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[lulu2992]

Deleted dialog from Far Cry 3’s main story

In this series of posts, I’m sharing all the unreleased content (minus a few duplicates) I found in the oasisstrings text file, even when it wasn’t very interesting, so we have a comprehensive list of the lines that were cut in each Far Cry 3 story mission.

On a side note, the document never says which character is speaking, so every time you see names, it’s either because the corresponding audio files were available and I know who the speaker is, or because the context made it easy to guess their identity.

Part 20: Payback

First, it seems Jason was going to try to call his own phone, which is in Vaas’ possession, and that the pirate had changed his voicemail greeting:

Vaas: Hello. you have reached Jason's phone. Well, unfortunately, Jason is not available to answer your call right now, because he's dead. Jason: Guess again. I'm coming for you, Vaas.

Then, we had this:

They're all going to die.

Vaas's life ends today.

Jason, lead us to victory.

The first two lines could be Jason talking to himself, and the last may be either Citra’s voice (probably in his head) or a Rakyat warrior’s, but I’m really not sure.

After this, I found what appears to be two conversations between pirates:

Pirate: I'm getting tired of waiting. Why aren't we out there killing Jason? Pirate: Are you stupid? Pirate: You think I can't take him? Pirate: You're an idiot. It's not him you gotta worry about. Pirate: Oh, what? You want him for yourself or something? Pirate: Vaas wants him. And that means you go after Snow White and Vaas will fuck you up good.

Pirate: Hey, Edward. Come here. Pirate: Yeah yeah. Coming. What d'you want? Pirate: Hendrick has a big pile of blow. Pirate: And? Pirate: [Laughing] And he's got a cold. Pirate: We should go and help the poor boy. Pirate: Yeah, yeah. I'm in.

The next line...

This is some Call of Duty shit now.

...was probably from Jason. As for this one...

Fucky, fucky. Sucky, sucky.

...we heard it in Badtown earlier in the game. I don’t know if one of the women around Vaas’ camp was going to say it to Jason or if he would just start hallucinating and hear voices, as the following lines suggest:

The mix is not quite right yet, you see. But aren't you having fun? That's all that matters. Is it not? This is your world after all.

Revenge our blood on those that dwell upon the earth, Jason.

Just do it. Feel the rush.

Don't worry. Go kill Vaas.

After this, and probably to the pirates (whether they could hear him or not), I suppose it was then Jason who would say:

You're all going to die.

Now, in the game, Jason gets ambushed by Vaas, who appears on the TVs and talks to him. In the early version of the mission, it seems he would just enter the camp and start calling his enemy’s name. He does this too in the final version (and the lines are identical) but only when he goes inside the warehouse after killing all the other pirates.

Then, we have this long series of deleted lines:

Nothing can stop you Jason, this will be your victory.

Kill Vaas! [Roar of testosterone and drugs]

Jason? Don't Shoot!

Look at him. He's fucked up.

There is no Citra here...hermano! It's just us! Let's go shoot!

Stop pointing the gun at me!

Three times I've killed you. One. Two. Tres. And here you are. Standing in front of me again. This is a sign!

I'm right here! No!

Shoot! Let's go, shoot me motherfucker!

The thing is, I am not crazy. You are.

Jason, you're pointing a gun at me!

Look at him. He's fucked.

There is no Citra here...only us.

Stop! You're pointing a gun at me!

Three times I've killed you. One. Two. Three. And yet here you are.

I'm right here!

Shoot!

Don't shoot!

Motherfucker, shoot!

You're so fucked, puta. C'mon, pull the trigger, Let's go

Pull the trigger, motherfucker.

C'mon, shoot, SHOOT!

We are so fucked! End it! End it!

The thing is, I'm not crazy. You are.

You took my sister way from me. You wanna fuck with me? You wanna fuck with me?  Black heart, dagger ice. My blood is darkness, motherfucker. This is my fucking house! This is my fucking house! You wanna fuck with me? You know who the fuck I am? You know what I have been through? You know what's in my head, you motherfucker? Come! I'm waiting for you motherfucker! Come! I am going to find every piece of your fucking body, motherfucker!  The world is on a diagonal. I am the balancing point. You think you are a warrior? You think you've got what it takes? Do you know what it takes, you motherfucker? You want to take my sister away from me? You want to take my heart away from me, you motherfucker? You're taking my heart! You're taking my love! Fuck you! You cannot kill me,  motherfucker!  You cannot kill somebody that's already dead! You cannot kill somebody that does not  feel fucking pain. I don't feel pain motherfucker! You cannot take from me, what this world has already fucking taken. You want to disrespect me? I mean, you want to disrespect me? I mean you want to fuck with me? Huh? I like you. You are me and I am you. What is transparency? You've come to deliver me the truth. To hit me right here with transparency.

What the hell?

Jason? Jason?

Look at him. He's fucked up.

Shut up! Okay? Shut up!

What are you doing?

Come on shoot!

Here!

Three times I've killed you. One. Two. Tres. And here you are. [whistle] Standing in front of me again. This is a sign, hermano You have come to hit me right here[taps his forehead] with the truth. to deliver me with transparency. Shoot!

Shoot!

The line “The thing is, I am not crazy. You are” can be heard in the E3 2012 Step Into Insanity trailer.

By the way, in the video, Vaas says, “I am gonna free your fucking soul”, but in the game and in oasisstrings, it’s simply, “I am gonna free your soul”. I have a theory about this.

So it’s clear to me Jason is at least partly hallucinating, and since there seems to be someone panicking and begging him not to shoot, I think what we have here is the long version of the fight that the game’s Lead Writer, Jeffrey Yohalem, reportedly talked about. Originally, in this mission, Jason was apparently going to accidentally shoot his friend Vincent, also known as Vince or “the guy with a beanie and glasses”, mistaking him for Vaas. The deleted lines above seem to confirm this!

Then, we had another exchange between Vaas and Jason. Some of these lines are still in the game, but the one I bolded and italicized are not:

Vaas: Are you enjoying my sister's company? Huh? She's gonna make you a warrior out of you? Vaas: You are so fucked, Jason. C'mon pull the trigger. Vaas: C'mon motherfucker. Pull the trigger! Let's go, shoot me! Jason: What the fuck! Jason: Why won't you die! Vaas: Shoot ME! End this fucking misery! Jason: I am shooting, fuck you! I am shooting! Vaas: We are so fucked...we are so fucked up Jason. Vaas: Who are you, huh? Who the fuck are you? Vaas: We are so fucked...we are so fucked up, Jason. Vaas: Who are you, huh? Who the fuck are you? You are me... and I am you. I have come to deliver you. I've come to deliver us. Vaas: Take me into your heart. Accept me as your savior. Nail me to the fucking cross and let me be REBORN!

Vaas’ interrupted line (as well as the beginning of Jason’s reply) can be listened to here.

In the game, this is where the fight stops. In the files, there are two last lines from Vaas:

[Laughing] Are you enjoying my sister's company? Huh? She's gonna make a warrior out of you...

The world is on a diagonal. I am the balancing point. The thing is, I'm not crazy. I never was. But you are.

The sequence normally ends with Jason saying, “Citra, I won. I won”, but, weirdly, there are more lines after this and it looks like we’re back at the beginning of the mission. Either what we’ve just seen was supposed to be a hallucination and “Payback” would then continue as follows, or the lines are not all in the right order in oasisstrings, or there are two versions of the mission in the document.

First, someone would say:

Wait for my signal.

I have no idea who. However, the next line...

The pain will stop once Jason Brody is dead... The pain will stop once Jason Brody is dead... The pain will stop once Jason Brody is dead...

...was clearly Vaas speaking. You can even partly hear this in the E3 2012 trailer I linked earlier in this post. The first line could be him talking to other pirates as well; I really don’t know.

Some of the dialog that follows is still available but some isn’t. A few of Vaas’ lines seem identical to what he says in the game, but the audio files were different and are now missing. I’ve bolded and italicized all the cut content:

Jason: I'm coming for you Vaas. Jason: Let's see how you like me now. Vaas: Surprise, motherfucker! You didn't think I knew you were coming, right? Jason: I don't need surprise to kill you. Jason: Vaas! Vaas: And the thing is, I did not bring you here. You walked in here by your own goddamn self! Vaas: And now here you are trapped in the boxes of life like a fucking rat. Vaas: Ah, Jason, Jason, Jason! You've rekindled my faith in televised entertainment! Vaas: I'll pay ten grand to the first motherfucker that get me Jason Brody's nutsack.

Then, a few more deleted lines (mostly from Vaas, it seems, but one could be Jason talking) while pirates are being killed in the camp:

Nice one! That's it... work your way up. C'mon, puta, I am waiting for you, motherfucker. Bring it! Bring it!

You know all you've ever been since you came here, hermano, is a broken game. But that's okay, because I played you.

Why don't you think before you talk.

You are so close to the end… Come on! End it!

Then, we have Vaas’ “Peek-a-boo motherfucker” and, for some reason, what he tells Jason when he appears on the TVs (the whole “Surprise, motherfucker” speech) even though this sequence happens earlier in the final version of the mission.

After that, we have the lines listed below. Some are in the game but all the bolded and italicized ones were cut:

Vaas: The world is on a diagonal. I am the balancing point. Citra: What kind of man are you? Vaas: The thing is, I am not crazy. I never was. But you are. Citra: You are strong. Powerful. Citra: Evolve. Earn your victory. Vaas: Way up in the fucking skies, you thought you had your finger on the pussy trigger! But hermano... Citra: Who are you, Jason? Vaas: Citra give you that ink, huh? Did she tell you were ready for battle, huh? Did you fuck her like a good little warrior? Citra: You will defeat anyone who stands in your way. Citra: Complete the tatau. Stay with us. Vaas: You are so close to the end. Come on! End it! Vaas: We are so fucked. End it! End it! Vaas: Who are you, huh? Who the fuck are you? Vaas: Come! I'm waiting for you motherfucker. Vaas: Come! I am going to find every piece of your fucking body, you motherfucker! Vaas: I have come to deliver you. I've come to deliver us! Vaas: You are me and I am you.

All of Vaas’ available deleted lines, which are all from this mission, can be listened to here.

After this, the fight ends, but before Vaas’ final words (which Jason hears in his head as he’s waking up), there were these two lines:

Jason. Come, join us!

Later.

I think this could be his friends calling him, probably in his imagination, and him now being too far gone, too absorbed in the game he’s playing on the island that he doesn’t have time for them anymore. After all, this is what Far Cry 3 is about.

Then, we hear Vaas’ disembodied voice for the last time and Jason is magically back at the Temple with Citra. The only difference here is that, when she says her brother is dead, he could have simply replied:

I shot him.

This mission is the most interesting in terms of deleted content, and even though the order of the sequences is unclear, I’m so glad we can still have an idea of “what could have been” thanks to the oasisstrings file!

[17020]

“look in the mirror. what do you see?”

rin itoshi sees his brother, who absolutely haunts him everywhere he goes. he’s unable to look at himself in the mirror, and he often washes his face and brushes his teeth in the shower to avoid looking at his face. if he can’t, he’ll let the water boil until the mirror is completely foggy. he doesn’t think he’s obvious about it until you ask him to join you in your skincare routine, and when you ask him the question, he freezes. he struggles to form a sentence, the only thing he manages to squeeze out is “my brother.”

and to convince your boyfriend to love his reflection is hard. and you try. really hard. it’s baby steps with rin itoshi, as you offered to cut his bangs when they got too long. it’s an adorable sight, to see your boyfriend swinging his legs while he sits on your bathroom sink, as you lean closer to him with a pair of hair scissors. and when you’re done and the floor is filled with little dark hairs scattered all over it, rin finally turns to look in the mirror. and for some strange reason, there isn’t a trace of disdain in his expression.

there is a small, minuscule smile. and you ask him “what’re you looking at, rin?”, and he murmurs a small “nothing”, to which you smile. you let him know how handsome he looks, and his eyebrows furrow. because it’s strange to not live under his brother’s shadow. it’s strange to not be compared. it’s strange for him to not feel as bad as he does when there are mirrors around. “i still see him” is what he says, completely defeated. though, what you said next makes him chuckle.

“you wanna try eyeliner?”

sae itoshi brushes you off immediately, changing the topic of conversation. he’s cold all of a sudden, blaming it on his lack of sleep. and you know he’s lying through his teeth, yet say nothing about it. and you see the sudden look of disappointment on his face, and know it has nothing to do with you, and everything to do with himself.

even when suggesting something like mirror sex, he declines in a heartbeat. as much as he loves you, sae itoshi despises mirrors. you are on a mission to know why. even when you and him go out in madrid, his gaze is always on you or on the ground, not even bothering to look at his reflections on water fountains or windows.

after subtly pointing out his habits, he crumbles. bad. he stares at you dead in the eyes and asks, “do you ever see yourself and think of what could’ve been?”, and you stare at him in disbelief. he realizes he probably worded it the wrong way. “i meant my career”, he corrects himself as you feel a weight lifted from your shoulders. not entirely, though.

the silence moves him to explain himself forward, “i see myself and i see him. i think of what could’ve been if i hadn’t come here.” and you cry. and you swear you could see his eyes glistening too. pulling him into your embrace, you whisper how our actions cannot be erased, but we can move forward and show we have changed through our actions. his grip around you tightens as you remind him how much you love him. he deeply inhales, letting out a shaky breath.

“i think i regret turning out like this.”

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[notthecutesttrash]

Nostalgia

Content: Sukuna found himself intrigued by your spunk, and when he notices that Yuji is struggling to overpower him one day, he finally has a little fun.

Trigger Warnings: 18+ DARK, NONCON, readers a bit obnoxious at first, time skip for obvious reasons, Smut, suffocation, no like actually, blood, loss of virginity, fingering, hair pulling, spanking

Word count: 4.3k

The school is blatantly empty today, which was rather boring. You had decided from the moment you woke up, that this would be the day you saw Sukuna’s supposed vessel. How disappointing to notice everything so empty, like an abandoned building. No Gojo, no other first years, whatever. It was all lame. 

Huffing to yourself you open the door to another spacious classroom with zero people intact. You thought to even check the nurse’s office, only to see Ieiri doing who knows what with the bodies there. She turns up at you as blood adorns her lab coat,  “Oh, hey, what’re you doing here?” You blink and close the door. She shrugs and diverts her attention back to work. 

