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[silkythewriter]

Hello! Can I request alastor x reader where the two were married while they were alive, but reader died via illness or something and went to hell (though they never partaked in the cannibalism) and the reunite in hell?

“I'll love you 'til I'm dead”

Warning!: Angst, but eventually fluff! A bit of OOC since I haven’t written in awhile.. (.,.)💧

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note: LONGGGGG TIME NO SEE, HIYA! IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS OF SORTS BUT I FELT LIKE WRITING SUM SMALL ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I apologize!, I hope you guys enjoy and I’m so sorry for disagreeing yet again!.

Summary!: Spouse! Reader dying via sickness, but reuniting with alastor in hell.

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Louise (Louise)

I'll love you 'til I'm dead

Louise (Louise)

Not even if she likes the way you dance

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First of all, he cherished you to the fullest content. As stuck up as he seems to be smile and all, he was in desperate need of support and attention. And you supplying both of those was all he needed even if he didn’t say out loud the tender touches and moments you both shared alone was enough to tell you everything.

Your relationship was nothing less then sweet and tender, and depending if you knew of his..ahem..little side hobby, it was innocent as well!

He cared for you so deeply, so desperately, to the point where you became his tie to humanity. Of course he knew how to play a role of a sane man, but even then he needed you to tie him to the small humanity and sanity he had.

Although not a big fan of physical affection himself he would in private of course, indulge in your soft touches, and hold. He and there he may quietly slip next to you just so you could softly run you fingers across his skin.

But of course the unviable happen, as the world ripped him of what he held so dear. Maybe as a punishment for his sins and misdeeds, or simply because it could.

Of course in the 30’s medicine was far from advanced, not only that but expensive. So when the news arrived of your newly found sickness all he could do was smile and nod at the doctor as if he wasn’t receiving the most dreadful news.

At first, he genuinely did hope for a recovery, he believed you would get better. Sure a tiny voice in his head was feeding him scary thoughts, and his gut twisted and turned. He felt something was off but surely it was nothing!, right?.

But as your health deteriorated so did his mental state and sanity, even worse then it once was. He put up a front though, for your sake and his, comforting you and saying how you’ll be fine soon, and recover then both of you could go off and do something you always wanted to do.

At some points of repeating this it really turned into him assuring himself. That your not leaving him, no, not anytime soon.

The more you fell ill the more you watched him spiral infront of you. And all you really could do was stare at him with sadden eyes as you gave comforting touches against his cheek or holding him close, even if you could barely pull yourself up from the bed you laid.

You felt your time coming close to ending, and somehow so did he. But unlike you he denied it to the fullest extent.

“Please dear don’t speak of such things, don’t worry yourself. You’ll be fine you’ll see!, now just rest my dear”

He wanted to believe it’ll pass over anytime now, ignoring the doctors he spent fortunes on. And sometimes he does blame them even if they just told the truth. He hated how they couldn’t help you, how he couldn’t help you.

So the day of you passing was the day he lost his final tie to humanity. If not for you, why give such a nasty world mercy?.

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The minute they lowered your casket and buried you with the dirt is also the day he decided to amp up his murders.

He’s not sloppy with his murders their always calculated and tidy but grossem. Even with this, losing you he couldn’t concentrate which didn’t help his case as his blood lust grew and grew.

Each and every murder his mind went blank, thoughts of you kept flooding in that he desperately wanted to rip from his mind.

If a woman that wore you same fragrant passed him. She would be gone in a matter of days.

Nights were colder, harsher, he always assumed karma would catch up to him, but to him not you.

He often questioned what happened how did it happen. How did you even get such a illness?, and why did it have to be you?. We’re you in heaven watching him in his pitiful state? Was there even such a thing?. If there was…he surely wasn’t going to see you he knew where he was damned to go, but you?, he was sure you deserved the Pearl-ist set of wings.

Depending on the days, months or years following your death, he’s like a ticking time bomb.

He yearns for you in such a way he’s humiliated at it in a way. He misses you desperately, widowed too soon, he always assumed it would be you to be in this position, but he assumed wrong.

Even then he couldn’t tell if he could subject you to the twist of his heart and guts. He would beg to die before you, but the pain he feels now is something he would never want you to feel.

Following thoughts of your death was also his. Would he get to see you soon?, one last glance before being damned?.

He never truly moved on, cause you were his only love. Loving someone for him atleast, was rare in a romantic sense.

At some point he genuinely does just continue his murders till his death, maybe it was your passing that truly killed him. After your passing he was a bit hasty, maybe that’s what lead him to be shot in the woods. But who truly knows?

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Now, after his death is where everything truly came together.

His rise to power was fairly quick killing overloads one by one gaining more voices on his radio.

But the lingering feeling of hope stayed in him…maybe you were here? Waiting for him?, But at the same time he hated this life for you, in such a miserable and disgusting yet admittedly amusing place(at least to him)

Now depending on how you found him maybe the minute his radio debuted. Or maybe by a game of telephone by the residents in hell whispering rumors and describing someone all to familiar to you.

Either way! You guys do eventually find each other. By chance or destiny is up to you

The minute he spots you, hears you, even senses you, he freezes. His smile never flattering but static surrounding the area as he processes what’s happening. Is this some sort of trick?, how..how did you end up here?

In a matter a seconds though he’s in front of you, looming as his shadow grows in suspense.

He holds his appearance and self image very important but in this tiny moment of silence. He lets it slip even if just a bit, smile never faltering but I’m his eyes a glimpse of renewed joy. Genuine joy, not form the harms of others but from something warm…something bitter sweet.

Maybe it’s you who pipes up snapping him from observing you like a painting in a museum.

“See?” You said softly grabbing his hand gently like you used to do, as you softly brought it to your face and softly planted it on your cheek. “I’m real” you said with a soft smile (SILENT HILL REFERENCE!!¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Depending on where you are he’s quick to whisk you away to somewhere secluded.

Despite the questions on his mind all he can do is silently stare at you taking in ever detail, even if some changes here and there, you were still you. The you that he missed so desperately for all too long.

Even if not one for physical affection he’s quick with holding you, scared of you being taken from him again, taking in all he can.

Your so much more precious then he leads on, and he’ll be damned to second hell if he loses you again.

In the period of first meeting you again he is keen on keeping an eye one you 24/7, doesn’t matter what powers or how long you survived without him in hell. He can’t risk it, especially not now as he started accumulating enemies so quickly.

He’ll treat you like it’s your first time dating, of course in his old time-y way, but either surprising you with flowers at random times of the day, or watching you get giddy when he kisses the crown of your head.

Now that he knows, and felt the pain of losing you, every moment you have together form than on is cherished more than before. He remembers every day with you like the back of his hand, what you ate, what you said, what you wore, and more!

He know’s…he knows he’s a messed up, and vail man. He understands the gruesome things he’s done with little to no regret. But if he did in somehow and some way do good, something good to earn you back in his afterlife man is he greatful for it.

Some nights he does just stare at you. He’s scared, he will never show it but he is. If he loses you again, for eternity, he’s not sure what’d he do with himself. And that, the fact you weight so heavily on him is the second scariest thing, first being losing you.

Over all, he’s taken aback having you back, but he gets use to it very quickly, your soft comforting touches and your voice that brings back a flood of memories is something he will never forget nor let ago, he isn’t losing you this time, and he’ll do anything to make sure of that.

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WOW THAT WAS LONG, I LOVED WRITING IT THOUGH OH MY GOSH I LOVED THIS IDEA, PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN!!! \(^ヮ^)/

[y3llow-hoodie]

Second part! Here’s the first part

[cordyce]

BY YOUR HANDS ALONE

neteyam sully x gn!reader

notes: this is silly & overtly fluffy & all over the place if i am completely honest rn. neteyam is a little flustered & probably ooc. sorry :’)

"there you are."

"here i am," you mirror back instantly, hardly sparing a glance up at the far too familiar voice as your fingers continue to work at chopping up some vegetables. it's a busy day—a momentous day. there is no time to waste.

