#sy yells about shit he likes
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Month six: Army nurse (October)
Summary: Sy is too grumpy and proud to ask for help, so you do what needs to be done.
Content Warnings: fluff, grumpy sy, bad writing idk lol APOLOGIES
Word Count: (idk Ill put this up later sorry sorry sorry)
October 4th:
“Can I doodle on your cast?”
It was Sunday. The most sacred day of the week. The weather had been getting gloomier recently, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Fall was your favourite season by far.
You and Sy were hanging on the couch, 4 hours into the Harry Potter marathon you finally convinced him to partake in.
“Hmm?” He groaned sleepily
“Can I draw something on your cast?” You repeated your earlier request
“Like what?”
“I don’t knoooww…I’m bored” you whined
“You’re kidding right? You nagged my damn ear off about these movies and now you’re bored?”
“Well not bored bored just, I need something else to do while we’re watching.”
Sy huffed as he ran his palm over his face and down his beard, clearly debating you request.
“Oh pretty pretty please with a cherry on top?” You begged
“Fine! But I better not catch you drawing a dick or some shit” he grumbled, making you chuckle as you jumped up to get your markers.
October 10th:
'Syverson, I swear to god if you don't pipe down and eat your damn veggies Im gonna tie you down and make you.'
The man was stubborn as a damn bull, but so were you damnit.
“Is that a promise, darling?” he replied with that damn smirk of his, making you roll your eyes as you tried to hide the inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Can it and eat” you rushed out, pointing your fork at him.
You wanted to help him. That’s what good friends do. Sure, some days you debated to either push him down the stairs or kiss him silly. But neither of those seemed very friendly of you, so you settled for just helping him.
It didn’t seem to bad at first, but the longer that damn cast stayed on, the grumpier he got.
You understood he was a man of pride, you really did, but there really wasn’t any shame in allowing you to help him from time to time, at least that’s how you saw it, but try explaining that to captain grumpy…
October 17th:
“I said I was fine didn’t I?” Sy grumbled, trying to manoeuvre himself through the kitchen on his crutches.
'Would you stop acting like a damn child?' You yelled
'Then stop treating me like a damn child!'
“Im not! I’m just trying to help!”
“I don’t need your damn help! I’m a grown man and I was doing just fine before you came along”
Okay, that stung.
'Fine!' Have it your way!' you huffed, 'Aika, c'mere girl' you called out, allowing Aika to walk past you and out the door before you slammed it angrily behind you.
You walked through the chilly, orange tinted streets with Aika trotting proudly beside you, glancing up at you every few seconds.
'He such an ass...' you grumbled, hugging yourself tighter as the cold fall breeze huffed passed you, helping you cool off.
Part of you had hoped having Sy back in the apartment would ease your ‘crush’ or whatever it was you had going on. You spent months trying to convince yourself you were just horny and alone. Fantasising about your hot roommate while he was away was just a way of coping. Right?
Except that since Sy came home your feelings had been all over the place. You worried about him like crazy. Which kinda scared you. You were nobody to him, so why did it matter to you wether or not he ate his damn vegetables?
Every time he made a flirty comment, you thought maybe he felt it too, but then when you offered to help him, he’d get all grumpy and cold. Sometimes you just felt ridiculous for even trying.
Your internal rant got interrupted when you felt Aika’s leash tug on your arm, bringing you to a rather abrupt halt.
“Wha- Aika come on.” You called, looking back at where she was currently sitting.
For a second you wondered why she had stopped, but then you noticed something.
She was sitting right next to some run down costume store. Nothing special at first glance, but then you noticed something in the window. For $29.99 including fake stethoscope and the promise of at least 4 jaws on the floor per room you walk into; a mildly sexist, hot nurse outfit.
“What do you think, Aika?” You looked down at your furry companion and you swore she nodded in agreement.
You've never bought something so fast in your entire life.
October 21th:
“what...what are you doing? Is that one of my chopsticks?!' You shrieked as you entered the living room, only mildly horrified by what you were currently looking at.
Syverson was sitting on the couch, well, sitting wasn't exactly the proper term for it. He was damn near folded in half. His big, muscly body bend over his stretched leg with one of your chopsticks in his hand, trying to poke around his cast.
“My foot itches,” he grumbled “Can you please just help?”
The past couple of days you tried avoiding Sy. He hadn’t apologised, neither had you. You figured it was one of those things you best ignored, but as he sat there whining for your help, you couldn’t help but make a snarky comment.
'Oh so, now you need my help?' you commented, rolling your eyes as you stepped closer, Aika still by your side.
You took the chopstick from him and carefully prodded around inside his cast. Sy fell back on the couch, groaning in relief.
'Little lower...just a little-Ah! Right there, sugar! Fucking hell...'
His words alone made your cheeks glow bright red, let alone the damn sounds he was making...You desperatly searched for a change of topic, when a certain scent hit your nostrils.
'Hey uh...Sy? When did u last shower?' You asked, retreating the chopstick and giving his big toe a poke. Sy propped himself up to look at you, raising his eyebrow at your comment.
“A proper shower? Must have been months.” He replied, chuckling at your grossed out face
'I've washed the important bits, don't you worry, sugar.' He winked
“Judging by this smell, I seriously doubt it.' you replied, trying to ignore yet another one of his flirty comments. Sometimes it felt like he knew what went on in your brain. Every dream, every fantasy. It felt like he saw right through you.
“It ain’t that bad.” He said, just when Aika stuck her nose near his foot, quickly retreating once she smelled his cast.
“See that? Even our dog won’t go near it!”
Normally, Sy would have been quick with a response, but he was busy trying to ignore the way his chest fluttered when you said ‘our dog’.
'You smell ripe, old man. This could be used as a fucking nuclear weapon. One whiff of this and the entire middle east would wave a white flag in a second.' you stated
'Hey, watch your mouth young lady!' Sy shot back with a raised finger.
'I could help you, if you want.' you carefully suggested
'Help me with what?' He grinned, knowing exactly what you were saying.
'Help you wash...'
'My important bits?' he teased
'Oh forget it' you groaned, turning away making Sy laugh
Before you could get too far, Sy got ahold of your wrist and tugged you back, making you sit down next to him.
“If you really wanted to see my dick that bad, you could’a just asked, sugar”
'I'm just worried your dick is growing a second dick"
That actually made him chuckle. The sound made your heart soar a little and you tried to ignore it.
“Well both of my dicks are fine, thank you very much”
He sat up, his face mere centimeters from yours. His fingers danced along your face, brushing some stray hairs out of his way. His voice got real low and quiet when he said,
'Besides, I'm not allowed to get this cast wet.'
Your eyes grew wide, as they gazed into his devilish ones.
He was doing this on purpose. He knew how he made you feel, the effect he had on you, he knew.
It took ever fibre in your body to shake yourself out of it.
“Okay, first of all, I meant when the cast comes off and second of all you’d be wearing underwear you moron” you stated, “and you damn well knew I meant that.”
Sy tried to hide his grin as he looked down and gave Aika a pet on her head.
“Why do you insist on helping me so much?” He asked, rather serious all of a sudden
“Because, well…I don’t know, we’re roommates” you mumbled,
“Doesn’t mean anything” he said dryly
That pissed you off a bit.
“Well, it does to me.” You replied, “Your family lives far away, and I know for a fact you’re far too proud to actually ask anyone else to come and help you.”
Sy didn’t interrupt you, so you continued, getting a little more riled up as you spoke.
“I live here now, wether you like it or not. It might not mean shit to you, but it means something to me. I’m a good roommate and an even better friend. Im not gonna let you rot away. I wanna help you because I’m a decent fucking person and it’s the bare minimum I can do.” You rambled before adding, “Oh and truth be told, Sy, I figured you’d do the same for me if the roles were reversed, but I’m strongly debating that right now.”
You don’t know when exactly you got upset, but suddenly you wanted to be anywhere but here.
“I’m gonna take Aika for her walk now if you-”
“Could you please drive me to the hospital on Monday?” Sy interrupted you
“What?”
“My cast comes off on Monday, I’d appreciate it if you could drive me.” He stated again
“I uh, yeah sure. I can get a day off from work.”
“Thanks” he muttered, scratching the back of his head
And just like that, Sy had finally apologised to you.
October 23rd:
“My colleagues are throwing a halloween party next week, you should come. Get out the house, socialise, that sorta thing?”
You were driving Sy back from the hospital, where he had finally gotten his cast removed. The doctor said he needed at least 4 weeks of physio-therapy, but he should be fine, which was a huge relief.
“Not really a big fan of parties, sugar.” He replied “plus, I aint got no custume.”
“You have your army clothes, don’t you? I could splatter some ketchup on you if you want.” You joked, making him crack a smile, showing off his fangs in the process.
“Or a vampire…” you mumbled, staring at his pearly whites.
“What?”
“Uh, n-nothing!” You replied, focussing back on the road, “So what do you say, huh? I think a party would do you good, Captain grumpy.”
“Hmm…what are you going as?” He asked, brow raised as per usual.
“Ill tell you if you let me cut your hair.” You suggested
“Like hell! You ain’t touching my hair, woman!”
“What if you just let me wash it then?”
“You really wanna get me naked, don’t you?” He joked, making you role your eyes
“I meant over the sink but whatever, dumbass”
“Fine, ill let you wash my hair if you tell me what you’re going as.”
“And let me cut it?!”
“Okay fine! And Ill let you cut it! Just tell me already.”
You smirked at your small victory before saying, “I’m going as a nurse”.
Sy’s eyes twinkled at the thought of you in a nurse outfit
“Ill go with you if you wear it while washing my hair” he smirked
“You’re an actual dog, Syverson.”
October 28th:
“Are you sure you know what your doing?” Sy asked unsure
He was propped on one of your high chairs over the sink at the kitchen island. You had a pair of scissors and a bunch of hair products scattered all over the marble top.
“Sure, can’t be that hard, can it?” You smiled, “now just relax”
You checked the temperature of the water on your hand before gentle running the tap over Sy’s dark head of hair. Your free hand softly wove through his locks, nails massing into his scalp.
“Oh fuck…” he muttered under his breath
“Too hot?” You asked
“N-no no, s’perfect sugar. Feels nice.”
His eyes were closed and you could see the tension seep out of his body as you rinsed out his hair.
A proud smile tugged at your lips with every appreciative hum that came from him.
You studied his face carefully as you took your time washing and conditioning his hair. Not a lot was said, but you didn’t mind. The silence allowed you to look at his beautiful face. Every scar, every spot, every hair. He was so gorgeous it almost hurt your eyes. Peace was a good look on him.
