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Chapter 7: Then Again

From: Bigger Houses Series

Pairing: Mountain Ranger! Ari x Reader

Summary: Everyone’s got regrets they might wish to go back and change, but then again, you would have never gotten here

Word Count: 3,304

Content/Warnings: MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY, SMUT, honest conversations, hiking, cuddling, soft intimate shower, oral sex (f receiving), p in v protected sex, lotsa kissing, praise and lowkey size kink, swears

Author’s Note: O. M. G. This is the first time I’ve written smut, so I wanted to make it super soft and loving like I feel really pairs for this couple. Nine months into the relationship, wowza. Talk about true love, somebody pls find me a bear of a man like this.

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Below is the song which inspired this chapter. It’s my favorite on the entire album. It just kinda puts warmth and longing into my chest, so I hope the vibe matches what I’ve written.

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“Yes Mom, I promise I’ll be safe.” You looked into the camera of your phone as your mom looked right back at you.

“As long as you promise. I don’t want you eaten by a bear, but apparently you’ve got your own bear of a boyfriend to ward them off.” You laughed along with her own chuckle at that joke.

“Yes, Ari knows these woods well. I have no doubt he’s taking us on a good and safe route.” Your head turned away from the phone at a knock at the door.

“That’s probably him now.”

It was Sunday morning and Ari had asked you on a nice hike with him. The weather was set to be sunny, yet brisk, perfect for a rigorous walk through the mountains.

You opened the door and Ari greeted you with a kiss on the top of your head. “Morning, Duchess.”

He turned to see you were on the phone. “Oh, good morning Mrs.���“

“Ari, please. Call me mom. How many times do I have to tell you?” You both smiled and blushed at that as Ari went into your kitchen and dropped off his things. You sat on the couch, continuing your phone call.

“I knew there was something about that boy the first time I saw him. I’m so glad the two of you are so happy together. I can’t wait to come visit and officially meet him in person soon.” Ari had spoken to your mom on several occasions over FaceTime now, each time garnering more of her respect and adoration, which was rare for her. She always had sky high expectations, and you were her daughter after all, but she didn’t want you to have to face the same struggles she did, both career and romance-wise.

You rolled your eyes, thinking she wouldn’t catch it, but of course she did. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, young lady. You know I’m right. I’ll let you go have fun on your date, though. I love you!”

You smiled back. “Love you, too, Mom.”

Once the call ended, you walked over to Ari, watching him bent over and looking through your fridge. You just couldn’t resist the urge to smack the plump, ripe piece of ass in joggers before you. Just as you were winding up, a large hand went and covered both cheeks.

“I know what you’re, thinking, Angel. You’re not gonna get me this time.” He rose from his hunched position, and towered over you, eyes glinting with mischief, pairing with the sly grin on his face. Before you knew it, Ari had scooped you up and plopped you back on the couch, peppering your face with kisses and tickling your sides. You were helpless, kicking your legs from under his body, doing your best to fight off the attack.

“Ari, quit it! I give, I give, you win!” You squealed through your giggle.

Ari’s hands and lips stopped their assault, but he didn’t pull away, instead, leaning in and putting a fat kiss on your lips. “Get on your hiking boots! We’ve gotta go before it gets hot.”

You nodded and looked up at him through your eyelashes. “Help me tie them?”

Ari’s head drooped down as he sighed and grabbed your boots off the floor. He could never say no to that look. He kissed each shin as he slid the boots onto your feet. “Anything for you, Duchess.”

You helped by tying one of the shoes as Ari tied the other. He was just such an expert, having to do this everyday for however many years now. Looking at the single knot you had made on your right shoe, he untied it and pulled the laces tight, making his own double knot in its place.

“You’re so much better at that than me.” You huffed. He laughed back, kissing the wrinkle away from your forehead that showed up when you were frustrated.

“Nonsense. You’re great at it. I just like ‘em extra secure.” He grabbed your hand and helped to lift you off the couch, the two of you putting on your hiking backpacks and heading out the door, ready for the trail.

Your hike was filled with amazing views and sightings of so much wildlife. You truly loved seeing Ari in his element, as well. He constantly checked on you as he led you through the winding trails, pointing out his favorite spots and, of course, stopping for snacks and photo ops.

He could tell when the exhaustion was starting to creep in, but luckily by that point, the two of you were nearly home.

As you came back, Ari started on heating up the leftovers from dinner the night before. You went out to your back porch which overlooked the rolling landscape, rich with colors of green and rocky gray, mountains graced with snow caps when you looked up at the peaks surrounding you.

Ari came out carrying two warm plates of Thai food from the good place in town and you snuggled up on the couch of your patio furniture and ate together.

He grabbed your plates and set them aside, as the two of you chatted, the sun casting a warm glow over the landscape. Ari pulled you close so your back was against his chest, his strong arms tight around your waist. He wiggled to scoot until his back was up against the arm rest, finally placing his head on your shoulder as the two of you settled.

Ari kissed your neck, his beard lightly scratching the sensitive skin, as you sat there pensively. “Ari, do you ever wish you could go back and change things? Go back to a time that was simpler, where you didn’t know what it was like to live through so many hardships? Do it all differently?” You felt his chest heave with a sigh and he exhaled out of his nose, the warm air hitting your collar bone.

Ari let the question hang in the air for a moment, thinking over everything in his life while he formulated an answer. “If I could go back, I probably would’ve held onto my old Bronco. It used to be my grandpa’s, and it was getting old, so I traded it in for the truck. I probably would’ve visited him down in Atlanta a little more, too, before he passed.”

You nodded as he hummed, thinking of more things. “I probably would’ve stuck around for graduation, finished my degree so I could become rich.”

You giggled as his chest rumbled behind you. “I’d probably apologize to Savannah for wasting her time, would’ve hung out and vacationed with my childhood friends a little more….”

“Had a little more patience, or sent a few more prayers to heaven, but I don’t know if that all was really in the cards. If it were up to me, who knows where I’d be? I look back at all of that. The heartbreaks, the hard goodbyes, they led me here.”

You turned to look up at him, his gaze distant in thought before he looked down at you. “If it was all different, though, I wouldn’t be sitting here with my whole world in my arms, stealing kisses on a Sunday afternoon. Sure, there are a few things that I might’ve changed if God put me in charge, but then again, I would have never met you.”

Tears began to well up in your eyes at his words. “Why? Is there anything you regret?”

You laughed and sniffled as you shook your head. “No. Not at all.” He used his thumb to wipe the tears falling down your cheeks.

“I feel really dumb right now. I was gonna say something stupid like buying bitcoin to be rich. Or like, maybe just not date at all until I found you. But you make a great point. I wouldn’t have come up here if it weren’t for all that. I think I love you too much to regret anything that led me here. Anything that I thought was a wrong turn definitely turned out right.”

He shook his head, laughing along with you, kissing away the rest of your tears. “Trust me, I love you more.”

The two of you sat there, basking in each other’s presence, before you began to become overly aware of the dried dirt and sweat that sat on your skin.

“I, um…. I think I’m gonna go take a shower. Get the outdoors off of me.” Ari nodded and helped you up off his lap, preparing to head home and do the same when you lingered before heading inside.

“Do you want to….join…me?” Ari sprung up out of his chair, head nodding vigorously. He grabbed the plates off the table and ran to drop them in the sink. He watched as you sauntered, hips swaying while you discarded pieces of clothing, one by one, completely naked before reaching the barn door that closed off the master bathroom from your bedroom.

Ari shimmied down his pants with much less grace, shucking off his shirt and socks, before joining you in the steamy room. He watched in awe as you stepped into the water and it ran down the curves of your body. Ari reached his hand under the stream and immediately retracted at the sting of the heat.

“God, Duchess. I love you, but I don’t think I could stand it if the lava you’re standing under burns my skin off before I even get to touch you.”

You laughed and rolled your eyes. “Bear, it’s not that bad.”

You begrudgingly turned down the temperature as Ari joined you. This wasn’t the first time you and Ari had done anything, but it was the first time you had seen each other fully naked all at once, since you hadn’t fully had sex yet.

You turned around as Ari grabbed your shampoo, gently rubbing it into your scalp. You moaned in satisfaction at the feeling of his fingertips massaging your head, basking in the intimacy and ecstasy of the moment.

“Angel, if you keep making noises like that, I don’t think we’ll ever get clean.” You laughed as you leaned back to wash the shampoo out of your hair.

Ari leaned under the stream with you to wet his hair. You squeezed the shampoo into your hand and began to massage it into his scalp, scratching your nails through his hair just the way he liked.

“Oh, fuck Angel, that’s good.” You giggled, hitting him in the chest.

“If I’ve gotta stop, so do you, mister.”

The two of you continued to wash each other, sharing kisses and feather light touches here and there before getting out and drying off.

Once you had brushed out your hair and Ari’s, the two of you made your way to your bed, sheets freshly washed just the day before. You had your towel wrapped around your body while Ari’s hung low on his waist. Ari held your hips, looking into your eyes, as you slowly backed up until your knees gave out from hitting against the bed.

Ari moved to crawl over you, his towel coming undone as he did so. Your eyes trailed down his firm chest, to his chiseled abs, until you could see how hard he was. You moaned at the sight, watching how his dick twitched in response.

His eyes stayed locked with yours until he leaned down and kissed you, trailing away from your lips and down your neck before retracing the path with his tongue.

You shuffled under him, removing your towel and discarding it on the floor with his, adjusting yourself so your head laid against the pillows. He kissed you again, deeply, passionately, before smiling and pulling away.

“I love you. I’d never change anything about my life unless it meant I could have met you sooner just to love you that much longer.”

You could feel his heavy cock tap against your leg as he kissed down your chest, eyes never leaving yours. You watched intently, lips parted in a light gasp as he finally reached where you were yearning for his touch.

Ari’s biceps bulged when he pulled your legs apart, placing a gentle kiss on your clit. Your breath shuddered at the sensation.

“Is this okay, Angel?” You nodded and whispered back.

“Yes, please. Please keep going.”

Ari’s tongue darted out of his mouth licking a stripe up your slit. Your back bowed as he dove in, licking and sucking. You knew he called you Angel, but his tongue was heavenly.

You let out a high-pitched moan, entangling your fingers through the wet strands of Ari’s hair, using the leverage to grind against his face. He inserted a finger into you, pumping it and curling it against your spot just right. You felt your legs began to shake, but pushed Ari’s head away before you could reach your peak.

“Wait, hold on.” You spoke while still trying to catch your breath. He looked up at you in bewilderment, beard glistening with your arousal.

“What’s wrong, Duchess? Did I do something?” You shook your head, still gasping for air.

“No, no. It was so good, I just, uh…..I want you to be inside me when I come.” Ari nodded, coming back up your body to kiss you.

“Okay.” He whispered back, a soft smile on his face. “Gimme a sec.”

He ran over to his discarded joggers and fished in the pocket to find his wallet where he pulled out a condom. He returned to you in bed, taking his spot between your legs again, and rolled it on. You knew he was huge, and you’d only taken two of his fingers before, but you couldn’t help the anticipation to feel all of him.

“I’m gonna open you up first, okay Angel?”

You nodded and immediately threw your head back as Ari scissored two of his long fingers against your walls, preparing you and stretching you out for what was to come. You wailed when he added a third and Ari swore he had never heard or seen something so beautiful before. The movie that was you feeling this level of bliss from him made him feel warmth and pride through his chest. He needed to be inside you.

Ari pulled out his fingers, swirling his tongue around them and sucking them clean, moaning at the sweet taste. His eyes rolled back and he nearly came from the culmination of partaking in your pleasure up to that point. You couldn’t help but clench against nothing, watching the specks of lust within the love in his gaze after that as he leaned down and framed your face with his large hands. He leaned in to kiss you, then pulled away as his dark blue irises, thin around his blown pupils, shifted between your eyes.

“Are you ready? Are you sure?” It came out breathy and strained. He wanted this as badly as you, after taking everything step by painfully slow step for nine months together.

“Yes, Ari. Please. I just want to feel you so close.”

He nodded and ran the head of his cock

up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before perching at your entrance. He kept one hand at his base, the other on your cheek as he looked deeply into your eyes. You felt the bulbous tip breach your entrance, almost with a pop as your tight warmth welcomed Ari.

“Ah, oh, Angel, you’re so tight.” Ari nearly yelped at the feeling of being inside you. You watched as he couldn’t help but let his eyes flutter closed from the overwhelming pleasure. “I’ll take it slow, promise.”

All Ari wanted was for you to enjoy this as much as him, and when he was able to pry his eyes open to see the way your face was contorted, your eyes as sincere and pleading as his, he knew you were. He slowly pushed in further, accompanied by a deep moan from you. Neither of you were virgins by any means, but something about this moment with Ari felt like being born again, straight into delectation.

He pushed another inch in, slowly, and your hands flew to his broad back, nails digging in the muscles that firmly blanketed his scapulas. His hips jumped at the sting, pushing him in to the hilt, causing you both to brace against each other at the fullness and all encompassing warmth.

His head dipped into crook of your neck, breath fanning your collar bone and beard sending tingles through your body as he sucked on the spot that gave you chills.

Your hands ran down his back and to his ass, pulling him in closer to you, if that was even possible.

“Ari, I need you to move.” You felt him nod against you and his hips pulled out only a few inches before rolling back in.

You breathy moans were close to his ear, spurring him on to keep going faster, pulling out farther and pushing in deeper until the warmth from your core began to climb up your body again. He found a rhythm and could feel as your pussy began to clench.

“Duchess, I can feel you’re close. It feels so good. You’re always so good to me.” His praise pulled you that much closer to the edge, hands grasping for purchase across his back, slipping slightly from the thin layer of sweat.

“Fuck, Angel. So tight. It’s okay, you can let go. Let go for me.” Ari needed you to come for him. He needed to feel your body sucking him in, holding him tighter. He pulled his head from your neck to look into your eyes when it happened. He moved his thumb down to your clit, rubbing tight circles and sending you over the cliff you were hanging on.

“Oh god, Ari!” You keened, your ankles locking around his narrow hips as your entire body contracted in ecstasy. Ari wasn’t far behind, the tightness surrounding him causing him to drive his hips all the way forward and spill into the condom. He collapsed over your chest again as he grunted lowly into your ear.

The two of you stayed there for a few minutes as you caught your breaths. He pulled back, his now dry hair draping over the sides of his face and framing yours, making a small world where it was only the two of you. His silky brown locks blocked everything else out. The only thing in existence was your shared gaze, filled with hazy satisfaction and dopey smiles.

Ari leaned down and kissed your lips, and then your forehead before he whispered to you. “I’m going to pull out, okay? You stay here while I go get a washcloth.”

You nodded and gasped as you felt the sensation of the ridges of his dick passing against your walls until you were empty. On instinct you rolled over to your side and closed your legs, still sporadically convulsing from the orgasm. Ari returned and cleaned you up, pulling up the covers and crawling into bed behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you closer.

He kissed you shoulder and muttered. “I’m so happy to have you. I love you so much.”

You turned over and tangled your legs with his, pulling him in for a lazy, filthy kiss. “I love you, and I’m the luckiest person in the world. Or more like, my whole world was just in me.”

You winked at Ari as his shoulders bounced in laughter at your ridiculous statement. You were drunk in happiness, but neither of you would have it any other way. You slung your arm around his waist and nestled deeply into his chest, a satisfied smile on your face.

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Bonus A/N: as Paris Hilton says, “that’s hot”

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bird of prey (tendou x reader)

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Pairing: Tendou x Reader, Bokuto x Reader

Series Summary: Satori Tendou is your best friend, but you fuck for fun.