Where else could they be? Principals room? Sealed room? Ah possibly there. 

You make way for the chambers, passing the empty hallways. The year above you's class is more than interesting. There's a panda, a dude who speaks in rice ball ingredients, and a zen’in lady. The lady was also able to keep up with your rude remarks which was amusing.

As you walk you hear small far away grunts. Humming, you curiously begin to switch directions, and near the sounds of groaning and “Hyah’s!”

From far away, you’re able to see a faint, puffy pink-haired man slapping a training dummy with a weird fuzzy blade. He’s so caught up in training that he doesn’t notice you, so you watch, judging his stance and how he struggles while dragging his breaths.

He’s doing it all wrong.

Though you’re amused at the pure confidence brimming in his expression; he was almost cute it's laughable. Eventually, that makes its way from your mouth, and he shifts to you, completely oblivious that you were even there that whole time. He’s a bit taken aback, and you near closer to see him.

“Um.. who are you?” He asks, dumbfounded. 

You press your hands to your waist ignoring the question and direct one back at him “Are you a first-year?” 

“Yeah. Are you one of those second years? Did you guys already come back from your mission?” 

You shake your head, and point to him exclaiming loudly, “No, I’m with you! Yuji Itadori!” 

He blanks, “Uh.. okay..” you squeal, throwing your hands in the air. 

“I knew it! Sukuna picked you? Look at that, you’re so innocent looking, you’re not even holding that blade right.” You giggle to yourself obnoxiously and he tilts his head, a small flicker of annoyance inside him. 

“Actually, he didn’t pick me, I just swallowed one of his fingers and-“ you cut him off with a sound of disgust. 

“You did that willingly? Ugh, how interesting, what did it taste like? Was it crunchy? Gooey? Was it old?” 

He ponders for a moment before answering, “Old, definitely old, and wrinkly.. and his fingernails are sharp.” 

“Ew.” You cringe at the thought, and he tilts his head to ask, “So, what are you here for?” 

Shrugging, you think. “I just wanted to see,” you answer vaguely. Being Sukuna’s vessel is more than interesting, considering it’s been what, hundreds of years? 

He opens his mouth to speak and you look at his cursed tool, probably one that was given to him by Gojo. Something in you wants to admit the morbid curiosity of seeing Sukuna, but in reality, you know that would be terrible.

“So, how does that work? Do you just have him inside of you? Does he talk? Do you hear him? See him like a ghost and he talks to you, is he standing here right now?” You ramble all your ideas at him and he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. You were definitely weirding him out.

“No nothing like that, though I do hear him every now and then. It’s sort of annoying.” He points to the back of his hand, “or he’ll show here.” You tilt your head, weird. 

You move close to him, enough to invade his personal space. You lift your hand and he’s confused, then you dive it down on his head, patting the fluff. 

Beaming, you pet him mockingly while cooing, “I heard you’re going on your first real mission tomorrow, how exciting.” 

Yuji lightly slaps your hand away, grumbling, “Can you not do that?” he steps back so you would no longer be at arm’s length.

You smile. Truthfully, you were planning on being more annoying. Why? Well, you're not sure. You quite liked him instead, he was cute, and you know you're going to enjoy teasing him often. He's still fussing over his hair as you think until you twirl away with a laugh.

“Hey, tell Sukuna I said hi when he saves your ass from death.” You stick your tongue out at him and Yuji furrows his brows immediately. That annoyed him.

Safe to say, Sukuna was definitely amused by you since then.

Yuji is your boyfriend, and he's someone you love to death even if you can still tease the heck out of him. But you've calmed since then. And through the years nothing ever came of Sukuna. Many times you had even forgotten he existed.

Occasionally you two would get food together, and sometimes you had a morbid curiosity when remembering after all this time. 

“Does Sukuna still talk to you?” You’d ask and he’d turn his head to the side with a grave expression. He knows, but he never admits.

“No, not really," he'd mumble to himself. You’d nod in response, giving him a knowing gaze. Was it really that bad? 

Yes. 

From the day he first met you to now, all that was always on the curses mind was how he just wanted to kill everyone and have fun with the punk’s lively girlfriend. Luckily, that day never came, and it never will. 

That was until.. he got sick of course. 

You’re patting the washcloth against Yuji’s head, a worry setting a deep frown on your face. His breathing is heavy, and he's panting with a newfound flame that burns in his forehead. He’s hotter than you’ve ever felt, it was almost inhuman. No reverse curse technique seemed to have been helping, no doctor, no medicine, no bath, no rest, just nothing was working. 

You’re rushing to look through Yuji's cabinets. There has to be something here that you haven’t seen before. No simple pain medications would help, nothing generic. You pick up a bottle, maybe this one? It was a herbal medicine, and you knew it was a fat chance, but you’re desperate. So you rush back to Itadori and pour him a small cup of water near the pills. 

“Hey, Yuuji.. baby,” you lightly caress his cheek, but to no avail. His skin is steaming, and his eyes are clasped shut.

You frown and take the pills in your hands, pouting at what you have to do. You open his mouth and drop the pills in lightly, holding his head up at a good position, then making sure a very small amount of water is poured in so he won’t choke. This reminded you of something, but you weren’t sure of what. 

Setting the cup back down you stare at it, then him, then gasp as a bad thought strikes you. Sukuna. The only person who can heal him. 

You can’t do that. Sukuna only works for his own gain. He probably wouldn’t even care if he died with Yuji. But still, you won't just let that happen.

Albeit.. are you really going to allow possibly hundreds, if not thousands to die by his hands just because you selfishly want one man to live? Emotional connection or not, that wasn’t smart. Or is it?

Yuji is probably the only person who could hold Sukuna off- or not probably, he is the only person who can hold him off. Maybe besides Gojo, but that didn’t count when it came to a literal internal affair. 

Either way, the fingers are all stowed somewhere. Surely you could find one. but still, you’d rather not have the god of curses of all beings roam around. You knew Yuji wouldn’t want that either, in fact, he’d probably be disappointed.

You sigh and pat Yuji’s head, giving him a soft kiss on the forehead. “Hope you get better… I’m gonna go now, okay?” You stand and stare at him, knowing he probably couldn’t hear you, or respond. You were sure he was deep in there somewhere, maybe even kicking Sukuna’s ass.

Sighing, you arrive at your home and slam your back into the bed, draping a hand over your forehead. You’re exhausted. Lately, you’ve just been spending days and nights at his house.

Sometimes you aren’t able to sleep depending on the day, this time might be one of those, but you aren't sure.

Battling with the idea of Yuji’s worsening sickness and Sukuna’s possible revival made you almost get a migraine.

You glance at the time. It’s already been a full hour, and your corneas are burning from the lack of sleep. Alright.. suppose it was time. You sigh and make yourself comfy, curling in a small ball before closing your lids. 

When you awake, there’s a blur in your eyes as you tiredly open them. It’s dark and when you glance at the window you’re thinking it’s maybe 2 AM. 3? Rolling over to your side, you pull your leg up and get comfy again, groaning at how hot your pillow now is. Lifting your head to turn it, you slam back down comfortably, a flicker of pink in your sight. Yawning, you rub your eyes and blink at whatever that could be, but decide eh, whatever, it’s your room, nothing out of the ordinary. What you needed was sleep for tomorrow. 

Shuffling, you clutch your pillow and squeeze it against you, loving the feel of the brisk cold that rubs against your cheek and satiates the heat of your neck. Closing your eyes with a small moan, a faint chuckle sounds near you. Blinking your eyes open, a jolt of fear slithers down your spine, and you raise your upper half and rotate to survey the room. Nothing out of the ordinary. You’re tired, just hearing things.

Huffing, you press yourself against the pillow again and clench your eyes shut. Just go to sleep damn it.

This time you heard an audible step. Your heart sped into your chest and you forced yourself to rotate the other way. You’re just hearing things, lack of sleep will do that to you, it’s been a long day too, so surely it’s that.

Step. It must be a curse, but you didn’t feel anything, so it had to just be you. If you go to sleep now, then it’ll all be gone. Just keep closing your eyes and when you open them again it’ll be morning.

Step. You squeaked at the sound and the creak in the floorboards. That’s when you heard another chuckle.

“How long are you going to feign sleep?” A raspy deep voice erupts a squeal from you. 

Turning shakily, you struggle to adjust to the lighting as you see a familiar figure ahead. “Yuji?” Your small voice whispers out. He grins wide. No, something was not right here. Yuji didn’t have markings or whatever this was on him, and he never kept his bangs back.

When you glanced down to study his body you froze. There was a hole in his chest, not an incision, not a Halloween effect, a full-on hole that you could look inside of. Blood was dripping from the wound, but it seemed as if it was drying judging by the goop. 

A realization hits you, and you gasp, your body shaking under the weight of Yuji- no Sukuna's gaze. His smile is large, and his dark orbs glow red in the darkness. “Y-You’re…” you hold your breath.

“H-How..?” You’re still whispering, tremoring as nears your features. He suddenly laughs loudly, cackling horribly with that new voice of his. It echoes into your ears and makes your heart drop. This was it, you were going to die. 

“You see, I was planning on having fun with that other lively girl. But, because of the brat’s affection for you, I have decided to pick you first.” He has a rumble in his hoarse throat when he verbalizes, and a horrifying smile still paints his face. You’re stuck, shaking in your spot.

“A-Are you..” you struggle to think of the words, your voice cracking as he gleams at you. “Going to.. kill me..?” Sukuna’s grin widens, and finally, you can see the way his double pair of eyes glimmer even in the lack of light. 

“After you’ve quenched my insatiable thirst, then yes.”

He takes a moment, pausing to press his hand against his chin as he thinks. “Or perhaps I’ll bond you to a life of servitude, whatever amuses me more at the moment.”

You know he’s more than serious. You had to do anything, talk, and keep on conversing until he got bored. Reason with all your might. 

You attempt to continue as you swallow hard. “B-But… Yuji will switch back.” He had to switch back, right? Won’t he? Or does the hole in his heart not prove to you enough that he won’t be able to? 

“Unless the punk wants to die, then he’ll have to be my guest. But he seems to be struggling at the moment, so, I’m going to take my sweet time with you.”

He gets close, his finger twirling around your hair. 

You bawl your fist into the sheets. You have to escape. You have to. Your legs quietly press beneath you, as if readying for a sprint.

“If you so as flinch I’ll make quick work of your death.” 

Suddenly you’re rigid as can be, terrified that the quaking in your heart and the stammering in your hands would get you killed. All you’re doing is heaving, barely able to meet his gaze. 

“Now bow.” He commands and you quickly rush to cradle your head between your hands that lay flat against the bed. He enjoys the scene, delighting in the fear. 

A second passes, and you’re flipped on your back with a strength you’ve never felt before. It was enough to bruise you just from the sheer weight. He lifts his clawed finger and suddenly your clothes are ripped, and before you can think to cover yourself with a blanket or anything he’s over you, staring into your desperate eyes. 

He was truly a pure evil that no one could think to reach. 

Tears are forming. You’re terrified. “Please don’t,” you mutter weakly.

He cackles loud enough for you to flinch. He won’t kill you yet.

The glimmer of his teeth when he grins wide makes you gasp. He’s snickering to the point it becomes manic laughter, and it makes you sick to your stomach. It sounded nothing like Yuji. His laughs are always a lot lighter and sweet. 

Sukuna sighs longingly to himself, trailing his fingers down your body as you cry.  “It’s been a thousand years, and I will never stop delighting in these sweet whimpers.” His palm meets your cunt. He presses against your clit hard and you squeal out from the pain. He doesn’t care for your enjoyment. All he wants to do is force himself down your tight hole and release every bit of cum he's had stored up for years. 

“To believe the fool hadn’t claimed you, what a shame.. for him. A treasure to me.” He’s chuckling as he kneads your clit more. It’s impatient and mean, but it gets you wet enough. His middle finger promptly shoves inside you, and you whine at the pain, curling your toes into the bed. Blood drips from the wound, lubricating his finger to pulse into you more. Sukuna grins at the liquid, and he’s purposely speeding up his pace. 

Tears swell in your eyes. You always wanted to save yourself for Yuji. Save yourself for the perfect moment.. and Sukuna just took everything away from you. 

“A thousand years and I get a virgin, ah I just delight in it, this is going to be fun.” His eyes are glimmering wide, brimming with joy as he adds another finger. You hiss at the sudden discomfort. His other hand moves to your neck, but it pauses, just hovering above it. You gulp tightly, scared for what was to come. 

“On second thought,” he pulls away and uses his free hand instead to circle your clit harshly. You’re tensed up, quivering with the pain of him spearing you mercilessly while gasping at the pleasure of your clit.

"I wouldn’t typically allow you the pleasure to breathe, but since you’ve never felt this, your cries will satisfy me more," Sukuna grins. If it wasn’t for the need to stretch you out, he wouldn’t be doing this at all. But he enjoys the way your cunt attempts to swallow his fingers whole as if attempting to expel him. He forces another in and you gasp at the sudden intrusion. You’re hands are clutched around your sides desperately as you moan and cry.

His fingers are fucking you furiously, eventually attaining a pleasant amount of wetness from your cunt. The obscene sounds feel as if they’re blaring in the room. You’re still tense as could be, but once he finally takes them out, you slump in response, heaving in relief. 

Sukuna chuckles evilly at the slick surrounding his fingers. As if it wasn’t a moment ago that he had just broken you and stretched you wide. 

“Ah, virgins. So easily excitable.” He breathes in delight to himself. You’re quivering, attempting to remain stiff, but every time his hand grazes your skin you flinch. You forcefully drape your arm over your sight while streams roll down your cheeks. Whenever you would glimpse at him all you wanted to do was cry and run. 

There’s no remorse in him, no guilt, nothing but happiness as he lives his fantasy. 

You feel his tip suddenly poke at your entrance, and you don’t even feel how clenched up you are. Your teeth are dragging against one another in anticipation, and he attempts to push in. You can’t help but peek fearfully, and you tighten at the sight. Sukuna gazes at you, annoyed. You shiver. Did you move? Did you do something wrong?

Quickly you’re spun around, your chest landing on the bed and your face bouncing off the pillow. Your view is met with the headboard. You can’t see anymore, and you panic. Your head moves up and you attempt to turn your body to fixate on him. He forces you back down instantly with a grip on your scalp. It tightens and you're shoved into your pillow hard.

