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eli-elien · 1 year

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1, 3, 4, 5, & 17

[Sorry that it's so many, I couldn't resist asking a lot xD]

1. Show your most recent wip

A ref for another oc for a friend's book

A young man who was ran out of his own kingdom at 13 by his family due to his cursed power: Rot. He lived on the streets ever since, the rotting scar growing more and more, adding bandages and cloth to hide them.

He finds himself afraid of intimacy for fear of killing others with just a touch and thinks of himself as a monster. The main character finds him endearing and slowly helps him accept this as apart of himself even if he doesn't like it.

3. Least favourite things to draw?

mmmmm mechs and metals, funnily enough I love drawing weapons and armor but just can't deal with mechs esp ugh

that is why I love fantasy bc it usually don't have mechs lol also kyo and most shield hero characters bc holy shit they are so complicated esp that albino bitch

4. Favourite things to draw?

top 3 things would be Howl like characters (see what Elijah and William look like), environments esp greenery and skies, and expressions the way the eyes and how the nose crinkles when we're angry stuff like that very human and stuff :]

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

Animals in a less cartoony way I usually do also classical esqe paintings I always admired the way the skin looks so soft and how the hands looked esp regarding hands holding again the humanity within these paintings is so very mortally immortal idk thats how I'd describe it

17. What inspires you?

A lot, a lot and a lot of things. Could make an essay. Mind if I make an essay?

No? Eh you're still getting one lol

But I think life inspires me, humanity inspires me, my daily relationships even the smallest interaction with an acquaintance. It's love and the hate and the daily struggles and the tragedies we see in the world. And again at the end of the day it's love that inspires me.

And I know this is about paintings and drawings but writing is an art on its own.

And the things I want to write about are all of this including the grief of being human and the blissfulness too.

I'm gonna be real for a second and say this is also based off of my experiences with death and how I've dealt with grief especially since all three were different.

also just ye uh cw death and all that and it might go into some uhhhh ig traumadumpy territory but I promise it's related

One was of somebody that refueled my love of writing and making my own stories and he was honest to god my fucking hero and I wouldn't have gotten to where I am without him.

Thank you Technoblade for inspiring me and alot more people.

It was indirect and I didn't really know him know him, yknow I was just a fan and yet it hit so badly and it still does and just man grief just it never disappears and I can't put it into words yknow

Another was a figure from my childhood, somebody like Techno who I really looked up to and I wish to this day that he got to see me grow up and I could see him and remember him before he got sick and just its a grief of wanting to go back and spend as much time as I wished with him, he was sorta a second father to me

The last and most recent is someone who couldn't control themselves and needed help but the state didn't give it and bc they didn't get the help it ended up hurting the people around them too, tragic and painful and its just so fucked and really fuels my hatred for the state

Anyways after all of that I wanted to write and draw, create something to put all of my feelings about death and grief and my continuing love for life even if it can be shit into something so I wrote Reverie of The Axe Hero and have come up with similar ideas about the struggle of being plainly human

And I think once I'm done with Reverie I think I'll finally heal from this grief, and it may not ever disappear, it never does; but I'll be able to move on. Sorta my own stages of grief if you will.

#ask game #asks #ye I was Real for a sec ok time to go back to goofy anime and hannibal posts

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razs-archetype · 2 years

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mmmmm lukas, ivor, harper, and/or jack for the ask game ? :]

This got. LONG. So I’m going to put this under a read more lol.

Lukas!

Favorite thing about them?

Oh definitely his character development. The way he gains the confidence to stand up for not only himself and what he thinks is right is so satisfying and yummy.

Least favorite thing about them?

Probably. That he apologizes to you if you’ve been awful to him in episode 5. It makes sense to me character-wise but it’s awful.

Favorite line?

Oh boy, just a heads up I’m awful at choosing favorite lines. Can I just change this to favorite scene?

Some favorite scenes have to be the awkward convo with him at endercon. The coolio one. Pama scenario,, after he’s unchipped. And when he confronts you at episode 5 season 2.

And just.. when he’s there. He’s a really good character.

broTP

Godd anything with him slowly reconnecting w/ the old ocelots postgame is good.

OTP

Jesse petra lukas all hold hands.

nOPT

Aiden/Lukas just Icks me out. I see them as friends and ex friends then friends again but not close for a long time. They would theoretically work as a relationship? But I’d be down to ramble about why I personally strongly disagree w/ this one.

Random Headcanon

Still has remnants of pama floating around in his mind. Even if he doesn’t want to touch redstone he compulsively collects components.

Unpopular Opinion?

Ermm. Idk what’s considered unpopular so I’ll just put . I guess Th fact that I don’t ship aiden/Lukas. At least I think if it exists it’s one sided and one sided on aidens side of it.

Or maybe that while I think the dirt hut/treehouse scene hurts I think it puts a lot on the table regarding Lukas’ character. Especially when you let him leave.

Song I associate with them.

Pantsuit Sasquatch

Favorite image.

Ivor

Favorite thing about them?

Ivor. He’s just. It’s ivor.

Least favorite thing about them?

Don’t really have. A least favorite thing?? I really like his character. He’s funny and a lil annoying I suppose but. Rlly brought him to life in the second half of season 1

Favorite line?

I have one this time! “..Adventure?”

broTP

None really. I suppose Even if they dislike each other ivor telling lukas all about his own journeys with the order would be neat.

OTP

Ivor/Harper is rlly cute. And I like ivor/soren when they were dating and as bitter exes.

nOPT

I haven’t really seen any icky. Ships with him? But I s’pose Any part of the younger cast.

Random Headcanon

I think he does actually look back fondly on the days where the old order was all together. And does want to try and reconnect with Elleguaard/Magnus.

He won’t really admit it though.

Unpopular Opinion?

I don’t.. really know? Shrug!!

Song I associate with them.

Solar Waltz

Favorite image.

Harper

Favorite thing about them?

I jus love her attitude <:). She was someone who was alone for a very long time and you can tell.

Least favorite thing about them?

M not entirely sure! I think the way she rushes the cast into the games is rude and was completely unnecessary but it makes sense.

Favorite line?

Cannot recall anything specifically but I really like when she was first introduced. That Convo was fun.

broTP

I think she and Soren would be friends

OTP

Ivor/Harper ! I can see them as platonic besties 2 tho

nOPT

Same as what I put for ivors before.

Random Headcanon

I think she used to tell PAMA stories about other worlds, and when she interacted with the old builders. When it was just a small computer. She talked to it like it was alive.

It remembers that.

Unpopular Opinion?

Shrug! I don’t know any unpopular opinions surrounding her.

Song I associate with them.

I don’t believe I have a song I associate with her. Here would be a good place to say I think harpers labs theme bops.

Favorite image.

Jack

Favorite thing about them?

Just. How he’s handled. He’s a hurt man struggling with his friends death and every moment with him (Sammy’s corpse, vos being romeo) just. Hit like a truck. You can see how scared Jack is. How upset. How he’s constantly fighting back tears through so much.

It’s very good.

Least favorite thing about them?

I . Really like him. Don’t really have a least favorite thing

Favorite line?

All of jacks lament.

broTP

Petra and Jack friendship . Please.

OTP

Jack/Nurm, Jack/Sammy/Vos. Y’know.

nOPT

I haven’t. Seen anything weird with him? But like. Anything that’s not in th otp section I don’t rlly like for him. Unless you present a good argument. In which case my ears. They’re open.

Random Headcanon

The reason he’s so strong and buff (and why he sings about it in his lament) is because he uses physical activity and training as a way of avoidance and coping with his trauma.

Unpopular Opinion?

Narratively, I find it more interesting if jack is championed rather than Petra. Even though the story feels written like it should be the other way around.

Song I associate with them.

Hug all ur friends - while soft and slow, it’s . About friendship. and when the first verse is

What's it like to be alone on a Sunday / Remembering the time you saw them just yesterday / Sing me a song, tell me your thoughts / I could listen you you all night long

Favorite image.

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mythicalartisttm · 2 years

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🍍and 🍓 for your ocarina of time Link? (Is his name Tock? I feel like it might be but my brain is SO fuzzy right now) -Sky Floor

Yeah, that's his nickname~

🍍Where does he feel most comfortable? Mmmmm, I'd say when he's alone with Epona on Lon Lon Ranch. It's familiar territory and he can be emotionally vulnerable without other people in sight, nor is he actually alone. Being in the eye of a storm of fairies is likely a close second though. Tock's deal is that he prefers to hover around people he likes/loves rather than interact directly because he knows everyone and everything has to leave at some point and he'd rather that parting be as painless as possible for both parties. He has, however, healed enough to take the second half of the Happy Mask Salesman's words to heart ("However long that parting may last, is up to you").

🍓 Scents.... I have a small handful of headcanons regarding fairy biology. The first one is that fairies are sentient little balls of magic with raw energy making up about 85% of their being. The other 15% is their wings, which are made of sugar (hence why fairies feed off sugar water). Another is that fairies quite literally burn through the sugar to survive. As such, really every Link likes the smell of burning sugar to varying degrees because it means healing magic is close by, but for Tock in particular it reminds him of his days in the forest, and Navi coming close to his face to nuzzle his nose as a small comfort. And Tatl knocking his face repeatedly. His life - up until the end of Majora's Mask - is defined by the scent of burning sugar.

