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aesterblaster · 3 years ago

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yknow what.. also @kryptic-krab who talks with me about which characters we could beat up lmao and @honeybachira

How The Blue Lock Boys Fight HCs

[most characters]

Rin

He honestly knows nothing about fighting

Throws his fists super ineffectually but with enough sheer rage that it lands

Just flailing around but somehow all the punches still do damage

Will literally try to overwhelm you with a flurry of blows

Doesn't even untuck his thumb or anything

He constantly brags about how he can beat people's asses but hasn't been in a fight fight since 5th grade

Don't let that trick you bc he will not hesitate to initiate something if he sees the chance

The type of guy to be talking shit even when he's losing

Isagi

He took karate for a while in 5th grade and he's not afraid to use it

The type to watch self defense vids and then forget every tip like 30 minutes later

Throws a pretty good right hook though

He prefers not to fight and pretty much has never been in a fight

No one has any real reason to fight him anyway

Once when he was smaller he kicked someone for insulting his mom

I think that's about it

Bachira

Has been in the most fights out of the whole fuckin cast [except shidou who is an outlier.]

Not by choice he just had to shut up his bullies ok <3

Uses flying kicks a lot

Also knows how to use nun chucks because he went though a TMNT phase

Has amazing reflexes when it comes to fights, cordination 100

He prefers to not get in as many fights now especially since he has a bit more inner peace now

Type of person to say some weird catchphrase beforehand

Just saying if you talk shit about him/his friends you will end up getting hit

Gagumaru

Will just fucking grab your face to stop you from getting close to him

Considers fighting a waste of time and trying to fight him will not get you anywhere

Doesn't even get angry when you insult him he's just like "..ok"

Has fought wild animals before though so maybe it's for the best that he's so passive towards people

Why would you even try to fight him honestly

He does know some taekwondo though from his childhood before he hit his growth spurt

Hiori

He has never fought in his life

0 skills even though he likes to think he could hold his own in a fight

If he HAD to fight he would try to go for pressure points or something strategic like that

What can I say he's a gamer

He has had people get into drama with him online and it always stays online and he prefers it that way

Would rather verbally talk it out than actually get into fisticuffs

His dad is obsessed with martial arts movies though so he has picked up a thing or two

Niko

Yes somehow he can see through his bangs

Has fought people before suprisingly and he's always won

Is very secretive about his fighting ability and no one's ever seen him fight because to him it doesn't have to be a public thing

But he's done judo/is good at flips

You try to come at him? Boom you're gonna get flipped over his shoulder

In the winter he does in fact train at a gym

Got into it because one of his friends was into it and ended up being better at it than him lmao

Also is good at predicting his opponet's moves for obvious reasons

Kunigami

Since he looks like a walking "don't fuck with me" sign he hasn't been in many fights

Once he has stopped a lady from getting robbed so that was something

Kinda just slapped the knife out of the criminal's hand then punched him

His strategy is 100% act first think later

His uppercut is in fact lethal

He has been beaten before though

One of his younger sister's absolutely whopped him because he lost her dog and didn't look for him that well

Yeah his only big weakness is that he won't fight women or people much younger than him

Nagi

Is the first to walk away

Never runs away from a fight but has walked away from several

He does insult people a lot, luckily it never comes back to bite him

His baggy clothes do hide the fact that he's a trained athlete so most people fighting him think he'll be weak

He does have a suprise advantage because usually he's so chill

The few fights he does get in usually end in him just tripping them/embarassing them

Calls fights annoying and then talks shit about people constantly

Raichi

Eats and breaths fighting montages for breakfast

He has bitten someone and he will do it again

Fights with him are like a fight with a wild animal, he starts out fucking headbutting people

Is always fired up so it's not hard to persuade him into trying to knock you out

At his school the file on him probably deserves it's own drawer

Posts videos of him flexing on tiktok with captions like "hey [insert random name here] wanna rematch 😂😂😂😂

Plan? Where? Just goes out doing every move in the book and probably all at the same time

Sae

Knows how to fight really well

Will go for a knock out straight away

Defends karate on insta and hates people who do other martial arts lmao

Has been in a decent amount of fights

But honestly he wins it from sheer power not his beloved karate

Will harp on how cool karate is and how he's a black belt but get in an actual fight with him and he will just start punching/pummeling you

He avoids lawsuits som e h o w but has done serious damage to people

Nanase

Can and has picked people up like they're a lamb

Although he's very passive and kind if you get in a fight with him you will get handled like a farm animal

Has only been in two or so fights and he won both of them

Afterwards he brought the kids to the nurse and everything TT

Says sorry the whole time

Talks to his parents about it and they're like "violence isn't the way" or whatever

It takes a LOT to get him riled up, he's more often breaking up fights than actually in them

Oliver

He had a bunch of siblings so of course he had to get good at fighting

Usually he does n o t play around when it comes to that

But sometimes he does playfight with his friends

Often wins those too

You wouldn't know it from how his exes slap him though lmao

Is more the type to finish fights but not start them

And he doesn't like getting into really serious fights, doesn't want to risk his health or anything

Reo

Kind of overreacts

It's either nothing or everything with him in fights

Look he tries to aim but he always misses/is pretty predictable

Has been in a good amount of fights (mostly because of above thing about going from 0 to 100)

Usually he loses though

The nurse knows him better than the principal even though its a pretty elite school

However he can copy moves so watch out for that

Also Nagi usually comes in at the end and saves his ass

Barou

Look, he came out of the womb kicking and screaming and that's pretty much how he fights

Very loud about it/will be screaming the e n t i r e time

His favorite thing to do is use his knee especially kneeing people in the stomach

Has only gotten into one fight at his school because everyone heard and saw him just fucking screaming like he'd been waiting for this day while tearing the poor kid apart

Yeah no one's started anything with him since

Also will go out of his way to make whoever he fight's life a living hell after the fight

Is pretty damn intense about fighting if you couldn't tell

Otoya

Well first you have to catch him

He's really good at getting out of slippery situations and pretends to despise fighting especially to girls

Has never gotten into a fight but will hang around and record fights he sees at school/on the street day to day

Runs a drama channel tracking fights and disputes happening throughout the city

And honestly if he were ever in a fight he'd just automatically go for the eyes and groin

Talks about how skilled he is at fighting but will never prove it lmao

Aoshi

He has been in a fight and honestly he just took blows until the other person tired and moved on

His entire strategy is to just be a living shield

Luckily no one knows about his main weakness which is his lower back lsmeniudrbfyui

If he weren't so muscular he'd get absolutely demolished by bullies

He's the type to be like "One of these days I'll learn to fight back!" then never does

Just tries to keep to himself and not start anything honestly

Kenyu

Yeah he's a pacifist but he also knows like 5 martial arts "just in case"

But also is so good at dissing people

If he did get in a fight it would probably stem from him back talking people because he knows that he's good if something actually starts

"What are you gonna do, dirt breath? Hit me?"

Honestly this side of him only comes out if you're an asshole first/known for being rude

He treats most people with respect but has threatened to beat up a couple of people

Chigiri

Fought much much more when he was a kid than now

Now sure he gets bitey but never actually throws hands bc of his knee

Thinks it isn't worth it

But his record was pretty win lose and usually just scrabbling and pulling hair with no real consequence

His sisters would give him tips on self defense like "if someone's trying to kidnap you do this!!"

Low key adults were afraid to approach him before or after school bc he'd go karate kid on them and be like "GET AWAY"

Never learned martial arts but just copied moves he saw on tv with varying sucess TT

Igaguri

Acts all big and bad

Gets himself into sooo many fights and loses all of them badly

Comes home with a bruise or something and his family goes on a whole rant about how he's a training monk

He legit gets himself yanked out of school and has to be at the monestary full time

He'll vauge post on social media about being taken out of school bc he was a huge bully and someone (otoya) responds with a video of him running home while some kids way younger than him chase him on a bike and he deletes the post TT

Tabito

Refuses to fight with people that are "mediocre"

But when he does fight he goes for the weak spots and pressure points

Usually wins

Has only been in like 3 or 4 fights and all of them were over something said about his appearance

He's sensitive deep down ok

Also makes sure he won't get in trouble for fights/tries to not get it on any record or anything

Shidou

His high kicks are painful as hell

Likes just kicking and rarely uses his hands

Side kicks, roundhouse, flying, straight out you name it he's used it

Is constantly learning new moves for fun

Has started fights with complete strangers on the street bc he was bored

He's just a fucking fighting fiend ok

Can and will fight a kid for something arbitrary

and finally.. the cursed extra

Ego Jinpachi

If he were to get in a fight he'd use his surroundings as a weapon

Would smash a coffee cup over someone's head

When he's bored in meetings he doodles drawings of him beating up the executives for not letting him go through with his plans

Is rather physically weak but you best believe he'd still win

As a kid he pummeled people for looking at him the wrong way lmao

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giorno-plays-piano · 4 years ago

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Bucky got kidnapped by a villain!reader who wants revenge and is toying with the reader who thinks she has the upper hand. He finally stops messing around with her before taking her right there and then with a hot and passionate non-con sex like he has always been dreaming all this time he had been obsessing over her,stalking her and watching her from afar. Surprise,suprise! 😱🖤 And can you also please add Bucky enjoying being tied up by the person he's obsessed with for a long time? 🙈❤💕

I kinda united these requests because I felt they were similar, but if you would like to see a story other than the one I’ve done, please let me know <3

P.S. I’m honestly not sure if I was able to do well with this one because I couldn’t write the non-con part. I’m very sorry about that. Please feel free to call me out for it 🙈

Till Death Do Us Part

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Soldat!Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, mentions of abuse and non-con, brainwashing, stalking, kidnapping.

Words: 2000.

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It took you months to plan this operation and years to track down the Asset once he left Hydra. Captain and his lovely paper soldiers were hiding him well from the organization, and you had spent lots of time trying to hunt him down, but you weren’t concerned with it. You were a great one for waiting, day after day tracing Avengers and collecting bits of information to finally locate Winter Soldier, the first Soldat out of many. Funny, Steve Rogers and others really thought their friend was the last one.

You had to be grateful to the Soldier, one of your masters said. It was because of him you were kept out of cryochamber for so long. It was also because of him you still served as an Asset, trained by the fearsome Soldat himself. Since he left, you were considered one of the very best Soldiers of the organization, and it was partly a reason why they made you track him down.

The other reason was your intense hatred for the man who had been methodically destroying you after you became a part of Hydra decades ago.

You didn’t know why he chose you. Of course, you weren’t the only one he trained, but the only one Soldat raped time after time. He used you like you were made to fulfil his desires, not to become a tool in your masters’ arms. In the end, you had never felt like an Asset while Winter Soldier was still looming behind you. You were a broken toy Hydra was using for murder while Soldat treated you like a doll, taking whatever was left of you for his own pleasure. No memory suppressing machine could wipe this out of your mind.

You grew used to it. Years of training and abuse and complete control were enough to made you as submissive as others. However, the thought of stabbing the Soldier in the chest had always lingered somewhere at the back of your mind. You hated him more than any of your masters. They were evil, of course, but only the Soldier knew what it meant to be an Asset.

And he still chose to destroy you even more than Hydra did.

Of course, when your masters made you hunt him down, you were as eager as you had never been before. You had very little human left in you after all those years of serving, but anger and deep hatred were among those few emotions you could still feel. They made you keep going day after day when you were beaten for returning to your masters empty-handed.

But you knew you would eventually find him. Despite him being a very good Asset, Soldat wasn’t perfect. He would slip up, eventually. Besides, he was trying to return that human part of him that died in Siberia 70 years ago, and it was his mistake, indeed. Only the Soldier stripped of humanity could win against the other Soldier. Captain America might be an exception, but you’d make sure Steve Rogers wasn’t anywhere near Soldat when you got to him.

And now he was there, chained to the memory suppressing machine, metal rings binding him, grim and exhausted from a fight. He didn’t look any different to you, his dark long hair still dirty, his eyes deep and dark, his body as big and muscular as you remembered. But he was there, with you, completely harmless, disarmed, unable to hurt you. It was the first time it had ever happened, and you felt a strange wicked feeling rising in your chest. Was it happiness? Satisfaction? You didn’t remember feeling anything like that before. Maybe it was what people called joy.

You needed him to undergo mind treatment before taking him to the other location. Naturally, Hydra still wanted him, but you weren’t afraid of Soldat’s return. You beaten him. You bound him. You were stronger than you had ever been before, and no Asset could do to you what Soldat did. It was your time to be his tormentor.

Little did you know it wasn’t you tracking him, but Barnes hunting you down. After his escape most Hydra’s operatives went in hiding, and cryochambers were relocated which made his task more difficult, but he was determined to find you.

Yes, Bucky knew he treated you wrong. He still remembered all the things he had done, and he wasn’t trying to sugarcoat them. Nevertheless, he wanted you back. He needed you, and, more importantly, you needed him. You needed to get your life back, your privilege to be human. You needed to be treated like a person, not a tool.

And Bucky needed a family.

Despite all his attempts to have his life back, he just wasn’t that smiling young boy who left Brooklyn in 1943. Maybe he was finally free of Hydra’s brainwashing thanks to Shuri, but he still didn’t feel fully human. Steve couldn’t understand him - in fact, no Avenger could. Even Natasha didn’t know what being an Asset meant, how badly it changed him. Of course, Barnes couldn’t blame Avengers. He was just so, so lonely.

Bucky needed a family, Steve said. It would give him the reason to fully recover and find his place in this strange new world they were forced to live in. Look at Clint, he said. Whatever was happening to him on the missions, he was always coming back to his wife and kids. They were his world.

But there was just one woman he remembered loving, the one who was with him through his darkest days when he wasn’t him but the Soldier. Maybe it was the Soldier who loved her, not him either, yet Bucky wanted her as much as that monster. Was she still there, in her cryochamber, waiting to be awaken and given orders by her masters?

He knew she was.

As you took a round piece of black plastic to put in Barnes’ mouth before wiping his memories, he suddenly chuckled, looking up at your stony face. He could tell you were tired, desperate for rest, lonely and forgotten by everyone but Hydra and him. You needed to be brought back to the world. How many decades had passed since the time when you were kidnapped? You had no one but Barnes.

Yes, he was bound by all those metal rings, but he was prepared for all of it. Stark and Steve and Banner had helped him a lot when he revealed there could be more Winter Soldiers aside from the ones who were already murdered. More than that, Shuri was now waiting for him to bring you. If she was able to wipe Hydra’s brainwashing, Bucky would get finally what he wanted.

But first he needed you to lower your guards. Though he wouldn’t have a problem with overpowering you, he didn’t want you to get even more hurt.

“Хозяева будут тебе рады.” (”The masters would be pleased to have you back.”) You said, and Bucky lifted the corners of his mouth a little.

“А ты?” (”Will you be happy to have me back, too?”)

He barely blinked, and you took a swing to his jaw, making him grunt and squeeze his eyes shut for a second. Your hand was still quite heavy, and you could put any other guy down with one blow. Not him, of course. Never him.

Licking a trickle of blood running from the corner of his mouth, Bucky felt he was getting harder and bit down on his lower lip. It was odd, but, for some reason, he enjoyed being tied up by you, having you think you controlled him while he just needed to lift his finger to break free. Did you know how much he loved you? Did you know how much he still cared? How desperate he was to give you all that Hydra took away years ago?

Barnes knew you wouldn’t forgive him now despite his best efforts, but with the help of Shuri he would imprint it on your brain: you needed him. You needed him to love and protect you after all years of abuse you suffered. He was the only one who could really understand you - and the only one to save you from the world’s most vile organization SHIELD had been fighting for decades.

When you brought that piece of black plastic to his mouth again, Bucky had stretched his metal arm, and the rings binding him fell to concrete floor with a loud thud. You reacted momentarily, backing off and aiming your gun at him, but Barnes was much faster, catching the bullet with his metal hand. Oh, he could see you were surprised despite that blank expression you wore when he jumped at you, sweeping you off your feet. You fought him furiously, trying to punch, stab, and kick him, but the more you fought, the more you realized the Soldat was still somewhere there inside him. Instead of rage, now you felt fear suffocating you.

No, no, no. You wouldn’t let it happen. You wouldn’t let the Soldier take you again. Being disposed by Hydra was better than this.

However, Bucky didn’t give you a choice, injecting a syringe into your neck the moment you broke his rib. Where did he hid it? Didn’t you take away anything you deemed dangerous before binding him?

“I love you,” he said, watching you going limp on the cold concrete floor, your body slowly giving up. It was a drug made by Banner - he could calm down even the Big guy with it.

“We aren’t... capable.” You hissed through your teeth, helplessly trying to make your body move but failing again and again. Fuck, no, no, NO, NO! NOT LIKE THIS! IT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE THIS!

In a matter of minutes you were no stronger than a child of a cat. No, it was called somehow differently... A kitten. No stronger than a kitten with your arms and legs giving out as Soldat lifted you up from the floor while you stared at the dirty ceiling, feverishly looking for a way out of this. How long did that drug need to be out of your system? How much time the Soldier would have? It would be enough for him to relocate you somewhere, you knew it. You’d be back into that limbo, enraged, frightened, and used. Your masters wouldn’t try taking you back.

“Stop struggling.” Bucky said as he made you drop your head to his chest, placing a little device on the lock preventing him from leaving, and in the next second something beeped, forcing a heavy rusted door to open. “I came to help.”

You reacted just like he thought you would, and a part of him was happy you could still feel at least some emotion. He thought about you being so strong that even Hydra couldn’t wipe off your personality and destroy you beyond repair. Even though you hated him with every fibre of your being, Barnes could work with that. He was relieved you felt something for him at all.

“I can help you heal. I’ll bring back the real you.” He whispered as he dropped a tender kiss to your forehead, and you clenched your teeth until it hurt.

“I will stab you in your sleep.”