"let me help," neteyam offers, already making moves to steal your knife from you as he steps to your side.

but you weave it away from his grasp, nudge him back with your shoulder and point the knife at him as you address him. "aht, don't think so," you differ, then continue your slicing. "besides, don't you have your own tasks to get to, mr. mighty warrior?"

days like this require a lot of preparation; everyone chipping in and doing their part so that it all gets done and runs smoothly. if even one person slacks off, it could cause a rift in sanctified plans. and that simply wouldn’t do. no, it would not.

"i have completed all of them, actually," he retorts, but he shrivels when you narrow your eyes up at him. "okay, almost all of them."

you scoff, let your pupils meet your sockets with a roll as you pry the truth out of him. of course, one of the most important days of the year and it is now that neteyam chooses to have an irresponsible whim. you aren’t sure what you’re gonna do with him.

"your mother will have your tail if she finds one thing out of place for tonight, you know this." it isn't necessarily a warning, but there is some tip-off in your tone. "you must get everything done."

neteyam hums, leans his hip against the raised wood that you are using as a makeshift counter. he says nothing, simply watches you. takes into account how you dice up the vegetables in front of you diligently before sliding them to the side with your knife and moving onto the next ones. his stare is driving you crazy—no one works well under pressure, after all.

it causes you to have a slight blunder; a misstep. you cut a pattern a tad too fast and send a slice of root tumbling towards the ground. neteyam's instincts are superb, quick, and he catches it before it hits the dirt. mumbling a thank you under your breath as he places it back on the tray, you find the heir before you still not making a move to speak.

you aren't sure why it unnerves you so.

"what do you have left to complete?" it's not the question you want to ask, but 'what the hell do you keep staring at?' doesn't sound quite as nice. so you settle on it.

you take a pause, a breath, to turn to him. throughout the years you have seen the eldest sully child wear many expressions. ones tainted by smiles, irritation, pride, devotion—but this one has you tipping your head in the most peculiar way.

because timidness is not something you think you've ever seen don the strong features of neteyam sully.

he carries himself with such an air of confidence; shoulders pressed back and chin held high—not arrogant, but undaunted. he does not shift gaze unless he is avoiding scoldings and he does not suck in his cheek unless he is fighting frustration. so, you wonder, what could possibly have his face contorted in such a reticent manner. if you did not know any better, you’d almost call his demeanor a rendition of shy. but that seems rather uncharacteristic of him, doesn’t it?

"ah—are you sure you don't need help with that?" he's deflecting, brushing off your inquiry like he hasn't heard it. and you can't decide whether you find that amusing or concerning.

he's making way for your knife again and you twist your arm to hold it out of his reach behind you. you eye him carefully, flit your gaze all around him to pick up on anything that you can that would explain his behavior.

"tell me." it's not an order, you aren't demanding, but neteyam nods his head like he's respondent of such.

"my father told me i needed a, uhm," he stutters, licks his lips, like he's tripping over his own tongue. and it's undeniable the way you see his ears twitch. "for the celebration tonight. i need a.."

"a what, neteyam?" you press, cock your brow up at him. you don't think you've ever seen him like this. never witnessed him so.. "you need a what?"

"a.. date."

so fidgety.

"a date?" you repeat with widening eyes.

"no, no not a—not a date really but i need someone for the—“

"the staining ceremony.” you finish for him, continue his sentence because with all his blubbering you aren’t sure he’ll ever spit it out.

he nods curtly.

the celebration tonight is for all the young warriors who have proved themselves throughout the calendar year as being strong willed and great protectors of the clan. neteyam, of course, is one of them. has been since he earned the right to be titled as such. so perhaps it should have clicked in your head that he’d be searching for a partner for the staining ceremony portion of the night.

but a part of you—if you’re being completely honest with yourself—just figured he had one already. events like this take weeks of planning; most warriors find their artisan a fortnight in advance. because it cannot just be anyone.

the partner one chooses for the staining ceremony must be someone with whom they feel a connection. some of the older warriors choose their mates. some of the youngest choose their mother or father. some settle for siblings. others, in brazen acts of outstretched hands, choose a mate unbonded; one who they harbor feelings for but have yet to seal such in the eyes of Eywa.

you cannot lie and say you had not pondered over who neteyam’s choice would be. a part of you thought he would pick kiri—they have always been so close and she has been his partner for such ceremony before. but, you are not deaf to the murmurs of your village, you are not ignorant of what has been passed from mouth to ear of all that will listen. there have been other��� prospects who have been suggested to neteyam for this special commemoration.

your name has not been among them.

“well,” you continue, tear your eyes away from him and get back to the task at hand. there is no need to dwell on such things and fall behind. you have just one more batch of greens after this to prepare then you will be done and can walk away from all this. “if you’re here to ask my opinion on who your choice should be, i’m not sure i will prove to be much help.”

a shut down; a cut off. you’d like this conversation to be over as soon as possible because it’s making your fingers itch. you’re offering him a gateway to close the topic off.

but he doesn’t seem to get the memo.

“no,” he chuckles, now, and you can tell he’s shaking his head out of the corner of your eye. it’s breathy; like he’s punched it out of his chest and finally broken past the barrier of whatever flusteredness had him trapped before. “that’s not why i came to find you.”

“if it’s to convince kiri to sacrifice herself to do it for you again this year, i’m not game for that either.” you don’t understand why his laughter leaves you agitated, why this whole situation has caused an odd twisting in your gut.

“that won’t be necessary,” he disputes, “i do not need kiri to be my partner this year.”

your fingers fumble, your slicing stutters. “oh?” and you want to kick yourself for how your voice hitches. you clear your throat, bite the corner of your lip that neteyam can’t see. “convince some other poor soul to do it for you? is it zuy’nik? i know she presented you a kill from her hunt recently.”

neteyam hums. “no. i have not chosen zuy’nik.”

you grip your knife harder, focus carefully on the blade as you chop down on a bundle of leaves. your throat is dry, your heart is thundering. you feel silly.

“sënuul, then?” you question, do your best to sound as disinterested as possible even though your chest is burning to know who could be lucky enough to have been picked by the heir himself. “i hear many young warriors wish for her. they say she has delicate hands.”

your hands—in contrast—have grown tense; your chops near erratic. being this worked up over a man who is not your mate seems so futile, so nonsensical. if your mother were here to see you now she’d call you childish.

but is it so childish to want things your heart yearns for?

“while that may be true,” neteyam agrees with the sentiment, and that makes your stomach lurch, “it is not sënuul either.”

“then who is it? who could you possibly—“

a hand covering yours has you cutting yourself off. neteyam’s palm melds over your knuckles; stops your unsafe cutting and stills your wrist’s movements. before you can even bring yourself to look at him, calloused fingers are hooking around your chin. swiveling your head around, you have no choice but to meet his gaze. and it is not averting, not twinkling with tepidness like it was before. you think, for a moment, that’s because he’s passed the feeling onto you.

“i do not wish for any other partner in this clan.” and his voice does not waver, does not stumble, now. you swallow as you listen. “i came here to ask if you would do me the honors, for tonight.”

your tongue feels like cotton; the fuzz of it floating to your brain to make everything go static. this is.. not what you had expected.

you had expected to follow neytiri’s orders for preparing the food for the meals that would be shared. you had expected to dress yourself in the ceremonial clothing and jewelry you keep for these special occasions. you had expected to stand around the edges of the circle during the opening dance, serve food to the elders, and sit with a content tight smile as you watched kiri declare neteyam’s war paint for the third year in a row before the true celebration began.

you had not expected yourself to be standing face to face with neteyam, ears twitching embarrassingly sporadic, as he asks you to join him in one of the most intimate and important events of a warrior’s life.

and you suppose you can use that element of surprise as the reason why you find yourself a tad bit speechless while you nod dumbly. a wide grin cracks across his face, curves up his cheeks as he lets out another breathy laugh.

“thank you,” he murmurs, and he still hasn’t let go of your chin. “i was worried i would not get the chance to ask you in time. i was pushing it, but i tried to get all my other duties done as fast as i could.”

now that, the mention of time, finally knocks you out of your little lovesick trance.

“hey, wait,” you huff, shove at his chest lightly with your free hand. “you should have asked me sooner! i should have already had your stain pattern planned out, and—and now i have to go get all of your paints and i didn’t factor in the time for that. you’re terrible!”

