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Roommates from Hell, pt.6 (Toji x Fem!Reader)

Chapter 6: A Tale of Two Sisters

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A/N: This chapter required my blood, sweat, and tears to finish.

There was a passage in one of your old school books—the ones sprinkled with little pink hearts that contained the initials of your history teacher even in books outside his field of teaching, and simultaneously, the ones Toji finished skimming over a week ago—that talks about the loudest sounds recorded in the world.

To this day, the record is held by the volcanic eruption on the Indonesian Island of Krakatoa, clocking in at an estimated 310 decibels, followed by the sperm whale’s call, which registers at 230 decibels, and then the Tsar Bomb, ranking third with an incredible 224 decibels.

None of these facts left him particularly impressed, and they were sure to vanish from his memory in the days ahead, but in the moment of his rude awakening, that junk tidbit of knowledge was all that kept the small 150-decibel sound wave confined in his handgun’s barrel. Because the so-called scientist who jotted down that crappy passage hadn’t borne witness to the catastrophic knocking that threatened to demolish the apartment’s four walls with its tenants inside at 9:32 in the morning.

The honor was all his, and maybe yours too, although your head remained comfortably tucked in the crevice of his elbow, oblivious to the torture he endured alone.

Whoever was banging away at the door was going to pay.

Pressing down on your forehead with a flat palm, Toji attempted to detach you from his body—

—except it ended with your arms adhering to his torso and your face sweetly rubbing into his neck, hogging him as if he were some sort of gigantic teddy bear that would cruelly be taken away from you. His name was at the tip of your tongue—liquid honey in his ears. He’d take it over any other sound in the world, amplify and draw it out in all tones and pitches until he forgot his name was ever spoken by another.

He made up his mind. Whoever was banging away at the door was going to die.

Gently pulling your body into his, he switched your places on the sofa and angled your head against the armrest. You almost got your clutches on him a second time, but he shook your bandaged paws off his pants before you had the chance to drag him down.

This would be quick. One bullet to the head, one body bag over the corpse, and one visit to the car’s trunk. If anyone asked, he was loading clothes to drop off at Goodwill later—no one would ask. Everyone was terrified of approaching him within a five-meter radius.

Tripping over his slippers, he kicked at them until his toes fell in place and rushed to the door with a glare capable of disintegrating metal. He didn’t mean business with the whole impromptu assassination plot, but he was dead serious about returning to you as quickly as possible. And if you were awake, then—

“We don’t give a shit about your shitty movement, got no cash for your stupid ass cult, and ya can take whatever piece of crap you’re sellin’ and shove it up your—oh.”

As soon as the door flung open, the words stagnated in his mouth, leaving Toji in the awkward position of welcoming your guest with the most unwelcoming scowl plastered on his face. Not to mention that he was still naked from the waist up and carried the scraps of morning wood in his sweatpants—courtesy of yours truly.

“It’s you,” he grumbled, cocking his head against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest.

“Long time no see,” the woman—perhaps the only woman in the whole wide world to wear a crochet dress over denim jeans—greeted him with a warm smile that stretched to her ears over the final syllables of the words “little brother.”

Toji remembered the first time he met that woman as if it were yesterday that the three of you—four, if the little human swimming in her belly counts—sat down on the top floor of a private dining sushi place in Akasaka. Folded screens, tatami mats, and legless chairs, with a view of pruned cedar trees. The real deal.

He’d granted his own invitation the day before when he snatched the small rectangular paper you were fumbling with all morning, weary eyelids hanging low and chin propped atop the mop stick’s handle, minding neither the commotion of hungry customers nor the 77th consecutive stroke over the exact same three spotless tiles.

You were an excellent cook but a lousy waitress. Forgetful, clumsy and hopelessly unaware of your surroundings.

In a flash, the business card changed hands, and he was reading its contents aloud.

“Ueno Hinata, Associate Fashion Designer at Shodi Apparel—what’s that?”

“Hey!” You snapped awake from your daydreaming, yet not in time to prevent the mop from dropping . “It’s none of your business!”

“Hmm?” Toji trapped the mop under his heel. “Ya taking 30 minutes to serve my damn fries is very much my business. Theirs, too.” He gestured toward the rest of the tables. “Quit mopin’ around.”

He booted the mop back into your grasp and returned to his seat, watching you gather the cleaning tools and bolt to the kitchen.

Your candid apologies did nothing to placate the crowd. Not a single “thank you” or “you can keep the change” for your effort to appease each of their outrageous requests. They treated you worse than they’d treat a roach scurrying between their tubby feet—stomp and shoo it away.

You didn’t deserve this.

Tearing his eyes away from the spectacle, he remained slapping the card in his palm. You were right. This was none of his business.

Eventually, you showed up at his table with the usual tray in one hand, and your balled up apron on the other. Your shift was over—or it would be in ten minutes after the other part-timer showed up.

You decorated the booth with the apron, and he scooted over for you to plop down beside him, noticing the dark skin patches below your eyes.

“Can I have it back now?”

Even with your pouty lips and scrunchy nose, Toji wasn’t compelled to give up on his loot. He slipped the card in the middle, only to retract his hand the second yours moved forward. You snarled at him and grabbed onto his tray, but again, he was faster.

“And what would it be?” He rephrased his previous question, witnessing you gradually shrivel into yourself like an overcooked shrimp.

“It’s… my sister.” You bit your lip into a sigh. “I have a sister.”

This wasn’t what he anticipated.

“Didn’t your folks kick the bucket?”

One beat you were nodding your head and shaking it the next, your fingers massaging the pulled roots of your ponytail. “I don’t even know, okay? I don’t know how this woman found me, how she knows my name and dad’s—I don’t know shit about any of this. She popped by my house last night, introduced herself, and said that I should give her a call if I wanna learn more about our family.”

His teeth clenched around his fry, breaking it into two uneven pieces that his tongue forced down his throat. Something about others knowing where you lived and imaginary sisters sprouting out of nowhere to pay house calls left him deeply uncomfortable. He knew that bunch. He’d gone around a lot more than you to acquaint himself with all kinds of shifty con artists that posed as distant relatives and inserted themselves into people’s lives just to rob them of their few meager possessions.

Hell, someone could say the same thing about him and he wouldn’t refute it, but it was better the devil you knew than the devil you didn’t.

Toji was about to tear the card into shreds when suddenly, he halted. Since when did he start mingling with others’ lives? Since when did he start caring whether the naive little girl he spent the last two years fooling around with was found conned or gutted, for that matter?

Unwilling to answer either, he pulled back. “So what are you gonna do? Want me to track her down?”

“I think I’ll give her a call.” You traced the name on the card, first with your eyes and then with your forefinger. “She didn’t seem like a bad person.”

You wouldn’t recognize a bad person if the word “bad” was tattooed on their forehead.

“Then what?”

“Then—I should meet her, right? That’s what she wanted.”

His mental groan was so loud that he hoped you sensed his frustration without him putting it into words. You didn’t. Your clueless ass skipped straight to the landline behind the counter, leaving him with little choice but to take matters into his own hands.

And that was pretty much how he ended up ordering himself the priciest sashimi platters off the menu, filling the table to the brim with bluefin tuna cuts whose notability he’d already forgotten. Marbled, fatty, tendon-full—it didn’t matter, as long as they cost your host a fortune.

Fashion designers were loaded. If the woman with the wacky glasses at the other side of the table was who she claimed to be, then she’d better prove it.

At least the sushi had nothing to prove. The ass cheek, or back cheek, whatever it was called, melted on his tongue like candy, and for the first time in his life, he moaned from something that wasn’t wrapped around his dick.

“I’m so sorry for his behavior, Miss Ueno.” You willed your head in a small bow, nudging Toji in the ribs to do the same.

He wrote you off, pinching about four pieces between his chopsticks, all the while entertaining the idea of seducing the pregnant woman in front of him. He was wasting his time with you. This was his chance at a good life.

“Don’t worry about it! I invited you to this place ‘cause the food’s crazy good, and little guy,” a swollen hand rubbed her equally swollen belly bump, “craved yellowtail for lunch. Eat as muuuuch as you want!”

“When are you due?” Toji asked through a full mouth.

Hinata counted the weeks on her fingers. “Today marks the—uh, 37th week, so he should be here soon. I’m registered for the 28th this month.”

With the way her belly bulged under her teal wrap dress, it’d be a wonder if she didn’t go into contractions right on top of the halibut, pleading with the chef to sever the umbilical cord with his kitchen knife while the kitchen staff played nurse.

“Have you decided on a name?”

His question overlapped with yours. “What about your man?”

“We are thinking ‘Kenzo’, after Takada Kenzo. My husband’s also in the industry, but he’s a numbers guy.” She picked up the teapot and gave your cups a refill, much to your insistence to serve instead. “Who knows, maybe next time I can get him to leave his books and tag along. I’m sure he’d love to meet you!”

“How much do ya make?”

“Toji!” You protested.

However, she didn’t seem to mind. “Enough to treat the both of you to dessert later.” She winked at you. “So eat up!”

You lowered your head and drove a blood-red slice into your mouth, swallowing too hard for the bite’s size. Before you could pick another, Toji dumped an assortment of his favorite cuts on your plate, urging you to try those next. Your eyes crinkled in appreciation that trickled down your lips, pink and tender and delicious as they tempted him to rekindle their taste.

“Not to be rude, but…” Hinata snipped his smile while at the primitive stage of being sewn. “I don’t remember inviting Pretty Boy over here.” She chuckled awkwardly. “Who are you?”

Toji would be the easy answer. The mindless answer. A cursed name that clung to his opponents’ final vitriolic-laced breaths and a blessed name for the heathens who chanted it as if it were gospel—he doubted that response would cut it. Not when her goal was to determine what he was to you specifically.

A hitchhiking pest embedded in your back; one who sowed your work benefits—unshakable in its nature. A watchdog that nudged you back to your feet whenever you found solace in the dirt. A potential downfall in how he could barely contain himself around you anymore, scheming dozens, if not thousands, of meaningless plans to get you in his bed—plans he always chickened out of.

He refused to recognize that, over the years, he’d become a shoulder for you to lean on. That he was any good as an influence, a friend, or that other laughable something. And so he spat out the one term that was tried-and-tested and could only be perfected through continuous failure.

“Family.” Toji grinned once he noticed you had no intention of correcting him. “So better get talking.” He cleansed his palate with a handful of pickled ginger. “Whatever ya tell ‘er will wind up in my ears, anyway.”

“Oh?” Hinata quirked a brow. “Is this what I think it is? In that case, don’t hesitate to call me sister, too.”

“Not happening.”

“Shame.” She frowned. “I’ve always dreamt of having a kid brother to spoil rotten, but if you insist, then I guess that means more for—”

“Let’s not jump to conclusions, sis.” Toji flashed an earnest smile.

“You don’t have to do this.” You glared at him and glanced at her. Meekly. “Paying for our meal is already too kind.”

The woman took a sip from her Konacha and folded her hands on the table—her otherwise cheerful demeanor turning solemn in a heartbeat. “I know I don’t have to, but I want to. Whether it’s buying you and your boyfriend lunch, or giving you a little extra something to get by, I want to act like a big sister for once. I don’t expect you to start calling me sis from Day 1, but can’t you at least let me do that?”

“I—” You chewed on your lower lip, searching for answers between her intertwined fingers. “But he’s not my boyfriend…” you trailed off, a tinge of pink encompassing your voice.

She laughed through her nose. “Lover, then?”

The undigested fish in your stomach swam up your throat, ripping out a violent cough that Toji was quick to soothe with a heavy palm on your back. You flinched away, mustering a broken, uncertain “I’m fine”.

He rolled his eyes. “Workin’ on it.”

“Best of luck!” Hinata cupped her mouth so that only he could hear her whispering, “But not too much luck, don't make me into an aunt this early."

He’d previously failed to spot any similarities between you, but something about your alleged sister’s smile reminded him of yours. Not the phony front you put up at the diner, but the spontaneous grimace you broke into whenever you watched him lose at the simplest game of odds at the pachinko. Hers felt like hubris in comparison, and he almost pounced at her, ready to rip it out.

You’d worked damn hard for that smile.

Her glee waned as she dug through her oversized handbag and pulled out a binder so hefty that the table whimpered in anguish. “I think it’s time I explained why I called you here. Don’t want a certain someone losing his head!”

There was a moment of stillness while she sorted out her papers, during which his eyes were free to wander in your direction, catching you dissecting your flounder into hair-thin slices. If it were just you and him and the roles were reversed, you’d tell him off for playing with his food, but it wasn’t. They weren’t. He wasn’t. He’d pulled the trigger and had no idea how to mitigate the impact; he was merely capable of muffling the noise.

Toji wasn’t good with any of that emotional shit. The only memory in his thick skull of exercising comfort existed from his picking up a dying sparrow off the streets to cradle until its tiny head froze over his thumb. Never before had death felt heavier than the accumulation of speckled feathers weighing down his palm.

He contemplated doing the same for you—whisking your hand into his and holding it until the end of things—but contented himself with a scowl. This wasn’t kindness. It was pity. You’d rather be put out of your misery, and maybe that’s what the bird wanted too.

“Let’s get it over with.” His cheek sank into his fist.

For the next hour, Hinata droned on about the extramarital relationship between her mother and your father, backing up her claims with various pictures, letters, and all sorts of unfeigned documents.

The story itself was simple. A typical boy-meets-girl, featuring a chummy, albeit penniless, lad with big dreams and a proper girl from a proper home with a proper housekeeper and proper old money parents.

They fell in love over the summer he worked menial work at their estate and got into some unprotected handy panky below the sheets. The girl’s folks found out and threw him out, but it was too late. The bun was already in the oven, and the boy was off to meet his next dame.

He was virile enough to father another only three years after the first, and when business started booming, he found himself on top of the world. But he was just too darn hapless. His ill fortune caught up with him and everything he’d built came crashing down. He jumped from the wreckage to the next ship in line, unaware it’d be his last cruise.

An unpleasant story through and through, with loopholes and points that were smeared by whiteout. She said a nice woman dropped his belongings at her door—Toji bet his money she was from Welfare. She said she tracked you down through the many pictures he kept of you and your mother—he guessed it was a PI’s work and that there were none, or else the box would be delivered to your doorstep first.

She said your father passed away peacefully in a hospital bed—he supposed that was code for found behind the dumpsters of a local bar’s trashed alleyway.

Even without him voicing his suspicions, it was a lot to take in, and he was surprised you’d steeled yourself to sit through it all in absolute calm, not a single tear shed or sob heard. You were fully sober, and somehow that worried him more than a breakdown would.

By the time you made it out of the Minka-style building, the weather had taken a turn for the worse. Dark clouds gathered silently over the sky, white lapses growing plentiful among them. The flashes were distant enough not to alert him, for as long as he observed the exchange between you and your sister, who’d asked for a rain check for that dessert. Pregnant women tire themselves out too quickly.

Your courteous full-body bows were reduced to minor head tilts and small smiles that were easily returned. Of course they were. You were so lovable that anyone with a good set of eyes, let alone two of them, would embrace your credulous nature and simplistic, nearly child-like mindset with open arms. Your sister wasn’t immune to that either. In no time, she’d start calling you the apple of her eye, and the sentiment in her heart would soon match that of her words.

You would be loved.

“Are you sure you don’t want me driving you home?” Hinata asked once he’d turned his back on the saccharine sight. “It’s not a bother, really.”

It is a bother, Toji mused, stuffing his hands deep in the pockets of his windcheater. It was truly bothersome how she’d paid for the entire lunch with her card and how the bulky Range Rover responded to the key beeper in her hand; how she turned out to be a genuinely decent person who could offer you the stability you’ve always wanted—the stability he lacked.

But most of all, it was a goddamn pain in the neck that he couldn’t get over himself for one minute to congratulate you like a normal person would on your newly found family.

He could only focus on the fading image of you being driven away from the restaurant’s parking lot and away from his life, and he could only feel himself getting smaller and smaller until he was but a shit stain in your memory, one that the incoming downpour would wipe clean.

The engine’s purr turned distant as the car sped off in the opposite direction from where he was headed. His destination wasn’t clear. He’d once followed you because you had somewhere to go when he had no place to be, but as he dragged his feet to retrace every single path you’d crossed together, he hoped that the next U-turn would come with a new distraction. One that’d spin him round and round in a game of merry-go-round until either vertigo numbed his senses or your name spilled out of his guts.

A beam of light split the skies in half, cracking the silence of the gods with a spectacular roar. He pulled his hood over his head. If he broke into a jog now, he could make it out. But when his eyes lowered to the ground, a second pair of shoes flapped their way across the ripening puddles and into his field of view. No way.

“Are you competing for a medal or something?” An exasperated voice reached his covered ears. “Wait up!”

Undeterred, Toji accelerated his strides, slowing down only when his pursuer’s hands linked around his bicep. “Not my fault your midget feet can’t keep up.”

Instead of coming up with a witty remark that would spark a heated debate amidst the deluge, your lips parted into heartfelt laughter that shook him whole. Even your ears were smiling, and for a moment, he was left staring at you in utter awe. He knew for sure his joke wasn’t that funny, but that was about the first and last thing he was certain of.

“Are you that happy?” He asked the obvious.

“Of course I’m happy! I have a sister now, Toji. An older sister. My older sister.” You tested the different combinations.

“Why wouldn’t you be?” He murmured. “No reason to be unhappy when ya finally got yourself a real family. Loaded ass bitch.”

“What are you talking about?” You asked and he shook his head into a bitter “Nothing.”

Without warning, your head drooped over his shoulder, your eyelashes threaded with the same droplets of dew that gingerly laced your hair. A minute later, you’d come to resemble a wet dog, but that gave him an entire minute to process how cute you looked right now.

