#literally just wracking his brain for answers lol

[firelise]

up thinking about the fact that Great's brain literally has no idea why he was shot so it just went "...hmmm...real head-scratcher....I guess it could be because of that lady we ran over that one time...? or maybe that time we helped our friend do a murder...? or maybe cuze we fucked that one guy our family hates who also hates our family...? well even if we could undo all of those decisions it could also just be because we come from a shitty family that does bad things and kills people, there's always that, can't change that huh..."

and y'know....his brain wasn't not right, a broken clock once a day and all

[lamb-teaa]

` last of his kind, or not

` C.2 - first impression failed successfully

—⁠ ` C.1 - dragons, flowers and what?

—⁠ tags: comedy/crack. romcom. Sylus x fem!reader. AU from Sylus's myth. canon divergence. obvious OOC. whipped and boy failure Sylus anyone? /hj.

—⁠ teaa's note: wasn't gonna write a continuation of this cuz I literally wrote it out on a whim but here we are lol thanks for reading!!

—⁠ and big thanks for the support!!: @crowleysthings @stxrrielle @sylusfluffymeow @sublimeinternetlady @clearlysworld @jinnmyc @mangooes @satansdaughter123 @alahamums @xxfaithlynxx @pirana10 @kyushii

The audacity.

Was the first thought that crossed Sylus's mind when the strong slap of Datura flowers hit his face.

His eyes narrowed dangerously, a deep growl rumbling in his throat as a snarl threatened its way out-

But he halted when the sight of your bewildered gaze morphed into a fierce defying glare followed by a venomous scowl as you bare your sharp fangs at him-

Oh.

Oh damn.

Sylus might've just gone crazy because his heart just did a flip-flop for a second there.

He opened his mouth, his brain wracking between introducing himself or getting off of you, which the latter should've been the first he should do obviously but he was caught off guard when you suddenly swiped him right across his face.

Your smaller yet still sharp claws graze against his skin as you raise your legs, kicking him square in the stomach, sending him stumbling backwards onto the ground in a shocked daze.

His own clawed hand slowly reached up to hold his left cheek, feeling the small trickle of blood seeping down his skin, the wound wasn't that deep but it still stunned Sylus that you did that, his eyes drifted to you in a mixture of disbelief and awe.

First you slapped him with flowers, then the next second you scratched his face.

Oh the audacity indeed.

And for the love of all misery in the world- can his heart calm down a bit?!

"Why you-"

Before Sylus could even utter another word out, you had already spread your large wings out, instantly launching yourself into the sky and flying far away from Sylus as fast as possible.

"Hey- wait!"

Sylus's eyes widened in a panic as the female dragon took flight into the air, every fibre of his being immediately screaming at him to pursue you. The thought of not seeing you again made his heart drop in dread. Now that he knew you were real, not a figment of his imagination, someone who appeared dragon-like such as himself-

He found himself wanting you.

Although, he didn't understand what he actually wanted in you.

A friend? A companion? Someone similar to him to stay by his side in this godforsaken world?

Sylus doesn't have an answer to that, but maybe you might help him find said answer.

Sylus's wings unfurled behind him as he propelled himself off the ground at a ridiculously inhumane speed. His eyes never leaving your flying form despite your best efforts in hiding amongst the thick clouds in hopes of losing his sight.

"Wait! Come back! I'm not going to hurt you!" Sylus shouted, trying to keep up with your speed, the sound of desperation crept in his voice but you didn't slow down even just a bit.

If anything, you grew even more adamant in getting as far away from him, not even giving him a chance to talk and it made Sylus more restless but even more so determined.

He was used to being feared and rejected by humans for centuries, coming to terms with his solitude life and the unfortunate fate that befall him since his birth.

Pain, it's all he ever knew and had buried deep within him.

But seeing you, a fellow dragon, running away from him was another kind of pain he never knew would hurt this much.

Because it's one thing to be rejected by humans, but it's another to be feared by his own kind that had thought to be extinct long ago.

As the chase through the skies continued on what felt like an eternity, the view of the dark dense forest came into his sight. Sylus watched in frustration as you dove deeper inside the forest, using the concentrated surrounding area to your advantage as you maneuvered across the trees at lightning speed.

His muscles ache from exertion, his breath ragged as he pushed himself to his limits, calling out to you once more, over and over and yet you still continued to ignore him.

And Sylus was losing the strands of patience he had left.

A part of him wanted to be, let's say, civil to you but he's not courteous like those noble humans and you weren't giving him any choice either.

So desperate times call for desperate measures.

Black red mist materializes between his fingertips, as it shoots out towards your direction. You didn't have time to dodge the incoming mist when it had wrapped itself around your waist and wrists before tugging you backwards, a strong force pulling you back until you collided against Sylus's broad chest.

The uncontrollable impact sent both of you tumbling down between the spikes of trees, limbs and wings tangled together. Sylus had his arms secured tightly around you, his large wings engulfing your form so you'd take less damage from the fall at the expense of his own, before both of you crashed into the dense foliage ground.

Both of you coming to a stop after rolling down the grassy steep as branches and leaves whipped on both your faces and hairs until both lay still on the ground, with you sprawled on top of him in stunned disbelief.

Time stood frozen for a moment, only labored breaths could be heard in the quiet dark forest as you slowly lifted your head to look at Sylus, your eyes widened in panic and fear.

Sensing your trepidation, his mist subconsciously tightened around your figure and so were his arms around your waist. His chest heaving with exhaustion as his bright red eyes locked with you that shone with intense desperation.

"Please." He whispered hoarsely, his tone held foreign softness in them that even surprised Sylus himself as he struggled to catch his breath from the long chase. "I mean you no harm."

"No harm?!" You hissed at him, your eyes burning with hostility as you struggled within the binding of his black red mist. "You attacked me!"

"When did I- oh." Sylus grimaced, his mind rewinding to the events back at the flower field. As much as he wanted to explain that it wasn't an attack but then he stopped himself, because yeah, getting lunged in the middle of a nowhere field while you were minding your own business did seem like one.

So the distrust was, frankly speaking, warranted.

"I.. never meant for that." His hold on you loosened a bit, his once brash confidence faltering under your scrutinizing glare, "I just.."

"Just what?!"

I thought I was hallucinating you so I wanted to make sure you were real.

Yeah, no. Even enduring longtime solitude Sylus knows that would be the worst thing to say to someone whose immediate impression of himself is a possible threat at first met.

Sylus hesitated as he lowered his hands, the black red mist slowly dissipating into thin air as it released you from his hold. He watched silently as you carefully leaned back from him, creating some space between you two, your puzzled and guarded expression etched on your face and Sylus could only hope you won't run off again, and hoping to prove to you and reassure you that he wasn't going to hurt you.

But he was caught off guard yet again when this time, you lunged forward towards him and pinned him on the ground, straddling his stomach as both your clawed hands gripped his throat that made his breath hitch in both surprise and, dare he say, strangely exciting.

"Speak your intentions!" You growled, your grip around his throat tightened, making it clear to him that you were dead serious. "Or I'll kill you!"

Well damn.

You had just threatened him and yet Sylus couldn't help but crack a small smirk at that. It was amusing, endearing even as Sylus let out a low chuckle.

What an interesting turnout of events.

"Your name.." Sylus breathed out in awe, his hand reaching up to brush a lock of hair behind your hair as he relished the sight of your adorably confused yet stunned expression.

"I want to know your name."

—⁠ teaa's extra notes: aaaand that's a wrap! idk how to continue from here on out (lie i do actually just haven't flesh it out properly am sorry) so might take a while before I pick this back up again. Multifics aren't my strongest point tbh but hopefully my upcoming short scenarios will suffice! again, thank you for reading (⁠ ⁠˘⁠ ⁠³⁠˘⁠)♡

[reason-with-the-underdog]

alhaitham seems simple but has a lot going on deeper (aka alhaitham loves media literacy)

ok all the alhaitham discourse makes me think about how there's a mismatch between alhaitham's perception and his actual self

that difference leads to:

- his moe gap

- the way that he's seen as mean/uncaring

- ppl thinking he doesnt have a personality or temper

- his humor & wit going unnoticed

i feel like i go back and forth on how complicated alhaitham is, but it all comes down to the way that he's an unreliable narrator

(he obfuscates the truth by not including details or by distracting with non-answers, so there's just a lot we don't know for certain)

like when his "something to share" voiceline is "oh i like to go to the bar after work to relax"

and he teases traveller like "if u want to know what i think, u can just read what's on the message boards lol"

when we all know he's just playing devil's advocate with kaveh on those message boards like BRUH this is on purpose

i keep harping on how his "food i dislike" voiceline gives a weird reason for why he dislikes soup because it really shows how you cannot take him seriously at all! despite his serious demeanor and tone!

taking him at 100% face value is just asking to be made a fool of bc he was being sarcastic rip lol

but that makes him a much harder character to understand! bc you have to question everything he says about himself.

like the "feeble scholar" line was literally just a joke and he's like "lol if ya wanna waste ur time getting hung up on it go ahead"

he isn't actually serious!!

and interestingly, he also doesn't care if he's understood by other people

so he won't really bother correcting incorrect assumptions about him

and he won't stop making weird sarcastic jokes that sound serious at first bc lol he thinks he's funny so why would he stop

but its not that he /can't/ be serious. so now you have to judge every line for "ok but is this a joke or real"

and even if it is genuine, next you have to consider "what's left out" because alhaitham will not be bothered to explain himself in detail. no, figure it out yourself

and sure that level of critical thinking and meta-analysis is good to apply to characters in media, but to understand alhaitham you actually have to go that deep

you can't just be lazy about it and go with a surface-level understanding

and he does this on purpose lbr

alhaitham likes reading books bc he loves picking apart the author's perspective & figuring out biases/assumptions & placing his own takes up against the author's

so of course he would delight in forcing a reader/player/fan to have to dig deeply into how he thinks & compare to themself

sorry that's called critical thinking and if you aren't capable of that then why the heck should he stoop down to your level so he can be understood?

idk so its very fitting that he is the way he is

he is interested in learning more about himself tho, hence him wanting to use kaveh as a "mirror" for self-reflection... haitham is a scholar of his own self too!

(u can argue that thru this lens he's able to intellectualise/"explain" his emotions and distance himself from them)

but yeah alhaitham purposefully chooses to live freely as he wants and doesn't care about being understood easily by other ppl

bc like all the best books, isn't it more rewarding to have to ponder over the details & wrack your brain over what's being said

bookworm to the core fr

[tolietpaperdreams]

Warned You Chapter 1 (Shawnter)

✨heeeyyyyy✨

Who’s ready for some messy Shawnter angst??

Chapter one of Warned You is here!!! This first chapter absolutely kicked my butt lol.

Enjoy my darlings :))

I'm gonna go drink box wine and watch Despicable Me 4 now

There was only a certain amount of pain someone could take before they did something drastic. Shawn was right on the verge of doing exactly that, and he was going to bring the only person he still cared about with him. But as much as he kicked and pushed, Hunter was the only one who stuck around.

The drugs and drinking were so out of hand that everyone in the business had practically given up on him. Hunter had become the only constant good thing in his life, and somehow Shawn still managed to act like a dickhead. He couldn't help how much his back was killing him though, he had to do what he could to numb the pain.

Everyone in the locker room thought he was a jackass, so it felt like the only one who still saw him as a person was Hunter. Chyna still checked in, but she didn't deserve to be burdened with Shawn’s short attitude and snappy remarks. Neither did Hunter, but he was the only one who didn't take it personally. He was just in so much pain.

If it was as easy as explaining to everyone that he didn't mean it, he would have done that by now. But no one wanted to hear excuses, people wanted apologies, and Shawn wasn't brave enough for that. At least not yet.

So he ended up throwing back more pills, even though his body had gotten used to them, and they didn’t work as well; the beer didn’t taste like anything going down, either. All he knew was that it hurt and he wanted it to stop, and the more pills and booze he threw back, the less he felt.

The show was a disaster that night on his end, even if the audience couldn't tell. Shawn slurred his words and he couldn't move smoothly in the ring anymore, it was embarrassing.

As the pills and the alcohol ran through his system while he sat alone in his hotel room, he wracked his brain on what to do. To his detriment, he could still think at all and that's what he needed to stop.

So he decided to wander. The hotel bar had too many people, and going out in town alone wasn’t a good idea. So that's how he ended up at Hunter’s hotel room door, banging and yelling for his friend to answer.

As soon as the younger man opened the door, his eyes went wide, “Hey man, you don’t look good, ”

“Thanks-” Shawn mumbled and pushed his into the room, Hunter following.

Shawn could tell that Hunter was confused, but he was grateful he hadn’t asked any questions. He welcomed himself to the mini-fridge and rummaged through it, looking for any sort of alcohol, but was unsuccessful. He groaned and slammed it closed before sitting on the edge of the bed. Hunter waited a moment then did the same; an awkward silence forming.

Shawn leaned his head against Hunter’s shoulder, “Fuckin’ hurts…”

He knew he sounded pitiful but there was nothing he could do about it; he was sweating and could barely sit up straight because his back felt like it was literally going to paralyze him. He wished he was able to put it all into words, but his brain wouldn’t let him, so he sat there waiting for Hunter to kick him out.

Hunter didn’t do that, though; they stayed like that for a while before the younger man stood. Shawn immediately missed having someone to lean against, his back protesting the small movements it took for him to adjust.

“Here,” Hunter grabbed a water from the mini fridge, “Drink this.”

“They’re not working anymore,” Shawn grabbed the water bottle.

“What’s not working?” Hunter sat down again and Shawn leaned his weight on him, sighing at the pressure taken off his back.

Shawn took a swig of the water before saying, “The pills.”

“Drinking probably doesn't help,” Hunter made a face like he regretted saying that the moment it came out of his mouth.

“You don't know how bad it is,” Shawn exhaled. He was much more coherent than he wanted to be, “I’m not even drunk.”

“You’re sweating, Shawn,” Hunter furrowed his brow, his tone gentle but firm.

“I know that,” Shawn tossed the water bottle to the side and buried his face into his hands, “The pills aren't working, the alcohol isn't helping, I'm stuck. I feel like shit all the time, and Vince is definitely gonna knock me off the totem pole soon.”

Hunter sighed and moved a hand to gently run up and down Shawn’s back. They had been here before, and it always ended up going the same way. Shawn would gripe and moan and Hunter would comfort him in the only way he knew how, which was to just sit there and let him.

“Maybe you need a break-”

“I don't need a break, Hunt. We’ve talked about this,” Shawn could tell he was starting to get irritated, but the last thing he wanted was to take his frustration out on Hunter.

Shawn was looking for a quick fix, not actual advice. He had an idea in the back of his mind; one he wasn't sure he should act on, but it was something that could numb him for the time being.

It could ruin their friendship, which was truly the last good thing Shawn had, but he was desperate. Desperate for a distraction.

Shawn sat up, as much as his back would allow; Hunter continued the light rubbing on his back, ever the pleaser.