#tm answers #tock (hero of time)#courage^21 #the smell of burning sugar is very important in the l/oz verse in my mind

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sarah-dipitous · 1 year

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Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 90

The End/Partners In Crime

"The End"

Plot Description: Dean gets a glimpse of the future in which humans have been infected with a demonic virus that turns them into zombies

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died.

I adore Cas adjusting to doing things in more human ways. Honestly, just every time he has to use a cellphone is precious to me. "This isn't funny, Dean! The voice says I'm almost out of minutes." This is like...the end of the line of minutes being something most people thought about in regards to their cellphone plan.

Darling, go DO something. You do not need to stand on some random ass street corner for the next four hours because Dean needs to sleep.

I hate that Dean now thinks it's better for him and Sam to be apart...forever...

This episode is....not exactly great for the mental health. So, it takes place in the distant, far off year of 2014, where apparently Sarah Palin is president and has lent support to bombing Houston, Texas...now...from what we have the lived experience of, there's no way they would do that, red states would get the most help and the quickest help in these situations.

Oh shit, I heard wrong. She didn't just support it, she's defending it already happening.

There are TWO DEANS NOW??? You know...I think we could all use a conversation with our future or past selves like this. 2014 Dean is testing 2009 Dean to make sure he's not some supernatural creature or whatever...and they get to talking about how Dean lost his virginity, and how he kind of liked that the girl he was with made him wear her pink satin-y underwear. I think he could think on that a little bit.

(We're really gonna not talk about the plot..we're just gonna think about the small moments...)

2009 Dean, how are you this surprised that you and Sam didn't get the team back together?? You LITERALLY. JUST. TOLD. HIM. that you two should each pick a hemisphere and never see each other again?????

2014 Cas is making me feel too many things (I'm glad I put this one on first and saved Partners in Crime for later because if I had to go to sleep having just watched this, I'd be up for too long)

Mmmmm, this is the whole thing that John said waaaaaaay back. Dean's going to have to either save Sam or kill him. In 2014, Sam's said yes to being Lucifer's vessel, and this Dean doesn't have a choice but to kill him. That's why he's bringing 2009 Dean with him on this mission, so 2009 Dean can see it and do it differently when he gets back to his time

Fucking hate how prescient the advice of "hoard toilet paper" was...

2014 Castiel...you are BARELY covering up SO MUCH PAIN right now.

This scene with Lucifer would be so much more effective (to me) if it were anyone but Jared saying the lines.

jfioe;sajifsdlkfacsdjfpouasiho;gvasnd'ofajsido;kf this scene at the end. When Zachariah is about to drag Dean back to do the whole 2014 thing over and over again. And Cas pulls him out of the room because they "had an appointment" and Dean puts his hand on Cas's shoulder and tells him "don't ever change" and Cas has a dopey little grin. I cannot.

"Been On My Mind...": Both 2014 Dean AND 2014 Cas get around in their little community of non-zombies, but...nothing ON screen...so, like, I'll bump it back up to 8?

"Partners In Crime"

Plot Description: Can Donna find the Doctor before the march of the Adipose begins?

"The fat just walks away" is such a funny slogan once you know what's going on.

I love Donna and the Doctor reuniting in this episode and the whole pantomime scene later, but the blatant fatphobia in the episode is hard to stomach.

God...I love watching them just BARELY miss each other in that mess of cubicles.

The fact that Donna has the same investigative instincts and skills as the Doctor is just chefs kiss

I would be FREAKED THE FUCK OUT if my friend who I'd just been talking to seconds ago completely disappeared like that and all that was left was a little marshmallow lookin dude

Omg...that one post where it's like "Plot Twist: They're both morons" and then it has a gif FROM THIS EPISODE is so real. Like, if they'd just look up or around the corner, stay in one location for one second longer. But that's what makes the payoff so good

Uuuuuuugggggggghhhhhhhh, Donna's mom. Thank god she's got Wilf

Having many thoughts about how people in her life think Donna's after a man to marry, how she used to simply be after a man to marry, but when she's looking for "the right man," it's to be best friends (and to rightly deny over and over that they're a couple)

The scene where Donna believes SHE'S the one Foster is after. Still so incredibly tense

Honestly? The fact that they...they didn't even travel together, really. But they only met the one time, the Doctor being in at an EXTREMELY low point and Donna about to be, but he AUTOMATICALLY understands her whole mimed explanation of why she was looking for him and how she eventually came upon this...delightful. JUST DELIGHTFUL.

Oooooooo, there's the first hint about the end of the season. The Adipose's breeding planet has gone missing....

Ma'am, in all fairness, you WERE instructed to run and get out of there

Genuinely so in love with their friendship.

At some point, don't you think that London citizens would become just a LITTLE numb to all the horrors they've been subjected to and not just cower in fear or scream and run every time?

If Donna packed ages ago with ALL THAT LUGGAGE but still presumably has clothes she likes to wear back home...I'm just...I love that for her

GOD!!!! THEY'RE SUCH IDIOTS, THE BOTH OF THEM <3<3<3<3<3 "i just want a mate" "you just want. to. mate.?!"

noooooo....that one note starts playing, and my eyes WELL WITH TEARS. (nice to see Rose again, though)

And them stopping to see Wilf, just always so cute

#hellsite nostalgia tour 2023

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pearlcages · 1 year

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first of all regarding your last ask i’m so sorry you feel like that. this fandom can truly be a LOT. fow what it’s worth your fics are just brilliant!!

second of all, i was wondering does there happen to to be a grey’s character you have a love/hate attitude towards?

i love to commiserate!! thank you for reaching out & for the compliment

mmmmm okay, honestly? derek. my first watch i did not care about him at all, but this second watch had me feeling really affectionately towards s2-5 derek. he can be so annoying sometimes with his god-complex my-wife-is-half-my-age thing but i enjoy how much he adores meredith

richard is another one for me because he’s literally so fucking annoying but sometimes he says something nice about bailey and i forgive him for literally everything he’s ever done

#asks

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mysticalrambling · 3 years

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Baby Boy (T.H)

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Summary: dad!Tom x reader. Tom gets jealous when you solely focus on your six month old son, Oliver. You both then cuddle and afterwards spend time together as a whole family. It’s just a blurb with Tom acting like a big baby.

Warnings: None. Fluff all the way.

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Tom Holland was never the one to get jealous but from the moment you entered his life, this was the one emotion that made itself known on regular basis. He always told you that you were too good for him and he didn’t deserve you. You disagreed him with every time because it was other way around. However, you gave up on it after sometime and just kissed him whenever he spoke regarding the subject.

An ‘I love you’ was your answer for situation like these and it never went away even after three years of marriage.

Your husband never left your side for even a second whenever you both went out with friends or family. It was not that he didn’t trust you or that he didn’t trust the people around you. He just wanted to be near you and wanted your sole attention. Your Tommy was a needy little baby. Hence, it was safe to assume that he was jealous when your baby boy took all of your love and time.

You both had been trying for almost two years after your marriage and every negative test took away a little bit of hope until the lucky day came. It was one of the best day of your lives and Ollie was a mumma’s boy from day one. Of course, Tommy was jealous but his heart also beamed with adoration whenever he saw the both of you together. The only man Tom could ever afford to share you with was your son. The little boy was really stealing hearts from the moment he entered this world and Tom wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I’ll go pick him up. You sleep, ‘kay?” Getting out of the bed, you tried to coax your husband back to bed. Tom had a full day at the set and he helped you with Ollie as soon as he came back. He really needed to rest.

“No, I’ll get him.” He tried to protest but the red, swollen eyes were a dead giveaway.

“He likes me better anyways so I’ll do it. Night, love.”

“That’s mean!”

You stood up without listening to another word and made your way towards your baby’s neutral themed nursery. You both wanted to keep the gender a secret till the very end. It was truly a surprise for Tom when the doctors announced that you were parents to a beautiful baby boy because he believed that his first born would be a girl. Nevertheless, he got into his daddy mode as soon as Oliver was placed in his hands by the nurse and has never let up since then.

“Hey baby! What happened? Why you crying, bubba?” You had to admit that you were getting pretty good at the baby talk. It has been six months of practicing so you better hope you were.

“Mmmmm.”

“Say mumma. Mumma. Yes, you can do it. You’re such a good boy. Yes, you are.” From the past week, Ollie has been trying to say words and you just really want his first word to be your name.

Cooing at you, he placed his head on your shoulder with his thumb stuck in his mouth. He was teething so he was in a phase where he put everything and anything in his mouth. It has been tiring to watching after the eager toddler but you wouldn’t trade it for the world. Four hours had passed by since his last bottle so you made him one while carrying him in the other hand.

“Let’s drink your milk and then we can play with your toys. Mumma’s not sleepy anymore.” The chocolate brown eyes that stared back at you with wonder reminded you of the man sleeping peacefully in the master room. It was only five in the morning and your day had already started.

“Morning, darling.” Rubbing his eyes, he walked downstairs to the source of all the commotion.

You looked up from your position on the carpet to see your husband approaching the both of you. He had just leaned into kiss you when you diverted your attention back to the toddler.

“Hey, mister! You can’t put that in your mouth.” Crying was the only thing heard after you took away the train from Oliver’s hands. You always sterlise his toys but you still don’t allow him to put them in his mouth. His tantrums were much like his dad; only you could console them. “Shhh. I got yeh, darling. Let’s go look at the plants, okay?”

“Wha- What?” Tom’s mouth opened and closed like a fish because he couldn’t believe what just happened. His son stole away his wife.

