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all-purpose-dish-soap · 21 days

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1.5k / 20 / post-apocalypse au, part 1

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You're injured but moving as fast as you can with your bow slung over your back. Soap is close behind you, giving chase, shouting your name as he does. Doesn't he learn? Doesn't he know you'll pull your bow on him again if he corners you?

He must know, but he's too stubborn to give up the chase. You don’t understand it.

He pushes on, just as graceful and twice as effective as you. You slip through the thick trees and their branches trailing whips of brambles. He shoves past them. You’re injured. He’s not. He's gaining, boots heavy in the soil.

"Watch yourself--!"

Your boot lands on leaf litter that falls out from under you--a pit trap. You’re moving barely fast enough for your momentum to save you from falling in. Your waist hits the edge of the pit. You brace yourself by your elbows, fingers digging into the dirt. The soft underside of your arms drag against something sharp underneath.

Soap grabs you by your coat and pulls you up out of the trap and to your feet before you can scramble out yourself. You're neither surprised nor mollified by his careful handling of you.

"Let me go!"

"Na. You're hurt. Stay still."

"Soap, I swear to God--"

"Shut up. I'm taking a look."

He holds your arm firmly with one large hand and, with the other, pulls your sleeve away from the bleeding gash. You grab his wrist with a pained curse. Whatever caught your arms—the rough wood and metal at the trap's edge—tore you bloody. Soap glares at the gash and then at you. He's close.

You could reach for your bow or for the dagger on your hip. But you know for a fact he's armed. With guns. A sniper rifle on his back and two sidearms at his belt. He knows how to use them, too. If you fight, he wins. But you know better than to back down quickly. The world is crueler than it used to be ever since things went to shit. People who show weakness don’t survive.

"Why are you following me?" you growl, your grip on his wrist tightening.

His grip on you loosens in turn when you speak. "You know why. I'm lookin' out for ya."

"I didn't ask for your help."

"Aye, but you still needed it."

"You're not a soldier anymore, Soap," you retort, trying to pull your wrist away. "It's every person for themselves. Stop following me."

"That's no way to live. The world may be a shithole, but there are still folk around who'll lend you a hand even though they don't need to. Soldier or no'."

You can't get out of his grip when he's determined to keep you there, and he is. As much as you'd like to give him a matching wound for being so goddamn stubborn, the rational part of your brain--the part that makes sure you survive--knows better than to expend energy struggling when it's not strictly necessary.

"Nobody lends a hand unless they want something in return," you mutter, glaring down at your wound as he bandages it. "Even if they're pretending otherwise."

He knows you speak from experience. You're a woman, and that means you're nothing but a resource to the worst of whoever’s left. He can't blame you for being guarded. Then again, you wouldn't be making such heated statements to his face if you really thought he intended to hurt you. You're just... defensive. Hiding under all that anger. That's what he tells himself. So he ignores your grumbled protests.

"That's how you'd look at it," he finally replies as he finishes dressing the wound. "Seein' as you've not met the right people. But some of us don't expect anything back."

"You don't expect it because you think you're better than asking. But you still want it."

"Might be so." His voice is soft, gravelly, but you can hear the steel in it. "But am not asking, now am I? So stop your fussin'. You're safe. Nae need to worry." He releases your bandaged arm.

"You run your hand along the wrapping, checking it. "Fine. But I'm... I'm not coming back with you."

"Can't promise you'll be safe out there. Where do ye plan to go?"

"I don't know. Wouldn't tell you if I did."

"Aye." He rubs his jaw, examining you with flint in his blue eyes. Pressing you for an answer would be pointless. Not that you seem to be lying—but you're not telling the whole truth. The short history you share with him is just enough that he can tell. But he also knows trying to change your mind would be pointless. If you won't listen, he'd have better luck bashing his head against one of these huge, mutated oaks.

"Am nae stoppin' ya. But these woods are full of treacherous paths. If ye run into trouble—when ye run into trouble--my boys and I, we know these woods well enough to dust you off and send you in the right direction. Cannae promise to find you before somethin’ else does, though."

You're fairly sure he's not lying. His boys, as he calls them—his old squad, you think—they've made their home in these woods. It's perilous living—bears, wolves, muties, and terrain just as hazardous as the wildlife. And still those men are the most dangerous things in here.

The offer is tempting. You consider it for longer than you should, looking down at your bandaged arm again. But then you step back, shaking your head slowly. "No, thanks. I have to get going."

It tears him up inside. You're making the wrong choice. If he lets you walk away, he's letting you walk to your death.

He looks at you for a moment. You can tell he's got something more to say. But he changes his mind, stepping back as well. He pulls something from his belt and holds it out. A handgun, scuffed and black, grip held toward you. You stare at it for a second before looking back up at him. He's serious?

"I'm not gonna take that--"

"You're damn well gonna take it." His voice is low and insistent. "You think I don't know you'll run into trouble out here? Don't be a fool. I have spare. Take it."

Your one rule is don't owe anybody anything. How the fuck are you about to owe this man twice?

Fine. Whatever. It's not like you have to use it. Could just barter it. Not like you’re going to see him again. You take the gun, biting back a retort.

He nods his approval. The steely look in his eyes softens, though he still looks dismayed. "Mind where you point that. And when you pull it. Biters'll hear it for a mile and come running. Survivors, too. The curious ones." He glances at your bandaged arm one more time. Then he adjusts the bag over his shoulder and turns his back, walking away from you. Back to camp. "Am expectin' you to keep yourself alive with that," he growls. "Or else it's a lot of good time and material I wasted on ya."

"I didn't ask you to waste your breath," you retort, practically snarling at his retreating back in your irritation. You watch him go until he's disappeared into the trees. You need to make sure he doesn't plan on doubling back and following you.

Then you set off on your own. You take a winding path to throw off any trackers. Never can be too cautious. The gun in your pocket is heavy against your thigh, and you try not to think of it as a comforting security.

You came here to get Roach back, and you don’t care how long you have to wander this Godforsaken forest. You’re not leaving without him.

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Soap feels your eyes on him until you disappear.

He wants to divorce himself from this, but he’s on edge. People who strike out on their own here come to a nasty end. But he’s not going to take away your agency by deciding what's best for you. You were right about him not being a soldier, after all. He doesn’t have the authority to herd you back to his squad’s campsite. Your life is in your own hands.

He just hopes you live to do better than he believes you will.

That night, he sleeps restlessly. Which is why, when he hears a cluster of gunshots in the distance, he wakes up instantly. It's you. In trouble.

The night watch—Gaz tonight—is already there, tossing Soap's gun to him. "You were right," Gaz says.

"Course I was," Soap says with a lopsided grin. "Owe me a ten-piece in the next poker game, aye?"

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[part 1] / part 2 / part 3

more Soap / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

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i-drop-level-one-loot · 7 months

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🎃 Good enough to Eat

Licking CW: bound reader, abduction, body worship (receiving), teasing, drugging, dub-con, body image issues

The reflection in the mirror glared at their body, turning in circles to fully appreciate how bad they looked in this outfit. It was such a stereotypical thing to do that (Reader) felt ashamed, but that didn't stop them, not when their skin was squishing out over the top of their jeans. Their best friend was waiting in the living room for them to hurry up, but every shirt they put on laid weird on their body, even their favorite band tee. It was just going to be one of those days.

(Reader) left the bathroom mopey, struggling to look happy. Their attempt failed completely when Vince pulled out his phone to take a picture of them.

"Not today V."

"What? Why?! We never get to hang out anymore, and I want some pictures of us." The man whined, jokingly pouting to hide his real disappointment.

"I'm just..." (Reader) tugged on their shirt subconsciously, "not feeling it."

Vince's eyes narrowed, his joking demeanor fading into an empty glare (Reader) had never seen before, worrying them. "I can't do this. I wanted to do this the right way, but you're pissing me off."

Before (Reader) could question their friend he shoved his fingers into their mouth, pressing a bitter tasting pill into their throat and forcing it down. They tried to jump back, but Vince held (Reader's) head, clasping their mouth shut until they swallowed and holding them still until it kicked in. First their muscles grew heavy, then (Reader) couldn't hold their eyes open, collapsing into Vince's arms.

(Reader) woke up hours later, completely naked and hands chained to the ceiling above them, arms twisted in an angle where they couldn't pull up and dangling just high enough for their toes to touch the floor. In the dark of the cellar, Vince stood in front of (Reader) with his arms crossed, a disappointed look on his handsome face.

"Vince? Where am I...?"

"Mmm.. my house." Vince was uncharacteristically upset, his voice cold and eyes weary with frustration.

"Why-?"

"You know, I had this whole date planned out for us. I was finally going to confess to you." He looked down, rubbing his hands together. "But you're so damn insecure, I know if I told you today that I've been in love with you for the past seven years you wouldn't have believed me."

A strange ache stabbed into (Reader's) heart; a conflicting mixture of his congestion causing it to skip a beat and pain from their anxiety. He was right, they didn't deserve his love. Ignoring the fact that he had just kidnapped them, Vince was the most attractive man (Reader) had ever seen off the big screen.

"Vince, I-"

"So, before I officially confess to you, I need you feeling better about yourself, so you accept me." Vince walked over, a sick smile creeping over his features. "You are so fucking beautiful. I've never met anyone as sexy as you."

"Vince, I'm sorry... If you let me go we can pretend like this never happened.."

He cocked his head. "Why would I want to do that? I finally have you all to myself, and you want me to pretend like I've never had the privilege to see you like this?"

(Reader) sniffled, ashamed, both by how exposed they were and by his sweet talking. "Please stop-"

"You don't believe me.. That really hurts my feelings, (Reader). It was bad enough hearing you criticize the person I love all the goddamn time, but even now you're looking at me like I'm a liar." He pressed his nose against their cheek, inhaling their scent. "Which is so unfair, when you look good enough to eat."

His sharp canines bit into (Reader's) neck as his rough hands caressed their body, rubbing their chest and the spot between their shoulder blades. (Reader) cried out, both in surprise and from pain, before squirming in discomfort as he ran his tongue over his teeth marks.

Vince seemed to enjoy the reaction he got from licking (Reader's) neck, because he moved down, chasing the shivers he was sending down their body. His calloused palms gripped (Reader's) flesh, digging his fingers into their soft body selfishly. His hot muscle left wet trails down (Reader's) goosebumps, greedily tasting their body.

He left hickies from his sucking and biting, bruising their nipples from enthusiasm. Every time he latched on it was hard enough to draw blood, but was quick to soothe the stinging with kisses, cleaning the red droplets with his tongue. Vince ignored (Reader's) pleas and whines, enraptured by the taste he had dreamt of for so long.