“ah, i’m not terrible. i am sure you can just wing it,” he waves off, simpers like this is funny.

“wing it?” you gape at him. because he genuinely cannot be serious. “this will be your war paint pattern for the rest of the year. if it’s bad then you will be stuck with it. you want me just to wing that?!”

“why not? i have faith in you, i’ve put myself into your hands.” and it’s meant to playful, you know this, but the way he’s looking at you proves his words hold their full weight regardless. “don’t be mad at me.”

“oh, i’m mad,” you retort, brush him away as you get back to slicing because now you really do not have the time for distractions. “i cannot believe you have waited until last minute.”

“would you like me to ask someone else?” he queries, and you whip your head over to level him with a glare. “i mean, i am sure sënuul would be honored to be the partner of the future olo’eyktan.”

“you know, i liked you better when you were sputtering and nervous,” you spit back, retract your attention once again. “terrible. truly terrible.”

“ah, do not be mad at me,” he levels again, “what can i do to have you forgive me?”

“nothing. you will never be forgiven.” with no hesitation, but also no malice. your bite holds no venom, and your cheeks are still warm. such hypocrisy you spew.

“nothing?” he questions, and you don’t even have to see his face to know he is smiling. there he is again; the neteyam who holds his chin up high and taunts his brother into mindless games to prove his worth. you admire this neteyam; love this neteyam.

this neteyam grabs your face and tugs you forward before you can think of another mindless rebuttal to spout.

the kiss is light but fervent, and if you were a poetic person you might just say that his lips taste like future promises you already intend to keep. the fight drains from your body and you find no urge to bring it back. this neteyam seems to know how to quell you, how to dispel your frustration and wipe away your grievances like fogged up glass. so easy, so effortlessly.

he pulls away languidly, breath puffing against your lips. "forgive me?" he asks again, and you find yourself nodding before he even finishes the question.

he turns your head to peck your cheek then drops his hands to finally successfully steal the knife still held in yours. you tip your head, blinking through the daze to inquire what he's doing.

"i can finish that, you know."

"i know," he answers, then flashes you a crooked grin that has your stomach twisting in a way far different than before. "but don't you think you should start planning how you want to trail your hands over me?"

and, oh. part of you wants to hit him for that. but part of you wants to tug him in by the neckpiece he dons and get him to shut up by an alternative method.

as you reach forward to run your hand ever so heedlessly up his chest, a faux illusion of planning your mapping, you think you might just settle on the latter.

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[chaosduckies]

Surprise Sketches of some OC’s I was working on for a fic I was writing. Again, not an artist but I think they turned out okay! :D (I think the tiny is going to be smaller but I’m physically incapable of drawing that small on my current canvas size)

Don’t worry, the big guy is gentle… even if sometimes he doesn’t realize things until after he’s done them. But aghhh. Tiny with a broken wing, forced to stay with someone hundreds of times bigger than himself until he’s healed up which could take months? Amazing. Chef’s kiss

I won’t reveal the names yet, but this one is an extreme size difference because I love it so much 🫶

[ssreeder]

Chapters: 22/31 Fandom: Avatar: The Last Airbender Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar), Aang/Katara (Avatar), others to be tagged later - Relationship Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar), Aang (Avatar), Katara (Avatar), Toph Beifong, Jet (Avatar), Suki (Avatar), Kyoshi Warriors (Avatar), Iroh (Avatar), Jee (Avatar), Hakoda (Avatar), Bato (Avatar), A bunch of OCs, Long Feng, Joo Dee (Avatar), Azula (Avatar), Mai (Avatar), Ty Lee (Avatar), Ozai (Avatar), General Fong (Avatar) Additional Tags: Violence, Blood and Injury, War, Minor Character Death, Rape/Non-con Elements, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Attempted Sexual Assault, Major Character Injury, Amputation, Implied/Referenced Suicide, possible major character death, themes similar to the first two books, Sexism, Racism (like has already been written in first two books), dark themes, Human Trafficking, Slavery, Just a lot of dark war-like themes, there will be a battle, Torture, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Injury Recovery, Healing, Underage Sex, Underage Drinking, Animal Death, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Warnings each chapter, Hopefully some healing for Zuko finally, no promises, but that’s the goal, Reunions, hopefully a happy ending, Sokka gets some healing too, Non-Consensual Drug Use Series: Part 3 of Leaving It All Behind Summary:

-This is the last book of the series LIAB, please go read the other two books before this, or you will be very confused-

Zuko has been taken by the Earth Kingdom army to who-knows-where, and Sokka is determined to get him back.

But he can’t do it alone.

With Suki and the Kyoshi Warriors by his side, Sokka is headed to Ba Sing Se to find Katara and Aang so they can go rescue his fire bender.

Things aren’t as easy as he had hoped. Corruption, lies, and unknown horrors await them inside the city’s walls. None of this is helping Sokka’s mental well-being.

Hakoda and his men face a problem of their own as Azula approaches with the intentions of making it rain fire.

Sokka and Zuko will both find themselves having to reintegrate back into a life they thought they left behind, with people they hardly remember. It isn’t easy for anyone, especially when they don’t recognize the person standing in front of them.

[strewwwberry]

I'm adding on to - this - thought coz a commenter has made my brain worms activate

Okay so, if binghes biological parents raised him, then the whole birthing process needs to be explained in some way, here's what I've got so far

My idea originates with cang qiong mountain(CQM) and other sects finding huan hua palace's(HHP) quite sudden demand for a heavenly demons persecution to be... At the very least unceremonial

(I like to think that before the issues with TLJ, problems with demons didn't extend past occasional interferences at the borders and when demons and more dangerous/paranormal esc creatures stir issues within mortal grounds, like sower demons skinning mortals, not cool babez find food else where)

In doing so perhaps temporary imprisonment of said heavenly demon is put in order, so an investigation about his possible misdeeds could be opened, in which no transgressions, except for unconventional relations with a cultivating head disciple, could be uncovered and no arguments from HHP could carry any doubt in these insights

So the whole sealing Tianlang Jun(TLJ) is bipassed and he's pretty much told to get his ass back into the demon realm, until further notice, as to not add more fuel to an already blazing fire

During this I can imagine HHP master, Lao Gongzhu, is quite literally pulling his grey hair out and hasn't really had the time to "deal with" su xiyan's(SXY) "issue" (pregnancy), aside from imprisonment, and drugs hidden in food that she knows better then to eat, thus she is starved up until TLJ is kicked back into The demon realm

SXY has now been missing for a few weeks (surviving mainly off of cultivation, and fetus bingbing surviving mainly off of a mixture of SXY's efforts with her cultivation and having demon blood in his veins)

CQM is the first to notice her absence from basically existence due to TLJ's continuous cries over her during his temporary imprisonment

So again they dig deeper as they, and some other sects, having previously already disliked HHP due to their pompous attitude, and now having straight up evidence of questionable decisions/actions, decide that all of these odd happenings gives credence to simply not trust a thing HHP has to say

And what do you know? They find a half starved SXY pregnant in the literal underground water prison infamous for harboring what is supposed to be notorious and dangerous criminals

She Is freed and immediately put under Cian Cao Mountain for urgent care,

In addition a sort of crisis management meeting would be held after further investigation into huan hua palace's connections, motives, and actions, to basically decide if eradicating HHP and not just simply rehabilitating, changing leaders/heads etc, will be a much better idea both for uprooting corrupt yet powerful groups, and also because it takes a lot of time, money, and effort to not just redo mini placement exams to figure out where to move genuinely innocent disciples and cultivators to new sects (if they so desire)

Anywho, that's all ive got so far I'll probs carry this on after over slept lol it's like 1 am and I promised myself id start sleeping earlier 😂, hope use enjoyed this haha

[good-beans]

My brief takeaways from Deep Cover because I looooved it >:3

The project isn’t a mystery to solve, it’s giving up extra context to humanize the characters with each video. While Harrow gave us a ton of info on her crime and details, this video focused way more on her motivations/thoughts, which is just as important to her case.