You always loved telling your son about Nature. Studies always showed that nature helps develop a child’s sensory organs so you made it a point to come to the garden with Ollie every morning. It was your little routine.

“(Y/N)! I can’t find my pink t-shirt. Please help me!”

“Just wear something else.” You hollered back while going inside the house.

“I want the pick one. Come up and help me.”

Rolling your eyes, you replied, “I’m feedin’ your son so just wear anything else.” Tom and his pink t-shirt.

A sad ‘okay’ echoed through the house and you chuckled slightly at his childish behavior. You sometimes really didn’t know who the baby was in this house. Feeding your son his mashed banana, you bathed him while Tom sullenly took out Oliver’s clothes.

When he was dressed up in his unicorn onesie, you gently laid him in his crib. Tom moved around the room to switch off the lights and turn the mobile on. It was time for his mid day nap so that meant you could finally take a shower and eat a proper meal.

“Come with me!” Your husband whispered right in your ears before dragging you out with your wrist.

“What happe-” You were cut off by his lips as he pinned you against the wall. It was shocking but you soon responded back. “What was that for?”

“That was my morning kiss that my son interrupted.”

“Awww. Is someone jealous?”

“I also need you, darlin’.” Hugging you tightly, Tom stuffed his face in your neck.

“You are my big baby and nothing will change that, Tommy.”

Pecking you on the cheeks, he started pulling you downstairs. “Let’s cuddle.”

“But I am all sweaty and covered in mashed bananas.”

“No!”

“At least, let me change my clothes.” It was like bargaining with a kid and he was sometimes more difficult than your actual child.

“Okay but no more than five minutes.”

You quickly went upstairs and pulled on the first shirt that you got your hands on. After adjusting your hair in the mirror, you realised that it was Tom’s pink t-shirt. He was going to be so mad when he finds out that you put it in your closet again. However, you didn’t care about that. The shirt was so soft that your husband would have to just suck it up.

“I knew it!” You laughed loudly at his exclamation and just laid on top of him on the couch.

“Keep quiet or you won’t get any cuddles.”

“Sorry, darling.”

The silence was weird after such a hectic morning but you enjoyed every second of it. Your son was sleeping and you could finally have some quality time with Tom. You both started talking about Tom’s new movie and before you knew it, you were asleep. Oliver really tired you out sometimes and Tom felt guilty for not helping out that much. He always wanted to do more but the little boy was attached to your hip and would scream bloody murder if he didn’t see you.

“Love, Ollie’s awake. Let me get up, please.” A gentle voice reached your eyes and you just slightly shifted on the couch. You were too tired to comprehend what he was saying.

“Hey, buddy. It’s just you and I for sometime. We should let mumma sleep for sometime.”

Seems like luck was on his side because Oliver wanted to snuggle up with his father for a change. You woke up after two hours of a very satisfying nap and instantly panicked when you saw it was three in the noon. However, you relaxed when you heard your husband and son’s voice from upstairs. They were both watching cartoons.

“Hey.” You first gave your husband a peck and then picked up your baby boy. He instantly snuggled into your chest.

“Don’t deserve you, darling.” When you looked into his eyes, there were slight tears. He always got emotional when he witnessed moments like these. It was truly an enchanting sight.

“I love you.”

“Love you too.” He hugged you both closer and you all watched as Tom kept running in circles chasing Jerry.

Hope you guys liked it!!

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400 FOLLOWER CELEBRATION!!

A/N: This is my first blurb to celebrate my 400 followers and there are more to come. I really love you guys and I really appreciate you all. Couldn’t have gotten here without you all especially my tumblr buddy, @peculiarpenman. Tell me what you guys think about it and I’m open to requests. Also, if you want to be added to my tag list, do let me know.

Tag list: @peculiarpenman, @kalopsia-flaneur, @agnesk

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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hi! i was wondering if you do something where spencer is super shy with reader and keeps stuttering when he first meets her (reader), and maybe reader interns at the bau as a college student?? idk this sounds bad but ik you’ll make it sound good with ur writing lol

I LOVE THIS CONCEPT UGHH MAKING SPENCER NERVOUS IS JUST SO MMMMM

PT TWO

TW: sub!spencer, fluff

The first time he sees her, his brain short circuits.

Anderson enters the bullpen with the express purpose of introducing the new intern to everyone. She shakes the hands of Prentiss, JJ, and Rossi; Penelope hugs her; and Morgan places a kiss onto her hand, followed by a flirtatious comment and wink.

Spencer is well aware that Anderson and the new intern have made their way over to Spencer’s desk, where he shifts nervously in his seat.

“This is (Y/N). She’s in her second year of her Ph.D. at Georgetown studying Philosophy. I bet you’ll have lots to talk about.” And with the clasp of his hands, Anderson leaves the pair to get aquatinted.

He can barely make eye contact with her. Her smile is so radiant, her hair rests perfectly on her shoulders, and she stands with such authority and confidence that it makes him sweat. Her gaze towers over him as he sits in his seat.

“Hi, Dr. Reid! I’m (Y/N)— huge fan of your academic work and whatnot.” She doesn’t reach to shake his hand, relieving some of his anxieties. Though, it means someone’s warned her about his weird quirks, which makes him wonder what else they mentioned.

“R-really?” He stammers with uncertainty.

(Y/N) smiled wider and nods, “Of course! You’re a big inspiration. I feel... comforted knowing that there’s a need for the academics in the FBI. I figured my Philosophy degrees would be useless.”

“D-Doctor of P-Philosophy in Philosop-phy. T-that’s funny.” Spencer can’t control the stutter that’s developed within the last few moments. It makes his sorry excuse of a joke sound even worse.

He can’t think of anything else to say, too entranced by her beautiful appearance and energy. She doesn’t seem to mind the awkward atmosphere that surrounds them. In fact, it almost invigorates her. He’s sure she has no problem with controlling the course of a conversation.

(Y/N) laughs, almost too loudly. “I know right. I love it though. I wouldn’t change my degree in nonsense for anything else.”

Spencer shrugs, “I-I d-don’t think i-it’s nonsense.” He wants to scream with how ridiculously nervous he sounds, but continues anyway. “Philosophy is t-the foundat-tion of almost ev-very study. The w-world’s g-greatest m-mathematicians a-and scientist c-can be r-regarded as philosophers— y-you prob-bably knew all of t-that thought.”

(Y/N) leans herself against his desk, crossing her arms while sporting an unusually pointed gaze. “How old are you, Spencer?”

“T-twenty s-seven.” He has no idea where she’s headed.

She raises a brow, “You look a lot younger.”

“I-I know...”

“I’m twenty-five.” (Y/N) states. “And I think you’re cute, and smart, and a little nervous, but I’m into that.” Spencer’s never had someone come onto him this hard... let alone ever. He doesn’t know how to respond without sounding overeager, so he stays silent. “I know it’s probably a conflict of interest, but would you like to go out with me?”

He nods fervently, “Y-yes! Uh— I m-mean y-yea, please.”

“Okay.” She grins, patting his shoulder. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“O-okay!” Spencer’s beaming at this point, it’s a surprise no one else in the bullpen has noticed.

She walks away, perfectly heel-to-toe, one foot in front of the other— the way that powerful women walk. It gets to him. He really likes her despite only knowing her for ten minutes.

Spencer’s content with watching her walk away, but his heart stops when she turns around, flashing him a smile and a wink. It’s a reminder that this is all real, and that she hasn’t forgotten him yet.

#spencer reid #criminal minds #sub!spencer #dr reid #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x y/n #baby!spencer #glasses!spencer #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid blurb #criminal minds fluff #criminal minds blurb

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chanfictions · 3 years

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Akatsuki reader, partners...mmmmm maybe Hidan and Kisame.

Again, fem! The reader gets hit by someone else's technique.

(Or she was stupidly thrown something that she didn't have time to dodge).

The reader gets aroused and suddenly wants to have sex, whines, rubs herself against Kisame and Hidan, and they decide to help her ;3

(Either arrive at the base and fuck there, or right where they got rid of the opponents)

Hey anon! Sooooo, I know this isn't exactly what you requested. I couldn't for the life of me fit Hidan and Kisame into the same box to make this work, so I just stuck with Kisame. It started with your ask. One thing led to another and this happened. I got carried away with plot. Again. Hope you still enjoy!

Cupid

18+ Content! Minors DNI!

Kisame x Reader

Smut with a splash of plot. Unprotected sex-ish. Reader is assumed to be on birth control. Public sex-ish. Aphrodisiacs. Mentions of blood during combat.

You were sent on a mission together to retrieve a special relic that had some unexpected side effects.

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This mission was doomed from the start.

Pain had partnered you with Kisame on an infiltration and retrieval mission to acquire a powerful ninja tool being housed in a fortified military compound not far from the Hidden Sound. Stealth was your forte, so this sort of thing was right up your alley. While you had no hard-hitting combat skills to fall back on in the event that something went awry, you weren't particularly worried. As a phantom thief with a perfect record in your high profile heists, the thought of getting caught or needing to participate in a fight hardly crossed your mind. You insisted to Pain that you had never needed backup in the past and could easily do this yourself, but Pain disagreed. Kisame was assigned to you more or less as a bodyguard whether you liked it or not.

Kisame had been running solo since Itachi's death and had gotten a tad rusty when it came to fighting alongside another person. Your battle techniques got along about as well as oil and water. You favored covert sabotage and traps, and Kisame, well, Kisame was Kisame. Nothing that man did was small. He transformed every battlefield he encountered into a shark-infested lake before completely obliterating his opponents.

