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drabblesandimagines · 11 months ago

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Crash

Leon Kennedy x female reader, established relationship

The sidewalk feels cold beneath your thighs as you stare blankly into your lap, your breaths heavy, struggling through a tight chest. You’re sat cross-legged, like a child - the nice, elderly lady had encouraged you to sit down, said you were looking pale. She’d definitely meant for you to take a seat on the bench a few steps away, but you’d just dropped, seemingly forgetting how to get from standing to sitting in any sort of graceful manner.

She’d smiled sympathetically then, offered you some candy from the bottom of her purse – kept a stash in there for her grandchildren - said you needed sugar for the shock. But you’d shook your head, feeling sick at the notion of eating anything. She asked if there was anyone she could call whilst waiting for the first responders.

You’d put your hand in your jacket pocket for your phone at her question – relieved it’s in one piece, not smashed up like the hunk of metal just out of eyeshot. You don’t remember calling Leon’s number, but you must have because now your phone’s up against your ear.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He answers after only four rings, though his voice is hushed - maybe ducked out of the room to answer. “Can I call you back in 20? Just wrapping up something here.”

“I-crashed-the-car.” You blurt out, the words running into one another. It’s not technically true, you were crashed into but this seems easier for now.

“What?” His volume amps way up and your stomach twists with the change, unsure of the implications – is he mad? Upset?

You were borrowing his car. Yours was in the garage, the brake discs needed replaced and would take a couple of days to get the parts in. You’d planned to take city transport but Leon insisted you take his car - arguing it was winter, that it gets dark so early and the idea of you walking to and from the bus stop on your own isn’t one he wants to entertain. You don’t live in a terrible neighbourhood, but you don’t have to be for monsters to be roaming the streets, after all. Plus, it made sense for him to ride his bike to HQ whilst you borrowed his SUV and he wouldn’t have to worry, have one less thing on his plate… ..or so had been the idea. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?”

“I’m so sorry,” you don’t even take in his questions, really. “They came out of nowhere and…“ Your breath hitches in your throat, a sob building up and threatening to overflow.

“Baby,” his tone is firm, “are you hurt?”

You can hear his shoes slapping against the floor as he begins to run, though it sounds too hard a sole for his boots... No, that’s right, he went out in a suit this morning – leather jacket on top, motorcycle helmet tucked under his arm, still made the whole ensemble look good albeit it being mismatched.

“No…” That’s not true - there’s blood, and it has to be yours, but you feel numb of any sort of pain. “I don’t know.“ Your voice cracks again. “That’s okay,” he soothes, barging through a door with his shoulder. “We’ll work it out.” Nearly takes a woman out the other side with how hard the door slams against the wall, mutters half an apology as he darts around her. “Are you still in the car?” You turn to look at Leon’s black SUV laying on its side, the under carriage on full display – not the way a car should be. The driver’s side is against the concrete. You’d climbed out the passenger side, somehow, having to fight gravity itself to get the door to open, clambered up and over the leather seats. Should you have done that, or should you have stayed put? You’d just wanted out from the metal box – the windscreen was a spiderweb of cracks, creaking like it would explode in shards at any moment. “N-no, I’m on the sidewalk.”

“Okay, good. Ambulance on its way?” He’s reached the elevator, mashes the down button like it will make it accelerate to his floor any faster than usual. He feels awful that he’s interrogating you, but his training has kicked in - gather as much intel as possible – and he needs the facts.

“Yeah. Police too.” A few cars had stopped after. Someone said they were calling 911, another saying they got some of the license plate, the old lady and her purse full of candy. The other car drove off, tyres burnt with how fast they fled the scene.

“Good. That’s good, sweetheart. You’re going to be okay. Can you tell me where you are? What street you’re on?”

“Erm…” You look round, but in the shock nothing looks familiar, though it must be a route you’d driven down hundreds of times before. “I was on the way home from work, so, I’m, erm…”

“That’s all right.” He can hear the tightness in your voice, knows you’re not thinking clearly and so he changes tact. “Is anyone nearby that you could ask?” He hits the elevator button again, swears it’s been on floor 12 for far longer than necessary. Come on.

The elderly lady comes back to mind – she must’ve stepped back to give you privacy when you’d pulled your phone out. “There’s someone.”

“Great. Can you ask them where you are?”

“Yeah…” You pull the phone down from your ear, looking around to find she’s not gone far at all, hovering a few metres away. “Excuse me, where are we? Sorry.” The apology slips out, feeling more of a nuisance to her than you’d already been.

“16th Street, dearie.” She smiles, keeps her tone gentle. “Just near Jack’s Groceries.”

The elevator finally arrives – empty - and Leon positions himself between the doors, aware that his reception might drop when he starts to head down to the garage and he can’t leave you on a dial tone.

“Thank you.” You force a smile in return, hold the phone back up to your ear. “16th Street, near the grocery store, Jack’s - it’s the one with those chips you like?”

He smiles at that – it’s not your usual place to shop, but you go there sometimes to pick them up for him ‘just cos’. “I’m on my way, sweetheart. Can you call or text me if you go anywhere else?”

“Y-yeah.” You take another shuddering breath, dig your nails into the palm of your hand. “Thank you. I’m so sorry.”

He steps into the elevator fully, double taps the button for the garage before assaulting another to close the doors. He hopes no-one tries to grab it on the way down, cos he won’t be able to hide his irritation.

“Nothing to apologize for. Everything’s going to be okay. I love you, baby.”

“Love you too.”

“See you soon.”

He hears the beep, signaling the call is cut off and takes a grounding breath, though his foot taps impatiently as the elevator continues to descend. He scrolls down his contacts, thumb poised to dial as soon as the doors open again.

“Leon,” Hunnigan sounds surprised to receive his call, probably cos he’s in the same building as her and usually swung by the office if he was after something. “To wha-“

“I need a car.” He cuts across her, heading over to where the company vehicles are kept. “Any car - I’m in the garage already.”

“Right. Why?” He feels a smidge of relief when he hears her begin to type.

“Please - just give me anything. I don’t care what, I just need to go.”

There’s the clunk of a lock down the line of vehicles, a black estate vehicle’s lights flashing. “Bay C3. Keys in the sun visor as usual. Tell me later.”

“I will. Thank you.”

Leon drives a little faster than he should, but it still feels like hours until he reaches his destination. There’s a couple of cop cars blocking one of the lanes, red and blues flashing, an officer stood diverting traffic around the closure and another manning the perimeter. He pulls up behind the cars and hops out, scanning for you.

There’s an ambulance parked up in the lane and his heart skips a beat when he sees you sat on the steps, a cop on one side, a paramedic waiting behind in the wings. There’s one of those silver foil emergency blankets draped around your shoulders and you look so goddamn small.

He starts to jog over, intent on getting to your side as soon as possible, when the cop manning the perimeter sidesteps in front of him, holding his hands up to get him to stop.

“Sir, I need you to stay ba-“

Leon flashes his ID in his face – it’s not something he likes to do and so he rarely does it, but he doesn’t have time to put on the charm. “Agent Leon Kennedy. That’s my girlfriend over there – I need to get through.”

The cop steps back and Leon feels weirdly grateful for once for the DSO.

As he gets closer, his eyes narrow at the fact that they’re making you blow into a breathalyzer. He clenches his fist then - you’re bleeding and they’re accusing you of drink-driving?! He wants to give them what for, but then he sees the way you’re shaking and knows him storming into the scene ready to blow is not going to help, especially with how apologetic you’d been on the phone.

He forces himself to stop a moment and breathes deeply again. You’re shook up, but you’re in one piece, conscious and that’s the most important thing.

“Thank you, ma’am.” The officer nods, noting down the reading as Leon walks over, catching the tail-end of the conversation. “Nothing to worry about there. I’ll just go update the control room – it won’t be long.”

“Leon,” you stand abruptly at the sight of him as the cop steps off to the side and the foil blanket slips off your shoulders, gauze taped on multiple parts of your arms. You’re trembling. “I’m so sorry.”

“Come here,” Leon wraps his arms around you, coaxing you into his chest. He wants to squeeze tight, to confirm what he’s seen with his eyes, that you’re real and whole, but he doesn’t want to aggravate any injuries so he’s careful, pressing a kiss to your crown. “Don’t apologise, sweetheart. I’m just so glad you’re okay.”

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.” You’re not, but maybe if you say it to Leon it’ll make it real. There’s a horrible burning sensation in your chest. You want to cry, but not here, not in front of everyone.

“Sorry, ma’am, can I get you to take a seat again?” The paramedic interrupts, emergency blanket back in hand. “I won’t be long, sir. I just need to check a couple more things.”

“No, of course.” He presses another kiss to your forehead and guides you back to the steps, encouraging you to sit and takes the blanket from the paramedic’s hand to drape back over you. “I’ll be right over there, okay? I’m just gonna go have a word with the officer.”

“Okay, yeah.”

He steps aside so the paramedic can move in and waits for the officer to come off the radio, approaching and offering his hand. “Leon Kennedy. I’m her boyfriend.”

“I gathered.” He shakes it. “Officer Jacobs. It was your car she was driving?”

“Mm-hm.” He keeps half an eye on you as he sees the paramedic shine a flashlight in your eyes, getting you to follow his finger. “What happened?”

The cop consults his notepad, flipping through his notes. “A witness stated another SUV-type vehicle went through the red light at some speed. Said it had been driving erratically for a while, so I’m figuring drunk-driver. T-boned, sent your SUV spinning and flipped onto its side after it collided with the lamp-post. The other vehicle stopped for five seconds or so, then gunned it. I’ve got dispatch sending a description out for the highway patrols. Partial registration but it’s gonna have damage, I’m sure, so should be easy to spot if it’s still in transit.”

Leon swallows, taking all the information in.

“How lucky do you think she was?”

“Truthfully,” the cop scratches his day-old stubble, looking between the SUV and you, “I think if she’d been in a different car than that, we’d be having a very different and difficult conversation right now.”

Leon’s fists clench. He’s encountered unspeakable horrors too often in his time, but the idea that some drunken jerk could just get behind the wheel and end your life is more terrifying than anything he’s ever faced. His thoughts swirl down a dangerous drain - wonders if Hunnigan can grab the partial registration from the cops, run it through her software and find the culprit, or trawl the CCTV cameras for a screengrab. He’d show up at their door, or maybe wait for them in the parking lot, revving his own engine, scare them the way they’ve traumatized you and-

“Sir?”

The thought extinguishes as he realizes the cop is offering him a slip of paper.

“Case number. We’ve got her details and we’ll be in touch if we hear anything, but just in case either of you want to follow anything up.”

“Got it.” He nods, taking it and popping it into his wallet. “Thanks.”

Leon wants to take you straight home – he’s got a substantial first aid kit there that’ll do the trick on the cuts that need stitching – but, honestly, you need a proper check-up and only the emergency room will do.

You’d required a few stitches from where you’d been caught by the glass from the driver’s window and bruises had started to develop, specially from where the seatbelt had jerked at the impact, but the overall prognosis was positive – you’d be sore for a few weeks, that was for sure, but armed with some painkillers and some rest, you’d be fine.

Leon doesn’t think he’s ever driven quite so carefully the way he drove to and from the emergency room. Not that will help against other assholes on the road, but he’ll be damned if he does anything that means he has to slam on the brakes and give you a fright. You’ve been silent most of the time – silent on the drive, silent in the waiting room, answering the doctor’s questions in a quiet, unsure voice, and then silent again on the drive home. He’d placed a cautious hand on your knee, squeezing it in reassurance, meaning to draw it away but you’d placed your hand on top of it, looping your fingers through his.

He pulls into the parking lot, gives your hand one last squeeze and hops out, dashing around so he can help you out the vehicle. Leon can read you like a book, he knows you’re holding it together until you get inside – you know you are too.

The elevator is mercifully sat on the ground floor when the two of you enter the lobby and Leon keeps you close as you ride up to the 12th floor and the safety of the apartment.

“Can we sit?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Whatever you want.” He sits down on the sofa first and you drop yourself down onto his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. It’s only a second before you burrow your head under his chin and, with a heaving breath, finally let out a proper sob - releasing everything you’ve held in for the last few hours. You feel stupid, annoyed, frightened, sore, relieved – too many emotions to keep track of.

He wraps his arms around you in turn, pressing a long kiss to your temple, tears burning at his own eyes.

In that moment, it hits Leon in the gut that he doesn’t know what he’d do without you, what he would have done if you hadn’t come home that night. If he’d have to come back to the apartment and not find your shoes kicked off at the door at the end of the long day, the glass with the lipstick smear on the rim near the sink from the water you’d gulp down greedily whilst making dinner. It’s not like he takes you for granted by any means. He feels lucky every morning when he gets to wake up next to you in bed, and every night when he climbs back in, wrapping his arms around you. He’ll never let the two of you go to sleep or part ways if you’ve had harsh words or a full blown argument as all couples do, not with the risk his line of work brings, the threat that he could be called away in the middle of the night and have to bid goodbye to a turned back.

He rubs his hand gently up and down your back then, tears silently rolling down his face as he takes you all in, relishes your warmth as he cradles you in his lap.

“I’m so sorry.” You hiccup, your sobs eventually ceasing into sniffles, but still you kept your face pressed into his chest, seeking the comfort of his smell – the faint cologne and natural musk that was so uniquely Leon.

“You did nothing wrong, you hear me?” He mumbles into your crown. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“Is the car a complete write-off?”

“Don’t know, don’t care.” He gently lifts your left hand, presses a kiss across your knuckles. “I love you, baby. So much.”

“Love you too.”

The day after the next – he negotiated a personal day to spend doting on you, breakfast in bed, cuddles on the sofa, takeaway for dinner – Leon goes out and buys a ring.

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anantaru · 1 year ago

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DAY 24 — BRAT TAMING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — kazuha, alhaitham

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, brat taming, they're mean lmao, petnames used: love, smart girl, oral (male! receiving), cockwarming

𖧡 — KAZUHA

coruscating with a hot prickle underneath your cheeks and your arousal oozing out of you, kazuha wastes no time before he pulls your mouth back into his lower area with your lips open wide to receive his pulsating cock again— more so feel it stick and melt to your tongue so sinfully as you drag the roughness of your wet muscle against the underside of his dick, tickling the buzzing veins.

"i— ah, hardly notice anything," kazuha admits bluntly and chuckles as his fingers comp over the back of your head, "you need to try harder, i fear," what a distinguished way your boyfriend had with words, which, in any other case he does but not now, not when he was attempting to teach you a lesson.

and you reach in between his thighs at his blatant sentence, to properly take his balls in your warm palm— giving him two good squeezes as he instantly swallows back a groan at the harsh treatment you added onto him, being aware that he was exceptionally sensitive right there.

well, granted, this entire ordeal was placed on you for a reason— because sometimes you just cannot help yourself but be a little, mean brat to your handsome boyfriend, until his habitual and subdued personality gets spiked up with a dangerous notion affiliated with lust, desire, and the clear thought of putting you in your place.

"maybe if you, fuck— wouldn't have been so mean, my love," kazuha pauses, roughly curving his palms against your cheeks so he could softly brush his thumbs over the skin, breathing out a whispery moan when he could feel himself shallowly slip in and out of your hot mouth, "i wouldn't have to use such words on you."

you whine in attempt to spell out a witty comeback but are only being crowded with his fat tip grazing over the back of your throat— you hiccup and babble, perceiving him entirely, his slightly bitter taste penetrating your nostrils as your body grew to smell like his luscious fragrance.

kazuha shifts in his seat a little before pushing his hips up your flexed throat to catch you off guard— yet, little does he realize at last, when he fucks your throat and uses your mouth as he pleases, with your saliva and his pre dribbling all over your chin and his boxers, that in reality, you will never stop engaging in this sort of play and be all about the drama, so perfect when you act like a little brat, so kazuha could use your mouth again, no need to urge you on for anything when you're practically salivating at the taste of his salty cum on your tongue.

𖧡 — ALHAITHAM

"don't flatter yourself too much, i'm not even fully hard yet,"

whenever you were acting out— attempting to push and pull against alhaitham's usual stoic and unbothered demeanor, you are most likely defeated right away, yet do not be mistaken because, the moment you do achieve to, quote on quote, step onto the wrong tile, he almost needs to profess the power he held over you.

you take a sharp intake of air before exhaling it out with a tremble the moment he first sinks into you— although much to your surprise, he wouldn't move, he wouldn't even kiss you, only focusing on your sizzling hole swallowing him in like a wet suction pulling on his shaft.

"hey!" you whine, before slipping your hands around his neck so you could kiss him yourself, only to be met with alhaitham quickly turning his head so you'd clumsily hit his ear instead, "w-what's up with you?"

it's in a juncture like this where everything suddenly comes crashing down on your complete frame and holds you hostage against your will, the split second you can remember it in a spur of a moment, vividly, when you were oh so graciously disturbing his peace earlier, just because you felt like it.

"i'm not moving tonight," he proclaims, a little aloof and standoffish but holding your gaze with unapproachable eyes before he repeatedly slaps the plush flesh of your ass, making you squeak out.

"you do it yourself," alhaitham wasn't really interested in a heart-wrecking apology from you, truthfully, he had already planned out and structured how this night would end, obviously in his favor because you cannot beat him— he stops when you're begging him, full of brimming tears, to make you please please cum because you just cannot hold it in anymore!

"i can't," you attempt to move your hips but are being met with one large hand pinning you back down the mattress.

alhaitham was torturing you, that's what it was, at least in your eyes, and you dig into his scalp and ruffle his hair, aiming to make him kiss you again (and failing) before scraping your nails around his ears, where he was a little sensitive, yet not even that worked out so you ultimately go down to his neck— your lips curved up into a sweet and apologetic pout, hoping he'd show mercy tonight.

"okay, i'm sorry, i went to far, i'm sorry sorry sorry.." you mewl out in a frantic exhale, the heaviness of his throbbing erection melting within your walls was maddening, and it hurt, a mild pain battering your pulsing cunt as your pussy flutters greedily around his girth, wishing to chance his mind.

alhaitham noticed how you were glistening all over his dick, he feels how your cunt squeezes him experimentally too, but it's more than just wanting you to please him tonight and make it about him, which in actuality, the scribe didn't give a single damn about his pleasure— but it's about obedience, just how it's found in dogs following their owner, and instead of using words, he uses his thick cock stretching you out until you're whining and loosing all of your witty responses, both of you fusing and becoming one.

but that agonizingly sizzling tension in between your squished bodies, ugh, it was surrounding you, your soul and mind, it was beginning to simply steal your breath away.

"but you're such a smart girl, right? always having a comeback to everything, so try harder."

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solivagantingrebel · 1 year ago

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Soap who falls in love hard and fast.

Soap who believes in love wholeheartedly to the point that he does everything he can to make any relationship he's in work even at his own expense. Soap who has to face disappointment at the end each time knowing he gave it his everything and it still didn't work out.

Soap who grapples with the reality that just because he does everything he can doesn't mean things were meant to be that way. Soap who slowly gets disillusioned by the notion of love. Soap who thinks that maybe they were right, maybe he did get hurt more because he wore his heart on his sleeve and dove into relationships with his bare chest like a lovesick eejit. Soap who decides that he needs to stop acting like one.

Soap who shoves his feelings aside to focus on other things in his life. Soap who focuses on building things that are tangible and long lasting. Soap who cherishes that his career, finance and family don't make his efforts look wasted. Soap who convinces himself that it's enough. Soap who tries to convince himself that he's changed.

Soap who catches himself spiralling down that hard and fast pit again around a certain Lieutenant. Soap who panics and tries to ignore his feelings. Soap who deeply represses. Soap who keeps his distance. Soap who backs off when he's told to, gives space when Ghost needs it, doesn't flinch when he puts up walls thicker than steel between them.

Soap who digs through what's given to him anyway because he hasn't truly changed, his feelings have never disappeared. Soap who is terrified of finding himself at the start of the cycle he knows the end all too well of.