She was at law school, already a pretty intense person, and started following the case of the redhead kidnapper. She tracks him down, planning on beating him up and saving the girl. When she’s actually there, seeing it, she’s overcome by emotion (and there may be personal trauma related, but we can’t tell that yet.) She loses control while beating him up, and he ends up dead. 

The realization of what she’s done hits her hard. She never meant for him to die. She thought he was the worst of the worst, and probably deserved it, but she was not emotionally prepared to take a life. That’s what that terrified look in her eyes is. The little girl runs up to thank her, and she clings to the child because she’s clinging to her as justification. There was a reason she killed him, right? This girl is the reason… right? Being a hero is the reason. She’s struggling so much with the guilt of becoming a murderer, she frantically latches on to this – she must now make herself entirely into a hero if she’s even going to justify this murder. She looks for her next target, please give her the next target, because without that, she’s just some kid who killed someone.

Deep Cover shows that Kotoko is trying desperately to separate herself from a real killer. Well, her idea of a real killer – she sees them as an abstract concept, not as humans. They are villains. Monsters. (Chess pieces to be broken, not people).  She’s so scared and ashamed of being one, she’s doing everything possible to be different from them. She's above them. She's in a different league from them. She doesn’t want to be a role model to the little girl (and rejects her harshly in that one scene on the street) because she’s so horrified by her own actions and doesn’t think she deserves it.

There’s so much good stuff going on in this video !!! It's an incredible look into her head and the animation is absolutely gorgeous waahh ;---;

[osamusriceballs]

The Accident - Part XI

Atsumu x fem reader

Warnings: None

Words: ~ 3,1 k

About: A date with Atsumu Miya~

Part I II -> Next Part

The silence is almost intimidating, and you find yourself looking around in silent awe.

Atsumu looks exceptionally good. The red uniform suits him well, and he looks even better and more professional than in the videos you've seen. "I can't believe we're actually here. I didn't want to ask Hinata for tickets because he's been busy lately, but I can't believe Atsumu-san managed to get two tickets for this- in the front row even!"

You nod and gaze at the court thinking back at the sudden message that you had received a few days ago.

Atsumu: "Are you free this weekend, Mrs. Miya?"

You stare at the message blankly, trying to figure out what to say. You had just started your nightly routine, not really expecting Atsumu to send you a message tonight. But here it is, white and blue. With a nickname that makes your heart skip a beat.

You: "Yes! :)"

Atsumu: "Great. Wanna come and watch me play? We can hang out at Samu's or my place after that, if you're up for it?"

You: "Sounds good!"

Atsumu: "I'll save ya two spots if you want to. You can bring your friend; Shoyo-kun will be there too. I'm sure she's interested too."

You: "I'll ask her. Thank you for being so considerate <;3"

You close your eyes for a few seconds, fearing his reaction to the heart emoji.

When you open them, you see his instant reply.

Atsumu: "Of course <3 I can't meet ya before probably, but we'll keep in touch, 'kay?"

You: "See you then &lt;3"

Atsumu: "See ya <;3"

It's a special event, a pre-match before the Olympics fully start in a few weeks. The stadium is only half-full, but the people watch excitedly how the members of the Japanese Olympic team participate in a promotional match against each other. Apparently, a very exclusive event that has not been opened to the public, yet, here you are. Sitting in the first row next to Yachi with a drink in your hands—one that she got for you, despite your protests.

"Look, he is going to serve. That's why they are all quiet. It probably won't be like that during the Olympics; there will be a different audience. Today is a very special event. Randomized teams and starting positions, but look how well they all adapt. True professionals." Yachi whispers into your ear, her cheeks flushed already from her drink. You're just glad that Tsukishima has offered to pick her up after the game, you would have been worried about her otherwise.

"It's so quiet; it's almost intimidating." You whisper back and watch Atsumu. He seems really focused on his set, his expression cold and blank, unlike you've ever seen him before. He's truly intimidating on the court.

He seems very focused when he's taking a few steps back and concentrates on a point in the opposite field. It just takes a few seconds, and then you see him jump, the ball flying towards the field in the fraction of a moment. The loud impact makes you shiver, while you watch the field in stunned silence. When you glance back at Atsumu, you could have sworn that he looked at you before he high-fives one of his teammates. The crowd yells and cheers, and you find yourself clapping and calling his name too.

"Did you see that? That's what the boys had to endure back in high school. And it was just as scary back then." Yachi groans and rubs her bare arms; the goosebumps visible in the brightly lit hall. "He's amazing." You know that you're probably watching him with hearts in your eyes, but you can't help yourself when your heart skips a beat at the way he got even more attractive to you now that you've seen him actually play. You definitely get the fangirls now.

As he prepares to set again, you hold your breath nervously, and this time the other team manages to receive it. You watch with wide eyes how the ball is suddenly on the other side of the court again, a quick attack from someone you recognize as Bokuto, and then it's Atsumu who sets the ball flawlessly, a dark-haired spiker scoring a point. The crowd goes wild, chanting a name that you don't know yet, and Yachi is quick to lean over to you again while you watch Atsumu and the dark-haired player exchange a wordless fist bump.

"That's Sakusa Kiyoomi; him and Atsumu-san make a deadly combo on the court." You nod, your eyes not moving from Atsumu, who suddenly turns to you and grins widely. You shyly wave back and give him a thumbs up and a smile; he winks, holding up another finger and pointing to you and then to the ball. You're not sure you completely understand what he's trying to tell you, but you still nod and smile, hoping it was an appropriate reaction.

You finally get that he probably meant to tell you that he'll do another service ace for you when he nails the serve effortlessly, and you stare at him with wide eyes when he turns to you and playfully winks with a thumbs up. You cheer loudly for him, and Yachi also cheers alongside you, not noticing the silent exchange that had just happened right next to her.

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The teams bow when they finish the game and wave to the crowd, probably well-aware that some of their greatest sponsors sit alongside there. "That was amazing!" You smile at Yachi, and you both clink your glasses and drink the rest of the drinks.

"Kei will pick me up at the back entrance; is it okay if I leave you here?" She looks at you with worry etched in her features, and you nod reassuringly. "He'll pick me up right here. Don't worry; I'm sure he'll be here soon."

You hug her, and after you promise to text her, you sit back in your place. You watch all the people leave until the hall is almost empty, and then finally, after you played with your phone for a while, the athletes start to stroll in the hall, now dressed normally and all of them looking fresh. You look for Atsumu and quickly spot his blonde bright hair. He is now sporting a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt that tightly fits on his torso, his blonde hair still slightly wet from the shower—he looks really good. He strides energetically towards you, a delighted expression on his face, and he doesn't even hesitate before he pulls you into a tight hug.

"Hey."

"Hey, Atsumu. You were great; congratulations." You mumble against his shoulder, and he squeezes you a bit tighter before he lets you go. "Thanks. I hope you had fun."

"I did! I loved every second; it was really cool."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders while you speak and gently directs you towards the exit. "Just wait till ya see the Olympics, that will be even better. Let's go to my place, huh?" You nod and follow him to his car.

xxx

Atsumu has a really nice apartment. It's rather high up, but the elevator is so modern and smooth that you barely realize how high you drive up. Everything is clean and cozy, and you find several pictures of Atsumu and his family on the wall and a lot of trophies. The TV on the wall is ridiculously big, but the couch is far away from it, far enough for it not to strain your eyes. Atsumu gestures for you to take a seat on the couch in the living room, and you sit down comfortably.

"I felt a bit out of place, though. Everyone was wearing fan shirts. I should probably get one too for the next game." You stare down at your plain shirt while Atsumu takes a seat next to you, still making sure to keep enough distance not to make you uncomfortable.

"You wanna wear a shirt with my number?" He grins at you, his eyes sparkling while he musters you, and you embarrassedly laugh. "I still need to decide about my favorite player. I might favor Sakusa Kiyoomi, he seemed quite impressive too. And Kageyama's sets were amazing as well." He pouts at your words, pressing his hand to his chest as if you just wounded him. You quickly raise your hands and laugh.

"I was just kidding. Of course, I'd only wear your number. I want to support your big dream of becoming a famous volleyball player someday."