Maybe it was a bad idea, but Shawn wasn’t known for hesitating whenever it came to something risky.

“Tell me to stop if it’s not what you want, okay?” Shawn looked his best friend in the eyes.

Barely having time to register, Hunter merely responded with, “Huh?”

Shawn kissed him instead of answering. It was a firm kiss, very tight-lipped, but it wasn't cold. It was almost like two kids sharing their first kiss, awkward and unsure.

So the first time wasn't as romantic as Shawn pictured, but it still felt right. Soft and gentle, like he needed.

Surprisingly, Hunter didn’t pull away. In fact, he leaned into it more than Shawn did. The initial tension had softened and Hunter gently cupped Shawn’s face with his free hand.

“Please, Hunter,” Shawn was the first to speak, their lips still mere inches from each other.

Their noses brushed, and Shawn relished in the feeling of Hunter’s hand on his cheek. He was always so warm and comforting.

“I need a distraction,” Shawn moved to kiss him again, but Hunter pulled back a little.

“Shawn, I don't know-” Hunter’s face was flush, and Shawn could tell he was going through some sort of inner right and wrong turmoil at the moment.

“I already told you I'm not drunk,” Shawn said, wanting to close the space between them again. He was buzzed, not incoherent like he wished he was.

Hunter hesitated, moving his hand to rest on Shawn’s hip. Their foreheads still touched, and he acted like he wanted to lean more into it but couldn't let himself, “Shawn-”

“I know you've wanted this for a long time,” Shawn put a hand on Hunter’s thigh, “You couldn't expect me not to notice.”

That much was true. Hunter had practically given signals from day one that he was interested in Shawn, but so was everyone. A big reason Shawn kept him around was because Hunter had the self-control not to act on it. He had put his own feelings to the side in order to keep their friendship alive, but here Shawn was throwing it away, anyway.

“I don't want you to regret it,” Hunter let out, tone low and soft.

Shawn thought about it for a moment. Would he regret it? Probably not, he’d seen what Hunter was working with plenty of times in the locker room, but emotionally? Who knew?

He had his own stirrings for Hunter that he’d pushed to the side as well; he didn't want to poison the younger man. But what was so bad about one time? They were both adults, they could handle it in a mature way. So he hoped.

“I just-” Shawn moved his hand to lightly skim the bare skin underneath Hunter’s shirt, causing him to shudder, “I think it might help.”

Hunter didn't say anything, their lips grazed against each other again, but neither party pushed fully into the kiss.

“We don't have to if you don't want to,” Shawn wanted to make that very clear.

This was merely a situation in which one friend would be helping out another. Nothing serious, but if Hunter was uncomfortable, Shawn would never put him in that situation.

“No, no, I want to,” Hunter sighed again, “I’m just thinking about everything that comes after.”

“Don’t,” Shawn kissed him again, “Don’t think about anything.”

Shawn crawled into Hunter’s lap, legs straddling the bigger man. Everything that came after this, didn't matter, because it felt good right now. Of course, Shawn had his own reservations, but he was just so excited to feel something else for a while that he threw them to the wind.

Hunter’s hands settled on Shawn’s hips and squeezed, “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

Shawn pushed Hunter flat onto his back with a grin, “Shut up and fuck me.”

***

That's how it started. Just one time.

Then just one time, turned into two. Then two into three, and then they stopped counting. By that point, they just decided they could be friends with benefits. Hunter was able to help alleviate some of Shawn’s pain, and in return, they both got orgasms out of it. It was a win-win.

Friends with benefits didn't stay behind in the other’s hotel room to curl up together, though. They also didn't tend to each other after a match or make sure the other wasn't injured, but it was what Shawn and Hunter had always done. Now, it was just more intimate.

Shawn didn't realize he didn't want Hunter to be with anyone else till he felt white-hot anger at the sight of a fan getting too close for comfort one night after a show. He took Hunter back to the hotel room that night, which they had so conveniently booked together, and showed him exactly how he felt.

After that, they became exclusive. It went unspoken, but they both knew. They could read each other better than anyone else. Hunter could tell when Shawn’s mood was plummeting just with a look, and vice versa.

Jealousy was never usually a problem for Shawn. He was used to people fawning and fighting over him, but for some reason with Hunter he felt so possessive; he wanted him all to himself. It wasn't until about six months into their newfound relationship that Shawn’s insecurity really began to show.

He was being sent home for an unforeseen amount of time to heal his back. That meant he’d be alone, and Hunter would be on the road without him. He was sulking after the disaster that was Wrestlemania Fourteen; Steve Austin had handed him his ass and practically sent him home with a boot up it.

“I’ll be home every week,” Hunter tried to soothe.

Shawn had gotten the news earlier that day, he wasn't medically cleared anymore and it was just too risky keeping him out on the road. It was a devastating blow, but it wasn't like he had much of a choice. He had to heal or find another job.

“Your home,” Shawn was facing the wall curled up on the bed in their hotel room, “Not my home.”

“I can come to you, Shawn. You know I will,” Hunter said as he settled behind Shawn, pulling him in by his hips so they spooned.

He placed a gentle kiss on Shawn’s bare shoulder and rubbed his chest; anything to lessen the ache.

Shawn held on to the hand that was rubbing his chest, “I know, but you also know I don’t like being alone.”

There was a stretch of quiet. Shawn couldn’t help but feel like he was being selfish, even if he had just gotten the worst news of his life.

Hunter sat himself up on an elbow and tilted Shawn’s chin so they were looking at each other, “Move in.”

“What?” Shawn’s gut dropped.

“I know it hasn’t been that long since we started this,” Hunter said as he traced his thumb across Shawn’s jawline, “But we’ve known each other a long time. You’d only be by yourself for a day or two a week, and then I’ll be right beside you the rest of the time.”

Averting his gaze slightly, Shawn thought about it. It wasn’t the worst idea in the world. It’s not like he had much to worry about in Texas, and he could always go back if needed. This could be their first real test as a couple, and what better place to heal than by his favorite person’s side?

“Okay,” Shawn smiled, “Let’s do it.”

“Yeah?” Hunter grinned right back.

“Of course,” Shawn pulled him into a tender kiss, letting all the nerves and uncertainty flutter away.

Maybe some time off wouldn’t be so bad after all.

***

The move hadn’t been terrible, and neither was settling in, the only bad thing was the days when Shawn was alone.

Hunter would get up at whatever time in the morning before dawn, and leave a groggy Shawn with a cup of coffee on the bedside table, a reminder to do his physical therapy, and a loving kiss.

Which in itself wasn’t a bad thing. It made Shawn feel so cared for and adored, no one had ever made him coffee before. And the fact that Hunter was doing it that early in the morning right before a flight? Shawn was spoiled and he loved it. He just wanted Hunter to stay in bed a little longer.

The house felt so empty without Hunter in it. Shawn had gotten used to living far from Texas, as much as he missed it, but wandering around a big empty house all day like a miserable housewife was not the best experience.

The pills and alcohol had slowed down tremendously in the time he and Hunter had been together, but some days were better than others. Shawn’s back still caused him trouble and there was no way he’d be able to get through the day without at least a little bit of help.

Mostly, with the physical therapy and having Hunter to support him, Shawn was able to survive on a normal dose until his scheduled surgery. Hunter didn’t keep alcohol in the house and Shawn didn’t want to disturb their peace, but sometimes the bar called his name on nights when his partner was gone.

Nothing would ever happen, though. He’d just go get enough alcohol in his system to feel a good buzz then sleep it off in the morning. If Hunter ever noticed when he came home, he didn’t say anything.

Hunter also never talked about work that much. Shawn couldn’t bear to watch Raw alone, it just made him feel more like he was missing out. So he was officially out of the loop.

The only real friends he had left were Kevin and Scott, but they were long gone in WCW. Chyna was still a good friend, but he had worn her patience thin and he didn’t want to bother her, she had been through enough. Kevin or Scott would call to check in every now and then, but the conversation would always end up about the one person he never wanted to hear from.

“Bret asked about you,” Kevin said over the phone one day.

Shawn audibly scoffed, “What did he want this time?”

“He asked how you were healing up,” Kevin’s voice was nonchalant.

Shawn was leaning against the kitchen counter, playing with the telephone cord, “Like he cares.”

“Sounds like he does,” Kevin offered.

“Why? So he can beat the shit out of me and injure me once I'm healthy?” Shawn gripped the phone tight.

“Listen man, I don’t claim to know what went down between you two on or off stage but Bret’s not a bad guy.”

That was the problem. Bret wasn’t a bad guy. All the anger and frustration that Shawn felt at hearing the man’s name wasn’t toward him, it was toward himself.

Shawn took a deep breath, “I’m with Hunter now. Tell him not to worry about me.”

“Alright, alright,” Kevin paused for a moment, “How does Hunter feel about it?”

Rolling his eyes, Shawn sighed, “We haven’t talked much about it. It’s the past.”

“Yeah but, with the way it ended and everything? I don’t know how I’d feel if I were in Hunter’s shoes,” Kevin added, his voice on the line sounding unsure.

“You weren’t there. You have no idea what happened,” Shawn was quick on the defensive.

“Shawn, buddy. I love you man, but the whole world knows what happened between you and Bret.”

Normally, Shawn would slam the phone back on the receiver and stomp away, but he reminded himself that he was currently lacking quite a few friends. He wanted to keep the ones he had left.

“Everyone knows about the Screwjob, but nobody understands-”

“What happened behind closed doors?” Kevin finished for him.

Shawn sighed, “Yeah…”

Shawn and Hunter had only been friends when the Screwjob went down. Hunter had been fully aware of Shawn’s relationship with Bret at the time and never made a big deal about it, so what was there to talk about?

The fighting? The screaming? How toxic and bad they were for each other? How Hunter had witnessed Shawn drunkenly call Bret on the hotel phone a month after the Screwjob and cry as he begged him to take him back?

They weren’t good for each other that much was clear. Two prideful egos that clashed way too hard. It never would have worked, and it didn’t. But when they were good, they were amazing.

In the beginning, they couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The sex was always good, even when they were mad at each other, which was often.

But Bret didn’t communicate well and would push down all his emotions, and Shawn was quite the opposite. So when Bret was upset about something, he wouldn’t talk about it until Shawn lost his mind trying to figure out what was wrong.

Maybe it was the fact that Hunter had seen the absolute worst side of their relationship, and he’d hop at any opportunity to comfort Shawn in his time of need. Like whenever Bret would say something hurtful or they had been fighting.

Shawn always thought that Hunter did it out of genuine friendship, not because he had an ulterior motive. Bret would get jealous and say that Hunter was just using him to make a name for himself, and in turn, Shawn would yell about how Hunter was the only person who really gave a shit about him. In the end, Hunter never pressed the subject so Shawn never brought it up.

As far as he was concerned, Bret was in the past. Hunter was his present and future. Kevin was just putting words in his head.

***

Shawn was really clingy that afternoon when Hunter came home. He barely made it through the door before Shawn practically pounced on him. There was no making it to the bedroom, so they had sex on the couch.

With every thrust of Hunter’s hips, Shawn could forget about that dumb conversation with Kevin. His sole focus on his partner and making him feel good, no having to think.

He moaned Hunter’s name and scratched his nails down the larger man’s spine; held him close and kissed him with passion. Hunter was his world and he wanted to get lost in the feeling of the other man above him. No more insecurity, no thoughts of the past; just now.

When they were done and cleaned up, Shawn still stuck within three feet of Hunter for the rest of the evening. He found himself wrapping his arms around Hunter’s waist and burying his face in the bigger man’s back as he put some dishes away in the kitchen.

After settling on the couch after dinner, it felt like Shawn couldn’t get close enough. He didn’t care what was on the TV, he just wanted to be as near Hunter as possible.

“What’s gotten into you?” Hunter asked as Shawn tried to burrow closer, practically throwing himself across his lap.

“What?” Shawn replied, words muffled from his face being squished into the crook of Hunter’s neck.

Hunter slid his hand up and down Shawn’s hip, “You’re acting like I went off to war or something.”

Shawn pulled his face back to look his partner in the eyes, “I just missed you, is that bad?”

“No, not at all,” Hunter’s tone got softer, “I’m just making sure you’re alright.”

“M’fine,” Was all Shawn bothered to respond.

He didn’t want to ruin the night with the fact that he was feeling violently insecure or that Kevin had told him that Bret was asking about him, which in turn brought up old emotions that he thought he had gotten over or the fact that his brain was making up delusions about Hunter genuinely caring about him.

“You don’t seem fine,” Hunter tried again.

“Just want you near, that’s all,” Shawn buried his face into Hunter’s neck again, ending the conversation there.

Sometimes Shawn hated himself and his thoughts more than anything.

***

The surgery came and went, making Shawn all the more miserable. Hunter even took time off to see that he was healing properly and the guilt he felt only grew. Hunter shouldn’t be wasting his time making sure Shawn could walk to the kitchen when he had a career to keep building.

“I’m gonna lose my mind,” Shawn whined.

He was stuck lying on the couch for most of the day the last few weeks as his wound healed, and the idleness was starting to get to him. If he wasn’t knocked out by the pills, he was staring blankly at the TV while Hunter practically ran circles around the house making sure he was comfortable.

Being stuck was so mentally draining; Shawn felt useless and he wanted to give up. He’d probably never wrestle again anyway so what was the point? He’d just rot on the couch and wait for Hunter to get bored and finally leave him.

“Here,” Hunter approached from the kitchen with a plate and glass, “You need to eat.”

“Not hungry,” Shawn deadpanned.

Hunter let out a frustrated sigh, it was clear that Shawn’s attitude about the entire situation was starting to get to him.

“I know things don’t look good right now, babe. But I’ve been doing everything I can to make this process easy for you,” Hunter sat down the plate and glass and turned to walk away.

Shawn should’ve said something. Should’ve asked him to stay, but there was no point. Life was beating him up one step at a time.

He flipped channels for a bit until he came across Raw. He only stopped to torture himself, because why pick up the mood now? Seeing the wrestling world continue on without him surely wouldn't make him fall into a darker hole. He might as well turn on Nitro and watch Bret hang out with Kevin and Scott; that would be better than this.

The segment changed from some squash match to a pretape from a few weeks prior; Hunter popped up on screen. Seeing Hunter continue to grow and succeed was good, if anyone deserved it, it was him. But something was different, he still came out with Chyna to the DX intro but Billy Gunn, Road Dogg, and X-Pac followed.

Okay, so a few more members were added to make up for the loss of himself, that's not the worst thing in the world. Hunter seemed to be the one leading the charge, so that was normal. Something just didn't sit right with Shawn, maybe it was the feeling of missing out but it kind of looked like Hunter was using everyone else to do his dirty work.

“Hunter?” Shawn called, his voice cracking at the end as he painfully tried to sit himself up.

“What?” Hunter replied, sounding like he was still irritated from earlier. He appeared from around the corner, “Are you done having an attitude?”

Shawn winced as he adjusted himself on the couch and waved the remote at the TV gesturing, “What’s this?”

