hesitates, eyes boring into yours, trying to find any hint of doubt. “you don’t have to do this for me.”

you resist to roll your eyes, thumb stroking against his cheekbone. your response, hot against his skin when you look at him with a coy look.

“i want all of you, baby.” and you feel his eyes widen when you push your hips against his, the mere tip stretching your walls and having your mouth drop slightly open. your initial even tone, now a bit airy.

“and i mean- all of you.”

to mattsun, that statement meant two things.

the first one is reassurance. and it warms his heart on how willing you are to love him, and i mean, all of him. it’s kind of traumatizing to have women reject you so many times because of your size- yet here you are. so pliant and wanting him, and the entirety of him.

the second one is... well- “ah fuck-!”

your moan sends a shiver down mattsun’s spine as he’s slowly sinking into your heat. cock so thick that your mind fuzzes up like an old VHS tape, and he groans in tandem with you. your body curling forward at the delicious burn- his cock nothing like you’d ever taken before.

he moves his hands to rub against the side of your thighs reassuringly. “y-your cunt is so tight, baby... ah shit- i might break ya...”

your pupils are cloudy when you say words that make mattsun’s stomach churn.

“please...”

mattsun should be laughing, ‘cause fuck— you want him to break you?

you’d already made a dark puddle against the sheets- your arousal is undeniable and sending mattsun for a loop. he takes his hand and reaches down, rubbing along your pussy to find the button that makes your vision speckle. and your legs unconsciously spread wider, a moan falls from your lips.

and it’s when he bottoms out, hips flush against yours, is when your breath is knocked right out of you. your cunt, speared open by the sheer girth of mattsun’s cock. and you blink at the blurry vision you have, your vocal cords null, as you try to suck in a breath but absolutely failing- as it feels like you’ve been split in two. his cock, simply too much for your small body.

“fuck, baby.” he hissed from above you- the feeling of your velvety walls enveloping the entirety of him feeling so... so... good.

all you can think about is how heavy his balls feel against the skin of your ass, but it’s hard to put together any thoughts when your guys are being rearranged. your lungs never having a mere second to expand.

and mattsun wishes you could see how you look right now.

drool running down your chin when his cock drags out slowly, your cunt clenching when you take in a greedy breath. tears beginning to stream, and your brain processes with one thought, and one thought only.

mattsun’s cock is fucking huge.

and when you squeeze around the tip of him, he’s already pushing back in. your whimpers are delicious against his ears when he rolls his hips against yours, even when your hands find a purchase on his shoulders.

“sh-should’ve fucked this cunt sooner if i-“ he breathes, his fingers gripping against the meat of your waist. and you’re crying as he sets his pace, thrusting, and your vision going hazy- almost as if you were a virgin again.

“you’re...so... big- agh!!” your throb around him, sucking him in greedily- but you simply can’t help it. the feeling impossibly good, thrumming through your veins.

you wanna get fucked full.

“uhh... aah...” you could barely keep your eyes open at the sheer speed and force of his thrusts. balls slapping against your ass and pleasure clouding your rationality.

“cunt so tight, ya can’t let me g-go...” he grunts out, thrusting a tad faster, gripping your hips and sure to bruise.

the moan that escapes you is pornographic and embarrassing— something mattsun would love to tattoo into his ears. especially when you’re whimpering incoherent phrases, cheeks wet with tears, and eyes half lidded— simply because you’re being speared by his cock.

and a curse escapes him, finally noticing the obscene squelch that rings louder and louder, with every brush of his cock against you. “ ‘m gonna fill ya up, doll. fill ya up nice and good.”

he can’t fool you with how clenched his jaw is, and the tightness in his gut that threatens to pour over. the stutter in his hips and how your toes curl. the intensity of the ordeal building higher and higher. and when you deliberate clench around his shaft, feeling every ridge of him- it’s almost painful.

yet it only takes his name to stumble from your lips to let the dam, overflow.

“issei, please—!!”

“fuck fuck fuck!” mattsun groans, settling on longer strokes and burying himself inside of you. filling you with utter warmth that poops against your inner walls in milky ropes. “ah shit-“ only for him to fuck his seed into you, and the tantalizing spasm of your walls against his sensitive length sends him for a frenzy.

“issei-!” your chest tightens, almost as if you can’t breathe. your back arches, a familiar pressure beginning to push a limit, and your alarms beginning to go off. “issei- issei-“ you try to say, but your pussy just grows tighter and tighter. your body thrumming, and burning up in utter heat, when you gurgle his name.

“c’mon, babe. a-almost there.” he punctuates with a specific thrust that makes you cry out.

you’re already sobbing at this point. moans are broken and everything is incoherent nonsense- but that’s what mattsun wants. and what he wants—

you’d gladly serve.

“issei—!”

and it’s too much, when the pressure snaps. the intense burn as your squirt, cumming all over the length of his shaft and hips. and it keeps coming with every thrust. you feel your juices trickling down your thighs, and hear your boyfriend curse under his breath. specifically when he reaches down to the slight bump in your stomach, pressing slightly, and feeling the tip of his cock adjust.

and your cum sloshes inside of you, mixing with his, and it chases mattsun’s cock when he pulls out. crippling past your lower lips and onto the cotton sheets below.

you’re a wreck.

cunt utterly abused and lips swollen. lashes wet, and cum slowly trickling between your thighs. bruised, tongue lolling out- only able to nod when mattsun strokes your cheek, asking if you wanted a bath.

but not before he takes his softening cock, and giving a light slap to your sputtering cunt. you jolt, sending him a death glare.

“ ‘‘twas just a love tap, baby.” he responds with that stupid, know-it-all smirk, before you hear his feet patter against the bathroom tiles, and a flick of the faucet.

the second thing, that “all of you” told him is simple.

that he loves you. tapping or not.

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[skzsauce01]

Clementia

Anniversary Request Special

Description: You’d always had a special place in your heart for Lee Minho even though he gives you countless reasons to hate him. How long will your patience last?

Warning: alcohol, sexual assault

Word Count: 2.5k

Pairing: fem!reader x Minho

“Y/N—”

“Go away, Minho.”

“Y/N, look at me.”

“I said no!”

“Well I said I’m sorry.”

You snap around to face him. “Sorry isn’t going to cut it, Lee Minho. You screwed up. You. Screwed. Up. I gave you one request, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“I had my reasons!” he protests.

“Yeah? Well let’s hear them.”

He emits a few noises but can't come up with anything. His face flushes red, but not as red as yours.

“There’s no excuse for breaking someone’s heart ever. Remember that.” You turn on your heels and begin walking away until he says something even more repulsive.

“Why do you care so much? She’s not even your real sister!” he calls after you.

You pause, unable to comprehend how such words could ever enter your ears. You then slowly walk back to him as he stiffens with every step you take.

“Not my real sister?” Your voice is soft, but it is effective.

“I mean—”

“You’re saying the girls at Epsilon Phi aren’t sisters?” Your voice begins to rise. “We’re more sisters than you and I were ever friends, Lee Minho! We love each other more than biological families do, but of course you wouldn’t know how that feels, would you? All you have in your chest is a cold, hard piece of coal!”

You turn away and break off into a run this time. Tears stream down your face from being insulted and betrayed by someone you held with high esteem.

You like Lee Minho. Of course, you’d never admit that. To the world, he is just some kid of your mom’s friend who annoyed you to no end, but through the arguments and time spent trying to prove each other wrong, your feelings grew bit by bit. When he had a relationship with your very own Little, you held in your feelings and wished them both the best. After all, you love both of them, and their happiness together was good enough for you.

That is, until Minho broke things off as nothing but a fling.

Minho has always been a huge flirt, but he’d promised to take her seriously this time. You made him swear it, and you emphasized how much your Little meant to you. Now, because you’re his family friend, your Little won’t even speak to you. Minho had ruined your and her relationship, and evidently yours and his too.

He didn’t used to be like this, all manipulative and amorous. You remember he used to follow you at the heel, caring about nothing more than sticking gum in your hair. It wasn’t until senior year of high school did he start hanging out with random girls and trying daredevilish things. You missed the old Minho, but you thought you’d accept him for all his changes since you did, after all, like him.

Until this moment, that is.

What he did was too much. What he said was too much. You know he is becoming toxic, and if he is going to continue down this path, even your love isn’t going to bring him back to your heart.

Minho watches your waning back then slams his fist against a nearby tree with a curse. You didn’t give him enough time to explain, not that he would have been able to in front of you.

You’d forgive him though, right? You have to. When he messed up before this, Minho could be sure you would. But now, he isn’t so certain. He has never seen you so angry and disappointed before, and he did that to you. Him. Minho lets out another string of curses and trudges back to his room.

He tries making it up to you the very next morning. He shows up to your 8 AM class with a cup of coffee and slides it onto your desk before sitting down himself.

You don’t even look at him. You just take the cup and slam it down in front of him, causing its contents to spill and burn your fingers. He quickly takes your hand in his and begins wiping it with his sleeve, but you recoil your arm and take out your own napkin.

The next place he tries is at your neighboring frat party. He knows you would be there, so he wears his tightest black jeans and a loose button-up. This trick has worked with other girls, so he hopes it would on you.

He takes the dance floor with his powerful dance moves and charisma. He can see you deliberately turned away from him and chatting with someone else, so he dances towards you. The cheering circle that has formed around him moves as well, engulfing you into the crowd.

You finally turn to make sure you don’t bump into anyone. Minho takes this chance to shoot you a wink which draws the crowd’s attention to you. They cheer and push you towards him despite your protests.

Minho takes your arm and leads you in the dance. You used to like dancing with him; your and his flow matches perfectly, and the two of you could revive a dying party just by dancing together. Today though, you just aren’t having it.

Minho puts a hand on your shoulder and scoops his hips low earning a cheer from the crowd. You can hear them calling your name, anticipating your response. You look down at Minho and immediately recognize his choice of clothing.

I wonder who’s going to have her heart broken tomorrow, you think with a dry laugh. Minho flinches, recognizing that sound. You take his falter as a chance to fling his arm off of you before walking away.

A chorus of oohs fills the room, and the crowd splits like the Red Sea for you.

You hear your name from his lips again. “Y/N!” It is more strained now than it was last night. Desperate. Defeated.

You gave him some thought after hearing the sincerity in his tone, but you are glad you did not turn around that night when you see him in class with some other girl on his lap. Whatever. He’s dead to you now, so why should you care what he’s doing?

Minho watches as you walk farther and farther from him. He pushes the girl off and continues to stare with narrowed eyes at you as you greet your new seat neighbors.

This isn’t how he predicted you would react. Truthfully, he kind of knew this attempt wouldn’t work. For one, it hadn’t worked once since he first tried it in high school. He thought hanging out with other girls would make him more attractive, more desirable by competition. At least, that’s what some then-college kids told him. Once he started, he just found himself unable to stop. It was a self-feeding cycle, really. Holding onto other girls and charming them numbs the void in his chest, but you ignore him whenever he acts like this which only further widens the gap. 

What is he to do though? This is the only life he knows, and so, it is the life he leads. Not all love stories can end happily.

And his sure doesn’t seem like it is going to. 

Sirens wail in the background. With the amount of girls he’s fooled around with, he kind of had it coming. Minho stares at his wrists, not daring to think, but one thought keeps recurring in his mind: you. He is going to disappoint you yet again. You already hate him, and now you are going to see him handcuffed too.

The cold wind makes him shiver when you, his emergency contact, open the door and step into the station. Your eyes immediately find him, and you make your way over.

“Y/—”

“Are you hurt?” you ask plainly.

Despite your icy tone, those three simple words fill him with a warmth he hasn’t known for a long time.

“I’m okay.” His hands reach forward, wanting to grab yours and keep you with him, but you’ve already walked away to announce your arrival to an officer.

“Miss L/Y Y/N?” a young official greets a little too enthusiastically. She looks familiar, you note.

“Yes, I am she.”

The officer looks pleased by your annoyed attitude towards the defendant. “Mister Lee is here tonight because of an accusation by Miss Choi of assault,” she informs you coyly.

You look at him. “Minho,” you said with a chilled voice. “Is it true?”

“No! Y/N, I wouldn’t—”

“It’s okay. I believe you.”

“Excuse me?” the officer sputters.

“I believe him,” you repeat. “He’s been going out with more people than I have fingers, but he never laid a finger on them.”

“But Y/N, that doesn’t mean he can’t start now,” the officer protests. “You’re his contact, but you hate him now. Surely, he’s changed”

“First of all, it’s Miss L/N to you, Officer” —you read her name tag and pieces begin to fall together from her eagerness to convict Minho to the inkling you felt the moment you saw her— “Yoo. And secondly, is it not against the law for you to be working on a case where your cousin’s the accuser?”

“How did you—!”

