#Like v even if everyone else has to die please come back

[cartoonnerdygoat]

MURDER DRONES SPOILERS

well my N x Uzi x V is gone out the window in terms of canon adherent UNLESS V comes back somehow. If she does, I've got more fuel because she showed she cared for them.

[6ix9inewiturmom]

Mine- Christopher Sturniolo

Summary: You’re on stream with the triplets and you come on the screen and the chat goes CRAZY, starts hitting on you, calling you beautiful, andChris gets a little jealous and decides to remind you of who you belong to…

Warnings: SMUTTTT, Dom!Chris,Sub!Reader, p in v, Unprotected sex (practice safe sex please), degradation, praising, oral (fem receiving), (idk what else i missed)

A/N: UMMM THIS WAS REQUESTED A LONG TIME AGO BUT TY FOR REQ THIS SO SORRY ITS TAKEN ME SO LONG, Chris is low-key like ROUGH in this.. Could u tell I'm ovulating

PSA: THIS IS MY WORK PLEASE AND THANK YOU DO NOT USE MY WORK AT ALL

Chris and I have been dating in the public eye for about 2 ish weeks now, but in private it's been 2 years, surprisingly the fans took it a lot better than he and I both expected. I've received more love than hate, occasionally I'll get a 14-year-old girl in my DMs or comment section talking about stealing her man or whatever.

Today was the first time the Triplets had streamed on their Twitch channel in a couple of months now, so obviously Chris invited me for our first actual Twitch stream since being out in the public eye.

“MATT YOU FUCKING SUCK, HOW DID YOU ALREADY DIE AFTER BEING IN A MATCH FOR 3 MINUTES” Chris yells through his headset.

“Hey, baby...” i slowly walk a little timid after trying to compose myself to join the stream.

Chris squeals softly excited to see me finally join the stream “Hi ma, glad to see you finally keeping me company” he pats his lap for me to sit, and I smile softly adjusting myself on his thigh.

I giggled softly looking through the chat. “Hey someone named Ellie just subscribed”

“SHES A PRO ALREADY” Nick yells.

Instead of focusing on the game, Chris was playing I found myself looking through their chat.

Sturnfan626: Y/N IF YOU AND CHRIS BREAK UP BE MINEE

The4thtriplet: Shes stunning oh my god

Crybaby19853: this is how I find out Chris has a girlfriend? But wait why is she like absolutely beautiful.

The chat was flooding with compliments about me and how Chris bagged me or them not understanding how Chris pulled me.

“Awe Chris your fans are so sweet look” I smiled at him as he glanced at the chat screen his eyes darkened watching 35k people hitting on me, and even a couple wanting me to start an Onlyfans which to protect my sanity and privacy I would never.

“Yeah I know I got a hot girlfriend” Chris sort of rolls his eyes before focusing his eyes back to the screen.

“Thank you, everyone,” I softly giggle as Chris’ hand snaked around my waist gripping it a little hard.

I was bombarded with comments in the chat, responding to questions about Chris and me while the boys kept playing Fortnite. Unbeknownst to me, it was disturbing Chris, as he began muttering curse words under his breath, a rare occurrence unless he's truly angry.

“I don't know about you guys but I'm super fucking tired,” Chris says while clicking out of the match, now using both of his hands and wrapping them around my waist.

“BYE EVERYONE WE LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR JOINING OUR STREAM TONIGHT” Nick yells kissing the camera.

“we’ll see you when we see you,” Matt says ending the stream

Chris groans as the stream ends leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his hair. “Get on the bed”

“Hm?” I turn my head to face him furrowing my eyebrows.

“You fucking heard me Y/N, don’t be a fucking stubborn brat” Chris says coldly.

“O-okay” I obeyed hopping off his lap walking around to the bed and lying down resting myself on my elbows.

Chris walked over hovering over me between my legs and caressing my cheek with his thumb “Such a greedy fucking whore,” he chuckled softly “fishing for compliments from other people” he shook his head leaning down and colliding his lips with mine hungrily. He wrapped his hand around my throat applying just the right amount of pressure getting a soft moan out of me, sending an invitation to explore my mouth. While exploring my mouth his hand travels down my body yanking down the sleep shorts I walked around the house in all day making them bunch up around my ankles. He pulls away softly smirking down at me fully removing my underwear and the rest of my shorts throwing them across the room.

He settles between my legs using his finger and gliding it up and down my wet, aching pussy. “So fucking beautiful,” he says as his voice drops into a husk. He analyzes my face as he slowly glides his finger into me watching as my breath hitches. “And so fucking wet” he chuckled dipping his head down and kitty-licking my clit while pumping his finger in and out of me.

“O-oh s-s-shit Chris” i moan out “s-so fucking good”

He harshly sucks my clit taking it between his teeth while he adds a second finger into me curling his finger up and hitting that hard-to-reach spot.

My back arches off the mattress watching him enjoy every inch of me in his mouth. he began pumping faster into me making my moans turn into whimpers “S-So f-fucking close” I breath out.

Chris groans against the taste of my arousal all over his mouth “Cum” he mutters diving into my pussy like his last meal, pumping faster in and out of me.

“CHRIS” I squeal finally snapping that knot in my abdomen all over his mouth and fingers. I sit up balancing my weight against my elbows looking at him and wiping his mouth against his forearm and undressing himself.

“The first one was free, you’re working for the next few” he grins beginning to take off his boxers as his aching, red cock.

My eyes widened “W-what?” I stuttered.

“You didn't think I was done with you, did you?” he comes now laying between my legs, his face just inches away from mine, and rubbing his cock through my sensitive folds.

I softly nodded batting my eyelashes at him. “Oh? Don't be so naive baby” he coos, continuing to rub his tip against my folds. “I'm far from done with you” his chuckle was almost sadistic, I'd never seen him like this but holy mother of pearl it was turning me on so fucking fast.

He aligned his cock with my entrance pushing his tip in slowly then pulling back out a couple of times, teasing my entrance, making me whine from the loss of contact. “You want it?” he says grabbing my chin and making me look at him.

I nodded violently stuffing my bottom lip out for him. “You beg for what you want Y/N” his voice turned husk.

“P-please Chris” I whined as his tip continued to push in and out of me.

“Please what, princess?” he glides his thumb over my bottom lip while giving me a faux sympathy look on his face.

“P-please fuck me, Chris,” I stated confidently swallowing a lump in my throat.

He chuckles before pushing his length farther into me “Such a pretty mouth, begging so nicely” he smirks fully bottoming out in me, making my eyes touch my brain.

"God you don't know how bad I missed fucking this little pussy of yours," Chris smirked. "That's right, princess. I want you until you see fucking stars. I won't even fucking stop if someone sees or hears. You're mine, understand? You're my little fuck toy," he husked.

I whimpered at his words. I'd never been more aroused than I was right then. He began to regain his fast pace, as I cried out in pleasure.

"Fuck, Chris!" I shouted. This seemed to turn Chris on even more as he thrust into me even harder, making my tits bounce.

"Chris, Chris, Chris," I moaned.

Chris grunted, leaned his head towards my neck, and latched his lips onto my soft skin. He took my skin in between his teeth and sucked forcefully.

"That's gonna leave a mark, Chris, stop," I Whined.

He pulled away and smirked. "I know, that's the point, you dirty little slut, I want people to see you belong to ME” his thrusts maintained a brutal pace while attacking my cervix.

“F-Fu-Fuckk” I stuttered as my legs began to shake around his torso. “Cl-Close” I choked out.

“No” his voice husked in my ear as his hand made a fist next to my head to support his weight and his harsh movements. “Do you deserve to cum?” he hummed in my ear.

“Y-yes p-lease, Chris” I begged between my moans.

“You Cum with me or not at all got it?” he grunts out sitting up and wrapping his hand around my throat and squeezing the sides just enough to make the pleasure more intensifying.

“Mhm,” I moaned out looking at him and giving him doe-eyes that I knew he couldn't resist.

“Nu-uh, words, understand?” he squeezed my throat a little harder.

“Y-Yes s-Sir” i wept, the pleasure of him repeatedly pounding my cervix and the way his veins popped out of his forearm while wrapped around my throat became almost uncontrollable, the knot in my stomach could burst at any moment now.

He smirked at my response “My greedy girl, just so pitiful, begging for that release,” he grunted “Hold it for a couple of seconds okay, beautiful? Can you do that for me?” he bit his lip removing his hand from my throat to brush the hair on my face away, smiling down at me.

“C-Cant” I shook my head squeezing my eyes shut as tears of overstimulation began forming at the corners of my eyes.

“Yes, you can pretty girl, I'm almost there alright? Just keep squeezing me so good baby” he moves his hand down my body slowly and agonizing down to my clit and toying with it while maintaining his attack on my pussy.

“FUCK” I squeal arching my back off the bed. My moans became whimpers as my makeup began to run from the tears now streaming down my face “C-Cum-Cumming” I let out a scream of pleasure as my orgasm hit me like 14 busses and I squirted all over him and everything else in the way.

“That's it,” he coos “Keep cumming for me, let it all out” he continued as his thrusts became sloppier chasing after his own release. 

“Such a good fucking girl for me baby,” he smiles as his last couple of thrusts in me painted my once pink walls a nice shade of white. He slowly pulls out of me being careful not to hurt me. “Let me clean you up yeah?” his smile made me smile back at him as he left quickly to his bathroom to grab a lukewarm washrag. He slowly drags it down my legs and carefully wipes my cum covered pussy making me wince “I know ma, I know” he coos throwing the rag into the pile of clothes we left on the floor.

“You okay?” he chuckled admiring my fucked-out expression.

“Mhm, I'm good” I smiled moving my body to face his

“I wasn't too rough on you was I?” he smiles moving my hair behind my ears.

“Honestly, you were perfect” I smiled leaning into his touch.

“I'm sorry I got a little possessive, I'm trying to get used to the whole ‘the public relationship’ type thing, I'm still used to keeping you my little secret,” he says softly kissing my forehead and pulling my body closer to his.

A pound at the door quickly broke up this once peaceful pillow talk moment “HEY FREAKS!” Nick yells “SOME OF US ARE TRYING TO FUCKING SLEEP” he continued before walking away from the door and slamming his own door.

Chris and I chuckled as I nuzzled my head into his chest. “Do you wanna watch Sponge Bob? Or gossip girl?” he says running his fingers through my hair

“Whatever you want” I smiled before fastly falling asleep wrapped in his arms.

Chris looked at me falling asleep on him smiled down at me shook his head, admiring how peaceful and soundly I slept intertwined with his own body.

A/N PT2: GUYS IDK WHAT HORMONE MONSTER ATTACKED ME BUT LIKE I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!! I love you all and i hope you all have a blessed and amazing day! 🩷

[mieanme]

Merman x Siren au

Hualian - (part V)

I'm back!! Sorry, the updates will be less frequent now since my vacation came to an end, but I will try to update every Sunday!

First part: PART I

Previous part: PART IV

***

It takes Xie Lian a good couple of minutes to get a hold of himself. He doesn't even realise he started sinking a little bit, because of how stiff he became during his encounter with the siren.

The malicious, cruel siren who everyone fears.

When he finally gets back to his senses, he immediately swings his tail a few times to swim up to reach the entrance of the trench. He swims over the edge of it and then simply lies flat on his stomach on the ocean floor, unable to do anything else.

Ruoye sits right before his face, still glaring.

"Please, stop staring at me like that. I know," Xie Lian clicks, thinking back to how careless he behaved when the octopus tried to warn him about the potential danger. "I need a moment. I feel like I'm gonna faint."

Ruoye decides to let go of it's anger for a while and simply turns around to face the trench, guarding the unmoving merman. He's very grateful for a friend like this. Xie Lian lies there for God knows how long, trying to process everything that has just happened.

The more he's thinking about it, the more he's certain it's impossible, as if he imagined all of it.

He not only successfully found the trench, he met the owner of the territory AND got the said owner to run errands for him. Not to mention it's a mortal enemy of merpeople!

Xie Lian adjusts his position to support himself on the elbows and then covers his face with his hands. He wants to scream. How has this all even happened? He was sure he's about to die in this trench like three times during the conversation. However, he not only survived, but also doesn't have to do anything at all.

At least for now.

All in all, he feels quite relieved at some point. If the siren keeps his word, Xie Lian is going to get the algae that can help the sick mers. Moreover, others won't have to put themselves in danger.

Unless the siren is gonna play dirty.

But why would he? He could kill Xie Lian then and there, without even getting slightly tired, most probably. With how strong his body looked, Xie Lian wouldn't even be able to escape.

As Xie Lian thinks about it, the siren doesn't have any reason to help him either.

So why did he do it? And, what's more important, what is he going to demand in exchange for his help?

When this thought crosses Xie Lian's mind, a new wave of fear washes over him. He indeed mentioned somewhere in their conversation that his pod is going to compensate the siren for his help, but the creature himself didn't seem interested in the topic at all. What if he is, but just decided it's obvious he's going to get something in return and that's why he's helping Xie Lian right now?

And what could possibly Xie Lian's pod offer to the siren to satisfy him?

The merman groans, slapping his own face rather harshly. He also feels the sudden urge to start moving like a shark in one place to dig himself a hole in the ocean floor and cover himself in the sand. He really put himself in a situation in which he has no idea what to do.

His thoughts all circle around the siren, so he even starts wondering when he is going to come back. Is he really alright after all? The creature said he's indeed built differently, but Xie Lian can't help but worry a little bit. Who knows what monsters hide in the darkness of the trench?

The moment Xie Lian decides to uncover his face, he releases a loud squeak of surprise.

The siren he was worrying so much about is right there before him, with Ruoye wrapped around his other arm, biting the creature viciously yet again.

"Resting?" The siren clicks with a not so sincere smile spread on his lips. He doesn't seem bothered though, about the octopus nor the merman taking a small break.

