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sapphiresterreart · 1 year ago

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Inspired by this post: where Shadow finds Super Sonic and ONLY Super Sonic attractive. Sonic's normal self is not wanted.

It made me cackle because I couldn't help but picture Shadow deciding to explore this gay awakening in the most convoluted way possible. Cue me getting carried away with the idea and scribbling a rough scene.

Stuffed under the Read More.

At one point after seeing Sonic's glow-up into Super a few times, Shadow's brain latches onto an idea and goes insane until he scratches the metaphorical itch.

He zooms around the entire planet to collect the 7 Chaos Emeralds AND the maximum amount of rings a single person can hold.

Randomly shows up at Tails’ workshop/house one day, looking particularly deranged to the poor fox because the guy's spent the past month running himself ragged and is now gunning for his older brother for some unfathomable reason. Eggman couldn’t possibly have recovered from the last beat down in such short time! Something’s clearly wrong.

Shadow’s carefully manicured quills are in utter disarray. Gunk and grease coat his muzzle. Gloves notably tattered and inhibitor rings tarnished. There’s a suspicious smearing of red all over his typically immaculate chest fluff. Worst of it all are his eyes: near feral in their intensity as they pin the fox in his computer chair from afar.

The surly hedgehog snarls. “Where’s Sonic?”

All the while, Shadow has to keep ahold of the seven emeralds that prolly act like magnets and want to repel away from each other. His sanity’s hanging on a thread.

Luckily Sonic shows up soon (instead of late? First time for everything! What a relief) after a brief, albeit frantic call from his lil bro.

Sonic does not expect Shadow to look like such a wreck. He does not expect his usually composed rival to yank an absurd amount of rings from the pocket dimension everyone had in their feathers, fur, or otherwise back part of their body. He does not expect those same rings to be shoved into his hands and quills, forcibly stuffing them into his own ‘inventory’ of a pocket dimension.

He does not expect the rings to keep coming until he can’t hold anymore.

He does not expect the Seven Chaos Emeralds to immediately follow after.

“Shad–” Sonic tries, absolutely baffled.

“Transform.” Shadow gives him nothing except a haggard sort of desperation. “Now.”

And. Well. When asked like that? Damn. He won’t say no but that’s some voice his rival has on him. Hmm. Still. He doesn’t go super just yet because there’s only so long a transformation can last and he’d like some of the facts first. Especially if the situation’s as dire as Shadow’s making it out to be.

“What’s up?” He tosses out a tense smirk and a quip to lighten the mood. “Got yourself in trouble with the law again, Shads? Need me to use your own money to bail–“

“Transform.” Shadow staggers and oh no he’s gonna pass out isn’t he? He straightens before he can truly fall.

Sonic lets the smirk fall. This is too unusual. “Not until you tell me what’s going on! What the heck Shadow?”

The glare intensifies. He looks weirdly… hungry? Oh. He hopes that's not some alien DNA comin’ out to play. Sonic’s not in the mood to be eaten. At least… not in the way his shoot-first-questions-later friend would likely consider.

“…Transform first and then I’ll tell you.”

What an oh-so generous counter-offer. Sonic’s tempted to refuse on principle but the guy looks ready to collapse and there’s only so long Sonic himself can hold all seven emeralds at once before they launch outta his grip.

He sighs. “Yeah, alright.”

Sonic closes his eyes. Concentrates. Feels the power humming in the gems, lets them push away from him with him as their center of gravity to orbit. Momentum builds as they whirl around him. His focus deepens. A zen sort of calm settles over him like a familiar cloak as he pulls the gems back into his core sense of being. A spark ignites and he’s set aflame.

His feet leave the floor as the power repels him against the planet. Feels the gems thrumming alongside his veins as he opens his eyes. The world glitters a beautiful gold but he doesn’t have time to smell the roses. Rings are burning like a candlestick’s wick, after all.

“Start talking.”

Shadow does not start talking. Instead he stares. Only stares. It’s… kind of concerning, actually.

“Shadow?” Super Sonic frowns, spending more energy concentrating on maintaining the sheer power humming in his soul than on coming up with a funny joke. “Are you alright?”

Shadow doesn’t make a sound. Is he even breathing? Super Sonic’s brow furrows and gently glides from near the ceiling to hover in front of his rival. Red eyes track the movement like a predator intent on its prey but Super’s not worried about that. Not right now, at least.

Keeping his expression soft, yet unwittingly focused, Super examines his rival’s disheveled state. For the Ultimate Lifeform, he looks ultimately wrecked. He smirks, just a lil, and Shadow hones in on it like a laser beam. Super blinks, smirk twisting into a puzzled smile as he tilts his head, before slowly grasping Shadow by the shoulder.

“C’mon focus, Shadow. You with me?” Wide, red eyes blink dumbly and Super huffs a laugh. “How can I help?”

Shadow. Doesn’t respond. Merely gapes at him like he’s drinking in the sight. It’d be flattering at any other time but right now it’s just frustrating.

“I can’t help if you don’t tell me what’s goin’ on. On a time limit here–“

“You have full inventory.”

Finally! He speaks! But lacks sense. “What?”

“Rings.” Shadows answers though that doesn’t answer much. Choosing instead to fall silent once more and continue staring.

Super doesn’t know what to do with any of this so he turns to someone who might. “Tails? Any clues?”

“N-no…” His lil bro trots over to them, visibly disturbed. Good. Glad he’s not the only one confused here.

“I’m burnin’ rings.” Super settles for instead. “Thought you said it was urgent?”

“I thought it was.” Tails gestures at the catatonic state of their friend. “I mean look at him! What was I supposed to say?”

“Well.” Super starts strong only to trail off.

He pivots in the air, still hovering in front them both. Cups his chin with a thoughtful frown. Absently skims the cluttered workshop as he slowly spins in place before re-centering with a shrug. It’s surprisingly hard to keep focus and maintain the super form when there’s no imminent threat. Without anything to go on, he's just wasting power. So. His gaze returns to his battered rival.

“If nothing else I could try this?”

He drifts closer to the still stunned speechless ‘hog. Frowns slightly at the white part of Shadow’s eyes. They’d reddened significantly. Had he blinked once in the past minute or two? Nothing worth worrying over, he supposed. Not if this worked.

Super reaches a hand, still glowing a vibrant gold and soft flames of light emanating off him, and gently braces a palm against the side of Shadow’s face. Shadow doesn’t even move as Super closes his eyes.

Tails shifts beside them. “Try what?”

Super hums. “We’ll see if it works first, buddy.”

The sound vibrates in his chest and makes its way down the arm connecting him to his rival. The rings are burning slower than usual but once he starts this, they start burning like they would in battle.

Super focuses the gem’s energy from their raw state of chaotic power into something he can channel into another person. He smoothes corrosive edges, softens acidic potency, gentles the sheer intensity of it all and funnels them through his own energy. Pours bits of his own chaos mixed with the gem’s through that funnel in his palm. Pushes it from there into Shadow’s own energy.

Shadow doesn’t do anything more than gasp sharply and let him do his thing. Super mentally shrugs, privately delighted by the fact Shadow was letting him touch him at all especially his face, and continues his foray into healing via chaos energy.

The rings are gone even faster than in battle and soon after the last wound has closed and Super’s pulled away, the power keeping him aloft drains completely. The golden glow fades from his quills and they drop back into blue as he returns to the ground, his normal self once again. His grasp on the chaos emeralds slacken and the tension that had been building between the seven finally releases. The gems launch themselves harmlessly out of him like a slingshot and scatter once more.

He bounces a step from the residue energy crackling inside him and beams at his rival. “So now that that’s over with, mind telling us why you came all this way looking like you crawled outta a dumpster caught on fire?”

That of all things has Shadow snapping back to himself. Any awe lingering in his rival’s face vanishes. Fully returns to his normally composed self as he straightens and crosses his arms with a muted huff.

“Merely an experiment. Good day.” Whirls on a heel with shoes revving, dips his head in what might’ve been a polite farewell at his lil bro. “Prower.”

And leaves. He leaves. The cryptic jerk leaves.

Sonic gawks. “Whuh–? What was that?” He spins to face his brother. “Did you see that? Did you see?”

“I saw.”

“Didn’t even say goodbye to me! Me! He was the one who asked me to come all this way! I was next in line for brainiac dogs over in Spagonia, you know. Not as good as chili dogs but it was buy one get one free day! What the heck?”

His younger brother can only shrug helplessly with a puzzled smile, twin tails swishing behind him. “Don’t know, big bro. He did say it was an experiment.”

“Experiment in driving me insane, maybe! Now I’m gonna go crazy trying to figure him out.”

“You mean you weren’t already?”

“Tails!” He grins and hooks an arm around his annoyingly adorable baby bro. “I’ll show you who’s crazy!”

His bro only laughs and swats at the fist digging into his hair. Futilely fighting against the inevitable noogie but he's got him secured by the shoulders. “Have mercy! I’m not the one who spent the past month looking for seven whole emeralds and an entire inventory’s worth of rings.”

“I’ll give ya that!” Sonic cackles and lets him free. “What was up with that anyway?”

Elsewhere, unbeknownst to the brothers, one Shadow the Hedgehog was having a crisis of epic proportions. He had discovered a new, albeit incredibly difficult goal in life: to have Sonic turn Super more often than not because wow did he look alluring with a face of focused intensity framed by golden hues.

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firefirefruit · 11 months ago

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Steel in Her Veins, Chapter: Eight

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Characters: Fem!Reader x Roronoa Zoro

Chapter Eight: The One-Eyed Marimooo

The world’s spinning. You physically can’t breathe. This boy’s whooping in your ear, screaming, “LET’S GOOOOO!” over and over again.

Fucking great. This is it. The end of your journey.

You’re being dragged upwards, a body of limbs flailing from impact. Riding the worst escalator you’ve ever been on. Going up. Up. Up. Up. And up – until, finally, you’re nearing the tip of your ascent.

The moon swallows both of your shadows whole like a voracious celestial behemoth, hungry for the spectacle it's about to witness, and there’s this one second where you and Luffy turn to each other, both flailing in the air.

Just for one second, there’s silence. No whizzing of air or the flapping of bodies, no screams of terror echoing into the abyss – there’s just silence.

Then, you begin your descent.

As the two of you plummet towards the ship, the world speeds up in a dizzying blur of sea and stars and trees and darkness. Ice-cold fear courses through you, as you feel yourself steam in terror, and for a moment, time seems to stretch as if reluctant to witness the impending impact.

Great. This is the way you’re gonna die. Awesome. Well, thanks for everything, Gramps. You shut your eyes tightly, preparing for the sound of God to come thundering down on you.

“Here we go!” Luffy bellows, his voice fighting against the current of the wind. You snap your eyes wide open, undecided on whether to scream at Luffy or at death itself.

With a sudden twist, Luffy's rubbery limbs twang into action. He wraps his arms around you, forming a makeshift cushion against the gravitational pull – you can’t lie, it's a bizarre yet effective mid-air manoeuvre, and you can't help but marvel at the sheer fucking audacity of it.

The wind howls around you, and the world regains its chaotic symphony while Luffy's laughter cuts through the air, a mix of thrill and exhilaration.

And then, with a jarring but surprisingly gentle thud, you land on the Sunny's deck; it's as if gravity itself had a change of heart, deciding to be merciful at the last moment. The ship creaks under the sudden impact, but still, it holds firm beneath you.

Immediately disentangling yourself from Luffy's curling grasp, you stumble off into a direction, steaming with sheer terror and fury. Liquid nitrogen spreads from your feet like wildfire, chilling the Sunny into a post-apocalyptic landscape.

“Woah, woah, what’s goin’ on?” Franky exclaims, gaping at the smoke crackling across the Sunny’s body.

"THAT WAS AWESOME!" Luffy cheers wildly, his arms flinging into the sky. “Did you like it, Raya? Was it fun? You wanna do it again?”

You, on the other hand, are about to throw major hands.

"What. The. Hell, Luffy? What the actual fuck?” you seethe, each word punctuated by bursts of ice shattering beneath you.

"You’re tough, Swordsy. You took it well!" he grins, slapping you on the back with gusto. You stagger forward from the impact, each unintended step leaving frozen disc-like cracks into the floor.

“Raya! Stop moving!” Franky cries out, helplessly gaping at the glacial destruction of his beloved ship.

Arching an eyebrow at Franky's evident distress, Luffy shifts his gaze down to the deck. With a sudden yelp, he exclaims, "WOAH! Why's it snowing in this kinda weather?"

"It's not the weather, Luffy," Robin calmly remarks as she and the others begin boarding the ship. She observes you with a surprised curiosity. "It's Raya."

“But you’re a fire-user…” Sanji’s questions, a curious cigarette dangling in his mouth. His eyes flicker to the floor, staring at poor Franky who’s knelt over the damage, helplessly scraping his metal fingers through the mist. “Isn’t this liquid nitrogen?”

“Yeah, um…I ate the Burn-Burn fruit…” you quickly answer before looking down at Franky. Guilt washes over you as you realise the extent of the damage to his hard work. “I’m so sorry, Franky…I’ll fix this for sure.”

“Mmmh,” Franky responds miserably.

“What’s a Burn-Burn fruit?” Usopp pipes out, squidging his face in the small gap between Zoro and Robin.

Robin smiles at you, her eyes lighting up.

“You burn things?” Chopper cocks his head, crawling all over Zoro’s shoulders.

“Yeah – I mean, I’ve been using fire for my whole life, but I’ve recently been trying to…to burn things with ice…” your voice awkwardly falters when you and everyone else diverts their attention to the snowstorm on the floor, your face heating up – and because you’re aware that your face is heating up, your face starts to grow even hotter.

Fuck. You’ve been working on ice for months, and a single fucking fright leads you to unleashing frostbite hell. You knew it’d be too risky - especially with how closely your Burn’s tied to you and your feelings – but Gramps had insisted…

Well, at least you went with ice. At least you didn’t choose electricity…or, heaven forbid, chemicals…

You want to get stronger, don’t you? Gramps’ voice rings in your head like a persistent echo, urging you forward. Fear is a blockage of spirit.

You mutter to yourself, wondering how the hell to shut this man up in your head. It's a constant nagging now, always lecturing, always trying to sound deep and wise beyond his years and he's all so Wano-esque.

Maybe that's why Gramps doesn't complain anymore; he's living rent-free in your head, and he's probably loving every minute of it.

In a heartbeat, the urgent staccato of anxious heels reverberates against the wooden boards, instantly capturing everyone's focus.