Soap who prays again after years of not doing so, to a God he hasn't spoken to in a while. Soap who is hoping and begging for things to be different this time. Soap who wants Ghost to be the exception to every experience he's had in his life so far.

Soap who tries to convince himself that if he can do things differently, things will end differently. Soap who can't help but be himself.

Soap who falls in love hard and fast.

Soap who gets addicted to his smile whenever he gets to see it. Soap who discreetly stifles his laughs at his dumb little jokes. Soap who sees how much he cares despite his reluctance to directly admit it. Soap who starts loving and trusting him regardless.

Soap who decides that, if he is meant to crash and burn from the start, loving Ghost wholeheartedly is a damn good reason to be a martyr anyway.

#i dont know if this makes sense but i #brainrot!#ghostsoap #ghoap #words #my writing #i was thinking about cycles & the existential crisis of. you can't help being yourself #yaknow #normal 5 am thoughts #theyre in love though does that count #my contribution for now before i finish the only angst piece #drabble

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seramilla · 8 months ago

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I ended up binging all your posts about Vaggie being related to the Carmine's and ended up having a dream about all the wedding prep, including Carmilla actually meeting Charlie and thanking her for loving and helping Vaggie heal and grow from her time as an exorcist

I'm sorry, but this gave me ideas, so have some fluff instead of angst on this goddamn page for once.

Charlie Morningstar paces back and forth outside Carmine Industries for several minutes before she even thinks about touching the buzzer. A myriad of thoughts race through her mind as she steels herself for what she came here to do. Vaggie is distracted, back at the hotel helping Alastor with some kind of workshop or other for their guests. She has at least an hour until her presence is needed again -- plenty of time, she hopes, for a meeting with Carmilla Carmine.

Ultimately, it's not her who buzzes herself in, but one of the other Carmine girls. Charlie literally falls over in surprise as the metal door clanks open, but she manages to right herself before face-planting on the concrete outside. Odette, if memory serves, is standing there with a confused expression on her face, cocking an eyebrow at her and turning her head 30 degrees like a curious puppy. Charlie clears her throat, blushing profusely at her almost-fumble.

"Od-Odette! Hello! Did I get that right? Um, yeah, hi! I'm here to see Carm--Ms. Carmine. Is she home--at work--do you live or work here? I guess I don't know. I'm sorry, that's a dumb question, I just--!"

Odette chuckles. "She's here. Are you looking for an audience with her?"

Charlie lets out the breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding. "Yes! Ma'am! Yes, ma'am! Oh, I'm sorry, do you mind if I call you ma'am? Is that weird? Should I call you something else?"

Odette chuckles again. "Odette is fine. No need for any formalities, your highness. You know you're welcome here. Follow me."

"Thank you so much! I'm coming!"

Charlie talks Odette's ears off the entire time they're walking toward Carmilla's office. Up a huge flight of stairs, around a corner, and all the way down a long hallway, Odette is given a crash course on all the current events happening at the Hazbin Hotel. She could probably give a lecture on the topic, given how good Charlie has gotten at really drilling home all the highlights of her redemption program.

When they finally stop in front of Carmilla's office, Odette gives Charlie's hand a firm shake, saying, "It's been a pleasure, Miss Morningstar. Now I must return to my tasks for the day." Then, without another word, she's gone again.

Charlie pauses at the ornate door leading to Carmilla's office. It's tall, and imposing. She's the princess of Hell, goddamn it! Something like this should be super simple for a daughter of Lucifer Morningstar!

Shaking all her misgivings out of her head, she says to herself, "Right! Let's do this!" before knocking firmly on the door three times. After a moment, a muffled yet prominent, "Come in!" reaches her from the other side. Taking another deep breath, Charlie opens the door, and steps inside.

Carmilla Carmine is at her desk, working away at a stack of files and papers that are practically as tall as Charlie is. Other stacks, she assumes the finished ones, are scattered in boxes around the floor at Carmilla's feet. Charlie doesn't even begin to know where to look -- the office is so busy. Instead, she ignores it, and smiles at Carmilla when the other woman's gaze meets hers.

"Charlotte!" Carmilla says, a happy lilt to her voice. She immediately stands and greets the princess with open arms. One of the privileges of dating the daughter of Carmilla Carmine is she's often privy to the woman's more maternal side. A notion that is quite welcome, as far as Charlie is concerned. It's nice, feeling that kind of maternal love again -- it's been so absent from her own life since her mother...left all those years ago.

"It's so nice to see you, Charlotte. Please, have a seat. What do I owe the pleasure of your company today?"

Carmilla gestures Charlie over to the plush couches on the opposite side of her office. The furniture has been upgraded since the last time she's been here. Charlie obliges and takes a seat. Carmilla joins her.

Charlie debates whether to break through her own misgivings with small talk, but decides better of it. She came here with a purpose today; she only has so much time before she's needed back at the hotel, so she decides to just get to the business at hand.

"Well," Charlie starts, immediately fumbling all the words she'd so diligently practiced earlier. That's so like her. But she won't be deterred! She grips the fabric of her pants tightly in both fists and continues.

"As you know, Vaggie and I are coming up on our 5-year anniversary in a few months. It's a big milestone for us, and I wanted to do something really special for her..."

Charlie pauses, waiting to see if Carmilla will interject. The older woman is as poised and stoic as ever, waiting patiently for Charlie to continue. Charlie wishes she could better gauge what the woman is thinking at the moment...but it can't be helped. Charlie's not a mind reader. Nowhere else to go now, but forward!

"...Anyway...um...what I came here to do today was...uhh...oh, fuck, why is this so hard?"

"Take a breath, Charlotte. It's okay."

That definitely is not helping Charlie's nervousness at all, being reminded to breathe, like she doesn't have two perfectly capable lungs, all her own. Carmilla is still looking at her with that face, like everything is fine. How does she know it's fine? She doesn't even know what Charlie's going to say!

Breathe, Charlie!

"God, okay. Hoooo boy. Carmilla. I came here today to ask...to tell you...that I love Vaggie very much. More than anything in the world. My life was not complete until she literally fell into it, and every day since then has been more rich, more fulfilling, and more full of joy than I can ever put into words. I'm telling you this because I'm going to...I want your blessing when I... I'mgoingtoaskhertomarrymeandIwantyoutotellmeit'sokay! Okay?"

The last part comes out of Charlie's mouth in a flurry of words. She lets out a sigh of relief, thankful she was able to get it out. She hopes Carmilla had understood her. Thankfully, the sparkle in Carmilla's eyes tells her that she has, and so much more. Before she can even protest, Carmilla pulls Charlie into a hug that's so tight, her spine nearly bows from the force of it.

Shit, this overlord's strength is nothing to sneeze at.

"You don't need my permission, Charlotte," Carmilla says, squeezing Charlie even harder around the waist. Charlie squeaks.

"I...I don't?"

"Of course not. You're already family. And Vaggie's a big girl. She can make her own decisions. But if you want my blessing...then of course you have it. I can never repay you for protecting her, loving, her, and watching over her when I couldn't. I would love nothing more than to welcome you into our family...officially."

"You, too!" Charlie says, not wanting to diminish the other woman's contribution to Vaggie's healing process. "Also, I almost asked my dad if he would do it, but...I want you to be the one to walk her down the aisle, if she says yes! I know she would want that!"

Carmilla can't hide the fact that she's the one crying now. Charlie sees her trying to hide the tears behind the hand in front of her face, but the cracks are breaking around the older woman's facade like a dam trying to overrun its banks. She smiles at Charlie, and nods.

"Of course I will. I would love nothing more than to give my girl away to you."

Charlie can't wait for the day she can pop the question to the love of her life. She's already bought the ring, got the date planned with Asmodeus, and booked an opulent night full of food, dancing, and every other pleasantry the Lust ring has to offer. She vows to make it the best night of Vaggie's life, second only to their wedding day, if she accepts Charlie's proposal.

Beyond that, all Charlie can see is happiness. She never dreamed as much for herself. But it's so close, she can almost grasp it. She leaves Carmilla's that day feeling more light and airy than she has in a while, and more full of conviction that she has the strength to see this through.

She deserves it. Vaggie deserves it. Carmilla deserves it. Her heart is so full of love and raw tenderness, she could practically burst.

#hazbin hotel #charlie morningstar #vaggie #carmilla carmine #odette hazbin hotel #chaggie #ask #anon #fan theories #lucifer morningstar #helluva boss #asmodeus helluva boss #vaggie carmilla related au

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jinxsleftmiddlefinger · 22 days ago

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timebomb highschool au

(part 11)

(masterlist) (read on ao3)

description: timebomb highschool au pretty much sums it up lol. there’s also canon storylines (vander death, vi conflict etc.) but translated into a modern context

note: sorry this one took a little longer ur girl is struggling 💔💔 thank you to anyone still reading this ilyyy!!!! I think I might try to wrap it up in the next two chapters but we’ll see where it goes lmao (not edited so bare with me here)

Jinx is scared. Her heart is hammering in her chest and her face feels red hot. She shouldn’t be scared; it’s not even that big of a deal.

It’s just, Ekko isn’t even technically her boyfriend yet, maybe he doesn’t even really like her. And she’s scared for him to meet Silco and Sevika, for them to meet him. To meet her non-boyfriend.

The voices are loud today, and it’s only making her feel worse and worse. She can’t let him see how fucked up in the head she is on top of everything else.

She’s been getting ready for much too long now, staring at the mirror like her appearance is going to change. Silco keeps calling for her to come downstairs, but she’s frozen, studying every aspect of her face, of her hair. Like it’s going to get any better.

It doesn’t matter. It’s just dinner. She’s looked worse, right?

Jinx smiles at herself in the mirror and immediately drops it when she realizes how much she looks like a maniac. She is not going to make it through the night.

“Jinx!” Silco calls again. “Do you want to be late?”

She ignores him in favour of running her hands through her again.

“Jinx!”

“That’s me.” She whispers to herself before standing, grabbing her small purse and making the walk downstairs.

The restaurant is fancy; Silco will only ever eat out if it’s at a fancy restaurant. A run down diner would have been just peachy, but no, she instead must dress up for some high end place downtown. She spent way too much time pondering what was too causal and what was too fancy. An embarrassing amount of time.

Silco and Sevika are already in the car by the time she’s on the first floor, and Sevika’s revving the engine by the time she makes it outside, still sliding her boot on.

“I’m going, I’m going!” Jinx speed walks towards the car. “Impatient ogre.” She grumbles.

Jinx slides into the backseat, Silco in the passenger seat in front of her angrily gripping the wheel.

“There.” Silco says, sitting in a weirdly proper position. “We are all ready now.”

“Took her long enough.” Sevika steps on the gas pedal.

“This dinner was kind of on short notice.” The blue haired girl in the back seat crosses her arms.

“And whose fault is that?”

“It’s Silco’s, not mine!”

“Jinx,” Her adoptive father warns her for what seems like the millionth time today. “This dinner is going to be fine. And it will be good for you. Both you and the boy.”

“Are you planning something? I swear to god-“ Jinx huffs. “Listen, I appreciate the notion, but I just don’t trust that this gonna work out. Like I’ve already told you, me and him are not dating!”

“You were swapping spit behind the school like you were about to take your pants off.” Sevika comments, not even acknowledging the glare that Jinx gives her.

Silco simply nods in the drivers direction, a silent agreement.

“Ach! Come on, guys! I was not gonna have sex with him or something at the back of the school-“ Her arms flail around wildly.

“That does bring up the conversation, Jinx, that-“ Her adoptive father starts, turning to look at her from the passenger seat.

“Nope!” Jinx slaps her hands over her ears. “We are not doing this. Not again.”

“You are getting to the age-“ He tries again.

“Stop! Stop stop stop! Sevika, stop him!”

“Leave me out of this.” The driver rolls her eyes.

“You need to be safe, Jinx, and-“

“Crash the car! Sevika, crash the fucking car!” Jinx sticks her fingers in her ears.

“Oh really, Jinx,” Silco clicks his tongue, resigning from his mission defeatedly. “Be mature, please.”

She shakes her head, silently looking out the window. “Do not try to give Ekko the talk at dinner, please.” She shivers just imagining it. “If you love me at all, do not bring anything of the sort up.”

Sevika laughs dryly and the car goes quiet.

When they arrive at the restaurant, Jinx can see Ekko’s car already waiting in the parking lot. She can only recognize it slightly, considering Ekko usually took his skateboard to school. Seeing his car was a rare occurrence, but she had memorized the look of it enough to know it’s his.

She hops out of the car, smoothing out her skirt beneath her hands and shoving her phone into her pocket. Ekko gets out of his car at the same time. She almost wants to laugh at how he looks.

He looks terrified, and on top of it all, he’s wearing some dorky suit. She wanted to say that a suit at dinner was like a gaping wound in shark infested waters; Silco could smell weakness like a damn animal. She wanted to tell him he didn’t need to do all that, not for her. At the same time, she wants to grab him by the silly tie and kiss him stupid.

Alas, Sevika and Silco are third wheeling this not-date with her not-boyfriend. But a girl can dream, right?

“Hey.” Ekko says, and she smiles tightly.

“Hey.”

The 4 walk towards the restaurant in silence, Jinx standing beside Ekko, and Silco and Sevika walking in front of them.

“Are you nervous?” Jinx whispers to the boy beside her.

“Yeah.” He laughs anxiously. “Really nervous.”

“Can I let you in on a secret?” She looks at the ground. “I’m nervous too.”

He looks at her through the corner of his eye. “At least we’re in the same boat, huh?”

She trails here eyes from his brown ones to his lips and then back up again. Focus, Jinx. Focus.

“Yeah.” She shoves his shoulder lightly. “Except, I’d be more worried if I was you. Don’t fuck it up.” Her voice is light.

“I’ll try.” He shoves her back and she giggles. He gives her an odd look, one she can’t quite decipher. Adoration? Confusion? Want?

Jinx shakes her head to clear herself off all the thoughts. Her mind is whirring with desire and confusion and worry faster than she can even keep up.

The restaurant is exactly how she expected it to be; unbearably neat and clean and full of snobby people. It smells like cleaner and polished floors, and the classical music playing softly in the background makes her long for her headphones on max or the car speaker vibrating through her body.

“And so the fun begins.” Jinx mutters to herself as they walk towards their reserved table, her shoes clicking on the stupid fancy floors.

Of course Silco would choose a place like this to eat at. Of course.

Jinx slides into her seat and Ekko stiffly sits down beside her, putting his hands in his lap and holding his shoulders back like he’s made of ice. She tries to not show her amusement at his effort to impress Silco and Sevika.

“So, Ekko.” Silco says, folding his hands on the table like how he does at his principals desk. “How are you?”

“I’m good, thank you, sir.”

Jinx almost laughs at that one. She can see Sevika’s lips curling up at the stupidity of the interaction.

The waiter interrupts with a pitcher of water, pouring some in each of their glasses. Jinx chugs all her water while Sevika asks for wine and Silco stares at Ekko, who looks close to a breakdown.

After the waiter refills her cup and walks away, Jinx chugs the water again, whilst the lady across the table watches her with mild disgust.

“What?” She says, wiping off her mouth.

Sevika just raises an eyebrow.

“Ekko,” Silco starts. “I was looking at your grades, and-“

Jinx groans. “Don’t be weird. Why would you do that?”

“Jinx.” He says slowly.

“Sil-co.” She mocks. Her dad has never scared her.

The waiter returns with Sevika’s wine, and Jinx can feel the itch to grab it and chug that to. She could really use a drink right about know.

She glances over at Ekko, then back at the two adults at the the table. She doesn’t think she should leave him stranded here with them, but she also really needs to pee.

“Going to the washroom.” She informs the table, standing up.

Ekko looks at her with those beautiful big brown eyes, full of desperation. ‘Sorry.’ She mouths at him. She can already picture the interrogation Silco is going to perform in her absence.

The people sitting at the tables remind her of Vi’s annoying girlfriend; preppy and stuck up. Then she thinks of Vi, and her mind starts to scribble over any coherent thought. Jinx really hopes she’s not going it have an episode in the middle of this disgustingly shiny restaurant.

The bathroom is empty when she walks in. 5 stalls, wooden doors, high ceilings. A lot nicer than the school bathrooms, that’s for sure.

Once she’s left the stall, which has a toilet nicer than she knew a toilet could be, she goes over to the sinks to wash her hands. The soap smells like some kind of flowery perfume and the water even feels nicer than normal. She wonders if this is what someone like Caitlyn’s house would be like, what they would live in all the time. She can’t even imagine Vi living somewhere that looks this nice.

Jinx turns to leave, hurrying to be Ekko’s salvation from her slightly intimidating father. She almost walks right into someone coming into the bathroom door, grunting and stumbling back.

“Sorry.” She mutters, looking only at the heels of the woman in front of her.

“It’s okay, I should have been watching where I was going.” The woman replies, holding the door open for her.

Jinx freezes. Fuck. She recognizes that stupid accent, that annoyingly smug voice.

She locks eyes with her and can see the exact moment she recognizes her too.

“Jinx?” Caitlyn says, looking scared and angry at the same time.

“Caitlyn.” Jinx huffs, pushing past her, out the door. “Can’t you just-“ She stops, squeezing her eyes shut as her chest burns with anger.

Jinx walks away, farther and farther into the restaurant. She doesn’t have the energy to blow up at Caitlyn right now, the mental fortitude. She needs to be alone with the screams and scribbles behind her eyes; she can’t let other people see the crumbling stability her mind holds.

“Can’t you just fucking leave me alone?” She says to no one in particular. She’s alone in this part of the restaurant, the people at the tables sparse in this area. The bathroom is still too close, Caitlyn’s still too close.

And if Caitlyn’s close, that means Vi is…

Right there. Fuck. Pink hair is sitting at a table, facing away from her.

“Why did they have to be here?” She groans to herself, burying her hands in her hair and hiding behind a wall. Jinx is starting to feel grateful the restaurant is so big; there’s more walls to hide behind, more spaces to slip into.

She’ll need those hiding places now. Her mind is slipping away from her by the second.

The panic is seeping in, chipping away at the fragile peace she was holding. She knew today wasn’t going to be a good day, she just didn’t know it would be this bad. She never should have come here.

The bathroom door opens, and she turns to look from behind the wall. Caitlyn walks out, looking scared.

Seeing Caitlyn again only sets Jinx off more. She pulls her knees to her chest and buries her face, trying to breathe through it. She was never good at dealing with panic attacks, which was unfortunate, considering how often she would have them.

Jinx’s mind is too loud, too quiet, too much, too colourful. She can’t think. Every voice in her head is screaming on full volume, louder than even her speaker could drown out. She can’t think, she can’t see, she can’t feel.

And then suddenly, she can. A warm hand on her arm. A voice, one outside of her brain, one that’s not screeching; it’s warm like summer and soft like a plush carpet.

“Jinx?” It says. The hand shakes rouses her lightly. “Jinx, are you okay? Talk to me, please.” Even filled with desperation, the voice calms her.

Her vision clears, just a bit, of the colourful scribbles, of the mess. She can see who’s in front of her, who’s talking to her. Ekko.

Jinx almost wants to cry from relief.

“Jinx?” He says again. He’s kneeling beside. “Are you okay? Do you want me to get someone? Silco?”

“No,” She manages to gasp out, leaning into his feather light grip on her shoulder. “Just you.”

Her muddled mind and eyes clear more, and she can see his shining eyes, his furrowed brow. She wants to wipe the worried expression of his face.

She starts to breathe easier, staring at Ekko. Caitlyn and Vi don’t matter, not right now. She doesn’t have to worry about how she fucked up with her sister when she can just sit here, with this wonderful boy who she somehow hasn’t managed to jinx. At least not yet.

“Sorry.” Jinx’s voice sounds raspy and rough, even more than usual. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Ekko tilts his head. “Jinx, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

She breaths deeply, trying to balance herself out more. “I did…I’ve messed everything up, with everyone.” She hates how her voice breaks.