When you attempt to move, the strength increases. His sharp fingernails are grazing your skin, almost drawing blood. You can’t breathe. You try to take an inhale and you’re stopped by the force of the pillow stuffing and blocking your airway. 

Without warning your pussy is spread wide by his cock and you scream incoherently. He instantaneously groans loudly at the warmth that meets him. His gaze turns to the ceiling, and his eyes are practically rolled to the back of his head as he relishes the feeling. He’s been waiting centuries for this exact moment. This scene has been revolving in his mind since day one. The idea of forcing a helpless virgin on their knees and taking them completely.

“Ah, I thought I’d never feel this again.” He exhales a deep breath of satisfaction, “It’s wonderful."

Your tight cunt swarms around his cock, sucking him in helplessly, and he groans, a newfound lust within. You're struggling to swallow his size, quivering as you feel your pussy forcefully stretch. You cry into the pillow, convulsing beneath him. He’s usually a patient man, but not this time. 

He moves, gripping your head tight and pulling you down while he begins to pound you murderously. The brutality of his thrusts while you gasp for air has you thrashing around, adamant to get him off of you. He has no care. He'd make sure he would let out all of his frustrations from being in your punk-ass boyfriend’s body for so long. 

“Do I need to remind you of what I’ve said? That would be rather impolite don’t you think?” Sukuna breathes heavily, annoyed by your muffled screams. He rams his cock to the very end of you and back. He's huge, and it burns endlessly when he thrusts. You’re shouting against the fabric, desperately attempting to shake off the force and lift yourself for just one inhale. He was going to kill you and defile your body. This is how you’re going to die, in the worst possible way. 

He’s using you like a mere plaything. Eventually, the pressure rushing to your head starts to make your vision go dark. You limp against him as he fucks you senseless. Sukuna starts cackling, and he pulls your weak head up, watching you come to life with a heavy inhale. Tears are pouring down your cheeks, drool falling from your lips as you greedily heave. He's still bucking his hips sharply into you, slapping your ass hard.

Sukuna would've sneered, but there was a large amount of impatience beginning to surge. “Now, if I need to remind you again, then the next you won’t be breathing. Not that it matters to me. But you wouldn’t like that, would you?" His tone is dark, and you shake your head a complacent no. Anything to not go through that again. 

“Good."

He slaps your ass with a rush of strength, making you jitter against him. He pulses into you, enjoying the way your pussy is now melting into a wet slop. 

“It appears you enjoy this just as much as I.” You’re sputtering with your breaths, unable to even hear him chuckling as he slams into you. Your hair is suddenly pulled back. Sukuna is grabbing a fistful and the ache in your neck has you groaning uncomfortably. 

You’re moaning nonsensically and his pace is merciless.  “How cute, maybe I will keep you alive.” 

His tug is impossible to push back at, and you yelp when he pulls you even further. He’s still slapping your ass repeatedly and you’re squeezing tight around him at every hit. His force is painful, and he finds it amusing. He only thrusts himself to the brink of his own orgasm while yanking you like a rag doll and stretching you wide. 

You’re whining desperately as he speeds up, and a jolt of electricity rises. It pulses into a quivering release while you slur incoherently, subconsciously circling your hips into him.

Sukuna breathes hard against you, merciless excitement running through his veins as he pulls you back hard and fucks your exhausted core, all while you still ride out your climax. He finally hits deep inside of you, reaching the furthest his cock can and even more. There's a sudden warmth in your walls as a heavy thick stream of cum pours inside of you.

“How I miss this.” Sukuna exhales loudly, nearly moaning at the sweet release. His clutch on your skin is still tight, causing you to jolt beneath him. 

And It was only a few moments that had passed before he left your sore cunt, only to push himself back in and slam into you. You’re a slop, whining desperate slurs into your pillow as he fucks you senseless.

You don't know how much time passed, but it never stopped. You found yourself eventually heaving and imagining a place where this wasn’t happening. Where Yuji was alive and he was the one taking you instead. 

Sukuna had whirled you around, pushing himself deep into you, his tongue dragging against your neck. Your legs are barely gripping his as he pounds you beneath him. His grasp was tight on the sheets beside you, and you were just relieved it wasn’t on your skin anymore.

Suddenly a rush builds and you’re whining loudly, your thighs feeling a new strength as you clasp around him. Your hands don’t dare to grab him, but as you lose yourself in your orgasm you can’t help the way you claw at his back. Sukuna pulses into you and lets out another stream of cum. The eventual number you didn’t know. Tears were rolling down your face, you're tired, you just want it to stop.

“No more.. please,” you whisper desperately. 

Sukuna snickers into your neck, breathing not nearly as hard as you were. He pulls himself from your throbbing hole and you still manage to whine at the loss. Relief follows swiftly, and the cum that clogs itself inside of you drips slowly.

“Did you think a mere few climaxes would be enough for me? You truly don’t understand.” His tone gets low as he grins. “I am going to keep playing with you until I get bored.” You pant exhaustedly, barely able to register his words. You just want to go to sleep.

As quick as that relief had come, it diminished the moment he buried himself in your cunt again. You whimper and let out a choked breath, eyes practically rolling to the back of your head. His deep breath brushes your skin, his groan rumbling something deep within you. 

“And yet you have joined them all so wonderfully. It’s been so long since I had a woman keep up with me,” he beams wide with that evil sparkling in his red eyes.

“I’ve decided I’ll let you live. I’ll keep you by my side whenever I feel the need to use you.” At his words, sobs begin to overtake you. He grips your arms tight, pushing into you repeatedly and cackling maniacally.

You would never be free from that grating sound ever again. 

[ynscrazylife]

Hi Jess! I have a request similar to the paternal BAU fics you’ve done about if they were your parents, but can I please request a ‘Spencer as your big brother’ type list - idk what the sitch would be that he would end up being your guardian for but it probably made him extra protective and brotherly and yeah I would love that a lot thanks Jess!!!

spencer being your big brother (spencer reid x little sibling!reader)

i couldn’t really think of how to fit in spencer being your guardian so i’m sorry it’s not in here!

In the BAU’s eyes, Spencer is a total nerd. He’s a kid. The youngest of the group. To you, however, he’s your hero. You adore him and you look up to him for guidance on just about everything. Yes, sometimes his never-ending spewing of facts can be a bit annoying, but mostly you appreciate his wisdom and how much he seems to know about everything. It’s useful whenever you have a problem or some issue and you don’t know what to do.

The team is still shocked when one day, you waltz right into their headquarters and go right up to your big brother. Usually the most attentive one, Spencer drops everything in the moment to make sure you’re alright.

“Who is this kid??” — Derek, probably.

Spencer proudly introduces you as his little sibling, the light of his life, as well as the most important person in his life.

JJ and Garcia absolutely adore you. The rest are soon to follow, with Hotch and Derek in particular also taking a liking to you (especially Derek since Spencer’s already like his younger brother).

Even though he enjoys having you hang out with the team, Spencer otherwise prefers to keep you away from his work. He doesn’t often divulge the details of anything really that he does.

Of course, the BAU gets you to tell them stories about Spencer and show you old photos, which you’re more than happy to do.

Spencer is not happy when he finds out and that’s when the BAU sees his stern side. He very much adopts a stern parent persona, his hands on his hips, a disappointing frown, the whole thing. He has an authoritative voice that the BAU’s never heard before that immediately gets you into line.

“Why have you never talked like that on missions?” — Hotch

Even when he does have to get firm, he never stays angry with you. It’s impossible for him. He never wants to upset you, either.

If you ever have an issue, Spencer’s the one to go to. He’s a great listener and he will ask if you’re looking to rant or if you’re looking for advice/a solution.

He will protect you from anything and everything. When it comes to you, he forgets all about his fears.

Even if he is away for work, he makes sure you know that you can always call him. He will always pick up your phone call, no matter the time or day. He hates when he’s stuck in meetings or is away from his phone, because he always wants to be around in case you need him.

If you ever decide to be in a relationship with someone, Spencer’s your number #1 supporter. He will, however, go to Derek to ask for advice on how to be intimidating. He will scare your partner and make sure that they know you’re not to be messed with or left heartbroken.

And if you end up heartbroken, Spencer’s there with boxes of chocolate and his shoulder to cry on (if you don’t stop crying, he’ll call Garcia or Penelope in a panic).

Spencer’s a great tutor!! If you ever need any help in that area, he is patient and thorough. It’s very important to him that you understand the process and he is very in tune to however you learn best. There are no dumb questions.

You’ll often receive random texts from Spencer if he ever needs to rant about something that he’s interested in.

You are the first person he goes to whenever he wants to announce something! He wants you to hear any good news he has first.

Spencer may be your big brother, but he’s also your best friend. He’ll listen to any gossip you wanna share, he’ll go on Target runs with you, he’s up for pretty much anything.

But that means that you also have to be willing to go to the bookstore with him. That man can spend hours going through the shelves.

He’s a very fun and kind brother. He takes his role very seriously.

[vodika-vibes]

Hiding An Injury - Pt. 1 - Thorn

Summary: After a speeder accident lands you with a broken leg that you need surgery to repair, you decide that the smartest thing to do is hide it from Thorn. He’s away on a mission anyway, and surely, by the time he returns, you’d be healed. You really, really should have known better.

Pairing: Commander Thorn x GN!Reader

Word Count: 1184

Warnings: Reader got hit by a drunk driver and needed surgery, and it just not having a good time.

A/N: So I had this idea for a while, I'm planning a mini-series with several different clones and their cyare hiding injuries/illnesses from them. Also, I think I managed to keep this gender neutral, but I'm not for sure.

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You’re not healing well.

Or, to be more specific, you’re healing a lot slower than you and your doctors would prefer. And it’s threatening to become a problem.

Not medically speaking. Your doctor is adamant that your slow healing won’t be a problem in the long run, though it does mean that you’ll probably need Physical Therapy to help strengthen your leg after it’s been immobilized for so long.

No.

The problem is that you didn’t tell Thorn that you got hurt.

You didn’t mention the speeder accident, the long list of injuries, or surgery.

You’ve even managed to keep your injuries a secret from his brothers in the guard. In truth, you’re still not sure how you managed to do that, outside of the fact that the only people who know about your relationship with Thorn are Fox and Stone.

Your reasoning was sound, at the time. He was away on a mission, and the last thing you wanted to do was distract him and cause him to get hurt.

The plan was just that you wouldn’t mention it. The rods would be gone. And Thorn would never find out.

Ever.

Only, he’s coming back. Tonight. And you’re still in a cast.

He’s going to be so…not mad. Never mad. But disappointed. And hurt.

You glare at the rods sewn into your leg. It, really, is the cause of all of your problems right now. But even removing the rods right this moment wouldn’t help…because you still need them to heal properly.

Maybe he won’t notice?

Your gaze lingers on the rods for a moment, and you sigh. There’s no way that he won’t notice. He’s not that oblivious. Not when it comes to you.

So, it sounds like you’re just going to have to accept that your lie of omission isn’t going to stay a secret.

It’s fine.

Probably.

Several hours later, while you’re curled up on the couch with a bowl of ice cream, you hear the sound of the door code being entered, and the sound of the door sliding open with a quiet squeal.

“Cyare?” Thorn calls from the front hall, “I’m home!”

You shift, uncomfortable, and then you release a silent sigh. “Welcome back!” You call as you slowly set your bowl on the side table and carefully use your crutches to get to your feet.

The stupid things are so unwieldy and even now you struggle with them. As soon as you don’t need them anymore, you’re going to burn them. Who cares if they’re metal and won’t burn? You’ll find a way.

You hobble into the front hallway, and a tiny smile crosses your face when you see Thorn standing there. His back is turned to you, as he removes his armor and sets it on the stand by the front door, but he looks fine.

There’s no obvious injuries that you can see.

And it’s like a massive weight lifts from your shoulders. It might not have been an easy deployment, but your Thorn came back to you in one piece. That’s enough for you.

“Welcome back,” You repeat, a smile in your voice as you watch him stretch as he removes the last bit of armor. 

“Sorry, I’m so late, cyare. I had to report to Fox.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad you’re home.” Your smile widens, “There’s leftover curry in the fridge, I ate a bit ago.”

“You made curry?”

“I ordered curry. When it looked like you weren’t going to be home for dinner I took the easy way out.”

He laughs, “You’re so lazy, bab—” Thorn finally turns his head to look at you, and he stops talking midsentence as he takes in the rods in and on your leg, and the crutches holding you up.

You watch as his gaze immediately sharpens, and he straightens to stare at you. His gaze is searching, likely looking for any additional injuries, but when he speaks, his voice is light.

“Those are new accessories.” There’s no accusation in his voice, just worry.

You shift your weight slightly, “Yeah, well…it’s a funny story—” It’s not, not really.

“I’d love to hear it.”

“...I was hit by a drunk driver.”

He’s quiet for a moment, “Based on the lack of injuries you have, I’m guessing it was a while ago?”

You make a face, “About five weeks.”

“And you’re still on crutches?”

“There was an issue with the metal in my leg,” You admit, “I had an allergic reaction to the nickel and it…well…basically, I had to restart the healing process in my leg about two weeks ago.”

Thorn is quiet again, for even longer this time, but then his hands settle, gently, on your cheeks. “Are you okay, cyare?”

“Yeah. I hate the crutches, but I’m okay.”

“Getting hit by a drunk driver sounds painful—”

“...oh. Yeah. That.” You pause, “In truth, I don’t remember that part. I don’t remember most of that week.”

Thorn looks pained, “Baby.”

“But, look. I’m okay. My concussion healed, and my bruises healed, and all that’s left is my broken leg.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I…what if I distracted you? What if you got hurt because you were too busy being worried about me?”

“Do you have that little faith in my abilities?”

“No, of course not.” You counter immediately, “Just…the idea of you getting hurt because I distracted you at the wrong time makes me feel sick.”

He sighs and smooths his hand over your head, “Why didn’t Fox tell me?”

“Oh, he doesn’t know. I’m not entirely sure how he doesn’t know, but he doesn’t.”

A strange look crosses his face, “You’ve been dealing with this alone?”

“Mother was here for the first two weeks. She rearranged the kitchen. I haven’t had the energy to deal with it yet.”

Thorn sighs again, and you feel a surge of guilt at how tired he sounds. Then he leans in and presses his forehead against yours, “Next time, cyare, just tell me. Please?”