He nods approvingly and reaches into his bag. "In that case, I think I have the perfect shirt for you." He offers you a crumpled piece of cloth that you quickly recognize as the shirt he's been wearing during the game. You stare at him blankly, your eyes wandering from the shirt in his hand to his face. "That's your shirt."

"Yes." He nods, still holding the shirt up.

"You will need it for the Olympics."

"Yes."

"Won't you get in trouble for this?"

"It's not like they can fire me at this point." He just shrugs his shoulder, and you finally reach out for it. "Thank you."

"Of course, can't have ya walking around with Omi's number. He is the worst, have ya seen his ugly face and his glare? I dunno why he has so many fans." He fakes a gagging sound, and you giggle while you place the shirt on the couch next to you. You're quite sure that his shirt would sell online for a fortune—especially his worn shirt. Not that you would do that.

"You seemed to get along pretty well with him on the court." You say with a teasing smile, and he rolls his eyes playfully. "He's still an ass sometimes. He's just lucky that he's good at playing. Would have ditched him otherwise. But we normally get along well, I just love complainin' about him."

"He seems... quite intense." You both exchange a glance and nod in silent agreement, and then he clears his throat.

"Uhm.. do ya wanna drink something?"

"Water is good, thanks." You smile, and he is quick to go into the kitchen and return with two glasses and a carafe of water.

"Thanks." you smile and take a sip of the glass he offers you. You both sit there for a few seconds in silence, and you mentally debate if you should suggest for him to turn on a movie or something- or to start a new topic, but he always makes your brain go blank. You wonder if he regrets his choice of inviting you over. He might have been curious about you in the beginning, like you were curious about him, but what does he actually think about you? He's so hard to read, especially since you're having a hard time figuring out if he just has a natural flirty personality or if he just does it with you. You try to stay calm while you keep on overthinking next to him, your hand tightening almost uncomfortably hard around the glass, but then he suddenly interrupts your thoughts.

"Ya wanna play a game? I got this truth or dare on mobile thing. I bought the full lifetime version when I was drunk a few years ago, and I plan to use it to the fullest." His brown eyes are warm when you meet them and you find yourself forgetting about your worries.

"Oh? I think that is a story that I'd love to hear."

"Ya might if ya use a dare for that." He winks, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He fishes for his phone and starts typing your names in the bright and cartoonish-styled app. "Is random mode fine with ya?"

"Sure." You smile and wait for him to set things up, and he places the phone between the both of you an you both look curiously at the screen.

dare for Atsumu:

Show your latest pic in your camera roll.

He pales visibly after reading it and stares at his phone blankly while you eye him curiously. "Can I pass?" Your eyes widen at his sudden static state, and you simply nod. "Uhm... you don't have to do it if you're not comfortable."

He sighs and runs his hand through his hair. "I just don't want to make ya uncomfortable."

Now he has really piqued your interest. "I won't be. Promise."

He doesn't seem convinced but opens the gallery in front of your eyes and clicks on the last picture—a shirtless picture of him, probably taken right after the game. He's still wearing the red shorts and very seductively grinning into the camera, his bare abs on full display for the camera. You quickly avert your gaze and clear your throat, feeling like a teenager looking at their crush. You now rub your throat to hide how flustered you feel from just seeing a goddamn picture of him. "I didn't expect that, to be honest. It's - uh- a nice picture, though."

"I didn't plan on posting it; I just like the after-game pump." He is quick to explain, and you just nod with warm cheeks. It's definitely getting hotter in here. The game successfully managed to create tension in the room- something that you didn't expect from a game that looks like a dorky party game. You take another sip and clear your throat. "Uhm... next?"

"Yeah." He is quick to open the app and tap on the screen.

truth for Y/N:

Who is the hottest person in the room?

You laugh and point at Atsumu. "That is quite self-explanatory."

"Ya got an easy one here since it's just the two of us." He complains and looks at you accusingly while you just laugh about his cute pout.

"Make it a bit more demanding then?"

"How about you tell me who's the hottest person in the Olympic team? You've seen all of us play today. Who's your favorite?"

"I haven't seen them all close up," you try to be neutral, but he just groans.

"There was a poll once about hot volleyball players worldwide, and someone from the Argentinean team won. He's close to Tobio-kun, apparently."

"You didn't win?" You look at him surprised. Atsumu is definitely on the hotter side of the team members from what you've seen so far- at least in your eyes. You haven't really paid attention to the other players though, your eyes always coming back to Atsumu.

"Ya seem genuinely surprised; I take that as a compliment. Nah, I didn't win, but I was in the Top Ten." He proudly puffs his chest, and you give him a playful thumbs up. "Congrats. I would have put you on number one, though." You try your best to calm your heartbeat when you see how intensely he looks at you at your words.

He grins and nods before he simply turns on his phone again without saying more about it.

dare for Atsumu:

Take a picture with a person in the room and set it as your profile pic.

"I can't set it as my Instagram pic or somethin' like that, but maybe just my screensaver?" He says as he contemplates his options.

You nod and move closer to him on the couch, until your shoulders are touching and your knees almost bumping together. He lifts the phone for a selfie and tilts his head in your direction while you tilt yours in his direction and you both try to smile brightly.

You look awkward.

That's easy to tell, and he seems to notice too because he's not taking a picture. "Uhm- maybe. We should do it like this."

He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you closer to his chest, and you hear the click of the camera while you look surprisedly at him- shocked at this bold actin. "Now, look at the camera." His hand comes up to pinch your cheek gently, and you find yourself smiling at his actions. He's probably in a good mood since he won the game today, so you just let him proceed, trying not to think that this had a deeper meaning- because it probably doesn't. He grins too and takes another picture, and you remain in that position for a few more seconds, his pleasant smell invading your senses now that you're so close to him, and you subtly try to inhale deeply again. He feels good against you. Warm and solid, your body almost naturally fitting against his. Even though you'd love to stay, you slowly move back to your place and create some distance between the two of you. His muscles seem even more prominent when you look at his still raised arm and he slowly lets it sink down to his side.

He goes into his gallery again, and you both look at the two pictures. You look like a real couple. With the way you look up at him, pressed against his chest, your expression clearly flustered while he looks down at you with a grin- it's almost too intimate for you to bear. The other one in which you both smile brightly while he pinches your cheek is a rather cute picture, and he hums while he taps the picture.

"I'll take the second one then?" You nod and watch him set it as a background. "It looks nice." You nod again, definitely not trusting your voice. He is perfect boyfriend material.

"Next one then?" He sets up his phone, and you hold your breath for a second when the words show up.

dare for Y/N:

Kiss the hottest person in the room.

You awkwardly laugh and look down at your glass of water, waiting for him to laugh with you. But he doesn't. It's just silent between you now. Atsumu has not shown any reaction, just staying still as he is, still looking at the screen. You look at him with furrowed brows and then again at the screen. Should you-

No. What are you thinking?

You notice that Atsumu's knee has started bouncing, something that you think is his reaction when he's feeling nervous, and you experimentally lean just a bit closer after taking a deep breath and his eyes move from the screen to you.

His gaze flickers from your eyes to your lips when you lean forward just a bit more, and then he is slowly leaning into you too, much to your surprise. Your gaze shifts to his lips, parted just the slightest bit, so kissable-

He is waiting for you to make your move, giving up all control of the situation to let you do as you're comfortable with- and then you realize one thing when your breath meets his lips and your eyes fall shut.

You're about to kiss Atsumu Miya.

[drrav3nb]

OUR LITTLE SECRET

Synopsis: With the deadline for the The Bear's grand opening only six months away, Carmy and Sydney have been working in secret on a menu fit for their new restaurant. But their joint departures and clandestine meetings have been making their colleagues curious as to what is going on between the two...

Read the fic here

[tonberry-yoda]

Are You Gonna Eat That? - Bokuto

notes - Hi! I did it! I wrote for the lil guy!! I held a poll a little bit ago, so this fic was for that! I love doing polls sm. I wanna do a bunch more, so expect those soon! Also, happy summer! It's finally summer break for me! I've been a bit busy because we've been doing inventory at my library, but after this week, I should be back to writing more! Thanks for being awesome everyone! I love you all! Make sure to stay hydrated and well <3

word count - 455

"Are you gonna eat that?" Bokuto asked for the sixth time, laying his chin on the table, giving you puppy dog eyes.

