#even when I do things that are supposed to be relaxing like fishing I spend the whole time worrying about if strangers think I’m weird | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

couldnt-think-of-a-funny-name · 9 months

Text

random percy headcanons:

wants to be the photographer friend SO bad and he technically is but like 70% of the pics come out blurry or weird bc there was a monster attack in the middle of them. his instagram is truly so chaotic looking.

literally always has seashells on him someone will ask him for a pencil or spare change and he has to empty all his pockets of shells to find it. drops his backpack and a bunch of shells fall out. kicks his shoes off and sand and shells fly out and his mortal friends are like percy What the Fuck

his eyes glow underwater!! bioluminescent king. no one told him though and he didn't find out until he joined his school's swim team and terrified everyone (he managed to convince them his contacts were having a weird reaction to chlorine lmao)

he really likes art!! he doesn't just pretend to for rachel's sake he genuinely enjoys painting with her. he likes splatter paint, collages and pop art styles the best. one day after splitting some edibles they realized percy could manipulate water colors and went CRAZY with it

will ask to be excused during class and comes back like an hour later with scorch marks all over his face bleeding from one of his ears covered in dust missing three fingernails rips in his jeans and a fat lip and the teacher is like percy what the actual hell were you doing in the bathroom all this time and he's just like uhhhhhh I have ibs

the brand from camp jupiter did unfortunately (for sally) Unlock something in him lmfao he keeps getting shitty little tattoos. usually stick-n-poke but someone's friends cousin's girlfriend's brother has a gun that gets brought to parties every now and then. most of them are sloppy but you can tell what they are HOWEVER he has one that was supposed to be a seal that came out looking like one of those shitty ms paint crying memes. annabeth laughed at him for ten minutes straight when she saw it.

he wanted to dye his hair blue but he was too chicken to bleach his entire head so he just did the tips. his hair is curly though so it looks absolutely ridiculous but he loves it

percy and annabeth get a crusty little yappy white dog in college and he carries it around like a baby lmao

back to his chaotic instagram, he's got so many pics of him like, relaxing at the bottom of the mariana trench or hugging a giant squid or riding on a whale shark and his mortal friends all think he's just really good at photoshop and this is a very specific bit he decided to commit to. they're always like lol percy where do you even FIND these pictures are you subscribed to like scientific journals for the laughs? but no he just took them all on his shell phone

has an ongoing prank war with annabeth's little brothers bobby and matthew but like it's Unhinged. they're playing 5D chess and she has no idea whats going on

weird tshirts!!! he loves them! like

shit like this or those 'women want me fish fear me' shirts, anything with a funny or incomprehensible slogan is going in his closet right along with his band tees lmfao

bought estelle a panda pillow pet when she was born 🥺

can NOT bring himself to eat seafood no matter how many times poseidon has told him its fine. he's like NO these are my FRIENDS JONATHAN WAS TELLING ME ABOUT HIS GRANDDAUGHTERS WEDDING LITERALLY YESTERDAY WHY IS HE ON A PLATTER DAD. they had to give up and just start eating normal land food at the palace every time he comes to visit lmfao

gets into horsegirl antics with hazel she NEEDS to know everything the horses have to say. they spend hours gossiping in the stables.

movie nights in the poseidon cabin were 10000% a thing and when he was missing annabeth and thalia and grover (and a few others) would still sleep in there every now and then and talk about how much they miss him :(

percy and beckendorf had the worlds most elaborate handshake

he DOES impulse buy stuff just because they're ocean-themed. stuffed animals, home decor, school supplies, clothes, you name it he bought it if theres like a fish on it

has more scars from crashing off his skateboard than he does from monster attacks

grover is somehow the only person who's ever noticed percy is severely claustrophobic

has a deep passion for adele. I can't explain this one I just feel and know it to be true.

he and annabeth both proposed to each other at the same time and they were SO mad about it they kept yelling over each other's speeches lmao

he can SING but he doesn't know it. sally keeps trying to record him singing to himself but something always happens to the camera and she loses the evidence

called chiron a brony one time and mr d thought it was so funny he was nice to percy for an entire week

the camp keeps trying to convince him to teach sword fighting lessons to the younger kids but he can NOT bring himself to swing a sword at a 9 year old so he keeps getting injured

has the most complicated iced coffee order in the world his go-to local coffee shop finally just put the damn drink on the menu and named it after him

he IS the quiet kid in the back of your math class that always has his hood up to try and hide his headphones and eats increasingly elaborate meals out of his backpack when the teacher isn't looking. one time someone caught him with a rotisserie chicken in the middle of a geometry final.

he argued that he DID have enough to share with the class

currently obsessed with the image of him knocking back a container of sea salt as if it was a shot and his mortal friends being like hey! what the actual fuck! and he's just like uhhhhh anemia kills!

its his birthday<3

#percy jackson #pjo #hoo #toa #percabeth #molly mumbles

5K notes · View notes

pretty-red-garnet · 6 months

Text

Pumpkins and Candy

Daryl Dixon x fem! Reader • Commonwealth • Fluff

Happy Halloween!

It was Halloween in the Commonwealth. Your eyes danced between all the different venders handing out treats, each one sweeter than the last. The day was warm, the sun cascading over the large street festival. People crowded the streets, kids in costumes followed by their parents.

You never imagined you'd be celebrating Halloween after the end of the world.

You moved your gaze to instead look at Daryl, sweetly playing and talking with RJ. You begin to smile without even meaning to. The sight was unbelievably adorable, you'd even say domestic. Daryl smiling and tossing an apple on a string for little RJ to catch.

Daryl with the kids was always something you'd watched with great adoration. It seemed kids were just drawn to him, and he never minded. He was so good with them. In fact, it was watching Daryl with little Jude that made you realize you were in love with the man.

It was after Rick died, after you'd known him for about a year. Daryl was gone more often than not then, but he always made sure to be there for his niece and nephew. Always hugging and holding them tight first thing when he arrived back to Alexandria for trading.

Judith was young, and jumped into his arms so fast he almost fell back. He smiled so brightly, so genuinely. Your heart fell to your stomach so fast it made you sick. You were down bad, and it wasn't going away any time soon.

And now that you and him were neighbors in the same shitty building, you were closer than ever. Having dinner together most nights when he was too tired to cook, watching the kids when he was busy, spending most of your free time together. You were both pretty much attached at the hip. You'd even call him your best friend. He was the one person you knew you could count on for anything.

"You are so smitten," Carol says, breaking you out of your stupor with a startle. You roll your eyes and giggle a little, although it sounds more awkward and tense than you intended.

"Am not." Her elbow meets your ribs and she grins at you.

"Smitten as a kitten." You purse your lips at her to stop your smirk, although it breaks through.

"You're ridiculous," you say, crossing your arms and turning away from her slightly to return your eyes to Daryl. "Aren't you supposed to be handing out cookies or something? Or do you get paid to bother me?"

Carol laughs and shakes her head. She watches as you— not so discretely— gawk at Daryl. She lets out a deep sigh.

"Why don't you just tell him?" She asks.

"Tell him what?" You retort, playing dumb and not meeting her gaze.

"That you're in love with him!"

"Shhh!" Your eyes glance around almost comically, making sure no one hears the woman. "I am not!"

"If you weren't, you wouldn't care if anyone heard." She rises an eyebrow, making you scowl and scoff at her. Carol was the type of person that can always read others. She was always watching, she knew how everyone thought. It was pretty scary.

"I didn't want Daryl to hear!"

"Didn't want me to hear what?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Daryl stands beside you, watching you with a curious expression. Your mouth opens, then closes. You struggle to come out with a response, mind totally blank.

"Uh," you mumble. "Nothing." Daryl furrows his brows, regarding you with a look somewhere between concerned and straight up confused.

"I guess the secret is out, Y/N," Carol says, melodramatically with a shrug. "You should just tell him."

Your face blanches, your mouth continues to gasp like a fish. Daryl looks even more confused now, looking between you and Carol.

"That you're cooking Daryl's favorite meal tonight!" Carol says, excitedly. You let out a breath. While now you have to make dinner instead of relaxing at home like you'd planned, at least it was a save. Somewhat.

"You don't gotta do that," Daryl says, looking at you with that adorably concerned expression he always has when someone tries doing anything for him. His brow pinched and teeth biting the inside of his cheek.

"She wants to, Daryl," Carol says, placing her hands on her hips. You look from Daryl to Carol, feeling strange and helpless that Carol was speaking on your behalf with you right there. It was a little nice though, since the near-revelation of your romantic feelings for Daryl was still making your mind swim.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you finally stumble out, awkwardly and with a stutter. "Sorry to spoil it."

"Don't gotta be sorry, I shouldn't have listened in," he says with a shrug and a little half smile that made your heart pound. "We'll go to yours tonight then?"

"Actually!" Carol buts in again. "I'll take Judith and RJ trick or treating. It could be just you two tonight." Carol's smile is a weird combination of scary and Betty Crocker. She's setting up a date.

"You sure?" Daryl asks, only to be met with Carol's enthusiastic nod. "Alright, sure. I better get back to the kids." Daryl steps away and once he's out of sight, you immediately wack Carol on the shoulder.

"What?!" Carol yelps. "You should be thanking me."

"Thanking you?" You ask, incredulously. "That was so embarrassing."

"I got you a date, Y/N. Yes, thank me."

Hours later, and dinner is done. Your apartment is warm and humid from the stove, but the delicious smell of seared meat makes the heat bearable. Your stir fry of squirrel meat and rice sit on the counter, awaiting Daryl's visit. You aren't quite sure if the stir fry was Daryl's favorite meal, but he did mention he liked it best of your cooking.

He's a little late. He was supposed to come by yours right after the Halloween masquerade party, but he still hasn't shown. You sit at your table, picking at your fingernails and tapping your foot. Your eyes keep glancing over at your clock on the wall and you sigh at every passing minute.

You know your destress is a little dramatic. You usually wouldn't be this anxious, but Carol's label of a 'date' rattling around in your brain made tonight feel different. Besides, Daryl is a busy man.

He worked all day, he could be tired. Maybe he forgot? Although it did seem out of character for Daryl to just not show up, he wasn't the type to stand people up.

Your worry is quickly cut short by three quick knocks at the door. You smile and quickly make your way to the door, swinging it open.

"Hey," you greet, moving aside for him to enter.

"Hey," he answers, pointing at the little bucket of candy you have beside your door propped up by two pumpkins. There's a little 'take one' sign that you hand painted accompanying it. "I know I ain't a kid, can I have one anyway?"

"Sure, obey the sign," you say, teasingly smiling at him. He scoffs a little, digging his hand in the bowl and pulling out two candies. You gasp, placing a hand on your chest and looking at Daryl with a dramatic expression on your face. "How could you?"

A smirk takes over Daryl's face before he covers it with another scoff, shaking his head. He pushes you aside to enter your warm apartment, immediately pulling at the neck of his long sleeved shirt.

"Ones for you, dumbass," Daryl says before he smacks your shoulder with a candy. You take it immediately to unwrap it and pop it into your mouth. It was your favorite candy that the little shop in the middle of town makes, and it warms your heart that Daryl remembered which is your favorite.

"Come on, dinners ready." Daryl follows you into the kitchen.

"Already?" He asks, grabbing his plate that you already made.

"You're late, Dixon." Daryl grimaces a little, a quiet groan leaving his lips.

"Sorry, shit went down at the party." You smile and wave your hand in a dismissing manner.

"I'm just teasing you." You and Daryl sit down at your small, round kitchen table. You both eat quietly, Daryl scarfing down his meal like a man starved. Luckily, most are out on the town celebrating Halloween, so the building is quieter than usual. Celebrating. That truly is surreal.

"What're you thinking 'bout?" Daryl asks, having seen the thoughtful look on your face.

"I just never thought I'd ever see Halloween again I guess." You shrug and smile lightly. "I used to love it when I was a kid. Was my favorite."

"Never celebrated it," Daryl mumbles, almost embarrassed. Your eyebrows fly up in surprise.

"No? Not even trick or treating?"

"Nah, no one gave candy. Lotta assholes in my neighborhood," Daryl answers, piling the last bit of rice and meat on his fork. You don't answer and Daryl looks up, shrugging when he sees your saddened expression. "S'fine. Can eat all of Jude and RJ's candy now."

