#mans literally said 'i might be dead but i can still hurt you'

[divine-donna]

your desire

got inspired, so here's something for steven grant. because i love awkward autistic oscar isaac.

pairing: steven grant x gender neutral! reader

for vibes: "venus" by bananarama

you were in london for a phd program. you wanted to pursue a doctorate in art history and work with repatriation. after all, every place deserved their stuff back.

especially from the british museum.

you lived in a simple flat across from the sweetest man you've ever met: steven grant.

now, aside from how tired he was and the sometimes weird things you'd wake up to coming from his apartment, he was a good neighbor.

at one point, he even helped you unlocked your door after you had left your keys in the apartment. you rushed to get out of the apartment as fast as possible and came back near 1am without your keys.

"i didn't even know i could do that." is what he said when he successfully gets your door open. you were sure he was joking. he was being genuine.

the dating scene in london wasn't...well, the state of dating was bad in general. especially considering that half of the world literally disappeared and then came back, including your own brother. your father died thinking he was dead permanently, leaving you with a soft spot and a desire to pursue a fulfilling relationship.

why wait if you might die tomorrow? there was always another world ending event around the corner.

perhaps developing a crush on your attractive neighbor was not the way to go.

none of the people you went out with had steven's smile. had his curls. had his smile. had his nose. had his little information dumps that you adored.

but from the interactions you guys had, it seemed the destiny might be platonic. which hurt your soft, romantic heart.

you were about to retire for the night since you had class the next day. that's when you heard mumbling outside your door. peeking through the peephole, you can see the man looked downtrodden. he was holding some flowers and a box of chocolates.

you opening the door surprises him. he nearly jumps out of his skin. "(y/n)!"

"hey." you lean against the doorway and cross your arms over your chest. you were wearing some comfortable lounging clothes: a tank top and some fuzzy pants with hello kitty designs. "everything okay?"

"huh? yeah. i mean..." he purses his lips and sighs. "got stood up on a date." again.

you understood all too well. you lost count of how many dates you went on and they just didn't show up. not even a text to tell you they weren't coming, or to ask for a rain check. wasting your time. and being general dicks.

the state of dating was not it.

"i'm sorry. i'm sure there was a reason." perhaps there was. perhaps there wasn't. there was no point in thinking about it.

"yeah. well, good night!" even when upset, there was still a pep in his voice.

watching him pull out his keys made you feel...sad. you didn't want him to spend time alone.

"how about you come in for a cup of tea? that way you don't have to eat the chocolates alone."

steven turns around. there's a sparkle in his eyes when he looks at you, making you melt.

"i'd like that. a lot."

you move aside to let him in and close the door behind you. he removes his shoes, setting them on the side and you take his jacket to hang it up.

steven sits at one of the seats at the kitchen island, watching you pull out your kettle and fill it with water, before placing it on a burner. you adjusted the flame to a medium.

"you want some cake? i have some left. it's lavender lemon." you ask, pulling out two mugs. you love the way his face perks up. one of them was a mug from the gift shop with an egyptology theme.

"i think i'll be fine. but it's kind of you to offer."

"okay. what about tea?"

"do you have chamomile? kind of...basic but..." he would like a sleep aid.

you don't say anything. you just smile at him and grab the box from your cabinet. you place a bag in each much, discarding the proper trash. "so...you wanna talk about it?"

steven spends the next few minutes talking about his feelings. it felt good for him to unload and vent just a little bit. he held no ill will towards his date. just some frustration about how his romantic life has hit a brick wall. something was always getting in the way of him pursuing a relationship. something was always happening. he was always screwing up. perhaps he was the problem.

in the middle, your kettle was screeching. so you turned off the burner and poured it into the mugs, letting the tea steep.

you can't help but relate. with all the people who stood you up, you wonder if you are the problem. were you that unlovable, that undatable, that people can't even tell you they weren't coming?

steven stops talking when he notices the way you're looking at him: with intensity. you look like you want to tell him something. "what is it?"

"what? you can keep going."

"you want to say something. your lip is twitching." he gestures. he takes a sip of his tea.

"well...i don't know if..."

"go on. you can say it."

you take a sip of tea before looking at him. "it's not your fault. none of it is."

steven's smile is sad. "you don't have to say that."

"i mean it. steven...i know it feels like it is. hell, i relate a lot. sometimes it feels like you're the problem because no one else wants you. but it's not your fault. i think you're...pretty cool. and amazing."

he blinks slowly, almost like a cat. he's busy just looking at you, admiring your features. your beauty. and your warmth. not many people would invite people over just to vent.

"it's all good to vent. but i also think it's important to...think of it as redirection. like my dating life sucks but my studies are going well. and i'm going to be published."

"r-really?" he watches you walk over to the record and set your mug down. you look through the vinyls and pick one.

"yeah. academically too. so i get academic validation. which isn't everything, but it's certainly nice." it was important to get your work out there. you turn the player on, place the disk, and then drop the needle.

your body movies instinctively. you recognize the synth beat, picking up your mug and moving your hips. "this was my dad's. he really like british 80s synthpop." you turn to steven and take a sip of your tea.

he was trying his best not to stare, not to watch the way your hips moved. it was mesmerizing. he wasn't one for dancing. he was not the best at following a rhythm.

you dance over to him and gently take his hand. "come on steven."

"i don't think so." he sees your pout. "okay, okay."

he gets off the stool and lets you guide him to the middle of the room.

your hips move. your body is unchoreographed. you weren't really a dancer. but you can't help yourself. you spins a few times, bathing in the casualty of it all. and unknowingly bathing in steven's love filled gaze.

you look deep into his eyes. his soft brown eyes. and your eyes glance down to look at his lips. his soft looking kissable lips.

could you be bold? could you make a move? was it appropriate to make a move? you take a sip of her tea and sets the mug down. "steven..." you bites her lip as the music keeps playing.

"y-yes (y/n)?" he could feel his cheeks warm up. especially as you step closer. your bodies are nearly touching.

you gently cup his face with one hand and pull him by his waist so his body is against yours. you could feel your own body against his. it was quite arousing.

you leans forward and kiss him softly, pulling away for a second only to kiss him again.

"i like you." you mutter against his lips.

steven doesn't know what to do. he's hesitant. because you want him. and maybe he wants you. but do you really want him? was it just the heat of the tea? or the music?

"you...you like...me?" surely there were better men. better people.

your eyes soften. "yes. i do. i like you. i like you a lot steven." the music appears to fade to a soft lull. your heart beats in your ears. perhaps you made a mistake.

"i know this is sudden. and maybe it's inappropriate considering that...you just got stood up and i invited you in my home and it seems weird and terrible honestly. and if you don't like me back that's fine. you can just tell me and i'll stop and you can go..." you begin rambling nervously. your mouth runs faster than you could comprehend.

he has to set his mug of tea down.

you stop talking when he presses a finger against your lips. he feels how soft they are. and is tempted to trace your lips with his finger. "don't...don't you dare stop."

your lips curled into a smile and he removes his finger to kiss you. his hands rest on your hips, trying to bring your bodies closer.

a small moan escapes you, feeling him grind up against you. his kisses are fervent, as if he's trying to taste you.

your back hits the edge of the tv stand, causing you to giggle. you let him kiss you, parting your lips so his tongue slides in. they dance for what feels like an eternity.

you manage to pull away and turn around so he's against the tv stand. then you tug him along, heading straight for your bedroom.

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #moon knight #steven grant #gender neutral reader #female reader #male reader #x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant x you #steven grant x y/n #steven grant x gender neutral reader #fluff #somewhat steamy #use your imagination

[habeascorpseus]

maybe it was a mistake subjecting jimmy to a year of flower husbands jokes, now hes weaponized the ability to say gay and tragic shit with surgical precision

#habeas speaks #double life smp spoilers #solidaritygaming #this is about his comment on tangos video btw #mans literally said 'i might be dead but i can still hurt you' #i kid. actually he said 'youll always be my soulmate，my rancher.'

[rottenaero]

Ao3

Part 1

Part 3

Part two to the roommates idea

Whenever the mall ‘burns down’, Eddie is just chilling at home; not doing anything special.

Actually, thats a complete lie. He hadn't seen Steve since he left for his shift the day before, and currently has his band+Wayne scattered in the living room as he paces.

“He may as well be dead, he always calls before staying the night somewhere, and he totally despises that place, so why would he stay after hours?” He comes to a halt infront of Jeff who looks considering. “What?!"

“Maybe, consider, he just forgot to call you." Eddie scoffed, “ ‘Maybe he just forgot’, except you don't know him, Jeff. Steve doesn't forget, tell ‘em Wayne."

Wayne nods from his spot on the lazyboy, “ ‘S true, he'd rather call at 2am than have us worrying.”

Gareth rolls his eyes, “Look Edmund, I get your worried about you boyfriend and all but why did we have to get dragged into this?" He complained, and Eddie began pacing again.

“ Not,my boyfriend, yet, and you’re getting-”

A ringing interrupts him.

The pacing stopped almost as soon as it began, and he darts to the phone. “ Y’hello, it's Eddie talking.” A sharp breath drew from the other end of the line.

“Hey Eds."

Eddie smiled, “Holy shit, Stevie. I thought you died. Wayne and the guys are literally gathered in the living room.” Upon hearing the name, Wayne visibly relaxed, going from hunched over to leaning backwards in seconds.

“Yeah I'm- Well shit not okay but I'm not dead.”In the background there was a noise, barely noticeable but-

“Wait, what? Are those sirens? Are you hurt? What the hell-” Wayne leaned forward again.

“I'm at the mall, there's been, uh, an accident? I don't- they took my keys, I need a ride back home.”

“Who took your keys? Steve you can't just be all ominous and-” The phone line shut off. "Fuck!”

Grant, who hasn't been helpful at all, stood up. "What did he do?”

Eddie groans, running a hand through his greasy hair, “Needs us to pick him up, might be hurt. He's such a- Wayne we're taking my van, you guys coming?”

Turns out the answer is yes.

-

They arrive at the mall five minutes later, mostly because Eddie was driving like a bat outta hell, to every emergency vehicle you can think of, plus thirty more, surrounding the place.

Eddie roles his window down when a cop signals him. “What are you doing over here?"

The metalhead bites his lip, what the hell, “Uh, I'm here to pick up Steve Harrington? He got involved in whatever's happening.”

The cops nods, "Alright, park your vehicle over there, and go get him.”

He does as he's told, a surprising feat showing just how scared he was, because Steve being hurt could mean so many things.

They get out the car, Wayne being the leading man, and head to where the commotion is.

The mall was totally destroyed, a couple kids he didn't know were sitting around, surrounded by their parents, there's a couple teens too, Nancy Wheeler, Johnny Byers, a girl in a sailor costume, and-

Eddie’s heart stopped and he fucking sped forward. “ Holy shit, what the fuck man." Steve looked like hell, understatement of the century but-

His face was bruised and bloody, his hands wrapped in casts, his hair was flat and gross and he was still in his damn sailor costume.

“Hey Munsons, Gareth, Jeff, Grant. It's the whole Scooby gang, or Smurfs, whoever you prefer.” Eddie grabbed his shoulders, and stared him dead in the eye. “ What. The. Fuck. Are you high too?!”

“Just what the hell did you get yourself into. " Wayne said more than asked, shaking his head.

Steve buzzed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed and he brought a hand to them and-

God they were split, and bleeding now. He looked back up at the long haired man infront of him, ignoring Wayne's question-not-question.

“Nah, just recovering from being drugged. Hey this is rivveting conversation and shit, but like, I wanna go home and sleep in your bed, man. Or the couch, or the floor.”

He let out a loud laugh, “Fuck I am not picky right now, I'll even take the back of the van.”

“Christ."

-

They don't talk about it, not after Hellfire goes home, not the next morning, not after Steve heals. They just don't, because the news told them all they need to know, that there was a fire. Eddie just assumed when they said he was drugged, that he meant medically.

(He didn't)

#stranger Things #steddie ficlet #steddie #ficlet #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #eddie munson x steve harrington #and they were roommates #oh my god they were roommates #crisisinverted17 #crisisinverted17's roommate au

[marvelwinchester67]

I’m gonna need 5-10 business days to recover from the Hazbin Hotel season 1 finale.

Hazbin Hotel episode 7 and 8 spoilers (because I’m going feral) and my thoughts/unhinged feelings about it because no one else can understand quite like tumblr can

Read at your own risk

What. The. Fuck. Guys.

WHAT DOES IT MEAN?!

IT WAS NIFFTY WHO KILLED ADAM?!

AND SIR PENTIOUS?! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! IM NOT OKAY BUT IM GLAD HE IS

Lucifer “now I’m gonna fuck you” Morningstar everyone (plz I love him so much)

So Carmilla knew who Vaggie really was and just, didn’t give a shit? Love her for that

I love Rosie. Her design, her personality, she’s amazing. She was so sweet to Charlie when she didn’t have to be and actually listened to her and encouraged her (points for the relationship advice)

So Alastor is on someone’s leash and he’s trying to wiggle his way out of it, the Vees are plotting (of course they are), and LUTE KNOWS LILITH?! THEY MADE SOME KIND OF DEAL?!

I’m so so curious about how Lute and Lilith know each other and why Lute would want her to deal with her daughter

But this implies that Adam had a previous deal with Lilith regarding something we don’t know yet, since Lute said she was in charge now that he was dead and that their deal pertained to her now

ALSO?! You’re telling me that’s what Adam looked like under his mask?! (I still loathe him but lowkey he was hot I’ll be honest right now)

Sir Pentious telling Cherri he loved her was so sweet

I soaked up every single scrap of Huskerdust I could within those last two episodes they own my soul and I’m so excited to see more of them in season 2

So it looks like Vox thinks Alastor is missing again which is why he’s plotting with the other Vees, but Alastor showed back up at the hotel during repairs so that might not last long

Alastor’s fight with Adam was so good holy shit omfg plz give me more of Alastor’s powers that shield was so cool and his verse in that final song gave me chills like, oh my god he was so mad and I’m here for it

And Lucifer showing up and telling Charlie she changed his heart and mind about the sinners? He is so precious plz protect this duck loving man at all costs

Charlie and Vaggie’s More Than Anything Reprise? Please I am sobbing they love each other so much it hurts

To top it all off- Alastor having beef with literally everyone will never not be funny. Fucking Susan? Are you kidding me. I was laughing so hard. Rosie seems like she deals with Susan a lot and Alastor calling her an Ornery Bitch was so fucking funny for no reason.