“She’s nice, isn’t she?” You hummed.

He shrugged, failing to meet your expectations without much effort. “Got a nice rack on her.”

“She’s my sister, you pig!”

You unlatched from Toji in disgust, only for him to sling his arm over your shoulders and unceremoniously shove your head into his chest. Your bottom lip stuck out, glossy from the rain. Just like a drenched pup, he smirked, bringing his fingers to part the dampened hair from your eyes.

“So what kept ya from goin’ home with that precious sister of yours?” Toji flicked your forehead gently. “Didn’t want me losing my way, or something?”

“Not everything is about you.” You said in a stubborn tone. “I just happen to enjoy a good rainfall.”

“A good rainfall.” He sneered. “Sure.”

“What?”

“Nothing.” He wished that the water would wash the red tint on his cheeks away. “Said I like the rain too, stupid.”

The world came to a standstill, or rather his brain did, because he’d stopped thinking rationally. All the data he perceived—such as the sneeze you suppressed by pulling your upper lip over your teeth, the way you sneakily lowered the zipper of his jacket to stick your hands in, or even the mere fact of your presence and existence, both blessings on their own—fed straight into his chest, coaxing the appropriate response.

His destination was long reached.

“Let’s date. You and me.”

“Don’t you think we should call someone? It’s been hours.”

“Like who? The Grim Reaper?”

“Is Auntie dead?”

The urgency in your adorable nephew’s voice overpowered that of Hinata’s mild concern and Toji’s indifference, both further away from where you lay lifeless on the sofa. Well, not as lifeless as Toji wanted you to be, but convincing enough for them to be having this conversation and for a pair of hands to go digging for sand in the corners of your shut eyelids.

You had no idea why the two of them were there or how much time had passed since you nodded off in Toji’s arms. Everything was a blur, and if it weren’t for their voices, you wouldn’t be inclined to wake up until the next century.

Maybe playing dead for a while won’t hurt.

“Hmm?” Toji already sounded significantly closer. The light thuds from his slippers halted once he was standing before you. “Let’s find out. Gimme that.”

You felt a shift of weight on the sofa and realized that must’ve been Kenzo. Then a soft pop fired near your ear, and you were tempted to peer your eyes open, but you didn’t. You decided to save your questions for later and concentrated on your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale—was that rubbing alcohol?

The scent grew stronger as the unmistakable tip of a brush tickled your skin in two symmetrical strokes that curled near your cheeks and finished at the ridges below your nose.

That’s it. You were going to murder him.

Denying Toji the opportunity to give you a matching goatee and sideburns, you raised your hands over your face. The marker blotched a dot of black ink where it pressed against your bandaged palm and he was forced to put it away.

“See?” Toji inched closer with a shit eating grin on his lips. “Fine and dandy.”

“Auntie!” Kenzo slipped between you and threw his arms over your neck. “You look like Gold Roger!”

You patted the child’s back, your eyes trailing behind Toji as he bent over the coffee table to drop the sharpie, the entire table an atelier for Kenzo’s art supplies. Colored papers were splayed beneath the mayhem: drawings of animals, triangular mountains, his oversimplified condo, and people whose faces you barely told apart, assuming the frizzy-haired woman was Hinata, the beanpole in the rectangular suit his father, and that the two severed heads with incomplete bodies belonged to you and Toji.

How grotesque.

“How are you, sweetie?” You planted a kiss on Kenzo’s cheek that he wiped with the back of his hand, claiming he was too old to be treated like a baby.

“Are you, now?” You ruffled his hair and attacked his neck with more sloppy kisses that he failed to protect himself against. “Got a long way ahead till you can call yourself big, little man.”

You wouldn’t call yourself a fan of children, but Kenzo was an exception. He was nothing like the kids at the diner. He didn’t eat with his nose or sleeves. He was bright, diligent, and focused. He’d gotten the first prize at his school’s science fair at the age of seven and declared his interest in becoming an astronomer at five.

He still jumped around when excited, sang along to the lyrics of his beloved anime openings, and had an incurable sweet tooth like the rest of his peers, but he was manageable. He was a good kid—

“But I want to be big, like Uncle Toji!”

—that had taken an extreme liking to Toji.

“Honey, you’ll even outgrow Uncle Toji at this rate.” Hinata interrupted, crossing over to your side.

She pulled her son off you and twirled him in the air before setting him on the floor. He made a beeline for Toji, who was dusting the corner of the bookshelf with his forefinger, maintaining his bored stance even while he was being shown something “exceptionally cool” on Kenzo’s Game Boy.

The two looked nothing alike, which should’ve been obvious considering they weren’t blood-related, but watching them side by side, you entertained a curious idea. An idea much younger, far whinier, and twice as lovable as the current version of Toji, with maybe just a little bit of you poured within.

Hinata’s fingers dispelled that thought as they snapped in front of your eyes. “Are you okay?” She asked in a low voice, her hand soothingly rubbing your shoulder. “Toji told me what happened.”

You didn’t want to imagine how he could have possibly justified you being tied up like a rotisserie chicken and knocked out on the sofa long enough to witness the sunrise and miss the sundown.

“Can you help me get that shit off my face first?”

“Are you sure you don’t want to keep it?” Hinata asked right as the cotton swab came poking at your cheek, soaked in that horrible fluid you’d only recently grown to distaste.

Ever since you were brought out of the hospital in a baby carrier, you never set foot in that place again. You hoped to keep it that way and to keep rubbing alcohol away from your nostrils for the rest of the decade.

“Mustache is making a comeback.” Your sister reasoned, but her quip was lost on you.

She pulled your skin taut and scrubbed so hard that you thought a piece of your cheek would come off. For someone who spent her weekdays drawing mannequins and her weekends doing “social drinking”, she was freakishly strong.

Torn between staring at either her face or hands, your attention fell to her fingers—spotless and polished with a finely touched French manicure that contrasted her mismatched appearance. Artists were weird. You knew she owned million-yen Chanel handbags, and yet she dressed like a hot mess outside of work.

Not as if you had the right to talk when you bought all your underwear in bulk.

“What are you smiling for? Something good happened?”

You really ought to exercise better control over your reactions.

“Just admiring your nails. They are pretty.”

“Mm, yeah?” She bit the bottle cap between her teeth while pouring some more rubbing alcohol on a fresh cotton swab, flicking the old one to the bin under the sink. “Could give you her number. She does wonders.”

You almost laughed in her face. “Last month I did laundry with dish soap ‘cause we didn’t save for detergent. You think I have the cash to burn on manis?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” She rubbed again. “My little sister is a repressed eighty-year-old man.”

“That’d make you at least eighty-three, so I’m glad.” You deadpanned.

“What a bunch of geezers we’ve become.” She finished up by dabbing a wet towel over your lips. The excessive friction brought your face to a boiling point that no depilatory cream or wax tape could possibly achieve.

Just when you thought your torture was over and got up from the closed toilet lid where you were seated, your cheeks were forcefully seized and squeezed into resembling a pufferfish. “Not so fast, Missy! We aren’t leaving until you fess up.”

“Fess up what?” You managed through puckered lips.

“Don’t what me now.” Your face deflated as she took a step back, slyly blocking your only escape. Damn it. “How long has this been going on?”

Before the interrogation could progress, you turned on the faucet and let the water run to obscure your voices. You could go a day without showering

“About four months.” An immediate gasp. “He needed a place to stay, and I provided—that’s all there is to it.”

“Four months?” She covered her mouth for dramatic flair. “You didn’t think of telling me you two were living together for four months straight?”

“I—we both got busy, okay?”

Her eyebrows wiggled suggestively as her voice gained a sultry intonation. “Busy?”

“Not like that, you Perv!”

Sometimes you couldn’t help but wonder why it was you that Toji went around with instead of her, before remembering she was already married with another man's child in her guts when the two met—not as if that’d been a reason to stop him in the past.

“So what you’re trying to say is that you’ve been sleeping in the same space for months, using the same bathroom, eating at the same table, and nothing’s happened?”

She scrutinized the souring look on your face through squinting eyes. You could lie to her like you lied to him—or you could actually tell her and receive some actual advice from someone whose dating experience didn’t come from three miserable college hookups and an overused vibrator.

She’d nearly lost all hope when your gaze lowered to the floor. “Something isn’t nothing, right?”

“You did it?!” Your sister yelled so loudly that you mildly considered shoving the sink’s plug in her mouth. You went for the more hygienic option instead.

“Keep it down!” She zeroed in on the hand prodding out of your ridiculously long sleeve, following it down to Toji’s shirt which seemed disproportionate on your body. A good fit for him, but a glorified mini dress for your shorter, muscle-free physique.

You filled her in on last night’s incident, skipping over the part where you got jumped by a cursed spirit (that’d apparently turned into a finger-eating car door in Toji’s explanation) and mincing your words when it came down to how you ended up sharing a sofa with him.

In return, she went over each and every vowel known to man, her reactions akin to those of an impressionable child being told tales of malevolent yokai.

“So…was there tongue involved?” Hinata grinned.

“How’s that important?”

“Stay married for 12 years, and you’ll see for yourself. Your heart will race even at afternoon dramas. Do you know when was the last time Takuma bought me flowers? Or took me on a date without the kids. Or—”

“I thought we were dealing with my problems.” You cut her spiel short.

“Right, right.” She took hold of both your hands and spoke in an authoritative tone that all but convinced you of her non-existent credibility. “Here’s what will happen. You’re gonna go out there and you’re going to kiss him again. Plain and simple.”

“Kenzo is also outside!”

“I’ll cover his eyes, it’s fine.”

“No, it’s not!”

Your sweaty palms were heating up in their encasement of flesh and bandage like taiyaki. This was a mistake. You were better off seeking advice from Toji himself than from your scatterbrained sister, who thought everything was doable and achievable so long as you put your mind to it.

She didn’t know half of it. She only knew the Toji that was effortlessly charming and made everyone laugh with his cynical admissions and crude punch lines. She didn’t know of the Toji that flipped through women as if they were pages of a magazine that he left dog-eared—never to be smooth again. Toji the hitman, who gambled his every penny away, and whose body count didn’t matter nearly as much as his clothes turning up with lip stick stains around the hem did—

How many times have you gone through the same rows of adjectives and accusations to excuse your own shortcomings?

“Y/N. Do you know what the meaning of life is?” You shook your head, distrusting what might come out of your mouth. “The meaning of life is… I don’t know either.”

“Kinda anticlimactic, don’t you think?”

Your sister smiled. “I wouldn’t be here if I knew. I’d have a big statue sculpted in my honor, or a university named after me. Maybe a planet, too.”

“You sure think big…”

“I might not know that,” she continued, “but I do know what being alive means. It means living—it means indulging yourself in an overpriced manicure once in a while or buying a dress that you know you aren’t going to wear. It means making stupid decisions and hitting your head on the wall afterward. It means laughing at yourself when you should be crying, and it means loving—hard, with your entire being. If you insist on calculating the consequences of everything and deny yourself those simple freedoms, then that’s not living; that’s surviving. You understand what I’m trying to say?”

Live. You never considered that your mother’s final request would shackle you into doing the exact opposite, nor did you ever question your way of living. You always thought that as long as you stood still, you wouldn’t be lost; that as long as you floated, you’d never sink. But it was only then you realized stability meant decay.

Hinata let your hands drop and turned off the faucet, stepping away from the door. You were free to go, yet you were anchored in place.

“One last thing. For what it’s worth, the look in Toji’s eyes is the same as Takuma’s when we first met. Men come in different flavors, but they all look stupidly cute when they’re in love. Do what you must. Live a little!”

"That’d be 980 yen."

Right after walking out of the bathroom, you discovered you’d not only slept through the majority of the day’s meals but that the fridge had been emptied out. You would have been more frugal with your race earnings had you known you’d be receiving guests, but then again, you didn’t foresee being attacked by a curse, nor did you count on Toji whipping up pickled plum Ochazuke for everyone either.

Granted, he went heavy on the salt, but eating something he’d prepared with his own two hands made up for the briny dashi and the salty tears running down your cheeks.

The four of you split evenly into groups of two: you and Hinata in the kitchen, while Toji kept company with Kenzo on the couch. Your sister ran her mouth off about her hotshot clientele—sighing whenever a local celebrity whose name you didn’t know came up—and went on about their participation in whatever rising idol group or promotion material you weren’t interested in knowing.

"Ma’am…?"

At the time, you were immersed in the fighting game Kenzo and Toji were hunched over. Every few fatalities, the console would change hands, and a new round of explicit slurs would be fired by the man capable of single-handedly mowing down armies but unable to take down an eight-year-old in a war of button-flicking.

They were too absorbed to catch you staring their way, playing your personal game of spot-the-difference between Toji’s various expressions. He looked the same as he did any other day. A little disinterested, somewhat vexed, and a great deal of livid while his fingers battered the screen in the futile hope of finishing that "whore-rrible Mileena".

They were still duking it out when you popped outside under the guise of getting ice cream, and you were still discrediting Hinata’s notion by holding up the entire queue at check-out with your wool-gathering.

"Ma’am, if you’re not gonna pay, please step aside so the next customer can—" The employee paused as a hand snatched the wallet from your grasp and paid off the bill in your stead. "Are you with her?"

You blinked at the crossing of your eyes, struggling to comprehend how a 25-minute distance was closed in less than 3 minutes, until you decided it was possible. It’s Toji. And you blinked again when he picked up the bags and dragged you by the arm out of the store.

You murmured a silent thank you that fell quiet behind the sound of plastic wrap unfolding in his hands as an impatient Toji stuck the first cone he grabbed into his mouth. He bit the chocolate coating off as if he were a snapping turtle and chewed at the frozen cream without letting it thaw first.

"Kids are the fucking worst." He spat, malice running sweetly from the corners of his lips. A small smile crept up yours. He was a bigger kid than the one he accused. "Using fans to fight like some pussy," he trailed off. "How the fuck are pussy fans stronger than harpoons?"

"You’d rather he beat your ass with a sword?" His death stare threatened to make you regret your very birth. "Okay. Guess not."

On the way home, his complaining grew in volume but lowered in pitch—a mosquito-like buzz that constantly lamented over the gaming industry and the corruption of youth. The gist was that inaccuracy in game design led to false expectations, and one day the kids who grew up playing those games would bring a knife to a gun fight and end up with their brains blasted. Global collapse was also thrown into the mix, but at that point, his train of thought had derailed too far to follow.

Toji was a sore loser and a sorer winner—the type to rub his minor achievements in others’ faces and use them as an excuse for rewards. However, he hadn’t said a word about last night’s incident. He didn’t ask for anything in return, and he didn’t wake you up to handle your family either. Even now that he was holding your bag for you, he acted as if that was something to be expected from him.

Toji didn’t win too often, and you didn’t have much in terms of a prize, but you’d started contemplating a premature surrender because victory suited him—because you wanted him to win.

"How’re ya feelin’?" His frustration dissipated enough for him to ask. "Your hands—they hurt?"

You instinctively glanced down. Maybe if the bandages hadn't cut your blood flow, you could’ve had an answer.

"Saw you spilling that water earlier." Toji went on, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. You chased his frown to his eyes. He was looking straight ahead, either at the stars or at the asphalt road—never at your face to see you faltering.

"Is that why you’re here? Because I spilled some water on the counter?" Your eyes glowed like discs of light, antagonizing the moon that waned above your heads.

"Well…yeah." He admitted, kicking at the pebbled ground right after. "Stop making things weird, weirdo."

The name was meant to be taken as an insult, but instead it moved you—both in the figurative and literal sense—as a rush of confidence pushed you in front of him. Thin eyebrows furrowed while he studied your stance, a slight curl forming near his scar when he realized you were still in his shirt, the hem tucked inside a pair of denim shorts.

You studied him back—the darkened eyes you couldn’t tear away from; the choppy strands that ran rampant down his ears, long overdue a cut; the chocolate smeared around his lips. You tried to see what Hinata saw, wondering whether the secret lay in the lenses of her glasses or in how her vision of him wasn’t laced with a decade’s worth of longing, until you saw it for yourself. A soft glow of tenderness that flickered like a candle in the dark, harmless on its own yet keen on escalating into wildfire.

"You care about me." The knot in your throat came undone. "You actually care about me."

Toji scoffed. "You say that as if it’s some grand discovery."

"And you liked it, didn’t you?" Your cheeks burned scarlet under the pale moonlight.

"The kiss. You… liked it."

He cocked his head to the left. "What kinda backward confession is this?"

"I want to talk about what happened last night."

A groan came out before he cruised by, his chin jotting out as he did. "Save it. If you’re gonna start moanin’ and naggin’ it was all a mistake, I don’t wanna hear shit."

"What if it wasn’t?"

He froze in his tracks, the plastic wrapping that was clenched in his fist slowly cascading to the street—as slowly as you turned around, resuming your previous positions a step ahead.

Cautious thoughts swarmed up in your brain, each tiny voice screaming for a chance to be heard only to be muffled by the three words you chanted like a mantra. Live a little. Again and again. Live a little, and then a little more. Live a little until all the littles gather and turn into a lots—until you are compensated for every a little you let slip away.

Live.

Your palms acted before your feet, framing his cheeks in position for you to place a chaste kiss on his lips, the suspicion of cream pulling you back in for another.

"We should do this more often." You suggested with a demure smile. The scene was almost comedic due to his stupefied expression being sandwiched between your bandaged palms. Stupidly cute, indeed.

His answer came in the form of his mouth colliding with yours, the lightweight sensation of the plastic bag with the remainder of ice cream countering that of the strength poured into his arms as they encircled your waist. The inconvenience of kissing while standing hit you. He had to lower his neck, and you had to crane yours, your heels lifting off the ground.