"N-no, I was... just, you know, thinking, haha," Xie Lian responds dumbly, quickly swimming up to the siren to get the octopus off him yet again. "Ruoye, please, he's helping us, can't you be a little bit kinder?"

"It's fine," the siren says and, seeing the merman's hands reaching out to him, he seizes the opportunity to stuff something into Xie Lian's palms. "Here."

Xie Lian blinks, looking down at his own hands, only then realising the siren has given him a large pile of some strange, dark algae.

"Oh," Xie Lian clicks, examining the plants. They indeed look extraordinary - slim and dull, with mysterious dots and bums all over; similar, but also very different from the algae the merman has even seen. Only after a longer while he looks up at the siren who's still right in front of him, steadily in one place. "Thank you! So much!"

Before Xie Lian can help himself, he rushes forward to hug the siren out of excitement, but stops himself in the middle of his own moves, which makes him bump into the siren's chest like an idiot that Ruoye probably still takes him for. The siren flinches when their bodies touch and for a second Xie Lian thinks it's over for him, but the creature only moves away a little bit.

"I'm sorry! I just got too excited, I forgot I should...," Xie Lian tries to explain himself, looking up at the siren. The merman expects the creature to be confused or at least angry, but his expression is just unreadable. He only stares at Xie Lian, but after a short while smiles softly.

"I see," he clicks, suddenly reaching out to pet Xie Lian's cheek. His clawed hand moves to comb through the merman's brown hair and then it disappears quickly, this time travelling to the siren's other forearm and pointing at the octopus still settled on his body. "I suppose you would like to get this one back with yourself as well?"

"Yes, yes! I'm so sorry!"

After a small fight with the stubborn animal, Xie Lian manages to get a proper hold of both algae and Ruoye. He's ready to bid the farewells, when he suddenly remembers one of the most important things he was contemplating when the siren dived into the trench.

"Right!" He clicks loudly, to make sure the siren's attention is still on him. "I... I still haven't asked what you would like to receive in return for your generosity. My pod is quite big, we have plenty of food and we like creating various things. Is there anything my pod could provide that you're interested in?"

The siren chuckles, turning around.

"Whatever your pod can provide is of no value for me," he says, looking back at Xie Lian.

"H-how can we repay you then? I... I am in no position to put my pod in debt, since I came here on my own, so... So if you want to, please, hold only me as accountable!"

"Very well," the siren replies. "Then I'm sure you will think of a way to repay me."

"Wait!" Xie Lian squeaks, even if the siren only turned away from him and hasn't moved since.

The creature raises an eyebrow, seemingly waiting as Xie Lian asked him to.

"... I don't even know your name. I'm so rude for never asking for it in the first place, please, forgive me. I will think of a way to repay you and I will come back! I promise!" Xie Lian clicks quickly, not wanting to hold the siren back any longer.

"You think too much. If one is offended by such trivial matters, they're truly just a piece of trash," his reply surprises Xie Lian yet again, so he doesn't even get to respond, before the creature continues. "You can call me San Lang. I will be awaiting your return, little merman."

With those last words, the siren disappears in the trench, impossibly fast.

Soon enough Xie Lian finds himself all alone by the edge of the trench. He looks up at the surface, only to realise he has already spent most of the day in the siren's territory.

'I guess I really got a chance to get back home after all,' he thinks to himself and, with the algae in hands and Ruoye around his waist, he starts swimming back to the border.

***

Next part: PART VI

And that's it for today!! Lemme know how you like it so far ^*^ And what do you think the pod's reaction is gonna be hehe

[wordy-little-witch]

Ghost!Roger Au is so good, I wonder if other ghosts have decided to talk with Perona as well? Will Rouge also give a shovel talk too?

If Luffy and his crew comes over, will Ace come out and start talking about Luffy in his classic fashion? So many ideas could happen

YEAH

Perona absolutely talks to many spirits, some kinder than others, and when she learns Buggy can see and talk to them easily, she is absolutely vibrating beyond the physical plane.

Rouge absolutely gives her own shovel talks. Somehow hers is scarier that Roger's. Perona wants to be like granny Rouge one day.

I genuinely believe Perona got Zoro to do a board session with her over the two years, so he knows she has it and can talk to spirits ((and they send letters bc they're siblings send tweet)), so when they all meet up, Buggy is trying - in vain - to escape a rubbery tangled death trap that is supposed to be a hug, and Zoro is staring his not-dad and not-sister with the protective fury of a thousand suns.

It only gets complicated when, between one moment and the next Buggy goes stock still. Perona tilts her head with a hum. The clown just falls over and Luffy is giggling his head off while Mihawk and Crocodile straighten up. The strawhats are watching on warily.

Buggy, still smothered, just goes "Pero-chan, be a dear and pull our your board please. Grandpa is being annoying again."

"Okay mama Bug!"

She proceeds to lay out a comically large board, sets a piece of wood down and nobody even touches the planchet before it's zooming across the board

L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-F-F-Y-L-U-

"YEAH WE GET IT, GET ON WITH IT!!!"

H-I

"Oh my gods"

It's a hot mess honestly and many people are Suspicious of Foul Play, especially because Ace is such a sore spot for Luffy even now, but Lu's smarter than he lets on. He asks for proof that Ace is there.

S-H-I-T-T-Y-G-R-A-M-P-S-K-I-L-L-E-D-K-E-V-I-N

Luffy bursts into tears. The crews are about to explode. Buggy's still being used as a stuffed animal by a teenage boy.

Luffy babbles about how it IS Ace and yeah Gramps DID kill Kevin and how is this happening and he's sorry and-

C-R-Y-B-A-B-Y

"You jerk!!!"

Roger and Rouge get to formally meet Luffy then, and Ace introduces Roger as his 'not as shitty old man', which is high praise.

Hours later, Luffy rests his head against Buggy's shoulder and asks how he knew to ask Pinkie for the board.

"My Haki's not built like everyone else," he says haltingly. "I see.... stuff that isn't really supposed to be seen."

"Magic eyes?"

"Basically."

"Cool.... does.... does Shanks know?"

"About the magic eyes or about Roger?"

"Yeah"

"Then yeah. He does. Old Fucker haunts us both"

"Huh...."

There's silence for a bit.

Buggy's not sure why he wants to break it, why he wants to say anything. He still does

"Firefist spends a lot of time away from here. He checks on his crewmates, he's said. But he checks on you, too. Came back one time raving mad about some 'blond twink ass' having the audacity to be alive, for some reason. But he watches over you the most, I think."

"Shishishi... yeah. Sabo died when we were kids. But he didn't die! Just got amnesia. He's better now."

"Sabo?"

"Blond twink"

"Ah. Well. Kid, your life is a fucking drama."

"Yep! It's fun, huh? Thanks, uncle Buggy"

"Don't call me that"

"I'm gonna do it anyway."

"Ugh..."

Roger and Rouge are watching on warmly. ((Ace would be too if he wasn't currently playing with the bonfire and making Chopper laugh))

[undergrounddweller89]

hii, i wanted to say that i really love your writing and art. brings me joy to see chai x kale, my blorbos. do you have any headcannons about them?

🤔 well without any specific ones you'd like me to talk about my brain is trying to pick one but I guess I do have some but they're probably stuff I've already written heh ❤️ and thank you ❤️❤️❤️❤️

So like we all think about how Kale is the oldest so he's gotta always be 100 percent in charge right?

Well what if he let's Chai sometimes just decide their schedule for the day, doesn't matter what it is, he didn't have to plan it , sort it or work it out, he gets to come along for the ride and actually experience a few things.

Kale and his Sister plan days so that they can take time off to be with their significant others.

I bet there's some days Kale just loves making a fuss of Chai and Chai acts like his usual cocky self but adores it....just as much as Kale can be stubborn he likes that Chai always remembers his coffee and will even go off campus to get him a Cortado if the machines are broken.

No one but Chai knows Kale likes his coffee with lots of milk and three sugars, that's one he's been told to take to the grave with him, Chai thinks it's fucking cute but accepts these terms of knowing this oh so secret information xD

Let's see love making can vary from if I don't fuck you now I'll die, from Kale being above him and gently cupping Chai's cheek , his hand covering almost half his face with how big it is, and his heart races in the quiet moment , those moments he can't believe he's really in because it's so perfect it has to be a dream right, when ever Kale holds Chai's face like this , Chai always kisses Kale's palm and smiles up at him and says I love you.

Which has Kale leaning down to kiss him because how could he not love Chai.

They are super cuddly after sex like if kale gets up to go get a snack Chai is holding onto him like a koala and Kale loves it, he'll literally panic if Chai doesn't because he'll worry something is wrong.

One year Chai learned how to knit

(I can't knit for shit but if I could I would knit my loved ones so many scarfs they could make a rope bridge out of them xD)

Turns out Chai was really good at knitting and taught CNMN how to knit and Macaron even joined....they formed a little knitting club :3c Because I head cannonly say so pffft

But back to the point

So it was like Kale's birthday and Chai saw all the really expensive gifts Kale got and Chai was standing at the back as everyone gave their gift , probably like at some big party....because let's be honest who gets to plan what they really want the do on their own birthday and have to go along with the plans everyone else makes for them.

Kale noticed that Chai left at one point and made sure to send a message asking if he was alright and Chai just said he was tired.

Kale wasn't sure how much Chai had drunk that night so he really might be but he didn't stay too much past midnight and returned back to their home.

Chai woke up being poked in the face

"Hey...I know you got me something...I've been waiting all day for it gimme."

Kale held out his hand expectantly and Chai curls up and is like no...it's not as good as all those other ones.

Kale shakes his head

Pffft please they saw something shiny and assumed I wanted and or needed it, they didn't pick it because they love me they chose them because they love my name.

He pokes Chai's sides and Chai's like noooo you know I'm ticklish!

That's the point kid , now where's my birthday present, come on gimme you rascal!

Keeps playfully tickling his side's and Chai eventually rolls off the thin box he was laying on top of the bow crushed but Kale didn't care he was quick to rip off the packaging with a triumphant laugh only to go quiet as he held it in his hands.

A beautiful red scarf with the Vandelay logo at each end the white V's were lined in gold the red at each end fading into gray then black with tassley bits at the end which he immediately started playing with.

"Sorry I know it's not that-"

"I swear to god Chai if you tell me it's not good I will bite you hard you won't heal for a week."

Chai blushes at that and then watches him play with the end of the scarf.

"I noticed you start to play with your pens or other little things when you're bored or stressed so I added the tassley bits at the end."

Kale's still looking at it and smiling

"I personally want to throw every gift I've gotten in the fire tonight apart from this one, this is the only gift that matters to me but you know there's one other I would like tonight..."

"Oh?"

"I think you know what it -wait a minute...."

He went to carefully place the scarf in a very safe place before coming back and kissing him

"I think you know what I want , am I too late to cash in on that access to Chai's body whenever I want on my birthday coupon?"

"I gave that to you three years ago."

"You never put an expiration date on it..."

Chai kissed him while still giggling and wrapping himself around Kale

"I suppose I didn't...but keep it , after all it doesn't say it has a one time use either."

That turned head cannony rambly xD there's probably more ideas but I think I put a fair bit here already.

If there's something specific you wanna ask go right ahead ❤️

[periwinckles]

What are your thoughts about the epilogue? Specifically this sentence :

It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. But Peeta wanted them so badly.

How do you interpret it?

Disclaimer : this question is for textual analysis, it's not meant to incite fandom war. please DNI if you don't like this topic.

Thank you so much.

@curiousnonny

I've read a lot of answers on this already, which is awesome, because I mostly agree, but it's kind of lame because now I have nothing else to say.

What I will do is dissect every single word of this paragraph.

They play in the Meadow.  (how awesome it is that a book filled with angst ends with kids playing? The most carefree of all activities?) The dancing girl with the dark hair and blue eyes. The boy with blond curls and gray eyes, struggling to keep up with her on his chubby toddler legs. (Her boy having chubby legs, and Katniss noticing it, because chubby is something she surely never thought of saying about a child of hers and that is why she never wanted to have them in the first place) It took five, ten, fifteen years for me to agree. (the mention of five, ten, fifteen years leads me to believe that this subject was brought up several times, during that time. And she had to agree, which means someone or something was warring against her reasoning: it could be Peeta, but more likely she was battling with herself and her previous decisions. I actually don't see it as manipulative if it's Peeta who's trying to change her mind. He knows the only reason that's holding her back is her fear of Panem going back to what it was. He's reassuring her withoutt pressuring her. I'm ok with that, if that was the case, but I still feel it's her, mostly that she's battling with.) But Peeta wanted them so badly. (Katniss choosing to have kids because Peeta wanted them, again, it's not demeaning of her. It's actually an act of love. I know someone who never wanted to have kids, her boyfriend really wanted to have them. When they got married she specifically stated she didn't want kids and he was fine with it. They ended up having them anyway, because 1- What you want when you're twenty and what you want when you're thirty is not the same thing. and 2- Her love for him motivated her to have kids, because surprise! that's what happens when people love each other, you end up wanting to bring a new person to this world with your partner. But what I actually think happens here is she's saying he wants them because even now she doesn't want to admit it's her that wants them. Kinda like my oldest child, who sometimes wants a cookie, and comes to me and says "Mommy, V(her toddler sister) is hungry and wants a cookie. You should give her one." When she knows full well that if I give the toddler a cookie I'm giving her one too. So yeah, Katniss saying "Oh Peeta wanted kids so badly" is her go to line to tell everyone else, so they dont actually realize she's the one that really wants them, because this girl has been a mother figure from the moment her father died.)  When I first felt her stirring inside of me, I was consumed with a terror that felt as old as life itself. (anyone who's ever been pregnant knows what she is talking about. Feeling a baby inside you for the first time is terrifying. IT'S A PERSON INSIDE OF YOU. Let me repeat that. It's a person. And you feel it move. And you know it's not you moving, that it's not your brain controlling it, that it's a whole new being that's doing that. And then the nightmares, and the dread that this new being depend on you, and it might die inside of you. ) Only the joy of holding her in my arms could tame it. Carrying him was a little easier, but not much. (is she describing my pregnancies? I feel like she's describing my pregnancies. Second is always easier.)