Chapter Title: Act I, Scene 1 — Play Like Lovers

Chapter Summary: Satori likes your current arrangement. You're friends, arguably the best of friends, and sometimes you fuck. Well, it's more than sometimes. Like rabbits, really.

Chapter Content Warnings: afab!reader, college au, friends with benefits, no strings attached, angst, oral sex (m!receiving), teasing, bokuto is in this too, ushijima mentions, mentions of breeding, mentions of pregnancy, slowish burn (?) they're already fucking tho so romantically speaking, teasing, dirty talk

Word Count: 6.7k

A/N: i missed tendou and ended up deciding to write this. i don't have any chapters prewritten so updates will likely be slow, but im trying out a new thing so bear with me. it's probably better read on ao3, but im posting it here too. formatting is the bane of my existence. enjoy <3

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Satori likes the cold. He always has. He likes the bite of it. The way it makes his skin feel when he’s been standing outside long enough that the cold begins to feel hot across his cheeks.

There’s a certain solitude to winter that Satori appreciates. It’s as if the world has had a blanket thrown over it and everything becomes muffled and quiet. Sometimes winter makes Satori feel like he’s on another planet, floating through a silent universe in a perpetual winter. He especially feels this way when it snows. He loves the world when it’s like this, calm and quiet and so hazy that he can’t see the street sign a block down. 

Satori blinks winter from his eyes, furrowing his eyebrows as they begin to water to fight the cold. He inhales, tucking his hands further into his puffy jacket as the crisp air fills his lungs. It’s a quiet night. The first snowy one of the season, and snowflakes fall like little diamonds onto a thinly coated sidewalk. 

He doesn’t have a particular destination in mind. Satori is just wandering, savoring the feel of the evening as he strolls through his neighborhood. There are a scant few people outside. It's a weeknight and the neighborhood surrounding campus is eerily quiet in these small hours of the morning. Only the occasional drunk or a couple loved up and leaning on one another, their hands intertwined in the pockets of one of their coats. 

Tendou thinks that he could only become one of those two options. The drunk seems to have far less to worry about, stumbling across the sidewalk before coming to a stop on a slanted curve and letting his head fall onto his crossed arms. Not that Satori would want to be him. Don’t get him wrong. He’s not judging. How one man lives his life is absolutely none of Satori’s business and, in the same way he prefers people don’t mind what he does, he won’t mind what the neighborhood drunk does. Still, on a sliding scale of difficulty, the drunk seems to—for the moment—have it easier in Satori’s eyes. Only one person to worry about. 

It’s nearing three in the morning and the world has taken on an eerily slanted feel to it. Satori likes the world like this, calm and quiet. No one to talk to or worry about, only the sound of his boots against the thin layer of snow. There’s no crunch, as it hasn’t stuck yet, but if it keeps snowing like this, Satori thinks that it might. He looks forward to it, tilting his head up toward the sky and feeling the soft sting of bitter cold snow as it falls on his cheeks. 

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Teeth, tongue, the press of your body arching up to meet his. It’s hot today, the way you move. Rushed like you’re trying to get something done. Music plays quietly from your computer on the desk and your hands fumble blindly around his body, eyes screwed shut as you let your tongue explore the inside of his mouth. 

“You’re eager,” he coos, detaching himself from your lips. 

“Sh, sh, sh,” you mumble, pulling him back down to you by the back of his neck and delivering a sloppy kiss. “Keep your voice down.” 

“Why?” He asks back, still connected at the lips. 

“My housemates don’t know you’re here,” you answer, pushing on his shoulders. 

Tendou gives in, letting you turn him over on the bed so that his back is against your headboard. You settle over his hips evenly, placing yourself like you belong there. He wouldn’t be surprised if you felt that way. This is regular enough that you end up like this a lot. Straddling his thighs with your hands on either side of his face. 

You tilt your head, kissing your way down his jaw. Your lips press onto the side of his neck and he can feel the way your tongue darts out to taste the salt on his neck. Your hands roam freely up the other side of his neck and across the back of his head, almost like you can’t feel enough of him fast enough. They raised goosebumps along his skin, teasing the parts your mouth isn’t touching.

“And I don’t really want them to find out,” you say into his neck. Tendou feels the hum in his collarbone and shutters. 

“And why’s that?” He breathes out, his lithe fingers coming up to pull your hips down against him. Tendou figures that if you’re going to rock your hips back and forth like that, you might as well do it like you mean it. 

“They’ll give me shit for hooking up with you all the time instead of getting a real date,” you answer through your breathing. “Something about self respect.” 

Tendou leans his head back against the headboard, looking at you over the tops of his cheeks. You’ve pulled up his shirt and your body is curled over itself, your mouth smearing down his heaving chest as far as your posture will let it go.

He supposes that’s fair. 

“Suppose you haven’t told them that the no strings attached thing is mutual?” He teases, tilting his head to the side to let you continue to kiss at his neck. 

He slides his fingers under the fabric of your sleep shirt, cool fingertips hitting your warm back. Tendou presses his palm flat on your lower back and you shiver away from him, pushing your chest up against his. He likes the way you move. Something about it scratches an itch he’s got. Like watching marbles in a chain reaction. 

“I have,” you say, reaching between the two of you to undo his pants. Tendou slips his fingers into the waistband of your sweatpants, cupping your ass in his hands. “They just don’t believe me.” 

“Hah,” he laughs, tilting his chin forward to kiss you again. He likes the way you taste. “That’s funny.” 

“Ugh, can we like,” you pull away from him, your eyes glazed over and your eyebrows furrowed. You keep one hand on the back of his neck, the other splayed on his chest and Tendou idly rolls the fat of your ass across his fingertips.

“Can we like, what?” He imitates through a grin, tilting his head. “Not talk about this?” You say, rolling your hips. “Because I really want to fuck you right now and it’s sort of killing my vibe.” 

Tendou chuckles at the way you drop your head and roll your hips against him, tipping his head back again as he lets out a low groan. 

“If it means we get to fuck then sure thing,” he drawls, guiding your hips over his crotch by the fat of your ass.

You groan, exposing the hollow of your throat to him as you lean backwards. Tendou leans up to meet you, placing his lips near your pulse point. He bites down on your neck lightly and savors the slight gasp you let out, salving the ache with a quick swipe of his tongue. You cling to him like velcro, rocking your hips over his hardened cock through your clothes. It’s so desperate that it’s almost juvenile, though you’re both well past the phase of being too prudish to not take them off. 

He sighs, sliding his hands from your ass and up your back. He cups your shoulders around your body, letting you move your hips against him. Tendou finds that he likes to let you do what you want. There’s really nothing you can’t take from him and as far as he’s concerned, nothing’s off limits. He’s playing a game and right now, letting you win is the most interesting option.

You reach between them to pick up where you left off, fumbling in his pants to palm at him over his boxers, still rocking your hips against the inside of your wrist. Satori groans lightly at the weight of your hand. He likes it. His dick just fucking fits. 

You slide your hand back and forth, teasing him the way that you know he likes it. God, in moments like these, Satori is convinced that you’re perfect. You and that perfect body, that perfect fucking pussy. All of it just sort of clicks. 

The sexual chemistry between the two of you is palpable. It really always has been. Even when the two of you swore up and down that you were just friends, Satori knew that eventually you’d fuck. And of course, he was right. Months later and here he is, leaning up against your headboard after sneaking in through the window while you give him an over-the-boxers handjob that feels better than what he can do to himself for some reason. 

You need it almost every night, and if it isn’t every night, it’s at least three times a week. You’re always together anyways, might as well throw some heavy petting into the mix while you’re at it. That’s just as well with Tendou. Personally, he’s always willing to fuck you if you need it. Especially when you need it. You just get this pretty look in your eye. It’s a lot like the one you’re wearing now, mouth slightly open as you free him from his boxers and swipe the precum from the tip of his dick with your thumb. Satori shudders. It’s perfect. 

“If you’re going to fuck me, you should just do it,” he says, his face contorting slightly as you grip his cock in your hand and begin to shift backward between his legs. 

“Shut up,” you retort, looking at him through your lashes. “I know you love this shit.” 

“Yeah, fuck-” he groans as you take the tip of him into your mouth. “You’re right. I love a tease.” 

Good conversation. Good sex. A good friend. There’s really nothing more he could ask for. 

Satori brushes the hair from your face, holding it back on your forehead so that he can see the way your mouth takes him in. It’s soft and warm and you hollow your cheeks around his cock in a way that drives him insane. You look so pretty down there. So giving and malleable. And get this, you do it because you like it. God, how fucking sexy. 

He likes the way you look from this angle, your eyebrows knitted together and your ass up in the air. He can see the way you rub your thighs together, small pulses that tell him that when he finally gets down there, you’re going to be soaked. You feel good too. Soft skin, soft mouth. 

Satori lets out a groan, reaching forward to play with the meat of your ass. He kneads the skin there, rubbing his thumb back and forth against it as if he were just trying to feel it. It hides your face from him for a moment and Satori is sad for the loss, but your ass is soft and giving and you push it back against his hand like you like the way he touches you. Of course you do, Satori only touches you in ways he knows you’re going to like. It gets him off. 

You swirl your tongue around his cock, your other hand gripping the base of him and moving along with your mouth. When you do try to take him all the way in, you cough lightly around it, raising your head to catch your breath before lowering your mouth back down. His lower stomach ties itself into knots. That familiar swell begins to mount in him and his muscles tense against his will. Your mouth works him until that slow moving wave pushes against whatever barrier it needs to break for him to finish. 

You stop before he gets to cum and Satori feels that swell of pleasure recede into the back of his gut. He pouts momentarily, his chest heaving as you discard your sweatpants and crawl back over him. 

Satori places his hand over your cunt like it's a habit. He rubs over your slick folds with four fingers, evening applying pressure across your whole pussy because he knows that it frustrates you. In response, you let out an exasperated groan and grind down against his hand. That only makes it better when he finally centers in on your clit, two fingers dipped between your lips to rubbing at the throbbing bud. 

He plays with it for a moment, moving his fingers in a continuous circle. You’re so wet that Satori doesn’t even need to lick his fingers, but he does anyway because he wants to taste you. Slowly, he raises them to his lips and sucks your pleasure off of them, eyeing you while he does so. Then, he places his other hand on your chin and gently forces your mouth open, sliding his two fingers across your tongue. 

The muscle gives under the weight of his fingers. Pleasantly, delightfully, you let him mold you. You let him open your mouth further and stick them deeper—all the way into the warm, wet back of your mouth—until you gag around them. It’s an awful sound. Wet and desperate and it leaves you panting when he pulls them out, but Satori likes you messy. He likes you when you’re drooling for it, saliva pooling under your tongue for just a taste of what he gives you. 

Don’t get him wrong, it’s not a power trip thing. It’s borne out of pure fascination. Like the way scientists like to study molecules, Satori likes to study you. You’re interesting to him. The first to follow through on sex only being sex because Satori—well, Satori fucks you like he loves you. And he loves that you don’t get caught up in it. 

You’re desperate for it today. Satori can tell because you don’t even let him finger you before you’re guiding the tip of his cock to your entrance. 

“What? No condom?” He drawls through a sly grin. 

“Not tonight,” you pant, screwing your eyes shut. Satori’s hands move to your hips, squeezing the fat there and admiring its delightful give. “Don’t have one.” 

“What ever happened to safe sex?” He says through gritted teeth, craning his neck forward to get a good view. 

“You worried you gonna get me pregnant?” you give a breathy laugh, sinking all the way down on him. 

“Depends, you gonna let me finish inside?” he asks through a locked jaw as he feels the warmth of you envelop him. 

“Fuck no,” you say, beginning to move your hips. 

Satori inhales through his teeth, leaning backwards and holding you by the hips. You take the lead tonight, rolling your hips forward with slow, almost calculated, flicks. He guides you, his fingers gripping at the side of your ass, pulling it apart as best he can. He likes the way it feels when he holds you like this and wonders briefly what it looks like from the back when he lets you fuck him like this. 

The music from your laptop is drowned out by the quiet sounds of your breathing. The only thing Satori really hears is the both of you, stifling moans to prevent your housemates from figuring out what you’re up to. He grits his teeth. 

Satori has always been on the more vocal side of things. Talking, moaning, laughing, things like that. This though, this is hot too. Like this, he can hear every little change in your breathing. He can hear every time he hits that particularly sensitive spot inside of you. Shit, he can even hear his own breathing, labored and low and mirroring your desperation like you’re both cut from the same cloth. 

He loves being inside of you. It’s comfortable. It always feels good in a way Satori has found is hard to come by. You’ve got a good pussy and an even better attitude about it. 

When you get close, you always take in a sharp and fast inhale. It’s like a tell. Something that gives away just how good you feel. Satori loves the sound of it. Sometimes, he’ll edge you three or four times just to hear it, just to savor that sweet intake of breath. Tonight though, he’s going to let you have it easy. You deserve to have it easy tonight, as desperate as you are, and this is fun for him too. This position makes it easy to feel just how tight you get when you’re close, pussy clamping down around him at a fast interval even with the upward pumps of his hips. 

He’s too impatient to let you fuck him on your own. Satori lets you have it your way, but he wants it his way too, accenting the roll of your hips with subtle pumps. He grips your hips, his fingers sinking delightfully into the fat there and holds you at a good enough angle to fuck. The weight of your breath comes heavy, that little accent and then a slow crawl from your lungs. You shudder, mouth falling open. And Satori, well Satori watches. In fascination, in awe, in sheer pleasure. 

“Oh shit,” you breathe, glancing at him. “Yeah, yeah.” 

Oh, he loves that. Those little nothings that you babble when you’re breathless and climbing towards that high. Satori can’t get enough of it. Your voice, the cadence of it, how heavy it sounds on your tongue when you force out the sex-laced words. 

You crumble quickly. It’s almost desperate the way you push your hands onto his chest and let your head fall forward, cunt clenching down hard around him as you stop the roll of your hips to shudder. Your thighs press harshly against Satori’s sides and he digs his fingers into your hips to keep from cumming inside of you. That’d be pretty bad, though he can’t say that it’s not endlessly tempting. 

You don’t waste a moment pulling yourself off of him, wrapping your hand around is cum-slicked cock and beginning to pump. You squeeze the head of it and Satori lets out a low groan. God, you’re being so quick about this that it would almost be jarring if Satori didn’t find it so fucking hot. You’re like… desperate for it. Christ, he thinks he’s gonna cum. 

“Can I finish on your face?” He grits out. 

“No,” you reply, teasing him by pressing your thumb over the head of his dick. “On your chest. I like it when you make a mess of yourself.” 

Then, a familiar, teasing smile lights up across your face. Your breath is still heaving and it makes the expression feel more genuine. Satori leans his head back against the headboard eyebrows pulled upwards in his pleasure. 

“You’re fuckin’ sadistic,” he laughs out. 

It’s half a groan, his voice strained and thick with his imminent high. He reaches up to toy with your tits, anything really that he can grab. Satori gets handsy when he’s close and he feels the way pleasure mounts in his lower stomach like water fills a bucket. 

Then, he peaks, his cum spilling out over his chest. Satori makes an effort to muffle his voice when he does, gritting his jaw and squeezing the flesh of your tit as an outlet for the pleasure of it all. The mess he’s made is warm, spilling into the ridges of his abdomen and the soft lines of muscle there.He’ll have to shower again when he gets home. For the moment though, he just watches his chest heave as you let go of his dick and reach to put two of your messy fingers in his mouth. Satori obliges, swirling his tongue around them. 

“Hah, you’re disgusting.” 

“You’re the one who likes it, sweetheart,” he drones, reaching to take some tissues from the nightstand and wipe up his mess. 

