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kodzuvii · 4 years ago

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ON TRACK! ✩ [14: so, I guess we’re soulmates?]

next: [15: the rock wannabe]

pairing - iwaizumi hajime x fem!reader

genre - crack + fluff :) soulmate au!

synopsis - In a world where soulmates can hear the songs their partner is singing or listening too at any time, Iwaizumi Hajime wants to know who his soulmate is so he can give them a piece of his mind and tell them to stop singing along to soft lofi songs while he’s in the middle of practice because it’s seriously ruining his cool, calm, and collected image.

wc: 4k

warnings!: grammar issues plz ignore + awkward phone call between two overthinking teenagers?

a/n: this is severely long overdue and I apologize deeply for that. the taglist for this series is open! more info will be found in the note after the story! ty :)

“Nee-chan’s weakness #16: overthinks more often than usual when under a lot of pressure”

Akaashi loved you. He really did. But if the higher-ups gave him an option to choose a new older sister, then maybe, just maybe, he would consider taking it. As he watched you frantically pace around his room with your dog (who looked quite scared) in your arms, he wondered if you viewed him more of a personal therapist rather than a little sibling.

His evening was going normal. After a long day of practice, all he intended to do was read a book after dinner and maybe watch a movie with Tofu afterwards just before bed. Nowhere in his plans were for you to barge into his room unannounced with an evident look of panic on your face while mumbling incoherent words.

Your hair was a mess and you were clad in an oversized sweater and superman pajama pants with Tofu in one of your arms while your phone was being held tightly in your other hand. All he could get from the words leaving your lips at a 1.75 playback speed was “soulmate” and “phone call” and “not ready.”

Akaashi watched you stop in your tracks and pull out his desk chair. You plopped yourself onto the seat, face warm and flushed as you tried to recall how you were feeling. “No Keiji I’m telling you that any second now, my soulmate is gonna call me and uhm? Quite frankly, my brain can’t process that and I am fucking scared.”

Akaashi hummed, “nee-chan calm down.” Tofu then jumped out of your arms and leaped onto Akaashi’s bed. He walked up and cuddled up near the setters side which made Akaashi smile before turning his attention back to you.

You rolled your eyes and crossed your legs and spun around on his chair, “no Kei this is serious. This first phone call is basically equivalent to a meet-cute which also means the first impressions. I feel like his first impression already isn’t good because I literally injured his friend so this is my moment to redeem myself” you rambled.

Akaashi made eye contact with Tofu and even the poor dog looked concerned at your state.

“Kei, what if this is all a mistake? I mean the universe must be against me somehow right? What if he hates me the moment I answer and then next thing you know he’s telling me that he wants us to reject each other and then I’m gonna be left all alone to roam around this miserable world and-mph!”

You flinched back as you felt a soft pillow collide with your face and stop your ramble. You looked down at the pillow on the floor and snapped your head up to your brother, “what was that for!” Akaashi rolled his eyes and petted Tofu with his right hand, “you overthink too much” he replied simply.

You narrowed your eyes at him but you couldn’t come up with any comeback in your head. He was right after all. You groaned and stood up from the spinny chair and walked over to his bed before belly-flopping down. You leaned over and grabbed the blue pillow near his headboard and Akaashi watched as you screamed into the plush material.

You were losing it.

“This sucks Keiji, I’m terrible at phone calls. I don’t even answer Otosan’s phone calls so how the fuck am I supposed to answer my soulmates?”

In Miyagi, Iwaizumi unknowingly found himself in a similar state as you. The moon was shining from his window and the light cascaded a soft glow into his room. With his windows wide open, he could feel the cool breeze blowing in and slightly brushing over his face. But the breeze didn’t help calm his nerves at all.

Iwa was a simple guy, really he was.

As someone who meditated regularly as well as found good coping mechanisms that would help calm his stress levels down, you would think that he’d be relaxed in this situation.

But no, Iwa was also internally panicking. Being the stubborn boy he was, he tried to play it off and cool himself down by fooling himself into believing that he was fine and that he had everything under control.

He didn’t

Iwa cracked his neck and looked back down at his phone. He was sitting on the sides of his bed, hand gripping tightly onto his phone as his eyes stared at your number displayed on the screen right under your name and his thumb barely hovering over the call button.

“Okay. I’m gonna do it,” he thought to himself for the nth time in the past 10 minutes.

He took a deep breath and gave himself an internal word of encouragement and made the move. ‘So close’ he thought. “This is it, I’m gonna do it” But just as his thumb barely, just barely, made contact with the screen, he pulled it back and harshly threw his phone at his pillow. He closed his eyes and groaned in frustration as he fell back, his back hitting his mattress.

This was starting to piss him off.

It was just a phone call.

Him simply contacting and talking verbally to someone through his phone.

He was fine.

Right?

Yeah no, he was totally fine. Pft He’s had phone calls before. In fact, he had done it several times with several people (that’s a lie he only picks up to his parents and maybe Oikawa on good days) Why was this so hard? Phone calls are a natural thing. Especially in the 21st century. He wasn’t some old man who had no idea how to talk on the phone.

He got this.

But wait, did you even want him to call you first? What if you wanted to call him first? Wait what if he asked you during the wrong time and you’re tired?

Iwaizumi then lifted his head slightly to look at the clock on his bedside table. It was 8 pm. It wasn’t that late right? You would’ve told him if you were busy right? Wait what if you’re an early bird who liked catching a full 12 hours of sleep. Or what if you were just too scared to tell him you weren’t in the mood to call. God, there were so many factors he should’ve thought about before asking you. He blinked and heaved a frustrated sigh as he looked up to his ceiling. This was a lot harder than he’d thought.

If there was one thing he learned from Oikawa’s fangirls is that girls are scary.

You were no exception to that idea.

Iwaizumi took a deep breath before pulling himself back up and leaned over to grab his phone. He turned it to the side and made sure once again that his ringer was on and that the volume was all the way up just in case you know, you wanted to call first and save him from all the stress he was feeling.

He stared at your contact information and gripped his phone tighter. Your contact didn’t even have a photo and your name was just ‘Akaashi Y/n’ on his phone. Everything that happened between you two from the past couple of weeks flooded his head and he couldn’t help but internally cringe. He silently cursed at Oikawa for bringing him into this situation because maybe, just maybe, he could’ve held off this first phone call and wait for a couple of years when his voice would be a lot deeper and he would be a lot cooler and he wouldn’t be sitting on his bed with a pathetic expression while listening to his phone ring and-

Wait,

Ring?

Iwaizumi’s eyes widened as he now realized that he must’ve subconsciously pressed the call button on his screen. This was it, there was no turning back now. His olive-green eyes stared blankly at his screen. He kept blinking and re-reading your name and just hoping silently that it would change from your name to Oikawa’s so he could yell out all his frustration at him.

A couple of seconds went by before the ringing stopped and he felt his breath hitch when his ears picked up the sound of your voice on the other line.

“Hello?”

Oh, shit this was really happening

It’s been 3 seconds, shut up Hajime.

Iwaizumi cleared his throat and scratched the back of his neck with his free hand.

“Hey, Akaashi-chan right?”

“Mhm but please just call me Y/n! oh and uh hi Iwaizumi-kun”

Iwaizumi blinked, he doesn’t know why but he felt his cheeks heat up as he heard his name come out of your lips. Iwaizumi cleared his throat before bringing a hand to scratch the back of his neck, “Uh- how are you doing?” he asked. Oh my god, you probably picked up on how unconfident he sounded. This is horrible. He winced and brought his hand to his forearm, rubbing it in an attempt to ease down his nerves.

“I’m doing okay, did you uhm-- eat yet??”

Iwaizumi stiffened, taken back a bit at the question but you interrupted him before he could reply. “I-I’m guessing you got back from practice not too long ago right? Assuming you stayed back late and stuff,” you trailed off. Wincing at your own awkwardness. Iwaizumi pinched his forearm and chuckled nervously, “No-uhm you’re right I got back a couple of hours ago. And yeah, I ate already. Did you?” He asked back, You shook your head, “no not yet. Been busy reviewing and all that stuff” you answered truthfully as you glanced up at your stacks of opened notebooks and coloured highlighters messily spread around all over your desk.

Iwaizumi grunted, his nervousness momentarily washing away as concern came over him. “Y/n, you can’t neglect your health. Cut some fruit up or something” You froze for a second at how stern he sounded just now. Then you realized that this could just be his natural voice and you’re just reading into it too much. Oh god you were starting to overthink again. How did Bokuto and your brother get past their first conversation?

Your silent curses towards the world were cut short when you realized that too many seconds passed and Iwaizumi was still waiting for your reply. Like you do in any unsure situation, you stifled a laugh and nodded while scratching your knee awkwardly, “I will I will.”

A long line of silence then came through and there were no other words to describe it other than awkward. The faint buzzing of your phone sounded louder than ever. You could hear the wind blowing, the clock ticking, and the way your legs would shuffle against each other as you fidgeted. The silence between you two was long, tense, and uncomfortable. The kind of silence that made people want to die on the inside. You both started to question the situation you were in. You had the same goal, both wanting to learn more about your soulmate. Yet you’re lack of comfort and his lack of confidence made things more nerve wracking than it should be.

In an attempt to ease the tension, you tried to think of something you could say that would loosen both of you up. A quick little sentence that was casual and good for conversation starters. You thought for a second, trying to recall your favourite movie couples and what words they said to each other during their meet cute. You needed something smooth, simple, but something that could address the situation you were in. It then clicked in your mind, 5 words, 5 syllables (or did it count as 7?) whatever.

All your time spent watching incredibly dramatic romance movies has led up to this moment.

“So…” you started in a casual tone.

“I guess we’re soulmates huh?”

The moment those words left your mouth your mind short-circuited and you wanted the ground to swallow you up whole. It definitely sounded way cooler in your head. God what were you thinking? And why did you make it sound like it was a question. stupid. Barely 10 minutes in and you’ve already embarrassed yourself.

You fell back onto your bed (Akaashi kicked you out of his room) and covered your hand over your mouth and moved your phone away from your face and let out a tiny scream so that Iwa would not be able to hear. Maybe you weren’t as smooth as you thought. However, that didn’t matter anymore. The words had been said and now the embarrassment was eating you up and every single bad scenario you had previously imagined began to cloud your mind. This was it, you’re soulmate definitely thought you were a loser, bye-bye happiness and hello staying sad and single until you fall into your grave.

Your ears perked up when you heard him clear his throat. You sat up, moved your phone closer to your ear as you anticipated his reply.

“Yeah I guess”

Your body tensed up at how unsure and bored he sounded. And you thought this moment couldn’t become anymore embarrassing. You physically felt your soul leave your body the moment he spoke those words in such a bored tone. This is gonna be a moment that would forever haunt you in the years to come.

Phone calls were neither of you guys’ strong suits and that fact was clearly evident in the way neither of you knew what to say next. While you could handle carrying yourself in real-life conversations, the closeness of someone's voice against your ear and their lack of presence in front of you made things made things more stressful than it should be. Iwaizumi was naturally not much of a talker, he usually let his flamboyant best friend that was joint to his hip take control of conversations. It didn’t help that most people found him rather intimidating and unapproachable.

The silence stretched out for another minute and the longer before you decided to speak up once again. You agreed to call because you wanted to learn more about him, your soulmate, and there was no way you could learn anything about him by just listening to the faint sounds of his breath through your phone. You shook your head and gave yourself a mini pep talk in your head.

Come on Y/n, pussy up bitch.

“Iwaizumi-kun I’m gonna be honest-”

Iwaizumi's hands that were playing with the cotton material of his sweatpants froze. His voice got stuck in his throat and a part of him became worried. Curse his lack of conversational abilities. He was too lost in second guessing himself while structuring his sentences about what he wanted to say to realize that you were probably waiting for him to say something. Did he already mess things up with his soulmate?

“-I suck at phone calls. Like, I’m terrible at it and I’m honestly really nervous right now because this whole thing is a bit overwhelming but I want to get to know more about you because well, you seem pretty cool” you rambled and were met with silence on the other line. Iwaizumi suddenly felt himself get flustered the moment you said that he was cool.

You sighed and continued, trying to ease the way your heart was pounding against your chest. “Truthfully I don’t know what to say or what we should talk about, so we can start with the basics, yeah?” You cleared your throat and straightened yourself up as you took a deep breath.

“Hi Iwaizumi-kun, I’m Y/n”

It took a moment for his mind to process the words you said. Basics. Yeah, he was capable of doing that. After taking a deep breathe, one that was meant to give him some sort of encouragement, he replied. You felt chills go up your back as his gruff voice echoing through the speaker;

“Hey, I’m Iwaizumi”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

First real conversations were never easy. A part of you felt like you were back in your first year of junior high when your teacher was forcing you to play ice-breaker games in an attempt to get to know the people in your class. The questions were the usual “what’s your favourite food?”, “when's your birthday?”, etc etc.

However, instead of getting to know your classmates, the game would usually just result in everyone staring at one another as they waited for someone to speak up. An awkward tension cutting into the classroom as everyone simultaneously realizes that everyone was kinda lame and boring and that they don’t really wanna get to know the people who sat beside them.

You hoped that wouldn’t be the case with Iwaizumi. You’ve known you’d had a soulmate since middle school. Since then, you’ve always fantasized about your meet-cute. You’ve watched many romantic movies and read more than enough manga to fuel your brain with endless cute imaginations and ideas.

But alas, the reality of the world is that cute scenarios are simply meant to live in fictional stories. Akaashi had even told you that you needed to humble down your expectations to save yourself from disappointment in the future.

The first couple words exchanged in your conversation weren’t poetic words of love confessions and sweet nothings. They were typical, short common questions that people generally use to learn more about each other. The expected “when’s your birthday?” and “what do you do in your free time?”

You learned about how his birthday was during June, his favourite colour was dark green, he liked agedashi tofu, and how he spent his free time doing some sort of exercise or physical activity. Iwaizumi was also relatively quiet, truth be told you did most of the talking while he said quiet words to let you know that he was still listening. Along with being quiet, he was private. A direct contrast to you. You were an open book, your mouth moved faster than your mind and you had not much of a problem telling him about little details about yourself.

Iwaizumi on the other hand was selective on what he wanted to tell you. Iwaizumi was simple. A down to earth guy who had his own little sense of edginess to him. He was levelheaded and was someone who strived for realistic goals rather than unreasonable daydreams. You caught that when he simply answered that his goal right right now was to attend nationals with his best friend. When you asked if he had further goals, he simply said that everything else was too far into the future and was out of his reach. You could also tell that even though he used names such as “piece of trash” and “shittykawa” to describe his said best friend, he cared for him in his own way.

Iwaizumi always had a feeling that his soulmate would be the more talkative one out of the two of them. He wasn’t reserved per se, just wasn’t one to ramble over things when deemed unnecessary. You on the other hand could talk for hours. Just from listening to your speaking patterns and tone of voice, you were bright and confident. You found ways to stray away from the original topic and talk about something completely different. On top of learning about your birthday, favourite food, colour, and basically everything he told you, he also somehow learned about your allergy to raspberries, your admiration for early 2000s movies, how you had a dog who you also considered like another brother, and now he was listening to you retell a story about how you got into baking and cooking.

You were carefree once you became comfortable. Your voice was captivating, one that made people always pay attention to whatever you were saying. He listened intently as you went on about your story, he hummed here and there to indicate that he was listening and nodded along even though he knew you wouldn’t see.

A part of him felt relieved to hear you speak so freely. While you never directly came to him, he could tell from your Twitter rants that you were going through a lot of stress from school. Iwaizumi may have only met you formally recently, but he’s listened to your taste in music long enough to have an idea about how the songs you were playing indicated your moods. You had been playing such gloomy music during the past couple of weeks but he was still too nervous and felt like he was overstepping a line if he became too upfront and told you to tell him what’s wrong.

Yeah, you were soulmates, but you technically didn’t know him just like how he didn’t know you.

Nonetheless, a part of him felt relieved at hearing the genuine excitement in your voice because he knew that at this very moment, you were feeling okay.

“-and that’s how I baked a cake to persuade my brother into not telling our Mom that we sneaked out to the convenience store at 4 am,” you said cheerfully as you recalled the memory. You had switched from sitting at your bed to now sitting on your chair and leaning your upper body onto your desk. You moved your word out of the way and had your elbows propped up on the surface of your desk, your head leaning onto your phone in your hands. A part of you felt giddy when you heard the faintest chuckle come from the other end of the line.

The awkward tension between you two was fizzling out and you no longer felt as nervous as you did in the beginning. You were slowly and surely becoming a bit more comfortable with his presence. Truthfully, Iwaizumi still felt a bit awkward. Not that he minded you talking a lot, he just didn’t know what to say and was worried that you found him boring like how Oikawa said he was.

He really was trying. It just wasn’t in his character to be so open about himself.

“Y/n, you know how dangerous that could've been?”

“Shh, my brother was practically a giant back when we were in junior high so he was enough to scare any creeps away. Plus, I already knew then that the elbow is the strongest point in the body so I would’ve been able to fight any sort of dangerous threat!” you exclaimed. “That is not a good excuse,” he replied in an unamused tone.

You huffed, “At least I know something about self-defence” you attempted to reason. You only heard Iwaizumi reply with a simple ‘tched’ which made you laugh.

It was then that you looked onto the clock at the corner of your desk and realized how late it was and it was also then that you remembered that you still had some notes that you wanted to write up before you went to bed. Curse University prep. You were so lost in your conversation with the boy that time slipped past your mind along with your other responsibilities. Just when you two had started getting into a comfortable rhythm too. You sighed sadly which immediately caught Iwaizumi’s attention.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked. You shook your head and removed your phone from your ear and pressed the speaker button on your phone screen. You placed your phone on your desk and stood up to organize the notebooks you had pushed aside on your desk. “Nothing bad, just remembered I had a couple more notes I wanted to finish up before bed,” you said with a hint of sadness in your voice. You wanted to continue your conversation with him and you really weren’t in the mindset to review your nutrition notes right now.

Iwaizumi paused to take a moment to look up at his wall clock and realized that it was nearing midnight. Iwaizumi felt a twinge of guilt inside of him when he realized that he kept you up so late. This was even past his own scheduled bedtime.

“I didn’t mean to keep you up so late, my bad” he apologized. You stifled a laugh as a tired smile spread on your lips. “It’s not your fault. Something tells me that you’re the type of person who sleeps early so I should be apologizing for keeping you up” you replied.

You suddenly yawned and stretched your arms over your head, “I’m gonna finish up and call in for the night. You should get some rest Iwaizumi-”

“Go to bed” You flinched slightly at how serious his voice got.

“It’s late, you can finish up your notes tomorrow. Studying when you’re tired isn’t healthy. Get some sleep so you won’t feel extra tired and groggy tomorrow morning. If you’re gonna stay up, at least go and make yourself something to eat for tomorrow so you feel energized”

You smiled tiredly, “I’ll keep that in mind. Thank you Iwaizumi-kun. Oh and thank you for tonight, I enjoyed talking to you and I hope we can do this again” you shyly suggested. You closed your eyes as you clutched the material of your sweater to your chest as you waited for his answer. Iwaizumi felt a sense of relief rush into him knowing that you enjoyed talking to him. A sense of his self doubt momentarily washing away. You didn’t hear a reply for a moment and it worried you that you might’ve said the wrong thing. But a couple of moments passed before you heard a faint “Me too”

You moved your hand to hover over the red call button on your screen,

“Goodnight Iwaizumi-kun, sleep well”

“You too, Y/n”

The ‘beep’ from your phone indicating the call had ended echoed through your room. You stared at your phone for a moment as it dawned on you that you just had your first real conversation with your soulmate. And yeah it wasn’t the large extravagant straight-out-of-movie scene you had always envisioned but that didn’t matter. What mattered now was that you had talked to your soulmate and you knew a little bit more about him and he knew a little bit more about you.