(I was actually going to do this for the entirety of the epilogue but realized I only had stuff to say about the first paragraph anyway. )

[yenpet-yenaet]

Gen. 19 to 21

The Epiphany of the Lord, pf.

The two angels who left for Sodom in the previous chapter reach the city in the evening, and they meet Lot, who was sitting in the gateway of the city. Lot suggests to them that they spend the night at his house. They say they’ll spend the night in the square, but Lot insists so they go with him. At home, Lot makes them a ‘feast’ of unleavened bread. Now, before they went to bed, the men of the city, young and old, surrounded the house demanding that Lot let the men out so that they might have sex with them. Lot, being a terrible person, offers his two virgin daughters to the men instead. The men can do whatever they want to his daughters, just please leave the visitors alone. The men are angered by this, saying that Lot, the alien, is now acting like a judge among them. The men of Sodom tried barging in, breaking down the door and all, but the visitors dragged Lot inside and shut the door behind them. And also they blinded the men of Sodom. Then they said to Lot to take out everyone who lived in that house, sons and daughters, and leave the city because they were going to destroy it on God’s orders. Lot tells this to his sons-in-law, but they think he’s kidding and ignore him. 

Come the morning, the angels urge Lot to take his wife and his daughters and get the hell out of Sodom. But Lot hesitated, so they had to literally drag them outside by hand. The angels tell them to flee for their lives out into the hill country, or else they would die, but Lot, ever the coward, suggests that maybe he could just go live in Zoar instead and the angels shouldn’t destroy it, pretty please? The angels acquiesce. So Lot and his family start escaping, making their way to Zoar; and God rains down fire and brimstone to overthrow the cities. But Lot’s wife looks behind at all the destruction and turns into a pillar of salt. Later in the morning, Abraham would come by only to see the smoldering ashes remaining.

As for Lot, after coming to Zoar, he realizes his life might be threatened in this city too, so he decides to go live in a cave with his daughters. Now, his daughters realize their father is old now, and they think there are no men left because of all the destruction, so they concoct a plan. They’ll make their father drunk, and when he’s passed out, rape him; that way, the human race can continue, or something. So they do that. On the first night, the older sister gets her father drunk and rapes him, and on the second night, the younger sister does the same. We’re told that their children were the ancestors of the Moabites and the Ammonites (two of Israel and Judah’s neighboring kingdoms).

After that, we get the second sister-wife story (first one with Abimelech.) Abraham journeys down south toward the Negeb and resides in Gerar for a while. Here too, he tells Sarah to tell people she’s his sister. And Abimelech, king of Gerar, takes Sarah. However, God comes to him in a vision telling him he’s a dead man because he took Sarah even though she’s Abraham’s wife. Abimelech objects that, first, she told him she was Abraham’s sister, and second, he hasn’t done a thing to her. God acknowledges this and tells Abimelech to give Sarah back. So Abimelech gets up in the morning and asks Abraham why he lied to him, after all, sinning against him this way brought a lot of guilt, and impotence (v. 18), to his kingdom. Abraham, caught in his lie, makes up some bullshit answer about how Sarah technically is his sister, technically, a half-sister. Abimelech gives Sarah back to Abraham along with lots of livestock as restitution. He also tells him that Abraham can stay in the land as long as he wishes, wherever he wishes. Abraham prays to God, and God heals Abimelech and his kingdom, and all the infertility problems. 

In the midst of their stay in Gerar, Sarah conceives and bears Isaac, and when he’s eight days old, they circumcise him; all according to God’s covenant. Sarah proclaims that “God has brought laughter for me; everyone who hears will laugh with me” and “Who would ever have said to Abraham that Sarah would nurse children?” In time, Isaac grows and is weaned, and Abraham throws a big feast to celebrate the occasion. But all is not well, however, because Sarah spots Ishmael playing with Isaac. This enrages Sarah, who says to Abraham to “Cast out this slave woman with her son;” because she doesn’t even want a possibility of Ishmael inheriting Isaac’s stake. Abraham doesn’t want to do this, since Ishmael is his son, but after God tells him to listen to Sarah and that everything will be alright, he goes ahead with it. Early in the morning, he takes bread and water, gives them to Hagar, and sends the two on their way. And so, Hagar and Ishmael wander into the wilderness of Beer-sheba. Now, the water that Abraham gave them only lasted them so long, and eventually, they ran out of water. This being a desert, there was none to be found. So, in desperation, Hagar casts Ishmael under the shade of a tree, and then sits down far away from him so that she might not see her son die. But an angel comes to her saying that God has heard the boy’s voice. The angel again that from her son will come a great nation, before telling her to open her eyes. On opening her eyes, she saw a well! Saved by this, she fills the skin and gives Ishmael a drink. The text tells us that Ishmael grew up to be a great archer, and that he lived in Paran with his Egyptian wife that his mother had gotten him. 

At that time Abimelech made Abraham swear by God that won’t deal falsely with him or his posterity; but because Abimelech has dealt with him fairly, it is only right that Abraham should also deal fairly. And Abraham swears it. But then, Abraham complains to Abimelech about a well that his servants had taken. Abimelech knows nothing of this, so Abraham decides to give him seven ewes of his flock as a covenant that Abimelech recognizes that Abraham dug that well. So they do, and that’s why, according to the text, the well at Beer-sheba is named what it is. After this, Abimelech returns to the land of the Philistines (a hilarious anachronism!) while Abraham plants a tamarisk tree at Beer-sheba and calls on the everlasting God. And Abraham lived there in the land of the Philistines (seriously who was redacting this?) for many days.

The opening of this chapter contrasts with the previous. In chapter 18, Abraham is visited by heavenly beings and he pays due homage, and promises them some water and a morsel of bread. In reality, he furnishes a fine meal and, later, stands up for justice by haggling with God. Lot, on the other hand, is a lousy host who only provides them some unleavened bread. And when the men of Sodom come knocking, first he jeopardizes his family by offering his daughters to the rape mob, and then his guests are forced to save him. Even after this, he hesitates on leaving the city until he is forcibly removed by the angels. Even after that, he cowardly refuses to do as the angel told him, instead opting to just go to Zoar. This whole sequence is meant to contrast Lot’s bumbling hospitality, and the men of Sodom’s inhospitality, with Abraham’s extremely generous hospitality. And where Lot is a coward who has to be dragged around by angels, Abraham has a spine. Besides this, it is very interesting how closely the start of the Benjamite War (Judg. 19) lines up with the story of Sodom. Perhaps this story is another instance of a real event being (un)intentionally mythologized to prove a point. Just like how Jeroboam I’s calves in Bethel and Dan were criticized by the Golden Calf incident in Exodus.

Speaking of connections to other stories, the destruction of Sodom itself draws on the Flood story for a lot of its language and imagery. The “rain” of destruction that falls on Sodom and Gomorrah is similar to the actual rain that falls in the Flood story. There are thematic similarities too. In both cases, God destroys a whole population because of an epidemic of moral perversion. Then, in both, the male survivor gets drunk and is sexually violated. Even Lot’s daughters’ claims that there is no man left so they have to resort to their father fits into this. While the next isn’t strictly related to the Flood, it does have a little similarity to an extra-biblical tradition relating to the Flood. Lot’s wife looking backward and being turned into salt combines two things: a mythic motif of looking back meaning disaster (like what happened to Euridyce) and an etiological explanation for the real-life salt pillars around the Dead Sea region. The loose tie-in with the Flood is that, supposedly, Noah’s wife drowned because she didn’t listen to the warnings, and similarly, Lot’s wife dies as a result of her disobedience. This story also gives us the origins of Israel’s neighboring kingdoms, Moab and Ammon, who are a result of incest. 

Chapters 20-22 have many doublets with other stories leading some scholars to posit that these chapters form a block of E source material that parallels the J source material in other chapters. This particular story is a doublet with Isaac’s sister/wife stunt in chapter 26. The Oxford footnote goes into more detail about the textual history of these passages. My personal theory is that this passage was the original and the one in ch. 12 got added later. The reason for why Abraham might fear for his life upon entering a new land makes much more sense after the story of Sodom. There, two strangers came to Sodom and were threatened with rape. Abraham fears that similar things will also happen to him, or especially Sarah. This is the reason for why Abraham tells Sarah to lie. Other than that, there are only a few things to mention. In verse 4, Abimelech asks God if he will really destroy the innocent with the guilty, just like Abraham in chapter 18. God is again reminded to be the Judge of the earth. Verse 7 calls Abraham a prophet, the only time he is ever labeled as such. The last verse tells us that God punished Gerar with infertility when Abimelech took Sarah. This continues the theme of fertility being crucial to the understanding of Genesis. In addition, it also confirms that Isaac could not possibly have been sired by Abimelech. 

The following chapter plays around with the meaning of names from the beginning. After Isaac is born, Sarah exclaims that God has given her laughter. Isaac’s name means he laughs. Later, in v. 9, Ishmael is making Isaac laugh. However, the real meat of this chapter is the story of Hagar and Ishmael. This endangerment of Ishmael parallels Isaac’s coming endangerment, down to the language of “rose early in the morning.” While the two are out of water in the wilderness, the text again plays with names, saying that God heard the boy’s cry; and Ishmael’s name means God hears. Similar to its doublet in ch. 16, here Hagar is cast out into the wilderness with her son. But this time, the Hebrew consistently uses El instead of YHWH, pointing to this story being from a different author. This chapter contains another doublet in the story of the naming of Beer-sheba. This episode will happen again with Isaac and Abimelech.

[electronicsynth]

Musings --- Negative --- Don't Read if you don't want to see Emotional Bullshit

But like I left tumblr years ago to keep up with everyone who moved, but honestly the other site is a shit hole. Every site is. Social media is so fucking stupid, and I'm not free from that. I'm medicated now and really just thinking about a lot of things. Like. How I have really muffled myself for stupid reasons. How I try to be a good person in the eyes of everyone else it hurts. I was never an anti tho those were never good people to me, just bully's that want the abused to die. And well I'm kind of really done putting on this sheet of being a quiet good girl so to speak. Me and my System have really just sat down in a way and thought about things. I have a lot of people pleasing issues. It comes from abuse. I have NPD it comes from being neglected, speaking of which. I was talking to my therapist and she 100% agreed that NPD comes from being neglected and having to do everything yourself. But like I'm just sick and tired of being what I think people want. I barely even talk on my twitter, I barely talked on tumblr too back in the day and sometimes I feel guilty about not posting because I have been told that I'm not trustworthy because I don't talk. This was such a cycle, a cycle of like, being told that I'm a freak so I should shut up and also I can't be trusted because I shut up.

All of this has made me so hypercritical of myself even more than I was before I was a teenager. It sucks. I'm really done with it. Sometimes no matter how many things you do for someone. How many times you reach out and help, all you are to them are a supply of dopamine and they don't give a shit about you other then what you do for them. This isn't even the disorder talking. It's life.

Bpd/Npd comorbid is such an awful thing to have and to deal with. It's so hard to find help. Or to admit you need help. I want to run away. I want to quit therapy. I want to pretend that everything is fine and continue to be that supply of dopamine to people that hurt me because it gives me attention for that small fragment of time.

But I won't I'm going to stay away and be formal, be pointed and be casual. Stoic. Things that they would hate. I think that that is even better then starting a fight. I feel like having just an edge, just a small bit of power, just something will feel good. I used to be able to talk to people. I used to be able to play on irc or random chatrooms. My life has been a blur since I entered foster care and was thrust into a world of normalcy while being abused in a way I wasn't used to.

With all of this it makes you just so easy to be abused. So easy to be taken advantage of. To be taken for granted. To be insinuated to be a liar.

It's funny. I should of known people like that are never any good. V went on about his list, but was he wrong? Most people from those groups are known for being stupid, abusive pricks. I shouldn't be too hard on myself as a person, I don't think I've been out that much in the past decade, though, I think I was during some parts, hard to tell pre-knowing days after all.

I guess what I'm saying is what goes around comes around, and acting like people are just there for your own amusement is not a fun thing.

Revenge is a slippery slope, but, I'm not one to run from slopes. I'm really mad right now. I wish I could really put it into words, or tell people how I really feel. Or we could 'talk it out' because of course I'm just crazy and it just seems like I'm only important when you want something and I'll never not respond because I have OCD about messages. It's not that, you just never noticed even when people in my system were upset, struggling with life, wanting to d*e that we would always respond. It's normal not notice it's just text.

You've had so much of a worst life then me you shout from the back of your lungs, while I tell you nary details about mine, just the ones that don't make me feel weak. Just not the things that make me know that it's something you can make fun of an abuser for. Those are the things you can say.

Bullshit. Anyways. I'm done talking.

[allisonfanblog69420]

the ballad of may and discord rp

so i decided to try discord rp so i could write on the go. was curious about the world of it. wound up being very distracting. also wound up...

as it turns out, i do believe all discord rp’ers are stuck in the ~2015 era. so let’s just share some bad excerpts first. (and these, my friends, are not even close to all i wish i could share. alas, alas -- some of the best have been removed! and i also didn’t want to skim every single thread ever written!)

now, my favorite part about this section? strangely, the older the writer was, the worse they were. the worst one there was 30, the best two there were 21. only included are the terrible ones because if i included anything good then like what’s the point :\ 

here we go:

first of all: this was just two days in. anyway-

hm sorry for the formatting but i didnt get a screenshot :( anyway, ITTTTTTTT. there were so many sentences like that. i wanted to die.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AoZVnsmV05E

hey lil mama-

reattach.

do y’all think it’s because of ramadan?

bop bop.

what face? 🤨

trustworthy male friend 🤩

the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows, of the latina

so... keeping in mind this mun sent photos of herself and she is a white red-head from concord, nc....

