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not-a-big-slay · 1 year

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The boys' love languages

The Bad Batch x gn!reader

i am mentally unwell, i need this

warnings: mentions of crosshair on kamino in his part, mentions of having insecurities in echo's and wrecker's part

a/n: this fic is gender neutral, but because i fantisized myself there, its possible i did a mistake somewhere, so please, if you see some, point it out <3

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Hunter

main love language: acts of service

other: physical touch

Hunter's love language is definitely acts of service

he is such a fuckin gentleman

he offers you a hand whenever you go out of the ship or inside

or if you fall, his hand would be the first thing you'd see

also, he is soo protective of you

whenever there's danger he will put his hand on your lowerback to reassure you that he is there

and if you have some undercover thing, he will stay as close to you as possible if the place is unsafe

god forbid you get hurt bc that's when he's truly worried

he tries to stay calm when it's a little wound or a scratch, but when you go unconsious or lose blood BOI DOES HE FREAK OUT

he will stay by your side 24/7 or how long it's needed, bringing you meals and doing everything you desire

and when you're sick he will be making some good ass soup that they gave them on Kamino whenever they had a cold (assuming they did)

and he lets you sleep BY THE WALL, bravely facing the demons and protecting you from them

he also loves when you try to protect him, even though you're smaller and definitely not as skilled, but it still means a lot to him

it warms his heart when you hear some loud noise and put your hand in front of him

he does the same thing by instinct so you both just smile when your hands bump on their way to protect

his second love language might be physical touch

he is the big spoon but won't complain when you wrap your hands around him sometimes

my bro asks for consent once on a specific thing and then not again, if you don't feel like it at the moment, a simple not now or no is all that's needed

then he will ask again after a while

you also have to ask for consent (i mean obviously), Hunter loves touch, but sometimes enough is enough and something's may be too far for his sensitive sense

but it goes both ways: you ask once for specific thing

forehead kisses and hugs from behind is his morning routine and at this point, it's more frequent than breakfast

if you don't get one or the other in the morning, it feels uncomftortable, and you know something is wrong

he doesn't do PDA

not that he hates it, his mind is just in a different place in public, as yall go outside mostly because of a mission

but once on the Maraurder, Hunter takes a nap with you and cuddle if you're down

and you are, everytime

Tech

main love language: gift giving/receiving

other: quality time

tech's love is told by many useless small gifts, but you cherish them for ever

he gives you wire bracelts, metal ring, everything he finds useless remade into something either wearable or hangable

how better to express his love when he fixes a lot of things and sees these things daily

you always wear them, even though you have a lot of rings from him now, you always change them so he feels loved and validated

that doesn't mean he only likes giving gifts to you, he also loves when you give him something yourself

you don't make gifts like he does, lacking the skill he obviously has, but you find lots of different stuff on missions and you so far brought him an old antic vase, cute shiny stones and a small crystal

he is also taking care of a plant you gave him, anxious it might be poisonous, but he reassured you it's not (although you knew he might be lying to not hurt your feelings, so you keep an eye out when Omega gets too close to it)

you used to bring him bracelets and rings, but Tech noticed they are quite expensive and realized you stole most of them, so he forbid it

yet you sometimes do and proceed to lie about where you got it (he knows you are lying, but he loves your stubborness so much he lets it slide)

Tech doesn't give you presents that often, but only because he worry it would tire you, so he keeps it special that way

and when he'll be sure about marriage, he will propose with one of his homemade rings

his other love language might be quality time

Tech loves to talk a lot about his work and random knowledge he posseses, so he needs someone to listen

luckily, you will always be there (luckily for him and for the others when they realized they don't need to pretend interest anymore)

you listen to him talk about his day and he sometimes teaches you basic coding or repairs

and you're not like his brothers, you actually listen and ask interesting questions he more than gladly answers

he likes to hear you talk about your interests as well, listening to every word coming out of your mouth

because he learns about things he's interested in, he loves to spend his free time with you, getting to know you

and yes, he knows every small detail you said

if you only mentioned you hate fish, he will take it as his job to fix that information with you and use it if necessary ("Tonight's dinner is fish". Hunter would say and you would automatically prepared to respond with:"oh i-", but Tech would be faster than you and say as an obvious fact:" Y/N hates fish. they will need something else.")