“Ideally, there won’t be a next time.”

“I know, but if it does happen again, I want to be the first person to know. Or one of the first people to know.” He presses a light kiss to your lips, “Also, I’m telling all of the guard about us when I go to work in two days.”

“...why?”

“That way you’ll have a support system that isn’t your mother if this happens again.” Thorn kisses you again, “Now, how about we go back into the living room, and I warm up dinner for myself, and you tell me what you’ve been doing these last couple of weeks.”

“You’re not mad at me?”

“How could I possibly be mad at the love of my life?” Thorn kisses you quickly, “I am mad at the drunk driver, though.” He presses feather-light kisses all over your face, and you start to giggle, pulling a fond smile to his face. “Love you, cyare.”

You beam at him, “Love you too.” You carefully lean against him and reach up to press your hand against his cheek, “Welcome home, Thorn.”

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[theyungihven]

Truth Or Dare ⁉️ ⁕ Hongjoong

HALLOWEEN EVENT

☆ pairing: hongjoong as Dracula x Human? Reader

☆ genre: mystery, fantasy, horror,

☆ warnings: mentions of blood, sacrifice, vampires and ghosts

☆ word count: 2.1k+

☆ synopsis : You and your friends dare to spend a night at the infamous Dracula's Castle but things go astray as one by one everyone goes missing and you come across the man rumoured to be Dracula.

“You gotta do this!” You hear your friends yell or more like discuss something in the secret hideout. 

The hideout is an abandoned laboratory where you sometimes work on illegal stuff. The discussions take place every day here where everyone in your friend group (it's just 2 people) gather to share about the current news (conspiracy theories) and rumours they heard around the town while you are busy building your prototype.

“Bro, I don't wanna die too early. First, fucking global warming, now this shit? Nah I'm out!” Claire shouts as she bangs the old lunch table discarded in the room. Well that's Claire, one of you two friends, being herself. You smile at her humour which strangely manages to entertain you.

“But they offered a reward of 250 grand, if we spend a night there and return alive.” You listen keenly to Kevin who explains the plan before you to decide to jump into their conversation. He's obviously got a strategy if he's pitching the idea, doesn't he? He has to!

“Alive? The fuck is going on there?” Claire yells  in terror as it laces her body manifesting itself in her tone which shivers and shrieks.

“Rumour says, it's Dracula, who was sleeping till last month in the villa.” Kevin whispers loudly as if he intended you to hear on their spill the tea session.

“Which shithead woke him up, for fuckssake?” Claire huffs and pushes back her chair. You hear the screeching of the rusty metal and make a note to check their safety because you don't want anyone to break their bones from falling off that thing.

“Someone from med school. They're missing apparently.” Kevin slurs his sentence as if he's making things up or masking up the important details. Cheeky little Bastard who's always up to something. Probably some anatomy geek must have gotten all curious to see Dracula in the flesh and fainted in there or lost his way.

“And now, we're going there to feed him?" Claire shrieks, whose voice sounds like a scared five year old upon seeing a clown which she is to be honest.

“No, obviously! To show whoever is hiding in there, that they cannot hide for long.” Kevin's sentence catches your attention and you think whether to join them or wait and hear more. Of course, you choose the latter.

“So... we're going to expose them?”Claire asks excitedly as if in hopes of going on a ghost hunting mission. They are her time passing activities and the ghost files is her favourite show. “What if it's a cannibal or serial killer?”

“Can you speak positively for once, Claire?” Kevin shrugs, shaking his head in disappointment.

“Sorry.” Claire says softly and the conversation stills, creating an awkward silence in the room. 

You finally decide to interrupt as you pull your chair to their table and make yourself comfortable on it. “So, what's the plan?” You say, chewing the strawberry flavoured gum and reading the expressions on their faces.

“See who finally decided to pay attention?” Kevin mocks you and you roll your eyes at his statement. 

“Does the area have connectivity? Comms? Anything?” You ask him, because he certainly has some information on this if he's even mentioning the topic but he has a tendency to hide things till after the disaster is done.

“Nope everything's dead. There's a strong magnetic field apparently…” He trails on his words, again and clicks his tongue.

“What in the Stranger Things?” Claire wonders with her mouth hanging open. 

“Shut up Claire! You’re watching too much science fiction.” Kevin yells at her, sending a stern glare at Claire who turns her head down with a frown on her lips.

“We gotta do it the pirate way.” you suggest calmly, leaning back on the chair and folding your arms.

“Pirates?” Claire asks, raising her eyebrow and leaning forward with enthusiasm.

“I forgot you had pirate blood for a minute.” adds Kevin and Claire acknowledges the fact with ahh. 

“So, if we don't have comms, drones and walkies aren't gonna work. We gotta get flares and some type of marker to make a path for entry and exits.” You say looking at the table and your friends exchange looks.

“A blueprint of the place!” Claire exclaims as if she has figured out the answers to one of the world's unsolvable riddles.

“It's not your fucking aunts house!” Kevin says loudly, giving Claire the ‘I'll murder you’ eyes.

“Yeah he's right. But the villa is not that big to get lost.” You mumble, moving forward and setting your arms on the table. 

“How do you know that?” Kevin gives you the sceptical look as if you're a notorious criminal with disgusting crimes.

“It was once our family property, that was a long time tho. Some feud happened and we lost it.” You confess and their faces have the funniest expression you've ever seen. Confused, surprised and wtf?

“You have a map?” Kevin yells in your ear and you retort meters away, squeezing your eyes close  due to the pain.

“Kinda, it's a tracing, rather than a map.” you say, rubbing your ear and a flicker of hope lights up on Kevin's face. 

“Atleast, we have something.” Claire mumbles as she shares a smile.

“Be at my house at 7, we'll discuss stuff there. That's it for now.”

***

“Listen, the Manor has two exits.” You explain, spreading out the old one dimensional tracing of the Manor and its illustrations.

“Didn't you say it was a villa?” Claire says, setting her hands on her waist as she stares at the floor plan.

“Can we kick her out?” Kevin suggests and the idea doesn't sound bad considering her level headed ass. 

“It's dangerously close to Yes, but what if I get bored? We'll need her.” You trail, spreading out the second floor plan of the Manor.

“Fair. So, Claire, just shut your mouth and listen. No speaking over someone.” Kevin says and shushes Claire who pouts, giving him the puppy eyes.

“Okay so the first exit is at the front, obviously for the people and the second is at the back for the goods.” You say with your finger tracing the main gate of the Manor and then the back gate. 

“Ohhhhhh!” Claire coos, and Kevin giggles at her reaction while he gets ready to smack her on head.

“Yeah. Shut your mouth before a fly lands in there. Anyways, moving on!” You say, thinking about your next sentence and Claire slaps her hand to her mouth. 

“Are we dividing up and going from two exits?” Kevin asks, and you look up at him, eyes diverting themselves from the map and landing on his face.

“Yes, you read my mind. You two will go from the front door to distract whatever is in there and I'll go with someone else from the back.”

“Is this someone else, late to the meeting?”

“Hey there!” A voice says and it is followed by the garage door smashing open with a thud, “Sorry I had soccer practice.” Yunho, your arch nemesis on friendly terms, says and shares an awkward smile.

“This is my neighbour, yunho.” You introduce him and drag him by his arm to make his tall ass body stand next to yours.

“Hello, very nice to meet you.” He waves at your friends with a bright smile and Claire gives him heart eyes at which you cringe. 

“You both are polar opposites!” Kevin comments and you feel heating rising on your cheeks.

“We get that a lot!” You and Yunho say at the same time only to meet each other's eyes the next second and shy away. 

“What did I miss?” Yunho says after clearing his throat as he glances in your direction. His golden blond hair falls over eyes and you observe the way his gaze flickers from your face and back to map.

“Whatever I said to you, last night.” You say, finding something to stare at besides his brooding figure.

“Okay then, I'm saved I guess!” Yunho says as he nervously chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck.

“The next phase of the plan is when I signal you, we move to the first floor. The highest is the second floor which has a library in the attic.” You say and it excites something in Yunho judging by the creepy smirk on his lips.

“Attics scare me!” Claire says, her voice shrieking with fear of the darkness.

“What doesn't scare you Claire?” Kevin says in a monotone as he turns his head in her direction.

“Him!” Claire points in Yunho's direction at which you can't help but sigh.

“Flirt somewhere else, lovebirds. We got shit to do.” You roll your eyes then go back to thinking about what to say next.

“How are you going to communicate?” Yunho asks, giving you his starry puppy eyes and you can't help but gulp nervously. What is he even trying to do?

“Well, I have a perfect device for that.” You say, distracting yourself from the tall and beautiful blonde beside you with a bright ass smile.

“Where?” Claire asks as if she's looking for something and fails to find it.

“Our friendship bracelets. They work with a higher bandwidth of 7GHz.” You say, pointing at the bracelet on Claire's wrist.

“7g WiFi?” Claire exclaims and you hear an audible sigh from Kevin, at which Yunho giggles and earns a glare.

“Yeah kinda like that.....i guess.” you mumble under your breath.

“Yunho doesn't have one, though?” Someone asks while your mind pulls you in a trance and you start to zone out.

“He does.” You say, almost mumbles as you start to slip into the fever dream.

“He DOES?”  They yell. 

AT THE MANOR

“You know what to do. On the signal, disperse. It's two taps, distinct and repeating 3 times. If anything goes down, the distress signal is continuous tapping. Light the flare ONLY if its a fucking emergency, and if we need to abort the mission.” You yell as low as possible while they listen to you attentively. 

“Yes sir!” Everyone shouts, tightening the strap of their backpack of supplies.

“Remember to mark your way up to the second floor. People get lost there.” You say and everyone exchanges confused looks. “It's a spell.” You remind them and they nod their heads. “Now, go. Meet you at the library!”

According to the plan, you and Yunho go through the back gate while Claire and Kevin from the front gate. The sound of the rusted iron screeching when Kevin pushes the gate echoes around the Manor and you curse under your breath. 

The way up to the first floor had been easy, then after the signal from the other team gave clearance, you decided to head to the second floor alone bidding Yunho a goodbye. It had been strange for a while, walking down the eerie, empty hallway with the feeling of something watching you the whole time. 

You stand in the middle of the never ending hallway, a ghostly whisper greets your ear and sends shivers down your spine. 

What in the fucking hell?? 

There's a ghostly touch on your arm, ice cold as it traces its finger down your warm skin. When you turn to face the monster, there's no one behind you. Then you feel it, a looming shadow over your shoulder but when you turn again, it's gone. 

So, you walk on because standing still is more dangerous. You choose to run when you see a pale face in the middle of the corridor grinning wildly at you which sends terror down your body. Your heart beats at an amazing speed as your breath shortens, adrenaline running through your body which initiates the flight mechanism because there is no way you're dealing with that demonic thing in this haunted mansion. 

“I've been searching for you for so long.” A voice echoes in the hallway or is it your brain playing tricks on you. Luckily you find the stairway leading to the second floor and run towards it but things take a turn when you realise, it is a trap. 

“I thought you were a smart girl.” The sinister voice echoes in your mind again as you walk away from the door that shut itself only to bump into something hard. Turning around you come to see the very pale face you had seen in the hallway but very clearly now. 

The man stands in front of you in his full glory, the navy uniform and wounds from the battle still decorating his lifeless body. “You traitor!” You feel a sharp pain in your chest and you look down to see a dagger pressed to your heart. “You'll repay the blood we shed that night, you vampire.” Everything goes black when he twists the knife and the last thing you see is a scared yunho trying to save you.

[acre-of-wheat]

I know in this house we’re all about supporting Kit’s wrongs, but I do want to take some time to analyze another dear sword lesbian’s wrongs.

Our dearest Jade Claymore.

You’re telling me this face has done wrongs?

Sadly. Yes.

The High Aldwin

Elora disappears into the woods and Kit wants to set off to continue the mission. Jade has other feelings, and drops this statement about what they owe Elora. It’s an interesting moment, because only an episode ago it was, “where the princess goes, I go,” but Kit rides off alone.

I think Jade knows Kit well enough that she fully expected to catch up to her. To save face, Kit couldn’t turn around and go back, but she could certainly take her sweet time walking down the road.

Later on they discuss Elora’s inability to demonstrate magic, and Kit once again wants to keep moving forward to continuing the mission, and Jade has this to say.

This is just a straight up lie, girl! Sorsha’s last instruction to her is to stay with Kit, to guide her, to pull her back from the edge.

I think this is an intentional tactic from Jade though. Jade has very subtle ways that she manages to manipulate or instruct Kit. Because of their difference in station, their history together, and Kit’s stubbornness, direct conflict doesn’t really work. Jade’s weapon for influencing Kit is showing her disappointment in the princess or, in some cases, outright lying.

I think there is an important call back to this, in Children of the Wyrm, where Jade goes over the edge of the world not to save Airk, or for Elora or Sorsha, but just for Kit. Because for once love is more important than duty.

The Battle of the Slaughtered Lamb

The reveal that this relationship was orchestrated by Sorsha is a huge blow, but the last line here is the real betrayal. If Jade didn’t ever believe that Kit would be in a life or death situation, then all of Kit’s dreams, all of her plans and fantasies, were just that to Jade-- so much make believe.

I think we give Kit a lot of shit for her mistakes, but she does always apologize. It’s worth noting that there is no apology from Jade here.

Whispers of Nockmaar

Hmm, I can think of someone who could have used your backup about this about an hour ago...

The Wildwood

By far my favorite Jade wrong.

Kit is actually trying to negotiate a release-- and it probably would have worked too!-- and the typically so in control knight with her anger on a tight leash just can’t keep it together enough for it to work.

Love this for her. Get everyone killed, babe.

Prisoners of Skellin

This is not technically a wrong! But it is a type of betrayal for Kit that I think is worth discussing, because these two absolutely won’t.

The devastation.

What is most interesting about this is even though Jade is the one to bodily remove Kit from the tomb, Kit’s rage focuses solely on Elora. It’s Elora she blames for not reuniting with her father, it’s Elora she vents her frustration on.

I don’t think Kit is even capable of remaining angry at Jade, because for Kit, Jade is all she has, and she can’t risk chasing her away. When Jade tells her that she’s leaving for Galladoorn, Kit pitches a fit, but then comes to her with a kiss and a smile in the night. When Kit learns that Jade lied about her training, Kit avoids her for awhile, but all she says is, “I’m just glad you told me.”