^ sorry for formatting, again with the screenshot :(

overall:

now. an old friend of mine and i were in an rp a few years back that, miraculously, had a demi lovato fc. the following exchange takes place as i send them screenshots of ms stefania reyes:

faceclaim stuggles:

^ says the person... using harry styles.

overall just a lot of bland white men who look like bread.

ode to alli (...who played stefania, the latina who panted):

ah, alli. ah, marcy’s ex. what will we do with you, you 30y/o who spent all day and night harassing a 24y/o teacher?

ah, alli. let’s explore.

i just want to start here.

ah, okay! very understandable! if a group is making you feel excluded, you should leave if that’s what would be best for you! now... do tell us exactly why they’re making you feel excluded?

.

.

.

sweetheart.

sweetie.

they know you’re going away for a bit.

most people do not feel inclined to message someone on hiatus unless it’s for concerning reasons or if they’ve been gone longer than expected. it’s always nice if someone does! very kind! 

but baby.

they do not owe you anything.

you’re on hiatus!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! get that through your skull!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“well, at least she feels included! that’s nice!” but... my favorite part... is why she feels included!

maybe she would not feel so if she were not a 30y/o woman harassing a 24y/o teacher who has to wake up early every morning to go see kindergarteners. i wanted to die on behalf of kate.

^ screenshot :(

LET THE POOR GIRL LIVE!?!?!?!? LET HER GO TOUCH GRASS?!?!?!?!? i know you’re probably making a face every time she doesn’t reply to you and saying something unspecified in spanish, but come on... you also apparently have two jobs...

anyway, on the topic of alli and kate, we’ll move to dallas and alexandra.

they were a ‘ship’ - because, as two outerbanks fcs, of course they were. as everyone can see from above, dallas was also the victim of alli’s wrath!

so they become ‘official’ one night - because of course they do (you meet on tuesday, you become official by saturday.). following day -- please do take note of who commented:

now please do take note of who opened the comments (and then... take further note as i tell you that no one entered the comments section):

the day that this happens, kate drops dallas. i doubt that was a coincidence, but i digress! anyway, alli has her character play it off like she just had a breakup even though everyone else was playing it like dallas just didn’t exist.

with that, alli makes a tinder profile for alexandra.

come a few days later, she sends this:

honey.... no one wants to write with you haha.

in conclusion:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aV9yUA6jAmY

[guzmagang]

Could you do an imagining or one shot with a female reader x Adaman. With him trying to reach her and make her realize she isn’t in this alone that she can rely on others to help save all the people from the danger of the time rift. lol what if a little kid of the diamond clan gets stuck in a time distortion field?

overworked | adaman x reader

v fun prompt. very much channeled "tired college student" energy in this but very fun.

reblogs are greatly appreciated | request open | kofi tips greatly appreciated

cw: general exhaustion, nondescript injury. me being stressed the fuck out about space-time distortions.

Deeply sighing, I place down my satchel unceremoniously somewhere on the floor- laying down on the hardwood as opposed to walking a little bit further to a cushion or mat. Exhaustion holding my eyes heavy and burning my eyeballs, I finally let my eyes slip shut.

I really wish other galaxy members could get better so my fucking back doesn’t break, but half of them are helpless- hell, one of the members of the security corps can’t even keep her own direction.

Maybe that’s why Arceus brought me here- half of everyone is helpless.

Most people here- well, I guess, technically “now”- don’t even have more than one

Pokemon, much less having a coherent team to be of any use.

My head thumps, stres pulsing through me as I let the wood hold me in uncomfortable flatness-

“Hey! You awake in there?”

Rei.

Groaning, I stand up again, pulling my satchel back on, exiting my cabin.

“There you are! Professor said there's one of those time-space warp things forming in one of the wilds and it’s pretty close to a Diamond Settlement- think you could go check it out?”

“Yeah I can,” I smile, trying to appear less like I’m being held together by my clothes.

“Great! Don’t push yourself too much there though; Just make sure no one enters it and nothing exits it. Adaman is going to be there to help too.”

“Sounds good.”

At least Adaman is going to be there.

“I’m going too so I can be extra support but, uh,” Rei pauses, “If I’m going to be honest, I’ll probably end up wrangling kids and making sure they don’t run into the distortion.”

“That’s still helping; If anything it’s safer,” I reassure him as we walk together to the gate, the guard giving us an escort for the journey.

“If anything gets really dicey, I’m sure someone will come help.”

Who else? I’m the only person helping all of you-

“Like Irida?”

“Yeah!”

Okay someone competent.

“Have… Have you ever been in a time-space distortion?” Rei shyly asks, obviously scared.

“I have on accident; It’s pretty intense. Hurts my eyes.”

“Are the pokemon really that scary?”

“Oh absolutely. They’re definitely a security threat. Sometimes pokemon will leave the distortion.”

“Geez,” Rei pauses, looking out into the distance- a threatening aurora in the distance forming a dome, “But I guess you can handle it- You’ve handled everything else!”

I am one request away from founding Team Rocket, Rei.

“I’ll do my best.”

Arceus, please don’t let me die here.

“There you two are!” Adaman startles me amidst my exhaustion and stresses, “I thought I’d meet you halfway.”

“Thanks, Adaman!”

I smile at him, his gaze soft on me, reading my face.

“I don’t think this distortion will last long, but it felt like too big of a threat to not get help.”

“Do you know anything about the distortions- I mean, you fell out of the sky!”

“No, Rei, I don’t know anything.” I snap.

Every damn person has to mention it every two minutes.

“Just because she was brought here doesn’t mean she knows why or how,” Adaman softens the tension, slowing his strides down to meet mine-

Come on, not in front of Rei-

“True,” Rei doesn’t seem affected by anything I’ve said.

I sigh as I follow Rei, a few strides ahead of me and Adaman-

A sudden grip on my hand startling me for a moment, Adaman tightly holding my hand as we walk; his gaze meeting mine for a moment, obviously concerned.

“We’ll get to the settlement before the distortion completely forms,” Rei is smiling.

Of course he’s scared of this; he’s a kid having to work for a grumpy dude with-

“The biggest thing in the settlement is making sure no one is around it and everyone is a safe distance away,” Adaman explains, his thumb softly stroking the skin of my hand, “When it fully appears, everyone needs to be away. The distortion won’t wipe away the settlement but any pokemon might.”

“Anywhere in particular you guys are moving to for now?”

“Close to Lake Valor; some security corps have already helped us make sure there’s no pokemon around while we wait out the distortion.”

I nod as we come up on the settlement; the distortion only 25 yards away from the seemingly abandoned settlement.

“Are we going to be safe, Adaman?” A small voice pipes up- a young girl looking up at him as she holds a doll against her chest.

“Absolutely,” Adaman confidently reassures her, letting go of my hand, “Go with your family; we’ll protect our home.”

God, he’s precious.

“Everyone is cleared out from what we can see.” A security corps member explains, “If there's any stragglers, someone should go behind us and bring them.

“Sounds like a task for you, Rei,” I smile at him, confident in his ability.

“Are you sure?”

“Definitely. If anything is pursuing you, we're here, and I'm sure Pikachu is itching to beat something up,” Rei laughs, Adaman looking to the dome again.

“Has everyone gotten anything they want to keep safe with them?” Adaman asks the security corps.

“Anything they can comfortably carry is with them; anything else was put in your tent, per your orders.”

“Good; go ahead with the others.”

“Could you check for anyone now, Rei?” I ask, a little feeling in my gut warning me.

“Do you think there’s anyone left behind?” Adaman faces me, pulling me against him in our moment of not-so-private privacy.

“I just, I just have a gut feeling,” I explain, his arms tightly around me.

“Come with me for a minute,” He whispers, pulling me into a tent I assumed was his, extra trunks stacked in the tent.

“You know we have to keep this a secret,” I lightly scold, his arms wrapping around me again, pulling me flush against him- giving in as I wrap my arms around him.

“I’m aware, but if I’m to be blunt, you look a couple missions away from collapsing,” Adaman gently cradled my head, stroking my hair as I lean more of my weight on him.

“I am,” I admit, his irritated sigh inspiring some sort of possessed confidence in me.

“Don’t kill yourself working, alright?”

“I don’t feel like I have a choice half of the time,” I grumble as he strokes my back.

“Then let me help- Get me and I’ll help you.” “You have a clan to be running.” “Half of me running the clan is making sure no one tries to have a philosophical debate with a Pearl Clan member that ends up with us in a war,” Adaman lightly laughs, “I have time for you; I have time for your health.”

“What if I get kicked out for not being good enough?”

Adaman pauses with an irritated sigh at the proposition.

“Then you come to me and the Galaxy team falls apart because you seem to be the only thing creating any progress.”

“But-”

“If that happens, I will help you; I’m sure Irida would help you too. We’re stubborn, not stupid.”

I laugh at the admission, squeezing him in the hug-

“I think there’s a kid in the distortion- What are you two doing?!”

“A kid?!”

Rei frantically nods, still caught up on us holding each other.

“I’m going, you stay on the outside so if anything happens to me they get out, alright?” I instinctively command Rei, sprinting out of the tent to the distortion, Rei and Adaman following me.

God this one looks intense. Stopping before the wall of the aurora, I sigh a deep sigh,

Well I haven’t died yet,

Running into the distortion.

The terrible, similar sound of wind running throughout the distortion, holding a pokeball in my hand defensively, running through the entrance, trying to find somewhere where a child would be hiding-

Tree, rock, something bigger like that-

A roar scares me, something obviously sighting me as I break out into a sprint-

Find the kid- Escape- Find the kid- Escape-

A sniffle pulls me from my matra for a moment- a little Diamond Clan member clutching onto their clothes, shaking behind a rock. I run over, immediately using myself as a shield-

“It’s alright, I’m here, I’ll protect you,” I whisper, trying to keep anything else from noticing me, holding out my arms to the boy as he immediately ran to me, hiding in my arms-

Now to get out-

A cut breaks into my back, a sharp hiss from a sharp breath through teeth-

“Hold on to me as tight as you can,” I instruct, grabbing him, bracing myself for another hit as I broke out into another sprint-

Something is going to follow me outside of the distortion- oh no.

Something wet seeps into the fabric on my back, the adrenaline doing its job as I finally realize the gash in my back-

Just a little more-

The all too familiar scream of the distortion being exited rings in my ears, panting at the mixture of the gash and the child.

“Are you alright?!” Rei immediately rushes over to me, taking the boy from me.

“Not really,” My voice is weak-

Shit.

Rei retreats to the settlement, carrying the boy as he leads me back to Adamans tent-

“Where’s Adaman?” I ask in a weak panic, Rei sitting the boy by the entrance as he pulls me to sit on a cushion.

“Taking care of whatever caused-” Rei pauses, shock stopping him- “Whatever caused this.”

I weakly nod, Rei’s attention focusing onto any sort of medical supplies he could find- Adaman abruptly entering the tent.

“Are you alright?” Adaman softly asks the boy, the boy rushing to him for a hug- still nodding yes as he seeked comfort.

“You’re safe now, we’ve got you; we’ll take you back to your family,” Adaman promised, the boy quiet from shock but still nodding in agreement. The boy leaves his arms, sitting back down to where he was, Adaman turning his attention to me-

“You’re injured.”

I nod, too weak to talk, Rei still panicking somewhere behind me.

“Let me take care of her, he doesn’t need to see her injured,” Adaman quietly instructs Rei, “Take him to another tent so he can calm down and we can make sure nothing will follow you out of the camp, alright?”

Rei weakly nods, taking the boys hand as he leads him out of the tent, quickly moving to another as Adamans hand on my shoulder startles me=

“Do you feel lightheaded or exhausted?”

“Exhausted,” I mumble, his hands working on pulling off my coat.

“I’m sorry if I see anything, you need to get out of this.”

I hum a weak response, nothing really making sense, the blow taking the wind out of me.

“It might hurt, but I can patch this up; it's surprisingly not very deep,” He explains, the final bits of my top coming off, a blanket placed in my lap, “Just stay awake for me so I don’t accidently hurt you, alright?”

I nod, a sudden touch on my lap startling me, Leafeon curling up in my lap, doing his best to comfort me.

“You need to sleep after this, you’re exhausted,” Adaman scolded and instructed, bandages wrapping around my front to secure some cotton on my back.

“I don’t think I have a choice,” I murmured, slurring together some words as Leafeon rubbed his head against my stomach.

“Let me help you, let me take care of you,” Adaman whispers against my neck, gently kissing the tender skin.

“You don’t need to-”

“I don’t need to, I want to, that’s why I’m asking you to let me,” He sighs with exasperation, “I want to take care of you, if you’ll let me.”

“Okay,” I whisper after a moment, his lips running up my neck to kiss my ear,

“Let me wash my hands and I’ll check on the distortion and Rei.”

I nod.

“Wait why do you need to wash your hands-”

“Because they’re bloody- did you forget you have a gash in your back already?”

“Maybe.”

Adaman sighs, rinsing is hands in a bowl of foggy water,

“Stay with me for a little while; it’ll be a part of the distortion mission.”

“But-“

“I get to make that decision; you’re in my care right now, taking care of my clan, alright?”

“Alright.”

Adaman gently kisses my forehead, exiting the tent to check on the others, Leafeon resting in my lap. Humming to myself, I gently pet Leafeon, his little noises of appreciation making me smile as I finally just rest. The distant sounds of the distortion fading as I rest my eyes.

“It’s gone,” Adaman says, a smile in his voice as he re-enters, sitting beside me and Leafeon, “You two look comfy.”

“I wanna lay down,” I mumble, Leafeon leaving my lap to return to the bed, Adaman helping me stand.

“Just make sure you don’t accidentally sleep on your back, alright?” Adaman instructs me, sitting on the bed and pulling me down to lay with him.