Echo

main love language: words of affirmation

other: light physical touch

Echo, my baby, needs to be reassured of your love

he has gone through a LOT and he's been alone all this time

so he will need some cute loving words to know he has you on his side

i'm not happy saing this, but he surely is insecure

all the horrible changes that made him almost part robot can't be helping him with self-image and self-esteem (he is beautiful though, isn't he)

so when you say things like: i love every part of you, youre so beautiful, i adore you whole, it leaves him with butterflies everywhere

he is addicted to your voice, it calms him

he likes to be reassured or your love when he's nervous or anxious, a light it's ok or you got this improves his mood instantly

he doesn't need to hear them every minute but it's nice to get your affirmation once a day

but you obviously tell him more than once a day, you tell him almost every hour, thinking it might be too much (spoiler: it isn't)

he also creates petnames for you

some are basic: love, cyare, mesh'la, darling, ...

but some are specifically for you, you have never heard them from someone else: shining, bubble, ka'ra (star, stars)

of course he says i love you back

he even adds a spice to it, because words are his way of loving, and he loves you a LOT

he sometimes says i adore you or your favorite i draw you in my dreams (only in private though, god forbid for his brothers to hear.)

my man's a poet when it comes to you, which surprised you, because he didn't look very outspoken when you met him

he is still quiet though, he saves his words for you

when words can't describe his love, touch comes into place

now, Echo isn't a big fan of physical stuff, Techno Union made sure of that, but a light squeez on his hand or a kiss on his temple is something he can get used to

the most used thing he does is putting his forehead against yours after an intense job or just an exhausting day

he loves good night and good morning kisses, as well as an afternoon hug from behind

he won't cuddle you at night, he is the most vurnerable in his sleep and when you hug him tightly, it feels like he can't breathe or feels trapped

it's nothing against you, he just likes his space at night

but if you have a nightmare, he will surely spoon you for comfort, just not too tightly

Crosshair

main love language: quality time

other: acts of service

this man is a sucker for some one-on-one

Cross doesn't trust easily, so he needs to get to know you more

and once he takes a liking in you, he wants to know everything there is to tell about you, through and through

every alone time spent together he opens up more and more, you are giving him the time he needs, which he appreciates, but also holding a cards close to your chest, not telling him everything at once, which drives him crazy

but he loves it deep down, it makes him more drawn to you

of course not every hang out is spend by talking, sometimes it's just about each other's presence

you casually help him clean his rifle, he helps you with whatever you need

some days he doesn't feel like talking, but he will be right beside you, watching you work, or just listen to you talk about anything

he likes listening to your rambles, he learns more about you like that, your interests and hobbies as well as bad habits and coping mechanisms

occasionally, he talks about the history of the batch before you joined or some of his favorite missions, you noticed he especially took liking in telling stories where Wrecker gets slightly hurt, smirking a bit when he tells you how he hit his head escaping Separatist's tanks as a distraction, but ended up unconcious

you love to listen to him, mostly being quiet when he talks. you thought that doing some 'ooh, aah's would only make him irritated or if you disturbed him, (which you sometimes wanted, because many missions they had reminded you of some new ones) you feared he would stop talking to you, but that would never happen

sometimes you can't hold yourself and do interrupt him, telling him excitingly what that mission reminded you of. Crosshair isn't mad, he is actually glad you do this sometimes, he takes it as a sign of your listening and interest, even though you apologize after cutting him off

when you left him on Kamino, it broke your heart, but what really shattered it were the silent nights you suddenly had

you were lonely without him and couldn't talk to anyone in the batch the way that you two did, so you found yourself talking to nothing, imagining Crosshair next to you

you didn't know that far away, on Kamino, he did the same

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if spending time together doesn't help, Crosshair shows his love through his doings