Barnes laughed at that, going up the stairs in almost complete darkness and carrying you as if you were the only treasure he had ever had, forgetting about his own wounds. He had so much that had to be done to give you your humanity back. It wouldn’t be easy, and it wouldn’t be fast, but he was prepared to wait just like you waited for him all those years after his escape.

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popculturebuffet · 4 years ago

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Don Rosa: “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros!” or City Slickers 3: The Crystal City

Saludos Amigos, the Ride of the Three Caballeros returns! After some time off to take care of other seasonal commissions and to finally get the life and times fo scrooge mcduck back on a steady pace, everyone’s three favorite chappies in snappy serapes are back for another go round. This time i’ts back to comics one last time as we take a look at “The Magnificent Seven (Minus 4) Caballeros: which was the penultimate story from Duck Maestro Don Rosa, and as a result the final one set in present day, as while the next one would have a wraparound segment, it’s a flashback tiding up the one last bit of Scrooge’s past Rosa hadn’t clicked into place yet, and thus we’ll get to that eventually as part of life and times. And honestly it serves as a fittng and satisfying conclusion to Donald’s story.

The geneisis of this one is rather simple in comparison to “The Three Caballeros Ride Again!”. Don Rosa REALLY enjoyed writing TTCRA, wanted to have another adventure with Donaldo and his boys, and given the previous story was a huge hit likely had no trouble convincing his publisher. And since he set the first story in Panchito’s home country of mexico, it only made sense to have the next story in Jose’s home country of Brazil. Adding to it Rosa specifically wanted to avoid using the amazon rainforest this go round, as to him pretty much every story involving Brazil focused on the massive and wonderful rainforest. And while a great setting, Rosa knew there was much more to the country and wanted to show it off. And to his credit.. he’s 100% right as i’ve seen dozens upon dozens of stories set in the rainforest but not nearly as many set ANYWHERE ELSE IN BRAZIL. If their lucky we get to see Rio, but that’s about it. So kudos to Rosa for wanting to display more of a beautiful country and show it had more to offer than merely it’s biggest attraction. As for what treasure they’d be after, the lost city of crystal stuck out to him, having been described in a goverment document that was so degraded when it was found there wasn’t much left to go on and searched for by a famous explorer who was the basis for indiana jones whose name I forgot but we’ll run into his name again later. So yeah not as much setup here and what tiny bit is left can be covered when we get to our villian. So with all that out of the way, let’s ride on!

We open with Scrooge firing Donald and throwing his ass out on the street, berating him for screwing up and then telling him to be back early tommorow to make up for his firing. Then Gladstone literally walks all over him becausae he’s a jackass, and Daisy then shrieks at donald for you know, being stuck on the floor, having messed up the shirt she ironed for him without.. actually you know asking for context, HITTING HIM, then telling him to pick her up for dinner at the ritz.

It’s like this intro was perfectly designed in a lab to piss me off. All three of the characters who on a good day ar excellent but on a bad are outright monsters, at their worst, treating Donald like crap, i.e. the reason to call them monsters, and generally abusing him for flimsy reasons. And again Daisy HIT DONALD. No that’s not right, she shoryukened his ass! She upercutted him! God damn. And her just casually doing that is played for laughs. In a lesser Rosa story this would only get worst and be “oh haw haw”.. instead... to my delighted suprise.. this is all treated seriously. Yeah really. Instead of being treated for laughs like normal, and not being a dark enough work comedically to make it work like say It’s Always Sunny, Donald is seriously depressed, beaten down phsycially and mentlaly and when the boys, who’ve been present for all of this and tried to help him up off the ground, ask why he takes this.. the answer is pretty damn bleak.

Just.. holy shit that’s dark.. and I applaud Rosa for not only recognizing this isn’t always funny, but for actually tackling it. And I will grant Donald being a butt monkey CAN be funny, especially when it’s caused by his own ego. It’s the basis of his entire career. It’s good stuff. My issue has been more that Rosa sometimes dosen’t get that either some aspects have aged poorly, even by the 90′s, and thus dosen’t adjust them or play them more for drama, sprinkling a bit of that in with the comedy. So to see him do that HERE, to acknowledge in some way his own faults and do something with them.. i’m very proud of him and it warms my heart that he could do something like this that shows he could grow and change, even SECONDS from the end of his career, but with no intention of ending his career at that point or even after finishing his next and last story. It just ended up happening that way and as such this story carries even more weight as for all intensive purposes, this is the final tale of Donald Duck for Don Rosa’s Barksian universe. This is the last big tale before whatever triggers Scrooge’s retirement, the last tale he wrote in the here and now. And while not perfect for some reasons we’ll get to from a character perspective? It’s a pretty good note to go out on.

Anyways Donald somehow makes this SADDER by mentoing, when Huey, Dewey or Louie tries to make him smile that he hasn’t smiled in some time before sadly loping off to make their dinner before buying daisy’s.

Yeah... I just.. I need a moment.... Here’s my asistant iwth an important message

Okay i’ve regained my composuer.. and yes I will be shwoing that off at every opportunity. I have generous friends. Now where were we? Ah yes with their uncle in a depression hole, can relate, they figure he needs a nice gift to get him out of it. The boys think he needs friends.. and of course the boys come to mind, though the fact their on the other end of the contient proves a problem.. but Huey, Dewey or Louie has a solution and takes the boys to the Woodchucks because of course they do> Their primary go to for anything is the guide which to be fair contains the entire sum of the world’s knowledge in a guidebook.

So the boys, with the other two likely filled in on the way, plan becomes clear when they stop by Woodchuck HQ and talk to the guy in charge of the badge department, which ahs a fun acronym because of course it does, this is one of Rosa’s faviorite running gags and mine as well.. I just don’t have it in me stamina wise to type the whole thing out. Point is the boys ask that Donald be used as courier for a special shipment of badge’s to Rio. The authority guy is understandably a bit reluctant to give a non-woodchuck this duty, but the boys remind him that in a previous story, not sure if it’s barks or rosa’s, Donald apparently not only found the last remaning pieces of fort duckberg but saved them from the mill. As a result the Fort, which was the original HQ of the woodchucks until Scrooge threw them out, was apparently rebuilt. So the guy in charge is more than willing to not only give donald the duty, but an open ended plain ticket, i.e a vacation. The Nephews do have to guilt him a bit more to get donald a condsensed pamphlet based on the brazil chapter of the guidebook which at this point seems like overkill. Just.. buy him a guidebook boys. IT’s a bit much to ask that a portion of your heavily guarded and protected text be given to your uncle for a vacation and seems like a tad of a stretch but the gag, including the boys getting badges in guilt and convincing, makes it work.

So after the boys set off to telegram the rest of the Cabs, we cut to donald arriving in rio, passing christ the redeemer on the way

The Rio Woodchucks greet donald and take the package for him, giving him new orders to go by cable car to the observation deck atop Sugar Loaf Mountain. This is a real mountain in Brazil and frustrated Rosa because he couldn’t find any pictures of what the station looked like in the 1950′s, despite as he put in his notes having eager fans from the region, researchers and other contacts try to find it, settling for having vintage cable cars pulling into modern stations he got from photos from said contacts. If I hadn’t said it before i’ll say it now the man is a BEAST when it comes to getting things acurate, only bending it if it helsp the story and still making sure his drawings are as accurate as possible. It’s one of Rosa’s most adimirable traits.

Donald took a Donde, some form of streetcar there, hanging on the back and .. uh I have no words for this..

Donald Duck ran into a horse and it farted in his face. Just... why though. This horse naturally is Senior Marteniz, with Panchito currently being thrown out of a cable car for trying to put his horse in there which is fair. What isn’t is people having an issue with his hat. I mean.. people wear hats. I know it’s a bit big for the tight fit of the cable car but still it’s a bit weird to throw a strop about anywhere outside a theater or sports place where he’d be actively obstructing people’s view. And it appears to be the same weirdly crazy asshole.. Imean again the horse thing is resonable but calling it a “crazy hat” I mean yes it’s a big hat.. but ... you you do know mexico exists right? And sombreros? or other cultures at all you weirdly specific douche?

At the top, after a quick and funny hat swap gag, Panchito reveals the triplets called him here.. as did Jose who assuemd it was lovely senorita.. who uppercuts him. And it’s STILL more reasonable to uppercut some rando hitting on you, if not by much, than Daisy’s Domestic Abuse. Anyways the three put things together and Donald realizes via flashback the boys hoped his smile would return and said he’d have help.

Donald, being utterly beaten down by life, apologizes.. but it turns out the boys needed this as much as he did. Jose’s night club career is flopping hard, with his agent unable to get him bookings and Panchito has barely scraped any money together for his ranch dream from last time. It’s a nice touch: That the boys , while having more exciting careers have just as much strife as Donald does and as much problem. It helps make them feel as real as donald, as characters with their own lives and adventures outside of him and their own wants and needs and it really helps the story come alive. Jose however has some suggestions to escape their blues.

But Panchito suggests instead they go for some adventure and go diamond hunting in the plains of brazil, which the two agree to.. and Donald’s a big gung hoe about carving his way through human flesh.. just jesus man.. get a therapist. Your Ducktales counterpart did and he seems mildly well adjusted. So the adventure is on.. and they all toss their hats.. off a mountain. First thing on the provisoins list hats. Before we head on I just wanted to point out even though most of my audience here is likely unaware the movie exists that this Comic honestly reminds me of the 1991 comedy City Slickers starring Billy Crystal, Daniel Stern and Bruno Kirby. If your struggling on the name Daniel Stern, think Marv from Home Alone.

No.. the RIGHT marv. I may not be a huge fan of Home Alone but we respect Daniel sterns in this house. And yes if you didn’t know French Stewart played Marv in one of the sequels now you do. And i’m sorry you know that.

There we go. Right Marv and Wrong Dad from Christmas story. Back on point City Slickers is a terrific comedy I finally saw a few weeks back about three friends all facing mid life crisises, with Billy Crystal being unsatisfied with his career and undsure WHY he does, Daniel Sterns having cheated on his shrewish wife with one of his employees whose also now pregnant, and Bruno Kirby being a ladies man whose faced with the prosepct of settling down, go for a weeks vacation to a cattle drive, as Brunos character tends to set up these trips but this time they actually need it. They encounter cows, assholes and a cowpoke named Curly. It’s pretty good.

But yeah they both feel kinda similar, if with far less drama and crumbling marraiges on the cabs end because you know, this is for children. I’m pretty sure it’s just a concidence but given Rosa’s love of film, even if it’s more 30′s and 40′s films, and how the City Slickers seems right up his alley, I wouldn’t he suprised if he saw it and simply took some slight inspiration from it. Either way the similarity makes me giggle a bit. Again the plots aren’t all the same but the basic setup is about the same, complete with the main character’s family making sure he goes. It’s a bit of a stretch but I thought it was pointing out and while this review is comissioned, how I go about it isn’t so if I want to take a few paragraphs to compare this to an excellent comedy you should defintely see with two underated actors, maybe three i know nothing of bruno kirby other than the man had horse allergies and thus had to take heavy medication every day so good on him, and a lot of fun.

So our premise and pastiche firmly in place, our heroes fly out to the frontier to adventure and Donald even thought ahead on them needing two more mounts and bought them from the local farmer for 100 bucks: It turns out their a llama, who jose takes and an old ox which donald reluctantly takes and wonders how to steer.. which I just got the double pun. Nice touch.

So our heroes head on with Donald expressing suprise they aren’t in the jungle like the movies, Jose correcting him, you get the bit he’s going for. But as they travel Donald not only breaks out the pamphlet but also , once jose mentions finding el dorado, casually mentions he and Scrooge already found it in columbia, and when Jose incrediously mentions that maybe he also already found the lost mines of the incas.. turns out yeah they did that too. Dont’ know if it was a barks or rosa story for either, since I didn’t check that part of Rosa’s notes, but it brings the scene into greatness as the boys not only belivie donald and figure he’s not pulling their legs.. but marvel at his life. And it’s here Donald smiles a bit.. he’s already got his smile back realizing that as miserable as his life can be.. he’s still seen and done things no man, even his globetrotting pals, has sever done before or sense. Found long lost places, solved mysteries and rewrote history.. sometimes literally sometimes in the “found things that changed historical knowledge” sense. Point is.. he realizes he has more to his life than he thought and maybe it isn’t so miserable after all.

Donald also mentions the local waters are filled with stuff and the other Cabs mounts quickly climb on his continuting the gag of the Cabs assuming donald’s some big expert by accident. For me personally it varies in how funny it is, sometimes it’s grating othertimes it’s genuinelly pretty good, your mileage will vary. We then get a page and a half of slapstick with various animals and this gag repeated and it’s eh. Not bad, and there’s a REALLY great visual bit where donald gets squeezed by an anaconda and not only is he comically and tightly squeezeled, but it takes a few panels for it to wear off. Other than that not bad stuff but nothing especially new or really that funny.

Our heroes soon find a pit trap.. and a capybara in said pit trap.. which I also give myself credit for recognizing on sight. Who dosen’t like a good capybara? Their basically a large brazillian rodent if you were curious. Donald asks what can they do and hte boys take it as a secret test of character, and not just donald being kind of lost and decide to help free trapped animals instead of treasure hunt which Donald, much like his entire life, just reacts to with “what what are we doing now?”. But they manage to free the greatful Capybara and we get this inspired bit.

Naturally the sheer confusion of seeing this as well as being confronted with the relaly bizzare nature of his world, i.e. having both a rodent whose an old friend and one that’s clearly just a regular animal causes Donald to fall into the hole. He’s soon found by the natives.. and here we get one of the worst aspects of this story and one I honestly didn’t expect to encounter given Rosa’s research: Calling these indgeinous people’s.. “indians”. Yes really.

We were in 2004 by this point, and even in the cultural cesspool of the early 2000′s, a time where micheal jacksons actions towards children were used for reams of jokes and where R.Kelly got off for the same just because “he makes the good musics”. What i’m saying is even in this time in history, we knew better than to use the term indian and I remember distinctily the term native american being in my text books even at this point as a kid. So Rosa, a world traveled knowledgable adult.. has no excuse for this, not even “It was the 50′s when this was set and they’d used this” as while he had Scrooge being mildly racist in “The Empire Builder from Callisota”, he didn’t you know, have scrooge use the fucking n word or other slurs during the story because you know that’s racist and he knows it’s racist. I’m coming down so hard on him because I expect BETTER. I can, even if it bothers me and I will give out about it, KINDA ignore the daisy stuff because domestic violence against men wasn’t as wellk nown, so while it dosen’t play well and I won’t pretend to enjoy it I can at least understand why rosa thought this was funny when it isn’t> This? The man clearly should know better, should know to use correct terms, and is usually better about this, but just isn’t here and for one of his last stories it’s REALLY depressing to see a man I have a ton of respect for fail this badly. It’s just a small element of hte story but it really sticks out badly and says bad things about an otherwise good man. Even a good man can really fuck up and Don.. honestly really fucked up even when, normally his portryal of indigneous people’s is really good.. and is for the rest of the story. This is just a really bad if really easy to miss bit I feel he deserves some flak over it. He knew better. This story proves he knows better in other ways and knows indgenous people deserve resepect. He just dosen’t show it in his laungauge and it’s disheartaning.

Anyways, the Natives drop donald off with their cheif.. who turns out to not only speak perfect english, but has a rather nice modern setup and clothes. He’s the son of the former cheif whose dad, using a secret crystal city with a rich mine, paid for his son to go get an education in the US and hopefully bring back knowledge for his people. Instead all he learned was to be a greedy selfish asshat who calls his own people “savages”. This is what i’m talking about: While the indian thing is bad and Rosa should feel bad.. the rest of the story does treat these tribal peoples with genuine grace and care, as our main villian is shown as one partly because rather than respect his culture and simply use thenew knowledge of the outside world to help his people by educating them, bringing back new techniques and medcidnes while mixing it with thier old culture, the bastard prince simply wrote them off as savages and used his new learnings to rule them and get them into trapping, a buisness i’ts later made clear at the end of hte story they don’t like and only followed him because he’s their chief. And it dosen’t even come off as them following him as chief because their stupid, mainly just because of tradition and knowing they can’t escape him and he’d just find htem and find some way to cowtow them. The tribe here are innocent victimes forced into a life they don’t want by an asshole who became a colonizer instead of a hero and leader to his people and simply wants to sell them out as soon as possible to fiance a fancy and comfy life for himself. The bad guy here is recycled from Rosa’s pre scrooge work, and works well here and honestly.. is a good villian and a good antagonist, something Rosa struggled with sometimes when not just using what barks made. He’s a chillingly realistic villian: someone who would step on where he came from instead of helping it and again treats these people as simple victims forced to be minons by circumstance and as the end of the story shows, and we’ll get to that, not nearly as stupid or “savage” as this cruel bastard thinks. And naturally being a cruel bastard, Chief, since his name isn’t given, plans to ransom donald as he naturally has no hangups about selling people AND rare animals. Thankfully Donald’s only a prisoner for a bit as Donald’s ox makes a back door and with the help of their mounts the boys free all the trapped animals and escape.. with Senior Martinez accidently taking the Chief’s necklace. Turns out that’s the sigal that signals his right to rule, so he figures if the tribe finds out it’s missing they’ll rightfully dump his ass and tells them to give chase, which the cabs find out about via a wild parrot. It’s better not to ask.