“Throw those in the bin,” you say, laying down on your bed as he stands. 

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” 

Satori stretches for a moment, inspecting his clothes to ensure that the mess was minimal. He turns to look at you on the bed. Your eyes are closed, arms above your head with your sleep shirt riding up on your body, revealing a small glimpse of your fleshy stomach. God, he almost wants to fuck you again. 

“Move over,” he says, bullying his way into the bed next to you. 

“Fine, but you can’t stay for long,” you reply, lifting your head and putting it back down on his chest. You face the ceiling, picking at your nails. “I gotta shower and finish up a paper.” 

“You have a paper to finish but you called me over to fuck?” 

“Duh,” you reply. “Needed some sort of stress relief.” 

“Most people just eat a bowl of cereal or something,” he says through a smile, his lips curling up in the corners. 

You huff and roll your eyes, letting out a short and genuine laugh. “Whatever, you just can’t stay too long, ‘kay?” 

“You got it,” he chuckles, rolling his eyes lightly. 

Satori tucks his arm under his head, watching your ceiling fan as it spins in circles. He hates the ceiling in your room. You’ve got popcorn ceilings, something that Satori is particularly disdainful of. It’s why he likes having you over at his place, with its smooth and well painted walls. Plus, you can fuck as loud as you want and there’ll be no one there in the morning to hound you both over it. 

You can’t stay for long. 

He never really understood why you always tell him that. Even without it, Satori never really does. 

—

Satori’s morning routine isn’t really a routine at all. On days where he has nothing to do, he rolls out of bed at whatever time he pleases. Sometimes that’s 12 in the afternoon and other times that’s 5:30 in the morning. 

He tries his best to avoid early morning classes. Truthfully, he tries his best to avoid classes at all, but hey, when you’re getting a degree, that’s not really an option. Satori’s been relatively successful in that endeavor, keeping most of his class schedule well within the 11 am to 4 pm range, except for one pesky little discussion. Once a week, on Tuesdays, Satori has to drag himself out of bed and be in the classroom at 8 am sharp. 

It’s not that he isn’t driven, or isn’t a morning person. Satori just isn’t a rules person, which doesn’t exactly function well within a societal structure. There are always rules. Ones that tell you when to cross the road, where to park your car, when to be somewhere or when not to be somewhere. The fact that he has to get up early on Tuesdays makes him needlessly resistant to getting up, even if he’s awake already. 

Satori blinks away sleep in the quiet of his room. He’s woken up about fifteen minutes before his 6:50 alarm and now stares blankly at the ceiling with his arms tucked behind his head. What a drag, getting up like this and going immediately into the daily slog, not that anything can be done about it. 

He inhales, preparing himself to sit up, before actually doing so. His muscles scream at him, sore with sleep and aching for a good stretch which he gladly obliges with a loud yawn. Cartoonish, almost. Satori laughs to himself as he pulls his body from the bed. 

His room is messy. Clothes are strewn about haphazardly across the floor and various items that he’d picked up to mess around with are out of place. He exhales, shaking his head a little bit and telling himself that he’ll clean it when he gets back. It’s not that he minds the mess. In fact, Satori likes a little organized mess. Like what you and him are doing. That’s messy in the most delightful way. But right now, his room is a little too messy, verging on the precipice of dirty, which Satori hates. 

He tosses on a soft, long-sleeved t-shirt. It’s the kind of shirt that he’s had for a long while, the ones that feel smooth on his skin. The fabric is so worn that it falls over him almost like tissue paper and he loves the feeling. His black jeans are hanging over the back of his desk chair and he grabs them quickly, shrugging them on over his hips with two quick steps and a pull. The ink on them is faded and though they started their life black, they are now almost a dark gray and look even lighter at the knees and backs of the thighs. He thinks he’ll have to get a new pair soon. Gray doesn’t look as nice with other colors as black does. 

The sink in his bathroom is nearly empty, save for one single face wash, his toothbrush, and some toothpaste. He uses all of them in that order, hardly glancing up to look at himself in the mirror except to fix his scraggly long hair. He fiddles with it for a moment, running his fingers through minor tangles that worked themselves into his hair while he slept, before deciding that it looks good enough. The rest of it will sort itself out during the day and fall flat. 

His dish is in the sink from the night before and he briefly loads it into the dishwasher and runs it, chiding himself mentally with an eye roll for not doing it the night before. There’s always a 50/50 chance in the morning that Satori has forgotten to run the dishwasher and it antagonizes him as much as anything can antagonize Satori, which really isn’t much. 

There’s a black puffer jacket hanging by the door of his modest apartment. It’s a size too big for him, but it’s warm and looks nice on his figure, so he sees no use in telling his mother that she’d gotten the wrong size. It was a gift from her at the beginning of the winter season last year, along with a hat that Satori never wears. The jacket, at the very least, gets some use on account of it suiting his own personal style. 

He’s grateful for it when he steps outside of his apartment, shrugging it closer to him as the familiar bite of winter rushes up and under his skin. The sun has only just risen and the world is cast in a familiar orange, pink, and purple glow that makes it feel like a painting. Satori doesn’t mind being out in the world when it’s still asleep. Especially not in the early morning hours just before the sun comes up, when the world is cast in blue as if it were covered in film. Today though, it’s late enough that the world is now wide awake and the bustle of it gives Satori a headache. 

He passes businessmen on their way to work, girls in school uniforms rushing to make it through the gate of their school on time, their loafers smacking the floor with a delightful and intrusive clicking sound. His campus is only a few blocks away, around two corners and a straight shot until he hits the main building. He got lucky with his apartment’s location and sacrificed nice amenities for its proximity to his classes. The apartment itself may be crap, but Satori finds it worthwhile for how near it is to the things he cares about. That, and it doesn’t have popcorn ceilings, thank god. 

The snow hasn’t stuck yet, which means that the sidewalk is damp with melting ice as the sun begins to warm the pavement beneath it. His shoes will get damp like this. The converse do little to repel the water, instead soaking it in like a sponge. He’s careful to avoid puddles, but should he hit one, Satori won’t dwell. They’ll dry at some point. 

He can see the school up ahead. Satori isn’t really a fan of the building style. They’re stuffy and a bit reminiscent of the industrial buildings just outside of the Sendai city limits, but Tohoku University is a good school and Satori thinks it would have been a waste to not accept his admission. As the buildings grow closer, Satori can see the bodies of students wandering. Some talk in small groups and others, the more independent of them, walk hurriedly to their classes with heavy backpacks slung over both shoulders. Their backs curl forward a little, feeling the pressure of the weight.

Right through the quad, through the double doors, and up to the second floor. That’s the path Satori needs to take to get to his classroom, though he’s about 10 minutes early. He pauses just outside of the building, tilting his head to the side as he spots a familiar silhouette. A smile creeps onto his face, lips curling in the corners as he recognizes you. 

You’re having a conversation with someone, though Satori can’t quite make out who exactly it is. They’re standing partially behind one of the trees, their broad figure concealed by the trunk of it. As he approaches, he recognizes the other person to be Bokuto Koutarou, one of the core members of the university’s volleyball team. What an odd pair to be seen together, and so early in the morning too. Then, Bokuto leans down and pecks you on the cheek and Satori is more confused than he’s been in a while. When did you get close? When did you start seeing him? 

A pit forms in his stomach, though not the kind he’s familiar with. Messy, messy. 

“Bokuto, huh?” he says as he approaches behind you, watching with you as the other man walks away. “When did you and him get so… close.” He drags out the last word, hissing out the S through a small smile. 

“That,” you start, “is none of your business. It just sort of happened.” 

Satori gives you a coy smile, tilting his head in your direction. 

“Does he know?” He questions genuinely. 

“Know what?” 

“About us,” he croons, leaving no room for misinterpretation. 

You give him a pointed glance, an eyebrow raised. He knows the look. It’s the one you give him when he’s said something stupid or far too obvious. 

“We,” you emphasize, “are friends.” 

“Oh yeah,” he nods, tucking his hands into his pockets and leaning back as he follows your step. “We’re really good friends. And we fuck for fun.” 

You laugh. It’s a shrill laugh, and totally comfortable. He can’t see an ounce of tension in your shoulders and they’re relaxed in the way they usually are when the two of you speak. Satori looks down at you over the tops of his cheeks and a sly grin spreads across his face. 

“Well,” you say, though it seems to not have any real purpose in your sentence. It’s almost like an admittance that he’s right, which he knows he is. “What does it matter if he knows, anyway? What’s there to know?” 

Satori stops walking, his hands buried deep into his pockets. His head hangs forward and his jaw is open in faux confusion. The strain in his neck posing like this is worth the smile you give him, he thinks. 

“That we fuck,” he states, saying it almost as if it’s a shock to him as well. 

You stop to  roll your eyes and Satori quite likes the way that the expression looks on you. Fed up, but pleasantly so. It gives your features a somewhat light, carefree sense. You look away from him for a moment, almost as if to accentuate just how nonsensical his manner of speaking is, before looking at his face and narrowing your eyes. You size him up and then give a small grin, almost mischievous in nature. 

“He suspects,” you say. “But it doesn’t seem like he thinks too hard about it. I think he might if we were like… ex’s or romantically involved, but we’re not, so,” you shrug your shoulders. “Besides, it’s not serious enough for him to mind yet.” 

“Yet?” Satori raises his eyebrows and gives you an incredulous smile. 

Despite his demeanor, he feels something odd. It’s almost like his stomach is about to drop, and an unsettling feeling of dread begins to loom over him. You turn to look at him over your shoulder, impossibly pretty eyes giving him a very square look in the face.

“Yet,” you confirm, your tone a bit sharp as if to warn him that he’s stepping too close to the line. 

He’s not sure what he’s done to warrant that kind of reaction. Satori thought that he’d come off rather disconnected, aloof in the way that your agreement is, but it’s entirely possible that he’d sounded insecure. He furrows his brows at you, almost like he’s confused himself, and then shrugs in a non committal way. 

“Right,” he says, beginning to spin on his heel in an exaggerated manner. “Well, you have fun with Mr. Center-Of-Campus,” he smiles, continuing his sentence,” and I… will be going to my photography lab discussion.” 

“You do that,” you laugh, putting up a hand to wave. “I’ll catch you later.” 

“I’m sure you will,” he says, to which you respond by giving him a tired look and a shrug, like you’re admitting to the implication that you just can’t go without it. It being whatever the hell kind of sexual relationship exists between you two. 

Neither he nor you turns behind to glance at the other. Satori starts off back in his original direction and you dip into the building next to his. He’s sure that if he looked, you’d have your fingers looped through the straps of your backpack, probably greeting someone or other that you know on campus. 

You’re popular in a way that Satori isn’t. Truthfully, Satori is more notorious than liked and people know him for his strange, roundabout way of speaking and the knowing look in his eye. It doesn’t bother him to think that. He’s heard the way people talk about him, either directly from you or from walking up to a conversation a few moments too early. It doesn’t suit anyone to pretend that he doesn’t know and he doesn’t really mind knowing. It helps to weed out the people he wants to be around versus the people he doesn’t.

You, however, are very well liked. Sociable and blunt in your way of speaking. People like being around you, not just because you’re easy to look at, but because you’ve got a casual demeanor about yourself that makes people feel unjudged and at ease. It’s actually one of the first things that Satori had ever noticed about you, the way that you settle into a conversation as if you’d always been meant to be a part of it. No need to switch subjects or guide it to a more suitable position, you seem to blend effortlessly into social scenes, whether you notice it or not. Maybe it’s because you’re very true to yourself. You don’t recognize yourself as a perfect person and, as a result, you never hold the expectation that someone else should be perfect. 

Satori thinks you’re like-minded in that way, though his interpretation of other people’s flaws is more rooted in his treatment by others. People are quick to judge and in all his years of being judged, Satori has just come to accept that that’s the way things are and he can’t blame humans for simply being human. Still though, he has the same idea that people’s flaws aren’t a reason for judgment. They just… exist and that’s fine. 

He slides into a desk along the wall, quickly glancing around the room at the people who have already filed in. He’s only a few minutes early and most of his class are already in their seats with their cameras on their desk. Satori doesn’t know many people in this discussion and the majority of his class is either made up of girls that are too afraid to introduce themselves, or pretentious boys who spend too much time thinking about what tortured artists they are and too little time on the actual composition of their photos. 

He wishes that Ushiwaka had been able to take this class with him. Satori had suggested that he try to enroll at the beginning of the spring semester, but with the class being an upper division, Ushiwaka didn’t have the previous coursework to be able to do it. Besides, Wakatoshi isn’t really in school for the classes, but rather because he’d been scouted by the campus’ volleyball team to play for them and Wakatoshi had gone because it was a good opportunity to get into the professional division. In that sense, Satori feels that he’s falling behind his friend. After all, Wakatoshi knows what he wants, but Satori only knows what he likes. 

This class is pretty irritating. Not just because he has to get up and leave for it at the asscrack of dawn, but also because he feels that the discussions lack any real insight. Every week, they’re expected to upload their photos onto their computers and bring them to class, then, they spend the entire hour going around and discussing goals for the project and what could be improved with their current techniques. It would be useful if Satori didn’t find that so many people half-assed their photos the day before and then brought them in with some made up philosophy on why the snow in the crack of the sidewalk symbolizes their incessant need for human connection. 

He doesn’t think this way because he’s innocent of half-assing. In fact, Satori half-asses a lot. Sometimes because he can’t be bothered and other times because he finds the work less valuable than something else he could be doing. Still, he likes taking pictures and this is a class centered entirely on developing a personal work portfolio. It’s easy for him to do the assignments because it’s essentially what he does in his free time anyway, so there are times when he feels that maybe these people just don’t care too much about school at all. That’s a fine thought to have, he thinks. Most artists think like that in some way or another. 

Satori wonders if it’s the same in your major. Do literature students phone it in and do you find it irritating? He thinks you probably aren’t bothered by it if they do. It wouldn’t be in your nature to get worked up over the actions of others. You hardly even get worked up over your own actions and he thinks it would be weird to see you get in your head over someone else. 

He sits through his class though, explaining the photo he’d taken of you in the early morning after you’d spent the whole evening talking and touching each other. Your face is obscured and your belly is pressed down against the mattress. It’s really only an off centered photo of your back, displaying the lovely curve of it against the crumpled white bed sheets and a bit of your hair. There may not be anything special about the photo to anyone else, but Satori remembers how badly he’d wanted to photograph you then. 

Intimacy is pleasant to him in small doses. He likes to play pretend when it comes to loving and he’ll touch you like he loves you, let you touch him like you do, but Satori doesn’t ever think he’ll do it for real. At least not right now when he is so consumed by catching up to his peers in some arbitrary way. Still, the picture is a pleasant reminder to him that intimacy exists even in the most mundane of moments. Arguably, it is most present in them. 

He doesn’t say all of this to his class though and someone describes the photo as almost pornographic, which he supposes that it is. It gives the impression of two people just after they’ve gone to bed together and he laughs to himself because that’s exactly what it is. Satori just shrugs his shoulders at the comment. That’s just about what your physical relationship to each other is, isn’t it? Almost pornographic in nature, indulging in each other the way lovers might without ever stopping to think if romantic love factors into the actions at all.

[qsmplover]

Hello! I adored the Headcanons you wrote about Q!Cellbit and the short fluffy one you did for quackity! Can you write a little hurt/confort for Reader x Q!Cellbit, for the time cucorucho killed him with the chainsaw?

Hi, loves!! So so sooo sorry for disapearing like that! I got enrolled into some errands and had to let it go of some of my dreams [Like starting an "Only art Tumblr", this tumblr and another one that was fully "others midias"] If you guys want to, I can retweet one of my drawings of my other account [when I got courage to post it] In a way or another, I'm back and ready to write to all of you!! So less go!! And also, thank you for the request and for liking my work!! <3

Q!Cellbit x Reader.