It was a start.

You yawned and stretched your arms up over your head once again and sighed in relief when you felt your back crack. Your arms dropped to your side and you frowned as your eyes looked down at your notebooks that you had now neatly stacked in your hands. You realized that you were far too tired to even open up your textbooks, let alone finish a couple pages of notes.

Thinking back to what Iwaizumi said, you could always tune in early for the night and finish everything up tomorrow in the library. Plus, waking up to something to energizing to eat didn’t sound so bad. It wasn’t going to take long and you figured you had a bit more energy left to cut up some fruit before surrendering yourself to sleep.

Content with your decision you turned around and made your way towards your door. However, just as you were about to step out you heard three buzzes from your phone come back to back. Curiously, you walked back towards your desk and leaned down to read the message:

“Hey, if you need someone to study with then let me know and we can facetime and I can keep you company. If you want to of course. No pressure if you’re not up for it”

“Oh and grapefruits are really good to have the morning by the way, they’re refreshing”

“rest well.”

a/n: hello! This chapter is very long overdue and I’m really sorry about that. I’m not gonna go into it but just know that this series is back and I hope to keep a steady flow of updates going :)

I struggled a lot with writing this chapter partly because I myself am terrible at phone calls but I hope this gives an insight to difference between Iwa and Yn!

I will be opening up taglist for any of my newer readers who would like to keep up with the updates of “on track!” Feel free to comment or send me a message : ) Regarding my current taglist, it’s been months and I’ve noticed a lot of people changed their @s so I tried to find everyone who changed their users. If I accidentally tagged you and you weren’t on my list let me know + inform me if i also missed you. If you no longer want to be added, then please let me know if you would like to be removed from the taglist. Thank you all so much for your patience and feel free to let me know about your thoughts down below :)

++ I just want to clarify iwaizumi’s initial care for Y/n’s well-being isn’t meant to be interpreted as “omg he’s falling for her already” and should be seen as just someone who cares about his soulmate and wants them to be healthy. He knows that YN is his soulmate and cares about her because of that. But it’s more of a platonic care at the moment. They’re soulmates, yes, but he’s not in love with her and Y/n is not in love with him (yet at least) ya gets?

yeah i’m just a fan of slow burn

I just wanted to say that just because I’m not confident in the way I wrote him 😅 thank you so much again for reading!

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shurisneakers · 4 years ago

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shut in [5]

Summary: When your high profile mission goes terribly wrong, you’re forced to hide in a safehouse with a man you’ve never met before. With seemingly nowhere else to go, you’re forced to work together to figure out who is trying to have you assassinated before it’s too late. (Sam Wilson x Reader, Hitman AU)

Warnings: cursing, threats, implied ptsd, violence

Word count: 2.9k

A/N: sam wilson nation how are we feeling after that trailer. only about a month to go for my two dumbasses to get the recognition they deserve!!

i also appreciate feedback so if you would like to, please consider dropping me an ask or comment ly guys!! also if you want to be on the taglist, it’s mentioned at the bottom of the chapter.

here’s my ko-fi if you’d like to support my writing <333

Previous Part || Shut In Masterlist

“Where are they?”

“We don’t know, boss.”

Their eyes glossed over with rising anger, masking its earlier aloofness.

“I’m going to need more than ‘I don’t know’.” Their voice was acidic, dripping with faux politeness. A bad sign.

“Police say they pulled off the highway at one point and then they lost track of them because there were no cameras.” The agent looked at his partner who only nodded in confirmation.

“They could have ditched the car before going on foot,” the partner suggested rather unhelpfully, “We have no idea where they could be”

They were silent, mouth pressed in a hard line, leaving everyone in silence.

“Have I told you about the time my dad hired someone to fix the sink here?” they finally asked, looking away from the agents. “Some drunk fuck got in a fistfight and absolutely decimated the thing. Dad got someone to fix the hole in the wall and the fitting.”

They turned away, facing the wall.

“He did an alright job, that guy. Fixed up the place, installed a new sink. But there was a problem that he said he’d be able to fix only the next day, something about water dripping through an unsealed pipe.”

The agents just sat there on their chairs, feet cold. They knew where the story was going. It was a myth at their organisation, a cautionary tale to everyone who joined.

“My dad, he agreed. Said ‘Yeah sure, come back tomorrow’. Guy packed up his bag and was on his way out when my dad called him back. Asked him to hold out his hand for the money and then he just,” they paused, “cut one of his fingers clean off. Told him that he’d get his payment and his finger when the job was done.”

“I loved my father,” They skipped a beat before whipping their head around to look at the two agents. “But he was a coward. I would have shot him in the head.”

The agents looked paler than what they were a few seconds ago.

“If I tell you to do something, either do it perfectly or don’t do it all because the next time you’re here and those two are still alive,” they sneered, lunging forward to grab one of their collars, “I’ll blow your fucking brains out. Do we have an understanding?”

“Yes boss,” the partner was barely audible, speaking for the one who was breathing heavily, looking like he was on the verge of passing out.

“Go on then.” They smiled, letting go of the agent’s collar as he stayed frozen in his place. They dusted their hands off before straightening up. “Don’t return without good news.”

The frustration of not knowing something was not one you were used to.

You were used to knowing. The satisfaction of a puzzle. The ease of a predictable pattern.

So when this mystery wasn’t getting solved within twenty minutes, it was starting to affect you. You spent hours staring at the ceiling, replaying every detail for months leading up to the case. Every client you shook hands with. Every coworker you greeted with a nod. Every vile sicko you had killed.

And yet, no matter how much you thought and rethought and rethought again, it simply didn’t make sense. There was a piece missing. A hidden variable.

Sam helped wherever he could. He offered up arguments and rebuttals. If you had a theory, he’d find the flaw or the lack of proof. He was keeping it reasonable. Only snorted when you suggested that maybe the president was involved in a large scale extermination of underground mafias. A absurd theory that had no roots in reality.

“You could point out any official on the damn senate and they would have some connection to our gang that you can dig up with one Red Bull and twenty minutes on the internet,” he had said. “It’s too much of a liability if we get caught. They’ll just get exposed for all the nasty shit they’ve been hiding under the carpet.”

You knew this, of course, and it didn’t help to be reminded of it again because it also meant that one more theory was ruled out. And with each theory ruled out, the further away you were from your answer.

It was frustrating.

Sam was in front of the TV, lounging on the couch with the copy of Pride and Prejudice in his hands. You were working on plausible solutions, drawing up flow charts to see what could be connected.

If Pierce wasn’t the common link then it had to be something else. You couldn’t proceed with the other spies theory because no one else immediately sprung to mind. There was one... but you decided against writing it.

If Ransone was telling the truth, and there was no way of knowing he was, Sam and you were unrelated and his being there was coincidental. You just had to rely on the employee-employer relationship you shared, if you could even call it that.

“Fuck,” you cursed loudly, tearing up the piece of paper and crumpling it. You groaned, holding your head in your hands. Your eyes were burning from straining it for too long and your shoulders were in pain from slumping over the table all day.

You took a deep breath, shaking your head before instinctively reaching for another sheet. Your hand came up short so you fumbled around the table blindly, trying to grab at a piece of paper without spending the extra effort of searching.

“You’re not getting another sheet,” Sam’s voice came from above you. “You’re going to watch some shitty movie, eat some soup and relax for today.”

“Give it back, Wilson,” you muttered, reaching out your hand.

“No. You can use your unhealthy coping mechanism when I’m not around to see it. Half of this is my mess too and I’m not going to watch you have a breakdown over it.”

He was going to be annoyingly persistent; somehow he had exhibited that magnificently over the last few days. You knew better than to argue with him over something that he had made his mind up about by now.

“I don’t want to watch a movie.” You let your head fall onto the table, wishing that the cool wood would do something for the headache you felt coming.

You heard him set the paper back down, not saying a word. Your head was throbbing and all you wanted was the frustration to ease. It was killing you.

“Come on. We’re going outside.” That piqued your interest. Sam had never invited you anywhere before.

“Where?”

“Y’know; the outside. I know you haven’t seen it in a while but see if these words jog your memory. Sun. Grass. Win-”

“I know what the outdoors is, Wilson.” You smiled against the table, not giving him the satisfaction of seeing it. “I’m asking where exactly we’re going.”

“You’ll see. Put some shoes on.”

By the time you looked up he was already walking away from the table, leaving you to follow.

You sighed. He sounded too determined and you didn’t have many other options.

Pushing your chair away from the table, you went to go put on your shoes. __

“If in care you were planning to, I’m just going to tell you right now that you can’t kill me.”

The both of you had been wandering along the path for a while. When you met him by the backdoor, he had a bag with him filled with who knows what.

He declined to tell you what was in it either, despite you asking thrice.

“Calm down, Keanu Reeves. That’s not what I was going to do.” Sam gave a short laugh.

“I’m serious. I know karate.”

“So do I.”

“Krav Maga.”

He hummed in agreement.

“Kickboxing.”

“Now you’re just insulting me. That’s level one.”

The path was littered with tree roots that stuck out of the soil, stray branches and leaves that crunched satisfactorily under your feet. One second of distraction and you were sure you’d fall flat to the ground.

You both continued for a few more minutes before he finally came to a stop.

It didn't look very different from the rest of the woods until something caught your eye. In front of you, one of the trees stood out. The bark had large concentric circles, resembling a large dart board. A few indentations were already made in it; clearly it was being used for practice regularly.

“Here you go,” he spoke from beside you, handing you a tomahawk. “Go ahead, throw it at it.”

You looked at the tiny axe in his hand.

“Think of it as adult darts,” he encouraged, “Here, I’ll throw the first one.”

He extended his arm in front of him, pulling his wrist back before effortlessly throwing it at his makeshift board. It was two circles away from the bullseye he had carved out. It must have taken a while to make.

“This doesn’t look very safe,” you commented as he picked up another one, launching it at the tree. You followed its trajectory, watching it embed itself into the bark closer to the centre than the previous turn.

“That’s what makes it fun.” This man had no regard for safety protocols. Given, these were things that came with the job but it didn’t mean you did it in your free time. “It helps, just try.”

“Why are you doing this?” you asked curiously, trying to assess his reaction. Pulling you out of the house for a bar game wasn’t exactly the type of thing people generally did for you.

“Because I wanted to.” He shrugged, not giving you any further explanation. “Try one.”

“Okay.” You followed his example, watching as it glided smoothly before landing close to his initial throw.

“Nice shot.”

A smile made its way to your face automatically as he handed you another one. You repeated your action, an unusual sense of pride establishing itself in you when it came closer to the middle.

“Now what?”

“Now we collect and do the whole thing again till you feel better,” Sam replied, making his way towards the tree and plucking the small axes out easily. His back muscles tightened against the material of his shirt in the process. It wasn’t a bad sight at all. “Endorphins and all that.

“Is this where you keep disappearing to?” you inquired, taking two of them from him when he returned.

“Sometimes.” He took aim before throwing it at the board. “There’s a few things you can do around here.”

“Your coping mechanism is extreme sports without proper guidelines.”

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” Sam took a step to the side, giving you space to take your turn.

“Have you always been this wise, or?” you teased, concentrating on the circles in front of you. Your shot came pretty close.

When you didn’t receive a reply, you glanced at him through your peripheral vision. He wasn’t moving, a thousand yard stare in his eyes.

“Hit it.”

“I can’t.” His fists were bleeding through the bandages wound around them. He could feel the tear in his skin, the burn of flesh against sweat soaked clothes.

“I said, hit it,” Emil commanded once more. Sam could feel his chest rising and falling steadily from beside him, his putrid breath making him want to vomit.

“I can’t.” He could barely stand up. Exhaustion seeped through every muscle in his body.

“You’re weak,” his trainer spat. “Nothing but a fucking child.”

“He’ll die.” Sam looks down at the boy, bloody and mangled on the floor. He had passed out ages ago but that did nothing to stop them from forcing Sam to continue relentlessly.

“It doesn’t deserve mercy. You hear that Wilson?” He leered right into his ear. “Do you fucking hear that?”

Sam flinched, nodding his head. The saltiness of his sweat was fresh on his tongue, burning where it dripped onto his busted lip from his forehead.

“So fucking finish it.” He knew that if he didn’t listen this time, there would be consequences. He didn’t want to find out what it was because he had no doubt it would pain a hell of a lot more than bruised knuckles.

“No,” he whispered, eyes wandering over the body on the floor. “I won’t.”

“What’d you say?” Emil straightened up, taking a step towards him.

“I said no.” Sam turned around on his heel. He could barely stand straight but the spite running through his veins was driving him, giving him enough energy to not collapse right there on the spot.

“He said no,” his trainer repeated, leaning away from Sam. “He said no.”

He turned to look at Ransone. Sam had forgotten he was there in the darkness of the room, observing the fight for the past two hours.

“He said no.” He started chuckling. His chuckles soon gave way to hideous laughter. Stomach clutching, tear inducing laughter.

Before Sam could even realise the change in attitude, Emil’s entire demeanour shifted. He stepped forward, forcefully gripping Sam’s neck. He shoved him backward until his back was pressed against the wall, no doubt bruising his spine further than what it was.

“Say that again, you fucking idiot,” he growled. But Sam couldn’t say anything. He could barely breathe. He was terrified, but determined not to let it show on his face. “When I say something, you better fucking listen.”

His trainer observed his expression for a few more seconds. Sam didn’t open his mouth.

His trainer finally loosened his grip, letting go of his neck.

Sam’s knees nearly buckled but he kept his balance, coughs racking through his body. He felt lightheaded, swollen eyes watching Emil walk towards the body on the floor. The only friend he had.

“Maybe this oughta teach you a lesson.” Emil flashed a quick smirk at Sam before raising his fist above Riley’s face.

Within a split second a guttural cry escaped his throat as he launched himself at the much larger trainer, taking him by surprise. The pure rage he was feeling had him seeing only red, the adrenaline steering his body on autopilot.

With their position suddenly switched, Sam found himself on top of Emil, bloody fists beating down on his face without a break. The pain didn’t even matter anymore.

“Fuck you,” he screamed, not giving him even a second to defend himself. “Fuck you, you fucking dickhead.”

When he could feel his trainer raising his arm to grab from behind, he took a pause from pummelling his face to grab his arm, twisting sharply it till he heard a crack. The roar escaping Emil’s throat didn’t dissuade him from finishing what he started, returning to landing a punch wherever he could.

He didn’t even know how long had passed before his body was being pulled away, kicking and cursing.

“You see how good it feels Wilson? You feel that relief?” Ransone held him tightly as he squirmed furiously trying to get back to beating the shit out of that asshole on the ground. “Next time you’re angry, remember that’s the only way to feel good. If you’re in pain, you cause pain.”

Sam’s flailing was reducing as the adrenaline wore off. The exhaustion was beginning to take hold of his body as he looked at the onslaught of blood splatter everywhere, two bodies side by side on the ground. He did this to both of them.

“Violence is your only friend. Don’t you ever forget that.”

Ransone let go of him. His feet gave out beneath him, chest rising and falling heavily. His shoulders ached as he dragged his body towards Riley, praying to every force in the universe that he wasn’t dead.

He was still breathing. Sam nearly cried out of relief, collapsing next to him. Ready to defend him if Emil woke up.

“Next time you want to let out some anger, come find me,” Ransone called out. “I’ll find you your next victim.”

“You okay?” You waved your hand in front of his face. “Earth to Wilson.”

It seemed to work as he snapped back, blinking rapidly.

“You zoned out a little there. Everything alright?” you asked. He looked at you blankly for a second before realising what you asked.

“Yeah.” He gave you a half smile. “Yeah, I’m good. You done with your turn?”

The light that was there behind his eyes a few minutes ago had dimmed considerably. He looked weary. You recognised what had happened, what he was probably thinking of. You didn’t bring it up, not risking the chance of him reliving it.

“Kinda.” You pointed towards the target where a tomahawk was sticking out of the centre.

“Damn,” he whistled, resting his hands on his waist. “Best of three?”

“Didn’t know it was a competition.” You went to collect it. It was harder to pull out than you thought. You wondered how many times Sam had practiced it to make it look so effortless.

“Only if you want it to be.”

“Nah.” You walked towards him, handing two of them back to him. “Maybe next time.”

“Next time, huh.” He tested his throw before letting go of the handle. Bullseye. “I’m going to hold you to that.”

You only smiled.

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The Oncoming Storm Part 18: Nemuri Hime

Liu Kang x Reader and Kung Lao x Reader (gonna do both, two paths!)

Kung Lao gets serious. But forgets to tell you all the important things. Boy, he's good at talking. Lol. Hope you guys are still loving the Lao time! Liu will be back soonish. Planned out his whole part last night and then the future. Question! Are you guys READY for the choice or do you want it drawn out more? Also, for the future of this tumblr, is anyone interested in oc x reader stuff? I have so many ideas that I have never shared Lol. Anyway, thanks for reading. Much love. Update Sunday!

Part 17 Part 19 Chapter Index

“They’re going to have someone in there keeping an eye out now.” Kung Lao kicked a loose stone on the walkway, arms folded over his chest. “So much for that idea.”

“For now. We weren’t getting anywhere anyway.” You were still in wonder that any of that had happened. It felt like a fever dream. Your whole life kind of felt like a fever dream now. “Maybe I was wrong. Maybe it isn’t in there. I tried to trust the vision and my gut, but it led us in circles. Nothing looked the same as it did back then.”

“Why would it lead you there otherwise? Maybe this shrine has changed more over the years than we thought.”

“You think so?” You furrowed your brow. He had pushed you like you’d been doing something wrong for a small moment inside the shrine but there he was, preaching his belief in you. It’d been easy to escape the frustration of not knowing where you were going with all that had happened in the shrine, but it was back in full force now. You were grateful to Kung Lao for not making it weird, but it was also a little weird to act like it hadn’t happened. You had a feeling that he knew exactly what he was doing.

“I trust your gut, Y/N.” He shrugged as if it were nothing. That was nice. You weren’t sure anyone trusted you those days so to hear it put so plainly as if it were no big deal was wonderful. “Let’s take a walk and rethink our strategy.” Together you walked around the shrine and along the path slowly, making your way toward the volcanic cauldrons.

Some were surrounded by posts and signs, expressing what they represented and why the water was the way that it was, but you didn’t stop to try and read any of them. Many of the cauldrons had small statues lined up surrounding their edge, placed there for prayer. You didn’t speak much. It seemed that rethinking your strategy was mostly just thinking. You were okay with that. Your head was still buzzing.

It was important to try and clear the fog from your mind. Between the disorientation of this place being so different from the vision in your head and then everything with Kung Lao, you were dizzy. You stopped before one of the cauldrons and Kung Lao read the sign above it.

“One of the hells of Mount Osore…” He was not good at silence, it turned out. He hadn’t been when you were younger either. You’d asked him once back then and he’d said silence was too loud. The dizziness became a buzzing, and the buzzing became darkness. You thought that you’d drifted to sleep to the hum of Kung Lao’s voice.

When you opened your eyes again, you gasped for breath. Your lungs were on fire, as though you had been deprived of oxygen for too long, as if invisible hands had reached into your chest and grasped your lungs to force all the air out. You lost your footing and stumbled forward but before you fell, Kung Lao had his arms around your middle and was pulling you back to him with a forceful yank. You lost your balance and collapsed into him, grasping his arms in surprise with a yelp. He held you upright.