“What’s what?” Hunter took in what Shawn was talking about and shrugged, “It’s nothing, I told you we were still doing the DX thing.”

“I know that, but,” Shawn paused momentarily, “It doesn't look the same.”

Hunter moved to sit on the couch next to his partner, “Well it’s not gonna be the same without you, you know that.”

“Hunter you know what I mean, they look like your goon squad or something,” Shawn sighed, “That’s not DX.”

“Why do you care?” Hunter grabbed the remote from Shawn’s hand and changed the channel, “It’s TV?”

Something just wasn't sitting right with Shawn and he didn't know what it was. Maybe he had too much time on his hands, but part of him felt like Hunter wasn’t telling him the whole truth.

“It just doesn't feel genuine,” Shawn gave the younger man a look.

Hunter pinched the bridge of his nose, “You’re really giving me a hard time for the way I'm acting on television?”

“No, I just-”

Hunter interrupted him, “No, Shawn. Listen, I've been nothing but patient. I get it, you're having a hard time, but the world doesn't revolve around you. All you need to do right now is focus on healing and then when you're back in the ring, things can go your way.”

The bigger man stood, tossing the remote in Shawn’s lap, “I’m gonna work out, I’ll be in the garage if you need something.”

“Hunt-”

But Hunter was already around the corner and headed towards the garage, and Shawn was left to his own devices. Feeling like an idiot, He leaned his head back against the couch and stared at the ceiling. His self-destruction was starting to affect his relationship, and that had to stop.

[valverii]

i LOVE UR SKK SWITCH AU SO MUCH. IM LITERALLY GOING INSANE OVER iT, so im curious, idk if this has been answered yet but I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS SORRY IF ITS LONG

1, what exactly was the event that happened that lead to chuuya getting kicked out of the pm? i heard it was something to do with dazai framing him, but how did that go and how was the fight between chuuya and dazai

2, chuuya has a hat from ranpo, so im wondering if it was modified to be like fedora that chuuya got from verlaine, so he would have better control over his ability, or if he doesnt need that anymore due to fukuzawas power

3, speaking of verlaine, what was HIS reaction when he found out chuuya joined the ada?

4, if i get the motivation, could i try write fics based on this au?? i love it so much and really wanna explore the pm!dazai and ada!chuuya dynamic!!

HIIII hello, tysm for enjoying the au :))) and no worries you asked a couple of repeat questions that have been sitting in my inbox for a while so i can hash them out now.

1. this one’s been a q that many ppl were asking about :,)) not to worry i’m working on actually drawing both the events and the fight afterwards once i finally flesh out the details

2. YES THE HAT!! also another one that has ppl curious. i’ve been wracking my brains on how the hat situation plays out (not a sentence i ever thought i’d say) since i’ve only recently started diving into stormbringer events. i do really like the idea you brought up of fukuzawa’s ability actually being able to offer that control he needs while the hat just remains a normal hat.

3. veraline, my love,,,,, he probably went bonkers for a bit. (“you left the port mafia for THESE guys??”) i will definitely try to draw him more in the au bc i’m realizing the comedy potential he has lol

4. absolutely! anyone is free to write fics for the au (i would shed tears /pos) i was also thinking of whipping up a fic for the switch au if only to help me keep track of events—though it may just be smth i keep for my eyes only lmao. TLDR, go for it and plz do send me the finished products! i would love to read what you guys write!

i hope i was able to answer your questions sufficiently!! thanks for asking!!

[zukkacore]

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ANYTHING ANYTHING AT ALL ABOUT THE LOVERS UNIVERSE OR ANYTHING AT ALL

Hiiiii truly sorry friend this literally took so long!!!!!!!!!!!! b/c i sat here wracking my brain abt what tf i wanted to talk abt and i got all distracted by wanting to finish Biggest Lie and. i decided to just do what i did last time and. Just go over everything that was a reference or not to something else within Almost b/c I do think that is the easiest way to comb over this gd fic from head to toe. If i don't finish in one go I'll just reblog w/ additions and tag you in

"You're in love, aren't you?" / "You've been sighing all day" I've talked about this before, it's actually a pull from Howl's moving castle. Easily one of the most shameless things i've pilfered and it doesnt even really have a meaning, I just think the exchange is funny.

When J2 approaches, Porter Cliffbreaker lights up with the most insufferable, self-satisfied grin J2’s ever seen in his short life. “You’re early,” he practically purrs. - (In ch 3 for context. This is Porter seeing J2 for the first time.) Obviously we're continuing the Hadestown motif of "you're early" "I missed you". This is again part of the Porter n Jace whole Thing of like. Jace breaking up with him (not in the Big Break but you know). Obviously part of the reason Porter is being so smug is that he thinks Jace is coming crawling back to him. Lol. He thought, didn't he?

"I’m in the correct place, right?” / J2 turns to a tiefling girl in a plaid skirt and a ripped band shirt who is strapping bass guitar to her chest. “Hey, kid. Am I in the right class?” This is a weird pull but this is actually Twelfth Night to me, the scene where Viola first meets Olivia. I just think it's so funny when Viola comes in and doesn't know whether Maria or Olivia is the lady of the house. "The honorable lady of the house, which is she?" / "Most radiant, exquisite, and unmatchable beauty—I pray you, tell me if this be the lady of the house, for I never saw her. I would be loath to cast away my speech—" etc etc. There's a lot of Twelfth Night influence just b/c there's a lot of like mistaken identity stuff and being in love with someone while they're in love with someone else etc etc all that good stuff. I also think the scene where Viola has to woo olivia is just like. Hot. To be fair tho, J2 is kinda doing the opposite here, he's letting Porter down easy abt the breakup. It's a loose pull but i like the idea of J2 being so out of his element he doesn't even know he's in the right place.

“ What are you?” “I… can’t say. An olive branch? A… A best kept secret, maybe. Between you and the guy up top.” “A secret?” “A parting gift.” But also “What am I?” “That. But also why are you here? A beat. “I’m…” Finally, J2 settles on, “A messenger?” and “It’s—he wants to insist he’s not at war, here.” “Well, that’s a damn shame" is so this Twelfth Night exchange to me:

^^^ to elaborate (sorry i didn't wanna type it out): Idk the viola n olivia vibes in this whole scene not just this part are so flirtaeous and i liked the mentions of war and divinity. Like Porter is the god of war and yet the clones existing as this kind of olive branch. And there's this question of What J2 Is. And there isn't really an answer to that. I liked this idea of him being a secret. A gift. The line "to your ears divinity, to any others profanation" was just. ough.

I'll do this like. It's a big block of text so:

The fluorescence flickers. Mindless, as if purely out of routine, he makes his way over to the sink, to the cabinets full of mugs and glasses. J2 spots Jace’s immediately—it’s purple, with a slogan from his favorite podcast. He snatches it by the handle and throws it against the floor, where it shatters into a million pieces. He thinks about Jaceprime, and about being Dispelled. Despite the fear he can feel rising in his chest, making it hard to breathe, he thinks for another long moment. What a satisfying crash. He wonders if his fear of oblivion is unique to simulacra, or if it's something Jaceprime also has to grapple with every day. He wonders about the weird glowing gem in his chest, and how Jaceprime always refers to a time Before, with him and The Big Guy, but refuses to say outright what happened. He thinks about Porter—and of rage. He stares at the shattered pieces of the cup on the ground. And after a moment of serious contemplation, he grabs another mug off the shelf, and he does it again.

Anyway^^^: That's a reference to The Haunting of Hill House! Both the show and the movie. Theodora says it in both versions. Here's the anecdote I love so much:

“When I was a child,” Theodora said lazily, “—'many years ago,‟ Doctor, as you put it so tactfully—I was whipped for throwing a brick through a greenhouse roof. I remember I thought about it for a long time, remembering the whipping but remembering also the lovely crash, and after thinking about it very seriously I went out and did it again

The variation from the show also includes something along the lines about "I learned a lot about my own mother that day. Taught her, too." which I completely forgot is such a movie special but. I think was also so vital to why I loved that line and wanted to include a nod to it. Like. I've already talked about this but i wanna reiterate that I do not feel bad making motherhood comparisons w/ Jace and the clones b/c he is their creator! He is their frankenstein! Anyway, the imagery of like, getting satisfaction out of doing something destructive, and then doubling down out. Even if you get repercussions from your parent. Or maybe because of that. Maybe spite is the motivator. It was so striking. I think we tend to get this perception of J2 as this soft baby boy but this is one of my fav moments of his because it's so impotent and petulant. It's so him trashing a bathroom to have some semblance of power. J2 has so little power, but he can destroy Jace's favorite mug! (also, yes it was a complicated woman podcast mug. Also in IYWD Jace mentions the fact that he started bringing crappy mugs to work bc his kept disappearing and this was kinda a nod to that.)

"I—Fuck, Porter! Why don’t you just tell me what to do!" Ok, this is also pretty broad. Pulling from a few things here. I mean. This is very Pearl-coded to me. I still think about that scene to garnet where she says "I'm useless on my own. I need someone to tell me what to do". Also Please don't laugh, I have an old Hugh grant comedy that's my favorite and there's a scene where the son is having an argument w/ his mom and when he says "Because we never have any discussions, we have an argument, and you always win! Why don't you just tell me what to do" and she goes "Because I want you to think for yourself!" and then he's like fine then mom its not up to you if hugh grant is my friend even if he did pretend to have a two year old son so he could sleep with the single moms at the single parent support group. I love this movie btw. which i've already said like the paternal connotations to godhood mean i don't feel TOO bad when Porter's vibe gets weird and paternal. There's also a definite "I want someone to tell me what to wear in the morning. I want someone to tell me what to wear every morning fleabag vibe. I mean. Who said that.

“I—I’m not a consolation prize, Porter,” I think this is technically broad enough to not be a when harry met sally reference, but Sally does say this to Harry when he's trying to apologize to her and he's basically like "lol if neither of us have a date to the new york party we can go together" which. If that's not the vibe for whats going on. Filling in a spot because the other person is lonely.

“I want you. I’m only here for so long, and all I know is. I like you, ok?” and “I think you’re right.” J2 is working to keep his voice steady. “We both know that I was made for you. Literally. But more importantly… I like you. I know that much.” This is such a weird pull but this is such a Parks and Rec "I love you and I like you" (evil version) for me. I think there's such an interesting distinction between like and love. There's something so sad about J2 trying to insist, to me anyway, that he would also choose this even if he wasn't destined to love Porter due to being Of Jace. Love is destiny, but "like"? Like has the connotation of. Friendship. New feelings, innocence, juvenile. Just enjoying each other's company. J2 has so little, and he enjoys being around Porter. He loves Porter, but he likes him. It's... almost... adolescent. But it's also very. Forget the sweeping romance. I would do laundry and taxes with you.

“I like you, too, Bluejay.” I mean. Barely a reference but we all know Bluejay is so Hey, little Songbird coded from hadestown. I've joked about this but legit i was so so so so so terrified to give J2 a nickname to individualize him b/c i was so scared of completely blowing it. And I was just like. This is BARELY an individualization. He likes blue. Is that the dumbest thing ever. Obviously the concept of ownership is so prevalent in almost, and J2 is so comforts of a gilded cage coded. He's the precious gift, the one who learns to love the cage that Jace rejects. He's ESPECIALLY hey little songbird coded to me, b/c it's about Jace running away (Persephone) and Porter finding someone else to replace him (Eurydice).

“Hey. What’s with the silent treatment?” says Porter. “Cat gotch’er tongue?” Um. Hey. Little songbird. Cat got your tongue? Always a pity for one so pretty and young... No excuse.

I'll pair it with Porter rises from his desk, and J2 is in the embrace of his arms. and It feels so good being in Porter’s arms. and “I can make it go away,” says Porter, so softly—tenderly—even as he tightens his grasp on J2, secure. etc etc. Because that's not like. As on the nose but that's ALL Hadestown comforts of a gilded cage imagery. Someone who could love these walls that hold her close, and keep her safe, and think of them as my embrace. etc etc. Just. This idea of J2 running away from somthing and straight into the trap that was so heartbreaking to me. "Strange is the call of this strange man. I wanna fly down and feed at this hand. I want a nice soft place to land. I wanna lie down forever." etc. Even as he's getting this like. Horrible revelation about the truth of what Porter did to jace, and he's feeling this new fear that this could be him, he was built to find comfort here. He was raised to find comfort here. Porter wants everything. And J2 owns nothing, not even himself. "Seeing as you've got nothing to lose, and I could use a canary"

To go to something... maybe funnier? Maybe not. Again. Silly pull. J2 sniffs. Finally, he braves a look up, blinking back tears as he says, “Can… you just hold me a little longer?” Porter’s smile makes him forget all else. “Of course.” Like. This doesn't take place in chapter 7, but to me, this is the smoking gun that J2 and Porter were always going to sleep together (i mean, they already have, but in a Mega Turbo Detect Thoughts Sex Trick Orgasm Way). This is actually something from When Harry Met Sally! Sally says this to harry when she's crying about her ex getting married. And he holds her and gives her a kiss and this is the first time they sleep together. Like this is so Hurt/Comfort (evil version) of that scene to me, and the nature of like, comfort that turns into sexual tension is fascinating to me. And like. There's something so comedic and pathetic and cloying about the way she asks it too. Like. The desperation but also the slight comedy of it.

I'll also say, if you wanna read this into it too. I do this this is All I've Ever Known (evil version). "all i've ever known is how to hold my own, but now I wanna hold you, hold you close, I don't wanna ever have to let you go. Now I wanna hold you hold you tight, I don't wanna go back to the lonely life" etc etc

 “He still loves you, you know.” / Jace is... “ —A good guy,” he insists hard, / “I—I know we are… of the same. But—I don’t understand it. If—” / “Porter, gods, Porter, if I loved you the way my master loves you…” / "How does he love me?”  OK. So this entire scene is a little bit Handmaiden coded in that it's like. Ohhhh what if we were fucking and I was pretending to do this in service of teaching you what the person you're supposed to be with and what they would do this is just instructional i prommyyyyy.

But Also this whole Thing to me I was taking on a kind of. Like. Reverse Twelfth Night thing? Like, the concept is very much closer to Orsino and Viola's deal, in that Viola loves Orsino while Orsino loves olivia (Say that some lady, as perhaps there is, hath for your love as great a pant of heart as you have for Olivia! You cannot love her, you tell her so. Must she not then be answered?". "I am all the daughters of my father's house. And all the brothers too") But I do really like the idea of Viola having to convey the depth of Orsino's longing for Olivia by using her own pining for Orsino. That's littered throughout this scene. There are a ton of nods to the exchange. "How does he love me" is a direct quote. There's also this:

If I did love you in my master’s flame, With such a suff’ring, such a deadly life, In your denial I would find no sense. I would not understand it.