So when Jade wraps her arms around her and drags her away from the father she’s been missing her whole life? That rage has to go somewhere else.

The Gales

We’re going all the way back to the beginning with the last one, because it is the only one I can’t defend Jade on. It’s not her accepting a place with the Shining Legion, or even picking the absolute worst time to tell her best friend that she’s leaving, it’s this.

For what, Jade? There is literally no more time left for Kit. Jade is consumed by her dedication to duty, to such an extent that she believes that extremely queer Kit should marry a man she doesn’t know, to have heirs she doesn’t want.

What are our responsibilities to those we lead? To our parents? To our loved ones? To ourselves?

Must we all give up something for what we believe in, or is love the most powerful force in the universe? What mantel from our parents is worth picking up, and which is worth running away from?

The show hasn’t answered all these questions yet, but I hope it has time to explore them, and I know that Jade will be an important part of that exploration.

[deleteddewewted]

Warhammer Secret Level Spoilers/Summary:

Below is the summary and spoilers. Titus lovers you’re in for a field day. He has a stumble now and his hair is longer. He also has a fresh up on his undercut. He’s as handsome as ever thought a little more confident since he’s with his mentor Metaurus. More detail below👇

Ok, so the main character is Metaurus, an old space marine who oversaw the aspirants. Only one Aspirant survived and it was a boy named Titus.

Titus tells Metaurus to "Move away old man." He's angry, bitter, and sad. Titus is shaking with rage and he's showered in blood. We skip to Metaurus getting his new mission assigned. The mission states it's has an absolute mortality rate since it's dealing with a powerful daemon and its cult. Titus name flashes on the screen and Metaurus feels shame. He accepts the mission as he knows Titus will too. He looks disappointed in himself, in Titus. They meet up in the lift and there's a whole crowd of astartes watching them leave. Titus is carrying a box with him.

They get out in the drop pod and they are landed on a Smokey planet. They deal with cultist and as they think they've made headway, a tank appears.

Metaurus does his best to shield everyone from its bullets. Titus drops the box and heads head first towards the tank. He crushes a car in the process and jumps over the tank to land on top of it and kill the cultist shooting at them. He then drops a grenade into the tank and hopes off of it like it was nothing.

Metaurus grabs the box and hands it back to Titus.

He looks at him for a moment before looking away.

Titus looks back and furrows his brow at the man.

They continue one, Metaurus has a hallucination of a boy Titus and he stops. Everyone else stops too to see what's happening but they see nothing. They enter the cave, the box contains an Imperial Psyker. A Sorcerer spawns and it kills the psyker and two of the other astartes. Metaurus gets in front of Titus before the Sorcerer stops time. He was hoping to save Titus from its attack.

The Sorcerer stabs Metaurus in the stomach. It then tries to kill Titus but Titus fights back and he kills it.

The mission is a success but the space marine on the flagship tells them "die well brothers." Almost as if he expected them to complete the mission but die right away.

Metaurus accepts his fate and removes his helmet so he can die seeing that he had completed his task.

Titus removes his helmet too but it's to see Metaurus. Metaurus closes his eyes awaiting death but Titus drags him out of the cave instead.

Metaurus wakes up outside of the cave drenched in rain. Titus kneels down to check on him. Metaurus tells Titus that they need to leave and Titus tells him no. Titus stands up, puts on his helmet and faces off with the cultists. Metaurus thinks to himself, "what can a soul like that do?" As he invisions young Titus running out to continue fighting even though everything else has died.

All of this to say: Titus is probably dead.

I love Metaurus guilt in this episode. Something so human that he should have left behind a long time ago and yet here he was feeling it. He saw Titus name, he remembers Titus well. He relates to himself “I chose a child.” Almost like he regrets what he has done. When the sorcerer possess him, his guilt is the fact he chose Titus who was a vulnerable, angry, sad, and lonely boy who knew no fear. Even the Sorcerer mocks him for this fact. Metaurus then excepts Titus to kill him, to punish him for what he has made him into. And yet, Titus when confronted with the Sorcerer, he has no regrets. We see him as a child pulling his chain sword and turns around to kill the Sorcerer because he’s angry. He holds no regrets, and if he does the most eh regrets is being a weak vulnerable child that couldn’t have done more. Yet, this child version of Titus is what sets him free form the trap and helps him kill the sorcerer.

The reason I’m saying it’s guilt that we are seeing so because the phrase “I chose a child.” Is repeated throughout the episode and we see how Metaurus favors Titus by standing in front of him, scolding him, thinking of him. We see how the other Astartes rips himself orb dm his own suit in his hallucination, almost like he regretted the thing he has become and the future he has full filled, that he is nothing but a shell of who he could have been and instead a bodiless machine made to kill.

[bigassmoonchild]

ima need that fucker to survive or i might go feral myself XD

as a request how does the reader react to the boys getting bullied by eachother { we all know that soap and ghost brutally roast eachother}

or

reader being ghosts S/O and bulling soap {lovingly} because ghost is ill for the day and soap gets no peace from a light roasting if si cant bully his gremlin of a girl will

(quick a/n, i almost did have simon die oopsies 🫣)

(p.s; they might mildly be ooc but i like how it turned out. please keep requests coming!!)

when you’d first joined the 141, you had been expecting professionalism. not all the little jabs everyone made to each other. ‘johnny, you’re stomping around like an elephant on stilts, figure it out’ had been the first words you’d heard for hours into the stealth mission.

you’d been taking a sip of water, what good timing, when ghost had made that quip. you’d choked on the water and had to have a silent coughing fit, completely appalled at how the lieutenant spoke.

‘i can hear you huffing from down here, ghost, so don’t start talking’ soap had quipped back. you stared, wide eyed at gaz over all the commotion. he shrugged, peeking around a corner and ducking through.

you heard a huff into the mic, probably from ghost still climbing to his vantage point. ‘i’m surprised no one’s heard us coming, with you yapping like puppies,’ price spoke over the coms. it was quiet then, for a few moments.

‘what’s red, rectangular and flying at your face?’ gaz whispered into the coms. you heard price groan. ‘a brick,’

‘that’s my job, sergeant. leave the shitty jokes to me,’ ghost snapped back. gaz looked at you and have a mocking laugh.

‘that’s my job, sergeant,’ gaz mocked through the coms in a squeaky voice. you stared at gaz, wondering where the audacity came from.

ghost huffed. ‘i don’t sound like that, you prick,’ he said. gaz spun and shot down two people advancing on you, where you’d been trying to collect the data from the computers.

something about plans to destroy major landmarks with nuclear weapons or something, you hadn’t been paying attention. and you could almost blame it on soap trying to play footsie with you.

‘ghost is always whining about something, he just uses that deep voice to hide his true self,’ gaz whispered to you. shaking your head, you pulled the drive out of the computer and stashed it in your vest.

leaving the room, you saw a man get shot across the hall. ‘good shot, ghost,’ gaz said and moved along. running through the halls, you listened to little comments and quips through your earpiece.

‘why do cows wear bells?’ ghost asked through the coms. ‘because their horns don’t work,’ you huffed a laugh.

looking and gaz, you have him an eye roll. ‘hadn’t realized i joined a team full of comedians,’ you said through the coms.

‘don’t worry, there’s more where that came from,’ ghost responded and you groaned.

‘this is the big bad ghost? telling shit dad jokes and bullying his teammates,’

‘it’s not bullying if they do it back,’ you choked back a laugh and ducked around the corner, sweeping for more enemies.

as you came outside, you glanced around for more enemies before following behind gaz. ‘if people think ghost is scary then they haven’t met me,’ soap quipped through the coms.

‘that’s like being scared of a goldfish,’ price finally spoke back up. you heaved an almost disappointed sigh.

when you’d gotten to an exfil point with gaz, you looked at soap, ghost and price. from here, you thought they’d be talking professionally, about how the mission had gone. as you drew closer, you realized it wasn’t.

‘hey,’ soap called your name. ‘settle this for us,’ you sighed heavily, staring blankly at him. ‘are there more doors or more wheels in the world?’ jesus fucking christ, you were on a team with children.

you looked around at the three. ‘how are you allowed to carry guns?’

[bylerbigbang]

Damsel (not) in Distress

Fic by @thegirldownunder | Art by Dr. Spoon Draws

Rated Teen | 15k words

Mike’s whole life is a big game of balance and chance. Balancing his college life and his responsibilities as Spider-Man as he makes it his mission to save people from a greater evil that he himself if unsure of. Great power and great responsibility yada yada yada…. But who saves him?

4 times Mike saves Will and 1 time Will does the saving

Warnings: Strangers to lovers, minimal angst, Spider-Man AU, Spider-Man!Mike, Damsel!Will, Guy in the chair!Max, canon typical violence, human experiments, minimal blood and gore

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“Hey, man. Are you alright?” Mike tries to deepen his voice so that it would not be easily placed.

He steps closer and takes a look at the boy and completely falters. His breath is momentarily punched out, stolen from him by this stranger. His brown hair looked a little disheveled but still a beautiful warm brown and caramel strands that fell into his tired looking eyes. His cheeks were puffed in an almost childlike pout. Mike’s heart stutters and so does he when he tries to ask the question again.

The stranger glares, his nose is scrunched just slightly and his green eyes burned into Mike even through the mask. “Why? Do I look alright to you?”

Upon closer inspection, this stranger is not really a stranger to Mike Wheeler. Perhaps to Spider-Man but not Mike Wheeler. Because the Will Byers who sits next to him in his English lit lectures and who is in most of his other classes is the same one sitting on the ground in a heaping mess.

“Oh no! You’re bleeding!” He winced aloud, as if Will hadn’t noticed the blood seeping through the tears in his own flesh.

Will must’ve hit the ground hard enough to have skinned the heel of his palms and his elbows. Mike reaches to help him but Will jerks away before he can touch him. He easily starts picking out the pieces of debris from his bleeding wounds himself without even much of a gasp or wince. And then he brushes off the blood over the thighs of his distressed jeans.

“Are you sure there’s not anything I can do to he-”

“I’m fine, thank you very much. You’ve done enough helping for today, don't you think?” Will huffs under his breath and looks him up and down with a nasty look. I saved your life, Mike wants to yell. “What are you supposed to be anyways?”

“Oh me? I’m the friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!”

He looks him up and down again with a blank and uninterested look. “Right.”

Will ignores him shift on his feet uncomfortably and begins reaching down to pick up pieces of what looked like a school project that probably no longer looked the way it was intended to, what with it scattered about the pavement in a mess.

Mike stoops down awkwardly to help him collect parts of his project, and when he came to the now broken CD player with the disk dislodged and lying sadly on the sidewalk, sweat gathered in the collar area of his suit. “Uhhm-” is all he can manage and for Will to look at him.

A momentary look of disappointment and desperation flashes in his eyes before he sighs to himself and dumps the more broken parts of his project in a nearby trash can.

“Over here!” Comes the booming sound of a police officer. He rounds the corner and runs straight toward Mike.

He panics.

“Here take this-”

“Hey!”

“I am so sorry! I’ll make it up to you! Promise.”

He gets away before more policemen can come after him.

[bimboamyrose]

Unfamiliar - Ch. 15: Invitations

Art: @mmm-asbestos​ ☆ First 2 chapters ☆ Prev. (Ch. 14)  ☆ AO3

It was a quick run to the future site of Magic City at the edge of town; Amy was disappointed she couldn’t convince Sonic to slow down and chat for a bit. They’d zoomed off from her house and zipped up and around the hills and through town in no time. But there was always after the mission- maybe he’d be more receptive to taking a break then, Amy mused. She could sense that he was still on edge for now.

Letting Amy down from his grasp, Sonic looked into the construction site. Enormous foundations had been laid over several acres since the last time he’d visited. But now, instead of a bustling job site he and Amy found themselves in a comparatively calm environment. No heavy machinery in operation or foreman barking commands. Just dusty concrete floors and towering piles of materials- mostly sheet-metal- dotted with a few temporary trailers probably housing small offices and equipment. The pair looked at one another in confusion, unsure what to make of the unexpected silence.

Amy tiptoed over the dusty ground in a vain effort to prevent her shoes from being covered in construction debris. “Are they on a lunch break or something?” she asked as the pair approached a large trailer. 

“Maybe…” Sonic flung himself ahead to the trailer, leaving a dusty cloud in his trail.

He pressed his face to one of its windows. The structure served as a break room for the workers on site, but the tables and chairs inside sat empty. “If they were, they’d be here, but the place is abandoned!” Sonic turned back to a wheezing Amy, who was waving an irate hand through the dust cloud in front of her face. “Oops- sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly.

“It’s fine,” she responded, holding back a sneeze. Now’s not the time to complain, she told herself. Things had to go as smoothly as possible.

The two walked around a while in silence. The dusty sound crunched beneath their steps. It was desolate.

As the silence grew more awkward, Amy rattled her brain for conversation topics. What could she bring up to convince Sonic to stay alone with her after they were finished here? She was about to blurt out the first thing she could think of.

That’s when a low rumbling cut through. Amy raised a brow at Sonic.

“Did you skip breakfast?”

He looked away in embarrassment. “Yeah… heh. Sorry.”

She shook her head smugly. “I’ve told you not to do that.”

“You know I don’t like to eat first thing in the morning,” he groaned. His stomach followed again.

Amy laughed. “So you woke up minutes before picking me up, huh?”

“So I might’ve been up late..” Sonic smiled, mildly embarrassed. “But I found that picture while I was cleaning up, so it was worth it!”

Her laughter slowed to an amused giggle. “Yeah, it’s probably the only picture we all have together when we were kids.”

“We’re busy people,” he shrugged . “Can’t exactly sit down for cake when we’re saving the planet.” His smile only widened at the thought, as if reminiscing about past adventures.

“Well, maybe this year we’ll have a chance. Oh! We should totally recreate that photo! Wouldn’t that be cute?” she beamed.

As little as he enjoyed having his photo taken, Sonic did like the idea. But it wouldn’t stop him from teasing her about it. 

“We could… but I thought you’d want something more exciting for your party this year. You’re gonna be an adult! Can’t be acting childish anymore,” he joked.

“Oh, yeah, gonna be 18. I’m practically middle aged,” she ribbed back. “And you’ll be 21 this summer. What does that make you?”

“Ancient. One foot in the grave.”