“What the hell, Y/N? You can’t just do that!” He scolded. You gasped to refill your sore lungs and the ache began to fade. You weren’t where you’d been when you’d been listening to Kung Lao but you recognized the place immediately. It was the lake of blood from your vision. You turned in his arms to apologize but the words didn’t come. How did that happen? How had it happened? His expression went from frustration to concern quickly. You wanted to ask what happened, you wanted to ask him how you’d gotten there, but in your mind’s eye, you could see your body falling into that pool and the horned creature staring over you as you drowned beneath the red water.

You shuddered and covered your mouth. Maybe Raiden was right. It hadn’t felt like there was a shadow hanging over you until then when your body had moved beyond your control.

“Y/N, did you hear me?”

“What happened? What are you talking about? What did I do?” The words came out extremely fast, all at once almost. Bless Kung Lao for understanding a word of it.

“I was reading about that cauldron over there.” He gestured down the path. It seemed so distant now but that was the last thing you remembered. “And you walked away. I followed you and you stepped up and just went to jump right in. Right into the blood lake. Didn’t respond to me when I called you.” He tried to joke but there was an underlying concern that neither one of you could shake. “If you wanted to take a dip, Y/N, then you just had to say so. There’s those bathhouses.”

“No, no Kung Lao. I… I’m confused, that’s all. I don’t remember coming here. I closed my eyes to listen to you talk.” His low and deep voice was soothing, but you wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing that right now. “Then I felt like I was falling, and I couldn’t breathe. Then you and… here we are.” You gestured to his arms that still held you and you felt his fingers sink a bit further into the clothing at your waist as if that would protect you somehow.

“You really don’t remember walking up to the creepy blood lake and almost throwing yourself in?” His face was flooded with concern. You shook your head no. “Okay.”

“You believe me?”

“Of course I do, Y/N. You’re white as a ghost. Why would you lie about something like that? Also, you’re terrible at lying.”

“Thank you?” You couldn’t decide if that was a dig or not.

“Okay.” He exhaled and you watched his face contort as his tongue ran over his teeth. “In that case no more wandering away from me. You stay with me at all times. Got it? We tell Raiden as soon as we can.”

“Okay except that I don’t remember wandering away from you, Kung Lao. You were reading and then…”

“What do you think caused this?”

“I don’t know. I really don’t. Honestly, afterward I saw this part in my vision. I’d been choking on ink but in my head, I was drowning.” You pointed toward the red volcanic cauldron. “In there. And I could see that creature. He was watching me. I… I thought it was just my brain interpreting the ink in my throat but… what if… Raiden’s right?”

“You doubted that Raiden was right?”

“This has been a lot, Kung Lao. Accepting it all at face value is difficult.” You responded somewhat defensively.

Kung Lao finally let you go and turned away. He pulled off his hat, pushed back his hair, and then cursed. That would have been funny had you not still been coping with almost drowning because your body had decided to try to kill you. “Okay. We’ll deal with that as we go. I’m changing the subject now because I’m not sure how to process what you just did without talking to Raiden.”

“Smart. Avoiding the problem. Like it.” You were happy to go back to thinking about literally anything else. Up until now you’d handled all this nonsense with relative poise. You’d like to keep it that way.

“Let’s discuss strategy. What do you remember from your vision about the room where this artifact is supposed to be?”

“There was a well. The creature placed something inside of it and I heard this horrible ringing in my head. It was… sad?” It was difficult to describe a ringing as having emotion, but it had been sad. You’d had the distinct feeling that it was sad.

“Back up. What about the well? There was no well in that room. In fact, the whole shrine is elevated. There was a step down in the back for dining, maybe? Could the well have been in that area?”

“I think the floor of the shrine used to be level with the ground. Maybe they built over it? I read that it was abandoned here for some time.”

“That’s a very distinct possibility. Great. Now we get to desecrate a holy place. Loving this more by the second.”

“Or we can hope there’s a hatch above the old well or a way to get beneath the shrine without destroying it.”

“There are way too many people here for us to search that thoroughly without being caught.”

“You’re right. We need privacy.”

“And I’m all out of excuses, honestly.”

“The excuse you came up with earlier only really works the one time before it becomes incredibly suspicious.” You felt your face flush despite yourself. Kung Lao stood just behind you and bent over to be closer. You could feel the smirk on his face.

“You kissed me back so… didn’t feel like much of a lie.” He made a kissy sound near your ear and you tilted away and swatted at him.

“Stay focused, Kung Lao! So, we spend the rest of the day and then pretend to leave ahead of everyone. Then we can sneak in after the monks are at rest, right? Hopefully, we find an easy way to get to where we need to go.”

“That’s as good a plan as any.” Kung Lao began to lead you away from the volcanic cauldrons and you were grateful. The air was thicker there and, quite honestly, the more distance between you and the blood lake the better. “And if we’re caught tearing up the floor of the shrine in the middle of the night, then I’m pretty sure that no amount of making out will get us out of it without getting into trouble.”

“If we’re caught then we could try to be honest about it like I wanted to be in the first place.” You stuck your tongue out at him. “You could try it every so often. It works.”

“Wow.” Kung Lao sounded truly insulted but also laughed as if surprised you had the audacity. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Let’s just talk like adults for a few seconds. I’m not that little girl that you teased all the time. You don’t have to come up with crazy fake-date schemes. Hell, I’m surprised that you didn’t say we could only afford one room at this point.”

“Oh.” He straightened his posture and furrowed his brow. You nodded as if to confirm that he was far more obvious than he thought he was. “Does it really bother you?”

“Bother is a strong word, Kung Lao. Sometimes you’re just… all over the place. You go from pushing me too hard to not listening to me to having unwavering faith in me. Sometimes in a span of like ten minutes. I don’t mind the teasing, honestly, but it’s difficult to focus when I can’t tell what’s going on with you.”

“Okay.” He puffed up his cheeks as he thought and then exhaled deeply. “So, I don’t quite know how to act around you.” You were genuinely surprised that he was speaking so candidly. You’d expected him to laugh it off and move on. He didn’t.

“Why? I only expect you to be yourself.”

“I know. That’s not on you. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“You don’t always act like there’s a whole lot going on in there.”

“Wow.” He winced.

“Sorry, it was easy. I get it though. I have a lot on my mind too, but you are all over the place since you got back. You tease me like we’re kids, then you flirt with me like we’re very much not kids, then you push me when I tell you that I can’t be pushed anymore. It is a rollercoaster spending time with you.”

“I guess I didn’t realize I was so all over the place.” He laughed and you walked together again. The further you were from the cauldrons the better you felt. “It’s funny. I’m still a little shocked that you’re here with me. Little Y/N. My Y/N. Weirder than that is that you are the person I found peace in when I returned home to clear my mind. I never thought I’d see you again. I can’t believe I didn’t recognize you.” He avoided your eyes, and you got the chills but refused to shake them off. Him speaking so fondly of you in such a serious tone was freaking you out. These were things that you probably should have talked about far sooner. Instead, it felt as though he’d gone into some weird unspoken competition with Liu Kang for your attention. It wasn’t a competition. You just wanted to talk to him. “Your hair threw me off, I think. You didn’t keep it white. Same face now that I know. Cheeks aren’t so chubby anymore, though.” He pinched your cheek playfully and you scrunched up your face and swatted his hand away.

“I… didn’t recognize you either and you came into my store at least a dozen times over the last couple years. And the dojo just as many. I remember you fondly. You were always very kind with the students. And you look way different, I mean I can still see it, but you had these… dimples as a kid.” You poked the sides of your mouth. “They were so deep then. You still have them but they’re much more subtle.” It was funny. Something about his honesty cleared the air at least for the time being. “Also, I thought you were dead. So, I never considered I’d see you again.”

“You would have been crazy to have guessed it was me.”

“Sometimes I think that I have gone completely crazy and I’m in a hospital somewhere. That this is all an elaborate fantasy that my mind has conjured up to help cope with my madness.”

“I could see that.”

“What? The wild improbability of the truth?”

“No. You being in a nuthouse somewhere.”

You laughed and shoved his shoulder. He nudged you in return. “Some things don’t change, I guess.”

“I defaulted to sarcasm with you. Being together reminds me of when life was simpler. It’s easy to joke and get carried away but I understand that there is also distance with time and age and that this is extremely complicated. And that we haven’t talked about it. Talking about this kind of stuff makes me feel… uncomfortable.”

“What? No. I couldn’t tell.” You walked peacefully along the stone path. Across the way the monks were giving a demonstration and others were setting up tables for a meal near the white beach.

“Can I confess something?” He led you off the stone and down onto the white sand that bordered the beautiful, but absolutely artificial looking, lake. He offered you his hand to help you down and you took it. He didn’t let go of it as you walked together. Fun new game again: fake date or Kung Lao being affectionate? Your brain hated this game. Your heart hated it even more.

“That depends. Is it appropriate to say? Will I smack you when you make this confession? Will you be getting smacked and are you ready to risk being smacked?”

“Maybe. It’s hard to gauge how grown-up Y/N will react to most things.”

“Go ahead, Kung Lao. I’ll try not to smack you but no promises.”

“I uh…” He hesitated and then let go of your hand in favor of grasping the air in front of him as if trying to reach for the words to say what was on his mind. “I hate that you have the dragon mark.” You stopped in your tracks and Kung Lao stopped with you. Of all the things you’d expected, it hadn’t been that.

“What?”

“Yeah. Little Y/N. The girl with the gift, mom called you. You had enough problems. Now you’re here. A warrior chosen to fight for earthrealm alongside me and a bunch of other misfits with the same mark. Lost your home. Your life.”

“I could see your logic, Kung Lao, but I’m tough.” Your heart was racing again. Was this serious conversation better or worse than the rollercoaster ride that was Kung Lao? You couldn’t decide.

“Yeah, Liu showed me the bruises you’d left on him. I was a little impressed. However, you, just moments ago I might add, unconsciously almost drowned yourself in a lake of blood. Went completely gray, weren’t breathing, just walked over and almost threw yourself in.”

“Yeah, that is concerning.” He was right. The dragon marking and your arcana had awoken things within you that were beyond anyone’s control, especially yours. You were scared. You couldn’t imagine how it had to have felt to be watching it happen to someone you cared about. “You know, Lao, it’s probably not actually blood. I’d guess it’s algae making the water red…” You tried to joke but it was a feeble attempt. Kung Lao didn’t even smile.

“That’s not the point.”

You stepped in front of him and offered him a tired and forced smile. “I don’t regret where I’ve wound up, Kung Lao.” It was your turn to speak honestly. To say things that you’d meant to say and had been afraid to say for a long time. You’d kept waiting for the ‘right time’ but the time would never be right. “I’m terrified.” You searched around them just to make sure no one was close enough to overhear. “I killed people, Kung Lao. I never thought I’d be capable of such a thing. My dojo? My shop? They’re gone. I probably won’t see my family ever again or any of the people I associated with home. That life is gone. It scares me. Everything I knew is… being unlearned and relearned. At the same time? I feel like this is where I’m meant to be.”

“Yeah. You didn’t really get to process much of that, did you? Just went straight to studying and training with Liu Kang.” Kung Lao sounded almost bitter. You hadn’t thought about it that way. Liu Kang had been a beacon of comfort to you but was that healthy? Maybe some of what had escalated your whatever-it-was you were had something to do with your sudden lack of control. You were attracted to him, sure, in a crazy way even, but you were also vulnerable. Maybe the attachment between you had gone from big to huge because of it. You felt guilty. Liu. Oh, no. You’d kissed Kung Lao. Not just kissed him but kissed him. Things were instantly that much more complicated and messy. You had to talk to Liu. You had to sort out your thoughts. You had to do the same with Kung Lao. But you didn’t know how and just kept kissing them. It wasn’t like you’d ever been good at romance.

“It’s been difficult. But also surreal. Easy to forget some of it.”

“I get it. Really, I do. Because I’m not done confessing things yet.” He still sounded uncomfortable but urged his hand to your back and continued your walk. “I’m also super grateful that you have the dragon mark.”

“Well, that’s conflicting as hell. I’m having a hard time processing that.”

“I never would have gotten to know who you were or get to know you again at all without the mark. It’s brought me closure, in a way. I never thought I’d see you again.” You walked in silence and you felt your eyes burn just enough with tears that you thought talking was a mistake. You breathed through the sudden urge to cry until it faded.

“I’d like to state for the record, that you being this serious is freaking me out a little.”

“It’s been known to happen now and again.” He bowed his head politely to you after tucking his hat beneath his arm. “I’m sorry that I’ve been weird since I got back.”

“It’s okay, Kung Lao. This has been difficult.”

“Y/N?” He started, as though he had something important to say. He hesitated then exhaled and replaced his hat back on his head, tucking the strap under his chin. “Let’s keep walking.” He turned away and did just that as though he’d said nothing at all. There was clearly something on his mind that must have been difficult to share. You caught up to him.

“What aren’t you saying?”

He turned to you and searched your face with a glint of worry that faded so fast you weren’t sure if you’d imagined it or not. Then he smiled.

“I’m starving. That’s what I’m not saying. The sun is going to set anytime now and they’re setting up food so we should grab some.” He started back across the sand. You grasped his hand and pulled him back. That was not what he’d struggled to say.

“Lao, really. You can talk to me.”

“I know, Y/N.” He smiled so you let go of his hand. Whatever it was, he wasn’t ready to talk about it and who were you to say he should be? “Let’s get some food. You’re still gray so I’d like to see you eat.” If nothing else, he at least seemed less all over the place. What were you going to do? You didn’t know so you couldn’t think about it right now. You’d take everything one step at a time. It was all you could do.

#kung lao #kung lao x reader #mk kung lao #max huang #mortal kombat 2021 #mortal kombat movie #liu kang x reader #love triangle #liu kang #ludi lin #romance #angst #drama #intrigue #action #fantasy #fanfiction #mk liu kang

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dramaticlester · 4 years ago

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willow

Summary: Life was a willow and it bent right to your wind (inspiration from “willow” by taylor swift)

genre: angst with a happy ending

warnings: swearing

Sometimes, Dan just wishes he tried harder. Other times, he’s just happy he’s still loved by Phil.

There was a time when it was just them against the world. They were scary times but, in a way, Dan had felt the safest during them. Every single risk was taken together and somehow they all paid off. Phil was an anchor, solid to the ground and Dan just clung on for dear life, unable to sway every which way. They were a team, initially fuelled by admiration and love, later fuelled by passion and creativity.

It wasn’t that Dan fell out of love, quite the opposite actually. It was more that he fell so in love that he was scared of how deep he could go. There was a time when he couldn’t do anything without Phil being by his side and that was well and truly terrifying because he was a grown man, so co-dependant that thoughts of how he’d cope alone kept him up at night. The conversation hadn’t gone well, Phil was left hurt and broken down. Dan was left empty.

But they grew; like a willow tree. Strong and beautiful, using their roots to bloom. Their fans were loyal, sticking by them through the awkwardness and turmoil. They never really understood, though.

Dan had thought something was wrong with Phil for a while. He was...happy. And not in his usual Phil way, but something much deeper. His smile was wider, his tongue peeking out the corner more often. He was fresh and ready to work on his projects, never letting the strenuous hours of work he was doing per day get him down.

Dan was happy for him of course, happy that he didn’t dwell on the past. Phil still loved him, though in a much different way to what he once did. Dan told himself that was fine, though.

“Hey...” Phil started, wandering into the living room. It was 10am. Dan hadn’t slept, but he could tell from the way that Phil sat opposite him, his leg not pulled up beneath him, that it was serious.

Dan stopped his typing, peering over the top of his laptop. Phil was looking at him expectantly, his face pulled into an unreadable expression.

“Um, hi?” Dan said, raising an eyebrow.

“Dan, I’m going to talk and you’re going to listen, okay?” he said, lip worried between his teeth.

“Phil...”

“I’m seeing someone. He’s really incredible,” Phil whispered, head down turned.

The pain wasn’t instant, rather a numbness. It took over Dan’s brain like fire, his fingers tingling. He pulled his lips into a smile, what did he expect?

“That’s wonderful, I’m very happy for you,” Dan lied. Phil rolled his eyes at him.

“You’re a terrible liar, but thanks for trying.”

“I’m sorry,” Dan whispered. “I really am happy for you, Phil.”

“Doesn’t mean it doesn’t hurt though, right?” Phil said sadly, his hand grabbing hold of Dan’s. “This doesn’t change us, okay?”

“Phil, don’t worry. I’m not a child,” Dan smiled, squeezing Phil’s hand. The sentiment was nicer than Dan would admit.

It wasn’t true, though. Everything did change and Dan had to pretend it was okay. Even worse, Owen was lovely. He was tall and poised, hair a curly mop atop his head, not unlike Dan’s, with kind green eyes that quite literally twinkled, even under the dim light of Dan and Phil’s living room light. Dan had to sit in the living room and watch a film with them as they giggled, curled up on the one person armchair as if there wasn’t a whole sofa.

“I think I’m gonna retire,” Dan said halfway through the film, when the sound of smacking lips was almost too much for his heart to handle; on the precipice of shattering. He was heartbroken in a way he never had been before.

He stood up, muttering a goodnight in Phil’s direction.

When he was in his bed, he didn’t cry like he wanted to. He just scrolled through depressing quotes on Tumblr, liking a few and leaving the detecting skills up to the fans. He was hurting so badly. He realised he never had really gotten out of that pit. He was falling deeper, but this time he didn’t have Phil’s chest to soften his fall, or his hand to hold when he got a little too close to the end.

Head on the pillow, I could feel you sneakin' in

He could see people already speculating, but it just hurt his heart even more to see the theories.

There was a knock at the door at 12:07am.

“Dan?” Phil’s voice drifted to him.

“Phil,” Dan replied, his voice was much more cracked then he would’ve liked.

“I’m sorry,” Phil whispered. Dan heard him shuffling, confused until the corner of his duvet lifted up and Phil slipped in beside him, their faces inches away.

“What are y-” Dan started.

“I’m trying to apologise to you, you stubborn bitch,” Phil joked, eyes half-lidded.

“You don’t need to apologise, Phil. You deserve to be happy,” Dan promised. Phil’s hand emerged from under the duvet, cradling Dan’s cheek. He felt Phil swipe under his eyes. When did he start to cry?

“So do you,” Phil mumbled, tilting his head.

“I already fucked it up. Don’t let me do it again,” Dan said.

“I love you, idiot,” Phil said, his voice sounded sad now. “But I love Owen, too.”

“I love you, too, Phil,” Dan whispered, choking on a sob.

Phil cradled Dan, pulling him into his chest with an arm around him.

“Well what are we going to do?” Phil asked. He sounded so fucking tired; almost as tired as Dan felt.

“I don’t know.”

“Me neither.”

The more that you say, the less I know

Dan was lost. He woke up the morning after, his bed empty and freezing cold. He wasn’t thriving anymore. He couldn’t go on Tumblr or twitter without seeing his face and he couldn’t go into his own kitchen without seeing his face either.

That's why he was at Reading train station, his mouth dry as he recited his family home address.

His mum didn’t ask too many questions when he called. As soon as he told her, she told him to come to her.

Going back home was positive in ways, but really negative in others. Especially when he’d spent a Christmas with the Lester's once. His childhood home was cold and filled with terrifying things, mental demons and sign posts of things that made him feel nauseous.

“Sweetheart, I made tea,” his mum said, unsure on how to react.