That's how everything went sideways. Kisame, bless his blue heart, was not subtle. You donned your camouflage jutsu and got ready to slink into the compound. "I'll pop a flare if I get into trouble. It's going to be much easier to sneak in and out without a 6'8" sword on legs following me. Just wait here."

Staring at the spot where he thought you were probably standing, Kisame's face twisted slightly. "This really isn't a good idea, Y/N." Unfortunately for Kisame, you were already long gone, and he was having a conversation with the wind. With a heavy sigh, he leaned back against a thick tree, focusing on the compound not far off in the distance where you would be poking around on your own. He didn't like the idea of you going in there alone. You were still relatively new to the Akatsuki, and your skills had yet to be formally tested. Kisame got along with you quite well and rather liked you, so allowing you to dive head first into danger without any real offensive jutsu in your arsenal left him on edge.

That overprotective nervousness regarding your safety was what sent everything spiraling out of control. An alarm sounding from within the walls of the compound left Kisame bristling and looking skyward for a flare. As the seconds ticked by into minutes with no cloud of smoke rising into the sky and the clear sound of soldiers mobilizing inside, Kisame made the executive decision to throw your plan out the window.

What he didn't know was that the alarm you set off was a decoy. Oh, shit. After plunging the base into chaos, it occurred to you that you had neglected to tell Kisame as much. At that moment, you realized that Kisame was probably about to charge in, sharkskin blazing. Shit, shit, shit! Every profanity you knew blared across your stream of consciousness like ticker tape as you hurriedly snatched the relic longbow you had been sent in to retrieve. A gooey sap coated the slick wood which left you quickly wiping your palms on your thighs to clean your hands before making a beeline for the exit. The growing cacophony of chaos outside announced Kisame's arrival.

As you expected, things outside had gotten a little out of hand. Kisame was in the heat of battle, taking on an army by himself and winning. Jutsu flew across the battlefield like exchanges of elemental cannon fire. Half of a battalion was encased in water prisons and the other was fleeing from shark filled orbs of water. Kisame was grinning ear to ear as he swatted off one after another like whiffle balls with Samehada.

You quickly scurried across the scene, sneaking up behind Kisame and whisper-screaming to get his attention. "Kisame, you big dummy! It was just a diversion! I'm fine!!"

Surprised, Kisame turned an eye to where he assumed you were while sending another enemy flying with a swing of his greatsword with an amused chuckle. "Next time, you might want to tell me what your plan is. Here I thought you were fighting off an army all by yourself."

"No, that's just you! Come on, I got the thing. Let's go!" You danced around him to avoid the swings of his sword, still wanting to keep yourself out of sight. Upon seeing his feet shift, you turned around just in time to see a flurry of arrows flying your way in such a wide spray that dodging them was going to be a feat.

Kisame blocked what he could with Samehada, but not knowing where exactly you were, wasn't sure he had protected you. A yelp answered his question. You shimmered back into sight just in front of him. He missed one, and it had plunged straight through your thigh. A stain of your blood quickly began mixing in with the sap you had wiped on your pants earlier. "Damnit!"

"I'm fine! Let's just go!" You shouted over the clatter of weapons and incoming pursuit, getting ready to run. With a snarl, Kisame reached down and snapped both ends off of the arrow before unceremoniously throwing you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and retreating.

Fortunately, the soldiers had been so devastated by Kisame's onslaught that they hardly had the numbers to launch a fruitful pursuit. In the chaos, they had yet to notice that you stole the very item this outpost had been built to protect. Once he had put sufficient distance between you two and the base, he searched briefly for some cover to deal with your leg wound and leapt down from the towering branches to set you down with your back to a barky trunk.

You were beginning to feel flushed and hot as a shiver of heat rattled through your body and left an oddly pleasant knot in your belly. Blood roared in your ears as your heart began to race. When you looked up at Kisame, something felt… different.

Kisame knelt down to look at your leg. "You should have been standing behind me," he chided while setting one large palm on your thigh to brace it while he used the other to remove the broken arrow shaft. An ache built in your core as you caught your lip between your teeth. The warmth of his hand sent a tingling sensation rippling through your body. "Sorry, I didn't mean for that to hurt."

With massively dilated pupils, you stared at him hungrily. "It… didn't hurt," you breathed. With a deep inhale, you wondered how you never noticed how good he smelled.

Kisame stared back at you critically. "You're awfully sweaty for someone who wasn't running." Shock washed over his face after touching your forehead. You were positively boiling. "Y/N, are you feeling alright? Was there poison on that arrowhead? Your eyes..." Concern was beginning to bubble as he pulled the item in question from his pack, examining it, completely oblivious to the wild fantasies bubbling in your head.

He was so close. Your body hummed to life as that heat in your belly began growing in size. An ache throbbed through your core. Your heart was in your mouth. Every inch of your skin pricked with the need for contact. And Kisame… how had you never noticed just how hot he was? Sure, you had some occasional dirty, late night fantasies about him. But now? You couldn't tear your eyes away from him. The muscles rippling across his torso were hardly concealed by that black cloak. Even with those unusual features, his face was remarkably handsome, not to mention each time he spoke, shocks seemed to travel straight through your body and into your clit. Still with your lip caught between your teeth, you let out a sultry breath and ghosted your fingertips along his firm bicep. All that seemed to do was make your hunger worse.

Kisame, entirely oblivious to what was unfolding behind your eyes, just looked confused. The arrowhead didn't appear to have any substance left on it, and he couldn't think of another cause for your apparently unwell state. He unpacked some rudimentary first aid supplies from his pack and wrapped some gauze tightly around your thigh as a temporary measure to staunch the bleeding. Thinking that your stare focused at him was vacant, he snapped his fingers in front of your face to try to get your attention. "Hey, talk to me. What's going on with you?"

While his arm was extended, you latched onto it like a lifeline, nuzzling your face into his bicep and inhaling deeply. "Kisame..." You couldn't resist. You needed to touch him. Following that arm back to his torso, your hands traced every ripple of muscle while Kisame froze in shock.

You were his partner. While he undoubtedly found you attractive, this seemed like an odd time to suddenly declare your own desires. "What's gotten into you?" He wrapped his hands around your wrists, engulfing them entirely, as they traversed his muscular chest.

"Dunno… I just really… really need you." You used the grip he had to pull yourself in, burying your face against his neck and breathing deeply again. "You smell so good…"

A light heat rushed across Kisame's cheeks as you abruptly began coming on to him. Between your strange behavior and the thrill of the battle he had just been in, he was amped up. Your body being pressed so tightly against his was causing some complications to arise. His pulse quickened as you nuzzled and rubbed yourself against him. Feeling your breasts against his chest and your heated breath on his neck was distracting him from the issue at hand. "Y/N…" He let out your name in a low growl, intending it to be a warning, but it didn't quite come off with the bite he had intended. Hearing that word fall from his lips in such a tone just set you ablaze. A little moan escaped your lips, and you coiled yourself around him like a lusty little boa constrictor, trailing little bites and open mouth kisses on his neck, savoring every salty inch of his exposed skin. Another deep growl rumbled in Kisame's chest as he ran a strong palm up your spine to the back of your neck. "You're under the influence of some kind of jutsu," he breathed heavily, trying very hard to resist biting you back as his own desire built rapidly. There was no denying how steamy this situation was growing.

"Don't care," you whispered, nibbling at his ear as your hands wandered the chiseled landscape of his body.

"You're injured," he continued, now getting sucked into your lusty riptide, grazing your neck with pointed teeth.

"Don't care," you breathed again, beginning to unzip his cloak.

"We're in enemy territory," he murmured between bites on your throat that no doubt left marks before swallowing you in a crushing kiss. Those calloused hands ran up your sides, wanting to explore more but seeming hesitant.

"Don't care," you mewled, reaching for the waist of his pants, your fingertips grazing the impressive package Kisame was concealing, wiggling your hips for any kind of relief from the needy heat that was driving you to the brink of madness. Your panties were drenched. Your core ached. It was like you had been edged for two days straight without any kind of release. Every nerve in your body was hypersensitive to touch.

Another deep sound rattled in his throat. You ensnared him in this whirlwind, and there was no going back now. You undressed each other in a flurry of zippers and fabric, discarding one item after another in a heap upon the leaves scattered across the forest floor. You didn't care about the dirt. Nothing else existed to you right now outside of the deft hands moving across your body, making you arch your back and moan. His scent flooded your head. You were drowning in Kisame, yet felt like you were dying of thirst. You wanted him. Needed him. Your brain and body shared a singular focus. Neither the mission nor your bleeding leg mattered right now.

Kisame picked you up by the backs of your thighs, pressing your back against the rough trunk of the tree while leaving a trail of branding bites along your neck and collarbone, drawing a whine out of you. You wrapped your uninjured leg around his waist, grinding your soaked pussy against him and letting a lewd moan drift into the sky. That little bit of friction alone was nearly enough to send you over the edge. Your hands wandered, caressing every ridge and ripple of the muscle coiled like steel cables under his skin. This man was built. By now, you were well aware that he was hung like a horse as well. That impressive appendage was currently teasing the hell out of your hungering little hole. You could feel that broad head rubbing through your slick folds as you shifted. "Kisame, please," you whispered with a breathy lust, rolling your hips against him.