“Mhmm,” I hum as he pulls me against him, helping me lay on my stomach.

“I’ll stay with you as long as you need,” Adaman pulls the blanket over us, gently kissing my forehead as Leafeon curls at our feet.

“Alright,” I whisper, blindly kissing his chin before snuggling my head under his chin, a little chuckle warming my chest.

“Sleep well.”

[absolutepokemontrash]

The Brothers With an MC That’s Only Soft for Them

So, cute Headcanons are my kryptonite! Please enjoy, my fluff loving brethren!

Lucifer

We at Stupid Headcanons inc. recommend that MC does not inflate this bastard’s ego further, but if they choose to…

Lucifer, the morning star, a high ranking demon, does not need MC’s affection… that was a lie he C R A V E S it.

This pairing is actually quite complimentary, Lucifer is only soft for MC, MC is only soft for Lucifer, perfectly balanced.

MC shouldn’t expect Lucifer to be too reciprocal to their affections in public until they’re both neck deep into the relationship, but in private, hoo boy.

The “good job!”s, the hugs, the quick pecks on the cheek, all of it just made Lucifer practically melt. He adores all the affection, and it’s all for him.

Finally, someone in this house appreciates him…

“Lucifer, try not to overwork yourself, if you need anything, just ask, okay?” “Thank you, MC.” “Hey MC! I need help, pass me the remote.” “YOU CAN WALK OFF A CLIFF BELPHIE! Love you, Lucifer.”

And to be honest, some of the roasts are funny, but MC, dearest, please dial down the sass near Lord Diavolo.

Mammon

Of course MC’s favourite is the Great Mammon! Heh, who else would it be? Not that he needs this human’s affection or anything!

…screw it, please MC, give him more head pats.

Hand holding, hugs, resting his head on MC’s lap… Mammon’s really living the life.

In public Mammon is constantly trying to get MC to shower him in praise and affection in his own weird tsundere kind of way. It’s good thing MC is always willing to give their demon all the love they have.

It just makes him so happy that all of MC’s affection belongs to him, it makes his greedy little heart sing.

MC’s love and care tragically does not save him from being caught for his shenanigans, but MC, stone cold bitch that they are, will always do something bad to get strung up next to him.

“MC, what’re ya doin’ here?” “Oh you know babe, just hanging around.”

Nothing makes him smile more than when they stick up for him, to MC, he isn’t scummy trash, he’s the great Mammon! Their super amazing guardian! He does what he can to live up to MC’s image of him!

Since Mammon’s super supportive of his human, he’ll always provide reaction sound affects whenever MC delivers a verbal smack down.

Levi

MC likes him? Must be a joke. Who’d like a gross Otaku like him…?

The human exchange student apparently.

They’d listen with a look of pure adoration on their face whenever Levi would ramble about his favourite anime, they’d help him organize his figurines, they’d play video games with him…

Man… MC’s really playing the long con here on this practical joke.

When Levi isn’t drowning in self doubt, he absolutely loves how sweet and gentle MC is around him, a side only he gets to see… *swoon*

A cold mean character that’s only soft for their love interest??? That’s one of Levi’s top five favourite romantic tropes!

Levi’s often taking notes on MC’s snappy remarks so he can sass people while he streams, he’s not too good at it, so he just streams with MC present. His viewership goes up whenever exponentially whenever MC says anything.

“Someone in the chat just said I must be insanely lonely-” “There’s no way in hell you’re lonelier than that guy at night. His bed ranks number one in the top ten loneliest places ever.”

Satan

At first, Satan took more of an analytical interest in MC’s attitude, they’re either suicidally impulsive or very confident in their ability to run from danger if they think they can sass demons and get away unscathed.

Once the two connect and MC goes soft for him, it’s game over. Satan’s weakness is cute things, and nothing is cuter to him than his usually mean MC raining affection and compliments down upon him!

Satan finally has a leg up on Lucifer! The human adores him and isn’t afraid to talk back to that pretentious motherfucker-

MC sits in Satan’s lap and the two read together, they smuggle cats into the house, they lay in bed together plotting the downfall of their enemies… just normal couple things.

Sometimes MC just sits next to him and makes a particularly nasty quip at someone else, then give him a big ol kiss on the cheek.

It just makes him oh so happy…

“Honey, I brought you tea!” “Ah, thank you MC.” “I took it from Lucifer’s private stash of relaxing tea :D” “You really are my soulmate, aren’t you?”

Asmo

Gasp! MC’s so mean! Do it more!

Asmo, sassy god he is, appreciates a good snide remark or twelve, so he’s always got a front row seat to MC’s shennaniganery.

Before the pact, he was back in the peanut gallery with Satan wondering when MC’s words would come back to bite them, but after the pact, nothing’s touching the human. Their sass is completely consequence-less as long as Asmo’s around!

These two are a match made in hell, literally. Asmo and MC get to be so in sync that they manage to make each other’s insults better by working together.

“I’d give you the name of a few surgery places but I don’t think they implant brains into unlucky people like yourself.” “They might be able to implant a better personality though~.”

Asmo’s fully willing to flaunt his relationship in public. Sort of in a “look at us! MC’s only nice to me! Eat shit losers!” kind of way.

It isn’t all vanity and insults, MC always finds a way to make Asmo feel better whenever he’s feeling down. MC makes sure to tell Asmo as often as possible that they love him for more than just his looks, and it makes the Avatar of Lust swoon.

Just as long as MC never turns their razor sharp wit on Asmo, he’s their cheerleader forever.

Beel

Good choice, MC.

Despite his resting bitch face, Beel’s a big softie, everyone knows that, and as the Simpsons said, ‘the strong must protect the sweet’.

Well… MC isn’t as strong as Beel, but they will verbally eviscerate anyone who even dares insinuate anything not nice about their precious gigantic cinnamon roll!

“Listen up bitches! Not you Beel, we’re all glad you’re here.” “^_^” “Y’ALL ARE IN DEEP SHIT.”

Beel loves how affectionate MC is! Doesn’t matter if it’s in public or private, he and MC are almost always at least holding hands.

MC always has emergency snacks on them, they never get upset when Beel eats everything in the house, they just smile and hand over whatever food they have on them and help fix the problem.

Beel is probably one of the only characters who would try and get MC to branch out and be nicer to everyone and not just him. Whether this works depends on MC.

Belphie

Does he deserve this? No. Did he almost start crying when MC began to show him genuine care and affection? Yes. Does he nearly die of laughter every time MC snaps at someone? Yes.

Belphie’s not sure why MC decided that they were going to love him of all demons… but they just… understand him.

They listened patiently and offered a shoulder to cry on, even after he hurt them… their understanding, their compassion, just wow. Belphie really lucked out.

MC lets him nap, fluffs his pillows, reminds him to wash his pillow cases and comforter, gets him sushi, like geez… what a simp… *sniffle*

In return, Belphie offers cuddles. Cuddles and quality time together. For the first time in how many millennia Belphie is going to get off his ass and do something for someone if they ask.

It’s a miracle.

Belphie isn’t one for flaunting a relationship but… he may just let some people know that this super mean human likes him the most by giving his human a quick kiss.

[skinnyducky]

awkward apologies (pt. 2 to unexepected visits) // v.h.

This was soooo cute to write. When I tell you it was so hard to not laugh while writing this, I was trying my best. But, that's the whole point of this. To laugh, to go "awweee", and to be happy. So, thank you to those who enjoyed pt. 1...here's pt. 2 :)

link to part 1

Word Count: 1557, slightly edited

WARNING: language, sexual themes, embarrassed vinnie, and i think that's it.

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Vinnie leaned against the fence of the skatepark, cradling his board close to his chest. Jett sat next to him, still laughing from the story Vinnie had shared with him.

“Please tell me that all was a joke,” he laughed. “You can’t be serious?”

“It’s not funny, dude. I was so embarrassed.”

Jett shook his head, trying to stop his giggles. “Look, shit happens. It’s not the end of the world. At that, it’s not like Y/n was mad at you or anything.”

“Jett, Y/n hasn’t called me since that night.”

It was true; you hadn’t spoken to him in three days since the night of the incident. Why would you though? He embarrassed not only himself, but you, in front of your parents. Those are the very people whose opinion matters when it comes to your relationships, and he just blew it. It didn’t even help that he did not bother to explain his urgent departure right after. There were no texts, no calls, not even a tweet that gave you any hints as to what went wrong.

“I just don’t know, man. I messed up something so good.” Vinnie sighed, looking down at his shoes.

Jett sighed, placing a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Like I said, it’s not the end of the world, man. Everyone knows how head over heels you two are for each other. One little mistake isn’t going to make or break what you have going on.”

“I get that but…I…I wish I hadn’t-“

“You don’t need to repeat it.” Jett said. “Now, how about you get on your board, skate for a few minutes, and calm yourself. The more you think about it, the sadder you get, and I really don’t feel like having to cuddle with you in one of your sad moods.”

Vinnie chuckled. “Those are the best cuddles though.”

With that, the boy hopped onto his board and rode off. He skated, doing turns and all sorts of kickflips. He was in the zone, and nothing could bring him out of it. With his tongue peeking out between his lips, he gathered himself to do an ollie. He got into position, keeping his eyes on his board and his fit. With a leap, he looked up and lo and behold, there you were with your friends. He gasped, the sight of you catching him off guard, so much that he barely came close to nailing his trick.

“Shit!” he shouted, landing on his ass.

Even as far as he was, he could hear the sound of Jett’s cackles echo throughout the skatepark. Even through his awkwardness, he managed to look over at you. Much to his surprise, you were looking right back at him, laughing along with your pals. He shot you a small smile, but that fell once he saw your happy expression turn into what one would refer to as…disgust. Oh, you were mad mad.

The boy gulped, picking up his board and hurrying over to Jett, who was still laughing his ass off.

“I wish I had caught that on camera, man!” He hollered, clutching his stomach. “You should’ve seen the look on your face before you fell! Oh wait, I can show you!”

Jett proceed to mock Vinnie’s expression, failing his arms in the air.

Vinnie stared at him with an irritated gaze. “Ha, ha…very funny.”

“Dude, what happened? You normally nail your ollies.”

“Y/n happened.”

Jett’s laughter stopped as he realized what Vinnie said. “What? What’s going on?”

“They’re here.”

Jett scanned the park for you before finding you on the other end from them, chatting with your friends.

“What is Y/n doing here? I didn’t know they skated.”

“They don’t, which is why it caught me off guard.” Vinnie replied. “You think they’re here for me?”

Jett shook his head. “No, I think they’re here to protest.”

Vinnie squinted his eyes in confusion before turning back to you. There, he saw you pick up a board and wave it around, chanting, “Save the whales!”

“Why at a skatepark?”

“Don’t ask me. I’m not the one protesting.” Jett snickered.

“Y/n laughed at me.”

“Then they’re not mad.”

“I wouldn’t exactly say that.”

Jett turned to his friend with a puzzled face. “Why do you say that?”

“Because, when I smiled at them, they just looked at me like I was some creep on the street.”

“Welp, then this is your chance,” said Jett. “Talk to them, explain what happened.”

Vinnie sighed, “What am I supposed to say? That I accidentally jizzed in my pants and had to leave before I made an ass out of myself?”

“Yep.”

Vinnie looked to Jett with shock. “You’re joking. Jett, I can’t do that.”

“Listen Vinnie, you are making a big deal out of nothing. All you have to do is walk up to Y/n, tell her the truth, say you’re sorry, and hope for the best. I mean, if anything…it was kind of a compliment to her, right? Trust me on this.”

Vinnie sat there and thought about it for a minute. Jett wasn’t completely wrong; it would be better to tell the truth than to not say anything and let what could be good relationship just wither and die. With that in mind, he pulled up his britches and walked over to you.

“Save the whales-“ you stopped your chanting, merely glaring at the boy in front of you. Your friends scoffed to themselves, turning to stare at Vinnie.

“Um, hey…Y/n.” He greeted, rubbing the back of his head.

“Hey…that’s all you can say?” You replied. “You haven’t called me, you haven’t texted me, you haven’t even left a voice message. What the hell, Vinnie?”

He stood there speechless, not knowing what else to say.

“Like, what the hell happened? That thing with Mac and then not shaking my dad’s hand, like…what?”

“I know, Y/n, and I’m so sorry.”

“Vinnie, I managed to fly to Seattle with you and spend a week with your family, and you can’t even spend one hour with mine? I thought you were different.”

“I am, Y/n. I promise you, I am.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes and crossing your arms. “You know what…I can’t do this here, Vinnie. We’re trying to save whales and…”

“Okay, sorry.”

Vinnie shoved his hands into his pockets as he turned and began to walk away. But something stopped him. Maybe it was the ounce of pride in his system or the fact that he didn’t wanna lose you, but something kept him from leaving. Then he did the unthinkable…

Swallowing his embarrassment, he turned back around and stepped towards you.

“I, um…I ejaculated in my pants.”

Your friends snorted behind you, trying to keep their laughter to themselves. You stared at him with a glimmer of amusement in your eyes. You tried so hard not to break out into a smile.

“We were, um…we were getting hot and it’s not every day I have someone as…hot…as you grinding on top of me, and I got a bit excited. Next thing I know, your parents come in and I’m sitting there with jizz in my pants.”

You pursed your lips as you turned to the side, trying to contain the fit of giggles begging to escape. Your friends on the other hand…they were nearly on the verge of pissing themselves.

“So, uh…sorry. Sorry.”

Vinnie cleared his throat and slowly treaded back to Jett.

You moved to face your friends, joining them in the laughing session.

“That was the most awkward thing ever.” One of your friends said. “But I’ll say this, he’s honest. There’s no way anyone could make that up.”

“Right?” You chuckled.

“I say you should you talk to him. He’s a good kid.” Your other friend added.

You smiled. “You think so?”