Everyone has beef with Susan now.

There is so much I have to say about this show and I could literally talk about it for years but for now I will be repeatedly listening to the soundtrack and impatiently waiting for season 2 because I no longer have the will to live after I sobbed on my bedroom floor over this show. VIVIENNE I AM IN YOUR WALLS-

#Hazbin Hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #Hazbin hotel spoilers #vivziepop #angel dust hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin hotel lute #hazbin hotel adam #sir pentious #Cherri bomb #Cherri and sir pentious #husk x angel dust #charlie x vaggie #charlie morningstar

[onlyhaos]

thinking abt being cheols passenger princess rn :p controlling the music and just being cute 😌

I’ve been learning and learning, so sorry that I was literally dead. (due to so much learning I literally have a writing block) this is literally so cute 🥹 let‘s get to it !!

— ౨ৎ

bf!Cheol who picks you up from work every day. Even if he has work again after, he‘ll always try to come and pick you up. Dropping you off at home, kissing you, and then leaving for work again.

“Hey baby” Seungcheol waved, so you’d see him, standing at the car in that classy outfit that you always loved. “Hey, love” You smiled, feeling your man’s lips press onto your forehead, the second you get close to him, as a greeting. Getting in, you’re ready to tell your lover all about your work day, waiting for him to also talk about his, which sadly wasn’t over yet. So when you feel yourself getting fully caught up in the wholesome conversation, you were already in your driveway. Seeing you sulk, Seungcheol began talking with his signature pout. “Baby don’t look at me like that, y’know I have to leave for work again, but I'll be back soon. And I'll also come with a small surprise.” He kissed you, stroking your cheek, which made you smile at him brightly. “Okaaay, I love you, come back home safe later” You smiled, watching your lover getting into the car again. “I love you, too, baby. And will do” Cheol said, waving you goodbye as he drove off again. And in the evening, when your handsome man rings at the doorbell, you're so happy to finally see him. But the first thing you see isn't him, it's the pretty bouquet of flowers that stand in front of his pretty face. It's the kind of bouquet you talked about to Seungcheol. With a sweet smile and a small kiss, you tell your lover to come inside, praising him for being so attentive.

— ౨ৎ

bf!Cheol who always has comfy socks or/and shoes in the backseat. So when you come out of the building, fully exhausted and feet hurting from your heels, he‘s quick to hand you everything you need for even just a bit of comfort.

Sighing loudly, you finally rested in the pre-heated seat of your boyfriend’s car. A whine escaping you, as you, softly, 'complained' “My feet hurt soooo bad” , only waiting for Cheol to get your comfortable sneakers out the backseat. “Are your feet cold too?” Seungcheol asked, looking at you as he bent back to grab the shoes. Seeing you nodding with a humming, quietly, he made sure to also grab your fluffy socks. Handing them to you, he paid attention to you putting on your socks. “Need help, dear?” Your lover asked as he still held your shoes, patiently waiting for you to finish putting on your socks. “Mhm, I don't think I'll be able to get my shoe on, it’s too tight in the passenger seat, and I can barely put on my socks already.” You said, laughing. But before your laugh stopped, Cheol already lifted your legs gently over the console and put on your shoes for you.

— ౨ৎ

bf!Cheol who always lets you control the music. Handing you his phone so you don‘t have to fish yours out and opening the shared playlist that you both always listen to. Every and anywhere.

''You know, when I was at work today, listening to our playlist and this 'songs you might like' thingy, I found a new song. It's really pretty!'' You spoke, happily. Making the man next to you smile. ''Oh, really?'' He said with a small chuckle. ''Do you want to listen to it?'' Cheol asked, ready to get his phone out already. So before you could answer, your boyfriend already handed you his phone. With a quick look at his camera, the phone immediately unlocked. Because, who would've thought, your face was also registered as his face ID. Opening the music app, you searched for the new song you heard today, and began playing it. Listening to it, Seungcheol began speaking, ''It's a really pretty song, my baby, but you do know that you can just connect the phone to the car, then you can enjoy it a bit louder, hm?'' He said, gently as he smiled.

— ౨ৎ

bf!Cheol who always asks you if you want to go and eat out or if you just want some quick takeaway, in case you’re too exhausted to cook for yourself and him.

''Any ideas on what we could make for dinner today?'' Seungcheol asked as you both were driving home from your exhausting work day. ''Not yet, but I'm also not feeling like cooking today, and I don't want you to cook alone.'' You said, feeling a bit guilty for showing your exhaustive self in front of your also hardworking boyfriend. ''That's totally fine, baby. But if we won't cook today, any ideas on where we could eat out? It's friday, we could go out and have a nice dinner together. We deserve it.'' He chuckled, as his hand found it's way to your thigh. ''I saw a new restaurant that I wanted to try with you, they have a nice wine and also very tasty beer. Would you like to go and check it out today, or will it be our standard restaurant?'' You spoke, your hand sneaking up to rest on his. ''Sure, why don't we try something new today. We can go home first, make the reservation, freshen up a bit and then have a nice dinner together.'' He spoke, happily. Not being able to say no to such a nice plan, you agree to it, already feeling excited. As if it was the first time that you and Seungcheol went out for a date.

#seungcheol x reader #choi seungcheol #seungcheol scenarios #seungcheol fanfic #fluff #seventeen #seventeen fluff #scoups #seungcheol fluff #seventeen seungcheol #cheol #svt

[whrsmym1nd]

a dead man

pairing: mcu!peter parker x stark!f!reader

warnings: smut (mdni), peter loving readers tits, making out, fingering, handjob, unprotected piv, praise

peter and you were sneaking into your father's -tony starks- lab just because he told you not to.

"come on, let's go back...it's a bad idea."

peter said, sounding stressed.

"pete, you always back out at literally everything. like what's the worst that could possibly happen" you said as you both stepped into the lab.

when you were both inside the doors you came in closed, the other exits following.

you looked at your friend which was looking scared as ever.

"i may have forgotten about the security thing... we're gonna be trapped in here for a while, pete."

"how long of a while..?"

"like, um, till dad wakes up and unlocks the doors."

he just stared at you. he looked a bit mad but there was nothing he could do so he just sat onto the floor and petted the floor asking for you to sit with him.

you softly sat next to him and put your head on his shoulder.

"im sorry, peter."

"no, it's ok. don't worry."

"since we're gonna be stuck here for a few hours we might as well get comfy cause this is gonna be a long long night." you said as you reached back and undid your bra and took it off.

"what are you doing?!" peter whisper yelled.

"we're gonna be here for hours, pete! and this bra fucking hurts."

you threw the bra on the floor then laid down and placed your head on peter's thigh and closed your eyes, trying to relax a bit.

his cheeks started to redden and his pants tightened when he saw your nipples showing through your white tank top.

you felt his thigh flex under your head and opened your eyes to see peter staring at your tits with wide eyes and a red face.

"what? you've never seen boobs or something" you joked but peter turned his head away avoiding eye contact like he was embarrassed.

"i mean, i- no. not in real life..." he let out with a huff.

you didn't know what to say. it's was ok that he never did anything intimate with someone because you haven't too but you expected him to see boobs.

"well... wanna see mine?" you asked after a long and weird silence.

"wha- really?"

"mhm... i mean if you want to it's not a big deal."

he opened his mouth to answer but then just nodded. his face was redder than ever and he looked like he was holding his breath.

you sat up and got infront of peter. your body was close to his and you could feel heat radiating from him.

you grabbed the hem of your shirt and lifted it up. his mouth fell open and his eyes got wide. he looked like at your tits like they were the 8th miracle of the world.

he slightly raised his hand and asked

"c-can i?"

you just nodded to confirm his want.

both of his hands pressed against you. his cold hands against your warm body made you shiver and your nipples harden a bit more. he lightly squeezed the flesh of meat in his hands making you quietly moan. his touch got more intense and he toyed with both of your nipples between his index and thumb, which increased the volume of your moans.

"pete- fuck!"

"can i kiss you?" he asked, still looking hypnotized.

you answered by just smashing your lips against his.

it was unsteady and messy. your tongues danced together and your teeth clashed. you guys kissed like it was long awaited, like you were both waiting for this moment your whole life. your legs straddled his torso as you sat on his lap.

"i've waited so long for this." he confessed.

"there is nothing to stop you ,us, now."

he connected both of your lips again as he toyed with your shorts. he quietly asked for you to get rid of them which you gladly complied. you were left in just a pair of little panties and when he was fully dressed.

"it's not fair you take of your clothes too."

"oh! right, right, yeah."

he took of his shirt and the view infront of your eyes didn't disappoint. he was surprisingly toned and muscular. you ran your fingers over his abs and happy trial.

his pants followed. you could see his hard on pressed against his boxers which made your mouth water.

"you're just...wow, pete."

he chuckled and thanked you.

his hand found its place on your back and laid you onto the floor. he dipped his head down and wrapped his lips around your nipples and sucked and licked on them making you a whimpering mess. he pulled your panties to the side in the mean time and slipped one finger into your warmth. returning the favor, you caressed him through his boxers.

you both got impatient due to the teasing and got bolder. he was pumping two of his fingers into you and playing with your clit at the same time. and you were stroking his length, boxers long gone, sitting on top of the pile of clothes.

"pete...i need you."

he held you by your waist and pressed his chest against yours. his hand held the base of his thick cock and guided the tip against your opening. you lowered your body down, letting him fill you up inch by inch. when you finally fully sat down on his cock you were both panting.

you held onto his shoulders to support yourself as you started moving up and down. his hands were gripping your waist and helping you move.

he nipped and licked at your breasts at the same time making your knees buckle.

"you're doing so, fucking, good, baby. you feel like heaven...fuuuuck." he let out between moans.

"peter, i can't, i- it's too much!" you cried out.

his hand steadied you, making you stop moving.

"hold onto me, love." he simply said.

he started to move his hips up and down as soon as you wrap your arms around his neck. his pace was brutal and needy. he was gasping at the feeling of your wet pussy. one of his fingers came down on your clit and played with the little bud. your needy, throbbing clit finally getting attention made you scream loudly.

“you look so pretty on my dick, baby.”

he praised.

too lost in the moment you guys didn’t hear the footsteps coming closer. even peter, who has super sense, didn’t hear anything due to the pleasure he was receiving.

the door of the lab made a loud sound, making both of your heads turn to look at the door. when peter saw your dad and a few other teammates standing there with wide eyes. he quickly covered up your body with his.

your dad took a deep breath and said

“peter…you’re a dead man.”

#peter parker #spiderman #mcu imagine #mcu peter parker #peter parker smut #spiderman smut

[girls4liyah]

welcome to my world ︴ning yi zhuo

ning yi zhuo x female reader ⬳ pair.

ningning gets dared to visit a cemetery, but she doesn’t expect to find a scary, horny demon with a penchant for getting into trouble there. she doesn’t expect to fuck you, either. ⬳ sum.

noncon to dubcon, demon!reader, dom!reader, human!ningning, mentions of murder, intoxicated ningning (this is mentioned once and never brought up again), cheating, anal sex, tentacle sex, none of this is ethical behavior ⬳ content.

3k ⬳ wc.

“And one more thing,” Yeji starts, throwing you a strict look. 

You groan, throwing your hands up in irritation, “I know, I know. Don’t get into trouble. You do not have to give the monologue again.”

“Do you know? Maybe I should give it again, y’know, for safe measure,” Yeji huffs, arms folded. Her yellow eyes are glowing in exasperation as the memory of the last time you went off-script unfolds behind them. “The last time we let you meander outside the underworld, you killed a human.”

“So? People die all the time.”

“You bit her. With your teeth. Injected venom into her bloodstream.”

“I’m still not seeing the issue.”

“We have unique teeth and venom from, say, earthly beings,” Yeji snaps, “People will get suspicious. You’re lucky we have connections or your ass would be hot. Literally.”

You throw her a wry smile. So maybe you got a little carried once or twice. Possibly five times. No big deal. At worst, all those humans would just start to believe in vampires. It’s not like they could prove random pretty girls were being targeted by horny demons. 

Humans don’t know anything about demons at all. There’s so much more to you than evil red horns and sinister faces. You live in a society with other demons and you’re much more familiar to humans than they believe.

“Relax,” you chirp in a way that has Yeji running her hands through her hair, frustrated. When you say it like that, she can’t help but not relax. “I’ll be an angel.”

Yeji visibly recoils at that word. Not the word itself, maybe, just the fact that it leaves your mouth of all people. “Just get out of my sight. I can’t save you if Hyungwon finds out you killed another girl.”

You scoff, “What’s he gonna do? Kill me? I’m already dead, babe.”

“Don’t press your luck,” a masculine voice says in a clipped tone from behind you.

You turn, spotting Hyungwon, grim as always. You’d say it would kill this guy to smile, but he, too, is already very dead. “Hyungwon!” you sing, “The man of the hour and just the guy I wanted to see—”

“Save it,” Hyungwon spits, having none of your acts, “You have twenty-four hours. If you’re not back by then, I revoke your privileges for a year. If you kill another human, I revoke your privileges for a year. Am I clear?”

You bite your lip to fight an irritated scowl, not one to be bossed around, but you suck it up. “Crystal, sir.”

Ningning waves the flashlight around loosely. It’s pretty thick; heavy, makes her wrist hurt. But it was big and she was surrounded by nothing but pitch black darkness and dead people who were probably a mere heap of bones by now. 

She hates her friends. All of them. She hates Karina for suggesting they play truth or dare. She hates Giselle for daring her to go to a creepy, dark cemetery after the sun has already set and she can’t even see the clouds. She hates Winter for not agreeing to come with her, letting her wander all alone.  

You won’t be alone, she said. You’ll have a handy-dandy flashlight, she said. 

On the bright side, despite the fact that Ningning can hardly see anything at all, the cemetery doesn’t look like something completely out of a horror movie. It’s not foggy out and the moon isn’t full. It’s not cold and the trees are thick with leaves that she’s sure are green. Instead, there are no stars and the moon is concealed by dark shrouds of mass. 