But yeah it's this idea of like. J2 is channelling jace and getting extremely horny about it. He's imainging the depth of Jace's longing and he finds it genuinely moving. He things Porter deserves that. but also. J2 is using his own longing here, and essentially giving Porter a gift because he knows the depth of that longing would mean more to Porter if it was from Jace. Which of these is the truth? Maybe both

"With adorations. With fertile tears. With groans that thunder love. With sighs of fire" This is the only thing that is like. A direct quotation of something Viola says in Twelfth Night, and I just think its so horny and honestly? Effective. Why ruin a good thing?

OK! Last one!

J2 is getting what he wants. He gets to be by Porter's side, despite the risk. (And in his memories, Jace looks so happy. Doesn't Porter deserve that, too?) So why does this feel like… death? Like he’s dissolving into snow—dissipating in the warmth of the sun? That’s how it works, right? He doesn’t know that much, but it feels true, doesn’t it? When your heart breaks, you should die.

Like.... Am i gonna get stoned for this? Do I have the right in invoke Tony Kushner? Do i deserve this? I'm being so real here, this is one of those "janelle is using paradise lost to talk abt jaceporter" things that just feels deeply WRONG.

Anyway. This is 100% and Angels in America reference. And I... It feels a little wrong to put Jaceporter fanfiction and such a beautiful piece of art in the same breath but here we are. The line is:  "I don’t understand why I’m not dead. When your heart breaks, you should die. But there’s still the rest of you." Like... I just think that line is so sad and beautiful. Am... Am I allowed to do this??? Like. It doesn't feel right. It felt right to put it there. It was so clear in my mind. It just felt so emotionally true... J2 is so green... And it's this like. Invocation that he's a person but he's a simulacra. he's animated snow. How does being a person even work. How does it work when you've been robbed of your purpose?

It's just. That's how it should work, right? When your heart breaks, you should die.

Anyway. Thank you for my long winded nonsense. Genuinely sorry this took so long.

[lipglossanon]

i feel like i kinda disassociate when i type and send asks lmao i just get anxious ya know? but you mentioned priest leon and honestly i’ve sent enough detailed asks in to get accurately kinkshamed lol so let’s say after Spain (i’m not a slut for RE4 leon that’s silly 🤭😉) leon quits//retires and becomes a priest right? right. or like he’s seen some shit and becomes a priest after retiring 🤷🏼‍♂️ whichever leon floats your boat. so he’s a caretaker for a little chapel in the woods somewhere and you’re on a trip for christmas (bad weather, closed roads, one bed holy trinity trope pun-fucking-intended) and what you don’t know is a kindly 20 something or if you’re an ~i love DILFS~ leon fan 30 to 40 something (because you might be calling him Father later 😉) moderately unhinged priest is about to make you get on your knees and repent for your sins 🙂🤭

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(i saw the end of your answers about me writing and i wanted to say i would love to but i’m too scared in case i loose my tumblr again lmao, i appreciate it though <3 also my brain conjured up the idea of stepdaddy leon in a speedo during family vacation to mess with reader,,, enjoy 🤭)

💀 anon, hi! 👋

AGDKL sending in asks is kinda nerve wracking, anonymous or not 😅

Ahhh! 🙈 no but this is fantastic. After Spain, Leon’s like I’m out and the president is so grateful to him that he lets him go so he’s like I want a simple easy job and priest is what he lands on

And so he finds this middle of the nowhere chapel that basically has next to no parishioners (they’re all old and make the trek to the chapel for like spiritual emergencies or like holidays such as Christmas and Easter).

So basically he’s just living in the middle of the woods just keeping to himself when you happen to be passing through (to see family, let’s say it’s Christmas). And you’re car gets stuck cause you forgot to put on the chains for your tires

But you remember passing a little chapel literally two minutes ago so you make the short cold trek to it before it gets too dark and this stacked, hot as hell priest opens up the door after you knock and you’re just like uhh help? 😅

And he invites you in as you tell him your car trouble and he’s listening but his face is totally unreadable so you’re just like I can just call someone and get out of your hair? And uh oh the phone lines are down and there’s no service :( so you’ll have to wait til the morning but in the meantime Leon offers you his bed but you’ll have to share cause there’s no central heat and his little room only has a small fireplace :( 🤭

You’re so flustered and sweet that Leon wants to bite you, just eat you up and it’s kinda driving him crazy cause he hasn’t felt this way before (but he also hasn’t seen anyone younger than 70 in ages lmao)

So when you’re both lying in his bed, you keep squirming to get comfortable which just leads to rubbing against Leon who’s getting hard until finally he just can’t take it anymore 🤭

He’s all over you, biting you and sucking marks all over your skin, telling you how sinful it is to tempt a priest and how you’ll have to pay for it with your body 😵‍💫 😵‍💫 he’s just so rough with you, completely animalistic that by the time daylights weakly streaming through the windows of his room, he’s still buried in your cunt as you plead for forgiveness 🥴

Sorry I totally went way overboard with the reply 🤪

And no sweat about writing! I love getting your asks which is basically the same thing 😉 and Leon in a Speedo is 🤤 🤤

[wildemaven]

Random question: where did your inspiration for sweet creature come from? I adore the story and all of your writing, so I was just curious because I love the song and Dieter but never would have thought of them together until I read your work!

I feel like this is going to be a boring answer maybe.

I was chatting with @gnpwdrnwhiskey about characters we hadn’t written for and which ones we would want to write for at some point. And I mentioned Dieter and was like “what if he was sober?!”

OK so I think I have an idea. He is a washed up movie star whose career is basically failing after drugs cause issues on set of his last movie. After a stent in rehab, he decides he wants to turn his life around and get things back on track to build up his name again so he decides to move back to his small hometown and moved in with his sister and niece. Sister is a single mom. While he’s living with her, he helps out how he can taking his niece to and from school, dance recital practice, and like you know kid extracurricular things….. that’s when he meets his nieces teacher. Lol and she doesn’t give a shit that he’s a movie star or how famous he is. And he kind of love that about her so he obviously is like I need to know more about her.

That’s the literal message I sent her lol. And at that point I didn’t even know if it was going to be a random one shot or a series— but the idea was starting plot itself out pretty quickly and I was like “I think I’m going to write this”.

I then started brainstorming all the little details so I had some where to start and would be easy to get things started

These were the notes, most of it I used. Fun Fact- Diem’s name was originally Ashley, but then I was like I feel like their parents would be ones to stick with a theme when naming their kids, so then I changed it.

Once I had my rough idea, I was wracking my brain trying to come up with a name. Normally I don’t name any of my fic until like mid way or after writing.

I was listening to some songs trying to find some inspiration (I wish I would have written down the ones I was thinking of). Sweet Creature came on and I was really liking the lyrics— parts I felt really went with what I wanted to write. And I kind thought the name itself was kind of perfect for Dieter— a sweet creature.

I didn’t think anyone would be all that interested in it, honestly. But I saw it as a way to give writing a series a try.

So that’s kind of the gist of the whole inspiration behind the name and the series.

Thanks so much for sending this in!! I appreciate you taking the time each week to follow along with the series!

Blow up my inbox

[eyesteeth]

what’s the most impactful line from the silt verses to you? long ramble-y context, if there’s any. also need to know if there’s a separate answer for dialogue and narration

ohhhh gods n golly that's a doozy. i'm gonna say "this is how it begins" from s1e6, the silt sibs flashback episode. its use of repetition (and also lack thereof) is really good and it lives in my brain. like, you'd expect that it gets used for all three stories. mason uses it, carpenter uses it, faulkner uses it, done.

except carpenter doesn't start her dialogue with that phrase. she starts out with "i'm eighteen years old" and she leaves beginning out of it. it's almost implied, in a way ("this is how it begins - i'm eighteen years old") but she doesn't say it. this is not some theatrical story to her, it's real lived events.

faulkner, on the other hand, uses the phrase twice. this is a story to him, a story of how the great prophet went off on a pilgrimage and succeeded. he's abstracting himself from it all by doing this - him being so wracked with despair by being abandoned that he literally falls to the floor and stays there until he falls asleep is reconstructed as a drama.

this parallels really well with the maiden story i think. it is portrayed as a good thing (the husband was remade, the bride doesn't have to marry him) but it is not. it's horror reconstructed as love, comparable to how faulkner views the faith in a sense - he's overlooking all the violence because the church loves him until he realizes at the end of s1 that he can't get over the violence, and realizes at the end of s2 that the church doesn't love him. he's kind of like if the bride instantly regretted everything the second her feet hit the water. it's just up in the air whether or not he can get out of the water fast enough to not have his story end in tragedy too.

(jesus fucking christ do i have thoughts about the faulkner/bride parallels.)

so while faulkner's at a sort of risk of a "bad ending" because he's been in storymode from the start by virtue of declaring "this is how it begins" (and therefore requiring a "this is how it ends") carpenter has rejected the story notion and faces these crises with the understanding that this is just how the fucked up world works. she did not put herself in a story, and so any "ending" she has will just be the kind normal people do, unless her begging to die useful has put her in martyrmode in which case, sorry mallory, the life style determines the death style. hope your tree dream shakes out fine.

i hope this makes sense. is this metaphor cogent? i think this might just be soup.

but then again on the other hand like two weeks ago i remembered that carpenter specifically called faulkner "brother" when she realized he was about to pin two murders on her and i literally started crying on the spot so. could also be that one LOL

[kriti-the-creator]

Opinion: I love how you animated the clouds moving across the Cloud Kingdom. It's very poofy and ominous, and I like the tiny details of how light is hitting on side of the tower but it's shadowed at the other end. It's almost letting you imagine where the doors or windows are, adding design to the tower itself instead of leaving it plain.

Crazy Ninjago Theories: Wu and Garmadon don't have a mom, the FSM just magically brought them into existence. Because they've been alive for so long, Lloyd has a huge family tree and might be related to like, half of Ninjago. Mystake is actually the Oni Warlord of Deception because her Oni form matches the mask.

Art Tips: Changing line weight adds more breathing room to the art, or something. I'm wracking my brain for stuff I heard. You can pick a bunch of random colors, and pick a single color from there to tint all the other colors to make a cohesive color palette. Since you draw a lot of Lego, practicing their rectangular shape with lots of sketches and different angles could get you more familiar with them. Try adding volume to the letter "C" that makes their hand and tilting it around the page.

Ninjago Lore: Lloyd died that one time and met his grandfather. Nya became the sea. The Mechanic is actually one of the pirates Garmadon brought back with the weapon. During S9, Hunted, the leader of the dragon hunters has a throne made from the bones of the Ultra Dragon. It was killed sometime after Lloyd let it go. I'm honestly not sure if you're asking for a Ninjago recap or crazy facts.

Thank you for your opinion on my cloud Kingdom gif. You literally catched the vibe i wanted others to have ☺️. for fact I asked about this to someone and regretted it. ( He was nice to answer but I felt awkward about it 😞). Mystake was a good person to be around but they killed her LoL😑.The fact that I won a prize for best painter 2020 but can't draw lego is embarassing, anyways(* ahem*) thank you for your art tip it's going to be implemented ,🥹and lastly the Lore,😊🙂😳🤯😨🫨😵‍💫 WHAT?!!!? WHY???? HOW?!??!

[indestructibleheart]

Fic Origin Story

Tagged by @doublel27 and my most beloved @stereopticons ❤️

What was your first fandom (reading and/or writing)?

Okay, you’re going to laugh... but I’m pretty sure it was Twilight? The fandom I got really, really deep into was Glee. I’m not proud of that, but here we are lol.

What was the first story you ever wrote (even if it was never posted) and what made you decide to write it?

My first story EVER? Oh boy. I was probably around seven or eight. My elementary school had this program called ‘Pinky’s Press’ (our mascot was a flamingo named Pinky), where we could write and illustrate stories, and they’d bound them into these little books. I was literally in the second grade, so it was probably something like “This is Lollipop. He is a unicorn. He eats apples.” (That wasn’t my story - fuck if I remember what I wrote about, but that’s, like, the gist of where I was probably at developmentally. 😂) My mom probably has the stuff I wrote for Pinky’s Press in a box somewhere, tbh. I don’t know how many I did, but I know I participated a lot lmao. 

My first fic was definitely in the Twilight fandom. It was on FF.net, and I couldn’t tell you what it was about, but I do remember I had a whole series.

What’s a piece of advice you would give to your younger fic-writing self?

It doesn't have to all be angst. It's FINE to let your characters be happy. Please get some therapy. Also, you're queer.

^ This was Julie’s answer and... Honestly? SAME.

What’s an early fandom interaction that stuck with you (be it a nice comment, a friend you made, a fic that got a lot of feedback etc.)?

Honestly, I think the feedback that I got back in the day and the friends that I made through fandom back in high school (a few of whom I still have some contact with!) played a huge role in my continuing to write. Having people tell me they enjoyed my silly little works kept me going, especially back then. Hell, it may have something to do with why I pursued a career in writing.

tldr; Comments and kudos matter, folks. Leave them.

Post a sentence or two from one of your older fics, and a sentence or two from a newer one (if you want).

I could not do that even if I wanted to. I have no idea what my FF.net username was. I am wracking my brain, but... I got nothin. However, here’s something that I’d really like to finish:

Whatever he’s saying dies in his mouth when the door to the café opens and a man he now recognizes slips through. By now, David has memorized the lines of his face; he knows the way his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and how his honey-brown eyes catch the light. He’s already traced his gaze over the slight curl to his hair in those pictures — thought about how it’d probably create full-on ringlets if he gave it the chance to grow. He knows how nice he looks in a suit… but he doesn’t know his name. Just the sight of him fills the empty crater in David’s chest, but he doesn’t know his name. 

“Ohmygod, David,” Alexis says, reaching across the table to slap his arm before looking back over her shoulder. “That’s him! That’s the button!”

He flaps his hands. “Shh!” David demands. “I fucking see him, Alexis.”

tagging: @lilythesilly, @blackandwhiteandrose​, @maxbegone​, @dinnfameron​, and anyone else who wants to share!

[satinsumu]

favour. || oikawa t.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: MINORS DNI, f!reader, explicit sex, oral sex, fingering, virginity loss, dirty talk, creampie

summary: your friend, the good samaritan oikawa, does you a favour by taking your virginity—a little too willingly.

a/n: written in one sitting on a whim and did not proofread lol please i loooove the first time trope

oikawa stares at you in disbelief, his warm, chocolate eyes wide and fixated on you.

“what?” you sigh, starting to regret casually mentioning that you’d never actually slept with anyone before. “why is that such a surprise to you? is it really such a bad thing?”

“no,” he quickly says, regathering his composure. “you’re just so cute, i’d expect a line of guys waiting to get at you.”

“they are,” you laugh teasingly, the sound causing his heart to flutter. “doesn’t mean i’d want to fuck them though—didn’t you tell me not to settle?”

“of course!” oikawa exclaims, a look of what appears to be slight relief washing across his face. “but you never got curious? just tried it even once?”

“it’s kind of scary,” you admit nonchalantly, never keeping secrets from your friend. “men are scary, honestly. you never know if they’re just gonna hit it and quit it.”