The two nodded.

“Okay.” You said, running towards Vinnie.

“Vinnie!” You called, gaining the boy’s attention.

He glanced over to Jett, who took this is as his signal to give you two a minute.

“You know, never once have I ever heard of something so weird,” you said, “but so adorable at the same time.”

Vinnie grinned, awkwardly shooting you a thumbs up. “What can I say, that’s all I am. Just a weird, yet adorable, person.”

You grabbed his hands, looking into his eyes. “Why didn’t you just tell me what happened? I totally would’ve understood.”

“I was just too embarrassed, and plus I didn’t know if you still even wanted me.”

“Vinnie, I could never not want you. I told you before, I really like you and I wouldn’t want to do anything to mess that up. You should never have to question that.”

He sighed, “I’m sorry for not coming to you sooner.”

“And I’m sorry for my friends. They’re still laughing about it.”

He smiled, bringing you closer into him. The two of you stared at each other, your faces inches away.

“I love you.” He said.

It caught you off guard a bit, granted you had only been seeing each other for a short time. But nonetheless, it still made you feel butterflies inside. Grinning you closed the gap between you two, bringing your lips together. It was so good to have his lips against yours, and vice versa. You pulled back, pressing your forehead against his.

“I love you too.”

[hollandsplanet]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 - 𝐓𝐇

summary: Your father made you fake your dead after he found out about your relationship with his biggest rival, mob bos Tom Holland. It's been 8 years since your 'dead' and you watch Tom going to visit your 'grave' ever since.

pair: female x reader

wc: 3.1k

an: and welcome to my first Tumblr post ever! hope y'all like it and you can also find me on wattpad: @/saraslqssi and instagram: @/hollandsplanet. also, i still don't really understand how this app works, so please don't blame me for the layout and stuff.

so: @peeterparkr for the GIF

(requests are v welcomed!)

| first person view - your pov |

I watched as Tom sat on my grave, for the 5673 time. Yes, I counted every time, every day. It had been 5673 days since I left him, 5673 days since my 'dead'. Well, in his eyes. It all began on november the 13th 2014..

november 13th 2014

It was a rainy day in the streets of London. I woke up first, as usual. I turned around the bed, feeling the mascular arms of my boyfriend around my waist, feeling save in his grip. As I finally turned around I was greaten by his gorgeous face which looked so peacefull asleep.

I knew how Tom always was stressed out all the time, angry, sad and exausted because of the mob he runned. So seeing him this calm and relaxed made myt heart melt. I admired his face for another 10 minutes before I planted a soft kiss on his sweet lips. As I backed away I saw a light smile slip into his my boyfriends lips before his eyes slightly opened.

He blinked a few times before he looked at me with a big smile on his lips. "God, i love waking up like this." he chuckled wrapping both his arms around me making me fall into him and giving me more kisses as we both laughed at his movements.

"We have to get up, you have a meeting at 8 today." I giggled unwrapping myself out of his grip. I got up as he sight and yawned causing me to yawn as well before we both burst out laughing again. "Why can't I just stay here in bed with you all day long?" he sighed again while hugging me back to bed and snuggling his head on my chest. "We both know that's not an option Tom." I hugged him back before i actually got out of bed this time.

"Come on sleepyhead, get up." I chuckled as i changed myself in his shirt and some sweetpeants. "Your wish is my command darling." he grinned as he got out as well. "Yeah, just like you told me the first time we met." I teased while playfully rolling my eyes, remembering that day.

"I was just being bossy, that's all. And please stop mentioning that day. I hate how i treated you back than." He scoffed making his way to the bathroom. "And how did you treath me than?" I asked knowing exactly what he ment. "Like you were just like everyone else. But your not, your perfect and special." He slightly yelled from the bathroom before he added "and my girlfriend!"

I smiled at the thought of that before also making my way to the bathroom, making myself ready for the day.

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| third person vieuw |

"Let her go John! She has nothing to do with this." Tom harshly said as he watched how his lovely girlfriend sat on her knees, being pulled looking up by her hair. "We both know she does, son. Henry will be happy with her, thanks to you." John replied while laughing and looking at the crying girl on the ground.

"Take me! I'll do everyhting your boss wants! He can even have the mob if he wants, just- don't take her." Tom yelled as he tried to stay strong while everyone in the room knew he was holding back his tears.

Harrison's and y/n's eyes widened at Tom's mention of giving away the mob. The mob was everything he basically worked for. Tom loved his mob like nobody else did. The mob was his life, altrough that's what everyone always thought.

John worked for mister Gray or, Henry Gray, your father, one of the most biggest and succesfault's mob owner but also Tom's biggest enemy. Y/n ran away from home when she was 20. To her, her father always was a mysterious man who almost never would come home. Her mother sadly died when the girl little was six, so she basically hasn't any good memories left of the woman she used to call mother.

When she ran away she got herself a job at an bar and bought herself a little cozy appartement with the mony she stole from her father. Her life was like that for almost three years, before she met Tom. He changed her whole life and yes, it was hard in the beginning but after a lot of yelling and fighting the two finally found love and warmth in each other.

Tom knew how much of a risk it was to give the girl his heart since he knew who her father was but couldn't push her away, how much he tried, he couldn't, he loved her way to much. But today, after the assisstant of his biggest enemy stormed in with a bunch of other men with guns pointed to their head he regretted it. He regretted putting the woman he loved in danger. He regretted starting this mob. He regretted taking her home with them in the first place.

"Hahaha Tom, do i really look that stupid?" John laughed and scoffed at what Tom just said about the mob. "Everyone in this room know's how much you love this little pathetic mob of yours. A simple girl like her won't change anything about it. So just tell me the truth, does she really has the dna or not?" John looked straight at me while i scoffed a little "asshole" under my breath.

After he didn't get a respond he picked up he's gun and pointed it at the girl who was still laying on the ground being in pain.

| Tom's pov |

"DON'T FUCKING HURT HER!" I yelled before i heared the gun that was pointed at the back of my head click, ready to fire it's bullet. "Oh sush Tom, i can do whatever i want with he-" John laughed before he got interrupted by Harrison who stood next to me, in the same potition as i was.

"ENOUGH!" I heared him yell before the sound of gunshot's followed. "Y/N!" was the last thing that escaped my mouth before everything went black.

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| back to your pov |

That day was the worst out of my life. I got shot and my father's men send me to the hospital. I don't know how they found out that day where i was or how i stayed at Tom's but they did. Since that day Tom thought i was dead. My father payed a nurse to tell them that i didn't survive.

Tom, Harrison and his girlfriend were also save and healthy but of course sad that i was 'gone'. I heared from my father's man that Tom didn't leave his house, only to visit my grave. It hurted me so incredibaly much to see Tom stand there every single day sad because of my dead but my father made it very clear what would happen if i ever made contact with any of them.

Every day since then i go see Tom, visiting my grave. My father doesn't know anything about this. Every time i go watch him, i tell him that i'm going for lunch and surprisnigly enough he believed that, ever single time. He's very busy with his own mob and it's not like he gaves a shit about me. I recently found out that there's something special in my dna and they apparently need it. That's why i also need to give blood, everyday.

It hurts like hell to see Tom everytime like that. Altrough he's strong and heartless most of the time, i sometimes catch a tear slip down on his cheek. Most of the time when he visit's the grave he stay's for an hour or two. So, today i got there again, at the same time as always, hiding behind some trees, to see him sitting down already. But this time, he was writing something.. A letter?

After he was done writing i catch a tear again. It was quiet a long time ago since i saw him cry again. Not long after i felt the hot tears on my face for the millionth time and as soon as he left i got up to the grave and picked up the flowers he brought and the letter he just wrote a minute ago. I smelled the flowers deep and chuckled before i sat down at my own grave and began reading the letter.

Dear y/n,

It's been 8 years today since I saw that beautifaul face of yours again. 8 years since i lost the love of my life. 8 yeard since i've made the biggest mistake of my life by letting you die.

I miss you so much love. I miss you so incredible much. I miss your bright smile. I miss your gorgeous face, your little nose, your sweet pink lips, your cute little freckless, your beautifaul eyes, your soft hair, you. I miss waking up next to you. I miss you playing around with Tessa. I miss seeing you happily cook in the kitchen. I miss our little trips to wherever we want while blasting our favourite songs in the car. I miss you so much princess, everyday more.

I know you probably don't know this but because of you i'm a better person. You were the only one who could easaly turn my lips into a smile. You were the only one who actually kept going with le, trying to make me happy while i pushed you away, every single time. But you still tried and i'm incredibly thankfull for that. I hope you know how much you mean to me y/n.

I miss you. I adore you. I love you.

I've never told you this before and I regret it so fucking much. I really saw a future in us. Me proposing to you, us having the perfect wedding and honeymoon. Our little y/n's and tommy's running around with Tessa in our dream house. But uffortunately things turned out the other way and all this became a perfect dream. I know I actually never told you this but before I met you I always felt awefull. I had nightmares, every night. I don't know how or why i had them but i just did. They suddenly stopped the first night you slept with me. I was so happy and lucky to have you and to call you mine. But the day you left us, the day you left me, they started again. But this time they were even more awefull. Ever since that day i couldn't stop having night mares about that day. I couldn't stop seeing your painfull face in my dreams. I wake up every night, my heart beating out of my chest and my cheeks filled with tears. I still have them, after 8 years. I tried going to a psygologe and tried talking to other people about it but nothing worked. And i hate that my only vivide memorie of you is of the one day you left me. But of course God isn't a magician.

I started following my passion, like you always told me to. I started chasing my dreams of becoming an actor and you for sure won't believe me if you were here but i'm a succesfull actor now. I got the big roll of spiderman, couple years ago and everyone on this world now practically knows me.

Anyways, enought about me, how are you doing? Everything good in heaven? I hope you made some awesome friends and maybe, who knows, a good boyfriend? Me at the other hand isn't doing so well in the love life haha. It's pretty hard to find someone who isn't you, you know?

Sam and Harry are trying for years to find someone new for me but i just simply don't want anyone else.

I miss you love, i know you were the one, your the love of my life.

I love you.

sincere,

your husband boyfriend

Thomas

What did i do? I made Tom so depressed for so many years, letting him think he lost the love of his life. I'm a monster, i toke loveness from him. I'm horrible.

I ly'd down by the grave, holding the roses, reading the letter over and over again while tears felt on the paper. until..

"y/n?" I heard a male voice from behind me. I turned around only to be met with those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes i hadn't see for years.

"Tom.." I shockily said, standing up with the bouquete flowers and letter still in my hands. This was the first time i've seen Tom this vivide again, the first time i've been this close to the love of my life since 8 years.

His eyes we're unbelievebly red. His cheeks we're so wet that I swear, a mosquito could drown in it. At this point i actually get how much i've missen this person. I swear I could fall back crying like a baby so hard right now. "I- I- I" we're the only words that escaped my mouth.

I wasn't thinking straight and I think he wasn't as well because he suddenly gave me a hug. And no, it wasn't just a hug, this hug was incredible. It felt like it opened so much emotions at once. I could hear him sober after a while hugging me really tight and before I knew it the sobering of both of us were in max volume.

After a while we calmed down and he was the one to let go of me. He didn't say anything and neither was I. He just held both my shoulders, like he was telling me to not go away this time. We both just looked in each other's eyes and didn't say a word.

This moment felt like age's which it probably also was. After a few minutes of just stating he suddenly let go of me. "What? How? I don't get it." He said sniffing his nose with the end of his suit, looking down. "I have so many question, but the most important one, why?" He quietly asked, slowly looking up to meet my eyes again.

Oh no he thought I just suddenly let him because I wanted to, I can see it in eyes, the fear he was holding back was all written in his eyes.

"No, no that's not it." I tried telling him but he just looked blankly at the ground. "I didn't left you behind tom." I tried to say, as calm as I could but he just kept staring at the ground, wiping his tear away this time.

"Tom." I sighed, sniffing and taking his hands while he seemed to be shocked by my touch. He finally looked at me and I tried my fucking best to make my lips smile, but it was way more difficult then I thought.

He suddenly took his hands out of mine, turned around and made his way back to where he came from. "Tom!" I tried to yell his name while running after him but he didn't listen. "TOM!" I yelled, but again, he kept on walking.

"I LOVE YOU." I yelled stopping with running after him. There it is, i said it. I came against my biggest fear. I told Tom that I loved him. For the first time i told him what I had to keep for myself these entire 9 years.

He suddenly stopped and it looked like he just.. froze? The rain suddenly started to pout harder, it just felt like a sad break up movie..

He slowly turned around as he finally faced me again. "Wha- what?" He asked as if he didn't know it already, what an dumbass. "I- I love you." I said, thinking about what I just said, I knew that what I said was true, there was no reason to keep lying to him, he knew to much already.

I started to slowest walk towards him as the rain was still pouting on our heads, as if we were showering, just like we used to do together..

"I love you. I didn't want this to happen, ever. I'm not the one who choose this life Tom. My dad forced me, they payed the nurses to tell you that I was dead. I cried, I cried so much because I wouldn't be able to be with you anymore. I cried because I thought I'd may never face you again. I cried because I hated my father so hard for doing this to me. Believe me, if there was something I could've done to go back to you without hurting you or the others i would've done it a long time ago. Tom, I love you, you would be the last person I would wanna leave." I explained to the love of my life.

"y'n-" Tom began, although the much rain I still could see the tears going down on his face. "I read the lett-" I interrupted him but before I could finish my sentence he interrupted me by kissing me so fucking hard.

I swear to god, the kiss was at least 3 minutes before we pulled out to both get some air. But as soon as we pulled out he grabbed me again and cuddled me again, again so fucking hard. "Tom- your hurting me." I tried to explain as I felt his grip loosen a bit but still tight around me, which I didn't care about anymore.