Which might be a little worse. 

Just an hour. She only has to withstand this torment for an hour and she can go back to Winter’s apartment—maybe without any severe trauma, she hopes. Checking her watch, the one her boyfriend got her last year for her birthday, she notes that she’s been here a grand total of five fucking minutes. 

I’m not gonna make it, Ningning tells herself, losing all hope within the first few minutes. I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it, I’m not gonna make it—

She hears a rustle, immediately turning on the balls of her feet, and lets out a tiny, shocked squeak. She waves the flashlight around but sees nothing. Because why the fuck would anyone be in a cemetery at three in the fucking morning? Hell, she shouldn’t even be here her damn self. 

It’s probably just some random critter, like a squirrel or whatever the hell else roams around at night. Maybe it’s a bird. Are they nocturnal? Ningning doesn’t really know. Bless her heart. 

She doesn’t even know why she agreed to this. She could have easily said no, though of course they would have made her down an entire bottle of disgusting beer and she’s already had three—so it’s even worse that she’s intoxicated in the middle of nowhere by herself, but it’s not like anyone in their right mind would be here. 

There’s another sound. Ningning turns again, shrilly shrieking out in terror, but when she tries to use the stupid flashlight it only flickers before rendering itself entirely useless. “Fuck,” she groans, throwing the flashlight. 

“Ow, shit!”

Ningning startles when she hears a string of profanities, because she’s not the one to say them. She can’t see at all now, but just the knowledge of someone being there alone has her shuddering. 

“Who’s there?” she asks, glancing around, trying to find the source of the noise, but she doesn’t really know where she is.

Suddenly, the flashlight flickers back on, but she’s not the one holding it. The light is shining at her. “You forgot to turn it on, dear. See, like this,” you demonstrate, “On, off. On, off. On—”

“I’m not stupid,” Ningning hisses, crossing her arms. 

You snicker, coming into view, “Could’ve fooled me.”

Ningning stills when she sees you, actually sees you. She sees your completely black eyes, lacking any color at all. She sees your long braids. She sees your horns protruding out of your head. She sees the lines on your skin that look like vines almost, and it chills her to the bare bone. 

She steps back, eyes widening, “What are you?”

“Nothing important,” you mumble, focusing on your prize. She’s got to be the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen — human or not. She has the prettiest round eyes, the sweetest quivering lips. You’ve been observing her in half amusement, half curiosity for the past ten minutes, and you have no clue why this random human girl is wandering around a cemetery in short, tight pajamas, but you won’t get caught complaining. 

Your tongue passes your teeth, and Ningning sees your eyes shoot pink with hunger. It frightens her. 

Ningning tries to run, but one of your braids fly out to grab her, pulling her back to you. She glances at you, cheeks wet with fresh tears and she frantically begs, “No, no, no. Please let me go.”

Had Hyungwon and Yeji not gotten on your last nerve earlier, you might’ve showed her some mercy — no you wouldn’t have, but having them to blame your urges on makes you feel better — but you’re just so angry, and she looks like the perfect way to blow off some steam. 

Swiping a tear out of her eye with your thumb, scalding hot skin and sharp talons gently brushing against her cheek in a way that makes her tense, you coo adoringly, “What’s your name, pretty?”

“Ningning,” she sniffles softly. 

Even her name is cute. You’re going to have a fun time with this one. 

Setting her on the dirt, watching her trying to get away again, you chuckle at her naivety and restrain her with the rest of your brains without moving a finger. You lower yourself to her body, ignoring how she squirms and pleas for help. Your attention is drawn to how the tight tee hugs her breast and you poke a hole into the shirt with your claws, stretching it until her tits pop out. 

“Stop!” Ningning cries. “I have a boyfriend!” 

“That’s cute. Don’t worry, I’ll send you back to him in good shape,” you whisper carelessly. Then your head tilts in thought, wondering if you can keep that promise. “Probably.”

Your uncertainty doesn’t console Ningning in the slightest, but she has to admit, it’s a little hot that you’re a… whatever you are. She’s never seen anything like you. She’s scared to death, but also a little turned on. 

Her tits are so soft, you realize while fondling them. When your fingers pinch her nipples, she accidentally moans, and she would cover her mouth if she wasn’t fully restrained by your braids. If she wasn’t powerless. 

She wonders why your hands are so warm, it feels like you’re burning her skin whenever you touch her. You wonder why you didn’t spot a find like her on your past visits to earth, but it’s probably a good thing. You, though not on purpose, would have killed her. She’s too perfect to die. 

Thinking about the girls you happened to have killed makes you remember why you’re so angry in the first place and you start to get irritated. It’s not your fault if you lose control sometimes when you’re fucking these girls. Fuck, not when they look so pretty, with their scared eyes and cute faces. Not when they taste so good and they’re so tight—now you can’t help but think of how Ningning tastes and how small her pussy must be. 

Ningning moves to her hands and knees but not on her own accord, but because your braids move her. “What are you doing?” She asks innocently.

“Don’t worry, Ningning,” you say, grinning cheekily. “It’ll feel so good.”

Ningning gasps when you rip her tiny shorts off, then her panties, and you find it so cute that they’re so wet, sticking to her cunt. Before you ripped them to shreds, at least. Ningning, against her better judgment, gets excited at the thought of you fucking her, wiggling her ass a little.

You growl, a sound that makes Ningning giggle, although a little terrifying. She’s oblivious, though, when you grope her cunt and damp your palm with her wetness, just moaning at the feeling of being toyed with. She’s oblivious when you spread her juices all over her ass. She’s oblivious when you slide down your pants, freeing a tentacle from your underwear. 

“I’m gonna fuck you now,” you warn while sinking to your knees, which is nice enough, although you’re feeling anything but. 

Ningning’s visibly anticipating it, her pussy still leaking with all her wet fluids. So much for her having a boyfriend. To be fair, though, the poor guy wouldn’t believe you if you told him that his sweet girlfriend was slutting herself out to a demon — in a cemetery, no less. So, really, there’s no point in confessing to the act. 

She’s disturbed when she feels it, the slick rod slithering around her rim, confused as it dips inside her ass and not her pussy. She gasps, but you don’t have the patience to stop, impaling her on your long tentacle, fitting as much as you can in one swift go. It’s too long for her pussy, especially as tiny and frankly tight as it is. 

Conflicted, Ningning stills in shock. She doesn’t know whether or not she should ask you what the hell that is inside her, or tell you that you’re in the wrong hole. She writhes, seeming to forget that there’s nowhere to go, trapped by every inch of you as you force her into a cage of yourself. 

“Where you going, pretty?” You ask, laughing at her desperation. You like that nickname on her. It’s fitting. 

“Wrong hole,” she exhales with half a breath, like you knocked the wind out of her. “No, pull out! Wrong—”

“Right,” you hiss, already drawing yourself in and out of her, face twisting. “It’s the right hole, baby.”

Tears prick Ningning’s eyes as you fuck her unprepared ass, her hand slipping out of the dirt as she reaches behind herself to make you quit it, but her arm is grabbed again by one of your braids that obey your every command like little serving serpents. 

“B-but,” she stammers, evidently worried. “I’ve never… I’ve never been fucked there before.”

Something about that just lights up the biggest spark in you. “Never?”

Ningning shakes her head, and you wish you could see her eyes, knowing that they’re so round with innocent twinkles. 

“Fuck,” you hiss loudly, but it’s not really an issue. What, are you gonna wake up the dead? “Guess I’ll have to break you in, huh? Send you back home with a couple of pointers for your boyfriend.”

Ningning only blinks at the mention of her boyfriend that she’d seemingly been so loyal to only moments ago, and she seems to remember for the first time in a minute that she’s vowed to a commitment, but it’s forgotten in the same instant as she feels you press inside her fleshy ass and her head tips back, a sweet-sounding, light noise filling your ears. 

Her ass is so pretty and tight, and it’s all that you can think about. It’s such a shame that her boyfriend’s never fucked her there, but not for you. Matter of fact, you love that you’re her first. You love that no one’s ever felt what you’re feeling right now, like it’s something especially reserved for you. 

You don’t want to send her back to her boyfriend, really. You want to keep her with you like a pet, take her to the underworld and fuck her holes whenever you please. Yeji and Hyungwon would never approve, though — guardians of the underworld and all — and somehow that only upsets you even more, fucking her sloppy holes rougher. 

She arches her back, and it’s the prettiest arch, too. The prettiest arch you’ve ever seen. You hiss, slapping your palm against her ass. Ningning cries out, and you’ve heard that blend of pleasure and pain before, recognize it as something all too familiar. It comes with the territory. 

You ease up, letting your braids slacken, knowing she won’t try to get away from you anymore. Not with the sinful sounds that sound like music to your ears and how she lets you use her ass, lets you have your way with her entirely, like every rational thought has been fucked out of her fuzzy brain and the idea of preserving herself for survival doesn’t even occur to her anymore. 

Instead she’s more focused on being such a slut, reaching behind herself again, not to stop you, but to spread her ass for you. The sight is something out of your dreams, you’ve never been more thankful for your excellent vision. That’s when you know she has you, and from her giggles, she knows it too. 

“You’re such a nasty little thing,” you chide, smacking her ass again. She whimpers, her soaked pussy tightening around nothing. “Spreading yourself for a demon?”

Finally able to put a name to the monster she’s exposed to, corrupting her. You’re so deep inside her, as deep as you can go, because if you could go any deeper without hurting her too much, you would. She knows that you have more to offer — she accidentally felt your slippery, slick tentacle when she reached behind her back. It’s raw and slimy, gushing inside her ass. She loves it so much now, babbling about how full she feels.

“Yeji and Hyungwon don’t know what they’re talking about,” you rant mindlessly, not caring that you’re exposing your world. Ningning can tell that you’re upset from the tone you ramble in, she could tell from the pace you fuck her with. “I can protect you. Other demons would only destroy your precious soul in minutes, I would take care of you. I’d never let anything take you.”

Ningning’s not sure what you’re going on about, but she’s gone too dumb to care, just agreeing, “Uh huh, y-yeah. Please.”

“Shit,” you curse, because she’s so much, but not enough. You extend another four tentacles that Ningning didn’t even know you had, stuffing two up her soaked pussy and forcing one inside her mouth. The other one joins the one in her ass, because they’re not too thick for her to take, too thin.

Ningning’s noises are muffled against your tentacle, but if she could, she would go on and on about how full she is. She thought she was full before, but that was nothing compared to now, how over occupied she is. You’ve filled all her holes and she feels like she’s floating. It hurts, but it doesn’t. There’s something so mysterious about it. Something so enigmatic that she’ll never understand. 

You desperately want to bite her, but for once in your life, you try to have some control. She can’t die. Not after you just went on your whole spill about how you would protect her, and you weren’t just saying words, you really, really do want to keep her safe. Even if it means from yourself. Yeji would be proud — if you left out all the other details of this tryst. 

In fact, there’s only one real reason why she’s less strict than Hyungwon.

Ningning gets the most surreal feeling and it’s not just the knot in her gut, growing with every thrust. She’s getting off to being fucked not just by some stranger, but by something she thought she’d only see in her dreams. A demon with horns and slimy tentacles that stroke her in all of the right places. Her pussy is gushing around you, her tongue is warm and flat, and her ass is so tight and small.

No human has ever gotten her this aroused. She’s dripping onto you and it’s borderline embarrassing, because all she can think about is the fact that you’re a demon using her holes. Fuck, she doesn’t know why, but that thought alone is making quick work of her. 

She shoves gently at the tentacle occupying her mouth, because she doesn’t want to hurt you, and asks sweetly with a hoarse throat, “W-what’s your name?”

“Y/N,” you whisper. 

And she almost screams it. The last push hits, the waves come in, and everything breaks loose, and she cries your name in between a string of expletives as her pussy spasms around your tentacles in orgasm. It’s the most intense one she’s ever had, making her whole body quiver and the world around her reel as she starts to feel lightheaded. 

You’re not finished, though. She notices that immediately. It drives her mad, the overstimulation. She’s so sensitive that she thinks she can’t handle it, whining, “Too much—”

“Take it,” you order sharply. 

“I can’t.”

The tentacle is back in her mouth in a matter of seconds to shut her up, your braids back to restraining her as she attempts to sneak away, but you won’t let her go. Not before you’re finished with her, done using her. Ningning’s not used to this. Not used to the stretch, not used to pleasure to this extent, not used to the overstimulation. She just feels like a set of holes for you to fuck. 

“You don’t know what you’re talking about, pretty,” you convince her. “You can take it for me. It’s what you were meant to do.”

Ningning hums, bobbing her head around you as she sucks you off greedily. Gobbling is a better word. It keeps her attention while your thumb massages her ass, and she grinds her ass back against you, too. The most inconsistent girl in the world. 

She’s like a rot, corrupting you from head to toe. It makes you burn, makes you wish you could fuck her forever, because you would. She’s perfect, and you don’t throw that word around loosely. She’s making you lose your grip in a different way than any other mortal has, in a way that’s probably dangerous, too, but you can’t be bothered to care. 

Thoughts of keeping her consume you alive. That’s all it really takes for you to blow your load, a couple more slams before you halt entirely, moaning her name too loudly. “Shit, Ningning—”

She moans, too, you feel it around one of your tentacles. It fills her everywhere — sticky, gooey cum, seeping into her ass and her pussy and her mouth. Ningning tries to swallow all of your cum, but it’s too much, dripping down her chin messily. It’s why she doesn’t feel empty when you at last pull out of her holes, because this icky substance is keeping her nice and full. 

“Oh my god,” Ningning whispers. She’s ironically never felt more alive. “That was so…” Perfect. 

Her chest heaves, her entire body drenched in sweat and slime and goo. It’s nasty, she feels nasty, but she likes it, too. She doesn’t think of how she’ll get back to Winter’s apartment when she looks the way she looks and her clothes are nonexistent. Thanks to you. 

Then it hits you, after climaxing. It wouldn’t matter, really, if Hyungwon banned you from visiting earth, if you snuck Ningning to the underworld. 

Your world. 