"Out of my way!" Nami's commanding cry slices through the air, prompting Usopp and Chopper to emit startled yelps. They stumble away as a streak of vibrant orange hair charges through them like a bolt of lightning. "Raya! Are you okay?!"

"Absolutely," you respond with a wry smile, your sarcasm laced with a lingering adrenaline rush pulsing in your head. “Had a fantastic flight.”

Nami immediately swivels around to Luffy, seizing his head in a firm chokehold. “Don’t ever do that to people who aren’t part of your crew – you got that?”

Luffy, garbling in her grasp, still manages to force out a pout. “Wh – gah – why not?”

“I mean, it doesn’t look that bad…it kinda suits the atmosphere of my show, if you think about it ….” Usopp thinks to himself, tapping a finger to his chin. He stares at the ice cooling over the deck, then at Zoro straight in his eye. “Cold, brittle and painful to the touch. Juuust like the one-eyed marimooo.”

"Quit that," Zoro hisses, narrowing his eye at him. "I'm not here for your one-eyed marimo exposé."

Gramps Suki amusedly sighs whilst cleaning his hands with a rag. "Enough with the theatrics, already! Don’t you all have a party to host?”

“Yes! Let us commence!” Usopp shouts in his deep, theatrical voice, jumping on the stage with an air of intrigue and mystique. “Gather, my fellow comrades, and let us begin! Jester, play your most foreshadowing tune!”

Brook grins, and with a -- “Yo-ho-ho! I shall!” -- His fingers begin to strum dramatically across his guitar.

Luffy bursts into excited cackles, dashing to take a seat in front of the stage; Chopper's eyes light up with enthusiasm, and he tugs at Zoro's hair like Ratatouille. Zoro huffs, stumbling forward to gently place them both on the unaffected floor.

Usopp gestures everyone else to sit, and as they all obey his command, he raises his arms to begin.

Brook plays the opening to an intense heavy metal riff. Angular shadows crawl up onto Usopp's face like an army of black ants, moonlight shining a thin silvery trail across his silhouette. Then, he smirks.

“Now, let us unravel the story of the One-Eyed Marimo. Possessing three swords in his reservoir, he has no other room to consider fear…

“I don’t care what society says…” Usopp rasps in a Zoro’s low voice, his marked eye shut firmly as he scowls at the audience. “I’ve never regretted doing anything...”

The crew erupts into wild cackles, caught off guard by Usopp's spot-on impersonation of Zoro. Even Luffy’s rolling on the floor, clutching his stomach with laughter.

Nami shoots a playful glare at Zoro. "Well, it seems Usopp has you figured out!"

Zoro grumbles in response, feigning indifference, but there's a subtle twitch of amusement playing on his lips; Sanji, puffing away on his cigarette, can't help but grin at the accuracy of it all.

Usopp, revelling in the attention, continues the act with theatrical flair. "Strive to be complete with everything you have!" he mutters coarsely, mimicking Zoro's trademark three-sword stance. "No hesitation!"

In the midst of the laughter, Luffy, still rolling on the floor, manages to gasp out, "Let me have a go!"

With a burst of energy, Luffy propels himself off the floor and somersaults onto the stage, landing next to Usopp. His grin is infectious, and the crew watches in anticipation, wondering what kind of chaos Luffy's going to unleash this time.

"Alright, alright! Watch this!" Luffy declares, mimicking Zoro's posture with exaggerated seriousness.

Luffy slaps his hand to his forehead, his eye looking as narrowed and sharp as Zoro’s, scanning across the audience with apathy. Mimicking the marimo’s slouched posture and crossed arms, he lets out a half-hearted, "Mmmm. Where are those idiots? You idiots. Bastards. Stupid idiots.”

Nami, still holding onto Luffy's earlier attack on you, can't help but burst into laughter.

"You're an idiot yourself, Luffy," she remarks between fits of giggles.

Luffy continues with the impersonation, exaggerating Zoro's stern expression. "Why are we even doing this party thing? Shouldn't we be out training and getting stronger? You guys are all a bunch of slackers."

Zoro, trying to stop himself from smirking, mutters under his breath, "Idiot captain..."

Usopp, fake gasping, his hands slapped on each side of face, joins Luffy on the stage. "Hey, marimo, look! It's your fan club!"

Luffy continues his impersonation, now adding a comically serious tone, kissing his teeth dramatically. "TCH. I don't need a fan club. I'm just here because I want to be. TCH."

Nami, still holding her laughter from Luffy's antics, suddenly spots Chopper perched on Zoro's shoulder. With a devious grin, she strides over, seizing the opportunity for her own brand of amusement.

"I'm taking over, Swordsmen!" Nami declares with a sly grin, directing a mischievous gaze at Luffy and Usopp. With a swift motion, she grabs Chopper from Zoro's shoulder and cradles him in her arms, adopting the same serious expression Zoro has.

"I'm not a caring guy," Nami says, mimicking Zoro's gruff voice with surprising accuracy. "I don't have time for this fluffy stuff."

Despite her stern words, there's a playful glint in Nami's eyes as she proceeds to pretend to wash Chopper's back, combing through his fur like a loving father-figure. The crew watches, thoroughly entertained, as Nami continues the charade.

"I'm really not!" Nami insists, patting Chopper's head sweetly like he's a child. "Shut up, Chopper! I'm a marimo, not a babysitter!"

With a flourish, Nami pretends to spoon feed Chopper imaginary food, all while maintaining the serious demeanour of the marimo she's impersonating.

"Swallow your food like a man, Chopper!" she exclaims, channelling the essence of Zoro's gruff and no-nonsense attitude.

You burst into laughter, raising your eyebrow at Nami’s interpretation. “Didn’t know you were a father, marimo?"

"More like the guy who tells brats to stay off his lawn," Zoro retorts, slightly amused by Nami's depiction of him.

Chopper, for his part, seems to be enjoying the attention, giggling between bites of fake food as Nami continues her exaggerated impersonation.

"BUT WAIT!" Usopp roars, reclaiming the spotlight at the centre of the stage. "With every move he makes, with every swing of his swords, he bears every burden without a single complaint.. The glint in his eyes mirrors the strength with which he unleashes his fury upon his enemies...While we actors may be well-refined, only the true master, the One-Eyed marimo, can reveal the elegance of his three-sword style."

He dramatically extends his arm, pointing directly at Zoro. "One-eyed Marimo, step forward and grace us with your power!"

Zoro, still feigning indifference but with a subtle hint of amusement, rises from his seat and ambles towards the stage. Everyone holds their breath, curious to see if their stoic samurai is going to play along.

Usopp, ever the storyteller, encourages the act with a flourish. "Behold, ladies and gentlemen! Witness the formidable three-sword style of our very own marimo!"

Zoro, with a smirk playing on his lips, picks up three scrap metal swords from the barrel with practiced precision. The moonlight casts a silvery glow on the blades as he assumes a battle-ready stance.

Usopp continues his narration, his voice filled with dramatic flair. "The marimo's blades move like an intricate dance, a deadly ballet choreographed by the hand of a true master. Each stroke is a testament to his skill and determination. A fearsome whirlwind of steel awaits any who dare to challenge him."

Captured by the performance, you watch as Zoro gracefully manoeuvres the swords, each movement embodying the essence of his true prowess.

Well... You lean further against the ship’s banister, folding your arms in intrigue. Maybe you underestimated his skills a little bit…

Nami, still in her Zoro persona, crosses her arms and watches with feigned indifference. "Hmph. Not bad, marimo. But you still owe me money."

Zoro, not missing a beat, retorts, "I don't owe you anything, navigator. Keep dreaming."

As Zoro continues his swordplay, the crew, now fully immersed in the theatrical atmosphere, can't help but marvel at their powerful friend.

Usopp, revelling in the success of his storytelling, raises his arms for a grand finale. "And thus concludes our tale of the one-eyed marimo and his legendary three-sword style! A round of applause for our fearless swordsman!"

☽

Luffy, having kicked up his feet, sprawls over the stage, his stomach emitting audible growls that resonate with exaggerated hunger. He moans theatrically, a performance of hunger so dramatic that even the stars seem to take notice. The sheer anticipation of food makes him twirl his fingers, mimicking a culinary dance in the air.

Beside him, Brook lies gracefully, his skeletal form seamlessly integrated with his guitar. The moonlight casts angular shadows across his bony joints as he strums, creating a hauntingly beautiful harmony that intertwines with the soft pop melodies. His fingers move with spectral precision, producing notes that linger in the night air like echoes of a distant serenade.

Gramps and Sanji, side by side at the grill, are a dynamic duo in the art of cooking. The sizzle of food on the grill mixes with their laughter as they exchange culinary wisdom. Sanji, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, moves with grace and precision, mirroring Gramps's knife techniques. The rhythmic dance of flames and the clattering of knives creates a symphony that harmonises against the rhythm of the sea.

Gramps, with a twinkle in his eye, reaches into his pocket and retrieves a set of culinary knives, self-crafted with meticulous care. He hands them to Sanji, a gesture of appreciation for the true artistry that the cook brings to the crew. Sanji, looking at the knives with admiration, expresses his gratitude, a genuine smile spreading across his face.

Meanwhile, Zoro lies sprawled on the deck, a bottle of sake in hand. He drinks with a contented expression, lounging beside Chopper and Franky. The trio shares a moment of loud discussion and playful arguments, their laughter blending with the distant sounds of music and fire. Zoro, with a playful glint in his eye, raises his bottle in a silent toast to the night.

Over in a quiet corner, Robin and Usopp are deep into a board game showdown. Glasses clink, and laughter breaks out as they banter back and forth. Robin, grinning with confidence, seals her fifth consecutive win. She shoots a knowing look at a defeated Usopp, signaling that he's now on the hook for three vodka shots to make up for it.

Nami, reclining on the banister beside you, holds a beer in hand as she gazes at the stars echoing across the rippling sea. The soft glow of moonlight highlights her thoughtful expression; the atmosphere is serene, a stark contrast to the energetic celebration unfolding behind you.

You turn to Nami, and a small, comforting smile plays on your lips. The distant laughter and music provide a somewhat comforting backdrop to the quiet moment between you and Nami. As you nudge your shoulder against hers, a silent understanding passes between you two.

In the tranquil embrace of the night, you speak with a gentle hush.

"You okay?" you ask, concern threading through your words.

Nami, drawn from her contemplative thoughts, manages a smile that carries a hint of melancholy. "Yeah, yeah… It’s just – I was thinking… Are you sure you don’t want to join us?"

A subtle ache tugs at your heart. It tempts you; it really does.

You avert your gaze, turning your attention back to the vast expanse of the sea. The horizon, bathed in moonlight, stretches out before you, almost too perfectly serene against the gentle lapping of the waves.

"I have so many responsibilities here…and joining you guys would just be dangerous – I don’t…" Your voice trails off, leaving the unspoken implication hanging in the air. This idea of duty, a tether to the ship and its crew, makes you worry.

Nami regards you with understanding eyes, her own gaze drifting towards the horizon. The night carries a delicate balance of joy and solitude, and in this quiet exchange, the weight of unspoken worries and unfulfilled desires lingers beneath the starlit sky.

“I know…it’s just – the offer still stands,” she says, taking a huge gulp of her beer.

As you casually lean against the banister, soaking in the excitement, joy, and life of these people, your attention is drawn to your old man. A subtle tension rests in his arms as he attempts to force a smile, scanning the surroundings with suspicion.

That can't be a good sign. It's never a good sign.

“Hey Nami, I’m gonna go refill my drink,” you say, your eyes never leaving your Gramps.

You leave Nami on the banister, the rhythmic sound of the sea and distant revelry accompanying your steps as you approach Gramps. He's standing near the edge of the ship, his eyes scanning the surroundings with a watchful intensity.

"Gramps," you call out, your voice a soft murmur, trying not to draw attention. He turns towards you, attempting to force a reassuring smile.

"What's going on?" You raise a brow. "You're on edge."

Gramps looks at you, his attempt at a smile faltering for a moment. He places a hand on your shoulder, a mixture of concern and reassurance in his eyes.

"It's nothing to worry about, Raya. Just being cautious, you know how it is," he says, his voice low and measured. "We're in unknown waters, and it doesn't hurt to keep an eye out. But trust me, everything is under control."

You glance around, still sensing an air of tension, but Gramps' words, combined with the steadiness of his gaze, makes you hesitate a little.

You cross your arms, giving him a look. “Are you lying?”

Gramps meets your gaze, and for a moment, his eyes betray a flicker of uncertainty. He sighs, dropping his hand from your shoulder.

"I won't lie to you, Raya. There's... something out there. A...presence," he admits, choosing his words carefully. "But we're prepared, and I don't want you to worry. I will keep you and everyone else safe."

You narrow your eyes, the worry in your chest tightening. "What kind of presence? Gramps, be straight with me."

"I can't say for certain," he confesses, his voice a low murmur, eyes flickering to the others, then to you. "Until we have more information, I need you to trust me and enjoy the celebration. We'll deal with whatever comes our way."

Your arms remain tightly crossed, the unease settling in the pit of your stomach. You shake your head stubbornly. "I can't just ignore this. What if it's a threat?"

Gramps places a hand on your shoulder again, his eyes conveying a mix of warmth and solemnity. "Raya, we've faced countless challenges together, and we've always come out on top. I promise, if things get serious, you'll be the first to know. Right now, I need you to be with your friends. We'll handle this. Trust me."

You pause for a moment, studying him. Your eyes search his face, catching the flicker of a weary resolve in his gaze. Gramps, weathered by years of navigating both treacherous seas and the complexities of life, stands before you with a quiet strength. The lines etched on his face tell stories of battles won and challenges faced, yet in this moment, there's an acknowledgment that the current unknown carries a unique weight.

Finally, Gramps breaks the silence with a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder, his eyes conveying both a plea for trust and a promise of protection. The distant laughter and music from the celebration underscore the gravity of the unspoken exchange, a delicate dance between the duty to protect and the need to savour moments of joy.

"Go back and enjoy the night. I've got everything under control,” he whispers.

As Gramps' words hang in the air, a sudden shift in the atmosphere unsettles the night. The sea, once a serene companion, seems to murmur in a language of foreboding whispers. The distant revelry dims, and an eerie quiet blankets the ship.

You cast one last glance at Gramps, his weary but determined eyes meeting yours. The unspoken understanding between you lingers, the weight of secrets shared beneath the starlit sky.

"Then keep me updated. Please," you whisper, pursing your lips.