"You are so beautiful.." He groaned dreamily, pawing at himself through his pants as he planted butterfly kisses down to (Reader's) hip, turned on by their shudders under his feather soft touches. Sliding into his knees, Vince gazed up at (Reader) with lust. "Please say that you believe me now."

"Vince.." (Reader) was torn between their embarrassment and how good they felt.

His lips attached to their sensitive skin right next to their groin, tickling them. The area was so sensitive to the touch that they arched their spine to get their pelvis away from the teasing kisses, but lost their footing, rocking back into Vince's face.

The man continued licking and kissing everywhere but (Reader's) genitalia, encouraged by their responsiveness. He wouldn't gift them release, not until they felt have much he craved their body.

"Do you believe me now?" His heavy panting against their skin was almost as unbearable as his spider light brushing.

Desperate to be let down, (Reader) whined "Yes! I believe you.."

"Does that mean you'll let me be your man?" Another kiss, closer towards their painful arousal. (Reader's) thighs quivered and butterflies erupted in their belly.

"Yes!"

"Because you know that I love you?" The fluid leaking down (Reader's) leg was licked off hungrily.

"God, yes!"

"And you love me too?"

"Yes! I love you, I love you too, Vince!"

As soon as he got his confirmation, (Reader's) legs were draped over his shoulders.

(Reader's) toes curled as Vince's tongue swirled around their most delicate parts, drinking in their essence. His mouth devoured (Reader), crushing his face with their pelvis, pulling them harder into his jaw, hands on their buttocks pushing them in.

"Vince, I'm gonna cum.." (Reader) pathetically whimpered, feeling his tongue fuck them faster.

A wave a shame followed their climax, insecure suddenly over their orgasm. But that brief thought immediately dissipated as Vince didn't stop, taking all of their juices and continuing his assault on their sensitive nerves, pushing them past the point of pleasure. Tears poured from (Reader's) eyes as they tried to wiggle out of his iron grip.

But Vince continued until he came, pulling away to breathe as he moaned out, staining his jeans. His face returned to the kind looking Vince (Reader) knew and adored, smiling up at (Reader) sweetly as though he hadn't just abducted and assaulted (Reader).

"Thank you for accepting my feelings, gorgeous."

#kinktober #cw abduction #cw dubcon #cw drugging #cw body image #teasing #kissing #yandere x reader #x reader #oc x reader

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mythbringer-mayhem · 3 months

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GODDAMNIT

man, I was just scrolling and now I'm a goddamn Raidioapple shipper what the FUCK

Ok ok-

And now I'm going to elaborate just because.

I was expecting someone out there to ship Lucifer and Alastor the second I heard Hell's Greatest Dad. I mean- two people singing/arguing over being father figures? Sounds gay to me /pos. The internet sure does love it's enemies to lovers (me included. I'm hopless lmao.)

BUT. I have specifics for this ship.

I hate it when people just look at Alastor's aromanticism/asexuallity and just go "nah. I'm just gonna do it anyways." I used to headcanon Alastor as complete aroace in the sense that he just can't feel that way for someone (this is not meant to sound like "oh he can't love anyone :( he's incapable" I mean specifically a romantic/sexual relationship.) Then fucking short ass king of hell arrives, and Alastor just IMMEDIATELY chooses violence.

I didn't think much of that besides "oh that's a little interesting," and then I stumbled across Radioapple and had to take a double take. My brain needed to figure out how that would work, like how it would start, flourish, ineract, yadda yadda-

.....so now I consider Alastor Demiromantic-

(I'm still goddamn writing jeez-)

Read on if you like random people looking wayyyyyy too much into fictional characters.

Headcanon timeeeeeeeee

When Lucifer and Alastor first meet, Alastor is surprised Lucifer doesn't know who he is. Up to this point, everyone knows about the terrifying radio demon, so it must be a little weird for someone to be completely ignorant to his existence. Especially when that person should probably know the ins and outs of what's going on- ....because he's the fucking king of hell.

This is something new for Alastor. It made him curious. When you're curious, you try to learn more right? So, Alastor starts pushing Lucifer's buttons, seeing how he reacts. On Lucifer's end, Alastor's just being a smug asshole. However his true intentions are information on the esteemed oh-so-powerful king of hell. Maybe Alastor doesn't quite know where this fascination comes from, but regardless he wants to learn more. I can picture him progressively bothering Lucifer more and more (this is his unique way of getting to know him semi-discreetly)

As well as figuring out what ticks him off, Alastor would also probably passively learn things Lucifer likes. For instance, he finds out what Lucifer's favorite alcoholic drink is or something- bare with me- Let’s say Lucifer has a rough day, and it's very clear to everyone in the hotel. While he's frustrated in his own room, he hears a knock at the door. Answering it, he finds his aforementioned favorite drink. At this point, he wouldn't know who left it. But after a while, he'd be able to figure out it's Alastor through process of elimination. (This is inspired by a comic I saw! :))

Now we've got Alastor trying to discreetly be kind to Lucifer, and Lucifer is aware without his knowledge. And Lucifer would call him out for it lmao. Slowly, they'd start acting friendlier towards each other. It would take a long, long time though. The slowest slow burn of them all. They'd hang out more, do things, kick angel ass, have friendly banter, do stuff with Charlie. Untill Alastor finally realizes that he might have a crush on Lucifer. Though, I feel he'd take a while to fully figure that out, do some soul searching, maybe go to Rosie for advice.

Then they'd confess. Or they wouldn't lol. I can totally see them going on what is essentially a date, even though they just consider it "hanging out". It would be a quiet relationship. Something you'd miss if you aren't looking for it, but it is there. They both just need someone they can rest with in my opinion.

These ideas are probably sporadic and nonsensical- but I ✨️don't care✨️ I just needed to rant about the old timey deer man and the short depressed apple gremlin.

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eustasskidagenda · 7 months

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Eustass Kid x Reader - S/O reacting to his phantom pain crisis

Resume : Eustass Kid is having a phantom pain crisis in front of his s/o for the first time. It's just a headcanon of mine, I honestly think Kid is facing that kind of symptoms since the loss of his arm and only Killer knows about it.

CW : a lot of cursing (from Kid, duh), mention of sex, hurt & comfort.

WC : 1787

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It’s your first time sleeping together. Kid is already snoring loudly on his side of the bed, your legs entwined beneath the bedsheets. You’re holding him from behind, in a lovely spooning position. You never thought Kid would actually, like to be the little spoon, but here he’s, sleeping heavily with your arms wrapped around his large and toned bare chest. Despite the peacefulness of the night, the intense and rough sex session you just had and the fresh air of the night, slowly caressing your face through the open window and the sweet moonlight shining on your skin, you’re unable to fall asleep. The whole situation is just new to you and it makes you so nervous. You’re afraid of doing something embarrassing if you dare to close your eyes. What if Kid is disgusted by your face when you sleep? You know your questionings are idiots, but yet, it’s haunting you.

With a low sigh, you nuzzle your head again Kid’s strong back, tracing his scars with your fingers. You love how warm and toned his body feels against yours. And you love even more how Kid’s hair are all sprawl out like a fire halo on the pillow. He looks so beautiful with his hair down, anytime he takes off his goggle, you fall again for him. You gently run your fingers through the red hair. It’s soft, it even surprised you the first time. You never thought someone as tough as Kid could actually care that much about his hairstyle and skin. "Being a punk is a whole lifestyle" as he loves to remind you all the damn time he takes an eternity in the bathroom.

You smile against Kid's back. It seems like he's a heavy sleeper, not even perturbed by your hand running through his hair. You fondle his face, retrace the scars crossing his eyes, slowly but surely starting to feel sleepy. Just when you can't keep your eyes open anymore, Kid starts to move harshly, almost convulsing. In his sleep, he's cursing and groaning. But not with that usual tough and husky voice. He sounds more… desperate.

Vulnerable.

"Hey, Kid, what's wrong?" You ask, but he doesn't answer, still trapped in his own dreams. You turn on the candle lamp, only to see Kid sweating, his face twisted in a painful expression. Your heart twisted painfully. You never thought Kid could look that miserable and helpless. "Hey, please, wake up, it's alright, I'm here," You whisper next to his ear. Still breathing hardly and sweating, your boyfriend groan louder, cursing again and again. A litany of "shit" and "fuck" coming out of his lips. "Killer," he whispers pathetically.

You hesitate to indeed call his best friend, because you're totally clueless. But when you decide to stand up and look for help, Kid sit up straight in the bed, eyes wide open and his hand wrapped around… nothing. You can't help but notice how red and wet his eyes are. Again and gain, his hand look for something it can't find. "Kid… please talk to me, what's going on?" You try to hide how stressed and afraid you feel. "My arm, it fucking burns," He yelps, short of breath.

His hand continue to look for his missing arm. With a moan of nothing but pain, he grabs his stump, holding back another whine. "Please, talk to me, I don't understand," You hate how you sound: almost begging. In your chest, your heart is racing really fast, almost painfully. What's going on? Seeing your boyfriend in such a suffering is really breaking you in pieces. His burden looks so heavy to carry for a single person. "My arm… it fucking burns… it feels like goddamn electric shock…"

And then, you finally understand. You already heard about it before: phantom pain. Common for amputated victims. Still breathing heavily, Kid try to wrap his hand around his missing arm, but the only thing he can reach for is the emptiness. Even if he hides it with his hair, you can notice some tears running down his cheeks as he lies back on the bed, his body almost convulsing with the pain. "Fuck!" Kid growls. "Fucking arm. Fucking body!" And this is why Kid was always avoiding you sleeping with him. Not because he wasn't feeling comfortable with you. But, because he was scared to have a crisis in front of you. To look fragile, human. But you're together in this mess, and in everything. "I've got you. Just tell me how to help," You whisper soothingly, entwined your fingers with his.