“C’mon, pretty,” you say with a coquettish grin, helping her stand. “I just had a bad idea.”

#ningning smut #ning yizhuo smut #aespa smut #aespa imagines

[alpaca-clouds]

Why all most vampires are depressed

A few days ago, there was a bit of a discussion on one of the Castlevania discord servers, because I said that Dracula was suicidal before Lisa came to the castle in the first place. The first reaction was: "Oh, with you all vampires are suicidal!" To which I could not help but reply: "Well, yeah. Kinda. At least very depressed."

Let me explain: Vampires still have a brain and a nervous system. As such it stands to reason that they can be traumatized. (As our beloved vampire spawn above so readily demonstrates in BG3.)

Now, most vampires are not Astarion, who gets turned and then literally tortured for 200 years. But in most worlds we see that have vampire characters (compared to vampires as mindless monsters) we still have at least some sort of conflicts happening between vampires and their sires. We also have a lot of conflicts happening between vampires and vampires and humans. Not to mention, that most vampires will have to kill at some point or another.

And here is the thing: Our nervous system tends to collect trauma. Even the small traumas. It is how you get CPTSD instead of just normal ass PTSD. And if you live hundreds of years, well, you get a lot more chances to experience small and medium traumas. It does not have to be this one big trauma (though the chances are obviously also bigger for that), it can just be a lot of small stuff collecting over time.

Almost all worlds we see with vampires, the vampire culture tends to be one that values strength shown through violence. We also see vampire culture being one of politics, where if not literal backstabbing, there is at least social backstabbing going on. Which both are things that would easily lead to trauma. And then there is just the fact that vampires drink from humans, and might kill some of them. And, well... Killing people usually also traumatizes the killer.

You get where I am going I hope.

And additionally to that there is the other part of being immortal: You gonna see most people you ever cared about die. Scratch that: You are gonna see your CULTURE DIE. The world is constantly changing. Cultures change. Some cultures die out. You are still around, but the world around you is no longer the world you grew up in. That, too, is traumatizing.

This is also something I think will still be addressed in Olrox in future seasons of Castlevania: Nocturne. Because he saw his culture being killed. Yeah, the man is traumatized, what do you think?

So, yeah. When I write vampires, they usually are traumatized, depressed, and not rarely have some suicidal ideations. Because I feel it is only realistic. You just cannot live that long and not be traumatized af.

And, yeah. Just look at Dracula in Castlevania. Do you think a person, who started out in a mentally good place, goes from "my wife is dead" to "yeah, kill all humans, before all the vampires (including myself) will starve to death"?

But also... It makes for interesting stories. Because there is just a powerful statement behind a character going from "I am sad, the world is hurting me" to "I want to live".

Which is why I just love Astarion's story so much. That boy deserves to have a nice life now. To heal. And find stuff he likes doing.

It is also why I love writing my version of Striga the way I do. Because she is traumatized as fuck, but she also decided that if she gives into it, the people who have hurt her, would have won. So, instead she lives and finds the good things in her life, and she helps others.

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[ixiot-ghostrebel]

Ok, I've had this idea in my head for WEEKS

(Sagau) what if creator just nonchalantly told the characters (archons (including nahida(platonic ofc)))

that they were pushed in a campfire as a kid? (God this is so random please save me)

^ mmm Pyro brain go burrr

#nothoughtsheadempty

READER WAS WHAT?!

OHOHOHOHO, @royalrose2011, THINGS ARE ABOUT TO GO DOWN. THEIR ACOLYTE CAREERS SHALL BE TURNED UPSIDE DOWN >:)

(Disclaimers: Might be OOC!)

Venti

Man would be concerned as frick. How—no, why would someone push you into a campfire of all things?! Were they not concerned for all the hazards it could've brought?

"Your Grace, you were pushed into A WHAT?!" Man will be praying to the Almighty Creator (aka you) that what you just said was just a prank—or maybe he heard it wrong.

But once you confirm it, this man is throwing all dignity into the wind (get it?) and about to hunt down these dudes who decide to throw you into a fire.

It takes all of your will to stop him from committing arson in your world, knowing you have no control over the government :')

Zhongli

He's more worried if you were hurt from the incident than worrying about morons who don't know what's dangerous or not.

"Your Grace, are you unharmed from such an incident?" Constantly checking over you to make sure you're unharmed whenever he gets the chance. He might not be exactly free all the time, but he can certainly make sure you are protected.

Guy will use every excuse in the book to make sure you are shielded. Whether literally or metaphorically, that depends on the situation.

Once this guy sees your hurt, expect to be walking behind you like some sort of bodyguard for a good few months.

Raiden Ei

Both worried and enraged. Who dares to hurt the Almighty Creator, going so far to have the audacity to push them into a campfire?!

"You need not worry, Your Grace—I will ensure you that these traitors deem no threat to you any longer." Even though it's probably been years since this incident, here's the archons, taking it seriously. Ei is not an exception—she will literally hunt the people who pushed you into that campfire.

Would see no end until she's killed the traitors, even though you're basically trying to convince her otherwise. It was years ago—you've gotten over it! Besides, you weren't dead!

She is not taking any of your excuses, so be prepared to pin her down when she does realize and see those traitors. No one shall stop her pursue of vengeance for the Almighty Creator!

Nahida

Very very worried and is practically hoping you weren't hurt.

"Your Grace, why would they push you into the campfire? Don't they know how dangerous it is?" Doesn't really like the fact that mortals do this to one another, let alone the Almighty Creator.

Poor bean is very worried about you so now you must reassure her that you are fine whenever you go off on long trips, travels, etc.

And that's about it! Sorry if it isn't to your liking, but that's all I got lol :')

See you all around!

Ghost Rebel Side Notes: I AM SO SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO MAKE THIS! MY MOTIVATION DIED ON ME SOBBING. I HOPE YOU GUYS STILL ENJOYED IT THO!

AND HOLY COW, TYSM FOR 200+ FOLLOWERS 😭 YALL ARE AMAZING!

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[anyasathenaeum]

*KICKS DOWN DOOR* YOU ASK FOR ERIKS AND I SHALL INDULGE ok so what im gonna need is some where the reader thinks Vash (they were dating before everything went to shit) is dead until they blow into town with Woofboy and they do the whole Recognition thing yknow. Ok and so after all the Bad Shit gets dealt with and they have a moment alone to talk, he thinks that they're not gonna be in love with him anymore after all this time and might even be pissed at him for sort of "abandoning" them but they just express nothing but joy at having him back in their arms again and how they're soulmates and sappy stuff like that and its very sweet and emotional and raw because they missed each other so so much. And if you sprinkled just a little spice at the end I wouldn't mind cuz the long hair and stubble is so sexy on that man. Maybe it would be great part 2 bait idk I don't wanna put too much on you. Might be best to play that by ear.

Sorry this is so long I got excited when I saw ur post ily bye.

Across Time and Space (Part 1)

A/N: HECK YEAH ANON I AM SO HERE FOR THIS. ERIKS!VASH HURT COMFORT LET'S GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! I'm mostly going off of 98!Eriks with some Stampede!Eriks mixed in hehe and this is gonna have to be split into 2 parts because I'm INSPIRED. This part is mostly set up and some hurt in the hurt/comfort part of things. :P Read the continuation in part 2 here!

Pairing: Eriks!Vash x reader

Warnings: Some slight violence, mention of nudity, literally just going off episode 18 of Trigun so potential spoilers, potential spoilers for episode 12 of Trigun Stampede, the "hurt" part of "hurt/comfort"

You brought your hand up to shield your eyes from the glaring sunlight as the tiny town came into view, the bus you were on finally arriving after what felt like an eternity and a half.

"Remind me again why we chose to come to this tiny town, Wolfwood," You grumbled under your breath, grabbing your backpack and strapping it to your back as you started to get ready to disembark from the bus.

"Cause we gotta see if we can find the Humanoid Typhoon here," The priest replied, shooting you a smile that you couldn't bring yourself to return.

"Vash is dead, Wolfwood," You snapped back, your heart tightening in your chest as you said his name for what felt like the first time in forever, "He's dead, and we're not finding him."

Wolfwood just stayed silent, watching you carefully as you let out a deep sigh, rubbing your face with your hands, trying desperately to brush off the pain that the mere thought of Vash had brought you.

Wolfwood wasn't a fool - he knew you and Vash had been in love with each other. He knew that you and Vash were more than friends, that Vash was everything to you. Wolfwood remembered how you seemed to stop living after the disaster in the city of July, when the city was turned into a crater and Vash was nowhere to be found. You had watched the man you loved fall from the sky and the city cave in on itself in a massive explosion of energy - there was no way Vash could've survived that.

When Vash died, so did you. You existed, sure - you walked and talked and drank and ate, but you had stopped living. It was heartbreaking to watch - both Wolfwood and Meryl couldn't stand to see you so broken, but nothing they did could bring Vash back. And so, you became silent, closed-off, and you never smiled anymore.

"I'm sorry, Wolfwood. I just... don't see the point in hoping for what can't be," You apologized, your voice quiet as you stared down at the floor, your heart aching in your chest as Vash's smiling face appeared in your mind.

Wolfwood sighed a bit and just stepped forward, throwing his arm around your shoulder casually. However, when he spoke, his tone was surprisingly gentle.

"It's okay. You're still hurting, (Y/N). Let's just get off this bus and settle in, yeah?"

You nodded, pulling up your hood to cover your head as you followed Wolfwood off the bus, shoving through all the people who were fighting to get on the bus you had just arrived on.

"What the hell is all that about?" You muttered, glancing at Wolfwood in confusion as you both watched the crowd of people swarming the bus, many of them shouting at the driver to let them on.

"No clue, but I have a feeling we'll find out real soon," Wolfwood replied, his shades glistening in the sunlight as he turned his head, gesturing towards a building not too far away, "Let's start at the saloon. If anybody's got information, they'll likely be there."

You just nodded and followed Wolfwood, keeping your head down and your face hidden - you didn't feel like starting a conversation with anybody who recognized you as new to the town.

However, that plan immediately went out the window the moment you and Wolfwood stepped foot into the saloon, as you suddenly found every person in the saloon pointing their guns at the two of you. You let out a stifled yelp and threw your hands up, your heart beating fast in your chest. You heard Wolfwood let out a small sound just like you had, his hands up in the air, too, sweating slightly as he glanced around.

Thankfully, after a few seconds, the townsfolk decided you weren't a threat and lowered their weapons. With that, you and Wolfwood slowly approached the bar, and you could hear Wolfwood chatting with the bartender. As he did, you walked over to the window of the saloon, gazing at the people walking by and watching the mob chasing after the bus you had arrived on.

'Man, what a weird place,' You thought to yourself, 'Feels so tense here.'

Suddenly, you watched the ground near the bus explode, sending people flying through the air and causing Wolfwood to exclaim, "What happened over there?"

The bartender explained that the town was overrun with bandits, and then you heard the name "Vash the Stampede" escape his lips and your heart just about stopped in your chest. However, you immediately recognized that the kind of violence being orchestrated by this gang being run by "Vash the Stampede" was everything Vash opposed. There was no way this was Vash's doing.

'Like it matters, he's been dead for almost two years anyway,' You thought to yourself bitterly, your mouth pressing into a thin line. You weren't listening to whatever the bartender was telling Wolfwood, but you found yourself glancing over at the entrance as you heard the door swing open.

All the patrons immediately had their guns pointing at the intruders, which in this case, happened to be a tall man with long, blonde hair wearing glasses, holding a young girl with short, brown hair in what almost looked like a chokehold. You found yourself reaching for your own weapon, readying to fight the man until you heard the girl speak.

"Uh oh. Hey, what's the big idea you guys?!"

You jumped a little at how loud she was, and you heard the patrons mumbling to themselves, "Oh, it's only Lina."

"What do you mean "only Lina"?! Let go of me, Eriks!" The young girl, Lina, shouted, freeing herself from the grasp of the tall, blonde man who simply let her go and watched her walk towards the bar, his expression surprised.

"Lina, what's the big hurry?" The bartender asked as the girl walked over, standing right next to you and Wolfwood. You studied the girl carefully, deciding that she couldn't be older than 12 at the most.

'She's very brave, I gotta give her that,' You thought to yourself, your lip twitching upwards a bit.

"I was wondering if you could hide me somewhere," Lina asked, a sheepish smile on her face as she asked.

The bartender looked a bit concerned as he inquired, "What did you do this time?"

"She doesn't know when to quit."

You jumped out of your skin at the sudden, new voice - the tall, blonde man, Eriks, had walked up to the bar without you noticing. You physically jumped, your hood falling from your head and revealing your face, not that it mattered - you weren't trying to hide anymore.

"Oh, sorry! Did I scare yo-?" Eriks began to apologize, turning to look at you as he did so, but his sentence died in his mouth as he looked at your face, his eyes widening behind his glasses.

"It's okay," You let out a jittery half-chuckle, just trying to recollect yourself, "I just didn't hear you walk up to the bar, just startled me a bit."

Eriks didn't say a word - he just continued to look at you, his eyes almost owlishly wide. You couldn't decode the expression on the man's face, and you began to feel uncomfortable at the level of intensity in his gaze.

"Um... is something wrong?" You asked, your voice making it clear that you were becoming uncomfortable.

That was enough to snap Eriks out of whatever stupour he was in, with him shaking his head a bit as though trying to clear it, his tone a bit embarrassed, "S-Sorry! No, nothing's wrong, you just... you look like somebody I knew once."

You found yourself wanting to smile a bit, but the words struck pain into your heart again and you just nodded, your lips pressing into a thin line once again.

"I see."

The man, Eriks, let out a nervous laugh before extending his hand to you for you to shake, "I'm Eriks. Sorry about startling you...?"

It was clear he was asking for your name. You just extended your hand and took his, shaking it firmly, "(Y/N). (Y/N) (Y/L/N)."

You thought you felt Eriks' grip on your hand falter for half a moment, but you brushed it off - probably nothing of note.

"N-Nice to meet you, (Y/N)," Eriks replied, his voice breaking slightly. He was evidently very, very nervous.

"Are you okay?" You asked bluntly, "You look ready to pass out."

Eriks just nodded before letting your hand go, "Y-Yeah! I'm good, I'm fine. Just, um... Lina's in trouble."