"You've at least carved pumpkins, right?" Daryl looks down, not wanting to sadden you even further with his answer you assume.

You knew Daryl didn't have the best childhood, that his dad was a dick. But you looked back so fondly at Halloween, and it upsets you that Daryl didn't. It made your chest hurt that he didn't have happy memories of dressing up, or getting candy and rushing home to see the goods.

You look down to your lap for a moment, before getting an idea. You shoot up out of your chair, ignoring Daryl's inquiring gaze. You rush out of your front door and stoop to the ground, grabbing the candy bucket up from the pumpkins and dropping it to the ground. You hoist up the two—rather large— pumpkins before lugging them to the kitchen table, making sure the kick the door shut first.

Daryl is now awkwardly standing at your table, already having placed your dishes in the sink. He still has that cute, confused look on his face, but when he sees the pumpkins, it dawns on him and his lips quirk up in a smile. You smile back, a huge and bright grin that makes Daryl's face light up even more.

You're about to grab the knives before another thought hits you, and you jog out of the kitchen to the front door once again. You scoop up the candy bucket, flipping off the light outside your door and bringing that too to the kitchen.

"Ain't that for the kids?" Daryl asks, jutting his chin towards the candy. He leans against the counter with a teasing twinkle in his eye as he watches you set everything up.

"Kids are brats anyway, and I paid for it so I can do whatever I want." Daryl laughs at that, just a huff of air escaping his chest. Basically cracking up for Daryl.

Not five minutes later, both of you are sitting at the table forearm deep in pumpkin guts. The table rattles and shakes with the vigorous scraping of the pumpkin, an attempt to thin the inside of the thick walls.

Daryl's tongue is sticking out of his mouth in concentration, and you resort by not looking at him because if you do, you're sure you'll pass out from the flip flopping of your stomach. He keeps glancing at you and your pumpkin, his eyes narrow and focused, to confirm he's doing the right thing.

Once both pumpkins are empty and clean, you get a baking sheet ready and begin to separate the pumpkin guts from the seeds. You place them all evenly and sprinkle a good amount of salt on them. All the while, Daryl watches.

"You like baked pumpkin seeds?"

"Never had 'em," Daryl responses with a shrug. You pop them in the oven and grab two knives, handing one to Daryl.

"Now the fun part."

It doesn't take long for both pumpkins to be carved up, even with the occasional pauses for bites of candy. Daryl is rougher with his knife than you, sticking the knife in and dragging the blade harshly. He does this with great intensity and focus, however, leaning back and moving the pumpkin to look at it from all angles.

You, on the other hand, are much lighter handed. Precisely moving your knife around the orange vegetable to make it perfect. Your hands trained and careful from years of carving.

You and Daryl place your carving tools down around the same time. You turn your pumpkin around to show it off, a big grin covering your face. Daryl smiles lightly looking at your jack o lantern, a large toothy grin with big eyes. It looks almost perfect, directly in the middle of the pumpkin with clean cuts. Daryl suddenly looks embarrassed.

"Mine ain't good," he says lowly, scratching a nonexistent itch at the back of his scalp.

"I'm sure it's perfect! Turn it around," you assure, persuading him to show you his carved pumpkin. He glances at you for a moment, biting his lip before he concedes and turns his pumpkin around.

Daryl's jack o lantern isn't as cleanly done. His doesn't look happy like yours, lips placed in a snarl that is a little crooked on one side. The eyes are off center and one is a little bigger than the other. Despite the quirks, it's perfect in your eyes. Almost as adorable as Daryl's bashful expression.

"It's so cute!" You exclaim, and Daryl shrugs, looking down at his hands tangling together. "I think it's perfect."

"Whatever you say," Daryl says, a huff of air escapes his lips. He finally looks up from his hands and sees your face, smirking when he does. You frown.

"What?" You ask, self consciously. Daryl shakes his head, smiling even larger at your expression.

"You got a little somethin'," Daryl says, motioning with his finger at his own face. You touch your face briefly, trying to feel what he was motioning to. Before you could get whatever it was off your face, Daryl's fingers replace yours.

His fingers, calloused by years of hard labor, are surprisingly gentle at getting the mess of your cheek. He wipes off the sticky residue, showing you the stringy pumpkin guts before chucking it at the table. But even after, his fingers slowly and hesitantly return to your cheek, softly caressing the flushed skin.

It's like he was drawn to you and he can't help it. Two magnets pulled together against either of your wills. You're positive you can't pull away, even if you wanted to. Both stuck in this position, with Daryl slouched in his chair to lean towards you, and you ridged and stick staring at his face.

His face, which you've carefully studied plenty of times, had never seemed so soft. The rugged scar down the center of his eye and cheek at great contrast to his loving expression. He's nibbling at the inside of his cheek, and his eyes cast nervously from your eyes to his hand, which seems to be moving on its own accord.

Before long, you're kissing him. You don't really know who kissed who, just that one second Daryl was staring at you with those pretty blue eyes of his, and the next your lips were on his.

The kitchen table digs into your ribs because of the angle, both you and Daryl leaning forward in your chairs to get to each other. You don't mind, the discomfort barely even registering in your brain. All you can think of is Daryl, and his hand still resting on your cheek and how his lips are chapped, but somehow still soft. How you've been thinking about this for so long, and you can't believe that Daryl is actually kissing you right now.

Unable to take the uncomfortable angle any longer, you stand just slightly without removing your lips from Daryl's. You shuffle closer to him, leaning down and raising your knee to rest on the chair between Daryl's legs. Daryl leans back to accommodate you, and his hand drops from your cheek to grab your waist, pulling your body even closer to his. Your hands meet his shoulders to steady yourself, and you kiss him harder.

Daryl's fingers tremble, but they slowly slide under your shirt. Your quiet groan is muffled by Daryl's lips, but he heard— or felt— anyway, telling from the smile that curves his lips. You only part for hurried pants of air, before he chases your mouth again. It's a game of push and pull that neither of you want to ever end. It might've never ended, only if you never put those pumpkin seeds in the oven.

The loud, shrill noise from the oven beeping is a great difference from the quiet passion that was just taking place. You and Daryl startle away from each other. Your hands are still on his shoulders and his fingers still squeeze at your hips, but you're both looking towards the interrupting oven.

You slowly turn your gaze back to Daryl. He's still looking at the oven, with a anxious look on his flushed face. His hair is messy from your wandering fingers, and his eyebrows are low from what you could only assume is embarrassment. You smile and tap his cheek, and Daryl turns to look at you with uneasy eyes.

"Ready for those pumpkin seeds?" You ask, smoothing down his hair. His face relaxes at the sweet gesture, like he thought you'd be upset or something for kissing. Daryl can be silly sometimes.

He nods and returns your smile, and you can't help but place one more hesitant and quick peck to his mouth. He chases you when you pull away, and you giggle. You allow yourself to card your fingers through his wavy hair one last time before you pull away from him completely.

You pull out your roasted pumpkin seeds and lay the sheet down on the cooling rack. You admire the perfectly done seeds and look back at Daryl to share the feeling. His ears and cheeks are still red, and he has a small bashful grin on his face. Your lips quirk up on their own accord.

Maybe Daryl didn't have great memories of Halloween to look back on, but you hope you gave him at least one he won't forget.

#daryl dixon #the walking dead #the walking dead daryl #twd #twd daryl #daryl fanfiction #daryl x you #daryl dixion imagine #daryl dixion x reader #daryl dixon oneshot #daryl x reader #daryl imagines #the walking dead daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl x y/n #daryl dixon fluff #halloween

278 notes · View notes

short-honey-badger · 6 months

Text

Phantom Pain part 5

The Fishing Incident

First off! I am so so sorry it's been so long. I've got in a bit of a slump and struggled to get anything out. So I really hope you all enjoy this next part! Mostly fluff and some kissing!

Masterlist

@writingmysanity @foggyturtleknightangel @kenkenmaaa

Shanks ends up buying you one of the better fishing rods in the market, one strong and flexible enough to take the challenge of some of the bigger fish that make the Grand Line their home. He'd watched with a fond look as you gushed over the different reels, lines, and luers, and reminded you several times that price was not an issue. You left the market happy and excited to try your new gear, and that was all that mattered to Shanks.

The Yonko had expected you to run off right after the two of you had finished shopping, but instead you lingered outside the market and waited for him to pick out a couple of bottles of saki and rum. He could feel your nerves again and gave you a reassuring smile in return.

"Do you wanna come fishing with me?" You blurt out suddenly, and Shanks is already nodding his head before you can even finish your sentence. He'd do anything you wanted to do. However, the question also has guilt welling up inside of him. You furrow your brow at him, confused on why he would feel that way.

"I'd love to, Baby," Shanks tells you and then shakes his right side, causing the empty sleeve there to flop around, "But it's kinda hard to do with one arm."

You blink up at him, frown scrunching your face. Damn. Shanks makes a good point as much as you would rather not admit. You shuffle your feet before ultimately shrugging and aiming a shy smile up at your soul mate.

"You can just come sit with me, though, right?" You suggest softly. You don't really want to be alone, not when you could spend this down time with your soulmate. The longer you stay, the more you think that may you do belong with him, made to be by his side.

Shanks looks delighted, face softening into a gentle expression full of fondness. His side of the bond pulses like an exploding star, and you flush at the tsunami of feelings you feel from him. The Yonko snickers at your red face and then boops your nose, a new favorite thing of his to do.

"I wouldn't want to spend my time any other way, Seastar," he teases, and you roll your eyes at him with a huff before turning away. You shouldn't have expected anything less from him.

Eventually, the two of you find a nice secluded spot on the beach quite a ways down from the pier and small town. It's quiet and peaceful here, and you take the chance to dig your toes into the sand and just breathe in the salty air. You feel Shanks step behind you and tense for half a second when his arm wraps around your waist, but relax and let yourself lean against his strong chest. You feel safe and secure in knowing that nothing could ever harm you when your soul mate holds you so closely.

Shanks buries his face in your hair and breathes in, humming in joy when he feels you slump against him. He never wants to let you go and wonders how he had ever gone through so much of his life without you by his side. He kisses your hair, arm tightening around your waist as he scatters more kisses along the top of your head and then to your cheeks and brow when he gently turns you around.

You flush at the attention and then grab his loose shirt to tug him down for a real kiss. Shanks laughs against your lips, and you retaliate by nipping his bottom lip hard enough to hurt. He grunts and slips his hand into your hair so that he can better control the kiss, tongue sweeping into your mouth to plunder like a true pirate.

You break the passionate exchange with a gulp of air, and Shanks snickers again at your lack of stamina. His hand loosens in your hair and instead begins to stroke it lightly, "Thought you were supposed to be fishing?" He teases lightly.

You scoff at him, "It's not my fault you decided to distract me," You say with a smirk and the redhead looks at you with big puppy eyes, as if he had done no wrong. You raise your brow at him, not believing his puppy act for a second.

"Okayyy, fine," one of the most powerful men in the Grand Line whines, and you wonder how this became your life.

Shanks leaves and settles on a flat rock that also held your fishing equipment and his booze. He cracks open his bottle of saki and takes a deep swig before setting it aside. He expects you to grab your pole, but instead, you drop to your knees a couple of feet away from where the damp sand ends and begin to dig.

He furrows his brow at you from his seat, "What are you doing?" He asks curiously. Even before he lost his arm, Shanks hadn't been the biggest fan of fishing, so he was a little lost.

You laugh at him, and his heart seizes in his chest when you look up at him with a big grin. He can see where some sand is sticking to your face, and it just endears him more to you.

"Sometimes it takes a while for a fish to bite, and I just don't want to hold my pole for that long," you explain and then stand and dust yourself off when you deep your hole good enough, "Hence the hole."

You pick your way across the sand and settle on the rock beside Shanks. Your pole is soon lured up with a good sinker and a big chunk of bait attached to the hook. Shanks watches as you heft the pole and then walk almost chest deep into the ocean. He tenses at how far you go, but you look confident in what you are doing, so Shanks stays seated.

You cast your line as far as you can throw before wading back to shore and carefully lowering your pole into the hole. You come back to the rock and collect the small jar of shells you had made up earlier just for this purpose. You feel Shanks watching and deciding to explain to him, "I'll wrap my line around the jar. That way, when a fish hooks, I'll be able to hear it."