When his hair was all rinsed out, you gently towel-dried it, before draping the towel over his shoulders and grabbing the scissors.
Your fingers tangled through his locks as you studies his hair carefully, trying to figure out a starting point.
“Alright so, I’ll just trim up the sides a little and just shorten the general length. Sound good?”
“Whatever you say, Sugar…” Sy hummed, making you grin.
You were enjoying his compliant behaviour until you accidentally closed your first a bit too tight, pulling the root of his hair so hard his head yanked back a little, making Sy groan in what you presumed was pain.
“Oh shit, sorry!” You rushed out, soothing his scalp gently over the sore spot.
Sy let out a yelp that turned into half a groan before it became a couch as he jumped up and faced away from you.
“I-uh…gotta go to the bathroom real quick, I’ll be right back.” He mumbled before walking off, pulling the towel off his shoulders and holding it against his crotch…
…hmm…weird?
October 31rd:
“I just don’t wanna go alone, Sy, come on! I don’t know a bunch of people there”
You yelled from down the hall. Sy was sitting on the couch in the living room, the same spot he’d been sitting all day.
His leg had been killing him all day. You just knew it.
Ofcourse he would never tell you because first of all, he can’t stand it when you’re right and second of all he didn’t wanna ruin her night. If he told her, she’ll stay home and miss the party, and he didn’t want that.
“You’ve been sitting on the couch all day! It’s gonna do you good to get out of the house” you spoke, standing closer to him now.
He finally looked up from the tv to see you standing in your nurse costume, stethoscope hanging over your shoulders, knee high socks hugging your thighs, heels just the right height…
It’s a shame you’re not a real nurse because Sy’s was definitely experiencing some shortness of breath…
“Nah, sorry Sugar, but you go have fun” he said, trying his best not to sound like he was in excruciating pain “I’m gonna go take a shower”
“A cold one”, he silently added.
“Fine, I’ll see you later then.” You watched as he made his way to the bathroom
It was clear from the way he was walking that he wasn’t doing good.
You heard him turn on the water as your rummaged through your purse, double checking if you had everything you needed.
After doing a final mirror check, you were about to walk out the door but you were stopped by a loud thud and a yell coming from the bathroom.
“Sy?!” You yelled out a little panicked, but you didn’t get any response
Before you could stop yourself you rushed to the bathroom and barged in, seeing Sy laying on the bathroom floor in nothing but his boxers. (A pair that looked a little familiar to you for some reason, but that’s besides the point)
“Sy, what the hell?! Are you okay??” You rushed to his side, quickly checking him for injuries
“Damn leg won’t do what I want it to” he groaned out
“How many painkillers have you taken today?”
“Took my last one this morning…m’all out…” he mumbled
“Sy you should have told me, I could have stopped by the pharmacy!”
“I’m a grown ma-”
“Yeah yeah you’re a grown man, I’ve heard it!” You interrupted “a grown man would have made sure he had enough pain meds!”
“I have some extra’s in the cupboard for emergencies.” You said, “I’m gonna get you some and then I’m gonna run you a bath and you’re gonna let me help you for once.”
“You don’t have to, really…”
“Oh relax, you can keep your boxers on but I’m not letting you shower by yourself when you can barely stand”
“What about your party?” He asked
“What about it?” You replied calmly as you walked out the room to get his meds.
A good 20 minutes later the smell of pumpkin spice and cinnamon filled the room along with the calming sounds of the water.
At first he had whined about not needing a bath bomb but you just knew he secretly enjoyed being pampered as much as you loved pampering him.
You were sitting next to the tub, absentmindedly running your loofah over his muscular back when suddenly, amidst the silence, you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“What’s so funny, Sugar?” He asked, raising his brow as he stared at you.
“You finally got me to give you a bath in the stupid costume…”
A/N: AAAAAAAAA ITS FINALLY POSTED IM SO SORRY PLS DONT HATE ME IM SORRY IF ITS BAD ALSO JDHHDUZFZSFXFC Im currently on vacation and I swear I wrote like 95 procent of this on my phone at the pool and Im now finally posted this from my moms laptop so HAVE MERCY ON ME PLSSSS xoxo as always comments and reblogs are very highly appreciated!
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Also, sitting here thinking about a Mundane AU where SY & Airplane actually meet IRL. Like, at some point during one of their many needless arguments online, Great Master Airplane dares his almighty hater over DM’s to meet him at an upcoming ACG* convention to yell In Person if he’s so mad about it-- not even once considering that Cucumber might actually accept the invitation. Shit, now he’s gotta find money to go to a convention?! He’d already nearly wrecked his computer earlier this week...
They’re both a little stupid & in too deep to back down. RIP Internet Safety, but at least they’ll be in literally one of the most public places possible, right... haha...
It’s agreed that they’d meetup by one of the Official booths (of a shared interest), and shockingly Airplane is the first one there. Just. Awkwardly piddling around on his phone for a while, honestly hoping that Cucumber-bro had chickened out. Like, sure, he’d have wasted money on nothing, but yknow??? Maybe this wasn’t a great idea???? Actually??
Until he gets a Ping over Legally-Distinct-WeChat, asking if the weird guy in a tacky button-down--the one staring at his phone--is him. And rather, Shen Yuan’s only late because he decided to bring one of his older brothers. Y’know, he has that privilege. Though, upon confirmation that this “friend” of Yuan’s is just Some Guy, his brother doesn’t stick around them too long.
Neither Shen Yuan nor Airplane know what to do. Admittedly, neither had planned past this point. Though, inwardly, Airplane’s a little annoyed that apparently?? His #1 hater is some scrawny, conventionally attractive rich kid.
Outwardly, Airplane decides that he’s going to treat this situation like he would online, as much as he possibly could, anyway. He also refuses to use the very obvious Given Name SY’s brother used, preferring to call SY “Cucumber-bro” -- A little professional distance between he & his loyal “fan”. Not that Shen Yuan is complaining. He’s not sure what he was expecting Airplane to be like, but this annoying early 20-something felt about right.
Though, somehow... all of this accumulates into them just sorta. Hanging Out. Awkwardly at first, but the banter picks up after they’ve had some time to get used to being around each other. If Shen Yuan was the sort of person to admit to these things, he’d almost say he was having fun. Neither of them, but especially not Airplane, have actually had friends to hang out with for a while...
Frankly, Shen Yuan kinda forgot what it was like to be social with people who weren’t family... and after some consideration, he realises this guy seems really lonely. Airplane dodges any conversation about real life, friends, or family like the plague--whether its his or Shen Yuan’s. The only acceptable “family” he’ll talk about is Luo Binghe’s (which, frankly, Shen Yuan is much more interested in, anyway).
In the novel, Luo Binghe’s parents never really made an appearance, so hearing about Tianlang-Jun & Su Xiyan directly from the author was a little exciting?? And maybe a tad infuriating. Wasted potential. So much wasted potential.
At some point, Shen Yuan’s righteous indignation manages to squeak out the confession that Airplane’s dirt poor & gutted his own story because... well, that’s what made money. It is what it is. Sorry you hate it so much, but then--like he’s been saying the whole time, why’d you keep reading it??? Not that he minds. To be honest, responding to your vitriol is the highlight of his day. Wouldn’t be the same if you gave up.
Shen Yuan asks if he’s really happy with that?? And well, no, of course not! But based on how liberal Shen Yuan’s been with his money throughout the course of the ‘con, he clearly wouldn’t understand what it’s like, huh? Angry lil rich kid getting mad online at shit he could easily stay away from. So, unless you wanna admit that you actually really like it, then he’s not accepting criticism at this time. :v
ANYWAY, inb4 Shen Yuan promotes himself from “hater” to “editor” -- nearly on the spot, but he manages to restrain himself til after they’ve parted ways... many days later, still thinking about their conversation. Something, something You can you up...
Which. Of the possible outcomes, Airplane had really expected their meeting to be a one-and-done situation, but now Cucumber-bro’s paying his train fair to drag him & his ~vibrant personality~ out of his comfort zone (his shitty apartment) and back into the Real World. Because this is perfectly reasonable human behaviour?! Though, honestly, Shen Yuan’s family is just happy to see him finally applying himself, so they don’t mind indulging them.
For the record, though, Shen Yuan’s sister is the only one who really knows who Airplane IS... and she thinks it’s really quite funny. And she can’t wait til Yuan’s comfortable enough to actually bring him home. Then she can show Mr. Airplane her brother’s stash of Luo Binghe merch. (✿◡‿◡)
Get adopted, loser.
All in all, though, fine! If this guy wants to throw money at him so they can Fix his story?? Sure, why not! He’d say he’s had worse first dates, but would imply that Airplane’s dated before. And that that first encounter was a date, but yknow in retrospect. Might as well have been.
but anyway, this got way longer than I meant it to. So I’m capping it there. >u<
I still have Thoughts (many of them!), but they are mostly “I would like them to kiss.”
#*animation comics & games#this rapidly turned into storytime#rather than me summarizing an idea asdfgh#cumplane#Shen Yuan#Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky#SVSSS#also I'd say this is a fluffy fic concept#but I know what's coming#tho that's a hot mess for another time#so for now we stay silly :3#and we don't look at the Bingge under the rug#(I lied. it's not a mundane AU. Not entirely)
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Alternate Instincts Ch.3
Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)
WC 1245
Warnings: Violence, mentions of blood and injury
Stephanie ran out of the cabin, stopping when she reached open air and breathing in deep, trying to calm her racing heart. She hadn’t been afraid, or uncomfortable, quite the contrary.
“Can I have you?”
“Yes.”
If Sy hadn’t interrupted, she would have given Geralt permission to…do whatever he wanted to her, with her. This was crazy, absolutely insane. She just met the man, for Pete’s Sake. It didn’t feel like simple lust, shallow and fleeting, it felt deeper than that, stronger. She had felt his wolf, had seen it in his eyes, and there had been a hollow feeling inside of her that had grown to a yawning void almost in answer.
“Hey.” She heard and looked over, seeing Walter sitting in a chair by a large firepit. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m--” She started, “I’m fine.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” He suggested, moving his head at the chair next to his and she hesitated a moment before going over and sitting down heavily, leaning back with a sigh. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“That’d be a bit awkward, actually.” She said and he nodded.
“Sy said that the Feral is your boyfriend?”
“Very much ex-boyfriend now, thank you.” She said, moving her toe in the dirt and he snorted.
“You had no idea?”
“I knew he was a wolf, but I was led to believe that Ferals are batshit crazy, can’t control their actions, that kind of thing.”
“They are.”