As you turn away, a chill crawls up your spine. The night, once full of promise, now grasps onto something else that eclipses the celebration. With a tinge of tension in your body, you walk into the chaos, the unknown presence lingering in the back of your mind, shaping the contours of the abyss that unfolds. The ship anchors itself into the heart of uncertainty, leaving you to navigate the shadows that dance on the edge of the moonlit waves – one that even Nami won’t be able to foresee.

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justanoasisimagines · 3 months ago

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The Joker and The Temptress (1/?)

Summary; After robbing the Mob, Joker crashes into her. His world is turned upside down. He's besotted from the moment they meet. His Temptress, he doesn't know why but he's going to keep her anyway. Pairing; Joker x Female Reader (Temptress) WordCount; 1,659 Warnings; Use of Y/N (Although it won't be in the second part), kidnapping, murder, strong language! A/N; If you liked this, the second part will be posted next Sunday! Also, as always my requests are open! My guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Credit to cafekitsune for the banners and the divider!

A busy Arkham street in the middle of the day can appear to be like any other. Taxis deliver people to their destination. People talk animatedly amongst themselves. Traffic was hectic.

However, for Y/N it was anything but. Her heart raced as she pushed through and swerved people on the sidewalk, keeping her face forward.

She could feel his presence lurking behind her like a monster in the night. She broke out into a light jog in an attempt to gain some distance between them. She was in danger. No safe place to go. No visible place to hide.

Running from a crazed ex wasn't something she'd intended to do today. Yet a decision to have a sandwich for lunch had forced her to this. Then she found herself running again. As history decided to repeat itself.

She'd gotten away once. She could do it again.

Joker pressed hard on the horn. Paitence wearing thin. He needed to get away. No one decided to move. In a fit of rage, he slammed his fists down on the steering wheel three times, before he decided to swerve into the other lane of traffic, pressing hard on the accelerator at the side of a clear road.

As Joker drove down the long straight, he relished in the freedom. He'd be gone in no time. When a woman carelessly wandered into the road. It was clear she wasn't paying attention. Her head turned back. Unaware a speeding bus was heading towards her.

Joker had been focused on his mission A pang in his heart. Stop! His mind told him. She was a beauty. A shining light. A beacon.

He had to have you.

The bus collided with her forcing her to the ground. Joker wasn't concerned. The hit wasn't too hard. Joker opened up the double doors as he exited, taking one step at a time.

Y/N's eyes flickered up. Her body was sore, and her ankle hurt. Her eyes flickered over to the side, her ex stalking towards her. Someone cast a shadow, she glanced up a man in a blue suit wearing clown makeup loomed over her.

Could someone give her a fucking break?

With all her might, she attempted to drag herself away. She couldn't give up now. Her attempt was futile. The clown pulled her into his arms, she was quick to fight back, throwing and flailing her arms and legs around. Who did he think he was grabbing her like that?

Joker remained conflicted. He didn't know what he was doing. Which was usual, but he'd never felt himself so compelled to protect another person before. She struggled against him, as his grip tightened.

"Oi, don't you touch her." Joker rolled his eyes in response. Now her actions were explainable. She was running from him.

"I don't have time for this. So I'm going now." Joker intended to walk away. The woman trembled in his arms. When the man stepped forward, she leaned into Joker. There were no other options available to her. She was stuck between a rock and a hard place. Literally.

"Drop her freak." Joker's next movements were swift. Placing the woman down on the bonet of the bus. He caged her in his arms. She leaned back in response.

"Shh, Shhh, Shh. I'm not gonna hurt you, Sweetheart. Are you running from him?" She nodded. Joker turned swiftly, he placed his hand in his pocket.

"Now give her to me."

"She's mine now." In a fit of rage, the man launched himself into Joker's space. The man lunged at Joker who at the last moment pulled the knife from his pocket. Staggering back, the man's face dropped as he covered his stomach. Joker crossed the short distance, as he stabbed the man repeatedly. Until he dropped to the ground.

Y/N's screams were piercing.

Joker turned back to her. From paralyzed by fear to utter desperation. Desperate to get away, she launched herself off of the bonnet, landing on her sprained ankle. She fell to the ground in pain. Yet she stood and attempted to hop away. Joker stood back and admired her. He liked her fire.

"Sweetheart, don't you run from me, I'm not gonna hurt you. Besides I killed him for you." Joker captured her in his arms, she thrashed around.

"I like that fire in you Sweetheart." Joker's raspy voice whispered into her ear. Her blood ran cold. Her fight and desperation became rejuvenated as she screamed and battled.

The crowd did nothing.

Joker would have torn them down either way. His brain was conflicting. He couldn't think straight. What was he doing? Why had he become so taken with her?

Joker didn't know. He was going to protect her; anyone who dared to hurt her would perish.

Stepping onto the bus, he dragged her to the driver's seat. As he took a seat, his arms tightened around her waist. Positioning his feet on the accelerator and brake. Using one hair, he moved the hair away from her shoulder.

"Have you driven a bus before?" Y/N shook her head. "You're about to. Turn on the ignition." Y/N's hands trembled as she turned the key. "Good, good. Now I'm gonna control the pedals, while you drive the bus. This is gonna be so much fun!" With no choice. No route of escape, she placed her hands on the wheel. "Keep going straight. There we go!" Joker rested his head on the top of her shoulder, slowly tapping on her hip.

"Forgive me beautiful, I didn't ask for your name. My name is Joker, but I'd prefer it if you call me J." Y/N swallowed, her throat dry. "Come on sweetheart." "Y/N" "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman I'm going to give you a name for me and me only. What should it be? Turn right here." Joker contemplated for several moments. It had to roll off the tongue, something fiery. It had to show everyone she belonged to him. Darling? No? Treasure? Way too plain. Beautiful? She is beautiful and even though he'd cut anyone who called her that. But no! Buttercup? Sugar? Wildcat? Little Mouse? No! No! No! No! A lightbulb might as well have lit over Joker's head. Temptress. She'd lured him in. She called to him. Temptress indeed.

"Temptress." It was smooth off of Joker's tongue. For another forty-five minutes, they drove in silence. They drove until they reached a dust-abandoned lockup. "If you run, I'll catch you. I'm going to place you right here while I'll lock this away." Joker proceeded to haul the duffle bags into the lockup. Temptress did not move. Temptress looked around the old lock-up. Joker had placed her on a piece of wall. There is no point in attempting to escape. She couldn't run, she had no idea where she was. Her shoulders slumped she leaned forward resting her elbows on her thighs. One moment she was fleeing her deranged ex, the next she'd been hit by a bus with a man wearing clown makeup who called himself the Joker. Said man didn't think twice about murdering her ex in the middle of the day? Was she having a nightmare? She tapped the side of her head several times. A pair of hands overtook hers, blocking her from hitting herself any longer. She didn't look up, she knew who it was. He'd quickly become infatuated, but what would happen if he grew tired of her? Surely he'd kill her.

"No, no Sweetheart, you or no one else gets to hurt you," Joker remarked as she glanced up at him. His brown eyes had softened a little. "What about you?" Temptress didn't know where the courage had come from. Joker felt thrilled it was the most he'd heard her talk. Her voice was angelic, a beautiful melody he'd longed to hear. Joker made a mental note to get her to talk more. It was going to take time. She needed not to fear him first. Joker grabbed Temptress's face by the chin. She refused to look at him. Eyes moving around, not focusing on a particular area. Using both hands, he forced her to look at him. "Look at me Temptress…Look at me." Her eyes landed on his brown ones. His rough calloused thumb rubbed her cheek. "I'm not a planner. I'm like a dog chasing a car. If I caught in I don't know what I'd do with it, but you are something special. I don't know why. I don't know how but all I know is you and me are something. I'm not gonna hurt you as long as you don't run. Don't run from me." Temptress nodded as he raised from his crouched position.

Joker needed to locate a safe space to sleep. His usual spaces were no place for someone as special as his Temptress. He'd also need medical supplies the ankle needed to be strapped. He needed something. He couldn't take her to her in case the cops were watching. "Temptress, we need to go find a place to lay low for a while. Someplace safe." Temptress glanced up at him, she knew a place. There was no way he'd ever agree to it. Her hand tapped on her leg repeatedly observing every move. She knew there was no getting away. She couldn't control a thing, yet perhaps he could listen to her if she brought up a viable suggestion. "I know a place." Joker's eyes snapped up as he approached her slowly stalking his prey. "Go on." She swallowed attempting to locate some salavia for her dry throat. "I have a house located in the woods. It's supposed to be a holiday home, but I always keep it stocked with clothes, and food just in case things get bad in the city" Joker's eyes widened. His Temptress was already proving useful. Now all he had to do was get them both there.

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carlos-in-glasses · 11 months ago

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Did I get carried away making a banner for this? No.

RULES: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you’d like to do!) and share the lines where they show up in your wips!

Thank you for the tag @liminalmemories21 @lemonlyman-dotcom @jesuisici33 @freneticfloetry @heartstringsduet @carlos-tk 💚

My words are: WHISPER, STRIP and FEEL (!!!!) (I thought to take screenshots of strip and feel because I didn't think anyone would believe me lol. They are included below the cut with tags.)

Preamble: I was going to post my Winter Smut Fic today, but a few factors have got the better of me - so I'm bouncing it to next week. I'm actually pretty happy about that, because I want to start the New Year as I mean to go on 😏. I've decided to use this tag to share some snippets! I'm excited!

WHISPER

“And if you…if you’d listened…we could have reported it sooner and…”

“And what?”

“The maintenance man could have taken care of– oh my God.” His eyes roll, his head tips back.

“What could the maintenance man have taken care of, TK?” Carlos chases the question by licking TK's neck.

“…The heating. Today. But–”

“What if I’m the maintenance man?” Carlos whispers.

TK is annoyed with himself for smirking. So annoyed with himself when he instinctively asks, “Is that a hammer in your toolbelt or are you just pleased to see me?”

Carlos hums, sucking just below TK’s ear. “I’m gonna nail you to the wall.”

STRIP

The quietly begged please and the clear redirection of TK’s eyes does something to Carlos. He’s never been able to explain to himself what it is – the way his body responds so instantly to the most minute things TK does. He’ll glance over at TK when he'll happen to bend over while arranging books on the coffee table, or TK will casually call him “baby” in his most gentle tone. It gets Carlos semi-hard in his pants, makes him squirm, makes him want to strip TK naked and take him apart where they stand.

FEEL

“I don’t like having sex with clothes on,” TK sighs.

“Depends on the clothes,” Carlos offers, “When you stayed in your wizard cape on Halloween, I came so hard I thought we both needed to go to hospital.”

TK laughs against Carlos’ neck. “Who knew that would do it for you?”

“Not me.”

“A slutty wizard.”

“Seeing you stagger to the bathroom, after. It made me feel so bad and so good,” Carlos says, a bewildered look on his face, “I’m still confused about it.”

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#WIP Word Search #Winter Smut Fic #My Fic #Cig Fic #tarlos fanfic #Tarlos fic #Coming to Ao3 in early January 2024! Woo!

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the-berf · 1 year ago

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The Beef wasn't exactly in the best location in the city. Sure, there was decent footfall but there was also a turf war and they were on the clash line. In a way it was inevitable that someone would take one look and decide it was the kind of place that could be robbed.

"Hand over your money and nobody gets hurt."

Richie almost laughed until he looked up and saw a gun pointed at him. Palms up to placate, he raised his eyebrows.

"Well fuck me, you're serious. You sure you want to do this?" The safety clicked off and Richie cleared his throat. "Sure. I hope you like disappointment. Let me just-" a hand slowly lowered to the till. "-get you all...uh...fifty three dollars and, heh, sixty-nine cents."

The robber stared at him, incredulous. "That seriously all you got?"

"Post-covid, most people pay card, you know?"

"Don't shit me. Where's your safe?"

Of course Carmy had to stick his stupid nose into things in that very moment. He took in the scene with almost amusement until the gun was levelled at him. Then his face shuttered off, blank and tight.

"Yo. Why you threatening my cousin?" The robber's hand wavered as Carmy approached and stood firmly in front of the counter, shielding Richie with his own body. "Are you seriously trying to rob us?"

"Get me to your safe. Now!"

Leaning in, arms crossed over his chest and cocky, Carmy was almost gleeful to reply, "No."

Richie half expected the gun to go off. Instead, the robber spun it and pistol whipped Carmy who staggered under the blow, trying to catch himself on the counter. Rather than rally, he sank down into a boneless heap as he lost consciousness.

"Shit." Richie peerer over the counter. "Cuz?" No response. "Carmen? Cousin? You good?" In the silence he looked up at the robber. "The fuck you do that for? Did you kill him?!"

The robber turned and ran, leaving Richie to vault over the counter as he rushed to Carmy's side. Thank fuck he was breathing.

"Can I get some hands here!" He yelled, trusting someone, anyone, to come help. Sure enough, Tina appeared a moment later and was sent running for ice. She returned with that and Syd in tow.

"Who's the first aider here?"

To Syd's question Tina pointed at Carmy. Of course it had to be him.

"Some jagoff pistol whipped him. Don't think that's covered in any course." Richie pressed the ice to where Carmy had been struck and he could have cried in relief that it seemed to help bring him round. That relief didn't last long though because the groan turned into a squirm then it was a matter of trying to help flip Carmy so he didn't choke on his own puke. Once he seemed done, eyes blinking against the lights, Richie leaned over him to get a good look.

"Cousin?"

"Fuck." Maybe Carmy was better than expected, if he responded in such a Carmy-like way. Except his eyes were looking around, squinting but his breath hitched. "Wha-? Why? Mikey's gonna kill me."

Heart squeezing, Richie was saved from having to try and reply by Syd butting in.

"Hey Carmy. How you doing?"

Blinking hard, Carmy obviously had trouble focusing. But that was probably the least of their worries when the next question out of his mouth was, "Who the fuck are you?"

"Oookay." Syd leaned back. "Is that weird? Because that's weird to me."

Only expletives crossed Richie's mind. They needed Carmy comfortable and out of the public eye in order to figure out what was going on. Nodding to himself, he came up with a plan on the fly.

"Syd, close up. Carmen, I'm going to take you to the office. Tina, call Nat then help Syd."

"No!" The protest was near panicked from Carmy and he groaned, hand going to his head which was probably pounding. "He can't see me. He'll kill me. Said I was banned."

There were only so many times Richie's heart could be ripped from his chest. He couldn't handle telling Carmy the truth about Mikey. Couldn't bear the idea of seeing him learn the truth again. So he lied. Lied to protect them both.

"It's his day off. He'll never know. Don't you worry."