A low, raspy chuckle tickled your ear. "You're going to scream and give away our location," he teased.

"Then kiss me so I can't." Your desperation to have that massive girth inside of you dripped from every pore as you tangled your arms around his neck to pull him into a hungry kiss.

Unable to decline such a delicious request, Kisame shifted you to begin impaling you on his impressive cock painstakingly slowly, stretching your walls around him. He smothered your wails with his mouth. Your back scraped across the rough bark behind you, but you didn't care. This was divine. You tensed and whimpered, both aching to be filled and struggling to accommodate the sheer size of him. You clung to him for dear life, gasping and catching his lip between your teeth as he finally sheathed himself. Your core throbbed and pulsed. Nerves ached for input. You used your good leg to try to pull him in even deeper. Another little chuckle rolled through him at your enthusiasm and impatience. "Someone is eager," he teased again with a single thrust to punctuate his statement.

You mewled before biting his neck. "Kisammm-" He silenced you with a bruising kiss before any more complaints or moans could escape your lips as he began drilling you into that tree. Birds fled from the branches above from the force of his motions disturbing their roosts. You clawed his chest and back, screaming into his mouth as he repeatedly buried himself in your fluttering core. You were on fire. Each time your hypersensitive clit rubbed against his body, stars erupted behind your eyes. Sweat slicked your bodies as a steamy heat began to rise. The drag of your nipples against his skin sent rippling shocks of pleasure through your entire being.

"Fuck, Y/N," he growled in your ear, large palms tightly gripping your ass as he drove himself into you again and again. You buried your face against his shoulder to let out a muffled wail as he sent you right over the edge. Your walls clenched tightly around him, eliciting a primal snarl from his lips. He sank his teeth into your neck as his powerful motions set impressions of that tree bark pressing into your back. With your good leg, you pulled him even deeper, arching into him as you flew off into orbit. A palm slammed over your mouth as he railed you into that tree to stifle the litany of cries erupting from your throat. Your head hit the wood behind you. He kept you pinned firmly there while fucking you into oblivion.

Your world melted away into nothing but the input of pleasure ripping through your body. The surrounding forest faded away. All you could hear was your own muffled heavy breathing, Kisame's grunts, and the slick sounds your bodies made between rhythmic contact. Every inch of you pulsed and throbbed with heat. Orgasm after orgasm tore through you in a continuous wave that left you with numbed legs and a soaked core. Your head was adrift in the clouds, the situation seeming impossible. Your new partner railing you against a tree in enemy territory was not your plan for this mission, but hell, you weren't going to question it. Your body ached and hungered for more. You kissed him as though he were your only source of air and you were suffocating.

Kisame picked up the pace, digging his fingers more firmly into your ass while keeping a tight clamp over your mouth to muffle the inhuman sounds you were making. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you lost yourself in another powerful crash of an orgasm, strangling his impressive girth with the crushing grip of your walls. A low growl and a series of curses rumbled through his body into yours as the depth of the thrusts increased until the hold your pussy had on him sent him over the edge and milked him dry. He growled your name through his release, gripping you tightly against his firm body. The combined sound of your heavy panting was the only thing that could be heard over the breeze rustling through leaves overhead.

That fog in your head slowly began to lift as you caught your breath. Your muscles trembled with fatigue as you dropped your head against his shoulder. "Fuck," you whispered through heavy breaths, slowly running your palms up his chest to his shoulders. Still pinned against the tree with his length buried within you, it took a moment for you to remember where you were. A soft hiss escaped your lips as he shifted your weight, reminding you that there was still a bleeding hole in your thigh.

"You good?" A raspy chuckle rumbled under your head that you had resting against his chest. He maintained his grip on you for the moment, not sure if you were about to go weak in the knees and collapse into a heap if he let you down.

"Yeah, I'm good," you giggled, turning your heated cheek against him before grimacing again when you looked down and saw the rather unfortunate state your leg was in.

Kisame slowly slid his length from you before gently setting your feet back down into the crunchy leaves littering the forest floor. With an arm still around your back for the sake of your stability, he glanced down at what you were eyeing, spotting your wound and what looked like a stain of pink that wasn't blood still flushing the surrounding skin. He carefully brushed his fingers against it, picking up a swipe of the gooey substance that you had wiped on your pants earlier that had seeped through the fabric and into your wound when you were hit. "What's this?" He inquired curiously, giving it a sniff.

"Some sap or something that was oozing from that bow," you breathed, shifting your weight onto your good leg and breathing heavily still as you leaned into him.

Kisame let out a hearty laugh. "You didn't wear gloves when you handled it, did you?"

Your face paled. You had entirely forgotten Pain's instructions regarding the handling of that weapon in your haste to leave with it during Kisame's little rumble with the defending army. "Oh, god -- damnit." An embarrassed laugh started shaking your shoulders as you defeatedly let your forehead fall against his chest.

"That bow is made of cherub wood. While it makes excellent longbows, its sap is also the primary ingredient in aphrodisiacs," Kisame teased. The embarrassed giggling overtook you and melted into genuine, hysterical laughter.

"Woops."

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kakashisdarling · 3 years

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Steamy Neighbor II - Kakashi Hatake

Thanks to the amazing @feelingsandemotionsnotexplored for requesting a second part to Steamy Neighbor. Find the first part here. And thanks for reading❤️

Kakashi x reader

I shut my eyes open as I hear a strange noise, only to find myself in a bedroom that’s not mine. A cold drop of sweat runs through my spine as I manage to sit in the bed. The room’s decorated in a minimalistic way with neutral tones and wooden furniture. Somehow it feels soothing.

Shit. I’m at Kakashi’s.

I press my eyelids harshly, trying to remember the events of last night. We came home from the mission and drank some sake to celebrate the good news. We had been camping in the forest near our village, keeping an eye on the east lurkers while Gai and Iruka stayed close to the ones in the west. In the end, they turned out to be a group of adventurers who had gotten lost on their way to the Mist Village, they even asked us for directions and advice regarding the terrain. Meaning they were completely harmless.

Slowly I get out of the bed and take a glance outside, looking for the source of the strange noise. I sense movement in the kitchen. The silver haired ninja is on his knees scouting the inside of a cabinet, with a soft groan he pulls out a rice cooker and leaves it on the surface near the stove, where he is cooking something in a pan.

“That smells good” I say with a husky sleepy tone. Kakashi turns to me and presumably he is smiling, as the corners of his visible eye crease faintly.

“I know you usually just drink juice in the morning, so I thought you could use a decent breakfast for a change.”

“That’s not true, I pick up snacks on the way or cry at Iruka’s door until he feeds me” I poorly try to defend myself as I walk and lean on the countertop near him.

“The last two weeks before our mission you only drank juice, I know for sure.”

My jaw drops wide open at his statement.

“Were you spying on me all this time? What a stalker!” I pretend to sound offended as I raise the back of my hand to my forehead. Kakashi chuckles and his cheekbones turn slightly reddish. He looks adorable and I wish I could see that blush in his bare cheeks.

“You talk to yourself very loudly, so it is hard not to peek at your morning routine when you’re basically narrating everything and growling at the oranges while squeezing them.”

Now it’s my turn to blush. I do tend to talk to myself a lot, saying what I’m thinking without any filter helps me clear my head. I try to fight the heat in my cheeks as I think of a sharp response.

Eureka.

“So, Kakashi, do you have a specific schedule for cooking naked? You should really let me know, I could come give you a hand those days” I tease with a naughty smile.

Kakashi closes his eyes as his full face turns bright red.

“It depends. I only do it if my nosy neighbor happens to be in her kitchen” he says cheekily.

“Oh” I mumble a little surprised but ready for another round. “Should I go to my kitchen this morning?”

“You can mock me all you want, in the end my plan worked out well, didn’t it?” a wide smile forms in his lips beneath the dark cloth and he raises an eyebrow suggestively. He seems to have the blush under control now.

“It worked? I’m not sure it did, you haven’t even asked me out” I keep teasing, in response he chuckles stridently.

“You can’t give me that argument when you just woke up in my bed.”

He has a point.

“Did we -uhm- sleep together?”

“We just slept,” he smiles reassuringly. “You literally passed out on the couch after asking me to bring your pajamas.”

Oh no.

“Did you…?” my voice breaks before I finish my question.

“You changed on your own. But don’t worry, next time I’ll do it myself.”

“KAKASHI HATAKE!” I scream embarrassed, this time unable to fight the intense flush in my face, my thoughts running wild.

He giggles playfully, resembling a child whose mischief was a complete success.

“So what are your plans for today?”

“Mmmmm, we still have to hand in the mission report. And I’m really craving some ramen, so I’ll probably try to persuade Iruka into coming to Ichiraku with me.”

“I could go with you,” Kakashi says with a subtle undertone.

Is he shy all of a sudden after giving me an intentional naked show less than a week ago? This man is unbelievable.

“Oh. I’d really like that and Iruka probably can’t wait to get back to his kids.”

He nods and without a word, he takes out two bowls and serves a generous portion of rice on each. Then he sprinkles some furikake on top and adds a dried egg and sesame seeds. With a warm expression he points to the chair and puts the bowls next to each other.

“Thank you, Kakashi,” I utter while sitting next to him. He stares at me expectantly until I shove the first bite in my mouth. “Mmmmmm this tastes delicious, your seasoning is amazing.”