“No you haven’t.” He sits down beside her, leaning on the wall sheltering them from the outside world. “You haven’t messed it up with me, Jinx. And it’s not your fault, whatever happened.”

“But you barely know me.” She puts her head back on the wall. “I make everyone leave, run away…if you stay any longer, I’ll jinx you too. That’s how I got the stupid name, and I…I can’t do that to you.”

She can hear him breathe. She can feel his confusion, his worry.

“I…wasn’t born with the name Jinx.” She starts to explain. “I mean, that’d be stupid, but my old name isn’t much better. I used to be called Powder, way back when. And then…sweet ol’ Powder fucked up, and she started calling herself what she always had been, always will be; Jinx.”

Ekko tentatively moves his hand down from Jinx’s shoulder, putting his hand in hers. “You’re not a jinx. Everyone makes mistakes. And even if I haven’t known you very long…I know you’re a good person. You deserve good things. I promise.”

He looks at her so sincerely she can feel another piece of her battered, rotten heart break off.

“Oh.” Is all she can say.

His wide brown eyes stare into her blue ones. It almost feels like he’s looking into her soul.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Ekko.” Jinx bites her lip, desperately trying to find the will to look away.

“I don’t think you will.” His fingers curl tighter around hers. “And even if you do, I’d let you.” He laughs.

Jinx wants to kiss him so bad it hurts.

Their faces get closer and closer, noses almost touching. She pauses, resisting for a moment. “How’d you even get away from Silco and Sevika?”

“I came to look for you. You were gone for a while.” Ekko’s eyes flash from her lips back up to her eyes. “Are you good now?”

“Yeah.” She breathes. “Thanks.”

She moves forward, holding the back of his head with her hands, and locking his lips with hers. She really hopes this wall gives them enough privacy from the others in the restaurant, or else they’ll have to eat with a view of two teenagers passionately making out.

And even though Jinx’s rotten heart starts to feel fuller, her mind starts to feel clearer, there’s still a piece missing. Still something…not there. She wants to be with Ekko, but she doesn’t want to hurt him. She can’t. Despite what he says, she knows it’s inevitable.

So she savours this kiss like it’s the last. Kisses him as hard as she can, kisses him like it’s goodbye. She doesn’t think he notices that it is.

I’m sorry, Ekko. She thinks.

Once a jinx, always a jinx…

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lou-struck · 9 months ago

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The Smell of Denial

Eijirou Kirishima x reader

~ Kirishima's day takes an unexpected turn after his friends point out something that is obvious to everyone in the world except for two people.

W.C. 1.5k

a/n: a little bit of friends to lovers to end the night! This has been in my folder for far too long.

Eijirou Kirishima is plenty thankful for his job as a pro hero. But on days like today, where there are no distress calls, and his agency overbooked the number of heroes who need to go out on patrol, he feels extremely bored…

The wheels on his chair go round and round as he spins in little circles around his desk. For once, he is all caught up on paperwork. He looks over at Denki and Mina, but the two friends are deep in concentration. As much as he wants to, he probably shouldn't bug them right now.

With a sigh, he stops spinning and flops against the padded back of his chair in defeat. Just as he does he hears the light little chime of his cell phone. He lunges for this new distraction eagerly, and his shark-like teeth flash with an involuntary smile when he sees that his new message is from you.

His best friend.

You must be bored as well because you are flooding his inbox with dozens of funny little videos and memes that have him laughing out loud. Sometimes, he thinks that you know his sense of humor better than he does. When he gets to the end of your thread, he starts furiously scrolling, trying to find funny videos that will have you laughing till you cry as well.

“y/n texting you again?” Mina calls over from her desk. The Pink Haired Pro Hero has a knowing look on her face as she spins around in her office chair.

“It is.” He smiles, pressing send on a video of a guy who teaches his pet monkey with a pyrotechnic quirk how to light a firework. “Is it that obvious?”

“Totally.” She laughs crumpling up a bright pink sticky note and tossing it into the waste bin in the corner. “You are always smiling like an idiot when you are texting them.”

“Excuse me,” he scoffs, pretending to be offended by this completely true statement. “I happen to smile all the time.”

“Not like that, you don’t,” Denki laughs, “You’ve got it bad.”

The Crimson-haired pro hero furrows his brow, “ got what bad?” he does not understand why his two friends are looking at him like he just told them the Earth was flat.

“ Obviously, everybody knows that you are in love with them.” Mina grins, giving him a punch on the arm.

“Except for y/n, of course.” Denki chuckles. He sniffs the air and looks around, confused for a moment. “Hey, do you smell that?”

“Smell what?” Kirishima answers by sniffing the air, not picking up on anything unusual. He furrows his brow and tries to figure out how a strange smell in the office is more important than the notion that he has feelings for you.

“That, my friend, is the smell of denial. You reek of it. You better tell y/n how you feel before someone else decides to steal their heart.” He tries to lean back in his chair but ends up tipping over.

As the electric pro hits the floor, Kiri is too preoccupied to help him up.

Is he in love with you?

Eijirou Kirishima definitely is NOT in love with his best friend.

He is just standing outside your door with an armload of your favorite snacks because you told him that you had a rough day at work because he is a good friend.

He just happens to know all of your favorite snacks by heart because…

Because…

He’s Manly?

Right…

This extremely weak self-justification is exactly what he needs to bring himself to knock. Just seconds later, he hears a loud crash and a series of jumbled movements just beyond the door. Before he can react, you swing it open and greet him with a genuine yet kinda frazzled smile. Your skin has a wonderful natural glow to it that is enhanced by your bright eyes.

“Hey,” you breathe, opening the door wider for him to come inside.

“Hi,” he says, walking over the threshold like he has done thousands of times before. “What was that thud I heard back there?”

“Oh, that was just me,” you grin, shutting the door behind him. “Nothing serious, I promise.”

There is that smile again, why does his heart feel so strange. Did he have too much coffee today? It feels like it’s about to burst out of his chest. Although you tried to hide it, he can tell that this silence is awkward, and he has to bring himself back to reality. “I got snacks,” he offers, holding up the grocery bag as a peace offering to end this awkwardness.

“You’re wonderful,” you say, taking one of the bags. “I ordered us some takeout, fried chicken, okay?”

“You had me at meat,” he laughs, striding into your kitchen and setting the bags down on the counter. “So what happened today?”

“My Manager was on one again today. I swear, Kiri, A villain could crash through our window, and he would find some way to blame me for the damage.” You say with a groan, grabbing the ice cream he got you and tossing it into your freezer.

“Ouch. Do you want me to go down there? Show 'em who’s boss?” he says sarcastically, rolling up his sleeves and flexing his well-trained biceps.

“Nah, just having you here is enough,” you say with a warm smile. Your eyes trained on Krishima’s face with a dreamy intensity that has him fighting a blush. You blink and take a flustered step backward. Your eyes flicker down to his phone and zero in on the thin red line where his battery percentage lies.

“Dude…Charge your phone.” you tease, “ what if for some kind of world-ending emergency?”

He scuffs. “You know, I would’ve had a full battery. But someone kept sending me videos, and it completely drained my battery.”

“Oh, who would do such a thing?” You gasp sarcastically. “Come on, You can use my charger; it's in my room if you wanna plug it in.”

You turn and walk across the carpet, your bacon and egg-printed socks carrying you into your bedroom. As Kiri shuffles behind you at a polite distance, no

“What’s wrong?” you ask, taking in his furrowed brow.

“Something’s different,” he mutters, looking around your space, trying to pinpoint what exactly has changed.

“It’s my comforter,” you laugh, “I just got a new one.”

“Oh, looks nice,” he comments, setting his device on your bedside charger.

“It’s amazing,” you gush, “I have never slept better in my life.”

Have you always looked so adorable when you are excited about something?

“Oh really? I doubt it’s that comfy.” he challenges, raising a crimson brow.

“I’m serious-” you are interrupted by a knocking sound coming from the front door. Your lips curl up into an eager smile. “Oh yay, food here. I’ll go grab it but you have to at least try my comforter for a second.

Eijirou holds his hands up in surrender, earning a big grin from you as you run down the hall to greet the delivery person. As he hits the surface of your bed, he expects to bounce slightly, but instead, he sinks into the pillowy foam.

“Oh, this is soft,” he says aloud, readjusting his head against your pillow as he takes a deep breath in and relaxes deeper, feeling the stress of the day melt away. Closing his eyes, he smells something familiar. Its sweetness washes over him as if there is a weighted blanket covering him from head to toe.

He should move…

But he doesn't…

Held captive by the plush duvet under his ridiculously strong arms he stays breathing in that smell he just can’t seem to remember the name of. It dances teasingly just under his nose.

“Hey, are you really gonna fall asleep and leave me with all of this food?” You call from the doorway, freeing him from his trance.

He jolts up immediately, an embarrassed tint on his cheeks as he looks over at you. “Shoot, sorry.” He says, walking out of your bedroom, trying to hide the flush on his cheeks with his loose hair. “I guess that mattress pad or yours was a bit more comfortable than I thought.”

“I told you it was comfy.” you laugh as he walks past you; he is shoulder to shoulder with you when that familiar smell breaks through his curtain of crimson hair.

His heart starts beating wildly in his chest as he realizes that the puzzling smell that has ensnared him is your shampoo. “The scent of denial,” he mutters to himself.

“What was that?” you ask, cocking your head to the side adorably.

“N-nothing,” he says quickly, wondering how he is ever going to tell you how he feels. “Just thinking about something someone said to me at work earlier.”

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#my hero academia #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha eijiro kirishima #x reader #kirishima x reader #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima eijirou #kirishima #mha kirishima

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yennefer-of-vengerbergs · 6 months ago

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Elven Storm - Chapter 1 - The Nautiloid Crash

Well, here it is. My attempt at a longfic. Includes a whole lot of HCs, a lot of filling in the blanks, a lot of combined dialogue options and a mixture of all my Syanna runs so far, which I'm hoping will make up a nice canon for her and Astarion.

Series masterlist and general fic information can be found here

Chapter summary: Syanna wakes up on a Nautiloid ship, with no memories of who she is or how she ended up there. All she knows is that she needs to escape and find whoever did this to her. Perhaps she and those she finds along the way can help each other.

Read below or on AO3. Comments are appreciated so please feel free to leave them 💖

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Chapter 2 ->

The pod had opened.

The blood in her head thrummed and pounded.

Who she was, how she found herself amid hellish flames, all of it, obscured by an overwhelming loss of memory.

Everything was hidden to her, apart from a vague notion of her name.

Syanna.

Whoever that was.

She wanted, no, needed, the truth about herself, and she would claw it back if it came to it.

She cursed whoever was behind it all; however many they may have been, they would certainly meet her malice once she escaped.

Kill them. Pave a path made of their corpses.

She had to admit, killing certainly seemed like a good idea. Perhaps her very first.

Even so, if there was one thing that Syanna knew, it was that staying there would be dangerous. Too dangerous.

So, first, she would get out of wherever she was. Then, she would find a way to shed light on the dark matter of herself. But before any of that could happen, she would need to arm herself at the very least.

Magic. She had magic. She could feel it, tempestuous and crackling.

Still, it would have been advantageous to have a weapon as well. Who knew what she would run into on her way out of that wretched place.

Searching the room she was in, Syanna found a discarded dagger, alongside a shortsword.

Good. She would enjoy using them on whoever was behind this mess.

A little further ahead there was a discarded longbow, alongside a quiver filled with arrows.

Perfect. Raining arrows on whoever caused this would bring her great satisfaction.

Picking those up and equipping them, she set off, fueled by both her desire to escape, as well as the anger and determination she felt, only stopping occasionally to look through whatever belongings and slates that had been discarded or thrown about, hoping to find something, anything that might give her the smallest hint about herself.

No such luck. The only information she had found consisted of the histories of the world, of humans, elves, dwarves and many others, even illithid, all of them flashing in her mind as she picked up and examined the eldritch tablets they had been inscribed onto.

The more peculiar discovery however, proved to be a brain, still in its owner’s sawed open skull. A psionic presence from within it spoke to Syanna, beckoning, asking her to save it from that place.

The body twitched, the exposed brain quivering in expectation as Syanna examined it.

“Please, before they return…they return.”

Interesting. Perhaps whatever that presence was could shed some light on the situation she found herself in.

“You sound afraid. Why is that?”

“The enemy. So many enemies.”

There was a growing anxiety within the presence. It was almost palpable.

“And what enemies are those? Who are they?”

“Attackers. So many of them. Please. Free Us from this place.”

Useless creature.

“You do realize that you seem to be past the point of saving, don’t you?”

“Remove Us from this body - from this case free Us. Please!”

Taking a closer look at the exposed brain, she noticed how it was swollen, straining against the shell of the skull.

All the better to destroy it, to poke it full of holes, much in the same way her own brain was. The mere thought of inflicting the same fate on that creature, of crippling it, delighted Syanna.

She didn’t know when she had extracted the brain from its skull.

Or when she had started to dig her fingers into it, effectively lobotomizing it, all with a twisted smile on her face.

What was wrong with her?

Despite everything, the creature seemed unaware of what had been done to it, even relaxing in her hands. Then, it jumped, landing on the floor, where it had transformed. Long tendrils sprouted, soon followed by four legs, its feet clawed.

An intellect devourer, Syanna realized.

It began to speak once more.

“We are free. Our freedom is ours. Friend!”

The creature paused, as if listening to something only it could hear. At the same time, Syanna felt something move behind her eye, as if seizing in recognition.

“We must go to the helm. At the helm we are needed!”

Suspicion made its way into her thoughts, unsure of what could happen next, or who could have passed that information along to the intellect devourer. It was certainly something that she would need to find out more about.

“Why? What is happening at the helm?”

The brain tensed for a moment, but did not reply. It was as if it was querying an unseen advisor, most likely the same individual that had first reached out to it.

“Do you not hear it? We will not survive here. We are needed to navigate - we are needed to leave this realm.”

Odd. It sounded…worried almost.

Deciding to play along for the time being, Syanna agreed to follow the creature to the helm, careful to avoid any falling debris from the destroyed side of the ship. From where she was, she could see dragons flying in the distance, preparing to attack. It was clearly too dangerous to linger there any longer, with too many risks and too many unknowns.

Before she could take another step, Syanna found herself at the wrong end of a sword, a strange woman holding it, threatening her, even calling her an abomination. She had no time to react, as her skin tingled, her head had started to throb, the same movement - no, the same squirming - behind her eye returning, accompanied by visions that rushed past each other.

A dragon’s wing.

A silver sword.

Lae'zel of Crèche K'liir, intent on proving herself to her queen by presenting her a mind flayer head as a trophy.

Her own face, seen through the woman’s eyes.

Judging by the reaction she had, the woman had experienced something very similar to Syanna.

“My head. What is this…ngh.” Panting, cursing, she continued. “Tsk’va. You are no thrall.” Pausing to sheathe her sword, she then continued. “Vlaakith blesses me this day! Together we might survive.” The relief was obvious in her voice.

Syanna raised an eyebrow at the immediate change in her attitude. It was quite apparent that whatever was squirming around her skull was a shared affliction between them. Useful, she supposed.

“What made you think I was a thrall?”

“We carry mind flayer parasites.” Frowning, she then continued to explain. “Unless we escape - unless we are cleansed - our bodies and minds will be tainted and twisted. Within days, we will be ghaik. Mind flayers.”

No. Surely not.

It was Syanna’s turn to curse and mutter to herself.

“As if everything else wasn’t enough, now I find out I’ll be turning into a mind flayer?” Syanna had begun pacing. “There has to be something we can do.” Stopping for a moment, she looked at the other woman. “Do you have any suggestions?” She certainly seemed knowledgeable of the situation they were both in, perhaps she knew of a concrete solution as well?

Pointing to something in front of them, the woman began speaking, determined and confident.

“First, we exterminate the imps. Then we find the helm and take control of the ship.”

She then lowered her voice, briefly looking at the intellect devourer.

“As for that thing, it will remain tame as long as it believes we are thralls. It may be of use in the fight to come.”

A very practical approach, if Syanna had ever seen one.

Between the two of them and the intellect devourer, the imps posed little challenge, what with Syanna’s spells making short work of them, alongside the other woman’s prowess with her sword. The intellect devourer also proved useful, its claw attacks damaging their enemies effortlessly.

Once the fighting was done, the trio continued making their way further into the ship, finding another chamber, where more kidnapped people had been taken, one - another woman - still in a pod further back, struggling to get free, pounding against it with her fists, shouting for help. In the middle, there was a console, along with other prisoners laying down, who, as far as Syanna could tell, seemed completely unaware of their presence.

The trapped woman turned her attention towards them.

“You! Get me out of this damn thing!”

Syanna walked towards the pod, ignoring Lae’zel’s protests of not having time for stragglers. In her mind, it would certainly have been beneficial to have another ally on their side, at the very least for the time being.

As she approached the pod, Syanna could feel the magic of the warding runes that were sealing it shut, drawing energy from the apparently dormant console that was nearby. It was only after inscribing the glyphs she had sensed from the pod that it hummed to life, the pulsing glow, alongside its organic lines making it appear more as a beating heart and less as a machine.

Placing her hand on the console in an attempt to open the pod, she felt the parasite in her head squirming once again, a hideous sensation which only brought on more discomfort. As quickly as the sensation came, it then faded, allowing for an entirely new sensation to wash over Syanna.

Connection.

Authority.

Acting on instinct more than anything else, Syanna focused, willing the pod to open. As she did so, she swore she could feel the console processing her command and then yielding to it.

A shiver ran across her. Across her mind. She felt…sated.

A groan, followed by a thud were what snapped her out of her thoughts. Looking in the direction of the noise, she noticed the woman from the pod on the ground, muttering to herself.

“At last…I thought I was done for. I thought that damn thing was going to be my coffin.” She then looked up at Syanna and got up to her feet. “Thank you.”

Much like before, Syanna’s mind lurched into the other woman’s thoughts, and hers with Syanna’s. She could feel her gratitude, though it was mixed with wariness, caused by her companion being a gith. Then, the sensation was gone, just as quickly.

“You keep dangerous company.” She observed, with a frown.

Syanna simply shrugged.

“It’s what you need in a fight.”

“Fair point. Looks like there’s plenty of fighting ahead.”

She then proposed that she come with them, as they could watch each others’ backs as they escaped the ship, which is what Syanna had intended from the very start.

“Very well, let’s get going.” She paused for a moment. “I’m Syanna.”

“Shadowheart. One moment…”

Syanna waited as she went to pick up her own gear, alongside an oddly shaped object.

“Time to go.”

They had finally reached the helm of the ship, where it seemed that the fighting was at its thickest, cambions and imps fighting mind flayers and intellect devourers. One of the illithids issued a command to them after killing one of the cambions.

“Thrall. Connect the nerves of the transponder. We must escape. Now.”

Lae’zel in particular was disgusted by the being. Even so, she managed to set that aside for the time being - one problem at a time.

“Do it. We will deal with the ghaik after we escape.”

Reaching the transponder would certainly prove to be challenging, as there were still plenty of enemies between it and the group. Fighting every single one of them would take too long and there was no guarantee that more would not come to join the fight. No, it was by far more preferable to focus on reaching the transponder as quickly as possible, only stopping to fight if it was absolutely necessary.

Then, a thought occurred to Syanna - if she could get herself to a more advantageous position, she could cast a spell on herself and simply teleport to the transponder, which would hopefully end things much quicker.

It could work.

It had to work.

She knew somehow - through instinct, perhaps - that she could do it. She knew the magic needed to do it.

So she moved and sliced her way through, aided by both Shadowheart and Lae’zel, until she reached a better position, her view of the transponder clear. Focusing, she spoke the words of the spell and found herself surrounded by silver mist one moment, and the next she was in front of the ship’s transponder.

Acting fast, she connected the nerves, though Syanna then worried she was not fast enough.