Dan was already crying by the time they’d sat down at the table, telling his mum everything. She probably struggled to follow, but she nodded along and reached out a hand to hold Dan’s when he started clenching his fist, unsure on what to do with his muscles.

“Dan,” she said slowly, her eyes were kind. “You love Phil.”

“That’s the problem,” he whispered, using the heel of his hand to wipe his eyes. “That’s the fucking problem. Because he loves me, too.”

“And I love you, too,” she said. “I know it’s not the same, Daniel, but we’re strong, yeah? We’re here together. I know it’s weird for you, but I’m really happy. You’ve grown into everything I wanted for my child. You’re capable and wise and so so intelligent, Dan. Phil is your best friend, don’t let this ruin you.”

“I’m trying,” he breathed.

“I know, love.”

Dan had been ‘home’ for 5 days. It had only been him and his mum. They’d bonded and done things together that they should’ve done before he was 29 years old, but they did them. He felt..happy?

He was woken in the night though, his phone vibrating on the table rousing him from an actually peaceful sleep.

“Phiw?” Dan slurred, eyes squinted at the clock 12:07am

“Dan, come home.”

Phil was sobbing down the phone, actual painful sobs that tore Dan’s heart out.

“Phil, fuck, are you okay?” Dan panicked, jumping out of bed. He was topless, exposed to the cold air, but he didn’t really care.

“Dan, please,” was all Phil cried.

Show me the places where the others gave you scars

“Mum, I have to go,” Dan heard himself saying, knocking on the door to his mums room.

“Why? Are you okay?” she asked groggily. A mothers instinct.

“It’s Phil,” Dan stuttered. “He just called. He’s sobbing down the phone to me, he won’t tell me what's wrong.”

Dan’s mum had helped him pack his stuff and gathered him up into her car.

“Mum, it’s like a 90-minute drive.”

“Darling,” was all she said with a shake of her head. “Some things are more important than an extra 90 minutes in bed.”

The ride was tense though, Dan was constantly texting Phil telling him he was on his way,

5 minutes

was the last thing he sent before he was clambering out of his mums car and getting his bags out the boot.

“Bye, mum, thankyou for everything,” Dan said as she stepped out the car to wrap him in a hug, somehow managing despite her tiny frame.

“I love you, look after him.”

“I love you, too. And I will.”

He waved her off, jittering anxiously to get to Phil. Once she was off in the distance, he went up to their apartment, opening the door.

“Phil?” Dan called, dropping his bags down. He was about to go looking before he was pushed up against a wall, lips covering his own. Dan could still taste the salt of his tears.

“Dan,” Phil whimpered as they pulled away briefly for air before reconnecting their lips.

“I’ve got you, bub,” Dan mumbled, pulling Phil even closer to him, two large hands covering his lower back till they were pushed flushed together from head to toe.

They just kept kissing, but their hands stayed where they were. Phil’s embracing around Dan’s neck and Dan rubbing gentle circles into Phil’s back.

When they finally pulled away, Phil rested his forehead against Dan’s, sniffling slightly.

“Dan, I love you.”

“I love you.”

When Phil had calmed down, Dan had managed to get him to settle down in his bed to have a bit of extra sleep, clinging to Dan like a koala. Dan would never let him go again if he could help it.

“Dan,” Phil mumbled before he slept, yawning.

“Hmm?” Dan whispered.

“I’m sorry it took so long for me to realise. It’s always been you. I really didn’t want it to be, but it is.”

“It’s always been us, Phil,” Dan promised, kissing the top of his head.

“Dan and Phil vs the world,” Phil muttered, nestling more into Dan’s chest.

I'm begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that's my man

#phan #fluff #angst #gettingbacktogether #phanfiction #danandphil #dramaticlester

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trensu · 5 years ago

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Episode 14: The One where LWJ Sings to WWX, y’know, Like a Bro

WE’RE STILL IN THE BEST CAVE IN THE WORLD GUYS

AND WE START OFF WITH ~THEIR SONG~ PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND AS LWJ GENTLY WAKES UP.

And first thing he notices is that he woke up with his forehead ribbon on his forehead where it’s supposed to be (it’s right there in the name)

Wwx: oh yeah, i put it back on you while you were sleeping. I know how nervous you get when you’re not wearing it.

DID YOU HEAR THAT?

DID YOU?

HE PUT IT BACK ON HIM TO SPARE HIM ANXIETY

(You can't tell me that LWJ does not low-key have anxiety. Nobody's that much of a stickler for rules without being constantly anxious about breaking them. That's just facts)

Also, lol, the minute lwj wakes up, wwx is all “ah, must be 5am.” HE’S KEEPING TRACK OF TIME WITH LWJ’S SLEEP HABITS LOLOLOL

Now wwx and lwj are talking Important Escape Details

Wwx: yeah, went back into the pond and it looks like the Murder Turtle blocked off the escape route

Lwj: you shouldn’t be going into the pond with your injury

Wwx: i’m not that delicate!

And then he turns it around and asks lwj how well the medicine was working on his leg (it’s all better now, i guess?? idk he seems fine now. wq’s medicine is MAGIC)

BECAUSE THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER

Here we learn the official name of the Murder Turtle

Lwj: it’s like a xuanwu but not

Wwx: xuanwu?? *proceeds to describe what he knows about it*

Lwj: *is impressed and surprised*

Have more faith in your soulmate lwj. He reads! Sometimes! When it’s important!

Wwx: aren’t xuanwus supposed to have sharp teeth? Like Grrr

HE MAKES THE MOST ADORABLE GROWLY FACE I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE AND MAKES THE CUTEST GROWL SOUND AT LWJ. AHHHHH!

But also, he’s disappointed that the xuanwu didn’t have sharp teeth?? WWX, THE THING TRIED TO EAT YOU JUST YESTERDAY. BE GRATEFUL IT DOESN’T HAVE SHARP TEETH

Wwx: it doesn’t even matter what it is! It’s a big monster and if we kill it we’ll be Big Damn Heroes

So EXCITED and EAGER and he has this MISCHIEVOUS LOOK ON HIS FACE. Obviously he’s suffered brain damage

Wwx: and, ah, if it kills us, it’s okay bc it’ll be an AWESOME death lol

Lwj just stares at him LOL

His face is like, “this guy? This is the guy my heart decided to fall for?? Really???”

Okay so now they’re being all sneaky and gathering up bows and arrows that surround the pond and then they go back and get to work on fixing them and preparing for battle

We get to see lwj practicing the chord assassination technique like a BADASS

They come up with a plan!! Wwx will go into the Murder Turtle’s shell to coax him out of it so that lwj can then, idk, decapitate it with his Killer String.

(that’s...not how actual turtles work, but bc this is a magic murder turtle, i figure the rules don’t apply)

AHHHHH

LWJ DOES A THING

So obvs since wwx has to go inside the shell and lwj has to stay outside the shell they gotta communicate right and Ancient Fantasy China does not have good cell reception

Wwx: listen to me

And with that verbal cue, lwj does this thing that makes his fingers glow with spiritual energy and then taps wwx’s forehead which then has a little burst of the glow for half a second.

And TA-DAH! NOW THEY’RE PSYCHICALLY LINKED!!!

THEY’RE SOULMATES AND NOW THEY’RE PSYCHICALLY LINKED YOUR OTP COULD NEVER

It must be a link that only lets them hear what the other wants them to hear otherwise wwx would’ve found out lwj is smitten with him right there and then, omg, that could’ve saved us so much heartbreak later on

But we’re not gonna think about that right now bc i don’t want to short-circuit my keyboard with tears

YUCK, wwx is inside the Murder Turtle’s shell and it’s SUPER GROSS

EVERYTHING IS ALL RED

THE FLOOR’S ALL MUDDY AND GUMMY

THERE’S LIKE, FLESHY ROPES HANGING EVERYWHERE

DISGUSTING

Wwx: ewww, it stinks so bad i wanna puke *chokes back bile*

BE STRONG WWX, YOU CAN DO THIS

And now he’s bumped into some dead bodies

WHY ARE YOU PUTTING YOUR FACE SO CLOSE TO THE DEAD BODIES WWX, THAT’S A TERRIBLE IDEA. YOU WERE JUST COMPLAINING ABOUT THE STENCH 2 SECONDS AGO, AND NOW YOU’RE SHOVING YOUR FACE IN IT???

Oh noooo, now he’s found the Screaming Sword of Resentment that screams bloody murder at him

He grabs it and stabs Murder Turtle in the face which makes Murder Turtle mad enough to get out of the shell

We’re going to continue to ignore the bad cgi and ridiculously over the top fighting moves

...and the way he floats horizontally(??? somehow??) as the Murder Turtle tries to shake him off

My poor bb is hanging on for dear life while lwj does his Killer String thing

I LOVE LWJ’S DETERMINED FACE HERE!!

His brow is all scrunched up and his mouth gets all pinched and firm. SO DASHING LAN ZHAN, GO SAVE YOUR SOULMATE.

But oh no! The resentful energy pouring from the sword is getting to wwx!

Uh oh, I did not like the look of that grin on wwx’s face

that was NOT HIS MISCHIEVOUS GRIN

THAT WAS A MALEVOLENT GRIN.

I DON’T LIKE IT

STOP THAT WWX

BE A GOOD BOY

Lwj shouts his name, he’s so worried!!

And now we see wwx use resentful energy for the first time ever!!

In a badass move he starts levitating all the abandoned swords and staffs that littered the shore AND USES THEM TO STAB THE MURDER TURTLE IN THE THROAT

SO COOL, SO COOL

Murder Turtle flops over dead and takes wwx down with him INTO THE POND AND WWX IS UNCONSCIOUS!! NOOOOOOO

Lwj, ofc, rushes to his side as soon as he hits the water and rescues him

He gets him out of the pond and takes him to dry land

Lwj: wei ying, wei ying! Wake up, wake up

GUYS, THIS IS THE MOST EMOTION WE’VE HEARD IN HIS VOICE SO FAR

HE’S REPEATING HIMSELF FOR GOODNESS SAKE

HE OF FEW WORDS GOES ON TO REPEAT HIMSELF TWICE OVER

HE’S FREAKING OUT

Oh gross, we cut to the Evil Wen’s lair

C’mon nobody cares about whatever’s going on there. Get us back to the important stuff!!! I am Done listening to evil wens ranting

AHH WE’RE BACK IN THE CAVE WITH OUR BOYS!!

WWX REGAINS CONSCIOUSNESS!!

Wwx: lan zhan, is it dead?

Lwj: yes

Wwx: yes? (he says weakly, in disbelief, MY POOR WWX)

Wwx: is it dead? (why’s he repeating himself, WWX ARE YOU OKAY??)

(I mean, obviously he's not what with the murder turtle thing but I don't think he can afford to get more brain damage at this point)

Lwj: yes, it is.

Oh and now wwx is telling lwj about all the screaming voices he heard from the sword and asks him if he was dreaming those up

LIKE HE’S NOT TRUSTING HIS GRASP ON REALITY RN OR SOMETHING!!

AND HE’LL ONLY TRUST IT IF LWJ CONFIRMS IT FOR HIM

BC HE TRUSTS HIM AND THEY’RE SOULMATES!!!

Lwj reassures wwx that he did not dream up those screams

(Somebody should probably check him for a concussion,jic. I mean those screams were real THIS time but you never know!!)

(Maybe concussions don't exist in Ancient Fantasy China, idk)

Wwx is all pale and shaky!! MY POOR WWX!! Lwj is rightfully fussing over him

He lets out a weak laugh (BC THAT’S HIS COPING MECHANISM, DIFFUSE THE SITUATION WITH HUMOR, MY POOR WWX) and is like “who knew that one day i’d get to see the 2nd jade of lan look so worried?”

IT’S BECAUSE HE LOVES YOU, WWX, YOU DENSE IDIOT

Lwj doesn’t respond but he does look away briefly LIKE HE’S AFRAID OF WWX SEEING SO MUCH EMOTION ON HIS FACE

AAHHHH, LAN ZHAN, IT’S OKAY, DON’T HIDE AWAY LIKE THAT!! I PROMISE WWX LOVES YOU TOO!!!

WWX: lan zhan, i didn’t think i’d survive this

He whispers weakly AS HIS BODY IS STARTS TO TREMBLE LIKE CRAZY

Lwj: wei ying, you have a fever

And then he brings wwx’s wrist close to start pouring in some spiritual energy

SO GENTLY, WITH SUCH DEDICATED CONCENTRATION

BC HIS WEI YING IS HURTING AND HE WANTS TO MAKE IT STOP

AAHHHHH

WWX: that’s so soothing lan zhan

Oh jeez, the way he sounds when he says that...

And omg the way lwj looks in the blue glow of the spiritual energy transfer

AS IF HE DIDN’T ALREADY LOOK LIKE SOME SORT OF HOLY DEITY, HE’S LEGIT GLOWING NOW TOO

WWX: how boring...why hasn’t jc showed up to rescue me yet?

Uh, rude much? Lwj is right there

AND HERE WE COLLECTIVELY LOSE OUR MINDS BC WWX ASKS LWJ TO SING TO HIM!!!!!!!!!!

AND LWJ STARTS TO SING TO HIM!!!!!

AND THIS IS WHERE WE GET ~THEIR SONG~ ACKNOWLEDGED BY THE CHARACTERS FOR THE FIRST TIME BC THAT’S WHAT HE SINGS TO WEI YING

AND WHILE HE SINGS, WE GET GIVEN THE MOST WONDERFUL OF ALL FLASHBACKS.

IT IS A COMPILATION OF ALL THEIR IMPORTANT MOMENTS TOGETHER SO FAR

THEIR MOONLIT ROOFTOP SWORD FIGHT!!

THEIR COLD POND CAVE MARRIAGE!!

THEIR BUNNY LANTERN!!

BASICALLY EVERYTHING I’VE BEEN SCREAMING ABOUT THESE PAST 14 EPISODES

I’M LITERALLY TEARING UP

I CNA’T TAKE IT

MY HEART, MY HEART 💕💕💕

THEY’RE SINGING ~THEIR SONG~ AND I’M DYING OF FEELINGS OVERLOAD

Also, jfc, there’s no Heterosexual explanation for that flashback sequence…

Wwx: it sounds so nice, so nice, what’s the name of the song…?

AHHHHHH!!!

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

LWJ TELLS HIM THE NAME OF THE SONG!!

!!HE PRACTICALLY CONFESSES HIS ETERNAL UNDYING LOVE TO HIM

AND WWX HAS TO FUCKING PASS OUT BEFORE HE HEARS IT GOD DAMN IT

IT’S LIKE GETTING COCKBLOCKED, BUT LIKE, EMOTIONALLY WHICH IS SO MUCH WORSE WTF

And when wwx wakes up again, he’s out of the cave!

But instead of seeing lwj’s godly visage, he wakes up to that peacock jzx and is like “you??”

Jc shows up!

Wwx: where’s lan zhan?

Jc: he left

Wwx: he left?? But he’s still injured!!

Jc: so is everyone else!! And he went back to gusu so…

Wwx: but he--

Jc: A THANK YOU WOULD BE NICE

Jc: IT’S NOT LIKE I TRAVELED WITHOUT REST FOR 7 DAYS TO GET HELP AND RESCUE YOU

Now we got to go through Plot Things

We’re at Lotus Pier!! (where wwx proceeds to pass out again!! Get used to it guys, he does this a lot)

Then the yunmeng sibs have a beautiful moment together

Okay, we’re gonna pause here BC WWX IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE??

He gets all pouty and asks jyl to clean his face for him bc his arms are too tired and jyl does it bc she loves her brother

AND HIS ADORABLE FACE

HIS SO CUTE ADORABLE FACE WHEN SHE CLEANS HIM UP

I CAN’T I CAN’T

IT’S TOO MUCH

HOW IS THIS GUY AN ACTUAL PERSON THAT EXISTS

Lol, wwx is like, i wish you’d been there in the cave with me jc, lan zhan almost bored me to death

What a liar, lol

Like he wasn't completely enraptured by LWJ's presence the ENTIRE TIME

Oh yikes, we’ve got some screwed up family dynamics in the Jiang Family courtesy of m-yu and jfm.

For the sake of my sanity we’re gonna gloss over that

Now that the parents stormed off, wwx does his best to console jc (bc his parents, double yikes)

Now watch me as a break down sobbing when wwx makes A PROMISE HE WON’T BE ABLE TO KEEEEEP

I’ll be your right hand man, he tells him. Gusu has the twin jades, but yunmeng will have twin heroes, he says

(WHY MUST YOU HURT ME THIS WAY, SHOW, WHYYYYY)

After wwx says those things about the twins, he looks up at the sky wistfully and asks jc “do you think we’ll ever see them again?”

“Them” he says, like he’s not completely talking about just lan zhan

jc’s like how the heck would i know???

And we end the episode with wwx still gazing at the sky, dreaming about his lan zhan

I mean, we don’t see it, the dreams or thoughts or whatever, but we kNOW IN OUR HEARTS THAT’S WHAT HE’S DOING

This was a Very Heterosexual episode. For that I give it 10/10 stars. I would watch that flashback sequence with him singing over and over and over and over and over and ov--

Return to Masterpost

#WangXiantics #wangxian #the untamed #cql

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queen-of-bel · 5 years ago

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i think someone already asked for paz and kaz?? if not then them, in case someone asked for them, kandori and maki for the hc meme!

MY TWO FAVE DUOS EVER. i’ll do them all bc i could fill out a hundred prompts about them

Persona 1, Persona 2EP, general Metal Gear spoilers incoming

Putting under a read more because it is loooong (sorry in advance)

Kandori

realistic: Oh, Kandori was absolutely the one who alerted Nanjo to his existence in p2ep. I’ve written multiple posts on Kandori’s motivations, but bottom line, Kandori wanted to work against Nyarlathotep’s plans as much as he believed his fate would allow him to. Kandori had infinite strength and should have been the impenetrable stronghold that kept Tatsuzou safe. He is the only boss in the entire game to not have a low health stance, and he resists everything. He’s able to catch Tatsuya’s sword with one hand, as Tatsuya says:

“Kandori tilts his face out of the way, and when my blade grazes his ear, he grabs it with his left hand. All I have to do is pull back, and it’ll cost him his fingers. He gives me a broad, natural smile. However, even when I yank it with all my strength, my sword doesn’t move a centimeter. It’s like it’s caught in a vise.”

Kandori’s revival should not have been found out by anyone (especially since everyone watched him die the first time). But somehow, the word leaked back to Nanjo. It’s not impossible to think that it was Togashi who leaked the information, but there’s a line of Kandori’s that really makes me think Kandori himself was the source.

Once Maya et. al + Tatsuya arrive on the Nichinmaru, Kandori says that “all the players are in place”, implying that he’s the one who brought them all together like this. This was a very meticulously crafted plan, and it only could’ve worked if Nanjo heard of Kandori’s revival, which leads me to believe that it was Kandori, not Togashi, who spread the rumors of his own revival.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: Due to the high levels of contempt he feels for Tatsuzou, I’d love to think that Kandori just fucks with Tatsuzou constantly. He’ll move all the furniture in Tatsuzou’s office just a few inches to the left, or he’ll swap the position of some of the books on his shelf. It’s infuriating to Tatsuzou bc Kandori’s antics are just enough that he knows something is off, but he can never pinpoint exactly what it is. Kandori, meanwhile, insists that nothing is wrong, and convinces Tatsuzou that it’s just his old age getting to him.

heart-crushing and awful: I bet Kandori kept tabs on the P1 crew during his time under Tatsuzou. While he’s said to have an obsession with Tatsuya, there’s no reason to believe that the care he showed for Maki in P1 went away, and he’s grateful to the P1 cast for saving her. I like to think that Kandori found out that Reiji’s going to have a child, and stashed away a large amount of money (bonus points if he embezzled from Tatsuzou) to send to him, especially since Reiji’s girlfriend’s house collapsed. Kandori doesn’t sign his name on it or anything, so the money arrives to Reiji in an unmarked envelope, with only Reiji’s name written on it.