So our heroes head into the wilderness to loose them and find a rocky slope, making their way up to some more plains. They now have both a high vantage, and a place to set up camp so do so. They also found out Martinez took the necklace, and now know why the chief is after them, but Panchito decides to keep it for now till they can figure out what to do with it. SO over the camp fire Donald decides that if they can find this lost mine that the Cheif’s dad used to go to, they won’t need to look for diamonds the hard way and Jose’s skepticism is rebuffed by the fact that Donald’s found plenty of lost cities with scrooge. So donald brings up the legend of the crystal city, with the guy who found it being colonel percy fawceet, and brings up more adventures you get the bit by now. Point is he mentions a crystal arch lighting up at night to ward off intruders.. and sure enough our heroes happen to be right by it, complete with a crystal road that simply had been covered by shale over the years. Donald decides to get some rest and head out in the morning, with a valid explination as to why not to worry about hteir perusers till then: It’s so dark that even if they left a trail, they can’t follow.. which the evil cheif agrees to though he finds the trail they dug up, pointing as an arrow and now realizing his dad’s treasure was real, plans to naturally exploit the hell out of it. So the next morning, bright and early, our heroes have built a raft, and are greatful they looked in first as the waters are stalked with dangerous predatory creatures. How htey haven’t all killed each other, I do not no, but it looks cool so i’ll shut up now. So our heroes leave their mounts behind and head in up the stream via the raft and find the massvie and awe inspiring lost city.. as for why it hasnt’ been found they soon figure out why: THe stream in is dangerous, and jose figures it was delebratly packed with dangerous animals, and thus few would think to go in there, and the only ohter way up is scaling the cliffs it’s build into, but as the cities built into the sides of said cliffs, no one can see it from a distance. It’s a birlliant way to justify just WHY something remained lost and somthing barks is tremendous at. Our heroes soon find though that the canal go deeper and approaches a water fall.. and thus jump off loosing their only way back and thus heading in deeper to see if they can find another way out. Meanwhile the Cheif has found the swamp and recongizes his dad mentoning it and being a greedy jackass, and suddenly realizing that maybe his people won’t want to loot the city their swarn to protect, tells them to guard the Cabs mounts while he goes on ahead.

Our heroes journey deeper into the unknown and after coming across pick axes mine carts and the like find the mines of fear.. lit with crystals and with wall to wall gems. So they’ve sucessful founds the lost minds of ophir, set up by one of king solomon’s realtiives. The actual King Solomons Mines had been found in a barks story, naturally and is also likely the basis for the african mines level in the ducktales game.

Donald being donald.. ends up sitting on a giant anaconda who swallows him whole as he dosen’t realize just how big the thing is when his pals mention it to him, and only escapes through Dumb Luck, as is the duck family way, lighting a match and causing the Anadonda to spit him out and run... unfortunately not only does Panchtio loudley announce he dosen’t have his pistols, The Chief shows up with a gun. Naturally he intends to plunder, because jackass you see, and intends to leave the cabs stranded, with the anaconda picking them off one by one when they inevitibly have to sleep while he’ll come back with inflatable rafts and boats to loot the rest. The cabs bemoan the fact that their fucked.. and then this happens.

So with that Donald FINALLY snaps, tired of taking the world’s shit and determined not to be the looser everyone around him but his boys clearly think he is. Seriously Donald.. dump. her. ass. It’d also tell you to dump gladstone in a shallow ditch but given your love for hacking through human flesh and his luck I don’t want you to impale yourself. So thus.. Donald stops getting polite and starts getting badass.. shouting THAT’S THE LAST STRAW BEFORE.. .. welll...

Bad. Ass. Also who knew Donald was part Kree? Wait .. how though? Questions for later. So as Donald gives the asshole his RICHELY deserved asshole a beat down, the anaconda pops up and grabs the boat.. with Donald STILL fighting the Chief the whole time. Holy shit. If this is your last time writing a character in a lead role what a note to go out on holy jesus. The cabs however show their CLOSE to as badass with Panchito roping the anconda and Jose attacking it once it curls around.. and unlike last time where his umbrella was quickly disarmed, here the Anaconda eats the tip.. only for Jose to expand it and on Panchito’s command, hook the damn thing. I didn’t relaize till writing this up just HOW badass this story’s climax is.. just holy shit this is awesome incarnate.

Donald ends up loosing the fight eventually as asshole whomps him on the head with the gems.. and sends donald flying, destroying the gate regulating the water thanks to freeing the anaconda. As a result asshole escapes.. for about five seconds till he drops over the falls, presumibly to his MUCH deserved death and even if he surivives, likely wont’ for long without anything to defend himself. Goodbye asshole, you were a good villian but you’ll be better tarantula chow.

Our heroes are still stranded.. but Panchito notices the Anadconda escaping and well... he decides to equal donald in badassery. Again..words do not do this justice.

Our heroes disembark, and find that the tribe has been held at bay by the noble steeds, and as I mentioned earlier, and why despite the frequent use of .. that word i’ve said enough already, this story isn’t too bad. The tribe, once free.. are perfectly intellegent and nice, only in the game because of tradition that asshole abused. Their going to head deeper into the valley on the offchance asshole makes it back so he can’t find them. So the tribe is free and seeing the emblem as the symbol of their opressor and not wanting it, they can likely make a new necklace honestly just without the gems, Panchito gets to keep it. So our heroes won, the adventure is over and our heroes head back to rio

In our final scene we get our wrap up with our heroes back in Rio to enjoy what’s left of their vacation.. which given the scope of events only two days of it have passed so far, so it’s nicely implied they have a day or two before Donald has to go back where he can just.. enjoy himself. Have an actual vacation now his soul is whole again. Our heroes went to the authorities, and it turns out the Chief was one of the most infamous trappers in Brazil, and is now again either dead or in no way shape or form easily able to come back into the country.. and when he does, he’ll now have every officer in the country on his ass.So in short he’s pretty fucked and i’m pretty happy about that. Naturally our heroes dont’ get to keep the mines, because well... it belongs ina museum.. or to become a museum and cultural landmark and the boys know and respect that. But Jose and Panchito both still got something out of the deal: for starters they have their confidence back, as seeing tthey could keep up with donald after realizing what a legend their friend is restored their own weary souls. Meanwhile, Jose’s newfound fame as the man who found a new brazilian cultural touchstone means his agent was able to get him booked up for a year, while Panchito , after consulting with the good senior martenez, decided ot keep the broach, and use it to get their ranch. And Donald? What did he find?

Donald found his smile again. He’s found himself again. After letting life beat him to near death, to just a souless shell. he’s found the real Donald. He’s realized that despite Scrooge’s finaical abuses he lives a rich full life. It’s part of why I compared the story to city slickers. While Donald’s life is far worse off than Billys, like him he finds himself again after the rousing adventure. And who knows what his future holds? Given Scrooge’s grave picture, yes Rosa drew that, he probably does marry daisy and work for the old bat.. but maybe now he can fight back, refuse to let htem walk all over him and actually find a healthy relationship with daisy and with his uncle before his uncle finally retires to Goldie’s loving arms. I could be wrong, it could be same as it ever was just he gets angry again.. but I like to think of something better for our boy. A better life and one more fufilled and more happy and one where he finally finds his pot of gold. He may not of found it yet but well.. there’s always another rainbow and he realizes that now just as his uncle did years ago. Donald is finally whole again to find his hapniess and a better life. Maybe with daisy, maybe with scrooge, maybe without them. Probably without Gladstone because he needs to cut that tumor out of his life, but still, he’s found himself and sometimes that’s all you need to find your purpose. So with that warm thought in my head our heroes play us out one last time. Well not for the restrospective obviously but still.

Final Thoughts; While I do prefer the previous story, on going through this again for the review, I did find this story utterly charming and a great way to send off our boys and Donald for Rosa’s work. While again that one word is very unfortunate and Rosa should’ve known better, otherwise the story is pretty imaculate, using history to build a thrilling story with tons of character and a tremendous arc for Donald. And as I said the villian is excellent and overally the story is pretty great. Maybe held back a bit by the racisim, but the rest of the story is so joyous, badass and well crafted, it’s easy enough to override the less savory aspects. Dosen’t mean they didn’t need to be noted it just means this story is magificent and as usual for Rosa’s work I recommend it.

Next time on the Ride of the Three Cablleros: We go to Disney Juinor for Mickey’s Perfecto Day! ..... whelp at least it’s a short one.

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Late Night Visit || Joel x Reader Smut

Summary: Joel pays you a visit late at nigh while seeking for a shelter.

Warnings: Smut

Words: 3340

Authors: Cass & Rouge

Area 4. Boston zone.

Night there was quiet and calm as much as it could be with all the soldiers patrolling the streets.

It was way past the curfew so there were two options.

One was to sit in one place like an idiot and not get spotted by the military, or second - to find a safe place to spend the rest of the night.

Joel groaned deeply annoyed, rubbing his face. He was on his way back from another smuggler job and he was stuck. Fucking pissed, dirty, beaten up and tired. He really wasn't in a mood to deal with this now and there was still long way to his flat.

Joel thought of what to do and he got one idea - not the best one but surely working for his favor.

So there he was, trying his best to get to one of the buildings without getting spotted. Somehow he entered and now he stood in front of your door.

You were his old friend. He worked with you few times and apparently you liked him much enough that you offered him help whenever he will needed it. Joel looked around and hoped that whoever else lived there had a deep sleep and you aren't asleep yet. Letting out a deep sigh, he knocked at your door using his fist, just to be sure you hear him.

You were awakened by knocking to your door. Lazily, you opened eyes and yawned. Rolling on your side, you reached to a nightstand to pick a watch up. 1:17. "Fuck," you murmured unhappily, yet you got up slowly.

You had a silky, pink nightgown on, an old one actually, but the only that was still in a good state. It was maybe too loose now as you have lost a pound or two, but you still like your reflection in a mirror with this one on.

You hair, loosened, were messy, so you ran fingers through them in an attempt to brush them a little.

Hesitantly, you left bedroom, walked along the corridor and stood in front of the main door. "Who's there?," You asked, raising voice a little.

"Maybe don't raise your voice, girl. It's enough I risk my ass being here. Open the door, it's me, Joel," he muttered, looking around still being careful to not draw too much attention to both of you. "It would be nice if you hurry up, it's curfew time. Unless something has changed and I don't know."

You blinked as soon as you heard his voice. You clenched hands in fists; you felt how anger started rising within you.

After moment of hesitation, you opened the door for him, yet didn't move aside to let him in. You measured him with a cold glance. "Joel. How long has it been?"

Joel was getting more and more annoyed just by waiting for you to open the damn door. Last thing he really needed was your mood swing, but it was who you were. He already got used to it after working with you. "Long and don't give me that look. I have enough of everything and I just use the invitation you had gave me," Joel explained with a frown.

With a roll of your eyes you shifted aside, making a room for him to enter. As soon as he did step into your little flat, you made sure to lock the door with key and a little chain.

You looked at him above your shoulder; he indeed looked like an old, tired man that was overwhelmed with the world itself.

Joel nodded and walked past you to your living room. He took off his backpack and put it on the floor next to the couch.

"Sorry for coming here that late, it wasn't in my original plan. There was this or trying to get to my own flat," he muttered stretching his back. "I won't be much of a bother, I can crush on a couch and maybe use a shower."

You stopped in a threshold, leaning your side against a doorframe. "Yeah, I bet it wasn't your original plan," you said theatrically, and walked to the little kitchen to pour him a glass of whiskey. Thankfully, you had a nice magazine of those.

As you returned with a glass, you passed it to him, and took a seat in an armchair, crossing legs nicely.

"It's been half a year. Without any sign from you."

"Yeah, I planed to get home but I fucking failed due to some fucked up shit I had to stumble upon," he explained and turned to you, looking a bit suprised at the fact you offer him a drink.

Joel gladly took it and then sat down on the couch. He downed drink quickly in one big sip. It was a nice change than the simple water, apparently he needed it more than he though. "I know, been busy. You know, trying to somehow earn my living in this shithole.”

You didn't reply to his words, you simply listen to his story, nodding from time to time. "Still, you could have informed me. I was dying of stress."

Joel let out a sigh, did you try to guilt trip him or something? He wasn't really sure what you tried to achieve, he was tired. "Well, I couldn't. There was one job after another. I also never saw you bothering yourself with coming to me," he shrugged, rubbing his eyes. "Can I use the shower or not?"

"Feel free to use whatever you want," you informed him as you got up, and walked to the door. "I'll bring you a blanket and pillow. You can find a fresh towels Inna cabinet in a bathroom."

"Yea, I remember where and don't worry. I will be gone as soon as the curfew will be over. So I won't bother ya too much," Joel explained before getting up from the couch and simply walking into your bathroom.

You returned to your bedroom, initially you left the door open, just in case Joel would want a hand.

You climbed to your bed and placed head into the soft pillow.

"Oh fucking hell... This is what I needed," Joel muttered to himself at the feeling of water washing off a 4 day worth of a dirt, blood or whatever was covering him at that point.

He rested his head against the shower wall, simply enjoying the pleasant feeling. Joel made sure to check himself in case he needed to tend any wounds. As for a hit with a fucking metal baseball bat, I am surprised my ribs are still intact, he thought to himself. Only thing that kinda bothered him was a wound on his leg.

It took him half an hour to get himself to somehow permissible state. After drying himself he redressed and left the bathroom. Sitting down on the couch he started to dig through his backpack to find the aid kit to tend the wound on his leg.

You got awakened up by Joel again. It was probably caused by the fact you were having a light sleep.

Your eyes opened slowly, you rolled on the other side and looked at Joel through open door, yet you didn't get up from your bed.

Oh, how jealous you were of him. You knew you two were only colleagues but you counted for something more, and always were trying to do anything for him to notice you. He never did though, that's why you gave upon him.

Joel could feel a chills ran down his spine as he felt someone's eyes on him. It wasn't extremely unpleasant but for him it was simply unnecessary. Man looked over his shoulder right at you. "Have someone ever told you that staring is rude?," Joel asked and then turned his attention back to his leg.

"I am just checking if you don't need a hand," you replied and nuzzled to your pillow. You tried to hide the blush.

"Do I look like I need it? I'd ask for help if I would need one," Joel summed up, ribbing the bandage in half before tying around his leg and hiding the rest in his backpack.

You turned on the other side with a loud gasp. "Like you wish, Joel. Good night."

"Night," he said simply, getting comfortable on the couch. All he used was the pillow you gave him.

The anger raged within you. You couldn't believe that he has simply came to take a nap on your couch.

You grabbed your pillow and got up from bed, you walked on your tiptoes to stand right next to the couch, then you hit him with a pillow. "How could you left without a fucking word, Joel?!"

Joel nearly jumped out of his skin because of this sudden assault from your side. Probably if not the fact he knew where he was and who you were, he would punch back. For sure not with pillow.

"What the fuck, the hell is wrong with you, girl?!," He growled sitting up and turning to you.

You hit him few times with pillow. "You told me you'll come back. You never did! Only now! And only because some time ago I offered you a safe place!," You screamed at him.

He got up from the couch and stood in front of you. Joel was two if not three times your size, he was way bigger than you so disarming you wasn't much of a problem. "Seriously? Pillow? Try harder next time," he muttered and threw the pillow over his shoulder. "I told you I was busy, besides, since when you want me to be around?"

"Since the day we met, eh?," You snarled, and looked him hardly in the eyes. "You good knew that I have a feeling for you, even despite the fact you and Tess...," You gasped. "It's not important now, anymore. It's not important. I'm sorry for my outburst, it shouldn't have happened."

He looked at you with a frown, deeply confused at you confession. You had feelings for him? Was that even possible?

"No, it is important. Explain it now. What me and Tess?," Joel asked. He was curious what he will he hear from you.

You clenched palms in fists. "You and her are a thing, I'm not an idiot. You live together. You have common stuff to which you both are fully committed."

Joel chuckled and shook his head. Everything you just said was a complete nonsense.

"Listen..," he muttered and rubbed bridge of his nose. "Me and Tess, we were never a thing. Not even in the sightless degree. Sure, we worked together and she slept in my flat but that's it. Nothing more, nothing less," Joel explained.

"Yeah, yeah, if you think I'm going to believe this, you're mistaken," you told him, then went to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of whiskey, but instead of downing the glass, you downed the bottle itself.

Joel rolled his eyes and followed you. He took the bottle out of your hand and put it down on the countertop away from your reach. "And why would I lie to you, Y/N?"

"Because I'm only a colleague of yours, you don't need to tell me the truth," you shrugged.

"Oh, is that so?," He leaned on countertop, looking at you.

Joel did promise to come back to you but he indeed never did. There was few factor that made him stay away. You were younger, less experienced. That meant you deserved some as young as you, someone who isn't as broken as he is. Joel indeed cared about you but what was the point for him. “What If I tell you that you are really mistaken?"

"I don't care anymore," you grabbed the bottle he took away from you and downed it. "I don't care. Past few months have taught me that I can only count on myself, as everyone around is lying on purpose to gain something," you told him and ran fingers through your hair.

"Now I call it bullshit, Y/N. Because if you truly didn't care anymore, you wouldn't try to murder me with a pillow," Joel said crossing arms over his chest. He got a really stupid idea. "Okay, listen. I care about you, I really do... That's why I didn't come," Joel said, facepalming mentally.

You shrugged. "Good to know. After half a year," you went back to the little living room and flopped on the couch, you wiped a drop of whiskey that have left on your lips with the top of palm.

Joel rolled his eyes and joined you. "Well, you weren't much better. Just now I found out you have feelings for me because I really had no idea you were jealous of Tess," he chuckled and poked you on the ribs.

"Don't touch me," you snarled and shifted aside. "You were a dumbass then, how was it possible for you to not realize that I had a feeling for you?," You chuckled on your own words.

"Y/N. I am an old, broken smuggler," he sighed and looked at you. "You know me, you know everything. Can you blame me for this?"

"Yeah, I kinda can," you chuckled coldly and laid head on the pillow you borrowed him. "You might be old but with your age a wisdom should come along."

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Joel rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand to pull you up and onto his laps.

It was a mistake probably and it was wrong. You deserved far more than him but it wasn't a point then. He grabbed the back of your neck tightly and pulled into a kiss only to pull away as soon as he ran out of the air in his lungs. "Will this make us quit this smart talk?"

You licked you lips after the kiss he offered you.

Your heart rate increased, you were taken off your guard by his sudden movement.

Without questioning your own actions anymore, you started kissing him, while rolling your hips a little, to rub your core against his crotch.

He kissed you back, placing hand on your hip while the other moved under your silky nightgown. His rough hand caressed your soft, warm skin.