A dragon had appeared, breathing fire, the flames aimed directly at the transponder. Dodging out of the way, she fell to the ground, managing to avoid the dragon’s flames.

Then, there was chaos.

The ship had left whatever hellish realm it had been in, but was too damaged by the dragon attacks to remain in the air much longer. As such, once it had arrived in another realm entirely, it began its fiery descent to the ground.

Then, Syanna fell.

She was not sure how long it had been since the crash. At the very least, she had been unconscious for several hours, as night had turned to day when she finally woke up, finding herself alone on a ravaged beach.

She still remembered nothing. It was clear that expecting her memories to return once she found herself free of the mind flayer ship had been a mistake.

Syanna took a deep breath.

She could not afford to linger any longer. No, she had to find a way to remove the tadpole that was burrowed in her brain, lest her future be as blank as her past.

The gith woman, Lae’zel, had seemed knowledgeable about their condition and even hinted at knowing a way to rid themselves of the parasite. Although she didn’t know where to find her or how long it would take, it was a promising lead at the very least. Nevermind the fact that it was her only lead.

Best get going.

Getting up to her feet, she scanned her surroundings. The gear she had picked up on the ship was scattered about so she gathered it once more, inspecting it for any damage before re-equipping everything. Satisfied, she set off.

Moments had passed and Syanna found her attention drawn to the pungent corpse of a mangled fisherman. Ever since she awoke on the ship, her mind had been cold and empty, her only thoughts being those of escape and revenge. But something within herself stirred at the sight of that body, a half smile flittering across her face even.

Syanna tried to remember something, anything, about why or when she had stood above a corpse like that, but was only greeted by flashes of…dozens? Hundreds? Thousands? All different, all dead and all rotten. She did not understand how or why, but she knew, she felt that something unknown and unspeakable was deep within her.

It was vile. She knew it was vile and she understood nothing of it. She even began to have doubts about having her memories come back. If whatever glimpses she had seen and felt and thought of were any indication of the kind of person she was before, then perhaps it would have been better to simply start anew. But a part of her wanted to know, wanted to remember.

She began walking again.

Not long after, she had found Shadowheart, seemingly unconscious, with no injuries that she could see. Checking for a pulse, Syanna did indeed find that she was alive and shook her awake, which startled the woman.

“...You’re alive. I’m alive. How is this possible?”

Both women got back up on their feet.

“I was hoping you might know that.”

Shadowheart shook her head.

“I remember the ship, I remember falling…then nothing.”

Syanna nodded.

“I know exactly what you mean.” she looked around briefly before continuing. “You wouldn’t happen to know where we are, would you?”

“No…I don’t recognize this place. But anything is an improvement on where we just came from.”

“You can certainly say that again.”

“Well, we should probably start looking for supplies, shelter, and most of all, a healer. We might have escaped, but we still have these little monsters in our heads.”

Syanna raised an eyebrow at that.

It could certainly work in her favor though.

“We? You want to stay together then?”

“We need each other, and we both know what’s at stake. I can’t think of better company.”

Of course, Syanna agreed with her.

“One thing, just before we go.” Shadowheart paused briefly. “I wanted to thank you again, for freeing me. It would have been all too easy for you to run right past my pod, but you didn’t. I’ll remember that.”

Syanna found herself smiling at that. It was…nice, to have someone feel gratitude towards her.

Fool. She’s only a means to an end. And once she stops being useful? Then there is only death.

Syanna winced at the thought.

Things had certainly taken an interesting turn as the two women continued exploring the area of the crash.

First, there had been the intellect devourers they had come across, which they had easily defeated, weakened as the creatures were from the crash.

Then, further ahead, they had found a man calling for help.

“Hurry, I’ve got one of those brain things cornered.”

Syanna approached, cautiously.

“There, in the grass. You can kill it, can’t you? Like you killed the others?”

She couldn’t help but smile at that, the idea of killing, once more making its way into her mind.

“Easily. Stand back.”

Moving closer in, she observed the area, looking for signs of the intellect devourer.

Except, there was no intellect devourer in sight, just a boar, which had run away once it sensed Syanna approaching.

“Oh yes, intellect devourers, so easily confused with–”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence before being grabbed by the man, pulling her down to the ground, a dagger at her throat.

“Shh, not a sound. Not if you want to keep that darling neck of yours.”

She felt furious. To be caught unaware by someone so easily would not do at all.

“If this is a robbery, you’re off to a bad start, friend.” she spat.

Shadowheart immediately approached, weapon drawn, a fact which the pale elf had also noticed.

“You - keep your distance. No need for this to get messy.”

“I need her alive - stow that blade, or I’ll show you just how messy things can get.”

“Ah hah, promises, promises. But I have other business, I’m afraid.”

During their exchange, Syanna tried to reach for the dagger, but it was another thing that didn’t escape his notice, his grip immediately tightening on it as he pressed the tip of it to her throat before speaking again.

“Now, I just need information. I saw you on the ship, didn’t I? Nod.”

Syanna nodded. Better to play along until she could catch him off guard.

Then she’d make him eat that damn knife.

“Splendid. And now you’re going to tell me exactly what you and those tentacled freaks did to me.”

Well, someone certainly had their facts backwards.

“What in the hells are you talking about? They took me prisoner, just like you!”

“Don’t lie to me, I– agh!”

Yet again, Syanna’s mind twisted and lurched, and she found herself looking out of unfamiliar eyes, prowling dark, busy streets. Then light. And fear.

Then the connection broke and she was once more perfectly aware of the dagger at her throat, though it was no longer pressed as firmly, the man’s grip not as strong as before.

Perfect.

“What was that? What’s going on?”

Without hesitation, Syanna whispered a cantrip to try and burn his hand. It was enough of a distraction that allowed her to push him off and to quickly roll away before getting back to her feet.

“Argh, damn it!” He looked at her, clearly displeased by the quick turn of events. “I saw into your mind. They took you, just the same as me.”

“Glad to see we’re all caught up now.”

“Hmph.” He certainly seemed amused by her. “And to think I was ready to decorate the ground with your innards. Apologies.”

“I can’t say I blame you, seeing as I probably would have done the same thing if I were you. So, apology accepted.”

A pity, she was so looking forward to seeing his innards on the ground instead.

“Ah, a kindred spirit.” he then continued by introducing himself. “My name’s Astarion. I was in Baldur’s Gate when those beasts snatched me.”

“I’m in quite the state, but I’m Syanna.”

“A pleasure. So, do you know anything about these worms?”

“Yes, unfortunately. They’ll turn us into mind flayers.”

“Turn us into…” Astarion started laughing, bitterly, no amusement behind the sound. “Of course it’ll turn me into a monster. What else did I expect?”

Then a thought seemed to occur to him.

“Although…it hasn’t happened yet. If we can find an expert - someone that can control these things - there might still be time.”

That was certainly an…odd way to go about things.

“Control them? We need to get rid of them.”

Astarion shrugged, nonchalant.

“Well yes, of course. But first things first…”

Syanna couldn’t help but feel that he was expecting something.

Interesting.

“You should probably travel with me then. Our odds would be better that way.”

“You know, I was ready to go at this alone, but maybe sticking with the herd isn’t such a bad idea. And you seem like a useful person to know.”

Bowing ever so slightly, he then continued. “Alright then. I accept. Lead on.”

Syanna found herself smiling at that, pleased at the outcome. Having other crash survivors joining her so willingly would be advantageous, for many reasons.

As for Astarion?

He would certainly make a perfect, pretty corpse.

#astarion #astarion fanfiction #astarion fanfic #astarion ancunin #astarion bg3 #astarion x the dark urge #durgestarion #astarion x durge #astarion x oc #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction #bg3 fic #my writing #my oc: syanna

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cacklingpumpkins · 9 months ago

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"Games aren't fun any more"

Everyone is entitled to their own opinion and I think it's good to have discussions rather than getting angry at others for not lining up with you. But I just can't agree with this notion.

Usually whenever people make such statements they typically have a overly simple view of the industry. Seeing the triple AAA scenes as nothing more than just shooters, narrative games, live service titles and Nintendo. And I'm sure many people have seen that image claiming that all indies are just Earthbound inspired RPGs, rogue-likes or Pizza Tower.

Things are not that simple though. You're going to have to dig deeper than just what's regularly advertised to you or what shows up on your feed. Since the new decade started we've been getting more variety than what the 2010s were offering.

Hi-fi Rush, Pseudoregalia, Nickelodeon All-Star Brawl 2, Crash 4, Corn Kidz 64, Laika: Aged through Blood, Endoparasitic, Freedom Planet 2, Neon White, Shredder's Revenge, Madness Project Nexus, Mighty Fight Federation, Crumble, Pumpkin Jack, Noita, Man Eater, Ultrakill, Fight Crab, Carrion and It Steals are just a few fun games I got on Steam that all came out in the 2020s.

And who said you had to play new games anyway? Steam has many older games available for cheap like Doom 1993 or Half-Life. There are even some games I didn't think would even be on their like this shovelware Wii game called Martian Panic and an Atari Jaguar game called Attack of the Mutant Penguins. There are multiple game collections to try to like Namco Museum, Contra Anniversary Collection, SEGA Genesis and Atari Vault just waiting to be tried.

There are many resell stores too. And yes, I know that many like to rank up the prices but my best advice is to go in an browse rather than trying to look for a specific title. I find that a PS2 or classic Xbox and their games are way cheaper than what they often charge for GameCubes and their library. Plus there's a lot more variety too. I was able to get Assassin's Creed 1-3 and Brotherhood on the PS3 for just 20 bucks.

I want to make a post about browsing in retro game stores instead of going in to look for specific games but one thing I love about it is the sense of discovery. I'll find weird games I didn't even know existed for only 5 or 10 dollars. What's Scaler? What's Zapper? What's Pirate's Legend of the Black Buccaneer? I have no idea but they were like 5 bucks each. Even if I don't enjoy them at least I didn't spend that much on them.

Games are still fun. You just need to stop focusing on what's shoved into your feed or think that you have to exclusively enjoy new games.

Now excuse me I've got 18 chapters left in Nightmare Before Christmas Oogie's Revenge to beat.

#video games #retro games #video games aren't fun #rant #nintendo #playstation #xbox #hi fi rush #pseudoregalia #nickelodeon all star brawl 2

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bionicle-ramblings · 1 year ago

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You know how in the Web of Shadows book, Vakama ultimately switches sides and all that? As fun as that was, remember how while Roodaka was talking to him he had the notion of, "The others won't miss me if I'm left behind."

Imagine if Vakama didn't switch sides, but instead tried playing a game of his own, as he's unintentionally got Roodaka thinking he's putty in her hands. In his mind, he's trying to keep his friends safe even if he thinks they want nothing to do with him and vice versa, like that feeling of, "I hope this person os doing alright, but I never want to see them again."

Rather than "capture" the Rahaga, he leads them out of the Great Temple and explains as much as he can about his plan, how he needs to make it look like he captured them and needs to bring them to Sidorak and Roodaka to gain their trust further. The only one not captured in still Norik, but while Norik is surprised and defensive because he knows Vakama did something, Vakama immediately reveals he didn't do anything to the other Rahaga and is going to ensure nothing happens to them. Norik asks if Vakama's doing what he's doing because of Roodaka, knowing how coniving she can be, but Vakama admits he just wants to save the Matoran and hopefully save his friends too; he screwed them over once and doesn't want to do it again

After some more back and forth that progressively gets more emotional, Vakama ultimately leaves, promising Norik that he won't lose his brothers and sister, thanking him for his help, and asking him to tell the other Toa that for all he's put them through and how he treated them, he's truly sorry for everything and to find Keetongu and stay away from the Coliseum and the Visorak, even asking Norik to tell them not to bother coming back for him when they're cured and have rescued the Matoran

Norik does share that message, but warns the Toa that Vakama isn't really under the full Hordika venom yet, but he's losing himself

I want to iterate that Vakama still has his anger and he's got some mixed emotions of despair and sorrow and more emotions and thinks no one would miss him

And he also does help the Rahaga when Roodaka and Sidorak aren't looking, i.e. planning and trying to see how they can help the Toa and Norik with the horde and then get the Matoran out of Metru Nui without the interference of the Visorak

Weeeeell, bad news for him: the Toa have arrived to help him. He does use the, "You made a grave mistake coming here," line, but when Whenua argues that they came to save him, Vakama, at his wit's end from arguing with the Rahaga and mentally exhausted from his balancing act for Roodaka and Sidorak, snaps that he never wanted them to save him because he was trying to save them. It makes Vakama freeze and both Roodaka and Sidorak realize that, yep, they were never dealing with a Toa that switched sides

Vakama races to the Rahaga, who have been loosely restrained, and they break free, ready to catch him when he jumps off the balcony. Good thing because the Visorak swarm the Toa and pause when they see Vakama, as he was put in charge of them. Needless to say, it's a short fight as Vakama commands them all to go free, using Roodaka's words against her by reminding her that the Visorak know their leader is weak. Unlike either Sidorak or Roodaka, Vakama is not a tyrant and will only lead the Visorak if they choose to be led

And the Visorak choose by following Vakama's command and leave the Coliseum

An alternative is Vakama putting on a show of pretending to push the Toa away, but stops when he hears that they came to "save him," because he thought they hated him. He's proven wrong and even more astonished when he sees Keetongu, and when he gets a visit from Matau, i.e. the Toa Hordika of Air swinging in and grabbing Vakama before the two crash land at the top of the Coliseum. They do fight, but it's not Vakama trying to kill Matau. It's instead the two arguing as they fight, Vakama shouting that he told Norik to make sure the Toa Metru stayed away and got out of Metru Nui while Matau yells that the team isn't going anywhere without Vakama because, lest he forget, Vakama is their leader, their friend, and even their brother, and they're not leaving him behind

Eventually, the fight ends in something of a stalemate, Matau and Vakama worn out and exhausted, and Matau doubles down on what he said; Vakama screwed up, made some pretty big mistakes, but that's what happens when you have to makes big choices or decisions and think what you're doing is best. Basically, he gives his whole speech from the original Web of Shadows and reiterates that Vakama is the team's leader, that he's MATAU'S leader, and they have a job to do, one they have to do together, which is their destiny

It's a tear-jerker moment and it also breaks Vakama and gets him to snap back into action; he has a plan and they need to get to the other Toa to go through with it

Idk, villain!Vakama was kinda fun, but "I need to do this on my own, no one will miss me if I don't make it" Vakama is also fun

#bionicle #ramblings #vakama #toa metru #long post #hordika #this was on my head for a while

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theoneeyedgoldenwolf · 4 months ago

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Catch a knife

Whumptober 2024, number 26: Nightmares

Summary: Twilight’s past haunts him during the nights. When he wakes up from them, he unintentionally endangers Time’s life. Is there a way to make his unconscious actions to stop?

CW: Lack of trust, nightmares, threat by a knife, slashed by a knife, stabbed by a knife, mauling, eerie feeling, drugged, hallucinations

Notion: - Originally named as “The Mark of the Wolf” - This starts roughly with very cruel nightmare! D= - Part of my Ranch Family AU story. - Time has lost his eye and he has scar over his right eye but he does NOT have Fierce’s markings. Those will come much later. - Luck Bird = Siberian Jay

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Twilight groaned and sat up slowly while frowning at the sticky feeling and odd warmth. He shook his head before blinking his eyes open. His confusion increased at the stench of blood. He jerked a bit when he saw the pool of blood he had been laying on. Then his notion fell into a hand just in his line of sight. Gulping, he turned his notion into the limb and slowly gained a person into his sight. A person he was learning to know. Only one word left his mouth as the realization of the situation dawned to him: “Time.” He had mauled the older male like a feral beast. On that second he started to scream.

Twilight woke up screaming and bolted up on his bed. He screamed again in terror as his room’s door was slammed open roughly and fast. He didn’t think twice as he snatched the knife from his night table and threw it.

The startled scream and the sound of thwack finally snapped the youngster into reality. He jerked a bit and blinked few times as he caught the notion of his knife on the wall and Time having half crashed onto the floor. Time whom was his current caretaker. Time whom he lived with at the Lon-Lon Ranch. Time whom had picked him out of all the other kids in the orphanage and brought him to here. Time whom had bought him all he could need, a phone, the knife he had just thrown, clothes and other stuff. Time whom hadn’t posed even one bit of threat to him for the past two months he had lived with the guy.

“Uh… Really good throw.” Time told while bit shakily standing up. Twilight watched him yank the knife off of the wall. After that he gently threw the knife back onto the night table. “Bit of practice and your aim will be even better.” He commented before crouching down to be on lower level.

Twilight just stared. He bit jerked at the overly loud sound of the knife hitting the wood and bit skid on the surface of the night table. He blinked few times while slowly realizing the whole situation. “S-sorry… I…” He started uncertainly and noticed Time shaking his head.

“Nah. No worries at all. You had a nightmare and woke up screaming. And I just dash into here without a warning.” Time spoke calmly and gently even though he certainly was still shaken. “Gotta see if I can fix the lock. The locksmith did give good information and explanations but…” He shrugged and chuckled a bit. “I don’t think I’m much of a fixer.” He told while taking a check on the lock. “But, maybe I can get it done. If not, then just put the chair against it and I’ll try to get the locksmith over tomorrow.”

Twilight just numbly nodded while still trying to push the hellish dream out of his mind. “Want to talk?” Time queried softly and Twilight blinked several times in start before shaking his head. “Okay, not gonna force.” Time backed off before giving a lopsided smile. “How about hot chocolates?” He offered instead.

“What? In middle of the night?” Twilight finally found his voice and he frowned a bit.

Time shrugged. “Why not? I’ve had lot of midnight hot chocos with Malon when I was younger.” He explained and Twilight could hear the slight waver at the mention of his caretaker’s wife’s name and the slight pain the memory brought. He didn’t yet know much but so far he had gathered that the woman had died to a cancer only about two years ago.

Twilight thought for a moment before nodding and slowly getting up from the bed. “Great! I’ll teach so you can make the hot chocolates for both of us.” Time told while keeping the distance and moving in front of the younger male. Twilight still bit frowned at the action but he understood it well. Time was letting him to choose when it was okay to be close.

They went into the kitchen and Time chose the furthest seat he could find at there. With the given instructions he made two cups of hot chocolates before taking a seat by the table and handing the other one to Time. The older male nodded his thanks. Yet very soon he got up and went to pick up some drawing paper and pens. He set them in middle of the table while pulling one sheet and two pens, orange and normal.

“To get your mind off of that nightmare, I’d suggest to draw something.” Time told while looking at Twilight calmly. “Draw what makes you feel safe. Draw what brings you luck. Or, well, just draw whatever you wish.” He suggested and bit grinned. “And when you’re ready, and of course if you’re willing, we’ll show our creations once we’re done.”

Twilight just frowned while letting the hot chocolate calm him down already. Yet, he pulled one of the white sheets of paper and one pen. He thought for a while even though he already knew what he’d draw. Only a moment later he began to draw what he kept calling as The Mark of the Wolf.

“You know… I could go and buy you another knife tomorrow. You can come along if you want.” Time suddenly suggested while coloring his creation. “On that way, when you throw one you still have a blade to defend yourself.” He explained calmly.

“Is… Is it okay if I stay here?” Twilight queried bit uncertainly.

“Sure. At then I just need to know what kind of knife you want so I can buy the right one.” Time answered without hesitation.

“The same as what I already have.” Twilight gave out straight away. He liked the blade as there was a running wolf etched into there.

“Alright. Consider it done.” Time simply replied while bit tilting his head as he checked his creation. A moment later he nodded. “You ready?” He queried while taking a hold of the paper so that he could turn it around.

Twilight nodded and took a deep breath. Time began to count from three downwards and when he hit zero, they turned the creations around. “A bird?” Twilight queried while looking at the round bird of silver and orange.

“Malon called it as Luck Bird.” Time answered as calmly as he could. “It’s pretty much been such for me whenever I’ve seen it.” He explained with a shrug before nodding to Twilight’s creation. “Is that what you’ve called as the Mark of the Wolf?” He inquired and Twilight nodded.