Reiji first thinks that it might have been Nanjo who sent the money (because that envelope is packed, and Nanjo is the only person he knows rich enough to send that much). Nanjo denies this, and after a while, the two of them come to the conclusion that the only other possible person could have been Kandori. Reiji thankfully accepts the money, and this whole incident reinforces in his mind that “Takashi” was the right name to choose for his son.

unrealistic: In order to cope with the boredom and emptiness he felt as SEBEC’s Mikage-Cho branch president, Kandori set up a secret room in SEBEC filled with video game consoles. During the height of his depression, Kandori would just be so engrossed in his games that he would forget he has actual meetings to go to. Cue Takeda apologizing profusely to clients, saying that Kandori’s running a bit late, and Takeda has to practically drag Kandori by the collar out of the little gamer den that he’s created for himself.

Maki

realistic: After her training under Eriko, she realizes that she misses painting and wants to pick it up again. She eventually incorporates that into her profession, becoming an art therapist.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: Maki really wants to be good at baking, but she’s terrible at it. You know, like this:

She knows that she’s created a monstrosity but at least it’s still edible, right? So she brings these to P1 cast reunions. Nanjo is just appalled, and has to excuse himself because he knows he’s just going to be too blunt (prompting Mark to call him a “dickweed” again). Yuka, having no filter, just straight up says how horrible they look, but then she offers to teach Maki how to bake, since she’s pretty damn good at it herself.

heart-crushing and awful: Maki definitely regrets not accompanying Maya to the Nichinmaru. She doesn’t blame Nanjo/Eriko for not being able to save Kandori, but ever since she heard that Kandori was alive again, she’s wanted nothing more than to talk to him again.

She thinks that if she were there at the undersea ruins, maybe she could have convinced him to come along with her. This regret is just going to add to the massive amounts of guilt she feels over the Mikage-Cho incident.

unrealistic: It took ideal Maki a while to perfect her “cringe” negotiation. When she first tried it, she would burst out laughing too much, absolutely ruining it, and angering a lot of demons along the way.

Paz

realistic: Kaz has constantly asked her to come feed treats to Nuke with him. She’s always agreed, because that’s the role she’s supposed to play, but she really hates it at first. Eventually, as she comes to like Kaz more, it becomes the highlight of her day, and she begins to really look forward to it. She finds herself prolonging Nuke’s feeding sessions, just so she can spend more time with Nuke and Kaz.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: So you know how Paz couldn’t stand Kaz at first? She wasn’t exactly subtle about it, so everyone at MSF knew that Paz thought Kaz was an enormous idiot. Cecile was so happy to find someone else who felt that way about Kaz (and she’s always wanted a reason to get closer to Paz), so she goes to Paz to air her grievances about what a pest Monsieur Miller is being. Paz, meanwhile, does not give a single shit. She still thinks Cecile is just a ditz, and now she’s irritated that she has to deal with both Kaz and Cecile’s annoying antics.

heart-crushing and awful: I’ve thought about this for a long time. I really have. But there is nothing, absolutely nothing that can be any more awful than what we got in canon. I have a lot of characters that fall under the “deserved better” category, but Paz takes the top of that list.

Paz is a unique character in Metal Gear in that she was not supposed to have anything to do with war. Other characters’ lives in the series were intertwined with war, whether by choice or by fate. Even characters like Chico or Sunny were born into it, given their parents and upbringing.

It’s never clear how Zero was able to come in contact with Paz, but I think it was intentional to never specify it. It’s not important to know how Zero found Paz, because fundamentally, Paz is not an important person. She’s nobody special. She was literally just some random orphan living in the US, and Zero went out of his way to drag her into his plans.

To me, Paz’s character parallels the child soldiers in Zanzibar Land. They’re both representative of how ruthless Zero and Big Boss were in their quests to fulfill their interpretations of the Boss’ will. Zero and Big Boss were both willing to employ any tactic possible to reach this end goal, and they didn’t care about the pain and destruction they left in their path.

But I digress...

That being said, I think Paz felt sick when she saw MSF soldiers playing with the mini remote-controlled ZEKE that Huey had built. For her, it was just a reminder of the duty that she had to carry out. She wasn’t allowed to be happy at MSF, and she eventually would have to fight to the death with Snake.

unrealistic: Writing Love Deterrence with Kaz and Zadornov made her want to learn how to play the guitar. In my totally self-indulgent “Zero and Skull Face both get brain aneurysms and drop dead 4 days before Peace Day” AU, Paz approaches Kaz and asks him to give her guitar lessons.

Kaz

realistic: The morning after the monthly birthday party at MSF (you know, where Kaz invited everyone to see the real Kazuhira Miller?), he’s embarrassed as hell. He been so protective of Paz the entire night, and it turned out he was the crudest person at the party. He goes to apologize to Paz, and can barely look her in the eyes as he’s doing so. Paz, meanwhile, can’t stop laughing. Her opinion of Kaz had been softening ever since he visited her when she was sick, but interacting with him during the party had really made her like him. Kaz still feels a bit of shame, but upon seeing Paz genuinely laugh for the first time, he can’t help but feel so publicly embarrassing himself was all worth it.

while it may not be realistic, it is hilarious: MORE 90S FOXHOUND PETTINESS

The first year that both Big Boss and Kaz are at FOXHOUND, Kaz bakes a cake for BB’s birthday. As BB accepts the cake, he wonders if Kaz has forgiven him, but then he looks down at it and sees

And these are the cheapest, shittiest cigarettes that Kaz could make, because you know his petty ass rolled them himself. BB picks up a cigarette and it’s so sloppily rolled that it immediately falls apart and the tobacco spills all over the cake and the floor and BB looks up to Kaz and Kaz is just smiling back like

heart-crushing and awful: Ohoho, I have many thoughts as to Master Miller’s life post-Zanzibar Land and his final moments. Now that Big Boss is finally dead, Kaz’s life loses all meaning. Skull Face, Huey, Big Boss, they’re all dead, and suddenly, the decades of anger he carried with him has nowhere to channel itself to. I think he becomes an empty shell of a man, just sort of running on autopilot.

So when Ocelot breaks into Kaz’s house to kill him, you absolutely know that Ocelot wasn’t discrete about it. There’s no way that Ocelot’s overdramatic cowboy ass didn’t gloat about it, to show that he was able to get the upper hand in the end.

Kaz just doesn’t care.

Kaz’s life is plagued with regrets. While none of it was intentional, his impulsivity and short-sightedness has really screwed over a lot of people and absolutely destroyed so many people’s lives. I think when Ocelot came to kill Kaz (and I’m going to toss in a bit of torture, just because Ocelot’s petty ass remembers Kaz complaining about Ocelot’s getting “too many kicks from his ‘art of interrogation’”), Kaz just resigned and doesn’t even attempt to fight back. He knows that this is a sad and undignified way to die, but he believes that this is karma and he deserves it.

unrealistic: Okay I’ve talked about this a little, but I want to add to it.

Kaz absolutely kept a Burn Book like in Mean Girls.

After MGSV, Big Boss and Ocelot make their way in the book as well. Underneath Ocelot’s picture, Kaz writes “Too gay to function. Also, cowboys are stupid.” BB has got 5 whole pages dedicated to him, but the line that Kaz is most proud of is “Didn't shower for a month... during SUMMER, and to this day still hasn't washed his hair.”

Thank you for asking!

send me a character and i’ll give you some headcanons

#OH LORD THIS IS SO LONG I'M SORRY #mg #p1 #p2 #takahisa kandori #maki sonomura #paz ortega andrade #kazuhira miller #also now i want to rewatch mean girls #i saw the shower quote in the burn book and immediately thought of bb #also how can you not hear the 'too gay to function' line and NOT think of ocelot #90s foxhound x mean girls crossover #is it a surprise that these two are my fave duos ever?#the parallels between them #heartbreaking #thinking of zero as nyarlathotep #very juicy food for thought #answered

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steve0discusses · 5 years ago

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Yugioh S4 Ep16: Rex and Weevil Do Not Understand “Rock Bottom”

Hey guys.

Hey.

So... kind of crazy out there, right?

Well, you know what they say. When life gives you lemons, you watch Netflix.

Anyway, Yugioh is racing down this canyon that should be going up alongside the 101 and through the middle of many cities. Don’t worry about it.

And then I found out the name of a card I haven’t seen yet and wow it’s a name.

I’m really glad that Rex Raptor, dinosaur enthusiast, has just no idea how to name dinosaurs and does so like a 6 year old child. Hornsaurus.

(read more under the cut)

So this episode is mostly about Rex and Weevil’s tragic backstory, and thankfully, it’s really not that tragic. We’ve had SO MANY bizarre and weird backstories under our belt, that to have a completely normal one is just...wild to me. They’re so freakin normal.

And on the way, our train just...

OK Train...anyway, I’ll do my best to show which scenes are flash back and which are not, but like bear with me because it flashes back like every other scene it feels like.

So Rex waxes long about that very short time in which he and Weevil were the best ever duelists in Japan (other than Kaiba, I guess, who they failed to mention in this flashback.)

(I used to have a very soft performance fleece sweater the exact same shade as Weevil’s jacket there, popped collar and everything, with piping outline. Don’t judge me, it was the 00′s, I’m just shocked that Weevil also shopped at Old Navy.)

(However I have no idea what’s going on with Rex’s three layers of clashing outfit styles that he has going on. A turtleneck under a thick button up jacket under an open fringe jacket is so much of a 90′s vibe.)

Up until now, bro has been PRETTY SURE every episode that Rex and Weevil are originally from America. I don’t know how I feel about being so right on the money about this one when the episode outright said that they’re from Japan. I don’t really want to out-Yugioh my brother, because at some point, I’ll accidentally let slip that in writing this blog I have accidentally gained all Yugioh knowledge, just like Noah did that one time when he was stuffed into that brain orb.

Just please don’t don’t ask me how this game works, I still have absolutely no idea.

Weevil and Rex had adoring fans in two-shaded polos exactly just like the type I used to wear in high school. But, their fans all left them the moment Weevil lost one single game against Yugi Muto.

Harsh. But granted, I feel like the people of Domino have rabbit memories and if you aren’t actively in the news every day because your blimp got abducted by sea pirates, then who the hell is EVER going to know who you are?

But youknow, Rex and Weevil are pretty sure that dodging getting murdered by Pegasus was actually their last shot at fame. It’s over forever. They’re done. Done until they beat either Joey or Yugi which...very specific, but, it would make you somewhat famous if you did that by simultaneously destroying the Caltrain.

And Weevil is like gunning for the King of Games title but...apparently no one in this episode wanted to mention to Weevil that the “King of Games” moniker actually went to Raphael?

That he needs to beat Raphael...not Yugi Muto?

Nobody?

Nobody feels like mentioning that neither Yami nor Yugi could possibly still be King of Games and that Weevil has no really good reason to be here? I mean it would save Weevil a lot of time. It would also save me a lot of time. We could just walk off this train and go back to what we were all doing before this happened, but nah, lets keep the lie going, because apparently Yami can’t bear to tell the truth, just like his host.

Waiiiit, isn’t Rebecca the King of Games because she beat Yugi in S1?

It’s the freakin Malfroy/Elder wand, it’ll be important in Ch 40 I’m sure of it. I’m sure they’re not going to just...forget...all of the people that beat Yugi before.

Man. Maybe that’s why Yugi is so hell bent on keeping tabs on Rebecca? Just to youknow...make sure she doesn’t tell anyone that she hella beat him that one time because otherwise Kaiba would have lost his freakin mind (again) that Yugi lost that title basically the same afternoon he came back from Pegasus’ island.

Also Rex and Weevil once charged for headshots and this makes them vile, terrible people for some reason.

Apparently this is a bad practice? I mean if you’re famous enough please charge for head shots, you need to make money between playing cards. Take it from this jaded artist, always sell out so you can save money for when you will absolutely get carpal tunnel.

Whatever. Back to Rex who is certain that he is not famous anymore because he lost to Joey.

S4 and still everyone is certain that Joey is bad at cards. Joey will just never be free from this.

It was beautiful anime food for like ten seconds until he did this. How dare. Literally though, how did he do that? Was that burger made out of potato chips?

Can we talk about what a freakin crime it is I can’t watch my Nick at Night retro shows on Netflix or Hulu? Like hell I’m going to get a third streaming service so I can watch and admire how bad “I Love Lucy” aged. I want to see how incredibly off-putting Fonzie is as an adult. But nah. Not even allowed. You can only watch Cheers.

Cheers. What am I? 65? Cheers wasn’t on Nick at Night. My Mom watched Cheers. Gross.

This show trying to convince me so hard that Rex and Weevils lowest point wasn’t when they were 5 seconds away from being set on fire and having their soul removed by Maxamillion Pegasus.

Like for reals, the lowest point for ANYONE (except for the Ishtars) on this show was when they were trapped on that island, without any camping supplies, surrounded by human skulls, Bakura pre-exorcism, and so many other duelists who were probably going to eat them had the tournament gone 24 more hours than it had.

The island that also had a basement that was entirely full of cultists who absolutely murdered a guy right in front of us.

Like when they finally got out of the island’s huge ass forest, their dinner included a soup filled with Pegasus’ eyes.

I would have gotten pissed on by like 70 stray dogs to get off that island, y’all.

So one of the best things about this blog is I don’t have to worry about the restraint of a.) looking professional b.) the fear of sharing my actual real deal opinion. Everywhere else I post, I can’t share anything. I’ve come to terms with this, and so I hide my hot takes deep, deep within this Yugioh blog and the only people who suspect my art rage are like...y’all in the corner of Tumblr who do not care about what I’m talking about.

++++++++++++THIS IS MY HUGE RANT ABOUT ART POLITICS AND ART BITTERNESS FEEL FREE TO SKIP THIS. WE’RE QUARANTINING SO MUCH OVER HERE DUE TO THE VIRUS THAT I AM GOING A LITTLE BIT HOUSE CRAZY+++++++++++++++

But like MAN I need to mention something. Both Joey and Rex are completely off base. Both of them.

Like I’ll be real, because of the sudden extra time I have on my hands, I was originally ranting quite a bit about art culture and stuff and I will admit it was projecting somewhat onto a TV show that was written before the recession and the gig economy basically came and laid a huge dump across the creative industry.

However, I really, really, really don’t like it when people naively say “I’m successful because I did the research, I did the work, and then I got a following despite doing no marketing at all,” LIKE HELL YOU DID, DUDE. And there’s certain places I go where this is the mantra of a hell ton of ppl who don’t believe in luck, and I have to just suck it in because they succeeded at a young age. Because inversely, if anyone doesn’t succeed right away--clearly they don’t work hard enough, right?

I won’t dig into real world stuff because that’s...the real world and the real world is a bummer, but even in the universe of Yugioh there’s this crazy disparity in duelers that the people on the top refuse to acknowledge and the people on the bottom have absolutely no way to cope with so they become insanely bitter about it.

Mai has mentioned that despite all of her hard work and success--because she isn’t the top 4 duelists of Kaiba’s tourney--no one knows who she freakin is. The card industry is so toxic, that even KAIBA dropped out.

And even without Kaiba to compete against anymore, Mai still wasn’t able to get in there to fill that void. The void that also has Marik and Odion in it, despite the fact that I’m pretty sure Marik will never touch a card ever again and might be back to living underground or on a boat in the middle of no-where. And we don’t even need to mention Bakura, right? Bakura who should have also been here to fill the void of fame, but his face probably only comes out fuzzy on camera like people haunted by that girl from the Ring. So we’ll just ignore Bakura, that makes sense, I can accept that canon.

But really...it’s just Joey and Yugi at the top of the crop when there should have been room for at least 4.

So, it’s interesting that the Oricalchos in this situation is the “get me popular quick” drug that will somehow give Rex and Weevil what they need for automatic success because I see people desperately looking for this SO MUCH online. I have seen so many post “This is how I got 100000 followers in 100 days,” and it’s always the same story that isn’t so much about hard work, but more how to game a broken system until all other competitors are invisible. And then there’s the hidden factor about...luck...that really offends people although we all know that it exists.

But just remember I’m not allowed to have this opinion that luck...exists...So if anyone asks, I never said this.

And also...if Rex and Weevil had any support up until now from these kids who have been stuffing them in the trunk for over a dozen episodes, they wouldn’t have done any of this.

So talking as a jaded Millennial, I’m not gonna judge you if you take your Oricalchos, if you know what I mean. Everyone has their reasons, and no one’s too good not to ever do it, lets be real.

+++++++++++++++END OF THIS RANT, WOW, I WANT TO SAY THAT WHILE SLAPPING A WHOLE LOT OF PEOPLE IN A GENTLE MANNER+++++++++++++

So I realized something. This cliff face is sort of an iconic train, but it’s the wrong train.

This is the Amtrak in the middle of Nevada/Utah, pretty sure. I know that shade of orange. I’ve done the Nevada drive a lot.

And part of the reason I’m even sleuthing into this is because as an artist I like to see where art inspiration comes from. It doesn’t just come from a void--they clearly did research and I just want to find out...how it happened.

So anyway, like I said last time, the Amtrak is in charge of the Caltrain management, although the Caltrain is not part of Amtrak. And so you get similar paint jobs--it’s just that Amtrak has blue topped cars, and the Caltrain cars are typically red. Yugioh safely did red, white and blue, which both cars do, to an extent, being American trains.

It’s possible that they decided to look up scenic trains in California and were like “this one looks neat.” This one is also named the “California Zephyr” which makes it seem super Californian but in actuality it goes from Emeryville, California to Chicago. Only problem is that Emeryville is North of Oakland, and we’re supposed to be taking the train “to the airport” when the airports are in Oakland or San Mateo. This train doesn’t go to the airport. You just drove by the airport.

This train also doesn’t go to Florida. Chicago is North, way north. This train exists to be a slow, scenic train for old tourists who want to sleep in cramped spaces or jaded millennials writing their award winning novel. It has no other purpose.

So, it doesn’t at all match anything story wise...but it looks cool. They would never take this train if the world was going to end, and Rebecca wouldn’t know it exists, but, it looks cool.

But anyway, onward to the next episode. I’ll be kind of bunking in my home for a while since my entire area basically shut down, so maybe I’ll get the next updates done earlier than usual? Maybe even catch up on my backlog? hm. Possibilities.

And if you just got here, this is all the Yugioh recaps in chrono order.

#Yugioh #ygo #Yu-Gi-Oh #recap #photo recap #episode recap #yugi muto #yami #train #joey wheeler #tristan taylor #rex raptor #weevil underwood #S4 #Ep16

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malenkayacherepakha · 6 years ago

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PROMPTSSSSSSSSSSSSSS FROM THE AMAZINGGGGG RACHELLLLLLL😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹😱😱😱😱😱😱😱😱 how about Draco who somehow can't find any normal jeans anymore and thus shows up to work in super tight leather trousers meant for clubbing/shorts/a skirt from pansy/a dress (whatever you prefer) and Harry NOT handling it well

Thank you for such a great prompt! I changed it a little bit but I hope you enjoy ❤️❤️❤️

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Harry had coped with a lot since he and Draco had been paired up together at work.