“Nothing escapes us Epsilon Phi sisters, even news from other sororities. Besides, Minho never plays with the same girl twice. As expected, this report is filed for an incident two months ago. You, Officer Yoo, knew I was his contact and waited for us to get into yet another fight before having your cousin put in the accusation, didn’t you?”

She scoffs in your face. “That’s a bold accusation from yourself towards law enforcement.”

“Where is the accuser right now? Shouldn’t she be here for interrogation as well?”

“Well she—” the officer looks increasingly flustered. “She needs rest after having to relive the memories of what happened. We’ll call her in tomorrow. Anyway, Mr. Lee Minho, I can hear your testimony now in room #3.”

Minho stands obediently.

“Wait. I request someone else interrogate him,” you object.

“We’re busy right now,” Officer Yoo huffs. “We can’t just let you choose who does the job.”

You cross your arms. “Sure. Interrogate him and have the entire case be nulled after I file a conflict of interest.”

Officer Yoo grits her teeth but returns to her station to call for another officer.

In the meantime, you turn to Minho. “Don’t answer anything you don’t want to, especially if they start leading you on with questions. It’s in your rights to remain silent, alright?”

Minho nods numbly at your words, still confused as to why you are so nice to him. Before he can figure it out though, an older man appears from the back and takes him to an interrogation room.

“Mr. Lee Minho?” 

“Yes.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Chief Jeon. I’m just going to ask you a few questions today; is that alright?”

“Yes.”

The chief nods and pulls out some papers. “Would you mind describing what happened with Miss Choi?”

“Well I was with—” he gestures towards the papers with his accuser’s name on it— “and we were hitting it off. She bought me a couple of drinks and at some point leaned in to kiss me. I realized something at that point, and I stopped her. She got angry, saying how she spent all that cash on alcohol for me, and threatened to accuse me of assault if I didn’t do what she said, but I knew I couldn’t do it.”

“Because of what you realized?” the chief repeats.

“... Yes.”

“And what was it you realized?”

“Do I have to say it?”

“According to the law, no, but if it can help you with your case, you might want to.”

Minho fidgets with his cuffs. “They can’t hear me from outside, right?”

“No. They most certainly cannot.”

And so, Minho tells him.

Minho turns around while the metal bars clang shut behind him. The chief thinks he has a pretty good chance, but due to the gravity of the accusation, they still decided to keep Minho in holding to give the accuser more time to make her case.

You stare at him from the other side, arms crossed. Minho takes the fact that you’re still here at two in the morning as a good sign for him.

“Thanks for being here,” he tries to start a conversation.

“I didn’t really have a choice.” So cold.

“I’ll change my emergency contact.”

“Please do.”

He winces. “Look… Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m sorry for insulting your sisterhood and for hurting your Little. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?”

He looks at you with those doe-like eyes of his. For once, you don’t feel anything while looking back at them.

“That’s not why I’m mad anymore. In fact, I’m not even mad,” you tell him. “My Little told me what really happened. She told me that she was actually the one who dumped you after you adamantly refused to kiss her. I asked some other girls you’ve seen and they all said the same thing. That’s why I was so confident with the officer earlier. I guess I owe you an apology for getting angry when you weren’t at fault.”

“Then”—he holds out a hand sheepishly— “truce?”

You look at it but keep your arms crossed. “Taking a step back from you has made me see things I wasn’t able to before, Minho, and that’s made me realize how much you’ve changed. You were my friend, my rival— someone who never failed to get on my nerves but also someone I couldn’t go without. But now” —you drop your arms and shake your head— “I can’t even recognize you anymore.”

You take a step back to leave. You’ve done this many times before, like when he stuck a plastic spider down your shirt or when he called you stupid in front of your crush in fifth grade, but something about this time feels different. Something about this time tells him you aren’t turning back around once you left.

A sudden despair grips Minho and he runs into the bars. “Wait!”

You pause, offering him one last second.

“Your Little,” he gasps, “did she tell you why I wouldn’t kiss her?”

You nod. “The others I asked did too. They said you were thinking about some other girl while you were with them.”

“Not ‘some other’ girl. One other girl.”

“I know.” You begin to walk again.

“Then why are you leaving?” He reaches a hand out, trying to grab any part of you. “Stay with me. Please, Y/N, stay.”

You don’t pause a second time. Out of desperation, he cries out, “Y/N, I love you!”

That makes you stop midstep. He holds his breath as you put one foot back then the other next to it to face him. You are so beautiful when you look at him. He melts under your gaze as you focus on him and only him. He’ll cherish you this time when you give him another chance. He’ll quit this playboy lifestyle. He won’t take advantage of your patience anymore. He’ll give you all that his heart has to offer. He’ll make sure you’re the only one in his eyes. He’ll love you. He loves you.

“Minho.” You relax your shoulders and straighten your back. You tilt your head just slightly forward and erase the edge off your tone. “I loved you.”

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[storiesforallfandoms]

survivor ~ captain jack sparrow;pirates of the caribbean

word count: 2090

request?: yes!

“Hello, I have an idea for a story with Jack Sparrow so I thought I'd request, one where Jack rescues the reader from a sunken ship at the ocean, where she was apparently the only survivor. At first, she's very reserved and cautious around him, but as they get to know each other and she's more comfortable with him, Jack sees himself falling hard for her, he has quite a lot of trouble dealing with/confessing his feelings but in the end, they get together. Thanks :D”

description: in which he saves the only survivor of a sunken ship and helps her to open up to his crew

pairing: jack sparrow x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, ptsd, and survivor’s guilt

masterlist (one, two)

The sight of the broken ship was haunting to the usually chipper crew of the Black Pearl. They had heard the explosion before seeing the wreckage, but hoped they were wrong in thinking it was a shipwreck.

Jack watched from the wheel, trying to keep a straight face as his eyes searched the water for signs of bodies. If they could save at least one person, just one, he would call it a victory.

“Call if you see anything,” he announced to his crew. “Anything we could salvage.”

But the further they travelled into the wreckage, the more evident it became that they weren’t going to find anything - or anyone.

Jack sighed, an ache in his heart for his fellow pirates who had likely died in the shipwreck. His eyes lingered on the water a moment longer before he started to turn away from the wreckage.

“Jack!” Elizabeth exclaimed as the boat began to turn. “There’s a girl in the water!”

They pulled the floating body out of the water. Her skin was stone cold and was nearly translucent it was so pale. Jack knelt down next to her and lowered his ear to her mouth. He couldn’t hear her breathing, and her chest wasn’t moving to signify there was any life left in her body. He started pushing on her chest, breathing into her mouth and nose between the pressing against her chest.

“She’s gone Jack,” Will said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Let’s take her somewhere to gibe her a proper burial.”

Jack sighed. He didn’t want to give up, but there seemed like no hope in his attempts. As he sat back on his knees, the girl suddenly spit up whatever water was in her lungs and started coughing as she tried to catch her breath.