You looked at Bokuto with a straight expression and sighed. "Yes, Bokuto, I'm going to eat that. I'm just talking to some friends and don't wanna have my mouth full."

Bokuto's stomach growled and he groaned, laying out his hands in front of him. "But I'm still so hungryyyyyyyy!"

"Look," you sighed and slid him over a cracker with a sliver of cheese on it, which he took like a feral animal. "I know you're hungry from all that playing, but I'm hungry too. Being a team manager can get pretty exhausting, especially when you're taking care of a bunch of teenage boys. That's all you get, okay?"

Bokuto smiled at you brightly, nibbling on the cracker slowly. "Thanks, y/n! You're the best manager ever!"

You just jokingly rolled your eyes with a chuckle. "Thanks, Bokuto."

"Hey, maybe as a thanks for being so awesome, I'll take you on a date after this whole volleyball camp thing."

You immediately felt your face heat. You never admitted it out loud, but you definitely had a huge crush on Bokuto. You had known each other since before high school and you had always been his number one supporter in his all time favorite sport.

So to hear him ask for a date was a dream come true, but it also just felt like he was bullshitting you.

"Very funny, Bokuto." you laughed, continuing to eat your food.

"I'm serious." he said, resting his cheeks on his hands, leaning in close to you from across the table. "I think we should totally go on a date."

"What, so you can ask me if I'm gonna eat my dinner and pick off of my plate?" you snorted.

"No, y/n," he laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "I actually think we should go on a date. I've been meaning to ask you for a while and I thought that would be the perfect time to let it slip out."

You knew your face was bright red, but if anything said anything, you would blame it on the sun.

"I would love to." you replied quietly, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

"R-Really?!" Bokuto stood up in shock.

"Yes, really, dummy."

"Oh my god!! This is great!" He let out little laughs, showing how both nervous and excited he was. "After the camp, okay? I can't wait!" He then ran off to god knows where, either to tell some friends or just celebrate alone.

Either way, you were excited. You had waited too long for a date from that stupid boy.

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2023 @tonberry-yoda – do not repost or claim ANY of my work as your own! likes, reblogs, and comments are not only welcome, but appreciated

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[silkythewriter]

Silky,dear... if you don't mind, could you please do a headcannon for Dee with strawberry s/o. She's so cheerful,kind and understanding ❤️ please. I love your blog,And I've admired you for a long time😭✨

❤︎︎“I love everybody because I love you”❤︎︎

Warnings: might be a bit OOC! Haven’t written about him in awhile I apologize!

Fandom: metal family!

Author note: HIHI!!! OMG TYSM?! UR SO SWEET (⊃｡•́‿•̀｡)⊃AHH I LOVE THIS REQUEST TYSM!! please request again this was absolutely AWSOME to make

Summary: Your boyfriend Dee, was one hell of sight, but with you happily walking with a cheerful bounce with him you can imagine the stares you get for the contrast. One doll of a person and then the blond who almost looked straight out of the dead with his dark eyeshadow.

❤️Written by silkythewriter Do not steal or repost on any other platform please! <3.❤️

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

“I love it when you look my way”

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

The contrast between you and him is like day and light, and when you both come strolling by weather that be passing by the local convent shop. Or making a quick stop to a store that’s peeked your interest, eyes were bound to wonder. The stares were noticeable, but you guys have gotten use to it, cause your love for him couldn’t be dented by a pair of curious eyes.

Your personality peeked his interest, I mean who could be this kind and caring??, no less to just some normal people who haven’t impacted you in any significant way. It just made him…confused? (-∀-💦)

The way your kind eyes stared at him Tugged at his heart in an alarming (at least to him) way! The blush that spreed across his face the first time you gave him a sliver of kindness was to much for him.

Your cheerfulness always brightened him up especially after tough interactions with glam. Railing up and you being the only one to comfort him back to his collected self. And even if he doesn’t vocalize it he is very much grateful <3.

You make it point to make him feel understand-ed and would never make him feel alienated by his interest un like some un kind people. You let him rant about his newly found obsession or just show off a new skill he learnt.

Even small things like you congratulating him on a good score he got, or maybe for remembering the smallest thing, even commenting on his intelligence. It’s not like his teachers, just thanking him for being the only knowledgeable student, but instead asking more questions to learn more about the topic, and really see how much he knows. And though he doesn’t like being bombarded questions he deems stupid, when it comes to you it makes him like seeing the shock and awed look you give him. Can you blame him? Not only is it adorable but he likes showing off in front of you.

He would rather be dead then admit this but he loves the way you smell like strawberry, he would take this to his grave before admitting this he finds it embarrassing ( =ω= )

Let’s you do his eye shadow only because of how delicate and caring you are with it, you always make sure to take your time so you don’t hurt him little moments like that is what he absolutely adores about you!

I feel like he gets easily flustered by physical touch so whenever your get happy just by seeing him and hug him you can look up and see him red as a strawberry (≧◡≦) ♡

Whenever he goes shopping in the off chance he has some money to spend after he’s done grabbing some clothing he always makes sure to drop by your favorite store. Weather that be a cute accessory story, or a small bakery you might have said you enjoyed, either way he always makes sure he has left over money. So whenever he has a bag filled of random darkly colored clothing only to walk into a store and buy you some pink clips for your hair you can imagine the cashiers surprise. Dee though a bit embarrassed doesn’t care much it’s worth seeing your bright smile at the small item.

Heavy absolutely ADORES you! Literally bouncing off the walls when you come walking in with his brother. He was at first taken a back from how much polar opposite’s you and Dee are but quickly got over it after realizing how sweet you are!.

Heavy definitely teases Dee jokingly before running off after Dee’s had enough you get to sit as you see them bicker you find it amusing but always make sure to help Dee calm down! ( ´͈ ◡ `͈ )

Secretly has the same perfume brand you use and sprays it on his bed or around his room at night because it reminds him of you and comforts him but I didn’t tell you that! (▰˘◡˘▰)💦

He gets jealous easily especially when everyone gets so quickly comfortable with you cause of your inviting personality, he dose poorly to hide this but also hates being called out for it especially by his brother.

But just by you hugging him and saying comforting words makes it all go away, you just know how to make him melt in the best possible way.

But with that all said you basically have him wrapped around your little finger. And though he hates to admit it, he wouldn’t have it any other way <3.

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

ミ★❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎❤︎︎ミ★

AH WOW IM RLLY RUSTY (๑•́ω•̀๑)💦 I haven’t made head-canons in a hot minute, so I am so sorry if he’s OOC or their not the best, BUT THANK SM THIS WAS SO FUN TO WRITE ESPECIALLY FOR MY FIRST HEADCANONS IN AWHILE!! ٩(ᐛ)و

[holocene-sims]

happy birthday to me 🎂

as a gift to y'all on my (not) special day, on this semi-okay monday, i am restarting my story queue 🎉

oh yes, everything the stars promised is so back! and running again at 2 posts at 8 and 9 PM EST for the time being 🥂 i'll slow it down if necessary, but 2 posts a day seems to work pretty well!

[malarkgirlypop]

MEDIC! Part 20 (Donald Malarkey x Fem!OC)

HHHHHHEEEEEEHHEHEHEHEH AHHHHHHH and that's all I have to say!

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to anyone involved.Keep reading

Tag list: @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2 (let me know if you want to be tagged.)

We walk out of the building, I’m moving quickly, ecstatic to get to these showers and get in them. An explosion stops me in place, it sounded near and like it hit the street. “Someone’s been hit!” A person yells. I move quickly, darting down the street to where the man stands. I round the corner, Gene already leaning over the soldier. I kneel beside Gene, it’s obvious now that the man is dead. 

“He was dead by the time I got to him.” Gene says with a defeated sigh. “I got it, you can go.” 

He says as he writes in his notepad, detailing the events to hand onto one of the ranking officers. 

“Are you sure Gene, I’m happy to help.” Gene turns and smiles at me, patting me on the shoulder.