Scooping Carmy up, he groaned. For all appearances, his cousin sure was compact. Thankfully the route to the office had been cleared and Richie deposited him on the couch. At the telling groan, he put the trashcan next to Carmy for good measure.

"Thanks. How's Tiff?"

Just when Richie thought things couldn't get worse, they did. He needed to stop being such an optimist about how much lower the bar could get. Bending the truth by omission, he cleared his throat.

"Good. She's good. You?"

The hollow laugh from Carmy was answer enough but he deigned to add words. "Banned from the family restaurant no matter what I achieve. Mikey won't pick up the phone anymore. Sugar keeps telling me to call Mom. I live for the moment service finishes so I can go for a smoke. So yeah, great."

Talking was good, right? Richie had a vague recollection of not letting people sleep if they hit their head. Or was it when they took certain drugs? He'd be fucked if he could remember.

Thankfully the office door clicked open and Nat stepped in. Richie wished he hadn't been watching Carmy. Emotions flashed over his face as Nat's appearance triggered memories. Disbelief, horror, grief, misery all followed in quick succession. At least he had the presence of mind to grab the trashcan to hurl into. Not that there was much to come up other than a bit more pepto.

"Oh Carm." Nat perched gingerly on the couch and rubbed his back.

All of a sudden, Richie felt like he was intruding. This was a moment between siblings and he was nothing more than an interloper.

Looking up, Carmy's eyes were large and watery. Whether from throwing up or the onslaught of emotions at remembering Mikey's death was neither here nor there. However, it gave Richie the perfect view of mismatched pupils and he cursed under his breath. They needed to get Carmy to hospital.

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titanicfreija · 8 months ago

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Bath Time

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"Freija!"

Sunny's cry woke the Guardian, and she staggered blearily to the den where the Ghost was nowhere to be seen. The glass panel on the sand table was closed and opaque, though, a sign she was in there. A soft tapping against it confirmed suspicion.

Freija had to crawl under the table to reach the outside switch. She heard the glass slide back, but Sunny didn't emerge immediately. Crawling out, she saw the Ghost a foot off the sand, shaking herself and spinning, flaps hovering in fast, even circles around her.

"What's...?" Freija asked, ushering the flailing Sunny toward her with a hand, cupping the Light bubble to her chest.

"There's sand! In my eye!"

"I didn't even think that was a thing," Freija mumbled. "Keep face down, hover over my head," she said, guiding with her hand. "It was about bath time anyway."

"Around that time," the Ghost agreed, struggling not to squirm.

Freija had to blink her own "sand" away and shake herself awake before she could get a good look. "It's not under the glass, but it's definitely wedged into the crease-seam-thing. I might be able to brush it out but that might make it worse."

Sunny moaned, but Freija stroked the top of her core and she drifted into her Guardian's palm.

She felt the way Sunny was looking at her, and she smiled. "It's fine, there's no surgery needed, I'm just gonna use something tiny to nudge it out before I scrub," she promised. "Thomas left some toothpicks around here," she said, finally "letting go". Sunny drifted to the work table and landed, putting her shell petals aside.

"I don't need help, you're injured," Freija told her from the kitchen, but Sunny already decided that. She hovered face-down over the table and tried vibrating at varying frequencies to shake it loose. While the sink warmed up, Freija collected Sunny's bath tub. The cylindrical bowl roughly the size of Freija's boot took some adjustments, the most recent of which was a fountain sprayer that would pull water from the tub. Freija meant to make a shower curtain or something to help keep the water in the bowl but time catches up to you.

While the tub filled, Freija collected all of Sunny's shells and the soap and the polish and the glass cleaner and the lint-free cloth.....

"I'm gonna have forgotten something," she warned Sunny, putting the supplies on the table and then fetching the tub.

Sunny resisted the urge to jump into the water, not sure it would help or hurt, but certain that being slippery would make it harder on Freija.

Freija drew up her stool and picked her Ghost up gently, cradling her in her palm and brandishing a toothpick.

"I promise I will do my best not to hurt you, but I'm pretty sure the toothpick would die, first," Freija joked. With no trouble at all, Freija gently and easily dug the sand granules out of the tiny crevice. No sooner than it was clear, Freija lunged to her feet. "Scrub brush, that's what I forgot," she said, dropping Sunny into the bath without warning. Sunny didn't mind, but she didn't even get a chance to say thank you.

"Sorry," Freija said, realizing what she'd done when she found the Ghost sitting at the bottom. The water glowed and flashed as Sunny "blinked", and Freija grinned at her through the wall. The Ghost wiggled, stirring the surface of the water and Freija rubbed the exposed circle atop the water lovingly.

Polish and cloth set aside for last. Freija dropped a splash of the soap in the water, which Sunny stirred in. The Guardian started on the shells with the scrub brush.

You could tell which shells were Sunny's favorites-- one of the Winter Lotus and both Hareball shells had suffered a few dings and dents and Freija wasn't entirely sure that burn would ever come off. She couldn't even remember when Sunny would have gotten it. Freija dumped half of the Lotus into the water, and every whisker and ear-projector. The other shells only needed to be wiped off.

Eventually, Sunny emerged, and Freja snickered. "You can see the line where you were in the water." She had to get up and fetch Sunny's decorated hand mirror from her shelf. "You really needed this. Where have we been?"

"Everywhere," Sunny said, turning to see that Freija was right-- she had indeed lost a layer of grime that didn't come off the top. She eased back into the water and let Freija hold with one hand and scrub with the other. The brush took some work to find, with much reshaping in an effort to get the right rigidity, but it was worth it. Sunny felt like it got into the divots without being squished too flat.

The gray, brown, and black bubbles dropped off the Ghost and into the bath tub, popping and sending little clouds of muck, mud, or dust to the bottom.

"I think I'm gonna change out the sand, too. See if there's a way to clean it, burn out non-sand or something. It's almost a year old, now, isn't it?"

"Something like that," Sunny agreed absently, distracted by the brush.

"Yeah." Freija stopped talking, enjoying how much Sunny enjoyed her bath. The scrub took a while-- top, spiral down, rinse, and then a second time. Since the sprayer fed from the bottom of the tub, they agreed their old way was better.

Freija cupped water into a hand and dribbled it on Sunny's body. "Gonna use a fresh cloth to finish up," she said, looking again at the gray water. "Need to keep a schedule or something."

"We can do that. Monthly will work," Sunny said.

"You thought it, too?"

"I was going to ask later."

Second scrub went smoother, but the only way to know if she'd rinse clean was clean water. A clean white wash cloth rubdown only indicated one real missed spot.

"Promise, I'm gonna do my best," the Titan vowed as she dabbed a little glass cleaner to the corner of the lint-free cloth.

"You don't have to say that every time," Sunny told her.

She apparently didn't know she did that because she paused and tilted her head before she pressed the cloth to Sunny's eye and scrubbed in small circles.

The polish came after a sufficient drying off. They determined most metal polishes worked, but Sunny liked the gleam of stainless steel. Freija cupped her in the glass cleaning cloth while starting at the divots and fine details around her speakers before the main chunks got addressed.

"Little Ghost back massage," Freija said to herself.

"I am absolutely certain that this would induce enough relaxation to sleep if I were capable of it," Sunny whirred.

"Aww! That gave me all kinds of warm and fuzzies! I'm glad you like it." She put the Ghost on her fingertips and let Sunny spin on xyz axes for examination.

"Your eye is doing that thing," Freija told her. "What's up?"

"Can we do the polish rub thing more often?" The Ghost tilted down and swayed in the air as if on a slow pendulum.

"You want more regular polishing?" Freija asked. "Or more massage rubs cos they feel good?"

"The second one." Sunny remained bashful but picked her eye up after Freija didn't laugh.

"That's fine! I would love to have a good way to give you something after a shitty day of healing me!" She held the mirror for Sunny to see. "Shiny clean!"

Sunny wished she had a 'before', but she didn't need it to see the difference. The shine alone was a huge change. "Thank you, Freija."

"You're very welcome, Sunny Bunny," Freija sang. She left the mirror propped up best she could for her Ghost while she cleaned up.

"Thank you for getting the sand out of my eye," Sunny remembered.

"My pleasure, Sunny Bunny!"

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krikeymate · 2 years ago

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what a week

Scream post-6 fic - part 2 of this is how the story ends

They say the first week is the hardest.

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Tara doesn't remember waking up.

She remembers falling asleep. She can remember stumbling into the apartment, sleep-deprived and floaty from the pain medication. She remembers Sam's arms around her waist as she lurched into the couch, giggling. She remembers the sound of the door being locked and locked and locked, and an uncoordinated stagger into the bedroom, and the feeling of safety as she burrowed her face into Sam's one-and-only pillow. She remembers the light behind her eyelids dimming, a gentle touch to her forehead, and being manoeuvred under the covers.

But waking up? That's lost to her.

Tara comes back to herself with eyes already wide open. The heaviness of sleep is missing and her brain is free from the drowsy fog that usually accompanies her brain as it rouses. She feels so very tired, but her mind is so very alert.

It had been just past midday when they left the hospital. Now it was practically pitch black, the barest hint of a glow from an adjacent street lamp highlighting the edge of the curtained window she faced.

She wishes she was still asleep.

The more Tara thought, the more aware she became. Her body aches, the throbbing only increasing in intensity as she pays attention to it. She wants to close her eyes and be dragged back into unconsciousness, but an errant fearful thought leaves them pinned wide. She's scared that she'll open her eyes again and find herself back in Woodsboro, body pulsating in biting pain from half a dozen stab wounds and bleeding out on the hallway floor; dying alone at the feet of, she would later learn, the one person left who she thought she could truly count on to love her.

She doesn't think she can handle that nightmare again right now.

As if sensing Tara's increasing distress, an arm creeps around her waist and pulls her even closer. Her sleeping sister nuzzles into the back of her head with a content sigh. Sam's arm presses uncomfortably on her abdomen, resting against one of her shiny new stab wounds. It's oddly grounding.

Tara lets herself relax back into Sam's embrace, ignoring the urge to grind her sister's hand into the wound until it's all she can feel, all she can think about, all she is. The guilt that manifests at the thought of Sam waking up and realising she had hurt her is enough to chase the desire away.

Sam hurts when Tara hurts. So, she can't be hurt, not anymore. She can't stand the thought of bringing more Tara-related pain into Sam's life. She's already spent so long forcing Sam to carry the weight of their relationship, it's time for Tara to be less of a burden for once.

She thinks of Billy Loomis. And her mother. And Richie Kirsch. And all the people spreading and believing filthy lies about her sister. She doesn't want to be like them, just another ghost haunting Sam's every step.

She's going to be better, she decides. A better sister, a better friend, a better person.

- - -

Staring down at her bloody hands, only one thought burns through her mind: Sam is gonna be so mad at me.

She's gonna be so mad oh god she's gonna oh shit she's gonna hate me what have I done oh shit oh shitohshit. SAM.

The piercing cacophony of nearby car horns snap Tara out of her burgeoning panic, a reminder of the precarious situation she’s put herself in.

- - -

Sam wakes up and realises she’s been attacked in her sleep.

Apparently it wasn’t enough for her sister to steal her pillow, her covers, her pyjamas and her bed. She had also stolen Sam herself as well. In her sleep, Tara had managed to climb fully on top of her, clinging to her like a baby monkey, head burrowed under Sam’s chin and arms wrapped around her. Tara used to do that when she was younger, Sam remembers. Before their father left and Sam began to push her away, their mother’s vile accusations of inappropriateness ringing in her ears.

It's too early for tears or thoughts of her mother, Sam decides, ignoring the sting in her eyes and focusing back on the present.

Even in her sleep, Tara had curled herself around Sam’s wounded shoulder ever so carefully. Her gentle little sister. Who needs to eat more, she thinks, noticing how lightweight her sister is. Sam’s phone buzzes on the sideboard as she muses about breakfast. She reaches out blindly, trying not to jostle her sister.

Kirby Reed: I’m so bored. If only there were a couple of sisters around who might deem me worthy of a visit as I lie here alone in this hospital bed.

Sam rolls her eyes. It seems that despite all she’s been through, Kirby hasn’t changed that much since their school days. It does feel like a sign however, Sam considers. Tara hasn’t left the apartment at all in the past 4 days… or showered. This feels like a perfect opportunity.

- - -

She closes her eyes and breathes deep; in through her nose and out through her mouth, just like Sam taught her.

Thinking of Sam usually quells the anxiety that swells so rapidly inside of her at any given moment, the thought of her is a force as protective as the real her. But not this time. This time all Tara can imagine is Sam's horrified face staring back at her, disgusted and disappointed. She thinks of her backing away, this being the last straw, her realising her life was better before she came back to look after her pathetic and ungrateful little sister. Sam leaving. Sam leaving Sam leavingsamleavingsamleaving.

She can’t find out.

No one can find out.

Tara can’t bring any more trouble into Sam’s life.

Opening her eyes, her gaze immediately lands on the dumpster. Well, I did come down here to take out the trash.

She steps carefully around the body and puddle of blood to throw open the lid. She has to move quickly; someone could appear at any moment, and there will be no ambiguity in what she’s about to do.

She steps onto a long-abandoned pile of bricks beside the bin, her usual aid, and leans over the edge to grab the nearest trash bags. She begins to pull them out, one by one, until only a few remain at the bottom. Now for the hard part, she thinks, jumping down.

She breathes deeply, steeling herself. She pulls off the hoodie she was wearing, grabbing at the sleeves with her teeth to pull her clenched fists through the arms, she doesn’t want to get blood on it, after all.

She grabs at the body under its elbows and pulls until it’s upright against the dumpster. Its head flops back against the rim of the container from the movement and a wave of nausea overpowers her. She keeps her eyes low after that, one hand sliding down to grab at its knee instead. She rubs her hands against its clothing, attempting to wipe off as much blood as possible.

It takes more than a few tries, but eventually, she’s able to force the body up and into the dumpster. The relief almost submerges her, but the sight of someone passing by the alley sets her heart afire again and reminds her that it isn’t over yet.

She begins to throw the bags back into the bin, including her own. As she bends down to pick up another bag, her eyes catch sight of the puddle. That was going to be a bit more difficult to hide. Unless… She ponders the bag in her hand for a moment, before making the decision to rip it open, dropping the contents over the blood. She grabs at a second and a third, doing the same again, before kicking the trash about. It wasn’t perfect, but it had to do.

She closes the lid to the dumpster and takes in the scene. Please let this be enough, she silently begs the world.