“But he…” She paused, sighing through her nose, “He had a temper, yeah, but he…I’ve never seen him act erratic. He was always so in control all the time. Unless…”
“Unless what?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Stephanie, unless what?”
“Unless I pissed him off.” She said quickly.
“He hurt you.” Walter said delicately and she nodded.
“He always apologized afterwards.” She said, “And yes, I know how that sounds, but it’s true. He said I made him crazy.”
“It’s not you.” Walter said, “Him being a piece of shit isn’t your fault.”
“Maybe I prodded him too much, let arguments go on longer than they needed, maybe--”
“Hey.” He cut that train of thought off at the station and she looked at him. “There is no reason for someone to lay their hands on their partner in anger. None. Do you understand me?” She was silent. “Stephanie.”
“Yeah.” She said, but she didn’t sound convinced.
“Walter.” They looked over, seeing August come out of the cabin, “We need you inside.”
“I don’t exactly want to leave Stephanie alone with that Feral still out there.” Walter said.
“She’s a big girl.” August said with a huff.
“I’ll keep her company.” Mike said, bouncing down the stairs. “I’m not invited to the Super Secret Alpha Meeting, anyway.” Walter hesitated a moment before he got up, Mike sitting down in the newly vacated seat as they moved around each other. “Hey, sweetcheeks.” He said, giving her a wide smile as he leaned towards her over the arm of the chair and she snorted.
“Hey.”
Walter and August turned to head back into the cabin as they started talking, Sy and Geralt standing in the living room.
“Tell’em what you told me.” Sy said and Geralt huffed.
“Stephanie is my Mate.” He said.
“She’s not a wolf.” Walter pointed out.
“I know.” He said, “But my wolf recognized her. She didn’t have one for it to find, but it knew her.”
“He was about five seconds from claimin’ her as a Mate before I walked in.” Sy said and Geralt shot him a look.
“Could she be a passive carrier?” Walter asked.
“Maybe.” August said, “If she ever got a blood transfusion from a wolf. It wouldn’t give her the ability to shift, and she wouldn’t show positive on a test, but she’d have a shadow of a wolf in her.”
“She used to play rugby.” Geralt said.
“Badass, but it'd need to be one helluva rugby accident to need a blood transfusion.” Sy said, “The sport is brutal at times, but it ain’t Thunderdome.”
“It’s a theory anyway.” August said, “Unless we asked.”
“So let’s--”
“Sy!” Mike's yell made them run outside, seeing him on the ground, Stephanie standing between him and Jordan, a naked blade in his hand. Seeing them, Jordan took off, making a break for the treeline, Geralt running after him.
“He came out of fucking nowhere!” Mike exclaimed, holding his arm, blood seeping through his fingers. “I tried to hold him off, but he was damn fast and I--”
“It's okay, Mikey.” Sy said, kneeling by him.
“Steph, she--he tried to go for me again and she put herself between him and me, she…she protected me.”
“So we saw.” Walter said and he went to her. “You all right?” He saw the fresh cut on her lip and took her chin in his fingers, turning her head to look at it.
“I'm fine.” She said, pulling her face out of his grasp lightly, “He hit me when Mike went down. Is Mike okay?”
“It ain't bad.” Sy said, having helped him get his hoodie off after getting him to his feet, “We'll wrap it up inside.”
“I should go.” Stephanie said and Mike whipped his head around to look at her.
“What?” He asked, “You can't go! You can't leave! Sy, tell her she can't leave!”
“You all keep getting hurt because of me.”
“Because of the Feral, Stephanie, not you.” Walter said.
“He's only coming here because she's here.” August said, folding his arms over his chest. “This isn't our problem. She's leaving.”
“Bullshit!” Sy said, “I'm makin’ it our fuckin’ problem, Walker! Or did you forget whose goddamn territory this is?!”
“Sy…” She started.
“Steph, I don't know why this crazy sonuvabitch is fixated on you, but it ain't gonna stop if you go, it'll just make it easier for him to get at you.” He said, “He's rabbitin’ when we make an appearance, so you're stickin’ with us until this gets handled, got it? The only safe Feral is a dead one.”
“August is right, this isn't your problem.”
“And like I told the fuckin’ Donkey, I'm makin’ it my problem.” Mike nodded when he looked at him and Sy moved away from him, going over to her, Walter stepping away slightly. “I don't know what he had planned for you out here, killin’ or infectin’, he came prepared for both, but it's my territory and you're in it. You're not a wolf, Steph, but---” She looked up at him and his words died in his throat.
“Sy?” Walter asked, but he didn't seem to hear him.
“Markus?” August asked.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He whispered and a shudder ran through the area that she didn't feel but the others did.
“Sy?” She asked gently and he reached up, holding the side of her jaw, making her gasp softly as the same feeling as with Geralt brushed over her mind.
“Son of a bitch.” He whispered and leaned into her quickly, kissing her and taking her by surprise. She was unresponsive for a moment before a shiver visibly raced down her spine and she pressed back against him, her eyes closing. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her against him as he deepened the kiss, a groan shaking his chest as his tongue slipped into her mouth. “Mate.” He gasped as he pulled away after a moment, “Fuckin’ hell, Steph, you ain't just Geralt's Mate, you're mine, too.”
#henry cavill#walter marshall#captain syverson#august walker#hellraiser mike#geralt of rivia#alternate instincts
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things my friendgroup has said while playing roblox games but its just titan army characters (canon +my hcs and a couple aus)
Chris: Not pump up the music box. What is is?
Luke: Wind up??
Ellis: It's 5:07, we might not even need to wind up the music box.
Cecil: Did you just say its almost seven???
Chris: Watch them all come into the room at 5:50.
bonnie appearing at the end of the hall
Al: CHRIS. CHRIS!
Chris: OH GOD BONNIE-
Drew: Ethan is just SO homophobic he'd rather die then deal with lesbians.
Ethan: Uh...yeah true
Luke: What if we did a reverse Five Nights at Freddys where the animatronics had to spend five nights at our house and then we literally like smash them in with a baseball bat.
Lee: Yall I have no idea what I'm doing.
Silena: You can do it Lee!
Lee: dies
Lou: I think that was Foxy leaving his home.
Cecil: uh..nuh uh.
Lou: Oh. I don't like that sound.
Ellis: No neither do I..
Cecil: Run.
Lee: Ventilation sys-... *phantom puppet standing directly behind him doing nothing* HI?? CAN I HELP YOU??
Silena: I've never seen him on the first night.
Luke: I have.
Lee: ....I feel like Lee is about to tell us me a horror story.
Ethan: Hes alive.
Al: *walks into the room and stares at him.* Oh shit.
Silena: He's still in here? Don't tell me to come closer bitch.
Al: Please distract him. *jumpscare noise* ...by distract him I didn't mean throw yourself into his arms.
Chris: Luke your head just flew off of your head for a second."
Luke: I'm dead by the way so I am...no longer living.
Lee: wow i wonder...
Silena: He's by Lees corpse 🤗
Lee: Thanks Leens😒
spooky noise
Cecil: What was that?? *runs off*
Lee: If you do die I will to. I'll die with you.
Chris, Al and Ethan: *incoherent yelling and screaming about balloon boy*
Luke: .....what??
Nyssa: Yea Foxys like eating your ass right now.
Luke: I hate Balloon Boy, I hate his stupid round eyes and his frickin balloon sign. Get outta here.
Silena: His like free balloons take one I love you sign?
Luke: Yea.
Chris: Like I don't care. Go burn.
Lee: How about we just burn the whole place to the ground.
Al: If I don't see him, he doesn't see me....he might see me. He might see me.
Ethan: He sees you.
Cecil: What if it's really fun. Like what if we go to fun land after this.
twenty minutes later
Cecil: NO WE HAVE TO SLIDE INTO FUN???
Lou: NO KING WHY DID YOU SAY WE WERE GONNA GO TO FUNLAND??
Lee: Wait thats a seven?
Silena: Its a two for me!
Luke: ITS DIFFERENT NUMBERS!?
Ethan: Is this Sirenhead??
Chris: Do not even start. DON'T even tell me that.
Lee: So just hang left?
Silena: Yup.
Luke: Just always go left.
Chris: Hehe. That's what I thought too.
Silena: Oh..
Al: Chris I can't believe your profile picture isn't a cat.
Chris: Al I can't believe you're GAY.
Mitchell: Why is your face purple??
Ethan: You're purple too??
Drew: WELL. YOU'RE FACE IS PURPLE TOO.
Chris: But I can see really well, I don't know what's wrong with you.
Ethan: Cause you...cause you died.
Al: Cause you fucking walked into Bonnie??
Chris: Oh my god I did it guys! All me.
Silena: YOU DIDN'T!? You died like immediately.
Luke: You died before the animatronics even started moving.
Cecil: Why would you say that?
Chris: You trusted the person who walked into Bonnie on the first night?
Cecil: I don't trust you,
Luke: And he wasn't even off the stage yet.
Cecil: I'm just gullible.
Lou: Oh my god this is so much better I can actually see them....actually nevermind it's not better. It's not better. I see too much.
Lee: Do you wanna play FNaF 4 :D
Luke: NO???
(they played fnaf 4)
Drew: Oh come on lets get out! Car! OH IS THAT A KIA SOUL!? EUAGHGHHH
Cecil: I kinda wanna go down there. I really wanna go down there. I'm going.
Ellis: Don't die. You're probably gonna die what am I saying?
Chris: Oh Foxy's in the garage?? Foxy's about to drive that car bro
Drew: Is Freddy in this game?? Yeah he is.
Silena: Yeah Freddy's in the room. He's under the bed.
Drew: Oh! He's under the bed! That makes me feel really safe! That's really- I don't like that. I wish you didn't tell me that.
Lee: I feel like I'm being chased in a horror movie or something.
Silena: Me too.
Lee: Except I'm surrounded by JOSH HUTCHERSON and I can't be serious about that.
Luke: I'm heading there. OH nevermind I just got hit by a military tank.
Al: Why am I coughing so much??
Chris: Because you're gay.
Al: Yeah its a sickness.
#ta!lee has just been accepted as canon in my head btw so#and i have a few ta!drew aus#so 💅#chris rodriguez#alabaster torrington#luke castellan#silena beauregard#lee fletcher#cecil markowitz#ellis wakefield#lou ellen blackstone#nyssa barerra#mitchell pjo#drew tanaka#pjo#phoenix rambles#titan army
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{“Bat-sy (y/n) ”} part 2
Summary:
Reader is a goth girl who wears glasses, but she forgot them at the Grab-N-Go while trying to avoid Vance. Something goes wrong when she walks home.
Also, Uh I accidentally made readers dad Mexican
so if you aren't hispanic, Now you are /j
The grabber is fluent in spanish.