"Fucking finally." Toji panted out, grinning at how the chocolate on his chin had rubbed off on your skin. "Y’know, the offer from that day still stands," he mumbled with his thumb fluttering above your lips. "But it’ll mess ya up even more."

"So now you care about those things?" You chuckled lightly. "Go ahead. Mess me up all you want, prick."

"Careful what you wish for, dumbass."

Your hands slid behind his neck while you closed your eyes and waited patiently for his lips to find yours, his tongue darting around before prodding its way into your mouth, sweetness clinging to every languid swirl.

You weren’t sure if this was the kind of stupid decision that would have you banging your head against every wall available or the kind of blessing that came once in a lifetime. Regardless of all the possible consequences, kissing him was the only outcome you were certain of.

A small peck marked the moment’s ending as you remembered you were standing in the middle of the street, your public display of affection turning into a raunchy spectacle for the dim street lights and the concrete pavement bollards.

The two of you had just climbed down the final slope leading to the apartment block when Toji spun your arm around and forced you in a direction different than where you were headed, without any real explanation other than a cheeky "Can’t ya tell? Kidnapping you".

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greetingfromthedead · 7 months ago

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Happy Trigun Fanfiction Appreciation Week!

While I encourage all the fantastic creators of this community, I just wanted to promote some of my lovely moots and other friends! ❤

While this includes ficrecs, you should definitely go and check out all their other work too! If you're at all into x Reader, you'll find plenty of lovely stuff on their blogs!

@jellys-compendium

Masterlist

💜My Papa (~1k words)

💜 Raiting: Everyone

💜 Pairing: Dad!Vash x reader, but it's mostly Vash being adorable with his kids

💜 Summary: A Cozy Dad!Vash Drabble. Vash tries to teach his two rambunctious twins a new word.

💜 Review: It is so friggin' cute! Vash being a dad is so adorable and if that's not enough to entice you to go read it, idk what will! It also inspired me to write my own Dad!Vash fic so that's something!

❤️ Lovebug (7.9k words)

❤️ Raiting: Explicit

❤️ Pairing: Sinister!Vash x f!Reader

❤️ Summary: You've been running for a long time, miraculously evading the destructive storm on your heels. But one fateful night you find yourself trapped and unable to escape the humanoid typhoon any longer. He'll make you regret running from him.

❤️ Review: It is so dark and so hot. Sweet god, it's like a Finnish sauna. Check the tags, but oml, it had be reeling.

@triplesilverstar

Masterlist

💜 A kiss in the rain (~0.3k words, but part of a much larger and fantastic series)

💜 Raiting: Everyone

💜 Pairing: Vash x f!Reader

💜 Summary: A rare occurrence happens on the desert planet.

💜 Review: This is adorable! A quick fluffy pick-me-up, but you should check out the rest of the "Of Bandits, Bullets, Ghosts, & Typhoons" series too!!!

❤️ A so called God on a mountain top? Well, better then freezing to death (~3k words, but there's a part 2!)

❤️ Raiting: Explicit

❤️ Pairing: God!Vash x f!Reader

❤️ Summary: You had gone to the area to learn about the local wildlife and the fauna. Sure the villagers were wary of outsiders, but you honestly hadn't expected to be drugged and tied to a slab on the mountaintop in nothing but a flimsy robe. So when a handsome blond stranger shows up claiming to be a God who are you to argue?

❤️ Review: This God!AU is fantastic! The smut is hot AF and Vash has feathers! What more do you need? This will have you hot and bothered in no time. And if you're like me, it will rot your brain too and inspire you to ponder your own take on the God!AU, it's just that good.

@novasintheroom

Masterlist

💜 A home for you and me (0.9k words, but part of the 150 Bullets drabble series)

💜 Raiting: Everyone

💜 Pairing: Vash x gn!Reader

💜 Summary: It's a new chapter in your lives and you both have to get used to the concept of actually having a home.

💜 Review: This is so cute and wholesome!!! Reader having zoomies is absolutely a mood and Vash is also so cute! This series is filled with such adorable stories!

❤️ Memories (0.7k words, but is part of the 150 Bullets drabble series)

❤️ Raiting: Everyone

❤️ Pairing: Vash x gn!Reader

❤️ Summary: Vash is plagued by unpleasant memories, but good thing you're there to be a shoulder to lean on.

❤️ Review: A bit angsty, but also so fluffy and wholesome like it should be! It's a great read and seeing into Vash's head is always such a wonderful experience in stories like this!

@bendycxmet

Masterlist

💜 Sleep Date (~1.2k words)

💜 Raiting: Everyone

💜 Pairing: Vash x gn!Reader

💜 Summary: Most of your and Vash's dates consist of getting cozy beneath the covers.

💜 Review: Really cute and fluffy! Who wouldn't want to try and crawl into his skin? So cuddly and sweet!

❤️ Crowd (~1.5k words)

❤️ Raiting: Everyone

❤️ Pairing: Wolfwood x gn!Reader

❤️ Summary: You watch as Wolfwood tries to find you in a crowd.

❤️ Review: This had be giddy and it has so many lovely descriptions. Wolfwood doesn't get enough love, but this makes up for it! It's super cute!

@vashs-turtleneck

Mastelist

💜 Stay (~0.4k words)

💜 Raiting: Everyone

💜 Pairing: Vash x gn!Reader

💜 Summary: Waking up the morning after next to your favorite travel companion.

💜 Review: It's a touch angsty, but mostly just cute fluff! A good wholesome read! Vash is just as cute as ever in this one!

❤️ Sharing is Caring (3.1k words)

❤️ Raiting: Explicit

❤️ Pairing: Vash x f!Reader x Wolfwood

❤️ Summary: You, Vash, and Wolfwood have a bit of a wild evening together.

❤️ Review: This is absolutely delicious! this fic will stay with you for a while and put dirty thoughts in your head long after you've finished reading it. It is so god damn hot. I mean you get a threesome with Vash and Wolfwood. What else is there to say???

If you've scrolled this far: Thank you for your attention! Please, go check out these fantastic creators and also all the other stuff under the tag #trigunfanficappreciation! This is a fantastic community with so many talented creators and artists! I'm sure everyone will find something they enjoy here!

If you enjoy what creators put out, please please please, show them some love! Comment, reblog and like! It motivates your favorites to keep writing and creating art! Thank you!

Thank you @trigunfanfic / @beelzebby666 for this event! ❤❤❤

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kalims · 2 years ago

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writing commisions!

after a lot of confusion somehow I finally decided on prices + ellie's thankful advice earlier this morning, I decided to open commisions as a celebration of sorts for reaching 5k followers 🎉

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I will only start writing after I received the payment or, you could send me half before and the rest after!

depending on how long the commision is, it can vary between 1-4 weeks seeing as the weekends is only the really free time I have but I'll try to give an estimate

no refunds :))

note. I know it's priced higher than usual commisions but I've thought about it a lot, I think that my services are worth that much and has potential to be better for commisions as I know that I'm working for someone

it's not like the sometimes-rushed fics here on tumblr i think I'll take my time for these lol

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every 1k words will add ($10)

every 100 words will add ($1)

1K - ($10)

2k - ($20)

3K - ($30)

4k+ - ($40+)

my longest work

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if you're not looking for a specific work count I can offer these;

headcanons

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additional

for the word count increasing, every 100 words can be ($1) additional however discussing how much words you'd like beforehand will really help set the price ^^

angst ($2+) just because I don't think there's a single work here in my tumblr with angst Lol

oc / original character ($3) though I'd need some info about ur oc haha. as detailed as possible if you could.

au / alternate universe ($1) eg. fantasy, historical, coffee shop au, etc.. basically one that's different from original twst

yandere ($4)

if you'd like something else suggest it to me and we can work out a price

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if you're interested please dm me here ^^ or if you prefer to chat somewhere else like discord then that's perfectly fine as well

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keelt9 · 6 months ago

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Chapter 6

Pear

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I lost my mind, that’s what probably everyone in the control room is thinking and I know that, however, it’s now or never.

“Skyhook, in position to begin.” I hear Hondo complain about how stupid this is.

“Sky, please get back when they find out that…” He stops and I hear Cyclone speak.

“Find out what?”

They will push me out of the navy, I can feel it, it seems in my hands I have waterfalls and for a moment I feel cold all over my body.

“Sir, I’m in position for the test.” I can imagine him looking at Hondo with his mouth straight in a line as he walks to the console.

“You’re what?” One more time Cyclone spoke but this time to me, I switched off the communication, so I can put the plane in position.

“Ready in 3…2…1.”

The test was a tough one, the same flight plan as the mission for the uranium plant, just with a little bit of twist; the G force mustn’t overpast 9.7.

Let’s be honest, it's too hard actually but I already got into this, besides, I’ll be dead if I don’t get this right, literally.

“Dropping bombs.” In the middle of the lift, for a second everything turned black, when I recovered, just a little bit, I just heard Hondo screams.

“BULL’S EYE!” I smile to myself, still knowing I have a punishment and reprimand waiting for me.

When I get down, I see Hangman, Hondo and Cyclone standing in the hangar; the difference between Hangman and Hondo with Cyclone is that he has his arms crossed.

Cyclone has bullets in his eyes. “Lieutenant, that was reckless, stupid and immature, you could kill yourself in there, actually in the circumstances of the test you die up there.” I see him straight to his eyes, the moment for becoming frightened has already passed. “There will be consequences and you know that.”

<He’s going to kick me out of here.> It's the only thought I have.

“150 pushups, and 20 laps to the runaway.” He says to be before turning away and walking inside the building, still he stops, I see the glimpse of a smile appear on his face. “That’s the Skyhook I've been looking for.” He points with his head. “You better begin before the runaway starts to crowd.”

I observed Jake and Hondo who had big smiles on their faces. “Let’s go Sky, this will be long.” Hondo says walking to the runaway unable to contain a giggle and Jake breathing in for the first time in more than a minute.

With the sun hiding that day, I finished with some mechanical tests.

“Good job Sky.” The officer pats my shoulder pointing at the end of my day, I remain sitting under the plane just admiring the sunset.

“I bet I’m in more trouble than I think, huh Riley?” This time I have a smile on my face. At the end of the week, wherever the result is, I fly like the old times, and if I fail, I’ll keep that memory. Me one more time in the sky.

I feel Cyclone eyes on me when I cross the main entrance before I go, but I smile this time; I know at home one more scolding is waiting for me, so better rush it.

Like I expected, my father is waiting for me in his office. My mother whispers to me in the entrance, she doesn't even know if he is angry or happy.

“What did you do this time Y/N?” She asked me for the last time in front of my father's office; at that moment he opened the door and answered for me.

“She stole a navy airplane.” I scrunch my nose and lower my head.

“She what?!” Was the last thing we heard before he closed the door with me inside.

“Well…” Jesus, like when I got in trouble in high school, he walks slowly to be in front of me, hands in his back.

“No one will let me fly in a while, no after the mess I made the first time, and I just have this week to show them that I can be in the air one more time.” He didn’t say anything. “I know what I did is wrong, dad, and actually is pretty stupid but…I don’t have time.” He looks so terrifyingly quiet. “I apologize for stealing it, but I’m not apologizing for my way of flying.” He took a deep breath.

“You’re lucky to be so good.” And with those words, he smiles a little. “Even though you have a punishment here too.” He walks to the other side of his desk, searching between all his papers.

I knew it, he smiled and threw me the keys to the garage. “I think the house needs a good paint coat.”

“All the house?” My eyes wide open begging for mercy.

“Even the fence.”

The last week is killing my neurons, and it is easy to notice. The tests became harder and harder, but this time I’m determined to end this month with my head up high, whatever the result is, and everyone knows that.

“Tomorrow is the last day kiddo.” Jake says while I remove the helmet from my head. “Try to rest a little bit, ok?” I smile at him and nod, before he enters to change his clothes. “See ya.”

I hear the voices of Phoenix and Rooster walking to the hangar; since he saw me the last time on the beach, I’ve been avoiding him, why? Because I feel embarrasses not for, he sees me cry, because I treat him like an old friend, when is my superior.

I have no way out, so I walk… I try to walk with normality to the dressing room, but of course, Nat won’t let me go that easy.

“Hey, hey, hey.” Nat says and holds my arm. “Bangman is near to you and I’m a stranger?” I smiled at her.

Nat points to Rooster with open eyes.“I get it from this boy, but me?” I laugh and hug Nat.

“Sorry Nat, but I've been so busy that I hardly have time to breathe.” I split, all the time avoiding Rooster eyes. “But I hear you have a deployment next week, that’s great!” That high note wasn’t necessarily because she looked at me with intrigue.

“Well, I hope to be here when your results are ready, right Rooster?” She looks at Bradley and I put all my efforts into not looking at him, thanks to heaven, Payback interven, claiming they are needed in another hangar.

“What takes you so long?” He asks when he reaches us, I giggle and say goodbye to them.

Even though I try to deny it, my heart is beating so fast.

If Phoenix had guns in her eyes Payback would be dead as soon as his voice echoed in the hangar.

“Payback you’re dead meat.” Nat says walking where he was standing but before, she turns around. “And you, if you really like her at least you should say hi to her.” She takes a deep breath. “Remember Bradley, if she gets the approval, she won’t stay here too long, and God knows where they will send her.”

After the beach my feelings intensified, Phoenix and Bob noticed right away, every day I can, I’ll watch her test from the control room but I never dared to appear in front of her after one of them.

Dad and mom will be laughing at me.

“Rooster, I’m talking seriously.” Nat warned the last time before going and killing Payback, getting more mad to roll my eyes at her.

“I know.” I whisper to myself.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #top gun maverick #fanfic #rooster x reader #top gun fanfiction

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gaycaffeinebee · 3 years ago

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Prompt List (with word count)

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Last Updated: 9/17/2023

Why I don't give my characters names or genders

The Link to Links- All the writing resource lists I've found cuz there's a shit ton out there

OTP Prompts

---Series---

-Fluff-

Worship the French Fry Masterlist (Complete - 2,680)

Movie Moments Masterlist (Unfinished - currently 320)

---One Shots---

-Fluff-

Overstim Cuddles 410

-Teasing/Flirting-

Blush 460

Working Relationship, no yeah totally 520

They’ll Be in Late 1,250

---Blurbs---

-Fluff-

Saving the Day With Coffee 160

OURS 60

Hand Privileges 150

What if I get lost? 70

Gentleman Moment 170

Maybe 270

Let Me Do What I Want 120

The Box 50

Bookstore Fluff 60

Definitely Worth It 50

Baby Goose 40

Out Loud 50

Back Seat Reader 110

Every. Time. 100

-Angst-

Apartment Argument 190

I Can’t Tell 50

Jealous Lies 120

Unbothered 100. Unbothered fanfic 140 @minim236

-Teasing/Flirting-

Abstract 160

Ice Cream 40

- *cough cough* Tension-

Do I Make Myself Clear? 290

Greatest Accomplishment 100

The Pretty 150 (Hero x Villain)

No Category

(Extras that are not specifically otp)

---Blurbs and Bullets---

-Fluff-

Nicknames 70

Why would I be mad at you? 110

Craft Store 100.

-Angst-

Do it 30

165 50 (Hero x Villain)

A Simple Hug 120 (Hero x Villain)

Dinner Trio 40

-Annoyance-

Chef’s Kiss 20

Big Drop 40

Wishing Death 70

Help 50

Controversial 20

Crabs 40

Vents 130

No Quitters Here! 60

Problems and Knives 20

-Extra/Humor-

Threat to Murder 40

Pretty Road Rage 70

The Church Deserved it, Don’t Worry 140

The Contract 100

An Inconvenience 30

Am I Handsome? 30

Three Pretty Words 40

Tic-Tacs 80

Mama Says 60

Weather 60

Elbow Height 60

Pay Back 60

Candy 20

Satan 20

Dory 30

Wifi Password 90

Remorse Code 30

Poor Ice Maker 20

Priorities 100 - Priorities fanfic 200 @noahzanehethey

Friends group of short fuses NEW

-Bad-bitch Punchlines-

(these are repeated links)

CEO Sister 550

Past Tense 80

Jealous Lies 120

Greatest accomplishment 100

Do it 30

A Simple Hug 120

Character Tropes

(characters with opposing traits, prompts based on a random character, etc.)