“It’s fine, I got here first anyway.” I nod standing. Other men have gathered behind us. Ron and Don disperse the men, sending them on their way. I follow behind them. My steps are not so light anymore. 

I see the showers, a smile appears on my face. I stand in line waiting patiently for my turn. I can hear the sound of running water and smell soap. It’s heavenly. I can’t take my eyes off the line, watching every man move slowly forward. Come on! Lieb falls into line behind me. So close to the front. Almost there. 

“2nd platoon on me.” Don calls, Lieb ushers me out of the line that I so desperately don’t want to leave. 

“Come on, he's calling us.” His hands on my shoulders, pushing me towards where Don stands. I groan in frustration, now I have to go to the back of the line again. We gather around Don. 

“All right, I’m leading this patrol.” My heart sinks, that was not the news I wanted to hear. “The CO wants Grant, Liebgott, Wynn, Jackson, Shifty from 3rd platoon and Webster.” Don finishes relaying the news. That seems to be all the men from 2nd platoon. I don’t want any of them to go, can’t this be done by now? 

“They want anyone from 1st platoon.” Cobb asks from behind the group, eavesdropping.

“No.” Don dismisses the man. 

“Is there anyone they don’t want from second? Jesus Christ.” Lieb states clearly pissed.

“That list sounds like everybody to me.” Don says walking away. 

“It’s always 2nd platoon. I swear to God, if we were down to three guys, they’d still want us for it.” I wander off as Lieb speaks feeling like I am in a daze. Trying not to let my head spin from the what if’s of this patrol tonight. I can’t think about that, not right now. I can spiral from over-thinking, which I love to do.  

I stand in the line, looking at my feet. I cast my glance up, Don stands just in front of me. I go to open my mouth to say something, but in a fluid motion he pulls his top off. I close my mouth quickly, my eyes widening. I try not to stare, but I can’t pull my eyes off of him. He doesn’t seem to notice me as he pulls off his singlet, leaving him completely bare on his top half. I gulp. My heart rate quickens as a hot blush rises to my cheeks. His chest is rippled with muscles, his arms look bulky and strong. He doesn’t even realise me or how flustered I am. I can feel my breath quicken. 

“Em, I didn’t know that you were a little perv.” Lieb whispers in my ear, I jump in fright spinning to face him. My face still bears the tinge of pink from moments earlier. 

“I’m-I’m not a perv!” I try to defend myself but Lieb must’ve watched it all, with great entertainment. The smirk he wears says it all. “I wasn’t looking!” I try to deny it. Lieb chuckles. 

“Sure you weren’t, you little perv.” He rubs it in further, causing me to turn a deeper shade of red. 

“Look at you all flustered, Emily.” He teases, squeezing my face in his hands. I pull from his grasp, pushing him in the chest. 

“I was just waiting for the shower.” I try my best to lie to him. He just grins wider.

“I guess it’s fine he is your husband after all.” He winks at me. I gawk, hitting him in the arm. 

“Lieb! He isn’t my husband. Skip and Alex were kidding!” I try to convince the grinning man, he looks pleased at how he has wound me up. I go after him, playfully trying to attack him. He has me by my wrists before I can even make a punch. 

“So feisty, little perv.” I groan, I’m so embarrassed. 

“Stop!” I whine, trying to plead with Joe to end this torture, but he is having too much fun. 

“You know who else would love to hear this information, Babe and Grant.” Lieb releases me from his hold, darting off to find the two men. I take chase, yelling after him to stop. He weaves through the crowd, but I stay on his tail. I see him clock the pair, together waiting in line for the other set of showers that are running. 

“Babe, Grant!” He calls them as he runs up. I am not far behind, jumping on his back and covering his mouth with my hands. The pair looked very confused, as we wrestled with each other. Lieb pulls me from his back, taking my arms and crossing them over my chest, pinning me to his front so I can’t hit him anymore. I wiggle in protest but he is stronger than me holding me in place. I face outwards staring at Grant and Babe for help. 

“Guess what?” Lieb starts, as I fight against him, it’s no use I’m stuck. I lean my head back into Lieb’s chest, groaning in shame. 

“Well Emily was perving on Malarkey as he was getting undressed to go in the shower.” Lieb excitedly tells the men. I hang my head, I’m so humiliated. Babe and Grant burst out laughing, Lieb joins them as well. I stand glaring at them. 

“Haha, very funny.” I say unamused, but the men keep giggling.

“What, so our little Em isn’t as innocent as she seems.” Grant teases. 

“You wanna find out Grant?” I tease them back, he seems to stall. I grin at them all. They laugh again. 

“Aww Em you’re so cute.” They clearly don’t take my threat seriously. I roll my eyes.  

“Can I have a shower now or what?” I tilt my head up asking the man who still has me caged into his chest. He releases me from his hold, as I step away from him. I walk away flipping them the bird as I leave, they laugh again. 

I finally made it to the front of the line. “Oh miss, you can’t shower here.” One of the soldiers stops me. I take a deep breath, you’ve got to be kidding me!  

“Why not?” I ask, as men move past me to go and shower. 

“Well this is the men’s shower, no females allowed. The men wouldn’t be comfortable with you there.” He informs me. 

“But I’m a medic, body parts don’t phase me. Plus I was going to keep my underwear on.” The man’s face flushes pink. 

“No, this is men’s only, sorry.” He tells me again. 

“Well, is there a female one?” I ask. 

“No.” He states. 

“But, what about me? Where do I shower?” He shrugs. I sigh in frustration. I march away from the tent. “Stupid good for nothing mother fuckers.” I rant quietly under my breath. I see Captain Speirs march past me. “Captain!” I call for him, running to catch up.

“Is there a problem Emily?” He asks, looking concerned. 

“Yes.” I say. “There is nowhere for me to shower, sir. They won’t let me shower in the main tents.” I explain to him, he nods in understanding. 

“You can use the officers shower Emily.” Ron says nonchalantly. My face lights up. I throw my arms around his neck hugging him. 

“Thank you! Thank you!” He stills under me. I let go, stepping back, “Sorry, sir.” I say sheepishly. 

“It’s fine Emily, they are just round the back, go wash up.” I nod enthusiastically. I skip down the street. Picking up a clean uniform on the way. 

I make it to the officers showers, much nicer than the other ones. It is a single shower that has a locking door. Meaning I can get fully undressed. I grin, very happy with the outcome. 

I hang my uniform on the door outside, hiding the clean underwear and bra I stole from one of the houses under the clothes so no one can see them. Listen you do what you gotta do! I take off my shoes and socks, looking at the new pair of boots I had been given with thick warm socks. This was going to be the best. Getting clean and then into clean clothes. 

I step into the shower, locking the door behind me. I strip, tossing my dirty uniform on the floor. While I shower I can hand wash my underwear, thank you crafty queen. I hang my towel on the inside of the door. 

I turn on the water. I almost melt, the hot water cascading down my body. I sigh in content. I tilt my head back letting the water run down my hair and face. It eases my cold aching bones. I run my fingers through my hair brushing out the knots. My hair is so long now. Lieb always offers to cut it, but he’s a barber not a hairdresser. I would rather have it long than have him chop it. 

Due to the cold my hair looks darker than normal. It’s a medium warm blonde, but when it’s wet it looks like a soft brown until it dries. Even when it’s wet my hair still forms into ringlets. According to my mum, my dad had curly hair. I always asked because her hair was dead straight. When I was little she said it was because I ate all my greens and the crust of my toast. I was always complimented on my hair, a normal compliment I would get from older ladies was, ‘I paid so much money when I was younger for my hair to look like that, and you get it for free so lucky.’ 

Seemed the best era to be in to have curly thick hair. But it didn’t feel that way with no shampoo and conditioner and shitty combs that would break as soon as I put the tiniest amount of force behind it. All the men had to do was shave occasionally, I on the other hand normally had a whole skin care routine, god I miss my face wash and moisturiser. I couldn’t do that now, I still tried to wash my face each night, but most of the time I couldn’t be bothered. 