Pulling Sam’s hoodie back on, Tara shoves her hands in the pocket and begins to walk away. She doesn’t dare look back.

- - -

The sound of Sam’s raised voice sets her heart racing.

Tara edges up to the apartment door, cracking it open. The sound of Sam’s voice echoes up the stairs. “Why don’t you mind your own fucking business.” She sounds pissed off and it makes Tara inch up to the stairway bannister to peer over. Sam’s arguing with one of their downstairs neighbours, the creepy guy with greasy hair who always stinks of smoke.

“Now now, no need to get upset,” he drawls, and Tara can see the lecherous smirk on his face even from up here. “I’m just-”

“Sam,” she interrupts, leaning over to get a better look at her sister.

Sam’s attention snaps up to her, intense eyes finding hers. “I’ll be up in a minute, Tara, go back inside.” Her voice is firm, it’s an order. But Tara doesn’t take orders from her sister so she stays put, frowning.

The neighbour leers up at her, “well hey pretty gir-” His words are cut off by Sam shoving him against the wall. “Don’t fucking talk to her,” she growls.

The neighbour yells insults back at her as she walks away and begins to stalk up the stairs. Sam’s scowl is furious and her body tense, but her hands are gentle as she turns Tara away from the stairs and leads her back into their apartment.

“What was that about?” Tara questions, equal parts nervous and curious. Sam huffs. “He’s just an asshole, don’t worry about it,” she explains as she dumps her coat on the back of a kitchen chair.

Turning around, she catches sight of Tara’s agitated expression and her face relaxes, throwing her a small smile. “I thought I just said don’t worry about it, this looks a whole lot like worrying,” she quips, flinging an arm over Tara’s shoulder.

“If he says anything to you, you just walk away and ignore him, ok?” Sam tells her, bending her head down to make eye contact. Tara studies her face for a moment, before slowly nodding. “Ok.”

“Great.” Sam punctuates this with a kiss to her forehead. “So where do you want to order dinner from?”

- - -

Tara had decided to try and be useful while Sam was out. Try being the keyword. She was limited in what she could do, what with the several stab wounds and a bullet wound. But at least her arm wasn’t still in the sling, she just had to be careful not to overexert herself.

She busied herself picking up the copious take-out containers and washing the dishes. She once again eyed the closed bedroom doors. In the week since everything had happened, Tara had spent hours staring at the closed doors while Sam was at work. She could never bring herself to open them. Even her own room was lost to her, joined to Quinn’s via the shared bathroom as it was. Sam hadn’t said anything about Tara’s invasion of her room… and her wardrobe, but she had to be thinking about it, she knows.

She turns away and eyes the overflowing bin. I can manage that at least, she thinks.

Rounding the corner into the alley with the apartment dumpsters, Tara was nervous to find it already occupied.

“Hey girlie,” the slimy voice of their asshole downstairs neighbour calls out as she steps into the alley. “Where’d your psycho sister head off to huh?” She watches from the corner of her eye as he takes a drag from his cigarette, ogling her.

Tara does her best to ignore him, like Sam had asked of her. He doesn’t appreciate the restraint she’s showing, however. As she goes to walk past him, he holds an arm out and steps away from the wall.

“I asked you a question, girl,” he sneers, flicking his cigarette at her feet. “She off murdering some more kids?”

Ignore him ignore him ignore him. She repeats the mantra in her head, stepping around him.

“Heard she even killed a cop,” he continues, tone caustic to her ears. “Maybe someone ought to do something about her, bet they’d be considered a hero. She ain’t all that, bet I could take her.”

How can she ignore this?

"You stay the fuck away from her," Tara snarls, dropping the trash bag and storming back up to him with blazing eyes, like he's not a foot taller and 100 pounds heavier than her. She tilts her chin up and glares at him, body tight with rage.

He laughs at her, a condescending tone painting his patronising words, "or what? What are you going to do little girl?" He pushes her back with a single finger to her shoulder, a malicious grin on his face.

He bends down to meet her face-to-face, his breath is rank with the stench of cigarettes and whiskey. "Maybe I'll catch your whore sister down here an-"

His words cut off with a gurgle.

Tara's shocked to see a blade now protruding from the side of his neck. She's even more surprised by the hand gripping the handle of said blade.

It’s her own.

She stumbles back with a gasp. The squelch of the knife as it slides out reverberates in her ears. She can’t draw her eyes away from the arterial spray leaking from his neck.

The small switchblade had been a gift from Kirby.

"Don't tell your sister,” she’d said with a wink. She had even ruffled Tara's hair like Sam used to do when she was younger. She hadn’t realised how much she’d missed that feeling. Sam had been so suspicious when she'd returned to Kirby's hospital room with lunch to find the two of them grinning like fools at their own private joke. No matter how much Sam had tried to pry the secret from them, they had remained staunch, Tara giggling all the while. Sam’s annoyed façade had quickly cracked, flashing a soft smile that reminded Tara of her childhood before everything had begun to fall apart.

At that moment the future had felt so bright, like things were going to be ok.

Now, three days feels like a lifetime ago.

#/mp #Scream #Sam Carpenter #Tara Carpenter #my writing tag #TIHTSE tag #my naming game is so fucking week i cannot fucking think of a single thing #once again it just took itself in an entirely different direction than i intended

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tearsoftime0086 · 1 year ago

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Saw your post in the League tag. If you ever post some of those fics I'd love to see them!! Even WIPs/snippets, really (especially the Nasus & Renekton one; I will die and kill for brother content)

Anon first off thank you so much for the kind words a;dlkghsk;a

I saw this ask come in out of nowhere and was like!!! a fellow league lore enthusiast!!! It makes me so happy that you'd be interested in my little WIPs, it made my DAY! Gosh I'm still trembling typing this.

Hmm some of those fics are really small so maybe what I'll do here is post them all below the cut (for links to posts for the bigger ones, text itself for the smaller ones), along with some "writer's commentary" to explain what they're about. Feel free to read/ignore whatever you choose!

Also if there's an idea that intrigues you (or if you have a writing suggestion outright) definitely let me know, it'd be my honor to work on it :) Or if you ever just want a fellow league person to chat lore/ideas with! No pressure tho - I know that would potentially require coming off of anon!

Thank you thank you again~

Nasus and Renekton fluff is on AO3 as Shuriman Nights (I'm gonna respond to your other ask right after haha)

Sett/Aphelios heartsteel drabble is posted on Tumblr here! Just a small scene of Aphelios and Sett as they work on their upcoming concept album.

Jayce/Viktor Arcane Mr. Freeze AU is posted on Tumblr here! It takes place right after the Arcane season 1 ending and Viktor decides to cryofreeze Jayce. I have a LOT more notes on this one if you're interested - this was supposed to be a sprawling multi-chapter fic I committed to but I never came back to it.

Zed/Karma darkstar/odyssey AU is posted on Tumblr here! This one's a sprawling one too, including Odyssey Zed and Karma, Dark Star Karma, Dark Cosmic Jhin, and Cosmic Queen Ashe (at some point - all I have are quick scenes). Depicts the fall of Zed as he becomes consumed by the Ora - High Templar Karma decides to do whatever it takes to stop him... even if that means using the power of a Dark Star.

Sona and Ezreal psyops drabble is posted on Tumblr here! I love the Psyops skinline so much, so a small scene between two weapons who have made their own way in the world.

Pulsefire Ezreal is posted here! The prequel to number 5 - Ezreal was the first to escape Viktor's Psyops and has a hard time with the existential dread that entails... until a peppy, Pulsefire clone appears on his doorstep. The scene is just their first encounter.

I couldn't find my Diana and Aphelios interlude... but essentially this was Aphelios going on a search for Diana and being ambushed by Solari, causing his connection with Alune to be severed. When he wakes up, he finds Diana. He has to decide whether to bring Diana in to the Lunari by force or work with her to reconnect with Alune. It's a shame, I loved planning this one out.

Kayn and Yone dawnbringer/nightbringer drabble: As Yone fights to find his place in the struggle between gods and mortals, he encounters Kayn, who's facing the same dilemma a very different way. Here Kayn has just Umbral Trespassed into his mind, much to Yone's ire:

Kayn is unamused. "Huh. You lived."

His expression doesn't change when he's forced against the wall. Yone's eyes simmer black with anger as he presses the demon blade against the demigod's neck.

"How dare you trespass-"

"And for a moment I thought we could have a useful partnership. You're nothing but a man with a lingering brother complex."

"ENOUGH!" The blade slips against Kayn's throat, and golden ichor beads from the wound.

Gold blood, dripping from Yasuo's arm...

While he drowns in red.

Yone staggers back, hollow eyes looking far into the distance. Kayn scans his frame, scoffing as he sees Yone's fingers tremble. The demon sword clangs onto the ground and vanishes in a flash of dark smoke.

"I believe our meeting is over," Kayn says, wiping a rough palm across his throat. As the wound begins to close, the scythe in his hand glows an eerie white. "I'll at least wish you well in your endeavor, hopeless as it may be."

Kayn's eyes glaze over as his entire body turns ethereal, casting unholy shadows against the crumbling walls. "Farewell, mortal fool," he scoffs, and then he is gone, slipping under the shadows of the setting sun.

9. And last but not least but the Shaco backstory! Very short - I didn't write the sad part when Shaco becomes corrupted lol

~ Once upon a time, there was a clown....

Now, even people back then hated clowns. They were eerie folks, who dressed up in garish robes and baggy, dirty pants. And some of them weren't even human. So when Shaco was created, he became the immediate source of gossip amongst the nobles. What was the king thinking, giving something so crude and sinister to his ailing child? As Shaco wandered the palace halls, a permanently smiling face painted on his wooden frame, all he received in return were scowls and furtive glances. There were numerous times when he was stolen straight from the prince's hands. A bad luck charm, they said. The prince's final escort to the underworld, they said. But Shaco did not care. He had his friend. And if his friend would laugh for him, that was enough.

#random musings #bits and baubles #league of legends #my masterlist #tags and answers #hope this is readable o.o

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curiouskurona · 2 years ago

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( for context , this was originally a comment on this post but i tend to be long winded / i could tell it was gonna get long so i decided to just maek my own post bsdjhgfkjdhgja . also abuse discussion tw for tha following + tha post i linked to , as well as spoilers for Princess Tutu )

ive made my peace with rue and fakir-- well , not 100% completely absolutely , but ive come a long long way from where i was when i first watched tha show , where i hated fakir SO much , and i had more sympathy for rue but wasn't fond of her either . in fact , where before i was adamant that i hated fakir , i can say i actually liek him now . didnt think i would ever get to this point lol . and i liek rue as well , though her turn around came easier for me

i feel like i would have warmed up to them a lot faster if liek . they got ANY consequences for their actions . im not talking about either of them being sad / having other troubles , im not talking about cosmic punishment / karma , i mean direct consequences for the way that they treated mytho . ive heard people argue that " well mytho doesnt have feelings so it doesnt matter how they treated him " , but that argument falls flat fast when you point to tha fact that they both KNEW mytho was getting his feelings back , and they did absolutely nothing to change their behavior . hell , they might have even treated him worse , because of the stress of tha situation or whatever . fakir pushed mytho's face against the mirror and said " look at this repulsive face thats regained the feeling of loneliness " . rue backed away unsettled when she saw mytho smile . there is no argument of " well he didn't feel anything " or " well they didn't realize " . they knew what they were doing

and they kind of just ... get away with it . they dont really have to acknowledge the way that they treated him past an almost throwaway line from fakir in the end where hes liek " damn i was kinda mean huh "

i would probably be moar forgiving about it if they got ANY sort of consequences ( narratively or through fandom perception ) for their actions , but most ppl dont really care enough about mytho for that . and seeing his situation be largely ignored made me defensive and bitter towards them [ fakir and rue ] . as a trauma survivor myself ( who heavily relates to mytho ) it was a really high hurdle for me to look at them , fakir especially , in a positive light , regardless of whether or not i could recognize their own traumas / understand why they did som of tha things they did .

and yeah ppl change n whatever . wounds can heal , relationships can be mended . but fakir never even tried to mend theirs . mytho never got any closure or an apology or anything and it just sucks so much . i mean yeah he got to tell fakir off as r!mytho during that one battle . but most of him being all * evil laughter * at fakir wasnt even him , you can see he doesnt even consider himself that person when hes staggering back to his dorm clutching his heart going “ what are you , who are you , whats goin on ” . mytho got to be a lil scoundrel to fakir as r!mytho but thats not tha saem as any meaningful acknowledgement / apology on fakir’s part

and im just . idk . im hesitant to put this in any tags , i dont think i will . bc i know ppl love fakir . but liek . please . can we at least acknowledge what he did . or are we going to keep pretending that his worst offense is being abrasive / grumpy . im sorry to have to tell you this but fakir’s ( and rue’s * ) behaviour towards mytho is literal actual textbook abuse . they isolate him , control him , berate him , lock him up , get in his face and yell at him , manhandle him , tell him who he can talk to , tell him what he can read , tell him that he has to listen to them and no one else . liek . hello . i know you dont want to hear this about ur fave characters but theyre abusers . its not even subtext its just THE text

the fact that fakir grows softer after meeting ahiru is irrelevant . him treating ahiru better as the series goes on does not mean that he is treating mytho better as the series goes on . him softening up and growing into a better person is not equal to an apology or any kind of closure or comfort for mytho

and dont even get me started on how mytho and rue should not have ended up together . no piece of media is perfect , i do have some things is disliek about PT , and one of them is definitely the ending unfortunately . but thats another post . and its purrobably not even for tha reasons you might think i have

also , this is not to say that i think fakir or rue are evil , or that they dont care / never cared about mytho . i dont think its as black and white as that . fakir and rue arent such one dimensional characters , silhouettes laughing evilly to themselves as they take joy in hurting him . i dont think that the fact that fakir abused mytho means he was never worried about him or didnt care about him . i dont think tha fact that rue abused mytho means that she never cared about him either . its messy . they were all put into a very straining situation . ive talked in other posts acknowledging the strain fakir was under , and ive talked at length with friends about why rue felt the need to act the way she did , too . but that doesnt make what they did okay . and i just wish that mytho got any sort of apology , closure , or comfort . instead of everyone going “ well glad thats over !! lets move on with our lives while pretending we all [ sans ahiru ] didnt just abuse mytho this entire show “

anyways this post isnt very organized and i purrobably didnt maek any sense . i was just rambling i guess . this is something that ive thought about a lot

* if youve noticed im leaning harder into fakir rn , its purrobably bc ppl are moar willing to acknowledge rue’s behaviour . shes loved as an evil gal girlboss or whatevar , even if its often joaky ppl are moare ready to go “ yeah lol rue was so fucked up “ , and have made a lot of serious fanart about the toxicity of her relationship with mytho too . but for tha moast part ppl shy away from putting fakir in any serious negative light . aside from a few posts ive seen ( that were a breath of fresh air honestly ) that talked about his actions , moast ppl portray fakir as someone whos grumpy and abrasive , kind of a jerk , maybe even a “ tsundere “ , but ultimately harmless . so i guess im harder on fakir for that . because im frustrated that ppl only care about shipping him with ahiru , and are more than ready to downplay how horrible he was to mytho so that they can pretend its all sunshine and rainbows with him or something . again it goes back to them receiving no direct consequences for their actions , narratively OR through fandom perception . rue is at least acknowledged as someone that doesnt have a totally great track record , in tha fandom

#diary #i forgot my uploads tag uhhhhh #uploads #pt #spoilers #abuse tw

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hoyotournament · 9 months ago

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Prelims, Round 2 are out! The masterlist have been created and added to my Introduction Post.