You didn't entirely buy that sudden excuse, but you decided to go with it, "Uh oh, what did she do?"

That's when you heard Lina explaining that she thumped a bandit across the face and that the bandit was coming after her.

"What are you telling me?" The bartender asked, his voice full of worry and his expression becoming one of horror, "Oh, my dear..."

"Yeah... I'm afraid so," Lina confirmed, leaning on the bar with a sad expression on her face, "And they weren't real happy about it. But, at least I don't think they saw me come in here."

The bartender immediately began to yell, and before you had a second to process what was happening, the wall next to you exploded, causing you to cry out as you got thrown across the room.

"Hey... I wasn't done eating yet," You heard Wolfwood complain, and you groaned as you sat up from the floor where you'd landed. You could've laughed at the image of Wolfwood holding his knife and fork over his plate, which was now crushed by a piece of broken wall.

"(Y/N)! You okay?"

You looked up to see Eriks standing above you, offering you his hand to help you up, which you took gladly.

"Yeah, I'm okay," You replied, brushing yourself off as you got to your feet, wincing slightly as your back ached from the impact, "I'm probably badly bruised, but I don't think anything's broken."

The look of relief on Eriks' face didn't feel like it matched what it should've been for a stranger he had just met - he looked relieved as he would look if you had been one of his closest friends. It was weird.

However, before you had a moment longer to think about it all, you heard yelling coming from outside the bar - the bandit who Lina had hit, yelling to give her up or that he'd shoot again if they didn't.

You grit your teeth, anger surging through your body - how dare this bandit threaten a child? She may be feisty and fiery, but she was still just a child. You grabbed your weapon and began to walk towards the hole in the wall, but somebody stopped you in your tracks, putting their arm out in front of you - Eriks.

"No, wait. Let me handle this," He spoke, his voice quiet but very sure. A surge of familiarity coursed through you - where had you heard this before? That tone... that calmness... it unsettled you as you knew you'd heard it before, but where? You couldn't pin it.

That split second of you being thrown off by the sudden feeling of déjà-vu was all Eriks needed before he walked out of the bar, his hands in the air, trying to appease the bandit and stop him from doing further damage to anybody or anything.

"Wolfwood," You mumbled, coming up to the priest, "Is it just me, or does Eriks feel... familiar to you?"

The priest just looked at you carefully, "Familiar? Familiar how?"

"I don't know," You confessed, "Just... the way he spoke to me just now reminded me of-"

Your eyes widened and your words died on your lips as you realized exactly who Eriks had reminded you of.

Vash.

You didn't need to say anything - Wolfwood could see the immediate look of shock on your face, the realization dawning on you. You could feel your breathing picking up and your heart rate was starting to go through the roof - why did Eriks sound so much like Vash? Hadn't you suffered enough? To lose Vash once was agony. But to be reminded of him now? It was unbearable.

"Woah, (Y/N), woah, calm down, breathe. You need to breath."

You could hear Wolfwood's words, but you couldn't understand them, couldn't process them. You were bordering on a full-blown panic attack. The world suddenly became quieter, all sounds muted, as though you were underwater. You couldn't process anything else going on around you right now. All you could do was stumble to your feet and run to the hole in the wall of the saloon, your eyes landing on the blonde man who reminded you so much of the love of your life.

You didn't really understand what was happening - you could vaguely hear the tones and timbre of Eriks' voice and the voice of the bandit, but you couldn't make out the words. You watched as Eriks bowed to the bandit all the way to the ground, trying to apologize on Lina's behalf and diffuse the situation, but it apparently hadn't been enough.

The bandit yelled something at Eriks, to which he apparently agreed. To your surprise, you watched as Eriks suddenly... began to take off his clothes?

"W-What?" You mumbled, not understanding what was happening. All you could make out was the sound of Lina crying next to you, and Wolfwood comforting her as Eriks defended her, even at the cost of his pride.

When you looked back at Eriks, you suddenly felt as though you had been hit by a truck.

Those scars... that body... the missing arm replaced with a prosthetic...

All you heard before the ground came up to meet you and the world went black around you was the sound of Wolfwood exclaiming your name - "(Y/N)!".

You don't know how long you'd been unconscious for, but when you found yourself waking up, you didn't recognize your surroundings. You were in a rather large room, laying on what could've only been a hospital bed, right next to a large window. There were no other beds or patients in the room with you - it was just you. And-

"Morning, sweetheart."

You jumped, turning to see Wolfwood sitting at your bedside, a smirk on his face as his cigarette dangled between his lips crookedly.

"W-Wolfwood," You spoke, your voice strained, "W-What-?"

"You dropped like a stone," Wolfwood explained, standing from his chair and walking over to sit right next to you on your bed, "You saw Eriks' scars and I guess the realization of who he was was just too much for you to handle. Can't say I'm surprised, it's not every day you learn that supposedly dead love of your life isn't actually dead."

Wolfwood just grinned at you, but you just sat there, unmoving, eyes staring forward like you were a statue, not really seeing whatever you were looking at. The memories of what had preceded your passing out came back to you in flashes, and before Wolfwood could continue speaking, you were suddenly sobbing as you had never sobbed before.

All the pain, the sadness, the grief, the loneliness, the feeling of having part of you missing for so long overwhelmed you, making you feel every bit of emotion you had been repressing over the past two years. You sobbed and sobbed and sobbed, crying your eyes out as you buried your face into your knees, unable to comprehend what was happening. Surely you were dead, or dreaming, because there was no way that Vash was really alive.

Unless...

"I'll leave you be," You heard Wolfwood say gruffly, before he stood up, patting your back and leaving you alone to confront your emotions.

After that, Wolfwood walked over to another patient's room - that of Eriks, or rather, Vash the Stampede. He had already spoken to Vash earlier, telling him about the fact that Millions Knives was still at large, but now... this was going to be a very different conversation.

Wolfwood didn't even bother knocking, just letting himself right into Vash's room, walking over to where the blonde young man sat in his bed.

"You know, I'm surprised you didn't straight up kill (Y/N)," Wolfwood started, a small smirk on his face as he sat next to Vash, who was just watching him carefully. He watched Vash's expression become one of concern the moment your name left Wolfwood's lips.

"What do you mean?" Vash asked, eyebrows furrowing at Wolfwood's statement - the last Vash saw of you was when he stopped you from taking on the bandit yourself, and you were fine, then.

Wolfwood sighed, "(Y/N) saw your scars, Stampede. It was too much for them to handle and they passed out cold. Smacked their head pretty bad on the way down, but that was my bad, I didn't expect them to go down."

"What?!" Vash exclaimed, his blue eyes widening in worry. He immediately began to try to get out of his bed, but Wolfwood stopped him.

"(Y/N)'s spent the last two years grieving you, Vash. They believed you were dead. This is a bigger shock than you know. They heard nothing from you and the last thing they saw of you was when July city imploded on itself."

Vash's eyes somehow managed to widen even more, and tears were beginning to well in them as Wolfwood explained the situation to him. Wolfwood told him everything he knew - about how you'd essentially become a living statue, not truly living beyond basic existence, about how broken you'd become, how closed-off and sad you were now. You'd been changed so badly that neither Vash nor Wolfwood were really sure if you'd ever rebound from this.

By the time Wolfwood was done explaining, Vash found himself crying silently, his heart torn to pieces at the thought of what this had done to you.

"They loved you more than anything, Vash," Wolfwood stated quietly, standing up as he went to take his leave for the second time that day, "I think you owe them an explanation and a very big apology."

With that, Wolfwood left Vash to his own thoughts, just as he had done to you earlier.

Vash sat there, just replaying everything Wolfwood had told him in his mind. He was telling the truth, Vash knew - he had seen the look on your face when he initially saw you as Eriks. Vash had been so taken aback by you when he took a good look at your face - you looked so much like yourself, but simultaneously so different.

Your face had new scars, and lines engraved in your skin from frowning and worrying rather than from smiling, as you used to in the past. Your expression was tired and somewhat empty, even as you greeted him, and your tone was dull and serious. And your eyes...

Tears began to course down Vash's cheeks freely, soft sobs escaping from his throat as pain jolted through him as he recalled your eyes.

Your eyes were utterly lifeless. Like you had died in every way except physically.

Vash had had to restrain himself from gasping loudly, sobbing his heart out and begging you for forgiveness when he'd looked at you for the first time in two years. He had wanted nothing more than to pull you into his embrace as he used to do before July then and there, but when you failed to recognize him, Vash knew that he couldn't do that to you.

'There's no way they still love me now,' Vash thought to himself, his pain intensifying and his cries becoming louder as he sobbed into his hands, 'I've destroyed them, too.'

You were the love of Vash's life. Nobody ever meant more to him than you did, and after the destruction of July city... Vash couldn't face you. He was a murderer, while you were innocent, pure, and good. He couldn't bring himself to look for you, or try to reach out to you, because he had wanted to keep you safe. Especially now that his bounty was 60 billion double dollars and everybody was hunting for him.

But when he saw you in that saloon... and he saw how damaged you'd become... he realized that he'd done had been wrong. So, so wrong. You'd loved him all that time, to the point where his supposed death broke you beyond repair, and it was all Vash's fault. In trying to protect you, he'd been the one to hurt you worse than anybody ever had before.

And now, he had to find the strength to face you. But how could he?

"Your gun! Give me your gun, hurry!"

Vash suddenly heard the frantic, panicked voice of Lina's grandmother, Grandma Sheryl, coming from downstairs. He focused in, wiping the tears off his face as he listened.

"It's Lina, they got her!"

The arguing continued, and Vash knew what he had to do then. Once he'd rescued Lina, he'd talk to you. He'd face you, and finally pay for his mistake.

As Vash dressed and exited his room, he found Wolfwood standing there, leaning against the wall, a cigarette between his lips once more.

"They got (Y/N), too, it seems like," Wolfwood stated, looking surprisingly calm despite having to deliver terrible news, "Guess they thought (Y/N) was a worthy hostage."

Vash's eyes widened, and his gaze hardened slightly, his heart twisting hard in his chest at the thought of you in danger - despite the two years that had passed, Vash still loved you more than anything in his life, and he still sought to protect you. He had thought of you every day, wondering where you were, what you were up to, if you'd missed him...

He had to rescue you and Lina as soon as possible.

With his teeth gritted and his gun holstered, Vash headed out with Wolfwood trailing in his wake.

"Then, let's go get them."

Wolfwood just smirked.

"There's the Stampede I used to know."

#anya's athenaeum #trigun #trigun stampede #trigun stampede x reader #trigun x reader #vash the stampede #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #eriks!vash #trigun eriks #eriks x reader

[shawtuzi]

heyy idk if you do requests but if you do, can you PLEASE do plug!eren or plug!connie actually using or aiming his glock at someone 😩 n y/n gets so turned on

hello bb the answer to both your questions is yes!!! requests are always open but i might take a while to get to them <\3 btw idk why i make jean the villain in almost every eren fic i write i literally love him sm

this is 18+///cw include: black coded reader, drug usage, slight possessiveness, MAJOR GUN KINK, kinda cervix fucking, more bad writing

it was very rare for eren to use his glock ever. yes he was a dealer but he tried to keep the violence of that lifestyle out of his and your lives. your safety was his top priority and he’d be damned if you got hurt because of something that had to do with him, but of course the one time he had to use it you were with him witnessing everything.

everything was going perfect. the two of you were walking back from the park blazed and full from the sandwiches and other snacks you packed for your picnic. eren had his arm wrapped around your shoulders while yours was wrapped around his waist, your other hand swinging the small wicker basket you used to carry the food back and forth.

“aye eren!” you heard someone yell instantly feeling eren tense up. you looked to the side but eren kept you straight picking up his walking pace, “just keep walking” he spoke in a hushed tone pulling your body incredibly close to his. “what you ignoring me now jaeger? what’s the rush to get home?” you heard the person yell once again and now you were beginning to worry.

you’d never seen eren be so skittish before and it made the uneasy feeling in your stomach grow bigger by the second, increasing tenfold when you realized these people had no intentions of leaving you alone. “what do you want jean?” eren spoke in a monotone voice never once looking over or stopping his fast face. you nearly tripped over you feet when you heard eren say the persons name. eren was a very unproblematic man never being the one to entertain pointless arguments, but there was something about jean that made eren want to pop a cap in his every time he heard his voice.

“heard you were talking a lot a shit, there something you need to say to my face playboy?” eren could’ve easily handled this by pulling him out the car and beat his ass but he held himself back, fearing that this side you’ve never seen of him would be too much to handle. eren made a vow to himself one night after the two of you smoked —still friends and still getting acquainted— that he would never involve you in this life. the thought of any of the sketchy weirdos he’s met making you uncomfortable makes him homicidal to say the least.

“nothing that i already haven’t said to your face playboy now if you don’t mind i’m busy,” your heart was now beating incredibly fast and your mind was racing a mile a minute you hadn’t even noticed the bruising grip eren now had on your arm. jean kissed his teeth looking you up and down, “oh i see…this your bitch here? why don’t you send her my way when you’re done i like em’ thick too.” eren stopped dead in this tracks whipping your body behind him as he turned toward jeans car and that’s when you felt it. the glock 43 you thought he usually kept in his glove box or safe tucked behind his back.

“fuck did you say?” eren asked his voice dropping two octaves. at this point all he could see was red. it was one thing to roll up on a man and his woman but it was a whole other thing to lust after her and call her a bitch right in front of his face.