“Get her something to warm her, and some dry clothes!” Jack told two of his crew members. He regarded the panicking girl with a gentle touch, pulling her attention to him. She was breathing heavily, her eyes darting between the crew members in fear before they rested on Jack. “You’re alright, you’re safe now. We’ll take care of you.”

~~~~~~

Their new passenger, unsurprisingly, kept to herself for a while after she was saved. They kept her above deck for the rest of the day in order to make sure she was okay, but once the night came, Jack insisted she have her own space so she didn’t feel smothered with everyone else’s presence.

The first night was hard. She woke up screaming from nightmares of the crash, waking everyone else on the ship with her. She refused to talk to anyone who came to comfort her, and even physically pushed them away. After that, she was left alone by everyone.

Except for Jack.

Jack would visit her regularly to bring her food, clothes, and other supplies. He would ask her how she was, ask about her past and the ship she had been travelling on. His attempts were null as she never responded, but he didn’t stop trying.

Eventually, he did get her to speak her first sentence, “My name is (Y/N).”

The more he went to her, the more (Y/N) began to open up to him. It was a slow start, and even when he could get her to start talking she didn’t discuss much about herself, but soon enough she would be excitedly waiting for Jack’s daily visit, and eventually she even started to go to him to see him.

On one day, (Y/N) was waiting in Jack’s cabin for him to return from an adventure he had gone on. She was starting to look much better than the day she had been saved from the wreckage, and even before that. Jack and his crew hadn’t seen what she was before, but if they had they definitely would’ve been happy with her progress, no matter how slow it was.

She jumped when the door to Jack’s cabin opened violently and the captain stumbled in. His clothes were torn and he was bloody on his arms and his face. He was obviously hurt, but the way he sauntered over to his desk could’ve fooled anyone.

“What happened?” (Y/N) asked, standing from Jack’s bed to approach him.

“We walked right into their trap,” Jack responded, opening his desk and pulling a bottle of rum from it. “We weren’t ready for it.”

“Is everyone else...” (Y/N) trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.

“We didn’t lose anyone,” Jack finished, knowing where she was going. “Just some injuries. They’re all being taken care of.”

He collapsed onto his chair, groaning as pain coursed through him. (Y/N) approached him and took the bottle from his hand. She retrieved the bandages from the bottom drawer in his desk and started to treat the wound on his face. Through the winces of pain, he smiled up at her.

“You know your way through my desk pretty well,” he teased.

When she smiled back at him, it was as if the entire room brightened. “I’ve watched you enough times to know where your medical supplies are, and to know that you do not know how to properly clean and dress a wound.”

“I try not to waste the rum.”

(Y/N) gave him a playful look before pouring some more of the rum over his wound. He winced and sucked in a painful breath as she dabbed the blood with a cloth before applying a bandage to it. She reached for his tattered shirt to take it off, but she hesitated a moment. Jack looked up at her, seeing that she was trying to avoid looking at him, and took off his shirt for her.

She began to clean the wounds on his chest, which luckily weren’t deep. Jack watched her as she worked, noticing a bit of strain in her face. He had seen that look many times before, usually on other pirates that had seen too much in their lifetime. He had seen it on his own father and uncle’s faces before both of them left him to his own devices.

“You’ve done this before,” he noted, although he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

(Y/N) looked up at him, her eyes wide like they had been when she was first saved. Jack regretted speaking and was about to take back his words when (Y/N) spoke.

“I was the medic on the ship you saved me from,” she said. “Whenever the crew members were hurt, I would help them.”

It was the first time she had told anyone anything about her past, especially about the ship she used to be a part of. She could feel a lump growing in her throat as she remembered the men that she had once considered a family that she would never see again.

“How long were you travelling with them?” Jack asked.

She was absentmindedly wiping his chest now, the blood already cleaned from his wounds. “Since I was a young girl. I was the daughter of their former captain. When he got too old, he resigned to life on land, but I wanted to keep travelling. I was never very strong, nor fast, so actually being a pirate was out of the question. I was eventually taught how to care for their wounds and for their sick so I could stay on board as a medic.”

As she took the bandages to wrap up Jack’s wounds, flashes of the many men she had patched up flashed before her eyes. The familiar faces and familiar smiles that she still dreamed of every night, that eventually turned to nightmares.

She looked away from Jack as tears started falling down her eyes. Jack reached up to wipe a tear with his thumb, cradling her face gently.

“They didn’t deserve to die,” she said, shaking her head. “They were good men. They weren’t violent pirates, they didn’t rob or kill anyone innocent. They took from bad people, they helped those in need. They were the most selfless men I had ever met.”

“What happened the day of the shipwreck?”

(Y/N)’s face twisted with grief as she remembered that fateful day. It was something that would always be in her memory, no matter how hard she tried to forget it.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “We thought it was just us for miles. I was below deck when the first cannonball hit the boat. I came up to try and help the best I could, but the next one hit so close to us that we became dazed. The next one...”

She trailed off, wincing at the memory of the loud explosion. When it had hit the boat, she was thrown into the water. Her men were around her, struggling to get free from the remaining intact parts of the ship. There was another explosion and everything went black. (Y/N) was so sure she was dead. Part of her wished the explosion had killed her, too.

“Probably one of the bad people that was ticked off,” Jack said, his voice soft and gentle. His wounds were dressed, but he made no effort to move to put his shirt back on. “I’m sorry you had to experience that.”

“I still have dreams about them,” (Y/N) told him. “About my crew, and about that day. I sometimes with I were one of the ones who went down with them. I wish I could’ve saved someone else besides me, or that I had joined them.”

Jack stood so that he was at eye level with her. (Y/N) couldn’t look up at him, but he gently tilted her head back so that she was.

“I’m glad we were able to save you,” he told her. “Even if this is the first time I’ve come to learn something about you, having you on this ship has made everything so much brighter. Our little visits and small conversations have made me so happy. I understand that feeling of guilt when you lose part of your crew and you couldn’t do anything to save them, although I can’t imagine the level of pain you are going through right now. But I’m glad you’re here.”

His words made her truly happy for the first time in weeks.

They looked into each other’s eyes for a long time. Jack brushed (Y/N)’s hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. He left a tingly feeling on the parts of her face that he touched. (Y/N) had never felt that before, and it made her stomach fill with butterflies and her heart flip with excitement.

Before they could stop themselves, Jack leaned in for a kiss and (Y/N) met him half way. He placed one of his hands on the back of her head, tangling his fingers in her hair as he kissed her deeply. She wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss. Her body pressed against his in a way that almost made him fall backwards into the chair again.

Jack finally pulled away first, gazing down into her eyes again. “Was that too much?”

(Y/N) giggled. “No. I really enjoyed it actually.”

“Me too,” Jack admitted. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while.”

“I would have thought a self proclaimed ladies man like you would’ve just taken the opportunity to kiss me long ago.”

Jack chuckled at this. “I may be a ladies man, but I am still respectful. You were grieving, I wasn’t going to take advantage of that.”

(Y/N) smiled at him. She pulled out of his embrace and passed him a shirt that was completely intact. “I appreciate all you have done for me, Jack. If you will have me, I would love to stay on the ship and be your medic.”

Jack smiled at her as he slipped the shirt on. “I was planning on asking you to stay regardless of what role you would play. Although, if you would like, I could also offer you a second role while you stay here.”

“And what role would that be?”

Jack kissed her lips again. “I wonder.”

(Y/N) was beaming as she looked up at him. “I would love to stay here with you Jack. I want nothing more than to travel the world with you, or to even be wherever you are.”

“Then it is decided,” he said. “You will stay with me forever.”

(Y/N) nodded. “Forever.”

#captain jack sparrow #jack sparrow #jack sparrow imagine #jack sparrow x reader #johnny depp #johnny depp imagine #johnny depp x imagine #pirates of the caribbean #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[newnitz]

Kevin’s Transformations

I think an analysis of Kevin’s mutations and how it affects his character are in order.

Let’s start by comparing them to Kevin in human/Osmosian(depending on whether you consider the Rooters arc canon or not) form. The baseline, so to speak.

Baseline Kevin

Now, as a kid, he acted like a little sociopath. I admit it. It’s hinted that he’s lonely and bitter due to being treated like a freak, and that it’s the energy absorption and especially the Omnitrix absorption that are driving him mad. @crown-made-of-unicorn-tears made a post explaining Child!Kevin in better detail than I could. In Omniverse, we see signs of Teen Kevin’s redeeming qualities in his preteen self. Befriending the Amalgam children, giving Argit extra rations and considering him his only friend after the mindwipe. Argit even said he escaped the Null Void to find friends.

As a teenager, he seems much better behaved. Now don’t get me wrong, he‘s still a juvenile delinquent, but one that is much more concerned with the rewards and much more averse to wanton destruction. He’s also still a bitter, angry cynic, but throughout UAF he also grows to have a sense of justice and care about innocent lives, though he still won’t shy away from shooting the bad guy, unlike the Tennysons. I think something that isn’t discussed about baseline Kevin is his loyalty: He maintains that Ben gets Max’s holo as early as Kevin’s Big Score, allowing his powers to be abused for Vulkanis’s quick buck, is a devoted boyfriend to Gwen(which he should be, considering what she put up with) and finds taking advantage of people to be a special kind of evil. 

Kevin 11

Now, let’s take a look at Kevin 11. In this form, Kevin’s energy-madness is at its worst: He’s violent, hyper-confrontational, megalomaniacal and vengeful. This is Baseline!Kevin’s worst fear, and it sets the tone to his relationship with his powers. After being imprisoned within the Null Void and realizing this just doesn’t work for him, he gets rescued by a benevolent mentor: 

In many ways, Kevin 11 was the unstable, maladaptive shell of the scared, lost child Kevin was. And with Kwarrel’s guidance, he learns to use his powers to build a healthier shell he can will in and out of - his matter absorption powers. 

And then Servantis got his hands on the boy, and fed him the idea of being a hero, exploited his grudge and used mundane brainwashing tactics when he realized Kevin couldn’t be directly mind-controlled like his teammates were. When sent to carry out their mission, Kevin couldn’t resist absorbing the Omnitrix and mutates for a second time, Kevin 11 vol.2. Kevin 12? Ah, what the Hell.

Kevin 12

This is the craziest Kevin would ever get. He could no longer tell friend from foe, ensnaring Ben and Max, as well as Gwen and his allies the Amalgam kids in his vines, monologuing about being the hero. I personally find this mutation sad and am kind of glad Kevin grew up with it wiped from his mind - it shows how badly he wanted to be the good guy all along. And it puts a different context on his friendship with Argit - the one who subdued him. We actually see him apply Kwarrel’s teachings here - changing back to normal at the sight of Gwen. 

Four years later, two yahoos get the bright idea to hack the Omnitrix, The smart one backs off at Azmuth’s warning, but the stupid one who wears it doesn’t. Which leads to Kevin rushing to try and contain the blast, absorbing the Omnitrix’s power yet again in the process. Now his third mutation might not look like it, but his mind was clearly subtly affected:

Stone Kevin

Having only remembered the first mutation, Kevin is understandably disraught from “[being] a monster again”. That doesn’t explain the sheer glee he has at the prospect of beating Chromastone up, lashing out at Gwen several times unprovoked, the mood swings and road rage, not to mention the Charmcaster episode: Would she have fooled a fully-lucid Kevin, who saw through Michael Morningstar? Thee business with Ragnarok is trickier, since we know for a fact Kevin’s attached to the idea of his father, but there could be an argument for his condition exacerbating his vengefulness. Due to the cause of the mutation - unintentionally absorbing the energy of the overloaded Omnitrix, the only cure was for it to be destroyed. 

And now we get to the most interesting mutation: 

Ultimate Kevin

Honestly, everything that can be said about this has been said in @emperorsfoot​ ‘s in-depth analysis. All I’ll add is note that while he has a LOT more power than the previous transformations(at least, not moderated by matter absorption like Stone Kevin), this is wher he shows signs of retaining fragments of his sanity. I also find it interesting that they utilized Michael Morningstar to reverse his transformation, someone who’s clearly more dangerous than Kevin. Though, granted, they did have failsafes. 

And then we get to the final (confirmed) mutation: 

Weapon XI

I actually liked the Rooters arc, believe it or not, and I think it adds another layer to Kevin’s character. As for this transformation, I don’t buy Kevin’s claims that he’s in full control. I think he’s in much better control than before, even compared to Stone Kevin, but I still see hints of rage and manic laughter. I think he’s using his altered state of mind to his advantage when it comes to tricking Servantis, and while willingly changing back the moment he utilized what he needed out of this form(Feedback’s antennae to free the Amalgam kids), try and tell me that “do you MIND?!” outburst isn’t residual rage. Speaking of residual, Kevin himself offers an even better explanation to his improved control than “headbutting Servantis, the guy who could never literally get into my head, gave me control”. He confirmed the tolerance theory - that ever since the first season of Alien Force, Kevin 11 has been scratching at the back of his mind, but he’s gotten better and better reasons to ignore it, until eventually it was like a second nature to him. 

Until, 25 years later, he didn’t. 

Kevin 11000