The Yonko makes a Huh sound and looks vaguely impressed with your small set you now have at the shore, "Well. Would you look at that? You made fishing even lazier," he teases when you sit beside him. Shanks gets shoved in the shoulder for that one, and he allows himself to be moved by your weak push.

"Shut up, I've got to save my strength for when I'm reeling it in," You inform him smartly and Shanks just laughs again and tugs you close so that you lean against his chest, he drops a kiss to your brow.

"You do have some noodle arms, Sweetheart," Shanks says, and you scoff in indignation. Here he is with only one arm, picking on you for being weak.

"Says you," you tease back and gesture at the empty sleeve that flops against his side.

Shanks promptly grabs you with his arm and lifts with ease, plopping you into his lap with a shit eating grin. His hand grips your hip to keep you from squirming away, and he leans in close enough that his hair tickles your nose, "What was that, Baby?" He murmured softly and your shiver at the feel of his breath against your ear.

You clutch at his shirt, feeling a bit off center being in his lap. This was new, but you weren't about to let your dark thoughts get the better of you, not when Shanks looked at you as if you were the only thing on the planet. His thumb strokes the skin of your waist, and you vaguely wonder when your shirt had ridden up enough to expose skin.

Shanks can't help himself anymore. He can feel your warring feelings, feel how much you want him, and how scared you still are of any kind of affection. You've worked hard for Shanks, and he loves you for it. He leans in and kisses you, lips soft for only a second before Shanks devours you, and you happily let him.

The two of you lose yourself within one another, lips smacking and teeth nipping. Heat pools in your lower stomach, and Shanks grips your hip hard enough that it may bruise, but you don't care. You don't want Shanks to stop kissing you.

That is until an annoying rattle startles you away from Shanks. You jerk your head and look, eyes bugging when you see your pole bending and the jar of shells shaking like crazy. You scramble off of his lap, untangling the jar and tossing it to the sand before you grab the pole and jerk it.

You grunt when you are yanked forward, feet kicking up sand as you struggle with the weight of the monster fish on your line. You are tugged forward again, and a yelp leaves your mouth when you almost eat sea water this time.

"Shanks!" You screech and grab the reel, cranking it twice as you fight against the fish, "Help me hold it!"

Shanks is there in a flash, back pressing against yours and hand gripping the pole as he helps you hold it steady. It's a fight even with his help, but the two of you eventually stand victorious over the wriggling fish. It's huge, long and silver with a mouth full of teeth.

"That...that is a big fish," you pant out, but you are grinning so wide that it hurts your face. You are proud of your catch.

Shanks matches your grin, feeling your elation over the bond. He slides close to you again, leaning down to kiss the top of your head, "Guess I can fish with you after all?" He comments and will forever treasure the delighted laugh and kiss that he receives.

#fanfic #reader insert #one piece #red haired shanks #shanks #shanks x reader #shanks x y/n #shanks x you #fluff #one piece live action #fishing #phantom pain

191 notes · View notes

yournowheregirl · 1 year

Text

omg thank you all for the overwhelming response to part 1 of secret-dolly-parton-fan eddie munson! here’s a part two as a little treat

[part 1] [part 2] [part 3] [part 4] [part 5] [part 6 + complete on ao3]

part 2: here you come again

Ever since he discovered the Off-Road a few weeks ago, Eddie’s been going there almost every week but he hadn’t joined the open-mic night since that first night. He didn’t really feel the need to, because despite his own belief, he has actually managed to move on from his idiotic crush on Steve.

Well, almost.

Eddie had sworn off his crush once Steve announced that he and Emily were going on their third date. Steve was smiling from ear to ear when he said it too, though that usual sparkle in his eyes had remained absent. Eddie didn’t think too much of it, too busy wallowing in self-pity and cursing himself for setting himself up for heartbreak once again.

So, he moved on. Went to Indianapolis once or twice, found guys with striped polos and bright smiles who tried their best to take his mind off Steve (which, due to their eerily resemblance, didn’t really work out). Focused on helping Will with his new campaign for Hellfire, teaching him the DM tricks he had learned over the years. Played with his band until his fingers almost started to bleed from strumming the guitar strings a little too hard.

And it worked. Everything’s all fine and dandy, Steve’s barely on his mind anymore (except for all the times that he is) and Eddie’s just over him. One hundred percent. Done. No more Steve Harrington for him, thank you very much.

“Emily and I broke things off.”

Eddie almost drops the two bottles of beer he’s holding, stops dead in his tracks in the middle of the spacious kitchen of the Harrington home.

“Sorry, what?” Eddie asks because there is no way in hell he heard that right.

“Me and Emily.” Steve repeats, snatching one of the beer bottles out of Eddie’s hand and taking a long swig, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down. His mouth is glistening when he sets the bottle down and Eddie’s eyes zero in on them and - dear lord, get ahold of yourself, Munson. “We broke up. Turns out she wasn’t the one after all.”

“Oh shit. Sorry about that, man.” Eddie says, trying to keep his voice under control because he should not be jumping for joy that Steve and Emily broke up. No matter how much he wants to. He should also not be fishing for more details, but curiosity gets the best of him and the next thing he knows he asking, “Why’d you guys break up anyway? I thought you said you were crazy for her.”

“I mean, I was. Sorta, but not really, I think. Don’t get me wrong, I liked her and she really is a lovely person, ridiculously pretty too but… she and I just want different things.” Steve shrugs. “She always wants to go out, be somewhere, see something, go on wild adventures every weekend and shit. And I don’t know… I mean I like that, but I also want to sit back and do nothing for a bit y’know? Just simple, easy, like what we’re doing tonight.”

Steve bumps their shoulders together and Eddie tries his very best to ignore how Steve feels so warm, even for that short moment. He tries even harder not too read too much into Steve’s words, which means he’s definitely not thinking that Steve would rather spend time with him than with the supposed girl of his dreams.

Except when, a couple of beers later, Eddie finds himself a little too tipsy to stop himself from once again, falling for Steve like a ton of bricks.

But it’s not his fault that Steve’s eyes turn this magical color hazel underneath the warm lights of the living room chandelier. Or that his cheeks are this beautiful shade of pink from the alcohol in his system. Or that Steve’s laugh after Eddie tells the world’s lamest joke, is probably one of his favorite sounds in the world.

Oh, this is bad. This is really fucking bad.

Steve slouches against him when his laughter dies down, resting his head on Eddie’s shoulder, all relaxed and warm. “I wish it was always this easy.”

“What?” Eddie asks. He’s surprised at how level his voice is considering Steve’s plastered against him like a vine that climbs up alongside a wall.

“I don’t know. Life, dating, anything really.” Steve sighs. “Nothing feels as easy as when I’m with you.”

Eddie feels his throat tighten at Steve’s confession. Not because he doesn’t feel the same. It’s the opposite, really. Everything really does feel a little easier when Steve’s around.

Everything, except this annoying crush that keeps coming back like a goddamn boomerang

“You’re drunk.” Eddie tries to laugh it off, hoping that it’ll make the heavy feeling in his stomach go away.

“I mean it, y’know.” Steve mutters. He rubs his cheek against Eddie’s shoulder and moves in just a little closer. Sighing happily once he finds a comfortable position. “You smell nice.”

Eddie knows for a fact he does not, it’s probably leftover weed smell, but his face still heats up at the compliment. “Let’s just… let’s just watch the movie okay?”

“Hmm, okay.” Steve hums, his eyes drooping already and Eddie just knows he’s gonna fall asleep within minutes.

-xxx-

Steve’s words keep echoing through his mind the next few days and Eddie’s feeling more restless than usual - if that’s even possible - and on Wednesday night, he drives off to the Off-Road again.

The drive itself calms him down just a little but as soon as he sits down at Pat’s bar, the feeling of dread washes over him once again. Not even the soft June Carter song that’s playing in the background is able to cheer him up right now.

“Geez Ed, you look madder than a wet hen” Pat says as she puts down Eddie’s drink on the bar. “Tell ol’ Pat here what’s going on.”

“Fuckin’ straight boys.” Eddie mutters, leaning his head on his hands. He’s moping and he knows it, but he really doesn’t give two shits right now.

Pat blinks at him. “You been fucking them or is this more like a fuck them straight boys situation? I’m only equipped for the latter one.”

Somehow, Pat’s piercing green eyes stare right into his soul and before he knows it, Eddie’s just spilling everything. “There… there’s this guy, y’know. He’s my friend.”

“Let me guess? Handsome?”

“Like a fuckin’ Greek God. It’s ridiculous.” Eddie rolls his eyes. “But it’s more than that. He’s also just… so nice. Seriously, he drives our friends around and let me host D&D campaigns at his house and he asks nothing in return. Great cook too, his brownies are to die for.”

“Sounds like a damn dreamboat. But he’s straight?” Pat sighs sympathetically.

“The straightest man you’ve ever seen.” Eddie grumbles. “And it’s fine, alright? I know it’s never gonna happen between us. But he just broke up with the girl he’s been seeing for the last month or so and then suddenly goes around tellin’ me shit like how much he likes being with me. How easy it is when we're together. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? That’s just…”

“Real fucking frustrating.” Tish adds as she passes by with a tray of drinks in her hands.

Eddie couldn’t have said it better himself. He takes a sip of his Coke, desperately wishing it was something stronger, and patiently waits before Pat speaks up again.

“I think you gotta put some distance between the two of you.” Pat says solemnly. “Now hear me out because it ain’t gonna be pretty, but sometimes you gotta take a step back to protect your own heart. And if you don’t wanna go that far, I suggest finding a healthy outlet to process your feelings because sulking like this ain’t doing you any good, kiddo.”

“And how do you suppose I do that?” Eddie rolls his eyes. “Do I look like I got the money to go to some expensive shrink?”

“Dunno, maybe some musical therapy?” Pat grins, her eyes darting back to the acoustic guitar on the wall. “You said it worked so well for you last time.”

Pat’s right. He did feel a lot better after playing Jolene the other night, it was like Dolly put all the things he was feeling right into a song. Maybe she could do the same for him now, because Eddie knows exactly what other song in her repertoire fits the situation.

He walks up to the podium once again, not even bothering to introduce himself this time because most of the patrons know him by now. He’s a little more unfamiliar with the chords this time around so it takes him a few tries before he finally gets it and the melody starts filling up the room.

“Here you come again. Just when I’ve begun to get myself together. You waltz right in the door, just like you’ve done before. And wrap my heart ‘round your little finger.”

It’s like Dolly’s been reading his thoughts these last few days because every single word just rings true in Eddie’s mind. Well, except that part about Steve’s little fingers because they are anything but little. Eddie knows, he’s spent the better half of their friendship staring at them and daydreaming about things that should never see the light of day.

“Here you come again. Just when I’m about to make it work without you. You look into my eyes and light those pretty eyes and pretty soon I’m wonderin’ how I came to doubt you.”

God, he’s so frustrated now. Steve probably doesn’t even know what he’s doing to Eddie and it’s so fucking unfair. How the hell is he supposed to move on when Steve keeps saying shit like that? When Steve continues to be a, in Pat’s words, a damn dreamboat?

Eddie strums the guitar a little harder, his voice becoming a little rougher. Almost like he’s spitting out the words

“All you gotta do, is smile that smile, and there go all my defenses. Just leave it up to you and in a little while, you’re messing up my mind and filling up my senses.”

The handful of people in the crowd are softly singing along, but it’s not like Eddie actually has eyes for them. His mind is solely focused on keeping his voice level, rather than start screaming. Maybe Corroded Coffin should do a cover of this song, should be a fun surprise for those drunkards at the Hideout.

“Here you come again and here I go…” Eddie finishes the song. He thanks the audience and slouches back into his seat at the bar, not feeling as good as he did the last time he performed here. It doesn’t feel as cathartic this time and instead there’s a hole inside his heart that no Dolly song can possibly fill.

“Feeling better honey?” Tish asks sweetly as she puts another bottle of Coke on the bar for him.

Eddie nods, even though it’s obviously a lie. Another wave of dread and restlessness washes over him. Because if he can’t turn to his mother’s favorite artist for guidance anymore, then what the hell is he supposed to do to get over his stupid crush on Steve Harrington?