He turned to face me again but his arms were still wrapped around me. "I love you to." He whispered looking from my right eye, to my left eye, to my lips and that over and over again. "I know." I chuckled. "I read the letter, like I was trying to explain sooner." I smiled seeing he was still doing his rhythm before pulling him in and kissing his wet lips again..

[elysianslove]

hi !! i am in love w ur writing omg <33 can i req hcs of miya twins && suna w a crush who is in the girls ( or manager of the boys team if u only do gn!reader hcs ) vball team of inarizaki and they share the same bus or sumn when theyre traveling to another school ? thank u <3

hi hi hi!!! thank you so much <333 and i write fem!reader, hehe, so i made her part of the girls vbc! i hope you like these <3

miya atsumu 

i firmly believe none of the hq boys would be picky about the girl they’re dating. like yeah they all say certain traits they want but when it really comes down to it and they are dating you, they won’t be upset if you don’t fit certain previous criteria of theirs 

that being said, tsumu would absolutely lose his shit if his girlfriend also happened to be a volleyball player like he’d be convinced it’s fate or something

like he wouldn’t crush on you because of volleyball, he just thought you were a really pretty girl he’d constantly see in the halls and stuff 

and listen! he really was planning on asking you out

except asking a girl out has never been so nerve-wracking. like he’s never, ever felt this nervous about it?? and he’d keep chickening out every time he saw you

fast forward to you guys having to travel to another prefecture for a game, and it just so happens that the boys’ basketball team also had a game out of town. between the teachers and coaches, they decided since both the boys and the girls’ volleyball teams were going to the same prefecture, you’d just take the bus and make due 

the bus isn’t small, but y’all are a lot, so it’s a bit of a mess when you’re climbing on 

somehow, someway, you find yourself sitting next to miya atsumu 

pls he will never stop talking about how you two were meant to be after omg 

imagine his shock when he looks up from his phone and he sees you sitting next to him his brain literally goes ???!!@#$#&^$#&%(&

you just smile at him sweetly and say, “i hope it’s okay that i sat here. there’s not really anywhere else.” 

he can’t really speak. no like he really can’t. he’s. starstruck? just completely gone. you’re just so pretty and now he gets to sit next to you for the entire ride? he’s thanking everything holy

samu smacks him on the head because he still hasn’t replied to you and you’re starting to look a little saddened 

“uh, yeah, yeah, s’fine, yeah.” i’m telling y’all he’s secretly a complete dork. 

at first he doesn’t really know what to say, he just knows that he really wants to talk to you, like badly, and finally his brain catches up to him and he asks you about volleyball. you two spend nearly the entire ride talking about the sport

his heart would not stop beating insanely fast the entire time 

so y’all arrive, and you’re about to head off to the girls’ gymnasium when he stops you. you’re kind confused but you don’t stop him bc !!! hello !!! attractive !!! and kind !!! and interesting !!!

and omg you don’t think you’ve ever seen miya atsumu flustered before, and apparently neither has his brother or his friends because they’re in the back just snickering to each other

and finally, he manages to ask, “do you like, wanna hang out? soon? tomorrow?” 

it makes you giggle how red his cheeks are 

the relief that floods him when you say yes is unbelievable 

he wishes you good luck with your game with a kiss on the cheek that shocks everyone because what a contrast to the person he was literally a minute ago 

just v briefly: y’all are THE couple. you know what i’m talking about right? imagine just him being at your games and cheering you on the loudest, kissing you fully on the mouth after disregarding any rules in place, or the opposite, of you cheering him on his games and just jumping at him even though he’s really sweaty and hugging him so tight with your legs wrapped around his waist

no please don’t think about going to the gym with tsumu, where he makes you cling onto shirtless him as he’s doing pull ups and you kiss him every time he lowers himself, or practicing volleyball with tsumu, where he’ll serve a ball onto your ass and have you chase him around the gymnasium until he lets you jump onto him and you both fall on the ground

and no! don’t you dare consider practicing serves with him and it being a competition until you’re both so spent and breathlessly lying on the cold ground next to each other or how proud he is every time he sees you finally achieve something you’ve been trying really hard to perfect —

good bye 🏃🏻‍♀️

miya osamu

okay different from atsumu, osamu knew you were a volleyball player, and he realized he had a crush on after watching you play once 

your gymnasium, the girls’, was up for inspection but you had a game against another school so you’d borrowed the boys’. the whole boys team decided to stay and watch and holy shit was he impressed. your team won by a landslide, and it was clear the rest of his team was also impressed by the way they were all speaking about you

after that, you kinda stood out to him more? like, before he wouldn’t really notice you, but now anytime you were around or he heard your name or you were mentioned or he heard your voice he would kind of perk up and his heart would beat a little fast 

he was like fuck 😃🔪

you didn’t really share classes with him so it wasn’t too difficult to avoid you until his little crush had wavered 

yeah until god himself seated you right across from him on the bus while both your teams were on their way to a different school. it’s not that there wasn’t a bus, the coaches were just lazy and decided to combine you both since you were headed the same way anyways 

the entire time he wouldn’t stop staring at you while you chatted with your friends and with some of the boys from his team. you just seemed so. magical. he hated it. why were you so perfect

atsumu was asleep for half the ride so he only made fun of him for the other half. it was v humiliating. 0/10

he thought he had been soooo slick lmfao 😹

he was not

samu’s generally a slick guy but. not right now he wasn’t. not with his crush he isn’t

so when everyone steps off the bus and he’s like stretching out his limbs from being seated for really long, he feels someone tap on his shoulder, so he spins around and sees you and honest to god his blood runs cold

you had a really sheepish smile on your face like you were ready to embarrass him and when you said, “hey i noticed you staring,” on god he wanted to die.

but then you noticed his pale face and quickly went, “no, no, i think it’s very flattering! and i’m hoping it means i get to take you out?” 

cue tsumu’s cheering in the back he is so obnoxious bhjdbcdbjc

samu’s mouth is moving but his brain isn’t really working he just likes to thank god that he said yes and didn’t say anything else 

this time, you wish him luck with a kiss on the cheek and he really hates how his entire body is just heating up right now so on the outside it looks like he’s not enjoying this in the least, but trust, his heart says others

that was the most nervous you’ve ever been but he doesn’t need to know that 

on the bus ride back he invites you to sit next to him in the back, and you’re both a little shy about it all but you make conversation and somehow it ends up with him telling you he loves to cook, which leads to the promise that he’ll cook for you one day

it’s a very sweet conversation where you’re both really excited but you’re also a little nervous about it all

again, briefly: if we’re going with you being a wing spiker like him, then training with samu is so fun. he loves to toss the balls up higher and higher knowing you can’t reach them, until one day you shock him and the ball goes smack on the other side of the court and damn he just fell in love all over again.

tsumu practices with you two sometimes and nine times out of ten he’ll make samu think he’s tossing to him then toss to you instead. 

you’d think he’d be quiet and calm while he watches you play? absolutely not he is the loudest. it’s okay you luv him <3

omgomgomg meeting up with samu after both your after school practices are over and you just walking home alone in the quiet and you’re both munching on some snacks and it’s so serene and your hand is in his and you’re swinging your arms playfully and it’s just so

sigh 

remember that promise he made to cook for you? every weekend without fail, since he usually wakes up before you, he makes you breakfast, leaves his home, and wakes you up with a little box of your favorites. the tradition never falters. every weekend you wake up to his beaming face with a steaming box of breakfast. husband material 

suna rinatarō

with suna, you two briefly knew each other

you shared class with him, and sat quite near him so you were like sort of acquainted with each other. i feel like suna’s not too big on speaking with strangers not because he’s introverted but because he just doesn’t wanna waste his time

he does speak to you from time to time though, mainly just to ask about class or homework or exams 

he didn’t know you were on the girl’s volleyball team though, so when you walked onto the bus, and he spotted you, he was really confused. when you spotted him back and waved at him with a bright smile his brain went uh oh

and then you walked closer to where he sat and his brain went UH OH

and then you asked to sit next to him because you’re all the girls are scattered everywhere and aside from them he’s the only one you know here so he just shrugs and goes yeah sure 

his brain is going uhohuhohuhoh repeatedly though he’s just exceptionally good at not showing it 

you don’t really talk as everyone settles down, each of you is busy looking down at your phones, but when the bus starts moving, suna takes out his headphones and 

he offers one to you 

vdhjsdshfkwhhesajkdhksf

ok im good 

you’re a little taken aback but you accept. the entire ride you two don’t talk, you just listen to music together, and occasionally he hands you his phone to choose a song, and somehow, in the middle of all this, your head fell on his shoulder and his head rested on yours and it was really comfortable and good god does he have a crush on you

when you take out your phone and open instagram/snapchat and start messing with the filters, taking snaps of him and making faces with him, and he gets to hear and feel your little laughs he realizes yeah, maybe he does have a tiny crush on you 

tiny 

minuscule

you skip away from him after stepping off the bus with a yell of good luck. he makes time after his game to go watch yours and he is thoroughly impressed by your skill. decides maybe it is not as minuscule as he thought.

the boys are on the bus before the girls, so when you walk in, he waves you over and points at his headphones, which makes you laugh a little and rush over to him. this time, he doesn’t wait for the bus to start moving before he hands you one earbud, and just like before, your head rests on his shoulder throughout 

middle of the ride, he opens the notes app, and types, ‘you’re really cute,’ while showing you the screen 

you take the phone from him and type back, ‘you’re really pretty.’ 

and then a conversation carries like this until he just straight up goes, ‘wanna go out with me?’ 

this time, you don’t take the phone from him. instead, you sit up a little, press a kiss to his cheek and whisper, “yes.” 

it only shocked him a little a lot

as soon as you’d said that, he relaxes a bit, and as you’re going to rest your head on his shoulder, he brings an arm around you, hugging you closer to him i am going to Scream

briefly: please, imagine just how encouraging it is for suna to see you in the stands at any of his games like it just gives him that necessary boost  and whenever he wins he just cups your face and kisses you so passionately yet serenely and there’s that small smile hidden in the kiss only you can feel and tell of

or just imagine you and suna relaxing after a long day of practice in a bath together or you completely drained snuggled in bed as you lazily and sleepily pillow talk 

or oh my god, suna coming before a game and helping you do your hair in a braid or anything that will keep it out of your face because he has a little sister and he’s just so good at it and all the girls are fawning over how he’s sitting on the bench with you kneeling between his legs and he’s just working diligently at your hair and once he’s done he just gives your head a little pat before leaning over and kissing your cheek like “all done babe good luck” 

or suna watching smugly as you absolutely destroy your opponents or if you ever play with the boys how you never go easy on them and he just 

heart eyes <3

end note; im sobbing im this 🤏🏼 close to losing my mind why are they not REAL 

[hopeswriting]

HI BABE 💛 v interested in God, Please, Not Again, Beware the now Loved Child, Child, Come Back to Me (I’m the only Mercy Left for you to Find), Civilain Tsuna & Mafia Everyone Else, don't you dare die for us, and Now who the FUCK caused the apocalypse this time?! for the WIP game <3333 (you can answer as little or as many of them tho!) (also, can I just say I am OBSESSED with your naming skills. I love every single title you come up with 💞)

babe, thanks so much for indulging me in this, you're the best. *kisses you lovingly on the forehead* 👄 ❤ and of course thank you for the ask. <3

God, Please, Not Again

[Plain text: “God, Please, Not Again” in bold. /End PT]

this one is basically another daily life arc version arco! the premise of it is, what if the arco do have to grow back to their adult body like normal people like in canon, instead of the popular fanon trope where verde finds a way to speed up that growth? that plus the fanon trope where they have to stick together because it makes their growth smoother, because i needed them to actually stay around each other and in namimori lol.

i still decided on a faster growth rate tho, but only of one year of growth per month, and the idea is to follow the arco around until they all grow back to their original age pre-curse. so the fic is mostly slice of life with a lot of humor and chaos, with a side of vongola tenth gen, and also more serious/angsty moments where the arco connect/reconnect with each other and get some closure from the curse.

here’s the summary:

In their dreams, the Arcobaleno are free from the Curse and immediately get back their adult body. In reality, the universe flips them off one last time, and they have to grow back to adulthood all over again.

The Arcobaleno flip it off right back, and they’ll be damned if they don’t make it everyone else’s problem too.

Beware the now Loved Child

[Plain text: “Beware the now Loved Child” in bold. /End PT]

i was actually so excited about this one when i started it!! but then it grew in length in a way i wasn’t expecting it, and i lost motivation for it when i got stuck in one scene on top of that, and it’s been some time now i didn’t touch it. :( i still totally plan to finish it eventually tho!

anyway the fic focuses on the khr kids, lambo, i-pin and fuuta, and their relationship with tsuna. it retells the events from canon (kokuyo arc, varia arc, future arc) from their pov, tho it’s canon divergent in the way where i make them have a more active part in the story by exploring more just what it means that they’re all mafia kids.

here’s the summary:

Tsuna-nii has loved them first out of the whole world, and they could never love him back enough for that. (But oh, they try. Never let it be said they don’t.)

Tsuna-nii may think he knows how much they love him—including their hidden ways to love him—, but he doesn’t. Tsuna-nii can never know, he’s so kind, cares so much, they can’t ever do that to him. (What if he loves them less because of it?)

Or, unloved mafia children are all but too common, and the ones lucky enough to find love don’t make the mistake to take it for granted.

Child, Come Back to Me (I’m the only Mercy Left for you to Find)

[Plain text: “Child, Come Back to Me (I’m the only Mercy Left for you to Find)” in bold. /End PT]

this is a skull-centric fic exploring his relationship with death as he discovers his immortality. it’s very introspective and angsty, and i haven’t decided yet if i’ll give it a happy ending of sorts, but probably not. maybe the arco will have a cameo too, but i haven’t decided on that either.

the summary is a poem from Nathaniel Orion G. K., because it single-handedly inspired this fic lol:

“You don’t get to die

and be reborn the same.