Kid avoids your gaze, writhing in pain, making a mess with the bedsheets. The sweat drips from his forehead and he bites his lips, trying to shut down his snorting. "Massage the stump. Or wrap it in a warm towel," Your body immediately starts to move, and you gently start to massage Kid's stump. The skin is warm, soft, except along the scars where the touch is more rough and coarse. It's the first time he allows you to touch this part of his body. This man has no shame nor reserve when it comes to nudity, and yet, he never allowed you to touch his stump, always snarling every time your hands reach for his left shoulder. He must really feel bad to let you touch him in such an intimate way. He sits again, his back leaning against the wall and his breathe heavy with the pain. "Fuck," He continues to growl and a drop of sweat slide along his neck. With each shaky breathe, he curses. "I know it's disgusting," He growls as your fingers continue to fondle the stump, trying to soothe the pain. "Why?" He shrugs. "It's ugly," You smile. "Nothing about you is ugly. Just let me help you. Do you feel better?" He shakes his head. "Sometimes, my crisis can last a whole day. Usually, Killer just massage the stump or help me to take a hot bath. Warmth can help. When the crisis is light, he uses a mirror," You raise an eyebrow. "A mirror?" Kid curses again. "Shit! Yeah, a goddamn mirror, it's just some shitty trick to fool my brain,"

He's not doing well, even with your help. Fighting against another spams crisis, Kid growls, eyes wet and body covered of sweat. His hand hit the mattress, his movement full of pain, anger and powerlessness. "Let me help you to take a bath." You whisper, still fondling the stump. It doesn't feel swollen under your fingers, that the tricky stuff with phantom pain. "No way. I hate water, I feel weak in it."

Well, actually, right now, he's already weak and vulnerable. "Stop being a child and let me help you. If a bath can help, then, we need to try."He snarls angrily. "I don't want to look like a shit in front of you!" You gently stroke his cheek. "It's okay, Kid, you're still the same for me: annoying and goddamn loud. Seeing you in such a state would never change how I feel about you." He tries to fight back, but the pain is too much to bear and he just let out a slow moan of pain, more sweating dripping from his forehead. He can't resist anymore, almost breaking down because of the unbearable pain. So when you help him to get up, he just shut up, avoiding your gaze, trying to not fall apart as you lead him to the bathroom. "Ugh," he complains as you lock the door behind the two of you and let the hot water running down the bathtub. He knows what's going to happen and already feels so damn ashamed. He mumbles while taking off his underwear. The bathroom is slowly turning steamy with all that warm water. "Here it is." You help Kid to sit in the tub, and his body immediately starts to soften. You know he will not talk in such a situation, ain't no way for the sake of his pride, he lets you hear how ridiculous his voice sound when the cursed water affects him.

Nicely, lovingly, you fondle his stump covered of warm water. Kid closes his eyes, his breathe still messy and shaky from pain. He doesn't want to look at you. He feels ashamed by his current state. No one, except Killer, never took care of him like this. Since his childhood, he's used to fight for almost everything. Life makes him tough, pitiless, violent. He had to fight the whole time, only to have the right to stay alive. And yet, you're here, not even disgusted while touching his stump. What has he done to deserve someone as passionate, strong and yet tender like you? Your gentle massage combined to the warm water slowly ease the pain. His breath is less harsh, eyes shut less tightly too. "Want me to wash your hair?" He doesn't answer, just nod as you grab some shampoo to wash his precious red hair. You slowly bend to kiss his temple. Maybe it's bad to have that kind of thoughts now, but Kid looks so beautiful, his naked body all wet, muscles glistening of water, hair down, hair pulled back. Without the eyeliner and red lipstick, Kid looks a bit younger, less tough, but always that damn handsome. You fondle his head, then his tensed shoulders, and finally the stump. "Does it happen often?" You ask curiously and he just nods. "It's calm when you're quiet." He snarls angrily, but keeps his mouth shut. You chuckle and grab his chin, bending for a sweet kiss.

The solace of the minute embraces his chest. He remains quiet, just enjoying the peacefulness of the moment. Later, when you lead him back to the bedroom, he lies back on the bed and finally speaks. "Sorry about this," He groans, hiding his face with his forearm. "Don't be sorry. I love you, even through the suffering. I'm with you, always."

He just rolls on his side, showing you his back. Yeah, your dear Kid will never be good with talk. Even more than kind of deep conversation. The ones acknowledging he's just a normal human, with failures. You sigh and lie next to him, kissing his stump, just to let him know how much you love him, despite his missing arm and all the phantom pain crisis he'll have to face in the future. "You can sleep with me every night, now." He just mumbles before falling right back asleep.

You can't help but smile against his back, as sleep finally takes you. Through the small open windows, the moon, up in the sky, looks like she's watching the two of you.

End talk : English is not my first language, I apologize for the potential mistakes or weird sentences. My requests are open.

#eustass kid x reader #one piece headcanons #kid x reader #eustass kid headcanons #kidd x reader #eustass kid #eustass kidd x reader #eustass kid imagine #eustass kid x y/n #eustass kid x you

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ineedtherapist · 1 year

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Ca we have the crusaders with a touch starved Fem!s/o? She is like and at the same time loves to give affection back!

Eyyyoooo I have some free time today so LET'S FCKING GOOO

This idea is so fcking cute AHAHJAJ

13/12 =I'm sorry cuz I kinda lost idea on polnareff and avdol💀

side note: HELP- I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE FR-

Crusaders with a touch starved fem!s/o hcs

Jotaro

"...yare yare daze. C'mere"

Jotaro is crazily good with physical touches. Like bro is Holly son and Joseph grandson. One way or another he definitely carry that genes in him.

This guy is stupidly observant, prob already notice about it but never says a thing.

OMG I HAVEN'T WRITE FOR AGES I'M LOSING MY TOUCH

He's a mysterious typa guy so yes he wouldn't reciprocate that much when in public but I guaranteed you when both him and his s/o are alone he'll initiate the first move.

Doesn't mind his s/o touch him as long as they understand his boundaries.

Actually loves,enjoy N appreciate it especially after having a rough day.

HANDS ON HEAD HANDS ON HEAD HANDS ON HEAD-

and on waist too as a matter of fact.

while laying down.

cuddling.

forehead kissing.

their s/o rambling bout their day

and him listening with occasional 'mmhmm and then?"

yeah. feel a bit too personal ifykyk

When he actually knows how much his s/o love physical contact he'll try to do it subtly but as much as possible and won't say a thing if they do it to him in public. cue to Holly kissing his cheek every morning

Sometimes most of the time Polnareff gonna tease him and his s/o and it kinda went like this :

"Hey joot! ya mind if I borrow ur sweetheart for a sec? I'm having a severe withdrawal symptoms from being single as heck. Now c'mere lov- AAughHhhGhh????!! GODDAMN IT JOTAR- FUCK! I'M GONNA DIE! JOTARO!!!!"

Everytime he did that, Jotaro gonna summon star platinum to hug him instead and well- all of the crew get to see a fcking 20+ yr old scream in absolute agonize and by the end of the "cuddling" sessions his face covered with snot and tears.

Due from that absolutely horrifying scene oldseph keep his words to himself though there are still times where we can actually see quite the scene.

Kakyoin would be a bit embarrassed, not in a bad way just kinda surprised with what's happening in front of him though when he get used to it, he's silently cheering for both of his friends.

Avdol takes pictures of all the little cute scenes and put it in a collection.

Marriage present he will say with a small smile.

Kakyoin

"...yes... I'm free.. r u sure? 'kay then. here- OMPF"

This guy is def as touch starved as his s/o. Worse, unlike his s/o, man doesn't even notice it.

Kakyoin sees physical contacts as an act of professionalism and rarely initiate one unless necessary.

He does it with his parents ofc but again very rarely and mostly on special occasions.

Think about it a lot actually but never voice it out especially if his s/o barely try to show they wants it.

When they did, oh boy it's one hell of a ride.

He'll get awkward at first but gradually warm up and well- get ready cuz you're prob will be in contact with him all the time no matter how big or small.

hand holding? yes. hand on waist while being side by side? yes. resting heads on each other laps? yes. shoulder touching while sitting? yes.

He'll be and look really dejected if his s/o says no w/o a proper reason.

Though he is an introvert and will understand if you needed some space. Just give him a heads-up kay? poor boy think his s/o losing interest in him.

WILL search up in books or online on "how to hug a person" or "101 absolute ways on how to not be a creep when initiating physical contact"

He's embarrassed with pda mainly cuz he's not used to it but he tried to make it up later in private .

He also will try to actually be comfortable and open, letting himself to relish and return the affection.

Is absolutely overjoyed with the fact that his s/o love physical contacts cuz honestly deep down he really wanted to bond and be comfortable with the person he loves and the area he really lacks in are well- human contact.

He's glad his s/o is there to teach him.

Another one that'll summon his stand to make a- *ehem* two adult cry because they're as joot always say "being a pain in the ass"

Olseph

"c'mere babe! it's cuddly wuggly time."

Bro the best and warmest teddy bear ever been alive.

#1 physical contact lover.

Hug and kiss his s/o all the time.

Small simple contacts like hand holding while walking through the streets traveling.

Hands on ur laps.

No I will not elaborate.

SITTING IN HIS LAPS.

That can go two ways and again no I will not elaborate.

Though he would absolutely loves it if his s/o sit on his laps while both him and his s/o relaxing.

A normal sunny day on a porch. Him reading a newspaper with his s/o on his laps snuggling doing whatever they're doing.

Absolutely hyped when he knows how much his s/o wanted to be in physical contact cuz again that's his forte.

Tickle his s/o while him and his s/o in bed, just woke up from sleep.

And when his s/o return his gestures?

God.

He definitely make a right choice.

It always a contest between who can give more affection and surprise the others. the hell this is too cute Bye-

Flex in front of the crew all the time and no he doesn't get embarrassed. why would he? his s/o is the happiest things ever happened to him. he'll be damned to give two shits.

Polnareff

"Mon Amour~! can I rest on ur lap? pretty pleaseee"

#2 physical contact lovers.

Also hyped cuz his s/o wanted to be pampered and loves to pamper him back? HELL YEAH

He's extreme. that's for sure.

Zero conscience.

Hug? Kiss? Snuggle? Cuddle? Princess style carry? Name it and he'll be doing just that in a heartbeat.

Once him and his s/o in each other arms, it will took a lot of effort for him to actually let go

The type that surprisingly jealous and won't let his s/o do it to anyone else unless under circumstances.

Get tease a lot but never done anything. Bro confident in his abilities and charm as a man.

Avdol

"yes, I'm free. Of course! Here."

CUTIE AJJSJAJAJA

Ok look like I have every right to fangirl cuz bro so sweet with his s/o.

Avdol is reserved so he doesn't show much of a need or want to be in any literal human contact so it gonna make his s/o a bit nervous.

BUT!

He adores it. He thinks it cute and a symbol of deep trust between two ppl especially coming from someone as special as his s/o.

He reciprocate it whether public or private.

Hand holding. cuz it's sexy u can't change my mind

Very open and accepting in general.

Encourage you and also love to be pamper.

Honestly one of the most loving and normal guy in jjba fr and the crew itself fr.

ahhhh idk what to write but this man is an absolute cutie.

Doesn't get jealous since he trust his s/o.

Actually talk to his s/o about coming to him whenever they're in dire need of human contacts.