Tag list: @henderdads @solosnail @unclewaynemunson @legitcookie @gothbat99 (hmu if you wanna be added to the list for pt 3!)

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie munson #steve harrington #seriously thank you for all your kind words on this lil fic series!!#i'm blown away by your response #so happy to see you love the eddie and dolly combo as much as i do 🥰#steddie dolly parton fic tag

874 notes · View notes

asksidon · 1 year

Note

A bit of a more funny prompt, but what if Sidon wasn’t paying attention while swimming and gets caught but a fishing hook, and returns to his SO all embarassed and pouty because Bazz and others couldn’t stop giggling when he asked for help, so he begrudgingly goes to SO for help. Big pouty fish man UwU

As Sidon approaches you, you hear something dragging in the grass behind him. He has an uncharacteristic, forlorn look on his face that you've never seen before as you realize he is pulling along a fishing rod, because it is attached to his belt, just above his... oh.

Sidon cannot bring himself to make eye contact with you as he draws nearer, and you ask, "My prince, what has happened to you? Do you need some help?"

Sidon stops a few feet from you and continues to look at the ground. "Oh, Y/N. It's the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me." His face reflects the truth of his words, and you place your hand gently on his arm. "Tell me about it," you say. "I promise I won't laugh."

"You wouldn't?" He looks up at you. "Everyone else did. Even Bazz, who is usually stone-faced." He gives a sigh. "Even he couldn't hold back a chuckle at how ridiculous I looked, trying to swim up a waterfall with a . . . with this . . . stuck just above my . . . oh, it's too embarrassing. I didn't even realize it was there at first. I don't know when it got there, and I'm lucky it didn't pierce . . . I don't think I can even let you try to help. I'll just go to my chambers and try--"

"Please don't be that way, my prince," you say. "You might hurt yourself. You can't see it well, considering where it is. Let me try to get it out for you. Who would leave something like this lying around?" He turns so that you can work the hook from his belt, which does not take long at all. You're glad it has not pierced his beautiful skin or hurt him, as well. "That's terribly irresponsible. You don't think it could have been another Zora, do you?" you wonder. Not that it matters now, but you can't help but feel curious.

"I don't know. Perhaps someone simply forgot about it and left it behind. I'm glad you're here, Y/N." He seems to feel soothed by your response. You see his shoulders relax once you get the hook out. You offer the fishing rod to him, but he shakes his head. "You keep it, Y/N. I remember you telling me that you were looking for a decent one. I can't say how quality it is, but at least you needn't spend your hard-earned rupees on it. And it is safer in your hands."

He turned to look longingly at the lake in the distance. "How long do you suppose it will take them all to forget about it?"

"I wouldn't worry about it too much, sweet prince." You have to go easy on the names of endearment in public, but it seems safe here. You tuck the fishing rod against a tree for the moment. "I bet they've all done silly things, too. They just might have had the luxury of not doing them in public." You're not used to this role with him, reassuring him, for once. It's nice to have the tables turned once in a while, but you wonder if you're doing it well enough.

He answers your unspoken question when he turns to look at you and pulls you into a hug. "Thank you, Y/N. I don't know what I'd do without you."

#sidon x reader #vulnerability #here it is 8 years later lol #sorry this one took so long

274 notes · View notes

heylookitsyc · 2 years

Text

Parent Headcanons II

Character(s): Ayato // Childe // Itto // Dainsleif

Anime/Game: Genshin Impact

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Even more parent headcanons for some of the guys from Genshin Impact !

Warning(s): None

Note: Part I (with Diluc, Kaeya, Thoma and Xiao) can be found here !

Story is down below!

» Ayato «

This man absolutely despises small talk, but when it comes to his child doesn’t seem to mind it at all

“It has been awhile since we’ve been on a walk, hasn’t it?”

Listens to their babbles for a few moments, giving a small nod here and there

“I agree. A walk would help clear my mind…”

If you happen to still be awake late at night, you can find your lover sitting at his desk with your child fast asleep in his lap, the slightest smile on his face as he does his paperwork

“Ayato? I thought I put (child’s name) to bed.”

“You did, darling, but I wanted to spend some more time with them. I hope you don’t mind.”

Despite being away from home early morning until late at night, Ayato does his best to involve his child in his daily tasks whenever the opportunity presents itself

Though his elemental burst is only reserved for battle, there are rare moments in which Ayato will purposely activate it while holding his child just to hear them laugh

Can’t help but smile when he sees the awe in their expression as they try to reach out and touch one of the flowers/petals

“Beautiful, isn’t it? Do try to not touch any of it, though. I wouldn’t want you to get hurt now.”

Whenever he orders a milk tea from Tomoki, he also requests a plain order of milk (also packaged the same way as a regular milk tea) so that his child doesn’t feel left out

When they become a bit older, he will play a little game with his child whenever he’s doing paperwork, like if he sees them hiding behind one of the folding screens

“Hm… I wonder where (child’s name) could possibly be at this hour.”

Pretends to not hear the small giggles coming from behind the folding screen to his left

“What a shame… I suppose I’ll have to enjoy this limited edition milk tea by myself--”

Will act surprised and give a small laugh when his child suddenly tackles him into a hug, whining about how he should’ve told them about the milk tea sooner

Keeps all of the drawings and notes his child gives him, and always manages to find a place for them despite how messy his desk may be

Though he isn’t one to show his face in public, he will do his best to join you and his child (along with Ayaka and Thoma) if there is a festival or show happening that day

If he senses his child is nervous due to all the stares that they receive during their outings, he will not hesitate to hold onto their hand

Very observant when it comes to his child’s well being

“It seems as though you haven’t eaten yet. Come, let’s pay a visit to Uyuu Restaurant. There’s this new dish that I’ve been meaning to try.”

Will do his best to show his child the responsibilities of the Kamisato Clan, while also making sure that they grow up enjoying their childhood

» Childe «

The Fatui Harbinger will do everything in his power to ensure that his child grows up with nothing but good memories of their father

Like with Teucer, he doesn’t want his child to know about his involvement with the Fatui, so while they’re still young he tries to do more relaxing things with them, like fishing

Has his child seated in his lap as they fish, telling them about all his experiences and stories regarding his travels around Teyvat

Despite being one of the strongest on the battlefield, he becomes extremely weak whenever his child makes any sort of cute noise

“... A perfect backdrop for bloodshed. Isn’t that right, (child’s name)?”

They’d just babble in response, causing him to give a chuckle and a small kiss on top of their head

“I couldn’t agree more.”

If there’s trouble and he can’t help but fight, Childe will prioritize the safety of his kid over his own all while making sure that they are also having fun

Imagine this guy wearing a baby carrier when fighting? It’s funny to think about, but also kind of cute--

He places a protective hand on the back of his child’s head whenever he makes any sudden moves, and is the kind to stop his own battle talk just for his child

“Heh, this is getting interest-- hey, buddy, what did Papa say about touching his arrows?”

Has playful competitions with his child

Like whenever the two of them return home from an outing they play a game of who can hug you first

Not one for losing, and would never admit it but purposely loses sometimes just to hear his child laugh

Always tries to find something to bring home for the both of you during his travels, whether it’s a snack or plant native to the region

“(Child’s name), what do you want me to bring when I return home?”

This man can afford almost anything, yet his heart absolutely melts because their response is always the same no matter what

“I just want you to come home, Papa!”

Buys them a bunch of things anyway, and makes sure to give them the warmest and biggest hug every time he comes back

Expect the occasional dinner (or lunch) with Zhongli, only to have Childe pay for everything

Childe doesn’t mind, though, because the huge smile that his child has whenever they listen to Mr Zhongli’s stories makes it all worth it

If his child gifts him with something like a flower for his hair or a little trinket to attach to his vision/delusion, he will show it off proudly

Archons forbid that anyone makes fun or questions the random flower in Childe’s hair during battle, or else they’ll never be heard from again

» Itto «

Arataki “Numero Uno” Itto is indeed numero uno in your child’s life

The usually loud oni is uncharacteristically quiet whenever his child sleeps, the proudest smile on his face as he watches over them

Will dramatically shush any of his gang members if they’re being too loud, unknowingly being too loud himself

You thought he was prideful of himself before? Just wait until someone compliments his kid

“Pfft, of course they look good! Where else would they get their awesome looks from? Like look at this little face--”

A little bit careless at times, but his child is never in any real danger

One of his gang members would be like, “Uh, boss? You might wanna…”

Itto finally notices his kid being seconds away from shoving an onikabuto into their mouth

“MY LITTLE NIMBLE NINJA! (CHILD’S NAME) NO--!”

When he combs his hair, even if his child has just a little tuft of hair growing he’ll also take the time to comb their hair as well

“Gotta make sure you look as cool as your Dad, haha!”

Mini dance parties between Ushi and the kiddo (when they’re old enough to walk/stand), with Itto beatboxing in the background

You know how Itto does random odd jobs if he needs some mora? He’s the best hypeman to his child if they ever decide to help him out

Like if they were to carry boxes…

“Haha, look at that! You’re quite strong, little one. Just give it a few more years, and then maybe you’ll be as strong as your awesome Dad!”

And if it were to rain…

“Real men don’t carry umbrellas!”

“But what if I want to use one, Papa?”

“... I mean--”

His child would be the one to have an umbrella when its raining, but instead of holding the umbrella for them, Itto would just pick them up and give them a piggyback ride so that the both of them are covered by the umbrella

Carries his kid on his shoulders whenever the three of you take some time to stroll through Inazuma City, the both of them wearing matching shades and eating lollipops

Lets his child decorate his horns every once in awhile, no matter how many bows or ridiculous colors they use

If his child doesn’t have horns, Itto will immediately cry dramatic tears of joy if they ever decide to wear a headband with matching horns like his

Sleeps with an eye mask because he still remembers that one time his child woke up after napping right on top of him, only to see his blank stare and freaking out when their dad wouldn’t respond to any of their calls

You can expect your days with him and your child to be filled with nothing but mostly laughter and a little bit of chaos

» Dainsleif «

He’s lived for so long, the curse of immortality and dealings with the Abyss Order making him believe that being on his own was the only and best option for him

So to have something so small, so fragile placed into his arms for the first time brought about a mix of feelings that he couldn’t quite explain

“So this is our child…”

It’s a funny sight, seeing your lover dressed in his nearly all-black outfit (cape and all) with your little one bundled up in a small white blanket

A somewhat quiet parent, instead choosing to silently sit and appreciate the moments with his child rather than being vocal about it

When he does speak, though, he’s the absolute sweetest and is so, so soft

“In all my time of living, never did I think that I would be given the opportunity to love someone so much.”

Says that about you and your child ahh-- (.❛ ᴗ ❛.) ♡

Will close his eyes when pressing the softest kiss onto his child’s forehead, lingering there for a few extra seconds before pulling away

Has random staring contests with his child, the pretty primogem shape of his pupils never failing to make them coo out of happiness

Has a habit of taking their small hands into his gloved ones, pressing his thumbs gently into their palms as they wrap their tiny fingers around his thumbs

If he has a daughter, will naturally play the role of knight to his darling princess

“Papa, can you make me the apple juice drink I like? Please?”

Will go down on one knee and put a hand over his heart, a small smile on his face as he answers

“As you wish, my lady.”

Similar to Kaeya in that he would spoil his daughter, though he would be much more gentle

Like you and Dainsleif would sometimes dance in the kitchen after dinner, the two of you exchanging light laughter as your child just watches in awe

“I want to dance with Papa too!”

The kind of man to politely excuse himself from you with a kiss, before going down on one knee and holding out a hand to your daughter

His actions are enough to make your daughter giggle, causing him to give a slight smile as well

“My lady, would you be so kind as to give me the honor of having this dance?”

“Of course, Papa!”

Those nights are always filled with laughter, despite the amount of times your daughter steps on her father’s toes

Often thinks about his immortality and the effect it has on you and his child

He is aware that there will come a day in which the two of you will no longer be in this world, and he will be left alone once more

But as he sits with you and his child at the dining table, watching the two of you laugh at some funny joke your child made, he makes a promise to himself

A promise to enjoy every moment with the both of you, until the very end

1K notes · View notes

nonotnolan · 2 years

Text

Soulmate Swap

“Look, Roy... I know you’re still hurting from your break up... but there are plenty of fish out in the sea! Or, you know, casual hook-ups, whatever is more your speed... anyway, most of them aren’t as crazy as Lacey. I promise.” When Roy invited me to spend the weekend at his family’s beach house, I sprang at the opportunity. He needed time to get away from life, but he didn’t want to go alone. Sure, I was gonna spend the weekend on sob duty... but he’s one of my closest friends. I’d be lending him an ear either way, so at least this way I’m getting a vacation out it.