Trope #1 20

Trope #2 25

Trope #3 40

Trope #4 30

Satan Tropes 420

Imagines

(Scene/story line ideas with no dialogue)

-Fluff-

Bookstore Fluff 60

The Box 50

Neck Scratches 80

Toothbrush 50

Holidays 60

Anon Prompts

Past tense 80

CEO Sister 550

Platonic and friends to lovers making dinner 475 NEW

Ghost Lamp Story NEW

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twstedtales · 3 years ago

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[H] - Headcanons (bullet format)

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wonderswritings · 3 years ago

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Fighting For... Character Study

Name: YN Griffin

Face Claim: Clary Fray played by Katherine McNamara

Alias(s): Prisoner 162, The Twin, Queen, YN kom Skaikru, Wanhei, Strik Won, Guiding Light, Leader, Little Grounder Princess, Commander, Trikdaun, Bringer of Death, Nyxlana, The Key

Race/Species: Artificial Nightblood

Age: 25/150 Gender: Female

Eye Color: Blue Hair Color: Red

Personality: Caring, Stubborn, Determined

Occupation: Co-leader of the 100, Skaikru Ambassador, Chancellor of Arkadia, Co-leader of Wonkru, Dokworkru Leader

Family: Abigail Griffin (mother), Jake Griffin (father), Clarke Griffin (twin sister), Banto kom Trikru (brother), Delani kom Sankru (brother), Maria kom Podakru (girlfriend), Raelyn kom Podakru (daughter), Bellamy Blake (boyfriend)

Home: The Ark, Earth, Drop Ship Camp, Mount Weather, Polis, Arkadia, Second Dawn Bunker, Eligius IV, Sanctum

Identifiable Markers: Solar system tattoo along spine, Star and moon tattoo along the back of neck, Vertical scar on the middle of chest, Burn scars along back, side, and leg, Horizontal scar along right side and hip, Scar along left palm, Bullet scar through and through on left shoulder, Jagged scar on right thigh, Scar on right collarbone

Significant Kills: Atom, Finn Collins, Cage Wallace, Carl Emerson, Arkadia Guard Members, ALIE, Josephine Lightbourne, Simone Lightbourne, Miranda Mason IX, Jasmine Mason VII, Caleb Mason VIII

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#fighting for...#this was fun to make might do one for bellamy #bellamy blake x reader #clarke griffin x sister!reader #the 100 x reader #bellamy x reader #clarke x reader

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gamerwoo · 4 years ago

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[Tales from the Pack] Hansol: Fire and Ice (Part One)

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, 150% angst, character death (technically not major character but they’ve been mentioned a lot)

Word count: 3,461

Summary: You’ve always been one to let your emotions get the best of you – your power reflects that – and you’ve never been good at expressing them. That’s why you always thought you’d be awful with a mate, but you never thought things would be this awful.

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a/n: things in bold are in english

You were nervous all night for two reasons.

The first and biggest reason was that your pack was out facing guards, hunters, and townsfolk. The odds that anybody could die were very great, and that shot fear into your very core. Your brother was your blood, and you cherished him with everything. Without your brother, you didn’t know what you would do. He protected you, kept you under control, and always got you out of trouble. Your pack made you feel like you could take care of something, and you would do anything to make them feel safe and cared for. You may not have been good with your emotions, but you always made sure to show the pack you loved them.

The second reason, albeit not a big reason, was that Jiung had teased you about your mate possibly being in Seungcheol’s pack. All he told you was that his name was Hansol, and he was two years younger than you. Of course, him and Rin had a field day with teasing you about it, but you chose to try to ignore it despite your cheeks heating up like they would catch on fire, too. But even so, you were nervous about possibly meeting your mate tonight. But then again, if he was in that pack, he would be in that fight. You might not meet your mate ever.

Death was big probability tonight, and that terrified you. But all you could do was try to focus on the wolves and mates that had shown up at your door, and take care of them to the best of your abilities. Only when Jiung finally came home would you feel calm again.

Eunjin let out a blood curdling scream as soon as the three alphas had arrived from town, the rest of Jiung’s pack plus Minghao behind them. Wolves and humans alike stopped what they were doing, dropping to the ground to cover their ears in an attempt to block out the shriek.

Nobody knew exactly what caused her scream, but they assumed death must be dangerously near. It could be anybody, though, which was scary. Nobody knew who to watch out for or who to save. Nobody knew if they’d have the opportunity to cheat death. They just knew somebody was about to die.

But not unless somebody could help it.

Seungcheol lifted his head, realizing this was their out. If Eunjin’s screams distracted the humans, they could get away safely. He pulled himself off of the ground, trying to endure the screams as he made his way to each member of the pack, tapping them on the shoulder and nodding them in the direction of the clearing. The first few managed to collect the mates before leaving, making sure they were safe first.

Hansol felt the tap on his shoulder blade, lifting his head as he whined loudly. Seungcheol had one hand pressed to his ear while the other ear was laying against his shoulder. The alpha pointed toward the clearing, telling him to go, so he got up and went to run. He was one of the last ones to go, and then they’d be safe. They’d win against death.

Almost there. Just a little more until the treeline, and he was sure he could lose the hunters. But the screaming stopped when he was about 80 yards from the trees, and the humans were starting to come back to their senses.

He suddenly felt a weight on him that not only brought him to the ground, but it started to burn him. He realized it was a net that was beginning to sizzle into his exposed skin, and started to hurt even through his clothes. He whined before letting out a howl, hoping anybody could help him.

But then he realized, he didn’t want anybody in the pack to sacrifice themselves for him. He was just one person, and if somebody came back, they’d both end up being killed. It was better for this to just happen to him rather than to somebody else or multiple people.

He had a feeling when Eunjin screamed directly at him that he was the one who would die. He was the one doomed with the ‘curse of the banshee’. As he heard the cock of a gun, he knew it was it. So, he closed his eyes as he laid on the ground, waiting to be killed.

He heard the gunshot and flinched, but felt nothing new. Not more pain, not numb, and he didn’t even see a bright light like everybody said you’d see when you died. There was nothing new. He even opened his eyes and could still see everything perfectly.

Including Jiung, who was on the ground beside him, coughing up blood.

The alpha was bleeding from his stomach, having been shot in the back with the bullet going right through him, but he used whatever strength he had left to lift the silver net off of the younger wolf to free him. He didn’t even care that the silver burned his hands – he would die anyway, what did it matter?

“Hansol,” Jiung’s voice was strained, and blood spat onto the grass as he spoke. He spoke in English, which Hansol remembered was the alpha’s native tongue, “please take care of _____ for me. Don’t let her do anything stupid. Please love her with everything you have, no matter how much she lashes out. She really is the most caring girl in the world.”

Hansol had no idea what the older boy was talking about, but he refused to let him die here after saving him, “Jiung, I–”

One of Jiung’s pack – Hanbin, the fast one – had sensed his alpha was in danger and was suddenly standing in front of them after speeding back from the forest.

“Jiung–”

“Take Hansol and go,” Jiung stated, weakly shoving Hansol toward the wolf. “That’s an order, Hanbin.”

Hanbin stared down at his alpha, a loud whine emitting from him. Despite how much he wanted to help Jiung, he could only carry one of the wolves, and he couldn’t ignore Jiung’s order. His pack was ordered to protect Seungcheol’s at all costs, anyway.

Before Hansol could say anything else, Hanbin had grabbed him and run off into the woods, leaving Jiung behind.

But Jiung wasn’t sad about his death. Yes, he was upset that he would miss his sister and his pack. His heart ached knowing he’d never see his family – blood or pack – again. But he had helped another pack from feeling the same heartache his had felt when they lost brothers and sisters. He accomplished the mission he set out to achieve, and that made him smile even as tears fell from his eyes and the hunters surrounded him.

His last thought was you. You were always so strong, and he knew you’d find a way to be okay without him. If you had Hansol by your side, he was sure you could be kept under control -- the two of you were made for each other. You always did act before thinking, so he wanted to be sure you would be kept safe. After getting to know Hansol – even if it was only a little – he was positive you’d be taken care of. And that made him laugh weakly from happiness, even as his view of the stars in the sky was clouded by the masked hunters towering over him.

The last thing he heard was another scream in the woods.

You paced by the front door, blocking out whatever small talk was going on in the living room. You didn’t stop pacing until you suddenly felt something wrong. Horribly, horribly wrong.

You felt it at the same time that you very, very faintly heard a scream way off in the distance that sounded just like the banshee.

You’d never felt this instinct before, but you knew exactly what it was somehow. It was just the connection you had with the alpha. If anything ever happened to the alpha, the entire pack would know, and you knew Rin had the same feeling as soon as she tensed and stared back at you, her eyes wide as tears filled them.

The mates noticed your expressions and how your bodies were visibly shaking. Chanseong stood up, going over to you and putting his hands on your shoulders, “What is it? What happened?”

But you couldn’t even form words. You just stared back at him but not really at him. Your eyes were on him but your brain was somewhere else.

The alpha was dead. You could feel it.

Jiung was killed. Your twin brother. Your blood.

“_____…” Rin whispered, her bottom lip quivering as the other mates looked between you and her for answers.

The mates knew well enough about werewolf instincts. A pack was only tied to their alpha and they could sense when something was wrong with their alpha. They could put two and two together after a little bit of thinking, and Chanseong’s face fell as he realized.

Even the few wolves of Seungcheol’s pack understood. They weren’t sure if you sensed that your alpha was dead or just injured, but they knew there was trouble. But they wouldn’t ask for any clarifications. That would just be insensitive. They’d wait to be told.

“_____…?” Chanseong asked, hoping you could tell him he was wrong.

“No,” you murmured, “no, no, no, no, no…”

You suddenly whipped around and ran for the door, Chanseong’s hands falling from your shoulders. You were going to find the pack and see for yourself. And then you were going to go straight to wherever Jiung was to rip apart every single hunter and guard there limb from limb.

Despite the indescribable emotional pain she felt, Rin knew better than to just let you go off like this. She knew how you could get, and she knew you’d only get yourself into danger.

Using one of the only useful phrases she knew in Korean – thanks to your pack having to say it on many occasions – she pointed at you as you disappeared out the door, “Grab her!”

Chan immediately obliged, knowing you were going to go find the pack. He was much faster than you, and threw his weight on you, sending you both to the ground before rolling a few feet. That bought enough time for Rin to get outside and held hold you back as you tried to shove Chan off of you. You managed to get to your feet, but you now had Chan with his arms around your waist, Rin’s arms under yours and her nails digging into the front of your shoulders, and two of the mates holding onto your hands.

“_____,” Rin’s voice was harsh, and you knew she was trying to mimic the voice your brother used to make you listen, “do not start this.”

You didn’t even realize you were crying until you shook your head and felt cold streaks on your cheeks, “Fuck you, let me go!”

“_____–”

“Corinne, let me go!” you growled, feeling your emotions bubble up inside you until flames burst from your skin.

You felt all arms and hands suddenly release you to avoid getting burned, and you immediately took off into the woods. You heard the gasps of those who didn’t know how powerful your power was, but you didn’t have the space in your body to feel any sort of pride from their shock. All you felt was a pain in your heart you couldn’t get rid of, and a rage toward whoever let this happen. Even rage toward your brother for being dumb enough to get himself killed.

Chan caught up with you again, throwing himself at you now that the flames were out. You tumbled and rolled through the leaves and twigs of the forest floor before turning to find the pup, your eyes red with every emotion you felt. As you went to run at him, something else threw themselves at you. You felt large paws pinning your shoulders down before you looked up at the silvery wolf form of Rin. She growled at you, but you weren’t going to let her stop you on your mission – though with your mind running at a million miles a second, that mission wasn’t even that clear to you anymore.

You used all your pent-up emotion to shove Rin off of you, throwing her into Chan after he got up. You quickly got to your feet before you started running again, your legs going faster than you’d ever gone as you let your emotions push you to go faster and faster until you finally ran into the pack. But as you got closer, you noticed that there was indeed someone missing.

“_____?” Jaesang asked before you came to a stop, your feet sliding across the forest floor.

You felt Chan’s presence behind you, but you ignored him.

“Where’s Jiung?” you asked Jaesang who was leading the way.

Hanbin pushed his way through to the front. He figured if he was the one to leave your brother behind, he should be the one to tell you. Though, everybody already knew, and you could tell from the way people dropped their heads and averted their eyes that the feeling was correct. But still, you needed to hear it from somebody who was there.

“_____, I…” Hanbin trailed off, not knowing how to tell you this. There were no right words in this situation. “Jiung protected Hansol from getting shot by hunters. He told me to leave him behind, and it was save him or save Hansol. You know I can’t disobey alpha’s orders even though I wanted to…”

Everything stopped. Time, your breathing, your heart – all of it. The world seemed to be spinning, though, like you were falling to the side and tumbling down a hill. Hanbin’s words sunk into your brain, processing even though you couldn’t believe it.

Jiung was dead. He sacrificed himself to save Hansol.

Hansol.

Your supposed mate, Hansol.

You knew it wasn’t Hanbin’s fault. You knew ignoring alpha orders was basically impossible, so you couldn’t blame him for leaving him behind. But if Hansol had been more careful, Jiung wouldn’t have had to save him. You needed someone to blame, and that’s the logic your brain came up with. You needed someone to blame because Jiung wasn’t here for you to blame him. You couldn’t smack him in the back of the head and yell at him for being careless. You couldn’t tell him how fucking stupid he was for letting himself die like that. You couldn’t do anything because he was never coming back.

Your eyes scanned the group of people in front of you before they stopped on a face that was windowed between two men you didn’t recognize. As soon as you saw him, you knew it was him. Your heart fluttered, your gaze zeroed in on only him, and there seemed to be nothing else in the world except for him. Hansol.

But you also felt rage. You felt every emotion building up inside you. You wanted to pounce on him to kiss him, but also to tear him limb from limb. You wanted to hug him, but also punch him in the face. You wanted him to comfort you, but you also wanted to take away something from him like he took away something from you.

You were shaking, and everybody noticed. Your hands balled at your sides as your eyes turned red, only seeing the boy named Hansol. You felt so many things, but the biggest thing was anger. He was the reason Jiung was dead. He was the reason your brother would never come back. He was the reason the only real family you had left was taken from you forever.

Your body burst into flames that shot several feet in the air before dying back down, remaining only around your fists, “I’ll kill you!”

You lunged toward him, watching as his golden eyes went wide, and he took a step back. Hanbin caught you as you tried to toss yourself over his shoulder, an arm holding you at your waist before he set you on your feet. Jaesang rushed over to help, grabbing one arm while Hanbin grabbed the other. The mates around Hansol were moved away from you by other wolves, leaving him exposed.

You needed to get to him. You had to. You had to hurt him in some way because it wasn’t fair that he was perfectly fine, yet your brother was murdered. None of this was fair.

“_____, we are in danger,” Jaesang reminded you. “It’s perfectly fine if you want to strangle your mate, but you can do it when we get home. You’re better than this.”

Flames licked up your arms, burning the hands of your pack mates. They hissed, retracting their hold, and you immediately sprinted toward Hansol as you screamed and cried threats and profanities at him. You pulled one arm back, ready to punch him in the cheek and burn his skin.

Just as you threw your fist forward, Hansol grabbed your fist with his bare hand without even a second thought. But your flame went out with a sizzle instead of blistering his palm and making him cry in pain. You stood still for a moment, staring at your fist connected with his palm as your chest rose and fell with your heavy breathing. You hated how you loved his skin against yours. You hated how you wanted more contact.

But you especially hated how, until now, the only other person able to counter your fire was Jiung.

Hansol’s pack had no idea how he did that. As far as they were concerned, Hansol was just a normal werewolf. He never had any powers, and he never showed any signs like Seokmin had when his power was developing. But if a werewolf was meant to have a power, it would sometimes come to them randomly, or when they needed it most. Wonwoo’s power came to him when his mate and brother were all in danger, so it made sense that Hansol’s power would come to him when he had to take care of his mate.

“_____!” Hanbin barked.

With another yell, you pulled back your other hand and threw a punch. Hansol caught that too, but you could see frost faintly covering his palm before it wrapped around your knuckles and put out your flame.

A growl built up in your chest, your brows pulling down as you pulled your fist away from Hansol and reignited the fire surrounding it. In your white hot rage, you reverted back to your native tongue, but Hansol understood everything, “You killed him!”

You threw a punch. He caught it. It went out.

Your pack mates just let you throw your weak and useless punches, knowing you’d get nowhere with it.

Still, you repeated the process with your other fist, “You’re the reason he’s gone!”

You threw a punch again. He caught it again. It went out again.

Repeat.

“I hate you!”

You threw a punch. He caught it. It went out.

Repeat.

“I hate you!”

It didn’t ignite. Your fist hit his chest with only half your strength.

Repeat.

“I hate you!”

You fell to your knees.

You punched him, your fire gone out, and your strength leaving your body as sadness took over.

“I hate you.”

Hansol fell with you, letting you hit him weakly.

Tears slipped down your cheeks.

“I hate you…”

Your body shook with sobs, and you just stared down at your lap.

The crowd around you watched with saddened eyes. Even if some of them hardly knew you or Jiung, it hurt to see you in so much pain now – pain that some of them could only imagine. You lost the most important person in your life, and they recognized that. Some of them even silently cried for you, including Jaesang and Hanbin.

You recognized Jaesang’s whine, but he wouldn’t howl like wolves usually did to signal the death of a fallen pack mate. You were all still in danger. They couldn’t afford to mourn, but they let you have this moment because Jiung was your twin brother and the only person you felt could really understand you.

You felt warmth as Hansol wrapped his arms around you, and you just sobbed into his shoulder because the pain of losing your brother was too much for you. You hated how his warmth made you feel somewhat comforted.

“I hate you…” you cried.

Finally, he responded to you, “I know. That’s okay.”

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peachebunnys · 4 years ago

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Pain, with love IX

Pairing: Horacio Carrillo x reader

Summary: Arranged marriages are tough, but add that with having a drug lord on the loose? Horacio Carrillo can only imagine what’s coming for him.

Warnings: mentions of blood, violence, angst, mentions of death, lots of crying

a/n: Okay so I’m really sorry for being on hiatus for a loooong time and not posting fics </3 To those that still follow me and this series, thank you so much for waiting, it really does mean a lot. I hope you like this chapter as much as I liked writing it.

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Chapter 9;

The rain was pouring harder than before, masking the view of anything beyond four hundred feet, drowning out the gentle instrumental that played across the festival square. The air felt tense, holding an invisible burden that was no doubt weighing Horacio down - a silent reminder that death still awaited him. The breeze that came along with the rain was a stark contrast to the warmth in his arms, and as he pulled you closer, he reminded himself that anything he does after this moment would be done to save you.

The night was far too gentle for what was about to happen and far too unforgiving to those that will no doubt fall victim to it. What would become of this night, Horacio couldn’t fathom - but all he knew that you were safe now in his arms.

Still.

Like a single piano note echoing in a large empty room.

Though the rain was like a soothing melody on this cold night, there was a sense of dread that lurked in Horacio’s heart.