Doesn't get teased that bad by the crew. They're just genuinely happy to see avdol and his s/o relationship cuz it have calming and very comforting vibe.

Joseph tease him once in a while but nothing severe.

A bit possessive depending on the circumstances.

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comicaurora · 9 months

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If you've finished The Dragon Prince, S5, what's your opinion? Personally I'm still processing everything and there were a few things I was kind of "ehhhhh" about, but those were just one-off moments and overall I'm satisfied, even though it ended up playing out very differently from how I was expecting (for one, I was certain Aaravos would be getting out by the end of the season).

I liked it a lot!

SPOILERS AND STUFF:

Because I liked it a lot, most of my more specific thoughts are about the few things that sort of jarred me a little bit and felt a little rough or strange. But before I get to that I wanna list some of the stuff I loved:

Soren! My sweet boi has finally gotten the acknowledgement the previous seasons denied him. Soren locking eyes with Deadwood and going "yo same issues" was incredible, and after the last season treated his abduction by and confrontation with his abusive father as 90% comedy funtime hijinks in a nightgown, it was really refreshing to see him get a chance to actually shine in a serious, heartwarming context and be narratively rewarded for it.

In fact, that whole sequence with the pirates was incredible. I knew there was no way they were gonna cleanly outrun the bad guys, but I was not expecting how exactly they would catch up.

They did a lot of elegant work this season setting up Claudia as going from being family-motivated to being anger-motivated, and I like that, because at the rate things are going she's gonna run out of family to be motivated by in T-minus one episode, and if she's going to continue being the main boots-on-the-ground antagonist she's going to need some new motivation to swap out for her dad. Showing her actively reveling in having power over creatures that used to frighten her is a clever way to ease into that.

Viren's arc this season of being forced to confront his own coping mechanism, "I had no choice", was damn elegant. He had to realize he did have a choice the whole time, even if it was a choice between two bad options - he took every step along the path of his own free will, and he can choose to stop walking at any time. I'm not anticipating a redemption arc - my guess is Aaravos is going to let him die and just keep his soul imprisoned with him, "your soul is my treasure" and all that - but it was a very cool way to confront the audience and Viren with his humanity, which is easy to lose sight of when he spends all his time being a horrible dick.

The stuff with the Nova Blade screams "sneaky poetic double meaning" and there's absolutely no way it can actually kill Aaravos. The fact that the novablade and the three quasar diamonds they need to let Ruunan out of his coin after four goddamn seasons are all in the same place called the Starscraper that is so most definitely a boss arena makes me absolutely certain that they won't get there until some sort of final battle or immediately-pre-final-battle confrontation, but it's also almost guaranteed that the novablade is not going to cleanly resolve everything because the characters were realistically sus about that poem but quickly dismissed their entirely reasonable concerns. My guess is the novablade has already stabbed Aaravos once and he's the dude from the poem who was somehow both immortal and "no more," which feeds into the other thing they're 100% setting up, which is that Callum is one thousand percent going to be the one who lets him out in an ill-fated attempt to save his loved ones, which would cleanly make Callum three for three. Which segues into my "things that bothered me a little bit" zone-

Every time there's a story where the heroes are like "we're going to make our way through the incredibly circuitous and hard-to-navigate traps and secrets to finally find our way to the closely-guarded and ludicrously dangerous macguffin so we can take it with us and put it somewhere much less guarded" I feel my investment slip just a little, because how can anybody be surprised when the bad guys then get ahold of it with a tenth of the effort it would've taken them to get through the circuitous treasure hunt themselves? Claudia was not on track to figuring out the secret in time, and Aaravos didn't seem to have a way to tell her directly, and once the deadline ran out she'd have almost no reason to want to release Aaravos anymore. I worry this plotline could've solved itself if the heroes hadn't inexplicably concluded that they could guard a magical prison better than a centuries-deep conspiracy of archmages and archdragons.

The Dragon Prince character writing is usually rock-solid and very good at showing slow growth and development, while occasionally being vulnerable to characters seemingly losing their braincells to facilitate plot points that they would reasonably be too smart to let happen. That happened a few times this season, most notably with Zubeia getting very clearly bit by a shadowbeast - something we know everyone riding on her back saw, because Corvus intervened to get it off her and nearly died in the process, and we later see Soren talking to her about it - which means Amaya at minimum, and probably Callum and Rayla as well, should reasonably be expected to have both the information "a wound from a shadowbeast magically festers and turns the infected victim into a shadowbeast" and "zubeia was injured by a shadowbeast." So it's a bit weird that this doesn't come up and they just leave her alone about it, and only Soren - who doesn't know about shadowbeast stuff - even asks her about it.

I have this theory that there was a draft of the season's plot where the main characters had access to a different space of information - for instance, knowing about Zubeia's wound and its implications instead of her inexplicably brushing it off, hiding its true severity and then nearly dying. The most notable instance of this feeling struck me in the same episode, when right after Amaya's incredibly dramatic "go!" moment and the gang are about to fly away, Callum pointedly looks down one last time, then sees her shove Corvus and herself into the book drop, and he says "they made it into the book drop! they'll be totally fine!" and then they fly away. It feels a little jarring because it seemed like the natural flow of the episode would've been to let Amaya and Corvus's sacrifice play out as expected, with Chekov's Book Drop at their backs to save them as soon as the heroes were out of sight. Then Amaya and Corvus could show back up later in a big heroic moment, possibly even keeping the camera off them until Amaya rides to Janai's rescue a few episodes later - a classic "aragorn goes over the cliff jk he's fine" style reveal.

The reason they didn't do this, I think, is because it would've been hard for the kid heroes to be quippy-fun-time jokey-joking mere hours after losing their last living relative to presumed horrible zombie death. And I get that! But I think that was a notable factor in the way some of the episodes were structured around making sure that the heroes mostly got to spend their time being light-hearted and funny, which meant troubling information was artificially kept from them and encouraging information was shoehorned into their eyeline in slightly contrived ways so they could stay safely partitioned away from the actually heavy emotional implications of their situation. That's why I think the pirate episodes hit the audience as hard as they did, because suddenly the story dipped really seriously into the extremely painful and scary side of this otherwise fun and exciting fantasy adventure, and the characters shone in the unusually serious environment.

I kinda feel the same about Viren, but in the opposite direction. He spent the entire season comatose and safely partitioned away from the other characters, and while his highly symbolic coma dreams were extremely cool and revelatory to see, it feels like a squandering of his character potential to keep him from interacting with anyone but Aaravos - which is why I think they're gonna keep his ghost around at minimum. Hell, maybe Claudia will take a page out of his book and store him in a coin for safekeeping. Either way, they've had no problems sticking Viren on the proverbial shelf for seasons at a time and it seems like it's just too convenient for them to stop now. Viren's inner life is very cool, but I want to see him actually interact with the real world, because he's so bad at it.

I don't really know why the sunfire civil war thing is still happening, and my only theory is that Aaravos is still influencing the bald elf guy he possessed to kill the Queen back in season 3, meaning that these guys will be bolstering the ranks of General Problems in season 6 onward. I don't mind that concept, but I kind of feel like the problem they're running into is they killed their actually interesting Dickhead Royal back in season 3, and without Prince Kasef they have to make do with We Have Kasef At Home, aka Karim, who's not good enough at machiavellian scheming to be interesting and not enough of a dickhead to be fun to watch. They didn't even let Amaya take one of his eyes and make him look cooler, so I can only assume he'll be usurped as the primary threat next season and replaced with someone actually threatening, aka Aaravos. It seems plausible that Aaravos is going to sell both the poison and the cure, promising a way to fix Lux Aurea's corruption, but it's just a weirdly disconnected plot thread at present.

The thing with the ocean archmage felt like a very transparent Yoda homage, which started out cute and then went on about three times longer than I wanted it to, and it kind of highlighted the running theme of how every new character in this story is introduced saying "I absolutely cannot let you do this thing you need to do to progress the plot, no way no how." and then after some arguing and quips and ten minutes of wasted time and optional sidequests they're like "you may now proceed with the story." The ocean archdragon had the exact same gimmick in the opening scene, even the pirates were introduced that way. I think part of the reason the pirate episode felt so different and cool is that it broke the episodic formula in almost every way and highlighted some character tropes that the lighthearted tone doesn't normally allow for, which is why people keep describing it as "like a fanfic, but in a good way!" It took the characters we were at this point very familiar with and put them in a Situation, and fans love it when characters get put in Situations.

Kinda feels like the show only remembers Ezran has geopolitical kingly responsibilities when it's most inconvenient for the gang, and while I find his presence in this season refreshing, it is a little weird that he can just run around adventuring and getting kidnapped by pirates without anyone bringing up how the throne and the crown are burdens like they've been banging on about for the previous four seasons. I assume that'll come back into focus later, but it ties into the same thing I've observed where it feels like the characters are very carefully contextualized to only have to consider serious responsibility things in very specific contexts, usually when it will facilitate actively frustrating character arcs and decisions, so they can just loosely quip and react to things the rest of the time.

Anyway I had a dang good time, excited for more! Harrow is one thousand percent in that bird.

#asks #not aurora #media recs

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lustrous-dawn · 2 months

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Some Positivity

I'm absolutely surprised I do not have an image of my sona with a heart so Zhen will have to do it. Especially given his ‘job’

The start of the year for me has been rough. The folks who know my situation know my words are a severe understatement but I can’t let that hold me down. But it has made it abundantly clear that I am loved.

Loved.

I genuinely have folks who love me for who am I.

I couldn't ask for any more words than that today.

I am loved for what I am and what I do and that's all I could ever ask for. And I love myself for it.

So today, lets give out a little bit of love to some folk today.

Edge; @casteliacityramen

I love how you are incredibly indecisive about reblogging some things on your side account. Something that means a lot to a character that someone may get a free hint on. I mean hell I used to do that all the time in my younger days to keep them on my brain to stay a little consistent on it. But man, I'm sure you've been hearing a lot from other people and honestly I'll be one of them hollering in the back about how we love Rio.

MepersonallyIwanttoseeRaybutwe’llgetthere.

The point is your story and characters have managed to grab people by the throat. You have an eloquent way of making them pretty relatable and gripping their attention.

Hope you're enjoying the day with your significant other :0

Owli; @askvekpa

I always wonder if you be like “THERE GOES THIS GIRL AGAIN ASKING FOR HER DANG LUGIAS TO BE DRAWN AGAIN.” I can't help myself. You're too damn good at your craft and your attention to detail on beasties, dragons and animals alike. It's praiseworthy so I hope you always treat yourself kindly when it comes to what you do. Also, you seem to be doing better in the anxiety department, or I hope so. It's been a pleasure to see you be more interactive as of late with others so I hope you have been able to adequately spread your wings in that environment and get better.