Roy smiled back. “Admittedly, being less crazy than Lacey is not a high bar. I dunno, Pedro... I’m just not sure I’m cut out for the bachelor lifestyle anymore. Trying to find someone is such a pain in the ass, so whenever I do manage to hook a girl, having a one night stand just feels like such a waste, you know? I’m looking for a relationship. I can’t just hop on Grindr and find a hookup like you can. I... don’t mean that to be rude,” he added quickly. “Just... between the tats, the chest hair, and the muscles, you never have issues hooking a guy. But me, I don’t have much in my favor except my family’s money.”

I shook my head. Roy had self-esteem issues on a good day, but ever since Lacey broke his heart, it was getting even worse. He was a good looking guy-- sure, he was pretty slender, and his smooth skin confirmed that he’d never worked a hard day of manual labor in his life-- but that didn’t make him any less of a man. And if a girl couldn’t appreciate his good looks and sharp wit, well, her loss.

“Are we really going to have this argument again?” I asked. “We’re not going anywhere until you stop selling yourself short. You’re a hell of a guy, and your perfect girl is out there, somewhere.”

Roy pulled two vials out of his back pocket, and placed them on the table next to his beach chair. “I had a different plan, actually. It’s a modified true love potion. The red one causes the drinker to swap bodies with their soul mate, and the purple one reverses it.”

I paused, examining the liquid in the vials a bit closer-- the purple one had bits of globby slime suspended in it, while the red one was thick like honey. “And your soulmate is just supposed to be okay with having their entire life interrupted like that?”

“Okay, see, the fact that your first reaction is to complain about the logistics of the potion, rather than express any sort of skepticism? Yeah, that’s why I invited you out here this weekend. If they’re my true love, they can handle a little bit of weird magic. The potion’s supposed to take ten minutes before it takes full effect. So just... sit here next to me, find out who ends up in my body, and ask them some questions. Get their name, write down their phone number... stuff like that. Then, give them the purple vial once you’re done.” He paused, flashing a wide grin before downing the red liquid. “What could go wrong?”

Frankly, I could think of any number of things that could go wrong, but it was too late now. I grabbed a pen and paper, and joined Roy outside on the rear deck. I was all set to interrogate whatever woman ended up inside of his body once the potion kicked in, but the warm sun and salt breeze was far too relaxing. Well, if she was going to be his true love, she could figure out how to wake me up.

-----------------------------------

I woke up to someone shaking my arm. “You dumbass!,” the voice said, playfully chiding me. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a crush on me? I went through all of that work to find this potion, and we could have just talked to each other instead!”

I opened my eyes and found myself looking up into a mirror. No, wait, I was looking up at my own body. Hang on. I looked down at my chest, only to find that I was suddenly wearing a blue polo. The same one Roy had been wearing today. My arms were less hairy, and Roy’s Apple Watch was on my wrist. But if we switched bodies with each other, then...

“Roy, you have a crush on me? Since when did... I thought you were straight!” I felt myself blushing with embarrassment, but I couldn’t help but feel my chest ignite with hope and passion. “I didn’t think I had a chance with you, and I didn’t want to make our friendship awkward, so I just... I didn’t say anything. Besides, you and Lacey were cute together, so I figured that ship had sailed. You’re not gay, are you?”

He leaned down next to me, grinning ear to ear. “Pedro, I’m bisexual. I thought you knew. And here I was, thinking that you were out of my league. You’re like, the pinnacle of strength and masculinity, and I’m over here--”

I leaned over and kissed him full on the lips. It was somehow everything I had imagined it would be, even if we were in the wrong bodies. “Don’t you dare sell yourself short,” I said, once we pulled away. “If I wanted a muscle bro for a partner, I’d just stick my junk in a glory hole at the gym.”

Roy just smiled. “Speaking of which, perhaps we should explore the bedroom before you drink the purple vial?”

-----------------------------------

It’s been three weeks, and I still haven’t taken the purple vial. Roy’s parents were thrilled to learn that their son was suddenly willing to take a finance job at his father’s firm and slowly earn his way up the ranks. In my own body, nobody wanted to take a chance on the gym employee who earned a business degree at a community college. In Roy’s body, suddenly the glass ceiling had been lifted. It’s amazing what the right connections will do for a guy.

It’s a new job, so no one noticed when Roy suddenly started a more intricate manscaping routine. Well, maybe his father would have... but we’re on opposite ends of the building so that no one can complain to HR about the nepotism. The fact that I’m getting on-the-job training in Roy’s body means it will be near impossible for us to swap back, but I don’t hear him complaining.

Roy’s made himself at home in my body, and he’s been doing a great job of keeping up with my gym routine. He insists on wearing my glasses instead of my contacts, but otherwise you’d never suspect anything was different. Well, he did quit my job as a Personal Trainer at the gym to focus on “my” new OnlyFans account, but we both agreed that would be for the best.

Honestly, I think we’re going to stay like this. Roy knows exactly where to rub my back whenever I start getting sore muscles, and I know precisely where to nibble on his earlobes to maximize pleasure. We’ve even started calling each other by our old names. Looking into my eyes and calling myself Pedro was weird at first, but it’s starting to become more natural.

Do I feel a bit silly that it took a magical body swapping love potion to figure out that my best friend and I were in love with each other? Absolutely. But I don’t regret it in the slightest.

#male body swap #gay body swap #casual body swap #gay male story #queer romance #after the swap #bisexual body swap

681 notes · View notes

koolkat9 · 7 months

Text

Rare Pair Week 2023 - Day 1

@hetalia-rarepairweek

Prompt: Royal || Cottage

Rating: T

Pairing: CuCan

Word Count: 908

Read on AO3

Just You and Me

“You didn’t have to bring all those sweaters and pants,” Matthew tisked. More playful than judgmental, but still a bit nagging.

Carlos rolled his eyes. “Like I trust you when it comes to judging the temperature.”

“Hey!” He nudged Carlos’s hip. “Believe me. In the summer it may not be super hot here, but it’s just the perfect temperature. Especially with the sun. And we’re supposed to have a sunny week ahead of us.”

“You forget I like my heat.”

“Okay, okay. But please tell me you brought some shorts. It can get hot sometimes.”

“Your weather is unreliable in many ways, of course I did.”

“We can at least agree on that,” Matthew chuckled, wrapping an arm around Carlos’s waist. He kissed his cheek before guiding Carlos out to the porch.

The sun glistened off the peaceful waters just down the hill. Across the way, trees sat atop jagged cliffs across the way, shutting out the outside world.

“It’s no golden sand beach but–”

“It’s beautiful,” Carlos murmured in awe.

A faint blush crept across Matthew’s cheeks. He looked off to the side awkwardly. “I…uh…Thank you…” He coughed awkwardly before continuing: “Let’s get our swimsuits on and head down to the lake to cool off.”

Carlos smirked, pulling Matthew closer by his belt loops, nose brushing Matthew’s. “You definitely look like you need to cool off.”

Matthew leaned forward and kissed him. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered against Carlos’s lips.

After a few minutes of making out, then a few more minutes to get their swimsuits and sunscreen on before making a run for the water. Matthew dived right into the water, splashing Carlos with his waves.

Carlos stepped back, shivering at the impact. “Pinga!”

“S-Sorry…” Matthew grinned sheepishly. “Come on, just stick your feet in. The shallow water should be warmer.”

Carlos grumbled slightly, but how could he say no when Matthew looked at him with those big eyes and soft smile? He waddled into the water. Matthew was right, it wasn’t so bad though as he ventured deeper, it got cooler so he didn’t go any farther than where the water reached his knees.

Matthew pouted slightly and came closer. Then, his eyes brightened. “Wait! I have an idea.” He clambered out of the water and over to the nearby shed. Spending a good fifteen minutes or so in there, Matthew emerged with an inflatable tube. “Here. Lounging in one of these is probably the best way to spend the day on the lake.”

“Okay…” Carlos agreed warily.

With Matthew holding the tube so it didn’t float away, Carlos took a seat in it. He shivered again as the water hit his butt, but after a few minutes, he got used to it, leaning back and enjoying the sun on his face.

They spent the rest of the afternoon like that. Carlos relaxed on the tube, and Matthew either guided him around the little bay that was near their cottage or lounged in the water as they chatted. At some point, Matthew had started fishing. Carlos assumed it was for dinner. It was peaceful. Domestic even.

As Carlos suspected, They had fish that night. Nothing beat freshly caught fish, especially with Matthew so expertly seasoning it and pairing it with the perfect sides.

---

Matthew peeked out the window as they finished up dinner. “Perfect timing,” he whispered under his breath.

Carlos squinted. What was his lover planning now?

He was led back down to the lake, and Matthew pushed a canoe into the water.

“Up for a canoe ride before we turn in for the night?” Matthew asked. His eyes shone in the golden evening, almost like an excited child.

Matthew rarely asked for things, and it was even rarer to get that light of excitement ignited like that. And yet, Carlos was starting to see it more and more since they started dating. “Okay. But I never rode one of these things, so you’re going to be doing most of the work.”

Matthew grinned. “No problem. Hop in!”

Matthew took them down the river. Or was it just a thin lake? It didn’t really matter in the end. They arrived at a clearing where the water opened up into a wider body, giving a clear view of the setting sun.

Splotches of yellow, red, purple, and orange ran across the sky, framed by the shadowy figures of trees.

“Up here is one of the best places to watch the sunset,” Matthew mused, looking up at the sky. “The trees and water…I don’t know…enhance it I guess?”

“I get it. It’s very beautiful. And the trees add to the sky.”

They sat there in silence until the sun disappeared behind the trees. The crickets and cicadas set the background music for the peaceful scene. It was as if only the two of them and the sky existed. But it was over far too soon.

Matthew leaned in and kissed his cheek. “Don’t be too down babe, we can always come back tomorrow. Perhaps I’ll take you to the waterfall instead.”

Right. They had two weeks for all the sunsets and canoeing. Carlos smiled widely. “I’d like that.”

Unfortunately the next day it was rainy and cold. No lounging at the lake, no canoe ride, and no sunset. But cuddling up on the porch with Matthew, watching the rain fall was just as cozy. After all, they were together, Carlos couldn’t ask for more.

Translation:

Pinga = According to the website I found (https://www.baconismagic.ca/cuba/cuban-slang-cuban-spanish/) said direct translation it means dick but is often used similarly to fuck/shit. Feel free to correct me if there is a more accurate cuban term for fuck/shit since I don’t know how reliable the website is lol.

#hetalia #cucan #hws canada #hws cuba #rarepairweek2023 #rarepair week 2023 #hetalia-rarepairweek #fluff #cottage #fanfiction #hetalia fanfiction #my writing

31 notes · View notes

leewritestoomuch · 26 days

Note

Hello, i hope you're doing good! :) i have a request for a Ryusui x Reader, i'm so in love with him😭 (and i hope i choose se right buttons bc i'm french and i don't see the "request" button haha, if not then i'm sorry..) So, how about playing video games with him? I'm thinking more about relaxing after a long day and playing stardew valley/harvest moon or animal crossing types of games and he joins us, and what type of player would he be (like would he be stealings our crops lol ou making the game into a competition) but any type of game you thinks can work anyway haha

Hope you have a lovely day ! ❤

Hi! That’s the right button I suppose, and even if it weren’t, it’d be fine! Apparently the button I see, not everybody else sees, so I’m not sure. It all seems to go to the same place so…

And thank you for your request!

Ryusui playing Chill/world building games with S/O

I’ve never played stardew valley so we’re gonna talk Animal Crossing and Minecraft. And forgive me if animal crossing is inaccurate, I’ve played less than like 5 hours worth of it. I’m not a big fan 😭

He’s not chill…

Like 😭

Don’t let him get his hands on bells. He’s hustling for bells. This man already has like a whole village worth of shit built on YOUR island. Like he invaded your island.

It’s a competition. He’s got fish, sticks, everything. He’s trying to trade shit with you for bells.