What was to happen now?

It was him against who knows how many, with two soiled pistols to defend himself with.

The risk.

Was it worth it?

It felt like everything had come to a halt, and Horacio wondered if this was what it felt like when one was minutes away from their inevitable end. Time was moving slower than before, a funny situation that Horacio had always found himself in when danger lurked around the corner. Seconds was starting to feel like minutes, which was increasingly welcomed as he tightened his hold around you.

The fact that you were here, with him, was a thought that comforted him amidst the chaos that would come sooner than he’d think. Never in his life had Horacio been so afraid to lose his life, now that he knew he truly had something to look forward to - you.

The uncertainty of how the night would unfold was hanging above his head while the rain pitter-pattered against the granite grounds. Horacio found his mind muddled with thoughts on what was to come.

If he died tonight, in a battle against the war on drugs, it’d be you he’ll last think of.

Always you.

Your cheek rested perfectly on his shoulder, finding comfort in the thick padding that was behind his uniform. The cool wind blew against your skin, a contrast to the blush that crept up your neck as Horacio continued staring into your eyes. His rough fingers grazed your soft cheeks, caressing the skin just under your eyes to wipe away the raindrops that ran down your temple. Your eyes were filled with utmost adoration that nearly broke his heart - how could you love a man like him, especially when his time was limited?

Your love for him was unconditional, a bittersweet reminder that a man as broken as he was still worthy of love. Within the few months of knowing you, the pieces of him that had been left scattered around were put back together and mended - creating a person that Horacio was surprised had even existed. Your gentle smiles and big heart was what had made him whole, and damn anyone who would think that Horacio wasn’t willing to die for you at this point.

On the night you tended to him, he had come home as a shell of a man - broken and vulnerable as he thought about how the war on drugs had taken more from him than imagined. The tough colonel facade wasn’t one he could uphold forever, and as you nursed him back to full health, he realized that he could finally be himself around you.

The warmth from you changes me, he thinks, I am not afraid anymore because you’re by my side.

The distinct sound of the tires against wet granite cracked, a noise that was no doubt getting louder as the vehicle sped faster towards the two of you.

Horacio took one final glance at you, moving his large palm away from the small of your back to rest on his pistol. The smile shared between the two of you was genuine, and you marveled at the way his eyes were lit up from the streetlights that cast a gentle orange glow on his face.

300 feet.

Because you won’t let go of my hand, you’re saving my life.

The fluorescent headlights pierced through the thick veil of rain, casting a beam that lit up Horacio’s body. He winced at the harsh lighting, instinctively coiling his other arm tightly around your back. Though the vehicle was barely visible in the heavy rain, Horacio could hear the engines roar, evidently picking up its pace towards him.

150 feet.

It was going to be too late if he didn’t act now.

Without warning, Horacio held you firmly against his chest, diving towards the empty pavement that ran parallel to the road. Bullets whizzed past the back of his head as he collapsed onto the sidewalk, buzzing louder than the tires that slid on the wet floor. The shots were imprecise, with one grazing Horacio’s left bicep as he draped over your cowered body.

Fuck!

Your heart was beating faster with each second that passed, unable to assess the situation that was happening so quickly. One minute, you were in the arms of your lover, confessing your love to each other, and the next - fearing for your lives.

Was this how he felt whenever he left for work?

Did he feel the iciness in his blood overwhelm him, each time he was closer to death?

You averted your gaze to your husband, watching his jaw clench as he turned to look at the source of the gunshots. With his large palms carefully resting on your back, you managed to slip your arms out from his embrace, resting your hands gently on his arms.

Despite the rain, your clothes hadn’t been soaked just yet, with only the back of your dress sticking against your skin. You felt an odd dampness that painted your fingers red, searing your skin as you gazed upon the liquid that smeared across your fingers. This was the telltale sign that whatever fight the two of you have been caught between, was no normal one.

Your voice wavered, words choking as you barely got his attention, “H-Horacio, you- you’re bleeding.” You turned your right hand to study the blood that was now mixed with the raindrops. The thick liquid dripped down your palms and onto your wrist, imprinting the color onto your skin. Your heart rate spiked, and you could feel your head spin with whatever was happening.

This wasn’t like that night.

The two of you were crouching beside a red car that was parked along the walkway, and as your mind raced at what was to happen, the sound of tires came to a screeching halt. The high pitched sound was almost deafening, causing Horacio to instinctively tuck your head under his chin. His large palm covered your ear fully, and you could feel the warmth radiate off his skin.

Amidst the rain that was visibly lessening, there were unintelligible shouts that came from the vehicle. The source of it was unknown to you, but from the look on Horacio’s face, you could only tell it wasn’t from someone good.

Horacio’s hands were still wrapped around your back, eyes shifting quickly to assess his surroundings. His breaths were starting to get labored, with beads of sweat trickling down his temple. With each exhale he had let out, there was a cloud of mist that formed, illuminated by the streetlights.

The rain had finally stopped, and the heat that remained was starting to get uncomfortable with each passing moment. You tried to regulate your breathing, taking short, deep breaths as your mind blocked out the continuous threats from behind.

“You can’t run nor hide Colonel! You will pay for what you’ve done to me, I will kill you.”

Horacio could hear you suck in another breath, trembling in his arms as he thought of ways out of a situation like this. He moved his hand away from your face to gently hold your hand, pulling your attention away from the chaos around you.

“Hey,” Horacio whispered, eyes filled with determination as he gently kissed your palms, "Whatever you do, I want you to promise me -”

Crash

The car windows above you shattered as the glass poured all over the two of you.

Both of you ducked to escape the impact, finding tiny glass pieces littered all over your hair and shoulders. It glistened as the lights shined on them, creating a beautiful reflection that was a mixture of emerald green and tangerine.

To find beauty in chaos; how ironic, seeing that this may ultimately lead to your untimely deaths.

“Whatever you do, don’t leave this position,” Horacio’s eyes were now wide with fear, gripping your forearms roughly before moving over to fish out his pistol. You quickly brushed the loose strands out of your face and nodded, palms getting sweaty from the fear that engulfed you. Horacio leaned his back firmly against the wheel of the car, occasionally peeking out to check where the vehicle was parked. Each time his head turned to get a view of the truck, there was a shot fired soon after, accompanied by a peal of maniacal laughter that seemed to get louder with each gunshot.

“Come out Colonel! I don’t want to hurt that pretty wife of yours, it’d be a shame if someone as weak as her were to be left defenseless.”

Horacio could feel his blood boil, fingers trembling as he loaded the ammunition into his pistol. His cheeks were now rosy, contrasting against his paling, sweaty skin as his anger heightened. The voice, low and croaky, was distinctively the man that Horacio had thrown in jail just a few months prior. As he took one last glance over his shoulder, he reminded himself that this fight was between the drug lord and him alone.

His heart ached, and Horacio was once again reminded of the reasons he had turned away from your love the night you had confessed.

Danger. Death. Blood. Fear.

These were the things that inevitably followed behind him, like an inconceivable mass that floated around his being - sucking out the energy and joy from him. He didn’t want this for you, to shoulder his burden with him. He was a liability, he thought, that would create more pain than happiness.

But that was never the case.

Your presence in his life alone was like a beacon of hope, and he knew now that you were always his saving grace. How was it that one simple continuous act of kindness had saved him from himself? It dawned on him that on the very night he had come home from the raid, your stubbornness to treat and care for him was the first hit to the walls he had built over the years.

Butterfly effect.

Just as he was about to peek over the hood of the car, you forcefully yanked him back, feeling your heart hammer in your chest as you watched your husband eye you with surprise. “What are you doing?” Your panicked whisper had earned yet another gunshot through the window, missing you by a foot. You quickly let go of Horacio’s arm, covering your hands over your mouth to mask the surprised squeak that came after the loud blast.

“Y/N, listen to me - please, I don’t want you getting hurt. I'll drive him away from this car, and I want you to run as far as you can, away from this place.”

“Where the fuck,”

The car that was parked behind the one you sought refuge beside had its windscreen shot out and shattered. The impact alone had caused an explosion of glass pieces, some of which tore through your skin as it flew out.

“- are you, Colonel? Didn’t take you for a coward that would hide in the face of danger!”

“Horacio, I won’t leave y-” The look on your face - the fear mixed with anxiety mirrored the feelings that were starting to manifest within him, but in a time like this, Horacio had to remind himself to be the stronger person for the both of you. Your fingers were once again wrapped around his forearm, fingertips becoming icy as the fear settled in you.

You could lose him.

“Please,” Horacio’s eyes were glassy, begging you to comply with his request as he made a plan to distract the drug lord behind him. “Please, my love.”

“Just this once, I promise.”

You stared at the man you loved so dearly, feeling your heart break as you noticed a waiver in his voice. His Adam's apple bobbed as his eyes jumped around the features of your face. The man that you’ve always known to be fierce and courageous now kneeled beside you, begging for you to leave as he faced death once more.

He could die today.

And this would be the last time he’d see you.

“Y/-”

His words were cut short by the kiss that practically took his breath away. You gently pressed your lips against his, feeling the plushness mold onto you. He tasted like mint, a candy you noticed he’d pop into his mouth whenever he was stressed or nervous. You cupped his warm face, brushing away the hairs that stuck against his forehead.

Sweet. And far too short.

Just like your time together.

The tears in your eyes rolled down your cheek while your lips trembled as you pulled away from your husband. Your vision was clouded, with more tears dripping each time you blinked. You dropped your line of sight to look at Horacio’s large hands wrapping around your smaller ones, gently rubbing circles around your knuckles. With a soft chuckle, he moved closer to kiss your damp cheek, planting a soft peck before whispering in a hushed tone.

“I love you.”

As soon as those words rolled out of his mouth, Horacio turned his back towards you, cocking his gun to point at the man before him. He had fired the first shot, which you could only assume was unsuccessful from the way he cursed under his breath. There was a series of bullets that came shortly after, firing through the empty car beside you.

A faint smell of smoke was starting to fill the air, fueling the tension that was building up. Horacio tilts his head towards the end of the road, silently gesturing for you to run in that direction. The engines of the truck had started up again, with the loud vibrations from under the hood killing the silence.

You took this opportunity to make a run for it, racing down the pavement as fast as you can. The streetlights were few and far in between, allowing you to hide in the dark and away from plain sight. The wind had caused the pooling beads of sweat to drip faster down your face, causing a slightly ticklish sensation while you ran away from the parked truck.

“Wh-”

The windscreen of the car beside you had shattered, naturally making you dodge as the loud shot echoed through the night. Your heart leaped out of your chest, catching itself in your throat as you fell against the wet cement sidewalk. The festival across the street was now deserted, for all the locals had fled the scene as soon as the first shot went off. The place was a complete ghost town, plagued by a sense of dread and eeriness and it was only heightened by the death that awaited you.

Soft, up-beat instrumental music was playing on the speakers across the festival grounds, easing your nerves by a tinge as you scoured for a place to hide behind. A second gunshot was heard, accompanied by a piercing scream that rang in your ears.

Horacio?

The screeching of tires came next, dragging across the wet roads to gain traction. There was no telling which direction the vehicle was moving, which led to you to hide behind the back of another car. Bullets were fired again, with the loud bang penetrating through the humidity. The truck had lost control of its back wheels, crashing straight into the wall next to the festival grounds.

Smoke emitted from the hood of the truck, dancing with the wind that was a stark contrast to the scorching weather. There was a certain tension amidst the air, so thick that Horacio almost felt like it was suffocating him. The wound from his arm was bleeding out, soaking his uniform in a shade of dark red. The impact of the shot to his arm had led him to tumble backward, twisting his ankle in a manner that was less than pleasant.

The sickening smell of death had lingered in the air, making him wonder if it was his that it was foreshadowing. With great grit and determination, Horacio hobbled across the road and towards the wrecked vehicle. With each step he took, there was a faint crunching sound that came with the pressure of his boots against the wet granite.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, diluting the blood that painted the side of his face. He took a glance at you, studying the way you were crouched beside a car further down the street. Your breathing was regulated, as far as he could tell, and that gave him some peace of mind, knowing that you were okay. With trembling arms, he could vaguely see you hoist yourself up from the ground, staring straight back at him.

The night had become eerily silent, save for the truck’s engine that gently hummed in a rhythmic beat. Horacio looked back at you, noticing the way your hair was in complete disarray. Your eyes were wide with fear, which barely subsided once you noticed the state of the truck after the accident. Horacio was a good 150 feet away from you, holding up his left palm as a gesture to stay back. You were now trembling from the cold rather than fear, watching the way your husband hobbled across the street towards the partially wrecked vehicle.

You slowly crawled around the empty car next to you, kneeling just behind the boot to get a glimpse of what was to happen. Your dress was now completely ruined, with several holes and tears that littered along the hem and sleeves. You messily pushed the stray strands out of your face, leaning slightly to the side of the headlights to peek at the accident that had just happened.

The back of the car was cold, further freezing up your fingertips as you positioned yourself properly so that only half your face was visible from the backlights of the car. With each step Horacio took, the next one came as a limp. It was clear that his right foot was injured, and you only prayed that it wouldn’t cost him his life at this moment. In his right hand was his pistol, cocked and ready to fire as he carefully stalked towards the vehicle. The truck was in your line of sight, giving you the ability to study the driver’s seat as Horacio continued moving towards it. There were faint movements that came from the dull figure, but as your husband crept next to the front door, you could slowly make out that the man was reaching out for something.

Horacio propped himself up as he stepped on the mini step outside the door, peeking into the vehicle through the wind-down windows. Gacha, from a motionless state, had sprung alive - pointing a gun directly into Horacio’s face. Without a second to spare, he punched the drug lord’s wrists in an attempt to weaken the hold on the pistol. The action alone had caused the criminal to pull the trigger, firing a bullet mere inches away from Horacio’s face.

The sound that emitted from the now piping hot weapon had momentarily caused Horacio to lose his hearing in his left ear. There was a constant and sharp ringing that stung, causing him to wince and throw his head back. This moment of vulnerability had allowed Gacha to butt the back of his weapon against Horacio’s right cheek.

The flurry of emotions that evoked as soon as the pistol broke his skin had fuelled his wrath against the drug lord. The cut across his nasal bridge was long and deep, which had only come about after a soft crackling sound. Horacio’s nose started to bleed, painting his upper lip with red that saw no end. The anger that brewed from the pain had caused Horacio to retaliate - punching the other man right in the face.

The blow was a hard one, filled with all the might that Horacio could muster from his injured right hand. It had momentarily knocked Gacha out, which was the window that allowed Horacio to drag him out of the vehicle and throw him onto the cold hard ground. The other man had fallen face first, with his face grazing the uneven road harshly.

You have never seen your husband in such a state before - with eyes that fired up with anger, along with a stance that you knew meant danger. You were still crouched behind the car across the deserted street, shivering as you watched the situation before you unfold. The drug lord’s back was turned towards you, slowly backing away as Horacio stalked towards him. The streetlight shined perfectly onto your husband’s face, illuminating the wounds littered across his cheeks and nose.

The atmosphere was one that you weren’t familiar with - thick and heavy with tension, along with the faint smell of gasoline that hung above you. You carefully shifted your weight onto your other foot, popping your head out from behind the tail lights to get a better view. With a gun in one hand, and blood soaking the other, Horacio looked more like death himself. The sight was utterly terrifying, and as you studied the way he circled the criminal with his weapon drawn, you couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that came.

This wasn’t the man you knew.

This wasn’t the man you fell in love with.

You think back to the night he had come stumbling home, covered in bruises and cuts. The raid that he had conducted was successful, but as you watched him grit his teeth towards the drug lord, you wondered how much blood had stained his hands that night. His shoulders were squared, standing upright while positioning the gun at the other man’s chest. You always knew that his work would demand him to do such heinous activities, but never once did it occur to you that you’d live to see it happening before your eyes.

The very same hands that held you as you cried to sleep were now seconds away from taking a life. Sure, the man who was sprawled before him was a despicable one without a doubt, but the fact that he could comfort you as easily as he killed was something you couldn’t shake off. You opted to remain silent, realizing it was best to blend into the night as your husband fulfilled his vow to keep the city safe from these criminals.

To fulfill the oath he had taken when he donned the uniform that symbolized the protection of this country.

With slow, deliberate breaths, you managed to regulate your heartbeat, feeling it return to normal as opposed to the thunderous hammering against your chest. The night was starting to become warmer, with the stars sparkling to create a magnificent view. There was an exchange of muffled words, ones that had you straining yourself to get a better hearing. You could tell that Gacha’s breathing was starting to become unstable, coughing up blood every so often.

Horacio’s voice was stern and hushed, warning the man in front of him before moving his index finger onto the trigger. There was a hearty chuckle that came soon after, broken and loud as the drug lord internalized Horacio’s threats.

“This isn’t the end Colonel Carrillo, like they always say - death is only the beginning.”

The man, with his palms laid flat against the ground behind him, had quickly reached out to something kept firmly against the back of his pants. Everything happened too quickly, and the sound of a bullet being fired had involuntarily made you duck. You had barely caught sight of what had happened, as it moved within a split second.

There was a shuffle of uneven footsteps, with no particular rhythm as the scraping of the shoes’ sole dragged against the pavement. As you slowly removed your cupped hands away from your ears, you glanced up to see Horacio standing as still as a statue. His eyes darted across the ground, blinking slowly - almost as if he was registering what had happened. His face was starting to lose its color, which was increasingly visible as the warm orange streetlight cast its glow onto him.

The weapon in his right hand had dropped, clanking against the ground as his eyes widened in horror. His knees were bent by a fraction, no longer carrying that confident stance he had just moments prior. With unsteady hands, his arm had moved up towards his stomach, mouth gaping as he firmly held his palms against his body.