They burst out laughing in unison. When their voices echoed back at them in the empty landscape, the pair both covered their mouths, doing their best to hold back their snickers. But watching your friend try not to laugh is one of the funniest things you could see. They both had to stop walking until they caught their breath.

Wiping a hysterical tear from her eye, Amy finally took a deep enough breath to recover. There probably wouldn’t be a better opportunity to ask.

She looked to him confidently. “Hey, let’s go to lunch after this.”

“Sure,” Sonic responded between breaths. “I’m starving. We’ll let Tails know-”

“Oh! Look!” she quickly changed the subject. “Uh… Are those people over there?”

Sonic looked toward the horizon. From there, it seemed like the flattened landscape went on forever. He squinted into the distance.

“Hey, you’re right!”

I am? Amy was just as surprised as he was to finally spot some people a couple hundred yards down the way. 

A pair of stern-looking men lolled around with clipboards, wearing hardhats but otherwise in business attire. They were being led around by a woman in coveralls- the only person for what seemed like miles that looked to be part of any kind of construction team. 

“Hey!” Sonic called out to them excitedly, “are you guys with the construction crew?” 

The strangers all turned back in their direction. Amy noticed the woman immediately bring her palm to her face in annoyance as the men looked on in confusion.

“Oh, hey, it’s you!” Sonic lit up. “Wait there!” His voice echoed through the sparse landscape as he got ready to run in their direction- but stopped himself as he remembered the dust cloud he’d kicked up. He turned back to Amy. “Hey- I talked to that lady last time I was here, I bet she’ll help us.” 

“Yeah... she seems to remember you.” Amy took notice of Sonic’s quick change of pace. She couldn’t keep a small smile from forming across her lips as he walked just barely ahead, slowing down with her in mind. Before she could overthink the gesture any further, Sonic reached back for her hand.

“Come on, don’t wanna keep her waiting,” he winked playfully.

As he ushered her along, the subtle smirk on Amy’s face spread into a lovestruck grin. There was a lot of good to be said about Sonic, but to say he could be brash was an understatement. They joked about growing up, but maybe this small, mindful act was a demonstration of his growing maturity after all.

The woman groaned an apology to the two men before stepping out of their earshot. 

Sonic approached with a wave and Amy in tow.  

“You’re back,” she said to him plainly. “And there’s two of you now.”

“Glad you remember- though I can’t say I’m surprised,” Sonic smirked confidently.

There was no sign of amusement in her expression. “I have very important people here today, so you need to leave. Now.”

“Aw, come on! We’re just looking for Eggman. Help us out!”

“That’s- ugh.” The woman let out an exasperated sigh. “Look, that’s not my department. Call his assistant or something.”

“Does Eggman have an assistant?” Amy whispered to Sonic. He offered a shrug before turning back to the lady.

“We’re sorta in a hurry. Just point us in his direction and we’ll get out of your hair,” he told the woman.

“No. You’re trespassing, we’re behind schedule, our investors are irate- just leave before I have to call security.” 

“Behind schedule?” Amy chimed in. “Didn’t you guys just break ground a few weeks ago? Why isn’t there anyone here if you’re behind?”

If the poor woman had any patience to begin with, it ran out then and there. “Well, most of the staff’s contracts were cut short like 3 days ago. Doctor Eggman said he’d take care of the rest of the building himself but apparently his ‘equipment’ isn’t in yet for some reason, so he has us stalling, and I’m here with two very upset investors who are ready to pull out of this project if we don’t get things moving, and somehow opening date is in a matter of weeks, and-”

Amy interrupted. “Oh, that’s what we’re here to talk to him about,” she bluffed.

The woman looked skeptical, but it was plain to see that stress was getting the better of her. “About… opening date?”

“About… why his equipment is missing. We took it. Hostage.” Amy’s eyes shot back at Sonic’s momentarily. He stood wide-eyed but let her continue.

A momentary, stunned silence followed. 

“Are you serious?”

“Yep,” Sonic cut in. “That’s what we do! Live to be a thorn in Egghead’s side; Mortal enemies and all.”

In her desperation, the woman turned back to see her clients studying their wrists impatiently. One of the men pointed to his watch irritably. She returned her attention to the nuisance at hand, lowering her voice. “I know you two have some ancient beef I don’t care about, but I’ve just been hired to do an honest job, ok? I’ll tell you where to find him- but you didn’t hear it from me.”

“Totally!” Amy responded, louder than she intended. “Our lips are sealed!”

“Quiet down! Ugh- I’m so fired…” 

She instructed Sonic and Amy on how to reach The Doctor in hushed tones and subtle gestures. He was evidently on sight in a freshly-built underground lab. The entrance was hidden but accessible via key-card. 

“So, any chance we could borrow your ID?” Sonic chuckled. 

The woman responded only with an eye roll before quickly going back to her work. 

“Thanks, anyway,” he called out to her with a wave. “Well, guess we’re on our own from there.” He turned to Amy with a grin. “Nice bluff!”

“Thanks,” she returned. “But, what do you think she meant by missing equipment?”

“Well, maybe…” Sonic trailed off without finishing. “Ah- who knows. Let’s get moving.”

The entrance wasn’t hard to find for those who knew where to look. A series of square steel support columns lined a freshly laid concrete slab, one of many around the acres-wide construction site. There was the faint shape of a doorway outlined on the otherwise smooth surface of the pillars, just where Sonic and Amy were told they’d find the entrance.

“I bet this is it,” Amy remarked, running her fingertips over the shallow mark on one of the column’s facets. “It’s… subtle.”

“Bit outta character for Eggman.” Sonic’s fist met his hip as he leaned back in observation. “We’d usually just break in, but…”

A flick of her wrist surrounded Amy’s hand in a sudden cloud of pink. “Well, it’s worked so far.” She brandished her hammer with a giggle. “Been a little bit since I got to use this.”

“After you, then.”

Amy curtseyed playfully before taking her stance. A moment later, her hammer made contact with the hard surface, denting it considerably to reveal the clear shape of a doorway. A screeching alarm rang out from the door upon contact. Ignoring it, Amy pulled back her hammer a second time, the door well off its hinges after another swing. The high-pitch whine grew louder, emitting from an alarm panel just beyond the destroyed entrance.

Sonic scratched at his ear with a grimace. “Gotta love an alarm. Let’s-”

A third bash of Amy’s hammer interrupted him. The heavy door smashed against the control panel and cut off the screeching alarm in an instant as the dented steel slab fell off the frame to the floor beyond the entrance. “Better?”

“You bet,” he snickered.  “Good work. Let’s get in there!” As he took a step forward, Sonic left a pat on Amy’s shoulder.

A sweet chill tickled Amy’s spine when he did. She couldn’t hold back a soft giggle as they stepped into the dark inside the structure.

Just beyond the entrance sat a short level, leading directly to a winding underground staircase, deep past the concrete foundation they were standing on a moment ago. The ceilings were fairly low, the top of the column no doubt built with sturdier materials to support the eventual building it would be housed in. Dim lights lined the walls, the only indication that there was anything beyond a few feet in front of them. Amy and Sonic moved forward cautiously. The eerie, quiet stairwell echoed with their steps and grew darker as they descended. It was a far cry from the audacious design they had come to expect from Dr. Eggman.

The pair were just a few steps down when they were greeted by a line of unfriendly security bots floating their way up the stairs in their direction. 

“Right on cue,” Sonic sneered.

He jumped into action instantly, making quick work of the first two robots in front of them as Amy smashed her way through a third. Sonic spun out a good way down the staircase, knocking around several more. Amy swung at each of the disoriented guards before they could regain their balance, finishing them off as she caught up. When she reached the next level, however, she stopped in her tracks behind Sonic’s outstretched arm.

Two much larger robots with hammers of their own stood in front of them, a doorway just beyond their guard. They each took a step toward Amy and Sonic as the latter got ready to spring back into battle. Suddenly, a shrill voice could be heard from a nearby speaker mounted to the ceiling. 

“Stand down boys, these two little rodents are guests,” Eggman commanded.

Sonic’s ears perked up. “Could’ve told that to the unlucky bunch back there,” he smirked.

“You could’ve waited for your invitation instead of knocking down my door, you pest,” Eggman retorted harshly. “But since you’re here…” 

“Invitation?” Amy whispered to Sonic. He looked just as perplexed. 

The doorway behind the guard bots split apart. The room beyond was bright- blindingly so- revealing an office suite fit for a business executive, complete with a robotic secretary sitting at a front desk. Stylishly decorated, it was hardly one of Eggman’s usual lab setups. 

Sonic and Amy squinted as they walked past the robots cautiously. Amy held her hammer up close to her chest defensively.

“I’m afraid there are no weapons allowed in the executive suite,” a feminine robotic voice rang out from behind the desk. “I can take that for you if you’d like, miss.”

Amy’s head whipped around to meet the secretary’s gaze. It looked on at her stiffly with an eerie “smile” and coldly lit blue eyes. Amy thought she’d be used to being stared at by a robot by now, but this creepy computer was nothing like Metal. She couldn’t help but think of him as “alive�� now. But the secretary in front of her was just a machine. 

“I can take that for you if you’d like, miss,” the robot repeated.

“Oh- no- thank you.” Amy responded finally, her hammer disappearing from her grasp in a rosy puff.

The robot did not react. “Can I get you a drink?”

Sonic ignored her. “Yo, Eggman! You gonna leave us waiting?”

“The Doctor will be with you shortly. Can I get you a drink?” the secretary asked again.

“These robots are getting creepier, huh Ames?” Sonic said as he peered directly at its icy eyes.

Eggman’s voice interrupted once again, this time from a speaker on the secretary’s desk. “It’s alright- let them in.”

“The Doctor will see you now.” The light in the robot’s eyes blinked green momentarily as another door opened behind its desk. 

It remained unmoving, facing straight ahead as Amy and Sonic walked past it. Definitely creepier, Amy thought.

“So glad you could make it,” Eggman remarked sarcastically from behind an executive desk. “Sit.”

“Swanky place you got here,” Sonic commented as he peered around the room. “Unlike you to be this tasteful.”

“You’re a delight as always,” he grumbled back. “Harassing my staff and destroying my security just weeks before opening. Can’t say I’m surprised.”

“Yeah, I keep hearing that- no offense but this place is pretty far from opening date,” Sonic snickered.

“Of course you would think that. I said sit!” 

Sonic shrugged and sat back in a stiff chair opposite Eggman’s desk. Amy did the same, still taking in her surroundings tentatively. She looked for a spot to leave the surveillance microphone. 

“Alright,” Sonic said impatiently, “I’ll get to the point- what evil scheme are you up to this time?”

Eggman cackled in response. “I’ll tell you all about my ‘scheme’ if you tell me what you’re doing with my ‘equipment’.”

“You heard that, huh?” Sonic shrugged. “It was just a bluff.”

“Well, since you’re here…” Eggman slapped four glossy tickets on the desk in front of him. “You and the other two pests are invited to the grand opening of Magic City.”

Sonic blinked. “Very funny. Are you gonna tell us what you’re really up to?”

“Are you going to tell me what you think you’re doing with Metal Sonic?”

Amy stiffened at the mention of the name. Sonic couldn’t keep his brows from rising  in surprise.

“And why would we be harboring that creepy thing?” Sonic responded after a pause.

Eggman grumbled. “He’s been missing for weeks. You were the last ones to see him.”

“Sounds like you need to keep better track of your property.”

Amy didn’t like the idea of calling Metal “property,” but she stopped herself from saying anything. She could feel Eggman’s eyes on her from behind his dark shades. She turned her face away without a word in the silent moments that followed.

“Hm.” Eggman leaned back in his chair, pensively folding his hands over his chest. “You know, Metal wasn’t thrilled about this idea. I suppose it’s my fault- all Metal’s ever done is go after you.”

“Can’t blame my copy for being obsessed,” Sonic interrupted smugly.

“Humph. You could call it that- if you’re ignorant. But, it was a prime objective for many years…” Eggman scrunched his brow. “Bah- anyway, my goals are different now. Perhaps he was a bit conflicted. We all know he has a tendency to be… rebellious, despite my best efforts…” 

Sonic rolled his eyes at the long-winded response. “Why wouldn’t you just reprogram him?”

“Don’t act like a fool. You know as well as I that Metal’s AI makes him more than a machine!” Eggman paused with a sigh. “Not that I haven’t tried,” he mumbled under his breath. “Well, given his unique ‘programming,’ I thought a bit more freedom could be beneficial at this stage in Metal’s development. So, I let him have it,” he shrugged. “That’s why I didn’t go back for him. However, I did expect him back by now…”

Amy couldn’t help but scoff at his last remark. “Did you even try to look for him?”

Eggman raised a brow at her. “Of course I did,” he grumbled. “Metal wasn’t where I left him and all systems have been offline. Why would you even care?”

“I don’t!” Amy huffed. Getting his attention was a mistake. She fidgeted uncomfortably in the stiff chair, waiting for his focus to shift away from her.

“If you’re so sure we have your robot,” Sonic chimed in, “why don’t you just come looking?”

“Because,” Eggman gestured with both hands to the wall behind him, which immediately lit up with concept images of the upcoming Magic City. “You saw my investors, you’ve harassed my staff. This is my life now. The time for barging into your pathetic little hideouts is behind me.” He grinned sardonically. “I need to be on my best behavior, don’t you think?”

A brief, stunned silence followed as Amy and Sonic squinted at the intricately rendered images and plans rotating on the screen behind Eggman. 

“You expect us to believe that your so-called investors trust you to build a whole luxury resort with your track record?” Sonic shrugged arrogantly. “Every casino and theme park you’ve built has been a deathtrap.”

“My experience is unmatched. Why do you think they trust me to be the one to build it?” Eggman grinned.

“I don’t know,” Sonic continued, “they didn’t seem too happy with your progress.”

“I have my ways.” Eggman lowered his arms, folding his hands on the desk in front of him as the massive screens dimmed once again. “If you would just return my ‘equipment’.”

Now Amy and Sonic realized how accurate their earlier bluff really was. They exchanged a quick glance in realization.

Uneasy, Sonic pressed himself up in his chair. “What’s Metal Sonic gonna do for this dump?”

“Trade secret.” A beam of light flashed across Eggman’s eyes, reflecting off his shaded glasses as he turned his gaze down. His hands folded over his rumpled mustache. “Consider this a truce. Send back Metal Sonic, and we’ll just stay out of each other’s hair from now on, hm?”