Now this mutation is the scariest. He has reportedly absorbed thousands of aliens in the Null Void, and by his looks also the fully unlocked Omnitrix, and can will himself in-between this mutated form and his original one. But this time, he didn’t lose his sanity, but his humanity. No remorse, no love for his son Devlin, nothing matters to him except revenge on Ben. Now I’m still not convinced this is a post-OV future, since it seems to contradict with End of an Era, but if it is, it’s quite sobering to see. Makes it hard to root for his character, knowing the heart Kevin had in his late teens will eventually be snuffed out. In a way, it means the OG monster in the back of his mind will eventually devour the budding hero. And that even if the Tennysons rescue him, he’ll fall again, and again, and again. It’s part of why I cling to the alternate future part of Ken 10, even if Ken himself is confirmed to exist in the prime future. 

#ben 10 #ben 10 alien force #ben 10 ultimate alien #ben 10 omniverse #kevin ethan levin #kevin levin #kevin 11 #ultimate kevin #kevin 11000

[siren-virus]

Lucky boy AU! question, Considering all the neon and potential glitter that Ben has in his vigilante disguise, how does he put it all on and off, and how long does it take each time? Also, how does this effect his school life with all the nightstakeouts? Would he be extra cautious with all of the stuff he keeps hidden from his family? And would there be times where he slips out a detail or 2, or almost get caught but not quite and manages to save himself?

Also, his vigilante name could be perhaps Nyan Cat? reference to a meme and videogame, cringy enough to be silly and funny at the same time, and the only thing that he would be missing would be the poptart... He could very well leave poptart stickers once he finishes a job as a signature of his, as long as he has a way to make them steadily XD

Ok so had to draw some things cause I work best when I have visuals. And of course I have to create the content I wish to consume... sigh...

First part about his disguise:  So I was thinking something simple like how he turns into an alien, just a quick flash of light and POOF. Magical boy. Lazy animation as an example. (might clean it up as some point, it’s my career, i’m just lazy)

It saves a lot of time to be honest. Plus I like to consider things from the perspective on an animator. Yes you could recycle the same ol’ magical girl dressup sequence each episode... BUT! Where’s the visual interest?? Ben is Extra flashy in all ways shapes and forms, so I’ll make sure I can portray it the best I can. Also I just think it’s funny that he just disappears only to reappear in a magenta explosion shortly after. 

Second part: School? disgusting! Just kidding. Honestly I wasn’t thinking about school life, it’s way too common for super heros to be in school, so I was just gonna say they’re all adults in this. Or at least out of school. As great as it is to have the whole highschool drama/super hero life thing. It’s just overdone to the maximum. 

School is traumatic, I’m already putting this guy through enough shit.

I was thinking Ben has moved out at this point and works part time- or casually--- do americans do casual work? is that a thing over there? -- Just to keep himself off the streets, he’s either living in a small apartment in Bellwood, or Undertown- In his room he’s got this nifty little portal to get to Undertown- makes things convenient.

As for his parents, they know not of his vigilante life- and of course, the loving parents they are, will always pay surprise visits to make sure Ben is doing well. Many times his mum has tried to slip him $20 behind her husbands back. To which Carl does the exact same, but with $50 instead. He rejects their money most of the time, unless he’s absolutely desperate- groceries don’t buy themselves.

Sometimes during their surprise visits they see an odd bruise/cut or 2. They hound him for answers and he always gives a smooth lie- whilst trying to hide his tell-tail twitching eye. “Oh I slipped on a puddle at work” “cut myself while cooking” “Fell down the stairs” “Fell asleep on the bus and bumped my head extra hard” etc, etc.

Max has also paid a visit or two unexpectedly. Ben, at that point tried to hide his very broken arm- (healing spells are exhausting and shouldn't be used often with broken bones because they might not heal correctly) - Almost got caught, but fortunately his cool demeaner fooled Max... or did it?

So I love the idea with the stickers. I imagine that Ben being the shit he is, slaps a large glowing sticker over his enemies head, either magenta or toxic green. He uses them as a beacon to lure plumbers to the area (Like Rook, who is both surprised yet delighted to find most crooks are being taken care of. He can’t shake the feeling that maybe what he’s been told about this vigilante might be false.)

To add further insult to injury Ben likes to make an extra flashy display of his escape, usually saying something like “Ciao!” or “Au Revoir, loser!” with a peace sign to accompany him.

 As for how he gets the stickers, he makes them, very cheaply, he draws them, uses sticky tape to make it shiny and enhances them with mana, also uses a good spell to keep them stuck to the wall- permanently- but the glow fades after a day. The plumbers don’t usually do anything about graffiti, but, the amount of those stickers found on their vehicles... it’s enough to almost tempt them into throwing Ben in the Null Void.

I’m less keen about using Nyan Cat, I mean it’s great but like- i dunno we already have Nyancy Chan. But I like where you’re going with this.

Woo. There ya go, sorry about grammar/spelling issues, I can’t read.

Oh and if I forgot something let me know and I’ll add to this or pop in a seperate post.

#ben 10 #fanart #luck boy! au #answer #concept art #animation

[pandoraimperatrix]

Cockblocked by Batman’s son

BatCat | Humour/Romance | 1,4k

The fucker was on her for a while, and as much as their cat and bat game was fun, it was beginning to get in the middle of her business. There was this tiny small Brazilian island with her name on it, and unfortunately it was hard to steal whole islands than jewellery, so, of course, to steal some of the latter to get her island. She was calling it her retirement plan.

She was so close to her goal 12 million goal, only 10k to go, the job had been a god send, a rich collector had just acquired an Edwardian aquamarine and diamond brooch that have been on her client’s list for ages, thank goodness it was not her style at all, so she wouldn’t be tempted. It was easy enough, the security system was not what she expected from her research, but it had been fun to crack it, it was good to be surprised sometimes, she thought, kept her on her toes.

Her prize was already safely inside her bag, and Selina was ready to leave, when he appeared dark and broody, cape flowing behind him like a vampire on a silent era movie.

“Put it back.”

“Oh for Bastet’s sake!”

She ran, he went after her, and to be fair she was having fun taunting him, but there was something odd about that night, usually he gave her a little more of work, he seemed to be lagging. She even looked behind a few times to see if he was still following her, because there was nights in which would just leave to take care of an actual life threating crime. Selina thought that was the case and stopped to look, as much as the danger of him actually catching her and taking her prize back was not null, it almost felt like a let down when he’d just leave like that without a proper goodbye. He had no manners! Have no one taught him how to treat a lady?

Not that she was one.

She turned away and head back small rooftop apartment on East End, she had just entered her home, and pulled the cowl off her head when she felt a massive weight smash against her back throwing her on the floor. Fear struck her even harder, had the celling just fallen? She screamed for her cats to find safety before she managed to wiggle her body around enough to get an idea of the situation.

“What the actual fuck!”

The celling was intact and what was currently pressing her to the floor was the wall of meat known as the Batman.

“Put… it back.”

And then his eyes closed. She had never been close enough to notice before, but they were blue.

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It was embarrassing. She was tied up to a bomb. Heist gone wrong, well, it was good that he appeared since it was his fault that there was a heist at all. After leaving her flat while she napped after playing his personal Florence Nightingale all night, he repaid her by stealing her brooch!

Can you believe it?

The ingratitude?

The disrespect?

It was entirely his fault that she was obligated to break into that stupid warehouse to steal her new mark – an art deco diamond bracelet with an asscher cut, totally her style, she was already planning how to get it back, for free, of course. It was not her fault that the intel that got forgot to inform her that it was the same warehouse that had been used by Don Malone to hide drugs. And that when she broke in the place was no empty and Malone’s goons thought she was working for Falcone. Of course, no one believed her when she told them that she didn’t have anything to do with that.

You know, that’s why Selina had no trouble lying, because the truth hardly matters when someone wants to fuck you up, they will just do it for good measure, for fun, because sometimes you bloody deserve it for being the fool that nursed the fucking Batman back to health and were robbed by him.

But then, just as was she was about to accept that was how she’d meet her maker, a little leprechaun fell from the roof and said in a squeaky voice that she’d be okay.

“Geez, freaks are getting younger every day!”

Until Batman appeared and started defusing the bomb she thought she had already died and was having a very weird afterlife.

“He’s not a freak.”

“Oh… he’s with you!”

Maybe she was having a very weird afterlife. But why the hell her afterlife included the fucking Batman?

“He’s my… hmm… son.”

Wait, that was too weird for an afterlife.

“Your son? And his mother is okay with that? Jesus, isn’t he afraid of falling down?”

The boy had limbed a rope hanging from the roof and was hanging upside down by his pixie booted feet.

“He doesn’t have a mother,” Batman muttered as he still worked on her bomb, well, not hers. She owned no bombs, your honour. He was awfully talkative that night, that Batman. “Robin, behave!”

Oh my god, he was the leprechaun’s father! The information was just too good and at the same time she had no idea of what to do with it. It was the kind of prize she’d keep for herself.

“I’m behaving!” the high pitched boyish voice shouted back, but he did a flip and landed on the floor. She could say she was impressed. How old was that kid? Less than ten, she’d bet.

“Poor kitten, is she…”

“She died” he said so devoid of feeling that she raised an eyebrow. Of course Batman tended to be stoic, but, that was cold even for him.

“I’m sorry for your lost” she tried lamely.

He sighed. Batman actually sighed. What the hell was happening?

“I didn’t know her. He’s adopted.”

That night was one shocking revelation after another, wasn’t it?

“So… There isn’t a Mrs. Batman, then?”

What kind of lame line was that? Urgh. But was he… Nah. She was imagining it. He had not, in fact, sniffed her neck.

Of course, she couldn’t see, he was behind her, and although she could see Robin at the entrance very well because the light coming from outside reflected his little yellow cape as he amused himself by doing what looked like very dangerous acrobatics, where she was sitting, tied to a chair that was chained to a bomb, was completely dark. She could only hope he was really some sort of vampiric meta that could see in the dark otherwise letting him disarm the bomb was not the best of her decisions.

“It’s done.”

He released her. Selina rotated her wrists and stood up, relieved.

“Robin, let’s go!”

She watched as the boy let out a happy yelp and ran ahead, they could use that one as a limitless energy source and end climate change.

“Wait” she said walking around the chair to meet him in the dark “let me say thank you first, you just saved my life.”

“There’s no n-“

He couldn’t end the sentence when Selina blindly pressed her lips against his.

She meant to be a small playful peck, but Batman’s gloved hand slid to the small of her back, pulling her close and before she could think clearly about what she was doing, her arms were around his neck, hoisting her body up to fix their huge height difference issue. He parted her lips and slid his hot tongue against the roof of her mouth, the hard pointy part of his mask that protected his nose biting into her cheek.

“Ewww,” they broke the kiss to look at Robin’s small face wrinkled with disgust, but still remained in each other’s arms for a moment. And then, slowly, they turned their faces back forward.

Selina swallowed down, she still could taste him. And he was not letting her go, she had to be the one to pull her arms back, her hells touching the floor again.

She never thought she’d ever see Batman acting awkward but there was no other word to describe the way he grunted and stepped back before nodding to her and left, taking his little killjoy with him.

She stood there for a while.

She almost died.

She kissed the Batman.

Was cockblocked by Batman’s son.

Batman’s son??

What the fuck!

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The rain made the power go out and I was looking through my WIPs. I really don’t remember writing this story lmao. But now It is finished and you can read it!

Please tell me what you think of it.

Kisses, see ya.

#batcat #brulina #baby batcat #gotham #selina kyle #bruce wayne #catwoman #batman #my fic #dick grayson #robin

[the-currian]

T7!

lmao this entire fic is full of inside jokes. originally made for the Filo A3!/Genshin discord I’m a part of as part of the server bang. it’s already been uploaded there, so i decided to fix it up a bit and upload it here as well^^

i may not be active anymore in the server; i’m more of a lurker now, but i’d like to dedicate this to the server members. you guys gave me lots of good times and things to smile about & look forward to during a time when i was trying to pick myself up. thank you <3

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One event that Izumi brushes off as the daily shenanigans that come along with being the director of the Mankai Company has a bigger impact on her actors than she thought.

or:

The director is clueless to the thirst/advances of the company. The troupes struggle. The director remains oblivious.

--

It all started with a towel.

Living in a dorm along with over twenty young men, surely there would be no shortage of needs for day-to-day life… or so Izumi thought. Staring at her reflection in the bathroom’s mirror has made her realize that perhaps she’d overestimated the dorm’s supplies.

‘Maybe if I’m quiet enough, no one will notice me sneaking back to my room.’ She thinks to herself in dismay, tugging at the bath towel that just barely covered the more…indecent parts of her body.

‘It’s just my luck that my bathroom sprung a leak.’

Thus, Izumi was forced to use one of the communal bathrooms shared by the actors. Of course, she’d made it abundantly clear that no one was allowed to go in while she made use of the actors’ facilities (Izumi’s also fairly sure that Sakyo had stressed that no one was allowed even remotely near the communal bathroom while she were there) but the thought of walking back to her room with nothing but a towel on made her anxiety skyrocket.

‘I should’ve just waited for my own shower to be fixed.’

Being too used to having her own private bathroom, Izumi had developed the habit of only grabbing a towel from a cabinet before heading off into the showers since it’s directly connected to her room. Why bother bringing new clothes into the bathroom and risk getting them wet when she could just change in her own bedroom?

Obviously that logic was null in this scenario – what with the trek she now has to make back to her room from the communal showers, and only in a towel! Moreover, the towel was obviously intended for only covering the lower half of men, if the short length was anything to go by.

Mulling it over, Izumi weighs the pros and cons of walking through the dorm’s corridors in only a towel to shield herself, then allows herself a few minutes to sulk over the decision made. Taking a deep breath, Izumi steels herself before slowly creaking open the bathroom door, peeking for any bystanders. Seeing none, she carefully tiptoes back to her room. 