(H/C) = Hair color
Cw: Implied Pedophilia, Cursing, Blood
September 24th, 1977, North Denver, Colorado.
4:28
Vance H.’s POV:
I tap my foot impatiently, Waiting for the goth freak show, bat-sy to show up.
Leaning against the pinball machine.
I stretch myself upwards, looking out the window, looking for her.
Seeing nothing.
“Where the hell is she?! It's been 28 minutes! Almost 30! She better have not fucking stood me up!”
I grip her stupid nerd glasses.
If she has the audacity not to show up, Then I should have the audacity to break these stupid nerd glasses of hers.
I hold her weak material glasses over my head, With a swift movement, snapping the bridge in half on my knee.
“To teach her a lesson.” I huff, Shoving the 2 broken pieces in my vest’s breast pocket.
My heart sank.
Out of nowhere..
I got this weird, shitty gut feeling.
I can't stand this.
I feel so shit.
I'm leaving.
I sigh, Walking out into the dry dusty streets.
“Get over it, She doesn't wanna talk to you, Big deal, She's just some Freak.”
I grumble at the thought.
It cant be just that..
Something still bothered and tugged at me.
I walk home, Looking at my feet the entire time.
I bump into someone, I'd usually yell at whoever did that, but I just looked up and glared.
A man probably in his late 30s, with a shaved head, Tan skin, Started talking to me in Spanish.
“Listen, I don't fucking speak Spanish, So you can scram.” I spat.
“Chamaco has visto a esta niña?”
(Kid have you seen this girl??)
I didn't know what he was saying, but he sounded desperate and distressed.
He holds a picture up to me.
“Porfavor Niño! Necesito tu ayuda!”
(Please kid I need your help)
“I told you, don't speak-”
I finally look at the paper he's holding to my face.
My heart sank to my ass.
It was a missing poster.
It was (Y/n).
Same weird painted face, same weird glasses, and (H/L) Hair.
“I am looking for my Hija”
(Daughter)
The man says in broken English.
I'm assuming this is (Y/n)’s dad.
“Yo sey un niño kay hablar spanish”
(I know a kid who speaks spanish)
I say, Hoping the man understands my shit spanish.
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3rd person POV:
Sickening sinister laughter can be heard, a Box of Cigarettes, A Black Van, A silver cross necklace covered in blood.
A glimpse of the (H/C)’s girl's white face. Her screams for help and the man's haunting demonic mask.
Gwen gasps for air, sitting up in her bed, in a panic.
Another dream about a kidnapping..
“No, No…”
She gets out of her pijamas, Slipping into some jeans and a long sleeved shirt.
She walks out to her living room, To see her dad and brother standing by the phone.
“Finney..? Daddy..?”
The young girl says.
“Do you know a girl named, (Y/n) (L/n), Gwenny?”
Mr. Blake says, In his whispery tone of voice.
“Yeah.. She's friends with Bruce.. what about her..?”
“She went missing yesterday.”
Gwen’s heart drops, Her dreams, yet again, Weren't just anything.
Gwen grabs her brother.
"Gwen where are we going??"
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Gwen walks out, Pulling her brother with her.
They are both spotted by Bruce, Who's putting up missing posters across the street.
“Hey! Gwen! Finney! You guys! Over here!” He yells.
As Gwen and Finney get closer, Noticing Bruce looks absolutely fucked up.
His usually nice, brushed hair was a mess.
He had an expression that looked like a mixture between anger and panic.
He was sweating badly, There were sweat marks on his shirt.
“Bruce.. Are you feeling okay..?”
Finney asks quietly.
Gwen looks at the missing poster in Bruce’s arms.
“Is it because of-”
she starts.
“Shut up! Shut the fuck up!”
Bruce snaps at Gwen.
There's collective silence between the 3 of them.
The only thing that can be heard is Bruce’s shaky breathing.
He breaks into sobs, An endless stream of tears pouring down his face.
Gwen and Finney look at each other, Then walk closer to him.
“Come on, man, I'm sure they'll find her..”
Bruce glares daggers at Finney.
Walking up to him and gettting into his face and grabbing him collar of his shirt.
“That's what they fucking said about Billy and Griffin and what do you Know Griffin was found dead and Billy is still missing, probably rotting 6 feet under too!”
Bruce couldn't Hold the optimistic act up anymore.
After the disappearance of his best friend, he couldn't bring himself to do anything that doesn't involve her search. He skipped breakfast, He couldn't focus on school, Nothing.
He started acting angered and bitter towards everyone, Everyone he was like this to was taken aback by it, As this wasn't usually how Bruce would be.
“I'm not going to let her fucking die. Not like the other kids. Even if it's the last thing I do. Now get the fuck out of my way, I have to go meet with Robin, Vance, and Mr. (L/N).”
He spat as let Finney go and he walked past them.
Gwen blinked.
“Did.. Did Bruce just… yell and curse at me.. Did He really just.. do that to you?”
Gwen says, Shocked.
“I've never seen him act this way.”
Finn says, Still processing what just happened.
“Well actually.. You gotta understand, He's lost his friend, Imagine if that was you with robin.”
Finney sighs.
“I mean.. I guess yeah, that’d be horrible.. I’d never be the same”
Gwen runs after Bruce.
“WAIT!”
Bruce ignores her and keeps on walking.
“I might know where she got kidnapped.”
He stops walking.
Gwen finally follows up behind him, Finney is still trying to catch up with them too.
“Where?”
Bruce asks.
"I'm so sure I saw her getting kidnapped.. In my dream."
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1st person POV:
I stir awake, my whole body shivering, Aching, The feeling of those damn fucking welts still were stinging.
I felt weak, Everything hurt.
Feeling something on my stomach.
I look and see my captor gracing his disgustingly rough fingers on my abdomen.
I scoot away from him best I could with my limited energy.
He scoots closer, Looking down at me while tucking my hair behind my ear.
“I know you're scared, and you want to go home, I'll take you home soon.”
His tone is trying to manipulate me into a sense of security with fake sweetness.
I sit up, Avoiding eye contact.
“Now don't be like that, That makes me sad, Mi niña bonita."
The nickname making me break.
It was what my dad called me.
I start crying.
He gets even closer, Pulling me into a hug.
“Why? Why are you doing this? Did you kidnap those other boys too?”
Pushing him away.
He pulls away.
My voice was shaky and weak in fear.
He places his hand on my cheek.
My tears getting on his hand.
“No, That was someone else, Now don't cry.”
I shut my eyes.
Knock
His hand went from my cheek to my mouth.
“Try screaming, and I’ll skin you alive.”
He gets up, Walking up the steps of the dusty basement.
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3rd person POV:
Albert pulls his mask off, both parts of them.
He opens the door, Revealing his friend, Mr. (L/N).
“Hola (D/N)! ¿Cómo estás?”
He looks behind him, staring at the 5 kids, Seemingly inspecting his lawn.
He scowls.
“¡No estoy bien Alberto mi hija está desaparecida!”
He says, On the very verge of tears.
A subtle smile appeared on Albert’s face.
“Verdad? Que mal.. ¿Cuándo desapareció?”
Putting on a fake concerned tone.
Lying his ass off, Knowing he has his friend's daughter in his basement.
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Vance H.’s POV:
I stare through the window. That Albert guy and (Y/n)’s dad have a conversation.
There's something off about him.
I can't tell if it's because he looks like he doesn't shower or if it's because he just.. Gives off horrible vibes.
He smiles when Mr. (L/N) Isn't looking.
It isn't just a normal smile, It's weird.. Sinister, Smile.
“Hey, You, Snot nosed brat, Get over here.”
I signal to Finney’s Younger sister, I think her name's Gwen or some shit, I don't know, Snot nosed brat sounds better.
The kid stares at me, Like I just confessed to murder.
And looks around before slowly walking towards me
“What? Did you find something?”
She whisper-yells.
“What’d you say the kidnapper in your dreams looked like again?”
“Well his house honestly looked a whole lot like th-”
The old geezer walks out. Shit.
“Hey.. what are you kids doing here..”
Quick think of something, Not suspicious.. Uhm.. Uhm..
I get up tapping the snot nosed brats shoulder.
“Tag you're it Brat!”
The little girl isn't as stupid as I thought and she played along running after me.
Robin and Finney picked up on our act.
“Oh they're just doing something, waiting for Mr. (L/n) to come out.”
Robin says.
“Yeah…”
Finney backs him up
3rd person POV:
Albert looks around, Watching Gwen and Vance play tag, Finney and Robin having a nice talk.
“Ah.. how I love to see the youth doing kiddish things.”
He smiles.
Vance and Gwen stop and sit down on the sidewalk.
“Okay, You saw that right? Can we both agree that Mr. Shaw gives all of us horrible vibes..”
Gwen whispers to him.
Vance nods.
Albert looks at Bruce, Giving him a friendly expression, Walking towards him and resting his hand on his shoulder.
“Say.. You kids wanna come in? Mr. (L/n) is in the bathroom. I'll pour you all some lemonade. Huh? How does that sound? Hm?”
Something tells Bruce he shouldn't.
“No, Thanks.”
Shaking the man's rough hand off his shoulder.
“Are you sure? I can-”
“I said No.”
Bruce says harshly.
Before Albert can say anything (or do.. anything), Mr. (L/N) comes out.
“Gracias por la ayuda Alberto.. Vamonos niños..”
“He said let's go.”
Robin says, Not feeling comfortable there and wanting to leave.
When the group got far enough from Mr. Shaw's house, Gwen turned to the other kids.
“I think we all need to discuss something.”
Gwen says.
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(I kinda lost motivation el oh el)
#the black phone#bruce yamada the black phone#vance hopper the black phone#vance hopper#vance hopper x reader#bruce yamada#tbp#tbp fanfic#tbp fandom
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i was thinking about follow you anywhere earlier (like that's new) and i realised that i didn't give enough credit to sy on the last chapter. i mean, we read from the readers pov, and it is very well written that we can feel the fear. but when i looked at it as a reader, i realised that no, sy wouldn't consciously hurt her. he'd think she's confused, she doesn't understand, she just needs some time to adjust because they were seperated for so long etc. i mean, he'd yell at her, break things, he'd take away her phone and computer previleges, he wouldn't leave her out of his sight, maybe collar her to bed at nights and when he's away, but i don't think he'd choose violence. because he, in his delusional way, cares for her. right? please tell me if i'm being delulu again 😔 🍀
No he wouldn't jump to physical violence. We saw him not even wanting to swear in front of her but I thinkk he'll break that habit and we'll see how even that kinda makes him snap. He might not call her names but he'd scare her good bc let's face it, he's huge and terrifying, and if he's just breaking shit that suggests he could break her. And control is harmful on it's own. Keeping her close to him, controlling everything she does, that's another level of torture. He thinks it's justified to keep her safe. He probably thinks he's protecting her from all the awful things he saw (and did) in the war.