Bells. Bells. Bells.

Tom Nook is hustling him right back, but he’s not too concerned. He’s spending. And earning. So…

Oh well.

However, he’ll take care of you. Need an Apple? Here!

He’ll buy you something if you need it. He’s got all the bells you need.

To move on to Minecraft, you’re both in survival. You both collect wood together and you find a nice spot, he starts building the structure up for a mansion of a house.

You have to remind you that you have to be in by nightfall, so you both close off a room, the bedroom, and sleep with the wool you miraculously found.

He places your beds together and insists they stay that way.

That large room soon gets built upwards a bit more for a taller ceiling and filled in with nice things for the two of you. He makes sure you have everything you want in the room.

The type to jump up and down in front of you if you’re not in the same room when playing together. He crouches and jumps to communicate. Yk what, even when you are together or on call, he still does it. It’s fun for him.

The type to go to creative, but he won’t lie and tell you he got it in survival. No he’s honest. He got diamonds in creative… for fun.

He builds a giant ship for you guys. It can’t move but it’s like his models he builds!

He takes you on it and pulls out gems like diamonds, emeralds, etc. or maybe gold ingots and showers you in them for fun.

He makes your Minecraft characters kiss if one of you goes out on your own. You can’t call it pointless, just don’t try. He begs you to come over and walk until your character’s faces touch. 😭

#nanami ryusui x reader #ryusui nanami x reader #ryusui nanami #ryusui #ryusui x reader #nanami corp #nanami ryusui #dr stone ryusui #dr. stone Ryusui #ryusui Dr stone #Ryusui Dr.stone #dr.stone #dr stone #dr. stone #dr stone hcs #dr. stone hcs #Ryusui hcs #animal crossing #Minecraft

10 notes · View notes

tkachuksoralfixation · 22 days

Note

mcdrai "summer" for a fic prompt?

Another year, another early end to the season. At this point, Leon has to convince himself consistently that next season will be better, they'll earn their spot and they'll march through the playoffs and get their chance to shine. Every time, though, he's thoroughly disappointed. No matter how hard they try.

He and Connor drag their feet between the end of the regular season and the subtle weather change from late spring into summer. There's plenty of time to rest and wallow in self pity, sure, but sticking around in Edmonton feels, well, depressing. Going home so soon is out of the question, especially with the shame Leon still feels burning in his chest.

So, Leon comes up with a plan for them. A little getaway to get their minds off their terrible end-of-the-season performance. He doesn't even ask Connor before he books the tickets.

"Hey," he says when Connor picks up his call, "pack a few bags. We're going on vacation."

"Uh, okay. Hello to you too, Leo," Connor huffs, "am I even allowed to ask where we're going? Or is it supposed to be this vague and unsettling?"

Leon rolls his eyes. "You'll survive. Just pack in preparation to be warm, and to possibly get wet."

There's a laugh on the other side of the line. "Jeez, take me out to dinner first, would you?" Connor quips, shuffling around what Leon assumes to be his dresser drawers. "But yeah, okay, I guess getting away would be nice."

There's an unspoken agreement at the foot of his sentence. Anywhere but here. Anywhere that doesn't remind us of home. And really, that was Leon's whole intention for the trip. They needed a week or two of privacy, to relax and let themselves recharge before they got right back to it. If it were up to Connor, they'd go to Alaska or some stupid snowy place that looked just like home, and they'd do sprints and hikes and ice fishing and all the things that Leon really doesn't want to think about right now.

Because despite everything, Connor always thinks about the next step. When he fails, he's already thinking about what he'll do to make up for it before he's beating himself up for the failure. He's always one step ahead. Leon is just.. not like that. He wallows for a bit and then he moves on. Maybe that's the difference between them. Maybe that's why they work so well together.

Regardless, two days later, Leon drags Connor with him to a beautiful villa in Italy. It's quiet, peaceful, and there's a massive pool to accompany it. It's warm and sunny and they're nowhere near the ocean, so in Leon's eyes, it's perfect.

They spend their first two weeks of summer between touring and spending some intimate time all over the villa. Leon can confidently say he feels a little guilty for defiling the pool, but he's not guilty for indulging Connor.

It's the perfect thing to get them back on their A game. When they fly back, Connor is beaming, glowing with the tan he received from baking in the warm Italian sun.

He's also twice as harsh on Leon during their workouts. So much for recharging.

#tkachuksoralcreations #hrpf #mcdrai #2997 #this was actually very fun ty

15 notes · View notes

undertale-writing-times · 1 year

Note

Oh please! “I think you’re beautiful.” with Dusty would be so cute! I bet he'll blush so sweetly

I decided to do something a little different this time!

Dusty hated having to take care of the human.

Why was it his turn to take care of them? Why did they even have this human anyway? Ugh… he didn't want to have to deal with this. He wondered if he could trick Killer into taking his turn again…

You might be wondering what he was talking about, right? Yeah, they stole a human from an AU, and for some reason, Nightmare decided that he wanted to keep them. No, he has no idea why, but Nightmare told the three of them to keep an eye on the human and make sure that they didn't end up getting themselves killed.

They all took turns doing it, watching them. Killer liked to play and mess with the human. Axe enjoyed listening to them talk… Dusty felt like he was the only one that didn't like really spending too much time with them.

He sat on the ground outside the bars, his head rested against his knees looking in at them. They were in one of the cells, of course, but it was well made in there. A nice bed, stuffed animals, books, and anything that they would need. A bell that could be rung if they needed anything while they were in there.

They were asleep right now, laid out under their blanket. Dusty had been sitting there for a while now, but he was lost in thought. Mostly thinking about things that he wanted to do later. Maybe he could try to play some of those games that he got from another AU. Maybe play that animal game on his Switch. That's always fun. He liked fishing… searching for the spiders.

As he was thinking about stuff he suddenly saw movement, making him blink, and he looks over to see what that was. They were waking up! Good, he had been getting bored. "Finally, do humans normally sleep that long?"

They turn their head to look over at him, and get this sleepy little smile. "Good morning to you too Dusty… how did you sleep?" They ask.

He makes a tsh sound, rolling his eyeshines. "I didn't sleep very well as per normal, you don't need to ask me things like that" He responds, "I got you breakfast. Axe told me to bring it to you" he slides the plate through the gate.

Y/n slowly gets out of the bed, walking over, and picks up the tray starting to eat slowly. Dusty watches for a second, then looks off to the side scratching lightly at his cheek.

"How come you always wear your hood?" he heard, making him pause, and he looks over at Y/n to see that they were looking at him. They seemed to be waiting for him to respond to their question.

"My hood?" he whispered, mostly just to himself, before he lets out a little annoyed sound, "Why do you care about my hood?"

"I'm just wondering," They shrugged their shoulders, looking at him with a relaxed smile on their face. He didn't like that. He didn't like how… how easily they smiled at him.

"It's stupid" he quickly responds, then sighs, and rubs at his neck looking off to the side thinking about what to say. "It makes me feel good, I like hiding… I guess."

Y/n makes a small oh sound, then lets out a small hum sound. They laugh softly and pat their hands on their knees. "Well if it matters at all," They start, “I think you’re beautiful.”

Dusty's sockets widen when he heard that, a deep blush appearing on his face and he looks at Y/n with big sockets. What the hell? What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He reaches up, tugging his scarf up to hide his lower face. "You…" he growls softly, blushing darker. "You shut up!" He stands up, heading out of the cell room, "Killer! You're taking my shift this time! The human is being weird!"

He then goes to his room, slamming the door behind him. Screw this person. Screw them. He wasn't beautiful, remotely like that, and he didn't want to hear it!

Damn it! Now he was embarrassed.

#Dusttale #Dusttale Sans #Dusty #Dusty Sans #Dust #Dust Sans #bad sanses #undertale alternate timeline #undertale ask blog #undertale alternate universe #undertale imagines #undertale au #Dusty X Reader #Reader X Dusty #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fic #Fanficions

99 notes · View notes

zoeykallus · 1 year

Note

Could you do a male reader with the batch. or the batch trying to figure out what to buy for their boyfriend? This is if you want to. Please don’t feel pressured to do so!

I never feel pressured to do anything! Okay that's a lie, I always feel pressured- BUT, that's no one's fault but mine :)) This idea sounds pretty sweet, let me look into it :))

The Bad Batch x Male!Reader - The Gift Dilemma

Mostly Fluffy/ Slightly Suggestive

______

Soon your birthday is coming and of course your batcher wants to give you something special to show you that you mean a lot to him. But that is not at all easy.

______

Hunter

It took him a long time to find the right thing. Somehow it's harder to give a gift to a man, at least Hunter thinks so. Especially to someone, you want to show your commitment and affection with this gift.

But finally he has decided. Your eyes are blindfolded, and you are traveling in a shuttle, a rented one, not the Marauders.

"Hunter what the hell are you going to do to me," you ask laughing, "You know I like these blindfold games, but usually we do it in my bedroom or yours."

Hunter chuckles, "Had a clown for breakfast, huh? You know very well that I have a surprise for your birthday".

As you are about to answer, you can feel the shuttle landing.

"But it's not until tomorrow"

Hunter assures you, "I know, honey, I didn't forget."

Hunter puts an arm around your waist and holds your hand as he leads you out of the shuttle. You immediately smell that you are no longer in the city. Fresh forest air hits your nose.

As he lets go of you, you try to blindly reach for him a little nervously, but he calmly says, "Relax, I'm still around, just a moment."

He always knows when your heart is racing, sometimes it's a curse, and sometimes it's a blessing.

"Hunter?"

"Still here," he chuckles softly, "You can take the blindfold off."

You do as you're told.

With a "TADA!", Hunter, who is standing a few feet away from you, spreads his arms.

Behind him is a pretty, little hut, with a porch. All around is wonderful nature and nearby, a river.

"I don't quite understand," you say with a cautious smile.

Hunter grins at you, "You complained that I didn't have enough time for you, so I got us this cabin for a long weekend. There's an open fireplace, a grill, and all sorts of snacks and drinks are already refrigerated in the house. It's all clean, there's electricity and running water, and we can do whatever we want. We can snuggle in front of the fireplace, cook together, fish at the river, watch holomovies or even spend a whole day in bed."

You stare at him in disbelief. The idea is incredibly sweet.

"A whole weekend?" you ask as if you're not sure if you might be dreaming.

"A long weekend, my love, four days".

You fall around his neck and press yourself against him.

"That's a wonderful gift, Hunter."

He smiles contentedly, "Don't worry, we'll catch up with my brothers for a little celebration when we get back"

Hunter leans towards your ear and puts his arm around you. Close to your ear, he says suggestively, "Come with me, I'll show you the bedroom first."

Echo

Did you know that Echo is a damn good cook? He will prepare for you your favorite meal plus dessert, all homemade, of course. Echo likes to give personal things, which are sometimes services and special favors. But of course that's not all, you are the man in his life, of course he came up with more.

A day at the wellness center, just the two of you. Massages, saunas, scented baths, aroma therapies, everything that relaxes mind and body. Echo is incredibly happy to see you relaxed and in a good mood.

"This is a wonderful gift, all this, the wonderful food, the wellness day," you say enthusiastically as you leave the center and Echo gently grabs your hand.

"That's not quite all"

Surprised, you look at him.

"It's not? Echo, you're not supposed to overdo it, I told you" you laugh and kiss his blushing cheek.

"It's not an exaggeration, a special person, celebrates his special day today. Nothing is exaggerated," he insists with a gentle smile.

"All right," you say amused, "Fill me in. What else is coming?"

Echo's cheeks have taken on a slightly rosy tone as he says, "I've rented us a hotel room for the night. For we have so little time to ourselves, and I thought…. well, some time just for us would be the perfect ending to this day."

You chuckle, "Oh, Echo, are you planning to seduce me?"

With a smirk he says, "Of course, were you expecting anything else?"

His arm wraps around your middle, and he pulls you close, leaning his forehead against yours.

Somewhat breathlessly, you say, "I can't wait to get there."

Wrecker

Our lively, fun guy has planned a day at the amusement park with you. Ferris wheel, cotton candy and love tunnel. He is so carefree and loving. He twirls you around, beams at you, you are his whole world and not just today. It is never boring with Wrecker, and he is always full of affection for you.