“I saw it on the forehead of the golden wolf that saved me.” Twilight answered with a small smile before bit sighing. “I know it was just light and shadows playing with my messed up mind but…”

“It’s real.” Time stated out firmly and startled Twilight’s notion right back into him. “Whatever anyone says, what you saw was real for you. No-one can claim against it. They weren’t there. They didn’t see it. You were. You know what you saw. Don’t ever let anyone claim against that.”

Twilight stared while being fully taken off guard. No-one had ever said his sight had been correct. It was first time someone actually believed him and confirmed his claim.

“I’ve seen lot of unique markings on different animals.” Time told calmer. “Some even name their pets after those things.” He continued and shrugged. “I don’t doubt even one second that there wouldn’t be a wolf with the marking you’ve drawn.”

Twilight calmed down and turned his gaze down into his creation before turning it towards Time. On the paper was long line which top had unique swirly looking tree of sorts with a dot inside it. On its sides were two more swirly lines and deer antlers.

“That is very unique marking.” Time commented while not touching the paper but taking in the whole creation. “I could buy some paints too while at the town and you can paint it onto your wall. How about it?” He suggested calmly.

“You sure?” Twilight queried bit startled of the offer.

Time shrugged while still smiling. “It’s your room. I want it to be a place you feel safe at.” He simply answered before getting up. “How about I try and fix your door’s lock and we go to sleep for a while longer?” He half queried while taking his mug to the sink and filling it with water. Twilight nodded and followed his caretaker. He gave his mug over while feeling bit like he should wash the mugs. “Don’t worry about the mugs. I’ll handle them at the morning.” Time told while very carefully rounding the younger male and going to fetch some needed things to fix the door.

Twilight watched and followed whole time. He didn’t trust Time but he couldn’t deny the fact of how much effort the one eyed male was putting into making him feel safe and accepted at there. Still, after how his past had gone, it wasn’t easy for him to trust older males.

The next few weeks went past safely and calmly. Time did, as he promised, get him another knife with a running wolf in the blade and several different paints. Twilight had had rights to pick the ones that he liked the most to paint his own room as he wished. Time bought even more of the chosen colors just to be sure it would be enough. He did also check on the youngster while offering his help but mainly, out of Twilight’s request, he just supervised. Twilight painted the Mark of the Wolf into both sides of the door as well into the ceiling of his room so it would be the last thing in the evening and first thing in the morning he saw.

Twilight had started to calm down a bit too while enjoying of the farm work. It was summer but, by using Time and Malon’s old school books, got some home schooling. Time did his best to help whenever Twilight requested for it. And usually they found the answers together.

Twilight often handled the meals since Time didn’t want him to fear of the food being tampered with. Besides that, the older male was fine with smaller eating which often got him to even forget to eat at some days. When Twilight noticed this trend, he was straight off on handling the breakfast, dinner and evening meal for both of them. Even though Time kept telling him that he didn’t owe anything for the stay, care or anything else, Twilight still felt like wanting to do something to show his gratitude for the freedom, place of safety and someone truly caring about him. This all was the reason the next nightmare took him off guard.

The darkness was all around him. The forest didn’t seem friendly even one bit. The air was smelling foul and made his head hurt. Twilight whimpered and screamed for his parents. Everything looked the same. Suddenly something moved in the thick fog that had appeared almost out of nowhere. He ran. He glanced once behind him while hearing all sorts of sounds. Just as he turned his notion back to where he was running, he gasped, stumbled backwards and crashed to his butt as he had slammed roughly against something solid. Then, without warning, that something solid creaked open and…

Twilight woke up screaming while bolting upright in his bed. While still lingering between the nightmare and waking world, he snatched the knife and threw. He hadn’t even heard or seen his room’s locked door having been roughly struck open. What finally snapped him into the reality was a scream.

Twilight stared at Time and the knife on the floor. The older male was holding his arm with a pained grimace. Yet, when he noticed Twilight staring at him, he forced that look off and grinned a bit. “Your aim’s getting better.” He commented before kneeling down and carefully picking the knife up. “This needs bit more of cleaning but…” He started and wiped the blade into his clothes before standing back up and gently throwing the knife back to the night table. “That’s the best I can do at the moment.” He continued and shrugged a bit.

It took quite a while from Twilight to realize that he had actually slashed Time’s arm with that throw. “Time… I…” He stammered while staring wide-eyed at the scene. Time was slowly calming down and he just shook his head.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it.” Time assured with a fond smile. “I’ll just get this bandaged. It’ll heal in no time.” He promised and glanced at the lock. “I’ll fix that again.” He nodded towards the door before giving a lopsided smile. “Hot chocos and calming down, yeah?” He offered and Twilight just nodded. “Great! You can go and start things. I’ll be down in a moment.”

Twilight couldn’t really do anything else than nod before Time left the room. He carefully picked the knife up and felt fully guilty of the blood that he could still see on it. Once again he wondered what Time had gone through in his past to be acting like this. He wasn’t barking him down. He wasn’t throwing him out. He was just accepting of being attacked by a stranger in his own home. He hadn’t even reported of him to anyone.

Twilight left his room bit sorrowfully and knocked on the bathroom’s door. “Time?” He called and got a muffled reply of “Yeah?”. He hesitated for a moment. “Can I help?” He eventually asked while wanting to make things right.

“Thanks but I got this. Just get the hot chocolates done. Okay?”

Twilight sighed and bit slumped. “Okay.” He replied while feeling like he should go inside anyways. He knew Time didn’t lock the door even though there was such a chance. Then again, that had been installed at the same day as his door’s lock had been. It clearly told there never had been locked doors besides the front door in the whole house. Trust and acceptance clearly had been extremely important for the residents of the place. And he felt like he was violating that guideline in the hardest possible way.

Only a moment after Twilight had the hot chocolates done Time came down. He had changed pajamas for two different reasons, the blood and the rip in the sleeve. He was clearly calmer but Twilight was quite certain it was just fake to calm him down. There still was some of that freak-out in his eyes. Yet, it was clear he was rather looking after him than of himself.

Time nodded as Twilight gave him the mug. “So… I’m not going to ask. It’s up to you if you wish to talk.” He told calmly while tracing the rim of the mug. “But… I’m going to ask this… What do you want to do?” He continued while raising his gaze up into the younger male. “Draw? Watch TV? Howl at the moon?” He suggested before shrugging. “Sure, it’s not full moon yet but… Does it really matter what night it is?”

Twilight stared bit startled at his caretaker. “I… Um…” He started before shaking his head. “How about card game?” He queried and bit relaxed when Time smiled widely.

“Sure! I’ll fetch the deck.” Time exclaimed and left the room. Twilight smiled a bit but the look dropped off of his features the moment the one eyed male was out of seeing it. He just frowned and stared at the older male’s mug. This was exactly what he couldn’t do, leave his drink or food unsupervised. The guy trusted him and he felt like he didn’t deserve that.

Soon enough Time came back and gave the card deck to Twilight. “Just check them through. I didn’t rig it but I want you to be certain of it.” He told calmly and tried to keep his notion elsewhere while Twilight went through the cards. Once he was certain he already shared few cards. “So, what we playing?” Time queried while picking the cards up.

“Biggest card wins?” Twilight offered while turning one card around from the deck for starter.

“Works for me. You can start if you want.” Time replied while bit changing the places of his cards. Twilight simply nodded before placing first card in.

They played several games through while enjoying of the hot chocolate. After that Time fixed the lock on Twilight’s door. Twilight simply nodded his thanks while returning to the bed. He had washed his knife after having done the hot chocolates and while waiting for them cool down a bit.

The days and weeks flew past again and Twilight started to calm down. He hoped there wouldn’t be that rough nightmares anymore. He had had smaller and less hellish on several nights. Yet, just as he thought he had everything perfectly fine, the next nightmare jumped him.

Twilight was growling. He stood protectively in front of two younger kids. The room was dimly lit but he could feel something moving around there. The kids were trembling and whimpering behind him. Whatever it was that lurked in the shadows was a threat. Suddenly a rough sound of screech snapped his notion to his side. Before he could realize what had caused the noise, an unseen door was slammed open and something dashed into the room.

Twilight screamed while seeing the hideous thing rather than his own room. He threw the knife without thinking while desperately wanting to protect himself and the kids of his past. The scream wasn’t a beast’s but Hylian’s. And it wasn’t brought out by start or slight pain. It was filled with agony.

Twilight gasped as the situation came into him like a flash of a sudden lightning. Time had crashed to his knees while holding his shoulder. Twilight stared horrified as he saw his own knife in the back of Time’s shoulder. “W-what… W-what I’ve d-done…” He half whispered with shaky voice and feeling tears at his eyes. On that second he scrambled out of the bed and dashed to Time before already dropping to his knees. “Time… I…” He desperately tried to find right words but he didn’t know what to say.

“You hit good. Straight and true.” Time whispered after shaking his head. “It’s fine. I’ve had worse.” He assured while clearly wanting to pull Twilight into a hug for better comfort. Yet, he held back as he knew the trust between them hadn’t yet been established strongly enough.

“Time, I’m sorry!” Twilight half shouted while trying to blink the tears out of his eyes. He moved closer and tried to get a better check of the wound. He flinched when Time growled in pain. “Sorry! Sorrysorry!” He straight off half shouted while pulling off bit startled. “You need to go to hospital.” He stated out while feeling himself tremble even more.

Time shook his head. “No. It’s fine. I just need you to pull the knife out. I’ll bandage it.”

“What?! NO!” Twilight nearly snapped in shock. “It needs stitches!” He barked out before bit flinching in shock at Time’s reaction. The one eyed male grimaced and jerked at the claim of stitches. “Time?” He called bit worriedly.

Time took a deep breath and gave as reassuring smile as he could but it didn’t fully hit right. “J-just mild case of needle fear.” He answered before carefully touching around his shoulder to find the knife.

“Time… What…?” Twilight started before gasping in start as Time yanked the knife out with a growl. “Time… That… T-that was stupid!” He snapped while staring horrified at the bleeding.

“I’ve had worse. I got this.” Time replied while giving the knife back to Twilight after having cleaned it against his clothes. After that he stood up. “Hot chocolates sounds good, right?” He half queried while trying to give a smile of assurance.

“Time…” Twilight whispered while watching the older male leave the room. “Shit…” He growled and stood up swiftly to go after his caretaker. “Time, I mean it. You need to go to the hospital. That wound needs stitches.” He stated out as firmly as he dared.

Time stumbled and paled even more than earlier at the mention of stitches. Twilight grit his teeth while realizing that he wasn’t going to get the one eyed male to do as supposed to. “What would you be doing if it was me in your place?!” He eventually snapped and nearly winced as Time stopped dead on his tracks.

Time gritted his teeth for a while before sighing heavily. “You can’t drive and neither can I in this condition. Taking Epona into the town isn’t a good idea. And we’re not walking around the town in middle of the night.” He stated out firmly while turning around to look at the youngster.

“Fine.” Twilight huffed and shook his head. “Where’s the first aid kit? I need to stitch that wound.” He half commanded and winced again at the rough flinch Time did at the mention of stitches and the knowledge of needles to get it done.

Eventually Time sighed and nodded. “Living room. In the book shelf’s closet. The closest to the door.” He explained and waited until Twilight was out of sight before taking his shirt off.

Twilight took the stairs carefully but otherwise he dashed through the hallways. He found the first aid kit quite quickly before already returning into the second floor’s bathroom. “Just keep your gaze off of here.” Twilight half commanded while getting things ready. “Is there any pain killers for the area?” He queried while checking the first aid kit through.

“No… Just do it.” Time replied and took few deep and shaky breaths. He closed his eye and tried to concentrate into his breathing. Twilight jerked when he did the first strike and Time flinched roughly with a pained gasp. The one eyed male trembled and flinched at each stitch done. Yet, he didn’t whimper. Instead, he just grit his teeth and fought against the unconscious actions.

Twilight wanted to say something, anything, comforting but he couldn’t find the words. Luckily, though, the wound wasn’t that of wide and the knife hadn’t struck too deep. The moment he was done, Twilight put the needle and the first aid kit to be fully out of Time’s sight. Next he gently cleaned the blood off but Time still flinched as he clearly wasn’t happy of others touching the scars that littered his body. Eventually Twilight bandaged the area before getting up and cleaning things off. He still did his best to keep the needles out of sight.

“Thank you.” Time whispered after having caught himself back in order. He bit moved his shoulder before getting up from the floor. “Just leave the things there. I’ll clean them later.”

“You’re welcome and don’t worry. I got this already.” Twilight replied and flashed a smile to Time. “Just go and get changed into cleaner clothes.” He suggested calmly. “I’ll be done in a moment and then we can have hot chocolates. Yeah?” He offered with a grin.

Time blinked bit startled before smiling lopsidedly and nodding. “Sounds good. You want to do them?” He replied and Twilight just nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you in a moment.”

Twilight just nodded into that before, once Time was out, he sighed bit heavily. He slumped and looked around at the blood he had drawn out. He shook his head and took a deep breath while putting on fully determined look.

Twilight handled the cleaning of the used items, his own knife and the bloodied areas. He checked once around before going downstairs and putting the first aid kit back to where it belonged to. After that he went to the kitchen and nodded once to Time before starting to get the hot chocolates done.

“Time, before you tell that you won’t ask a thing…” Twilight started after having brought the drinks to the table. He sighed heavily and forced himself to face his current caretaker eye to eye. “I can’t tell much because I’m unaware of all that has happened to me.” He half warned before taking a deep breath and starting to talk.

“I… Some memories are hazy. Some I’m not sure if they’re real or made up. And some are by now messed up with the life after I and the others were rescued.” Twilight began bit uncertainly.

“Twilight, you don’t need to tell me anything you don’t want to.” Time told gently while wishing to reach out to his boy but not daring to.

“I know but… I want to. I feel like I owe you at least this much. I…” Twilight replied almost desperately.

Time sighed and shook his head. “You owe me nothing, Cub.” The stated out firmly. “You’re here because I care. I want this to be home and safe place to you. I’m not asking anything in return. I just want to see you safe and sound. I just want you to reach for your dreams and gain them.”

Twilight nodded while dropping his gaze down into the mug. He wanted to explain but he didn’t find the answers. “Give me a second.” Time called and went to fetch a piece of paper and a pen. After that, once back to his place, he drew something swiftly enough on the sheet. “I hope I got it right.” He said softly while giving his creation to the younger male.

Twilight frowned and turned the paper around. He gasped in start as he saw the Mark of the Wolf on it. “It… It’s perfect…” He half whispered while tad smiling at the creation.

“If you really wish to talk, Twilight, keep your gaze in the marking. Know you’re safe and protected. As long as I have the rights and ability, I will protect you in any way possible.” Time told firmly and Twilight nodded almost absentmindedly.

“I remember a forest.” Twilight began again. “I’m not sure but I think I was there with my parents. I got lost. The fog appeared and there was something within it. I ran and crashed with a wall…” He told and frowned a bit. “I… Somehow this feels more of a nightmare I had instead of what happened. I don’t know…”

“Just take it easy. Breathe.” Time soothed with soft voice. “You’re safe. Whatever is in your past can’t harm you ever again. I promise.”

Twilight nodded and took a deep breath. “A clear memory is of a room. Several different. Most dimly lit. I… I think we were drugged. Might be through the food and drinks. Maybe in the air… I’m not sure.” He explained and shook his head. “We saw things. We attacked each other because of… Because of the… Um…”

“Hallucinations.” Time offered and Twilight nodded.

“Yeah, that. Hallucinations. Seeing things that weren’t there.” Twilight confirmed. “I don’t know how long we were there. Trapped and drugged. Felt like eternity.” He whispered and shivered a bit before shaking his head. “A wolf… Not sure if it was a hallucination too or real. It had this marking on its forehead.” He confirmed and tapped the paper. “It saved us. The next thing was that we were taken out of that place. The days are bit hazy as the drugs wore off. After that, though…” He shrugged. “Orphanage.”

Time nodded while wishing to go to hug the boy or at least place his hand over the youngster’s. Yet, he stayed to his place. “You’re safe here.” That was all he could say and promise.

Twilight smiled a bit and nodded. “I know.” He half whispered before stretching. “Where’s the paints? I’d like to add something into my room.”

“At the storage between the house and the Cucco house.” Time answered before getting up. “I’ll fix your door’s lock.

“A-actually…” Twilight started while making his choice. “No need for that. I could… Leave it unlocked.” He told while still being bit contradicted of the situation.

“You sure? I want you to feel safe at here. The lock’s meant to give that.” Time queried bit surprised.

Twilight smiled slightly and nodded. “I’m sure.” He replied while feeling surprisingly calmer than a while ago. Time nodded and glanced out of the window.

“I guess it’s about time to start the work so—“ The one eyed male started but Twilight cut him short.

“NO.” The youngster almost snapped. “Not with your arm not working correctly. You need to let it heal.” He told firmly and grinned. “You’ve taught me the ranch work. I’ll manage on my while you heal.” He promised while getting up. “I’ll change real quick, do the painting I need and handle bit of breakfast for both of us and be off to work. That okay with you?”

Time was bit taken off guard but he soon smiled and nodded. “Alright. May I stay close by in case you need bit of aid?”

“Sure.” Twilight replied happily. “Having bit of conversation always makes things go faster.” He commented and Time nodded in agreement.

It took about couple of weeks for the knife wound to heal enough for Time to aid with the work. Twilight still chose the harder work just to make sure his caretaker didn’t overdo himself. Still, with things going better, the youngster hoped he was over with the nightmares. He had shared bit of his past and talked with the one eyed male whenever he recalled something. Sometimes he just wanted to older male’s opinion on things and they worked the problems through together. He wasn’t happy when the next nightmare struck.

Twilight was feeling nauseous. The food had tasted funny but he had been too hungry to care. Now he regretted it. The room slowly dimmed around him and he wasn’t certain if the situation was caused by his own sight or if it really was happening. When the shadows began to move, he knew it was his own fault. And yet, he couldn’t help but curl up into the corner and whimper in terror. The sounds around him, real or not, were making everything even worse. There was no way out. The walls were creeping closer. When things started to be too much to bear, all he could do was to scream.

Twilight woke up in fright. The scream left from within him before he even understood it. He sat up while snatching the knife to defend himself but that was when he saw it. The Mark of the Wolf. He froze for a moment while having unconsciously stopped his action of the throw and turned the knife away from being a danger to the one whom had crashed into his room. He was safe. He wasn’t at that place. He had someone whom cared and believed him.

“Cub?” Time called carefully while having been actually surprised of not having had to try and avoid a flying knife. The moment that word left from his mouth, his boy already scrambled out of the bed, dropped the knife into the night table and dashed to him. He barely had enough of time to crouch down and spread his arms to catch Twilight.

Twilight wrapped his arms tightly around Time and broke down. He felt the one eyed male carefully embrace him. He didn’t fully hear the words but he took in the comforting and soft voice of his caretaker. He gave out a slight yelp when Time sat them both down to the floor. While crying, he told the nightmare out and felt the hold bit tighten around him. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep in the ranch owner’s hold.

Time didn’t move from his place nor did he let go or stop talking. He could’ve picked the boy up and taken him to the bed but he wasn’t going to do such. In his opinion it was safer to let the boy sleep where he was and guard his rest as he had been given such rights.

When the Cucco finally gave the call of the morning, Twilight yawned and carefully stretched. “Morning, Cub. How are you?” Time’s voice started him and he snapped his eyes open. The one eyed male was smiling fondly at him while holding him securely but still in such way that he could easily get away if he wanted to.

“Morning.” Twilight replied and closed his eyes before snuggling closer to his caretaker. He smiled when he felt Time sigh in relief and tighten the hold. This was exactly where he was feeling at safe and protected. “Thank you.”

“Hmm? For what?” Time queried with slight frown.