Thud. Thud. Thud.

As she makes her way through, Izumi feel like every step echoes throughout the halls and she instinctively tightens her grip on the towel, desperately trying to draw it tighter and more securely around her. Thankfully, Izumi is able to make it to her room without incident – she really needs to thank Sakyo for clearing the area later – when suddenly, as her room is less than a meter away, a shadow darts into her field of vision.

Already tense and on edge from the situation she found herself in, Izumi lets out an ear-splitting shriek and all hell breaks loose.

Footsteps come thundering her way and Izumi’s brain short-circuits as the whole company suddenly appears in the corridors, all of them calling out “director” or various other namesakes in worried tones.

Izumi struggles to form a coherent sentence to tell them that she’s fine and for all of them to stay the hell away please and thank you, when the shadow from earlier who she now identifies as Misumi in the middle of a triangle hunt cheerfully calls out,

“Oh, director! Did you have a nice bath?”

The corridor goes eerily quiet, and Izumi feel several pairs of eyes focused on her state of dress – or lack thereof, rather.

Masumi and several other of the younger members faint almost instantly. Most of the adults’ faces flush bright red as they stammer out apologies, while some others politely avert their eyes.

One thing is for certain.

The entire company is suddenly reminded that their director is in fact a very attractive, very single, woman.

As all the men seem to be distracted by their own mental turmoil, Izumi takes the opportunity to slip into her room. After making sure the door is securely locked, she deflates and slides down against the door. The shuffling of footsteps fades away, signaling the company members’ retreat, and Izumi’s mind takes its sweet time to process what just occurred.

Once again, the Mankai dorms are filled with Izumi’s ear-splitting shriek, only this time the members are wise enough to leave her be.

--

By dinnertime, Izumi figures she’s calmed down enough to let bygones be bygones.

“Thanks for the food!” she forces herself to say in a cheery manner, tight-lipped smile giving her away.

She’s honestly still feeling a bit apprehensive by the stares she receives over the dining table, but her actors fall back into an easy conversation. Izumi, on the other hand, finds herself half-heartedly poking the eggplant tempura that she normally eats with gusto as a side dish to her beloved curry. Something about the atmosphere makes her feel uneasy as if there’s some sort of unspoken tension that everyone but she has figured out.

Again, Izumi feels everyone’s eyes on her as she abruptly stands up. In her haste, the chair screeches against the floor and her tableware clatters noisily, making herself the unwanted center of attention.

“I…I’m not feeling that hungry tonight.” Izumi mutters, refusing to meet anyone’s eyes. Mustering up the last of her dignity, Izumi shuffles out of the room and goes straight to her bedroom, making sure the door locks.

Unbeknownst to her, mere minutes after she’d cleared the vicinity, Sakyo abruptly calls for an all-troupes-on-deck meeting. After clearing the dining area, the large group of young men make their way over to the living room and try their best to get comfortable amongst one another, the room suddenly feeling very cramped with everyone in the room at the same time.

In front of them all, the only one standing, Sakyo paces back and forth as he strategizes the best course of action to approach the situation. He comes to a sudden halt and the group’s attention is immediately focused on Sakyo, with the younger ones’ backs stiffening as they straighten up in an unconscious sign of deference.

“We do not speak of the incident that happened earlier this morning.” Sakyo’s voice comes out quietly but threateningly as he levels a glare at each and every occupant of the room. “We make the director feel as safe as possible in our presence. Got it?”

Not bothering to wait for a response, Sakyo stalks out of the room. Slowly, the actors disperse and go about their usual nightly activities, but fuelled by the reminder of the spectacle that had occurred that morning gave them some other plans in mind.

--

“Tangina mo, Banri.” Itaru swears under his breath as his character is suddenly left for dead in the middle of a space station. The culprit was none other than Banri, who had Itaru and the other players in the server fooled.

“What was that, Chigasaki?” Chikage questions with mild interest from his side of the room.

Itaru takes out his phone and opens up another game to play as he waits for Banri to inevitably win as the impostor in the game.

“Playing a game with some strangers online. Picked up some lingo from these Filo players that Banri and I happen to clash against a lot.” Itaru elaborates with a nonchalant shrug of his shoulders.

“Hm. I do wonder how you or Settsu intend to win the director over when all you do is mess around in those games of yours.”

Itaru’s fingers hover over his phone screen for a split second as he processes the older man’s words.

“…Excuse me?”

“You are aware of what the... ah, towel incident this morning has caused, aren’t you?”

“Sakyo already told us to not bring it up.” Itaru says calmly, but Chikage notices his roommate’s ears redden at the reminder, and is pleased to see that his goading has its intended effect.

“Of course.” Chikage concedes. “However, the younger members of the troupe can be quite rash.”

Itaru lightly drops his phone onto his desk and runs his fingers through his hair as he grudgingly turns to his roommate. Itaru hastily ties his bangs away from his face and levels what he hopes is a neutral stare at Chikage. 

“Not my job to keep the kids’ thirsting under control.” He says, then turns back to face his monitor.

“I suppose…”

With that, Itaru starts playing his game again as the subject matter is dropped.

“But perhaps it’s not the kids you should be worrying about.”

…or so he thought.

Again, Itaru takes the bait and bites out, “What exactly are you trying to say, senpai?”

Chikage changes his expression into one of feigned innocence. “Nothing, really. Ah, I do hope you don’t mind having curry for lunch tomorrow. The director and I will be cooking together all morning.”

Itaru is about to stand up and retort, fed up with Chikage’s subtle remarks, when a loud noise blares from Itaru’s computer, causing him to curse and swiftly turn back to his screen. “Shit, you’re distracting me from my game. Do me a favor and go back to being the absentee roommate for a while.”

With an amused chuckle, Chikage acquiesces to his roommate’s request and heads out, closing the door behind him.

Itaru slumps back against his chair as soon as the older man is gone and puts on his headset. Taking a quick glance back before clicking it on, he speaks in a low voice,

“Hey, director, sorry for muting my mici. Let’s get back to the game, shall we?”

--

The next morning, Chikage walks into the kitchen with a special bag of spices in hand. However, seeing another member of the company already in the kitchen with the director has him narrowing his eyes and his mouth curving down in displeasure.

“So first we have to roast the eggplant before we dip it in the egg?” Izumi asks her companion.

Chikage takes in the sight of Omi leaning in quite close behind the director with the excuse of supervising her work, and a twinge of annoyance bothers him.

“That’s right.” Omi confirms, drawing even closer to Izumi as he points to the long, purple fruit. “But before that, we peel the skin off after it’s done roasting.”

The tall college student is practically caging Izumi as both hands reach from either side of her to demonstrate how to peel the eggplant. At this, Chikage decides to make his presence known.

“I was under the impression that it would only be the two of us making lunch, director.” he butts in, frown replaced with a sharp smile.

“Oh, Chikage!” Izumi calls out as she casually slips out of Omi’s arms, oblivious to the pout on Omi’s face as she does so. “Don’t worry! We’re still making curry for lunch. It’s just that Tasuku got a bunch of eggplants from helping out at a farm, so we’ve been trying to figure out different ways to cook them. I believe this dish is called tortang talong? Anyway, Omi insisted that he help me out with lunch today! I hope you don’t mind.”

“Yes, I hope you don’t mind the intrusion, Chikage.” Omi echoes, looking completely unapologetic as he says so.

Not one to back down, Chikage completely ignores the younger man’s backhanded apology and instead turns his attention to the director.

“Here.” he says, holding the bag of spices out to Izumi. As she takes the bag from Chikage, his hands linger on hers for much longer than strictly necessary, causing her grip on the bag to fumble. A blush quickly creeps onto Izumi’s face.

“Th-thanks.” She stammers, hastily pulling her hands back as soon as she’s gotten a firm hold on the bag of spices.

The three adults cook in the kitchen with an awkward silence that Izumi just can’t figure out the root of. An unspoken tension looms over and she can’t bring herself to speak up. Lost in her thoughts, Izumi picks up a roasted eggplant then yelps at the heat of the newly roasted fruit, burning herself. Before Izumi can act, Omi grasps her wrist, inspecting her hand.

“Be careful, alright?” he says gently, guiding Izumi over to the sink and sticking her hand under the running faucet.

Izumi involuntarily shivers, and she’s not so sure if it’s because of the temperature of the cold water or if it’s because of the tender way that Omi handles her.

“Let Omi and I take care of the rest, director.” Chikage’s voice comes out harshly, snapping Izumi out of her thoughts. He hands her an ice pack and she takes it with a grateful smile.

“That’s probably for the best.” Izumi agrees, then turns off the faucet. As she leaves the kitchen and heads over to the living room, Izumi can feel the tension from earlier return tenfold and quickly hightails it out of there, deciding that she didn’t want to know, nor did she want to get caught up in the crossfire.

--

“So it’s curry again today, huh.” Tenma says dejectedly as he settles at the dining table.

Most of the other company members mumble the same sentiment but ultimately sit down.

Citron’s eyes light up as he spots the other food dish on the table. “Not to worry, everyone! It appears we are also having Tasuku’s eggplant for lunch!”

Several of the actors give Citron a blank stare.

“Somehow, that just doesn’t sound right.” Taichi says, and Juza nods in agreement.

“Oh, director! What happened to your hand?” Tsumugi blurts out, immediately picking up on the strange way Izumi held her chopsticks.

Izumi blanches and reflexively cradles her hand to her chest, closing herself off from the young men to spare them from worry. “It’s nothi–“

“Izumi accidentally burned herself while preparing lunch.” Chikage immediately speaks over her.

“Uwah!” Muku cries out. “Director, you shouldn’t be using your hand, then! You might irritate the wound and then it might get worse and then you’ll have to retire from being director because your–“

“Hey, hey, chillax!” Kazunari reins in Muku before he can start spiralling into catastrophizing Izumi’s minor dilemma. “The solution is obvious, Mukkun! All I have to do is feed Izumi her lunch! Her dinner, too, probs!”

“If anyone is feeding the director, it’s gonna be me.” Masumi asserts.

“Now hold on a minute. “ Izumi begins to protest.

“Fufufu~ How about it, director?” Azuma says, offering his own eggplant to Izumi with his chopsticks.

The dining room is quickly filled with the clamor of various members insisting that they be the one to feed the director her lunch.

“Boys, settle down!” Izumi yells over the cacophony of voices. At the authority in her tone, the young men back down and turn their attention to Izumi. “No one is going to be feeding me my lunch but myself.”

“But director, I must insist that we protect your hand from–“ Homare insists, then cuts himself off as he shrinks back from Izumi’s intense glare.

“I’ll just eat with my other hand using a fork.” She says before turning to Sakyo. “Sakyo, if you’d be so kind, could you cut my food into smaller pieces for me?”

“What a kid.” He grouses, but obliges to Izumi’s request, a triumphant glow in his eyes as he challengingly looks at the other members who are about to protest.

With the problem solved and the members (relatively) under control, lunch proceeds as normal – well, as normal as possible – for the Mankai Company.

--

“I’m really sorry to bother you two like this.” Izumi addresses the two men in her room later that afternoon. “I know I should probably get a professional to do this, but I just don’t want a repeat of yesterday happening anytime soon.”

All three occupants of the room’s faces heat up at the reminder.

“It’s fine.” Tasuku mumbles, determinedly looking at anywhere but Izumi.

“Right!” Tsuzuru chimes in, eyebrow twitching in betrayal of his true emotions. “Since Tasuku and I are both used to doing odd jobs, this’ll be a cinch.”

“Alright, then.” Izumi says, then opens the door to her bathroom, ushering the two young men inside. Tasuku and Tsuzuru take wary steps, toolboxes in hand, feeling a bit apprehensive about invading Izumi’s private space.

“Go ahead.” Izumi encourages, noticing their stiff posture. “I have nothing to hide! No dead bodies or horses or any other weird things like that.” She jokes, hoping to lighten up the atmosphere.

Neither of the actors deign to give her a response, and instead set down their toolboxes, pulling out wrenches, screwdrivers, flashlights, and the like to figure out and solve the leakage.

Izumi silently watches as the two men deftly handle the tools. She finds herself entranced by the way their arms slightly flex while their fingers nimbly maneuver their tools as they tinker away at her shower.

Realizing her train of thought, Izumi lightly slaps her cheeks as she feels a blush rising to her face.

‘Get a hold of yourself! They’re just here to fix your shower–‘

Izumi’s mind comes to a screeching halt as Tasuku lifts the hem of his shirt to wipe some sweat off of his brow, unknowingly (?) allowing her to catch a glimpse of his abs. Similarly affected by the heat as they work, Tsuzuru rolls up the sleeves of his shirt, showing off his lean arm muscles along with the veins that slightly protrude from his forearms as they flex whilst working.

“I-I’ll leave you to it, then!” Izumi barely manages to squeak out, face glowing bright red, before fleeing the bathroom.

Tasuku and Tsuzuru spare a quick glance back at her retreating figure before going back to work, identical smirks on their smug faces.

--

Later that evening, Izumi’s shower is fixed without incident and she’s ready to relax after all the shenanigans of the day.

‘Nothing like a hot shower to wash the stress away before going to bed.’

This time, she makes sure to check the towel’s length, ensuring it’s long enough to cover all the important bits. After a few seconds of contemplation, she also grabs a bathrobe.

‘Just in case…’

Izumi lazily undresses herself before settling under the stream of warm, steaming water. A satisfied mewl escapes her lips as she feels herself unwind, her body relaxing in the warmth of the shower.

She allows herself a few minutes of comfortable silence in the shower before grabbing her shampoo to start lathering when the water suddenly turns ice cold. Her eyes widen at the sensation as she instinctively jumps away and lets out a screech.

Within seconds, the actors’ footsteps thunder down the corridor over to Izumi’s room. A sense of déjà vu comes over her as she hears several shouts of, “Director, are you okay?!” and “What’s going on?!”, coupled with loud banging on her (thankfully) locked door.

Izumi lets out an exasperated groan.

‘I knew I should’ve just gotten a professional to fix the shower.’