Plot: When everyone was thinking that he was weird and not supporting him enough... There was you. Genre: Fluffy/Comfort. Relationship: It can be read as Platonic or Romantic. TW: Has mentions of cannibalism and killing!

Demon. That's what that thing was. A creature that was doing this in order to make him go insane, a creature that was doing this to keep him out of service… He hated it. He hated how it reminded him about those years. Yes… He remembers well how he got into that prison, how his sick and twisted mind worked, what he did to go to that prison… How ironic it was that this looked exactly like what he did to someone there.

He was running from Cucurucho, that thing was carrying its weapon - a chainsaw - and even after the “dream”, he swears he could still hear it. And, when he was “awake”, his first instinct was to scream. He got up from that bed in one second, with his hand at his heart and almost taking his sword to try to kill whatever brought him to this place… Until he noticed it: It was your place.

You came running at the door, opening with a kick and with a iron sword in hands, you screamed: “WHO THE FUCK IS MESSING WITH MA BOY??? SHOW UP-” Looking around with a brave expression… You noticed that there was no one except for Cellbit there. He seemed to calm down a bit, breathing in and out heavily while he let it out a chuckle. “You sure are my knight...” He joked while he pointed at how you were fully dressed with the iron armor. Until he noticed it... You could be in danger if Cucurucho was there with you two “It was… Just m- Wait- Where is he??? Where’s that bear?! CARALHO! CADÊ ESSE URSO BRANCO DO CARALHO!” You knew - from what the others brazilians taught you or because portuguese was your first language - that he said "Fuck! Where’s that fucking white bear?" “White bear?” You asked a bit confused “Are you talking about Cucurucho? What happened?” You got closer to Cellbit, touching his hand sweetly and looking into his eyes. “Tell me, what did you see?” “Ugh- I mean… It was some nights ago, he… Killed me with a chainsaw. Since then, I have been having nightmares about that… Bear and that stupid chainsaw.” You touched his face, he didn’t notice it at first but you were wiping his tears. “That- Stupid bear… The favela thought that I was ‘dreaming the whole time’, but I SWEAR! I swear I remember dying by his hands…” “Sh, sh, sh… Breath, darling.” You remind him “Now, look… I believe you. That bear didn’t sit right with me, y’know? Now I have a reason to not trust it.” Holding one of his hands while wiping his tears with another, you smiled a bit ��Would you want a coffe and to hear some music? It may make you feel well… If you want to, you can sleep here too, I will protect you from that bear!” The words you said were too powerful to someone like Cellbit.

He was accustomed to be the one who was feared, not the one who was loved… He cheated, killed and eaten the ones who loved/trusted him… Only Felps was able to understand his twisted mind, only Felps knew about how and WHY he changed.

But now, looking at you, he sees another reason to change. He sees another reason to be a better person, you were so kind… So understanding, he held you tightly in a hug, you could hear his soft cries saying “Thank you” in portuguese. You smiled a bit, only hugged him back while letting him cry his heart out on your shoulder.

[thearunadragon]

where are even all the dinosaurs coming from

like

did Eragon just find a place with a ton of dinosaurs and then just decided to bring them back or something?

anyway, Brachiosaurus next?

I have no idea. My greatest guess is that Angela is be-bopping them in from another realm to mess with our heads. And that is my childhood favorite dinosaur! :D

How Inheritance Cycle Characters Would React To Seeing A Dinosaur, Part Seven: Brachiosaurus!

ERAGON: *glances rapidly between stegosaurus and brachiosaurus* “Fred, you have a FRIEND? What’d you stretch him for?!” He is absolutely amazed and WILL be climbing that neck like a fruckin’ coconut tree.

SAPHIRA: Y U SO LONGH, BOI- *stretches wings REAAAAAALLY far to look bigger and regain her Rider’s attention*

MURTAGH: Ah. My old nemesis. Vertebrae. *Neck pops, unclear whose*

THORN: Well, I don’t thiOOOOOOOOOOO WHAT IN THE— THIS ELASTIC LUMP HAD BETTER LIKE, DORITOS, MURTAGH, OR SO HELP ME—

NASUADA: Is now adapting to her unfortunately situation. Rides from place to place on its head. This is her life now. The ground is for losers.

ORIK: “Hm. Almost as long as your list of groceries from market, my dear Hvedra. …I revoke my words, DON’T KILL M-“

Unnamed crashing sounds are heard in the palace. Causes unknown. Many spatulas remain lying upon the throne room floor with a sad and neglected strand of what was once a beard, now singed with the hellfire of Hvedra’s idea of playful wrath.

ARYA: “Are our pines long enough for that? Yes? No? Cucumbers might— no? Okay.”

FÍRNEN: *imitates neck* Stretchy :3

HROTHGAR: (Extremely drunk) “I have a better beard, ya lengthy sh*t!” (Cackling deviously)

Orik: (In terrible likeness of Hrothgar) “LAngUage—“

UVEK: [In the voice of a bear with cigarettes] WHEEEEEEEEEEE

Angela: “I’ve seen longer, Roy. Really. You should talk to the neck doctor.” Roy: OUEOEUUUUUEH? Angela: “Yes that one. With the dugout that smells vaguely of death? …Of course it’s safe!”

Part Eight

[faytelumos]

It's Cold Outside…

Villain shivered constantly, violently, unceasingly. They sat on the thick rug, wrapped in the thicker quilt, their back to the fire rumbling in the hearth. There was a tumbler of hot chocolate in their hands, and curse the damned thing for being too insulated to warm their stinging fingers.

The cabin door opened again, and Villain closed their eyes tightly. Hero clomped in in their stupid winter boots, stomping the snow off and closing the door loudly behind them. Villain couldn't even flinch between their awful shivers.

Hero pulled off their mittens, and their loud footsteps thumped over to Villain. Villain huffed when they felt the hot, burning hands touch their face. It was almost overwhelming, and Villain couldn't hold onto the pained whimper in their throat. Hero pulled away.

"Shivering again," they commented. Villain opened their eyes, glaring up at their savior. "That's good." Villain sneered. Good. This wasn't good. This was painful as Hell. Every single muscle in their body refused to calm the Hell down and they were being acquainted with the sensation of full-body cramps.

"You t-tell m-me it's-s-s good," Villain struggled, "when hy-hy-you c-can't stop sh-shaking." God, this was frustrating. Hero just grinned.

"Talking again, too, even better."

"Piss-s off," Villain spat. Hero just smiled at them, then clomped into the next room. Villain squeezed their eyes shut, huddling further into the quilt that smelled so strongly of the enemy, laying their fingers on the warm lid of the hot chocolate.

Hero spent the next God-knew how long in the kitchen, making various cooking noises and humming some song Villain could almost recognize. Villain couldn't even think straight, just focusing on staying curled up, on the stinging of their toes, the wonderful, wonderful heat spread across their back. If they could sleep they would; they were exhausted. But they were in too much pain, and they were too cold.

Funny, since the cold almost put them to sleep an hour ago.

Eventually, Hero came back into the room. Villain opened their eyes and looked up, their breathing coming out in stuttering whispers. Hero sat down on the floor in front of Villain, so close their knee poked into the quilt. They set a steamy bowl of soup on the floor and lifted a spoon out of it, bobbing it softly to stop its dripping, then lifted it with a hand cupped below to Villain's mouth.

Villain glared hard into Hero's face.

"N-not on your l-life," Villain hissed. Hero raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, then how about on yours?" Villain tried to sneer. Hero rolled their eyes. "You're burning tons of calories shivering like this," Hero said. "You need to eat."

"I n-need to l-l-leave," Villain growled. Hero sighed sharply, putting the spoon back into the bowl and glaring. Villain flinched, but it was thankfully muddled among the shivering.

"I will chain you down if you try to leave," Hero threatened. They were somber now. Their expression was cold. It didn't look right on them.

Villain looked down at the bowl. There was twenty miles of three-foot snow in all directions. They didn't really want to go back outside, now or ever. It would be much nicer to stay curled up in this blanket in front of the fire.

Villain scowled off to the side. Hero lifted the spoon again, back to their soft, concerned expression. Villain tenuously opened their mouth, and Hero carefully slid the spoon in. It was a little hot, but it tasted delicious. Villain's teeth chattered slightly as they closed their lips around the spoon, and Hero carefully drew it out, tipping it up as they did to let Villain keep all of the broth.

It took forever to eat the soup this way, but Hero never wavered. They just sat on the edge of the pastel pink, bear hide-looking rug and slowly fed Villain spoonful after spoonful of chopped vegetables and chicken. Even when Villain growled when the spoon spilled down their chin, or when they tried to reach for the thing with shaking hands, or when they coughed and choked, Hero calmly dabbed their chin dry with a sleeve, put their burning hot hand over Villain's, or soothingly rubbed their back.

By the time all of the pieces were gone, Villain's shivers had become intermittent. Their toes and fingers were screaming, and they were realizing just how badly their nose hurt, but they still reached for the bowl. Hero helped them, putting the spoon in their own mouth to lift the bowl with both hand into Villain's unsteady grasp. They followed Villain's hold up to their face, ready in case Villain lost their grip, but at least let Villain support the bowl on their own. Villain drank down most of the broth before deciding they were done and lowering the bowl again. Hero took it back, setting the spoon back inside before reaching up to again dry Villain's chin with their sleeve.

"Feeling better?" Hero uttered. Villain glared up at them, pulling the blanket tighter around their shoulders. They considered saying something nasty for a moment.

"My toes are killing me," they mumbled instead. Hero nodded.

"Would you let me check on them?" Villain looked over Hero's face as if there could be a secret motive. But they nodded, leaning back, and Hero carefully helped them set aside the hot chocolate and open up the blanket.

It was thankfully warm in the little cabin, and Villain didn't have to feel a rush of cold air on their almost entirely exposed skin as they gave up their downy cocoon. Hero gently drew out a foot, holding Villain with a soft touch at the bottom of their calf as they inspected their foot. Villain kept their eyes up, too afraid of seeing blue to risk a glance.

"It looks like you'll get to keep all ten piggies," Hero said, right before touching them. Villain hissed, wincing at how much their hand burned. Hero flinched. "Jeez, they're cold as ice," Hero hissed.

"Just cut them off," Villain growled, squeezing their eyes shut. Hero laughed, shifting.

"I don't exactly have the tools for surgery here," they said, gripping Villain by the shoulders, the quilt between them.

"Just give them a good pull," Villain hissed, trying to help as Hero turned them towards the fire. "They'll pop off like icicles at this point." Hero laughed again. The sound of it eased Villain's mind a little.

Hero made sure Villain was facing the fireplace evenly, then crouched down in front of them to wrap the blanket back around their naked shoulders, casting Villain in a shadow. Villain watched, shivering briefly, as Hero tucked everything in except their feet.

"Keeping me modest? Afraid of being tempted?" Hero smirked, looking up to meet Villain's eyes. They shivered again.

"I got a good enough peak earlier," Hero said right before getting up. They stepped away, and Villain instantly felt the heat of the fire on their face and toes.

"Couldn't help yourself?" Villain teased, wriggling their fingers through the blanket to find anywhere to stick their fingers through. Hero shrugged.

"I had been planning to wait until you got sprayed with acid to heroically strip you down," they replied, grinning amusedly. "The opportunity never came." Villain rolled their eyes, still niggling through the blanket's inner defenses. It bothered them a little that Hero was willing to make a joke out of the terrifying moments when Villain thought they were dying as Hero yanked icy clothes off of them. But it was better than Hero getting suddenly serious about it again.

Villain didn't want to think about how miraculous it was that this happened while Hero was visiting their stupid little Fortress of Solitude.

Villain couldn't find a break in the blanket as Hero walked back into the kitchen, so they just reached up out of the hole for their face and turned their palms to the light. Their toes still hurt, but with Hero's lack of concern, Villain had the courage to look down at them. They were incredibly flushed, but there was no blue or black to be seen. They sighed in relief.

Hero returned with another bowl, and Villain almost thought it was for them before Hero sat down on the floor next to them and started eating.

"Selfish," Villain teased. Hero laughed, then choked on their soup. Villain chuckled, rubbing their warming hands together as Hero leaned forward and coughed through their smile.

[cleclercbaby]

Chasing Cars - Charles Leclerc

Charles Leclerc x Fem!FBI Agent!reader x Criminal Minds

Mentioned Cast: Criminal Minds Cast (Aaron Hotchner, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau/JJ, Spencer Reid, Derek Morgan)

Word Count: 2086

Warning: mention of guns, m*rder word, sh**ting, AND THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SO BEAR WITH ME🫶🏻

Location: Los Angeles (Made up location)

Summary: as a Supervisory Special Agent, your team have been assigned to a murder case which involved street robberies… but then Charles Leclerc comes into action. (Inspired by a CCTV footage of Charles chasing down his watch thieves.”

Abbreviation: UnSub (Unknows Subject- The criminals), B.A.U (Behavioral Analysis Unit)

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You put a black sunglasses as you get out of the airport. You and the rest of the Behavioral Analysis Unit Team split into two different SUVs as you, Reid, and Hotch go straight to the LAPD office while Derek, Emily, and JJ go to the crime scene. The case the B.A.U team is working on is about some murder that took place in Malibu with stealing expensive watches as the modus operandi. We believe that the UnSub is more than one person.

All the victims were found in the alleys and all of them have lost their expensive watches. The B.A.U team came to the conclusion that the victims had fought back the UnSub but instead got murdered in the middle of the fight.

Your team arrived at the LAPD office 5 minutes later. The LAPD has set up the office for your team. Hotch, Reid and you directly setting up the files and the map. Reid spent another minute doing the geographic profiling as you and Hotch talked to Sergeant Reyes about the evidence.

Hotch’s phone rings and it shows Garcia’s name on the screen. Penelope Garcia is our tech analysis. She’s doing her job back at our office in Quantico.

“Yes, Garcia. You’re on speaker.” Hotch says, his eyes still fixed on the victim’s pictures.

“I got the brand name of those expensive watches. Rolex and Richard Mille, they only stole these two brands.” She says as her typing sounds got faster. “The UnSub let go of 2 victims who wore another brand.”

“Do you have the name of those 2 victims?” You ask her.

“Of course, Honey. Their names are Jacob Rhodes and Lilian Harris. I’ve sent their addresses to your phone. Ciao!”

With that information, Hotch calls Derek to go to those addresses and talk to the victims.

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“Fuck!” You mutter under your breath as you try to control the steering wheels. You end up in this situation because Hotch asked you and Emily to watch the UnSub when Garcia sent the address of their whereabouts to the team. Your team have two UnSubs who match the profile. Greg Finn and Tyler Brendan.

You and Emily wait for them silently and patiently inside the car, until a man gets out of his car in front of the UnSubs. The UnSubs seem to know the man because they ask for something. You frown, thinking about the worst thing about the man being their leader or something, but then they hold up their phone to take a selfie with the man. What? Is that man a celebrity?

You try to look closely, but you just can’t see the face clearly. You’re not that far from them but they’re facing the opposite direction which makes it harder to see the man’s face. They seem good for a while until everything turns into chaos when the thieves run to their car as the man shouts at them.

“Merde! My watch!” He shouts while he abruptly gets into his car, trying to get ahold of the thieves car.

You and Emily are trailing behind him and my god! He is fast. “Watch out!” Emily yells.

“Fuck!” You mutter under your breath as you try to control the steering wheels. “How is he driving so fast?”

“Girl, he’s driving a Ferrari. Of course he is fast.” Emily replies, as it is so obvious.