Once I have all the results for Prelims Round 1 and Prelims Round 2, I will start creating the bracket, and continuning the tournament from there.

I haven't decided if I want the left side and right side of the bracket going against each other at the same time, or If I'm gonna stagger them a bit. Once I draw up the brackets, I'll give more information.

(Also random thing, I love seeing you guys get excited for your favorite characters. I love the excitement. Thanks for your support, and if you have propaganda, try and tag me in the post)

HAPPY POLLING!

#hoyoverse women tournament

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mayhemproduces · 9 months ago

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Syn & Abigail vs Taya Valkyrie & Johnny Mayhem

For the first time in MPW, we’re being blessed by the presence of Johnny Mayhem, known by many names over the years, and his wife, Taya Valkyire! With Valentine's day right around the corner, Johnny and Taya make their MPW Tag Team debut, against maybe MPW’s most notorious couple, responsible for sewing so much destruction and doubt throughout the company, everyone’s least favorite couple, Syn & Abigail.

As soon as the bell rings, though, Syn and Abigail both try to charge right at Taya and Johnny, and knock each of them through the ropes! Syn & Abigail with a not very warm welcome here to their opponents tonight, but as they follow them out of the ring, Taya and Johnny decide they’re not gonna stand for that, and start beating down Syn & Abby! Syn and Abigail though, both being adept and powerful strikers, hit right back, with Syn and Taya trading forearms, and Abigail and Johnny doing the same! We’ve broken down into a full on Valentine’s day brawl!

Taya and Johnny quickly find themselves overwhelmed and try to run for it, with Syn and Abigail not letting up! Syn starts catching Taya with a couple of clubbing blows to the back, as Taya tries to drive Syn into the ring apron, to no effect as Syn keeps laying into Taya! Abigail has Johnny against the steel guardrail, and starts laying into him with several chops to the chest! Abigail sends Johnny into the ringpost, bouncing his head off the steel, before she rolls into the ring for a brief second, rolling right back out to force Jake Clemons to restart his count. This time, Abigail goes right after Taya as Syn grabbed Johnny, who was trying to crawl away, by the hair, catching him with a couple of cross face shots as he held him down. Abigail rakes Taya’s eyes, before grabbing a handful of her hair, and bouncing the Wera Loca’s head off the guardrail! so far Syn and Abigail have complete control of this match!

Syn catches Johnny with a chop so hard it drops him, as Abigail is now putting the boots to Taya’s midsection against the guardrail. Syn grabs a handful of Johnny’s long brown locks and drags him along the outside of the ring, before driving Johnny’s head into the ring post again! Even without weapons, Syn had a way of using everything in the surrounding environment to his advantage! Syn catches Johnny with a boot to the back, right on the spine, as Johnny laid on the outside, before it’s his turn to roll in and back out of the ring to restart the count. As long as one of either Syn or Abigail stayed close enough to the ring to keep doing that, they could keep this outside brawling up all match, a style that vastly advantaged the two of them. Abigail continued to lay into Taya with a series of right hands, as over on the other side of the ring, Syn had Johnny’s head pressed up against the guardrail, and Syn was raking Johnny’s face across the bars! Johnny was already bleeding, whether it be from the repeated throws into the ring post, or he was opened up by the guardrail, but either way, The Fallen is getting everything they want here tonight!

Syn grabs Johnny into a headlock, and pushes Johnny’s hair back, displaying the cut on Johnny’s head that was currently leaking blood for the fans at home to see. “This the guy? This the guy they’re bringing in to fight me?!” Syn spoke right into the camera. “This the dude you thought would get the better of me?! Really?!” Syn then peppers Johnny with a couple of short punches to the forehead, opening up Johnny even further, before releasing him and blasting him with a chop to the chest. “Shania Twian sucks anyways.”

Johnny staggers away, and once again Syn rolls in and out of the ring, breaking Clemons count. Clemons almost looks resigned to it at this point, and even though he was told to strictly enforce the count tonight, it wasn’t doing anything to get Syn and Abigail to bring this one into the ring just yet. Maybe Clemons knew this all along, being the MPW Senior Official and all, and knew it would be a fools errand to try and get any sort of control in this one.

Abigail bounces Taya’s head off the ring apron, before leaving him, trying to get Syn’s attention for something. As Syn is still laying into Johnny, Abigail grabs his shoulder, and while the cameras can’t pick up their conversation very clearly, the way Abigail is gesturing, it seems like she’s trying to talk Syn into setting up some sort of double team move. Syn looks confused at first, and there’s definitely a breakdown in communication. Perhaps a bit of struggling after such a big loss to the Shield last sunday! The conversation took longer than it probably should have, as Syn turns around into a eye poke from Johnny Mayhem, and as Abigail tries to grab Taya, she grabs her and whips her right into the steel ringpost! Abigail’s head bounces off the steel, and she spills to the floor! Johnny grabs a handful of Syn’s hair, and drives him into the ring post as well!

Taya checks her own forehead, and notices she’s bleeding, before giving a stomp to The White Reaper, making sure she stays down, as Taya starts digging around underneath the ring. Back on the other side of the ring, Syn is trading right hands with Johnny, and actually looks to be getting the better of him, before Taya comes over and cracks a chair over Syn’s back! Syn drops down to his knees and clutches his back, having to use the apron just to keep his feet. Some payback for what Syn was doing to her husband! Taya starts laying into Syn with a couple of right hands, stunning him, before going and checking on her partner. Johnny was gushing blood, but was otherwise okay, on his feet, and ready to fight. Taya began digging around the ring, looking for more weapons in order to press Johnny and Taya’s advantage at the moment. Clemons count reaches nine, before Johnny slides into the ring and slides back out, restarting it. Why Clemons was even bothering at this point was probably both beyond him and us here watching, but you have to admire Referee’s Clemons' attempt. Johnny charges in and catches Syn with an axe handle to the back, and as Syn drops to a knee, Taya follows it up with a kick to the ribs! Johnny continues to beat down on Syn as Taya shouts at the booing crowd to shut their mouths. Both Taya and Johnny pick Syn back up, and the two of them together whip Syn into the steel ringpost, smashing Syn’s head against it and causing Syn to collapse to the floor! Syn might be out cold!

Abigail was back on her feet, and tried to go over and help, but Taya lifts her up and charges with her, using Abigail as a batting ram and driving her spine into the other ringpost! TTaya grabs Abigail and tosses her back into the ring, this match finally for the first time since the opening bell getting back into the ring. Johnny rolls in with her, as Taya goes to get on the apron, Johnny catching Abigail with a kick to the head. Johnny drops down and hooks the leg for the first cover of the match.

1…2… Kickout!

Abigail out at two. Abigail tries to crawl to her team’s corner, but Syn wasn’t up on the apron, still laying on the floor after the beatdown he received from Johnny’s pissed off wife. Abigail tried to shout down at him to get up, but Johnny puts a knee right in her back to silence her for the moment! Clemons yells at Johnny to get her off the ropes, and after a count of four, Johnny puts his hands up, trying to feign innocence. Johnny tries to go back at Abigail, but Abigail catches him with a shot in the gut, before getting back to her feet, catching Johnny with a series of right hands, before sending Johnny off the ropes, but Johnny turns it around on her, sends Abigail off the ropes, and then nails Abigail with a dropkick! Abigail is on wobbly legs after that one, but doesn’t go all the way down. Such a big, powerful competitor like Abigail, sometimes even your best strike isn’t enough to take her off her feet. It takes a second dropkick to knock Abigail down, and Johnny grabs her leg, the one with the knee brace on it, a frequent and perhaps sole weakness of Abigail’s, and drags her back over to his team’s corner, tagging in Taya Valkyrie. Taya puts her foot on the front of Abigail’s knee, and Johnny grabs the leg, snapping back with it, causing Abigail a great deal of pain to her bad knee! Abigail grits her teeth in agony, and clutches her bad leg, as Taya comes over and presses his knee down right across her throat, using the ropes for leverage!

Abigail once again tries to crawl for her empty corner, the camera panning down to Syn, who had just barely started to move on the outside, the Poisoned Prince now also leaking blood from his forehead. Taya catches Abigail with an elbow to the back of the head, keeping her grounded for the time being. Taya lifts Abigail up, and tries to lift her up for a Suplex, but Abigail blocks it, before rolling Taya into a small package! Shoulders are down, Syn and Abigail could steal it here!

1….2… Kickout!

Taya manages to kick out, and immediately gets back to her feet, dropping Abigail with a clothesline! Abigail and Syn were big, but Taya was a powerhouse in her own right, and boy did she hit like one. Taya grabs Abigail’s bad leg, holding it up, before dropping an elbow down onto it, causing Abigail even more agony. Taya then began to twist the leg, trying to cause Abigail even more pain, and maybe convince her to tap out. While that wasn’t likely, it was clear Taya and Johnny had done their homework for tonight, and knew how to pick Syn and Abigail apart. Taya continued to wrench back on Abigail’s leg, putting her in even more pain, and looking to make it so that Abigail couldn’t stand on that leg. If you can’t stand, you can’t fight, it doesn’t matter who you are. Abigail reaches up and starts digging her nails into Taya’s face, digging her claws in until Taya lets her go, but before she can do anything else, Taya makes the tag to Johnny. Taya and Johnny each grab a leg, before wishboning Abigail, causing her to sit up in agony. Johnny shoves her back down to the mat, and makes another cover!

1….2… Kickout!

Abigail out at two again, Syn finally back on the apron as Johnny traps Abigail into a headlock. Abigail fights back to her feet and starts catching Johnny with a couple of stiff elbows to the sternum, forcing Johnny off of her, before Abigail sends Johnny into the ropes, and catches him on the rebound, planting Johnny with Wrath of the Gods! Abigail into the cover!

1…2… Broken up!

Taya Valkyrie charges into the ring and drops an elbow down across the back of Abigail’s neck, breaking the pin up! Taya catches Abigail with a couple of boots to the head, ignoring referee Jake Clemons, before he tosses Abigail aside, and drags Johnny back to his team’s corner, tagging himself in, before getting back into the ring, and laying into Abigail in the corner with a couple of boots to the midsection. Suddenly, though, noticing Syn had finally got back on the apron awakened something in Abigail, as she began hammering away at Taya with a couple of stiff right hands, before Abigail CRUSHES Taya with a Big Boot! Taya sits up from the impact, and there’s a far, far away look in her eyes, as he slowly falls to his back. There’s a good chance if you asked him right now, Taya has no idea we’re in Akron. Abigail begins crawling for her corner, and, perhaps as a shock to many, Syn’s actually reaching out his hand, looking for a tag! Abigail gets to her corner, and makes the tag, Syn is legal! Johnny gets the tag from Taya and charges into the ring and tries to cut Syn off, only to get LEVELED by a lariat from the Poisoned Prince! Syn watches as Taya gets to her feet, and drops her with a lariat as well, before Syn sees Johnny trying to get up in the corner, charging in, and crashing into Johnny with a Stinger Splash! Syn lifts Johnny up onto his shoulders, and, turning to see Taya still down, Syn drops Johnny onto Taya with a Death Valley Driver! Syn then grabs Johnny, and tosses him into the corner, before whipping Taya into him, inadvertently causing Taya to Cannonball her own partner! Syn decides to head up top!

Syn sets his feet on the top rope, before measuring, leaping off, and crashing down on both Taya and Johnny with a Front Flip Van Terminator! Syn drags them both out of the corner, and goes over to his corner, tagging in Abigail, as both of them get up to their feet and shitcan Taya Valkyrie out of the ring, before grabbing Johnny Mayhem, lifting him up, and planting him with Farewell, Mona Lisa! Goodnight, Johnny Mayhem! Abigail & Syn both lay across Johnny for the cover, sharing a kiss as Clemons counts three!

1….2….3!

“Here are your winners, The Fallen!”

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asianjeremyheere · 5 years ago

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part two to this post! aka i overanalyse act 2 from both recordings in the most concise way as i can manage, which is Not Very.

HALLOWEEN

Oh I like the very beginning better in the obcr… the way it fades in with the staticky noise? Love that. The ocr version is nice but the obcr version took it to another level man this song was already a banger and now its even more so. Orchestration? Fuck yeah! New verse? Yes!! The transition to the 'break a vase' bit was kind of jarring at first but I've gotten used to it? And I love the new verse and Rich being the most audible on "gasoline" and the harmonies on the "Halloween! Wooah! Yeaah!"

DO YOU WANNA HANG

Oh okay this goes to obcr too just because it's less uncomfy. Like obvs I can understand why people still don't like it and that's totally valid but I'm not going to get into anything potentially discourse-y wrt Chloe. I do prefer the Broadway version tho because it's (kind of) more focused on Chloe's insecurities and she sounds waaaay more wasted which. Props to Katlyn. AND MIKE ROSENGARTEN! HES STRINGS, RIGHT? GO. OFF. I LOVE THE STRINGS IN THIS. HES BASS I THINK? HIM? YEAH!!!!!!!

MICHAEL IN THE BATHROOM

They are. The same. They sound basically the same to me. Obcr is slower though I think? I do like how it picks up speed at the end, because that feels more representative of how my panic attacks generally feel? Like the whole ramping up speed thing? Other than that I genuinely can't really tell the difference.