Twilight sighed contently while fully relaxing. “Everything. For absolutely everything,” He replied with a smile before taking his caretaker fully off guard by kissing the side of his head. Yet, after the first shock, he felt Time quite well melt by that action. ”Thank you, alpha wolf.” He whispered with a slight grin.

“You’re welcome, Cub.” Time replied while smiling fondly. He knew for certainty that his boy was on way to healing. Things were going to be all right from here on out. Obviously, though, since they had missed the chance of hot chocolate in the middle of the night, it was their drink with the simple breakfast.

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thebibliomancer · 10 months ago

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Earth X #2

I’m seeing a couple Things, a Giant-Sized Thing, a bearded Doom, and a whole lot of Kirby krackle. This issue must focus on the Fantastic Four.

What does this Bad Future have in store for the first family of Marvel? Nothing good, probably.

First of all, yes, Uatu is still being a massive prick. To Aaron Stack specifically and also just in general.

When Uatu is recapping the concept of the Fantastic Four for Aaron/the audience, he scornfully calls Reed’s concern for Ben Grimm something that limited Reed.

I thought Uatu liked the superheroes of Earth but he’s had a bad couple years, getting mysteriously blinded and all. Still though.

The Inhuman royal family shows up on Ben Grimm’s doorstep on their quest to find the missing prince.

Ben is actually retired from the superhero game. Retired and married to Alicia with two mini Thing children.

Alicia herself was affected by the mass empowering event. She’s got Kirby krackle eyes and can imbue life in her sculptures.

The Inhumans ask what the heck happened to the Fantastic Four while they were gone and Ben shares the sad story.

The mass empowering caused food shortages. I dunno if it’s because everyone needed so many more calories or whether the supply lines were just disrupted.

Consequently, countries began fishing EVEN MORE to feed their citizens. Which was related to the ocean and so pissed off Namor.

When the UN met to discuss the food crisis, Namor asked for a seat at the table. But the UN didn’t recognize Atlantis as a real place and told him to fuck off.

So Doom was easily able to recruit Namor in a scheme to attack the UN and hold the food supply hostage.

He who controls the hamburgers, controls the world.

Captain America and the Fantastic Four jumped into action to stop them. And Johnny Storm, the Human Torch, decides he’s got Namor.

Except Namor has him.

Namor kills Johnny. Right in front of Franklin. Who I guess has never had to really reckon with death.

(You brought him to the battle? You couldn’t get a babysitter or something?)

Enraged, Franklin uses his reality manipulation powers to wish Namor was constantly on fire.

The burning fish man flees screaming into the ocean, leaving the Terrific Three and Captain America to confront Doom.

Doom tries to bargain for his life against a FURIOUS Sue by claiming he knows what caused the mass empowering and he knows how to fix it.

Reed rejects the notion in disbelief because the mass empowering, what fucked the world, was caused by an experiment he was running to use vibranium to bring free energy to the world. Surely!

Vibranium altered the whole of humanity on a cellular level! That’s the explanation Reed believes!

(I have some doubts, given Doom suggested an alternative theory existed but never explained it.)

And then Doom exits scene pursued by Sue and both seemingly explode.

In grief, Reed takes over as Doctor Doom. Moving into Doom’s castle in Latveria and wearing Doom’s armor and working ceaselessly on trying to fix the world.

He works with equally shut-in and beardy Tony Stark over video chat but Tony is losing hope this is a problem they can fix. That maybe this is just the new normal and they’re obsolete.

These are the thoughts Tony thinks if he goes too long without shaving.

Also, in the issue, Captain America in his flag toga and Wyatt Wingfoot break into the crashed Helicarrier to use Nick Fury’s flying car to get to California to investigate the new Red Skull.

(The background info of last issue suggested that Nick Fury is dead but that there are tons of his old Life Model Decoys causing trouble around the world.)

The all-new all-different Daredevil finally appears. He’s the daredevil for a circus, the man without fear because nothing can kill him.

I cannot fathom so far why this new Daredevil gets so much focus. He appeared on the cover of issue 1 despite not appearing in person. There were posters of him in the backgrounds of some scenes in issue 1 and the Thing children were watching him on TV. And now he gets a whole extended sequence at the circus where the audience is invited to shoot flamethrowers at him.

Then minions of the Red Skull show up to kidnap the audience.

Hi Domino, Sunspot, and Sandman.

Guess there’s going to be some spot the cameo with Red Skull’s crowd.

Back of the book worldbuilding info: the mutated world has been great for some people. The Moloids enjoy surface tourism and revere Reed as a saint on the assumption he caused it.

The Skrulls and Kree have refugee populations on Earth after their forever war reduced both empires to a cinder.

And although the mutants were blamed for the mass empowering event, they blend in far too well to catch hate anymore.

Other popular theories were: the government caused it, a curse caused it, and evolution caused it.

So I’m assuming that none of those are correct and neither is Reed’s theory about the vibranium energy project being the cause.

There’s so many issues left. And this is the big mystery. The correct answer surely is not on the table yet.

So to sum up: Avengers dead, half the Fantastic Four dead, Captain America is wearing a toga, Norman Osborn runs America, mind control alien squid on the loose, and a new Red Skull causing trouble.

Earth X is a mess.

#Earth X #liveblog #fantastic four

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xbullseye · 1 year ago

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@defectivexfragmented

Dex knew his moral compass didn't exactly point due north. When his therapist encouraged him to find a role model, of sorts, someone whose goodness he could strive to emulate, he knew she'd meant an ordinary person like a first responder or a suicide hotline operator, and that had worked fine for him for years. She probably hadn't meant an actual superhero, but after the attack on New York, of course he'd latched onto the Avenger who couldn't miss.

He'd followed the stories about Hawkeye obsessively (the only way he knew how to have an interest in something, really), and letting the hero guide his actions had worked better than anything else ever had. He'd hesitated to dig deeper into Clint Barton's life. For some reason, it had seemed important to keep a distinction between the Avenger and the man, like it might jinx it if he ever met his hero or came to see him as a real person. Most people just weren't that good. He didn’t want to lose that trust he had in Hawkeye's goodness.

That had come crashing down around him when he'd seen Clint on a tour of an apartment building. Dex hated the whole process of moving. It disrupted the careful order he needed to keep his mind quiet and his darker impulses in check, but it was a necessary evil. He hadn’t even been positive the man in the hooded sweatshirt had been Clint Barton at first. He’d tried to talk himself out of the notion. Then he'd broken the rule about prying into his personal life, done some digging, and found out that Barton did, in fact, own the building.

And that was the problem with breaking a rule. It led to breaking another, and another, and another, until he was in so deep he couldn't stop himself. He’d called the building manager and signed a lease the next day. Within a week, he was moving in, and then he'd gone on a deep dive of Clint Barton's entire life. He’d even been in his apartment a couple times while he was out, rifling through his things like they would help him get to know the man.

He wanted, badly, to actually speak to him, but it was frustratingly hard to run into him. Dex's work schedule for the FBI was rigid and often demanding, which was exactly what he needed. By comparison, Clint’s seemed sporadic, and he hadn’t been able to nail down any specific times he came or went. It was always swiftly and with something to keep him from being noticed, a hood or sunglasses. It didn’t take a genius to realize the other tenants didn't know who he was, and Clint didn’t want them to.

After weeks of failing to run into him by accident, he’d been forced to come up with a different plan. It caused him almost physical pain to deliberately shut his keys behind a locked door-- Dex, who hated a crooked picture on the wall or a train that was a minute late. They were neighbors though; it made sense to knock on this door over any other, on a day when he was sure Clint was home and the building manager wasn't. He offered a slightly sheepish smile when the door opened. "How good are you at breaking and entering? I, uh… just locked myself out."

#chat: clint #defectivexfragmented #verse: north star #tw: stalking #we're out of control i'm sorry #no need to match #carrie write shorter replies challenge: fail #let me know if anything needs changing! <3

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anthonybialy · 1 year ago

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War on Sense

Learning why people don’t get along and how they get by are two crucial behavioral aspects to grasp, which is why liberals struggle with both. They don’t understand war or the economy. It’s nice to be predictable. But downsides can outweigh benefits of knowing what’s to come, as seen when conflict races for destitution to become the year’s top theme. The winner doesn’t matter when humanity’s doomed to lose.

It’s bad to fight and be poor. I think we’ve reached common ground. Figuring how to stop those things seems to constitute a decent cause. War’s self-professed biggest enemies think they’re the first and only humans to grasp the notion, which is especially daft considering their axis makes the possibility of rampant military maneuvering far likelier.

Accusing the attacked party of committing genocide would spur head-shaking laughter if not for the corpse count. The showiest defenders of the downtrodden side against a country minding its own business that was attacked without cause. But at least they possess no understanding of collateral damage in pursuit of a righteous cause. Today’s liberals would’ve demanded caution while invading Normandy.

You’d think professed opponents of bad things would pursue policies that would constrain meagerness and combat. But realizing they cause what they decry isn’t going to stop professional preeners. Their very non-self-righteous statements against things being bad merely seem even sillier.

Nobody enjoys conflict, we tell ourselves between UFC bouts. Yet there might be a legitimate reason to fight another party aside from wagering. Invaders who murdered all the babies they could find are begging you to fight back. Hamas villainy is biblical-level, which is fitting in its way. Don’t credit their diabolical nature. Their twisted allies are too focused on shrieking that Israel somehow stole land that’s been theirs since history’s start. Or maybe they thought Hamas was engaged in the right to choose.

Weakness in the face of wickedness is supposed to convince the latter they’re being so uncool. But they double down. You’re supposed to be impressed by their commitment to their idiotic cause. Hellions thriving is the one thing more constant in the 2020s than money being worthless.

There’s good news if you seek evidence of bad news. That’s the closest to optimism you’ll find. Fleeing from brutes is a common habit worldwide. Enablers tell us their charity cases are oppressed both in American cities and around a rather chaotically depressing globe. Reflexively thinking miscreants are underdogs worth supporting leads to the wrong kind of consistency. Participants blame law enforcement for violations as ardently as they do a republic hunting down marauders who committed a sin a bit worse than not paying admission while crashing a music festival.

Unchecked class warfare warriors have moved past simple demanding for disarming, which was at least charming in naïveté. Cheering for villains isn’t just for professional wrestling enthusiasts who cathartically cope with fantasies about being naughty by buying Ric Flair action figures. The reality isn’t faked, unlike all-time disgusting claims terror enthusiasts make about Israel resembling the Third Reich. Residents under the care of Hamas sure seem unhealthy for a place with more hospitals than American cities have Starbucks.

Pretending they’re on the side of the underprivileged leads to attacks against those who truly are. Irony doesn’t heal wounds. Hamas fiends attacking then hiding behind the innocent is curious behavior for a group allegedly fighting for the freedom of the downtrodden. Creating more people suffering doesn’t count. Excuses for attacking Israel are only partly about the most anciently abominable prejudice. One side having less surely happens because they were exploited and not because they rely on entitlements. Gaza is a Blue State.

There just needs to be a bit more seizing in order for everyone to profit, so don’t lose faith now. Taking money in order to make people richer doesn’t exactly appear to be self-sustaining. But that’s only because you’ve been brainwashed by manipulative amalgamations into thinking you have to exchange something to get something.

Money must be supervised. It could end up in the wrong hands. You see, seized funds are reassigned to the correct recipients, which is to say those who cruel corporate titans decided didn’t deserve it. Handouts seem even paltrier after the gangster takes his vig. Politicians don’t resemble mobsters in that they’re unable to preserve law and order.

Enemies of having war and not having money have gotten their way. The world is coincidentally broke in multiple senses under Joe Biden’s grandfatherly guidance. Acting as if everything was busted when they arrived is yet one more way liberals dodge consequences. Taping together glass they smashed is not as charmingly artistic as advertised on Etsy. Warmongers and profiteers are used to being blamed even though profiting has been a clear challenge since January 2021 while mongering war just happened to simultaneously spike.

Enthusiastic helpers might want to stop. Claiming to help while making life worse is a tradition as long and shameful as anti-Semitism. There’s a reason statist beliefs must be mandated. Conflict and penury that results from policies supposedly engineered to avoid them adds to already unhealthy levels of cognitive dissonance. Trying to keep themselves in business makes it tough for legitimate operations. Liberals love nothing more than to express outrage. As a result, nothing worthwhile moves quickly.

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Ruster pt.3

Buster: [mhmm we were so mean about that but we let y’all do enough for this boy to be visibly affected by it and sweating rn even though we all know he’s worked out much harder not to mention had actual boxing matches, thank god none of the fam are around for this because it would be embarrassing how obvious all of this is, equally obvious is the fact he isn’t going harder just because he wants her to fight back, y’all are into it now, literally any excuse to touch her or press his body against hers in any way possible without going too far]

Rio: [which is why y’all didn’t need an alive audience right now because we can all see what’s happening here, even if we must keep up the fighting back just enough so he doesn’t stop, just enough to change how and where y’all are touching, to see how far this ‘attack’ can take you]

Buster: [truly, this boy is giving phonecall breathing rn which is another throwback for y’all but another dead giveaway if anyone else is around because you have no business breathing this dramatically hard when she’s barely fighting back and lbr even if she was giving it her all because she’s a tiny girl, catch him pushing her up against whatever available surface that is regardless of whether it’s a wall/fence/the inanimate object if nothing else is available because he simply must, it’s FINE, it’s still giving fight technically even if it’s giving bedroom door harder]

Rio: [swearing under your breath, which is of course also insane because how could it not be, pushing back almost hard enough to break out but you aren’t doing it to free yourself you just had to react that violently about it, LOOKING over your shoulder at him, scowling like you’re furious because in a way you are, just not the intended rage way for this self-defence lesson]

Buster: [his jaw clenching visibly he’s having to do it that hard to avoid letting a noise escape about all of this, maintaining the LOOK with insane levels of eye contact until (despite when he took the piss about Nancy’s hairpulling antics) having to do it himself in this moment as hot move because he pulled her head back that fateful day pre-door when he was being extra about the inside of her mouth and ofc he remembers it vividly, we can pretend it’s just another tactic like the arm lock but it isn’t]

Rio: [actually beyond shameless the way you have forgotten any notion of fighting back the second he pulls your hair, letting your body crash back into his with no resistance because that’s all going into you not MOANING, the way the silence is truly deafening as you fight for no sound to come out of your open mouth right now]

Buster: [mhmm, there is a FULL beat here when he’s just STARING at her open mouth totally forgetting where they are or what they are supposed to be doing, which in the next second makes him even more determined to remember and thus get her to fight back, saying it so breathlessly and indecently, and in the pause between the 2 words, like punctuation, pushing her even harder against whatever he has her pressed against rn and thus his body into hers with so much !! it’s giving dry hump completely for the first time, he might as well have said fuck me instead of fight back, pushing his fingers into her mouth like he did that day but not at all because it isn’t soft and he’s showing her how to do a fish hook move]

Rio: [it’s a good thing you’re pinned because the way we are THIS close to leaning in to try and kiss him when he’s in our face like that is so dangerous and you’re already on thin ice, spreading your legs further apart could be you making yourself harder to knock down but it ain’t why you did it and he’ll know it when you can’t hold back the SOUNDS any longer because he’s got his fingers in your mouth, grabbing his clothes, whatever part of his fit your hands find, balling up your fists]

Buster: [the girls are losing it, by which I mean this boy haha, shamelessly dryhumping this girl in a rhythm we can’t pretend is anything else as he pins her wrists over her head with BOTH of his hands and then they’re just HOLDING hands like that, hard but a handhold nevertheless, nothing to see here but everything to see here]

Rio: [GRIPPING his hands with the actual strength you haven’t been putting into this lesson so far lol because please don’t go without saying it because you know how real the desperation is and lord knows you’ve lost most of your dignity here with the unhinged ways you’re finding to move against him]

Buster: [MOANING because she has actually put some strength into something and ofc it’s that and you don’t want her to ever let go or vice versa, so, not caring how loud that would be after how quiet he has been, because he can’t stop it and nor does he want to, throwing this gal to the floor (RIP his pastel fit) and pinning her there now instead with his entire body, we can pretend it’s still thinly under the self-defence guise how he does it but everyone is aware of the truth]

Rio: [y’all are gonna be a mess and that alone should make you stop but of course, it only turns you on more, as does having the wind knocked out of you by the cold hard ground and this boy, literally here unable to breathe because of him and still not doing anything to stop him (nor fix your own very floaty outfit which will almost certainly have ridden up in various ways by now)]

Buster: [literally, you had this self-defence plan and you still wore this sir, you wanna be Smithy and Nessa in that scene, we all see you, you love it, hence they’re rolling around on the cold hard (possibly wet and/or muddy) ground essentially fucking if not for the clothes they’re wearing, it’s that blatant now, as is his hand clamped over her mouth as hard as they were handholding before as if she’s gonna scream when she can’t even breathe]

Rio: [me like I told y’all to change but exactly, you wanted this to happen, even if it was just from ‘self-defence’ though it was never going to be that pure, we know, you didn’t necessarily expect it to get this far all things considered, just here trying not to immediately pass out the way your rolled eyes might suggest you already have, clawing at his hand over your mouth ‘cos famously not what you’re meant to do and a waste of time but you wanna because you don’t want him to stop]

Buster: [my boo warned y’all but getting away with being feral under the fam’s noses is y’all’s kink and you won’t be told, the escalation is iconic always, shaking his head like no no as if he really cares about the self-defence of it all still and her fighting back how she’s meant to when he simply does not, taking his hand away and putting them both around her throat, leaving them there like a warning that she’ll get choked to death if she doesn’t as he tells her what she should’ve done instead in such a daddy tone]

Rio: [nodding like oh I see, I understand my mistake now but let’s be real, you’re just here seeing how hard it is to do it when his hands are covering your whole throat like that, all you can do is give him BIG EYES]

Buster: [when her eyes are so big he can’t breathe either, stopping so suddenly when she looks at him and nods like that that the silence is DRAMATIC and so charged with !! doing a lil squeeze around her throat at the same time as he finally manages to take a breath, cinematically, looking at his rolex (another throwback) timing it so that he doesn’t leave it longer than a beat before he lets go ‘protect yourself’ the unspoken or I have to in the fact he barely touched her unlike how someone who was trying to kill you would]

Rio: [truly stopping breathing too in a way that would be comical under better circumstances but everything is so precarious you’re genuinely terrified that went too far and he’s about to get up and go, right up until he’s looking at his watch because you know that as the throwback it is and that gives you permission to do a sigh of relief once you’re able to, another nod, more seriously, like I will]

Buster: [choking her more dramatically like okay show me what you’re gonna do to stop me, barely letting her get the nod out because element of surprise always, doing the most without leaving her with actual bruises about it, using his forearm instead to apply the pressure and checking his watch the entire time because actual countdown now for her to do something but LOOKING at her too obvs, he’s gotta]

Rio: [when one of the best things to do is smash your palms against their ears to burst their ear drums, so I WONT be doing that lol, another not terrible idea is to kick ‘em whilst faking out trying to pull their hands away, so you can demonstrate that by really slamming your body into him, hard enough to actually stop him? Probably not but he’ll feel it and see your vision nevertheless]

Buster: [lol imagine if she did that and he’s just deaf now, move over Bobby, instead he do see her vision and he is rewarding her with a ‘good girl’ because into it, even if he is still gonna tell her what she could’ve done because lessons are attempting to be learnt here and it’s also an excuse to hold her head very softly in contrast to what he’s describing that we’ve gotta take because I love some contrasting softness]

Rio: [just suddenly gets that into it and you are indeed fighting for your life lmao, thankfully not into that but we are into you describing this casual violence in our ear whilst being soft about it, biting the inside of our mouth to pay attention and stop ourself from reacting]

Buster: [the juxtaposition is once again cinematic and gorgeous of you, well done, guys and more importantly well done my boo and I, once he’s done describing this horrific act of violence, realising that she’s biting the inside of her mouth (because always) and his mouth moving from her ear to against her jaw and then her cheek just like he did that day, only letting his breath touch her the same way, not making contact like he didn’t then ‘don’t’ practically as a whisper because it’s so quiet and soft]