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Stupid Valorant pronoun/sexuality hcs that nobody asked for :D
These are headcanons, you don’t have to agree ^^!
(Warning, This is me getting used to the whole layout thing + I hc almost the entire cast as Polyamorous)
Brimstone - He/they - I have no clue what his sexuality would be - This man is a he/they in a “I use he/him but people can use they/them on me” sort of way
Omen - Any pronouns(including neos/xenos) - Polyamorous queer - I feel like Omen wouldn’t really care about what people call them, she has her likes and dislikes, but isn’t really concerned about his gender
Viper - She/it/they - Polyamorous Aroflux Lesbian - Librafeminine - Okay. This might be purely projections but I’m a firm believer that Chamber and Viper are more queer platonic partners than romantic partners, again, I might be projecting as I am aroflux myself but let me have this
Raze - She/they/art/ze/boom - Lesbian - RAZE IS A LESBIAN. NANOBOMB LESBIANS REA
Cypher - He/it - Polyamorous Bisexual - Trans man - This man is a bisexual. There’s no denying it. (+BONUS!!! Nora - She/they - Trans woman - Bisexual - I NEED MORE NORA HCS. AMIR AND NORA T4T FR!!)
Sage - She/they - Polyamorous Lesbian - Sage doesn’t look like a man liker I’m sorry(also might just be me projecting)
Sova - He/it/hush/owl - Polyamorous Gay - Trans man - Right so the neo pronouns are most definitely projections AHA . I love Sova so much he’s such a silly guy (I ship him with almost the entire masc valorant cast I shit you not)
Phoenix - He/they - Polyamorous Bisexual - I. I have no explanation for this. There is no way Phoenix is straight .
Jett - She/they - Polyamorous Pansexual - I ALSO HAVE NO EXPLANATION FOR THIS The entire valorant thing is gay as hell
Breach - He/it/flair - Queer - Trans masc - This guy’s gender is screaming.
Reyna - It/she/eye - Polyamorous Lesbian - REYNA IS A WOMAN LIKER !!!!!! SHE KISSES WOMAN !!!! I’M SAGE I WOULD KNOW !!!!!!!
Killjoy - they/It/xe/ze/she/bot/bit/robo/robot/nano/sys/com/tech/pix/pixel/exe/dot - Lesbian - Pangender - I’m so getting yelled at for this one . LISTEN. THERE IS NO WAY THE TECH LESBIAN IS CIS. IM SORRY BUT IM NOT SORRY . KJ’S GENDER IS ROBOTS.
Skye - She/they - Ambiamorous either Bi or Pansexual - Skye is so silly, idk if she’s bi or pan, but she swings both ways
Yoru - He/they/it - Polyamorous Bisexual - When I was first learning the game and didn’t know the names of the characters I called Yoru ‘the bisexual’, and that has been so ingrained into my mind that whenever I panic and can’t speak properly I go “AH THERE’S A BISEXUAL-”
Astra - They/she/star - Lesbian - Listen I know that Galaxsea is great but I love Astra, Skye and Harbour as a gay/bi/lesbian trio, also because I love to think of their dynamic as a siblings
KAY/O - He/It/They/Bot/Toaster - no romance - I feel like he wouldn’t describe himself as aro/ace? Mainly because he doesn’t care. The neo pronouns were given to it by KJ as a joke, but the neos ended up sticking
Chamber - He/it/gold - Polyamorous Pansexual - They guy is so desperate he will try anyone. Honestly the guy just wants to be loved but at the same time is terrified of commitment
Neon - She/they/shock - Pansexual - Neon likes everyone, I don’t make the rules(but I do)
Fade - She/they/dae - Ambiamorous Lesbian(or omni fem lean idk) - Fade kisses Viper all the time fr(Fearbite real)
Harbor - He/it - Polyamorous Gay - HE KISSES MEN !!!!!!! You cannot look at this man and tell me he doesn’t kiss men on a daily basis
Gekko - He/him - Bisexual - This dude swings both ways !! He’s definitely screamed to Reyna about his crushes :3
#valorant#valorant headcanons#brimstone valorant#omen valorant#viper valorant#raze valorant#cypher valorant#nora valorant#sage valorant#sova valorant#phoenix valorant#jett valorant#breach valorant#Reyna valorant#killjoy valorant#skye valorant#yoru valorant#astra valorant#kay/o valorant#chamber valorant#neon valorant#fade valorant#habour valorant#gekko valorant#take a shot every time I project on these character#please dont#you will die#I am so normal about valorant
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Flower In The Desert - Chapter 16
Captain Syverson Fanfic
Violet dragged herself out of bed, the sound of the waves entering through the open patio doors of her bedroom. She exited her bedroom in the rental she shared with Matt for a few days, their getaway to visit the gulf and relax.
The aroma of coffee wafted into her senses as she entered the kitchen, but it hit her with a wave of nausea. Matt turned to her, concern evident in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
"Just not feeling great. How did you sleep?"
"Honestly, I haven't slept that well in so long." He offered her a cup of coffee that she promptly declined, leaping to her feet to make a quick dash to the nearest bathroom. "Vi?" He knocked softly on the door as he heard her groan, followed by the sound of running water.
He waited patiently as she opened the door with a frown. "Must have eaten something that didn't sit well with me last night. Can you make me some tea?"
"Sure."
Violet grabbed a blanket from the couch and settled into a chair on the patio, gazing out at the water. After a few minutes, she smiled up at Matt as he handed her a cup of tea and took a seat beside her. "Thanks. So, how are you, Matt?"
"Um... alright I guess. Still feels like we did nothing."
"Yeah," she offered with a sigh before taking a sip of her tea. "We join the service because we think we're going to be helping people. But we never stop to ask if they want our help..."
"I guess I never thought of it like that until now." Matt leaned back in his chair as they both sat in silence for a few minutes. "Have you kept in touch with Syverson?"
"Yeah, we chat every few days. He said it's even worse there now that we're gone."
Matt sighed, glancing at her. "So what is it with you two?"
Violet chuckled, her cheeks slightly flushed as she set her tea on the small table between them. "He worked under my dad at the start of his military career, so I was around him a lot. I was very obviously smitten with him. And he was sweet, but completely respectful. When I saw him again in the desert, I don't know. It just clicked for both of us..."
"Well, at least something good happened then, huh?"
"Right," she responded with a grin, glancing back to the water as a wave of melancholy washed over her. "Hopefully he'll be back soon..."
"I hope he makes it back to you safely, Violet."
"Yeah... me too." Violet stood up, stumbling slightly as dizziness overcame her. She caught herself, falling back onto the chair, and Matt quickly rose to his feet beside her.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Just stood up too fast is all." She waved his concern away and walked into the house ahead of him. "Let's go down to the beach for a while."
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Violet and Matt were sharing a laugh as she unlocked the door to the rental when she heard her phone ringing from inside. "Shit." She quickly opened the door and grabbed her phone from the coffee table where she'd left it. "Hello?"
"Flower..."
"Eddie..." She smiled at Matt as she entered her bedroom for privacy. "I haven't heard your voice in a few days. I miss it."
Syverson sighed. "I know, baby. I'm sorry."
She took a seat on the edge of the bed, her hand unconsciously resting on her stomach, sensing the stress in his voice. "Are you alright?"
"Not really. You?"
"Yes... I'm in the Gulf with Matt until tomorrow. I wish we had time to have an actual conversation."
"I know, flower. I'm sorry."
Violet stood up to pace with a sigh. "We need to talk about something, Eddie..."
"Okay..." he responded apprehensively. "What's the matter?"
"Nothing is the matter. I just--" Her voice got cut off by the sound of gunfire on the other line, causing her to freeze in her spot. "SY?!"
"Fuck! I have to g--"
The line fell silent after the sound of an explosion, and she continued to yell into the phone. "Sy? Eddie? EDDIE?!"
Matt opened the bedroom door upon hearing her screaming into the phone. "Vi? What's the matter?"
She dragged her eyes up to him, her cheeks already wet with tears, as she held up the phone. "It's Sy... he..." She brought her hand up to her chest, her breaths growing rapid. Matt rushed across the room just in time to catch her as she blacked out, fainting into his arms.
"Vi!"
Chapter 17
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reward!jungkook
she saw you and as much jungkook is hoping syelle didn’t, she did. you in all your skimpy glory; you obviously wore that green-lime dress to get jungkook’s attention and she wonders if it did just that. did jungkook size you up and down? did his eyes wander every curve of your body? did he bite his lip when he looked? did his eyes roll back when he smelt you? did he start thinking about you again?
she lets him pull her away but moments before his excitement, he looked panicked. like he’s been caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to and the smirk on your face while looking at her makes syelle just hate herself more. you looked at her in a ‘you should have known this was coming’ manner and maybe you’re right. maybe she should have seen this coming. you’ll always be around to pull his leash and jungkook will always come back.
syelle is awfully quiet during the whole movie. it could be because she’s really into it but jungkook knows she would whisper something to him by now. she hasn’t even touched her popcorn and it’s obvious that something is on her mind and he knows what it is or rather who.
you’re a thorn in both jungkook’s and syelle’s side but mostly in jungkook’s. you’re like a bad omen that brings bad luck no matter where you are.
syelle leans close to jungkook and whispers “i’m going to use the bathroom. i’ll be back” she doesn’t wait for his response and just leaves the theater to head to the bathroom. she even leave your purse behind. once syelle’s inside, she goes towards the sink and lets out a sigh when really, she wants to scream at the top of her lungs.
“i feel bad for you, syelle”
syelle turns her head to find where the voice is coming from followed by a flushing sound. the stall opens and there you are in your sexy glory. syelle sizes you up and down, she understands why jungkook cheated on her with you. you’re a complete upgrade with a body girls dreamt of having growing up.
you walk up to the sink, put soap in your hands, and begin washing them while planting seeds of doubt in syelle’s mind. you can’t play puppet master to jungkook? fine. you’ll play puppet master to ‘his wife’
“your husband is only with you to appeal to yours and his parents. he even talks shit about you”
“you’re lying—,”
“honey, if i were lying he and i wouldn’t still be fucking behind your back”
“i will FUCKING KILL YOU!!”
“ouuuu, feisty~ i knew you had some spice to you, syelle. i’m just being honest” you shrug.