“Why would we do that when we could take out your whole operation now?” Sonic grew serious, drawing all of The Doctor’s attention. 

Amy saw her opportunity and gripped the bottom of her chair to plant the device. She sat bolt upright when it made a tiny click. Neither Sonic nor Eggman seemed to notice.

“So you do have him.” An irritated scowl twisted The Doctor’s mouth.

“Yeah, right.” Sonic leaned back into his chair with crossed arms, challenging Eggman with a defiant stare.

“So aggressive,” Eggman shook his head. His elbows made their way onto the arms of his chair as he sat relaxed into it, uninterested in participating in a staring contest with the pest in front of him. “Just come to the opening and see for yourself that there’s nothing nefarious going on. You little rats will get to have the night of your lives, and everyone will see that there are no hard feelings between us. Good for branding, as it were.” 

Sonic only raised a brow, peering into Eggman’s obscured eyes.

“Are you scared?” The corners of Eggman’s mouth lifted smugly.

Sonic scoffed. “What?”

“Never thought I’d see you so apprehensive to come to a party! Why else would you refuse?”

“I’m not-” Sonic huffed indignantly. “How do we know this isn’t one of your traps?”

“You don’t. But it’s never stopped you before,” Eggman cackled.

The phone on Eggman’s desk chimed, followed by a robotic voice. “Doctor, your next appointment is here.”

“Thanks, we’re almost finished here.” Eggman turned his attention back to the pair in front of him. “I do hope you can all make it. However, I’m a very busy man with many meetings, so if you’ll see yourselves out…” he gestured again, this time to his right. The wall behind him opened to reveal an elevator a few feet away.

“Right. More investors, I bet,” Sonic said sarcastically, standing up from his seat. “We’ll be there. If we don’t bust you first.” 

Amy followed behind him, glancing back at her seat apprehensively. She was relieved to see the device wasn’t visible from the side.

Eggman stood up, ushering the pair into the lift. 

“Oh, and Sonic,” as they were both stepping  in, Eggman took Sonic by the shoulder to get his attention.  “I trust you’ll make the right decision about returning my… ‘equipment’.”

Sonic turned back to The Doctor. He paused at the uncharacteristic gesture. “Uh- I don’t know what you mean?” He stumbled on his words.

Eggman stepped back, waving them off. “Sure, sure. And clean Metal up before you reactivate him or I’m sending you a bill for damages.”

“We don’t have your-” Sonic began to shoot back before the elevator’s rounded doors snapped shut between them. 

“Can you believe him?!” he turned back to Amy irately. 

“Shh!” Amy scolded faintly as the lift made its way back up to the surface. She shifted her eyes around the compact tube, sure they were being watched. 

Sonic caught on, clicking his tongue. He crossed his arms with a grumble as they made their way back to the surface.

They both stepped out warily once there. The tube opened from another towering column, diagonal from the one they had entered. Its doors abruptly clamped together behind them. Amy and Sonic could see the towering structure they’d entered from hundreds of yards away

Amy and Sonic gave each other a knowing look. He reached a hand out to her.

“Let’s go.”

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hiiiii thank you so much for reading if you’ve gotten this far esp after all the hiatuses. ily. i’d love to talk abt the fic or metamy in general so feel free to send me asks/msgs! i love seeing your tags also they make me very happy!

btw work slowed down a lot thankfully but i’m taking this figure drawing class that’s 6 hours 2x per week and my shoulder is so so sore. did not know drawing could be this physically taxing. but it’s fun i’m having fun (or so i tell myself). shout out to my boss for letting me just take class during work time. #1 mvp

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Can you write a head-canon where Stanley Snyder and y/n go on a mission, and y/n has a panic attack, so Stanley has to calm her down. one-shot that shows how different characters from Dr stone would react to y/n having a panic attack. Lol thanks!!! 😁

hello beautiful! Ngl I kinda got confused on what you wanted me to write so I wrote a scenario on Stanley helping you through a panic attack so I hope that works lol. If you want other characters or you want me to rewrite it please send another request. Thank you for your patience and hope you enjoy!💖

Stanley helping you with a panic attack 💕

Taken before Kingdom of Science came to America 

There were a couple of people who were trying to rebel against Xeno, so you and Stanley were sent to deal with them. The two of you have been having trouble with your relationship lately, between him constantly working with Xeno and barely paying attention to you to the differences in views between you two. As you walked together there was an awkward silence only you seemed to mind. “What are we gonna do when we find the rebels?” You ask even though you know the answer. “Kill them probably.” You look down, disappointed and disgusted. As if he could sense your change in mood, Stanley says, “Maybe would could just take some captive…” You sigh. At least he’s trying to be better.

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You both approach the rebel camp. You look around and see so many familiar faces. The woman who helped you sew the outfits for everyone. The man who dreamed of being one of the best guitarist there ever was. Even the old lady who would do her best to remember her old baking recipes from the past. Your memories sink in. You really don’t want to do this. “Keep your guard up. I taught them basic self defense so they should be a decent fight.” You can’t respond to that. These are people you know and some you can even call friends. You can’t fight them! You won’t! Your heart begins to race. You start to sweat. You lean against a tree for support. You can’t catch your breath. Damnit why is this happening now!? You can’t breathe. Try to think how can you control your breathing? “(Y/n)?” Why is Stanley spinning? You thought he was attacking. Should you be attacking? Come on- “(y/n)!” Stanley rushes over to you. With his shout the rebels scatter away. “(Y/n) speak to me what’s wrong?” “Pa-i can’t- Sta- tack-“ He takes one of your hands and places it on his chest. “Do you feel my breath? Try to follow its rhythm.” He inhales then exhales at a calm pace. He does it again and again and again. Over a few minutes, you start to breathe normally again. The world isn’t spinning anymore, all you focus on now is the man you love. “Wait…Stanley I’m sorry I didn’t mean to let them get aw-“ “Why didn’t you tell me?” You have him a confused look. “Tell you what?” He tries to calm himself before he speaks, not wanting to upset you. “Your attacks. Why didn’t you ever tell me about your attacks?” You look away from him, not able to handle his anger and disappointment. You didn’t know why to be honest. You and Stanley have shared everything together. “I…because… I just feel like I couldn’t…” Now this is shocking news to him. You thought he would be offended or even angry, but the look in his eyes only showed guilt. Has he really made you feel so alone? He cups your face and makes you look at him. “(Y/n), I…I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like you can’t talk to me. I’m always here for you! I- what can I do? How can i make you trust me again?” His reaction really shocked you. You’ve never seen Stanley cry yet you’re watching him tear up. You’ve never seen him struggle yet he looks so desperate right now. “Please (y/n), whatever you need to get off your chest please tell me…” With a deep breath you tell him everything; how you feel like he doesn’t see you, the way he is able to strike down anyone without blinking an eye, even how you miss him holding you in his arms while you both fall to sleep. He’s quiet for a moment, then he kisses you on the forehead. “Thank you for telling me this, I’ll be better I promise. You’re my number one (y/n) always remember that.” He helps you off the ground and gestures for you to hold his arm. When you take it you feel like you did when you first met him, connected. “I love you Stanley…” you mutter under your breath. “And I love you more.”

[66sharkteeth]

Jericho when Rex’s scion does cute and silly things: hey why doesn’t my scion do cute stuff too?

Jericho after Rex’s scion does the cute and silly things: ok enough of this shit you’re being a disappointment

My brother in Christ I know you probably can’t do much more than basic multiplication but the math ain’t mathing here

he didn't start caring about rex's scion's antics until it started to get in the way. it was cute and funny when it was just wagging its tail and being a drunk little idiot, but once it actually STOOD UP to Jericho because it's priorities started to become Bell > Mission, THAT'S when he stopped thinking it was funny.

Jericho has no problem with being a silly goober, he's a silly goober all the time himself. But he absolutely turns off his goober-ness when its time to put their mission first. Rex's scion standing up to him because he disrespected and used Bell basically made Jericho realized "Oh. this isn't a silly act like i put on almost 24/7. you ARE actually a silly goober for this girl. that's a problem."

Jericho plays dumb and he thought Rex's scion was too. But standing up to him, he realized it it wasn't playing dumb at all and just actually is dumb (in his eyes).

[crazyunsexycool]

Unbreakable

Chapter 5

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Word Count: 2.9K

Warnings: some fluff, some angst, nightmare, mentions of abuse, talks of implied sexual assault, Marvin being a good boy, Steve being his dreamy self (at least I think so),

A/N: These two are so cute together. 🥹

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The compound was huge and mostly empty. You looked at it with awe as your taxi drove away. Marvin sat next to you but by the shuffling he was doing he wanted to explore. The glass walls only exposed the dark empty entrance but you didn’t dare just walk in. No, you’d stay just where you were until Steve came out. It apparently took a few minutes from wherever he was in the belly of the building but soon enough you saw his large silhouette through the glass. 

“Hey.” He says with a smile once he opens the door. “How was the drive up? I’m sorry I couldn’t pick you up but some briefings held me up.” 

“It’s ok. The drive wasn’t bad but the taxi driver had horrible taste in music.” 

He smiles as he grabs the gym bag you brought with you and holds the door open for you. It had been about a week since the first movie night. The next day he had been called out for a mission that lasted almost the full week. It didn’t help that there was also limited contact. But it did help you think about the relationship that was forming between the two of you. Was it just friendship or was there a hint of more? You wanted to say the latter but you were forcing yourself to not go there. 

“Nat’s very excited to meet you.” 

“Well I’m very excited to meet her too.” 

Today was the first day of your training on self defense. It was exciting but nerve wracking. 

“Would you like a tour first? I think Nat is finishing up on some paperwork.” 

“Ok.” You looked up and smiled at Steve. 

He led you through common rooms and the living quarters, empty labs, meeting rooms, the gun range and ended in the gym. The whole time the building was empty. Not a single soul other than you and Steve. And Marvin of course. 

“This is where we do— did our training.” 

“Every day?” 

“Yeah, we would partner up with different team members to make sure we could handle different fighting styles. We would practice different combat tactics with everyone’s abilities.” There was fondness and regret mixed in his words. His eyes were distant as if he were reliving memories that happened right in this very room. 

Across the room a door opens and in walks Nat. You maybe looked her up to see how intimidating she was and you were not disappointed. Marvin is practically vibrating next to you as Nat gets closer. There is an air of aloofness but her eyes betray her. She gives you a practiced smile as she stops before you.

“Nat this is Y/N, Y/N this is Nat.” 

“It’s nice to meet you.” 

“I could say the same thing.”

Marvin nudges Nat’s thigh and huffs until he gets attention. 

“And who is this handsome boy?”

“This is Marvin, he’s my service dog. You can pet him if you like.” 

Nat goes on one knee and Marvin nudges her chest until she is scratching behind his ears. You look up at Steve who has a sad expression on his face. After another minute of Nat and Marvin getting to know each other she stands back up. 

“So, Steve tells me you want to learn how to defend yourself.”

“Yes and I really appreciate both of you doing this. I know you’re probably really busy and it means a lot.” 

“Don’t worry about it. It’s good to have a few moves under your belt. Now, do you have any fighting experience at all?”

“Does swinging a frying pan count?” You grimace.

“Did you hit the intended target?”

You nod as you remember the day of the snap.

“Then it does. I want to show you a few very basic moves and go from there. That way I can see what we need to work on. It will probably take a few lessons, I hope that’s ok?” 

“Whatever you think works best. I am here to learn.” 

“Good, Steve is going to be our training dummy. He was kind enough to volunteer.” Nat smiles genuinely this time and you smile back. “Ok so I’m going to show you one move and then you’ll do it. That way I can see where you are and where to go from there.” 

You nod and move to sit at a bench Nat pointed to. With the help of Steve she starts showing you simple moves. Then you get up and practice the same moves over and over until you get them right. You’re beaming by the time the lesson is halfway through and you all take a break. It’s more for your sake than theirs. Steve takes Marvin for a walk and promises to bring back more water bottles. That leaves you and Nat alone and considering how thoughtful and careful she has been up to now, being under her scrutiny makes you cautious. 

“He likes you, you know.” Nat finally breaks her silence. Her statement leaves you unsure of how to respond. “You don’t have to like him like that. Steve is respectful and won’t ever push you to do something you don’t want but thank you for just being there for him. I haven’t seen him smile like he used to in a long time.” 

“H-how can you be sure it’s because of me? Maybe he just became my friend because of Marvin.” 

“He is a cute dog.” 

“The best boy.” 

Nat cracks a grin and leans back, propping herself on her elbows. Before you can pick up the conversation you both hear something happening outside. The wind had picked up and there was something mechanical whirling until it stopped. Everything went completely still and you looked over at Nat to find that she wasn’t worried at all. About a minute later Steve walks back in with Marvin in tow and two strangers. A rather odd pairing. It was a raccoon and a blue lady. Marvin trots happily to his spot next to you but you feel on edge. 

“Hey Romanoff.” The raccoon greets your new found friend. 

“Rocket, Nebula. How was the flight?” 

“It could have been worse.” The woman, Nebula you assumed, answered. “Who’s this?” 

“This is Y/N a friend.”

“Hi.” You squeak out with an awkward wave. 

Black eyes bore into yours and you feel like she’s reading your thoughts and maybe she is. After a few awkward seconds she finally looks bored and moves on. Both Nebula and Rocket excuse themselves to go freshen up. 

“So you guys work with a talking raccoon?”

They both nod as if a talking raccoon is the most normal thing in the world. 

“I’m very disappointed you never told me you know a raccoon that can talk.”

“How exactly was I supposed to work that into a conversation?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug. “Nat would have done it.”

“I really would have.”

Steve shakes his head but chuckles while you and Nat high five. 

“I think we’re done for today.”

“I should get going.” 

“Don’t. Stay and hang out with us.” Nat says. “You brought a change of clothes, right?” 

You nod. 

“Perfect, stay the night then. I’ll show you to one of the spare bedrooms.” 

She didn’t give you a choice but you still looked at Steve. He only smiled and gave you a nod. 

“I like her.” Nat said as she walked into the living room. “You two would be perfect together.” 

“I don’t know. I don’t think she’s looking for a relationship.” 

“Have you talked about it with her?” 