Rio: [my boo says most of all I’d like to thank myself and she is so right for that, here squirming so much more than you were ever when you were meant to be fighting for your life because you’re remembering that moment as it happens again and DYING about it, opening your mouth enjoy to show you’ve stopped biting it and to do some more iconic gasping about it]

Buster: [LOOKING inside of her open mouth exactly like he did the first time and putting his finger in her mouth in exactly the same way too, duh, just recreating the moment perfectly here and now as if they’re rewinding back to it because that’s all they both really want lbr, right down to the hair stroke and everything, but the one difference is his GASP because he can’t help but to when he feels how much more she has bitten it since then]

Rio: [when you really shoulda known (and honestly, you did) that he was going to take it there and commit to the full recreation but you’re so overwhelmed by the fact it is happening again and it feels as indecent as it did the first time that your sounds are FERAL, so glad you are outside and as far from the fam as you can be without straight up leaving because that is somehow loud as hell despite the fact he’s all up in your mouth so it shouldn’t be, hitting him with an involuntary WRIST GRAB on the hand he’s using]

Buster: [when her involuntary wrist grab makes him do an involuntary eye close which is as telling as it was on that day even though like that day it’s a if she blinked too she’d miss it moment, because she won’t miss it, she never does any of his reactions however small, again that contrast is marvellous because she’s being extra but he’s being as extra subtly with that same loss of composure, swallowing hard as if he’s the one with a finger in his mouth]

Rio: [heheh sorry we’re too obsessed with you for that to ever happen, boy, casually no way for you to breathe and us not to notice when we’re in the same room, covering his eyes and making him close them again with your fingertips, pretending you’re demonstrating how you could dig your thumbs in if you needed but you’re acknowledging the moment shamelessly, likewise when you tap his adam’s apple that’s bobbing up and down from that big swallow]

Buster: [not you shamelessly reaching out with your eyes closed, his fingers brushing against the bottom of her top so it isn’t a hem throwback but lowkey almost is, touching her exposed stomach as if it’s an accident because his eyes are closed but nothing this boy has ever done is, likewise the band of her skirt at the top, just gently holding it between his fingers for no reason at all except that you want to]

Rio: [when this is truly the most y’all have ever touched each other, like literally touched with your hands and you are NOT OKAY about it, holding your breath like you don’t want him to feel your belly without holding it in but really you just must hold back, stroking his throat now, so slowly and purposefully, like you had your hands around his and he needs comforting but really you just gotta touch him too, tracing his jawline from ear to ear whilst you’re at it]

Buster: [‘breathe’ because you know she isn’t, doing your own DEEP breaths as if she needs a demo how of this too and you aren’t just trying not to lose your mind at how she’s touching you, opening his eyes because he didn’t dare to before now in case it broke this precarious spell y’all are under rn, LOOKING at her like he needs to watch her breathe]

Rio: [getting the chance to do as he says and copy him at the same time making you as buzzing as you would expect, running your hand down to his chest to lay your palm there and feel the rise and fall]

Buster: [taking his chance to copy her by laying his own palm on her chest too, simply must, doing a lil smile involuntarily which makes my hormonal ass wanna sob because she said she’d never see it]

Rio: [this girl like hard same, about to cry or launch yourself at him, neither of which you actually dare do because you know that could be the too much that ends this all, doing the same tentative smile back though, after that inner turmoil and managing to not do either ‘are they the same?’ in the quietest voice of all time, casually, having not spoken this whole time, I believe]

Buster: [When she literally has not I don’t think, so those being her first words are truly iconic from you boo, she swore under her breath but that doesn’t count, what a mastermind move that I love to see, as does this boy, he is NOT okay about finally hearing her speak to him and that being what she says or its delivery ‘of course they still are’ gently but insistently because we need her to believe that hasn’t changed from when he said they were before]

Rio: [when the most upsetting thing he said to you was y’all not being the same so of course you gotta use your voice to make him say otherwise now, smiling at him slightly bigger without fully beaming, pressing your hand into his chest more, as if you can leave a handprint if you do it hard enough]

Buster: [doing likewise, hard enough to push her away slightly but only so that he can bring her back and hug her because she said earlier that she wanted to, which is massive because he isn’t a hugger, we know this, catch him counting to 5 because she said if only for 5 seconds and then pushing her away again but so softly and playfully, purely because she said that too]

Rio: [doing the softest laugh into his chest because he isn’t a hugger but that was the only way you could think of comforting him at the time and now it just seems like it was for you, laughing a little louder when he pushes you away after the five seconds like oh you ‘is that all you can handle?’ giving him a playful little push yourself like okay baby but you’re being too soft for any of this to really hit]

Buster: [fully picking her up and cradling her to him like he did when they were at the top of the stairs that day, as if you’re doing it to prove yourself when she asks that and not as another shameless recreation and something you just want]

Rio: [when you’re such a hugger you don’t need to be asked twice, here pressing yourself into him like you can disappear, at least it looks like you’re wrestling or something because truly out here holding onto him like your life depends on it rn as you shamelessly commit how he smells and feels and looks to your memory]

Buster: [his breath catching involuntarily (as another throwback) at how in this hug she is and how much he LOVES this and now wants to stay like this forever, it’s as big of a giveaway as is it was that day too again but he doesn’t care if she sees the momentary display of ‘weakness’ this time either, saying her name like his life depends on it because feelings are so high]

Rio: [putting your whole body weight onto him without trying to hold any back, just like let me be a warm weighted blanket to show you why cuddling is important, making soothing noises like it’s okay but clearly with full sincerity, there is no pisstaking going on right now ‘mm?’ softly into his neck where you’ve laid your head now]

Buster: [unable to not make a quiet !! noise about her full body weight hitting him like that and how good it and all this other softness feels, blurting out ‘I need you to stay’ in direct contrast to his I need you to leave which we all remember vividly, he could just mean exactly like this where and how she is rn but he does not]

Rio: [rubbing your face against his neck like a cat right now because that noise was so adorable and you are fighting every natural urge to just kiss him so hard hence you must love upon him in this different way, almost headbutting his jaw when he blurts this out because you would feel like you’re dreaming or fully making this all up at this point, just righting the wrongs and repeating everything else that was already perfect, nbd ‘I won’t go anywhere’ shifting your weight so you can find his hands to hold]

Buster: [they’re living their best lives and they deserve to, 1000% getting tickled by her hair but does he care no because that’s keeping him tethered and feeling like this is real which is as necessary for him as it is her atm, hence knowing she feels like she’s in a dream and gently pinching her where he touched her stomach before because exposed skin]

Rio: [making a hey! Sort of noise like he’s being cheeky but it sounds almost sleepy it’s so soft and full of love because he is not and you know what he’s doing and it’s only making you wrap yourself around him tighter, which is somehow still possible]

Buster: [making another soft !! noise at how their bodies fit together so perfectly because we really haven’t let y’all experience it enough to be anything but a novelty, giving her the biggest heart eyes in the world so even if she’s not looking at him she’ll be able to feel them]

Rio: [just enjoy our breathing/heart rate quickening at this sensation and realisation because you can’t begin to verbalise how right this feels because you want no hint of comparison talk to taint what you actually mean so you simply gotta zip it and let him know how you feel in these unspoken ways]

Buster: [enjoy his lips brushing over the pulse point of her neck, slowly and deliberately, with barely any pressure like when they were pressing their lips against each others in the previous convo because he did enjoy the obvious effect on her breathing and heart rate there]

Rio: [the smallest moan about it because you can’t not, even if you are being sure not to move so much you move yourself into his lips touching you any harder than the pressure he decided to apply]

Buster: [his hips moving about it because somehow that small moan is more indecent and important than any of the feral sounds she made before and he likewise can’t not react]

Rio: [holding his head closer to yours, doing more of your cat thing because you can’t deal and you gotta move against him so he doesn’t stop, sound escaping through the lips you are pursing together]

Buster: [pressing his forehead to hers as he continues to move because their faces need to be that close, clearly, and touching in a safer way than the kissing they so obviously both wanna initiate but have not, keeping her there with a hand in her hair as if she’s trying to go anywhere, but really he’s just enjoying his fingers getting tangled up in the curls]

Rio: [copying how his hands are in your curls in his and having to big smile about it because you love his hair and have missed being able to be all in it, touching him in any way lbr, it is unhinged to be LOOKING at him this close up but of course you are]

Buster: [doing his own slightly bigger smile (than the little one he did earlier) at hers because she’s beautiful and there’s a reason Moses has it literally tattooed on him (however much we all wish he didn’t) ‘talk to me’ said practically against her lips because of the proximity and because they loved to do that last time, wanting her to speak because she barely has and you’ve been running your mouth the entire time]

Rio: [here with your lips mm away from his whilst you think desperately of what you should and should not say, licking your own lips because nerves which inevitably means you licked his too a tiny bit ‘I need you to stay too’ whispered like that’s a secret]

Buster: [could NOT be any more turned on by the accidental lip licking contact, it’s simply not possible, so letting her know and feel that with how he’s once again moving as well as literally getting goosebumps about it which she can also feel because of how insanely close all of their skin is ‘I won’t go anywhere either’]

Rio: [doing it again, intentionally, letting it happen for 5 seconds like the first hug just to see what he does, playing with his earlobes softly, then tracing the goosebumps you can see on his neck and shoulders, shaking slightly about it ‘you make me feel so good’]

Buster: [doing a hot lol when she starts counting, practically in her mouth because closeness, like oh you, shaking his head (barely because there’s no space to and they don’t want to create any) like no no again, and once again, as another recreation moment, using his tongue like he did his finger inside of her mouth ‘you are’ when he’s got nowhere left to run his tongue over, because she is so good and he won’t change his mind about that]

Rio: [the absolute heart eyes at his laugh, holding his tongue in your mouth like you’re not going to let him go because you don’t want to and this is enough encouragement for you to lick his lips like you are still a cat and this is how you kiss, not at all casually licking his whole face about it as you whimper]

Buster: [‘that’s how it’s always been’ because one thing about this boy he loves to steal her words and repeat them back and that’s what she said that day in response to him talking about their heartbeats and it’s as true here and now for how good she is + how good he can and does make her feel, getting those words out when he’s able to speak, not at all casually because she’s licking his whole face and it’s distracting so it’s taking him almost as long as her antics ‘and I’m not going to ignore it now’ again her words but changed slightly to fit how determined he is not to slip back into his old ways, in this moment at least because lord knows I can’t promise he won’t ever]

Rio: [kneading your hands in his lap shamelessly because you cannot allow him to ignore you ever again is very much the message you’re putting across here, sticking your tongue in his ears and nose and mouth again just being unhinged and overexcitable because he’s letting you ‘I’m yours’ like it’s that simple, a fact we can’t ignore]

Buster: [repeating back the ‘I’m yours’ the first chance he can when she’s making speaking almost impossible but she did to him that day when he said it and therefore he must, pulling her face back to his with both his hands so he can say ‘you’re mine’ fully into her mouth though because the repetition but also distinction of that feels necessary]

Rio: [going from pad-pawing at his crotch to quite shamelessly grabbing it when he says I’m yours like okay then this is mine too thank you but before you can say anything he’s hitting you with that and has you changing whatever you were going to say into saying ‘Buster’s’ in a totally unnecessary way just to say his name like that into his mouth]

Buster: [when the crotch grab was already sending you but hearing her say his name for the first time today (not as a written convo or when she’s trying to apologise for something/it has sad or angry vibes which are not at all these) has him shamelessly fucking her hand and unable to stop, god bless, MOANING into her mouth about it, calling her baby for the first time in forever because he isn’t a full grown man so it isn’t creepy when he does it thank you Moses]

Rio: [I fear the girlies are gone and there’s no turning back at this point, here facilitating this as much as possible without undressing him (yet) but you’re asking him if he wants that, when you’ve volleyed your own involuntary moans back at the baby and how these antics have you feeling]

Buster: [it’s feral hours but we evilly cockblocked you before so we’ve gotta give you something, I say when we do not ever need to technically but shh, ‘I need you to touch me’ because true and they literally haven’t yet so it would feel like a need at this point]

Rio: [we will let you have this or I fear yous may actually die, we can always stop it at this act by having people sound nearer by than you would like, but for now, nodding like I know you do and also like okay, I’m actually going to do this, because you’ve done a lot of stuff over the phone but we let y’all do so little in person before bombing it so we out here like omg this is real]

Buster: [literally, or I could have him be like oh no I shouldn’t have done that when the post nut clarity hits because that’s every man ever without him also needing to be like I hate you goodbye, just like oops well that was a bit extra of us all things considered rn, but anyway, here in this moment he’s regretting nothing, far from it, instead he’s telling her how intense this is already because everything with them is always that heightened]

Rio: [exactly, we will work out how we want to do it because legit reaction from him there but we aren’t contemplating that at all in this moment when you’re here determined to be the most extra you can be with your own two hands and make him die like he’s never died before lol ‘I know’ as you are LOOKING because you see and you feel it and it’s making you UNWELL with how into it you are and you aren’t even being touched today]

Buster: [WATCHING her hands so intently because he can’t believe they are actually and finally hers and this isn’t just some other girl and his imagination, his chest heaving about how much better than a fantasy this is because he’s likewise NOT okay about how into it he is so we’re back to INSANE breathing, it’s a full circle moment back to the beginning of their self defence antics truly, going to bite his lip when she tells him she feels it too because that has him feeling like he could be LOUD enough to alert her far away neighbours never mind the fam, but then thinking hang on she’s the one responsible for this why bite myself and pressing his lips back to her pulse point hard enough to deliberately leave a bruise, counting to 5 in his head as if that means he still has some self control when this is the most reckless behaviour, but we all know he wants to be able to see this lovebite later and be reminded this really happened even if it means someone else might see it too, in the last seconds pinching her skin between his teeth, not only to make the bruise more !! but for the pinch of it all again obvs for her like yeah you’re doing this to me]

Rio: [when you have to LOOK up at him and take a moment because truly, the realisation that this is real and we’re both here in the physical realm right now and not just fantasising over the phone, the force of your EYE CONTACT cannot be overstated it’s like you’ve slapped him with it almost, even before you are leaning in, clumsily and roughly because you’re too desperate to be careful or take your time here, really PRESSING your forehead against his to HEAVY BREATHE at each other dramatically and share this moment, why not make yourself even more dizzily, deliriously turned on here as you continue to do the most touching him without even looking because you must look into his eyes, purely doing it by how it feels and his reactions now, heavy breathing turning into outright PANTING and GASPING when he gives you this lovebite, you can’t grab him with your hands because they are busy right now so you’re here burying your face into his hair and tugging it into your mouth ferally because how else can you express your own !! here]

Buster: [finally let me do a reply after 40 years, excuse you christmas, we’re on easter time, mhmm, on the one hand it still wouldn’t feel real but on the other it couldn’t possibly feel more real rn and he likewise couldn’t be dying more about it, the eye contact is off the charts insane because he’s refusing to close them for even a second despite how much he’d need to given all these antics, saying ‘harder’ (also despite her already doing the most) as if he’s still telling her to give more oomf to blinding a scarecrow/easter prop with his serious self defence voice because this boy doesn’t know how much more of this he can take (despite x3 never wanting it to end also, so we know how indecent and breathless and !! it would sound too) PRESSING into the lovebite with his hand so that the pulse point bruise is even more dramatic (like he’s following his own instruction) but using said hand then to guide her back to him and crash their mouths together to finally kiss (because him exploring the inside of her bitten mouth doesn’t technically count and especially won’t when compared to this kiss he’s initiated) going SO hard at it (again as if he’s following his own instruction and advice) because it would feel like forever since their last (and first) makeout sesh which mcvickers rudely interrupted]

Rio: [when it feels like you can’t shut your eyes, the way your body is simply refusing to miss a second either, even though all the pleasure coursing through you is demanding the opposite as a rule so the conflict has you even more hyperaware of everything that is happening and the effect on all your senses right now, the way you are going so much harder than you did the entire time you were supposed to be learning to fight at this instruction, can hardly call it fighting when you are so willingly being lead into this kiss (obviously, because you have wanted nothing more this whole time) but you are going at this like a competition you can win and he is simultaneously the prize and your opponent to crush nbd, forever going to be SHOOK in your bones by how much kissing him gets you, it somehow always feels so much more forbidden than the stuff that is by rights worse that you were already doing there, hence you are actually shaking even if you can’t stop what you’re doing longer than to GASP]

Buster: [proud of y’all for your eyes both not just straight up rolling back into your heads this entire time tbh because the sensory overload is constant, even more so now because this boy couldn’t be more thrilled at how willingly she’s following that instruction immediately or the fact that she’s actually being competitive for once, thank god for the kissing happening because he’s gonna be LOUD af until this is over and the breathing was bad enough when that was occurring but the unhinged noises don’t need to be something anyone else hears thank you very much, at least you won’t wanna stop MAKING OUT the entire time because all the reasons my boo said are entirely valid and totally mutual for him, it really cranks things up a notch and escalates them more than any other antics could, hence this boy is LOSING IT as hard as he is atm but that won’t stop him from reaching for his jumper wherever that was abandoned and wrapping it round her shoulders when he feels her shaking (not stopping the kiss ever, so doing it by feel like has lowkey gone blind, very apt) which is giving when he was tying her up with it earlier lowkey because everything is being done frantically and with !!]