A GUY THAT I'D KINDA BE INTO REPRISE

This isn't technically in the ocr but it IS still in the 2015 show so I'm gonna go find an audio of Two River and listen to it after the obcr version which, by the way, I'm in love with. I hear the opening notes and burst into tears immediately! The harmony on "agree"?? Is that a third? I think it might be? Are they singing in thirds? Their voices just compliment each other's so well and it's so cute and I know Christine rejects him at the end (which…. ouch) but like its such a cute, fun song and I love Will R's "Christiiiiiine"s in this. Okay, the Two River version is SO much faster and the slower tempo WORKS because it's like. A respite from the crazy fast-paced-ness of the rest of the part? And they don't have the harmony/Will C's "Christiiiine"s are all the same and kinda boring now that we've got Will R's :(

THE SMARTPHONE HOUR

TIFFANY!!!! KILLING IT!! I get why they changed it to "Jake's house" and like. It isn't actually that bad but it still takes me by surprise ngl. But Tiffany Mann….. damn…… love her. Lauren's "ignore" sounds so much more pissed off in the obcr skdjsks. Also, I am not a fan of whatever they did to Chloe's "Everybody was screaming" but the new melody during her "Rich set a fire and he…. etc" is good! I like it! It's just weird and came out of left field lmao. But god Tiffany's riffs and the new harmonies are GOLD and I am in LOVE. AND LAUREN'S SCREAM! But I do miss the ad-libbed part right before her scream where you can pretty clearly hear Jake Boyd yell "I hope Jake's okay!!!!" :(

THE PANTS SONG

Yes I'm doing this in Broadway order and yes I prefer the obcr because Jason Sweettooth Williams has such a distinct ~well-meaning white dad doing his best~ energy that it like. Reminds me of my own dad lmao. Plus the "NOOOOOOO sergeant? i don't know-" is so fucking funny to me skdjsjs. Also that last "put your pants on"?? Jason Sweettooth does that little run (does that count as a run? Is that a run?) and I love it. I do like it faster (ocr tempo > obcr tempo) though.

THE PITIFUL CHILDREN

I'll say this as many times as I need to but obcr Pitiful Children serves the plot SO much better by keeping the Squip as the villain and allowing us to see that no, it wasn't all Jeremy's fault and no, you cannot demonize him for what he did because he's being manipulated SO much more obviously in the obcr version! Also Jason Tam's riffs are god tier I'd give my life for this man and his voice! And Tiffany??? God they really just said Tiffany Mann rights, huh? They were like "oh we're a show with a pretty pop-rock focused score but ur an opera singer? cool, we can use that!" and damn did it pay off!!!! Also, the lyrics may have changed a bunch but it's still got the same energy and the same driving beat and stuff (I think? Imo, at least.) I miss EWM rolling his r's after the instrumental break though. And like, I don't know what's up with the 'ahhhh' at the end of the bway version? Is it supposed to parallel the end of BMC pt 2? I'm kind of neutral on that.

THE PLAY

I'm gonna be honest, this song is too long for me to actively pay attention to the whole thing. BUT I think obcr has more content in it? The MDR fight and stuff with Will R's glitchy vocals which are. God tier. I miss Jake's longer solo :( I prefer the obcr for most of it though? Brooke and Chloe's lines have improved and I like that they aren't as focused on who slept with who (although Michael's "ugh" was legendary…..) and instead setting themselves up for a possible reconciliation arc. And CHRISTINE!!!! Love her. The 'Jeremyyyy's sounding almost more dissonant with the Squip speaking in between each one??? God!!! I'm in love!!!!! The Squip is generally just more malicious in this. I think the ocr starts the track at a better time though? Like. The start of The Play in the obcr is kind of weird if you don’t have the context of Jeremy offering Christine a Squip and getting rejected.

VOICES IN MY HEAD

Oh I love both versions of this song but Michael’s line being taken higher and Rich’s lisp being included in the recording and that harmony at the “listen and ohhhh” is SO pretty so THANK YOU obcr for my LIFE. Also, I don’t really know why they changed the popular kids’ lines to Jeremy but I’m digging the new ones (but also I am Very Glad that they didn’t change Jake’s) and the squad line is so good….. and him and Christine’s conversation!!! Bowling alley performance art instead of just lunch to show that Jeremy listened to her and is willing to step out of his comfort zone but in a positive way to help her fulfill her wish! With the LGW tune playing in the bg!!! Will R and Stephanie are so so cute and they have SUCH good onstage chemistry and I just. Adore them so much. Jeremy’s little “woohoo!!” when she agrees to go out with him?? God!!!! They’re both good but ocr has a calmer energy? Which is good but I personally just prefer the more upbeat, over-the-top-ness of the obcr in general!Anyway tl;dr I love both albums but ultimately prefer the obcr even though they’re like. Pretty close. Very close. Love them both.

#bmc #be more chill #if ur reading all of this.... thank u and good on u because it is So Long im so sorry #i have SO MUCH to say and i got carried away so easily but no turning back now!!! all of it is Necessary.#tada!!!#was gonna stagger posting these but. decided against it.

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prettyboykatsuki · 3 years ago

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I need more toxic eren in my life you haven’t posted that in a while my love 😭🤌it’s about eren’s obsession with us you know?

cw ;; toxicity, obsession, lovesick!eren, drunkness, a little dubcon, hate sex kinda sorta, fingering / afab!reader, 18+ |

"Baby," ― The voice from the other side of your door is smooth, deep, and terribly drunk. You sigh deeply as you tap your foot on the other side ― "Please baby, open the door for me. I miss you so much,"

Eren Yeager has never done well in leaving you alone. You've known him for a bigger part of your life and it's never mattered to him what you wanted. He doesn't know the first thing about boundaries, or about following rules. He's never had to learn.

With a face and body like his, you find it hard to believe he's had to work for anything in his life. And as much as everyone seems to love and adore him - you fall into the minority that doesn't.

You don't hate Eren by any means. You just try not to pay him mind. You don't even remember when the chasing started, but if you had to guess - when in highschool you were rejected after a confession.

Shy, little highschool you rejected by a guy you thought was your best friend. It was a hard lesson to learn, but you worked through. Your slow distance from Eren let you focus on school, so you worked hard and got into the college of your choice with plans to never look back for Eren. Not after everything.

Along the way, you found yourself in his line of sight. He followed you to college, and all the way into your senior year. You are, decidely, over Eren Yeager.

But for what feels like forever now, Eren has chased you endlesly. Chased away all your potential love interest and damn near every male friend you've ever had. He's exhausting, and most days you want to knock his teeth out.

But when he gets drunk and gets all soft around the edges, he always ends up at your door. He won't leave no matter what. He's fallen asleep on your doorstep more than once and caught a fever before too.

"Eren, go home. Your roomates are probably waiting,"

"I miss you so much," ― He hiccups slightly, fist hitting the door ― "You make me so fucking crazy. Open the door, baby - lemme in,"

"I'm not your fucking baby, Eren," Your exasperation rises like bile in the back of your throat, gritting your teeth "You get it? There's nothing here. You broke up with me the way you did. Do you get it?"

"We're gonna be together whether you like me or not" He replies easily. You huff.

"I am not doing shit with you. I don't fucking like you."

This makes him laugh. Of course it does.

"Liar. You always lets me in," ― He says thoughtfully, soft and desperate ― "Even if it's just to get your pretty pussy wet. You always do,"

You feel your body go flush, groaning.

"That-! What we've done has nothing to do with -"

"I like when you're mad at me like this. You might not like me, but you love me, right?" ― He says with confidence that staggers you. So much you go quiet ― "You've always loved me. You always will, right?"

"Eren,"

"Tell me you'll always love me baby," He says more seriously, before knocking on the door a little more "Tell me you'll be with me forever. And open the door up or I'll start waking up your neighbors,"

Your hands tremble as you twist the door knob. You don't want to but knowing him, he really will do something you hate. Swinging it open, you stare at him. His tan skin flush with pink, and piercing green eyes.

The first thing he does is let himself in and close the door neatly behind him. When he does, he's quick to force your back to the wall. His hands are shameless, dipping into your waist band. His teeth nip at your neck and your knees suddenly feel weak. Miserably weak against him, your mouth opens up to moan.

"Eren, fuck - you're drunk,"

"I'm sober enough to touch you," ― He says, fingers against your slit, over your achy clit with a soft huff ― "You love me,"

"I don't l-like you, Eren,"

"But you love me. Me and no one else. Always me," His teeth nip at your throat as you let out another soft wet. Growing wet between your legs and exhaustion settling in your heart "You can use me, or hit me, or cry. Just can't love anyone else,"

You hiccup, holding his arms as you feel thick fingers stretch you out with a gasp. The world is spinning at your feet.

"You're crazy," You say seriously. He doesn't disagree.

"I won't ever let you be with someone other than me,"

#eren x reader #toxic cw #dubcon cw #return to sender #need him so bad. SO ba #writing tag

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a-gal-with-taste · 3 years ago

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hi!! I had a request in mind, if you would take it? young silco is getting his shit handled to him and reader comes in to help, she's very short and small but can kick some ass and she saves him, he falls for her but they never meet again. post time skip Jinx is in the same situation and reader helps her, but gets badly injured, so jinx takes her to Silco and thats when he realizes its the girl he fell for all those years ago

Wait, this is actually cute, I love this 🥺 I've been dying to get an opportunity to write a lil' Silco, so this is perfect. Thank you!!

Warnings: Violence, revolutionary-shenannigans, mostly fluff, blood/injuries, seriously just 99% fluff/puppy-love

You could walk the length of the Undercity, top to bottom, from all the corners, walking though every space the Underground has to offer, and never meet the same person twice.

With that in mind, the boy takes care to memorize the details of his surprise savior. Still panting but grinning, the girl turns to him with a spring in her step and red still gushing from her nose. "You really should learn how to punch!"

He immediately frowns. "I have a knife." She shrugs, quirking a brow at his own bruised expression. "Some good it did you. Really never heard of an uppercut before, or the good old...?" She swings a right fist in the air. "I'm telling you, it's a life-changer."

Squinting, the boy can't quite decide if the grin she sports is one of leftover mania from their alleyway brawl, with teenagers with too much time on their hands. Or if she's genuinely is always so... chipper.

It's after she walks over to pull him onto his feet, giggling and ruffling his longer dark-hair playfully when he staggers, half-falls against her, that Silco decides he likes her smile.

He meets her three times after that.

"What's your name?" He halfway demands it at their second meeting, earning a pause and then a glint of her wide eyes as she looks over her shoulder down at him. "Whose asking?"

She's scaled herself halfway up alleyway, reclining on a rather smoothed pipe, barely large enough to support her body. Silco has doubts she's ever fallen off anything in her life, and doesn't feel the need to worry about her here. "... Me?" "Well, do I owe ya something?"

If anything, he still owed her for the rescue. But he still tried again. "I'd like to know so I could thank you." She sits up fulling, crossing her legs beneath her as she sits. Leaning out slightly to peer down at him, she pauses to massage her nose, as if it still aches from pain.

A beat passes, and Silco wonders if he is indeed being foolish about this whole thing. Vander seemed to think so, but then again, Vander had run off with Benzo to go mess in the junkyard while Silco ran into those teens. He's not very keen to listen to the big oaf, not after that stunt and the chortling he'd gotten when recounting the story.

Still, he can't help but wonder if he's wasting his time, seeking her out.

But then she smiles, and he thinks his little search was worth it, even as she only says, "Thank me by bringing food next time!"

Benzo could all but strangled him for dipping into their meager funds. But Silco does indeed bring food on his next trek through the undercity, and his savior gives him more smiles than he had ever hoped to see.

"You gonna finish that?" She said, nodding to an uneaten bit in his bowl. One he was saving. The boy frowns, and for the first time, feels some irritation with her. Being from the mines, he has to scramble for every semi-fresh morsel he can find, instead of the stale and often dusty food tossed to him after crawling through too-small tunnels all day.

Still, Silco goes to hand to to her, and she rolls her eyes. "No, dummy, here." She plops her identical piece from her own bowl, speaking matter-of-factly when he stares. "You're way too small, you should eat more."

"I'm too small??"

"Yep." She pops her words, and digs back into her food, saying nothing more. Silco doesn't even think to thank her, or ask or name, where she's going or when he'll see her again, when she shoves her empty bowl into his hands, leans over, and pecks him on the cheek.

A grin appears, as she ruffles his hair playfully during following round of stunned silence. And right before she runs off, she says, "Ask someone to teach you how to punch. It'll make up for your size."

"... I have a knife."

A smile and an eyeroll at the choked reminder is his only reply, and the girl hops up, and races back into the neverending thick of the Undercity.

He's a young man whose learned how to punch, the next time they meet. Not for lack of trying, Silco had all but haunted the alleyways and streets near where he met her, until the mining supervisor kept getting more and more suspicious.

Even after finally leaving the mines for good, Vander and Benzo would snicker everytime they caught the growing boy peeking a bit longer into southside alleyways. "Think your girlfriend is still hidin'?"

"Juet making sure I don't have to return the favor," Silco snapped back to Benzo. Even though he knew, if he ever saw the small girl in a fight, she would win easily without his help. Still, it would be nice to see her again, Silco wants to see her again.

It'd be... nice.

And Gods know they could use nice things, right about now. Silco growls as he crouch down lower, gritting his teeth as his mind races faster than the gunfire. Fish in a barrel, is what they are. Enforcers seem more and more keen to use gunfire these days, and Silco notes that some of the rubber-bullets have been changed. Hearing the reloading of metal makes his teeth grind, and he makes the call, though he hates himself for it: "Retreat."

Always running from Topside. Never allowed to settle, not even in their own territory. It's loathsome, but bitterly necessary, as his squad is limping or bleeding even as they dart out at the first sign of a lull.

Their exit is blocked though, as Silco, in a rarity, freezes at the sight of a blocked alleyway. Construction, since last he was here, and utterly impossible to move any forward. He reaches for the first door at the side of the alleyway even though it's boarded up and the building inside probably condemned.

The second is locked, and no amount of pounding his fist will grant entry. Silco is pondering about death, and how if the rest of his team will blame him in the afterlife for leading them unknowingly into a dead-end, when an arm grabs his, and the young woman snarls at the rest of his squad to get inside, now.

The door shuts just as the first Enforcer reaches the mouth of the alleyway, notes it's emptiness, and orders the rest of the Piltover arrest-team to spread out in their search. Meanwhile, the moment he assures his wounded squad of Brothers and Sisters are tending to the worst of their injuries, pulling out flasks for the less-severe, his turns to the girl.

"Where were you?"

"Squatting, sometimes working." He isn't surprised. From street-child, to street-woman, but she looks like she's taken care of herself, he notes with a sense of relief while glancing over her worn, but cared-for apparel.