“Damn! We need to get one so we can be fast when catching the criminals.” You joke, trying to ease up the situation. Emily laughs, agreeing with you before she calls Derek to let him know where the UnSub is heading.

“I’m ready at the end of the road, bring them here Y/N.” Derek says through the speaker.

“Copy that.” You reply. “Their victim is chasing them too. It seems like they tried to ask for a selfie then stole the watch and ran afterwards.”

“There was no fight?” Now Hotch turns to ask through the speaker, “They just ran?”

“Yes, they just ran.” Emily answers him. “We’re close. Do you guys see them?”

“Alright. We’re gonna cut him from here.” Derek says then turn off the call.

“Wait the man’s car didn’t know Derek is gonna cut them off, he’s on high speed with a fucking Ferrari.” Realisation hits you as you think of the worst thing that will happen if he didn’t slow down.

“Damn it! You’re right.” Emily cursed, “I’m putting on the siren. Can you drive faster?”

“I’m trying. Might as well be an F1 driver after this case, though.” You groan, trying to drive faster so you can get to the man’s car. You’re not a big fan of driving this fast so you feel your hands are sweating. It makes you grip the steering wheels harder so you don’t slip.

Finally you’re trailing right behind the man. You try to overtake him but he’s driving like a freaking pro F1 driver. Fuck it! “Emily, turn off the siren and shout at him. I’ll try to get as close as possible. This man thinks he’s in F1 and doesn’t let me overtake.”

Emily does as you said. She turns off the siren then puts herself over the car window. “SIR. I’M SSA EMILY PRENTISS FROM FBI AND I ORDER YOU TO SLOW DOWN.” Emily shouts as loud as possible and you hope he hears him.

Thankfully, he heard her and slowed down his car so you finally can drive right beside him. You gesture your hand to ask him to roll down his window.

“Charles Leclerc?” You’re surprised and not surprised. Surprised because you never thought of seeing your favourite F1 driver here and not surprised because like you said, he’s driving like a pro F1 driver and my god, of course he drives a Ferrari.

You’ve always been a F1 fan but the job makes it hard to catch up with the races and the driver. Sure, he is your favourite but you don’t even know what type of Ferrari he drives daily. You rarely watch F1 races ever since you joined the B.A.U team 3 years ago. The day you get to watch it was on your phone while you were writing your report at the office.

“They stole my watch.” He says. My god his accent! You always love his accent.

“My team will cut him off. That’s why we ask you to slow down. Now I’m gonna go first and you need to trail behind me. Don’t overtake me because it would be dangerous as you’re their target.” You explain to him.

He nods, “Okay, Agent.”

“Y/N!! Is that Charles Leclerc? Your favourite F1 driver that you and Hotch talked about a lot?” Emily smiles, she can’t hide her excitement for you. She knows how much you idolised Charles.

“Yes. Oh my god, why should we meet in this situation? So chaotic.” You groan.

“Girl, are you kidding? This is the best situation. He might become your fan after this.” Emily says.

You roll your eyes, “Being my fan, my ass! I’m not that cool .”

“C’mon! You and I know that we’re really good at this job and we’re badass. How can he not become a fan after seeing you catching some criminals?”

You shrug, “I don’t wanna be delusional.”

As Emily would talk again, she got cut off by the scene in front of us.  There are Hotch and Derek pointing guns at the UnSubs while the UnSubs do the same. The LAPD officer also surrounded them with their guns pointing at them. They can’t go anywhere.

“Shit! They’re armed.” You cursed, then quickly parked the car. You and Emily get out of the car with your gun pointing at the UnSubs. One of them knows you’re there so now he’s pointing the gun at you and Emily. It’s Tyler.

“We both know this is useless. Lower your gun!” You demand, but they don't seem to be affected by you. “I said lower your gun!”

“Agent.” Charles calls you. Shit! You nearly forgot that he was there behind your car.

“Step back, Charles.” You say to him but your eyes don’t move from the UnSub. You can see Hotch look at Charles but quickly divert his attention back to the Unsub.

“We just need this watch.” Tyler says, “we don’t wanna cause any trouble.”

“You think we don’t know that you murdered those victims after you stole their watch?” Derek says to them.

Greg gulps. His face turns pale after hearing that information. Bold of them to assume that your team don’t know what they did.

“Just get down and we’ll talk more at the office.” Hotch says calmly, try to make the situation as safe as possible so nobody gets hurt and the UnSubs go to the custody alive. “We want to know more about you.”

Tyler seems to think about it. You knew from Garcia that Tyler is the submissive and Greg is the Dominant. So in this situation, Tyler is more likely to surrender. When Greg sees Tyler thinking about it, his instinct of flight or fight got the best of him as he knows they can’t flight, he points his gun to Charles, his finger is ready to fire the gun. But before he can do anything, you quickly shoot him right in the chest. Greg’s blood splatter to Tyler as he screams and puts down his gun.

Derek quickly gets Tyler and puts a handcuff on him while Hotch checks Greg’s heartbeat. He looks at me then shakes his head. It means Greg is dead.

You and Emily let out a sigh of relief. It was a clean shot and a clean take down even though one of the UnSub is dead. So you see it as a successful take down and glad it is over.

“I believe there’s someone who wants to talk to you.” Emily whispers to you.

You see Charles walking towards me with a smirk on his face. “I didn’t know an FBI agent could know my name.”

You chuckle, “My boss is a big fan of yours. Of course I know your name.”

“How about you?” Charles asks, furrowing his perfect brow.

“Me? How about me?” You ask him, confused about what he means.

“Are you a fan, too?” He asks me. His eyes fixed on yours.

“She’s a huge fan. A total tifosi but never had time to watch a full race because of the job.” Emily chimes. You guess she can’t take your bullshit anymore because she knows you probably say no.

Charles smiles. His dimples showing as he does it. Oh, how cute! “Glad to know a brave, badass FBI agent is a tifosi.”

“Not a big deal.” You mumble. “Alright, I’m a huge fan then what?”

“Then I would like to ask you to come to the paddock on Sunday. I have a race here.”

“Huh? Me? I—”

“She’ll come. I’ll make sure of it.” Emily says with a huge smile on her face. “She’s got VIP Access then?”

“Of course. I’ll arrange the VIP’s for the FBI Team. I’d be happy if you all want to come. This is the least I can do as a thank you for saving my life tonight.”

“You don’t have to do that. We’re just doing our job.” You stated, trying so hard not to scream yes when he said about the VIP thing.

Charles smirks and without saying anything to you, he walks to Hotch and Derek. He shakes their hands then talks to them a bit then looks at you with a big smile. 

“Your boss says yes.” He says when he is in front of you. “I’ll see you in the paddock.”

You smile, shaking your head. “Nice one, though”

He winks at you. HE FREAKING WINKS!! “I need your number for the VIP information.”

Trying so hard to control your scream, you give him your name card. He takes it with a smile then reads it. Oh stop smiling! Your heart can’t take his smile anymore. He’s too cute.

“Alright then, see you in the paddock Supervisory Special Agent Y/N Y/L/N”

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Whoa can't believe I made it here haha. please let me know what you think.

Ciao ciao.

All the love.

Edith

[pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb]

How Law Treats Your Depression

Crossposted from my AO3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/44915341 

TW’s: SH (not explicit detail, but talked about, and checking the healing of it), mentions of manipulation, depressive thoughts, symptoms of anxiety and depression.

I wrote this when I was goin through a rough patch. No romance exactly, just fluff. It makes me want to cry every time I read it so I’m sorry in advance if it makes you feel the same way.

The symptoms Law lists are from the DSM 5 and my own experiences. 

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You raised your hand, shaking from anxious hesitation. The door seemed to loom in front of you, being an impenetrable shield to your glimmer of hope for a cure.

“Oh, are you going to see the captain?” said a voice behind you. You nearly jumped out of your skin, spinning around with your fist still raised. You calmed once you laid eyes on Bepo. You exhaled with a small smile.

“Uh… I... I think…  well, it can wait” you managed to get out, stumbling over your words. Bepo cocked his head.

“It’s okay, Come in with me. I just have a quick question and then you can talk to him.” His wide body was accidentally corralling you towards the door as he knocked twice.

“Come in” said a voice gravely with exhaustion. Bepo smiled at you and gestured for you to open the door. You gulped but followed his silent request. Will Law even help me? I’m not technically part of his crew. Still, he healed Luffy after Marineford. I’m part of the Strawhats and we’re allied but… your anxious thoughts garbled the mundane question and answer that occurred between Bepo and Law, and before you realized it, the bear was leaving the room with a small pat on your shoulder.

“So?” Law said, cocking an eyebrow at you. Your heart thudded.

“Uh… it… It’s not too big of a deal” you began, trying to scramble for words to voice your request.

“But you’re a doctor, right?” you asked. You cringed at the dumb question. This was why you proposed this whole internship in the first place! Sure, learning about the submarine would help your crew eventually somehow, but… you had to follow through on your real reason for coming here.

“Are you feeling okay?” Law asked. There was a tone of professionalism in his voice now, different than the regular voice he used as a captain.

“Yeah I’m fine!” you replied automatically with a forced smile. His brow furrowed.

“Then why do you need a doctor?” he prodded. You swallowed, looking down. Your heart thudded and your stomach dropped.

“If… If I tell you some hypothetical symptoms, would you be able to give m… uh… the patient, a cure?”

He leaned back in his chair, his hands steepled under his chin.

“Maybe. There may not be a cure exactly, but medicine or surgery could help. Or both” he said, shrugging. You didn’t like the gleam in his eye when he mentioned surgery.

“Oh” you muttered disappointedly. Law sighed and gestured to a seat.

“Sit. Tell me about the patient’s hypothetical symptoms.”

You sat stiffly in the chair, bouncing your leg nervously as you steadied your breath.

“Where should I start?” you asked, glancing at the captain. He hummed in thought.

“Start with the physical symptoms. Aching? Discomfort? Sweating? Redness? Exhaustion?” he rattled off easily. You furrowed your brow, thinking. Back to when your symptoms really acted up.

“Um… exhaustion for sure. They sleep a lot, and minor tasks seem to make them tired. Not like physically exerted, but just like they need a break mentally?”

“Any other physical symptoms?”

“Hmmm… does crying count?”

“From physical pain?”

“No… but sometimes it’s accompanied by a fast heartrate and hyperventilating. Oh, and a decreased appetite” you reported factually, gazing upwards as you thought. Law hummed.

“What about mental symptoms?”

“M-mental?” your heart dropped. This was the part you were worried about.

“Mental distress often leads to those physical symptoms.”

You held back a scoff. Mental distress? It’s not that big of a deal.

“Symptoms like what?” you asked quietly. You refused to look at the doctor.

“Low self esteem past the normal amount, feeling like a weight is holding you down, feeling worthless or guilty for things that aren’t your fault, decreased concentration, and loss of interest in things the patient used to like” he listed. He hesitated before he continued in the same even tone “thoughts of hurting themselves or others, and thoughts of killing themselves.”

You flinched at the last two. This guy really does not pull punches when it comes to medical stuff you thought with an internal shudder.

“It sounds way worse when you say it out loud” you muttered under your breath.

“I have a hunch this patient has a combination of two illnesses- depression and anxiety- which are very common together. Should I list the symptoms of anxiety, and you can tell me if it seems to fit?”

You sighed, but nodded.

“Worrying excessively about things and finding it difficult to control the worry, muscle tension, restlessness, easily mentally fatigued, mind going blank or difficulty concentrating, irritability, sleep disturbance…” he listed, trailing off.

“Basically, worry and stress that goes beyond the norms. So, like not about being embarrassed, or away from people, or during a panic attack. Of course, panic disorders are basically part of anxiety disorders and are just an intense episode of an accumulation of different symptoms, which you mentioned with the fast heartrate and hyperventilating. There’s also probably some other symptoms yo- uh- the patient doesn’t notice during the time, or doesn’t know it’s a symptom”

You tried to absorb the onslaught of information thrown your way. You rubbed your temples. Law seemed to notice your struggle.

“I know it’s a lot of information all at once” he said sympathetically. You sighed. There was only one question you had. You looked into the captain’s grey eyes.

“Is there a cure?”

The captain hesitated, but leaned forward in his chair, resting his elbows on his desk and met your gaze resolutely.

“No”

Your heart dropped, and your lungs constricted. Your throat burned as you fought back tears.

“There’s no cure, but there’s medicine that can help.”

“Right” you muttered as you stood. You had your answer. You needed to leave.

“Wait.”

You paused, hand on the door. You didn’t look back.

“What’s been done to treat it before? It’ll help me narrow down a more effective medicine.”

You huffed, hiding your distraught behind a veil of humor.

“Nothing. Been rawdoggin this bitch the way God intended” you said, keeping your voice light. You heard a snort behind you.

“I’ll give you what I use then. We’ll start with that.”

You froze. I’m not alone? He has it too? You turned slowly in shock. He met your gaze.

“If it doesn’t seem to work, call me, and we’ll try something different. Eventually if we exhaust all the medicine, there is a more radical solution. It’s for treatment resistant forms of depression.” You took a few steps toward him.

“Why do you call it an illness? Aren’t I just weak?”

A small, soft smile escaped Law’s lips as he looked at you in a rare moment of gentleness.

“No. You’re not weak. It has to do with chemicals in your brain. Doctors aren’t exactly sure what triggers it, and it’s usually triggered by different things in different people. But it’s a chemical imbalance that occurs, and the medicine is to help correct that balance. Of course, talking to people is also incredibly important. Have you talked to anyone in your crew about it?”

You shook your head absently, mystified that there was a real reason you felt this way.

“No. They don’t know. They might suspect, but I’ve never said anything. I couldn’t bring myself to tell sweet, innocent Chopper that I wanted to hurt myself on purpose” you said easily.

“Have you?”

You flinched at the question, wrapping your arms around your middle.

“Does it matter?”

“Yes”

You glared at him.

“A little” you finally muttered.

“How?”

“Does that matter?” you said defensively.

“As your doctor, yes” he said gently. You bit the inside of your lower lip to stop yourself from spouting venom. He’s not attacking you or demanding to know for selfish reasons. He needs to know. You took a deep breath and slunk over to your previous seat to collapse in it. You held your head in your hands.

“I try not to, you know. I resist for as long as possible until I finally can’t find any logic against not doing it” you say eventually.

“How do you do it?” he repeats, softly. You sigh, looking to the side. You tell him. The words just flow out, accompanying the tear tracks down your cheeks in a delicate dance of pain and regret. When you’re done explaining, he stands slowly, approaching you slowly.

“I’m going to check the healing of it. That’s all. I just want to be sure it’s healing properly so you don’t have further issues when you’re better” he said softly, holding out a hand. I wish it didn’t heal you thought before pushing the negativity away.

“You sound so sure I’m going to get better” you said as his hands delicately grazed over the area.

“You will. Maybe not cured, but better.” You hummed, welcoming the companionable silence. A thought occurred to you, and you snorted. Law stepped back and raised a brow.

“Something funny?”

“Isn’t it ironic that the so-called ‘Surgeon of Death’ is helping me with… this?” you said, waving your hand in the air as if to gesture to your mental state. He rolled his eyes.

“Yes, yes. Very funny” he said flatly.

“Well at least I’m that” you teased.

“You’re so much more than that. If you can’t see it, trust those around you to. They see you the same way you see the positives in others” Law said, holding your gaze. You stopped breathing, eyes widened with shock.

“What, have you never had anyone tell you that?” he asked, looking at your expression. He leaned back against his desk, halfway sitting on it as he crossed his arms. You could only shake your head as you remembered to breathe. He grunted.