“i said send your bitch my way when you’re done.”

it all happened so fast. one minute to you holding onto eren for dear life, the next you were pushed away eren now holding the glock right in jeans face. it was a clean shot right between the eyes. now of course eren knew better knowing jean wasn’t even worth the murder charge, but jean didn’t know that. “woah woah- hey i was just playin’ eren!” the smirk jean was once sporting now gone and replaced with a look of pure fear. “i tried giving you a chance to leave but you never know when to quit to do you?” eren chuckled dryly his index finger resting lightly on the trigger.

jean didn’t even get a chance to respond before eren told him to get the fuck on leaving an obnoxious tire screech behind him. the ringing in his ears had stopped his attention now solely focused on making sure you were okay. eren tucked the glock away once more turning to you, “i’m sorry i did that he just gets on my nerves so fucking bad and then him calling you a bitch just-“ he was cut off by you bringing him in for a soul searing kiss. “it’s okay eren really, thank you for sticking up for me” you gave him another kiss lightly sucking on his bottom lip.

eren chuckled grabbing you lightly by your jaw, “don’t tell me that shit got you in the mood” he asked in a teasing tone running his thumb over your lips. “maybe just a little” you giggled pressing a small kiss to his thumb before taking it into your mouth lightly sucking. “oh really? let’s get you home then i’ll take care of you ma.”

not even 20 minutes later eren had you bent over on the couch in his apartment moaning and whining like a bitch in heat. “erennn” you whimpered bringing a hand back to push against his pelvis but eren just smacked your hand away with his free hand while the other held blunt. after the jean situation eren needed to regroup and what better way to do that than pussy and a blunt???

he glanced at the glock that sat on the coffee table a sadistic smirk gracing his kiss swollen lips. eren grabbed you by your throat pushing your body flush against his chest, “hold this for me will you?” he asked setting the blunt between your lips. suddenly you felt something hard and cold press against the side of your head and you immediately knew what it was. “oh shit you like that huh? felt you get real tight around me,” he grunted snatching the blunt from your trembling lips. “y-yes i love it” you sighed dreamily moving your hips to meet his shallow thrusts.

eren set the blunt in a nearby ashtray before wrapping his hand around your throat while the hand holding the glock pressed it harder against your head. “god what do you think people would say if they found out you get turned on watching me threaten people with this? or how you’re on the verge of cumming just from me holding it to your fucking head huh?” you didn’t even have an answer to his question not because you were too embarrassed to answer, but because the combination of his tip brushing against your cervix, the glock against your head, and his rough grip on your neck left you a brainless drooling mess.

you were slightly brought back into reality when you felt the cool metal of the glock press against your lips, immediately opening your mouth to let him slide it in. “i know how much you like when i do this so go ‘head baby suck it like it’s my dick,” eren chuckled darkly nibbling on the lobe of your ear. your knees were becoming terribly weak and if it wasn’t for eren holding you up by your neck you would’ve fallen fast first into the couch cushions.

four orgasms later eren had finally let up giving you a break before he started the next round. he was now on his back while you sat on his dick, a blunt being passed between the two of you. “suck it one more time f’me wanna get this shit on camera,” he giggled taking a hit of the blunt while his other hand held his phone. “okay okay since you asked so nicely,” you happily grabbed the glock once more licking it from the bottom of the barrel to the top suckling on the tip of it like you would his cock.

eren zoomed in on the way your plush lips sucked on the glock, swirling your tongue around it extra slowly making his dick twitch. you let go of the barrel with a lewd pop noise before setting it aside once more a bashful smile making its way onto your face.

“man i fucking love you y/n.”

#eren <3 #plug!eren #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #aot imagines #attack on titan smut #eren yeager #snk eren #snk smut #eren yeager imagines #eren jaeger imagines #my writing

[evilcowgirl]

hiii!!! i love your writing so much omgg i just had to request :) would you write something about some of the van der linde boys with a badass gunslinging gf??

Van Der Linde boys with a gunslinging gf

pairings: javier, arthur, charles (x reader)

a/n: omg thank u so so soo much for my first ever request i was literally soo excited when i saw this !! it took a while i apologize but heres a few drabbles(?) of the 3 guys i'm able to write rn, maybe a continuation when i get into writing others ! also, merry christmas .✧⋆ !!!! :D

warnings: minor violence

word count: (combined) 4k

summery: collection of short stories, the boys with a gf who can handle a gun

Javier

You and Javier were a force to be reckoned with. Both of you were equally as dangerous apart but together somewhat of a perfect storm was created. You first met each other in a rather conventional fashion—a simple "Hello" uttered from behind a lipstick-stained rocks glass at a dingy bar.

He somehow found the courage in his under his alcohol induced haze to respond to you with words.

He barely even slurred, "Hello to you too." He took a seat right next to you. He was a little buzzed, but not unattractively so. Just enough for him to smile a bit more than he usually would and to have the confidence to suavely slide his hand over yours as you two spoke.

You didn't get too far in your conversation before you were interrupted. You were used to drunk men thinking they had a chance with you but never two at the same time. It was amusing at first but when he noticed Javier clearly holding your attention he didn't back off.

"Hey sweetheart you ignoring me?"

"Don't I look busy asshole?" You say begrudgingly shifting your attention away from Javier to the pest hovering next to you.

"C'mon sweetheart don't be mean. . ." He mumbled out, he seemed harmless but you knew how quickly guys like this could flip.

"I'm not your sweetheart, you can leave now." You said bluntly.

Clearly this guy wasn't letting up, he got even closer to you in fact. You could feel his breath against your cheek and smell the stench of liquor on his breath.

"You should be careful with an attitude like that girl," He said in a hushed tone, this time you could hear the venom in his words loud and clear, "You might end up gettin' hurt real bad."

Javier had caught the last part, perhaps not verbatim but he'd heard the words "Hurt" and "Bad" and decided he didn't care too much for clarification.

Before he was able to step in to create a space between you and the man you were quick to draw your gun on him. There were a few gasps at the quick motion, everyone in close proximity stilled waiting to see what you'd do. Including Javier who was clearly less on edge than the rest of the civilians observing the situation.

You couldn't lie, the attention you felt from all the eyes on you was exciting in a way you knew you were dead wrong for liking.

"I said to fuck off, didn't I?" You questioned, your voice was steady and smooth like you'd just been carrying on a conversation with the man and not threatening to paint the bar with his blood.

He was trembling in his seat, not able to look anywhere but from your eyes and the barrel of your gun aimed right at his chest. It was a clear threat, you always aimed to kill.

"Hey, sweetheart, look—I ain't lookin' for no trouble just drunk is all," He said nervously, his hands up in defense, "C'mon just—I was just teasing I'm harmless really!"

"I'll show you harmless alright!" You all but growled at the man. He flinched at your words but decided to keep defending himself.

He was the type to not know when to stop talking, you soaked in his desperation for a bit, waiting until he'd humiliated himself enough for one night before you lowered your gun.

"Get." You ordered him, turning away from like the moment you stopped aiming, like he'd stopped existing. He bolted without another word, tipping over his stool and stumbling over folks on the way out. You knew that it was best to leave right after him, just incase someone took offense to what had just gone down but Javier gave you a sense of security that made you feel like finishing your drink.

"Sorry about that. . ." You said smiling up at the man who was still perched right next to you, you noticed his hand on his blade sitting at his hip.

"Javier." He said returning the smile. You felt a bit giddy that you hadn't scared your man off. You were sure that he'd be leaving right behind that drunkard but here he was grinning at you like you were some angel sent down to start bar fights.

"Javier," You said slowly, letting the letters roll of your tongue, "Thats pretty." You said.

He seemed amused at that. You told him your name and that you had to get going soon for obvious reasons and he nodded.

Javier was honestly distraught at hearing that, he hopped that he'd get to spend more time with you. You were unlike any other girl he'd met. Of course it had just started as a simple lust driven opportunity, but now he wanted more from you.

"Though I'd hate to lose you so soon, muñeca​." He said leaning in closer, a confident hand coming up to stroke your cheek. You knew that he had to be crazy to be attracted to you after your outburst.

"Yeah?" you said leaning into his touch, "What about the hotel across from the sheriffs?" You suggested.

There was a twinkle in your eyes of something alive and eager that Javier knew he would never get enough of.

After just one night with you he knew that he was smitten. You'd been together for hours and fell asleep in each other's arms in a post-coital bliss. Now here he was waking up to you grabbing your gun off the nightstand before even pulling your shirt on.

"I have to see you again." He said into the dark room. You smiled immediately turning to face him. You could make out his face already looking back at you under the glow of the still barely rising. His arms resting behind his head, you couldn't tell if he'd been awake like that four hours or if you'd waken him up with your movements. You inched towards his side of the bed, not bothering to button your shirt all the way before you leaned down to kiss him. It was slow and entrancing, you felt like you could melt right into his skin as he glided a hand over your bare back. You moved the loose strands of ink colored hair out of his face to kiss his forehead and resisted the urge to stay when he grabbed your arm to keep you close.

"I have to go." You said more sorrowful than you expected. It was true, you weren't here to stay, "I can't be in town like this—I should. . .It was a risk to even be with you for a night here."

He nodded, something you didn't expect after your stuttered excuse, "I understand. I'm in a similar position." He said. You tilted your head at him in confusion. "If you'd like you can come back with me. I'm running with a few people, I'm sure you've heard of us."

You considered for a moment. You weren't stupid; you knew that Javier wasn't just a normal man you met in a bar. He didn't look like an O'Driscoll and that was all you really cared about. You had no real home and even with how much pride you took in your ability to take care of yourself you knew that strength was truly in numbers. You were alone, defending yourself with just your words and your revolver. It usually worked but you'd been way too close for comfort countless times. It was getting more dangerous everyday.

"Mmh. . . I dunno. I've been on my own so long. I'm not that good with people." You said looking down at the pale sheets beneath you. You wanted to stay here longer with him, listening to his voice for another night.

It felt ridiculous to even consider letting a man you'd just met lead you off somewhere unfamiliar just because he was a good lay. At the same time though, it felt even more ridiculous letting a chance like this go. You were tired of fighting for your life all on your own. It'd be good to have at least one person by your side, even if it was only temporary.

"I wouldn't lie to you, mi muñeca, we protect each other. You'll be safer with us—with me." He cradles one of your hands in his.

"You're real sincere, anybody ever tell you that?" You say to him jokingly.

"Yes? Just one of my many talents I suppose. Does that mean you'll join us?"

His brown eyes peer so deeply into yours. You wonder if he feels just as hopeless looking at you as you do looking at him. You lean in to kiss him once more, its just as delicate as the air feels between you two.

"Yes, I will." You say against his lips.

You feel him smile as he reaches around your waist to pull you on top of him. You squeal embarrassingly but it's covered up by another kiss, this one not so brisk.

Arthur

Arthur had always been the protective type when it came to people who he loved. It didn't matter that you could take care of yourself or even that you wanted to take care of yourself. It was natural for him to make sure you're safe; if anything was to happen to you he was sure he'd go insane.

You joined the group around the same time as Javier, the both of you bonded over your status as a newcomer and eventually your fondness for Arthur. He was stubborn and mean as a rabid dog sometimes, but there was something special—not so harsh behind those bright blue eyes.

You took a while to fess up about your feelings towards him. In the end it was you first and him following the next day, admitting to you that he felt the same way like a man admitting to a crime he'd be hung for. You'd been polishing your gun then and had the malevolent instinct to point that gun right between those blue eyes that made you so weak. It made you furious that he'd let you feel like a food for a whole night before telling you. Instead though, you dropped your gun on the wooden table where you sat at and rushed over to kiss him. Feverishly like you we're dying for it. He blushed of course, soothing you with a firm hand at you waist.

"Hey girl, calm down." He'd said with that rough chuckle of his. It was absolutely sickening how gone you were for him.

Now you were both stuck in Valentine with your guns drawn and bullets flying faster than you've ever seen. it'd started in the saloon, like things like this usually do. You decided to have a drink together and play like a normal couple for a bit. It was sweet, you with your leg tangled up against his under the bar and the way you leaned against him to let out a drunk giggle at just about everything he said, funny or not.

I'd all come to a screeching halt when Tilly came in looking terribly distressed as her eyes searched for you and Arthur. You stood up at seeing your friend like that, rushing over to her with your man not far behind.

"Tilly what is it?" You asked her looking lover her quickly to see of she was harmed.

"It's these men we was trying to rob, me and Karen. They caught on and tried to grab us both right near the general store, I got away but," She took a breath as you held her shoulder, "Karen's still with them."

You'd been angry since the moment you saw Tilly walk in with her cheeks tear-stained, but now that you knew another member of the gang was in danger you were furious.

"You stay here with him, I'll take care of this alright?" You say to her and then you're rushing off again. You pull your rifle in hand right then.

"Hey hey, wait up." Arthur says pulling your arm. You're first reaction is to tug it away from his grip, which doesn't work he only holds on tighter. "Now I ain't lettin' you go on your own," He says and you can tell that's final, you simply roll your eyes. "Tilly why don't you head back to camp, you move fast and don't make any stops. Go on and leave right after us." She nods.

"Be safe." She says to both of you, wiping a bruised cheek.

You both walk together at a quick pace but silently. He knows that you're mad at him and doesn't push it for now.

"There." You say pointing to the struggling blonde. They hadn't got very far at all with all of Karen's kicking and scratching. They seemed to have just gotten her arms tied up as she lay over one of their horses.

"Hey you sons of bitches!" You yelled as you broke into a run, "Let her go!"

They both turn to you, the shorter one of the two grabbing Karen by her tied hands and holding her in front of him as a shield. They're both grimy-looking with these snarky grins and matching blue eyes that made you feel sick as they peered into you.

"Can we help you lady?" The taller one says, a calm hand tapping against his sidearm. This was meant to intimidate you but it did nothing of the sort. You knew you could take down both of these men blindfolded and drunk in one second if it came to that.

"Alright, fun's over, let go of they lady and we'll let you on your way." Arthur said standing a bit between you and the two men. This didn't stop you from shooting daggers at them with your eyes.

"Now partner, you can't possibly expect us to let 'er off this easy after she stole from us?" The shorter one grunts. Karen stops her struggling and simply looks to you.

"We were just plannin' to teach her a lesson." The other comments with a chuckle in his voice, like this whole thing was a game to him. You couldn't take anymore of this.

"You let her go or I'll have your head splattered all across this town. Both of you." You move in front of Arthur, bumping his shoulder pretty harsh as you did. You reached for Karen but was stopped by cold metal against your side.

"Hey, get ahold of your woman 'for somethin' bad happens to her."

It's real tense all of the sudden, even more so than it was before. You stayed calm though, unfortunately quite used to having guns aimed at you. Before Arthur could make his move you were using the heel of your rifle to hit the man across his temple with all the strength you could muster.