actions are stronger than words for him, so he makes sure you are loved enough

the most frequent act is pulling you away from possible danger, both by your waist or hand

everytime he senses someone or something uncomfortable, he guards you or pulls you closer to him from it

to do that, he often watches Hunter's reactions in different situations

it is a habit of his you got used to so much that you move to him when you feel unsafe

my boy also makes you coffee or any favorite drink you have after every mission

he remembers how you like it, exactly how you like it

you are convinced that you couldn't now make your favorite drink that perfectly as him, though you taught him in the first place

we need to talk about how much of a gentleman he is though

he pulls chairs out for you, offers a hand if there is an inconvenience in your way, also offering a toothpick when he takes one out for himself (which he now kind of regrets, because he got you addicted to them and that means he has to buy them more frequently), asking you if you are alright after fights, shootings, etc.

still, he likes to be spoiled like that as well, which you do

your basic show of love is buying him new toothpicks (as mentioned before, it is halfly your fault they dissapear so quickly) and you secretly hid them in his pocket where they usually are, not taking credit for purchasing them (that doesn't mean Crosshair is oblivious to that fact, he simply just enjoys your sneaking around to put them there)

what you do automatically now is adjusting the room tempature so he could sleep deeply, as he doesn't often

Crosshair and the others are used to sleeping in a cold environment, due to their life on rainy Kamino, and while others somehow adapted to tempature changes, Crosshair couldn't fall asleep in a warm room

so every night, before you go to sleep, you adjust the tempature to 10°C (50°F), and when you go to sleep after the sharpshooter, sometimes you watch how his position changes immidiately due to his, when you're not too tired

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‎Wrecker

main love language: physical touch

other: words of affirmation

time for this strong man, fun fact: he really loves kisses

small ones mainly, he likes to give you a peck on the cheek everytime you pass him

he is smithered by love and he needs to give it away like this

hugs are also his thing, he gives the best hugs out of every embrace you've ever been in

he usually picks you up and tightly squeezes you, but he is being careful not to squish you

you always put your cheek on his during a hug, that totally doesn't melt his heart or anything, or you whisper in his ear: i love you too cyare (oh yeah, calling him cyare also doesn't affect his entire being whatsoever)

when there is something important going on, he has his hand on your shoulder or holds your hand shamelessly, pissing off Hunter ("Does this feel 'low profile' to you two?" he curses at the sight of you holding hands and Wrecker will always respond back: "Have you ever heard of couples? Dating is not a thing we invented, ask Tech". As Tech is dragged into it, he will either ignore or confirms Wrecker's statement by sighing: "No, that's definitely not a term you invented, Wrecker. Congratulations on winning the argument.")

the strong boy is definitely the big spoon, he lives to scoop you close to him and holding you in the most vulnerable moments (no, it's not a mistake, he lives to do that)

but you did convince him to try the little spoon and he has to admit that it's almost a tie for him

he just adores your little arms trying to get around his shoulders, but he enjoys being wrapped in his lovers hands

yet he still prefers being the big spoon as he is prepared to protect you

if you are not big on physical touch, it doesn't upset him, he gives you time

also, he always ask for consent, even on little kisses

sometimes, he doesn't ask directly, but he slowly moves to you, waiting for your reaction

if you shake your head or take a step back, he stops and just smiles at you or says something sweet

if you smile, nod or move in his direction, he takes it as a yes and will trap you in his hugs and kisses

when he is overly excited or happy from a finished job/mission, he will take you up on his shoulders, carrying you to the Maraurder or to Cid's (although he puts you down before the steps, you both wouldn't fit into the narrow stairwell)

you were surprised when he did it for the first time, but subconsiously expect it now, when he loudly yells something positive

if you really mind physical touch and know you won't warm up to it, he expresses his love by words

he is simple, saying i love you or be careful before missions or when you go out are the basics

he asks you about your day, adding a very cute nickname he has and made for your name (that only he can use. his words not yours) and you ask about his in return (you tried to do the same for him, but the nickname you came up with didn't catch on. maybe Wreckie sounded too childish, but it was good for joking around)

he thinks of you everyday and voices it every evening, saying what reminded him of you today (of course not in private, he needs his brothers to hear)

you always say some sweet phrases to Wrecker whenever you walk by him: you look pretty, hey love, there he is- the man of my desires, etc.