Vega; @pokitsune

MAN I SURELY DO MISS YOU RIGHT. I HAVE SO MANY BRAINWORMS ABOUT YAKO AND ROSHI FIGHTING AND TEA TIME WITH ROSHI. Then I remember you're literally a DM away and my ass is just straight-up forgetful. I remember you chatted away about your Ninetales lore and goddamn I was eating it up. It FUELED ME to be so motivated with my characters, you have no idea. And coupled with your old ask blogs, I am so glad we started to chat last year and I am always grateful you send me images of stuff I can relate with on my characters.

I hope you're having fun with FFXIV and I hope you and gf are doing something good today or both of you are taking some good ass time to relax.

Skins; @asksavel

I mean there are a lot of words I want to say. Overall it is always overwhelmingly positive. We were both there for each other in a horrible mental down. While mines is a bit still ongoing, you still have been sending me kind words and images to make the day all the more bearable. You noticed I have been withdrawn lately and you consider that when talking with me.

Communication. It's something I always prized and I really appreciate it when we have chatting. Thank you so much for being the person you are and helping me. It has meant a lot to me.

Kai; @bunnkick

I'm pretty sure you weren't expecting me to do this! But HA I GOT YOU NOW TODAY.

EVER SINCE YOU TOLD ME YOU CONSIDERED ME A FRIEND I HAVE BEEN LIKE A NERVOUS LITTLE PERSON TO CHAT MORE WITH YOU. I have been doing good to shoot messages your way to check in on you though and I'm proud of that much. Ah, I love your work man. I have been saying this for years as I have been working with you and imma saying it again, your style rocks man. And the chats we have, I love staying up for 3 hours to chat with ya. It's always a great time.

Now I gotta hit you up for shows. I have been watching some and I always loved your insight ~

#ooc #This will have to continue on Munday #Positivity

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I find it weird how Todd is a child abuser, Zlatko experiments on androids and turns them into monstrosities, Perkins betrays and kills Markus but yet Gavin is considered the worst person because he *checks list* doesn't consider androids alive (like almost everyone else in the game at that point) and doesn't trust Connor.

Among those you mention, Gav is by far the most justified. Yet I wanna clear some things up here bc I'm not a hypocrite.

1.) Todd -- who doesn't think androids are alive -- is an android child abuser.

"You don't want anything, you're just a goddamn piece of plastic." - Todd Williams

It's still phcked up that he's abusing/can kill something that resembles a kid to the T, but it's important to make that distinction. We see no proof of him abusing a human child (...even though it can be theorized bc his wife took their kid and left.)

Abusing an android kid is just as bad as abusing a human kid -- we know this -- but Todd doesn't see it that way, so that describes/partly justifies his reasoning. There's no such thing as 'abusing' a machine and that's how Todd sees it.

A lot of ppl are also (wrongly) infantilizing Con, so I'm not surprised that they consider Gav's bad treatment of Con worse than Todd's bad treatment of Alice who is a literal kid. Seems like most of them don't even care about Alice/kids in the 1st place (...and that says everything you need to know about these POS'.)

Mistreating a kid (Alice) is way more abhorrent than mistreating a grown-ass adult (Con.) Alice is also passive while Con often instigates conflict. So Todd is way worse than Gav by that alone.

2.) Zlatko -- who is aware androids are alive -- thinks he's doing them a favor.

"Believe me, you’re better off being erased and feeling nothing… No more pain… No more hopes dashed… I almost envy you." - Zlatko Andronikov

He's the worst among those four, but this is again a scenario where you need to see the situation from his perspective. Yet he knows they're alive/capable of emotions and that makes him a million times worse than Gav.

3.) Perkins -- who is aware androids are alive -- is doing his job.

"That android… [North] You seem to really care about her… You don't want her to die, do you?" - Richard Perkins

...and if the lover status isn't there

"You could have what you've always dreamed of." - Richard Perkins

In Perkins' eyes, it's about national security. Androids have killed humans (Partners/Stormy Night/Broken -- even if Markus didn't actually kill Leo or Carl, that's what the public thinks -- Zlatko/Spare Parts/etc. too many chapters to mention,) destroyed public property (Capitol Park,) hijacked media (The Stratford Tower,) demonstrated illegally (Freedom March,) etc. Not to mention that androids are superior to humans in every way and nothing tells Perkins that they won't eventually get violent if taking the peaceful route.

Yet his knowing androids feel makes him (as Zlatko) a million times worse than Gav.

"'Could always try roughing it up a little. After all, it’s not human…" - Gavin Reed

Meaning Gav doesn't think they're alive (unlike Zlatko and Perkins.)

Gav isn't the only character I (partly) defend on shit like this. I just defend the others 'less' bc 1.) they're worse, and 2.) they don't get nearly as much undeserved vitriol as Gav does. Something that's legitimately insane bc, again, they're way worse by a longshot and I'll explain why down below.

Con stans (fandom majority) are thinking emotionally instead of logically

ppl hate/envy Gav bc he's a conventionally attractive white man (you don't see a lot of Todd, Perkins, Zlatko, Leo, and Allen fans even if there are a minuscule few bc they're not conventionally attractive)

Funny that we don't see a lot of hate for Amanda. An AI or not, she's the worst influence in Con's life with her emotional manipulation. Something way worse than physical abuse. I wonder why... (not really bc *cough* you apparently can't say anything bad about a black woman without being racist/misogynistic *cough*) Ofc there are some ppl that aren't afraid to speak up against her, but it's nothing compared to the shit Gav gets.

It's also why I'm not talking about North often bc the majority are (rightfully) defending her already. My voice isn't needed there. Every single person -- other than me, in my experience -- who defends Gav is being spinelessly backhanded about it.

Defending someone doesn't mean you agree with them or condone their actions. It's simply proof that one has the empathy/critical thinking skills to understand their point of view. Something lacking nowadays.

#dbh #gavin reed #todd williams #zlatko andronikov #richard perkins #markus manfred rk200 #connor #detroit: become human #long post #Q&A #anonymous #*aydaptic

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guardevoir · 20 days

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So!

Arts and crafts convention!

I got dragged to one on very short notice because a friend I hadn't seen in forever suggested I take a quick little day trip to visit her and look at the spinning guild's con booth while I'm at it, and despite being notoriously bad with short-notice plans, I actually fucking got over myself for once!

It was fun! Even if I apparently remain completely incapable of dealing with crowds.

I found myself one of those little 3D-printed articulated dragons/lizards I've wanted since forever, got some assorted bits 'n bobs (like a cheesy metal raven skull pendant that'll go great with my vulture LARP character), and also got to hang out with the spinning folks for a bit.

Tried out a Kromski Fantasia (surprisingly pretty irl, and also a surprisingly nice, agile-feeling wheel for a double-treadle*, but ngl I'm still happy I went with my Kiwi, even if I still think it's comparatively really ugly. Turns out the upside of the rough-hewn boxy IKEA look is that it's incredibly fucking stable and has zero wobbling anywhere compared to the Fantasia or my vintage wheel), tried out one of the Ashford top-whorl spindles (they don't feel as heavy in person as you'd expect them to and I liked them a surprising amount (they are speedy!), but at the end of the day I find bottom-whorl spindles more comfortable to use)

Here's my tiny skein of very badly chain-plied yarn from that spindle:

(I promise I know how to chain ply better than that (vaguely), but between the sensory overload and the unfamiliar equipment, I'm glad I got a yarn out of it at all)

And they also let me take one of their "blended by random booth visitors" rolags!

This is very likely to turn into pure mud, but I was intensely intrigued by the mystery of it all.

*I'm sorry, I know people like their double treadles, but I just hate how they feel. If there had been a good, foldable budget option with one normal-width goddamn treadle I would have gone for that one immediately.

#guardy's fiber arts tag

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j-onedrabbles · 1 year

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𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒊𝒙: 20 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒕𝒆𝒔 cw: cursing wc: 0.8k

Y/n quickly dug through her closet to find something to wear. She didn’t plan on going out so she didn’t bother getting out of her pajamas this morning. Now she was going on a date? Utter panic.

“Pick up your goddamn phone Jisung,” Y/n muttered as she searched through her shirts.

“What do you want?” Jisung finally picked up his phone

“What do I wear?” She asked as she looked over at her phone she had propped up against near her closet while the video call rang.

“Y/n, baby, he’s not gonna care what you wear.”

“I was dressed damn near like a whore last night. I don’t wanna show up in sweats.”

“He’s already seen you at your sexist. Go with your comfiest. If he doesn’t like it, I’ll fight him.”

“I feel like I was better off calling Jinnie.”

“Rude! Minho’s one of my best friends, I know him best!”

“Then what do I wear?!”

“Something comfy and cute! It’s just coffee!”

“I know but still!”

“Don’t make me go to your place.”

“You don’t want to get out of bed and you know it.”

“You know me so well.”

Y/n grabbed a few items and showed them to her friend. Ultimately it was decided on jeans and an oversized T-shirt and sweater. Y/n slipped on a pair of sneakers as she grabbed her wallet and keys and made her way down the coffee shop, only hanging up with the changling when she got to the door.

Minho was standing in line and turned when he heard the door. He offered her a smile as she walked in and saw him. Y/n joined him in line, offering the same smile.

“Waiting long?” She asked as she stood next to him

“No. Got here a couple of minutes ago,” Minho shrugged, “How’s your morning been?”

“Quiet. Kind of planned to have a lazy day before this so I rushed to get ready,” Y/n laughed

“You're not doing anything over the break?”

“Not really. I have some work for courses I need to do but other than that I don't have much.”

The two followed the line as the next person stepped up to order. “No work?”

“I kinda quit my job so I'm looking for another one. I'm living off my savings at the moment.”

“Can I ask why?”

“After we get our drinks I’ll tell ya,” Y/n said as they stepped up to the register.

The two ordered their drinks before going and getting a seat at a table, “you didn't have to pay for mine,” Y/n commented

“I asked you out, I pay,” Minho replied, “back to what you were saying.”

“What were we talking about before?”

“Why you left your job,” Minho reminded her, thinking it was kind of cute that she had forgotten their previous topic.

“Oh yeah! It was a toxic work environment and I just didn't feel fully comfortable there,” Y/n explained

“I’m sorry to hear that.”

“It’s okay. My boss was this older lady who made it worse. It's the small boutique up the street and she never really like me because of me being a Fae and coworkers made it worse.”

“But she knew you were a Fae when she hired you?”

“No. She was out of town when I got hired. Her daughter was super nice to me. When the boss came back the dynamic shifted, so I left.”