Maybe it took some getting used to at first that he is so open and affectionate with you, ignoring all the looks around him and devoting himself entirely to you, but you very quickly take a liking to it. He adores you and that is always clearly noticeable.

At the shooting range, he shoots you the biggest teddy bear, ridiculously large and strikingly colorful. And somehow it is one of the best gifts you ever received, because it is given to you with true affection.

When you come back everything is ready for a barbecue, Wrecker has involved the boys in the planning, and you all sit together in the evening, eat well and copiously, especially Wrecker, and have a lot of fun together.

Finally, Wrecker clinks his fork against his glass, stands up and says, "I want to make a toast."

The round becomes silent and looks at him. His loving gaze moves to you.

"To the man by my side I never want to miss, a reliable friend, an amusing companion and loving partner. Today is your day, we celebrate another year with a man we all cherish and I, for one, love. Happy Birthday, Cyare"

You could melt under his gentle gaze as he looks at you like you are the center of his universe.

"Thanks, Wrecker, that was incredibly sweet," you say dreamily as he sits back down with you.

He puts a strong arm around your shoulders and says, "I hope I get to celebrate many more birthdays with you, my love."

Tech

He started working on your gift almost a full year before your birthday, every spare minute sneaking away. In this project, started out of love, is a lot of work, credits and above all, affection. What he has undertaken is quite elaborate and time-consuming, which is why he has been working on it for so long.

In fact, he will finish with the finishing touches on the eve of your birthday just in time. Coming up with a gift is actually not a problem, in fact Tech has 101 ideas every few minutes, settling on one is much more of a challenge.

The next day, when he brings you to his little workshop he's rented in Cid's building, you're shocked at first, though, when he unveils your gift. You find yourself face to face with a droid, one that is eerily familiar to you.

It's an assassin droid from the IG series.

"Tech!" you exclaim, startled, "It's an assassin droid."

Tech smiles unperturbed and says, "Don't worry, I worked on him and reprogrammed him. Especially for you. He will be your bodyguard, protocol droid, and a housekeeper when needed."

You allow yourself to take a breath and carefully circle the droid.

With a small laugh, you say, "Tech, you really are amazing."

"I know," he says with a smirk, "That way I know you're protected when I'm not around and you have a helping hand when you need it, anytime"

"A well thought out gift"

"Do you like it?"

Smiling you put your arms around him and give him a gentle kiss.

"I'll take that as a yes" Tech says with a grin.

Crosshair

He is eerily quiet today, has been all day. Since he congratulated you in the morning, he has hardly said a word. Crosshair doesn't talk much in general, but today he talks even less than usual. You don't know that he's worried about having the right gift for you. The thought drives him crazy.

Crosshair watches you unwrap the other gifts and sits next to you, all tense. When you finally start to open his gift, he looks at your hands. He doesn't say a word, doesn't move. But you know him, you can tell he's nervous.

"Do you want us to open the gift when we're both alone?" you ask him, wanting to take away some of his nervousness.

He shrugs, "Doesn't matter, have it your way".

You put the gift aside with a soft sigh and kiss his cheek. He barely responds, but he rarely does anyway when you''re not alone. Crosshair has a problem showing affection, especially in front of others. Of course you know that, and you don't blame him.

Later that night, you finally sit in your bedroom and he presses the gift back into your hand.

"Open it."

You rip open the paper to reveal bedsheets.

"You remembered my favorite color" you say smiling "Feels fantastic. Is that Nabooian silk?"

Crosshair nods, "It is. But that's not all. Unfold it"

You hold your breath for a moment as you discover his name and yours in the finest hand embroidery, stitched on the sheet.

"This is wonderful! Thank you Crosshair"

He shrugs and says, "I wanted to give you something that you could use, that looks nice and at the same time shows that I take this relationship between us seriously, that I'm ready for real commitment."

Your heart beats incredibly fast, what he just said is the best gift he could have ever given you.

Crosshair grabs your chin and says, "Happy Birthday" before kissing you deeply.

Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

@rintheemolion

@andyoufollowyourheart @clone-whore-99

@brynhildrmimi @kaliel2310

@misogirl828 @tech-deck

@meshla-madalene

@chxpsi

@thebahdbitch

@nahoney22 @ladykatakuri

@darkangel4121

@ttzamara

@arctrooper69

@padawancat97

@agenteliix

@puppetswithteeth

@palliateclaws

@either-madness-or-brilliance

@ortizshinkaroff

@andy-solo1

@hunterssecretrecipe

@heyitsaloy

@greaser-wolf

@starwarsnerd111

123 notes · View notes

rengokuswif3 · 2 years

Text

Tough Guy

Inosuke Hashibira x Reader

Warnings: Blood, pretty sure that’s it

Dates with Inosuke usually involved the outdoors, since that’s where he was comfortable and where you tended to have the most fun. The two of you would leave your Demon Slayer duties for later and go spend a few nights in the mountains together, fishing at the nearby river for food and sleeping in the trees together. You never felt unsafe out there when Inosuke was with you, after all he had grown up by himself in the wilderness, so he knew what he was doing. If a demon ever crossed paths with you, he’d insist on protecting you despite knowing very well you could take care of yourself. He didn’t doubt your strength at all, he knew you could beat his ass in training any day of the week, he just felt it was a noble thing to do to protect his s/o.

Even still, that didn’t happen often, and you certainly didn’t expect it just having a nice midnight chat outside near the river. Inosuke was busy trying to grab fish with his hands, already knee deep in the water, while you preferred to sit on the dewy grass and look at the stars above the two of you. The forest always brought you peace, you could feel the cool breeze through your hair and shaking the leaves, you could smell the fresh water running and hear the woodland creatures go about their business. It was actually quite easy for you to tune out Inosuke’s yelling, after all, you had gotten rather used to it by now. So your peace wasn’t ever disrupted, though you somehow felt relaxed hearing him cause you knew he was being himself around you. He even skipped out on the boars head tonight, letting you see his beautiful face you loved so much.

“OI, DAMMIT. THESE STUPID FISH ARE TOO SLICK!” He kicked the water in annoyance, not having caught a single fish yet.

“Inosuke, why don’t you come sit with me?” You asked, patting the grass next to you.

“After I catch one of these suckers!” He shook his head, eyes focusing back on the water, scanning for a fish to swim past.

“You’re not going to catch one this late at night! You can’t see anything!” You giggle when he grabs something and pulls out a large leaf instead of a fish.

“I have great vision! I can see just fine!” He shouts at you. “Just you wait! I’m gonna catch the juiciest fish here and you’ll be thanking me!”

“Whatever you say, tough guy.” You chuckle, sitting back and watching him continue to yell at fish that slipped out of his grasp and smacked him in the face, sending him falling over into the water. You laughed when he sat up, hair sticking to his face and shivering now.

“Now will you come sit with me?” You ask again, smiling at the pout on his face as he grumbles to himself, but caves in and hauls himself out of the water. He shakes his whole body like a dog, drenching you in the process and making his boar hide poofy and his hair wild.

“Come here, you wreck.” You grabbed his hand and tugged him down, making him sit in front of you so you could take his crazy hair. You pulled sticks and leaves out of it, gently combing it with your fingers. Inosuke protested at first until he realized it actually felt quite nice, and let you continue doing what you were doing.

“There, all better.” You beam at him as he sits back up to face you, for once a content look on his face.

“Y/N?” He asks, his calm expression not changing at all (which sort of worried you).

“Yeah?”

“Have I ever told you that…you have a zit right there?” He harshly pokes your forehead.

“Ow! Screw you!” You smack his hand away as he laughs loudly. “It’s not my fault I actually wash my face and still break out, meanwhile you have that sweaty, nasty pig head on all the time and still have flawless skin!”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean that I know what hygiene is. Have you ever heard of deodorant?”

“HEY! I GIVE OFF A MUSKY, NATURAL SCENT.”

“Yeah, called sweat.”

“NUH UH.” He crosses his arms like a child, making you giggle again since he is oh so cute when he pouts.

“I’m just teasing, sweetheart.” You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek, which seems to brighten him up.

“Gimme another one.” He points at his cheek demandingly. You lean in to kiss him on the cheek again, only for him to turn his head at the last second to make you kiss him on the lips. It’s not like the two of you haven’t kissed before, he just likes to mess with you every chance he got.

“Inosuke Hashibira, you’re going to be the death of me.” You say sweetly.

“What?! I’d never kill you! Why would you say such a thing?!” His eyes widen in shock.

“Honey, it’s an expression. It means I’d die for you.”

“DONT DO THAT! I WILL DIE FOR YOU FIRST Y/N!”

“Okay, we’re getting off track here-“

Both of you fall silent when you realize you don’t hear any wind or any animals. Not a single bird chirped, not a single leaf shuttered. It was eerie, the forest was never this quiet. You both quickly stand up and look around you, both on high alert. You reflexively grab Inosuke’s hand when you hear a twig snap behind you, and Inosuke protectively pulls you behind him and bares his teeth as a figure slowly steps out of the shadows.

“Hello, little lambs~” the demon grinned menacingly at the two of you.

“LITTLE LAMBS?!” Inosuke yelled, but looked to you when you gave him a warning tug to his hand. You were scared, neither of you brought your swords with you to your date, what would you defend yourself with? Sure both your fighting skills were good, but how would you cut the demons head off?

“Are you lost? Don’t you know it’s not safe to be out at night?” The demon stalked closer to the two of you.

“STAY BACK OR I’LL MESS YOU UP BIG TIME, MAN.” Inosuke warned, crouching into a fighting stance.

“Oh really?” The demon crept even closer, cracking its knuckles as it showed its claws.

“What do we do?” You whispered to Inosuke.

“Don’t worry.” He squeezed your hand before letting go and completely facing the demon. “YOU WANNA FIGHT ME? HUH? THEN FIGHT ME!”

“Oh I don’t want to fight you. I just want to eat you!” The demon lunged at full speed at Inosuke. Inosuke sent a hard punch right at the demons face, sending him spinning backwards.

“Come on!” Inosuke grabbed your hand and tugged you along with him, running back towards camp where you had left all your weapons. “We just need to get to our swords, okay?”

“Got it!” You nodded in confirmation, running as fast as you could alongside him.

“You’re not getting away that easy!” The demon yelled somewhere behind you, sending shivers down your spine. You felt hope flood your chest when you finally saw your camp, your swords gleaming in the moonlight. Inosuke charged ahead towards his swords and you ran towards your own, yelping when you felt something grab your ankle and pull you down.

“Y/N!” Inosuke froze for a moment, trying to decide whether to run to you or go to his swords so he could truly help you.

“Go! Hurry!” You yell at him desperately, knowing you could fend off the demon long enough. Inosuke nods and quickly runs off to get his swords as you flip yourself over to face the demon head on. It’s eyes glowed menacingly as it stated down at you, drooling over the blood on your face from your fall.

“You smell delicious~” the demon leaned down slowly, keeping claws to your neck as it licked the blood off your face. “And you taste delicious too!”

“GET OFF OF THEM!” Inosuke’s voice boomed, dangerously enraged now that he saw the demon put its filthy hands on you. Inosuke body slammed it away from you and charged right at it so it wouldn’t have a break. You used the opportunity to leap to your feet and scramble to get to your own sword so you could help your boyfriend fight this demon off.

You heard the clashing off Inosuke’s swords as he swung at the demon, and his angry yelling as the demon easily dodged his attacks and kept the cocky smile on its face. You finally reached your campsite and saw your sword propped up against a tree. Your hand met the hilt just as you hear a pained yelp, making you turn around to see the demon has badly slashed Inosuke’s torso. Your hand gripped your sword so tightly your knuckles turned white, and a fiery anger clouded your rationality.

“GET AWAY FROM HIM!” You screamed as you charged over, getting there faster than you had thought you could. You couldn’t reach his head from this angle without hurting Inosuke, so you slashed its arms off to buy some time.

“I’m fine! I got this!” Inosuke groaned as he held his stomach, blood seeping between his fingers.

“You’re bleeding bad, here.” You quickly shrug off your haori and pressing it to the large wound.

“No no, I’m fine!” Inosuke tried to push your hands away, wincing as you pressed to stop the bleeding.

“Please just stay!” You shouted at him, a little angrier than you intended, but it got the message across to him and he stayed out as you spun around to kill the demon yourself.