“Better than Iruka’s?” he asks with a light hue of possessiveness, I nod cheerfully. “Then, next time you’re hungry you should cry at my door.”

Involuntarily, a strangled laugh slips from my throat.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

———————

My eyebrows pin together when I feel someone poking my back. I turn around to find a pair of curious blue eyes.

"Y/n-sensei” Naruto greets me. “What are you doing with Kakashi-sensei?” he asks nosily.

“Naruto! Don’t be rude” the pink haired girl scolds.

“We’re just heading to Ichiraku,” I reply, unsure of what to say.

“Can I tag along?”

“Naruto!” Sakura calls impatiently.

“Didn’t you hear that Iruka-sensei is back? He’s probably looking for you” Kakashi suddenly draws Naruto’s attention.

“Iruka-sensei is back? He owes me a bowl of ramen!” the blonde boy exclaims as he starts walking away. Sakura smiles gently and waves goodbye.

“He’s a handful, huh?” I point at the direction in which Naruto disappeared.

“Sometimes, but he will be a great shinobi one day” Kakashi smiles fondly.

“That’s for sure, he has the best sensei” once again, Kakashi indulges me by blushing under his mask.

The rest of the way to Ichiraku is silent but not in the slightest awkward.

“Kakashi-sensei, Y/n-sensei! What can I offer you?” Teuchi greets us as we take a seat next to each other.

“Two orders of traditional ramen, please.” Teuchi nods and disappears in the kitchen.

“So…” Kakashi mumbles near my ear. “Is this a date?”

“You tell me.”

“I think it is. The first of many, if things go according to my masterplan” he smirks playfully.

All flustered, I shyly take initiative and lean towards him. In the blink of an eye, Kakashi tugs his mask down and gently presses his plump lips against mine. “And this is the very first kiss of many,” he promises softly. And I certainly find myself hoping it is.

Finally, it’s here! This took me a long time, sorry but hope you enjoyed it. This is definitely not the ending, please keep an eye out for the third and last part (which will probably be smut xD).

Also, I have an announcement *drums, please* we’ve reached 100 followers!!!!! And as a thank you gift, we’ll be having a week of daily fics 03/22-28 (not only about Kakashi, but also other Naruto boys). I’ve already planned some of the fics, but I’m open to any specific requests.

I deeply want to thank you for all the support you’ve given me. Thank you, thank you, thank you ❤️

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daddyloveslabor · 3 years

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James and Little

James stood directly in front of his Little, close enough that he could breathe in her scent, but he didn’t touch her just yet. He studied her face and her eyes. He knew them so well by this point. And this was the point. The one where his expertise of her face and eyes would alert him immediately to any signal from her, subdued or otherwise. Any misgivings whatsoever that she may have about what was about to happen to her, what was in store for her...he would see them.

She had been flawlessly obedient, always, save the small buckish provocation here and there when she desired extra correcting. And she never failed to know when *he* desired to more thoroughly correct her. She had always, truly, anticipated him at every turn.

She was perfect for him. He didn’t want to change a hair on her head, except in this one way. In this enormous, incredible way that in actuality was a thousand ways. The way that would change her irrevocably and indelibly.

He loved her precisely as she was. And it was because he loved her that he wanted to reconstruct her, just so. He throbbed with the need to observe, and then absorb, every single moment of her enduring and taking and suffering as she navigated the long transformation ahead of her. That’s what she did so, so well, after all. She endured. And she took it, everything he meted out to her, whether in tenderness or in sternness. She took it each and every time, with a grace and submission that endeared her to him harder and further every time he dominated her.

He wanted to witness every. Single. Second. As she morphed inexorably from the fruits his actions tonight would bring to bear upon her. He knew he was going to lose sleep in the months ahead, in an attempt to miss as little as possible.

Those eyes of hers. They were looking unflinchingly into his. Awaiting his encouragement and his instruction. They shone with a trust so pure and so fierce (and so devoid of shame, he realized, as his heart contracted in his chest) that the pact he had made with himself when it came to her - to protect her and cherish her at all costs - was reinforced tenfold.

He leaned in to smell her neck and she tilted back her head to give him better access. As he inhaled deeply, he ran his nose up her throat and along her jawline.

In a low growl, he said, “Mmmmm. Yes. That’s it. You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

Head still tilted back, she replied, “Yes, Daddy. I’m always ready for you. But tonight especially.”

“Hmmm, that’s right. Your timing, as always, Little One, is fucking perfection. You smell...ripe.”

“I am. I made sure of it. I’m ready to receive.” She gave him a coy wink.

He couldn’t help but smile slightly. Her sense of humor, God damn. He would never stop thanking the Good Lord that he was given someone who would kneel down and suck him whenever he ordered...and that was funnier than anyone else he’d ever met.

When it was appropriate, of course. She never failed him in that regard either. She knew when it was time for her to shut her mouth.

“Good.” He took another long sniff along her collarbone and then backed away from her 3 paces.

He crossed his arms over his chest. She reflexively folded her arms behind her back and openly met his gaze.

Tripling down on his effort to ensure he didn’t miss even the most miniscule reflex in her eyes and her face as he spoke, he said, “The time has come, my Darling One. Tonight is the night.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You are ready, yes?”

“Indeed I am, Sir.”

“What are you ready for, Love? Say it. What happens tonight?”

She shook her hair slightly and said firmly, “Tonight is the night you knock me up.”

He frowned. “Say it better.”

“Yes, Sir. Tonight is the night you fill me up. In every way. With your love, with your cock, and with your seed. You are going to bring me near to bursting in each regard.”

“Good girl. You’re going to be the home to my baby for the next ten months, isn’t that right?”

She licked her lips. “Yes, Sir. I am honored to carry your baby.”

He saw her eyes flash. But only in that “stop fucking teasing me and get on with it” way that he had come to know and love so well.

She suffered so gorgeously.

He forced another frown. “Mmm. Say that better.”

A microscopic smile. “Very well. As you wish. Sir?”

He raised an eyebrow at her and gestured for her to continue.

“Sir, I wish for you to fuck me tonight. Hard. I want to be sore tomorrow. And as I am, I want to be reminded that that soreness is nothing, nothing compared to what is waiting for me, because tonight you are going to put your baby inside me. And I promise I will let it grow and grow and grow, making me big and uncomfortable, all while you guide me and assist me and chastise me as needed.”

James’s throat had thickened and his cock had stiffened listening to her. “Yes, Love. I’m going to make you big. So very, very big. How big do I want you to be?”

“Very,” she replied, knowing full well what he wanted her to say and drawing it out.

“How big, Sarah? How big does Daddy want you? Say it.”

“You want me so big that I can hardly walk.”

“Mmm, that’s exactly, exactly right. I want you so stuffed I’ll have to help you stand up.”

“I want that too,” she breathed.

“Of course you do. It’s in your nature. And ohhhh, Baby. My sweet, sweet girl. It’s going to hurt you.”

“Yes.”

“You’re going to take it for me, though, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

He closed in on her the 3 paces he had taken back prior. He placed his hand on her stomach.

“Oh, my Little. This flat, flat belly of yours. Once my baby has taken residence there, it’s going to start growing. And each and every day this nice flat belly is going to get a little rounder. A little heavier. A little harder.” He rubbed his thumb over her belly button and sighed with longing.

“Eventually your skin is going to be stretched so taut it will feel like a drum. It will hurt. Your belly button may pop out of your belly completely. Your back will ache more and more. Even so, as you begin to support your back with your hands, you will realize you still have weeks left to go, more pressure and strain compounding with each passing day.” He rested his hands on her waist and stroked her back with his fingers.

Moving his hands to her hip bones, he said, “Your hips will separate and throb. You will be so, so uncomfortable at night that sleeping will become difficult. Your gait will change as these hips spread out, making room to cradle my baby’s hard and heavy head deep inside the bones of your pelvis. You will have trouble getting out of bed and out of chairs. You will waddle, perhaps. And I will adore you.”

His hands slid up her sides and cupped her breasts. He worked her nipples with his thumbs and they hardened under his touch. She arched her back slightly, moving her breasts more fully into his large, warm hands. “Your breasts will become enlarged and sharply tender. I must admit to a ravenous curiosity there. How can perfection be improved upon? I will see, I am so sure.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

Both his hands moved back down. “But this belly. Oh my dear, this belly. It will be massive. When you are nearing the end, you will find yourself holding it with both of your hands, seeking a few seconds of relief from the interminable, burdensome drag of it on your body. And you, no matter how weary, will carry it until I say it’s enough time. Understood?”

Her breath had become shaky. “Yes, Daddy. I understand. I will grow your baby so well for you, and I will take whatever pain and discomfort comes with it. I want to be so huge for you.”

He could see the pinkness in her cheeks. “And you know I will see to you like never before. Isn’t that right?”

“I do, Daddy.”

“Mmm. If you are sick, Babe, I will hold your hair back for you and wipe the sweat from your face. If at first you are drained and fatigued, I shall provide you the most comfortable accommodations available, so your rest is undisturbed and restorative. When you are in your second trimester and lusty as hell, I will eat you every night and day, sucking that delicious clit of yours and giving you the sweetest orgasms of your life. I will take you from behind when you grow too big for me to take you from the front, and I will satisfy your swollen, tender, juicy pussy with my cock while I caress your giant belly. And I won’t allow you to relax; you’re going to have to hold your hefty self up on all fours until I release you.”