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Promised Part 5 - Tom Riddle x reader

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Summary: In this story, Tom didn’t grow up as an orphan, but with his grandfather and uncle. Reader’s sister got very sick and the Gaunts offer their help. But not without asking for something in return.

Disclaimer: Please be aware that I don’t condone any of this in real life.

Warnings: Arranged marriage

Word count: 2.5k

Part 5 - Making believe

The news about your fight with Tom had spread across Hogwarts quicker than you had thought was possible. Three days had passed and you were sure even the teachers knew about it by now. And everyone seemed to know more about it than you did. 

You had heard stories about you hexing Tom in the hallways, about him threatening you there, about you almost drowning yourself in the lake, about Benjamin trying to kiss you, about you trying to kiss Benjamin. The list was endless. And none of it was true.

The way people looked at you made you angry to a degree where you had to control yourself not to smack them. Your anger was also fueled by the fact that Tom had not apologised yet. Three days. Feeling as long as three years when the whole school seems to watch your every move while you are waiting for your future husband to make up his mind.

Those three words alone made your blood boil. Your future husband. Who certainly was the most conceited, hot-headed, mistrusting bastard on earth. Who you had agreed to marry for your sister. Who thought you would cheat on him, in this imaginary relationship, on the first chance you got. With Benjamin Hilt... Maybe he was also the daftest future husband on earth.

But nonetheless, you wondered far too often when he would finally walk up to you and apologise. You had even considered apologising to him just so you wouldn’t have to ignore him anymore. But that thought hadn’t lasted longer than a minute. He had to learn his lesson.

Tom’s friends seemed awfully aware as well. Although Avery and Lestrange stayed out of your way, some others made you feel like you were constantly observed. Almost as if they were his spies, telling him where he could go to avoid you. Tossers. 

The only person keeping you sane was Camille. She knew the truth and shut down every rumour that came to her ears. She had also tried to talk to Tom, much to your dismay. But he had ignored her completely. 

“Still no news on the fiancé front?” Camille asked when you sat with her in the courtyard. 

“Don’t call him that,” you answered. 

“Sorry,” she said but smiled. “I’m sure he’ll talk to you soon.”

“You think so? I’m not so sure. And I don’t really care.”

Camille laid her hand on your shoulder. “You don’t care, huh?”

“I don’t.”

“Oh well… You talk about it an awful lot for someone who doesn’t.”

“You started it this time,” you grinned. Changing the subject seemed appropriate. She was right. “Do you want to study together around 5? In the library?”

“Sure. I still haven’t done the homework for Charms.”

“Me neither.”

You watched the people around the courtyard. They looked comfortable. Cosy with their scarfs on. Carefree, wandering around and talking to their friends. You wondered if you looked like them too. Or if they could see how bitter you felt. How uncomfortable and tired. If your poor attempt of faking indifference was enough to deceive them. The bench where you sat with Tom three days ago was right next to you. You had specifically chosen not to sit there but at the one next to it. Not that anyone had a clue, not even Camille knew which exact bench it was. But it felt good to avoid it. 

One of Tom’s friends, Evan Rosier, walked by. Another spy, another rat, running back to the nest, to tell him where not to go. He locked eyes with you for a brief moment but retracted ever so quickly and went inside. 

“It’s cold,” Camille said and pulled your gaze away from the other students. She rubbed her hands together and crossed her arms. “Want to leave?”

“Just a few more minutes,” you said and took a deep breath. The cold air didn’t hurt. It was sharp and fresh, it kept you awake.

“Okay,” she answered and laid her head on your shoulder. “Look, Ben and his friends are over there.”

They sat on the ground next to the stone walls, about fifty feet away. They didn’t seem cold either. Some of them had their coats open, their scarfs only hanging down loosely from their necks.

“They’re strange,” you mumbled.

“I know, right? Like outcasts. But cool ones.”

“Cool? I’m not sure about that.”

Camille laughed. “I don’t know. They seem so happy all the time. As if nothing mattered to them really.”

“If that was true, Ben would know how to mind his own business.”

“You know what I mean.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

You turned your head away from them, looking to your left where you heard footsteps coming your way. And indeed, someone was approaching you. The person’s shoes seemed oddly familiar and all your muscles tensed when you looked up and found out who they belonged to. Tom.

Camille noticed your movements and looked over as well. Tom stopped in front of you, not saying anything, just looking from you to Camille and back to you.

“I, um,” Camille cleared her throat. “I think I’m gonna go inside. I’m freezing.”

You nodded, watched her leave, then looked up at Tom again and waited for him to say something. 

But he didn’t. He just looked back at you, or through you maybe, until he finally sat down next to you.

He sat there, staring straight ahead in silence, even though you gave him every chance to speak. The wind tousled his hair in those everlasting minutes of curiosity. What was he doing here, if he didn’t want to talk? 

People around you had noticed as well. They were looking over in turns and proceeded to whisper to each other. Like you wouldn’t notice.

“I have something for you,” Tom suddenly said and fiddled something out of the inner pocket of his coat. “My grandfather sent an owl.”

Seriously? Three days of silence and he came up to present you a letter? From Marvolo Gaunt of all people. The nerve of him.

“And?” you asked.

“And what?”

“Don’t you think you should say something first? Like an apology?”

He sighed and looked away again. As if he had known you wouldn’t let him get away with it. As if he had dreaded that moment.

“Yes,” he then said, so quietly you could hardly hear him. “I’m sorry for how I behaved. That I haven’t trusted you and that I didn’t let you speak.”

He looked like it hurt him physically to apologise. But it wasn’t enough. 

You turned towards him, watching him staring into the distance. “Now look me in the eyes and say it again.”

Tom turned his head your way, his brows furrowed, eyes looking into yours, filled with such anger, making you regret what you had said. You couldn’t tell if he would rather stand up and leave, or curse you right then and there for what you asked of him.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated nevertheless.

“Thank you,” you answered and wondered if you should comment on how long it had taken him. Better not.

Tom pointed to the letter in your hands. “Now read it.”

The parchment was old and smelled damp and mouldy.

“Tom,

I was informed by an unknown source that people at Hogwarts are doubting the authenticity of your relationship with your fiancée. 

Someone sent a letter and implied they would notify the ministry about it if we wouldn’t cancel the wedding ourselves. 

Let me remind you two, that our plan must go through. If it won’t, the little one will pay for it.

Improve.

Marvolo Gaunt”

Breathing felt harder all of a sudden. There was a lump in your throat that burned and stung right down into your lungs. If the ministry would doubt the validity of your relationship, they could definitely null and void the marriage before it even happened. Which would be fatal.

“Merlin’s sake,” you sighed. “Who would do that? Threaten your grandfather...”

“You don’t know?” Tom asked and looked over to the group where Ben sat. “I got a suspect.”

“Of course… And what are we going to do about it?”

Tom took the letter and folded it back together, not taking his eyes off Ben. “Let me handle him.”

“What will you do?”

“Nothing too bad,” he said. “Possibly.”

“And how does Marvolo expect us to improve?” you asked. “We can’t change what people think about us.”

“Make them believe. It’s not that hard to fool people.”

He was right. Tom might have been a prick, but he certainly wasn’t a fool. If rumours about your fight spread so quickly, rumours about you making peace would spread even faster. 

“Hold my hand,” you said.

“What?”

“We have to make them believe. Better start right away. There are lots of people around. Maybe we can even trick Ben and his friends.”

He restrained for quite a bit, then ever so slowly reached for your hand, still not looking at you. His skin was warm from being inside, almost hot against yours. He felt stiff and mechanical, as if he didn’t know how to behave. It was a bit uncomfortable, having your hand lying in someone else’s, who didn’t really hold it but simply let it lay there.

You adjusted your fingers and put them right against his, which made him turn towards you. His pulse pumped softly against the tips of your fingers. It was faster than you had thought and made you smile. Tom didn’t. But he looked at you, differently.

His brows weren’t furrowed anymore, the anger from before completely washed away. His eyes were open, studying your face with a deadpan stare until he squinted.

“You’re cold,” he said and brought his other hand around the back of yours, now properly holding it with both of his.

“I’ve been here for a bit,” you told him and looked around, letting his unfamiliar warmth spread through your veins. “I think it’s working.”

“Hm?”

“The people. They’re watching.”

Tom took a glance, his fingers twitching as he did. The other students turned away one by one when his gaze neared them. Even Ben and his friends had noticed but ducked their heads now too. 

Seemed that making people believe was actually easy. 

“And he really held your hand? Wow. Even I wouldn’t have guessed that,” Camille whispered when you told her about what had happened.

“I know, me neither,” you said while opening the Charms textbook. 

“And I wasn’t there to see it. Damn it. I knew I should have peeked around a corner.”

“Gross,” you joked and looked around if anyone could hear you. 

The library was quite full, but you had found a desk at the far end, where no one would bug the two of you.

Studying with Camille was, as unbelievable as it may sound, one of your favourite parts of school. It brought tranquillity and effect together. Feeding your brain with new information and sharing it with one another was a sensation you got nowhere else. You had done it since first grade and it had worked well ever since. No matter how dry, or tricky the material was, you had always found a way to remember. You were great together. Balanced. 

And she brought chocolate, every time. Major plus.

It had gotten dark outside a while ago when you finished the Charms essay. Only then you noticed how tired your eyes were from the dim light. Camille had completed hers two chocolate bars ago and was waiting for you by the window. 

“Done,” you sighed. “Finally.”

“Great. Let’s go then,” she said and started packing up her things.

“I haven’t proofread.”

“Oh,” Camille nodded and teetered from one foot to another.

“But you can go. Really. You’ve already waited for so long. I’ll just read it again and then I’m off.”

“You sure?” she asked.

“Yes. Somewhere you need to go?”

“The loo,” she whispered and you laughed.

“Then run!”

You rubbed your eyes and folded the parchment flat out under your hands. One more read-through and you were done. It was even quieter around you, now that Camille had left. The only things you heard were the librarian’s steps, as she tiptoed through the rows every now and then, and some quills scratching on paper from afar. It was a hypnotic silence, that made it easier to read. So easy, you didn’t even notice someone walking up to you.

The sound of the chair next to you screeching lightly over the floor was so startling, you almost knocked over your inkwell.

“Merlin’s sake,” you whispered as you screwed down the small bottle. “You can’t creep up on me like that. Almost ruined my essay.”

“Pardon me,” Tom said. “Who could have thought people had to be quiet in a library?”

You shot him a look to prevent yourself from telling him to keep his cocky jokes to himself. “What are you doing?”

He opened up a book, giving you the same look in return as if to say, what do you think people do in here. “Reading.”

“Alright then,” you said and leaned over your parchment again. 

Just a few more pages. But suddenly the words you had written didn’t make sense anymore. You had to read each sentence twice, to even understand what they meant. And you were awfully aware of your breathing. Tom made you nervous. 

It took you twice as long to read one page and the fact that you watched him from the corner of your eye every other moment didn’t help. 

Concentrate. Forget he’s even here. You had eventually found somewhat of a rhythm again, laying one paper aside, when Tom touched your hand.

You automatically jolted and looked over to him. He was still reading his book, now holding your hand firmer, more proper than earlier that day. It seemed like he wanted to finish this particular paragraph before he looked back at you. And the blank expression on his face said more than ever before. It was a mix between him waiting for you to pull away and simultaneously telling you not to dare to move. 

It was the same silence, the same tension that occurred when he had come for dinner at your house, when you were alone in the dining room with him. But yet, it felt so different.

So you held him, too. Quietly. Still staring at him. While no one spoke a word. 

Your fingers folded along the back of his hand perfectly, like they were meant to be there. 

And then, he moved. His thumb swayed back and forth across your skin, so lightly you could barely even sense it. So softly, as though he was scared it could hurt and break you. His eyes were fixated on you. He studied every breath, every flutter of your eyelashes, every muscle moving in reaction to his touch. 

And there it was. Something different in his eyes. Something more than the notorious apathy. A spark, a tiny hint of what you would call emotion. 

Something you had never seen on him. It suited him well. So you let him feast on it. For forever if he asked you to.

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I really like your delta squad headcanons, can you do the same with omega squad please, both SFW and NSFW? ^^

Of course!! My Omega boys need love too!! I made sure to include Corr, even though he wasn’t an “Original member.” 

Also! You can find the Delta Squad relationship headcanons here!

And you can find the Null’s relationship headcanons here!! 

Omega squad relationship headcanons 

Niner 

SFW

Niner is a pretty quiet guy so you won’t know he likes you right away 

He’ll give you looks and be more attentive to you, but he isn’t too obvious 

It would take him forever to ask you out, because he’s secretly shy 

So you’d have to ask him out probably

Once you two get into a relationship he opens up some more 

It takes time, of course, but he opens up eventually

His brothers quickly notice that Niner is suddenly happy and not bemused for once 

So they quickly learn about you, without Niner wanting them to

They’ll randomly show up at your house and Niner is like, “They followed me here. They’re my brothers.” In the most unamused voice you’ve ever heard come from that man

That’s saying a lot, because he always has a bored tone of voice 

Niner of course puts his brothers and duties first 

So he doesn’t see you as much as he wants 

Whenever he comes back from his long Commando missions he makes sure to make up for being away

When he can’t see you he always makes the Nulls check on you 

Mereel is no longer allowed to see you because he keeps flirting and trying to give you scary weapons he stole