you also reassure him when he's upset. or overwhelmed, which happens often on intense missions. you make sure you are there for him for comfort

he definitely says good morning and good night to you and he makes sure it would be the first and last thing in your day, so he says it extremely early and extremely late, but you don't mind

Wrecker doesn't get insecure about your relationship much, you return his love equaly so he has no reason to, but there are rare moments where he overthinks

he usually puts distance between you and isolates himself when these thoughts occur, that's when you know he is doing it again

for him to snap out of it, you make food for the two of you and sit next to him without a word, you put a blanket over you and just sit and cuddle with him in silence

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etoilesbienne · 8 months

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do you think q4halo could ever be friends again? even with everything politically related they at least still hung out a little but then the furniture incident happened and now this, i think ill have to take a few days the grieve the lost connection and it will now be tainted :( it will never be the same :(

You have come into my askbox and I am unwell about media analysis & love to be dramatic. That is your fair warning.

No, q!4halo will never be the same. It can't, it had to go like this to move the plot forward.

Could the scorpion and the frog be friends? Could Romeo choose to not kill himself?

Maybe! However, that's not really what matters there. That's not why people like those stories, not why people repeat them endlessly.

Sometimes characters fall apart, and that's the point. You can always go too far and get past a point of no return. Especially on something like QSMP - it's not a morality tale and it isn't children's television. Not everything can be qommunicated out.

4halo is on that same path. 4halo, in my opinion, was never going to be a lovey-dovey cutesy romance ship. To be frank, that's not why either creator really seems to have fun rping with each other.

Their friendship on the other hand? I... kinda doubt it. I can see a recovery arc for Forever, but q!BBH kinda holds onto grudges like no tomorrow - like he still mocks Slimecicle to his face over him trying to murder Dapper (I think BBH is justified in this lol but literally no other parents hold this against Charlie still, so it's a good example). He does not forget things. If Forever wants to repair that relationship, he'd have to be going against his own initial idealism & plans for the presidency, which I can see! Especially after this arc, I don't doubt he'll have some heavy qualms with the federation, it's just up to him & his interactions to see how much that relationship is going to be repaired.

Though you are right, it will never be the same. I fully believe Bad is going to hold doubts over Forever for the rest of time thanks to this. You cannot undo things that have truly gone too far. Dante is not the same man at the top of Paradiso that he was at the gates of Inferno, having a fictional character stay static & unmoving is a disservice to both of them. I hope they never return to what they were. It's more fun this way!

#asks #qsmp #qsmp rambles #fwiw i like both of these character arcs. they're really good.#fandom crit

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strawhatsoraya · 1 year

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hi sunshine! how are you? hope everything’s good and you’re doing fine! sorry if I might sound too cheesy but I absolutely adore the way you write, everything you post I eat it up immediately and the fact that you do this for free? you’re a gift, so I was wondering if you’d like to write this scenario (exclusively if you’re comfortable and interested in doing so) it’s NSFW for shanks with a F!reader (there is just something about him that is so damn attractive) and it’s about her being maybe part of the crew or another pirate (your choice), we know his crew and him are not particularly interested in treasures and money, and I would think the one they have are obtained similarly to what the strawhats do and not by raiding cities, and I would imagine shanks to not be interested in jewelry so he lets his crew take what they want for themselves with the only exception that he always calls dibs on the most gorgeous necklace he can find, the crew knows this and it’s cause he absolutely LOVES to adorn her simply cause he adores her and gift giving is one of his love languages, what they don’t know it’s that what he loves even more is fucking her while she’s wearing nothing but that necklace. that’s it, oh bonus point if you make him like madly, deeply viscerally in love cause I think that man would be the kindest of partners.