“Well. Remember it. Come back here same time tomorrow to pick up the medicine too. We’ll talk a little more too.”

You didn’t move, too shook that someone cared about you enough to do this.

“I’m sorry” you whispered. Tears gathered in your eyes again.

“Why?” Law seemed bewildered at the idea.

“I must’ve manipulated you somehow to care about me. To go through this… you don’t have to. It’s okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll live”

“I guarantee I am the last person on this ship you could manipulate” he said. Something warm and slightly heavy plopped on your head. A white hat brim entered your field of vision. You shrunk down further, starting to sob.

“You’re part of my crew, even temporarily. Even if I wasn’t your captain, I’m your doctor. You only told me the symptoms that you hide so well, not even saying at first that it was you who had it. How could you have manipulated me?”

He knelt in front of you, producing a tissue and handing it to you. He rested his hand on your head, securing his hat.

“If you see a good person who’s sick, would you help them if you could?” he asked gently. You nodded slightly, wiping the snot dripping from your nose.

“Then why wouldn’t I help you? You deserve basic human decency and respect, you know. Right now, you’re treating yourself worse than your enemies.” He said softly. Your sobs increased at his words. He sighed.

“C’mere.” He lifted you up bridal style and took your seat, holding you on his lap. You pushed him away.

“Hey. It’s okay. You’re not hurting me. You’re not manipulating me. I’m doing this of my own accord. When’s the last time you had a real hug like this?”

You shuddered in a breath, unable to speak through your sobs. His warm hand rubbed your back, and you let your head fall onto his shoulder.

“T-t-thank… you” you wailed.

“Always” he muttered.

--

“Are they okay?!” Shachi whisper-yelled as Law passed him the hallway with you cradled in his arms.

“They will be” he replied quietly. He didn’t want to disturb your tear-induced sleep. You looked peaceful, finally. He saw the pain in your eyes, the pain you had inflicted on yourself. Shachi nodded in understanding and continued on his way. Law carried you gently to your bunk and tucked you under the blankets. He removed his hat, knowing it would make you feel guilty if he let you sleep with it. Smoothing stray hair away from your face with his hand, he unthinkingly dropped a gentle kiss on your forehead. A light blush dusted his cheeks with the realization of what he’d done. He stood quickly and walked quietly from your sleeping form.

“Sleep well”

[weebnotheree]

Lolbit! Reader(M) x Hazbin Hotel PT.2

What happened?

First pov FFoxy and Y/n landed in the underworld they were powered down. Some random demons were drunk and kept walking until they stumbled upon some heavy metal. They started talking about them and how weird they looked. Then Ffoxy turned on the light from his eyes and looked at the drunk demons. The demons were too drunk to notice. One of the random demons dumped the rest of his bear on the purple and orange demon while the others watched and laughed...(Skip to 1:50) then a glow from Foxy's eyes were lit up but the demons were too drunk to notice.

Then foxy got up quick on all fours and jumpscared them. That's when they all started running in fear but one had slipped and hit his head, his vision was blurry. FFoxy walked up to the demon. (It played as the exact same scene in his song, go to 3:00).

After that happened he went back to y/n and tried waking him up. Itt took a couple of minutes but he was able to. _______________________________________

The both of them have been walking around for a while until Ffoxy spotted something. Foxy gasped" y/n look! A vending machine!" He said wagging his tail side to side. (Skip to 28 sec)

"Hmm.. guess y-you're right. But it's not your everyday VM." Y/n said as they walked over to it. "Huh?..wdym??" He said confused. "Well.. it d-does have the word 'Drugs' y/n said in a funny tone. "Ooh..I guess you're right about that" Foxy said beaming happily. Y/n chuckled at the cute sight of his friend... and stopped when he heard a voice from behind them.

They both looked back at where the voice was coming from. And then they saw a pink and white four armed demon, talking to a taxi driver, listening to their conversation. Funtime foxy and y/n could tell who he was, his name and All about him just by scanning him or if they're touched by that person.(skip to 1:40; the scanning part.)

Y/n pov Angel Dust pushed his hands through his hair. "Yeah, yeah, listen." Then fixes it more. "Keep this discreet, you hear me? I can't let out I'm offerin' my services to randos on the street! It was a quick cash grab." The demon made a gesture with his fingers and snapped them at him, smiling. "Ya got it?"

"Pfft! Whatever you say, sl""! Muhehehehehehe!" Travis said sarcastically.

Angel pretended to be offended. "Ouch! Ooh!" He said and turned back to the demon. "Such an insult! Let me know when you've come up with something creative to call me..-" *He grinned and loomed over Travis and pointed at him with all his index fingers and said, "you sack of poorly packaged horse sh"! Tell the missus I said 'hi', Shnuckums!" But kissed him before he said 'shnuckums'.

I laughed historically as I heard the demons insult. But then tried to hold it in as I know that the demon angel dust was about to turn around.

Travis: "Pack a - puh..." He said defeatedly.

As Travis angrily drove off, Angel looked behind him to see a vending machine for drugs.

Angeles pov As Travis angrily drove off, Angel looked behind him to see two weird looking demons standing by what looked like...a vending machine....FOR DRUGS!!!

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[jaxieus]

ive written this three times but tumblr keeps messing up and undoing all the writing i did :'(

but i wont let it discourage me! ive got a lot to say about the art i made even though its messy sketches on mspain(t) XD

i had been feeling burnt out and decided to draw comfort characters ( some that ive not drawn in a long time or have acknowledged but never drew before) and the carebears is a franchise thats been with me for so long i made a whole painting for class about it!

i made a list and with utter shock i realized that i basically bacame my owm worts enemy! the list grew so much (and is still growing :')) and i only drew a few characters so far

i know ill render these soon but the others will take a while

(but im really concerned about how im gonna tag this without being obnoxious 🥲)

i have like alot to say about these characters i drew because they mean so much to me and i never really could delve into them at school.

theres more i want to say and its under the cut! :D

so this is gonna get a lil personal but hopefully not too much to the point its boring ,:)

the first character i want to talk about is Ursula. i remember when i was younger being increadibly infatuated with her. i would draw her whenever i could. on chalkboards, the wall, i made paper cut-out of her and digitally drew her on ms paint! she was the first character that a had a desire to be close to in a way. a character albeit evil felt comforting and till this day make me tear up from how beautiful her design is! Ursula was the first female character i felt a strong aesthetic attraction to. (im just kinda a sucker for powerful women)

so i made sure to stay true to her design by keeping her body type and tentacles. basically just switching her hands and head to the carebears design (im still deciding whether or not to keep her hair)

second has to be Rosalina. she really made me accept and realize that i did have an attraction to the same sex ':) i loved playing as her in smash bros, listening/watching her story in galaxy. i never really 'got' the whole thing but reflecting and growing as a person did make me realize that not just fictional men look great but women too!

her design is based on the carebear cousins because the main thing was the mane! you dont really see a bear with a long loc covering its eye so having her different from the others i think gives good variety

third King Candy. oka y i recently feel back inlove with him! mostly because of @/ blackthewolf17's drawings of him!! and that made me rewatch the movie and wow! i remember liking his character a while back but i never really appreciated his as a villain! watching the movie and seeing the art made me remember the discussions i had with my fam about liking him and them not really understanding. (its kinda a running theme with a lot of the characters i like)

i wanted the characters the pop out and look recognizable. i kept the crown and collar. his belly badge is a paper covering his original badge! this one shows the crown and a few bits of candy. (leaning into the fact that he doesnt belong)

next is NME SalesGuy for Four. (such a clever name) this dude is literally a character that i was shocked by his stature! i mean what did i expect? falling for a dude that exudes tall energy but is literally a short king! this dude was there during some cool family times while watching right back at ya!

while looking for references, i found i cb comic and i loved how their legs looked. it wasnt bent like the originals on the cards and i thought they looked really goofy! so i went with that with the design becasue he just doesnt really fit with everyone elses stlye

fifth Rick Sanchez. man, this old man. has been with me through a lot. i saw a poster if the show before it premiered and two years after, i watched it and ive obsessed over him so much i made people watch Rick and Morty so i could talk with them about it. R&M really got me back onto tumblr because it was my entire personality since the show was at its peak and after. (old men tsk tsk) i made OCs Self inserts and played the mobile game. i literally memorized episodes to recite as i went to sleep. and analyzed frames of my fave episode to get better at animation!

i gave Rick clothes because i wanted him to have some flair. iconic elements of him is his tousled hair, coat and alcohol. (hes drinking 'happy juice')

Sixth is Coach Brunt. a girlboss of a villain! she took care of and orphan and made her feel like she was her own! shes determined, strong, fierce, fit, has a great voice, money, and kind. what more could a girl ask for?? this was another character that i had seen while watching CS with the fam. (still havent completed it tho)

i did break the rule and give her a tuft of hair also ':/ but i like her BB i gave her.

its a paw punching a heart (maybe too violent)

Seventh is Johan liebert. i really loved this dude. the series just made me think more about human nature and nurture. i met some cool people becasue of this dude. Johan in a way made me cope with the problems that happened in my life. he really was the character that i also found out i was ace+aro. i just loved drawing him. filling pages of my sketchbook and centering english papers based around him and the lessons i learned from seeing the bad in his character and how people might turnout to be similar and how it can be a problem. (idk if it made sense, but i learned to appreciate humanity more and not be so headstrong and become blinded by my views. but also learning that its good for people to know whats coming for the people that wronged you)

Johans BB is painted on white, so you wouldnt be able to see what he is all about :)

theres is so much already but eighth is Senpai. this Fker is my worst enemy, just like all the characters i drew soo much of this guy that i thought i was gonna go crazy, there was a pang in my chest when the drawings looked like trash. he was the character that made me want to get better at art and engage more with people. i made a fnf OC to be this dudes father. (it was some of the most wholesome thing i ever drew)

Senpai has a more basic design. he also has his identifying elements like the backpack and mic

ninth is Saul. my bbg. it started with the character but sadlt turned into a full obsession over Bob Odenkirk and finding all of his shows and movies that he directed of acted in. thankfully im not deep into it anymore. but when i regularly used instagram, you could see the decent into madness for him. i made animations and really detailed fanart. if Sen got me to draw my fave better, Bob made me attempt to perfect it.

his design sadly is my weakest. i wanted to add some fake hair on him. but im sure you can see that i got lazy. a few weeks ago i made versions of the BRBA&BCS cast as Geronimo Stilton characters and (sad excusee) but i didnt want to put more into the design because i became drained from looking at the growing list D;<

his BB is based on themis :)

tenth is Big Jack Horner. i love this man. i ironically said "he was the hottest character in the movie" on my third watch and man i actually believed it on the way out of the theatre. i wanted to see if anyone liked him like i did and to my surprise people did! this dude has such a great bod, voice, attitude and like many of the characters i like i ask, "is there any proof of death? i dont think so".

i havent drawn him in months and i dont like that i havents so he was the first bear i drew. his BB is a pie but i think ill add his insignia or have him draw on it like Oopsie bear to fit his situation.

like maybe something silly like a frowning face on his BB

im going to put eleven and twelve together because both play a similar role. my two men of science. ive only recently started to like Medic and Scudworth. these two bring such a great jot to me just like all to kooky men i like as well.

sadly, they both look the same, the only thing differentiating them is the glasses. i love their voices and design.

i ahve yet to give Scudsy his own BB tho.

last thing i want to say is why i chose carebears as the main style.

the franchise has been with me since i can even remember or at least before i could comprehend what it was. i remember seeining either oopsie or good luck bear plush at a carnival and i really wanted it but it was closing and i mean it was probably bigger than me so i couldnt get it and it became an obsession of mine! i loved green and a already had a few at home whats one more? so i tried to drop hints at my mom. well as good as a 5-7 yr old could do with drawings.

theres a lot more to say but i might go one for so long it wont fit here!

this was very long and if you read it thank you very much! im glad i got to comfortably speak my mind (well write it) in my own way that did have structure but felt more personal and less embarrassing that my english teacher asking me to write something about myself and my life. or my Art teacher saying i have the freedom to create something but then talk about it with in a time span because im not the only one that has something good to say about their art.

im not sure if all of it was understandable and might've been really unnecessary but im glad either way.

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[faustianbroker]

TIMING: Recent LOCATION: Various PARTIES: Leviathan (@faustianbroker) & Jonas (@thesilentmedium) SUMMARY: Jonas helps Levi out with a possessed taxidermy bear. It goes about as smoothly as you'd expect. CONTENT WARNINGS: None

—

Jonas gasped and shut the door as quickly as he had opened it. That was a bear, a very very big bear, His eyes were wide as he felt the taxidermied beast slamming against the door. Blue pulled herself from his shadow and got between her boy and the door, making sure to stick her head out from behind him to stare at the strange man who was talking with Jonas. He smelt weird and Blue didn’t like it, her master didn’t seem to pick up on her apprehensive behavior though turning to talk to the other man. He cleared his throat and wiped his hands on his jeans before finally signing to the other, “Well um I don’t… I don’t think that’s a normal ghost.” 

The medium had been raised learning everything about all types of ghosts out there from Tatty Bogles to Poltergeists, and he had a good guess about what was in there but he was a little worried about how to deal with it. If he was right then he was particularly useless in this scenario, which seemed to be the case often for him since coming back to Wicked’s Rest. It wasn’t a great feeling to be experiencing on top of the small adrenaline rush he had received from just managing to keep the bear from breaking out. He brought a hand up to his chest in a hopeless attempt to get his heart to beat a little slower. 

“I um I can’t put that through a seance.” He gestured back at the door, “I’m sorry Mr. Jones, we’ll have to burn the bear….Somehow.” Jonas wasn’t sure exactly how the two were going to manage such a feat given the size of the thing and their current location, but he knew this particular pest wouldn’t go away any other way. 

—

Brows furrowed, Chuck signed back, What do you mean, not a normal ghost? He wasn’t well versed in whatever came after folks died, never having given the idea much thought. Burn it? came his response, hands moving as his gaze lifted to the door. We can’t burn it in there. He didn’t want to burn it at all, that thing was worth a lot of money, but—

The door rattled in its frame and the demon shook his head, gesturing for the young man to move. We’ll have to draw it away. They were in Nightfall Grove and thankfully had the cover of darkness on their side, but they’d have to lure it into Mossthorn forest to be able to burn it without causing a huge ruckus.

Any ideas on how to get it to follow us and only us?

—

Jonas scratched the back of his head trying to think of how to explain the semi-ghost inside. “Well it is a T S U K O M O G A M I, “ He spelled out the name of the creature but didn’t really expect Chuck to know of it, “ It is um more of a demon but not quite a demon. It is what the Japanese call a Y O K A I. If it was a full demon then we would be very much out of luck. I uh do not know how to deal with those. I did not go through the training. ”  He didn’t even make it into an exorcist but he was a little glad for that, his mother had taken him to train once he was the right age to start while his father took over training Lil. Jane had gone off to be a demonologist but when she came back she was different, she didn’t feel like the same Jane who had been excited to learn. She was angry and definitely more reckless, Jonas couldn’t help but think whatever training she had gone through had warped her in some way. 

The young man was brought out of his thoughts by Levi telling him to move over, he complied and paused at the next question. He brought a hand up to his chin taking a moment to think before his eyes moved to settle on the dog by his side, “Well…” Blue seemed to notice Jonas’ eyes on her and couldn’t help her ears going flat against her head as she turned it to lock eyes with the young man. She was the same size as the bear currently banging on the door and probably the same strength, she could also out run it rather easily she would be the safest pick to get it to follow.