She looks at his uniform, of a rebel, unimpressed. "Unlike you, I'm actively trying not to cause trouble for the rest of the Undercity." "Not trouble, it's change." He retorts with fire in his tone, and she only rolls her eyes, glancing around the room and shifting her feet to the exit, once she sees she is unneeded by the rest of the rebels.

Silco admits, he panics and grabs her arm.

"When can I see you again?" It's rushed, and he immediately wants to curse himself for it, but settles for a scowl at his own words. They had been children, and Gods know more than enough time and experience had passed for him to move on from this...

Snorting, the young woman gives him the first smile he's wanted to see for years. Her hand reaches up, curling slightly into his hair, and shakes out the dark locks from it's already ruffled-ponytail.

"How about when I stop needing to save you," She says, not unkindly, but clear she wanted no further part in this doomed rebellion. Not now. She shakes his arm off of her, pauses to hear out the door for any remaining marches of Enforcers.

And then she's gone, the door shut silently behind her as she plunges back into the Undercity.

Silco has many reasons, to do what he does in the years that follow.

Many of them for the good of his Brothers, Sister and all Zaunites. Even as he grows older, more scarred, bloodier with control over the Lanes solidifying, Silco has moments where he privately admits to himself, that a few of his reasons for freedom of the Underground, are quite personal.

A quieter, undoomed Nation of Zaun being one of them. The chance to see that girl again, being a byproduct that he imagines he would quite enjoy.

Silco isn't actually looking the third time. Stopped quite a while ago, actually, be it from lack of free time, and then common-sense.

He imagines that the spitfire girl, who he'd briefly saw as a spirited young woman, died horribly as a mistaken casualty of the uprisings. Those stories of civilian-casualties aren't rare in the underground, and just common enough for him to come to accept it as a fact.

Silco doesn't dwell on the fact, though he takes an extra glass of whiskey on some nights, when his mind dives back into memories he's unable to shove back into the darkest, murkiest depths of his mind...

Which is why, when Jinx is excitedly talking into his ear at too-early an hour the next morning, he's only halfway aware of her words. Something about an arcade, something about punks on the street. Silco is sobering up quickly at the mention of a brawling fight, mentally calculating how swiftly he can hunt those fools that dared...

"Wait." A pause, and he reaches up to pinch his nose, flicking his sleeping-patch off his corrupted eye as he does so. "Repeat that again for me, child. You brought what back?"

A sigh. Like it was silly she had to repeat herself, "I said, so I brought her here!"

"... brought who here?"

Jinx beams, her blue eyes shining. "The lady that saved me! I patched her up real-good, she's on the couch!"

Silco immediately sent Jinx to go grab some towels while he glowered at his daughter's rescuer, bleeding onto the couch with a knife-handle sticking from her abdomen. "Give her credit, she tried her best," She slurred, looking tiny on the couch as she sucked in a breath through her teeth. "But not a future doctor, that one."

"I highly doubt you did this to be a saint," He replies cooly, not making any movements to assist as her hands press on a lucky street-teens stab, red staining her fingers. "I'm guessing I don't even get a thank you for this?" Silco only hummed, reaching up to smooth back any errant strands of hair still messed by sleep. "I can appreciate, despite the fact that you are bleeding on my couch, that you stepped in to assist with my... ward's issue on the street."

She huffed like she knew better. Everyone knew, but he was still sporting a throbbing headache and this was a stranger, from the streets. Silco wasn't in the mood to be open, nor particularly gracious. "But that doesn't automatically mean I can't be suspicious of your motives, as I..."

He saw her glance at the movement of his hand, and in her pained state, managed a smile. He felt his hand still slightly when he saw it.

"I might've wrong about the punching, y'know," She said as recognition melted into his half-gaze, managing a small laugh as she gestured at her injury. "Maybe you had the right idea with the knife after-all."

When Jinx comes back with a towel, she comes back to something she'd actually never seen before.

Silco, helping the stranger, while in parital delirium, reached over to ruffle his hair. She's smiling as she does so and, despite looking fixatingly concentrated as Silco presses gauze and makes a quick order for Jinx to go get more supplies to fix her...

He looks like he enjoys having the woman there, and seeing her smile again.

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herofics · 3 years ago

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I thought of another one. Izuku, Ejiro, and Mirio (seperatly) with an s/o who they know has depression. When they are called on some task that would last for the day or more, s/o is pushed to far down by their thoughts. S/o overdoses, fear, pain, everything, thinking they would finally die. When the boys come back they see s/o on ground with pills everywhere, s/o slowly starts coming to, and the boys realize, they weren't there. They could've lost s/o. They got so scared.

I didn’t do Mirio this time because I wanted to get the post out, but I’ll try to remember to write this for him some other time. I have some other scenarios on a similar situation for Dabi and Todoroki. This has happened to me a couple of times. I had just taken way too many meds and my dad barely got me to talk in the morning when he tried to wake me up, so this is very much based on my own experience. No one should ever overdose on purpose and I’m not glorifying it in any way and if it happens, always get them to a hospital/ER. I guess this is again in their twenties and living together. I would also like to mention that while some mentally ill people might need a lot of help in everyday life, I don’t mean this to come off like we all need a babysitter all the time, or we’ll do something stupid. Decided to put this under the keep reading thing, because they’re so long

~Midoriya Izuku~

Being the number one hero wasn’t easy, but Midoriya had always found it to be very fulfilling work, even if it sometimes kept him away from home for days. He knew you were always waiting for him and that he always had you to come back to. He wasn’t going to make it home tonight, so he decided to give you a call.

“Hey” you answered as you picked up the phone.

“Hey, I just wanted to check in, let you know I’m still alive an all” he said.

“Good to know, are you gonna be home tonight?”

“Sorry, but no, I can’t make it until maybe early tomorrow morning. Are you doing okay? You sound a bit off”

“I’m fine, I promise” you tried to reassure him.

“Good, I have to go now” Midoriya said, and took the phone off ihs ear.

“I lo-” you said into the phone, but the line disconnected before you could finish your sentence.

That’s how you had been feeling lately too, disconnected. Disconnected from everything, especially from Izuku. He had been working so hard lately, trying to keep the peace, making the world a better place, the things he’d always wanted to do. You just felt like you’d been left behind, Izuku was fulfilling all his dreams and ambitions and you felt like you were doing nothing, like you had achieved nothing

You didn’t want to live like that, you didn’t want to live doing nothing, achieving nothing. You didn’t want to feel useless, you didn’t want to be useless. So you decided you wouldn’t be anything.

You set down the phone and looked at the sight in front of you. You had three bottles of different medications on the edge of the sink. You filled your glass with water and downed the first handful, and then a second one, and then a third one. You leaned against the sink and looked in the mirror. Your vision was going blurry and your hand slipped off the edge of the sink, hitting the glass that still had a little water in it. It dropped on the tile floor of the bathroom and shattered.

You staggered backwards and slid down to the floor, leaning your back against the wall. You hadn’t even noticed you were crying when you looked in the mirror, but you could feel the tears streaming down your cheeks. You hit the floor next to you, and your fist made contact with one of the shards from the broken glass. You didn’t care about the pain, you just kept hitting the floor.

At some point you passed out. You weren’t really sure when it happened, since you just kind of drifted off gradually. you didn’t know how much time had passed when you awoke to someone shaking you. Well you weren’t fully awake, more like barely conscious.

Midoriya had come home to find you slumped against the wall next to the bathroom door, with your hand bloody and you not responding to his pleas to wake up.

“Oh god, nononononono” he muttered before he checked for your pulse. It was there, a bit weak but there. “Thank goodness” he sighed.

Midoriya called an ambulance and you were transported to the hospital. He was sitting in the back of the ambulance with you, holding your hand while you drifted in and out of consciousness.

You remembered Izuku picking you up and carrying you outside. It was a bit chilly, but his warm arms were wrapped around you. He laid you down somewhere, probably an ambulance since you could hear a siren. You passed out again a little bit after the ambulance stopped.

You were taken away by the nurses and Midoriya was left just standing on the hallway, totally lost for what he should do.

“Sir, you can follow me to the waiting area” a nurse said, and he did as he was told.

Midoriya sat down in the waiting room, and he waited, and waited, and waited. After some hours a nurse came to tell him that you had had to have your stomach pumped, but you were going to be okay. The amount of pills you had taken wasn’t lethal, but it was still dangerous. You were wheeled into one of the patient rooms and Midoriya pulled a chair next to your bed and once again he waited.

When you woke up, you were in bed. For a moment you thought you were sleeping at home so you instinctively reached for Izuku who usually slept on your right side, but there was no one there, just the edge of the bed.

“(Name), are you awake?” you heard Izuku ask from the other side of you.

“Mmmmhhmm” you mumbled in the affirmative and sat up stretching your arms towards the ceiling.

The motion made your hand hurt, so you checked why. Your hand was wrapped in bandages, and the side opposite to your thumb hurt the most.

“They had to give you some stitches, your hand was a bloody mess when I found you” Midoriya said quietly.

You finally looked at him. He had been crying, his eyes were puffy and his cheeks red.

“I’m sorry” you whispered.

“Do you remember what happened?” he asked, with a serious tone, ignoring your apology.

“Not much, I know I took some pills, but I don’t know how much, or how I hurt my hand, let alone how much time has passed between then and now”

“The assumption is you took them last night, I found you early in the morning, and you were brought here. So it’s probably been almost 24 hours”

“I was out for quite a while then, huh” you said.

“Yeah” Midoriya said and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms in front of himself

“You’re disappointed with me, aren’t you?” you had to force yourself to ask.

“No, I’m just really worried” he sighed.

“I think… we should break up” you said.

You didn’t actually want to break up with him, but you couldn’t bear to see him in so much pain because of something you did.

“What are you talking about?”

“I don’t want you to have to deal with this, you don’t deserve it” you sniffled.

Midoriya wasn’t sure if he could get you to change your mind. He knew you were the kind of person that didn’t want to hurt anyone, especially him, but this suggestion was just plain stupid.

“Do you really think that I’m the kind of person who would just leave you alone with this?”

“I know you’re not, but-”

“No buts, you’re not getting rid of me that easily”

“I don’t want to be a cause of pain for you, Izuku. I don’t want you to cry because of me or sit in the hospital because I couldn’t deal and did something to hurt myself”

“Hey” he grabbed your hand. “I’m in this for all of it, all of you. It doesn’t matter what we’ll have to go through, we’ll survive it together”

“I love you so much” you started sobbing and squeezed his hand.

“It’s gonna be okay” Midoriya said and kissed you on the forehead.

~Kirishima Eijirou~

You didn’t know what came over you again. It wasn’t like things had been going too well for you lately, but suddenly it seemed to increase tenfold. You felt so incredibly overwhelmed and exhausted. You had barely slept at all during the last week, and had called sick into work. They would probably fire you soon, but at that moment, you couldn’t care less.

You walked into the bedroom, and sat on your side of the bed. You opened the top drawer in your nightstand. There they were, all your medications in their little bottles and boxes. You took out the two strongest ones and set the bottles on the nightstand. You just looked at them for a while, not touching them, but you knew what you were going to do, what you very strongly felt like you had to do.

You took the first bottle and screwed off the child safety cap. You moved closer to the middle of the bed and poured the contents of the bottle in front of you on the bed. You reached for the other bottle and almost dropped it, but managed to keep your grip. You opened that one too and poured it next to the other pile of pills.

The medications were a bit different in color but almost identical in shape. Again you paused to just look at them and take in what you had decided to do. You just sat there on the bed for like ten minutes, before you scooped up the first handful of pills. You grabbed your water bottle from the nightstand and downed the pills with no hesitation. You couldn’t swallow them all at once so there was a bitter taste in your mouth, before you took another mouthful of water.

When you had downed what was probably half of the amount of pills you had poured on the bed, you started to feel woozy and weak. You accidentally dropped the water bottle onto the floor, but you couldn’t be bothered to pick it up. It didn’t matter anymore, nothing did, everything was about to be gone for you.

Kirishima had been away for the last day. He had been doing a big sting on a gang of villains with some other pro heroes, and the whole thing had stretched way longer than he thought. He had to debrief with the police afterwards of course and give a status report at the agency he was working at. So when he finally got home, it was early the next morning.

He snuck into the apartment quietly, figuring you were still asleep. Kirishima decided to take a look in the bedroom, but you didn’t seem to be in bed. He was a bit confused now, where were you if not still in bed?

Kirishima was about to leave the room when he noticed something weird on the bed. Something white and round, multiple of those actually. He rounded the bed, and found you laying on the floor next to the bed.

“(Name)?” he whispered as he hurried to you.

You weren’t moving. He took you into his arms and sat down on the bed. Maybe you had just hit your head when falling off the bed, maybe the pills had nothing to do with this.

“(Name)?” he said louder this time.

It was like you were underwater. You heard someone calling your name, but it sounded like it was coming from very far away, too far away. Why couldn’t you just sink in peace? Why couldn’t whoever it was just let you drift deeper?

Kirishima knew you hated hospitals, but he didn’t see any other choice than calling an ambulance. He hated feeling so useless.

“Hang in there, okay (Name)? I’m getting you help” he said, tearing up.

Suddenly you didn’t feel like you were underwater anymore. You heard Eijirou’s voice and your eyes fluttered open.

“(Name)!”

You reached your hand to touch his cheek, but you didn’t have the strength to lift your arm all the way. Kirishima grabbed your hand and placed it on his cheek, holding it there and placing a kiss on your palm.

“Hey beautiful” he said with a smile, tears streaming down his face. “I was so scared for you”

“Eiji” you said weakly.

“I know you don’t want to, but I should really get you to a hospital” he said.

“No” you argued.

“You’re in a bad way and you need help”

“I’m fine” you muttered.

You couldn’t really get your thoughts together. It was like you couldn’t grab onto them and make them stick together. You just knew the last thing you wanted to do was to go to the hospital. You’d been through this before, last time you had been alone but you had been through this. With the amount of pills you had managed to take you weren’t in a life threatening situation, but you were sure to be pretty out of it for quite a while

“You’re not fine babe” he wiped his cheeks dry with his sleeve.

“No hopstial” you mumbled.

Kirishima didn’t really know what to do. He wanted to respect your wishes, but he also wanted to make sure you were okay. It might have been unwise but he decided not to take you to the hospital after all. He was terrified of what could’ve happened to you, of what you could’ve done to yourself, and quite honestly he wasn’t entirely sure how he could help you, but he would try his best.

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