“woman to woman, it’s not me you should kill, it’s him. he lied to you and he lied to me. talked shit about you behind your back and did the same to me. it’s almost as if he’s playing the both of us”
“no he isn’t. you’re just jealous that he’s with me and not with you—“
“hahahahaha! you think he’s with you because he likes you? syelle, sweetie, he despises you. he doesn’t find you attractive, he can’t stomach the thought of touching you, and let’s be honest, you aren’t that pretty. i mean, freckles and a pixie? ew. newsflash, he likes hair to pull on when he fucks”
syelle at this point is shaking. did he really say that to you about her? he’s with her out of pity not because—
“aww, don’t cry sweetheart. once a cheater, always a cheater. enjoy your movie! nice mattress by the way. it’s a lot better than the old one”
syelle isn’t sure if she can walk back to the theater and look at jungkook. when she goes to get her phone she realizes that she left her purse inside so she can’t call hoseok so he can take her home. she isn’t sure what to do anymore. should she confront him? should she just stay quiet about it? should she even believe you to begin with? YES. it’s obvious that he’s confided in that bitch multiple times.
syelle paces back and forth trying to figure out what she should do. she’s so wrapped up in her thoughts that she doesn’t notice jungkook yelling her name on the other side. “just go out there, sy. deep breaths and smile” on cue she puts a smile on her face but it’s so obvious that she’s livid. she tries again and again until her smile looks genuine and when it looks good enough, she exits the bathroom with a smile on her freckled face.
“sorry i was taking so long. was fixing my makeup. i didn’t miss too much, did i?”
“you look pretty.” Her husband gives her a huge smile. He’s pissed off because he knows that you were there in the bathroom. he just has a feeling.
Because of the look on her face, it was So clear that she was crying. They resume watching the movie and… unlike jungkook had originally thought that the movie date would do some good- it doesn’t.
Her popcorn is barely finished and she’s not even looking at him, almost avoiding eye contact. So once the movie finally ends, it’s painful for Jungkook.
He feels so guilty. You’re not leaving him alone. And now you’ve found a new way to torture him through Syelle. “Did you enjoy the movie?” He asks they both walk out. Syelle seems to be so distracted.
She didn’t even smile once when her favorite actor came on screen. Jungkook bites his lip at her nonchalance, her responses are curt and short.
Something went down between you and her.
“Should we have dinner? You hungry?” He asks as they sit in the car. When she says no after he asks her for the third time, Jungkook grips the steering wheel tightly, but inhales a sigh.
“You met with yn didn’t you?” He asks, focusing on the road ahead as he drives at a normal speed. Her eyes immediately turn at his face.
So his suspicions are true.
“Don’t believe a single word that comes out her mouth… please I know she said something that’s been bothering you- it’s not true- whatever she said.” He says, trying to stay calm because all he wants to do right now is to choke the air out of your lungs.
He knows his wife is very insecure because of him.
Of what he’s done to her. “Yknow what? I’m going to see that bitch tonight. I’m going to deal with her for the last time- I’ll make she never bothers you again.” He is coming to see you after he drops Syelle home.
“I won’t fuck her I promise- I’ll just beg her to not bother you anymore because I don’t want to betray you again… not when you’ve given me a chance.”
He keeps on talking and talking that they both don’t realise that he’s already home. Until he sees the familiar parking lot.
“Please just go home.. I promise I’ll be faithful to you… I promise. Just need to talk to her.” He says with tears in his eyes.
And as soon as he drops her off- he’s speeding to your place.
With his phone in his hands as he picks it up from the dashboard, he dials your now unblocked number- and surprisingly for the first time you pick up immediately.
“You bitch- I’m coming.” He growls.
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Last post reminded me, in one of Joshua's diary entries he describes chasing Dolly (who is like 10) around as skunk as a game, and to be sure I double checked with Malcolm that Dolly would indeed know what a skunk is and would rationally be wary of them, because of the aforementioned exclusivity to the Americas and there being a decent chance that there are probably parts of Faerun and even the sword coast where one might never see a skunk ever. I made Sy and Joshua a pair of Canucks though and when deciding on what "creatures of the night" for Joshua to be drawn to, I approached it like some do for druid wildshapes, where they pick animals that are typically found in the type of environment/climate their character lives in. (In addition, Joshua feels most connected to animals that are considered pests/vermin by most cultural standards, but we won't go into that). Anyway so in this diary entry about testing out his shapeshifting abilities, he goes over how he's figured out how to shift into a raccoon, a swarm of rats, and then of course he can be a little skunk, as a treat.
Well of course Malcolm also weighs in to let me know that Strahd probably hasn't seen a skunk before, seeing as Barovia is based on Eastern Europe, not to mention that it's completely closed off. So picture this ten year old boy running to hide behind his surrogate vampire dad, yelling about "Joshua turned himself into a smelly beast!!" And up comes Joshua round the corner, like maybe 5 lbs of black and white fluff with short legs and a tail like a feather duster. He freezes, mortified, realizing Strahd's seen him like this now and there'll be no recovering from this humiliation. Then the fucking dread Lord himself just puts on an amused grin and picks this strange little animal up with one hand like it's a damn telephone receiver, revealing it's silly, pink little feet while poor Joshua tries his best not to die from embarrassment.
Imagine that, like how funny that would be to him that with the myriad powers bestowed upon him by becoming a vampire, of all the fearsome nighttime creatures that lurk in the dark, you find out your newest consort has decided to just be a little nasty creature. Like wait, what else can you turn into? Oh, well, it's also a nasty little creature, but fatter and with cleaner hands. Like obviously these are animals you don't want to piss off but also you could easily turn into a mountain lion or some shit. I asked Mal what Strahd would think and he just said "he thinks it's cute".
Devastating.
Imagine being Joshua and having to go to dinner later with the other consorts all around the table with him "So I heard you can turn into a teddy bear now, how quaint." "Volenta please, he's still learning! I'm sure he'll be able to turn into a full grown cat with just a little more persistence." "Ladies, stop being mean, Joshua's just trying out more harmless animals as practice." Just brutal.
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reading progress: chapter 222 (i had to get some shit sorted but we're back in action here folks)
reading highlights: get the scrolling fingers ready
196 oh theres a character w gender
kdj kind of commenter that just wants a girl character. okay
kdj ID theft yjh: oh there you are
197 "in moments of low self esteem Kim Dokja would say "I'm Yoo Joonghyuk"
UNIONIZE HELL!!
198 going to a bar to eat the appies yes (non drinker solidarity)
guy who survived a decade on one story -> maybe [non constellation] people need stories also
kdj: WWYJHD? wait im better than him
199 kdj special fake it til u make it
listening to funky synth music during the reaper fights (cat out of hell on bandcamp)
"my lovely kids LGY & SYS" t-t
200 [processing gamified revolution] HMM
201 hell yeah publican dude (british sense) i want him to make me a butty
Han Myungoh (HMO?) union buster OFC
YJH bar of handsome ness entry #1652
203 kdj unabashed long media enjoyer
LITERALLY comparing this to union efforts at the old job. okay
204 why are all office manager/company men roman philosophy losers
bring out the skill/item from 100 chapters ago
kinda hot to kill people just cause there fucking with the revolution
ORV MPREG?
205 orv a story for people who like wall
JHY videogame siren girl technique :/
206 HMO demon king consort? good for u?
ppl can grow off screen?? kdj lack of human object permanence
YJH widower era babey. uriel not causing problems persay. but on purpose
207 [BAD SOCIETAL THING] isnt the natural state of the world and can be changed. kissing this arc
brooo do get yjh a therapy watch to get him to dissociating/alienating himself less -> kdj is the guy planing this o__o
KNW and abyssal black dragon are u evil or just 14
208 [hsy feels like] an abandoned food processor?
The entire hsy & ysa scene its got everything: sexual tension, fraught emotions, abt secrets and grief, Big Dragon
JHY in a world of minmaxers is a balanced PC
209kdj you have a new kid a they are a foolish teen
4th wall dog training continues. NO eating other smaller wall
Big Guy (derogatory) my fav passive aggressive insult
210 "I forgot to I was Yoo Joonghyuk" yeah rookie mistake man cant forget that
"Tell the Duke to learn to fear the Day" HOOTIN AND HOLLERING
211 why is this egg so cute wtf. it needs story and hugs okay
dokkaebi sys birth im crying. kids man, you gotta love them! they love the whole world!
212 [heh] kdj dad moments! thats his kid!!
SYS LGY LJH kid hang out T_T -> maritime admiral yi sunsin T_T
uriel is so normal about dokhyuk. you abandoned ur incarnation!!
213 yjh uriel Road trip buddy comedy
STEAL FROM WORK!!
214 "if you have to sell your story sell it for the right price" THATS PRAXIS BAYBE
kdj doing the blackbeard thing about demon king of salvation
215 kdj cant talk to people. mood. -> praising jhy cute
216 kdj no good billionairs-ing the constellations
the readership to commenter to author pipeline. themes
Kdj existential crisis about the existence of truth and the true self and if its possible to know the other
Yelling
"I think there is a huge wall" [Fourth Wall is looking at you] -> THATS WRITING
'theres no such think as communication' DOKJA
everyone has a wall, communication is impossible thats obvious -> TEENS ROCK
you should leave your mark
music: loves first explosion
kdj 🤝 me : getting the names slightly wrong
SWK!!!
↳ 217 he had sweet lips?
↳ one of swk hairs? -> secret tool that will help us later?
↳ its the gaze of one person...
218 the snake says hes okay cause he has no hands and feet (GOOD JOKE) i missed the twitch chat
THE REVOLUTION MUST LIVE IN OUR HEARTS AND IN OUR MINDS
many stripes one team! (blaseball ref)
219 dokhyuk's constant one up man ship ID fuckery
219 theres the swk hair. im gonna get a good grade in orv!
220 KNW is a mech. okay
Bye KNW see you in another 50 chapters
UGH YJH [SCREAMING] thx for saving him bbygirl
"He came..." I was so happy I wanted to call out his name... yeah bro?