The others still give you weapons though 

Sometimes Niner brings you little trinkets or flowers

He always brings sweets, more so for himself then you. He doesn’t tell you that though 

His brothers attempt to be his wingmen, or at least Fi does

Fi is very bad at it, so Niner doesn’t get any better at flirting 

Speaking of flirting. Niner is terrible at it. 

Mereel, the flirting God, tries to help him and even he fails 

Niner’s flirting includes awkward stuttering compliments 

If you fight in the war you get, “You fight good…” Then an awkward shoulder pat 

If you flirt with him or try to seduce his pants right off it it’ll work too we

His dark cheeks will grow darker as he blushes like an idiot 

He isn’t the jealous type, he’s incredibly patient 

He is wonderful at keeping a mask of false emotion on, it’s how he bottles up his emotions 

Niner will talk to you now and then about his issues, but he not often 

His PTSD is terrible, so it will take time for him to talk about it 

Niner will try to take you out on dates and such, but he isn’t big on PDA 

So most dates might just be him cooking dinner for you at your apartment 

Speaking of cooking? He’s amazing at it 

Niner will often talk about Kal Skirata, his eyes lighting up 

Of course one day you’ll meet Kal, who’s Niner’s adoptive father

Niner, like all clones, is very touch starved

He will not admit it. But cuddles are a MUST 

Especially after he has nightmares 

Once Niner falls in love with you, you’ll never forget 

He’ll love you with all of his heart, no matter what 

NSFW

This boy has no experience 

He knows how to have sex obviously, but he’s never done it 

So you’ll have to show him the ropes (Ha ha bondage pun) 

Niner is secretly shy, so you’ll have to help him with that 

Once he gets some experience with you he ruins you 

Niner is a very very fast learner, so once he learns what makes you tick he never forgets 

If you bring up your kinks, he’ll just shrug and be like, “let’s do it.” 

He literally will do anything, he just doesn’t give a fuck anymore 

So whatever you want to do, he’ll do 

Besides public sex. He’s scared he’ll get caught

Niner will not admit he’s kinky, but he is 

You learn right off the bat that he has a giant breeding kink (Like all clones)

He hates it when he can’t cum inside of you. He feels the need to fill you up 

Niner enjoys blowjobs, of course, but he rarely will let you finish him off 

He loves watching you swallow his load and all, but he’d rather breed you 

Niner will do quickies, but he’d rather draw the night of pleasure out

Once he gets experience he learns that he loves making you cum till you nearly pass out 

Niner has amazing patience, like you have no idea how he’s so patience 

So he will dedicate the whole night to your pleasure, and your pleasure only 

You won’t be able to walk the next day but he takes pride in that 

Niner will mark you up, so everyone knows that you’re his 

He doesn’t ever act jealous or that possessive but he is 

If you mark him up he shows it off, especially in the showers 

When his brothers question the marks he just shrugs

He keeps your intimate moments between the two of you, they don’t need to know

Niner is amazing at aftercare, he makes sure to clean you both up 

The night always ends with you falling asleep in the arms of your big Commando sergeant 

Darman 

SFW

Darman is probably the shyest of the group

But once he falls for you, he falls hard 

It’s completely obvious when he begins liking you 

He might nervously ask you out to dinner or something 

Then invite his brothers because he doesn’t want to be too obvious 

His brothers don’t show up because they know what’s up 

Once you two begin dating Darman is wrapped around your finger 

Darman is a huge sweetheart and spoils you with love 

He brings you trinkets and such from missions 

He always brings sweets for you both 

He also will bring you flowers, but on rare occasions 

Darman can’t flirt worth shit either 

Fi and the Null’s try their hardest to help him 

But it only makes him worse 

He’s somehow a worse flirt than Niner. 

If you flirt with Darman and try to woo him some, he will instantly be a blushing mess 

Ever seen a big bad Commando blush like an idiot and hide his face? It’s adorable 

Commando’s, of course, are away for longer periods of time then regular troopers 

So he can’t see you as much as he wishes to 

He also makes the Null’s check on you, and he doesn’t mind that they give you weapons and spoil you 

Obviously he loves his brothers! They’ll always come first in his eyes 

When he tells you about Kal Skirata, he asks if you want to meet him 

He grins like a fool as you meet his father 

He makes sure to spoil you extra, especially after missions 

He tries to cook you dinner, but fails 

Darman tries to be romantic, and he really isn’t 

He will take you out to dinner though! He loves going out to places with you 

He’s nervous about PDA but as long as you’re not a Jedi he’ll do it 

Darman bottles up his emotions well, but he is always willing to talk to you about them 

He gets jealous, but never acts on it 

He is a very chill and relaxed man, so he never really gets angry 

Darman is kind of clingy though 

He’s very touch starved, so he loves the attention 

Especially cuddles!!

Once he falls in love with you he says it first 

He falls in love very quickly by the way 

He’ll love you till the end of his days 

NSFW

This shy boy has no experience 

Please help him and show him how to do stuff 

Like all clones, he’s a very fast learner 

So he learns how to turn you into a moaning mess fairly quickly 

Darman loves hearing you make noises, so he becomes a huge tease 

He has great patience, so it takes a lot of effort on your end to turn him into a mess

When you explain kinks to him he has no idea about any of them 

He’s willing to try most things though! 

Darman is pretty shy, so he won’t really tell you what he wants to try 

When you two try things out, you quickly learn he’s kinky 

You also learn that he’s a switch, but primarily a bottom 

Darman likes pretty much anything 

He won’t fuck in public though, it makes him nervous 

He’s a sweetheart and a giver, so he always makes it about your pleasure 

You’ll cum till you pass out with Darman 

So he loves to take it slow

He loves giving oral, but isn’t the biggest fan of receiving it 

He has a breeding kink, so he’d much rather cum deep inside of you 

Darman always asks if he can cum inside of you, because he’s polite like that 

He doesn’t like quickies, he doesn’t have enough time to tease you 

Darman loves his intimate nights with you! He always makes sure to end them with you asleep in his big strong arms 

Atin 

SFW

Kal Skirata didn’t teach his Commando’s shit about romance 

Luckily for Atin, he was trained by Walon Vau. Who made sure they knew about romance 

Atin is very quiet, and always seems like an outsider from the others 

When he gets a crush on you he tries to avoid you because of FeeliNGS

Once he gets over that, he eventually asks you out 

Atin tries to be a huge hardass, but he’s really a simp 

He’ll act like he doesn’t like you that much, when he’s already in love with you 

Once you begin dating he spends as much time as possible with you 

His brothers obviously come first, but you’re still one of his first priorities 

Atin is obviously very damaged from Vau’s training, the many many scars prove that 

You two will have to be dating for a while before he even begins to tell you what happened to him

Atin has a lot of baggage and hates to talk about it, so you’ll have to gain his trust 

Unlike his brothers, Atin can actually flirt pretty well 

He’s smooth as hell and knows it 

The large white scar that runs from under his eye to the opposite side of his mouth makes him more attractive 

And oh boy does he know it 

When he’s away on missions he comms you a lot and tries to stay in contact with you 

He doesn’t make the Null’s watch you while he’s away, he knows you’ll be fine 

Atin may seem dead inside and extremely burdened, but he has a sense of humor 

He jokes now and then, but he isn’t a jokester like Fi 

He is pretty romantic as well, he often plans cute little romantic things for the two of you 

When he cooks dinner it isn’t the best, but it isn’t terrible 

Atin doesn’t give a fuck, so he’ll do PDA 

Sometimes he may bring you little trinkets from missions, but not often 

He shows his love with his actions, not by showering you with gifts 

Being an extremely burdened by dark thoughts and a terrible past, he has nightmares a lot 

Cuddle him and just constantly remind him that he is safe in your arms 

When Atin falls in love with you he won’t say it first, but you can tell immediately by his actions 

Once he falls in love with you, he falls hard. 

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Atin doesn’t have much experience 

But it doesn’t show at all 

He’s amazing right off the bat, you hardly have to teach him anything 

He learns all of your favorite spots and such almost immediately 

Atin makes sure to turn you into a mess pretty quickly 

He loves being a huge tease, but he isn’t as patient as the others 

So he doesn’t tease you for too long 

He’s willing to try really anything 

Atin is kinky and will openly admit it 

He will always make your deepest darkest desires come true 

He will do it anytime, anywhere. Atin does not give a flying fuck 

He may seem completely dominant, but he’s actually a switch 

When you get dominant he doesn’t last long at all 

Please top this man if you want to see him moan like a bitch in heat(Pegging or just a good ride.)

!Anal! 

Atin is covered in scars, mainly from the sword of Walon Vau 

If you trace his scars he immediately melts 

He loves it rough, but he is a slut for some soft sex 

Like all clones, he has a breeding kink 

He never really acts on it unless you’re into being breed 

Atin is surprisingly good at giving oral

He loves giving oral, but he especially loves receiving it 

Atin loves making you beg and such, but he’ll do quickies. He just doesn’t enjoy them that much 

He loves aftercare! He loves cleaning you up while you try to remember your name 

Especially nice warm baths or showers!! He just feels that they’re so intimate 

When you fall asleep, you fall asleep in the big strong scarred arms of your favorite Commando 

Fi 

SFW

Fi never shuts his mouth. Ever. 

If you like quiet men look the other way 

Fi is full of terrible cheesy jokes that are actually hilarious 

He never really takes anything seriously either 

Once he gets a crush on you, you’ll know immediately 

He’ll shamelessly flirt with you constantly 

He’ll ask you out for drinks after a few days of terrible jokes and bad flirting 

Fi will fall pretty hard for you, and fast. 

Once you two begin dating he will still flirt and be hilarious 

He thinks he’s smooth but he isn’t. He’s just terribly cheesy 

Fi is surprisingly romantic! He always plans cute little dates for the two of you 

No matter if it’s going out for dinner, or just a simple movie night at your apartment. 

Just don’t let him make dinner, he will start a fire 

You found this out the hard way of course 

He’ll always make the date unforgettable 

He is totally for PDA. It makes him feel like he has a normal life 

Fi is a big sweetheart, and he tries to spoil you 

Fi always brings you home little trinkets from his missions

He loves bringing you sweets! He has a giant sweet tooth, so he always has sweets on him

Fi loves his brothers, and tells you about them often 

He brags about you constantly to his brothers to irritate him 

He also shows off to you, a lot 

When he’s away for awhile he tries to comm you every now and then 

He is a little clingy, so when he finally gets back to you he showers you in affection 

He always tries his hardest to make up for being away for so long 

The Null’s check on you now and then while Fi is gone

Fi covers up his pain and emotions with humor, and it’s kind of obvious 

All he wants is a normal life, and he can never have that. Often you’ll see him staring at families, sadness in his eyes 

He hates talking about his problems, so it will take a lot for him to finally talk to you about his pain 

Like his brothers, he obviously worships Kal SKirata. 

Once you two have been dating for a while you finally meet Kal 

Once Fi falls in love with you, you’re stuck with him forever 

For the love of god please snuggle this boy 

He needs the cuddles 

His brothers quickly become your friends

Fi will always love you, no matter what 

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Fi doesn’t have experience, so you’ll have to teach him things 

He learns quickly, so it doesn’t take him long to memorize every part of you 

He never takes anything seriously, including sex 

He doesn’t shut his mouth ever. Even during sex

Fi will seem all serious for a while, then he’ll say or do something hilarious 

He is pretty decent at dirty talk 

He loves PDA! It gives him a thrill 

He is a massive tease!! in public especially 

Fi likes it when you beg for him to finally fuck you 

He’s open to trying most things 

So if you’re kinky, so is Fi 

He is a switch, like all clones, but he enjoys being topped more 

Fi thinks you look the best when you’re on top of him

He is amazing at giving oral, so be prepared for that 

He enjoys receiving it, but he’d much rather cum deep inside of you 

Fi never really acts on his breeding kink unless you like being bred 

If you like being bred he’ll cum inside you every chance he gets 

Fi will do quickies and such, but he’d rather have time for intimacy 

He is a huge slut for intimacy 

So Fi prepares soft slow sex over fast and rough 

He still enjoys the rough moments though!!

Fi is great at aftercare, he loves cleaning you two up

He snuggles up to you as you two drift off, his strong arms wrapped tightly around you 

Corr

SFW

Corr was stuck with a shitty desk job when he lost his hands

It made him pretty depressed and such, because he missed his bomb squad brothers 

Once he joins the Omega Squad he perks up immediately!! 

He missed the front lines, and it’s obvious 

If you begin dating him before he joins the Omega’s, you’ll see him every night 

Because he’s stuck on coruscant till the GAR gives him good prosthetic hands

Once he joins the Omega Squad you don’t see him as much, but he comms you often 

Corr loves staying in touch with you, so he’s always comming you 

He doesn’t get good prosthetic hands for quite a while, like after he joins the Omega’s 

When he gets them he shows them off, visibly excited like a child would be 

Corr keeps the fake skin off his prosthetic hands, because he thinks the metal looks cool

He makes you meet the Omega's and the Null’s 

They all love you instantly 

He’s been on Coruscant long enough to not give a shit about PDA 

So he brings you everywhere he can, he loves going out with you!

Corr is a generally cheerful man, you rarely see him down 

He loves telling you about his new Commando missions!! Even if they’re classified 

Corr is the biggest sweetheart in the GAR, he constantly spoils you 

He’ll always bring you flowers or little things he carved from wood or bone 

He spoils you with affection too! He’s always down for cuddles

He is constantly kissing your forehead and knuckles

Corr is actually super romantic! At his old desk job the women there helped learn the way of romance 

Sometimes he’ll cook you dinner, or bake you something! He is an amazing cook 

Corr is a flirt, but he’s smooth as can be 

Mereel trained him in the art of seducing the pants right off of people

So Corr is amazing at it!! 

He winks at you All. The. Time.  

It’s his thing 

Corr obviously has issues and severe PTSD. But what clone doesn’t?

He is 100% willing to talk about it though!! 

Once he can trust you he tells you really everything 

Corr is just super loving, and he makes sure you know that you’re loved every chance he gets 

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Mereel taught Corr the in’s and out’s of people 

So he knows what he’s doing 