Red splattered across the dirt as he fell unconscious. Almost simultaneously the other fell right next to him in a worse condition, a bullet just like you'd promised.

You wasted no time aiming at the other once more. You never left a jobs unfinished or a man still breathing.

"Go to hell." You whispered just to him before pulling the trigger.

"C'mon." Arthur said with a shake of his head in that low voice he used when he was pissed off at you. You couldn't help but smile at it. He was going straight towards his horse that you'd both arrived here on only an hour ago. You were sad to have tour date cut short but you had mere seconds before the law was onto you.

"Thank you both, I would've died having to listen to those two idiots bickering any longer."

You gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, telling her that it was your pleasure before catching up with Arthur.

"You grumpy man, ain't you gotten used to me yet?" You said as he helped you up on his mare. Even when he was disappointed with you, which happened much too often with you attitude, he never failed to be a gentleman. Not that he would ever admit that.

"And you ain't gotten tired of almost losing your damn life? I could've handled that" He scolds you. You lean against his back as you two make your way back to camp as a silent apology, though you plan to make it up to him later in private.

Charles

Charles was intrigued by you the moment you were brought into camp. When he first laid eyes on you your skirt all torn and frayed at the hem with Dutch carrying you over his shoulder like a misbehaved child. It wasn't too common to see newcomers being pulled in like this; a fresh face in camp met with tons of questions—especially a pretty one.

What was surprising to everyone was Charles' blatant interest in you. He asked just about everyone who you were and where you'd come from. At first it was just written off as him being overly concerned about a stranger at camp but the women quickly caught on to that glimmer in his eye when you were mentioned.

Dutch had found you attempting to hold up the same bank that he and a few others were at planning on doing the same. You'd looked so unassuming; just a harmless little thing waiting to retrieve her mail. No one gave you a second thought until you were threatening to put bullets into the skulls of anyone who so much as thought of moving.

Dutch and his boys had no choice but to comply until you were done emptying out the stash, silencing the brave bank teller who had the valour to attempt taking you out and two civilians with loud mouths within a second. Three bullets, none of them missing. After you left the boys came after you, Dutch hitting you over the head and tying you up before the law had to chance to.

"She fought like hell," Micah said talking a seat near where Charles was standing. Charles didn't much enjoy his company but tolerated it from time to time. "Nearly shot me right between the eyes, the bitch. Would have if Dutch hadn't knocked her out."

Charles simply hummed in response. He noted the abrasion right above his left eye that was still spotted with dried blood.

"I'll be glad to see someone put her down soon. Can't believe we let a woman get over on us." He continued.

You were dragged behind the wagon by Dutch where no one could see. It like that for a short while before Dutch was seen again, walking out with a proud grin on his face heading towards Charles and Micah.

Even with only having known of your existence for a few minutes Charles was desperate to find out what happened to you. Were you killed? There was no gunshot—maybe strangled?

When Dutch approached he nodded to both of you. "Charles, my boy, I'm sure you're well aware of our visitor? I trust I can ask you a favor and that you'll get it done well. She's tied up behind that wagon over yonder, get her clean, fresh clothes and something to eat. She'll be here a while."

Micah didn't hide his distaste, "She'll be staying a while? That bitch that almost killed me? If anything I should handle this, I'll scare her up real good." There was a fire in his eyes that Charles didn't like, he was out for revenge.

When Micah started to stand he pushed him back down with a firm hand at his shoulder, "If he wanted her terrorized he would've asked you." The man's dark blue eyes were shooting daggers at Charles, but he kept himself in place for his own sake. They'd had issues before and they hadn't ended well for him.

"Truly exceptional, my boy," Dutch commented, "I see value in this girl, she's dangerous and we need danger on our side during these faithless times. In all my years I've ever seen a woman handle a gun like that." He says handing over a handgun. It was sliver with floral carvings at the handle along with an engraved rabbit.

Micah scoffed but didn't protest. Just then there was a loud crash coming right from where you'd been left.

"I do suppose that that is your cue." Dutch said, taking his leave to his tent.

Charles was right behind him, heading towards you where you'd managed to knock down a few things from the wagon with your struggling. Nothing too important, just a crate of canned foods that were now surrounding you.

This didn't stop you from tugging at your restraints like your life depended on it—it just might.

When Charles approached you the first thing you noticed was your gun in his hand. After that, it was the long haired man holding it. He was taller than the rest of the men who'd helped in taking you hostage. Broad shoulders and a muscular figure hidden behind his loose fitting shirt.

"Hey my gun! You got it back for me." You said excitedly.

"Yeah, just as long as you don't try anything with it. I'm hoping I won't regret it." He seemed sweet enough.

You smiled to him when he handed you your gun. You used one hand to take your gun and the other to shake his hand right after. He was taken aback by your touch but still shook your hand anyways. You thought childishly that your hands fit together really nicely.

"Well, I ain't really got any reason to shoot you. I just met you, i'm civil enough," You said, " I don't even know your name yet." You knew in your conscience that you had no business wanting to know this mans name, any of the men infact. They had all played a part in your capturing and unlawful imprisonment here.

"It's Charles, and Civil?" Charles said with an easy smirk on his face. You thought of how good it felt to make him smile.

"Of course! About as civil as they come these days. I hope you aren't attempting to dishonor a lady, Charles." You say patting his leg.

"Robbing a bank and shooting three people is civil?"

"Nowadays. . ." You say honestly. It was about the only way for someone like you to get by, other than selling yourself in town.

"I guess so. . . I can't say much since my friends were in there looking to do the same. They say you're really good with a firearm." Charles says.

"Who said? The blonde one? I should've shot him where he stood when I had the chance—the bastard." You remember the way he'd grabbed you right when you left the bank. You were sure you had a bruise on your arm from it. Though, you'd certainly left him worse off.

"Micah. . . yeah he's something." The man says not sounding too offended at how you'd blatantly insulted his gang mate.

"Is that what y'all call degenerates 'round here?" You said with a laugh. You could tell Charles somewhat agreed. You weren't sure too what extent with his whole 'impassive observer' thing he had going on. "I need to keep one eye open if i'm gonna be here a while if he's just wandering around. We didn't really have great first impressions."

The man nodded, "You emasculated him. He's frightened of you."

You smiled, a smile too sweet to be owned by who Charles had been told was a murderer. "He should be. He's real lucky to be alive." There's a brief pause where you think over your next words but eventually you decide that you have nothing left to lose. "You seem different than the rest of them."

Charles seems surprised by your observation. It was obvious to you though, he had a calm air around him that was refreshing after being manhandled by the rest of the gang up until you found yourself here on the ground. Of course, you didn't know Charles very well. All that you knew at this point was his first name and how remarkably handsome he was.

"We have our differences, as does anyone with such a large group like ours. You'll fit in well." He says.

You raise an eyebrow at him, "What makes you think I'll be staying?" You ask him.

"Dutch plans to keep your around, but I'm sure if you really want to get out of here you could ." He shrugs.

It's getting late, you feel the slight chill of the night creeping in and you envy the girls you see sitting out by their tents. It really was a fine set-up. With a cook and women to do chores. They obviously had their fair share of muscle, even a few men you hadn't met yet. Still it hurt your pride to think of submitting to a place like this.

"You seem impartial. You wouldn't miss me Charles?" You teased.

He looked away flustered at your words. "One of the worst things you can do is keep something wild in captivity."

You searched his face for something more, a hint to what he was thinking, but there was none. You yawned, stretching our your bound legs as much as you could.

"I'm pretty tired, maybe I could think it over tonight?" You suggested. If by the morning you decided this spontaneous crush was nothing more and came to your senses you'd be able to get out of there before sunrise.

"We'd have to find somewhere for you to sleep." He said gesturing for your legs. You shifted closer to him, dirtying your dress even more so that he could release you. His skilled fingers worked over the knot, loosening it enough for you to kick it off.

"Thank you." You smiled

You both made your way over to a lean-to where Charles lays down a cot. You feel just as out pf place as you look but your try not to let it bother you. You wave at a few friendly faces and keep your head down at others.

"I would feel better with you sleeping near me, with your situation and all." You nod. You have your gun back, but you're exhausted and honestly you feel better with Charles right next to you.

That night you spend hours talking about each and everything that pops into your head. You find yourself more talkative than usual even though Charles is a man of very few words. He's a delightful listener. He gives these subtle nods and hums that let you know he cares about whatever you're saying. By morning you find yourselves face to face and much closer than you'd started the night before.

When he finna opens his eyes a few minutes after you theres still stars in the dark morning sky. The glow of the sun not yet risen leaves a gorgeous hue over everything beneath it. It's so peaceful, the security of camp and feeling Charles' warmth from how close you two we're laying.

You whisper, "I think I'll stay."

#rdr2 #rdr2 fanfic #arthur morgan #arthur morgan x reader #javier escuella #javier escuella x reader #charles smith #charles smith x reader #arthur morgan imagine #javier escuella imagine #charles smith imagine #red dead redemption 2

[moongothic]

You know. If Crocodad Real. How would Luffy even react if he found out. Like really, how the fuck would he feel about it.

'Cause like how I went over in this post (briefly at the end), we don't even know how Luffy feels about Crocodile as he is right now, so can you imagine how that bombshell would impact things

Like my running theory is that Luffy still hates Crocodile but maybe not quite as much as pre-Impel Down since he kiiinda owes him etc

And Luffy does not seem to give a shit about blood connections, at least not that much. Like don't get me wrong, Luffy's family are the people who were there for him when he was a child, those are the people he cares about and his bio-parents don't really matter. But also, honestly, I think the reason Luffy doesn't give a shit about who his parents are is because he doesn't know them. Luffy cares about people who he knows and likes, and while he doesn't give a shit about Dragon right now, it's arguably because he simply just doesn't know him. If the two actually get to meet and know each other, like if Luffy takes a liking Dragon, he'll probably accept Dragon as his dad and as his family. But on his own terms. It's up to Luffy to decide

And that's why like. How would Luffy react to finding out he has another dad and that one is fucking Crocodile. Because he already hates the man. It would not be happy news for him I'm sure

The other thing is that normally Luffy does not give a flying fuck about people's sad backstories. He didn't care to hear what happened to Nami and her village for example, because what really mattered was that there was a person he cared about who was deeply hurt and in danger and he wanted to help said person. And that's where I'm so torn. Because on one hand, it would be perfectly on-brand for Luffy to not give a shit of Crocodile had a sob story to tell. But also, I could imagine Luffy being so fucking confused over the news that he'd want to hear the truth of like, who what where how why, in detail. So that, you know, he could make his own decision and figure out if he wants to considder Crocodile is other dad or disown him.

Like, both feel like things Luffy would do

So really, would the real deciding factor might be just... the circumstances where Luffy finds out???

God knows, I can not imagine Crocodile himself telling Luffy anything ever. The kid already hates him, he knows it, so he'd probably think it'd be for the best if Luffy never found out

So how else could Luffy find out then?

As far as we know, the only other person who could confirm it would be Dragon himself, and considdering how he probably feels about his ex (see: Alabasta Coup Attempt), I can't imagine him wanting to talk about Crocodile to Luffy in lenght or in a positive light. Like I can't imagine Dragon wanting to tell Luffy at all is the point, not unless he wanted to like apologize to Luffy because it is arguably his fault Luffy and Crocodile fought in Alabasta to near-death to begin with. (Sidenote since we don't know how the break-up happened to begin with, it's totally possible Crocodile could've asked Dragon to never let their kid find out what happened to his "mom")

And now, this is where I'm gonna go completely off the rails, but. As I was wondering if there was any other way Luffy could find out...

S-Croc is made with Crocodile's DNA.

(And actually before I even go into S-Croc, super quick sidenote: If Kuma can extract memories out of people and allow other people to literally see them... Like I can't tell if Kuma's memories got absorbed by Bonney when she looked into them or if Kuma's Memory Bubble is still on Egghead, but if viewing the memories isn't the same as having them inserted into a vessel permanently... Like if Kuma isn't turbo-dead, could there be a scenario where we have Kuma (or S-Bear) yeet out Croc's memories and have Luffy just look into them? Because god knows Crocodile might just refuse to speak about it and that could be the only way to get The Whole Truth if Dragon doesn't want to talk about it either?) (Of course, Crocodile would understand just How Persistent Luffy is so if Luffy just kept on annoying him about it, Crocodile could maybe give up eventually because he knows he can't get Luffy to piss off until he spills the beans)

So currently the Strawhat's plan is for them to go and escort the Vegapunks to Elbaf (if nothing goes funny after the flashback is over, which remains to be seen)

2. There is the mystery of what sex S-Croc is going to be, because there is a possibility that if Crocodile is trans then his Seraphim could be pre-T (though this entirely depends on whether or not Ivankov's HRT changes even the DNA of person. Since it's MAGIC HRT I would prefer it to, not gonna lie, and I would not appreciate any "you may look different but your DNA will tell the truth!" rhetoric in the story but I may be asking too much from Oda)

3. And there's also the mystery of what Devil Fruit ability S-Croc might have, since all the Seraphim have been given Fruit powers, and we know Vegapunk can't replicate Crocodile's Sand Logia.

All things considdered, I think the actual, most likely known ability S-Croc might end up with would be like, Mr 3's wax powers (hilariously), mainly because I could imagine it being flexible enough to work in Crocodile's fighting style, so it'd be the easiest for S-Croc to adapt to (like if you can make anything from wax, then why not sharp blades to fling at people) (Also we know Vegapunk would have access to this power since Mr 3 was in Impel Down, when they also got Daz' powers)

But also I had joked before how it'd be funny if S-Croc was a Crocodile Zoan for no reason. Like it'd be fitting since Crocodile was already the Only Logia of the OG Shichibukai, so making his Seraphim the Only Zoan would be funny as hell (if it's even possible, which we can't say if it will/won't be). Additionally, making him a Crocodile Zoan would be hysterically on-the-nose.