“If we can get it to be mad at Blue she can lead it to where you want it to go and we can catch up. Maybe. But she can keep its attention on her.. I hope.” Blue’s tail went flat and she let out a whine, she could do what Jonas was asking of her but she didn’t want to leave him alone with a stranger. The nights lately had been full of strange eyes following her boy home and the fact they were in a place that was permanently dark did not make her feel better. Sure it was more comfortable, the sun had never been her favorite thing, but her boy already couldn’t hear. She turned her gaze on the strange man trying to judge whether or not she could trust him. 

—

Something about that huge fucking dog was offputting. Besides it being huge. It was too… smart. When it looked at him, Chuck felt like he was being judged. And considering his sordid past with the living creatures of this little planet, he couldn’t help but wonder if it had any possibility of being a positive judgment. 

Still, in this moment, he was being truthful. He had no qualms with the kid, he’d just needed a ghost person to get rid of whatever was in his bear. Now, that just happened to include having to lure it out of town and set it ablaze.

Shame Zack wasn’t here, this would have been a great chance for him to practice with his fire.

This thing, a kind-of-but-not-really-demon, whatever it was he’d spelled out that Chuck couldn’t be bothered to remember, needed to go. He kind of wished it was a demon, at least he’d know how to reason with one of his own. Alas, it seemed their only option was: Tell the dog to lead it out to M O S S T H O R N forest and keep it busy near the edge of the bog. I can drive us there in my car. Will take less than ten minutes.

—

Blue stared hard at the man, no this wouldn’t do, he was too strange. She flopped on the ground and let out a low whine and few reluctant barks that almost sounded like talking. “Blue please. I know you know what he said.” She huffed and rolled over, letting out a few low mumbles of protest. She didn’t know who this guy was but his shop smelled weird and he smelled weird and there was no way she was going to let her boy just get into a car with some man who had ‘sus’ written all over him. 

Jonas sighed and kneeled down so he could be face to face with the dog who was throwing a tantrum on the ground, “Blue, I will be okay. Mr. Jones is a nice man and I bet you could really show that bear in there whose boss.” The big dog rolled her head over to his foot and stared up into his eyes. “It will be okay, you can always beat him up later if it seems like he means harm.” Blue turned to look at the man who was stuck waiting, finally she relented and got up pushing her head against Jonas when he too stood up. 

“We will see you in M O  S S T H O R N okay?” Blue let out a low bark still unhappy with the situation but no longer stopping the plan in motion. 

—

With the beast appeased for now, Chuck motioned for Jonas to get out of sight, then opened the door. The taxidermy bear came roaring forth, beady eyes fixed on the hound that’s size rivaled its own, barreling toward Blue with a fury that made even Chuck feel a little uncertain. 

Once it was clear of the door, he quickly shut it again (and locked it) before ushering Jonas away from the scene as the two animals, for lack of a better term, took off down the side streets of Nightfall Grove.

The drive was not that long, as expected. Turning onto a dirt road that led into the woods and eventually dead-ended, Chuck put the car in park and opened the trunk. He needed a lighter and some propellant, both of which he kept in the boot of the vehicle—you never knew when you were going to need to set something on fire, after all! 

Taking point, Chuck began the trek toward the bog, stepping into the heavily forested area with some unease. With his hands occupied he couldn’t sign very well, but still managed to ask Jonas if he had a way of knowing Blue was nearby that didn’t involve hearing her. Not that he wouldn’t be able to hear the fucking bear, but that wouldn’t help Jonas at all.

—

Jonas couldn’t help the anxiety that started to bubble in him when he actually saw the bear running after Blue. He knew she was faster and smarter than the possessed taxidermy but it still wasn’t a good feeling to have to see something the same size as her chasing her down with the intent to harm her. He stood still, watching the two large forms disappear down the street till Mr. Jones caught his attention and led him away. 

Jonas was a little surprised that they didn’t even need to stop at the store first before entering the woods. Then again camping was a normal activity in Wicked’s Rest and maybe Mr. Jones was someone who enjoyed it. It certainly explained why he had such things so readily at hand in his trunk for setting things alight. He was also glad Mr. Jones seemed to know this area well, Jonas had been away too long to be of much use in navigating, the older man really must be an avid camper to this area. 

The only thing the younger man was really offering at this point was the fact that he acted like a beacon for Blue to follow. Thanks to their pact, the dog could find him no problem and thanks to her being part ghost he could hear her howls as she got closer. Jonas shuffled up to Mr. Jones’ side to talk properly, “Blue is um getting closer. Would it be alright to ask how you plan to set it on fire?” He wasn’t doubting the other man he just thought a little heads up as to what the other man was planning would be good for keeping them both safe and for keeping himself out of the way if he was hindering the other. 

—

Swamp gas, kid. Tons of it around here. Get that thing in the midst of it… He held up the bottle of propellant and gave it a squeeze, ejecting a stream of liquid for a brief moment that must’ve surged a good twenty feet ahead of them or so. Then toss the lighter while you and the dog get the hell out of the way. For his own part, the fire wouldn’t be anything a quick, violent shift couldn’t take care of—if needed. Ideally, he’d be just as out of harm’s way as the other two. 

The thudding of giant paws in the distance alerted Chuck to their approach, and quickly following was the thunderous crack of young trees that bent and snapped as the beastly creatures shoved their way through the underbrush toward the pair. He motioned for Jonas to stick behind him, trotting forward, noting that the ground was getting softer. We’re close, he signed, smelling the bog before he saw it.

—

“Swamp gas?” That was a new method but he supposed it would work. Jonas was glad the older man seemed to know what he was doing, feeling a little better when he saw just how far the propellant went in front of them. “I am sorry about your bear. It is a very nice piece.” Terrifying now that it was moving but the bear was beautifully taxidermied. The fact it was so well made was probably the reason the Tsukomogami was able to make it so powerful. 

Jonas nodded, moving himself behind Mr. Jones. He could smell the bog before the bigger man even signed, his hand was already up to cover his nose at the foul stench. His black sweater did little to actually keep the stink out, and he would be glad when they could leave this place though he wouldn’t say so out loud. His mind refocused on the task as soon as he felt Blue nearby. They were closing in on a clearing and it didn’t take long for the large dog to burst through the tree lines. Jonas quickly put his hand over the mark on his pinky, Blue disappeared in an instant fading through the shadows and popping up next to her boy’s side. The bear burst into the clearing, stopping and looking confused at the lack of the black dog. 

—

Yeah, me too, Chuck signed back, looking a bit forlorn, but he did follow it with a shrug. Suppose it’s better than getting mauled one day. What he’d done to piss the thing off he couldn’t say, but then maybe it didn’t need a reason to be angry. Outside of being a ghost, anyway. Chuck would certainly be pissed if he was a ghost.

Brows raised as Chuck watched the huge dog suddenly vanish, a little taken aback. Now that was a neat trick, he thought, nearly forgetting why they were there. That is, until the haunted taxidermy bear in question came barrelling into the clearing after the canine that’d just voip’d, coming to a slow stop and looking around, just as perplexed as the man that was pointing a bottle of accelerant at it. “Real sorry, Smokey,” Chuck said aloud, getting its attention as desired and smirking. “Come on, then, show me what you got!”

The possessed bear roared and swiped its claws in the air for a moment before lumbering toward them on all fours. It was fast, and once it was within range, Chuck squeezed the bottle fiercely. It doused the creature, but didn’t slow it down. Which was fine, that wasn’t the idea, anyway. Casting the emptied bottle aside, the demon dove out of the way as the bear came within biting range, hoping that kid and his pooch had done the same. As the bear fought its own inertia, trying to slow down enough to turn back on them, Chuck pulled out his zippo and flicked it on, then hurled it at the beast.

It was quite a sight, watching the thing go up in flames. Smelled bad, though. Burning fur, maybe? Or perhaps that was just the swamp…

—

As soon as Blue was back by Jonas’ side she grabbed him and pulled him to a hopefully safe distance to let the man with the lighter take care of the rest. Jonas almost left his spot when the bear lunged for Chuck, As soon as the bear was caught on fire and was writhing among the bog, Joans came out from hiding to stand by Chuck, hand still covering his nose as the stench was now worse due to the burning fur. It didn’t take long for the howling to stop, the spirit seemingly burning with the flames that were now dancing on a still corpse. 

“I am sure there is another bear out there for you somewhere.” Jonas opted for talking rather than moving his hand away from his face, the wool was the only shield between him and the horrid smells. He turned to look at Chuck, hand offering a comforting pat to the older man’s shoulder. “But um maybe we should call the fire department?” He wasn’t sure how good it was to just let something that large burn out even if it was in a bog.

—

Chuck laughed, appreciating the kid’s sensitivity to his ‘situation’, if you could call it that. He was out one very beautiful (but cranky) taxidermied bear, but at least nothing else had been possessed or ruined. 

The fire question was one that the demon hadn’t even considered, head cocking to the side as he watched the flames like higher into the sky. No, he finally signed in response, it’ll burn out on its own. Plus I don’t want to answer any questions. The real answer was that he didn’t really care if it set fire to the place or not—eventually someone would notice, someone who wasn’t him, and it would become their problem. 

Or it would just fizzle out, as he’d suggested. It was in fate’s hands, now. 

Come on, it reeks out here, let’s get going. I’ll drop you back off at home. Thanks for the… ghost dog assist.

[flowerandthesongstress]

The (renewed and shortened) Masterpost of 2020-2024, i.e. Muh Stuff In English.

The majority of my works are heavy on subtext. Some are allegories. Most are roman-à-clef aka autofiction.

Immigration, ‘otherness’, and the search for belonging are the ever-present themes in everything I have ever written, so I’ll omit the repetition; they’re there by default, always.

My writing is free and hopefully will always remain so. But please be considerate and remember that ‘free’ does not equal ‘public domain’ or ‘free to reuse, repost, plagiarize, or skim for ideas’. 'Free' in this case means that 1) I'm lucky enough to afford not to monetize my writing, and 2) I write things that are too personal to monetize them, anyway.

Before contacting me, please🙏 read the annotation at the end of this post, starting with the words in red. Seriously. I BEG you. Please don't skip it.

The short version:

—some of the stuff remains here. I also post gifts and request fills to that account once in a blue moon, sometimes temporarily.

—some stuff was transferred out of sight to here and/or locked to users only.

—some request fills and short stuff (under 15k words) can be found through #mywritingupdates tag.

—85% of the other stuff now is, and will likely remain, available only via poking me through my contacts (and not being a fantastical douchebag, because fantastical douchebags are the reason why this hoop had to be hung).

The long version:

Beauty and the Best friends forever — Gen, F/M/M, rated T. Word count: 75k. Themes: found family, abandonment issues, patience, depression, the power of friendship, Everything About The Shithole Is Either Ridiculous And Stupid Or An Evil Void Of Horror. Tagged as ‘if you only read one work by me’, not because it’s the best I've written — far from it — but for other reasons. The designated talking animal: a few demonic chickens.  

The Largest Eggplant in the Valley — F/M, rated E. Word count: 110k. Themes: ADHD, executive dysfunction, honesty, communication, compassion fatigue, hospitality, cultural stagnation, expressing yourself through fiction, traditions and superstitions, breaking out of intergenerational trauma, Our Nation Has Endured Great Hardship.Jpg. Is the dorkiest, sweetest, cutest thing I’ve ever written. The designated talking animal: a bear. (removed as of 2024, with a fool's hope for better times) Available on request (see the pinned post for contacts and all that). (the remaining carcass). (playlist)

Hive — F/M/M, rated E. Word count the tractor is okay, but he runs on soup, not on gas: 128k. Themes: CPTSD and recovery, when it's not my paws aching, it's my tail falling off abandonment issues, capitalism, societal pressure, and I barely catch mice anymore found family, urbanism vs ruralism, personal growth through emotional support, I recently started moulting social anxiety, Hey You Check Your Internalized Misogyny, environmental issues, hereditary my nose is cold and my shagginess has increased mental illnesses. /I doubt that any passerby was reading Hive for allegories, so let's just leave *that* historical layer be... Yet if you caught it, the drinks are on me. All of the drinks, bruh. And ALL of the ice cream. / AMt🐝 series. the shopkeepers here know me and give me juicy bones for free The designated talking animal: a cat. (playlist)

Wrong Shoulder — the beequel; F/M, F/M/M, rated DIAF. Word count: 270k. On the surface: three people (last seen beekeeping and prettying up a hamlet), each with their individual ongoing grievances and fresh traumas, meet and hit it off in a vast resort hotel situated in a charming coastal town. Following at their heels are an overly cheeky voice and the mysterious number 20, but the latter feels natural somehow. Underneath the surface: several mindscape allegories awkwardly climbing atop one another in the name of self-therapizing + a nesting doll of story layers (or is it). Themes: internalized ableism, recovery from addiction, making friends with the Shadow Self, creativity vs consumerism, My Life Results Tripled The Year I Gave Up Hope And That One Other Thing. The designated talking animal: the same cat, but he’s now a bipedal and rants at everyone. He's also totes getting a cute girlfriend or two. AMt🐝 series. Available on request. (see the pinned post) (the same playlist)

Don’t Remember — F/M, F/MMM, F/F, F/F/M, FF/MM etc, rated Very E. Word count: 95k (slow WIP, but it's plotless smut/domesticity). Initially a parody of the godawful ‘aunt polly writes poly’ ‘reverse harem’ ‘genre’ that got popularized and westernized on wutpad; somehow turned into a straightforward depiction of an adorkable ND 5ppl polycule living a wholesome rural life and being happy. Contains all of the compersion and hugs (and recipes? and gardening tips?!). This one is just for funsies and comfort. And for bleaching my brain. The designated talking animal: a unicorn. AMt🐝 series. Available on request (see the pinned post).

Lawful Status — F🥺M🥹. Rated: yes. Word count: Much Numbers (WIP). Just a slow-burn romance between a teenage girl and a demon, with some wholesome familial dynamics, taking place in an urban fantasy, nothing else, pinky swear... damn, almost kept a straight face 😆. It's an allegory of Inner Child Therapy. Also, I'm keeping count of how many tropes I can rip apart in this one. To then resew them into a soft warm blankie. I love this work so mUCH and it's a goddamn cabbage. The designated talking animal: the previous unicorn's better-coping brother who got a cushy job at a children's hospital. AMt🐝 series. Available on request (see the pinned post).

Frogs all the way down — F/M/M, rated M to E. Word count: 33k (WIP but it's an anthology). a toxic cesspool traumatized me so much that now I can only touch it through the double-padded cozy soft protective gloves graciously provided by a friend Yo dawg, I love your fanfiction so much that I’m writing fanfiction of your fanfiction, and it's about a character writing fanfiction. Themes: ADHD, executive dysfunction, personal growth, friendship, emotional support, processing trauma through fiction, communication, honesty. The designated talking animal: ow maaan where do I even friggin’ start.

The not-so-Great Filter — F/M, rated E. Word count: 105k. Themes: dealing with the loss of a parent, lookism, culturally ingrained fear of intimacy, Adulting Be Hard, existential nihilism meets tacos, Sad Clown Paradox meets the Fermi Paradox, East meets West but they're both Asia, My Life Results Tripled The Year I Gave Up Hope And That One Other Thing. The designated talking animal: ‘Not this time’. ;-) (playlist)

Until You Meet Yourself and to get you home — F/M, rated T to E. Word count: 40k. Just a bunch of one-shots, mostly written as gifts for my SO. Themes: insecurities, social anxiety, non-verbal communication of affection. (removed as of 2024, with a fool's hope for better times.) Available on request. (the remaining carcass) (playlist)

Pelicans, shmelicans! — F/M, rated T to M. Word count: 16k. Themes: childhood friendships, peer pressure, Being a Teenager Is Pain, anger management.  