Soon you were flipped so Joel was hovering over you. His kisses moved down to your neck and even lower, he quickly found himself between your legs.

Joel looked up at you, checking if you didn't change your mind.

You tried to rub thighs together while moaning quietly for him. "And don't try to tell me that you didn't want this before," you whispers and bit your lower lip, observing man's movements. "I've dreamt of it."

Placing your legs on his shoulders Joel moved nightgown up, exposing your belly.

"Well, I can see that just by the fact you're wet already," he hummed before giving your pussy a one big lick, after this he wrapped his lips around your clitoris.

Joel played with your bundle of nerves and soon his thick fingers started to slowly slip inside of you.

You grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your boob. "That's it, handsome. Just keep going," you praised softly and tangled your fingers with his hair.

You rolled hips gently to get a little more friction.

Despite the fact you didn't want to manifest it, he was right; you became wet as soon as you've seen him at your door.

He smiled against your flesh, his fingers slipped inside of you. They moved in fast pace, curling inside of your from time to time while his lips never left your clit. "Come on, princess. Don't hold it back, I know you want go cum."

"I... Want... To... Cum... Around your... Cock," you gasped and cupped his face with both of your hands, rolling hips faster, fucking yourself against his bearded face.

Joel continued to eat you out until he decided it was enough. He moved away only to sit up and removed his shirt along with his pants, he pushed them down enough to free his cock. There was no time for playing around. Joel grabbed your legs and pulled you closer. He took his cock and teased your clit with it. "Are ya still sure about it?"

"Yeah," you murmured, biting your lower lip. You traced your hand right between your thighs to rub your pussy. You were soaking wet, indeed.

"But hands we keep up here," he said and grabbed both of your hand, Joel moved them over your head and kept them there using one of his hands.

He lowered himself and kissed you, pushing his cock deep inside of you without any warning. Joel started to fuck you hard and deep.

You ached your back and wrapped legs around his hips, you did it to deepen his pushes.

His cock stretched you nicely, and you moaned lowly, gasping a little when his tip hit the back of your pussy.

He moved faster, thrusting deeper and deeper with every move. Joel groaned lowly at the nice feeling of your warm walls squeezing his hard cock.

"You like it, huh? Is this what you wanted?," He snarled and his free hand moved between your bodies to pinch your clit before rubbing it in a slow circles.

You closed your eyes, and parted lips, a moan escaped them, and you rolled your hips a little more for Joel.

Joel hummed satisfied, looking down on you. You looked so beautiful, just a whimpering mess under him, just because of him.

He released your hands so he could wrap this arm around your waist to deepen the thrusts as much as possible, Joel moved down to place few kisses and bites on your neck.

Your hands rapidly went to scratch his back where you scratched a little. You loved the way he was hovering over your figure, you felt secured, in his arms you felt like in home.

You let him do whatever he wanted, you felt how desperate he was for your touch as well, but you knew he would never admit it

He hummed nuzzling to your neck, placing few more kisses there. Oh, how he loved the feeling of your small fragile body trapped right under him.

"Come on, princess. I know you want to cum, I can feel it," Joel purred deeply right into your ear.

You nuzzled to his bare, naked chest. You trailed your lips along every scar on his body, you moaned in a rhythm of his thrusts.

But when your climax has came, you remained silent. Only a little gasp of yours and tightening grasp of your legs wrapped around Joel's hips determined the moment you've reached your peak.

Joel gave you few harder thrusts before cumming deep inside of you. "Fuck," he growled and nuzzled to your neck with a happy hum.

He stayed motionless for a moment, trying the gain back the control on his own breath. Suddenly, Joel chuckled, kissing your neck and cheek. "Honestly? I expected more sound from you, princess."

You gasped and blushed oh so hardly, you didn't expect him to be so open. "Joel," you gasped. You blushed harder when you felt how your mixed cums dripped down your thighs when he slipped out of your core.

He hummed and gave one one more teasing thrust before moving up to look at you. "What is it, princess?"

"Don't go... Please, Joel, don't go... Don't leave me... I won't survive..."

He hushed you, pulling out slowly and laying both of you in comfortable position on the small couch. "I ain't going anywhere. Now, try to get some rest, okay?," Joel whispered, kissing your forehead.

"And when I wake up, you'll be still here?," You asked, letting your eyes closed.

"Yeah, I promise. Cross on my heart," he said hugging you tight.

You quickly drifted into sleep, being flanked by a firm grasp of the arms you loved the most.

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tired-stardust · 4 years ago

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Warning!! Spoilers for Supernatural 15x19: Inherit the Earth down below.

So I want to discuss 15x19 redflags. I’m sure we were all a little more than confused from this week’s episode and we all sensed something is off right? Hopefully I’m not just seeing things that aren’t there...

I’m calling it, I don’t think we’ve seen the end of Chuck. This 15x19 “finale” literally reeks of something that Chuck would write. I might be being too hopeful but I suspect they where being very literal when were told this is “the end of Chuck’s story.”

It makes sense right? His two favourite heroes saving the world and driving away into the sunset. Just them and the Impala. Classic.

We can’t really know what’s going on in next week’s finale but in the meantime I want to share some redflags in the hopes that I’m not completely off my rocker for noticing them....

Small tip offs:

-Chuck sends a dog to mess with Dean on their way to see Michael. This shows that he knows where they're going, probably who they’re are meeting, that he’s literally with them at all times and you’re telling me he didn’t realize what was happening with Jack?

- It’s suss that Michael has been “off the radar” from God. How do you rapture Adam without knowing where Michael is when they literally share a body.

-Lucifer saying “cuck” was just super weird.

-When the reaper reads God’s death outloud, it’s written so comicly dramatic: “Behold, in the end there is the end of he who created the beginning. And so it shall be”. Makes me feel like he’s the one who wrote it...

-Why does death go into another room if no one else can read the book. How can you kill Death without their scythe?

-The weird black and white flashback monologue of how Sam and Dean came up with their plan? Could be the writers, but could also be Chuck using unoriginal story tropes? (Ones Becky has criticized before in 15x4)

Bigger tip offs:

-The final showdown with Chuck beating our heroes into the dirt.

So heroes being beaten down and consistently getting up again is a classic trope (one I admittedly love too and makes me cry) But the way Chuck was toying with them, saying “come on now fellas, that’s enough. Just stay down.” over and over as he’s beating them? He’s enjoying the trope just as much as we do. Playing the part, saying his lines.

Just look at him. He’s having the time of his life. He enjoys seeing his heroes get up over and over. Just like we do.

- The boys being alone at the end.

We all know this not a good ending. But it makes sense if it’s Chuck’s version of a good ending. It explains why Eileen, Cas, Charlie, Donna, Bobby etc. all just kind of get forgotten. Why the bunker is so quiet. Remember, Chuck does not understand relationships nor see how important they are. His lack of understanding of love and what family means is so blatantly felt.

- Throughout the whole episode, the blocking of the actors proves that lack of understanding. The only physical contact actors have is during acts of violence and there are no shoulder/face pats or hugs between the boys at all. No physical contact. zilch. Like, this a HUGE contrast to what we were getting last episode.

There are only two times in the whole episode where Sam and Dean have contact and that’s when they are being beaten into the ground and help each other to stand up, and then at the end before they bro their way into the sunset. Both of which are scenes that play into Chuck’s narrative of “heroic brothers”... They literally don’t touch Jack once. (Even when they are saying goodbye at the end. You cannot tell me that Sam wouldn’t hug Jack there. Come on.)

-And then there’s that line at the end:

( Sam: "Just you and me going where the story takes us. Just us." )

( Dean: “Finally free”)

Just us? hmmm... “Just us.” sounds hella depressing to me.

My crazy theory is that Chuck has just given the boys the true illusion of freewill, but still on his terms, so that they’ll carry on their hamster wheel but have the power to suprise him. To give him his favourite show back. To “spark joy” again, like he says in the Radioshed during 15x12. In that episode he explicitly states that he doesn’t care about any of his toys other than Sam and Dean.. and I think this “ending” shows it?

Oh and also don’t forget. They use “Running on Empty” as the montage song for the end. When you follow the lyrics and the meaning of the song it clearly exposes the vapid ending for what it truly is. (This tweet has some great insight, please check it out: https://twitter.com/drfangirlphd/status/1327148889720442880?s=20)

The SPN writers are aware guys. They know what they're doing and however they take the story into the final episode, they are so damn brave to do this. I really hope they get the payoff they're looking for in the end <3

This episode saw two heroes save the world from the ultimate villain, before driving off into the sunset. They aren’t reunited with their loved ones and they are somehow happy “going where the story takes us”.

Chuck’s favourites...

As a small parting easter egg, the location of the final confrontation was kind of... distinctive. Not somewhere we know and rather dramatic right?

Compare it to this shot in 15x4. Where Chuck writes the first draft of his ending and these are arranged next to him...

Just a little food for thought

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arthurflecksgirl · 4 years ago

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Arthur being empathic while you`re in pain

I got this request saying

“Hi, i have a bad back and if i strain it too hard, my legs give out and i can't move for a few minutes, can you do something where it happens to the reader and she starts crying out of frustration, but Artie understands?”

I suffer from chronic back pain,too. So this request hit me right in the heart. I wrote this piece and I hope it comforts you. <3 And I really hope your pain will get better <3

The sensation of Arthurs taste upon your lips woke you from a peaceful sleep. You`ve never experienced such peaceful nights before, as you now did with him on your side. Bodies enterwined, sharing bedsheets and switching pyjamas until you felt all lulled up into the energy of his. You felt Arthurs aura embracing your sleeping body. Your subconscuousness taking notes of every kiss he placed on your sleepy face, every whispered word he breathed into your hair while he was watching you drifting away.

"Wake up m love" you licked your lips. They tasted like him. There was nothing you loved more than having his taste on your lips, his scent on your skin. Being close to him was what saved you in your darkest hours. You wish you could contain his taste and scent in a bottle and take it with you when you left the house. Sometimes you wore his cologne, but that wasnt the same. Wearing his old sweaters was much more helpful, but you weren`t allowed to wear them at work. The taste of his lips used to linger on your lips for some time. But never enough. You wanted him all the time.

Not being able to feel him, taste him or smell him left you empty. Even if it was ony for a couple of hours.

"Good morning, Artie" you replied, getting anouther taste of his mouth on yours. "You taste like coffee. Would you make me one, too?" Arthur handed you a cup and smiled "I already did". You took a sip and stretched your arms "I slept so well tonight" your eyes catched the watch beside the bed "Wait....is it? Its only past midnight."

"I know." he whispered, nodding. "Sorry I had to wake you. But I´ve got a little surprise for you and well...I can only show you tonight. It will be gone in the morning". He smirked into his Murray Franklin show coffee cup.

Gone in the morning? What could it possibly be?

"A suprise? Its not even my birthday"

He stoke your face gently "I dont need birthdays to wanting to make you happy".

"But why gone in the morning? What is it?"

"Please! " his smirk crossed the left corner of his mouth "It wouldnt be a surprise anymore if I told you, right? The only thing I can tell you is that we have to go now. C`mon, baby. Get in your clothes and we will get in the night liner. It will get us there."

"We`re going out?"

"Dont worry, I got it all planned out. Just come with me."

You finished your coffee and got out of bed. Still a bit sleepy but excited to see what Arthur has planned for you. Waking you up in the middle of the night to get in the nigtliner and go somewhere? It sounded like fun. Arthur never ceased to surprise you.

"What should I take with me?" you asked him.

"Nothing" he replied while only taking his keys with him "All we need is each other."

You got out the door and walked up to the subway station. It was full of people. Even at night. Gotham never slept. Sometimes you thought that Gotham was even more alive at night than it was at daytime. It was easier to commit crime and Gotham was the center of it. Before you met Arthur you wouldnt even dare to step outside the house after midnight. It was impossiblefor any woman to feel save out on those streets. Even men got attacked a lot. Arthur knew best. He got beaten down and robbed more than once. But since he got a gun with him you felt a lot saver. You knew he would only use it to defend your lifes. Or the life of others.

After you got out of the subway you didnt even knew where you stopped. It took way longer than you thought. You asked him where you are but Arthurs answer was nothing but a smirk. He took your hand, let it swing and just lead you. You didnt even cared. Curiousity had you. But walking with him, hand in hand, in the middle of the night, after an spontanious subway trip was great enough. Arthur made the most simple things feel ike magic. Even if it was just holding hands outside an unknown street after midnight.

The street lead to an abandoned place. It got more quiet with every step you took. Soon you couldnt even hear the noise of the city and trains anymore. The dim light of the few streetlamps on the sidewalk made Arthurs hair shine . His curls almost reaching the fabric of his old, worn out jacket on his shoulders.

You walked along the sidewalks as he layed his arm around you.

"I am sure you will love it" he said. There was this kind of excitement in his voice. Like surprising you made him just as happy as you would have a gift for him. Arthur was a giver through and through. He loved to make others happy. Seeing someone smile because of him was his greatest joy.

You enjoyed the walk with him very much. If only your back wouldnt start to hurt as you had to walk up a small hill. The nature around you was stunning, especially at nighttime. You didnt even knew there was a forest . You just wanted to enjoy this special trip. Back pain was the last thing you needed now. You have suffered from a bad back for a long time and you knew the signals. You knew you should justtake a break. But you didnt wanted to tell him. He was so excited abotut showing you whatever it was that he wanted you to see or experience.

"I hae never been here before" you said, looking up at the trees, which seemed so different in the dark. The dark, somehow managed to make everything even more beautiful to you.

"I have been here a lot of times. "

"You have?When? Before we met?"

"Yeah....and after that" his grin grew as he pettet your back. The part that was hurting. He didnt knew in how much pain you were right now. But his touch made you feel better for a brief moment. Maybe you should just tell him.

"You take walks in the forest? All by yourself?"

"Sometimes..." he looked up to the sky, like he was searching for something.

Why would he take walks in the forest? Without you? Was he feeling worse again and he wouldnt tell you? Just like you didnt wanted to tell him about your pain? Was he trying to get away from you by coming here? Trying to breathe?

"You`ll see why" he whispered.

The noises of the forest by night fascinated you, as you walked deeper into it.

You still had to walk up this small hill and it was getting exhausting. The pain in your back grew with every step. Not now. Please not now. Arthur wanted to see you happy. He planned something out for you.

You tried to distract yourself by listening to the sound of the forest by night. It was beautiful, almost magical. Something everyone should experience. Maybe he just found some peace here out in the woods. Away from all the noise in Gotham city.

But still. The thought of him coming here alone made you sad. You wanted to share it with him.

Suddenly he stopped. "Do you see it? Look! Over there i that big tree!"

He pointed at an old, big tree. It stood out a lot. There was no way to oversee it.

"Is that an..."

"Tree house!" Arthur yelled into the night. His voice vibrating with happiness.

"Its for us! I built it! So we can have our secret place out here. Just the two of us and the nature around....the smell of the forest. What do you think?"

You couldnt belive that you thought he was trying to get away from you by coming here some minutes ago. When the truth was, that he was actually building you a tree house.

"Arthur....thats....wow. I dont know what to say. You are leaving me speechless. YOU did this? "

He nooded "For you, baby. Wanna visit it? There is something more I wanna show you as soon as we climbed up."

Arthur took your hand and lead you up, you almost reached the treehouse as the pain in your back was getting so bad, your legs started to give out. Arthur noticed immeadiately and supported you with his arms "Oh my god, honey whats wrong?"

You grabbed Arthur by the arms "Its happening again. No, no, no. Please. Not now!"

You couldnt belive your unfortune. It should have been the perfect night out there together. And now your health was ruining everything again. You hated it. You hated it so much. Your eyes started to fll with tears of sorrow and pain.

"Its what I told you about, Arthur. Sometimes when I strain my back too hard, my legs just give out."

The worried look on Arthurs beautiful face hurt you even more. He wanted to make you happy tonight. He wanted to see you smile. And now you cried. Unable to move.

"I can`t move right now. This might take a few minutes. I`m so sorry Arthur."

He held you in his arms, so it was ipossible for you to fall down. " Dont be sorry. I am the one who`s sorry. I lead you into the woods and your back hurts because of me. I should have thought about climbing up that hill would be too much for you. God, I am so stupid!"

"Dont say that. I should have told you minutes ago that my back started to hurt but I havent. I have to blame myself. This pain always ruins everything. I ruined our date."

Arthur wiped your tears away by rubbing his cheek against yours. Your tear was smeared up against his skin now. Shared tears in the dark.

"Oh Y/N. Why didnt you tell me? WE should have take a break from walking? You can tell me anything. You know that right? If something is too much for you, just tell me. Let me know how you feel. Every time. Okay? Did you hear me? No matter in what kinda situation we are. Always tell me when you are in pain. I dont wanna see you suffer. "

You cried even harder now. Athur was so understanding. Not everyone was. Some of your friends didnt understand what was happening to you from time to time. But Artur was empagthic enough to do so. You looked at him, so greatful to have him on your side.

"Does it hurt?"

You nodded.

"I am so sorry. Is there anything I can do? Anything? "

"Just hold me until I can move again" you whispered in his neck.

"Okay" Arthur kissed your wet cheek and breathed sweet words against your skin until the pain got a little better.

"I dont think I can walk up to that tree house anymore, Artie. I feel so bad about it."

Arthur held you close "Look , there is nothing you have to feel bad about it. My purpose is to make you smile. To be here for you. And not every day is filled with happy tears. Sometimes its tears of sadness, of pain. But I will be there to kiss them all away. " he gently caressed your back. "Tell me which part hurts the most?" You showed him.

Artie kneed down on you, lifted up your shirt and kissed the hurting parts of your back.

It still hurt but it felt so good. His love was the mest medicine. The only medicine. It eased your heart and stopped your tears from falling.

"You`re so good to me, Arthur!"

"Because I love you Y/N."

He continues kissing athe part of your body you hated so much, because it caused you so much pain and troubles. "Does it help?"