You come back,

but you come back wrong.

This is the price you pay

for resurrection.”

Civilain Tsuna & Mafia Everyone Else

[Plain text: “Civilain Tsuna & Mafia Everyone Else” in bold. /End PT]

i actually don’t even have a summary for this one lol, tho i did start writing it, but i have very little for it as of now. that said, if i should give it an actual title, it’d be something like “a very normal week in sawada tsunayoshi’s life” *wink wink*.

it was inspired by a prompt i saw here that was about a civilian protagonist and their superheroes buddies or something. the idea is that tsuna never ever came close to being mafia, but he still finds his way to be close friends with the vongola tenth gen who are very much all mafia lol. oh yeah, it’s tyl too!

so basically they’re kind of just a fixture of tusna’s daily life, popping up at their unspoken designated time, and tsuna does not comment about the mafia-related chaos they bring with them (even if it’s mostly assassination on his life lol).

don't you dare die for us

[Plain text: “don't you dare die for us” in bold and lower case. /End PT]

ahhhh, i think this one will actually do good once i get it out!! now if only i could get myself to finish writing it zsdfchgsd. 😭😂

it’s a skull & arco fic, where just before they get cursed, skull runs in front of the arco à la colonnello to protect them from it. because of something something (still undecided lol), turns out he’s able to sustain all the pacifiers by himself, but thankfully for the arco the process takes time, because they have none of that. they make kawahira sends them back in skull’s past so they can warn him not to be a dumbass, and hopefully come back to the present where he decided against being one. and yes, even if it means they end up cursed.

it’s not like they were treating skull right tho, and as far as skull is concerned they don’t give a shit about him, and it’s kind of a speedrun redemption arc for the arco, but in skull’s past with a skull that isn’t really theirs, and also that’ll affect their relationship with their skull in the present. or something zsdfghjgf.

here’s the summary:

The light shines down on them, and as Colonnello runs forward to save Lal, Skull runs faster to save all of them. He does, but the Arcobaleno have a lot to say to that.

If it means time-traveling into his timeline to retroactively knock some sense into him, then so be it.

Now who the FUCK caused the apocalypse this time?!

[Plain text: “Now who the FUCK caused the apocalypse this time?!” in bold, with the word “Fuck” in all caps. /End PT]

this one is SO dumb but i love it so much!! it was inspired by a writing prompt i saw here too, but became something else entirely. and despite what the title might lead you to believe, almost no one actually gives a shit about the apocalypse going on or about stopping it, not when they’re too busy being a dick to each other lmao.

i took the khr cast and separated them into (time) travelers, immortals and ghosts/glitches, also mixing the canon groups with each other because i wanted to see what fun, rare interactions i’d be able to write like that, and they’re just running around trying not to kill each other or actively trying to kill each other. and ignoring the apocalypse as they do, but thankfully for most, some of them can be responsible in the face of the literal end of the world lol.

this one is just time-travel fuckery and crack and humor, but also they do all like and care for each other under all the insults and hostility, so there’s some friendship/family vibes too.

here’s the summary:

In which stopping the recurrent apocalypses barely manages to make the travelers, immortals and ghosts play nice with each other, but then again, neither of them can make sure they have the last word if the world ends on them.

EDIT: (zedfcghf thank you, i’m actually very proud of most of them too 💕💕)

[ask game]

[whumpzone]

Tomas and Rowe - Part 16

in which everyone has a bad time. except kasia. he's having fun

Masterpost

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CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, force feeding, stress positions, references to mouth whump and burns

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Rowe took to repeating the affirmations every day, whispering them past the newly empty gaps in his gums. When he did them, he could forget for a little while that he was going to die in his cell. At least he could die as something. He wouldn’t let Kasia turn him into an empty husk.

I have worth.

I don’t deserve pain.

I’m a person.

He was careful, of course, to lock them away when Kasia visited. He tried not to associate them with pain; he said them every day when he woke up, not when he was freshly hurting. He didn’t want to ever, ever, say them in front of Kasia.

He knew if he did it would just get him another beating, but they were his. They were precious. They were a relic of Master that Kasia couldn’t corrupt.

He just had to keep his stupid mouth shut when it mattered.

For the first time since his arrival here, Rowe spent a whole day alone. The hours ticked by as he started to see shapes in the floor, and wondered if Kasia would ever return. Was this it? Had he got bored already? Would Rowe be left to die and rot after less than a week, his capture so recent he could still feel Master’s hands in his?

In reality it only meant that when Kasia did come back the next day, Rowe despised himself for the brief flash of relief. The man he was at the mercy of had returned to torture him another day.

Kasia had brought more chains, and restraints, always in his duffle bag, and Rowe had quickly learnt to shrink away at the mere sight of it. Rowe stayed curled up on the floor as he entered, eyeing him like a kicked dog.

“Did you miss me, pup?”

“Please,” he replied hoarsely. “Please give me f-food. Please.”

Rowe would never have dared beg with his first Master. But he had always known that he would be fed, eventually, once he had learnt his lesson. And of course, he’d never needed to beg Master Tomas. But here, there weren’t any rules. Nothing was guaranteed. So fuck it, he might as well try to prolong his life.

“Today’s your lucky day. I actually brought something. You’ll have to earn it, though. No getting on my fucking nerves, yeah?”

You’re the one who chooses to come here, Rowe thought despairingly.

“Okay, okay, just please-“

“Didn’t you just hear me?” Kasia kicked him in the stomach and Rowe moaned. He nodded, wincing as the burns on his neck pressed together.

“Arms up, come on.”

. . .

Tomas had made it from the shower to the downstairs sofa, and he was content with that. Not proud, no, proud would imply he was happy with himself in some way, but at least he wasn’t completely catatonic today. Luca had texted saying to answer the door if it rang, and a part of Tomas still wanted to impress him, despite it all. So he had showered and brushed the last of the blood from his hair. God, how many days had it been?

A small movement on the floor caught his eye. A spider, out of reach, too far to feasibly get him. He felt acutely aware of his own apathy then, as instead of shrieking or running away, he just stared.

The chance of the spider hurting him was practically zero. And yet he was still afraid. Afraid of it crawling over his skin, afraid that it might come near him in the night when he was asleep and vulnerable, and although he knew deep down that it wouldn’t, there was always the possibility of it deciding to run up his leg at any given moment. Even being near it made him afraid.

He thought of Rowe. He felt like he understood something. He sighed.

Luca arrived not half an hour later, banging on the door and shouting for Tomas as if nothing was wrong.

“Hey! It’s me- don’t leave me outside on this cold night. I’m only an orphan boy.”

Tomas pulled the door open. He couldn’t smile, but seeing Luca felt like the weight in his stomach was lifted slightly.

“It’s not cold. And you’re not an orphan.”

“I am happy to see you, though,” Luca said calmly. He was holding a basket, its contents hidden under a teatowel. “I brought you a pull-yourself-together hamper. Some ready meals, dry shampoo, fruit, and stuff. And the teatowel. ‘Cause why not.”

Already Tomas could feel Luca’s warmth seeping into him. He put a hand over his mouth and nodded. “Than- thanks, thank you, you know you don’t owe me anything-“

“I know, handsome lad. But the thought of Rowe being kidnapped is- god, it’s awful. Don’t worry, I’m here of my own free will. Sometimes you just need someone else in the house.”

Tomas let him inside, feeling guilty about the mess, then feeling guilty because he was the one who allowed it to accumulate.

“Let’s open a window,” Luca suggested, and Tomas sloped over. “Want me to get that spider?”

He shook his head, trying uselessly to hide his face. “It’s fine, it’s fine, you can let it stay, I’m sorry I don’t know why I’m-“

His own voice cracking cut him off but he pressed on.

“I’m fine, I really am.”

“You’re not. It’s okay.”

“Just- how- how the fuck did I let this happen. How did I not, I mean, I trusted him this whole- whole time and now it’s all gone wrong and-“

He sat heavily on the floor, leaning his face into the side of the sofa, not blinking, not seeing. He breathed out and time seemed to slow.

Luca’s hand rested on his shoulder, a gentle pressure to his fingers.

“What’s done is done. You can’t help Rowe by falling apart, and you definitely can’t help yourself like that either. It’s, ah, it’s hard. It’s really hard. But you can collapse and cry and disintegrate when Rowe is back, I promise. Do you know where Kasia lives?”

Tomas nodded. “I haven’t even thought about that. I can’t believe myself.”

“Hey, no falling apart okay?” Luca’s tone was firm, and it made Tomas pull his head up, to look at him. His hair, braided in two chunky plaits, hung asymmetrically, one past his collarbone and one down his back. His eyeliner was winged like the letter V, drawn out in a point that came sharply back over his eyelid. Pretty. “That’s good to know, though. You could catch him on his way in or out, try to strike up a deal, I don’t know. I’ve not exactly had any experience with kidnappings either.”

“Yeah, it’s fucking stupid isn’t it. This whole situation is stupid. Fuck.”

Luca just looked at him, a sad smile ghosting over his face.

“I just can’t stop thinking about all the things that might be happening,” Tomas confessed. “He’s unhinged, he really is. He’s sick. And he’s got Rowe and the police don’t care, no one cares.”

“I care. You care.”

Tomas didn’t reply and the words hung over them. Two people caring wasn’t much. But, he supposed, it was better than nothing.

. . .

Rowe’s arms would dislocate, they would they absolutely would, Kasia was setting him up to dislocate both his god damn shoulders or arms or whatever. Rowe could hardly tell where the pain was located, it felt like it was everywhere, burning through his like a fire burns a taut string.

The food- dog food, but still edible, still something- sat before him, emptied on the floor, and from where Rowe knelt he should’ve been able to lean and eat easily. But Kasia had his arms bound and tied to the bars of the cage door, pulling them back and turning any movement into agony. Not only was he bent out of shape, but the burns along his shoulders were irritated awfully. He was sure his skin would burst open any second.

It had been twenty minutes at most, and already he was exhausted. Sweat rolled down him, dripping off his nose. He could hardly breathe.

Kasia’s heavy boot pressed down on the crown of his head, and his moan quickly became a scream of pain.

“No, no please!”

“I thought you were hungry. I’m helping.”

The pressure doubled, forcing Rowe’s face closer to the dog food, until he was close enough to open his mouth and take a bite. Disgust flooded him, and it only increased when he chewed. He swallowed past the collar, his throat pressing uncomfortably against it, and oh god, it felt so good, it was food in his belly, he was thankful for it despite everything. Kasia seemed satisfied and released his boot, sending Rowe’s head springing back to relieve the pressure on his shoulders. The skin near his burns had ripped and were bleeding, but nothing was dislocated.

“You’re definitely still hungry. How about another bite?”

Before Rowe could speak, Kasia had grabbed a fistful of hair, shoving him down, the sudden pull on his arms a thousand times worse than before, worse than anything, the pain was clouding his mind and he couldn’t think of anything but the barest, most built-in responses.

He screamed.

Spit flew from his mouth. Kasia kept pressing, his fingers curling tighter together, and the burning on Rowe’s scalp joined the rest of his body. His fingers were surely purple with how hard Kasia had tied them. Rowe had lost all feeling beyond his wrists.

“Please!”

Kasia ignored him.

“Please, st-stop, please M-M-Master Tomas help me-“

“He’s not fucking coming you stupid dog,” Kasia growled and pulled Rowe’s face all the way down, cracking his chin against the concrete, a deep shooting pain through his face and remaining teeth. He moaned. More skin tore along his shoulders. “No one’s coming to save you.”

A kick sent him lurching to the side, twisting his body until he was sprawled with his back to the floor, staring up at his bound hands, which were a mixture of blue and purple and were not moving at all.

He turned his head to see Kasia grabbing a fistful of the dog food from the floor and stepping over him.

“Mouth open.” Rowe complied and Kasia smiled mockingly. “Good boy.”

The dog food was shoved in, packing against the walls of his mouth, Kasia’s fingers prodding his gums, and it took everything not to vomit. His stomach heaved but nothing came. All he could do was be a good boy, and eat.

“Tomas isn’t your Master. He’s not coming.”

Present tense, thought Rowe as his eyes watered from the taste. He’s not dead.

. . .

Tomas couldn’t stop his legs from shaking as he stood on Kasia’s street, his hands tucked under his armpits for warmth. Yeah, the shaking was definitely just from the cold. Sure.

By the time Kasia appeared, it was night. He stalked down the street, stumbling slightly, and Tomas realised he was drunk. If he hadn’t had a reason to be there, he would have walked away right now, and fast.

When Kasia got close enough, Tomas stepped out of the shadows, forcing Kasia to stop and fix him with a glare.

“Give him back.”

“Or what?” he asked flatly, as if this meeting was no surprise. “Hah, you look like shit Tomas.”

“Give him fucking back, what do you want for him, money? You’re torturing a human being you sick fuck.”

“I’m having some fun with a Pet,” Kasia smiled. “And if you start whining like this I will just kill him.”

Tomas stiffened. “You wouldn’t.”

“You so sure about that?”

“Let him go.”

“No,” Kasia pushed him once and Tomas stumbled back, hitting a wall. He blinked and Kasia’s face was pressed up in front of his. He stank of booze and cigarettes. “Fuck off or I’ll kill him. I’ll hurt him worse to make up for this, too.”

“No, fuck no just leave him fucking alone-“

Kasia swung once, but mercifully something made him miss. Carelessness, the alcohol, perhaps just the assumption that Tomas was too pathetic to move out of the way. His fist cracked against the wall and as he shouted in pain Tomas considered kicking him between the legs, spitting on him, whatever. But Rowe’s life was at stake so, like the coward he was, he ran into the night, Kasia shouting taunts behind him.

Luca looked up when he pushed through the door, panting. He’d run the entire way. Luca stayed silent; the look on Tomas’s face was telling enough.

“I’m a fucking failure,” he whispered, and started to cry.