She sucked in her breath. “I promise; I won’t relax, no matter how tiring it is for me to support my extra weight while you plunge into me. Only when you say.”

“When your feet are aching and worn, Daddy will massage them for you, Sweetheart. When your back is killing you, Daddy will knead it and rub it and smoothe out all that tension you build up from getting bigger and bigger. Daddy will rub oil into your sweet, tight belly so your skin can stretch and stretch and stretch. Daddy will feed you when you’re hungry, all that you want, but only what’s good for you and my baby.”

“Yes, Daddy. Of course. You are so good to me.”

“I am. I will care for your aches and your hurts with more love and attention than ever before. Because you know I crave them. Yes?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“I want to know them all. Every one. No matter how minor each one may seem to you. No matter if I am sleeping or if I am away. Which I won’t be, much. They are mine to have and hold dear, and to soothe as I see fit. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I will keep nothing from you, nothing. I will report every twinge.”

“Good girl.” He stood back from her 3 paces again and she, once again, placed her arms behind her back dutifully.

“Sweetheart. When I am punishing you, what happens when you say our special word?”

“You stop.”

“Mmm hmm. Immediately, yes?”

“Every time. Sometimes before the word is even past my lips.”

“That’s right, Honey. You know - you have always known - that while I may correct and punish you, you have the true control over what I do to you. You have all the power of our special word in your mouth.”

“I do, Sir. And you know that I only use it when I genuinely cannot take any more.”

“Oh yes I do, my little one. I know that. But you see….well. What must happen when you are swelled so large and stretched so tight? When your little pelvis has loosened just enough, and my baby is ready to enter this world through you? What must you do? Say it.”

“I must give birth.”

“Yes. You must. Your many, long days of growing and nourishing my baby must come to an end sometime, as they have in every pregnancy before yours. And then, honey. And then...my baby must come out of you. And that, Sweetheart, is not a process I will have any say or part in. Were it up to me, I might choose to keep you knocked up and enormous and tight-bellied and awkward and hungry and aching forever. But it is not up to me. A higher authority than I will call upon you, and you will be unable to refuse Her. I will not be your Master while you culminate your greatest work, and endure your toughest punishment. Mother Nature will be your Mistress. And Mother Nature, for reasons known only to Her, chooses to punish her daughters with notorious cruelty. Do you understand?”

Sarah’s tongue flicked rapidly over her lips. Her breathing was coming in little hitches. “I understand. I will take it.”

“Yes. You will. But not from me. The power to dole out your pain and relief will be completely out of my hands this time. Your body will be taken over, Darling, by a force that is you but that is also much, much greater than you. Even if I should desire to provide you a moment’s relief, if only to see it register with you before you are wracked in agony again, I will be unable to do so. This time the power will not be mine….or yours. You will succumb to Her and only Her, the ultimate dominatrix, whether you find yourself willing and ready or not. She honors no safe words. Do you understand?”

“I understand. I will suffer.”

“Yes. Oh my dear one, you will suffer terribly. You will tense, perhaps just occasionally at first. Your giant, heaving belly will tighten again and again and again; you will lose count within just a few hours. You will strain and you will struggle. You will moan. Your throat will grow hoarse and your lips will become dry and cracked from your frantic breathing and your cries. You will writhe. Your valiant perseverance through all this will be rewarded only with more brutal and ruthless pain. The wrenchings of your heavy belly will only grow more and more excruciating, a vice that will grip you relentlessly and repeatedly. As they hurt you more, they also will grow longer and will peak harder, and you will get to the point where you will not get much of a break between them, if any at all. Time will stop for you.”

He studied her face and her eyes intensely. He saw resolve and fire. She never could resist a dare. But what he sought most urgently - and found - was the markings of her suppressed arousal.

“You take things so well from me, Honey. You know how I love to hear you beg me and plead with me, yet I can count on one hand the times you have used our special word. When you truly had taken all you could take. But my dear one, when your time comes, all the imploring you have in you will do you no good. There will be no special word. You will be well, well past the point where you thought you could take no more, and then you will be there again. And again. You will take more. She will make you. You may weep and beseech Her for mercy, and She will not only deny you, She will punish you all the harder. You will realize - perhaps 100 times - how much worse it must be before it is better. The only way out, Sweetheart, will be through.”

He reached down to adjust himself and her eyes flicked down and saw the momentary pressure he put on his bulk. He was rock hard, she could see it plainly, and she felt a response instantly, a clenching in her groin as heat pooled in her crotch.

“And Baby. For the inestimable duration of your travail, so torturous for you, all I will be able to do is watch. Watch the slow escalation as you are first so mercilessly squeezed...and then merely observe as you yourself are forced to participate in your own rending. As you anguish and push and stretch impossibly to initiate my baby into this world through your waters, your own initiation into motherhood will be by fire. The Ring of Fire, perhaps the most apt name on earth. All this will be there for me to behold, but there is no part of it I can take for you or away from you. Oh I will be there for you, Sweetness, in any capacity I am able to be. My presence, my touch, my voice, Honey….these things may offer you a paltry comfort, but make no mistake. Where you must go, I cannot follow. There will be no making it go away. There will be no making it stop. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“For my part, I must be content with being a witness only.”

He rubbed himself briefly through his pants again. With his other hand, he hooked his knuckle into the soft flesh beneath her chin bone and moved her so her eyes met his directly. “And I will glory at each fresh and unheralded wave of exquisite agony that twists and contorts your lovely face.”

Sarah puffed out a small breath between her lips. She was pulsing between her legs. God in heaven, hearing him speak to her this way was about to make her climax just standing there. She opened her stance slightly. He saw. Of course he did. He always saw. And the mischievousness of the devil himself sparked in his eyes.

She cleared her throat. “Sir?”

“Yes.”

“If I do this for you, will it - “

“Specifics, Little One. You know I despise ambiguity. If you do what for me? Say it.”

“I’m sorry, Sir. I do know that. Your pardon?”

He nodded.

“Sir, if I develop and sustain your baby in my belly for 40 long weeks, and then labor hard to push him out of me, all by myself...will it make you proud of me?”

His face almost softened. “You have no idea. Sweetheart, I will worship you.”

“Then that is merely the cherry on top, Sir. I’ve already decided.”

“Good girl. And, as discussed, unless you or my baby are in danger, the birth will take place here. I and I alone will attend to your needs. There will be no pain relief, outside of what I can provide. Say it.”

“Yes, Sir. When my appointment time with Great Mother comes -”

His head went back in a silent laugh. “By all means, continue.”

“When Great Mother calls me forth for my supreme punishment, only you will be with me. If my torment can be soothed at all, it will be by you.”

He closed the 3 paces of space between them, enveloped her in his arms, and kissed the top of her precious head. “You are the bravest creature I’ve ever met, you know.”

“I know.”

#childbirth #laborfetish #birthfetish #pregnancy #chldbirtherotica

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mmmmm i wonder about the Misty AU and how RiverClan (but mostly Mistyfoot) deal with gatherings after the TigerClan. especially regarding ShadowClan, Blackfoot/star(?) and possibly Tawnypelt.

UNLESS Leopardstar completely disregards that deputy has to be present, due to Feathertail.. being Feathertail and Misty not wanting to leave her or even the camp.

but still curious about how ShadowClan and RiverClan act at gatherings after That and Thunder-Wind just.. being there and watching.

fskkldfsjklj;;kjsd

okay we're ignoring anything canon says about the moon bc idgaf.

the first gathering takes place...like the night after feathertail and stormheart become warriors? it's part of why leopardstar does their ceremonies when she does.

anyway, she doesn't go to the gathering. leopardstar announces her as the deputy, and anyone who didn't see her during the great battle kind of assumes that she's just in bad shape.

leopardstar does not take questions on the matter.

stormheart goes to the gathering and catches greystripe up on some key details, although not that mistyfoot is pregnant because stormheart is kind of a dumbass. forgive him.

gathering two is when mistyfoot first comes. she's. um. everyone thinks it is a good idea for her to stay home, actually, but mistyfoot is Going. why ever would she not go. it's not like she's like two days away from giving birth. there's simply no reason for her not to be there.

and feathertail goes with her!

russetfur is...a complex character. on one hand, she does A Singular Kindness for them, and mistyfoot feels...the least negative about her?

Mistyfoot is thankful that it is Russetfur standing guard, because Russetfur lets her put her front paws in camp.

so. that's a thing. russetfur is kind of going..."i do not perceive i do not perceive i do not perceive."

as is tawnypelt. i'm going to put the tawnypelt excerpt under the cut because uh. cw: referenced sexual assault, child being involved in a parent sexually assaulting someone.

but russetfur and tawnypelt are. Ignoring Things.

windclan um.

mudfur: so are you all just okay with leopardstar dragging her very pregnant deputy to a gathering or...?

greystripe: i'm finally seeing my daughter again i miss her so much but don't want to make her feel unsafe

russetfur: I DO NOT PERCEIVE I DO NOT PERCEIVE I DO NOT PERCEIVE

mistyfoot: I DO NOT PERCEIVE I DO NOT PERCEIVE I DO NOT PERCEIVE

so yeah.

gatherings are pretty tense. mistyfoot and blackstar never resolve things. keeping them from having a conversation is pretty crucial to keeping the truce.

because they sure as heck don't care about the full moon.

blackstar: a healthy way to cope with my guilt is being mad at mistyfoot, right?

russetfur: if I say no are you going to have another panic attack?

yeah.

feathertail absolutely hates gatherings, but mistyfoot doesn't want to leave her behind, and feathertail doesn't want to be left behind. peak unhealthy attachment is in the second moon of mistyfoot's pregnancy.

i haven't decided if mistyfoot goes to gathering number 3. gathering number 4, she goes and feathertail doesn't. it's a pretty big milestone for them.

and tawnypelt excerpt for you:

"She's carrying my kits," Tigerstar says. His voice is smooth and calm and proud and Tawnypelt wants to throw up. "A whole litter. They'll be the first kits born to TigerClan."