221 kdj self rationalization speed run. did my friend do smth just to save me? no he must have some convoluted motive
Author is that file A THREAT? sad yjh tho bby.
rotating: i mean shit. i already made a post cause part of of this section was so fucking good. kim dokja! you got problems man. fucking fascinating ones. I love it when teens school him about the philosophy of communication. yeah bro its all signifiers all the way down the platonic realm of perfect objects is inaccessible to us. but meaning can still be created even if its infinite meanings of infinite texts. hang on.... can we get fictional character Kim Dokja to read Borges i think i would fuck him up so bad.
delightful revolutionary stuff going on here too, big fan. to think we can kill the trope of the evil revolutionary that takes power for themself if we all just had the most weird intrinsic gay identity thing going on with some guy thats assassinates politicians in ur name.
i think ill leave the actual nibbles of kdj yjh legacy/story swap for next time tho. just based in vibes. also just noteing the veritable gaggle of kids being collected. love em. kdj like many people with parent problems and who is easy to own, collecting them like flies
remember all epiphanies of the self are 80 percent wrong
#some shit#orv blogging#going to go DEVOUR some fucking dinner the narratives make me so hungery -> actually just forgot to eat#just so u know i can see the activity feed ticking up ominously from this screen but am powerless against it#did u know posts work exponential i think im learning that.#orv notebook
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A few fun facts about my Shen Yuan’s Sister as NYY AU [aka Shen Mei AU] -- mostly about her relationship with Shang Qinghua tbh
IRL after Shen Yuan’s death, Shen Mei attempted to message Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky no less than three dozen times over the period of a few weeks--both from her account & her brother’s account. As Airplane was the closest thing to being her brother’s friend that she knew how to get in contact with, and she kinda thought Airplane would like to know that he’d died. And...... maybe they could talk? Something.
Unfortunately, Airplane never responded, because he was also already gone. This didn’t stop her from continuing to try periodically til her own untimely demise.
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After finding out that Airplane is Shang Qinghua, she has a good, belated yell about the above fact. Maybe not actual yelling, but excuse you. How dare you die on her, too!! Q^Q Shang Qinghua is naturally a bit flummoxed by this, because he never knew this girl??? Like apparently she’s Cucumber-bro’s little sister n all, but.... uh. Well shit. Guess this is what it means to have a para-social relationship with someone, huh.
Though, on the other hand, it’s... he really wasn’t expecting someone to notice/care that he was gone.
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Yet, once the initial phase of Awkwardness between them passes (it takes a little bit), Shen Mei immediately switches from calling SQH “Shang-shishu” to Shang-shushu... or sometimes just Shushu. Govt Assigned [paternal, younger] Uncle, but in like a cutesy family way instead of as a Martial Uncle.
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SY!SQQ is appalled once he finds out (but really only in the kinda indignant way he normally is about Airplane). But dead third brothers who show up late & make her worry don’t get a say about who she adopts. Them’s the rules. (✿◡‿◡)
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Feral Instincts Ch.19
Pairing: The Rogue’s Gallery (Geralt, Syverson, Mike, August Walker, Walter Marshall) x Stephanie Daniels (OFC)
WC 2812
Warnings: hoo boy smutty smutty smut smut smut (and Sy and August bickering like an old married couple)
Stephanie lay in bed, her back to the door. She felt each of them stand outside of it for a few minutes in turn before walking away. They didn't knock, didn't ask to be let in. She felt their wolves at times, too, their claws scratching at the door, their low whine being heard through the wood.
The howls were the worst. Actual howls, not the sound in her head when Jordan had tried to Call to her. The notes were long, wavering, sorrowful. It made her eyes close tight, her own wolf wanting to answer.
They didn't love her. They loved her wolf.
Jordan should have just killed her. It would have been more merciful than this.
The tiny electric buzzes that had been arcing through her muscles intensified and felt like she was vibrating at a low frequency. Finally, she stopped fighting it, stopped pushing it away, and the change came swiftly. Muscle and bone shifted and slid, rearranging into something alien.
She laid there when it was over, taking in a deep breath and letting it out slowly before resting her head on her paws. She heard them outside the door again and her head picked up, looking at it.
"Steph?" Walter. "You shifted, love. All on your own. I'm so proud of you."
"Doll, we…" Sy. "Fuck. Hinges are on the inside, so I can't knock the pins out."
"Step aside." August.
"You ain't kickin' the damn door down! I used three inch wood screws on all the deadbolts, so it ain't in the jamb, it's in the frame. You'll do nothin' but hurt yourself and damage the house."
"Why the hell would you use three inch wood screws on interior deadbolts?"
"Force'a habit." He said and she looked over as Geralt climbed in through the open window, his claws sliding back under his fingernails.
He went over to her, kneeling by the bed and running his hand over her head, his thumb smoothing between her eyes. She sighed again, pillowing her head in his hand and relaxing on the bed as he rubbed at her ear, his other hand running over her side.
They didn’t love her. They loved her wolf.
“Steph.” Geralt said and she looked at him. Sy and August were still bickering outside of the room and Geralt rolled his eyes, pushing up and going to the door, unlocking it and swinging it open.
“How in the hell did you--” Sy started.
“Scaled the outside wall.” He said with a shrug and moved aside, ushering them inside with a gesture.
"Love." Walter said as he looked at her and she gave a low whine, burying her face in between the pillows.
"Baby we can feel your pain." Sy said but she didn't respond in any of her limited options. His phone went off his pocket and he scowled, digging into his basketball shorts and pulling it out, putting it on speaker. "What, Mikey?"
"The hell did you do to her?!" He yelled and she picked her head up. "I can't feel her anymore!"
"Slow down, Mike." Sy said, "What do you mean you can't feel her anymore?"
"I want to talk to her right now!"
"She ain't built for speech right now, but you're on speaker." Sy said.
"Steph, I know you can't answer me but I--you were there and then you were gone. Felt like a sucker punch."
"When did it happen?" August asked.
"A couple hours ago, maybe? I waited to see if she would come back but she didn't."
"Right around the time that…"
"Yeah." August said with a sigh, "Mike, Stephanie is going through something right now. She's having some doubts and is over-thinking things."
"Doubts about what?!"
"How we feel about her." Walter said, "She posed the question to Sy and August of would we still love her if she wasn't a wolf."
"Of course we fucking would!" Mike exclaimed. "I mean, I would. I can't speak for you guys. I mean, fuck! Look at her! The moment Sy brought her into the house I knew she was it for me! Don't know how I formed a complete damn sentence! Shit. It wouldn't have mattered if she hadn't been infected and found Sy for help, or if we had come across her and Lewis camping. We would have gotten her away from him as soon as humanly fucking possible because he's a goddamn Feral and I would have tasted dirt from my jaw being on the goddamn ground." He stopped, giving a sigh. "Steph, I get it. I get the over-thinking. You know how many times I wondered why the hell you were bothering with me when you have them? Would you have even gone for me if I didn't meet you how I did? I get it. I do. But all it takes is you holding me and I realize it doesn't matter.
We can't change how we met, we can't change the circumstances of us all coming together. The how of it doesn't matter, just the outcome. I love you, Steph, and your wolf. Would I still love you if you hadn't been infected? Fuck yes! I didn't know you before this, but I get the feeling you've always been caring, and warm, and loving, but ready to throw hands if anyone hurt someone you cared about. You becoming a wolf just turned those traits up to eleven. You would have always been my Alpha, even if you couldn't shift. I love you, Stephanie." Her form twisted, her limbs reforming and the fur retreating and she covered her face with her hands, sobbing into them. "I can feel you again."
"You got through to her, Mikey." Sy said.
“I’m half tempted to have one of you guys come and get me, but I know I’ll see her tomorrow.” Mike said, “Don’t ever doubt that we love you, Steph.” They said their goodbyes and Sy hung up the phone, setting it down on the dresser. Walter slid onto the bed, pulling her against his chest and she clung to him, twisting her fingers in his shirt as she sobbed into him.
“I’ll stay with her tonight.” He said, pressing his lips to her forehead.
“Take care of her, Walt.” Sy said and he nodded. They approached the bed in turn, turning her face to them and kissing her, pouring every ounce of emotion they had for her into it. Once they were gone, the door closed behind them, Walter pushed his fingers through her hair, tilting her face up to him. She still hiccupped slightly, but the tears had stopped and he pressed his lips to hers, parting them gently as his hand traced down her bare back, pulling her closer.
“Walter.” She sighed as he pulled away and he rolled them so he was over her, his legs tangled with hers as he kissed her again, parting only so long as to pull his shirt over his head before taking her lips again.
“My Mate.” He whispered between kisses, ducking his head under her chin to mouth along her throat. “My beautiful, wonderful, amazing Mate.” Parting her legs with a knee, he reached between them, pushing his sleep pants down and taking himself in his hand. His eyes locked to hers as he ran himself over her a couple times before aligning them. Her breath hitched and a low moan left his lips as he sank into her. “Fuck.”
“I love you.” She whimpered and he kissed her, starting a slow and steady pace that made a shiver race down his spine. Her hands held either side of his jaw as his fingers curled into the bed, their breathing passing between them in pants and heavy moans. He didn't rush it, taking his time with her, going still at moments to just bask in the feel of her wrapped around him until she urged him to move again. Her hips tilted up to meet him as she crested over her release and his eyes rolled back behind his lids as a short groan left his lips at the feeling. He stayed hard inside her even as his own release ripped through him and it didn't take long before he started moving again, never wanting to stop feeling her sliding over him and gripping him so tight.
"My Mate." He panted, feeling the beads of sweat roll down his back as he continued rocking into her. "I love you."
"Walter, I--fuck." Her eyes closed, tears leaking from the corners and he kissed them away. "I love you so much. I love how you feel inside me. I'm yours, my Mate."
"Fuck." He groaned, resisting the urge to go faster. She pulled him down, sobbing against his lips as he kept his slow and steady pace and it wasn't long before she came again, her hands curling around his hips, nails digging into his skin. The feel of it brought him for the second time and he gave a choked shout as it ran through him stronger than the first.
"Please." She begged, chanting the word as she clung to him and he gathered her in his arms, pressing his hand against her tailbone as he started rocking into her faster, her legs curling around his thighs. "Don't stop. Fuck, I love you. Please don't stop." Fire burned up his spine and his eyes closed tight, starting to grunt against her skin as he buried his face in her neck. Claws pricked at his back hard enough to where he knew she left marks on him and he rolled over so she was above him, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up into her. Her claws tore at the sheets and she sat up, her hands pressed to his stomach as she started to move with him, rocking her hips against him as he vanished into her in waves. Looking between them, he watched as they were joined again and again.
"Fuck." He gasped, his head falling back to the pillows. He took her hands in his, entwining their fingers palm to palm, giving her something to hold onto and push against as they moved against each other.
"I'm gonna--" She came for a third time with a shout, pressing down so they were joined fully as she convulsed around him, her hands clenching in his. His eyes went wide and his mouth fell open in a silent shout as he joined her again, stars dancing in his sight.
They stayed still for a long while, still intimately locked together, their fingers entwined. The bedroom door swung open and Sy leaned in the doorway before going over to the bed and sliding his hand over her stomach, capturing her lips in a kiss when she looked up at him.