You wouldn’t expect this sweetheart to have that much experience 

So you’re very surprised at how quickly he brings you to an orgasm 

Corr use to be on the bomb squad, he is very patient 

This makes him a huge tease!! He loves watching you writhe beneath him

He also loves drawing as many orgasms from you as possible 

He has very quick moving hands, but since they’re prosthetic they’re not as good as the originals would be 

He often apologies for his metal hands, saying his real fingers were so much better 

If you like temperature play he’ll use his cold metal hands on you 

Corr is kinky as hell, and you learn that pretty quickly 

He brings up the conversation, so he can learn what you’re into 

Whatever you want to try he’ll totally try!! He’s very willing 

Corr will do it anytime, anywhere

He also has no shame, so keep that in mind 

Corr is a switch, so he doesn’t care who's in charge 

Please pegg this man 

He doesn’t have a preferred speed, it all depends on his mood 

So he is totally down for quickies! 

Mereel taught Corr how to dirty talk like a fucking king 

He can make you cum with just his words 

Corr has a breeding kink, but won’t do anything about it unless you’re into that 

He loves giving and receiving oral! 

This man will give you oral every chance he gets, he loves your taste 

Corr is such a sweetie! He loves worshipping you during aftercare 

He loves the intimacy of it all 

Corr loves falling asleep with your limbs entangled with his 

#Republic Commando #Republic Commandos #republic commando novels #omega squad #niner skirata #darman skirata #fi skirata #atin skirata #corr skirata #niner #darman #fi #atin #corr #kal skirata #walon vau #delta squad

[reydelcastill0]

He's Like a Fool,

TommyInnit is tired of war. He's been at war for years now. Various different wars. He just... He just wants to grab Tubbo and go away. For a bit. Forever. It doesn't matter. War already took so much, so he's going to start taking back.

War takes a lot from life. It takes away homes, it takes away fun, it takes away safety, and it takes away friends. It especially takes away friends. When the SMP war became full blown, everyone was taken by surprise. At least, all of the L'Manbergians seemed to be that way.

Wilbur knew tensions were rising, they had been for over 19 years, his issues with the Dream SMP predating Dream's reign over it. It wasn't that he had conflictions with the SMP, but his own SMP was too close for their liking. When Dream took over some couple years prior to the war, he was only what? Nineteen? Twenty? Things started kicking off and for the younger L'Manbergians, Wilbur hoped Dream didn't escalate problems. War took away safety from him

Fundy, age 17 when Dream took control over the Dreami people (he had to take over the place he was named after, huh?),  didn't expect the war to get to the lengths it did. He was 19 when the war really kicked off, but Eret's betrayal stung worse than the wounds he got during it. War took away friends from him.

Eret really didn't lose much, but you can see the regret in his shadows. Their castle remains empty from true friends. Dream and the other Dreami don't care for her. They gave him a crown and called him king, but he's not anyone's king. She gained so much from her betrayal, but the emptiness of her castle is a testament to the friends she doesn't have. When the election kicked off, his remorse finally caught up to him. They watched Tommy and Wilbur get banished and their heart ached, yearning to help the two. War took away friends from Eret.

Tommy and Tubbo, it would be an injustice to separate them, because war affected them the same. They were so happy before the war started. They had so many friends, both at the Dream SMP and the L'Manberg SMP. Yeah, Quackity came around and got the two into a bit of trouble, but the trouble they got into after joining L'Manberg was much bigger than anything else. They didn't realize until it was too late.

Tubbo almost died in an explosion. Tommy almost bled to death after his duel with Dream. But they got their independence, so war was not an issue. And new people joined, too! War took nothing from them.

They still had the friends that mattered. Being children, nothing, not even war, could take away their happiness. Tubbo doesn't even feel like they lost their home. It burned down, but they had L'Manberg and they had Tommy so it didn't bother them. Tommy, by Wilbur's side, still felt safe, too. If he had the people he cared about still, then war didn't take anything away from him.

Both he and Tubbo were naive to have that sort of mindset. But as the youngest of the SMPs? Could you blame them? They thought they had it good. Dream was their friend again, too, Tommy especially falling into old habits with Dream.

He remembered when he was young. He and Tubbo had been in their own little world. Then Dream stopped by and became their friends. He was so cool, saying how he'd take over the SMP and be a very cool ruler. Tommy admired him, but then Dream took his discs.

The Disc Wars almost took a friend away from him. Almost. Tommy figures that if he and Dream are friends again, the Disc Wars didn't take anything from him. The world was mending.

And then the Election broke it all over again. Schlatt won, Quackity and George proudly standing by his side. Schlatt banished Tommy and Wilbur, keeping Tubbo with him, no doubt as a way to have the upperhand. Without George, Tubbo, and Fundy, the power Schlatt has would be null. Dream doesn't want to hurt his friends, and neither does Tommy, so the two have to stand back and watch Schlatt make his decrees from the sidelines.

Tommy gets Dream's full support, and now his other brother Technoblade is here. He feels safe with Techno around, more safe than he did with Wilbur, his brother, the former President of L'Manberg— 

A man reduced to an embodiment of stress. War takes away sanity, too, Tommy learns in the caverns of Pogtopia. Wilbur, publicly denounced by his son. Wilbur, banished from his own land, unable to aid the young members who got left behind. Wilbur, betrayed by his son's best friend whom he was beginning to think of as a son. Wilbur, who lost a nation he has built from the ground up, dedicating his life to it for over two decades (even at the expense of fatherhood, which the consequences of are now taking effect).

Yeah, Tommy only trusts Technoblade to keep him safe, because Wilbur can't even keep himself sane. Tommy, proud as he is, tells everyone that all he needs is Technoblade now, because war hasn't taken anything away from him! Proof? War gave him The Blade.

But Tommy is too proud to tell the truth. This Civil War has taken away so much more than what he's ever gained in life. It took away Tubbo. His Tubbo, his best friend, his true brother.

Losing Tubbo helps Tommy realize that war has taken away everything from him and that he never truly had the things he thought he did. Home? Tommy's home was L'Manberg. Fun? Tommy lost that once the Dream-L'Manberg War started. Safety? Tommy probably lost that back during the Disc Wars. Friends? Tommy has lost all his friends, even if he still has his brothers. Sanity? Tommy can barely keep it. With Wilbur growing crazy, Technoblade is the only decent player interaction Tommy gets.

But war also takes away family. Family is what you make it, sometimes blood members not even being something close to friends. Tommy looks at Wilbur and Fundy as a prime example of that. Looking back on it, Tommy sees how Fundy would always seem like he was just... Acting out of obligation. Fundy denouncing Schlatt shows just how... Sometimes there is no love for your 'family', because sometimes your family is in someone else. Tommy learns later that Fundy even refers to Schlatt as dad, looking at him fondly and being treated by the man like a son. Wilbur stopped doing that in later years. He loved Fundy, but his love for L'Manberg was greater.

So if family is what you make it, then war took family away, too, because Tommy's true family was Tubbo. Yeah, Tommy has his older brothers, all sharing at least one parent, but Tubbo... His bond with Tubbo was beyond any other bond he has. Tubbo is Tommy's family, a brother even if he says Tubbo is more like a cousin.

Tommy just didn't think war would take Tubbo away from him... But then one day, he sees Tubbo again, properly this time. Every time he's seen Tubbo, they're by Schlatt, looking uncomfortable and frightened all the same, a false smirk on their lips so Schlatt is none the wiser about the truth. Except, this time, Tubbo is alone and they look so terribly sad.

"Tubbo...?" Tommy is unsure, disbelief evident in his tone. Since Schlatt took over Manberg, Tubbo lost the light in their eyes. Tubbo is as good as a corpse—  no, that's too mean and he doesn't even want to think like that (Tubbo is worth more than a corpse could ever hope to be).

"I— Tommy?" Tears are pricking at Tubbo's eyes (Tommy will deny the same is happening to his own). "Wilbur, too..." Tubbo is starting to tense, as if ready to be scolded or yelled at. They stand up straight like they're getting ready to put on a facade. The action is done easily and clearly, it's instinctual. Tommy wants to ask them about it, ask if Schlatt did that, but Wilbur talks first.

"Tubbo...?" He's choosing his words, "... Are you okay?" That's all he asks. Tommy knows Wilbur is trying to be more mindful of his words. He wants Tubbo to know he cares because he failed to let Fundy know and now Fundy thinks more highly of Schlatt. Wilbur won't make that mistake with Tubbo, not now.

That's all Wilbur asks, but that's all it takes for Tubbo to start sobbing, their hands flinching. They're aching to hold someone and Tommy, aching to touch his best friend, runs to them and hugs them. And that's all it takes for Tommy to start sobbing, too. Wilbur slowly goes to hug the boys, apprehensive because this is their moment, but he wants to comfort them. They're so young and he took away their youth from them.

"I—  I should've gone with you guys," Tubbo. That's all they say. No one says anything, but later Tommy promises to tell Tubbo: "I should've taken you with us."

Tubbo has to leave soon after, but Tommy asks if they can meet up again. Tubbo smiles, doubtful, but they agree to it no less. And Tommy, like a fool, will always believe Tubbo.

Tubbo didn't lie though, he always shows up. And Tommy likes to think he has Tubbo again, but he knows how war works by this point. It could take Tubbo away from him again. And it does, because war never really gave Tubbo back.

Despite telling Tommy they will go back, Tubbo one day stops appearing. And so close to the day that Pogtopia plans on taking a big step against Schlatt. Tommy knows it's intentional, because Schlatt is smart. Pogtopia underestimated the tyrant, for he took an even bigger step first. He took the step when he kept Tubbo and, as a bonus for his decision, Schlatt got to take another step.

Tommy sneaks into Manberg, careful not to let anyone see him. If George or Quackity see him, he will be dead on the spot. But for Tubbo? He'll risk his life an infinite amount of times. He should've been risking his life for Tubbo. Instead, he selfishly had Tubbo go to him...

Tommy makes it to the White House and sees Tubbo with Schlatt, George and Quackity standing beside them, guarding them. Quackity looks uncomfortable, Tubbo looks scared, Schlatt looks angry, and George seems indifferent. He learns why quickly, because Schlatt's booming voice makes it to him.

Schlatt is yelling at Tubbo. Schlatt is yelling at Tubbo.

This fills Tommy with unbridled rage for two reasons. One.) This is how Schlatt normally treats Tubbo (Tubbo said it themself) and he's finally witnessing it for himself. Two.) Schlatt's words are clear enough for Tommy to know what he's saying, and Tommy's mad at himself because Schlatt is yelling at Tubbo for sneaking off at night. Sneaking off to see Tommy. Schlatt found out, but he suspects that maybe the goat-man knew all along.

Tommy sees Tubbo defer to Schlatt and he so desperately wants to go save his friend, but George spots him and pulls out his sword. Tommy is gone before Schlatt can see him.

Tommy knows he can't go back now, not that they know he snuck in. Patrols will be more frequent, so if he goes back, it has to mean something. He decides not to tell Wilbur about this, even if it could bite them back later.

Maybe, he won't ever tell Wilbur. And that thought opens up an idea that Tommy hadn't ever realized could be an option. Running away... He could... Run away and never look back and he could be happy. He and Tubbo could be happy, if he can get Tubbo to run away with him.

Tommy knows it's a bad idea. Pogtopia needs him, his brothers need him, his friends need him, but Tubbo needs him, too. And Tubbo needs Tommy more than everyone else (; Tommy needs Tubbo just the same).

It's better for them. War has taken away so much from them, but... Well if he isn't around war what can it do then? War... Is so tiring. He's lost so much of his youth to it and he'll continue to lose more if he doesn't step away from it.

He's dead set on his plan. Technoblade has farmed so many potatoes since he joined Pogtopia that Tommy could take some without it being noticeable (though Technoblade would notice). If he gathers enough materials, he could take some wood, beds, an ender chest, torches, and stone. Or the tools to get wood and stone, so he supposes that could wait.

He doesn't need much to survive out there with Tubbo. If they play their cards right, the two of them could survive easily.

Tommy doesn't think much else through. Where would they go? What would they do? Would they ever go back? What about everyone else? Tommy doesn't think about how Wilbur would break even more upon the realization that Tommy and Tubbo are gone. Pogtopia wouldn't survive much longer without Tommy. Dream won't have his little champion who does his dirty work.

Tommy isn't thinking about much, but he is thinking about what it means to live a life outside of war. He has memories of a time like that, but he can't remember what it felt like. He can't remember what it felt like to be having fun or to be calm. Tommy yearns for peace, and he has to hope Tubbo still does.

He prewrites the letter he'll leave for Pogtopia. He plans on taking Tubbo there after (if, actually) he convinces the older boy to run away. The letter is addressed to Wilbur, but it's intended for Techno, too. He just doesn't want Wilbur to think it's his fault Tommy is running away. It's Tommy's fault. If he and Dream didn't start the Disc Wars and if he didn't join L'Manberg, maybe he wouldn't have gotten roped into such a big mess. Or maybe they still would've.

He wonders... Where would he be if he sided with Dream? What would he be doing if he stayed with Quackity in his cartel? Would Schlatt be his role model if the man wasn't banned from the Dream SMP? He wonders, but it gets him nowhere. What matters is now.

He sneaks into Manberg again, even more cautious and tries to find Tubbo. He eventually finds Tubbo and Schlatt together again, alone without the others... It's suspicious so Tommy is constantly looking around. He wouldn't be surprised if this was a ploy to sneak up on Tommy.

Eventually Schlatt leaves Tubbo alone, and Tommy sees him breathe a sigh of relief and relax his shoulders. Tommy sneaks over to him and whispers.

"Tubbo, Tubbo can I talk to you?" He asks. Tubbo stiffens up again and doesn't relax.

"Not now." Tubbo says quietly and firmly. He doesn't turn to Tommy and is about to walk off.

"Tubbo... Please can we—  Actually," he pauses to think. Maybe Tubbo is being watched. "—Can you meet me later at the dirt shed?"

Tubbo is hesitant, but he agrees to it no less. And Tommy, like a fool, will always believe Tubbo.

[Because He Is]

[But He Isn't]

#akobj fic #choose your own adventure #you only have two options tho lol so #tommyinnit #tubbo #dream smp #l'manberg #manberg #pogtopia #georgenotfound #jschlatt #dreamwastaken #wilbur soot #the eret #quackity #technoblade #angst #angst with a happy ending #angst with a sad ending #two endings