I washed myself head to toe with a bar of soap. I also washed the bra and undies in the shower with me. I will have to find a sneaky place to dry these so that I’m not just casually hanging them up for everyone to see. I took the opportunity to shave my legs with one of the razors 

I had stolen off of one of the men, they hardly noticed when their stuff went missing. I ran my hand down my leg, they were silky smooth. I turned off the faucet and towelled myself dry, wrapping it around my torso. I opened the door a crack to grab my uniform. I stared at the empty door. I shut it and opened it again, still nothing. I looked around on the ground, no clothes anywhere.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” I was livid, fuming, pissed, all of the above. I knew my clothes wouldn’t just disappear out of nowhere, someone took them, and they were going to pay. I angrily put on my socks and shoes, tightening the towel around me. I huffed as I marched through the street, who looked guilty? I didn’t care about who saw me. I was so mad.   

“Hey there, woah!” A soldier did a double-take as I passed him. 

“Who are you?” A man asked, following after me, I ignored him continuing on my hunt. 

“Pretty lady, where are you going? I can show you a good time.” A group of men trailed behind me. I rounded the corner back to where the showers were. Cobb’s eyes landed on me widening in surprise and then guilt crossed his face, got you.  

“COBB!” I roared, making everyone turn and look at me. The men who didn’t know me well enjoyed the show, however the Easy men looked like they were ready to kill me and everyone else staring. 

I marched up to Cobb, he gawked at me, “I know you took my clothes!” I accused him. 

“Emily!” Perco was beside me. “Here take my jacket.” He tried to offer it to me, but it barely covered what I had covered in the towel. 

“No thanks, short king.” I turned to look at him, “Perco, this barely covers what I am wearing now.” I told him, he nodded, stepping away. I set my sights back on the man in front of me.

“I-I didn’t take your clothes.” He stuttered. I slid my tongue along my teeth ready to tear into him. 

“What is going on here?” Bull interrupted us, “Emily what the hell are you doing in just a towel?” He asked me, looking shocked. 

“Cobb stole my clothes while I was showering!” I stabbed my finger into his chest, while I hissed menacingly. Bull glared at the man. 

“Is this true Cobb?” He asked the man. 

“I thought it was someone else!” He blurted. I fucking knew it! “I’m sorry!” 

“Oh you’re sorry! How could you not tell they were mine Cobb. It clearly had female underwear and a bra!” I shouted at him. The men watching laughed as I yelled.  

“Oh that’s right, I’m sorry, you’ve never seen women's underwear have you?” He goes to open his mouth to protest. 

“And don’t say your mother’s Cobb, that doesn't count!” I ripped into him, there was a collective ‘ooh’ after my roast from the spectators. Cobb was bright red and looked furious.    

“God is no one going to cover her.” Webster said walking up to me, he shrugged off his jacket wrapping it around my shoulders. 

“Cobb you come with me, Emily go to base and Cobb will bring you back your clothes.” I nodded still glaring at the man. Bull escorted Cobb away, looking like he was giving him a firm telling off.  

“I’ll walk you.” Webster said. I started for the base, passing Lieb, Babe and Grant who gawked. 

“Enjoy the show boys?” I asked, sending them a wink. They scoffed, shaking their heads in shock.

We made it back to base. I sat on the bed still in my towel. In my fury I had left all of my other belongings in the shower, so after I get dressed I will need to go back. I sat with Webster’s jacket still around my shoulders, none of the other men had come back yet, so Web sat across from me on the other bunk, awkwardly glancing at me from time to time. I crossed my arms over my chest, feeling very exposed. I tapped my foot anxiously on the ground. Web’s hand landed on my exposed thigh stilling my movements. 

“Sorry.” I said, rolling my shoulders.

“Does this happen often?” He asked. I laughed, shaking my head. 

“No, it's a first. I don’t normally parade around in a towel.” He chuckled, nodding his head. 

“So how are you finding it? The war?” I chuckled. 

“Some light conversation starter you got there, Web.” He smiled nervously. 

“Oh sorry, I just, I’m interested since you're a girl. There aren’t many of you on the front.” I nodded, understanding his perspective. 

“Well I can tell you it hasn’t been easy.” I gave him a sad smile, “I think this is one of the toughest things I have ever done, or ever will do. Well, maybe apart from childbirth.” He laughed at my joke. 

“But the thing is, if I had too, I would do it again. If I had a choice to go back and do it differently. I don’t think I would.” I told him honestly. He watched me intensely with his bright blue eyes. 

“These men really like you.” He says, I laugh. “You seem to have fit right in.” I smiled at him, taking the compliment. 

“Are you just trying to make up for your previous comment?” I joked. He laughed, nervously scratching the back of his head. 

“Well, maybe. It came out wrong. I didn’t mean it as an insult.” I leant forward patting him on his hand. 

“I forgive you, you’re all good.” He seemed pleased, giving me a big smile. 

“Well, well, well. What seems to be going on here, are we interrupting something?” Lieb strolled into the room rolled by Grant and Babe. I rolled my eyes, but Webster seemed to be flustered.

“What are we going to tell your husband? First you walked through the streets in just your towel and now you’re getting all touchy-feely with Web.” Grant teased, the other men laughing. Web look worried. 

“He’s not my husband!” I started to say.

“Who’s not your husband?” Don asked, walking into the room. We all fell quiet.  

“Ahhh…” Babe filled the silence with his noise. “You want to tell him?” He asked me. I looked over to Don who looked at me puzzled. 

“Did I miss something? Why are you in a towel? Where are your clothes?” He asked, looking around the room at everyone. Just as I was about to start explaining again. Bull and Cobb walked in. 

“Here are your clothes Emily.” Cobb said like a little boy who was told to apologise by his mother. I took them off him. Don looked even more confused. Bull stood with raised eyebrows as Cobb turned around, he sighed turning back to me. 

“I’m sorry for taking your clothes, that was wrong of me.” He said in a defeated voice. 

“Well I’m glad you know it.” I watched the pair leave, Bull sending me a wink over his shoulder. I grinned at him. Don just stood in the room mouth open. 

“I will explain, just let me get dressed and I’ll tell you. But can you all leave the room so I get changed please.” I stood ushering them out. 

“What about the guy on the gun outside the window?” Don asked.

“It’s fine he’s seen my boobs before.” I joked, but it flew over his head, he looked at me dumbfounded. 

“I’m kidding Don!” I reassured the man, pushing him out of the room. I quickly got changed under my towel, so that no one could see anything. I opened the doors again to the room, calling the men back upstairs.  

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Chapter 21

[thelightningstreak]

Chapter 12 for Trigun Fic, Love and Violence

Available on AO3: Start from Chapter 1 | Go to Newest Chapter

Summary: A town of humans accidentally rehabilitate a floundering, injured Knives after his deadly battle with Vash. Canon divergent gen fic.

Rated: T

[jtl-fics]

Happy first WIPW of the year Ash ✨🙂

I hope your first steps into 2024 were relaxing and exciting at the same time 🙌

[The line "I need to be in control of myself before I knock him over the head" is both the sweetest and most hilarious ever. You secretly work for a theater, don’t you? 😅🤗]

If possible, I would ask for a tiny little beautiful piece of our beloved New 👑

Happy New Year Ash 💝✨🤍💫

Greetings to Janie and FF as well ✨

WIP Wednesday 1-3-24 (Closed) | New Kings AU

"You did that on purpose!" Kevin points at Andrew as he pulls off his shoes and tries to find somewhere to wash them.

"Fuck you." Andrew manages between panting breaths.

"I was just trying to stop you from ending up in jail where you definitely won't be able to see Neil!" Kevin huffs before remembering, "Andrew, he might not-"

"Shut up!" Andrew yells. "If he's...if he's not here then I'm going to go and fucking find him." he hisses. "I know all the spots nearby. He showed me the spots he liked to hide." Andrew coughs wetly and Kevin takes a step back.

[thatoneperson747]

Chapter three of A Ranger's Eyes is up on ao3!

I'm not sure how many of my readers see my tumblr account, but for those who do, thank you so much for being so nice to me! I did not expect my first fic to do so well, especially so early. I'm really excited to keep writing it! I hope you guys enjoy what I've got in store for you :D