"A lot, Artie." you sniffed "I am so sorry I ruined your plan"

"Honey, you didnt. We can still go up there if you want to"

"I want to, but I reach it."

Arthur lifted you up and held you in his arms "I will carry you, okay?"

You giggled "Are you serious?"

"Of course! I will carry you to the end of the world if its necessary"

Arthur carried you all the way up to the tree house and helped you to climb up the small ladder. He supported your back the best he could and some minutes later you found yourself in the most cosy treehouse you could have ever imagined.

Pillows and blankets filled the small space. Some blank journals and books. An old cassette player that worked with batteries and some music tapes. I was all so Arthur. The place was filled with him. A piece of the man you loved right there, hidden in the woods.

"Oh my god. This is amazing!"

"Sit down and rest a bit" he said. So you did.

You sat down and rested your head upon Arthurs shoulders . It was way easier to move now and you took a deep breath in.

After a few relaxing minutes of rest and the certainty that he was on your side no matter what, you wondered about what the other surprise was.

Arthur asked you if you could stand up and lead you to the open window of the tree house he build for you.

His tender hand pointed at the sky and a big, red , full moon was shining down on you.

"Wow. I have never seen this before! Its red"

Arthurs puppy eyes stared at the night sky "Its called blood moon. I saw it in the news three days ago. They said it will take place today, so I thought this would be the perfect reason to finally show you the tree house. Our little home out here. When Gotham gets overwhelming, we can just come here and be together. Listening to the voice of the forest. Nature has its own songs. You know? I have never noticed before because I was in the city all my life. Until I came here,Sometimes when I listen to the wind in the trees, it sounds like a whisper. Its music in my ears.”

“Everything is music in your ears, Artie. Because you are magic”

He chuckled. “We can put on some real music. I got us some nice tapes..Its a good place to dance, to make love....” he smirked.

"Thats wonderful, Arthur. Thank you. For everything."

Arhurs hand gently caressed tha part of your back that was causing you so much pain before. He didnt said anything but you knew that he wanted to let you know that no matter what pain will cause you to suffer, he will always be that special light in the sky. A mysterious moon hidden, somewhere deep in the dark forest of your heart.

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ahatintimestorybook · 4 years ago

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AHIT Twin AU- Sickness and Bullying

Here is the 2nd part of the bullying arc and minor TW: someone gets hurt

Enjoy!!

@winterpower98

MJ woke up to his alarm clock ringing. He picked up the clock and turned it off before getting out of bed to clean up and get ready for school. “Wake up Luka. We have school today.” MJ groaned. Luka moaned snuggling deeper into his pillow.

Once MJ got cleaned up, got his hair tied up into a ponytail and dressed he saw Luka was still in bed. MJ groaned and shook his little brother again. “Come on Luka, we’re going to be late.” MJ shook his little brother a bit harder until he heard something come from his brother’s mouth.

Cough

MJ stepped back when he heard Luka cough. Luka got up and coughed again harder, almost gagging. MJ went over to his little brother’s head and felt how hot he was. This scared MJ, he’d been fine with Luka getting sick before, but since the Lazy Paw trio started to bully MJ it scared him to go to school without Luka. Now that the bullies were in the same class as them it was ten times worse than it was in the past.

No. MJ was not going to school alone. He quickly went to Luka’s side of the closet and picked random clothes for Luka and threw it on his bed. “Come on Luka get dressed!” MJ yelled.

Luka slowly got up and held his head as it felt heavy. MJ saw Luka’s tired bloodshot eyes, sweat rushing down his face, and pale as a ghost. As much as MJ would want Luka to stay home he is not going to school alone. MJ went over to Luka’s bed and tried to drag him out of bed to get ready, but the moment Luka stood up he collapsed on the floor before coughing and groaning.

“I know your sick Luka, but I am not going to school alone!” MJ whined.

Soon MJ heard a knock. “Michael! Luka! Are you boys up yet?” Angela asked.

“W-we are!” MJ lied. “Just getting Luka out of bed.” MJ picked up Luka and set him down on his bed as he went and tried to change his little brother.

Soon Angela came in horrified seeing MJ trying to get his sick little brother ready for school. “MJ are you crazy!” Angela shouted. “Don’t you see your little brother is sick!” MJ gulped and rubbed his arm he knew, he just couldn’t tell them why. Angela sighed and looked at Luka. “Luka, baby are you okay?”

Luka groaned and shook his head slowly. “No.” Angela sighed and hugged her son before letting him lay back down.

“Rest well Luka. I’ll take your temperature after breakfast.” Angela promised. Luka nodded and slowly fell asleep. Angela then turned to her older son and took his hand. “You young man come down for breakfast we have a long talk before school.” Angela then dragged MJ out of the room leading him to the kitchen to eat breakfast.

“Ok mom.” MJ sighed.

At the kitchen table Angela told her husband, Richard about MJ trying to drag his sick little brother to school. Richard was upset, but MJ was already guilty about it. He knew Luka was sick, but he didn’t want to tell his parents why he tried to drag Luka along.

“MJ how stupid can you be!” Angela snapped. “Luka is sick, why would you bring him to school sick?”

MJ stuttered. He wanted to tell his parents what was going on, but he couldn’t. “I-I didn’t know he was sick.” He lied.

Angela and Richard looked at each other. Angela sensed something was wrong with MJ, when she arrived in the room she saw him try to drag his sick brother out of bed. She knew that MJ knew Luka was sick, but he tried to wake him up to get to school with him somehow.

“MJ I know you're not telling me the truth.” Angela said. MJ looked up at his mother. “Please could you tell me what’s wrong?” MJ sat there quietly not wanting to tell his parents about what’s been going on with him in school.

Luckily he was saved by the school bus. MJ sighed and threw away his breakfast. “I’ll tell you after school. Bye mom and dad.” Quickly before Angela could stop him MJ was already out the door. Angela sighed putting her hand over her face.

Richard frowned and put his arm around Angela. “It's alright Angie. We’ll ask him what’s wrong after school.” Richard reassured his wife. Angela gave a small smile and gave her husband a kiss. “Come on let’s go check up on Luka.”

“Right.” Angela agreed.

At school, MJ distanced himself from everyone. He did his class work in silence despite having to hear the snickers from the Lazy Paw Trio. Since they knew MJ was alone it was the perfect time to take down the twin.

When recess started MJ was about to walk towards the tree he and Luka would stay under, but was pulled away by Blake and slammed into the wall. The trio snickered as MJ glared at his bullies. “Look gang, Mikey doesn’t have his wimpy little brother around.” Blake mocked.

MJ growled and shoved Blake away. “Leave me alone!” He snapped.

The bullies glared and Scott grabbed MJ’s arm pulling him close before pushing him on the ground. MJ slowly tried to get back up but Robin and Blake held MJ down with their feet as Scott came close, chuckling at how defenseless MJ had become.

MJ struggled to get loose, but that made the bullies hold him tighter, chuckling evilly as MJ winced in pain. Scott formed his hand into a fist and it soon collided with MJ making the young boy scream.

Back at home Luka was having some soup for lunch. Turned out he was sick with a 101 degree fever, but with some rest, liquids and something warm he should be back to his old spirited self in no time. “Thanks mom.” Luka whispered.

“Anything for you, Lulu.” Angela replied.

Luka gave a small smile, but felt like now was a good time to tell his parents what’s going on “Mom, dad could I tell you something?” He asked.

“Sure what is it?” Richard asked in reply.

Luka opened his mouth, but quickly closed it. He promised MJ he wouldn’t tell, but after what his parents told him he needed to. “If I tell you this, would you promise not to tell MJ?” He asked.

Angela and Richard wondered if Luka was going to tell them the reason about MJ’s behavior early this morning. “Honey, MJ was acting weird this morning.” Luka’s eyes widened hearing this. Guess their parents were closing in on MJ’s behavior.

“We were going to wait till you were better for you to tell us, but if you want to tell us now. Fine by me.” Richard continued.

Luka sighed. “Alright.” He took a deep breath and got himself comfortable before explaining everything to his parents. “Well since 3rd grade, MJ and sometimes myself get bullied by these three kids called the Lazy Paw Gang.” He started. “They always make MJ so miserable. They call him names, throw things at him, corner him to the wall, and I stand up for him, but sometimes I end up getting hurt too.”

Angela and Richard were shocked. They didn’t know their sons, mainly MJ was being bullied, and this was going on for two years! “Honey!” Angela gasped. “Why didn’t you tell us?” She asked.

“Because MJ told me not to tell.” Luka replied. “If we told, it will make things worse for us because you're a lawyer mom. He didn’t want to use law as his protection.” Angela was taken aback hearing from Luka why MJ didn’t want to tell her. “Despite all the times we told the teacher and principal they got worse and worse.” Luka coughed hard and as he died tears started to come out of his eyes. “And MJ is scared of going to school alone.” He revealed.

Now Angela and Richard got their answer to MJ’s behavior this morning.

“If MJ goes alone he gets hurt badly. It happened before, remember when I was sick last year?” Luka asked. Angela and Richard nodded. “When MJ came home I found out the Lazy Paw Trio pushed him to the wall and he fell and no one stood to help him, everyone laughed at him.” Luka sobbed.

Richard went over to Luka and hugged him close. Angela herself was on the brink of tears. She didn’t know what MJ was going through for the past two years and was suprised he didn’t crack between the start of the bullying till now.

As Luka cried he started to cough harder, which made Richard rub his back hoping it would calm him down. “I wanted to tell you guys, but MJ told me not too because he didn’t want to make it worse. So I kept it a promise.”

“Oh Luka.” Richard sighed. “You should have told us this was going on.” He explained.

“Yeah Luka.” Angela agreed. “If you knew this was going on we could have helped you two.”

Luka sniffled and wiped his eyes. “I just don’t want to see MJ getting hurt.” He whimpered.

“MJ would have gotten more hurt if you didn’t tell us.” Richard explained. Luka looked up at his father and saw a mix of sadness and anger in his eyes. Luka looked down; he knew bright as day MJ was going to keep getting hurt even just to protect him, but he also didn’t want to make the situation worse.

From all the crying Luka felt tired again and slowly fell asleep. Richard gave a small smile and he ushered his wife to leave the room so their son could get some rest. As they left the room, the phone rang and Angela ran to grab it.

“Hello?” Angela answered. “Yes?” Angela’s expression dropped, almost dropping the phone in the process. “I-is he okay?” She asked. Richard quickly went over to his wife hoping to calm her down. Angela sighed at what the person on the phone told her. “I-I’ll head on over there myself. Thank you. Bye.” Angela hung up the phone ready to cry.

“A-Angela? What happened?” Richard asked.

“MJ got beaten up.” Angela cried. Richard covered his mouth in shock. Their worst fears coming true as a result of MJ and Luka not telling them about what’s going on. Angela tried to calm down, wiping the tears from her eyes but they kept falling.

“Is he?” Richard asked.

“H-he’s fine. He is in the nurse’s office and someone needs to pick him up.”

Richard nodded. “I’ll do it.” Angela nodded back as Richard went to grab his coat and hat before leaving the house to pick up his son. Once he left Angela cried that her little boy was hurt.

Richard made it to the school and quickly went into the nurse’s office. “I-Is he okay?” Richard asked.

The nurse looked up at Richard. “A-are you the father of Michael Prince?” The nurse asked.

“Y-yes.” Richard replied, but the nurse didn’t answer his question. “Is MJ alright?” He asked.

The nurse nodded and moved away, and what Richard saw left him in tears. MJ had a black eye, and had a towel over his nose getting a nose bleed from the bullies, he also had bruises on his arms thanks to Robin and Blake pushing their feet onto MJ’s arms.

“He doesn’t have a concussion, but he does need to go home for the day.” The nurse told him.

“Okay.” Richard replied. He found MJ’s stuff on a chair and picked it up. The nurse held MJ up and the older twin followed his father to the car. The car ride home was quiet, Richard wanted to start a conversation with MJ, but MJ turned away from him just facing the car window.

Once they made it home Richard didn’t get out of the car. “MJ. Luka told us what was going on.” Richard revealed.

MJ turned to his father and glared. “I told Luka not too.” He growled. “Why did he-” Richard cut off his son.

“Michael! I know you wanted to keep your secret, but look at you!” Richard yelled. MJ jumped back from his father’s outburst. He didn’t want to hear much of it and got out of the car, grabbed his stuff and went inside the house.

When MJ came in he heard more yelling coming from his mother. “Just three days suspension!” Angela shouted. “My baby got hurt! And only three days! Not a month or expulsion?” Angela saw MJ walk in the kitchen not looking up at her mother. Angela covered her mouth seeing her son’s injuries in person. Angela sighed. “Alright. Fine. Fine!” She snapped before hanging up the phone. She took a breather and sat down on the chair hoping to relax.

Richard finally came in and saw his wife distraught. “See.” MJ started causing his parents to look at him. “This is why I told Luka not to tell.” MJ turned from his parents and wanted to be alone in his room, but Richard stopped him.

“Now MJ.” Richard spoke up. “I know you wanted to keep this a secret, but you're hurt and we were worried about you this morning.”

Now it was Angela’s turn to comfort MJ. “Michael. We care and love you and Luka told us because he cares a lot about you.” She reassured her son. “If Luka was hurt or worse would you keep it a secret because Luka told you too, or tell someone?”

This question opened MJ’s eyes. MJ turned to his family and glared. “That will never happen! Because I’ll be able to know what’s going on with Luka and protect him before anything happens to him!” He shouted.

“And that’s what Luka is doing for you!” Richard shouted. “He told us because he was looking out for you!”

“One day, Luka will need you and it's your choice to tell us or handle it on your own keeping it a secret.” Angela added. MJ frowned and looked down tears coming down his face. Angela and Richard went over to MJ and hugged him.

MJ couldn’t hold it in and sobbed into his parents arms. “I hate school! I hated them! I hate how they hurt me! I wish I could use my magic and everything will be better!” MJ sobbed letting out all the anger and sadness he held in all these years.

Angela hushed her son and rubbed his back to comfort him. “It's alright. Let it out. Let it out.” She soothed. MJ’s loud cries turned into sobs as his family gave him the comfort and love he needed.

#ahit twin au #ahit au #MJ Prince #MoonJumper #ahit the prince #ahit moonjumper #Luka Prince #Angela Prince #Richard Prince #Tw bullying #Tw minor blood

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theholyyuunoaduck · 4 years ago

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Purpouse......every living thing has it but what is it thats what we all search for what we all crave

Perhaps life is just all of searching for that very thing that gives it meaning so what might be yours....hm?

Copper thats all that was registering towards his senses the taste

The smell full of copper yuu was suspended in the air by his friends possessed body being held by the throat beaten badly the remenants of his sword formed of salt began to crumble yet his hand gripped and gripped the handle of his blade as if it would somehow save everyone and everything the markings across his body from the curse began to receed

"Ah...i wish the sky was blue instead of this red shade" he would think to himself

"You know its rude to ignore the one you love when they ask you something" her voice or perhaps his voice reverberated in his ears the melodic tone of shigamas vocal cords ran through his brain sounding like the mix of the both of them

Go......to hell...

Hmm intresting

Shigama braught yuu's face closer to the body of the possessed girl with lilac hair her wings seemed to suspend them both in the air looking as if her lips were mere inches from his as her lips parted revealing her fangs

What makes you think this isnt hell already

Her lips curled around his exposed neck but stopped midway as her body shook ever so slightly as if there was a break sputtering towards a stop

H..haha...still trying to fight are you shinoa....just stay asleep for a while longer....it'll all be over soon

Yuu now!! A voice entered yuu's mind as if the words were always there the familiar voice of his demon called out to him they wouldn't receive this chance again and yuu knew it

There was no time for hesitation

No room to falter right now everything had been entrusted to him guren his freinds his family everyone was counting on him the entire world but most importantly shinoa was counting on him and he knew this as his blade peirced her heart before shi could regain control of the body he so longed for the perfect vessel as he would always call it

Gh! H-how dare you..! The angelic figure sputtered and coughed blood doing his best to pull away but yuu wouldnt let him get away they both began to fall together towards the fall however this was of no concern to yuichiro as he closed his eyes and took another deep breath within himself

The wind blew through his hair and the sweet scent of roses tickled his nostrils as he opened his eyes he no longer found himself within the world only humans new the plane of existence we could all see and feel now he was within her heart asuramaru had been right this was the only way to enter her heart the sensation falling did not leave him as he looked around the white cloudy noise that seemed to perfiate all around him he was now within the demons heart and his destination where the iron doors leading to the heart of another the source of the sickly sweet smell of petals dancing in the wind his wounds had healed and he felt as if there was nothing that could stop him however he knew this to be far from the truth

Youll only have a few minutes before the angel takes over yuu...and once you give me to shinoa

Ill be gone....right we already know the plan....lets just hope i can do this....

We will....