He stumbled back again, locking eyes with the drug lord as his breathing became labored. The next thing you noticed was the chortle that came from the man that laid across him, holding a smoking gun directed at your husband gleefully.

“You’re regretting this, aren’t you?” The pistol was directed towards your husband’s chest. The two men were standing a few feet apart, with Horacio’s face filled with defeat. You could barely hold in your whimpers, studying the way your husband’s body was slowly collapsing against the cold ground. Your heart was thumping in your chest, with blood turning ice-cold as you continued watching the scene unfold before you.

You could run in to help him, to tackle the drug lord while his back was still faced towards you. But what good would that do? You were defenseless and weak, with nothing to fend yourself against a vengeful criminal. The weather was starting to get warmer, leaving no traces of the rain that poured an hour before. Your vision was slowly getting blurry from the tears that welled in your eyes.

It felt like there was barbed wire wrapped around your throat, hindering your ability to breathe. Everything felt like it was suffocating you, with each breath you took hurting.

Was this it?

To watch your husband die minutes after he confessed his love?

It was twisted - cruel, sickening, and twisted. Your whole body trembled as you muffled the sobs that choked out. With eyes burning and bloodshot, you strained to look at your lover - for it may be the last time you could do so.

“Not even the slightest.”

Horacio’s broken words rang in your ears, forcing you to look up at him through your blurred vision. He was looking right back at you, forming the barest smile on his face as he continued clutching his torso. His eyes were locked with yours, filled with utmost adoration even as he stared death in the face.

“H-Horacio,” your voice cracked, choking as your throat felt tighter. “Please.”

Bang.

You watched as your husband flew back from the impact, body crashing against the wet ground as the shot fired straight into his chest. His back scraped against the uneven road, creating a crackling sound that seemed to echo in your ears. You could hear his gasps for air, chest heaving from the force of the shot.

Still.

Like a single piano note that echoed in an empty room.

What this night had turned out to be, wasn’t what anyone had imagined. As you crouched behind a car, you watched as your husband lived his last few minutes before death. Your fingers dug into the bumper, scratching against the metal until the paint came off.

You couldn’t bear to watch, not when the final gunshot would no doubt be through Horacio’s body. “I love you,” you turned your head away, staring at the wet granite. You clutched the bumper tighter, bracing the loud gunshot that would pierce through the night.

“What are you looking a-”

Crack.

There it was.

A loud pierce that destroyed the silence of the night.

The heavy sound of a body falling slammed against the ground. Your head instinctively curled into your arm, coiling into a ball and you sobbed against your sleeves. Your whole body trembled, heart breaking into pieces that tore you apart.

This was it, he was gone.

You haphazardly wiped your nose and eyes, getting rid of the tears that stained your cheeks. You were still in the way of danger, with Gacha on the loose. With no one left to fend you with, your only hope was yourself - and you had to think fast. Without looking at the area where your husband once was, you quickly grabbed your purse, struggling to stand up and move.

You softly cursed yourself for wearing heels, realizing it wasn’t the best footwear to run in, especially when you were escaping a notorious drug lord. The clasp of the heels had come off rather easily, and you tossed them under the car before moving to crawl away from the line of sight.

As your knees met the hard road, you could feel your skin pierce with pain - feeling the coolness of the ground draw blood from your skin. You had let out a soft gasp, trembling as the thick red liquid coursed down your leg. The gentle breeze did nothing but alleviate the stress you felt, causing goosebumps in its wake.

You had almost reached the side of the car until you heard a soft gasp for your name. Grief-stricken, you shrugged it off as a figment of your imagination - not wanting to delude yourself into things that may slow down your escape. You continued crawling down the street, parallel to the accident that had just taken place.

Your breathing was a mess, with a mixture of short and deep breaths that were knocking more wind out of your lungs. You heard it again - the hushed cries for you, laced with worry and sadness.

It sounded like Horacio.

You quickly wiped the snot that dripped down your nose, turning to cast a wary look at the truck. You were directly across that road, giving you the ability to see the whole scene between the gap of two cars’ bumper.

Your heart plummeted as you caught sight of Horacio’s outstretched hand, reaching out to you as he called your name once again. His voice was now broken and lost, trembling as your name rolled off his tongue.

Across him was the now still drug lord, sprawled across the ground in a pool of blood. The sight itself was horrifying, choking a loud gasp as you internalized what had happened.

Horacio was still alive.

His drooping eyes were fixated on you, watching you from the distance as he continued moaning out your name into the night. The gears in your head were shifting, unable to comprehend the scene before you.

The bullet didn’t kill Horacio.

The bullet came from him.

His chest rumbled as he coughed out blood, shoulders trembling from the force. He was laying on the hard ground, barely propping himself up with the arm that was injured.

“Y/—“

You didn’t have time to think, only knowing that your feet had carried you to him. Your mind was a mess, with none of your thoughts comprehensible enough to understand. Your hands hadn’t stopped shaking, dripping with blood that you weren’t sure belonged to you. Horacio’s breathing was labored and slow, heaving every so often. His temples were painted red, with his blood dripping along his hairline as he smiled weakly at you.

You leaned in close to him, gently clutching his shoulder as you continued sobbing into his chest. His warm hand rested against your head, gently running his fingers along the side of your face. The same hands that pulled the trigger, were now comforting you as you anticipated what was to come.

The irony.

Horacio was a strong man, and as you saw the series of events that had unfolded earlier, you wondered if the weight on his shoulders was more than he had led you to believe. Did it plague his mind, of the blood that stained his fingers, of the men he had killed?

Was he ever afraid that he might never make it out of this job alive?

You thought back to the night you cried into his arms, similar to how it was now. With unsteady hands, you fished out your phone from your purse, unable to dial the right numbers as tears fell against the device.

“It- It’s going to be,” you glanced up at Horacio, watching blood drip down the corner of his lips, “-okay.”

You dialed the number for the ambulance, sobbing unintelligibly into the phone. Horacio’s eyes were starting to droop, unable to maintain eye contact with you as you provided the details to where you were. As soon as the other end hung up, you dropped your phone and cupped his face, smiling hesitantly as your thumb brushed off the thick red liquid that oozed from the cuts on his face.

Horacio reached out to your hand, bringing it closer to his cold lips before planting a gentle kiss. The tears on your face had now flowed freely, and you hiccupped your pleads as he continued kissing your knuckles.

“H-Horacio please, you can’t die. Please, not now- not right now.”

Your cries were masked with broken sobs and choked tears, running your hands along his dry canvas uniform. You subconsciously stopped at the bullet hole, circling the tear in the uniform with your index finger. Your vision was once again blurry, mind muddled with thoughts on how you’d lose him any second.

The blood on your fingers tints the military green shirt, soaking the relatively clean clothing.

“W-wait,” your voice breaks, and you quickly wipe the tears from your eyes.

“You-you’re, you’re not bleeding.”

Horacio lets out a soft chuckle that quickly turns into a pained groan. With his dirty, wounded hands, he slowly unbuttoned his top, gently pulling apart at the buttons to expose the bulletproof vest that was donned on him.

“You--” Your mind spun, unable to register what was happening.

What the fuck?

“You fucking idiot!” Your cries were now louder, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. “I thought I was going to lose you.”

You gently pushed his arm away from you, still recovering from everything that happened throughout the night. You ran your hand over his uniform again, smiling with glee as you realized that he was going to make it.

The night was cool now, carrying a comforting breeze that dried your tears. The air no longer carried the smell of gasoline, but with the faint smell of damp grass. Crickets from nearby trees chirped, returning back the sanctuary of the night. There was no longer the imminent threat that lurked around you, giving you back that peace of mind.

You glanced back at Horacio, watching him look back at you with love and adoration. His grip on your hands tightened, rubbing comforting circles on the back of your palm as support. How the two of you had made it out of this alive, you couldn’t fathom.

But despite everything, it only proved that your love was stronger than any force that reckoned with it. As Horacio brought your palm up to his lips again, he thought back to how you were always his beacon of hope. His person that he wanted to come back to.

“I promised you that I’ll come back to you, didn’t I?”

His eyes were once again glassy, and he kissed your thumb as you brushed across it. The love between the two of you, though barely spoken about, was immeasurable. Another tear spilled down your cheek, and you silently thanked the heavens that your lover managed to make it out alive.

What was to happen next was unknown to both of you, but you knew that together, you’d be able to overcome anything. You slowly nodded, voice breaking again as you agreed with him.

“Yes,” you smiled, “ you did.”

#horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo imagine #narcos #peachebunnys fic

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novasintheroom · 8 months ago

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❤️ Vash x Reader ❤️

✭ 150 Bullets masterlist w/ links

f!reader, Vash x Reader. ---- 150 years. 150 bullets. 150 drabbles of your relationship with Vash the Stampede as it grows, wanes, forms, shifts, and transforms. Ongoing work.

✭ Prince!Vash arranged marriage AU masterlist w/ links

princess!reader, Vash x f!reader; An AU where you, the princess of a foreign kingdom, and Prince Vash are in an arranged marriage, and all the hiccups, bumps, and joys that come with it. (Full story in works, drabbles for now).

✭ Penpals headcanon

gen, you become penpals with the Humanoid Typhoon himself

✭ Vash traveling hobbies

gen, the things Vash does to pass time on the road.

✭ Vash learning touch again

suggested reader x Vash; Vash learning to love touch again through you.

✭ Vash and smell

suggested reader x Vash; Vash loves the smell of you and your cleanliness

✭ A matter of time

suggested reader x Vash; Luida and Brad ask Vash what your relationship with each other is.

✭ Memories

suggested reader x Vash; Vash is having a bad day. Good thing you're there to be a shoulder to lean on.

✭ Silver or Gold?

reader x Vash, established relationship; Vash has something important on his mind. You intend to find out what. Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series before it became a series.

✭ A home for you and me

reader x Vash, established relationship; It's a new chapter in your lives, and a new home awaits. Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series before it became a series.

✭ Reacting to shy/timid reader

Request; Vash and Wolfwood react to a shy/timid reader

✭ Optimistic reader

Request; Vash meets an optimistic reader like himself

✭ Vash and sleep

reader x Vash; Vash's sleeping habits change and shift depending on how near you are.

✭ Morning routine

reader x Vash; Vash is a pain to wake up with in the morning. Part of the 150 Bullets drabble series before it became a series.

✭ Nesting w/ Vash

reader x Vash; Vash and his nesting habits with you.

✭ Vash writes poetry

reader x Vash; Drabble about how Vash tries to write poetry in your honor.

✭ Dancing with Vash is...

reader x Vash; Drabble about what dancing with Vash is like.

✭ Yours and Vash's wedding day

f!reader x Vash; Drabble about how your wedding day would go with Vash.

✭ Touch me gently

f!reader x Vash; Several drabbles about the different touches you and Vash have as your relationship grows.

✭ A nighttime snuggle

You catch your husband giving your newborn a nighttime snuggle.

Small drabbles: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

🖤 Wolfwood x Reader 🖤

✭ Head, shoulders, knees and toes

reader x Wolfwood; Four small drabbles involving different parts of the body with WW involved.

✭ Wolfwood and noses

suggested reader x Wolfwood; thoughts on how Wolfwood views different nose types, especially yours.

✭ Lipstick kisses

reader x Wolfwood, slight make-out session; Nico complains about your lipstick. He doesn't mean it, though.

✭ Reacting to shy/timid reader

Request; Vash and Wolfwood react to a shy/timid reader

✭ Scars

TW self-harm scars, reader x Wolfwood; It's a hard night, remembering what's in the past.

🩵 Knives x Reader 🩵

✭ Knives takes reader

one-sided Knives x Reader, Reader x Vash; Knives finds out about you and takes you from Vash.

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inkblue-computerhead · 5 years ago

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150+ German Words for Surviving the Apocalypse

More on my masterlist <3

A Steady Supply: Eine Konstante Versorgung

Abandoned: Verlassen

Aerogenic Transmission: Aerogene Übertragung

Affected: Betroffen

Afraid: Angst

Alive: Lebendig

Ammo: Die Munition

Antibiotic: Das Antibiotikum

Apathetic, Indifferent: Gleichgültig

Attack: Der Angriff

Bacteria: Die Bakterien

Batteries: Die Batterien

Bullets: Die Kugeln

Bunker: Der Bunker

Bury: Begraben

Cans of Food: Dosen Essen

Catastrophe: Die Katastrophe

Cemetery: Der Friedhof

Changeable: Wechselhaft

Civilization: Die Zivilisation

Clean: Sauber

Collapse of Civilization: Die Zusammenbruch Der Zivilisation

Collapse: Der Zusammenbruch, Der Kollaps

Community: Die Gemeinde

Conflict: Der Konflikt

Contaminated: Kontaminiert

Corpse: Die Leiche

Countryside: Die Landschaft

Curfew: Die Ausgangssperre

Dangerous: Gefährlich

Death: Der Tod, Der Sterben

Defend: Verteidigen

Desalinated: Entsalzt

Destroyed: Zerstört

Destructive: Zerstörend

Detailed Plans: Detaillierte Pläne

Devastating: Verheerend

Difficult: Schwierig

Dirty: Schmutzig

Disaster: Das Desaster

Disease: Die Krankheit, Die Erkrankung

Distribute: Verteilen

Disturbing: Störend, Beunruhigend

Dried Up: Versiegt

Drugs: Die Medikamente

Dying Out: Aussterbend

Effective: Effektiv

Emergency Services: Die Rettungsdienste

Emergency: Der Notfall, Der Notstand

Enemy: Der Feind, Der Gegner

Enough, Sufficient: Ausreichend

Epidemic: Die Epidemie, Die Seuche

Escape: Entkommen, Fliehen

Essential for Life: Lebensnotwendig

Evacuate: Evakuieren

Extinct: Ausgestorben

Fertile Ground: Der Fruchtbare Boden

First Aid Kit: Das Erste-hilfe-set

Flashlight: Die Taschenlampe

Fresh Running Water: Das frische fließende Wasser

Fuel: Der Kraftstoff, Der Brennstoff

Global: Weltweit

Grave: Das Grab

Guns: Die Waffen

Harmful: Schädlich

Hideout: Das Versteck

Hospitals: Die Krankenhäuser

Hunt: Jagen

Hysteria: Die hysterie

Ill, Sick: Krank

Inconsiderate: Rücksichtslos

Infections: Die Infektionen

Informed: Informiert

Kill: Töten

Lead: Führen

Leader: Der Führer

Lethal, Fatal: Tödlich

Mass Grave: Massengrab

Medical Supplies: Die medizinische Versorgung

Military: Das Militär

Monster: Das Monster, Das Ungeheuer

Monstrous: Ungeheuerlich, Monströs

Nearest Resources: Nächste Ressourcen

No Electricity: keinen Strom

No Gas: kein Gas

No Heating: keine Heizung

No Lights: keine Lichter

No Running Water: kein Fließendes Wasser

Outlast: Überleben, Überdauern

Packaged Food: Abgepacktes Essen

Pandemic: Die Pandemie

Panic: Die Panik

Plague: Die Pest, Die Plage

Poisonous, Toxic: Giftig

Power: Die Macht, Die Leistung

Practical: Praktisch

Prey: Die Beute

Protected: Geschützt

Quarantine: Die Quarantäne

Radioactive: Radioaktiv

Realistic: Realistisch

Reliable: Zuverlässig

Relocate: umziehen

Renewable: Erneuerbar

Reusable: Wiederverwendbar

Rubbing Alcohol: Der Reinigungsalkohol

Rule: Regieren

Rules: Die Regeln

Rural Areas: Die Ländliche Gebiete

Safety: Die Sicherheit

Scarce: Knapp, Selten

Scare: Schrecken

Scared: Erschrocken

Scream: Der Schrei, Der Aifschrei, Schreien

Screech: Kreischen

Seeds: Die Samen

Self-sufficient: Selbständig

Shelter: Die Zuflucht

Shiver: Der Schauer, Der Schauder

Sickly: Kränklich

Society: Der Gesellschaft

Solar Energy: Die solarenergie, Die Sonnenenergie

Sterilise: Sterilisieren

Stockpile: Der Vorrat

Stored (e.g. in a Battery): Gespeichert

Survival Kit: Überlebenskit

Survival Skills: Die Überlebensfähigkeiten

Survivors: Die Überlebende

The Casualties: Die Verluste

The Dead: Die Toten

The Emergency Broadcasts: Die Notsendungen

The End of Humanity: Das Ende Der Menschheit

The Virus: Der Virus

Threatened: Bedroht

To Attack: Angreifen

To Find the Cure: Die Heilung Zu Finden

Unbelievable: Unglaublich

Undead: Die Untote

Unpredictable: Unvorhersehbar

Unusual: Ungewöhnlich

Urban Areas: Die Stadtgebieten

Urgent: Dringend

Valuable: Wertvoll

Wail: Das Jammeln, Jammern, Heulen

Wasteful: Verschwenderisch

Wasteland: Das ödland

Watchful: Wachsam

Water Shortages: Die Wasserknappheit

Worried: Besorgt

Worry: Die Sorge, Die Angst

Wounds: Die Wunde

Alright that’s it! Please message me if there are any mistakes <3

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isolaradiale · 6 years ago

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Lost in Space 02

Hello, Isolans! We have conducted an activity check for the month of August!

The blogs that were removed from the Isola Radiale masterlist are under the cut. Note that both blogs with broken links and deactivated accounts will be included both at the top of this list and in their proper categories.

If you were removed in error, please simply send a re-application message. Several different people work on the activity checks, so it’s possible there are mistakes! If this happens to you, you will be able to keep everything you previously had, you just may be placed in a different residence.