(Sidenote: If there was a crocodile Zoan Fruit, what sub-category do you think it'd fall into? Like would it be Ryu Ryu like all the dinosaur-themed Zoans are, or maybe even a different model of Uo Uo (same as Kaidou)? Since "wani" could be considdered a different type of serpent-dragon, and if Vegapunk was researching how to recreate Kaidou's fruit, it's plausible he might've accidentally recreated some other related-fruit in the process or afterwards?? (Also since Kaidou's Uo Uo is a specific model (Seiryu) it would make sense if there was another Uo Uo model Fruit, and this could be an excelent opportunity to use it))

The thing about Zoans though is that, as it's been brought up once or twice before, Zoan fruits can kind of have a "mind of their own" and influence the user in unexpected ways.

And as all we Crocodad Truthers know.

Crocodiles are protective of their babies.

ALSO: The Seraphim do have enough personal will-power that they may (slightly) disobey orders they've been given. Case-and-point, S-Snake undoing the Petrification on the Strawhats after Luffy asked her to, since S-Snake is fond of Luffy just like Hancock is

Sidenote, it was kind of made a point how Vegapunk considdered his artificial replica of Kaidou's dragon fruit a compete failure simply because instead of a blue dragon, the user would turn into a pink one instead. So if Vegapunk tried to make a Seraphim of Crocodile, knowing full-well he couldn't even give the Seraphim the same ability as the OG, and then the Seraphim turns out the wrong sex for no reason?? I could see him being confused as hell and considder S-Croc "a failed Seraphim"

So really, all we'd really need to happen would be for the Strawhats to somehow encounter the remaining three Seraphim while escorting the Vegapunks to Elbaf. Mind you, IDK how that could even happen since as far as we know they've been deployed the Emptee Bluffs

And then just have S-Croc either disobey orders to hunt Luffy or even even have him be protective of Luffy (following that Zoan Instinct, one even he can't explain, it's just Instinct). Have Sanji be like "hey why the fuck is this one a girl, isn't it supposed to be Crocodile", followed by Vegapunk explaining this Seraphim was a failure for reasons even he can't understand

Then have Jinbei remember the conversation Crocodile and Ivankov had at Impel Down (suspicious considdering Ivankov's abilities and this "failed Seraphim"), and maybe if Crocodile had any involvement with the Revolutionaries and Robin was suspicious of him she could even bring that up

Along with any other minor details that may be bothering the crew about the whole deal

And so if the Strawhats and Vegapunk just put all their braincells together and rubbed them real hard, they could maybe come to a hypothesis as to why S-Croc is a "failure" and protective of Luffy, and maybe even a potential explanation as to why The Real Crocodile was protective of Luffy in Marineford for no fucking reason

And maybe, just maybe, Vegapunk could confirm that suspicion with a DNA test. All he needs to do is check Luffy's and compare it to Crocodile's.

Not sure Luffy would want to do the DNA test, like knowing Luffy he might prefer to just ask Crocodile in person if they ever ran to each other again

But boy, if he somehow did agree to a DNA test, and there was a match... oh boy

But again. This entire scenario is BEYOND off-the-rails. Technically plausible! But honestly if Luffy is ever gonna find out (assuming Crocodad Real) then it's gonna be from Dragon

I just wanted to get the theoretical scenario out of my system okay, I had to get the brainworms out of my brain

#Moon posting #OP Meta #OP Spoilers #Crocodad #Sir Crocodile #Long post #You know I wasn't going to yeet this out of my drafts for a while but since I brought up S-Croc in the last post I figured why not #Since I went off speculating about S-Croc here in detail #Let's just get it out of my system #I'm so facinated by S-Croc I want to see that little shit in action so bad #My other assumption for what ability S-Croc could have would maybe be Magellan's Venom Fruit #Since that one is shockingly a Paramecia! AND Vegapunk would have access to it! He could replicate it! #And Crocodile did have his poison hook so like. Sure #I'm still putting my money on Doru Doru though #ALSO to circle back to the original subject (how would Luffy react if he found out) #It's entirely plausible that he might never find out even if Crocodad was real #Like there's that whole thing about Oda telling Mayumi Tanaka that Luffy's mother wasn't important to the story YEARS ago #And like. It's possible it was a white lie. It's possible Oda could've changed his mind. OP was meant to end at Alabasta at one point #It's possible that if Luffy doesn't have a mom but two dads then Oda's statement would still be true #But it's also possible Crocodile could be Luffy's other dad and it could never play into the story in a meaningful way #Like we the readers could find out just to understand the beef between Crocodile and Dragon etc #And Luffy never finds out #Nightmare scenario. I will cry. #But frankly might be just the most likely one

[theloveinc]

SHINSOU MAN, like really makes me feral thinkin like.. mans is SO nervous around you, you've been dating for a little while but hes still scared to breathe too hard around you. You both go to a mutual friends birthday and you're getting a drink for you and your mans, only to come back and he's literally in the middle of a fistfight, the other guy gets him in the jaw and he practically EATS it like its nothing, its only when you grab his white shirt with blood all over it and pull him off the other guy that you find out the guy said something SLIGHTLY disrespectful about you in your dress. And you have to try not to fuck him right there and help him clean the blood off his chin.

Under the awfully-yellow sting of the bathroom's florescent lights, it's the third time in a row you've tried to dab at Shinso's lip with an alcohol soaked cotton ball, trying (but mostly failing) to staunch the flow of blood which continues to pool and crack at the left corner of his mouth.

The split is only one of the two real injuries he came away from the fight with (aside from the potential concussion he might have no matter how fast he recovered from being punched between the eyes), but every time you try to press into the wound and wipe up the mess that was left behind, Shinso leans away as if to weaken the effect of your touch.

"Shinso, let me try. Please,” you beg. "You’ve gotta stop acting like this."

"This?" he finally responds, surprisingly egregious in tone for someone of his usually-very-cool temperament, eyebrows going halfway up his actively-bruising forehead as he snaps his head to face you. The sudden movement causes your hand to go skidding across his cheek, leaving a long red stain straight up to the swollen temple he's currently holding a bag of melting ice against. "The guy said he’d—”

"I know what he said," you cut him off, throwing down the now-soggy puff onto the porcelain countertop as you step back and glare. "I'm talking about the fact you're barely letting me help clean you up."

Shinso rolls his eyes. "You think I asked for help dealing with this?”

“It’s not fair for you to hurt yourself if I’m just meant to sit there and watch. We’re supposed to be dating. Are we?”

"What,” you can tell he’s trying not to raise his voice, especially as you reach out to trace your fingers down his arms, “do you think?"

"Hitoshi," he finally looks at you straight when you say that name, his body instantly going still. “I am being dead serious. Either you were standing up for me, or you just wanted to pick a fight. Which is it?"

If possible, the man's frown deepens even further, though you can feel the way his muscles begins to relax as he tries to calm himself under your touch.

He pauses a minutes to swallow. And to stare. And then, “you,” he finally says, unblinking. "I was doing it for you."

You lean back in finally, tenderly, pulling him into a soft kiss where his lips fit perfectly against yours and the taste of blood the last thing on your mind.

"Good," you pull back, only slightly, near breathless. "So let me help you. At least before I thank you.”

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(someone get this man some ginseng… sorry i went insane anon!! shinso just makes me a lil wet. I hope this was okay)

#shinso #uhhhhh I tired I edit this later maybe #please say it’s not sh*t #and I hope the dynamic mad sense!!! dumb*ss thinks he has to do everything alone #as if you’re not DATING and he doesn’t wanna scare you off or make you do any more work than necessary #meanwhile he doesn’t realize his tenseness translates as pushing u away #bla bla blah I had more to say but #I scared #anyway I love u by #the taking a hit no problem made me faint #caitie things #gen #anon

[plantboiart]

Just roll with it riptide theory time, spoilers for episode 115, episode 70, and the black rose pirates oneshot

So. This is a very weird one and probably incorrect because i got like 5 hours of sleep last night BUT. It has also been in my mind for like months at this point and I’ve finally figured out some way for it to make sense so here we go!

I believe, without a shadow of a doubt, that Chip is from the hole in the sea. Like literally born from it. His lack of any biological family or even a name until he met Arlin, and captain Rose knowing that Chip would 1. Survive whatever he believed would kill them all and 2. Knowing that Chip would come back to the black sea, as well as the most obvious “Welcome Home” in his head when they went in the hole? Yeah. He is from there.

However, even more in specifically, i dont believe that hes just from the hole, i believe he is part of it. He is connected to it. And ive thought this to some extent since the “fighting chip’s inner demons very literally” scene in episode 70, and more importantly; Arlin in the scene.

Because he does not act like how you would expect a nightmarish version of your father inside your own subconscious to act. He acts scared. He acts surprised that Chip is there. The evil versions of Jay, Ollie, and Gillion are aggressive, instantly striking out against him, but Arlin? He’s scared of Chip. And scared of hurting Chip. He acts almost the same as Chip himself does, trying to reassure himself that this isn’t real, that this is just a nightmare.

And I think that’s because in some fucked up way it really is him.

That that’s not Chip’s subconscious creating a nightmare version of Arlin for him to fight, instead it’s really just him. Arlin, after being in the hole in the sea for over a decade, succumbing to the corruption.

He looks like someone suffering from the black sea’s corruption might look. Black tendrils coming out of where his arm used to be, black liquid dripping out of his eyes… Chip shouldnt be able to make that up in his mind. He hadn’t seen the corruption yet.

And Arlin is terrified. Of Chip. Confused, like he’s the one seeing things, because he thinks that he is. “Is that really you”, “You can hear me”, “You’re here to kill me again”. Those are the words of someone who’s been stuck seeing visions of his son killing him over and over again for a decade, just like he did in the black rose pirates oneshot. That’s not said like a nightmare trying to harm him. They’re said like a man who’s desperately trying to snap himself out of what he believes to be a nightmare.

“I don’t want to hurt you” isn’t said by a nightmare that is trying to trick a person. It’s said by a man who even for a second wants to believe that his son is really there, speaking to him, and in danger of being hurt by corruption that he can’t control.

And like… I’ve thought this for months. But until episode 115 my theory was that Arlin was somehow stuck inside Chip’s mind, living that nightmare of Chip killing him over and over again, but now? I believe that Arlin is absolutely still inside the hole in the sea. It’s just that Chip’s subconscious is connected to it as well.

And how fucked up would that be? That they finally get into the hole in the sea, they finally find Arlin, and instead of him being happy to see Chip, or even him being just straight up dead, he’s instead convinced that Chip is there to kill him. To harm him. That this is just another nightmare. Another vision sent to hurt him.

Like I said i got 5 hours of sleep last night this might not be anything and someone else could probably put this in words that make way more sense but who cares! I am going insane!

#just roll with it #jrwi show #jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi spoilers #jrwi riptide spoilers #riptide spoilers #just roll with it riptide #jrwi chip #chip bastard #chip jrwi #chip lastname #jrwi arlin #arlin james #jrwi theory #chip james

[thegeekcloud]

Boycott Eurovision: Yes or No?

There has been a lot of talk on boycotting Eurovision this year because of the Israeli participation and their qualification to the final. Behind everything of course is the subject of money.

MoroccanOil or however it's spelled is one of the biggest sponsors of the Eurovision Song Contest, not just this year but every year. And guess what country this company is from? You got it. It is therefore logical for audiences to boycott Eurovision by refusing to fund the competition in any way. That includes:

Streaming the competition

Buying merchandise

Attending

Voting

If the EBU is not funded then the profitability of having MoroccanOil as a sponsor (and Israel attending) will drop dramatically.

However.

One must keep in mind a few things:

"The big Five are the biggest sponsors which is why they are automatically qualified to the final". They literally keep 5 countries in the final to entice them to keep paying. IN fairness, this is not as much as you might think but still a substantial amount.

They already banned Russia - a country with an incredibly large amount of people (and therefore potential viewers)

The sponsored money has already been given. This is the money that mostly funds the contest.

The participating countries themselves pay a fee. A fee so big a LOT of Balkan countries can't afford!

Most of the money is used for the incredible staging and other events of the competition.

Boycotting Eurovision now in terms of keeping money away from the EBU doesn't really do much in truth. Go for it if you like. It doesn't hurt. But, watching the contest right now is not really gonna change much. A lot of people are already attending (tickets are like 1000 euro apparently btw).

It doesn't hurt, though it doesn't make much difference either to be completely honest with you. My advice is follow the instructions of your favourite artist. After all, this contest is not just about Israel but about them as well. They've all worked so hard and they've been asked to remove all political messages from their performances which is basically a violation of freedom of speech.

Protesting always helps though it is very hard to do IN the arena.

Voting would help if we were all to vote for one person. We all saw last year how Loreen took the crown from Kaarija even though he had like 1.5 times more public votes. And now, Joost is about to be disqualified (cause apparently he punched an Israeli representative who mocked Joost's dead father???). Not voting would basically mean Israel would win. Why?

Italy is not really a political ally of Israel (an example for that would be apology votes from Germany) yet they gave them 40% in the semi finals vote. 40%!?!?. Israel was not even that high on the trends yet they got 40%. But, at the same time, I do not know many people who watch the semi-finals so those who did are either die hard fans or, if those were protesting, people who explicitly watched for Israel.

The jury will 100% give a lot of votes to Israel. I don't like to say it but their song is EXACTLY the type of song they vote for. Another example might be Greece (they are trying something different from a musical point of view) or France (let's face it that man is an angel). I want to say Switzerland but I would also have said Belgium and look where we are. They SHOULD like Switzerland too. In any case the jury can do SERIOUS DAMAGE (again, why Sweeden won even if tHeY'rE nOt SoRrY tHeY wOn)

Governments can push the jury towards a specific result. We probably know where Belgium's 12 is not gonna go (they cut the broadcast) but this is for example a minister in greece:

IF the competition ends up going to Israel THEN the real boycott will matter cause it can start earlier. Prevention of countries participating for example. People not attending at all.

But the best result would be to prevent that all together. It doesn't help that Joost (Netherlands) did not perform today at the Jury show but his recording was shown.

That's all.

My advice is don't watch or don't watch israel to send a message but vote for either Greece, Italy, Croatia or Switzerland or all of the above. The Netherlands too if they participate cause even though I don't want the contest to go once again there Joost has fucking earned it.

Edit: the goal was for israel not to participate at all (and honestly Azerbaijan shouldn't either) but they did, they are, we're here now so...unless the artists themselves step down....

#eurovision #eurovision 2024 #ebu #esc #esc 2024 #joost klein #marina satti