"You're a mess, baby." He mumbled against her lips. "Walt took good care of you, did his job well." His lips pressed to her jaw, tasting the sweat on her skin. "I'm gonna take her to get cleaned up. Unless you have any objections?" Walter could only shake his head, unable to form words. Sy picked her up, looping his arm under her knees and she whimpered as Walter slipped from her, feeling his spend start to leak from between her legs. He carried her from the room and into the bathroom, sitting her down on the sink as he got undressed before starting the shower, picking her up again and carrying her under the spray.
Her legs were weak and unsteady as he set her down, but he supported her with an arm around her waist as he set about washing her hair, his fingers moving gently over her scalp and through the strands. Her body was next and he washed her with equally gentle movements, her fingers curling against his biceps as he washed between her legs.
"You don't know how beautiful you are, baby." He whispered, "How much I--we--love you."
"Markus." She whimpered and he groaned against her.
"Fuck, baby." He said, "I know Walt just melted your brain, but I--"
"Please." She said, looking up at him with a nod and he held the side of her jaw, stooping at the shoulders to kiss her as he turned them, pressing her against the wall of the shower. Lifting her, she wrapped her legs around his waist and clung to him as he reached between them. She whimpered, her eyes closing tight as he pushed into her, still overly sensitive from her time with Walter. He started moving almost immediately with a steady rock of his hips.
"Love you so fuckin' much." He panted against her. Water flowed over them from the showerhead and he pressed his forehead to hers, looking into her eyes. He kissed her, holding the side of her jaw as his lips moved over hers and she held onto him tightly, holding the back of his head with her arms resting on his shoulders, nails moving through the heavy stubble covering his scalp. "Think you can come for me, baby? Just once, that's all I want. I just want to feel you come apart for me once."
"Don't stop." She whimpered and he nodded, panting against her lips as he kissed her again.
"That's it, baby, you're doin' so good." He whispered, "That's my good girl."
"You're so big, Alpha." She whimpered, starting to move with him, and he groaned again, his jaw clenching.
"Shit, doll, you don't know what you do to me." He said, "You take me so perfectly, baby, feel so fuckin' good around me. That's right, baby, just like that, you keep movin' against me just like that. That's it, sugar." She started to clench around him, her eyes closing tight. "Open your eyes for me, I wanna see you. C'mon baby, open your eyes." Her eyes opened again and he looked into them, pressing his forehead tight against hers as he held the back of her neck. "That's it, just a little further, baby. You're doin' so good, takin' me so well." He kissed her just as she came, holding her tight as she shook in his arms, his heart pounding in his chest as she clenched and quivered around him.
His breath was heavy in her ear and it didn’t take long for him to reach his own release with a groan, twitching inside her, warmth settling in her lower stomach.
"I swear to god, if Geralt or August try anything when we leave this bathroom, I'm neutering them." She said and he gave a weak chuckle, pressing his lips to her temple.
"Fuck." He sighed, looping an arm around her waist as her feet dropped to the floor, a small noise leaving her lips as he pulled from her. Sy was still hard, but then sex with them was usually an all night (or day) affair. Must be a wolf thing as Mike was the same way. Jordan hadn't been, oddly enough, but she wasn't going to mull over why that might have been. Not only were her neurons not firing on all cylinders right now, but if she thought about the times she had sex with Jordan, she was likely to get ill.
Sy helped her wash again before turning off the shower and drying her off quickly with a towel, wrapping it around her and one around his hips before picking her up again and carrying her from the bathroom and back to the bedroom. Walter was still there, dressed again, clean sheets on the bed with the dirty ones stuffed into the laundry basket. He laid her down before climbing on the bed behind her, looping an arm around her waist and pulling her back against his chest as Walter laid on his side, wrapping his fingers around her hand resting between them.
"Get some rest, doll." Sy whispered in her ear, "Gonna need your strength."
"I'm going to have to call out of work tomorrow, aren't I." She made it a statement, not a question, and both men chuckled in a way that made her thighs clench together.
"Probably." Walter said.
"Get a couple hours rest and I'll fuck you while Walt touches you. Would you like that?" Sy asked and she bit down on her lower lip.
"I think she wants that now." Walter said, his thumb moving over her lip pulling it from between her teeth. He moved the pad back and forth over her lip before dipping it into her mouth, his breath catching as her lips sealed around it and she sucked on it gently.
"Sleep first, baby girl." Sy said, nuzzling into the back of her neck, but the hard ridge of him was pressed against her and he moved his hips a little, his arm squeezing around her waist. "Then we'll satisfy our Alpha."
#henry cavill#captain syverson#walter marshall#august walker#geralt of rivia#hellraiser mike#feral instincts
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Sy and Saoirse. Chapter 10
Summary: Sy and Saoirse figure their way through their relationship, before, during and after Sy is deployed.
Disclaimer: This is the first story I have ever written and published. Captain Syverson is not my own. Saoirse is, I don’t intend to offend anyone or anyone's culture with my story, if you feel that this content belongs to you or anyone else, please let me know and I will delete it. This is purely fiction and not an actual representation of things!
TW: This story contains: violence, attempted SA, PTSD, strong language and mature scenes, please proceed cautiously, you’d been advised. If there’s something I missed, please let me know
AN: I’m open to any suggestions and advice, I don’t know where the story is going yet, but if you want to help me write it, or better it!Please let me know!
TW for his chapter: PTSD, Anxiety, war flashbacks. etc
Ringing, he felt his head pounding inside the water, bomb explodings, and yelling, all he could see were dead bodies sinking under him. Ringing, more ringing. louder ringing.
Sy pulled his head from the water bowl he made on the bathroom sink taking a big gulp of air, chest raising up and down. An alarm ringing coming from the restroom, brought him back to the present moment, and he looked at himself in the mirror for what felt ages. He knew Saorise would wake up soon and go looking for him, but he couldn't move.
“Sy” he heard her sweet voice call out for him
“In here baby,” he couldn't recognize his own voice. Opening the door she saw him standing there, a confused look in her eyes catching his gaze in the mirror.
“I-is everything alright?” “yeah i just-” he pressed his hands to his eyes and shook his head quickly as to get out of the state, she frowned at this, standing behind him wrapping her arms around his waist and kissing behind his shoulder blades. He melted at this.
“You know you can talk to me” turning to face her, he wrapped his arms around her waist pulling her closer, and kissing her.
“Tell you what, why don't you and I go on a date day today” she lights up at this “What do you mean a date day?” she laughed “It means I get to take you to eat, and to walk around the city, and treat you to whatever you’d like, all day, no questions asked” “Sy, you don't have to do that”. she laughed, the mood in the room suddenly shifting to something more cheerful.
“Heyy, I want to!, plus I have to make up for lost time, don't I” his hands traveled south to grab her booty, and she pushed jokingly on the shoulder.
Quickly after making love one more time, they both got ready for this so called day date, they went to a fancy restaurant to have lunch, and talked about everything and anything. Sy’s mood was shifting every odd time, and this was concerning Saoirse, she could feel something was on his mind, and as much as Sy was trying to hide it. He knew all this happiness was not going to last for long.
He’s gotten the card this morning, and while he watched her in the distance while they were in line to get fair tickets, she offered to pay them cuz she said he’d already spent too much on her, he was having none of it, but he let her have her moment, while pondering how he was going to break the news to her.
After winning what seemed to be the biggest hippopotamus plushie and every other random shit, he was carrying all this in one arm , while his other was wrapped around her shoulders.
“Shit Sy!!, how come you’re so good at all this!” she exclaimed, thinking nothing of it. he laughed
“We train with blindfolds in the military, Sweets” he laughed. “Sweets” she thought, he made up a new nickname for her every other minute, and she loved it.
“Oh!” she said, realizing the meaning behind what he just said. “Is that,...is that a problem?” He stopped walking to look at her.
“No, it's…I just never really thought about what you go through when you’re in there, I never really have thought about it, not even with my brothers…”
“It sounds worse than it really is, baby-” He lied.
“No, Sy, it's okay we don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, I was just-” He sighed, he knew it was now or never.
“We need to talk, Sweets”.
When he was about to confess, the fireworks started and he kissed her. stalling, he thought this moment was just too precious for him to ruin it, he continued to kiss her and ended watching the fireworks show. When they finally got home, she was too tired to even wait for him. He knew she was mad at him,
“I'm going to take a shower first”. he just nodded, not even bothering to suggest they share it, instead he just went to his drawer and took the dreaded paper out.
She got out of the shower without a word and started to look for her pajamas, he cleared his throat, she faced him confused, looking at what he was holding.
“I have to go back, sweets”.
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Once TLJ is done dictating his letter to the author, he turns back to SY and is like “so, are you and my son having sex yet?” SY: EXCUSE ME?!! TLJ: oh, I’m sorry. Let me rephrase that. Are you and my son fuck- SY: STOP. At some point, when SY is less overwhelmed, he’s going to put things together and realise that despite being out for 3 years, TLJ has never once contacted Binghe. This means that SY is going to yell at TLJ for being a shitty father and does he know how much child support he owes?
anon this is 👌👌👌💯💯💯 I LOVE IT
SY going on a rant at TLJ's shitting parenting and almost convincing the mafia off of letting him go so he can go confort Binghe bc SOMEONE has to give this child the love and support he deserves, unlike SOME PEOPLE.
ZZL is meditating about pulling out his sad backstory and see what happens.
In the middle of SY's rant, TLJ gets the most painful sense of deja vu.
@mitchievousness
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things i remember (some arent fandub just 'i woke up one day and this is vaguely what i recall')
- me and tails used to like drink soda and id shoot cans and stuff with a shitty pellet gun that I STILL HAVE. IN HEADSPACE. BUT I THINK IT GOT TAKEN AND I JUST GOT A FUCKING NERF GUN NOW. TAILS IS MTBEST FUCKGIGN FRIEND ALWAYS HASBEEN ALWAYS WILL BE. (love talking to our friend sys' tails HES SO SWEET)
- That One Scene With Shadow tm. (i get yelled at if i bring this up)
- the island fucking exploding. but like only a bit.
- moon pissing scene but only a little, it was REALLY weird watching that back HWHAHAHAHA
- talking with rouge over the phone, she was SO NICE and I LOVE HER SO SO COOL
- amy being creepy/stalking me but only vaguely, like not much about this just an afterthought. i dont remember much shit about her.
AND THATS LIKE. IT. THATS THE EXTENT OF WHAT I REMEMBER, this + the fact im prooobbbbb a mix of fandub and like... probably classic????? since im short and lighter blue, like small fluffy guy apparently BUT WHATEVER.
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