“yeah, your first time should definitely be with someone who cares about you,” he nods, throat feeling oddly dry.

you sigh in a way that says, i’ll-never-find-someone-like-that-so-why-even-bother?

oikawa licks his lips, and contemplates his next question.

“you always have me,” he chirps, a sickening sweet smile plastered across his face. “if you want your first time to be good, guaranteed.”

you want to smack him and tell him to stop joking, but the way your heart skips a beat tells you that this might just be all you ever wanted. and with the way he’s eagerly waiting your response, hiding behind the charming grin you know so well, you get a feeling that this could be something more than just a little favour he’s offering to do.

and that’s how you ended up in his room just one night later, the prettiest (but not overdone) lingerie set under your skirt and your hoodie as oikawa locks his door—not that he needs to.

he makes his way over to the side of his king-sized bed as you take a seat on the mattress, him towering over you with a casual smile on his face.

though, it feels like there’s something else to it. if you didn’t know any better, you’d think the great oikawa tooru, breaker of hearts, was nervous.

“so!” he chirps, clapping his hands together as his eyes linger on your thighs pressed against the blankets for a second too long. “is there anything off-limits?”

“uh,” you think for a moment, interlocking your fingers. “no anal.”

“no problem,” he hums with a nod. “anything else?”

“not really,” you say, fidgeting in place. this is so weird. “i guess i’ll just tell you if something comes up.”

“okay,” he agrees, unzipping his jacket as he tosses it onto the chair beside his desk. “one more thing—are you on the pill?”

“yeah?” you answer, tilting your head at him, the gears in your mind turning just a bit more slowly than his.

“cool. just wondering,” oikawa chuckles, eyes glimmering at you.

and with that, he closes the remaining space between your faces, locking his lips with yours and taking you by surprise. your eyes flutter shut instinctively, although you gasp into his mouth at the gesture.

oikawa takes the opportunity to slip his tongue between your teeth, swirling it around your own before biting your lower lip gently. 

you pull away briefly, short of breath at the unexpected kiss, eyes displaying a mixture of shock and confusion, though not unhappiness.

“kissing is important,” oikawa shrugs, face glowing with a bit too much content. 

he pulls you in by the nape of the neck once more, kissing you gently, but passionately. you slowly release the tension in your furrowed brows as you wrap an arm around his neck, unable to get enough of his minty breath, and the way he sucks at your tongue.

his hand slowly travels down from your cheek to the bottom of your hoodie, tugging at it once to gesture for you to let him take it off. you break the kiss for another moment as he hauls the article of clothing over your head, his eyebrow raising at the sight of you wearing nothing but a bra underneath.

“what’s the point in wearing a shirt if i’m just gonna take it off anyway?” you mumble, cheeks feeling hot under his gaze.

“you look pretty,” he beams at you.

you’re so flustered by his compliment—you two are just “friends,” after all—that you don’t notice the tent forming in his grey sweatpants.

before you can say anything in response, oikawa is crashing his lips against yours once more, this time with fervor, hunger, and desire. you struggle to keep up with the pace he’s set, occasionally panting in between kisses as he slips a hand into the cup of your bra.

you gasp at the contact, his hand slightly cold against your warm skin while he just smiles sweetly at you, gently pushing you down against his mattress by the shoulders. he leans back down to lock his lips with yours while still kneading your breast with one hand, the other pressed against the headboard above you. you don’t even noticed that he’s unclasped your bra and tossed it aside.

the area between your thighs begins to feel slightly warmer than before as you rub your legs together, taken aback by the sensation. oikawa pulls away from you for a second to take his shirt off, and you feel your heart lodge itself in your throat at the sight of his torso; his tan, muscular build is really something straight out of a magazine (literally).

“like what you see?” he smirks teasingly as you look away, but he uses one hand to turn your head back towards him. “eyes on me, baby.”

it’s in that moment you feel like you’re finally seeing the oikawa tooru that everyone else sees: the charismatic, experienced lady magnet that you’ve never even given the time of day.

a breath escapes you at the intimacy, but returns to your lungs in gasps once oikawa leans in to tower over you, his broad shoulders casting a shadow above your head. he begins trailing kisses down from your lips to your jawline, to your neck and your chest, then to each breast as he takes one of your nipples gently between his teeth.

“o-oika—” you stutter, squirming at the sensitivity, but he doesn’t stop.

“call me tooru when we’re in bed,” he enunicates, swirling his wet tongue around the bud. he can’t help but smirk at how cute you look, all hot and bothered underneath him.

the sensation of his saliva against the tip of your skin makes your heart pound, and it’s almost hard to focus on which breast feels better when he’s kneading the other one with his large, strong hands. 

you find yourself running your fingers through his hair as your eyes squeeze shut, the softness of his head oddly comforting as he continues to nip at your skin.

but the comfort doesn’t last for long.

you feel his lips leave your chest as they begin to travel further and further down, the trail of kisses left along your belly indicating exactly where he’s going. he hikes your skirt up to your waist with a flick of his wrist, marveling at the matching underwear you’re wearing beneath it.

“wow, just for me?” he coos, licking his lips. “i’m honoured.”

you wrack your brain for some sort of witty remark to wipe the shit-eating grin  off his face, but he plunges his hand between your thighs and draws a long, slow line against the thin cloth over your cunt before you can say anything.

“o-oikawa!” you cry, flinging your head against his pillow at the shock he just sent through your body. it was sudden, but... pleasurable.

“i told you,” he murmurs, gazing at you with dark eyes. “call me tooru.”

his last sentence comes out like a threat once you feel his finger slide up and down your underwear faster, the contact against your folds driving you crazy. you feel the fabric grow slightly damp as it gets wetter with every teasing stroke of his hand, and you know he can feel it too.

“feel good, princess?” he chuckles, unable to tear his eyes off of your flustered face while you give him small nods, too embarrassed to look at him. he pushes the middle section of your panties to the side with ease and slides a finger into you slowly, your arousal making it smooth for him to do so.

“so diiiirty,” he hums at the way your breath hitches, and the way his digits squelch against your juices. “and all i’ve done is put a finger in you.”

“f-feels good, tooru,” you breathe, looking at him with half-lidded eyes. oikawa feels himself get much harder at your reassurance, pride swelling up in his chest.

he hasn’t even fucked you properly yet.

“it better,” he grins cheekily. he slips another finger into you, moving in and out with languid motions so you can feel every bit of him as he curls his fingers upwards. 

you gasp at the way he seems to hit a spot inside you that feels a bit different than before, but whine once you feel him pull his fingers out.

“what’re you—ah!”

before you can finish your question, oikawa’s ducked his head between your legs, licking your juices up from your folds. he pulls the panties off of you before spreading your legs wide open and holding your thighs down firmly, the hem of your skirt resting gently against his head as he eats you out.

“oh my god, oh my god,” you pant, seeing stars in your eyes. you can’t believe oikawa tooru has his tongue in your cunt, licking up and down, teasing your clit like his life depends on it.

your hands grip the sheets in fistfuls as you stare at the ceiling, biting your bottom lip so hard you think it might bleed.

oikawa takes the small bud between your folds with his mouth and sucks, before dragging his tongue around it and licking your arousal off of your skin.

“mm,” he breathes into you, his voice muffled from below. “taste so... good...”

your juices are flowing onto his face as he laps it up relentlessly, his tongue sending spasms of pleasure through your body. a coil begins to build itself in your core, and you think you’re going to snap if he keeps going at this rate.

but the next second, the contact is gone.

“w-wait,” you whine, seeing oikawa get up from the edge of the bed.

oikawa doesn’t even bother hiding his amusement.

“don’t worry, i’ll let you cum tonight,” he reassures you, pulling down his sweatpants and revealing the huge bulge in his boxers. “just not with my mouth—not this time.”

your eyes widen at his size as he drags his remaining undergarments off, his cock springing out from beneath.

it looks big. and hard. 

like it’s swollen, and intimidating. you’re not sure if the veins along the side or the overall size make you more uneasy.

although oikawa seems to get a nice little ego boost from expression as he chuckles, “it’ll fit.”

you’re reminded of how he immediately deprived you of pleasure just now, and pout at him.

“just hurry uuuuup.”

“didn’t take you for an impatient one,” he laughs, leaning over you as he plants one hand beside your head, and gives his aching member a few good pumps with the other. “are you ready?”

you give him a small nod, biting your lower lip as he presses the tip of his cock against your folds. you feel a little tingle from the contact as you wrap your arms around his neck, perhaps out of desire for some comfort.

he slowly slides himself into you, pausing to let you adjust to his size as you hold your breath, before bottoming out and stretching you wide open. you squeeze your eyes shut at the foreign sensation, though it’s not unpleasant.

“doing okay?” he murmurs in your ear, to which you give him a small nod, still practically hugging him to your body. “i’m gonna start moving.”

you feel the sides of his cock drag along your walls inch by inch as he slowly pulls out of you, until the throbbing tip is just barely in between your folds. then, without warning, he thrusts himself deep inside you.

“ah!” you cry out, clinging onto him for dear life, but never telling him to stop. it feels good being clenched around him, your bodies so close together and fitting within each other like puzzle pieces. 

“fuck,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “you’re so damn tight.”

he slides himself out of you again and repeats the action, slowly gathering more speed until he’s really fucking you at a set tempo. 

you feel his hips snap against yours as he pulls himself in and out of you at a rapid pace, the mild discomfort slowly turning into pleasure.

“t-o-o-ru,” you gasp, your words split up with each of his thrusts into your body as you dig your nails into his skin.

“right here, baby,” he grunts, rutting into you with continuous force. “that feel good?”

“y-yeah,” you pant in his ear as he grips the headboard tightly, not giving a damn if the neighbours can hear the wood knocking against their wall. “f-feels so, ngh! good!”

“you’re so fucking tight,” he mutters, pulling out and slamming his throbbing cock back inside you, watching your body move back and forth on the bed with every one of his motions. “and you take my cock so well.”

he slides himself out of you briefly as you blink at the loss of contact, barely able to process what’s happening before he flips your body over.

“get on all fours,” he orders, with surprising authority—and need.

“i thought i said no anal,” you remark, though already getting into the position he wanted.

“relax,” oikawa smiles at you, tracing a finger slowly down your spine and onto your ass cheek, giving it a squeeze that sends tingles through your body.

your body twitches once you feel him rub the head of his cock against your folds, still wet from your arousal. he inserts himself back into your aching cunt that was tired of clenching around nothing, a new wave of pleasure washing over you.

“a-ah...” you moan, tossing your head back at the new sensation. you back yourself into him as you feel oikawa put both of his large hands on your body,  gripping your waist.

and once he starts to move, you know it won’t be long before you cum.

he’s thrusting himself into you mercilessly now, his cock so deep inside of your wet cunt that you feel like he’s literally rearranging your guts. 

“that’s it, baby,” he grunts with each snap of his hips. “doing so good.”

the pleasure is overwhelming as he hits a spot inside you that you didn’t even know could feel this way.

“tooru!” you cry, tears brimming your eyes at how hard he’s slamming his dick inside you, overcome with how fucking good it feels. “d-don’t stop.”

“i won’t until you cum,” he growls in your ear, leaning over so his chest is pressed against your sweaty back. “you gonna be a good girl and cum for me?”

you nod furiously as you bite your lip, small dribbles of saliva leaking out of your mouth at how good he’s fucking you. god, you look so angelic, wearing nothing but a tiny skirt, ass perked up just for him while he rails you into tomorrow.

“g-gonna cum,” you whimper at the same familiar coil building in your core from earlier as oikawa thrusts faster and faster, your tits bouncing back and forth as they hang above the mattress.

“cum for me, princess,” oikawa grates, barely holding onto his own orgasm with how tight you are around him. “taking my cock so well, letting me fuck you so good.”

“tooru-ah! tooru!” your cries of his name fill the room with the lewd slapping sounds of his balls against your ass, the unbelievable speed he’s ramming into you at on the cusp of desperation.

“let me see you fucking cum,” he curses, moving one hand between your thighs to play with your sensitive clit. the pleasure sears through your body as your vision grows slightly hazy from the stimulation. “cum on my cock, baby.”

“w-want you to cum inside,” you breathe, not sure of how much you can last longer. you don’t need to ask twice as he rubs fast circles with his slender fingers against your clit, cock still thrusting in and out of you with incomparable speed. “a-ah! t-tooru, i’m gonna c-cum!”

you feel the coil inside you snap as your walls clamp down against his cock, your juices flowing out of your cunt and down your thighs as oikawa continues grinding against you.

“f-fuck,” he curses, giving you one last, deep, hard thrust as you feel the tip of his cock touch your cervix, groaning as he chases his own orgasm right after yours. he’s still hugging you close to his body as you feel his warm seed spill inside you, the white fluids trickling onto the bed sheets in a mixture with your own.

you’re gasping, out of breath as oikawa pulls himself out of you, the two of you flopping onto the bed together. you lay in the quiet of each other’s pants, staring at the ceiling.

frankly, you’re still in a bit of disbelief over what just happened—you just let oikawa tooru, your friend, fuck you on his bed and take your virginity.

he made you cum. and made you beg for him��willingly.

“how’d it feel?” oikawa asks after a few seconds, breaking the silence with his familiar smile.

“good,” you admit with a giggle as oikawa turns his head to you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“wanna go again?”

[boygirlmeetsworld]

Messy.

ONE-SHOT

Word count: 2793

Disclaimer:  One piece and all it’s characters belong to Eiichiro Oda, I just like to write about them.

Warning: None

Rating: T (i guess?? there’s cursing)

Author’s Note: Whale, this is the first fanfic I’ve posted on the interwebs since high school so please keep that in mind, lol. I do plan to finish it sooner than later so check back in a few days if you want to read the rest, sorry I don’t have it all done right now.  At long last it it FINISHED.

Feel free to tell me what u think! Unless it’s mean, then I ask that u keep those thoughts in ur noggin because I’m just writing these for fun not for grades.

Without further ado, here ya go.

Author’s Note pt 2: So i didn’t end up going the smut route like I originally planned, but I think it worked out better bc this one got nice and Emotional.

Summary: Zoro really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

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The moon was floating high in the night sky when Nami wandered onto the deck, unable to sleep even after a few hours of sketching. 

She wanted company – specifically, she wanted the company of the crew’s resident alcoholic. It only took a few minutes to find him on the lawn deck with his back against a tree and his eye closed. ‘How typical.’

Nami smiled a small, excited smile as she strode over to him and squatted between his parted legs. An unconscious sigh left her nose as she swept her gaze up and down his face. She caught herself thinking, ‘He really is easy on the eyes isn’t he.’ ....again. 

Who was she kidding? She’d been thinking the same thing every time she looked his way lately. 

Two years ago she’d been able to keep the immature crush she had on him locked tightly away but somehow - it had gotten out and was slowly consuming her entire being. 

Nami hoped he hadn’t noticed how often she invited him to drink with her because she didn’t think she could handle being rejected. So she settled for spending time alone with him whenever and however she could. 