Right......yuu's eyes no longer held the depth of despair and emptiness his eyes gleamed with new found determination and purpose everyone was counting on him

She is counting on him his eyes began to turn a shade of darkness that would swallow the ocean themselves leaving the iris of them stained with honey a sweet flavor perhaps the only sweet thing that could be said about all day since the fight had begun as he passed through the gates that seemed unmovible before his sense of balance began to shift as if the earth within their hearts rotated and started pulling him up rather than gravity pulling him down and there he was the vestige of everything leading up to this moment all the suffering the pain the loss all of it culminated before his eyes the angel seemed to not have noticed but only a naive fool would beleive in those thoughts it was more accurate to say he did not acknowledged his existence as a threat chosing instead to keep his back turned consuming his long awaited prize blood trickling from his fangs as he panted and let go of the milky white skin of shinoa's neck perverted by the crimson wholes that gave evidence of shigama's testiment towards the word vampire

Shinoa was slumped over chained to pillars as if she was long gone but the world around them the deep red rather than the white skys would say other wise his senses were now more in tune due to the curse and the angel that the boy seemed to be comprised of his ears could catch it the faint yet evident beating of her heart so much of it had already been consumed by the demon a tenth maby even less had remained of the girl and this infuriated him to no end his teeth grinded his fists clenched as he stared down the monster before him the fight against time.....the fight to save her heart her very existence was about to begin and the odds had never been stacked higher against him and he knew this his breath hitched but from what he could not descern from fear? Fear of what? Fear of death? He had died before multiple times in fact no he did not fear death....there was only one word that could describe this feeling

Anger

Pure unfiltered rage thats all that clouded his mind the images playing freshly within his mind of shigamas pale lips against her neck the deep gnashes within his friends his father were they dead? He couldn't think of such things right now

He needed to focus

Thats right yuu focus your attention here...right now for this will be....your final death......the beautifull angel turned to look towards his creation

I will be God by the end of this ba-

He could not finish the words before yuu charged him focusing everything he had towards his speed pushing him farther and farther towards the open gates he had tried so long to open yet could never so much as budge them he was surely suprised by this development as he flapped his wings open hoping to stop the momentum of yuu's wings and physical strength that focused on the point of his neck it was obvious what his goal was remove him.from the heart of his beloved

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The room filled with his anger his rage but it would not be enough as his heels began to screetch against the walls that were stained red signifying shinoa's humanity

ASURA-KANNON: THOUSAND BLADES

Yuu yelled at the top of his lungs with such force the taste of copper began to fill his mouth again

Thousands of blades appeared from nowhere and everywhere all of them fixed on a single point aimed and poised towards one objective

FORCE HIM OUT

Yuu yelled once again as the blades all flew towards the pair that seemed to slow in their stop every milla second that passed

Youre desperate.... He said calmly as the blades began hurdling towards him causing smoak to rise with each blade hitting him causing his body to take another screetching inch backwards towards the door

He was right yuu knew this all too well this wasnt a sign of strength being able to push shigama doji back this was an act of desperation forcing every muscle strand to strain and pop all in the vain effort to force him out as fast as he could before his body would give out

Klank the final blade hit the floor with the sound that seemed to echo once again deepening yuu's despair he gasped looking up as shigama slapped him across the face sending him huddling towards the spot where this all began rolling through the floor he gasped coming out of the ground panting the dust just begginging to settle

Fuck....

Mmm smart....but that was all instinct wasnt it yuichiro

Had you not blocked that attack when you had

The dust revealed yuichiro's mangled arm that seemed to be a simple cracker after dropping it from the empire state while the other was completely grinded to dust

Youd have lost your head.....

It was a good attempt dont get me wrong...futile as it may have been

Yuu began to wobble back to his feet the blade of salt begginging to form within his palm

Oh please...shigama crossed the distance between the both of them within the flash of a second split by the same blade that so desperately tried to sever his head and push him back a second ago

The explosion of the impact destroyed the pillars holding shinoa down crushing her body underneath the same pillars and sent yuichiros blade flying through the air slicing it and landing near her viscinity

Atop him was the angel that seemed to toy with him yuu's hands seemed to bearly hold hi head away from him

N-nghh!! His grunts where loud and strained he gasped as shi's needle like fangs punctured his neck like wet paper he gasped in pain and tugged at the hair of the beast his body began to go limp as he looked towards shinoa for what felt like would be the last time....how many times has he failed her in such a way..

Shi...shinoa..!....please..!

His hand outstretched towards the rubble and his blade

Shinoa...please was all that she could hear where was she was this a dream it sure felt like one weightless and without strength as if no matter how hard her fists would move itd feel as if something held her force back within a dream but she willed every finger every fiber of her being to reach towards the emerald blade so close to her if only she could reach out for it

Yuu's vision began to fade towards black perhaps this was finally the time to resign there would be no happy ending no hero saving the day after all he aways wasn't much of a hero the real hero to him had always been

Her

His eyes shot up as wide as they could possibly go to see the strands of lilac push against the winds of fate as his head rung from the blow and her battle cry she was doing it she peirced the blade through the monsters shoulder and pushed him towards his destination

HRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

She yelled at the top of her lungs pushing and pushing once again shigama flapped his majestic wings but this time in desperation

Shit!! Stop!

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

shi turned his head to witness the monester that yelled that same cry once again the angel he had created charged at the both of them and held tight to the appendages that begged to be let go in order to stop the flow of motion however

HAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!

GRAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

They yelled in unison as they both with all their combined might threw the first outside the walls and quickly shut behind them the world no longer red but white they had succeded in the first step to victory the first shook in anger and looked towards his hands that trembled but not shierly of anger nor fear but from weakness having been ripped out of his hosts perfect body essentially split his power by half...the other half found its way towards their true owner as she puffed her chest with her trademark smirk

The balls on our side now...

Grr....dont be so cocky now..ive been in before and ill return once more

The both of them stood up panting staring down their assailent hearts quivering in anticipation at what would be undoubtedly their final confrontation as their eyes glossed over with determination and anger every emotion culminated in thousands of years burned within their eyes as they stood up slowly

I forgot who asked me to write what i would think about would be the ending of owari no seraph and i have to say sorry!! Dyslexia is a bitch!! If you remmember who you are please slap me for forgetting

Anyway to keep my stories fresh ill be posting it in peices

#owari no seraph #seraph of the end #yuichiro hyakuya #shinoa hiiragi #shikama doji

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lost-eternity · 4 years ago

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Match Up Requests: CLOSED.

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Match up for: @melancholicbutbeautiful

Okie dokie! I match you with....

The 9th doctor!

I know. This isn't everyone's favourite Doctor. He isnt as cute as the 10th or as puppy-man incarnate as the 11th but hear me out. I think he needs you.

Let's start simple, shall we?

He absolutely adores your height.

Standing at an impressive 182cm (6 feet), the 9th would be all over you. He's got a good 18 cm on you. Fully expect him to be "accidentally" leaning on your head and cracking short jokes at the most inappropriate times.

You're running from Daleks (it's an occupational hazard)? He'd say something along the lines of "hahah! I'm suprised they can even see you down there!" Cue and unamused glare from you. It's like.... we're trying not to die here and NOW you are making a short joke? Seriously?

You both probably meet at a museum. One of those quirky wax museums. Life-like historical figures expertly sculpted in wax, their empty eyes somehow full with false life. It combines both your passion for history and art, enabling you to walk up close to these esteemed figures who shaped our society.

But you can't focus on the wax creations, nor the historical excerpts that come with them. Instead, you keep getting this unnerving feeling like your being watched. When you turn around, you catch this one guy staring at you. So you look back at him like ???. And instead of quickly looking away like a NORMAL person would he just continues to stare.

So now things are awkward and your kinda tempted to reach for your keys. You know. Just in case.

And that is when you feel someone grabbing you from behind. Weirdly cold hands wrap around your arm, constricting you in a white-knuckle grip. Spikes of numbness shoot up your arm as the blood circulation is cut off to your hand.

You whirl around to face your attacker and are like ???. Why the HELL is Bob Ross attacking you? Like. What?

That was when the fire alarm began to go off.

Before you could react much, someone full on BEHEADED Bob Ross. He immediately releases you and promptly walks himself into a wall. The now headless wax Bob Ross backs up, then moves forward again. Then hits the wall. Rinse and repeat.

The guy who was staring at you earlier, now clutching the ironically red fire axe. Guess you now know who pulled the alarm.

The expression on this guy is borderline mianical as he Cheshire grinned at you. "Hi! What's your name?"

"Uh... y/n..."

"Nice to meet you, y/n, I am the Doctor. Now. Run!"

He grabs your hand and you charge for the exit, herding everyone else out of the museum as more and more wax figures come to life.

Springing into animation, they kinda slowly amble after you. It's not exactly efficient but it is pretty damn threatening.

This moment lead you into a series of events that eventually concluded in you both accidentally almost blowing up Big Ben to stop and alien hive mind from taking over Earth.... whoops. Not that it mattered to much. Because despite the terror and confusion that seemed to now be perpetually stricken in your mind, you had the time of your life.

But despite your pestering and begging, the Doctor adamantly refused to allow you to tag along on his next adventure. He wouldn't explain why. Instead he just dropped you off at your house, swearing to wipe your memory if you spoke a word of this to anyone.

Of course, you called him out on it, asking him if you could meet the "Men in Black" later.

He wasnt amused by your jab, saying that you reminded him of someone who we couldn't afford to lose again... and then promptly vanished after that

At first you thought you would never see him again. That he was just a phantom that emerged in your life, a chance crossing that never should have been. The moment your life was touched by something bigger... greater than the mundane reality you have been so long trapped it.

It was intoxicating. Addicting.

But as fate would have it, you did meet again. Except this time you weren't saving him from a domineering alien race, or robotic tin cans that sewed a path of destruction. No. You were saving him from himself.

Cut off from his own kind, the 9th Doctor was a damaged man, disparagingly grieving over the intense suffering he had witnessed; the destruction he had inflicted on his people as the result of his own actions.

He tore himself up, berated himself. Told himself that he did not deserve to be alive. After all, he was a monster in human skin. Because only a monster could cause the pain he had

The doctor struggled with the idea of isolation, he was the last of the Time Lords, having left the conflict with the excruciating knowledge of his hand in its apparent grisly conclusion and he would react strongly if pushed on the matter.

And for whatever reason, he came to you. You found him delirious and beaten down on your porch step, rambling, hardly making sense of himself and... glowing a little? Wtf?

You took him in, and only did not call for emergency care at his persistence and mumbled pleading. After doing the rather peculiar things he instructed and gave him a few questionable concoctions, the glowing stopped and he checked out.

You were up all night worrying yourself sick over this man. This stranger that you hardly even knew. I guess it is just the kind of person you are.

You were there when he awoke in the morning, calling out for you. At least you think it was you because he never said your name. Instead called for a "Rose". You weren't sure if this "rose" was a person or another wacky demand on his part.

You never did find out exactly what happened to him. From what he would say, he had an encounter with an alien species that really kicked his ass. Although you thought there was something more to it than that. Some more emotional undertones and reconciliation. You also did not understand why he came to you. You hardly knew each other. There was definitely something he was not telling you.

Whenever you asked who Rose was, he merely dismissed you or cracked a joke about your height. If you continued to press the matter, he would quickly get very snappy and drop his energized, maniacal façade.

It was after this moment that the Doctor agreed to allow you on the TARDIS with him. And you officially became his traveling companion. However. It was never all sunshine and rainbows. Although it was a rare occurrence, the Doctor would occasionally slip up and call you "Rose" again. He would always act like nothing happened and deny it if you brought it up. It was clear that this Rose person had a major impact on his life so... what happened to her?

So. I think you would be wonderful with the 9th Doctor because of your empathy and compassion. You unconditional understanding and empathic nature would definitely be unnerving for the Doctor at first. He feels like he does not deserve a person like you in his life. You are too good and pure. He fears that he will hurt you. So he pushes you away like he always does.

And this is why he needs you. I beleive that you would not stop pursuing him. Healing him. Your compassion and life would be what slowly seals up the wounds of his past and his own self-inflicted hatred.

He will finally be able to see his own worth because of you. And that was the primary reason I had for matching the 9th doctor with you. He is the one who needs someone like you the most.

Also. While you are genuinely empathic and loving, you will not allow yourself to be walked over. As you two grow closer, the 9th doctor will greatly appreciate your quips and sarcasm as it mirrors his own. You wont always be lost and confused like most of his companions end up being. Instead, you manage to keep pace with him. It's refreshing for him, honestly. And he will enjoy the playful banter exchanged between the two of you.

Also your dreams to travel align perfectly with the Doctor's noncommittal wanderlust shared by every single one of his incarnates. Your appreciation for other cultures and ways of life is something he can deeply relate to and will have a blast showing you more subtle cultures that may have otherwise bored his previous traveling companions.

Actually, as you two travel the universe together, you slowly grow closer and closer. The doctor begins to develop a kind of dependency on you. Because he only ever feels worthy of this love when he is around you.

Isolation really messes with his psyche. He can't handle being alone with his own thoughts. They constantly remind him of the pain he had caused, jeering and taunting him. They tell him that he will just run away from you. Like he always does.

He probably will try.

Don't think he will get far.

As he opens up to you, he finally tells you about Rose. Who she was. What she meant to him (I'm making this an AU where Rose died somewhere along the way).

And the realization is painful.

You dont just REMIND him of Rose. He is PRETENDING that you are Rose. Because for him that is much easier than coming to terms with her death.

I mean. Can you blame him? You look so much like her. Even down to your height.

All of those height jokes were made because of the way he used to tease Rose.

Your hair, your eyes, even your personality is a painful reminder of her. Which is why is tried to abandon you the first time. It is also why he showed up at your house when he got hurt.

He was running on empty and just instinctually went to the place he knew he would be the safest. At your house. With the person he sees as Rose Tyler.

Honestly it's not psychologically healthy.

So now you have a choice.

Do you want to remain with the guy who is clearly still hung up over his ex? Going so far as to convince himself that you ARE Rose? Or do you think you can work with him. Help him. Heal him and allow him to reconcile with not only her death, but the deaths of his own kind.

I guess that decision is up to you...

Aaand, I am done! Whew. Sorry that one ended on such a downer. Haha. But most of the Doctors are psychologically traumatized and their coping mechanisms are super unhealthy. I would feel like I am betraying his character if I did not find some way to portray that. Anyways. I hope you enjoyed 😁. I had fun writing it.

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paulamehy · 5 years ago

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Back when I was younger, I did label things that I like and things I hate. Identified things that I thought I don't need and those I needed from what the society approves. And as I age, I realized that categorizing things only will lead you to disappointment because you can't always get everything that you like. Whether you want it to be part of your life or not, you have no choice but to accept that one's existence doesn't only consists of beautiful things.

And as I realized that, I became aware of my entity as well. I only binded my sight on something that gives light, I was so positive that everything that surrounded me was capable of dropping things that I hate without me knowing that it will become part of my life in the future. I despise myself for having that way of thinking.

As much as possible I want to be in a role where I'm the most loved by everyone. I remember in my childhood days, amongst my friends I always choose cartoon character that I knew had the greatest and biggest role in the show, character that was pretty, kind, lovable, friendly, cheerful and in the main lead. And in real life, I have tons of friends because I don't want to look loner, I show off my talents to make people embrace me as a special one, I'm cheerful up-front because it's what made me being remembered, and in a circle I wanted to be the main lead. I gained people and I want to be accepted by them to the means of flaunting every qualified aspects that I have and even some that I didn't have. And the fact that I did those only because I thought they're all I needed, and it's what the society said.

I was loved because I chose to be loved; because I chose to be happy.

But I slowly became conscious about myself. Realization hits me that I'm not pretty enough, I don't have perfect body, I do and I love weird things that people might find offensive and awful, I'm smart but I'm lazy, neglectful and klutz, I have lots of sexual fetishes and addiction that can't be accepted by norm if you're a female, I'm a sadist, I always had lewd thoughts, I'm sympathetic but sometimes it's done half-hearted, I'm aggressive, warfreak and manipulative. I'm overconfident that I can manipulate people and feelings towards me forever because I was able to.

Those rascal traits of mine were flaunted after years ago, and to suprised that there was someone who still accepted me for who I am. I was the happiest person that time and I believe that nothing in this world can ever replace those memories.

But this is not a romance journal.

Until the darkness that I never thought I'll encounter came out.

People are saying that it is one's choice if they want to be happy. I started to lose my sanity the time that I became self-conscious, I became so insecure and anxious and I always compare myself to others because I felt that I'm not enough and unworthy to extent of me being disappointed with myself.

Those "just be happy" kind of statements will never work out.

And because I'm studying Psychology that time so I have hints on what's going on with me. I had some short time dealing with mania and depressive episodes, or I'm being sad and anxious for awhile but always end up being fine because there's someone who's taking care of me and making sure that everything's alright. It really worked out for several years and I think that was already my happy ending that doesn't need to be extended with any other person anymore.

Sequels are unnecessary in real life.

However, I can't blame that someone for looking for another party to love because I sucked at being lovable, I knew that it's because he was fed up and been tired of understanding this thing that even me can't understand. I just hate myself and that everyone else is better than me.

Apart from that, my parents eventually got separated due to third party. And for me, it is understandable that the one just fell out of love. Is it? I can't think of anything else to feel aside from accepting the reality and move on and besides, they are still my parents. But it really hurts a lot, so much that I can't find any definition from dictionary on how to describe how I felt.

Anguish.

But I can't come to hate every single person around me. I never called it "betrayal" because in the end I still blame it to myself. I lost most of the important persons in my life together with my trust in everything. In those people who believe that it's not my fault, I somehow dug for the reasons why I should blame myself.

I believe that I was hit by karma because I've done so much filthy things for the past few years that I can never put into words.

I really can't help myself but to cry to sleep every night, overdid everything to escape the reality that I'm now alone and in this miserable state. I became detached with the things that I used to love before such as singing, writing, reading and drawing as all I did for living is to work.

I tried different coping mechanisms. I used different people, been used by different people. Been in a bar every other day until I lose my consciousness. Beaten myself to job and repeat. I often found myself in hospital or clinic due to fatigue and other sickness and I just cry as I pity myself.

That's when I realized that I've been clinging to other people for happiness to the point that being alone agonized me so much. I can't calm myself anymore because in the first place it's not me who is pacifying myself everytime I'm having horrible thoughts, considering that I hated my existence to death.

My depressive episodes gotten worst, I started cutting my wrist, face and legs to reduce the pain which I never did before, I also tried overdosing myseIf using my medicines but I only ended up being asleep for two days and been drowsy, I was so insane that I even went to different place and decided to drown myself, but I was caught up by the guard.

As expected, I was diagnosed with Manic-Depression/Bipolar Disorder 10 months ago, and in 6 months I was in the process of medication, been taking psychotic, antidepressant drugs and such which made me numb and apathetic up to present. Those who knew about my horrible situation were only my previous colleagues. I somewhat managed to hide this from my family.