FatS — F/M, F/M/M, rated E. Word count: 280k. Themes: CPTSD and recovery, insecurities, personal growth, personal accountability, Organized Religion Bad, mood disorders, colonialism, psychedelic drugs, Why Our Brains Can't Communism Until We're All On Acid. The designated talking animal: suspiciously absent, unless you count the guy in the cat t-shirt. Removed (reasons), available on request.

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Please also note that I am NOT in any fandoms or interested in any 'blorbos'; merely using ready-made worlds sometimes, as handy outlets to channel personal stuff and write my loved ones into them*. And occasionally attach funny ears to said loved ones. Point being, you don’t need to be in any fandoms or know any canons in order to read and understand, either. Another important point, though: if you are strictly after fanfiction and blorbos, then I am not your gal. As in, I am not the author for you and you are not a reader for me.

* as there's been some substantial confusion, I'm editing the post to explain what I mean...

It's very handy when one doesn't need to labor over twenty archetypal background characters and a detailed infrastructure. A ready-made world: get to write and process your personal issues through that writing without bothering to invent where the grocery store is located. Super mega convenient. 

Or so I thought.

I have since realized my mistake, my ignorance, and my naiveté, and how they were caused by a different cultural context. I have since withdrawn — after going through a brutal bout of culture shock — and corrected that unfortunate mistake, via deleting everything I could still delete and building all of the necessary ‘infrastructure’ at home; as in, I created my own world that metaphorically represents my brain, with every aspect of that world signifying one of my brain areas and/or functions, and with everyone I know written into that world as fixtures. And I just quietly churn out novels set in that world and then share those novels with friends and loved ones and friend-shaped people who poke me directly. Or with no one at all (in which case the novels in question are simply not on this list).

To reiterate: 1) I am fandomless**. That fictional thing you think I'm invested in? I'm not invested in it. In fact, that thing may be a trigger now (exempli gratia: a certain farming simulator). That 'blorbo' you think I like? I do not. I like real not-fictional people. I prefer to write various fictionalized versions of my relationships with them. Why do this? In very-very short: fear. Existential fear. Fear of loss, fear of their death, wanting to tuck us away into better places where we're safe from both, because there's magic there etc. Another example: I love to metaphorically kill off a certain country, sometimes in the silliest ways possible after the grandest setup possible, every chance I get (I'm sorry for what I have been doing to Lewis all this time... I made my own idiotic old-fart 'mayor' to repeatedly kill off now; minus the joke in Eggplant, I'm not sorry for that, I love that joke and we still quote parts of it at home) for the purposes of emotional catharsis. In reality, that country is an evil gerontocratic dictatorship that wants me and my loved ones dead (fyi, it wants you dead too). Laughter helps sometimes. Stuff like that... As I said, it's for self-soothing. Coping. Dealing. Attempts at trauma recovery. Terror management. Call it whatever.

2) if you understand and accept that, I would be happy to hear from you and would absolutely love to have you as a reader 🤗

3) however, if you're only after 'content' and certain names—as in, if you aim to commodify me and separate me from my stories—then I'm not the writer for you and you are not a reader for me, and we should just go our separate (pun intended) ways asap.

4) sidenote: if you are a good person who is invested in a Thing I never heard of, I can actually acquaint myself with the Thing and write something for you! There's been multiple precedents. Not like I'm against the general idea, and I love writing requests and making good people smile and feel happy. But, dear fren, please understand that me doing so would not mean that I am now invested in the Thing. I'll just hand you a lopsided gift (it will likely be something comedic), give you a hug, and go back into the sandbox in my dark corner. Safer this way.

** the only kinda sorta exception is this but I'm not sure if it counts.

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[i-love-an-alcoholic]

Story of M: Where I am now and how I got here, Part 3

CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of SH

Before I continue I got to say some things. When I first got in trouble at my job I was referred to a mental health clinic and was assessed for various conditions that could explain my problems (my employer did not suspect drugs for some reason). I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder and was assigned a dedicated mental health nurse, K, who was an absolute angel. After my wake up call I confided to K about my drug use, and she literally walked with me to get specialized counseling. I'm not exaggerating when I say I owe her my life.

I had also started drawing again a couple of months prior and got positive feedback from my friends. Drawing became a major outlet during these difficult times.

On with the story…

The first month, which was october, was the worst. I had strong cravings, got 2-3 hours of sleep at night and was painfully aware of the fact that this was all my own doing. I was a nervous wreck. I went to work as usual (I was too ashamed to go on sick leave, felt like I didn't deserve it), but as soon as I got home and was alone with my thoughts… I don't have words for the absolute horror, guilt and shame I felt. I closed the blindfolds, turned off all the lights save for a small table lamp, played The Binding of Isaac for hours and even went to the bathroom in the dark because I couldn't bear to see myself in the mirror. Autumn was turning into winter so it got dark early, which I found oddly comforting as I was hiding in my small apartment. I dreaded going to sleep, knowing I would toss and turn for hours, only to wake up in the morning to live the same hell for another day. Sometimes I harmed myself. After telling K about my struggles she arranged an appointment with a psychiatrist, who got my meds in order. I refused any medications with potential for misuse and the doctor respected my wishes. After that I could sleep again.

The cravings persisted for a long time. After the first month I took a risky chance and did something I'm not yet comfortable sharing because it's a controversial topic and I don't want to give anyone ideas. After that the cravings were completely gone. I was still a nervous wreck, but at least I didn't feel the constant urge to snort chemicals.

Christmas came. I had gotten a little journal as a christmas gift for myself and began journaling my thoughts. I also met S for the first time. We exchanged numbers and began talking semi-regularly.

After New Year I was transferred back to my old department at my job, with a much better atmosphere. I was happy about it, although I was withdrawn and anxious because of my ongoing struggles. My daily life was pretty much the same with little to no signs of improvement. My journal, which was meant for light-hearted fun, is filled with despair and self-destructive thoughts. In spring I finally called things off with Shitty Boyfriend. From my perspective our relationship had died a long ago, but he thought differently and did not take this well at all. I practically lost my entire circle of friends because of him.

By summer I felt a little better, likely because I'm a summer person. I took walks in the nature, ate ice cream and and enjoyed other summer activities, by myself. I began saving money, but did not have a plan for them yet.

In autumn my employer gave news about a possible merger, which made me worry about my job security. That gave me an idea for the money I was saving: I would go back to school and get another degree. The next spring I applied to a school that happened to be in the same town S was living, and when school started we moved in together. We had a rocky start because of his drinking problem, but despite that I enjoyed my new life. School is so much fun when you're an adult.

After getting some distance to my old job I realized it was just too stressful for me. Even though it paid relatively well, in the end it was simply not worth my mental well-being. It felt sad leaving my amazing colleagues behind, but it was something I needed to do. So I got another degree and and soon found a new job.

This is where I am now.

[scaredofghosts]

Hi!! I am so excited to be your Secret Santa!!! Tell me your favorite things! (Taylor era, colors, aesthetics, foods, specific lyrics, songs and anything else!!)

Hi!! omg I'm so excited too <3 how are you, love??

My fav Taylor era (and album) is Reputation, it's getting hard to rank her albums though! What's yours?

My fav color is definitely turquoise, I also love fuccia, white and black, and I really love the minimalist aesthetic:)

Food mmm I'd say spaghetti, that's my weakness lol I can eat it with any sauce, except if it contains seafood, I don't like it at all

I'm gonna give you a (long) list with my favorite Taylor songs and lyrics, because I'm a little too indecisive as you can tell 🙈 sorry if this is too much!

Jump Then Fall: I've never been so wrapped up honey, I like the way you're everything I ever wanted

Forever And Always: here's to silence, that cuts me to the core, where is this going? Thought I knew for a minute, but I don't anymore

You're Not Sorry: and you got your share of secrets and I'm tired of being last to know

Bye Bye Baby: I was so sure of everything, everything I thought we'd always had

The Other Side Of The Door: I keep going back over things we both said, and I remember the slamming door and all the things that I misread

The Story Of Us: this is looking like a contest of who can act like they care less

Sparks Fly: just keep on keeping your eyes on me, it's just wrong enough to make it feel right

If This Was A Movie: the entire bridge tbh

Haunted: something keeps me holding on to nothing

I Almost Do: oh, we made quite a mess, babe, it's probably better off this way

The Last Time: just like all those times before, you wear your best apology but I was there to watch you leave

Come Back...Be Here: Taxi cabs and busy streets that never bring you back to me, I can't help but wish you took me with you

The Very First Night: We broke the status quo, then we broke each other's hearts

All You Had To Do Was Stay: here you are now, calling me up but I don't know what to say, I've been picking up the pieces of the mess you made

I know Places: lights flash and we'll run for the fences, let them say what they want, we won't hear it

Wonderland: but there were strangers watching, and whispers turned to talking, and talking turned to screams

So It Goes...: wear you like a necklace, I'm m so chill, but you make me jealous

Dancing With Our Hands Tied: so, baby, can we dance oh, through an avalanche? And say, say that we got it, I'm a mess, but I'm the mess that you wanted

Don't Blame Me: If you walk away, I'd beg you on my knees to stay

Lover: and at every table, I'll save you a seat loverrrr

False God: but we can patch it up good make confessions and we're begging for forgiveness, got the wine for you

Cruel Summer: I don't wanna keep secrets just to keep you

Afterglow: this ultraviolet morning light below, tells me this love is worth the fight

seven: love you to the moon and to saturn

hoax: you knew you won so what's the point of keeping score?

this is me trying: I was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere

my tears ricochet: and I can go anywhere I want, anywhere I want, just not home

gold rush: I don't like that falling feels like flying 'till the bone crush

cowboy like me: Now you hang from my lips like the Gardens of Babylon, with your boots beneath my bed forever is the sweetest con

right where you left me: if our love died young, I can't bear witness

coney island: will you forgive my soul, when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care?

renegade: is it insensitive for me to say get your sh*t together, so I can love you?

Maroon: You were standing hollow-eyed in the hallway, carnations you had thought were roses, that's us

Would've, Could've, Sould've: and if you never saved me from boredom I could've gone on as I was, but, Lord, you made me feel important and then you tried to erase us

The Great War: say a solemn prayer, place a poppy in my hair

And a really really special mention to 'it's like your eyes are liquor, it's like your body is gold' from end game

Sorry for late reply, I've been kinda busy, hope you have an amazing week!💜

[eristic-kaleidoscope]

K² || Kenshin || 4.6 || RE: All That.

As soon as Akito walks away from his podium, Kenshin was dead silent. Practically frozen after Kokone’s instant confession, every bone in his body urged for him to keep fighting. Urged him to keep exclaiming that she isn’t the one that did this. And yet, he remained frozen, eyes locked onto the floor. He carefully looks Kokone’s way once she receives the hug from Akito, the answer pretty much dawning on them all.

He can’t give up. God he doesn’t want to give up.

…….but doesn’t he have to now.

Slowly, Kenshin speaks up, voice now rather quiet.

“.....before you accuse Akito of lying, or something-” He begins, before reaching in his pocket once more, solemnly setting something on the edge of his podium.

An identical key to the one found in investigation.

With that, he lingers in his own silence for a while, trying to collect all of his thoughts. Trying to soothe the anxiety that continues to build at a rapid pace. It’s not that successful, as he sighs, continuing on.

“.....I was being honest when I said Kokone’s key has decorations with it. Seeing her key in the library was a telltale sign that… that she was involved.”

“.....”

“I had planned on going to the library to keep myself awake earlier. I… I ran into Kokone as she was leaving it, sh-she seemed really out of it, and I was concerned so I took her back to my dorm. S-someone else was in the area at the time, I hear a door open and close b-but I didn’t think it was important but-”

“Just seeing the key in the library, I knew. I knew it h-had to be her but I… I was in denial. I think I still am. That it couldn’t be her key, that she wouldn’t do this, that-” That they would be hanging out later. That they were supposed to get home. Together. That they promised to get back to Shiori.

“....s-something in my heart said she was innocent and I… I just wanted to keep protecting her. If I kept trying to cover then m-maybe some other truth could have come out.” Break. “I just-”

His eyes flash to Calluna. They’ve talked about a situation like this before. If the worst would come to fruition. If it was possible to buy a favor to prevent the worst from happening, to prevent it with a desperate solution.

And yet, he didn’t go through with it. He had too much faith.

Kenshin does flinch at the idea that Byrne could take the fall instead. God, so many people here that he cares for could take the fall instead of him. 1 out of 8 is not the best odds, as a grand majority of the possible options would make this whole scheme blow up in his face. What sort of guilt would take that place then?

“....I didn’t want anyone else to die. I didn’t want anyone in general to die. If there was a mistrial, I just wanted to convince the hosts that the one who should take the fall-” Despite his words trailing, the end of his sentence was obvious.

…Kokone should still be alive.

They all should be alive.

Panic now quickly setting in, mellowing his anger, Kenshin could feel his chest tightening. God, they’re running out of time. God they’re running out of time. He knew that any sort of comment could easily spark his anger back up, which mixing with this anxiety would not be the wisest. Shakily, he rests his hand on his podium, trying to steady himself, as he processes everyone’s words.

“...Byrne isn’t lying about my schedule, and about last night. I can confirm that. A-also,” His eyes flash back over to Jae-min. “She wouldn’t frame me. Even if her personality changed from the motive, I know that Kokone wouldn’t throw me under the bus.”

Her outburst was evidence of that.

Yet, as Erik A speaks up once more, Kenshin stares quietly. How he was close to her, and liked hanging around her, even if she was different from the motive. Even if she was different from behind her mask. Hell, the same could go with a few people interacting with her. Cracking jokes, enjoying her company, and so on, it was more than just bearing with Kokone. People liked Kokone, people liked Eiri, people even liked Kori. How they said they didn’t dislike her, still have belief in her, that every form of her was still the same person. They all liked being with her, they all wanted the best for her.

At the worst possible time, Kenshin got what he wished for.

The knowledge that Kokone is loved.

Drip, drip.

Slowly moving, Kenshin taps in his vote, before going back to trying to keep himself steady. “I… I know that’s the correct answer, w-what you have to do.” His eyes remain on the voting panels, vision slightly blurring.

“....I can’t. I can’t do it. I can’t vote for her. I-I can’t cast my vote to damn her like this. I love her too much to- I… I know that this whole thing revolves on you all, on Kokone, b-BUT-”

Finally noticing his eyes stinging, Kenshin carefully removes his glasses, eyes flickering back to the group. He knows what’s coming. He knows what’s about to happen. And yet, there wasn’t much he could do to stop it. All he could do was feel helpless. All he could do was plead.

He hitches in a breath, shoulders shaking.

“Pl-Please don’t kill her.”

[animatronicabundance-archived]

@curseofbreadbear​ asked:  ▣ - for mikey & gregbot mayhaps...

It was easy to tell when Sammy had a strong memory, strong enough for him to talk about the past or clearly be lost in it. The young boy had been channel flipping when he came across a rather gruesome movie murder scene of a dead body. A quick hit of the TV's power button as his breathing gets funny, his shoulders shrink, and his eyes look in another place.  It’s a minute before he speaks, and he knows Mike is in the living room doorway.

“That...that n-n-night whe-en you and your fr-friends locked me in-....th-there was....h-h-hair...there sh-shouldn’t have been hair in Fr-Fredbear but th-there was-”

A quiver of his lip and quick to dry his eyes on his arm. No, no he’s going to be brave this time while there’s enough of himself to be brave.

“ When un-uncle W-Will found me l-locked in there...h-he...he said if I told anyone what I saw in Fredb-bear, that what happened to Ch-Ch-Charlie would happen to you or m-momma.”