“Hey, moss-head,” the navigator said finally, leaning in to squint at him, “Are you asleep?”

He had literally just settled down for a nice cat nap when the navigator appeared suddenly to interrupt him. ‘Damn. What the hell did she want now?’ 

Instead of answering, Zoro chose to ignore her and pretend like he was deep asleep. ‘Why won’t she go bother someone else?’

Nami started prodding his cheek with one finger to rouse him if he really was sleeping, ”Zorooo wake up, I wanna drink,” she whined and his eyelid opened instantly.

‘Why’s she so damn pretty..’ was the first thought he had when he realized that she was a lot closer than he’d anticipated. 

He mentally chastised himself after, trying to remind his id that Nami had never once indicated that she wanted to be anything other than friends and he should respect that. 

But… There was no harm in looking from time to time was there? And she was pretty. She’d always been... ‘Oh for fuck’s sake, now he sounded like Sanji. He needed to get a grip.’

“Helloooooo,” Nami waved her hand in Zoro’s face until he snapped back to reality and snatched her wrist up, pulling it away. He scowled but it wasn’t deep, and now he was refusing to look her in the eye. “What was that about, huh Zoro?”

“Nothing.” The swordsman replied perhaps a little too quickly to avoid suspicion, “Thought I heard a noise, doesn’t matter – oi, didn’t you want to do something?” 

He couldn’t remember what exactly it was. He’d been so distracted by the way her bangs framed her face and sometimes got caught in her eyelashes—’Damnit! He was doing it again.’

Nami smirked again but didn’t press the subject anymore. She’d do that later once they started drinking. “Weren’t you listening to me? You’re so rude, maybe I should find someone else to share my booze with.”

Was it a good idea to go drink with Nami when he kept catching himself thinking about feelings that he’d been suppressing for the last two years? Probably not…

But he couldn’t just decline an opportunity to get buzzed. ‘And... Maybe he wanted to get buzzed with Nami, specifically.’  

Zoro scoffed, mostly at himself. “Quit playing games, damnit, do you want me to drink with you or not?”

“You’re so stubborn,” The navigator teased with a pleased smile that made his heart beat unevenly, “I could care less if you join me, but you’re not allowed to come unless you say you’ll be nice.”

“Nami. I am older than you, quit treating me like a fucking child or I swear-”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady who’s getting you drunk for free, Roronoa Zoro. If you can’t be nice then I’ll just add the cost of everything you drink to your debt and-”

Zoro didn’t have time to ruminate over the way hearing her say his full name made him shiver because he had to shut her up before she did charge him. 

“Okay, okay. I’ll be... nice.” He hissed through gritted teeth and her answering giggle made his pulse flutter. He had to fight to keep himself from smiling. ‘What the hell was going on with him tonight? Was he sick?’

“Good boy,” she turned and started walking towards the Sunny’s aquarium bar, glancing back over her shoulder to make sure he was coming.

“Don’t push your luck, woman.” Zoro snarled to mask his confusion over the sudden need to touch her that he felt scratching at the back of his head. He really shouldn’t agree to be Nami’s drinking partner if he wanted to keep their friendship from getting... Complicated.

He knew it, but he followed her up the stairs all the same.

                                                       * * *

“Why d’you always want to drink with me anyway, witch?” Skeptical of her intentions, his narrowed eye fixed itself on Nami as she approached him holding two maroon tinted bottles. She offered one to him and he accepted it – but he didn’t let his guard down yet.

Zoro lowered his gaze to check the label out, whistling long and low when he read 23% alcohol per volume. A couple puzzle pieces clicked together in his head ‘Oh, that’s why. Because if she tried to drink this with anyone else they’d pass out after two glasses.’

“Would you believe that I just like hanging out with you?” Though her tone was teasing she was actually being genuine, she had a lot of fun with him whenever they went out.

“No–“ He paused when Nami kicked him in the shin hard enough to make him swear. Reaching down with his free hand he rubbed the sore patch of skin and glared daggers at his crewmate. “What the fuck was that for?!”

“You said you’d be nice, Zoro! So be nice or I’ll charge you a hundred thousand beris for that bottle.” Nami uncorked hers but waited to hand the corkscrew over until he behaved himself. The look he was giving her would probably frighten a small child but she didn’t flinch.

‘This was his choice.’ He reminded himself. Of his own free will he chose to get drunk with Nami instead of napping, and that meant dealing with her bossiness no matter how much he loathed it. ‘Sometimes he just wanted to grab her by the shoulders and make her shut up, there were better things her mouth could be doing anyway-‘

“Why do you keep staring at me like that, do I have a zit or something?”

Zoro sat up so fast that he banged his shoulder on the underside of the countertop. ‘What the hell was that? What the hell was wrong with him?’ He hadn’t even opened the damn bottle and he was already making himself look like an idiot.

“No,” the swordsman grumbled, wracking his brain for a believable excuse, “Just thinking about how I’ll owe you money even after I’m dead if you keep charging me for bullshit.” That made her laugh and Zoro cursed himself for how much he liked hearing it. “Don’t see how it’s funny for me, witch.”

Nami let him take the corkscrew from her, eyes crinkled with amusement while he opened his bottle. “You’ll just have to stay alive until you pay me back in full, I guess!” She trilled before taking a long, heavy drink from hers.

“Yeah?” Zoro snorted before mimicking her and downing about half of the wine in the container. It tasted disgusting, which he’d expected, but that didn’t make the bitter aftertaste any less miserable. His nose wrinkled slightly as he set the bottle down. “I bet even if I did try to pay you off you’d find a way to charge me more.”

“You make me sound so heartless,” the navigator batted her eyelashes innocently, pretending to look hurt, “Why would I ever do such a thing?”

“Hah.” He scoffed before chugging some more wine and failing to keep track of how much he was drinking each time. “Because you want to keep me on a leash since I don’t throw myself at you like that dumbass cook.”

An impish smirk crawled it’s way onto Nami’s face that made him immediately regret what he’d just said. ‘Fuck. Damnit!’

“So…” She began slowly, savoring every second that the swordsman spent avoiding direct eye contact with her, “You admit that you are one of my lap dogs?”

A muscle in his jaw flexed and he stopped drinking for one second to grunt, “That’s not what I said.”

“That’s what I heard!” Chimed Nami as she rose from her seat, stepping over to Zoro and tracing a finger under his jaw while he drained the last few drops of liquid. “I should get you a collar, so people know who to bring you to when you get lost.”

Normally he would have snapped at her for poking fun at his sense, or lack thereof, direction but he wasn’t listening to her. She’d come close enough for him to pick up her scent and maybe it was the alcohol intensifying his feelings, but it was suffocating him in a good way.

He loved the way she smelled. Tangerines from her soaps mixed with salty seawater and traces of sunscreen. A hint of orange blossom, but only when she was close to him like this. 

Zoro inhaled deeply through his nose and, without realizing it, his expression melted into something affectionate and gentle. ‘In two years she’d changed in so many different ways… but she still smelled the same. She still smelled like home.’

                                                        * * *

“What are you thinking about, Zoro?” Her voice void of it’s usual teasing tone, Nami’s curiosity was piqued by his sudden shift in demeanor. He looked soft and peaceful, like he didn’t have anything to worry about. She wanted to know why.

‘Ah, fuck.’ What was he supposed to tell her? That he was thinking about how good she smelled? ‘Yeah right.’ Zoro was quiet for a while, mulling over his words until he came up with an explanation that didn’t sound as creepy – but also wasn’t a lie.

“I guess..” he finally murmured, his gaze shifting to meet hers, “It’s just been a while and… I was thinking about how nice it feels to be back here, with everyone…” a brief pause then he added, “I missed you guys.” ‘Look at him being all gushy and emotional, this wine really was something else.’ Zoro reached to brush his fingertips by her temple, catching a stray lock of hair and tucking it behind her ear, “I missed you.”

When had Zoro ever been this honest with her about the way he felt? Never was the answer, but now he seemed to trust her well enough to know she wouldn’t spill his secrets. Nami took his face in both of her hands, surprising him, and pulled his head down so she could kiss his forehead. “I missed you too, Zoro.”

Something about hearing her say that she’d missed him too broke a dam in his chest that he’d been trying to keep together for two years. Hormoness flooded through his bloodstream quicker than Zoro could even process them and before he knew it he was practically throwing his arms around Nami’s waist and crushing her against his chest.

“Nami—” he pressed his face into her neck to hide the tears that he couldn’t hold back anymore. Sober he might have cared about losing it like this around her but she was here and… ‘He just – needed to hold her.’ Hold her and smell her and feel how real she was because she had almost been taken from him.

‘He’d barely begun to process what he had been through on Thriller Bark when they were attacked in Sabaody. If he tried to think back on it his memories would get hazy and his bones would ache from their very cores. He knew what had happened but it’s like his brain was protecting him from understanding how close to death he’d come. Then – to be torn away from the people he loved with all of his heart? Who he had just nearly killed himself to protect?

It had ripped him apart and rubbed salt into every wound. And it fucking hurt. The same kind of pain he felt when he saw Kuina dead on the floor of their dojo. He was scared, he was furious, he was devastated – all over again but this time it was so much worse. So, so much worse.

That was why he had trained so hard over the last two years. Because he couldn’t bear the grief that came with loving them so deeply – so he got stronger. And stronger. And stronger. No matter the cost to his body, he would become powerful enough to defeat anyone who crossed them. Then… He would never have to feel the agony that he did when he first woke up on Kuraigana Island ever again.

Taking on all of Luffy’s suffering in Thriller Bark had been the most physically painful experience of his entire life – but that was nothing compared to how much it hurt to think that his friends were gone forever, that he hadn’t been able to protect them.

Training made it easy not to think about what had happened -- but now he was home, and they were safe - and he was realizing just how close he’d come to losing all of them. At once. And he could do nothing to stop it.’

Startled by him grabbing her, Nami was prepared to give the pirate a good smack if he was getting handsy but… He started trembling. ‘Was he not feeling well?’ Her mouth opened to form the question then stopped. His breathing hitched while his entire body jerked and she realized…

‘Zoro was crying.’

Roronoa Zoro, who prided himself on his strength, was sobbing wretchedly into her neck. ‘He must have been holding this in since Sabaody.’ Nami’s heart ached for him and his stupid pride that forced him to torture himself instead of letting him cry like he needed to. She’d been expecting him to crash at some point, how couldn’t he? Even someone as strong as Zoro was still a human being.

One of her arms cradled his head while the other wound round his shoulders, her fingers combing gently through his hair. “Oh you sweet, sweet boy…” she spoke in the tone that Bellemere used to use when Nami and Nojiko were frightened by a passing thunderstorm. It always calmed her, maybe it would calm Zoro, too.

‘Quit fucking crying you loser you’re supposed to be a man.’ But he couldn’t, he literally could not stop because he was trying to. “I wasn’t strong enough,” his voice quivered at the edges and he hated it. ‘He was definitely never going to drink this kind of wine again ever. Not if it turned him into a blubbering mess like this every time.’

“Shhh, no. No. Don’t you dare try to blame yourself for what happened. Hey, look at me.” Nami urged his head off her shoulder and cupped his face in both of her palms, “None of us were strong enough, okay? Not even Luffy.” Each tear that fell she tenderly swept away with the pad of her thumb. The corner of her mouth turned up as she assured him, “But we are strong enough now. We can take care of each other. Nothing is ever going to tear us apart again, Zoro.”

‘She was right. Of course, she was right. He needed to have faith in his crewmates and his captain. They could do anything as long as they had each other.’ His breathing slowly evened out as he focused on anchoring himself back to reality. He wasn’t in Sabaody or Kuraigana – he was on the Sunny. In the bar, with Nami who had grown so much since he last saw her. The look in his eye softened like it had before his breakdown.

“You’re staring at me again, Zoro.” The navigator teased, her hands falling to rest on his shoulders. He hadn’t let go of her yet but she didn’t mind, he could hold on to her for as long as he needed.

A ghost of his usual smirk passed across his face. “Sorry, Nami…” Zoro took a little risk by leaning in to press a chaste but lingering kiss to her cheek, then traced a path with the edge of his nose to her ear, murmuring, “Wine makes me a little… Messy.”

[hafula]

uhhh vash! IM WRACKING MY BRAIN THINKING OF OTHER MEDIA WE BOTH LIKE HOLD ON

OMG HI I DIDNT SEE U SENT THIS SORRYYYYYYYYY its ok trigun is tge only thing necessary. my answers r gonna cover manga anime AND some stampede thoughts >:)

My overall opinion on the character

there is a reason why he is the main character and so beloved <3 i think hes so CUTE! i love the idea of a gunslinger in a scifi space western who refuses to kill and im so glad that nightow made that concept and brought it to life because vash is so! lovable! in all forms! hes everything to me!!! i LOVE manga vash the most rn, though subject to change once stampede comes out 😏😏 i love the way his hyperpacifism was handled and the fact that in the manga its obvious that it has HORRIBLE consequences. LIKE hyperpacifism does not exist in a vacuum. and he saw something so traumatic but hes still so kind?! the only main character. i love him genuinely. i have 3 introjects of him by accident

One virtue they have

the way this ask game is phrased makes me so confused all the time cuz im an excath who went to a catholic school for 6 years. huh. but i think that vash is very emotionally intuitive and just intuitive in general of course. hes super freaky smart. but he picks up on peoples emotions no problem and i always thought it was interesting how he reacted to them even when he was still acting like he was a clueless dumbass!!! he definitely saw through wolfwood quickly which makes me insane, and he picks up on his enemys' emotions too which is why he knows when they decide to not kill him anymore. crazy stuff. i like him

One flaw they have

same as knives. black and white thinking. i think vashs black and white thinking is so interesting because its the root of his hyperpacifism—no killing under any circumstances. he is put against the ROCKS thruout the story with horrible people who want him to die no matter what but to him, killing is inherently always bad. there is no grey area with either twin. because knives is a killer hes bad to vash. there doesnt seem to be a lot of nuance! ngl im just interested in seeing how both twins are autism creatures in opposite ways

Favorite moment from their arc

umm there are so many. in the manga i have always howled over vash going to mass in one chapter and being forced out by bounty hunters, and the bottle of alcohol in his coat breaks. like its not a HAPPY moment but this has always been the part where im like oh fuck. the consequences of his actions are catching up to him. he realizes he is making people around him suffer even though he refuses to kill and its literally driving him towards trying to be drunk at any possible time. he LICKS the alcohol off of his glove. it shows so well that even the most noble deed can turn out to have consequences we cannot deal with because nothing is black and white everything is grey and i wanna EXPLODE.