Several months ago, I started to weigh down some things to refresh my mind. I tried to survive on my own. I quit school, I moved to different workplace, been independent, cut ties with other people and I started to change some of my coping mechanisms.

I thought that those are the best things to do, but I knew to myself that its only because I want to run away from everything. I've tried too many coping mechanisms and escape was only the last option. Inever regret those things that I did in the past, but I felt that I need to put myself together for a bit. I don't have any plans on making myself better neither heal myself from the pain. I'll just exist and to my job right for the rest of my life.

It's been 6 months since I decided to slowly compose myself, I can't tell whether I'm completely recovered or what and I don't want to be complacent. I'm still on the same track, my thought are still bleak, I'm not happy neither sad, I don't feel anything towards everything literally and emotionally probably because of the medicines I'm currently taking. I'm coming to work for survival, I only have 1 friend that I can talk to with regard to office stuff, I am not standing out with anyone, a lowkey. I'm not accepting any courting or flirting. As much as possible I don't want to involve myself in infatuation. I changed every single aspects, habits, beliefs and behaviors that I can, and unexpectedly I was able to attain 6 months of not drinking any liquor. It doesn't make any sense but I feel like testing myself again.

I also created my bucket list that I want to fulfill before killing myself. But I just hope that I'll die without doing any self-infliction as I don't want to make any sin anymore.

The only trait that I knew was good and that I can't change is me being empathetic. I understand people for doing things whatever the reasons are even if it affects me, hurts me and such. I had this trait that I wish I didn't have.

In the end I never blamed anyone or anything because it's my choice to be in this situation. I got swallowed by the dark path that I just encountered and I don't think I can do anything else.

I just never loved myself to begin with.

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minyoongimakesmefeelthings · 7 years ago

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Paw Prints On Your Heart | Part 7,5

Theme: Hybrid!AU

Paring: Human!Reader x Dog!Jimin

Gerne: Angst/Fluff/Smut

Warning: Mentions of (sexual) abuse and a TRIGGER WARNING for rape in this part

Summary: When you find a hybrid being beaten up, you just had to do something. When you learn he is a run-away hybrid, you decide to take him in your home. Him and all the dark secrets haunting him.

PPOYH masterlist and requests

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 4,5 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 7,5 - Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10

He was in love with her. Jimin was head over heels for the girl that adopted him two years ago from his horrible life. She was kind, sweet, smelled amazing. She was warm and would cuddle all his worries away. She was an amazing cook and could talk to him for hours about serious and not so serious things. She was funny and made him feel special. He was in love with her.

And he thought, she was in love with him too. They shared a bed and everytime before bed he showed her how much he loved her. And he didn't mind, being intimate with her was his favorite thing. Kissing her, touching her, feeling her. He loved making her feel good and loved the feeling she gave him, how good she made him feel. He was in love with her.

Sometimes when she got mad, she hit him. It was fair, he always thought. He deserved it for being a bad boy.

He still remembers the pain in his heart, 6 months after being adopted, when she came home with a boy.. A boyfriend. He thought she loved him. Since that day, everything changed. She stopped cuddeling with him, she stopped praising him, she stopped cooking for him, she stopped talking to him hours on end, they stopped sharing a bed, they stopped being intimate.

She became cold towards him. However, he still loved he with all his heart. But it all became worse when her boyfriend moved in.

Her so called boyfriend. He stole money from her and when her money was gone, he wanted to break-up with her. She however, didn't want that. She loved him. Said she would do anything for more money, to make him stay. So he came up with a plan himself: Sell your hybrid's body for money.

People paid alot for a quick fuck with a hybrid.

Jimin simply did it, putting up with being raped by strangers and beaten by her boyfriend. Why? Because after every costumer, she would come in. Telling him he was a good boy and gave him a pet on his head. The attention he wanted. Her attention. He wanted that, he needed that. And she knew that, she knew how to play with him. Because he was still in love with her.

Jimin was laying on the bed. His back facing the wall, his eyes glued on the door. He tries to breath as slowly as possible, because the collar around his neck was way too tight.

His body was in pain. It was bruised and sore. He wants to cry, but he honestly feels nothing. He was numb.

He closes his eyes and tries to take a deep breath. He could faintly smell your scent on his T-shirt. It somehow got him to smile a little.

You. He missed you. He wanted to be with you so badly.

He could feel your arms around him. He could feel how you spooned him at night. Your arms around his waist, while he could feel your breathing in his neck. He could hear you say 'goodnight' to him, in that sweet voice of yours, before giving him a quick peck on his hair.

He remembers how save and warm he felt. Something he hasn't felt in such a long time.

He didn't even notice that his tail started wagging slowly while thinking of you.

His eyes open when he hears the door open. It was her.

Jimin sat up fast, feeling his body hurt. The leash was short, it prevented Jimin from even leaving the bed.

"There you are." She says with a sickening sweet voice. Jimin cringes, it makes him feel sick hearing her talk like that.

"Mommy missed you." She said as she sits down on his bed. "Listen," She begins as she brings her hand up to pet him.

Jimin's eyes flutter shut. Attention, positive attention, her attention. Jimin's eyes open again when she starts stroking his ears, the feeling wasn't the same, the way she touches him, was nothing like how you did it.

"We got a costumor for you, she waiting outside the room, so I want you to be a good boy for me okay?"

Normally Jimin would give in, the combination of her petting and sweet voice was like a drug to him. But now, no. He only wants you.

"I don't want to." Jimin says, shocked at his own confidence.

She looks suprised, but the shock on her face turns into a smrik rather quickly. Her hand slides down from Jimin's ears to his tail, her hand tracing his tail softly.

Jimin closes his eyes shut tightly, as his breath hitches. He bites his lip preventing him from making any noice.

"Do I need to help you get ready?" She coos. Her hand moves from his tail to the front of his jeans, palming him, slowly rubbing circles. She leans forward, making Jimin fall in his back. Jimin's breathing becomes heavier, not because he likes it, the complete opposite actually.

In a split second Jimin sees you in his mind. Your smile, your voice, your touch. Suddenly he saw it: He never loved her. He was just trying to survive. She was never kind, never sweet, didn't smell amazing. She was cold and never cuddled him. She couldn't cook and didn't make him feel special.

Yes, they did share a bed and they were intimate, but he hated it. He only pleased her so she wouldn't get mad. He just tried to survive, because everything was better than the hell where he came from. He never loved her.

He loves you.

Jimin gasps when he feels her hand apply more pressure on him.

"D-Don't.." He says, however, she ignores him.

"DON'T!" Jimin repeats himself, voice raised while slightly sitting up.

This time she looks up, her shocked face turning into an angry one faster than the speed of light. Harshly she grabs his chin, making him whine softly. "Listen here, little hybrid shit. This woman will pay us good money for this. You better behave, if you don't, you know what happens." She says. Letting go of Jimin roughly.

Jimin opens his mouth to speak, but closes it again. Exactly knowing what would happen. The scars and bruises to proof it.

She stands up from the bed and stares at Jimin. "I thought so too." She turns around and walks out the room, slamming the door behind her.

"He's ready for you, all yours. Do you have the money?" He hears her say through the door.

Jimin falls back on his back. Staring at the ceiling. Feeling silent tears slide over his cheeks.

He need you, he wants you. He wants to smell you, hold you, be hold by you. Cuddle you, hear your voice.

He loves you.

To be continued..

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smittyryker · 7 years ago

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I Can Heal You (Felix)

Sorry I couldn’t post this right away! Xoxo.

Rumplestiltskin always had a goal in mind, but never a real plan; and today was no exception.

Pan himself had caught you two trying to get to the boy, Henry, and tied you up with rope that stung your wrists. You could feel the skin beneath screaming as you attempted to wiggle out of the tight grip.

Rumple did the same, at first, but gave up quickly. You knew him, and that he would somehow find a way to get himself out.

As for yourself, however, you weren't so sure.

“Boys!” Pan called out, and children in hooded coats quickly surrounded them. Most of them looked young-- so young, younger than Henry, that you wondered what Pan wanted from them. Only a few of them were older than children.

Your eyes were stuck on one particular tall boy, who you assumed was no older than seventeen. He had a hood on as well, but even so, you could still see his handsome face.

He was looking at you too; of course he was, you were now a prisoner of the place called Neverland.

“Oh, Rumplestiltskin,” Pan began. “How did you think you could get away with this?” He laughed, and you saw Rumple grit his teeth.

You casted your gaze the scene, your eyes capturing the other lost boy's faces. Most of them wore cheeky grins that made you want to kick the twelve year-old bastards. The one who you've been glancing at, though, had a different expression.

He had a straight face with a clenched jaw. Some laughter and hollers came from the other boys, but this one didn't open his mouth.

“Felix,” Peter summoned the boy, and he took swift steps to stand aside Pan. He still did not speak.

He looked better the closer he got, but your nerves jabbed you in the stomach, causing you to avert your eyes to the ground.

“What do you think, boys? Is she a lost girl?” Pan cooed, laughing. He clearly didn’t care about the answer, and you could feel your skin burn as the rope scraped against your agitated skin.

Rumple stared at the attractive boy, and Pan sneered, turning to him.

“Burning a hole through Felix with your eyes won’t help your case, Rumple. Respect the lost boys, and maybe we shall set you free.” He tanuted and paused, before laughing.

He came dangerously close to Rumple’s face. “I would never set you free.”

“You’re a wretched boy, Pan. You all are,” Rumplestiltskin scowled, looking at the group of spread-out boys. Most of them had weapons in hand. “You don’t know how much trouble you’re in,” Rumple pressed.

“Me? Us? Is that a threat?” Pan grinned widely; demonically.

His back faced us as he announced to the boys, “Rumplestiltskin here thinks we’re in trouble. Ridiculous, really! Why don’t we show him how much trouble he’s in?”

Before you could blink, two lost boys grabbed Rumple and abruptly brought him to his feet, showing little to no mercy as they dragged him along.

“Give him back!” You screamed, but nobody listened.

Rumple wanted to tell you that he was coming back for you, but he couldn’t. Violent hands grasped his arms and torso, restricting him madly.

Without Rumple, you were at a loss for what to do. You sat in the clearing alone. It was eerie and dark. There was no sign of your friend or the people that had taken him. No sign of Pan.

You wondered what horrific things they were making your companion endure. The thought of it made you shutter instinctively.

A rustle broke your eyes from your surroundings and your head snapped to the side. A light came from where the noise had.

You cleared your throat defensively, until your gaze locked on the broody boy from earlier, as his did on yours.

His eyes had dimension to them, and you continued to look fixedly into them. Involuntarily, the corner of your lips twitched up slightly. To your suprise, he mimmicked the action; but coughed it away.

He took several steps until he stood in front of you. “Don’t scream. I’m gonna get you out,” he told you, and for some inexplicable reason, every fiber of your being believed him.

He tugged on the ties against your wrists and loosened them before taking them off completely. You sat in silence the whole time, now gaining skepticism.

“Peter’s loyal lost boy is really trying to help me?” you ask, and he lets out a breathy laugh.

“I felt like doing a good deed,” he shrugged, smiling.

You hum quietly, nodding, as he slips the rope off you. You brought your arms to the front, stretching them slightly because of their role in the stiff position.

His eyes reached yours again with intensity. “What’s your name?”

You didn’t hear him at first; too busy pondering what his grey eyes looked like in a darker light.

When you quickly came to your senses, “Y/N,” fell from your lips. He nodded.

“Oh, do I have the displeasure of being rejected to knowing your name?”

His lips slide upwards and he shakes his head. “It’s Felix.”

After a moment of silence, he asks why you came.

“Rumple isn’t a good guy. He’s a moron. An idiot,” Felix tells you, and you clench your jaw.

“You wouldn’t know,” you whisper forcefully and more sarcastically than you anticipated. He shrugged and brushed off the attitude.

“Whatever you say, Y/N.”

A loud groan in the woods caused you to jump and snap your head to the culprit of the noise. Felix looked around too, before returning his gaze to your body and face.

“I’ll meet up with you later, maybe, but you have to run. Try and get out of here. You have no idea what they want to do to you.”

A shiver erupted on your body but you shook your head yes, running; but not before pressing a hand to his chest softly.

“Thank you,” you tell him.

Felix only slightly pricks his eyebrows up and thoughtfully watches you sprint in the opposite direction.

A cold sweat broke out on his face. He knew she wasn’t any safer in the clearing than she would be out there, but he wanted to be sure he could help the poor girl.

She wasn’t lost, and she definitely isn’t fit to be a lost girl.

For a full five days, it was like everybody forgotten you were there. Everyone except Felix.

He, once at day at least, found you and often sat with you, chatting. It was more than odd. It didn’t seem real. The depths of your conversations reached to your parents, how and why you came with Rumplestiltskin, and even about his loyalty to Pan.

The more he left you, the more your stomach twisted when he came back to see you.

Another day had passed when your skin crawled at the sound of ear-wrenching sounds that came from the lost boys, and, to your disapproval, Rumplestiltskin. It made your body itch, but you continued to run to a farther away place to stay in shelter. The sun was setting, and you didn’t have much time to find somewhere safe enough to sleep.

That was the least of your worries, little did you know, as the noise of the lost boys became louder. Or, maybe not. Maybe they had just gotten closer.

Which was true.

An arrow was quick to barely missing your head as the point was buried in the tree beside you. Pan stood aside the boy who had shot it.

“I see you’re good with knots,” an unaware Peter said, but in a fake-charming voice.

You audibly gulp and back away from the two of them, until your back bumps into a hard chest. When you turn, another lost boy is facing you, smirking.

“Did you really think it was that easy, Y/N?”

At the sound of your name, you mentally blamed Felix for ratting you out and thought it was all a trick; but only for a second, since you now began to realize what Peter Pan was capable of.

“Bring Rumple in!” Pan yelled, and two lost boys, different ones than before, pulled him to face you. He looked beaten and bruised, but you knew he could take that. Immediately, you felt guilty for dismissing his pain.

All the lost boys emerged from the woods, and it looked like something straight out of a horror movie, despite most of them being fairly young. Your head rattled at the sight.

Rumple kicked the lost boy in the groin and ripped the bow and arrow from his bony hands. You were about to take the opportunity to grab another boy’s spear until you saw Rumple shoot two arrows.

One landed in a lost boy you had never look at closely’s chest.

The other landed in Felix’s leg.

You sucked in a gasp as the arrow buried itself into Felix’s flesh, fliching. In mere seconds after, Peter Pan was on Rumplestiltskin, choking him and having another one grab the weapon.

There was so much commotion going on that you could barely register everyone’s speedy movements. You hoped it meant they could, also, barely register yours.

You pulled yourself up to a nearby tree, something your parents had taught you from a young age, and hid behind a lush amount of leaves, though they were drab and most of them dark green or brown.

You moved a branch to get a better view of Felix. He sat on the ground, wincing, and tying a piece of ragged cloth around his wound. His eyes were closed, breathing through an agape mouth.

You cringed at the sight of the bloody arrow beside him. He had ripped it out.

But none of Felix’s loyal, loyal companions seemed to notice or care. Even the fallen lost boy was left behind.

The coast was clear for you to climb down when all the boys left with Rumple. Pan only glanced at his hurt best friend before turning to look at the boys who grabbed Rumplestiltskin by the back of the neck. What a good friend he is.

You didn’t like the thought of being any kind of disloyal to Rumple, but deep down, you knew that he did it to himself. This time you didn’t feel as guilty for thinking such things.

You made a thump on the ground as you tried to gracefully bring yourself down from the high tree. Felix’s eyes opened at the sight of you, but quickly shut as a reflex to the pain.

“Are you okay?” you asked, but it came out more as yourself begging to let him be alright. His teeth were gritted as he lifted his pantleg higher.

A loud, disgruntled groan came out of his mouth, and this time, guilt weighed down on you. The poor boy, you thought.

You gently untied the the cloth from his leg with more care than Felix had given tying it, inspecting the wound. You knew it couldn't be good. It was bloody and unpleasant to look at, but you were more than aware he needed some kind of help. Help Pan would not give him.

There was something that held had scarcely had any relevance, you thought, but you decided to give it a try. You've never done it before; you didn't know if it were even possible for you to do such a thing as this.

But you willed your mind to fix him, and almost instantaneously, his skin healed up. It was no-doubt magic. Anyone would be stupid not to see that.

Felix's breath got stuck as he watched his leg restore. “Wha- What did you do?” He asked; conflicted, scared, but impressed.

“I didn't even know I could do that,” she whispered, and his eyes meet hers at the same time she looked up.

“No, really. I had no idea. I had no idea it would work.”

“What do you mean?” Felix demanded, but softly, somehow.

“I'm not entirely sure.” You didn't want to tell him anything you had not known to be completely true, but you thought of the tale your parents had told you many years ago.

“It is said our eldest child will have great power, Y/N, and you may have been gifted with it. You can heal anything on your one true love's body.”

As a kid, you believed every word, but with age, you had started denying it.

Confusion took over and your thoughts battled.

“Well, it was amazing,” Felix said, his voice breaking into your deep thoughts. “Incredible, really. Thank you.”

His heartbeat picked up as she smiled at him.

“Of course, Felix. I'd do anything,” she lightly patted his newly-fixed shin and stood. “I should probably get on going. I'll see you, right? Will I see you?”

Felix zoned out until your question snapped him into reality, and he violently nodded his head. “Y-Yeah. Yes. Why would you ask?”

The girl scoffed, but it was coated with kindness. Her soft eyes and grin gave it away. “Just checking,” she whispered.

As she walked off, Felix couldn't tear his eyes away from her figure. She had shown him warmth in times of worry; worry for the life of her and Rumple.

He couldn't steady his heart in his chest. It was heavily beating, and his wrists were tingling.

Oh no, said his mind.

Dammit-- but, yes, said his heart.

Felix wished he could be by her side sooner, but attempted to put a lock on his feelings, except for the next time he would come into contact with Y/N.

He thought about unleashing them, but everything inside him went against it.