They'll be half-Clan, she wants to point out. They'll be worse than half-Clan.

Tigerstar narrows his eyes slightly, lowering his voice to a private register. "You make sure," he says, "that she's too distracted to — try anything. Queens always get such silly ideas."

Distracting Mistyfoot usually means making sure Feather is hurt enough that it takes up all her energy. Distracting Mistyfoot usually means sending her to Tigerstar. Distracting Mistyfoot usually means watching Mudfur sort herbs, reminding him that Tigerstar can only overlook so much waste.

"Tawnypelt," Tigerstar says, "you'll do your job, won't you?"

"Yessir."

"Good. I know I can count on you."

#god i hate tigerstar so much #tawnypelt is going through it y'all #misty au #ask #anon #mine #talk

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subjecta5newtella · 3 years

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WHITE BOY SUMMER AGENDA

I forgot that I had put that in the tags of this post for a second and I was like ?????? for half a second before I Remembered. and then once I Remembered I was like hey! you could make a rant out of this! I’m so sorry if you didn’t want one but I’ve been sitting on it for a while and this gives me an excuse so without further ado: the movie!minho rant

me saying minho was pushed aside in favor of the white boy summer agenda is a joke but it’s also... not. I have a lot of positive feelings about the movies but I also have mmmmm a Not Insignificant degree of bitterness about how minho got treated compared to the way thomas and newt got treated. and I don’t wanna be like “it’s all about race” because a) I don’t think it’s my place to determine that and b) I don’t claim to know what goes on behind the scenes, either in terms of outside factors or in terms of unconscious bias, but when the one non-white member of the main trio undergoes significant role reduction... i don’t love it, yknow?

it starts with screentime imo. I think it’s fair to say minho is with thomas more than anyone else in the books (I’m not about to run numbers on this, but with the exception of the betrayal sequence and the part where thomas is traveling with brenda, both in tst, as well as the couple times thomas is completely on his own in tdc, there are.... very few times they’re not together). the first movie I think does okay in this regard. we see him about as much as we see him in the book. tst I think also does fine on that specific metric, but I also do not entirely remember what happens despite rewatching it like 3 weeks ago. and then we get to tdc and he’s entirely sidelined.

in isolation, I don’t think his tdc storyline is terrible. his friends care so much about him that they’ll do absolutely anything to rescue him! WCKD tries everything they can to break him and they can’t break him! which makes an excellent contrast to the fact that newt’s death can. if I’d never read the books, I think I’d be fine with it, but unfortunately for everyone I have, which means i am well aware of the change from minho always being with thomas to minho being removed from the group dynamic, even if they’re trying to save him.

my issue with this is that characters don’t build the same way in isolation. I know this because I have been living alone during the pandemic and I have not grown as a person. but actually, though, it’s not like you CAN’T develop a character with minimal interactions with other people, but in a series that’s largely built on love and friendship, it’s really hard to bring a character into that when he’s just.... not There. since one corner of the trio is missing, everything is skewed heavily in favor of the thomas/newt dynamic, instead of being more evenly balanced. book!thomas is equally close to them in different ways; he’s consistently reassured by the presence of either one of them, and at points refers to them kinda interchangeably as his best friend. he seeks out minho first frequently, and minho’s often the first one to greet him when they’re reunited. we also, especially in tst, get a lot of back and forth between minho and newt that gives us a window into their relationship. some of these things we can’t get because of plot changes or runtime constraints or character changes, sure, but they’re not replaced with anything that makes us feel that sense of closeness.

I also think we lose out on minho’s individual arc, to a degree. in the books he goes from someone who is willing to abandon thomas and alby in a moment of panic to someone who, even with a launcher pointed at him, even surrounded by cranks who have already tried to attack him, can’t give up on newt until thomas basically drags him away. I’m... not sure he changes as drastically in the movies? we have the same starting point with the night in the maze, but starting at some point in tst I kind of felt like he was just... there, even when he was with them. yeah, he made some sarcastic comments and did some cool things (I could watch him kick a guard into a wall all fuckin day) but I think in large part his character progression stalls out sometime in tst, and isolating him from the rest of the group strips him of his opportunity to grow in relation to other people.

I’m glad that the movies did good things for thomas, I really am, because he went from a character I was constantly exasperated with to one I did actually like. book!newt is still central to my heart, but movie!newt is an extremely good character in his own right. I think the dynamic between the two of them is really interesting, and I absolutely understand why that ship is as popular as it is! I just think the decision to focus on that relationship came at the cost of minho having a truly equal role in the trio, and it doesn’t sit well with me. I’m a product of the thominho era and I know that colors my interpretation even if it’s not the ship I go hardest for, but I also just find book!minho a really interesting character, and I think he lost the most personality of anyone in the trio.

all of that combined with how heavily newt and thomas’ relationship was promoted especially for tdc,.......... it’s hard not to feel like minho was sacrificed for the White Boy Summer Agenda

#also if anyone disagrees/has more to discuss come talk to me!! would love to hear from a movies first/only person #the maze runner #tmr #tmr minho #I also feel like I had more to say on this point that I’m kinda blanking on but I will add on if I come up with it again #ask #anon #I’m so sorry anon you probably just wanted 2 like. have a goof a joke a jest and instead this

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jungledubs-archive · 3 years

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i made some incorrect quotes with buck and harvey (my hels cub and scar) and an incorrect quotes generator because i’m experiencing brainrot and here are my favourites:

Harvey: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Buck: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Harvey: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Harvey: I can explain. Buck: Can you? Harvey: If you give me thirty seconds to think of a lie.

Harvey: Whaddya call a fish with no eye? Buck, not looking up: Myxine Circifrons Harvey: Harvey: fsh

Harvey: You fuckers don’t know about my knife stick. It’s a knife taped to a stick and it’s the ultimate weapon. Buck, not looking up from his book: Spear. Harvey: BLOCKED.

Harvey: Am I in trouble? Buck: Take a guess. Harvey: No? Buck: Take another guess.

Harvey: Okay, help me please! Buck: Got two words for you. Harvey: I bet they won't be helpful. Buck: Your problem. Harvey: I was right

Harvey, watching the news: Someone tried to fight a squid at the aquarium today! Buck: *walks in covered with ink* Well, maybe the squid was being a dick.

Harvey: I was arrested for being too cool. Buck: The charges were dropped due to a lack of supporting evidence.

Harvey: God, give me patience. Buck: I think you mean 'give me strength'. Harvey: If God gave me strength, you'd be dead.

Harvey: You're right. Buck: That's... That's an unusual phrase for you. Did you just learn it?

Harvey: Where are you going? Buck: To get ice cream or commit a felony, I’ll decide on the way there

Harvey: Top 30 reasons why Harvey is sorry... Number 5 will surprise you! Buck: Top 30 anime deaths. Number One: YOUR FUCKING ASS RIGHT NOW!!!

Harvey: I actually have a black belt. Buck: In what, karate? Harvey: No, from Gucci.

and then some featuring trip (hels bdubs) as well

Harvey: Here’s a fun Christmas idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Buck: Harvey no. Trip: Mistlefoe. Buck: Please stop encouraging him.

Harvey: What's a word thats a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'? Buck: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated- Trip: Smad.

Harvey: Who thinks I can fit 15 marshmallows in my mouth? Buck: You’re a hazard to society Trip: And a coward. DO TWENTY.

Harvey: Dandelions symbolize everything I want to be in life Buck: Fluffy and dead with a gust of wind? Harvey: Unapologetic. Hard to kill. Feral, filled with sunlight, bright, beautiful in a way that the conventional and controlling hate but cannot ever fully destroy. Stubborn. Happy. Bastardous. Friends with bees. Highly disapproving of lawns. Full of wishes that will be carried far after I die. Trip: edible

Harvey: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Buck does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff? Trip: If Buck were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Buck jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff. Harvey: You jump off a cliff! Trip: Gladly. Provided Buck did first.

Harvey: I really like this whole ‘good guy, bad guy’ thing you guys have going on. Buck: It’s not an act, it’s just that I’m mean and Trip isn’t

Harvey: Please bring home PURIFIED water with NO minerals added for taste Buck: We got spring water Harvey: NO. Trip: with EXTRA minerals Buck: it's like licking a stalagmite Harvey: DON'T COME HOME. Trip: Mmmmm cave water

Harvey: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million diamonds? Buck: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big-ass house. Trip: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million. Buck: Good thinking.

Harvey, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him Buck: You did WHAT– Trip: William Snakepeare

Harvey: HELP! I TOLD TRIP I’D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN’T COOK! Buck, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

Harvey: Do you ever want to talk about your emotions, Buck? Buck: … No. Trip: I do! Harvey: I know, Trip. Trip: I’m sad! Harvey: I know, Trip.

#harvey badtimes #badtimeswithscar #clay speaks #btripleo100 #buckfan135 #long post #evil hermits #helscraft #hermitcraft

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