On the one hand, working with an unspeakable as talented and clever as Draco had made his life at work a lot easier, and his case solve rate had increased significantly since they became partners.

On the other hand, Draco could be a complete nightmare at times.

Draco was a genius, yes, but he was scattered, his mind racing a million miles ahead of Harry’s and his desk always covered in piles of notes and reference books. He always stole the food Harry bought from the shop down the road from the Ministry, even when he said he didn’t want Harry to get him anything. He had also developed a disregard for rules that managed to shock even Harry, who wasn’t exactly well-known for being a rule follower himself. Draco would happily bend the rules if it helped them solve a case, and would regularly rock up to work hours after their agreed upon start time, giving Harry only a cursory explanation for his delay.

But he was brilliant, so Harry put up with it all.

He didn’t say anything about the mess, just subtly pushed it off his desk when it began to encroach on his space. He started to order extra food when he went out, slightly changing his usual orders to take into account Draco’s preferences. And he never said anything about the late starts, knowing that Draco worked hard enough that he deserved to take a few hours back here and there.

And yes, maybe Harry was being overly lenient. Maybe if his partner had been anyone else, he wouldn’t have excused those behaviours.

But his partner wasn’t any old Unspeakable; it was Draco.

And if Harry was being really honest with himself, at this point, Harry would let Draco get away with anything.

But that didn’t make it okay when Draco turned up to the office one day in sinfully tight leather trousers, his eyes outlined ever so subtly with black kohl.

Harry nearly choked on his tongue when Draco walked in, earning him a raised eyebrow from Draco.

‘Please don’t choke, Potter, I’ve only just started to cope with having you as my partner, and I’d really rather not start again with another unbearable Auror,’ Draco drawled.

‘What on earth are you wearing?’ Harry managed to croak out between coughs.

‘Clothes, obviously.’

‘But why those clothes? Not really your usual style,’ Harry joked weakly, the sight of Draco’s long legs wrapped in such tight leather playing havoc with his ability to come up with witty comebacks.

‘Have you actually forgotten, Potter? This a new low, even for your terrible memory.’

‘Forgotten what?’ Harry was racking his brain but for the life of him couldn’t come up with a reason for Draco to come to work looking like that.

‘Oh, Merlin, I don’t know if I can deal with this.’ Draco sighed, exaggeratedly rubbing his temples as if to dispel a Harry-induced headache. ‘The raid, Potter. The raid we’re going on tonight. To catch the potions dealers we’ve been after for months. Please tell me you haven’t forgotten all about it?’

Oh. The raid. Harry remembered now.

They’d been working on a case focusing on illegal potions for months now. Whoever was making the potions had somehow managed to mimic the effects of hard Muggle drugs, including their addictive nature, and the potions were flooding the Wizarding club scene. After weeks and weeks with no breakthroughs, Harry and Draco had finally managed to convince their bosses that they needed to go undercover to try and make contact with a dealer, and hope that they would then provide them with a lead that could help them track down the mastermind of the scheme.

They’d agreed that tonight would be their first attempt at making contact with a dealer. Harry fully blamed Draco’s outfit and the way that the eyeliner made his grey eyes even more striking for his momentary forgetfulness.

‘Now you’re all caught up, shall we go through the final plan? Can’t have you cocking this up at the last minute because you’ve forgotten the details, can we?’ Draco said pointedly.

They spent the rest of the day going over the plan for the raid with a fine-toothed comb, discussing how they would respond to a variety of situations and clarifying exactly what they were going to say to the dealer to avoid letting it slip that they were undercover.

Normally Harry would be brimming with excitement in the hours leading up to a raid. He was much happier out actively chasing the bad guys than being stuck behind a desk, so he was usually chomping at the bit to go undercover.

Today though, his mind was all over the place. The sight of Draco looking like that, like he belonged in a dark club, all eyes on him as he danced rather than in a stuffy Ministry office was doing strange things to Harry’s insides.

The feelings that he usually managed to control so well in Draco’s presence were bubbling up to the surface, breaking free from the cage that Harry usually kept them in, locked away until late at night when he could leisurely explore them on his own.

It only got worse when Draco began pacing around their office as he often did when trying to puzzle out a case. The sight of his long legs striding around was too much for Harry on its own, but then Draco reached the end of the office and had to turn round to pace back to his desk, and then all Harry could see was Draco’s arse, so clearly defined in the tight leather.

Merlin.

Harry wanted to drop his head down on to the desk and scream, the desire building in him almost too much to bear. Draco was going to kill him. They hadn’t even got to the club yet; Merlin only knew how much worse it was going to be when Harry had to watch Draco dance dressed like that. There was no way he was going to be able to concentrate on the mission.

At one point, it all became too much for Harry.

Not even caring about the strange look Draco gave him when he croaked out ‘Be right back, bathroom,’ he dashed out of the office and down the corridor to the loos.

Once he was safely locked in a stall, he sank down on to the closed seat and dropped his head into his hands. He’d thought he had these feelings under control. Thought that he could just keep working with Draco as if nothing was different, keeping his inconvenient little crush tucked out of sight. But clearly things were getting out of hand. He didn’t know how Draco hadn’t noticed anything, considering how weirdly he’d been behaving all day.

He needed to pull himself together. Just get through the raid tonight and then he could have a breakdown in the privacy of his own home.

‘Get it together, Harry, for God’s sake,’ he muttered to himself as he splashed his face with cold water.

He returned to their office to find Draco still pacing, leafing through papers detailing their plans for the evening.

‘There you are, Potter. Where have you been? It’s time to get ready to go,’ Draco said in one breath, a sure sign that he was getting psyched up for the coming raid.

‘Sorry, sorry,’ Harry said, deflecting the question about his whereabouts. ‘I’m ready to go when you are.’

‘You most definitely are not ready to go,’ replied Draco. At Harry’s questioning look he continued. ‘We’re going to a club, Potter, not a bad clothes convention. You can’t go looking like that, they’ll spot us coming a mile off.’

And then, completely ignoring Harry’s spluttered protests, Draco pulled out his wand and began casting spells at Harry. He could feel his clothes shifting, changing fabrics and tightening in various places as Draco worked. Harry stopped complaining and let Draco get on with it, knowing that nothing Harry could say would convince Draco that he didn’t need this makeover. And, Harry grudgingly admitted, Draco was probably right. Harry was definitely not dressed for clubbing.

Harry fell into a sort of trance as Draco worked, letting the feel of Draco’s magic wash over him, each spell making his skin tingle and the hairs on his arms stand on end.

Soon, too soon really, Draco was done.

Harry opened his eyes as he felt the magic dancing across his skin disappear. He looked up to see Draco standing just a few feet away from him, a strange look on his face.

‘What?’ Harry said, worried that he must look stupid. He never could pull off fashionable clothes, and definitely not as well as Draco could.

‘Nothing,’ Draco said, shaking himself out of whatever weird mindset he was in. ‘It’s just strange seeing you look like that.’

‘Look like what?’ Harry asked, unsure whether that was a compliment or not.

‘Like- like-’ Draco said, uncharacteristically stuck for words. ‘Like someone you’d see out and want to pick up,’ he said finally.

Harry’s heart flipped at the words. Could that mean what he thought it did?

‘Ah, thanks,’ he said hesitantly, and then, taking a deep breath, he decided to take a risk. ‘So do you.’

For a long moment they just looked at each other. Harry’s heart was thundering in his chest as he watched Draco, waiting with bated breath for his response.

Just as Harry was about to turn away, his heart sinking in his stomach, Draco stepped forwards.

‘Harry,’ he said as he closed the distance between them. ‘Are you sure about this?’

‘No,’ Harry said honestly, letting Draco see how scared he was that this could go wrong, that everything could change between them, ‘but I want it anyway.’

And with that, Harry reached out, eliminating any space left between them. He revelled in the feel of that soft leather finally under his fingers as he pulled Draco against him, as he leaned in and gently kissed Draco.

Butterflies flooded Harry’s stomach and desire pumped through his veins at the feeling of Draco’s soft lips on his, at the sensation of Draco’s lean body pressed against his. It was better than he could have ever dreamed.

They kissed for what felt like hours but surely could only have been minutes, lost in the feel of each other.

When they finally pulled apart Harry was panting, trying to catch his breath, and Draco’s hair was mussed up from Harry running his fingers through it.

‘Fuck,’ Harry laughed weakly.

‘Yeah,’ Draco said, a stark contrast to his usually wordy self.

Harry leant in again, dropping small kisses on Draco’s lips and nose, unable to believe that he could actually do this.

Finally, Harry pulled back properly, resting his forehead against Draco’s as their breathing gradually evened out.

‘We should go,’ Draco said.

‘Go where?’ Harry said, mind filling with visions of Draco taking him back to his flat.

‘The raid?’ Draco said incredulously. ‘Have you seriously forgotten about it again?’

Harry really had forgotten about it, all the planning for the upcoming mission completely wiped from his mind by the amazing kisses they had shared, a fact that Draco was still laughing about as they got ready to leave the office.

‘It’s all your fault that I forgot, you know. You and those damn leather trousers.’

#drarry #draco malfoy #harry potter #drarry squad #draco x harry #fanfiction #my writing

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thisiswhatwereupagainst · 6 years ago

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The Forgotten LGBT Characters of 1990s Marvel Comics

Hey X-Men fans! It’s still June, still Pride month, so I wanted to talk about three lesser-known LGBT Marvel characters. They’re very obscure, and they’re all also all from the early 1990s. Like Mystique, one might consider them pioneers of Marvel becoming inclusive of LGBT people. Unlike Mystique, no one really knows about them, as they never became major players (far from it, in fact) Be warned, two of them are villains and very much products of their time and the unfortunate way that society was still treating LGBT people; Marvel was starting to include them, sure, but in very demonized, stereotyped ways. But problematic or not, they existed and they’re close to my heart, and I’d like them to be remembered by a greater amount of fandom. Who knows, if enough people like them, maybe they will come back in canon one day and be treated with greater sensitivity!

Shinobi Shaw (bisexual) - Shinobi Shaw appeared as the young estranged son of Sebastian Shaw, who abused him terribly as a child. While he looked pretty badass at first by killing his father (it turned out not to take, alas) he spent the rest of his time being pretty much a joke as a villain. He preferred to just get drunk and hang out with a bevvy of hot men and women than really do any villainy, and what villainy he did commit was largely limited to trying to get X-Men he liked (Warren and Storm) to join him. Seriously, he sent Warren an invitation to a Hellfire Club party on a PERFUMED card with a LACEY border written in LOOPY PINK INK, and wanted him to be his White King. He totally had a crush on him. Jubilee drives it home with a “Liberace” comparison just in case that was all too subtle for readers. And of course he was attracted to Storm because...STORM. All bad guys like Storm! That’s not where the hints of bisexuality end, though. And by “hints” I mean “on more than one occasion he’s surrounded by men and women who are in various states of undress” like basically the art is trying to tell us that he’s in the middle of an orgy at any given time. At one point, his butler asks him if he’s having oysters or snails tonight, which is an old-timey way of saying “women or men”, and Shinobi replies he thinks he’ll have dinner first, just so the readers are sure he AIN’T talking about food here. Also he dresses in a purple pirate coat and lilac pinstripe pants. I don’t like stereotyping but COME ON GUYS. Fashion bicon right here! Shinobi is definitely and blatantly depicted as bisexual, but he’s really not what could be called good bisexual representation. He’s not only a villain, he’s played up as simultaneously despicable and ineffective, as too effeminate and damaged (his status as an abuse survivor is not treated sympathetically either) to be any real threat, but still as disgusting nonetheless. He’s also depicted as something of an attempted sexual predator, but also as, again, not really enough of a “real man” for it to be scary, just gross. He’s also played up a LOT as a decadent hedonist obsessed only with pleasure, which is an age-old stereotype of gay people and bi people both, but especially bi people. There’s a lot of problems with Shinobi. But he’s still a lot of fun as a character, at least to me, and the hints of how emotionally damaged he is from aforementioned abuse and the implication he may have a substance abuse problem and that all this decadence might just be his only way of coping because he’s clearly unable to connect with people but WANTS to somehow...there’s a great character arc here waiting to happen, if some writer only sees it. Those familiar with the far more famous Daken might notice some similarities in design; both are the eastranged predatory bisexual abused half-Japanese son of a burlier, hairier, pre-established white male character. Of course, Daken was far more competent and became a much more major, complex character. Maybe Shinobi was sort of his first draft? Who knows! All I know is that as of June 19, Shinobi has finally re-appeared alive in Uncanny X-Men #20, and I’m hoping for more shenanigans--preferably in the flamboyant bisexual disaster Shinobi style! Mindmeld (transgender) - Mindmeld appears solely in X-Force #62 as a bodyguard in the employ of Shinobi Shaw. No alternative name is given for her, and it’s my headcanon that “Mindmeld” is her chosen name as both a mutant and a trans woman. How do we know she’s a trans woman? Well, we don’t. But she’s drawn with the same body type and facial shape as all the male characters are, because this is comics and there’s one mold for guys, one for ladies. However, despite big muscles, a strong jaw, and a distinct lack of breasts, she presents pretty feminine, with makeup and a lot of jewelry. The other characters (the heroes, no less) express confusion about her gender, saying things like “Now, Mr. or Mrs. Mindmeld...” and “What is your real name? Pat? Chris?” (get it? those are unisex/androgynous names?) However, only “she” pronouns are ever used for her. Given all this, I think it’s fair to say that these jabs along with her physical appearance are meant to hint to the audience that she’s a transgender woman. She could fall into some other trans category, such as non-binary or genderqueer, but considering this was the 90s (when those identities were less known) and being written by straight cis guys (the least likely to know about said identities) I think that her being a pre-op/non-op/non-passing trans woman is a safe guess. My bet is that her presence was meant to add some shock value and play up Shinobi’s own bisexuality (since it’s a common misconception that a straight man couldn’t possibly be into a trans woman) In any case, she was short-lived and ill-treated by both the story and the other characters, but I find her intriguing. She’s also very important despite her obscurity, as she’s the first representation of a transgender mutant that I’m aware of that didn’t involve something like shapeshiting or or bodyswapping (though her powers could swap the brains of other people!) or being an alien with no knowledge of gender norms, or any other “explanation” that accounted for being trans that had no real-world equivalent. She just seems to have been trans in the way REAL people are trans, something that thus far no mutant I’m aware of (save for another one-time character, Jessie Drake) has been. And I think she damn well deserves some love for that. Plus look at her, she’s just cool! Nocturne (wlw) - Nocturne aka Angela Cairn (no, not TJ Wagner, this is a different Nocturne) is the only non-villain on this list, and the only one whose sexuality was treated sympathetically, perhaps because it was only hinted at and her story was told largely in metaphor. Ironically, she’s also the only chracter here who is not a mutant or an X-Men character, despite X-Men being the publication that’s supposed to be all about embracing the different and downtrodden. She first appears in the 1993 Spectacular Spider-Man Annual #13, and had a few subsequent appearances before disappearing from the page altogether. Angela Cairn was a police officer of Black, Cuban, and Native American (tribe unspecified) heritage. As a lifelong victim of prejudice, she joined the police in hopes of using the law to protect others from being victimized. She is implied to have been in a romantic relationship with a fellow female officer, Jackie Kessler, and the two may have co-habited. After Jackie is murdered in the line of duty, Angela went on the trail of a serial killer who she believed was the same supervillain that killed Jackie. Following a false lead, she was lured to a warehouse where she was trapped and experimented on by one of the nameless mutates created from humans by Baron Zemo. Unlike the other monstrous mutates, this one did not seek to return to human form, and, for reasons unknown, wanted Angela to become like her. As a result, Angela was transformed in the mute, winged, vampire-like being called Nocturne. No longer able to live in human society or even explain to others that she’s Angela, Nocturne becomes homeless and protects those who also live on the fringes of society, including a boy who is the victim of a gay-bashing. Her journey ends up being not a typical superhero tale, but an introspective single-issue saga of pain and self-acceptance. It’s told largely in what I interpret to be metaphor for coming to terms with being open about her sexuality only after she lost her partner, which I write more extensively about HERE, and I personally find it to be a surprisingly deep and nuanced story---especially for comics, which are usually about as subtle as an anvil when it comes to whatever social commentary they’re trying to get across (not that this is always a bad thing either!) Anyway, if you read this far, I’d very much appreciate it if you would reblog! I think these characters deserve to be more well-known, and I think a lot of people will enjoy seeing their representation, flawed and dated though it may be.

#xmen #x men #marvel #lgbt #shinobi shaw #mindmeld #Nocturne #Angela Cairn

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sojuu · 5 years ago

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i woke up crying.

it was such a weird dream but i can’t help but believe that any dream i’m experiencing is truly reality and i end up facing it with the entirety of my existence, not a part of me knowing or even considering the fact that it’s all in my head. i hate it so much. i woke up crying and as it slowly sunk in that i was really just dreaming, i felt such a huge wave of relief like i used up the last of my shitty luck and somehow escaped into an alternate reality. anyone would think i had just dreamed of someone dying or something exceptionally terrible. but it wasn’t anything like that. just heartbreak. so familiar, yet it hurt, stung, and burned like the first time.

it’s been happening for a few days now and it’s something i’ve experienced before. i think somehow it’s a coping mechanism for my brain, which is always ( why do you do this ) thinking of the worst possible scenario for my heart and is trying to run through these enactments of heartbreak in the worst possible manner like some sick therapy or training that would somehow harden my heart and prepare me for the worst...or the inevitable. i’m not sure. i can’t say it’s ever worked though. i am still as vulnerable and fragile and prone to break down.

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in my first relationship, as i was saying goodbye to him before getting ready to return home from school before my summer internship, i asked him if this was a break or a break-up. his answer?

“whatever makes it easier.”

he looked sad but smiled anyway, the most gentlest i’d ever seen him throughout the entirety of our relationship, which was, in short, abusive. i ran to my friends’ apartment across the street and cried into their arms. they supported me and we watched moana to help me feel a bit better. i returned to my apartment later with puffy eyes, my heart a bit lightened. but i could slowly feel it sinking back into this bottomless sadness as i realized i wouldn’t see them for a bit. i felt alone and helpless, not knowing how i would deal with this emotional burden. i wanted it gone but i didn’t know how to get rid of it. i’m impatient. “it gets better with time” i didn’t want to hear it.

i went off to my summer internship in a new city. travelling and living alone in a new city is incredibly exciting but nerve-wracking. but i can’t deny that it helped to focus on something other than my broken heart. i arrived a bit earlier to move in and settle down, giving me some time to explore at my leisure. my room was small but the bed was set right up against the window, giving me tons of sunlight and an alright view of the city. i would watch the sun rise from the window many times as i either failed to sleep or woke up crying. for months.