He sat in a clearing with Peter in silence—despite everything horrible Felix told you he had done to him— until Pan finally spoke up.

“Rough fight. Rumple's really going to get it. Maybe the girl, too, if I cared enough.”

Felix rolled his eyes; only because Pan was facing the other direction.

After a minute, he talks again. “There's a legend about her. She's magical, you know?”

Felix disguises a smile and nods slightly-- though he had no idea what the legend was about. But she was magical. In one way or another. There wasn't a doubt in Felix's mind.

“Oh, you did?” Peter said sarcastically, unaware. “She can heal ones she loves with magic. Truly loves; something or other.”

Felix choked on air, but tried desperately to play it off like he was coughing. His tone, nonetheless, sounded immensely suprised.

“What?”

Peter only shook his head yes and broke eye contact with the boy to look back at the forest.

Felix couldn't keep quiet any longer. He tried willing himself to, but he found himself unable. “She... She healed me,” Felix whispered. He just couldn't help himself.

Pan's eyes turned into huge oval plates as he shot up. “She what?” He exclaimed.

Felix instantly had a pang of guilt, but the thought of you, the most beautiful girl he had ever laid his eyes on having feelings for him, toyed with his heart. He liked you, he knew that much. His stomach was turning.

“My leg. It was wounded, and she healed me,” he said in his monotonous voice, keeping the explanation short and sweet. He didn't smile, though, because he was still so unsure of everything. He only prayed Pan didn't suspect his feelings for the girl.

And, Felix expected Y/N to have to pay for this. He immediately wanted to tell Pan it was only a joke, but he knew his companion would see right through it.

He, in all honesty, expected Pan to be in a state of rage and never talk to him again.

But a giddy laugh fell from Pan's lips.

“Felix! This is fantastic!” He shouted. Felix furrowed his brows. Sure, it was fantastic: for Felix. He failed to see how this would have a positive effect on Pan.

“Now, you have her wrapped around your finger,” he whispered devilishly, and Felix internally ripped himself apart for saying anything.

“This'll be so, so simple now,” Pan laughs. “First, you lead the girl in, and Rumplestilskin comes running after you,” he cleared his throat, “us, to save her.”

Peter sat back, pleased with his flawless plan. Only, it wasn't flawless. Felix almost wretched.

“Peter,” Felix started, almost too quietly for him to hear. “I can't do it.”

“Pan,” he corrected, and when Felix stayed silent, he continued, slapping the lost boy's shoulder. “Of course you can do it! The plan has no imperfections, Felix. And I know you agree. We will not fail.” Pan smiled evilly.

“No,” Felix demanded, more loudly this time. “I know it's possible for me to do it. Technically. But I won't,” he said forcefully, and Peter's face was already etched in anger.

“I can't believe you.” He growls. “You- You like the girl!”

Felix didn't answer him.

Pan, tremendously annoyed, got so close to Felix's face that he could feel his breath on it--his air. “If you think this is the last of the idea, then you would be wrong,” he snickered through gritted teeth. “If you won't mention it, someone else will.”

“He doesn't love you,” a voice said, matter-of-factly, from behind you. It was Pan.

The demon walked towards the two of you. “Think critically, Y/N. He's lost. Do you think he cares about anybody besides himself?”

Air escapes your mouth, and you can't respond. You thought the answer was yes. Of course you did; but Pan knew him better than anybody.

You knew Pan lies.

But you didn't know what to think.

Felix's eyes are burning a hole through Pan. “Don't do this,” he spits out, pain evident in his voice.

“Oh, I'm just being honest!” Pan says innocently.

Y/N stays stagnant, her feet feeling as if they're glued to the area where she stood.

“Y/N, he's lying,” he pleads, and the look on his face almost shatters Y/N's heart. “Please believe me.”

“What would the purpose be for me to lie?” He cocks an eyebrow up, and Felix wanted to strangle Pan right then and there.

He couldn't, though. Pan wouldn't just punish him. If that were the cause, he would pounce on him right now. He could take that. But Pan would hurt you, too, and the thought of it made Felix's eyes sting.

“Y/N, please,” he sighed in anguish. “Please believe me.”

You turned around, and Pan disappeared back into the woods. Your eyes made contact with Felix's beautiful grey ones.

He reaches for you hand, trying not to stammer. “All Pan cares about is killing Rumplestilskin. He wanted me to use you, but I promise you, I wouldn't,” he said in despair.

“I mean every word. Y/N, I’m in love you.”

Your voice is strangled as tears well up in your eyes.

“But, Felix,” you interrupt, but he cuts you off.

“I loved you since I met you. You're everything I want, though I didn't even know it existed. I don't want you to go away. I want you to be with me, even if it means I have to go with you. So be it.”

You wipe tears from the back of your hand and pull his face down to yours. “You'll come back with me? Do you promise?”

Felix shakes his head eagerly. “I promise, my love.”

You squeeze his hand and kiss him with so much passion that you feel your heart might beat out of it's chest. His hands securely hold onto your waist as the two of you pull away from each other, at a loss for oxygen.

“I love you too,” Y/N murmurs, attacking his face with kisses.

She can hear Felix chuckle lightly and she plants another one on his lips before reaching for his hand again.

“We're going to get out of here. Let's find Rumplestiltskin.”

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there are mostly civilians in the camp people and kids that wouldnt be able to defend themselves well so V gets put there with a handful people to keep an eye out for them and

the camp gets in trouble with some other grp that take their supplies away before they can pick them up

so these people seem to have their base close to that camp and V being V wants to investigate and see if these guys are just talking big or if they really can take the camp out like they say if the camp doesnt pay to get THEIR OWN STUFF back sneaking her way to those people its not only clear that these guys are full of shit- but they also have beef with each other in their own little gangster grp

she witnesses how they basically ruin themselves drinking, fighting and taking their compadres out so problem solved itself u may think as V suprise hits the last guy standing who is just happy he has a lot of shit to live off of

so while she checks how much of the supplies these greasy guys had their hands on already she gets surprised by a RANDOM LOL patrol of aliens (what kawa u drunk go home)

seems those guys had their stuff a little too close to a checkpoint and the noise they made when they killed each other resulted in alien troops coming to check what the shit is going on

So far, V’s day is a rollercoaster of ups and downs she gets wounded on her leg but manages to take out 2 out of 3 aliens

hunter shows up and oh boi does she like him but also she does not trust him bc the last time he just dissappeared after she helped him and he helped her and now she thinks that he might just go ahead and kill her rollercoaster down so to speak he shoots the last alien saying something along the lines of ‘this one I am taking care of myself~’ meaning her, obv and she thinks its her last seconds lol so while she scrambles backwards and he casually walks towards her ANOTHER PERSON SHOWS UP

so in case u cant already tell from my rambling: ASSASSIN shows up- turns out hunter has ignored the elders call and she came to check up on her annoying brother lol he reacts quickly, making sure she doesnt notice V V IS HELLA CONFUSED BUT WHY NOT while they 'talk things out’ (rather get onto each others throat pretty much immediately) she takes her leave slowly and bleeding bc of that darn wound on her leg she tries to stop the bleeding and cover her tracks

not trusting her own ability and fearing that she might get followed anyways once her absence at the scene is noticed she avoids going straight to the camp doing all the indiana jones things she even wades thru a friggin river ….that rollercoaster keeps spiraling down eh?

tired, scared, bleeding and now also soaking wet and without her jacket bc thats what she used to get rid of the blood that might drip from her leg, pants,shoes whatevs and the supplies still are theoretically lost meh so she ends up exhausted somewhere in the woods like at this point V doesnt even care? she’s gonna do something …right after she rested her eyes for a minute mind u u.u bad idea

no amount of wading thru water and trying not to bleed everywhere helped and who shows up with the most satisfied shit eating grin under the sun? aye u might have guessed it hunter wastes no time telling her all the things she did wrong while funnily enough he also without explanation or anything he just inspects her wound and does some funny psi stuff this rollercoaster is confusing V is angry, she is pissed at herself and him of course- scolding her and gloating abt how she messed up but she is also confused af werent they done with helping? shoudltn he be just …skinning her alive or some shit since thats what they say he did to some people or maybe roast her

on a kebab stick but there he is

numbing the pain in her leg somehow and deciding that she needs to get somewhere else if she had more energy she might have tried to resist

but as things are nothing stops him when he picks her up (not elegantly in the least i might mention) and starts off to who knows where

so however much time passes V has no idea but it feels like not more than 5 minutes have gone by….then again…who knows…she might have fallen unconscious somewhere along the way

she gets plopped down and its soft wherever this is it looks better than anything she knows

she is so dumbfounded by her surroundings she doesnt even talk back at first when he tells her to get out of the wet clothes

she’s in the middle of stripping down all the while still oggling the room with the sleek surfaces and the outrageously comfy looking bed…how dare they…whoever owns this place should get beaten with a stick

so before her undies fall she snaps out of her thoughts and wants to yell at him Buuuut he is nowhere to be sen seen* ok so off with the undies

V wraps herself in a blanket and (WHY IS IT SO SOFT HOW DARE THEY)

V is still taking in the room wrapped in that blanket, her clothes sprawled over a now-not-pristine-white-anymore chair this room looks pretty but empty like someone had planned to live here

its pretty and empty and although the matress she sits on is insultingly cozy and the blanket a dream come true….its still cold and V has to make a concious effort to stop her teeth from chattering where the fuck did 'he’ go tho for a moment V imagines complete strangers entering the room to see a freezing V sitting on their bed and wrapped in their blanket

thats funny almost the whole situation is ridiculous

V is ready to walk back to that chair and wring herself into those wet clothes again

leaving this place and probably dying of hypothermia outside sounds just as bad as sitting here and waiting for kingdom come this is way too similar to the last time she was stranded with this guy speaking of which maybe he already left

with her bare feet she slowly tip taps thru the room, checking windows and closets and making her way to the only door in sight the second her fingers make contact with the handle the door opens

'gotcha. nessing with the doors again.’ messing* (lol jk) no lights for now he says but the place will warm up eventually theres electricity

he somewhat inores her °_° face and walks past her and she cringes when she realizes he goes straight to her stuff V almost trips over herself to make sure he cant get a hold of anything what are you doing making sure these will dry- or would you rather have them stay wet I dont mind you like this [insert rude smile here] so the clothes get taken care of

its still cold V is still confused by his charitable behaviour wtf is he thinking wtf is SHE thinking she completely forgot abt the whole 'he is gonna kill me’ story so, with newly found waryness she starts asking questions why help me why follow me why not kill me

whose place is this we gotta remember last time they met was when she helped him and he taunted her

and she bluntly spat out that she doesnt know why she does it but whats so wrong with that- maybe she just cant help it- maybe its not her fault she likes this guy so he pulls up a chair in front of her, sits down on it, his arms on the back of it whats so wrong with that i cant help it- its your fault

nothing else he grins he is fucking crazy and V isnt so sure but it almost felt like he could have said he liked her she huffs

i could have killed you countless times you snuck right thru those wannabes today like it was nothing but you wouldnt do that to me (ah so he had watched her? hello stalker how are u today) just like u cant hide your tracks or take care of yourself

her motions at her- probably talking abt her leg which is not helaed just not hurting bad very bad in fact bed and blanket have a nice new decal in rusty red by now (I SHOULD GET BETTER AT SHIT LLIKE THIS BUT WHATEVS)

'so you dont kill me you rather lecture me abt how unable i am to stay alive by myself?’ V is showing her best side today but oh well

maybe its the rollercoaster maybe its the whole situation

so V is ready to argue but hunter isnt in the mood lol he rather laughs at how its so easy to get her riled up

and he gets over to her mentioning something about her big ego in such a tiny body no wonder she got in trouble before he gets uncomfortably close but only to take care of her leg AGAIN

this time she struggles because 1 she is shamefully aware of her nudity under that blanket 2 he has zero problems pushing her from left to right as if she was a doll not funny so he manages to take care of the wound (i will just claim that he can do it with psi so ….pls dont slaughter me) and it only leaves a thick line of fresh pink skin on her leg- no wound but that pink skin is not nearly as pink as her face would be…if it wasnt so cold

seems the warmth he spoke abt earlier is still not coming around?

he had helped her with warmth before so why not do it again only this time she has no clothes and if he hasnt seen her blue lips from the cold he has definitely felt how icy her leg still was so off goes the armor

after the armor drops his hood drops he even takes off that sleeveless shirt

okay now Vs face definitely gets SOME shades pinker and not bc she is suddenly feeling less cold 'what the hell are u doing she scoots as far back on the bed as possible but OH MAN DOES SHE STARE

this guy is toned no weird alien anatomy apart from a slight difference in proportions but man lean and toned no wonder he picked her up like an acorn or a feather or whatever else V can come up with as a comparison 'so shy all of a sudden’ its true

V is staring with big eyes but not a single word comes out of her mouth as he comes closer he is not completely unclothed and its not like she hasnt seen men before but its different when u have to admit that u wanted to see something…and then like it too much when u do although u really neither shouldnt want to see it nor like it should/shouldnt whatever V knows this is wrong on more than one level

last time he’d had the blanket and she had bedgrudgingly come to him this time she has the blanket

and she wishes she could hide in it

she tenses up as his chest touches her cheek and his arms pull her close. he says something about deja vu and her being like a stray kitten but V doesnt listen last time his clothes had been like a shield between them this time her cheek presses against his skin

so they are, once again, in this position

V finds herself relax after a while bc feeling him like this and having the scent of his skin in her nose is getting her drowsy her head is filled with clouds and there is this incredibly need to nuzzle into him how to resist this is the most cruel seven minutes in heaven she has ever taken part in normally this would feel like the moment to do all the things and her heartbeat is saying just that nuzzle deeper breathe in this scent some more feel his skin

put your arms around this man instead she sits there like a marble statue but if she brushes her cheek against his skin just a little bit he wont notice right? he wont notice if she inhales a tiny bit longer than neccessary right?

would he notice if she moved a little, not much, just to feel his warmth some more and to lean into this not-really-embrace some more? shifting carefully and only a little was the plan

but when she feels his hands on her back move as well —her body moves as if on its own and she stretches and shifts enough to bury her face in the nape of his neck. …good job V. Very subtle she can barely hold back from sighing

it doesnt matter tho bc as if some silent agreement between them took place right as her fingertip gingerly move across his collarbone and to his jawilne one of his hands finds the back of her neck and guides her u.u and it happens no taunting no arguing no words at all

just warmth and silence and locked lips in a kiss

one kiss becomes two kisses three four each one greedier than the one before

bodys pressing against each other as if trying to melt into each other, hands roaming and breathless sighs gasping for air

V’s arms are wrapped around his neck, the blanket she was holding onto forgotten, her mind a mess, filled with the haze of want and a deep longing for his touch skin aginast skin

he is either gifted with natural talent or simply knows how to kiss and touch his hands are big and warm and they hold her tightly one more kiss they pause theres maybe 5milimeters between them none of them willing to let go

catching their breath

V feels a simmering ache between her thighs…and his arousal…well its obvious this is wrong no more she thinks but hesitantly places yet another kiss on his lips to betray her own thoughts there is not a hint of his usual smug smile on his lips the playful shimmer in his eyes she has seen so often is nowhere to be found

he is thinking

he bites back words as she kisses him again a chaste kiss on the lips and his fingertips gently caress the back of her head as he kisses back

with her hand against his chest she can feel that his heart is hammering just as fast as hers

He leans forward pushing V onto her back and into the heap of pillows behind her

with the blanket barely covering her nether regions she lies there, cheeks flushed and her hands timidly pulling back to cover herself. He is towering over her. V had almost forgotten how tall he is while kissing him- every touch had felt so natural so right. This view is a little intimidating to her….and exciting as well. The look on her face brings the smile back on his lips

he sits up, now kneeling between her legs. 'Now you’ve done it…’ he trails his hand over her healed thigh, his fingertips lightly brushing over the soft patch of pink. ’…your fault if you regret this..’ swift movements of his free hand undo his pants while the other hand disappears underneath the blanket covering V.

There was no denying it. V’s was dripping wet from the kisses and body contact alone…she’d felt the growing bulge in his pants. She couldn’t even think straight seeing it now although it was still hidden underneath the thick layer of fabric. Her eyes were transfixed on his hand on the pants hemline above it. V wanted him. Possible regrets or not.

She only realized where his other hand was wandering to when he slipped a finger between her wet folds. HE dragged his finger along the narrow path from her entrance to her clit and back, then teased her entrance, drawing circles around the overflowing heat- dipping into her from time to time ever so slightly but always leaving her wanting for more. He had her mewling and writhing in no time. Everytime she bucked her hips to meet his fingers he pulled back to deny her the pleasure she was seeking so depserately. Deeper. She wanted to feel it deeper inside. Sweet torture…. ’….please….’ It was a whimper so small and shy it was almost inaudible. The heat inside of her was unbearable. The small plea that had escaped her lips giving away how helplessly needy he had made her for him. With a low chuckle and a satisfied hiss he removed his hand from her fully. V bit her lip. She WAS like a stray kitten. Needy and outright begging. And now she had given herself away like an idiot as well. Yes, she wanted him. Maybe had wanted him from the start. Now he knew. And he would reject her. She closed her eyes, ready to hear the taunting and teasing. Oh silly human….why would he want you…. She waited for the words but they didnt come. Instead, the matress shifted. Movement. (would he leave her here like this??) V peeked through her lashes . He looked godly. Broad shoulders, sleek collarbones, smooth skin, defined abs. The lower her eyes wandered the more she asked herself what was not perfect abt him…he had strong hip bones as well…and even lower… The Hunter was moving slowly, he could tell she’d have her eyes on him. Some freedom from the tight pants was much needed and he smirked at her small gasp when his already leaking erection was revealed. He removed the last bits of clothing before he returned his attention to her…and his needs. His fingers were still wet from touching V when he wrapped them around his shaft. He was painfully hard and throbbing with arousal. There was nothing else he wanted more in this moment than burying himself deep inside of her.

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