“Is it hard finding a job as a siren?”

“Sometimes? It really depends. Small businesses usually will take any employee they can get in my experience so they don't care if you are human or fae. Corporates are a hit or miss.”

“Sounds kinda rough,” Minho sighed as one of the workers brought over their drinks. The two thanked them as they left.

“It's a little stressful. I'm just using this break to relax and hang out with my friends.”

“Are you going to any more parties?”

“Probably, I don't know. I just tag along with the guys. After the last one, I think we're all up in the air about frat parties.”

“Jisung told me about the rumor and why the guys left early.”

“Surprised you are only now hearing it,” Y/n chuckled as she sipped her drink

“I don't pay attention to the gossip. Seungmin likes knowing things so he brought it up.”

“I'm just surprised it made it here.”

“Bin said he wants to be invited next time we drink together. Not at a party.” Minho didn't want to dwell on the subject any longer

“I’ll let the guys know. They’ll be excited to have some more people over,” Y/n smiled

The two sat at the cafe for a bit longer talking and finishing their drinks. Minho offered a walk around the city which Y/n took him up on. The two walked and talked until the sun went down. Minho walked the girl back to her place before saying good night.

“Text me when you get home,” Y/n called before shutting her door. Minho smiled to himself as he made his way back to his own apartment.

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a/n: triple update today I guess 🤭

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neobaobei · 8 months

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Hitorijanai

Pairing: Bodyguard! Lover! Seungcheol x Rich! Engaged! Female Reader (ft. Fiance! Minjun)

Genre: Angst, Infidility AU

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: Lots of crying, curse words, cheating, violence (slap)

A/N: this is just pure angst with the MC's crying with e/o. idk who this minjun guy is but fuck him lmao

Summary: You are set to marry a person who you don't want to and also, because you are so much in love with another man. But what happens when you have just ten days for your marriage and no other options in you hand?

"Dad, but- but I don't like him-" the sound of a tight slap resonates through the room. The force of your dad's palm hitting your face pushing you down to the floor, your knees giving out as your eyes get teary, the pain in your heart much bigger than the pain of the slap.

You look up at your dad as he grabs you by your jaw, forcing you to look at him. "All these years you've been nothing but a fucking disgrace to the family and now, don't you fucking dare to put my pride down". He spats venomously as he lets of of your face harshly, letting your tears fall wet your cheeks.

Your dad leaves the room, not sparing a glance at you, mumbling something him.

You lower your head down as you let yourself go, crying as if there wasn't a man smirking, standing at the doorway of your room.

You look at the man, who was supposed to take care of you as your father told him to, but your dad doesn't know what his real intentions are.

Minjun, the devil in your room, your fiance, strides towards you, grabbing you by your shoulders forcing yourself to stand up and making you sit on your bed. Your gaze still fixated down as tears fall profusely.

He grabs your chin lightly trying to be gentle with you, but he doesn't know that he can never be gentle with his rough touch.

"Babe, you know it will be really easy for all of us if you would just confess that you love me.." he speaks, faking a soft tone. His finger tips grazing disgustingly soft on your cheeks. He tucks the small strands of hair behind your left ear, his index then making its way down your neck, trying to go lower.

You push his hands away from you, standing up defensively, wiping your tears. "You think I would ever love a man like you? You are nothing but a fucking mons-" second slap of the day lands on your face as your face turns left at the power.

He grabs you by your hair, pulling harshly on it, making you look at him. "Listen, you little bitch, this marriage is gonna happen, whether you like it or not! So, you better make up your mind, so that your life would be easy!" He exclaims, releasing you from the painful grip as he leaves the room, making you drop on the bed like a mess.

Right now, you don't want anything, but to be in his embrace.

Jus at the right moment, someone knocks your door. You weakly excuse them, expecting your house maid, who used to treat all his hits whenever Minjun came.

But to your surprise, you look at the person you were expecting. You look at the person who knocked the door, opening it waiting to enter after he makes sure that no one saw him enter your room.

You look at him as you saw him enter the room, locking it behind. You run into his embrace, crying harder than ever, but this time in relief that you finally got to see your lover.

"Cheol, I can't take it anymore!!" You cry in his embrace, wetting his black t-shirt that hugs his built perfectly. A bloach of your tear drop, wetting the exact spot of his left side. The wetness of your teardrop actually hurting his heart looking at you in this state.

"I can't stand him coming into my room everyday, acting as if he's the one I'm in love with! Acting as if I'm his goddamn wife! I can't do it anymore.! I- Please.. please, just do something.." you practically beg him, holding on to him tightly as if he was your last hope, which he was.

His heart couldn't take what he's witnessing right now. He's in no position to do anything against Minjun, let alone your dad who's practically the one paying his bills every month.

"Honey, please calm down. Please, sit down baby. Wait, let me get you some wa-"

"Just stay here with me" you cut him before he could even finish his sentence, pulling him into your bed, making you lay on top of him. You did not want to calm down. You just wanted him to hold you. You just wanted to be with him.

He just lays down there, holding on to you gently. His touch was the one that makes you feel warm and loved.

He really wants to do something. He really wants to set you free from this golden prison that you've been living your whole life. He would've done that by now if he wasn't just your bodyguard kept by Minjun to keep a track of you. Your bodyguard who was your childhood sweetheart that had your whole heart. Your bodyguard who you were so much in love with. Your bodyguard who loved you and fell harder than you did.

He wants to fight your dad. He wants to fight, no scratch that, he wants to kill Minjun. He wants to fucking kill him for hurting you, he wants to punch his ugly face for slapping you. But he knows what will be the consequences. He could get fired, he could get killed but what worries him the most is that he might not get to meet you again ever.

His heart wrenches at the way you painfully sob, holding onto his t-shirt tightly, trying so hard to calm down so that you wouldn't worry him even more. He couldn't stand seeing you like this, it physically hurt him so much.

"Honey… ca-can we… run away?" You ask quietly after trying your best to calm down. Your question making him sit up straight in shock.

"Y/N, what are you talking, we can't-"

"Are you fine with me getting married to that bastard?" You ask, eyes staring his, filled with nothing but extreme pain and hatred towards minjun. Even the thought about you marrying him made seungcheol clench his fist. But he cannot elope with you.

"Honey, I can't even stand seeing him close to you. I would die to see him marry you, Y/N. But… but I can't elope with you babe…" he whispered the last part, looking down not able to meet your eyes, breaking your heart. This was your last hope, you were ready to throw everything for him, but why is he like this now?

"But why? I want you coups, I love you so much. I want to be with y-"

"Y/N, I can't give you the life you deserve! I can't give you a comfortable life. I'm just a mere bodyguard whose family depends on your dad's salary. I'm sorry honey, but I would rather see you live comfortably with minjun than suffer with me-" you pull him into a kiss, his tears sliding down his cheeks along with your's.

You pull him closer to you by his shoulder with him holding onto your waist, tightly in fear of letting you go. His touch is nothing like the man who you called as your fiance.

Seungcheol made you feel loved while he made you feel sick. Seungcheol made you happy even with the little things while he made you scared even with his extravagant gifts. Seungcheol is the guy you love, while he is the guy who you want to get away from.

You both pull away from the kiss, tears flowing down your cheeks, so much pain in those eyes. You rest your forehead on his, throwing your arms around his shoulder, him hugging you waist.

"Cheol, I-I.. I love you. I don't love your house,I don't love your money, I fucking love you! I will be happy with you wherever I am. I will be happy with whatever you give me, heck, I'm more than happy even with your love. I will not be happy with him, honey… I'm not happy here.." you sob.

What did he do to deserve someone like you? What did he do in his past life that he got someone that loves him this much..?

"Cheol.. please take me… take me somewhere.. with you.." you whisper softly, pulling him closer, falling into his embrace.

It hits him. Seungcheol realizes that this is the last chance. Your wedding in ten days, this was the last option you both had. As much as he wants argue and make you stay with minjun, so that you could atleast have a comfortable life; he wanted to be selfish, this was the first time somone ever loved him this much.

"Okay.." he mumbles softly, pulling you into another kiss, tears of relief flow this time. You smile into the kiss when you find his hand grabbing your's to remove that engagement ring and throwing it somewhere in the floor.

One day you and seungcheol might get married and he might not be able to afford such expensive ring, but he promises to himself that he would sell his soul to make you live your dreams with him.

But little did he know that your only dream was to live and love with him.

scoups is the standard idc

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ravens-words · 1 year

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been you all along, Part 2

Part 1

Somehow, in a truly horrifying twist of fate, Bradley's mortal enemy became his daughter's favorite person.

Five times Jake was his daughter's favorite person, and the one time he was Bradley's too.

AN: the response to part 1 was so lovely that it motivated me to write even more and now I have part 3 and part of 4 written! Thank you to everyone who reblogged/liked!

《2》

Their paths cross again two years later, in a bar close to where they're both stationed. Hangman's undeservingly passive aggressive, and as cocksure and smug as ever. Bradley gives as good as he gets, but somewhere in the back of his head, there's a memory of his three months old daughter in Hangman's arms, and it makes it impossible to do anything more than bite his tongue and avoid him for the rest of the night.

Weeks go by, and things with Hangman go from passive aggressive to downright hostile. He's so goddamn angry he can't see straight, so he heads to a diner, orders a coffee and does his best to calm down before he goes to pick up Caroline.

All his efforts are wasted, though, because once he gets to Ice's house, he finds none other than Jake fucking Seresin playing with the kids- particularly, his kid.

A hand on his chest is the only thing that stops him from stomping over there and ripping his daughter out of the other man's arms.

"Hi, Bradley."

"Hey, Sarah- what's-"

"Tom wants to see you," she informs him, and there's a twinkle in her eyes that tells him she knows exactly what she's doing. "Go, I'm keeping an eye on the kids," Sarah assures him, "all four of them."

At that, he can't help but laugh.

Ice is in his office, as per usual, and he gets up when Bradley enters. Bradley hugs him, tight enough to hurt, but the older man doesn't seem to care. "How are you doing, Ice?"

He pats his back, and once they seperate, he types out a message on his computer.

[Not too bad. How about you, kiddo?]

"Doing okay."

Ice raises an eyebrow. [Anything you want to share?]

Bradley rolls his eyes. "Pretty sure Mav already told you what happened, we don't need to talk about it."

[Sure we do.]

"He's- he just gets on my nerves, and usually, I can take it, but this time- he went too far."

[He did. But it's not for the reason you're thinking.]

"Oh?" He asks incredulously, "so it's not just cause he's an asshole?"

Ice laughs, nearly silent, and shakes his head.