“I see you two are fond of each other.” The demon snickered as its arms grew back. “It’ll be so much more fun to watch your face as I eat the other! Which one shall I eat first?”

“NEITHER, YOU SON OF A BITCH!” You screamed as you charged, enraged that he had hurt your boyfriend. You knew Inosuke had a high pain tolerance, but that slash was really deep and bleeding a lot, the demon must have cut a blood vessel. It pissed you off. All you wanted was to have a nice night under the stars with Inosuke, was that too much to ask? You were sick of demons ruining everything for you! And this particular one hurt someone you cared about greatly for, and that was unforgivable.

The demon swiftly dodged your attacks, feet quick and nimble compared to you. You knew you had to outsmart it before it could injure you too and bring Inosuke back into battle, risking further harm to him. Your slashes only cut off limbs, you couldn’t get close to the neck yet. You had to time it just right. Any microsecond off and you’d miss again and again.

You slowed your breathing down, beginning Total Concentration Breathing so you could pin point exactly where it’s neck would be. Time seemed to move a bit slower, but you moved at regular speed. You quickly used the opportunity to slice right through the demons neck, instantly beheading it. The demon screamed obscenities at you as it’s body slowed started to ash away, but you couldn’t care less as you ran to a star struck looking Inosuke.

“Suke! We have to get you to help!” You shouted in a panic, seeing your blood soaked haori in his hand pressed against his abdomen.

“Y/N…that was…THAT WAS SO AWESOME! YOU DID AMAZING! YOU ARE FAR STRONGER THAN I AND I AM VERY IMPRESSED WITH YOUR SKILLS!” Inosuke said proudly, eyes beaming up at you.

“Thank you, Inosuke, but we have got to get you medical attention!” You said desperately, helping him up and letting him lean on you for support as you walked.

He was silent for a bit, focusing on walking without making it hurt too much. You couldn’t tell if he was just tired from the blood loss, or if he was upset he had lost the battle, or what but he was quiet and that wasn’t normal for him.

“Inosuke? Are you alright? Are you starting to pass out?” You asked quickly, seeing his eyes become slowly unfocused and in a daze.

“I just…you…I love you.” He basically slurred, the blood loss finally taking a toll on him. “That was really something.”

“That’s what it got for ruining our date.” You kissed him on the cheek, before hauling him into your arms and carrying him princess style.

“Hey! I don’t need to be carried!” He shouted, eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to focus on you.

“Just take it easy, tough guy. I’ve got you.”

#inosuke hashibira #demon slayer inosuke #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #inosuke x reader #Inosuke hashibira x reader #kny #kny x reader

157 notes · View notes

pof203 · 2 months

Text

A Summoner Birthday

Special Quest: Kimun Kamui

Oh wow! This place is made out of candy. Is the rest of this world like this?

Not really. Some places are based on different stories. I hope you like it here.

Kimun Kamui: It's not like anything I've ever seen.

You brought your scout master and friend, Kimun Kamui, to the virtual fairytale world because he was curious about what kind of place it is.

Kimun Kamui: I heard there was a river near here. I would like to see that.

Lupin: Okay, let's go.

Lupin and Kimun Kamui: Boom chicka boom!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry if that is not the right cheer. It's been awhile since I played that event.

With that, you and Kimun Kamui go to the river.

You and Kimun Kamui arrive at the river without and problems.

Kimun Kamui: (happy) How wonderful! This place almost reminds me of when we went camping during the jamboree.

Lupin: (also happy) I had a feeling you would.

Kimun Kamui: How about we do some fishing? I wonder what fish in a virtual world tastes like.

Lupin: Nothing really, it's just ones and zeroes.

Kimun Kamui: I'll be the judge of that.

You and Kimun Kamui go fishing in the river. The both of you are sitting by the bank with your lines cast out, waiting for a bite.

Kimun Kamui: (sighing) This is relaxing. Just you, me, and all of Mother Nature... Even though she's not real in this world. It's just so hard to believe that this place is fake. Those friends of yours really outdid themselves.

Lupin: I think Kurogane and Boogeyman would be happy to hear that. They originally created this world to teach naughty children a lesson. Now they use it as a kind of resort for those who wish to take a break from reality.

Kimun Kamui: I don't see why they should. Spending time in reality's great outdoors can be good, too.

Lupin: I'm sure it is. But for now, let's enjoy this place while we can.

Kimun Kamui: Hmm. I suppose you're right.

You and Kimun Kamui continue to sit by the bank a little longer, waiting for a fish to come. You suddenly notice that Kimun Kamui is looking a bit down.

Lupin: Kimun? Is something wrong?

Kimun Kamui: I'm find. It's just that... This river. It really does remind me of our camping trip... It also reminds me of...

Kimun Kamui suddenly frowning at his memory of what happened during that fateful time during the scout jamboree. You put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

Lupin: You have to put that past you.

Kimun Kamui: Can I?

Lupin: Look, I don't pretend to know what it is you went though, but I want to help you just as you helped us.

Kamun Kamui: Thank you, Lupin. Though, I get the feeling that you do know.

Lupin: Oniwaka, Zabainyya, Horkeu Kamui, and... Wakan Tanka. I guess you're not far off. I just want things to be good... For all of us.

Kamun Kamui: I know you do. If anything, I want the same thing. We are all nature's creations. If we forget something like that, then just who are we? I want to help others grow into their best selves. Though Wen Kamui still haunts me, I still want to keep helping others grow. I helped you, Shiro, Aizan, Moritaka, and Kagutsuchi. You shouldn't be the last.

Lupin: And we won't. We will help you just as you helped us. We will keep getting others to grow and become their best selves. No matter how hard it may be.

Kamun Kamui: It's true that this road won't be easy, but at least we will travel it together.

You and Kamun Kamui hold each other's hand with this renewed hope to keep growing and learning new things.

Suddenly, Kamun Kamui's line begins twitching.

Kamun Kamui: (excited) I think I got a bite!

Lupin: That's wonderful!

You both grab hold of the fishing line. After a few good pulls, you managed to pull out... some water grass that got caught on the hook.

Kamun Kamui: (a bit disappointed) Oh, that's a shame.

Lupin: But at least we had fun.

Kamun Kamui: (smiling a bit) That's true.

It started to get late and you both decided to go back to Candyland to return home.

#my birthday #birthday #tokyo afterschool summoners #housamo #kimun kamui #wen kamui

2 notes · View notes

bitsandbobsofwriting · 2 years

Note

I moved inland recently and have really been missing the ocean. And wondered what do you think everyone's reactions to see the ocean for the first time would be?

(Headcanon Masterlist) (Full Masterlist)

Aww, I'm sorry for your loss anon, I don't personally live near the ocean, but I HAVE lived near an easy-to-swim-in river my entire life, and I can't imagine suddenly not having it a fifteen minutes' walk from my home.

Other than that, this is a really cute ask!

Ok so Arthur and Leon are sort of... scared of it?? Like I imagine them climbing a great hill and getting to the top just to see a vast, endless, dark abyss stretched out before them. To be honest, I think scared might be the wrong word, I think saying it unnerves them is more accurate. They're knights, they've been trained to stay in control of every situation all the time, and they know they just... can't control this. If they get on a ship, then yes, there's a certain amount of skill involved, skill that they can learn and hone and master, but at the end of the day, if the ocean decides to capsize a boat, whether it's a one-manned dingy or a hundred-manned ship, there's not much anyone on board can do about it. They could probably learn to see the beauty in it eventually, during a sunset or a sunrise, or the dead of night where the only thing you can see for miles and miles are stars in double over a still ocean... then yeah, maybe. But it takes a while, and it's probably more to do with how much their companions love it than anything else.

Morgana is... similar I suppose, but it just makes her more determined in her quest to master all parts of magic. She spends a lot of time in the water, going deeper and deeper until she's basically a part of it, until it bends and shapes and ripples to her every whim. She knows then that even if a great storm were to topple her from the prow of a ship, hundreds of miles away from dry land and hundreds of miles up from the sea floor, she'd be ok. She respects the ocean, and it respects her. She doesn't often find herself thinking it's beautiful, but when she does, on those rare occasions, she could stare and stare and stare for hours on end.

Gwen thinks it's wonderful. She's read books about it and seeing paintings and such, but she never imagined.... this. She has that classical wide eyed wonder that you see in the movies when something beautiful happens to someone who totally deserves it. She wouldn't be as confident if it came to sailing across a big expanse, but she's a realist, and as long as nothing went to terrible, she'd get used to it. Mostly she just likes swimming about and messing around in the shallows.

Elyan, Percival, and Lancelot have this... stop and stare moment. They let out little breaths that are sort of... halfway to laughter, and they stand with a hand on their hips and smile as they just... freeze, and let their eyes wonder over it for a while. Elyan probably gets over it the quickest, and Lancelot will mutter a quiet "It's beautiful..." to himself, but overall they have pretty understated reactions.

Gwaine lets out a semi obnoxious whistle, but I reckon he actually finds the ocean kind of comforting?? It doesn’t require controlling or understanding. It requires a little care and wariness, but the fact that the ocean is so much bigger and more powerful than he is is relaxing. As long as he doesn’t go sailing, it doesn’t require any stress or work. The ocean is something he can respect and defer to without feeling like a failure. He also enjoys pissing around at the beach and chasing crabs and fish through the shallows.

Mordred is like Elyan, Percy, and Lance, in that he just stops and stares with wide eyes, except... more. His magic creates a special connection between himself and the ocean just because it’s such a vast, complex well of life and death and magic, and that takes a lot of brain power for his mind to understand and overcome. He’s pretty at ease with the ocean, even when maybe he shouldn’t be because there’s a massive storm going on or something. He’s not as skilled as Morgana is water magic, but he has a natural talent that he cultivates a little, just so he can get more out of the connection.

Gaius is... wary. He knows what drinking salt will do to a human body, he’s seen bodies swollen with water, he’s seen victims of secondary drowning, scared and purple and unable to breath hours after they’d been pulled from a river. He knows what dangerous water can do to people, and this is the most dangerous water there is. But he also knows there are seaweeds and jellyfish and crabs and sharks and rays that have answers to illnesses that have been plaguing humanity for centuries. He knows there are currents and winds that will take you to what may very well be whole other worlds, and that there is a whole other world just below the surface, and another world again, miles and miles down. He’s fascinated, wary, curious, scared. And a lot more. But I think when he first sees it in person, it’s just... vast and beautiful. It's like when he first came to Camelot as a far younger man and saw the castle spires rising above the treeline he himself was still walking through, except this is so much bigger, and emptier, and far more powerful. He just takes a minute to gather himself and clear his mind of queries. He’ll have the answers soon enough, he’s sure.

When Merlin first sees the ocean, it opens up a whole other part of himself he hadn’t known existed. There’s so much life, from billions of tiny organisms in one invisible-to-the-human-eye shoal, to giant monsters in the deep, all reaching out to him, to his magic, to his soul. I imagine it’s pretty overwhelming. It’s sort of similar to a forest, in that he can sort of subconsciously feel every living thing around him, feel every breath and movement and flutter of the wind, but he grew up surrounded by forests so never really... noticed it?? It was the norm for him. He’s never really been near the ocean before, and the ocean is so much more full of life than the forests are, and that’s... a lot, for his brain to comprehend. He needs some time, I think. He thinks it’s beautiful and wonderful and he loves it with his whole heart and he feels a little empty when he, and by extension his magic, move... out of range as it were, but when he first sees it/gets close to it, he’s irritable and losing sleep and getting distracted. The others probably think he’s afraid, or annoyed for whatever reason, but really he’s just exhausted because there’s so much information and so many signals running through his head, it’s like his soul is split in two for a few days, but he has to control both halves with one brain and one body. Once he successfully learns to separate and deal with the information he gets when near the sea, he’s a lot happier. He’s similar to Morgana in terms of magical skill, but it comes a little more naturally to him. He can spend hours or days just sat a the shoreline, watching the tide come in and out and letting his magic roam as far and free as it wants in currents and winds and migration paths. He’s a forest baby at heart and always will be, but the ocean really is something awe-inspiring and incredible for Merlin, and he adores it.

That was really fun to write anon, I hope you liked it, and I hope you get to visit the ocean soon!!

53 notes · View notes