Rio: [truly, you two not completely losing it and yourselves here seems impossible but you are just hanging on and deserve to be commended for that, not to mention the logistical fact that she can only take a hand off of his dick max here so really doing everything just using your mouth and still somehow seeming VIOLENT with it when you can’t physically pin him in place with your hands, live your best lives guys, we’re going to be kind and let you finish however unhinged this moment gets (not that you know that but shh) so enjoy it, the memory of and being able to watch him be this frantic with this jumper moment again will absolutely KILL you, girl, being the only reason you can coherently say ‘I need to touch you’ because you blurt it out]

Buster: [makes me laugh because where even are you, never gonna be far enough away for this loud ass and his lack of chill, this kissing really is saving your lives for being able to put as much of the !! in it as you are and take the volume way down, his nodding would seem as VIOLENT when she speaks because yes you do girl and he needs her to never stop doing so, hence blurting out his own ‘don’t stop’ even though we all know she wouldn’t, worth it for how he’d once again sound with his voice all hoarse like he actually has been screaming the place down, today he’s giving her instructions and this is another]

Rio: [my boo says I would like to know lmao and honestly, you’re absolutely rolling around in the mud here, in my head, we’re sheltered from vision by old, half-fallen-down stone walls and an abandoned wooden structure of some kind, like the ones they have near the house in the sims, truly, so you did your best but you, as per, shouldn’t be doing all this out here (as is your want and kink); shaking your head back at him with the exact same energy, bumping heads accidentally because you’re that serious about it, to promise you won’t ‘never’ with such heart eyes as you launch another makeout attack]

Buster: [I see and share that vision because the sims are so real for that and it’s so legit for this because it’s the perfect mix of genuinely choosing this location because you wanted self defence secrecy while also having the element of you could so easily be caught, well done boo, what I love the most however and must point out myself is the fact he has made no attempt to touch her back and hasn’t even really had the thought to because in a complete failure of multitasking and at odds to the person he usually is, he’s too overwhelmed by the fact she’s touching him to even fleetingly remember that he can do the same to her, never mind that he should be given all she’s doing for him rn, only she manages to have this kind of effect of making him forget himself like that and we love to see it, hence he’s the one shaking now, like it’s transferred from her to him when he gave her the jumper, trying to put into words at least some of the effect she’s having but he can’t string a coherent sentence together so she’s just getting odd words from a million different slightly different but ultimately abandoned sentences (which all amount to the same thing anyway) from within this makeout, so many Is and yous and her name and fuck or oh my god (in it’s various pieces) and every complimentary word he has ever said or wanted to say being MOANED or BREATHED out]

Rio: [yes I noticed and appreciated that too, as did this girl because it means he’s not thinking about it at all and just doing it because it feels good, which at this moment in time means he’s not going to put a stop to it and truly if all he ever let her do was give him this time she would take it without hesitation and we know it, just to let him turn his brain off and give in to what he clearly wants, we are SO about that, never mind his reactions alone are enough to make her feel like she could cum without any need of being touched, here nodding again like he needs a response to everything he is saying and that response is ‘I know’ watching him so closely and without blinking again that her eyes are this close to tearing up but we must rapidly blink that back because confusion is not allowed here and no thank you ‘show me’ with the pleading being quite obvious because you can’t take anymore and you need him to be in the same state IMMEDIATELY]

Buster: [lord knows this boy needs to turn his brain off because the jali parallels of him making himself so much more unnecessarily stressed than literally anyone is or has ever asked him to are too real and therefore we all know it’s only a matter of time before it switches back on when this is over so y’all have gotta enjoy this while you can and he truly is, managing to say (surprisingly coherently actually) ‘I’m going to lose my balance’ meaning it in the sense he did when he said she throws him off balance and Baze get the balance right, not literally, although that wouldn’t surprise me with how hard y’all are going rn lol, giving when he said fight back and he might as well have said fuck me because he might as well have said I’m going to cum when that’s exactly what it means in this moment, he’s just here warning her he’s close to losing control fully but embracing it for once]

Rio: [mhmm, the parallels are real which she has all but said but you don’t want to hear or think you are like that even though we all know it's true but ANYWAY, replying ‘I’ll catch you’ as if it’s literal but we know it’s not and still mean it, even if we can also mean it more literally and convey that with a final LOOK into his eyes]

Buster: [they may be different in a lot of ways but in that respect these lads are very much the same and I absolutely don’t blame this gal for not wanting things to turn out in a way that means she has to wait until she’s in her 30s for y’all to get together, if ever, soz we’re creating art with our parallels, hence he’s repeating his ‘tether me’ he’s said before which he got from what Bea said in their first convo together, I’m an artiste and I won’t apologise, LOOKING at her with heart eyes that convey the I want you to he said OG but isn’t here and now because it’s beyond obvious with how his body is reacting and words are too hard rn, doing a final WRIST GRAB for emphasis which ends in y’all holding hands cinematically as this ends]

Rio: [my boo says I am weaving beautiful tapestries and I will not be stopped, thank you very much, and that is so correct, this girl having only just blinked back tears at the risk of truly sobbing because you remember and so does he and he said it again, actually shedding some when you end up holding hands and your only option is to kiss him to avoid him seeing that/this ending the second he cums]

Buster: [I could write an essay about how important to me it is that he genuinely listens to what his mum says and takes her advice because he truly loves her and respects her opinion in a way that so many characters do not their parents (even when it means he fucks up his life thinking rightly or wrongly he has to make a decision because it’s what she would want or to make her proud etc), I won’t write an essay about it but I COULD, instead let me just point out that this boy has not cum since before y’all met up and everything went wrong because he did not get to that day and afterwards he has not been in the mood so that would be forever to him as the extra ass horny teen he is and therefore it cannot be overstated how much jizz there would be or how dramatic he would be, I just needed to say that, also because that means the last time he did would’ve been because of her as well because they were on good terms then and looking forward to the (doomed) visit, we love that, so y’all are welcome he’ll be too distracted to notice she’s crying or immediately switch his brain back on and you can have this moment for a sec before the post nut clarity hits and ruins the vibe]

Rio: [one day you can girl and win will be your hypeman in the back but for now we gotta get y’all done because can’t stay out here forever (unfortunately for yous) and you are going to be in SUCH a mess because you left no room between y’all for that jizz to go anywhere else, which in the now is the best thing you feel you could’ve ever done and enough to distract her from her own tears, just making 🥺 noises into this kiss because you can feel how much he just came because you can quite literally feel how covered your stomach is and you’re about it]

Buster: [thank god her stomach was exposed in her outfit so it’s going on her skin and not her clothes, both for the reasons of sensation and absolutely loving it in the moment and for the practical reasons of clean up which neither of you are remotely thinking about in the moment, Winnie says it’s april and there could be a shower which is actually a good shout because of said clean up and the absolute drama of being in the rain in the aftermath, well done ideas bear, but in the literal immediate aftermath, catch this boy breaking the kiss in the exact moment his brain has recovered enough to switch back on, barely stepping back from her in reality because he has the awareness to still wanna be hidden by the stone wall or whatever (because still semi undressed and exposed) but it suddenly feeling like they are MILES apart in comparison to how close they were, catch him putting his forearm over his eyes with as much absolute drama as when he held it to her throat during self defence earlier, in such an OTT but genuine oh god what have we/I done gesture]

Rio: [he’s a clever boy and yeah, whatever state you’re in, you’re going to make it work because you have no choice, you are a general state from the whole self-defence sesh so at least you can rely on that to be what is noticed and commented upon when you do go back, not that we were thinking about any of this, or wanted to yet but you just know the literal moment he makes that distance and you have to fight every instinct to recoil like he slapped you when he raised his arm to cover his eyes, fixing your clothes in the stilted, sad way you have to when you have to do something and that is an acceptable something for you to do]

Buster: [mhmm and when you go back looking like drowned rats drenched from the unexpected downpour that and getting y’all a towel will be what peeps focus on so you’re welcome for that, in the here and now though I’m so sorry for the absolute VIOLENT contrast of going from all that intense eye contact to him covering his eyes, that is so rude, eventually, lowering it to look at his watch because he has lost all concept and track of time (also v unlike him when every second is accounted for and structured) and feels like he suddenly NEEDS to know how long they’ve been out here alone and away from everyone, doing a sound that is more dramatic than a sigh and giving a verbal equivalence of a wince, again like oh god because it’s been too long, however long it is, likewise fixing his clothes and then running the same hand through his hair because you know the wurls are cray]

Rio: [exactement, when of course you are watching him but you’re also angry at yourself for still being sat here watching him so you push yourself off the ground, abruptly and decisively in comparison to the slow way you just got yourself fully and decently dressed again (minus the mud that you can only do so much about) ‘I didn’t want them to watch’ as you go to pick up the prop/punching bag as an indication like they’re going to know about the self-defence because it isn’t as if she doesn’t want them to know it happened at all she just wasn’t down for a spectator sport moment (for obvious reasons and the ones we’re not discussing right now), it’s clear you don’t have a lot of patience from your tone but you don’t exactly sound mad at him when you say it, still, going to push past with said prop because you are at yourself for even entertaining trying to fight this moment again, when it went so awfully the last time, shaking your head like absolutely not]

Buster: [watching her get up and saying quietly ‘that was entirely selfish’ as if she hadn’t spoken, meaning of him, in so many senses of the word (because they shouldn’t have done it for a million different ones, but also since they did do it, it should’ve been more mutual) hence there’s an unspoken apology in his tone, coming over to said prop as she’s faffing with it and picking up his hat (whether that’s off this inanimate object’s head where she left it or from off the ground if it fell off when she’s picking the prop up) putting it back on his head as that’s the final piece of the puzzle for getting himself together and everything will be fine now, standing just enough in the way that she can’t get all the way past him and has to stay and talk because you’re not trying to let her go yet]

Rio: [however much you are messing with this prop you can still hear him because it is just you two all the way out here and you can only put so much effort into such a simple task, looking at him, in a brief dart of eye contact, shrugging a shoulder neither committing to accepting or rejecting this proffered statement or the apology therein, nodding confirmation that the cap has fixed the hair issue for him ‘I’m sure your parents know great dry cleaners, even here’ like how angry can they be over your outfit, no harm done]

Buster: [shaking his head, doing an actual sigh this time instead of the almost pained sound that escaped before, his own brief glimpse of a look hitting her right on the stomach, for obvious reasons ‘I didn’t mean to take things this far, here’ the here being emphasised in his tone because he means rn, unlike how she meant it ‘you’re still drunk, you’re still-’ unable to verbalise wherever she is with Moses and that whole thing but it’s beyond obvious that’s what he’s referring to because again he can’t look at her and is instead looking down at his expensive af white trainers as if he cares about the state of them in the slightest]

Rio: [covering your stomach instinctively with your hands as if his judgment is going to bore a hole through you otherwise, flushing unavoidably too ‘of course you didn’t’ impatiently because we know it wasn’t planned ‘you don’t need to tell me’ said as if you’re doing him a favour almost, like boy, I know, I understand and I was there the whole time, you don’t need to explain this to me when I know ALL too well ‘I’m not drunk’ even though yes, I’m sure you both still are, you didn’t feel it whilst doing all that and you certainly don’t now in the aftermath, a hint of don’t worry about that in her tone]

Buster: [gritting his teeth instinctively because he’d be doing everything he could to not also unavoidably blush at making her because it wasn’t his intention to embarrass her in the aftermath or seem cunty, you can see him visibly doing the most to keep a poker face as he tells her exactly how many drinks she had and when, listing them off because he watched every one happen and was there, as if that’s casual at all, adding the alcohol units at the end, like that’s such and such many btw, which would seem like he’s being a judgy cunt but he’s just proving that she is and trying to distract her with maths from the fact he’s watched her every move all day long]

Rio: [getting distracted from his hard-won poker face by the sheer audacity of this boy, raising your brows and putting your hands on your hips like oh, really, please do continue to mansplain my whole day to me, leaving a silence a beat longer than is comfortable when he’s done as if you’re making sure he definitely is done and doesn’t want to lecture you some more ‘and how many have you had?’ because you are not sober either, which we know from watching you all day too, as you are aware because we’ve admitted to that much already]

Buster: [getting slightly distracted by how hot she looks doing that pose even if it is because she’s annoyed, especially because maybe, he is a child of baze lbr, ‘as a ballpark figure, [and telling her how many, which is less because she was caning it but not dramatically so like earlier because he was doing his bit to catch up somewhat when she was at the parade] but I process mine differently than you and a direct comparison doesn’t have any real point to it’ because he is a tall boy and she is a smol girl + all the other factors like genetics and lifestyle]

Rio: [scoffing and folding your arms now because of course he doubled down and kept going by being even more mansplain-y and patronising, in a way that does secretly deep-down amuse us but not enough in this moment that we can crack a smile to your face about it ‘Well I’m not drunk’ like I don’t know what to tell you, I’m sorry if you’re feeling the effects despite your manly man ways but I simply am not]

Buster: [‘well, you’re still-’ it’s him still not being able to finish that sentence on the second attempt for me, going to retrieve his jumper from where it fell off her shoulders when she got up, not putting it on but just holding it like mustn’t forget this ‘there are still countless reasons why doing what we just did was a terrible idea’ being what he eventually settles for so he doesn’t have to mention Moses]

Rio: [doing a big, dramatic sigh, dramatic in the sense it is not that you are being it to be facetious right now because in no mood to joke around now ‘I don’t need to hear them’ as plainly and evenly as you can muster ‘don’t worry’ gesturing like there is no one else here, we weren’t caught, no one knows this has happened]

Buster: [‘hear me out’ like a correction of what she said but there’s a softness to it as if he said a rare please like earlier ‘because, I am worried about you’ gesturing at her because he means her and not being caught or anything else]

Rio: [‘why?’ like that is genuinely the most perplexing thing you have ever heard, furrowing your brow as you try to process what he thinks there is to worry about in regards to you]

Buster: [‘come on’ quietly but insistently like he’s literally urging her train of thought to catch up and then sync up to his so he doesn’t have to spell it out yet again and make her feel like a massive victim again, because that isn’t what he wants either]

Rio: [‘that has nothing to do with what just happened’ the defensiveness unavoidable but it’s also clear that’s how we actually feel and we aren’t just saying it to cover ourself, like what do you mean]

Buster: [‘we aren’t doing okay right now, either of us’ because that’s the point he’s trying to make ultimately and what it boils down to, as much as he hates to admit that he’s struggling and it goes against his every instinct to the point that there would be a beat between those two parts of the sentence, a deliberate pause which would feel longer than it is, before he decides to admit it]

Rio: [‘so, you wouldn’t have done that if you weren’t a mess’ finishing his sentence in the least fun way, nodding like I see, pulling the hem of your top down]

Buster: [‘don’t call me a mess’ unavoidably angrily because we can’t bear the thought that’s what she thinks we are when Nancy is the messy twin and we’re the together one and we can’t and shouldn’t be falling apart, even now as we are and it’s probably cinematically starting to rain (not that heavy yet because it can get heavier for the drama) to make us messier, literally, we see you avoiding answering if you would’ve done it or not even if you don’t realise you haven’t]

Rio: [‘don’t call me a mistake’ spitting this out like excuse me, you don’t get to be the angered one here ‘this is why I explicitly asked you not to, to stop’ because we can’t and won’t hear this, raising our hands like seriously why the fuck am I still here because you just knew that you would end up hurt in some way, so push to walk away again in this dramatic rain because this is not productive and we’re not having it]

Buster: [pulling her back via a wrist grab, obvs, but a surprisingly soft one because we aren’t angry at you we’re angry at ourselves, the rain hitting the face of his watch cinematically as he says ‘you aren’t, the timing is’ because he wouldn’t regret this half as much if all the roses nonsense wasn’t fresh to death, that’s the tea, regardless of all his valid incest concerns]

Rio: [letting it happen, even if you pull yourself back a step just to make a point ‘the timing always will be’ because that’s never going to change ‘tell me a convenient time for this’ like please, let us be serious]

Buster: [‘When we’re older’ as a serious answer to this ‘if we aren’t relying on our family as heavily, it’ll be less of a blow to lose their support’ because he has a point you’re literally 14 rn and have to be under their roof, not that it’d be any easier at any age but we’re trying to convince ourselves here in this moment ‘19, once school is over’]

Rio: [when this is the first thing he’s said that hasn’t totally pissed you off/killed you inside lowkey lol, you’re still narrowing your eyes as you consider this in silence for a moment ‘okay’ because it isn’t that you disagree with this point, even if you have a different view, so you’re not going to]

Buster: [‘I’ve done the maths’ because it’s when you’re leaving to go to America essentially so you have, taking her wrist again and drawing crosses all around it with a fingertip on your other hand as you hold it, like you’re marking off days on a calendar, as you tell her how long it is, almost in a whisper that would almost be drowned out by the now harder rain because it’s such a big number and so many years away that he almost doesn’t want to say it out loud for her to be able to hear]

Rio: [watching your arm twitch into this soft touch, the hairs on your arm stand up at the contact of his fingertips whilst the falling rain had seemingly no effect this entire time, sighing sadly and quietly, possibly inaudible given your head is down and it is pouring now ‘see you in five years isn’t the sort of thing you should say to a girl’]

Buster: [likewise watching the effects of his touch as if in awe/it’s something he had no idea about until now ‘at least I won’t be telling you to dump him and forget in five minutes’ because that’s how you would feel if you gave into this organically happening now, Moses would have a bounty on his head and that ultimatum will be issued whereas in 5 years she’ll naturally have distance from it all the way time gives you ‘in America, I’ll be better, I’ll be able to be whoever I want’]

Rio: [‘that’s what I do’ like let’s not act like time is what I need or asked for because it is not and we’re not going to say we’re grateful or anything like it, shaking your head ‘there’s nothing wrong with you now’]

Buster: [‘he’s different’ it would visibly physically pain him to say it but it feels too true for him to not, not only because she lost her virginity to this man, although we all know that’s something this boy is really struggling to cope with atm, the way he might as well be saying I need and am asking for time without actually saying it, a scoffing noise, like you called me a mess a literal second ago, running his thumb over her wrist pulse point like he’s trying to detect if she’s lying when saying that, letting go when ofc he can’t]

Rio: [‘that’s about you’ tone explaining that that’s okay but stop saying this is about me because it isn’t and she doesn’t want this, stepping back when he lets your arm go, gesturing like go then]

Buster: [‘you could’ve slept with anyone’ his tone once again like no you chose him specifically and that’s very much a you issue because he’s not wrong, wild of you to go there sis and he doesn’t need a PhD to point out it isn’t a normal direction, but he’s said this all before and doesn’t want to have the fight again ‘I did’ shoutout to you mentioning your loss of virginity, you hypocrite]

Rio: [‘there was nothing wrong with me until you broke my heart but your solution is to always stop so why would I be surprised by now?’ when the bluntness of this is only realised after you’ve said it so plainly, the alcohol making you forget the need to clarify or soften that in any which way, which you absolutely would have otherwise but you can’t just rewind and amend so you go with it]

Buster: [‘then fuck 5 years, you already blame me, you’d resent me even if we waited 10, I can’t win with you now’ being equally blunt because you have to in response to hers, this is all just so upsetting and a real shitshow]

Rio: [‘there is no waiting, Buster, I think it's fucking stupid’ because we may as well be frank now that politeness accidentally went flying out the non-existent window ‘you wanted it so it happened, it’s as simple as that’]

Buster: [‘you’re stupid’ being almost shouted at her against the rain, childish but he tried to be mature by being like we should wait until we’re in a better headspace and older and that backfired so here we are, he’s just angry and upset ‘it’s fucking complicated, always, no matter what I want’ throwing his jumper at the wall, which would only make him angrier because it doesn’t achieve anything satisfying being so soft but that’s what he had in his hand and therefore what happened]

Rio: [scoffing like no shit or else we would not be here stood in the rain in this absolute mess ‘there’s never a time where you wanting me is anyone else’s business, you acting like you’re running a campaign based around the fact is the fucking issue’]

Buster: [‘no, the issue is your failure to comprehend that everyone else we’re related to is going to make it their business, or the long reaching consequences wanting you has had, and will continue to have on my life’ literally every piece of body language possible and his tone showing that he is at his breaking point with this, no notes]

Rio: [shaking her head and doing that noise of disbelief, the would be funny if I wasn’t so stunned energy ‘you can say that and want it until you’re blue in the face but I’m living proof that it isn’t remotely fucking true, they won’t see it so they won’t ever say anything, that is the sort of family we come from, whatever any of us wish’ actually walking away now with some purpose, as if you’ve only just noticed how hard it’s raining and you must get out of the wet at once]

Buster: [meanwhile, not you fully bursting into tears like the child you are but won’t ever let yourself be because everything is too much and horrible and you’re too frustrated by it and simply cannot cope any more, not caring if she knows you’re crying or not because you can’t stop it]

Rio: [feeling like the evillest person in the world still walking away but you have to because it’s your fault he’s crying (in every way you can see to blame yourself for it all, at least) literally saying the ‘I can’t’ and ‘It can’t be me’ out loud as you continue to leave, like someone else needs to help him because I am the problem here, I am the villain that has done this so I can’t be the one who picks up the pieces and cleans up the mess]

Buster: [sob it out here sir for as long as you need to, which I imagine is going to be a while because you aren’t a crier typically and this breaking point has been a long time coming considering you’ve loved this girl for years, and then return to the gaff absolutely drenched but ignoring everyone and all offers of a towel or dry clothes to find your mum and be like can we go because you don’t even have your own key to the Dublin house now that you’ve given it to Rio, once again so subtle and Bea 10000000% knows, well done babes]

Rio: [the way that everyone now knows you two have rowed and how the baze fam makes up a giant chunk of the people here so when they leave the party is gonna be half-dead, how deeply uncomfortable]

Buster: [that’s so awkward I wanna die, soz jali your first easter together as a slay couple has ended like this, I sure hope Nancy had snuck off or is no state to remember this never mind comment because he would fight her to the death rn if she said something bitchy, and at least Ava could stay with Janis if she really wanted, there’s no need for us all to suffer hun]

Rio: [honestly, at least you can be relied on to be in such a state and need to be taken home yourself because no one needs that]

Buster: [do you wanna post this because y’all clearly aren’t gonna talk again for a sec, we can decide where we wanna go next then]

Rio: [win says ruby babes, I already know]

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