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it was the same feeling as back then. i had dreams that i thought were real until i woke up and saw the sun of a new city flood the room and greet me, assuring me it wasn’t real. except...it eventually did become real. i dreamed that he left me for another girl, someone i knew and was acquainted with. they were always close friends but it never bothered me because, well, i liked her too. and i trusted him. or wanted to believe i could. towards the end of the year though, i had suspected something was up because he told me to leave him alone so he could focus on his finals and applying to grad school. so i did, because your future and your career are important. i stopped messaging him and didn’t talk to him or see him for a week. the next time i did see him, he was watching netflix and laughing with her. i was furious. am i the crazy girlfriend? he hadn’t talked to me at all that week and yet, here i found him enjoying himself with someone else. ( wow typing this out, i really do sound like the crazy girlfriend lol. but dam, he was so shitty to me i ain’t about to discredit myself and give him anything rn. sorry but 2017 and 2018 me were wasted on u. i deserved better u misogynistic asshole with anger management issues who can’t even take care of yourself. i didn’t deserve being told to break up with you from your mom, being told racist things, how she didn’t like koreans coupled with him telling me his mom just wanted him to have a nice chinese girlfriend. fuck you. o shit i just got so angry so fast lmao. repressed much lol )

they eventually started dating the following school year. he had apparently sought after her throughout the summer and when the new semester began. and to think he had the audacity to ask me to be friends again after ghosting me the entire

different story. different time.

i can’t say my dreams were realistic in the slightest. they were over-dramatic and honestly would never play out in real life like they do in my head. but nevertheless, i had my heart broken tons of times that summer just from my own imagination. and just now, too.

he’s my second one. we’re in a bit of a weird spot but basically, we’re chillin. we did actually date for like a month at the beginning of the school year but...things happened. he’s been working the same job and living in this city for years and i’m about to graduate. basically, if we end up in the same city, we’ll start dating again. but if not, it’s over.

i’ve been feeling really shaky about all this because i hate not knowing exactly where i stand in his life and where he stands in mine. we’re not dating but we’re not just friends, either. and i truly thought i could have a future with this guy. i still do, to some degree. but i feel like it’s too early to be thinking about stuff like that. i gotta graduate and get a job first lol. and i guess you could say the easiest solution to all this is to just find jobs in the same cities, which is basically what we’re doing right now. but i’m kinda having a mental breakdown about my career, what i actually want to do, my chance of even getting a job with all this shit happening, etc...

wow the more i write the more ridiculous i sound to myself. i think since it’s been like an hour since i woke up, my sad feelings have like dissipated or something lmao. idk. i feel better but also like...disappointed in myself? i think i just need a therapist to be honest. i thought i was over all the shit that happened in my previous relationship but clearly not. my brain is sabotaging itself with this weird dreaming heartbreak training again because that’s just the shitty way it works. but that doesn’t mean those two people in my life are the same. am i exhibiting the same behavior because i see similarities between them or because i just don’t know any other way to cope? because they are definitely very different people. it’s just...they both broke my trust. i guess that’s one similarity. did it involve other people? yeah. another similarity. hmm, maybe i’m not that crazy after all. i always feel like i overthink and overreact. and i do. i honestly do and i can acknowledge that. but typing this out, i can see why my brain would return to the same coping mechanism.

i should just end it. if i’m having thoughts about him like this, if my trust in him isn’t what it used to be, then maybe this just ain’t it...is what i’ve been thinking at the back of my head for a while. but am i giving up on something that could be? relationships are hard to make work, even good ones. they require trust and work both ways, i know that. communication, understanding, sympathy, vulnerability...all those things and even more. and yet, i can’t really ask for any of that right now since we’re not even at that point. we’re not dating. we’re just chillin. friends with benefits? maybe. but there are definitely strings attached since we, uh, did actually date at some point. idk. i can still see a future with this guy but maybe not now maybe in like...a few years? when i figure out a better way of handling myself? when i get a therapist? when the rest of my life is a bit more figured out? when this virus isn’t wrecking my motivation, mental state, grades, productivity, etc.?

idk man

i just wanted to write down what i dreamed but it ended up being a rant anyway.

i dreamed that he showed me a song. it was kinda like a love song? and we sang it together. and then he told me was gonna sing it to another girl and had all these things prepared to confess to her. i was confused. i thought we were dating. i thought we were together? was this a different timeline? we had a hangout place. it was shaped like a huge glass bottle but twisted towards the top. i cried and ran into the glass bottle building and up the twirling staircase and sang the song. he followed me and gave me a hug while i was crying. there’s an abandoned shopping cart outside of the building. i don’t know why. he goes back downstairs and leaves. i am devastated and crying and singing the song. and then i wake up.

i don’t even remember what the song sounded like.

i feel more normal now. i really need to take a shit tho.

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rinusagitora · 6 years ago

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Our rites of passage.

Fandom: Bleach

Characters: Momo Hinamori, Tetsuzaemon Iba

Pairings: IbaHina, mentioned badship AiHina

Words: 3,400+

Summary: Post TYBW. WARNINGS--- shameless smut, mentioned sexual abuse; Momo is an impossibly lonely woman, with needs. Naturally she has to project those needs.

AO3: works/20429852

Momo was broken for almost five decades. Those days, she had little interest in romance. There was nothing for her after Sousuke.

She reentered the social hemisphere, however, just two years after Sousuke’s incarceration. She spent some evenings with Rangiku and Nanao once in awhile, but Momo rarely went out-out with anyone into the world, where there were plays and music and restaurants.

Her work was her life. Her friends were her coworkers.

Her and Tetsuzaemon hadn’t spoken much in the past. When it was just Momo and him in the conference room, thirty minutes early to a meeting which they didn’t get the memo that it was postponed, they were both professional enough to carry on a conversation.

“It’s hard being without a captain,” Tetsuzaemon said. “I’m managing, but at the cost of long hours.”

“It’s going to be hard. Just remember that you have friends who are more than happy to help. For the time being, you’re going to have to delegate. You’re all going to have a lot of slack to pick up in Komamura’s absence.”

“How did you do it?”

“With help. Hitsugaya-taichou and I split the duties, and I delegated of course.”

"Sensible," Tetsuzaemon replied. "Thank you for your advice."

"Of course."

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Momo was easily qualified as a lonely woman. She hadn't dated anyone other than Sousuke in decades, and that relationship was far from satisfactory in hindsight. Her outings were in the commissary cafeteria, across the table from her peers. Tetsuzaemon was a good friend, like Rangiku and Nanao, but it became more apparent how empty Momo's life was the more time she spent with him. It made her sad. Sadder too that she couldn't get a read on Tetsuzaemon with those damn sunglasses in the way when she knew just how apparent her moods were.

"Are you okay?" he inquired.

"Of course. Just… contemplating."

"A penny for your thoughts?"

The only other person Momo disclosed anything to was Rangiku. She was reluctant to disclose anything to Tetsuzaemon, since everything Momo felt seemed catastrophic and gargantuan. He was one of the strongest men Momo knew, but the sordid details of her history weren't easily burdened by even the widest shoulders and thickest arms.

Still. She imposed, again and again. It must have exhausted many to not know what had her face constantly twisted.

"You'll think I'm awfully silly," she said, "but I miss Sousuke Aizen. I knew how to comport myself then. These days, I'm not even sure how to talk to friends without instinctually needing a wall of… I'm not sure. Secrecy, I suppose. It's difficult to describe." Momo frowned. "I apologize. I didn't mean to overshare."

Tetsuzaemon reached across the table and held her hand under his. "You have nothing to worry about. I won't say I understand your anxiety, but I value our friendship. I only asked because I wanted to help."

Momo gave him a smile. "Thank you," she replied. "That means a lot to me. If we're friends, though, may I call you Tetsuzaemon?"

"May I call you Momo?"

"Of course."

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Momo swore up and down her own body conspired to kill her. If her lungs weren't so tight, her brain refused to slow down and let her sleep. She felt like she wasted away every night.

His godforsaken face strobed on the back of her eyelids. His cruel smile, the emptiness in his eyes. Sousuke was like a fucking monster, yet when Momo was desperate for someone's touch, anyone's touch, she couldn't help but relive her own rape again and again. Her own mind assaulted her with the pain and claustrophobia, and what was worse, it interrupted her everytime she masturbated.

Everytime, she fought to ignore potent and poignant memory, but it was difficult. It slipped into her mind, like Tetsuzaemon did that night. Momo felt as guilty as she did aroused.

His chiselled jaw and big grin somehow overlayed Sousuke's as she worked her clit with the head of her purple dildo. Somehow, his arms pushed away Sousuke's, and Momo needed her body pillow to cuddle in place of his body. It was far too soft and narrow to emulate Tetsuzaemon's physique, but it worked.

Heat accumulated between her body and her pillow as she slid her dildo between her moistened folds. Her legs quivered as she pictured it was his cock that rubbed her in preparation. He was so gentlemanly, Momo could picture his forehead against her own, could almost hear his compliments and consolation.

Momo pushed her toy inside her. She choked, fell onto her back, moaned for Tetsuzaemon. With one hand, she held the top of her body pillow against her neck, like Tetsuzaemon had his face buried away, and slowly fucked herself. The dildo was hard as rock. The longer the thrust, the better it scratched her bundle of nerves.

"Fuck, Tetsuzaemon," Momo whimpered. She picked up the pace as fast as she could push it in. Her legs involuntarily tensed around her hand, so Momo folded her body pillow, straddled the bottom half as a base for her dildo, and hugged the top. Tetsuzaemon's phantom arms assisted her. Momo imagined her nipples scraped against his muscular chest, so receptive from years of neglect, she felt their heat mingle, his hands in her hair.

Momo slammed with finality onto her dildo. Her orgasm locked every part of her for a good half minute where she only shook. It passed much too soon, and much too soon her self-loathe returned. She was so sickened with her own deviancy, to masturbate to an unsuspecting friend, she burst into tears, huddled up against the wall, and wished for someone to strike her bloody.

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"I'm pleased to announce we will be promoting Tetsuzaemon Iba to the captain position."

Momo smiled at Tetsuzaemon. She was proud of his promotion to nanabantai. She was also saddened, however, since they would see less of each other. She should've been relieved, since it would get him out of her head and her hazy states of arousal, but Momo was a selfish person. Change meant she had to cope with worsened loneliness. But Momo wanted to be a good friend. When the meeting was dismissed, she caught up to Tetsuzaemon to personally congratulate him.

"Hello. I'm glad you were selected for the position. No one is better suited," she said. "I would like you to come with me for tea to celebrate. I'm sure you will be drinking with friends, so I'll let you be sober for them."

"It would be my pleasure, Momo."

He offered Momo his elbow, and she courteously accepted. She tried to ignore the night she jacked off with him in mind as they walked. Thankfully, she was successful since Tetsuzaemon and her conversed easily.

"My mother was absolutely thrilled when I told her. Never seen her so proud."

"She ought to be," Momo said. "You always work so hard…. Don't forget about all us when you're busy in the big leagues."

"Momo… we're still friends. I'm sure we'll still have time to spend with each other. It's just a promotion."

She smiled. Momo hoped that was the case, because good things in her life seemed to slip away. She was the hive of terrible evils. She would understand if they drifted, but she would've been terribly sad.

They sat, they sipped tea, they joked and talked.

“Let’s finish up here. I bought this new sake I’d like to try with you. I know you don’t drink, but… I’d like to offer, nonetheless.”

Momo smiled. “Whatever happened to sobriety and celebrating with other friends?"

"A taste wouldn’t hurt. To celebrate.”

Tetsuzaemon and Momo paid for their tea and left. When they came upon his barracks, he unlocked the door, and he followed her after he gestured her inside.

“A humble place,” she remarked, since it was the first time Momo had ever been in his home before. There were pictures of his family on the walls, vases filled with flowers in the windows. “Surprisingly personal for a man.”

“My mother sends me decorations now and again. Come, sit,” Tetsuzaemon replied. Momo sat as asked of her. Tetsuzaemon returned a moment later with a pitcher of guava-flavored sake.

“To friendship,” he toasted.

“To your success,” she replied.

They both drank. He drank surprisingly little. They were silent. Momo hadn’t been out for so long before, like a naughty child out past curfew. She scolded herself. She was an adult who could stay out as long as she wanted with whoever she wanted.

It was definitely the booze, but Momo’s rebellious feelings made her want to kiss Tetsuzaemon, maybe drink naked with him. A jab to Sousuke’s tyranny.

"I had a dream the other night. We slept together," Tetsuzaemon announced like magic, "I've felt bad about it for awhile now."

Momo was relieved. Flattered. It felt nice to be lusted after, to be naughty. “I’ve had fantasies too. You are exorbitantly handsome, and more so sweet. I don’t think I love you, Tetsuzaemon, but… we’re adults. We have needs. We’ve projected them onto each other since there’s no one else to.”

“Are we good enough friends to help each other meet our needs?” Tetsuzaemon asked.

Momo delicately put aside his dishware. Tetsuzaemon watched her unreadably. She sat on the table in front of him, with her legs spread, and she batted her bedroom eyes at him. “Let’s find out. Please undress me.” Tell her she was beautiful, she inwardly pleaded.

Tetsuzaemon gingerly pushed her yukata off her shoulders. It slid down to her waist. Her shame, her breasts and ugly, pink scar, were in full view for his judgement.

“I’ve wanted to see this for awhile now,” he said reverently. “You are as beautiful as I could imagine.”

His calloused finger stroked the underside of Momo’s breasts. How Momo missed the touch of another human being, so carnal, licentious. Sousuke never touched her like Tetsuzaemon did. As he played with her nipples, brown like caramel, Momo pulled his sunglasses off his angled face and set them aside. His eyes were thin and almost black. They smouldered with hunger for her. Hungered so much he took her breasts in his hands and suckled. She moaned helplessly, only able to clutch the back of his neck. He held her tightly, his tongue happily played with her bosom, and Momo felt adored more than ever before. She was drunk off the attention.

“Give me your cock,” Momo ordered, “I’ll take care of you.”

“Sweet Mother of God,” he cursed. He was only partially erect, but halfway so, from her breasts and filthy mouth alone. Tetsuzaemon stood, bent at the knees to accommodate the distance between her mouth and his cock. She stroked him with her fist. His hips bobbed back and forth with her. He grew to full mast with Momo’s administrations. Tetsuzaemon was inarguably behemoth. His cock touch his belly button when fully erect, and it was so thick Momo’s fingers couldn’t wrap around it.

Precum seeped from the head. Momo touched a finger to it, and it came away with a string. She touched his precum to her tongue. It wasn’t terrible, but how it made Tetsuzaemon grunt from the mere sight, she decided it was worth the unremarkable taste of cum to suck him off. Momo leaned forward and swallowed him whole. She gagged when it hit the back of her throat, but she was a quick study, and figured out how to breathe through her nose in time with her head bobs.

“Fuck… you are amazing,” Tetsuzaemon groaned breathlessly. His fingers combed through her hair. He held it from the back of her head like a handle and fucked her mouth independently. She loved his forcefulness. It wasn’t like Sousuke’s, who relished her discomfort. Tetsuzaemon’s dominance was all need and adoration. He needed Momo for release.

She loved it so much she peeled her eyes open, pushed herself off, and grinned as precum dribbled down her chin. “I want to try something,” she said as she untied her obi. Tetsuzaemon wordlessly watched as Momo pushed her hakama off, spun on the table and laid on her back so her head pointed towards his crotch and he had full view of her as she masturbated.

“I need you to fuck my mouth.”

Tetsuzaemon wasted no time. He braced her head in his hands, shoved his cock into her mouth, and fucked her face. Her fingers fervently circled her clitoris. It drove him wild. Tetsuzaemon quickened, and seconds later, his cum pumped down her throat, thick and warm. She milked him with her free hand for every drop, and he shook like tremors overcame his legs.

Finally, he pulled out of her mouth, shiny from his cum and her saliva. Momo proudly scraped the vestiges of his cum back onto her tongue.

“Was I good?” Momo cooed.

“You were… you were outstanding.” Tetsuzaemon looked down at his still-hard member. “Holy shit, I want more….”

Momo grinned. “Are you gonna fuck me?” she asked.

“I’m going to fuck you everywhere I can, until you’re so fucked up, you’re gonna need me to carry you to work.”

Momo squealed in delight as Tetsuzaemon pushed her back onto the table, pulled her legs over his shoulders, and pushed himself inside of her. She had no other words to describe it aside from it was like he scratched a deep itch. It relieved so much pressure Momo bit back a scream of ecstasy.

“That is… god, you are unlike any other man I’ve been with!” she cried in delight. “Go on, I’m okay.”

Tetsuzaemon thrusted into her. Momo held his biceps, feebly pleaded for him to fuck her harder, harder, harder until the table creaked beneath the force of which they fucked. It scratched the back of her clitoris, and her release built up like Tetsuzaemon filled a kitchen pitcher in a creak. It filled surprisingly quickly.

“Oh my god,” Momo choked, “harder, I’m going to-- I’m cumming!”

Tetsuzaemon unmercifully hammered into her. Every muscle in Momo’s body locked up, her lungs froze. Euphoria engulfed her in waves stronger by the second.

When it faded, Momo felt light. Sated. She kissed Tetsuzaemon.

“That was… wow. I don’t think I ever came like that… ever,” she admired as he pulled out. Momo looked over her breasts and her belly to see his cum ooze from her. It made her dizzy with delight.

“I’m not done,” he said. “Stand next to the wall.”

Momo salivated. She gleefully obeyed, even as his semen oozed down her leg. Tetsuzaemon heaved her leg over his shoulder and poised himself to enter her yet again. There was no ceremony once he picked up. He fucked her hard and fast. Momo covered her mouth to prevent her crying out. Yet again, his cock filled her so fully, he scraped that special, nervous spot.

“Your pussy is great,” he groaned. “Momo, everything about you is phenomenal.”

“Thank you, Tetsuzaemon!” Momo gasped. “Oh god, please, fuck me more. I need more!”

“Say it again”

“Oh god, I need you. Tell me what you've done."

"Fuck--- I had this incredible dream you took me home with you. You went to change a-and you came back wearing nothing but stockings and holding rope. You tied me to the floor and I ate your pussy. The next day, I had to jack off at my desk when I was trying to eat lunch because I just couldn't stop thinking about how good your pussy is."

Momo grinned. "Isn't my pussy great? How long have you wanted it?"

"I wanted to fuck you our first meeting since we rebuilt the conference room. You're so cute, I just couldn't stop imagining fucking you better than that scumbag."

"Did you jerk off?"

"I couldn't stop!"

Tetsuzaemon choked. His eyes fluttered shut as his cock pushed his cum inside of her. Momo pulled him deep into her, elated by the sheer amount that oozed down their legs. His loads were so voluminous. Momo wanted it all in her and on her.

He finally caught his breath. Momo kissed his neck. "I need it again," she told him. "I need you to fill me until I can't walk."

Tetsuzaemon happily obliged. He threw Momo face-first onto his couch, he pinned her head against the cushion with one hand, and then railed into her with his cock.

"Fuck!" Momo screamed without regard for who was beyond the thin walls of his barracks. She quivered like her bones would rattle apart. "This is the best thing I've ever had!"

"Better than that arrogant sod?" Tetsuzaemon spat.

"Legions. God, he pales in comparison to what you can do. Never fucked me half as good!"

Tetsuzaemon's cock slammed deep into her. It was relentless and positively heavenly. Momo knew she had been fucked as hard in the past, when she was Sousuke's whore, but Tetsuzaemon built up to it with his own godliness. Momo shrieked in ecstasy, without care who heard her, all that mattered was she was on top of the world.

Her orgasm ascended from her groin, into her chest, and filled her head. Momo had never felt lighter, or more pleasured. If it wasn't for Tetsuzaemon who held her in place, she was sure to have slumped to the floor.

Tetsuzaemon pulled his cock out. He was absolutely covered in their cum and somehow still hard. Momo helplessly sat on his couch with her legs tightly shut to keep what was sure to be several ounces of cum inside of her. She had no idea what her preoccupation with it was since she wasn't fertile or baby hungry to begin with, she just needed it in her.

"Holy shit…" Tetsuzaemon cursed. "God, it's been so long, I want to keep going," he told her.