Our general activity rules regarding checks are as follows:

Make at least three in-character posts during a calendar month.

Only one drabble and/or meme response of 300+ words counts as activity.

One-liners or minis not tagged #isola mini also do not count.

Please Note: If you are removed during two consecutive activity checks, you will not be allowed to re-apply as that character for two calendar months.

Additionally, anyone removed during the activity check will have a 12-hour window from the time of posting to re-claim their character. Any character not reclaimed during that period will be open to the community at large.

BROKEN URLs:

Escha Malier (Atelier, HOUSE 160)

Ryunosuke Akutagawa (Bungou Stray Dogs, APARTMENT 363)

Nero (Devil May Cry, CONDO 428)

Libra (Fire Emblem, APARTMENT 363)

Obito Uchiha (Naruto, TOWNHOUSE 232)

Daenerys (Original Characters, TOWNHOUSE 243)

Usagi Tsukino/Sailor Moon (Sailor Moon, CONDO 431)

Red Riding Hood (SINoALICE, CONDO 464)

Marina (Splatoon, CONDO 467)

Tatara (Tokyo Ghoul, APARTMENT 361)

Vash (Trigun, CONDO 418)

.FLOW

Smile (TOWNHOUSE 224)

ADVENTURE TIME

Lemongrab (APARTMENT 350)

ALDNOAH.ZERO

Inaho Kaizuka (CONDO 448)

AR TONELICO

Shurelia (CONDO 431)

ATELIER

Escha Malier (HOUSE 160) *BROKEN URL

AVATAR

Asami Sato (HOUSE 156)

Korra (CONDO 424)

BANG DREAM

Misaki Okusawa (CONDO 451)

Ran Mitake (TOWNHOUSE 245)

BEELZEBUB

Tatsumi Oga & Baby Beel (TOWNHOUSE 252)

BLACK BUTLER

Elizabeth Midford (CONDO 433)

BLAZBLUE

Celica A. Mercury (APARTMENT 329)

BLUE EXORCIST

Godaiin Sei (APARTMENT 366)

BORDERLANDS

Angel (TOWNHOUSE 248)

BUNGOU STRAY DOGS

Ryunosuke Akutagawa (APARTMENT 363) *BROKEN URL

BUNGOU TO ALCHEMIST

Naoya Shiga (APARTMENT 362)

CARDFIGHT!! VANGUARD

Tokoha Anjou (APARTMENT 331)

CATHERINE

Catherine (HOUSE 152)

CODE GEASS

Lelouch vi Britannia (CONDO 432)

CONFINEMENT

Connor (TOWNHOUSE 262)

COWBOY BEBOP

Spike Spiegel (CONDO 429)

DANGANRONPA

Mikan Tsumiki (HOUSE 165)

Shuuichi Saihara (APARTMENT 345)

DANNY PHANTOM

Danny Fenton (HOUSE 133)

DARK SOULS

Gundyr (APARTMENT 320)

DARKEST DUNGEON

Houndmaster (TOWNHOUSE 257)

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT

Ace Visconti (CONDO 455)

DEVIL MAY CRY

Dante (APARTMENT 328)

Nero (CONDO 428) *BROKEN URL

DEVIL SURVIVOR

Naoya Minegishi (HOUSE 138)

DEVILMAN

Akira Fudo (CONDO 416)

DISASTROUS LIFE OF SAIKI K.

Kusuo Saiki (HOUSE 130)

DISHONORED

The Outsider (HOUSE 146)

DISNEY

Elsa (TOWNHOUSE 255)

Wreck-It Ralph (APARTMENT 317)

DON'T STARVE

Wes (APARTMENT 331)

DONTEN NI WARAU

Tenka Kumou (APARTMENT 342)

DRAGON AGE

Inquisitor Adaar (CONDO 453)

DRAGON BALL

Piccolo (APARTMENT 351)

DRAKENGARD

Furiae (HOUSE 159)

DRAMATICAL MURDER

Sei (APARTMENT 342)

DURARARA!!

Aoba Kuronuma (APARTMENT 311)

ELSWORD

Ainchase Ishmael (Bluhen) (TOWNHOUSE 249)

Raven Cronwell (Furious Blade) (TOWNHOUSE 212)

Raven Cronwell (Nova Imperator) (HOUSE 103)

Raven Cronwell (Rage Hearts) (CONDO 406)

ENSEMBLE STARS

Souma Kanzaki (CONDO 428)

Tsumugi Aoba (HOUSE 119)

FAR CRY

Faith Seed (TOWNHOUSE 261)

FATE

Archer (Billy the Kid) (APARTMENT 302)

Archer (Gilgamesh) (APARTMENT 306)

Avenger of Shinjuku (Hessian Lobo) (OUTSIDE)

Archer of Red (Atalanta) (CONDO 463)

Berserker of El Dorado (Penthesilea) (CONDO 463)

Caster (Anastasia Romanov) (HOUSE 121)

Leonardo B. Harwey (TOWNHOUSE 204)

Nobukatsu Oda (CONDO 408)

Ruler (Sherlock Holmes) (APARTMENT 362)

FINAL FANTASY

Ardyn Izunia (TOWNHOUSE 229)

Garnet Til Alexandros (TOWNHOUSE 235)

Gladiolus Amicitia (CONDO 459)

Rikku (HOUSE 130)

Sephiroth (APARTMENT 308)

FIRE EMBLEM

Ephraim (TOWNHOUSE 257)

Henry (TOWNHOUSE 209)

Innes (CONDO 437)

Kliff (APARTMENT 338)

Libra (APARTMENT 363) *BROKEN URL

Nowi (HOUSE 157)

Oboro (CONDO 456)

Tiki (TOWNHOUSE 264)

FIVE NIGHTS AT FREDDY'S

William Afton (Purple Guy) (CONDO 452)

FUTURE CARD BUDDYFIGHT

Kakeru Futaboshi (APARTMENT 334)

Mel Yumegatari (CONDO 452)

GAME OF THRONES

Daenerys Targaryen (CONDO 446)

GINTAMA

Sougo Okita (CONDO 439)

GIRLS FRONTLINE

Katia Graf (TOWNHOUSE 230)

GOLDEN KAMUY

Asirpa (HOUSE 165)

GRANBLUE FANTASY

Caro (HOUSE 152)

Djeeta (APARTMENT 353)

Seox (HOUSE 161)

Vermeil (HOUSE 101)

GRAVITY FALLS

Fiddleford McGucket (HOUSE 151)

GURREN LAGANN

Kamina (CONDO 438)

HAIKYUU!!

Tsukishima Kei (CONDO 455)

HAKUOKI

Hachiro Iba (APARTMENT 347)

HEART NO KUNI NO ALICE

Tweedle Dee and Dum (APARTMENT 333)

HOMESTUCK

Vriska Serket (APARTMENT 337)

HOUSEKI NO KUNI

Cairngorm (HOUSE 161)

HYPNOSIS MIC

Gentarou Yumeno (APARTMENT 360)

Juto Iruma (CONDO 457)

Ramuda Amemura (TOWNHOUSE 258)

Rioh Mason Busujima (APARTMENT 360)

I AM A PIANO

The Piano (TOWNHOUSE 250)

IB INSTANT BULLET

Sera Himeura (CONDO 440)

IDOLISH7

Sougo Osaka (APARTMENT 350)

JOJO'S BIZARRE ADVENTURE

Guido Mista (HOUSE 141)

Leone Abbacchio (APARTMENT 332)

Noriaki Kakyoin (TOWNHOUSE 261)

Vinegar Doppio (APARTMENT 349)

JURASSIC WORLD

Blue (OUTSIDE)

K PROJECT

Mikoto Suoh (CONDO 461)

KAMEN RIDER

Jin Takayama (CONDO 404)

Kaito Daiki (TOWNHOUSE 254)

Shinji Kido (HOUSE 155)

KATEKYO HITMAN REBORN

Dino Cavallone (TOWNHOUSE 254)

Fran (APARTMENT 343)

Hibari Kyoya (TOWNHOUSE 203)

KEKKAI SENSEN

Leonardo Watch (CONDO 465)

KILL LA KILL

Ryuko Matoi (APARTMENT 344)

KINGDOM HEARTS

Demyx (CONDO 460)

Larxene (TOWNHOUSE 237)

Roxas (TOWNHOUSE 222)

Ventus (APARTMENT 314)

Xion (HOUSE 156)

KIRBY

Susie (APARTMENT 333)

KOTOURA-SAN

Kotoura Haruka (APARTMENT 359)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

Evelynn (CONDO 444)

Karthus (TOWNHOUSE 256)

Lissandra (APARTMENT 330)

Swain (APARTMENT 326)

LEGEND OF ZELDA

Urbosa (CONDO 464)

LOVE LIVE

Honoka Kousaka (TOWNHOUSE 262)

MAGIC THE GATHERING

Liliana Vess (APARTMENT 357)

MARVEL

Bucky Barnes (The Winter Soldier) (APARTMENT 320)

Dr. Stephen Strange (CONDO 415)

Felicia Hardy (Black Cat) (CONDO 445)

Johnny Storm (The Human Torch) (HOUSE 130)

Wade Wilson (Deadpool) (CONDO 434)

MASS EFFECT

Garrus Vakarian (HOUSE 142)

MEGAMAN

Megaman (Protomen Rock Opera) (TOWNHOUSE 257)

THE MEMORANDUM OF KYOKO OKITEGAMI

Kyoko Okitegami (APARTMENT 327)

MONOGATARI

Suruga Kanbaru (APARTMENT 345)

THE MUMMY

Princess Ahmanet (HOUSE 110)

MY HERO ACADEMIA (BOKU NO HERO ACADEMIA)

Hawks (CONDO 407)

Mirio Togata (Lemillion) (TOWNHOUSE 201)

MYSTIC MESSENGER

Rika (HOUSE 138)

NEFARIOUS

Crow (APARTMENT 354)

NEON GENESIS EVANGELION

Asuka Langley Soryu (APARTMENT 353)

NARUTO

Deidara (CONDO 437)

Obito Uchiha (TOWNHOUSE 232) *BROKEN URL

ONMYOJI

Hiromasa (HOUSE 136)

Tamamo no Mae (TOWNHOUSE 245)

ORIGINAL CHARACTERS

Aleister "Al" Crowley (APARTMENT 351)

Asher Amanodel (CONDO 451)

Atom (APARTMENT 332)

Chroma (CONDO 454)

Daenerys (TOWNHOUSE 243) *BROKEN URL

Glehri Rosario (HOUSE 135)

Gloria Attlas (APARTMENT 346)

Heliar Malanek (APARTMENT 333)

Holly Adeline (APARTMENT 351)

Jotlu (OUTSIDE)

Lou Dubois (HOUSE 108)

Mira Lumren (CONDO 433)

Mizi Unipao (HOUSE 140)

Murmur (TOWNHOUSE 245)

Nessus Melshena (HOUSE 107)

Scottie Cicogne (HOUSE 148)

Shasta Shan (CONDO 454)

Umbriel (OUTSIDE)

Vino (TOWNHOUSE 141)

OVERWATCH

Akande Ogundimu (Doomfist) (TOWNHOUSE 259)

Gabriel Reyes (Reaper) (TOWNHOUSE 216)

Gabriel Reyes (Soldier 24) (CONDO 449)

Jack Morrison (Soldier 76) (HOUSE 129)

THE PATH

Ruby Red (HOUSE 107)

PAYDAY

Hoxton (APARTMENT 349)

PERCY JACKSON & THE OLYMPIANS

Nico di Angelo (CONDO 460)

PERSONA

Rise Kujikawa (APARTMENT 365)

Ryuji Sakamoto (CONDO 420)

Yosuke Hanamura (APARTMENT 310)

POKEMON

Ash Ketchum (APARTMENT 341)

Colress (APARTMENT 339)

PORTAL

Chell (TOWNHOUSE 242)

Oracle Turret (TOWNHOUSE 233)

Wheatley (CONDO 417)

PROFESSOR LAYTON

Luke Triton (HOUSE 152)

THE PROMISED NEVERLAND

Ray (TOWNHOUSE 244)

PROTOMEN

Protoman (HOUSE 126)

PUELLA MAGI MADOKA MAGICA

Sayaka Miki (HOUSE 140)

SAILOR MOON

Minako Aino (Sailor Venus) (CONDO 463)

Usagi Tsukino (Sailor Moon) (CONDO 431) *BROKEN URL

SAIYUKI

Cho Hakkai (CONDO 418)

SENGOKU BASARA

Sasuke Sarutobi (CONDO 428)

SENNEN MEIKYUU NO NANA OUJI

Titus Ram (CONDO 407)

SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI

Phecda the Septentrione (HOUSE 124)

Shiang Sun (APARTMENT 365)

SHREK

Puss in Boots (HOUSE 150)

Shrek (HOUSE 144)

SINOALICE

Alice (HOUSE 129)

Red Riding Hood (CONDO 464) *BROKEN URL

SNOTGIRL

Lottie Person (APARTMENT 306)

SPLATOON

Marina (CONDO 467) *BROKEN URL

Pearl (CONDO 441)

STAR OCEAN

Albel Nox (APARTMENT 324)

STAR WARS

Grand Admiral Thrawn (CONDO 408)

STEVEN UNIVERSE

Greg Universe (TOWNHOUSE 250)

Lars Barriga (APARTMENT 346)

Rose Quartz (APARTMENT 326)

STREET FIGHTER

Necalli (TOWNHOUSE 236)

Zeku (HOUSE 151)

SUBARASHIKI HIBI

Zakuro Takashima (APARTMENT 221)

TALES OF

Aster Laker (CONDO 423)

Eleanor Hume (CONDO 449)

Mikleo (TOWNHOUSE 235)

Richter Abend (APARTMENT 340)

Seres (HOUSE 153)

Yeager (HOUSE 136)

TO YOU, THE IMMORTAL

Fushi (CONDO 462)

TOKYO GHOUL

Tatara (APARTMENT 361) *BROKEN URL

Tooru Mutsuki (TOWNHOUSE 251)

TOTALLY SPIES

Clover (APARTMENT 326)

TOUHOU

Flandre Scarlet (HOUSE 129)

Kaguya Houraisan (HOUSE 145)

Kasen Ibaraki (CONDO 424)

Koishi Komeiji (HOUSE 156)

Medicine Melancholy (TOWNHOUSE 263)

TOUKEN RANBU

Juzumaru Tsunetsugu (CONDO 458)

Mikazuki Munechika (TOWNHOUSE 252)

TRIGUN

Vash (CONDO 418) *BROKEN URL

UNDERWORLD CAPITAL INCIDENT

Hirahara (APARTMENT 315)

VOCALOID

Miku Hatsune (CONDO 422)

WATCHDOGS

Wrench (APARTMENT 341)

THE WITCHER

Yennefer (CONDO 435)

YU-GI-OH

Yami Yugi (CONDO 425)

ZERO ESCAPE

Aoi Kurashiki (APARTMENT 309)

#modnote #activity check #lost in space 02

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rptipsandadvice · 3 years ago

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So hey

TLDR version of events in bullet points. If wish to read long version then check read more.

Start of August 2021 Tumblr suspended the url/blog roleplaytipsandadvice which I had run/co run since Jan 2013.

I contacted Tumblr support a number of times throughout August but they did not respond.

I have/had plans so with help of Wayback Machine and my own determination etc I managed to recover/remake a lot of resources and created roleplaytipsandadvice 2.0 also known as rptipsandadvice.

Resources will now get re-posted on the blog/in tags over time in a slow queue so they won’t spam the tags.

If you want long verson of events:

Back at the beginning of August Tumblr suspended(?) roleplaytipsandadvice in some kind of glitch. I know it wasn’t deactivated because when I try and use that url I can’t, and when looking at previous reblogged posts from that blog elsewhere it doesn’t show as deactivated.

I know it is a glitch in the Tumblr Matrix because I know it has happened to multiple people - whether they have a popular blog or a promo blog. I’ve contacted Tumblr support multiple times and they have not responded as of yet.

The next best thing is to remake the blog using this url. So since the end of August after realising i’m probably not going to hear back from anyone. I have been preparing for roleplaytipsandadvice 2.0. Just with the url now being rptipsandadvice.

Thankfully A LOT of my content has been archived using the Wayback Machine and i’ve been able to recover masterlists, gif hunt masterlists, old navigation pages, guides, past answered asks etc etc. It also helps that my old fc directory was backed up, I have thousands of gifs I made saved on a web account elsewhere, I have a ridiculous amount of photohunts on my computer backed up as well (at least 1GB).

This means I have at least 150+ things I can repost to this blog straight away. I am however not going to do that in one go. I don’t wish to spam the tags. I am also taking this opportunity to remake a lot of gif hunt masterlists as they had not been updated in an age. That’s the thing which has taken up my time mostly as just one popular fc gif hunt masterlist can take 3 hours to do and i’d been doing this for years.

Please bare with me and if there are any issues on this blog you see then get in touch.

#glee rph #rph #rp help #fc help #glee roleplay #out of rph #pinned post

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neganandblake · 7 years ago

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I think I liked you better when you didn’t have a knife in your hand, Peaches... MASTERLIST

When Blake finds herself sold out to the Saviours by her abusive fiancé, she realises that she’s certainly not on her own anymore and finds an unlikely friend in Negan. And Negan does NOT like men who beat their girlfriends, one tiny bit….

Chapters below...

Chapter 1 - The cell

Chapter 2 - Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 3 - Lemonade

Chapter 4 - David’s Deal

Chapter 5 - The upgrade

Chapter 6 - Bruises

Chapter 7 - The queen

Chapter 8 - Smile like you love me

Chapter 9 - Whisky and bathrooms

Chapter 10 - The wake up call

Chapter 11 - Points

Chapter 12 - The library

Chapter 13 - Pizza and a movie?