Least favorite moment from their arc

i hated how creepy he was in the movie. like fr. i know he does a lot of things so ppl underestimate him but it felt like they took his characterization way too far in that. vash in the anime was obsessed w/ pretty women (which always felt fake as hell LOL) but in the movie it is WAY too much for me lol. i wish that weird side of vash was never highlighted in the anime/movie

One relationship they have with another character

his and livios relationship makes me insane. like it sort of feels like after nick died that vash adopted his little brother. and its so obvious that hes OBVIOUSLY grieving at that point because Nick Just Fucking Died, he lashed out with his powers in response to the point where he sped along his OWN death, but like always he treats livio with kindness. he also makes them enough food that they get sick and doesnt bring up the fact that livio kind of is the reason why nick died. he falls asleep in the car while livios driving and he trusts him enough. i just love that livio got a second chance at all, it was obviously deserved but its very refreshing to see a system character become one of the main good guys and friends w vash :)

One relationship I'd like to see explored from this character

lina :(((( and granny :((( i wish we got to see them again besides the one thing at the end of the manga cuz they really were emphasized to be important to vash and that theyd meet again and it did make me sad to see them disappear off the face of the planet. i just love lina a lot shes so swaggy. generally though i think there are so many interesting relationships with the people vash meets so its hard to choose which should be explored more, luida is another option cuz i feel like she just appeared in the manga with little explanation and it would have been cool to see more of her & vashs relationship among other things

What I would have liked to see happen with them in the media

this is more anime geared cuz the manga satisfied me. but i did wish that they would have given vashs actions consequences. in the anime its very obvious that its got the shonen show swag, but they also made it impossible for there to be like. nuance in vashs actions imo. it just didnt hit as hard in the anime! where is vash crumbling under the weight of the fact that everything he does only makes things worse for the people around him! once youve read the manga its hard to feel like the anime did that ngl, because what i can commemorate the anime for is being a really good 90s shonen anime that captured the spirit of trigun well, but of course the manga being a seinen kind of freaked it. i also am just salivating at stampede rn im so excited 4 it i wanna see how they approach EVERYTHING!!!!

[seiyasabi]

Feeble

(This is a Yandere Bratty Overhaul x Female Reader story, that takes place after his arms get yeeted off of his disgusting body :)) Anyways, this may not be canon lol, and I’m sorry in advance if this sucks or my bias against this man is completely out there. But, I hope you enjoy! 

TW: !noncon/dubcon!, You have to take on a somewhat dominant roll (by force of his hand (lol)), creampie!, threats!, he ends up becoming v whiny bc you are taking too long, you’re quirkless (ofc), v v bratty attitude, dick riding!, no prep!, his vibes are weird, !Overhaul gives instruction but you’re still considered the dom?, truth serum, !breeding,  maid to wife troupe, etc.. 

If any of these themes are triggering, please don’t continue!) 

“Uhm, I think you have the wrong person, Mr. Overhaul. Should I call Mr. Chronostasis and ask him to bring a sex worker-?” 

“No, you’re the person I want, (Your Name). Please, I want you to touch me!” You feel as though this is a set up. Did that girl from the LOV break in and take your boss’ form? Because, the last time you checked, this man hates human contact. Something about everyone being dirty causing him to shy away from your touch whenever you’re assigned to help him with his daily routines. 

“Mr. Overhaul, I’m sorry, but what? You don’t even like me touching you with gloves on, so I find it quite weird that you suddenly want me to have sex with you. I think I should get a doctor to see if you were drugged-” 

“If you don’t come here right now, I’ll kill everyone you care about!” Shuffling awkwardly, you try to wrack your brain for a plan. You know that his threats are serious, but you also know that his aversion to other people is even more serious than that. But, when you look into his pleading amber eyes, you know that he genuinely wants you close. So, you slowly shuffle to his bedside where he writhes in impatience. Yeah, this man is clearly drugged. 

Now standing beside him, you shift your weight from foot to foot, trying in vain to seem calm, “Uh, so,” You clear your throat, “Why are you like this? I mean-what I meant to say is,what happened?” He doesn’t answer. Instead, he swings his legs over the side of the bed near you, and wraps his thighs around your middle, before dragging you on top of him. Yelping in surprise, you try to move off of him, but he holds strong. Is this what he’s been doing since his arms got ripped off? He’s just been doing leg day everyday? 

“Nothing happened, I just need your tight pussy to crush my cock,” Blanching at his raunchy and out of character words, you look down at him in disbelief. 

“Okay, no. Clearly you’re that girl from the LOV, what was her name again? Tabitha? Tiffany? Toga? Yes, Toga! Toga, the people here will literally kill you-” 

“I’m not Toga! I’m Chisaki Kai, the leader of the Shie Hassaikai, and your future husband. Now, hurry up and take off my mask and clothes before I become angry enough that I decide to kill an entire orphanage,” Who the hell is this guy? You’ve never heard him say crazy stuff like this, and it is really creeping you out. So, you nod yes that you’ll follow his orders, and when he releases you, you run for the exit. You can hear his yelling from behind you as you bang on the locked door. 

“Mr. Chronostasis, please let me out! Mr. Overhaul has been replaced by a clone! He’s not acting like himself-” 

“Just do as he says,” The bored voice of your Boss’ right hand man makes you jump in surprise, “Earlier today, he was hit with a truth serum, causing him to say virtually anything that comes to mind. Currently, you’re the only one he wishes to see, and if you defy his orders, I’ll be forced to punish you by hurting your loved ones,” That explains everything, but it still freaks you out. 

“Bu-but he says he wants to-” 

“I don’t need to know about your personal life. Go back to pleasing him, and we’ll all make it out alive.” 

It’s clear that no one is willing to help you. Tears fill your eyes. You’re so fucked, literally and figuratively. You turn back to your seething boss, and quietly go back to his bedside, head bowed in both shame and surrender. 

“It’s nice of you to return, (Your Name). Are you done acting like a child?” That’s rich coming from a bratty, snobbish man. Yet, you nod your head yes, causing a grin to cover his face. You can tell that he’s smiling by the way his eyes crinkle and how his mask shifts, but instead of being amazed that he showed a facial expression, you’re somewhat disturbed,”Good. Now, undress me, or I’ll be forced to hurt you.” 

Nodding once more, you reach out, and remove his mask, exposing his somewhat handsome face. He’d be cute to you if he didn’t abuse children. Numbly, you start to unbutton his dress shirt, allowing his tattooed chest to be out in front of you. Then you remove his dress shoes, socks, and trousers. His briefs are the only thing shielding your eyes from receiving an eyeful of cock, and by the way he’s leering up at you, you know that he wants them off too. So, you suck in a deep breath, before sliding them off his muscular legs. 

His cock, unfortunately, is quite large, making you gulp anxiously. His tip is a dark red, whilst there are multiple veins running down its sides. There’s also a large bead of precum at his tip that’s drooling down his length, showing just how painfully hard he is. 

“So, uh, what do you want me to do?” It’s a dumb question, and you want to bang your head into the floor for speaking before thinking, but Chisaki just smiles. This is one reason why he likes you so much, you never have any underlying motives, because you always speak your mind. 

“Please suck my cock, I need you to choke on it,” You awkwardly bring your face to his crotch, eyes looking anywhere but his own. Once close enough, you tentatively lick his slit, making him buck his hips in response. A loud whine escapes his throat, as his cock bumps your slightly parted lips, “Deep throat me! Take me in all the way, (Your name)!” 

This guy sure is bossy for someone who has no arms. 

“How do you ask nicely?” 

“Please deep throat me! Please!” Glancing up, you see tears bead his eyes, letting you know that he’s desperate. 

“I’ll try my best,” Opening your mouth all the way, you slowly but surely take in his entire length, lightly choking on his thick cock. But, you hum in the hopes of not throwing up, especially when he starts to furiously buck into your throat. Drool and precum drip down your chin in thick rivulets, as the man above you keens and whines in pleasure. 

“Thank you! Thank you! Your throat feels like a pussy!” How this guy knows that a pussy feels like is beyond you, especially when he’s so anal about who is allowed to touch him, but whatever. You just allow him to fuck your throat until he’s done. Suddenly, he pulls out, cumming all over your face. Thick globe of seed coat your skin, and you’re so glad that you closed your eyes when he busted, because you can feel your eyelashes clump together, “You look so good covered in my cum, (Your Name). But, why don’t you undress so I can see all of you?” 

“Of course,” There’s no way that you’ll get out of this, so you might as well just go along with it. Standing up, you unbutton your blouse, all whilst pulling off you pencil skirt and kicking off your (heels/dress shoes). Once in your undergarments, you slowly remove your bra and panties, not really wanting him to see you nude. But, the loud gasps and keening from the man only tells you that he’s seeing everything. 

“You’re so perfect for me, (Your Name). You have child bearing hips, which is a good sign. Why don’t you use my cum to prepare yourself?” His words unnerve you, but you nod yes anyways. Scooping the thick cum from your face, you slowly bring the white tinted liquid to your unprepared cunt, and push it inside. It’s slightly cold from the air in the room, but you don’t let that stop you. From what you can tell, he doesn’t care about your pleasure, “There, now you’re ready for me. Come here, I wish for you to ride my cock.” 

The fact that you were right about him not caring annoys you slightly, but you go along with it once more. Hand reaching out for the side of the bed, you feel for where he’s sitting, before pulling yourself onto the mattress and crawling towards him. Once seated on his lap, you lightly grind on his erect cock, before sitting up on your knees, and lowering yourself on his tip. This is going to hurt, especially because you’re hardly prepared at all- Your thoughts are cut off by your loud scream. Chisaki has taken it upon himself to force his cock inside of you, not allowing you to go at your own pace. 

“You feel so good! You’re so tight it hurts,” Tears and crusted cum drip from your closed eyes, as you’re forced to ride his cock at a breakneck pace. You wrap your arms around his shoulders in the hopes of gathering your bearings, and lean your head on his chest, “You feel that good, (Your Name)? You feel so good that you’re practically falling apart?” The answer is no, but you’re forced to humour him. 

“Yes, Mr. Overhaul! It feels so good!” It’s forced, but he doesn’t seem to notice, only picking up the pace, which you didn’t think was possible. A loud sob escapes your throat at the pain that you’re currently feeling, but it slowly turns numb. You know that if you run your clit that you’ll cum, but you’re unsure if you truly want that. Then he’ll think he’s hot shit, which isn’t true. 

“You’re milking me for everything I’ve got, aren’t you? You want me to cum so deep inside of you, that you’ll be pregnant with the first burst? Don’t worry, I’ll happily do that for you! I need heirs, and since you’re quirkiness, there’s a high chance they’ll gain my quirk. Isn’t that exciting?” After processing his words, you try to get off of him. There’s no way in hell that you’re risking him actually cumming inside of you. What you did earlier was already risky enough. 

“You can’t do that! We aren’t even married-“ He silences you with a forceful kiss, his spit swapping with your own. When your hips move away from his, he follows you, cock still jackhammering into your now slick cunt. You move so far away, that you fall onto your back into the missionary style. Chisaki wraps his legs around your own, not allowing you to move any farther. 

“That’s alright, we’ll get married if you’d like. You’re clean and quirkless, making you the perfect candidate for my wife. Hopefully you’re fertile too, because I’m about to fill you to the brim with my cum,” You shake your head no rapidly, but you feel him still inside of you. His balls twitch repeatedly, before you feel his hot cum shoot inside of you. He grunts in your ear, before he bucks into you a few more times, trying to pack in as much baby batter as possible. You feel him fill your womb enough that you swell slightly, feeling bloated and sick to your stomach. Leaning down, Chisaki kisses your bloated tummy, happiness filling him up entirely. 

“Well, I better to shower and take a Plan B. I’ll leave now-“ You try to sit up only for the taller man to lean onto you, trapping you with his own weight. 

“You’re not going anywhere. I told you my true feelings, (Your Name), remember? You’re going to stay with me for the rest of your days.” 

Gulping only fear, you take in a shuddering breath, “Why? Why me? I just clean the place-“ 

“You’re more than that. I know when there’s a clean person in my presence, and that was only proven the day you helped me bathe for the first time. Usually, I break out into hives when someone touches me, but with you, I didn’t so much as itch. Clearly, that means you’re the only one for me. There’s no reason to fight it, (Your Name). You know that I’m rich and influential, which will allow you to want for nothing and fear nothing. Our children will be considered Mafia Princes and Princesses, so there’s also no reason to worry. Give in, and this will be as easy as breathing. Fight it, and I may have my men do unspeakable acts. What is your decision?” All you want to do is take a nap to think it over, but you know that you won’t have such a luxury. So, you respond with the easy answer. 

“Okay. I’ll marry you.” 

[yurtletheturtlehenderson]

COSMIC - S3:E3; Chapter Three, The Case Of The Missing Lifeguard - [Pt. 3]

A Will Byers x Reader Series

𝘌𝘭 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘞𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘔𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘓𝘶𝘤𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘋&𝘋. 𝘋𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘵𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘺 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘙𝘶𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘦.

📝: soooooo the Mike and Will argument [+ castle byers] scene was kinda rushed cause tbh, and this is low-key embarrassing, but it's kinda triggering for me :)))) not that that scene wasn't or isn't important to me, cause I've actually been thinking about writing it since I binged the series the literal minute it came out lol but then I got to writing it and i ended up closing up and detaching from it cause again, it's kinda triggering so I'm sorry if you were looking forward to it 💞

⚠️: angst, Mike being more of an ignorant dick, more angst

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Stepping into Billy's room was like stepping into a trash can. I didn't trust anything enough to touch it, besides the floor, but I still have my doubts. It wreaked of beer, day-old pizza, and musty laundry. Of course, there was no mystery there, you could close your eyes and point and you'd find at least one of those things.

"Why do I get the feeling we're gonna find all kinds of wrong in here?" Max asks.

"Common sense?" I mumble. "Basic survival instincts?"

I step around the room, peering under anything I can while touching as little as possible. I don't even know what we're looking for.

"Ugh! Gag me with a spoon!" Max groans, slamming a drawer closed.

She looks back at us, an almost haunted look in her eyes. She began to gesture to the drawer and I threw my hands up.

"I don't want to know!"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

The bathroom was next. At least I had been in here before. Max said it was worth a try since it was the only bathroom in the house besides her parents' room, and Billy wasn't allowed in there.

It was dark when we came in, but the soft click of the lights switch brought with it a soft light. I began checking the shelves above the toilet, Max glanced at the counter.

"Guys,"

We peer over our shoulders to see El peering down into the bathtub. Her voice was barely above a frightened whisper, and it wasn't until I reached her side I realized the tub was full. And floating amongst the surface were several empty bags of—

"Ice," Max says, picking up a bag as it dripped back into the tub. "It's just ice. It's probably for his muscles or something, he works out like a maniac,"

Thoughtfully, I peer around the room as I wrack my brain. I didn't want to buy into it, but now it's impossible to ignore. That feeling in my gut that hadn't gone away since we spun that stupid bottle only grew infinitely worse since we stepped inside. El wasn't ready to let this go before, and now, neither was I.

Maybe if we checked the trash, all the best clues are in there. At least that's what I've gathered from all my mom's detective shows.

But where was the trash again? It wasn't by the toilet. It was—

"Max," I sigh.

"What?" She asks, turning to me only to frown at me as I gulp.