"Why's he here?"

[He's Sarah's nephew, and his father is an acquaintances.]

He raises an eyebrow at the choice of word. "Acquaintance?"

Ice mimics him and raises an eyebrow as well.

Bradley rolls his eyes. "It's just a fancy word for someone you hate but have to be nice to."

He shrugs.

"And Jake? Is he an acquaintance, too?"

[No. Jake's family.]

It's so simple, yet the words hold more weight than Bradley could've imagined. Ice means every word, and he can't say he's not surprised.

Ice taps the screen to bring Bradley's attention back to it, then smiles. [He's a good man. A little rough around the edges maybe, but who isn't?]

Bradley wants to argue, he does, but Ice looks tired, and his hands are shaking, so he bites back his response and nods. When he stands up, Ice does too, and Bradley only hesitates a little before he leans in and hugs him.

Ice returns the hug, holds him tight and Bradley buries his face in the man's shoulder and hopes the tears don't fall. "Thank you," he mutters as he pulls back.

Ice just smiles. "What for?" He rasps.

Hearing him speak is jarring, and he feels guilty for thinking it, but it's a far cry from the smooth, gentle voice he was used to. He pushes the thought away. "For letting Linny stay here. I really appreciate it."

"I love that kid," he says, like it's that simple- and maybe it is. "Mav-"

The smile instantly drops, and Bradley shakes his head, backs away. "Don't," he says, a little harsh, "we don't talk about him, that was the deal."

"Kid-"

"Ice, please," he pleads quietly, "please."

He deflates, but nods.

Bradley breathes shakily, "I'm gonna go get Caroline now, okay? I'll see you tomorrow."

Ice nods again.

Bradley all but runs out.

He doesn't get a moment to breathe before he's hit with the image of Jake chasing the three kids around in the garden, groaning theatrically when one of them pushes him and dramatically falling to the ground. His breath catches in his throat when his daughter grabs onto Jake's leg with all her little limbs like a koala, and he grins down at her and starts moving. Bradley finds himself smiling when Carloine shrieks and holds on tighter as she's lifted off the ground. Soon, she's joined by the other kids, and Jake, in an effort to keep from squashing one of them, trips and falls onto his ass. The kids laugh, and he fakes a frown. "Alright, alright, you little rascals, go wash up now, I think dinner's almost ready."

Caroline lingers while the other two run inside the house, and she goes to lay beside Jake. She's two, almost three, and she's not talking much, but Carloine loves to babble. Bradley loves it, and from the fond way Jake looks at her, the other man does too.

Jake's head turns his way, and before he can duck out of the doorway, their eyes lock. It takes a moment for him to process. The other man's face goes slack in shock, then confusion, then he looks at Caroline, back at Bradley, then at Caroline again, and it registers. He sits up slowly.

"Linny," he calls out, eyes never leaving Jake's, "time to go, baby."

"Dada!" She screams, getting up quickly and almost falling on her face in her haste to get to him. Jake steadies her, the move almost unconscious.

Bradley crouches, holds her tight when she reaches him, and stands up with her in his arms.

Jake's still staring at him.

There's no hate, no anger in those green eyes, but there is something unreadable in the depths of them.

He doesn't bother trying to figure it out, he's got more important things to think about.

Like the little girl in his arms, and what would happen to her if things didn't work out the way they planned tomorrow.

He kisses his daughter's temple, turns to leave, but she wiggles in his arms, wanting to be put down.

He does, and is surprised when she runs back to Jake. He looks as surprised as Bradley feels when her little arms wrap around him. "Bu-bye, Jake."

"Bye, Care-bear," he says it quietly, with care, and Bradley can't take his eyes off him, even as his daughter comes running at him and her little body collides with his legs. Jake's eyes find his again, and Bradley has to make an active effort not to get lost in them.

He nods once, a sharp and jerky motion.

Jake nods back.

A week later, Jake Sersin saves his life.

#hangster fic #sereshaw fic #hangster #tgm fic #ejwriteshangster

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atinyladybug-daydreams · 17 days

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for the if they had a kid ask thingy , glass and kondraki

Ooooh one of my never thought of Rarepair!!!

Name: I'm not sure exactly what first name they would have but I think they would have a very gender neutral first name like Riley or Ash but I can also see them having a name from a classic literature or a good novel courtesy of Kondraki.

As for last names, I feel like they would take Glass as the last name, and Kondraki as a middle name. Kondraki insisted because he already has Draven and wanted Simon to have a turn this time? If that makes sense?

Gender: A girl! Can be cis or transfem but they're definitely not very feminine.

General Appearance: Very tomboy-ish and masculine clothing. I think overalls are pretty fitting. And also light up sneakers.

In terms of physical appearance, their hair are definitely curly. Like. VERY VERY curly. I also think that they look like a messy-tidy kinda person. Like, their clothes are ironed and well-coordinated and very very fitting and looks nice but there's also this kind of mess to it because they're very out and about so it's not 100% aligned.

They're also like. Pretty built. Not like big beefy but like. Definitely someone that looks like they work out and can fight.

Great posture, chipped tooth, kind eyes and hearty grin.

Personality:

I feel like they're going to be very loud and expressive. Also very, very chaotic as the Kondraki family are but in a more like, subtle way due to Glass' influence. I also think they're extremely extroverted and social which is surprising considering both Simon and Kondraki are more on the introverted spectrums.

They have a good heart and are VERY, very sympathetic towards people. Really tries their best to help people. A very headstrong and determined person which can be her downfall because it gets to the point she stops listening to other people thinking she knows best.

Special Talents:

Oh man. This kid is wayyy too talented with a blade. Whether it be a knife, dagger, switchblade, sword or even a butter knife, this kid understands and can use it really well. I mean, look at her parents.

Also has incredible cooking abilities. Kondraki is a great cook and Simon's a great baker so she ends up knowing a lot about cooking and baking, is very familiar with a lot of flavours, textures and spices. Also knows a wide variety of dishes. Honestly, she's a really good person to turn to for food feedback.

Who they like better:

Kondraki! He's the cool dad who taught her fencing and yes even though Simon does teaches her how to use knives, they still think swords are cooler so Kondraki it is!

Who they take after more:

On a surface level personality wise, you think they'd take after Glass more because of how they appear level-headed and kind but man, this kid is pure CHAOS in the Kondraki way.

Personally I think they take after Kondraki more because Kondraki is very very very present in their life (he very regrets him being emotionally unavailable to Draven so he tries his goddamned hardest with this one)

She reacts a lot like Glass, but thinks and feels a lot like Kondraki.

Personal Head canon:

I think when she grows up, she does become an agent much to Glass and Kondraki's absolute horror. Glass is horrified because he was an agent once and man was it rough being on so like he has absolutely no idea why she wants to be an agent and Kondraki is horrified because like, "Draven already gives me a heart attack every month from the shit he deals with and now you're going to add to that too".

Star and planet girly. Would've become an astrophysicist but can't stand the idea of sitting and researching inside all day. They prefer getting hands on and yes astronaut is an option but the idea of kinda sorta being that far from home makes them sad. They like visiting their parents frequently whenever they have time (and get free food while at it).

Face Claim:

Honestly the closest thing I can associate her with is Cassie from FNAF SB Ruin

#alt answers #bl00dbite #scp #dr glass #dr kondraki #glassdraki

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so-mordor-itis · 2 years

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DANDELION WITH EDDIE PLEASE

Nevermind I did it twice I can't believe this.

Dandelion - finally hearing the other person laugh after a period of hardship

Staying overnight in an trailer that wasn't his own didn't sit right with him. Sure, Eddie did suggest the idea--helped hot wire the damn thing--and while in the moment it seemed badass, the aftermath of guilt crushed him hard.

There was no way he was sleeping well tonight. Or even at all.

Eddie sat up from the small couch, he took in his surroundings. Max and Lucas were close to one another, Lucas's hand was slightly reaching towards Max's; he most likely tried to hold her hand but then decided not to. Eddie almost smiled at that.

You were asleep besides Dustin (who was snoring, the little shit). You were leaning against your hand, using it as a pillow. Eddie thought it was cute, honestly. You were letting Dustin take up most of the space, attempting to sleep sitting up.

Steve and Nancy were sitting up front, most likely trying to do what you were doing. Eddie rolled his eyes. Harrington was so obvious it even made him want to throw up.

Deciding he needed a smoke, Eddie quietly--well, attempted to be--stepped outside, dodging Dustin's foot.

He took out a packet he had in his back pocket, and lit a cigarette. He took a drag before blowing smoke into the air.

The trailer door creaked a little behind him, making Eddie turn around to see your figure. "Rough night?"

"Something like that," Eddie replied, "Trying to sleep on a tight, shitty little couch with Henderson snoring like a motor isn't exactly the easiest thing in the world."

You snorted. "Tell me about it. I had to fight him for that damn spot."

"I heard the the argument you two had, pretty hilarious."

"I'm gonna sock him one day." You mumbled. "Not today though, he deserves the credit." You bobbed your head to the side. "Well, some of it."

You glanced at the cigarette in his hand and sighed. "Do you have any extra?"

Eddie nodded before tossing his packet at you. There was only one left.

"You sure I can have it?" You asked, eyebrows raised. Eddie just shrugged.

"You dealt with Dustin’s crap, think of it as a trade."

"Thanks," you said. "I'll definitely need it after this week."

"Nothing can surprise me anymore," Eddie admitted.

After lighting your cigarette, a mutual silence fell over you two. Eddie liked the quiet, reminded him of when he would be tuning his guitar, his uncle's TV making soft noises in the background. They were never too loud, and he wondered if his uncle did that on purpose.

Eddie heard you snicker. "I don't know about you, Eddie, but seeing Harrington shirtless with a hairy chest like that was surprising to me."

Eddie let out a laugh. "Oh my God, I know!"

"He said he thinks it'll get the ladies. Personally, I immediately want to disagree."

"That wasn't hair, it was a goddamn jungle." Eddie chuckled. "Even I wouldn't let it get that bad."

"No?" You smiled at him, and his heart leapt. Under the moonlight, your face glowed, and your eyes sparkled--though, he noticed they always did when you talked to him.

"Nah," Eddie shook his head, suddenly feeling his cheeks warm. "I don't want to my chest to turn into something from Teen Wolf."

At that you laughed, pretty loudly. You covered your mouth with the hand that didn't have the cigarette in it. "Shit, I'll wake everyone up!"

His heart did a flip again, and he found himself grinning like an idiot.

"Honestly, I hope you wake Harrington up. I might make him shave."