Chapter 14 - David

Chapter 15 - Personal space

Chapter 16 - The run

Chapter 17 - Trapped

Chapter 18 - A cold, rainy night

Chapter 19 - Night, Peaches

Chapter 20 - The staircase

Chapter 21 - Falling through the darkness

Chapter 22 - An accident

Chapter 23 - Please

Chapter 24 - Lucille

Chapter 25 - The bathtub

Chapter 26 - Breakfast in bed

Chapter 27 - A warm day

Chapter 28 - The request

Chapter 29 - The dress

Chapter 30 - Dinner and dessert?

Chapter 31 - Lovesick puppy

Chapter 32 - Red wine and drinking games

Chapter 33 - A cheap threat

Chapter 34 - Not my room

Chapter 35 - The Shower

Chapter 36 - A stolen t-shirt

Chapter 37 - Flowers

Chapter 38 - Flirting against a wall

Chapter 39 - A Shock Discovery

Chapter 40 - Mia

Chapter 41 - A bedtime story

Chapter 42 - Eggy layk Bwake?

Chapter 43 - Don’t be late back, ok? We might just miss you

Chapter 44 - The bathroom counter

Chapter 45 - A nice way to wake up

Chapter 46 - The picnic

Chapter 47 - Yes

Chapter 48 - A return to Alexandria

Chapter 49 - Inquisition

Chapter 50 - Long, lonely nights...

Chapter 51 - Settling back into normality

Chapter 52 - An impromptu visit

Chapter 53 - It was worth it

Chapter 54 - Accusations & house arrest

Chapter 55 - A man at the door

Chapter 56 - Then stop me, Darlin’

Chapter 57 - Candlelight and confessions

Chapter 58 - The Stormy Night

Chapter 59 - Bed, Rainstorms and Chocolate pudding

Chapter 60 - Villagers at the door

Chapter 61 - The dark road ahead

Chapter 62 - The car wreck

Chapter 63 - Gotcha

Chapter 64 - Jesus, doll-face, let me just hold your f*ckin’ hand

Chapter 65 - A good team

Chapter 66 - Happy birthday, Peaches

Chapter 67 - Bubblebaths and Good mornings

Chapter 68 - Just wear somethin’ pretty

Chapter 69 - A birthday surprise

Chapter 70 - Wine, dirty words and bed

Chapter 71 - Number one of six?

Chapter 72 - Wolves around the campfire

Chapter 73 - Her Saviour

Chapter 74 - Between the trees

Chapter 75 - Way past midnight

Chapter 76 - As stubborn as the other

Chapter 77 - A shock interruption

Chapter 78 - Steve

Chapter 79 - Working for points

Chapter 80 - The argument

Chapter 81 - On Negan’s request

Chapter 82 - The vase

Chapter 83 - You promise?

Chapter 84 - Bartering for tampons

Chapter 85 - Pizza and a slow fuck it is then

Chapter 86 - A change of scenery

Chapter 87 - A night under the stars

Chapter 88 - Cold mornings & rooftops

Chapter 89 - A foolish confrontation

Chapter 90 - Primal Urges

Chapter 91 - Not the classiest place to have sex

Chapter 92 - On your knees, Princess

Chapter 93 - What are friends for?

Chapter 94 - A title I could get behind

Chapter 95 - The lunch break

Chapter 96 - Wine, wives, pants and black dresses

Chapter 97 - Stolen wine, band-aids & giggling fits during sex

Chapter 98 - Jeez, you mind stealin’ the damn covers a bit more, Darlin’?

Chapter 99 - A Formidable Pair

Chapter 100 - The King and Queen of the Saviours

Chapter 101 - You really need to control your jealousy, baby

Chapter 102 - Like the start of every hot-housewife porno I’ve ever seen

Chapter 103 - You truly are my fuckin’ dream girl. you know that?

Chapter 104 - Just three words

Chapter 105 - The Escapee

Chapter 106 - Just five more minutes

Chapter 107 - Well would you look at that

Chapter 108 - There’s just somethin’ I need you to see

Chapter 109 - Heading out

Chapter 110 - The Countdown

Chapter 111 - Tears, frustrations & old friends

Chapter 112 - The gates

Chapter 113 - An ever-nearing storm

Chapter 114 - Run...please...

Chapter 115 - Flashes before your eyes

Chapter 116 - It’s not just me you have to worry about anymore, Rick

Chapter 117 - Hot showers and bruises

Chapter 118 - Before sun-up

Chapter 119 - Picture books & ass grabbing

Chapter 120 - Is Daddy getting all protective?

Chapter 121 - Nightmares and revenge

Chapter 122 - Taking a Toll

Chapter 123 - The Pool Table

Chapter 124 - Living Arrangements

Chapter 125 - A Midnight Snack

Chapter 126 - Tears and resignation

Chapter 127 - Endless questions & hand holding

Chapter 128 - Right now your guess is as good as mine

Chapter 129 - What did you just say?...

Chapter 130 - For now

Chapter 131 - Three hours

Chapter 132 - Amber’s Outburst

Chapter 133 - Two

Chapter 134 - One step closer

Chapter 135 - Tears, tantrums and the first frost of Fall

Chapter 136 - Made of glass

Chapter 137 - A Run out

Chapter 138 - The house

Chapter 139 - Seeing red

Chapter 140 - Happy moments

Chapter 141 - A single bullet

Chapter 142 - Two inches

Chapter 143 - An eye for an eye

Chapter 144 - Vengeance

Chapter 145 - Homecoming

Chapter 146 - “Sometimes these things juts...happen.”

Chapter 147 - An aching silence

Chapter 148 - Stages of grief

Chapter 149 - “Mommy”

Chapter 150 - “What i fucking want is you”

Chapter 151 - Healing

Chapter 152 - Whispers in the dead of night

Chapter 153 - The warmest sunlight

Chapter 154 - Confessions, love and patience

Chapter 155 - 3am

Chapter 156 - No happy reunions

Chapter 157 - Smoke and gunfire

Chapter 158 - Blame

Chapter 159 - Go

Chapter 160 - When it all comes crashing down

Chapter 161 - Drowning

Chapter 162 - Adrift

Chapter 163 - Bruised but not broken

Chapter 164 - The Thunderstorm

Chapter 165 - Confrontation

Chapter 166 - Priorities

Chapter 167 - Potty training

Chapter 168 - A Better Way

Chapter 169 - A Safe Haven

Chapter 170 - Static

Chapter 171 - One rainy morning

Chapter 172 - Catharsis

Chapter 173 - Nothing but the rain

Chapter 174 - A fireplace and a warm mattress

Chapter 175 - Mornin’

Chapter 176 - If I help you

Chapter 177 - Uninvited guests

Chapter 178 - Back for good

Chapter 179 - Bigger and Badder

Chapter 180 - Deflecting

Chapter 181 - Picture books and Owies

Chapter 182 - Charm Offensive

Chapter 183 - Big, bad daddy discipline

Chapter 184 - But then I found you

Chapter 185 - Where I belong

Chapter 186 - No fuckin’ buts, Peaches

Chapter 187 - Poison

Chapter 188 - Them and Us

Chapter 189 - Good Morning kisses

Chapter 190 - Ol’ Corpse-ville

Chapter 191 - The Department Store

Chapter 192 - Shopping spree

Chapter 193 - Brakes

Chapter 194 -’Cause I’m Negan

Chapter 195 - Big, bad reputation

Chapter 196 - Welcome home, Boss

Chapter 197 - The Weak Link

Chapter 198 - The New Guy

Chapter 199 - The Ghost

Chapter 200 - When I close my eyes

Chapter 201 - Chickens

Chapter 202 - Truth

Chapter 203 - Just one time

Chapter 204 - Are you sure?

Chapter 205 - Together

Chapter 206 - The deepest of sh*t

Chapter 207 - Worry

Chapter 208 - In the deep midwinter

Chapter 209 - Since when have you ever been a gentleman, Negan?

Chapter 210 - Helpless

Chapter 211 - Snow Drift

More to come soon...

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged

#negan and blake masterlist #negan #negan oc #negan fic #negan twd #twd negan #negan imagine #negan is my daddy #negans-network #negans thirst squad #negans slow burn #negan fluff #negan fanfiction #negan fanfic #jeffrey dean morgan #jeffrey dean morgan fic #jdm fic

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ohmyneganimagination-twd-blog · 8 years ago

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Unforgettable monsters

Hey ! How are you today ? Fine I hope. So here I’m with another fanfic. For “A heated heart”, I make a break and for “A forgiven lie”, I’ll surely post the second part tomorrow ! This fanfic is really different from the others. I hope you’ll like it !

(Here is the link for my masterlist !)

Summary : “ Monsters are real, and ghosts are real too. They live inside us, and sometimes, they win” by Stephen King.

Ship : Negan x reader

Words : 2114

Warnings : Curses, violence, suicidal thoughts

I tag : @itsneganslucille - @heartfulloffandoms - @smuttwd - @negans-network - @autumnjade22 and @backseat-negan

Enjoy !

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The cars roared behind you, their sounds appearing closer and closer as they advanced. You had your hands clammy on the steering wheel, the foot on the accelerator. Your heart beat very hard because of fear but the determination to escape from this bad step. You took an inspiration and turned the wheel to turn left, making a tight skid. The tires squealed on the ground as you headed for the new direction. “Fuck..” You looked into the rearview mirror and you saw the same black cars that continued to pursue you. They didn’t intend to let you go so easily. “Shit..Fucking shit”. The road seemed endless. You began to feel the fatal destiny you had already foreseen. But it wasn’t over. You could see through the window the forest that passed by you as you began to accelerate to the maximum. You glanced at the counter to see that you were already 150 kilometers away. You could see walkers on the side, attracted by the noise of the engines. But also men’s shots behind you. They were aiming at your tires, hoping they hit one of them to stop you or worse, that you crash against a tree to make sure you’re not in a condition to run away again. “I will not let you do that, bastards”. You looked at the essence you had left. The tank was half full. At least that will not condemn you. The road continued straight ahead, giving no possibility of turning. And when you looked back into the rearview mirror, they were closer than ever. “Damn shit, they’ll never release those assholes”, you murmured between your teeth. You put your eyes again on the road and you saw with horror a band of walkers crossing. You sharply turned the steering wheel to the right to bypass them, now pressing the brake to slow down the pace. You retreated very tight and before you bumped the tree, you came back on the road. You let out a sigh of relief escape but suddenly you lost control of the car. You heard cries of joy behind you. “Shit ! Shit !” You shouted annoyed by tapping on the steering wheel. The tire was punctured by one of the Savior’s bullets. The tire squealed on the road with a sharp noise and the car stopped abruptly, making you bump against your seat. At least you didn’t fly by the windscreen. Now you were facing the cars of your pursuers, seeing them stop in front of your gray car. They got out of their vehicles, armed to the teeth. You tried in vain to open the door without success. It was blocked. Then you directly press the button to open the window. You threw your bag outside and started coming out the window. But before you could put your whole body out, someone took you by your sweater, throwing you out of the car. You crashed on the road, the side of your head banging violently against the cold concrete. “You thought you were escaping, didn’t you ? You’re stupid to believe such bullshit”.

The man above you kicked you in the stomach, taking your breath away. Your breathing was irregular. You were trying desperately to breathe, surrounding your belly because of the pain. “You’re the idiot. Negan will kill you if he learns what you’re doing”, retorted one of the Saviors. “I don’t care. This bitch deserves all of that”. He gave you another shot. You held your groan of pain, holding to your dignity. You didn’t want to look weak in front of them. The bearded man took you by the skin of the neck and brought your face closer to his, feeling his bad breath as he watched you with his little brown eyes. You saw his teeth all distorted when you were close to him. “You’re in shit, you know that ? You’re feeling stupid now, huh ? Little whore !” A third blow landed on your stomach and you spat blood on the floor, messing with the shoes of the Savior who was holding you. He breathed loudly and before you expected it, you received a violent punch in the jaw. You bit your tongue at the same time, feeling the hot and bitter liquid in your mouth. A stream of blood flowed from the corner of your mouth when you hardly raised your head to your hangman, still trying to catch your breath. “You’re the one who’s in the shit. Negan is going to screw up your skull and I will not miss a crumb of this show”, you pronounced with difficulty, your mouth full of blood. “Oh yeah ? Except he’s not here. And then I’m not afraid of him”, he said before giving you yet another punch. “Harris, stop ! She’s right. If he knows that we beat her, he will kill us !” “Shut your mouth. Stop saying anything”, said the man named Harris trembling in spite of himself. He didn’t detach his eyes from you. You looked at him totally neutral. You were not afraid of him. And you showed it. That annoyed him a lot. He squeezed his lips and he stuck you to the car, undoing his belt from his hand as he held you to the other. “Hey, what are you doing ?!”

“What ? I’m just going to fuck this fucking slut”. You widened your eyes, feeling the fear creep into you. You started twisting in all directions to free yourself but the man held you firmly. Tears began to gently flow on your cheeks, these painful memories returning to your head. You heard his grave laugh out of his throat when he saw you waving like that. “It’s useless, doll”. He was already trying to undo your military pants but you kicked back, trying as best you could to push him back.

“I forbid you to touch me, you asshole !” You yelled with force, fear now occupying your entire body. He groaned with displeasure. “Fuck, stop moving !” And just as he was about to hit you again, engine sounds rang out again. You turned your head to the side, feeling your heart beat at a hundred an hour. You recognized the car Negan was driving every time he went out. For once, you were glad that the bastard was there. The car where Negan was standing stopped nearby and you saw the tall, thin man come out, Lucille in his hand. He furiously passed a hand through his black hair to better style it, narrowing his eyes to see the scene before him. You didn’t prevent a smile from distorting your face when you saw the man’s face who was now familiar to you. He advanced furiously towards you, swinging the wooden bat at his side. Rage distorted his features, finding himself in a black fury impossible to get out of it. “What the fuck you think you’re doing ?!” His voice yelled out loudly, perceiving the enormous anger he felt. Harris closed his half open fly and tightened his belt, pulling back a few steps. You let a sigh of relief escape you and you collapsed on the car, cleansing the tears that didn’t stop sinking. Negan threw you a quick glance but continued on his way, stopping later in front of the man who dared not make a move. “Bo-Boss.. That’s not what you thi-” “What did I say, huh ?! That I no longer wanted this bullshit !” Negan struck the man in the face and he collapsed to the ground, now on his knees before the chief of the Saviors. "You’re not going to get the iron. You will taste Lucille”. The man’s eyes opened wide and he couldn’t prevent his body from trembling violently, his Adam’s apple going up and down. “Ne-Negan-” “Shut the fuck up !” The other was silent and he began to look at you, sweat on his forehead. “Tell him ! Tell him you wanted it all !” He said suddenly, panic emanating from his voice. You felt the anger boiling in you. You clenched your fists and get up to go on the kneeling guy on the ground. When you were close enough to him, you swung your fist over his face, bursting his cheekbone, where blood began to flow. You shook your hand after the punch.

“Fuck you ! Just die in your shit !” You yelled, your voice full of rage. You spat on the ground the blood that was in your mouth. You clenched your fists harder, sticking your fingernails into your palms. Your red and puffy eyes contrasted with your livid dyed by the last events. Negan was right by you. You had fled from his grip and you were surely going to be punished but you didn’t care. All you could think of was this painful moment hard to forget, which Negan and his men constantly reminded you of. While you were killed by Negan with one of his men wasn’t of great importance. You were counting on finishing, anyway. You looked in the void, your mind clouded by your dark thoughts. Negan gave you a worried look at the sight of your condition. He remembered Harris before him and felt hatred soaring again. He held Lucille in his hand, waving it lightly, reflecting. He raised his head to you and held out the wooden bat under your astonished eyes. “What do you want me to do with this ?” You asked, shooking your head at Lucille, the anger still distorting your features.

“Take it”. "No. Kill him now, so you can kill me afterwards. I want us to finish as soon as possible”, you finished in a whisper. His heart sank to your words. He swallowed before advancing towards you and approaching your ear scratching your smooth skin with his peppery beard. He was close and you couldn’t stop a shudder coming down your spine. A shudder different from what you had been used to feeling. “I will not hurt you”. Your heart stopped for a second, your lips parted with surprise. “Take this bat and unfold yourself. I’m not saying you’ll forget those fucking memories”, he said in a weaker voice. “But it will make you stronger. Believe me”. You could perceive as lived in his trembling voice. This man had murdered people without mercy and smiled whenever he did. But he seemed sincere in saying his words. For the first time, he seemed almost human. Perhaps ultimately, there was a reason behind all of his actions, even if it wasn’t a good eason that could excuse everything. You felt the tears pecked at your eyes, your lips trembling slightly. You let out a sob and you reached out to take Lucille. Your fingers touched Negan’s fingers and you felt an electrical tension. You swallowed with difficulty while you tighten your grip on the wooden bat. You stay like that for a moment, your hands closed on it, still feeling the touch of his skin against yours. Negan finally released the bat after a minute and stepped back, leaving you the free path to the man who was still on his knees. You cleaned your tears from the back of your sleeve. You took a deep breath and placed yourself in front of the man, his body shaking with terror. You tighten the wooden bat hard, mentally preparing yourself for what you were going to do. You were going to become a monster like all the others you’d met before.

You were going to become the monster you had tried to avoid since that day.

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Here we’re ! It’s the end. I don’t know what you think about it.It’s really different from what I usually write. I’m a bit afraid. So it’ll be great if you give me your opinion about it.

Thank you for reading and I hope I’ll see you for the next part !

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