"Please tell me you know what that's from,"

She looks at me as if I've just started speaking martian.

"What the hell are you—?"

The words had caught in her throat when she saw the subtle smears of blood on the cabinet handles.

Instinctively, I look at El and she's paler than before. Now more than ever I wonder just how horrible it must have been for her to be this disturbed.

She steps forward, pulling open the cabinet doors and retrieving the small trash can.

Carefully, I watch her expression through the mirror. But her look of grave horror doesn't change when she peers inside.

"El, what is it?"

She doesn't answer.

"How bad is it?" I ask, shifting a little on my feet.

Again, she doesn't answer. She just lowers her hand inside and pulls out a bright red fannypack from the pool, and I remembered. Billy got a job as a lifeguard. I always thought it was ironic; him getting a job saving lives. I almost relax but then she pulls out a second item and that feeling in my gut has completely turned upside down.

"Very bad," El finally croaks.

Max and I watch equally horrified as she pulls a bloodied whistle from the bin.

||𝟑𝐑𝐃 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

Robin thumbs through the translation book, her eyes flying across the page searching for the words playing over in her ears. With the dingus duo out and about, the rest of the translation was left to her; the only one truly qualified for the job.

Unfortunately, it wasn't her only job.

Erica Sinclair had returned with many friends, and by the looks — and sounds— of it, they were hungry and growing impatient.

She stopped ringing the bell only moments after Robin lowered her headphones.

"I'd like to try the peanut butter and chocolate swirl, please," she says through an exaggerated smile.

"No," Robin says, wiping it right off. "No more samples today,"

"Why?"

"Because you're abusing our company policy," she answers.

Erica scoffs, looking around the store. "Where's the sailor man?"

"Sorry, he can't help you. He's busy," says Robin, turning back to her work on the translation.

"Busy with what?"

It's Robin's turn to plaster on a smirk, and she does so while leaning back into the counter.

"Spycraft,"

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

A pair of binoculars rise from the topiary wall Steve and Dustin were hiding behind.

"See anything?" Dustin asks.

"Uh," Steve stalls, binoculars still roaming the mall less than covertly. "I guess I don't totally know what I'm looking for."

"Evil Russians,"

"Yeah, exactly, I don't know what an evil Russian looks like,"

"Tall, blonde, not smiling?" Dustin wagers. "Also look for earpieces, cameras, duffle bags. That sorta thing,"

"Right, okay, duffle bags,"

There's a silence that falls over them at that moment. It's filled with distant chatting and the smoothie machine just one shop over. It's almost enough to bore Dustin with his lack of binoculars but he doesn't let it stop him from trying. His eyes lumber across the mall and just past the fountain to a laughing group of friends; four boys and three girls.

Just another reminder of his 'welcome' home.

Dustin missed the ways things used to be. As thrilling as a top-secret mission to save his country was, he missed being with his friends. He missed his sister.

Steve had said she had been by the other day. When asked, he revealed she had been out with El and Max, stopping for ice cream to which Dustin had scoffed.

"How's that supposed to make me feel better?" He had asked.

"She's trying, dude," Steve eased. "She's worried about you. I could tell,"

Dustin thought on this.

"Look, she said you two can have a monster movie night, or, something. Like you used to,"

"Then why not tell me herself?"

"She was busy and so were you. Would you have told her what you're doing?"

Dustin had fallen quiet.

"Look, it's nice she's branching out. You're giving this too much thought, man, I'm telling you."

Was he? Dustin wasn't sure anymore. It almost felt like he was holding on to the grudge for the sake of keeping her attention, not because he was mad at her anymore.

Dustin smiled to himself a little when he tried to picture what it would be like to have her on the mission. Then again, it was probably best his government-escaped, powered-sister wasn't going after the people she was created to fight anyway.

Steve was right, he realized. He was giving this too much thought.

"Oh, you've gotta be kidding me," Steve says, suddenly and very grave.

Just like that, Dustin was back in spy mode.

"What?"

"Anna Jacobi's talking with that meathead Mark Lewinsky," Steve pouts.

Dustin rolls his eyes.

"Dude, if you're not gonna focus, just give me the binoculars,"

"Aw, Jesus Christ, whatever happened to standards?" He whines, ignoring Dustin altogether. "I mean, Lewinsky never even came off the bench,"

"Dude, you are the worst spy in history, you know that?"

He rips the binoculars out of Steve's hands. He never takes his eyes off the sight, despite the strap that is still secured around his neck. It pulled tighter at his neck and he began to weakly swat at the boy as he tried to snatch them away.

"Stop, hey. Stop,"

"Give me those,"

He finally looks back over to Dustin, now taking on the search.

"Besides," he says. "I don't know why you're looking at girls. You have the perfect girl right in front of you."

"Seriously," Steve scoffs. "If you say Robin again—"

"Robin."

"No, don't. No—"

"Robin. Robin. Robin."

"Stop, no, no, no—"

"—Robin. Robin." He pulls away from the binoculars, giving Steve a knowing look.

"Robin."

"No."

"Robin."

"No!" Steve cries. "No, man, she's not my type. She's not even... in the ballpark of what my type is, alright?" [Lol]

"What's your type again? Not awesome?"

"Thank you," he says, deadpanning Dustin.

"Mm-hmm,"

"For your information, she's still in school. And she's weird. She's a weirdo. And she's hyper. I don't like that she's hyper. And she did drama. That's a bad look. And she's in band? No,"

Dustin finally pulls away from the binoculars again to give Steve a baffled look. Was he being serious?

"Now that you're out of high school—which means technically you're an adult — don't you think it's time you move on from primitive constructs such as popularity?"

"Oh, primitive constructs? That some stupid shit you learned at Camp...Know-nothing?"

"Camp Know Where, actually. And no, it's shit I learned from life."

"Hm," Steve mocks.

"Instead of dating somebody you think's gonna make you cooler, why not date somebody you actually enjoy being around? Like me and Suzie,"

"Oh, Suzie. Yeah, you mean, 'hotter than Phoebe Cates.' Yeah, that Suzie." Dustin shoots him a look. "And, uh, let's think about how exactly did you score that beautiful girlfriend?" Steve asks, scratching his head and pretending to think. "Oh, yeah. With my advice. Because that's how this works, Henderson. I give you the advice, you follow through. Not the other way around, alright, pea-brain?"

Huffing, he turns back to the search only to miss Dustin shooting him a tired look before rolling his eyes.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

It's quiet. The faint sound of rain beginning to pitter against the roof can be heard as they wait for Will to continue.

"Do you guys hear that?" asks Will, full of curiosity. "It sounds like... thunder."

The boombox beside him grows louder.

"But wait! It's not thunder. It's..."

Mike and Lucas watch him a bored pout.

He jumps from his seat, revealing to all the viscous hoard that he had waiting for them.

"A hoard or Juju Zombies!" He turns to Mike, returning to his seat. "Sir Mike! Your action?"

Mike half glances at his sheet, looking to Lucas with a sigh. "What should I do?"

The boy shrugs. "Attack?"

"Okay," Mike says flatly, putting in what little effort he had from the beginning into keeping up the charade. He picks up his dice. "I attack with my flail."

He drops the dice in lieu of rolling. Excitedly, or seemingly so, Will peers over his divider at the outcome and smiles at his friend.

"Whoosh! You miss! Your flail clanks the stone. The zombie hoard marches towards you and..." he rolls his dice. "The Juju bites your arm! Flesh tears, ahh! Seven points of damage."

"Oh, no. My arm," Mike says, mockingly as he smiles at a snickering Lucas. "Lucas, look, my arm,"

Will tries, for what feels like the thousandth time to brush off their behavior. But it was getting increasingly difficult. Instead, he leans in towards Lucas, capturing his attention as his friend tries not to laugh.

"Sir Lucas, the zombie hoard roars. Do you fight back? Or, do you run?"

Still attempting not to laugh, Lucas pretends to think on it. He raises his finger and—

RING

All heads snap to the ringing phone on the wall, and Will grows frantic. He leaps to his feet, throwing the wizard staff into the ground in declaration.

"No! It's a distraction! A trap! Do not answer it."

And as they had for almost an entire year, Will watches as his friends ignore him and his pleas and race for the phone.

"No!" Will pleads.

But Mike was already picking up the phone, the same desperation Will had been expressing for the attention of his friends in his voice.

"El?"

Will's shoulder sag.

"No," Mike sighs. "Sorry, not interested."

He turns back to his friends, slumping against the wall as he sighs again.

"Telemarketers."

"Maybe we should just call them?" Lucas says.

"We can do that?"

"I think so,"

"Yeah, but what would we say?"

"You'll say nothing!" Will cries. "The Khuisar tribe still needs your help!"

"Alright then," Mike shrugs. "I'll use my torch to set fire to the chamber, sacrificing ourselves, killing the Juju zombies and saving the Khuisar. We all live on as heroes in memory of the Kalamar."

"Victory," Lucas smiles tiredly, holding up his hand and the two friends high five, not bothering to hide their smugness.

Something breaks inside Will.

Will wonders to himself why it took him this long to realize. His friends didn't care about him. Not like friends are meant to. Will's friends didn't care about him unless he was in danger. All this time, it had been staring him in the face.

They don't care.

At least not anymore. And the proof was all there.

Mike and Lucas gave one five-second phone conversation with a telemarketer more attention than he had gotten all summer. And Will was done with it. He was done with them.

"Great," he mutters, throwing the staff to the ground and ripping off the dunce cap. "Fine! You guys win. Congratulations."

He ejects the tape, sending the basement into a chilled silence. Their faces fall.

"Will, I was just messing around," Mike says, voice growing soft.

Will had turned his back, hastily discarding the robe as he began to pack and lengthening the silence that spoke a thousand words.

'No, you weren't,' Will thinks.

"Let's finish for real," Mike eases, returning to the table.

"Yeah," Lucas chimes.

"How much longer is the campaign—?"

"Just forget it, Mike!"

"No! We wanna keep playing, right?" He looks to Lucas, pointedly and he quickly nods.

"Y-yeah! Totally!"

"We'll just call the girls afterward!"

"I said forget it, Mike!" Will yells, shocking the pair. "Okay?"

Will never yelled. Ever. The last time he had, it wasn't even him. It was back in the shed when the Mind Flayer had him.

Too late he could tell just how much damage he had caused. And it didn't even matter.

"I'm going home,"

"Come on, Will," Lucas eases, his voice low and soft.

But Will didn't even look them in the eye. He shoved himself past Lucas and stormed for the stairs.

"Move!"

Lucas watches crestfallen as his friend retreats from the room. Retreats from him and Mike.

He sighs, guilt multiplying with every thought, and Mike quickly tails after Will.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

"Will, come on!" Mike pleads, following his friend out into his garage where he stomps for his bike. Mike has to shout a little to be heard over the downpour of rain, but he does so anyway. "You can't leave, it's raining. Listen, I said I was sorry, alright?"

Will doesn't answer. What's the point, he thinks. He just continues to ready his bike.

"It's a cool campaign! It's a really cool campaign! We're just not in the mood, right now."

"Yeah, Mike!" Will snaps. "That's the problem, you guys are never in the mood anymore. You're ruining our party!"

"That's not true!"

"Really? Where's Dustin right now?"

Mike can't answer.

"See? You don't know and you don't even care. And obviously, he doesn't either and I don't blame him! You're destroying everything! And for what? So you can swap spit with some stupid girl?"

"El's not stupid! And what about you, huh? What about Y/n?"

"Since when have you cared about Y/n?! You've been treating her like shit! She's really been trying with you, Mike. We all have! But you don't care."

"I do too!"

"Then where have you been Mike? Other than off ditching your friends for El?"

"Hey, it's not my fault you can't move on!"

The silence is back and louder than ever. The rain pounded against the pavement just beyond the edge of the garage, enunciating the rift in an almost ten-year friendship. Will gawks up at Mike, disgusted and utterly betrayed.

Mike looked just as shocked at himself. But he didn't make any effort to take it back.

"I'm not trying to be a jerk, okay? But we're not kids anymore. I mean, what did you think? Really?"

Will almost scoffs. But he doesn't have the emotional energy. He's completely vulnerable and hurt.

"That we were just gonna sit in my basement all day, playing games for the rest of our lives?"

"Yeah," Will admits, his voice hoarse and wavering. "I guess I did. I really did,"

Saying goodbye to what hope he had left for Mike, Will mounts his bike and takes off into the heavy mist of rain.

"Will!" Mike calls. "Will, come on!"

Will didn't look back.

⊹ ⊹ ⊹

Rain thrummed against the now-abandoned swimming pools, beach chairs were deserted and any remaining sign of life was now scurrying for cover against the flash storm. The entrance was swarmed with people making a quick getaway to the safety and comfort of their warm, dry homes.

All except for three-figure, hidden under bright rain slickers of red, yellow, and blue.

The new crime-solving, void-hopping trio parked their bikes in the emptying rack and made their way for the front desk in a subtle urgency. Throwing back their hoods, revealing their still soaked hair and faces, they scamper to the front desk.

"Excuse me?" Max asks.

Two uniformed workers lounged boredly behind the counter. A lifeguard in her jacket, perched on the counter with her magazine and soda and the other, and a man in who they guess to be in his twenties, presumably the manager. He never looked up from his magazine to answer them in a dull drone.

"No one in the water until thirty minutes after the last strike. And don't try and argue with me. You want to get electrocuted, go climb a tree,"

"Yeah, we don't care. We're not here to swim." Max says, making a face. "Or get electrocuted,"

"We're here about this," Y/n says, holding up Heather's fannypack. "We found it, and we're hoping to return it."

The two finally looked up at the three of them, almost looking a bit curious.

"Does that belong to anybody here?"

"Oh, yeah," The manager nods. "That's Heather's. I'll get it back to her."

"We," El says suddenly, trying to hide her worry. "could give it back to her."

"You could. 'Cept she's not here. Bailed on me today,"

They all share a worried look as he returns to his magazine. When they don't answer, he looks at them again, curious.

"What is this? You girls want a reward or somethin'?"

Max shrugs, casting off any visible signs of worry. "Nope. We're just... good samaritans."

The girl behind the counter shoots a subtle glare at Max's behavior. Confused, the redhead shoots one right back. But her attention was quickly stolen by El, who was now staring curiously at the corkboard across the way. Her friends followed her gaze to see the board in question. In bright yellow words, it read, MEET YOUR '85 SWIM SEASON LIFEGUARDS right above six photographs.

Max and Y/n find themselves following El to the corkboard, ignoring the obnoxious laughter from the two they had left behind. El was getting an idea as she stared at one of the photographs of a young brunette smiling back at them, below her, written in sharpie was the name, Heather. And they seemed to know exactly what her idea was.

"Heather," Max mumbles. "Do you think you can find her?"

El takes one look back over her shoulder at the lifeguards. They were laughing at something. More importantly, they were distracted.

Without answering, she yanks the photo from the wall and the three friends disappear into the locker rooms.

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