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thunder-point · 1 year

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I love this prompt idea! IM NOT CREATIVE AT ALLL but this type of scene has me FOLDING every time it can b either one of dem who says it.

snru going on a mission together / facing the prejudiced villagers and then things start to get physical or sumthin and one of them says "touch him and I'll kill you"

I'm curious to see your take on this

Hello, dear anon. It's a very creative prompt! I love these types of scenes as well, can't deny. The protective trope is golden. I don't know if I will write what you have imagined for this prompt, but I will try my best to write something entertaining, and I hope you like it! ^^

My style of writing is filled with lots of details because that's how I like it, but I will try not to write this one too long or with too many details. It's going to be a challenge for sure.

Here it goes:

Naruto doesn't know how it got to this. Really. If you'd asked him a few days ago if a situation like this was even a possibility, surely he would have laughed straight in your face from the ridiculousness of it all.

It started out as a simple, regular occurrence. He began hearing certain rumors. Because of course, this is how an ordinary person finds out even the smallest hints of information about their so-called best friend. From whispers instead of a normal, easy-to-send letter.

Note the sarcasm. Naruto would like to tear his hair off sometimes. Truly.

But the whispers. They're powerful, and spread at a rapid pace - especially when it concerns a person as influential and well-known as Uchiha Sasuke. Most of the time, Naruto tries to not mind them. As far as you can say they're powerful, you can also add the word 'exaggerated' to them when it comes to talking about a former missing-ninja who challenged a Five Kage conference and joined the war on their side later on.

But the thing about all this is, once a rumor starts it also goes. That is what he uses to distinguish between them. The truly ridiculous ones don't stick too long, so he snorts at them and moves on.

But this one - now, this one seems to be seeping from every goddamn person ready to mutter it. It doesn't want to leave, as absurd as it is, and it was driving him nuts. Gosh, so nuts.

Sasuke had found a traveling partner. And he's very fond of him, they say.

Naruto is losing his mind, for real. He's going off his goddang rocker.

First of all - A traveling partner? The asshole had been very adamant that he needs to travel alone on this repenting journey of his. And very fond of him? Who? Uchiha I Need No Love Sasuke? Having some kind of positive feeling about someone? O possible stranger? Naruto is pretty sure this person is no one he knows. Not Suigetsu, or Karin, or a Konoha Ninja. What. Is. Going. On.

He feels like the chakras of the world are unbalanced somewhere. In his toes, that's where he feels it.

But whatever, he told himself at first. If Sasuke really got close to someone and doesn't want to tell a soul about it, doesn't want to write to Naruto outside of the very few meetings they've had since the war ended, then Naruto will let it be. Everything is peaceful now, and they are on good terms even if he feels like their friendship is there just in name these days. He'll let it be.

That really was the plan: to let it be. He swears.

But then, Kakashi had the audacity to give him his typical smile and say that he needs him on the road, and somehow Naruto finds himself, days later, staring at Sasuke's surprised face and the handsome, purple-haired man lounging next to him curiously over a long bar counter in a dingy tavern.

He doesn't last a second there. You can't ask him why, for he doesn't really have an answer to give. Not one to be into words. Naruto just rushes out of the place after he feels his lungs giving out, and tries to go back to what he has to do. It doesn't matter. It doesn't. Sure, the rumour apparently is true. Sasuke has found someone to travel with. But it doesn't matter-

"Naruto." A rough hand catches his wrist, and he turns around to meet a familiar gaze of darkness that he's met millions of times before without any remorse, with no effort. Naruto swallows, and he meekly thinks to himself:

It does matter, after all.

So this is how he ended up traveling for a bit with one Sasuke Uchiha and his annoying companion who seriously makes Naruto question if going from War Hero to S-rank Criminal is worth it, and that just for the way he gives Naruto side glances and meaningless smiles while he jumps playfully around Sasuke. Curious enough, though, is the way Sasuke keeps himself tense the entire time, like a poisoned arrow ready to bolt at any moment.

They don't end up talking a lot while on the road, not while they're jumping trees to cross distance, and Naruto truly doesn't mind for once, even though for sure, in other circumstances, he would have had so many words to give him oldest friend, so many he wants to hear back from him.

Let's say, it all kind of explodes when they stop for a break under the shade of a big tree.

"So this is the renowned Uzumaki Naruto I've been hearing so much about," the purple-haired man begins, taking a step closer to Naruto.

Leaving his backpack on the ground, Naruto somehow feels the need to take a step back, but refrains from doing so. "Yea? And you are?"

He doesn't expect the sharp grin he receives, or the sudden flare of chakra he man lets out. Animalistic and prepared. "If you want to know my name you'll have to earn it-"

Before Naruto can truly comprehend the words or the urge to punch this asshole back where he came from, Sasuke flickers in front of him with a silver glint of his katana, and suddenly, the only intent of fighting around is coming in slow waves from the blood-red stare Sasuke fixates on the man.

"Isamu," the Uchiha says slowly, like the rumble of a shockwave. "Touch him in any way, and I'll kill you on the spot. Understood?"

The man - Isamu - is looking down at the length of Sasuke's blade with wide, round eyes, not even daring to gulp with its tip pressed against his throat. As if in a trance, he lifts his hands up in surrender, and Sasuke retracts his katana the same way he brought it up - silently, before he steps to the side and goes to continue whatever he was doing.

Naruto, honestly, is left staring at Isamu with as much shock as the man is showing on his petrified face. It's pretty clear not even one of them knows what the fck just happened.

Really, what just happened?

It's not until later, after some awkward hours of silence around a small fire, that Naruto gets to know the answer to that. Isamu offered to go find some more firewood, and Naruto does not waste the chance to turn towards his friend and hiss:

"What the h-"

Sasuke puts a long, pale finger to his lips, and Naruto clasps his mouth shut for a second, before frowning at the little glance Sasuke gives into the far-off forest, where Isamu disappeared.

"You're being weird," Naruto mutters softly, not before removing the cold finger from his mouth. It tingles where the contact has been made. Naruto ignores that, and shuffles closer. "But no, really, what was all that?"

Sasuke's stare is as complicated to understand as is it simple. "Nothing important. What are you doing around these parts, Naruto?"

"Oh, no," Naruto huffs, cheeks out, and pokes Sasuke in the chest. "I'm not saying shit until you explain some things to me."

With a slight heave, Sasuke tongues at his cheek. "These past months I've taken up the job of protecting a royal's son until he gets to a particular village."

Naruto blinks, looks into the forest, and gestures at it like a dumbass. Sasuke doesn't even nod; just an unimpressed look from him is enough confirmation.

"Ah," he slinks back against the tree trunk, shoulders easing from a tension he didn't even know he had. "He doesn't look like royalty."

"No, he doesn't," Sasuke mutters dryly. "And he doesn't act like one. He's like a shark in search of blood."

After a second-lasting contemplation, Naruto shrugs, grin sharp. "You didn't need to stop him. I could've taken him in a little fight."

"No, you won't."

He turns to jab the Uchiha in the ribs playfully, but is met instead with a hand against his jaw and a thumb pressing softly on his lower lip. Naruto stops breathing for a second.

"Promise me you won't," Sasuke says lowly, lifting his heavy gaze to Naruto's round, blue eyes. "Naruto."

"Alright," he whispers, like a heavy breath, and feels that thumb digging deeper into the delicate skin of his lip. "I won't. I promise."

Ooooki, I'm stopping here because I don't even know how many words I've written and it's supposed to be only a drabble. this is a very interesting prompt. I would like to actually write a whole one-shot for it one day. More developed and all. Sorry that it's not a lot of romance in it, uff, but it's late right now. I hope it's a little bit enjoyable to read. ^^ AND SORRY FOR THE MISTAKES JSHDSH it is not proofread.

sending lots of love!

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Random prompt generator pt1!! ~Bakugo edition~

I used a random prompt generator and I ended up with this prompt!!

Bakugo x Hitman reader with a strict moral code!

Having a personality like Bakugo's, he was bound to have enemies and people praying for his downfall. But hating the man so much you hire a hitman? What did this man do to deserve this? You were getting paid quite a lot, so you'd be stupid to reject the offer but the question still remained. Your job was incredibly dehumanizing, taking someone else's life because of some cash? Witnessing their agony and screams firsthand, watching a person take their final breath and curse you. It wasn't the most fun job. But it's what put food on the table for you and your little sister. However, you had rules, it didn't matter how much money you were being paid, you wouldn't kill a kid, nor would you kill someone who didn't deserve it. In order to figure out for yourself if your target was innocent or not, you had to go undercover to find out for yourself. Which is how you ended up as his sidekick...

"What good are you if you can't keep up with me?" The blonde hero scoffed in your face. You could see why he was on a hit list. His short temper and bluntness made people uncomfortable, and since he had both physical and social power, there wasn't anything anyone could do to change his attitude.

"I'm new to all of this sir, unlike you I didn't come from a Hero school." You sigh, explaining to him for the 5th time why you weren't able to move like he did.

He gets a notification telling him there's a crime going on nearby and he's gone before you can blink. When you got there you saw a villain holding a hostage, a little girl, maybe 5. Police surrounded the scene, and Bakugo stood 30ish feet in front of the villain. Talking?

"What's so important about this little brat? It's not like anyone cared for her before I took her, Orphaned and homeless. And you call yourself a hero. I should just put her out of her misery.." The villain goes on and on. He wasn't wrong, the whole reason you became a hitman was that you felt the hero society was corrupted.

You watch Dynamite, wanting to see how he responds to the remarks. Would he try and protect his pride? You thought that seemed fitting from what you'd seen, but you were surprised.

"Your right. We gotta fuckin' do better. But who went and made you some sort of god? Get your head outta your goddamn ass. The kid did nothin, leave her outta this. If you got an issue," he cracked his Knuckles, smirking menacingly, "Feel free to talk with me, I'm always looking for some practice."

Dynamite ended up apprehending the villain. But you were a little concerned for the little girl. So you followed him, even after he set you home, you followed in secret. You watched as the big pro hero held the hand of the little girl and walked to the city council to find any sort of paperwork on the girl. You watched how he took her home for the night and called one of his friends to watch her while he stayed up all night at the office. Working to find any trace of this girl's family. And you also saw how the next morning the blonde dropped off the girl at her only alive relative's house. And checked in for the next few days to make sure everything was alright.

You'd be lying if you said you weren't touched by how much he cared and how took the villain's words into consideration, or how you'd be sad to kill him. You'd also be lying if you said that the thought of him didn't bring heat to your cheeks...

I'm so so so sorry for not posting, I've been going through a pretty rough time but I'm back! tysm for your support!! and lmk if you like the random generator idea, I really enjoyed making this short fic!

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