“No but I'm sure that after whatever happened to her she’s looking to stay as far away from relationships as possible.” 

“Well you won’t know until you talk about it. Don’t wait until it’s too late. I saw how you looked at each other.” 

“Fine, when the time is right I’ll sit down and talk to her.” 

“Talk to who?” Rocket walked in with Nebula following close behind. 

“It’s nothing. How was your mission?” 

Nebula and Rocket start telling them all of the details about their latest mission in deep space. They’re engrossed in the story so no one hears you walk toward the living room. 

“And then bam.” Rocket says and then yelps when Marvin barks. He turned around with a gun in his hand and pointed in your direction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” 

“You didn’t scare me. Nothing scares me.” 

“What about that time that we-“ 

“Nope, not scared.” Rocket cuts Nebula off and even though she doesn’t seem like the type of person that smiles the essence of a smile graces her lips for a second. 

You smile as you take the open spot next to Steve on the couch and Marvin lays at your feet. 

“How about a movie?” Nat grabs a remote from the coffee table and puts something on. 

The night had been nice. Steve was glad that you’d stayed for an impromptu movie night. The longer he spent around you the more he could see a weight lift off your shoulders, a light come back to your eyes. It made him care for you more, to want and protect you from all the bad things that this world still had to offer. He laid in bed wondering if it would be too soon to ask you out on a proper date. Maybe he would talk about it with Nat first and get her opinion. Steve closed his eyes with the hope of getting some sleep before he drove you back to the city. 

Marvin’s bark pulls Steve out of the state of drowsiness he found himself in. Were you trying to take him outside and got lost? Steve gets up and before he opens the door to his room a blood curdling scream rips through the air. His feet move faster than his brain as he runs down the hall. Nat is there with a gun in hand ready to attack whoever is hurting you. Another scream, there’s begging for someone to stop hurting you and Steve is ready to rip whoever it is into pieces. 

“Friday, how many intruders are there?” Nat asks in a whisper.

“There are no intruders. Ms. Y/L/N seems to be having a nightmare.” 

Nat looks up at Steve and quietly asks him what to do. 

“You should go in first. I think she’ll feel safer with a woman.” 

Nat nods and hands him her gun. She opens the door as you yell again. Marvin is on the bed trying to wake you up as you struggle against the bed sheets that are now wrapped around you.

“Y/N, you’re ok. You’re safe.” Nat calls out softly. “I need you to wake up for me. Y/N you’re safe. We aren’t going to let anyone hurt you.” 

You wake up with a small gasp and tears rolling down your temples. 

“Can I come closer?” Nat asks from the foot of the bed. 

Through the soft moonlight filtered through the window she sees you nod. Nat moves around so that you can see her better.

“Can I untangle the bed sheets?”

You nod again and she makes quick work of it. 

“Steve is right outside, would you like him in here with you or do you prefer that I stay?” 

“Steve.” You whisper. 

He couldn’t help the warmth that spread through him with the knowledge that you felt safe with him. Nat walks out and nods towards the room before telling him that she would make you some tea. Standing in the doorway with just the moon as a light source he can see your tear stained cheeks and the look of fear still in your eyes as you sit up against the headboard. Marvin drapes himself over your lap in order to provide you with comfort. 

“What can I do for you Y/N?” Steve asks softly but you still startle at his voice. 

“Um… I- Could you-“

“It’s ok, take your time.” Steve says as he watches you struggle to give him an answer.

“Sit with me.” You say after a moment.

“I can do that.” 

Steve walks in and sits at the foot of the bed but for you that’s too far. You finally look up at him and he gives you a gentle, reassuring smile.

“Too far.” You mumble with a small pout. 

“Where should I sit then?” 

You answer by pulling back the covers and patting the spot next to you. Steve gets up and moves around the bed but doesn’t sit. 

“Are you sure you’re comfortable with me sitting here?” 

“Yes.” 

Steve nods and settles into the spot beside you. “Do you want to talk about it?” 

You look up at him just as Nat walks in with a cup of tea.

“This should help calm your nerves. If you need anything I’m just down the hallway.” 

“Thanks Nat.” You say as you grab the mug and take a sip. 

She smiles and walks out leaving you and Steve alone again. It’s alone for a few minutes. 

“It was more like a memory than a nightmare.” You start. “He was pinning me down by pressing his knee on my chest and I couldn’t breathe. Then he was ripping off my clothes-“ you choked a sob and Steve took your hand in his. 

Marvin lifted his head and licked away the tears. You pet his head until he settles back down and then you rest your head on Steve’s shoulder. 

“I hate feeling like I’ll never be free of his hold.” 

“I know you can’t see it right now but you’ve come a long way already.”

“It doesn’t feel like it.” You huff.

“Tell me something, before when he was around how many times a week were you able to go out and hang out with friends? Maybe go have dinner or a girls night? Or go hang out at a friend’s house?” 

“Never.” 

“If we would have met before everyone blipped, would we have been able to be friends?” 

“Absolutely not.” You shake your head. “He wouldn’t have allowed it.” 

“Yet here you are. You went out to lunch with your friend the other day. We had a movie night at your place. We’ve gone to the dog park and you’re even having a sleepover. 

So while you feel like he still has a hold on you, every time you do something he wouldn’t have liked you’re freeing yourself.” 

You sat there and thought about what he said. 

“He would have hated you.” 

“I think I can live with that.” Steve squeezes your hand. 

“Can I ask for a favor? You can say no.” 

“Anything.” 

“Could you stay here tonight?” 

“If you’re sure then yes.”

“I’m sure.” 

“Alright, let’s get comfortable.” He says and begins to shuffle around to lay back down.

The next morning Steve wakes up first. Marvin is huffing on his side of the bed wanting to be let out. Steve doesn’t want to move though because you’re comfortably asleep on his chest with his arm around you. He can’t help the smile he gets when he looks down at you sleeping soundly. He’ll make sure to commit this moment to memory so that he can draw it later. 

“You’re really warm.” You say in a sleepy voice. 

“Is that bad?”

“Absolutely not. It's the best, I’m always cold.”

“So you’re just using me for my body heat?” 

You giggle and press yourself into him more. “Yes, I am.” 

Marvin whines again and scratches at the door. 

“I have to take him out.” You say as you start to get up.

“I’ll take him for a run. Stay in bed or go find Nat.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” 

“I’m offering.”

“Thank you.” 

“It’s no problem.” Steve reluctantly gets up and takes Marvin with him while you lay back down. It’s the first time in years that you manage to have a smile on your face so early in the morning.

After having spent some more time with Nat and Nebula Steve drove you home. 

“You should take him running more often. He’s never this calm.” You say while looking at Marvin in the back seat. 

“Well I do run a lot. I probably tired him out.” 

Steve stops his car right in front of your building and gets out to open your door for you. Even though it’s a short walk to your front door he walks beside you with your bag in his hand. 

“I’m glad you came over yesterday. Hopefully we can do this again soon. Nat was already bugging me about bringing you back.”

“Nat’s great. We even made plans to go out sometime soon.” 

“Well I’m very proud of you.”

Steve beams and you can’t help but return the smile. 

“I’m proud of myself too. Thank you for everything Steve.” Unconsciously you throw your arms around his midsection and hug him right. 

His arms wrap around you and you feel him kiss the top of your head. You can’t help but sigh at the comforting gesture. 

“I’ll see you soon?” You ask hopefully.

“Of course, unless Nat decides to keep you for herself.” 

“Never,” you shake your head. “I’ll always have time for you.” 

“Good, I’ll make sure to use it all up then.” 

You take your bag from him and unlock the front door. With a final wave goodbye you and Marvin head up to your apartment. It’s the first time in a very long time that you’ve felt the heavy weight of guilt and anger and regret get lighter. You can’t help but think that Steve is right. With everything you go out and do you are freeing yourself from his hold on you.

 More importantly you’re starting to feel like yourself again. 

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[fairytail-whathesays]

hello! if it’s not a problem, can i ask for some headcanons of sting with a veeeryyy hot headed BF who’s also not a wizard? both sfw and nsfw if that’s okay :)

you’re very good at writing and i love how you portrait all the characters so well

Thank you!!!

Being a wizard and using magic is so normalized around Fiore and especially within Sabertooth that Sting's kind of surprised to meet a guy who doesn't have or use magic, let alone date one.

Hot-headed matches well with Sting, especially if they have that upbeat spark that he's got himself. You guys obviously started out arguing or competing against each other, maybe fighting, and you know how Sting loves to prove himself.

Granted, these traits do match up badly with the fact that Sting near-exclusively hangs out with wizards otherwise. Sting has just enough wherewithal to pull you back if you start trying to beef with Orga or Minerva or some shit, bc without the magic, u ain't Natsu and ain't gettin up if they clap you.

If you aren't a fan of wizards in general or don't keep up with wizard culture, then it ends up kind of refreshing for Sting. It probably tripped him up a bit at first, expecting you to know who he was, illustrious guildmaster of Sabertooth and all, and floored him to hear "who the fuck" back.

He's SO DISAPPOINTED AT FIRST like him boasting about killing dragons has never failed to earn a reaction but pretty soon he gets excited about showing you what being a wizard is like. It's even better if you uno reverse card him and drag him into whatever world you're coming from, be that non-magical guilds or just everyday life where people use electricity and shit.

You two probably met at a gay bar. Bonus points if you were the bartender. Double bonus points if you were the bouncer.

Since Sting is so eager to defend or just fight alongside his man, many fights you'd otherwise struggle with get one-shotted. Which probably irritated you after a while and he was asked to back off. He sulked about it for a week.

Unless you are yourself a high earner by some fashion, odds are Sting is richer than you by a good margin. He is a pretty capable wizard who regularly goes on difficult and high-paying missions, so the good news about that is you get treated often. Anything you want, you get without a second thought, you're pretty spoiled.

Rogue vanishes the second you appear, not because he doesn't like you, but because your energy and Sting's energy put together makes him need a nap very badly.

Sting does his best to hype you up the way he would any boyfriend, and he's good at it, only he sometimes lets people think you're a wizard for the fun of it. He's had a lot of fun lying to people about what kind of magic you use and how it can make people's heads explode or other outlandish tales.

NS/FW:

There are two possible outcomes here: One, you put your money where your mouth is and get Sting in Slut Mode pretty easily with that surefire aggro attitude of yours...or Sting discovers your bark is worse than your bite and you get a free domming out of your man.

The 69ing. Good looooooord the 69ing. Y'all be makin' each other dizzy.

Sting's filter is only half what yours will be. If you talk about sex lightly, then he's gonna be ready to brag to everyone around him how good you are in bed. If he's not too hoarse to speak.

So many nudes. You get new snaps daily, always after some attention, because you know he loves that attention.

Sting hates getting dressed after the fact so be prepared to see him walk around in the buff once he's got his breath back.

[k0r3s-smu1]

𝐌𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

Part 1

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I don’t think he’d actually talk about his past unless you asked him about it.

If you two had just recently started dating, I see him hesitant to tell you.

But if you two have been going out for a while, then he’ll tell you everything.

As for other things, he might mention stuff about himself randomly, but if you want to know something, just ask him, he’ll tell you.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Sometimes he’s passive aggressive with other people, but he has more patience with you.

Still, stupid behavior will irritate him. Especially if it’s in a dangerous situation and you’re supposed to be high ranking.

He loves you but don’t be a dumbass in battle🥰

But in other things, he has more patience. Even if you’re trying to anger him it’ll take a bit of work.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

He definitely remembers more about you than any information anyone else gives about themselves.

But he’s still very forgetful. I’m sure you knew that though when you started dating him,

So don’t get mad or disappointed when he fails to remember certain details about you.

Seeing you saddened about this does make him feel bad though, so he started journaling things about you to use as reference. “What was y/n's favorite flower again..?” checks journal “ah, (f/f).”

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

You two were fighting in the Muzan battle together. You were both on the verge of death,

And teamed up, back to back. You told you him you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him… here, and in the afterlife as well. You two would go down together.

It was a beautiful confession of love, even if you were already dating him.

With renewed strength, you two fought the hardest you ever had. And survived. 

There was nothing quite like that smile of triumph you gave each other.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Protective as hell. This man won’t let any harm come to you.

You don’t have to worry when you’re with him, in public, on missions, at home. You’re always safe. The lives of other people should take priority as a demon slayer, not his girlfriend.

It goes against what he believes, but it’s such a hard choice, and ultimately it's you.

He’ll feel bad afterwards, but he needs you. He hates seeing you hurt in any way.

how could he save some random person over the one he loves the most?

He doesn’t want to be protected. He doesn’t think he needs to be. He’s strong, he’s capable, he’s gone through and seen a bunch of shit, don’t worry about him.

Just hold him in your arms, kiss him and tell him you won’t ever leave. That’s all the security he needs.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?)

Not much effort, I admit… He’s very laid back, and as I described before, dates with him aren’t extravagant or overly romantic. It’s sweet and relaxing, taking comfort in each other's presence. 

It’s not too uncommon for him to bring you gifts; he’ll see something cute, think of you and buy it. This is spontaneous, he never really has thoughts like “Today, I’m going to buy something nice for y/n”. He enjoys cooking, cleaning, and doing tasks in general alongside you. He does want to help you, and he wants to be near you, so it's perfect. But anniversaries? Unless you mention it, I don’t think he’d realize it came up. And that goes for other special occasions as well, like your birthday.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Probably the fact he sometimes zones out during important conversations. 

You have to snap him out of it.

He might also zone out while you’re lecturing him about something, which is really irritating.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not at all. He barely thinks about things like that. He has more important stuff to worry about.

He knows his time is valuable, while he’s concerned about his appearance, lives are been lost. It’s a waste of time.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

There’s just something missing.

His life was brightened when you came into it, without you?

It’s just not the same. It’s dark again. It’s serious and gloomy and he’s missing all the new feelings you ignited in him. He misses your touch and your voice and your smile and laughter, he misses the warmness in his chest as you cradle him, now it's empty again.

Of course he feels incomplete without you.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

He can play the flute well if you ask him to. It’s relaxing and puts you to sleep.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Being happy and energetic is fine, but just don’t be super loud. He doesn’t like noisy people.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Sometimes you can hear him mumbling in his sleep. 

It’s really soft so most of the time it's incoherent. 

Also, his grip on you tends to be loose at first until you move, then it gets really firm.

so you have to wake him up for whatever reason.

What are your thoughts?