"Me too," she replied. "Can you? I don't think I can stand. My legs feel like jam."

Tetsuzaemon grinned, what Momo would call the first ever display she had ever seen of arrogance. She couldn't help but smile with him. His virility was superb. "I'll be just a second," he said, before he fled into his room. Tetsuzaemon returned with a full-length mirror. Momo's mouth went dry. Happily, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lifted her off the couch and sat her a couple feet away from the mirror. He held her on her knees, with his enormous hands clasped around her breasts, and he fucked her from behind.

Momo wordlessly watched in the mirror. She watched the bottom of his cock vanish and reappear in time with his thrusts. There was no more room for his cum and cock to share, so his cum gushed down her legs. The additional visual stimulation made her all the more receptive to his every movement. She was atop a pedestal, she thought, as Tetsuzaemon watched with rapt attention too. His handiwork on a gorgeous woman he drove absolutely crazy that afternoon.

"Thank you," Momo mewled. "God, thank you. This is better than I could ever imagine."

"You're gonna come to me a couple afternoons during the week so I can fuck you during my lunch," he told Momo. She happily nodded with the picture of her braced on his desk as he triumphantly railed her. God, she would have moved in just to fuck him at that point.

Momo's eyes rolled into the back of her head. Her climax forced out his name from her clenched teeth. She felt his cum billow inside of her, stroke every part of her.

Tetsuzaemon pulled out, and it spilled onto her legs. He kissed her neck, he wordlessly carried her into his bathroom were he towelled her off, and then carried her into his room and laid with her on his mattress.

"You're gonna be late for your party," she mumbled feebly. Her body was thoroughly exhausted from their legendary romp, even talking was difficult.

"I'd rather rest with you. I think if I drink anymore, I'll just pass out."

She smiled and cuddled up next to Tetsuzaemon. "I'm very selfish to be, but I'm glad."

"Neither of us have been with anyone else like this…. I'm emotional too. I don't want to just up and leave." He swept her into his torso. She laid on his breast.

Momo didn't love Tetsuzaemon, but she could forget about those awful decades with Sousuke.

#bleach #ibahina #momo hinamori #tetsuzaemon iba

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shamelessinnerbeast · 6 years ago

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// I don’t post stuff I write usually here but I needed to train my english and it is linked to the doodles I’m posting these days so here is a little quick fic XP As I stated, absolutely NO shipping in this AU, especially with Damon - I really want to keep this clear as what I think is beautiful is the fact their relationship was truly pure in its own way. //

One single sentence on the phone screen that lighted up and flickered.

« He is dead. »

No need to ask for a name. It wasn't like Chloe really had anyone else, especially a man, besides him in her life. It had been two years already. Two years since they had met. Damon and Chloe. And it was all because of him partially ; Frank felt responsible. Guilty would be a more accurate word actually.

Two years following his orders, working for him. While she was just a 16-year-old kid back then. A hard teacher, a father, since David was not good enough, was even hated by her. Damon or the glorification of evil, of the anger and the aggressiveness that consumed Chloe since William's death.

He had presented her a choice and she had made it. At least, Frank was not to blame this time. How many times had he tried to dissuade her ? Always in vain. She had stuck with Damon. Looking more and more like him, getting dangerously closer and closer to him regarding her mentality and her morals.

Over time, Damon had become the father she had been expecting since William's accident ; now that he was dead too, probably brutally killed in addition considering the kind of life he led, Chloe was certainly utterly destroyed right now. He texted her back urgently.

« Are you safe ? Where are you ? I'll be over there as fast as I can. »

He was now afraid she'd do something very, extremely stupid. He waited. One minute that seemed endless to him.

No reply.

Nothing.

Frank started the RV. Last he heard, they were living in some mobile home ; a completely obsolete place but at least they could each have their own room.

Chloe had thrown the phone away, instantly regretting that she had sent a message to Frank. They used to be some kind of pals... perhaps ? But Frank had never approved her decision to accept Damon's « training », her will to be his legacy maybe even ? To get rid of her fears, to become independent and strong like him. And lonely too.

Lonely. Truly lonely. Now she was.

She had taken his hand and placed it on the top of her head.

Wake up ! Wake up !

Futile.

You know Death, Chloe. It takes and never gives back. You know it. You know how it works.

Red swollen blue eyes that had shed so many tears they were now completely dry and started to sting went slowly up to stare at the bloody torso, pierced with several bullets. They kept traveling up until they found the inanimate face. Blood leaking down the scarred lower lip down onto the beard.

A violent pain constricted her heart and her lungs felt like they had been put on fire again immediately. Hardly swallowing the terrible lump obstructing her throat, she succeeded to stand up. Despite her legs, those stupidly skinny legs, that felt like jelly right now. Without the blood smeared on his face and his jacket, he could have nearly seemed simply sleeping. Chloe's eyes closed as she tried to breathe, her entrails twisting painfully.

Barely breathing, barely living. She felt like the whole world had crashed upon her and she was buried beneath, not even struggling right now to break free. Too numb. Too stunned. But the faint hope this was all just a nightmare was slowly fading away.

Once again, losing a father. At least, she could bid farewell to this one. There wouldn't be anyone else besides her to mourn him anyway. The hurt would turn to anger and to hate. Chloe wasn't of those who retreated into a room, turned off the lights and remained there, trying to cope with whatever they were going through. She had to take action.

Gathering her strength, she tried to get that 180 lbs man out of the seat he had been shot sitting on and began to drag him towards the door she kicked open.

- Always been a heavy guy right Damon ? She tried to grin but failed at it miserably, and her face contorted in pain and sorrow again, while her gloomy sorrowful gaze drifted away, away from the corpse she succeeded to take outside, thanks to her determined repeated efforts.

It was raining. A pouring rain that soaked her to the bone in no time. Like the night she was born. So his face wouldn't get too soiled, she slid hers arms under his armpits and, from there, she managed to drag him to the border of the woods. Slipping in the mud, the grass drowning in the water. She found herself surprisingly still crying ; she just hadn't even noticed it yet with all this damned rain falling upon her.

At some point, while she hadn't reached the desired spot yet, her strength seemed to give up on her and she stumbled, falling to her knees. Mud and blood splattered on her face and clothes, Chloe found herself staring at the dead body, completely still, as cold as it.

- You had to die too... You !.. You... I thought... you were stronger than anyone... I thought nobody could ever kill you... But you too had to... die...

He was not leaving her and she could understand it today, while she couldn't with William. Too young, too angry, a loss too sudden and unexpected. But Damon... As Frank would certainly say it, Damon had it coming.

Brutally shaken by violent erratic sobs, she crumbled near the cadaver. The contact with the icy cold mud and water mixed together somehow calmed her a little, even soothing the pain she still felt wherever she had received blows last night. Damon and her had gotten into some pretty serious trouble with an aspiring drug dealer ; competition was not acceptable.

Her cries decreased until she fell completely silent, still not moving a muscle though. Just lying there on the ground, under the rain, watching the inexpressive bloody face of her boss.

From far away, dizzy as she was, numb to the cold and to the pain, she heard an engine noise. Frank ? She remembered texting him. He knew better than to come near while she was in such a pitiful state for sure. She knew he knew her well enough to keep his distance and wait for her in the mobile home.

It was time. Chloe closed her eyes. Squeezed them shut. Tight. Like her jaws were clenched and she took Damon's hand in her, squeezing it even tighter.

Goodbye.

Opening her eyes, to contemplate the dearest face. This mad dog look. Put to sleep now.

- I'll miss you.

Every single fucking day. I already do.

- They'll pay for what they've done. This is my promise.

It took her so long to bury him properly. Deep enough. So the animals wouldn't dig him up to tear him apart. Even if the earth was soft that night. After several hours, she finally returned inside. It wasn't raining anymore.

When Frank saw her, the sight shocked him. He hadn't seen her for like two months and she looked awful. Bruises all over her arms and her face. Wounded lip. All bloody. And muddy.

But it wasn't about it, it was about the way she looked at him. With empty eyes, expressionless, like all her energy, her enthusiasm had been drained out of her. She looked jaded. Terribly awfully jaded and tired, way too tired for a 18-year-old young woman.

He respected her wish not to utter a single word, not immediately at least. She didn't even look at him ; she went to the counter and filled a glass with whisky, drank it in one go and, out of the blue, buried her face in some large rag. To muffle a scream of rage followed by a succession of quick violent gasps as she tried to catch her breath.

When she finally emerged from it, she breathed deeply, inhaling, exhaling. She was really trying to get over it, to collect herself, but it was still too fresh and it just all kept coming back to her. The pain of discovering him. The pain of knowing all of this was real. She needed to lash out.

In a flash, she grabbed her baseball-bat she had always kept and started smashing everything indistinctively, destroying the fridge, the microwave, the shelves, the TV. Everything. Until Frank was quick enough to grab her arm and stop her. The baseball bat rolled onto the floor ; she let go of it, as he contained her. This bony ball of furor.

- You need this place... You don't want to go back to your mom right ?

After a long minute of silence, she spat bitterly a harsh « no ». Another glass filled and emptied right away. At least, the worst was behind them now.

- Huh... Sorry for your... partner.

- I know what you mean by that and it disgusts me. Why does it have to always come to this ? She retorted curtly, her voice acidic as if she was spitting venom.

Now this was embarrassing ; he should have asked before but he had never dared.

- You two lived together and I know you and I knew him...

- Sounds like in fact you didn't know any of us that well.

She let out an exasperated sigh.

- Still, thanks... I fucking guess.

Frank hardly swallowed. He was walking on eggshells around her today, more than ever. Before she changed, he didn’t give a shit about the words he used, about the fact she could get mad at him... but the Chloe facing him right now could have blown his brains all over the counter in a fit of anger, then regretted it probably, but he still would have been dead anyway. Plus, she was completely on edge right now.

- Heard your friend's back in town.

- Oh do you mean the friend who just completely ignored me, my calls, my messages for years ? Fuck her, she growled lowly, the suffering still there though. Anyway, got better things to do. The bastards who did this to Damon have to pay and only me can make it happen.

Oh shit...

That was definitely not what Frank had been hoping to hear from her. Damon's death, it seemed, hadn’t knocked some sense into her. It just did the opposite.

- You don't have any idea what you’re talking about ! Damon had many, many enemies. Fucking tough guys. People who have influence, who have money.

- I won't let them kill me ! She protested vehemently, shooting daggers at him with those bright icy blue eyes of hers. Everything Damon taught me was for this moment. It all makes sense at last.

- Chloe... Damon is dead. Take it as an opportunity to start a new life. A sane one.

- You don't understand... You don't... not at all... she muttered, shaking her head hanging low, her tone suddenly flat, monotone ; but, all of a sudden, she lifted her head again and yelled, or rather roared : First, I lost William ! And now... Now, they took Damon from me ! I don't care who they are, how rich they are ! How many men I'll have to slay to get to them ! I will find them and I will kill them. All of them !

Her pale blue eyes welling up again, she screamed, breathless, her voice fragile, breaking, throaty :

- I know what you think... You think he's not worth it. You think he's not worth it because he was what they call a bad man ! I can't argue ! He was no saint ! But he never let me down and I loved him ! He was like a father to me !... And I don't care what he did. In my eyes, he was always right.

Even when what he could do was cruel and so wrong.

- Whatever you're going to do is not gonna bring him back but it can send you six feet under the fucking ground with him very fast ! That's what I fuckin' think Chloe ! You're 18 !

- And I am ready to die for a cause I believe in.

- Chloe seriously just think about...

- Get out.

- This is a one-way ticket... You realize that ?

Once you start running wild seeking revenge, it is easy to get lost. And it won't bring you any peace.

As Frank didn't budge right away, she pulled out a knife stuck in a wood-table and yelled at the top of her lungs :

- I said... GET OUT !!!

I have so much to do now.

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cross-roads-blues · 6 years ago

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Deep Inside Your Mind / ch.1

[chapter 2] [chapter 3]

Notes: Just a little something I’ve been working. It is planned as a multi-chaptered, at least 10 chapter fic.

Warnings: Descriptions of Alcoholism and Unhealthy Coping Methods

Summary: While on a usual hunt, Dean Winchester is hit by something. While Dean recovers, he can't remember neither Castiel, who's been harboring feelings for Dean for over 5 years, nor Sam Winchester, his brother, who is heartbroken by such turn of events. Can Cas and Sam reverse the damage, while battling their inner demons?

Chapter: 1/?

Word Count: 1634/?

Chapter Title: I Fall, You Fall, We All Fall

“Seasons don’t fear the reaper…”

Blue Oyster Cult was playing softly in the hospital room, courtesy of Sam putting Dean’s playlist on the MP3 player.

“Nor do the wind, the sun or the rain…”

Sam was standing near the window of the hospital room, watching water drops trickle down the windows. It was supposed to be an easy hunt, dammit! Easy hunt! Just a witch in Dallas, nothing too hard. Sam glanced at lifeless Dean’s body, with all the tubes sticking out of him and steady beep of the machines around him. And yet, that easy hunt put Dean in the coma. Something went terribly wrong. And now Dean is in the coma. Sam closed his eyes, tightening his jaw, not letting any tears escape his eyes. Dean will wake up, right? He always does. Right?

“Alright Sammy, you take the first floor, I’ll look for this bitch upstairs,” announced Dean, right before they entered the mansion of the witch. Carla Reymouth earned quite a bit of fortune from her practices. Now it was time to take her out, before anymore people died and before she could do anymore harm. Sam was pretty sure they managed to wound her in the last confrontation, so the kill should be easy. Sam nodded and starting working on picking the lock. They wanted the element of surprise, so knocking down the door wouldn’t work. Five seconds later, they were in. Sam took out his gun and gestured at the staircase to Dean, who nodded. Dean quietly ascended the stairs, while Sam started checking the rooms on the first floor. And there she was. In one of the bedrooms, he saw her sleeping. He recognized her face from the previous confrontation and as a confirmation, the arm, which Dean managed to wound her in 5 hours earlier, was bandaged. He killed her in her sleep. And then Sam heard Dean scream.

“Sam.” Castiel’s gruff voice tore Sam out of the loop of thinking and rethinking about that hunt. He turned around and faced the angel in the doorway, who he saw for the first time since they left for the hunt. “You called.” Castiel then looked around and as soon as he saw Dean in a hospital bed, something changed in angel’s face. It was fear for Dean, yes, but also there was something feral, something that reflected the angel’s instant urge to destroy in the most savage way possible whatever harmed the hunter.

“Cas! Oh god, finally you’re here!” Sam rushed to the angel, but angel was quicker to move and reached Dean’s bed quicker than Sam could make it halfway to him.

“Dean!” called out angel, gazing at Dean’s face. “What the hell happened, Sam?” he said with furrowed brows.

“I- I’m not sure. We were taking out a witch, and I killed her, but then I heard Dean scream and I rushed upstairs and-” Sam swallowed, trying not to let his voice break traitorously “-he was just there, unconscious. He didn’t wake up since. Doctors say he has severe brain damage, but you can fix that, right, Cas?”

The angel didn’t answer, but instead put a hand on hunter’s forehead, brushing unruly hair aside. He closed his eyes and commanded his grace to flow. The angel felt his grace surging inside him, tingling his sensations, sparkling and and glowing, illuminating every cell of his vessel. Though, after everything he’s been through in this vessel, seeing that Jimmy Novak was long inactive, Castiel more and more started thinking of his vessel as of his body. The grace flowed, the angel being determined to fix the hunter and get him up and running, because he couldn’t stand seeing him like this and he couldn’t stand hearing the beeping of machines that kept his human alive. And he hit a wall. He focused even more, pushing his grace inside Dean’s head, not understanding what stopped him from healing Dean. Nothing.

“I can’t.” The angel exhaled loudly and opened his eyed. “I can’t fix him. There is some sort of a barrier, it doesn’t allow my grace through.” The feeling of inability to heal Dean hurt like hell, hurt in the ways Cas couldn’t even imagine before. The feeling of uselessness, the feeling of seeing his human in such state, the feeling of rage at whatever inflicted this damage, of rage at Sam for not keeping his human safe. Castiel knew he wasn’t supposed to be mad at Sam, he could see that Sam was also not in the best state, but yet he couldn’t put out his anger.

Sam stomped towards the angel. “Cas, what do you mean you can’t? You’re an angel!”

“I mean I can’t!” Castiel repeat in a raised voice. “The thing that hit him warded the damage somehow. No angel can heal this.”

Sam stopped in disbelief. “Cas, can something even do something like this? Warding the damage?”

Castiel shook his head. “Not that I’ve heard of.”

And then the silence in the room became almost deafening, with both the human and the angel feeling the weight of the world drop on their shoulders.

“So what do we do?” Sam’s words were left hanging in the air with no answer.

Next two weeks went by in the same monotone routine for Sam. Wake up, make calls, get down to the hospital, go back to motel, research till he started seeing double, get back to the hospital again, getting a sandwich and a coffee on the way, which he liked to think of as of enough food to support him for the day, sit with Dean, talking to him, get back to motel, exchange theories with Cas, go back to sleep for 2 to 3 hours and repeat it all over again. The research wasn’t just going slowly, it wasn’t going anywhere at all. Nada. Zilch. Zero. No mentions of anything like that whatsoever. Castiel was doing a fantastic job zapping all over the world and bringing Sam more books on the subject, but no luck was done. Sam didn’t dare to drive to Kansas to research in the library, it was a 9 hour drive with stops, and he couldn’t afford to leave Dean alone that long, so most of the related section of the Men Of Letters’ library was transferred to Sam’s motel room by Cas. Sam read and reread, looking for the slightest clue on how to help Dean. Cas didn’t have much luck either. It seemed that no one had ever heard of such a thing and with every day Sam felt more and more hopeless.

There was always hope for medicine. Normal medicine. The doctors told Sam that there existed a small chance of recovery, and Sam clutched on to that possibility as hard as he could. But he couldn’t live on that hope forever. And on the first day of third week he broke.

He crashed the motel room, breaking glass and wood, shattering beds and chairs and table, sending objects flying through the air, ripping the pillows apart and watching the feathers fly out of them. And then Sam got drunk. Drinking problems away was Dean’s method, but Sam couldn’t take it. He drunk til he couldn’t tell where was up or where was down, he drunk numbing his emotions with every sip, sobbing messily, because Dean, his brother, was in a coma and might not wake up and he couldn’t take it. He couldn’t take Dean going. Not like this. When Dean was torn apart by hellhounds, it was different. Sam had a target, Lilith and he could focus all his rage and anger on her, trying to take her out, but this time… He didn’t know what or who to aim his gun at and that was killing him.

It was in this state that Cas found him. A sobbing mess surrounded by broken furniture and empty bottles.

“Cas?” Sam glanced up to him. “I don’t want Dean to go. Not like this, Cas.”

“Shh, shh.” Cas raised the hunter up and set him on the half-destroyed bed. “Dean’s not gonna go, Sam. We’ll save him.” I’ll save him, added Cas in his mind, as he put Sam to sleep with a touch of his fingers. Sam needed rest, Cas experienced it on himself how fragile humans are and Castiel knew that all these two weeks that Dean was in coma, Sam probably didn’t sleep more than 3 hours a day. So a good night sleep should do Sam good.

It was then that Sam’s phone rang. Castiel hesitated for a while, considering waking up Sam, but the hunter was clearly in no state to talk. After a second or two, Castiel picked up the phone, noting that the caller ID was ‘Hospital’

“Yes, this is John Bohnam.”

“He woke up? Oh thank god. I’m on my way.”

“...What complications?”

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