Have a wonderful day and do not feel pressured to write this if you simply don’t enjoy it <3

I'm not even going to attempt an apology because there is no apology that could justify me letting this be in my inbox for 7 months. LMAO. I simply just have not been writing as much as I was. I'm hoping to correct that. Please know that it wasn't that I didn't like this idea. I was and am obsessed with it. I'm just mentally unwell~~ lmao.

ANYWAY. HERE IT IS. idk if you're still on tumblr, or long gone, but either way I had fun writing this. Thank you for sending this great idea months and months ago.

SHANKS X FEM READER / NSFW word count: 6.5k (i know i know, but what can I say, it's shanks) content warnings: nudity (duh lol), vaginal penetration, biting, scratching, there's some shower shenanigans, unprotected sex (they are pirates and live dangerously), pretty straightforward, have at it. A SUMMARY: nope.

The truth was, he should have let you go a long time ago. Let you fall to the bottom of the ocean along with all the ships he had sunk, with all the drowned men he had no sympathy for. He should let you go, but you are like the ghost of his arm. On hot humid nights, he wakes up with an itch on a forearm he can’t scratch so he tosses in bed, dreams of you–of the hand he can’t touch you with.

Shanks never cared about treasure, not even in his early youth. He was happier watching his men divvy the spoils among themselves. He’d take their laughter as reward, watch the joy in their faces and know that he had conquered more than just another pirate, more than just another adventure. He had conquered life itself.

Yet, he thought derisively, he could not conquer you.

But he knew what swayed you. He knew the light in your eyes that’d shine like beacons at the sight of jewels. How broadly you smiled while counting gold coins. He adored that undeniable air of superiority that’d keep your shoulders high when he’d slip ornate gaudy rings over each of your long tapered fingers. Shanks loved the sight of your delicate neck draped in gold chains, although he thought nothing beat the sight of his own fingers wrapped around it.

He hid his obsessions behind his smile. Some that he wasn’t proud of, but then, there was you, sitting on the edge of your bed, smooth legs crossed neatly over each other; his pride hanging by a thread on the curve of your cheek.

Not that he’d ever tell you.

The din outside the bedroom is loud, as it’s bound to be. Two pirate crews getting together, one being mostly composed of men while the other women, was surely to have interesting results. You ignore the shouting, and the cussing, the laughter and the start of badly played music accompanied by badly sung party songs. After all, it wasn’t often you were honored by Shank’s presence. You needed to make sure to take it all in.

Your dark eyes size him up, from the top of his flaming red hair, to the bottom of his feet–sandal clad and characteristic of his blase persona. His size alone was enough to intimidate most but you had him moaning in your ear too many times to count to let the broadness of his shoulders deter you.

“Fancy seeing you in these waters,” you find the words to speak. They are heavy on your tongue, and sound annoyingly childish to your ears. You hide the urge to grimace by widening your smile. Shanks had the power to make you feel like a schoolgirl; unsure, and giggly and absolutely stir crazy about him. You shake your leg repeatedly, as you toss your hair over your shoulder, your curls suddenly feel suffocating around your heated neck.

“Did you miss me so much you had to go out of your way?” Your voice is strained and high pitched. You hate it. You want to claw your throat out, but he smiles at you knowingly–as if he could read every stupid thought in your head and suddenly, you want to claw his face out instead. “You shouldn’t have.”

You try to sound light and airy, teasing–maybe even condescending, but your voice is still off. It brings heat to your face. You try to hide your embarrassment by laughing, and turning your head. You cover the lower half of your mouth, and glare at the nearest clothing rack. On it are the latest additions to your wardrobe, expensive silks and slinky low cut attire; everything you could think of that he’d like and never seen on you.

“Is it so hard to believe?” he asks you, his tone friendly and warm. You swallow thickly, unspoken confessions sticking dangerously to the walls of your throat. You think you’re choking. You think you’ll die then, and he stabs the wooden stake right through your heart when he speaks next: “We’re friends after all. Of course I’d miss you.”

That word bleeds into you. It spreads like ice, like venom throughout your being. Friends, because that was the only option among pirates. Friends, because the other choice was enemies–and could two enemies ever fuck like you and him? You suck your teeth and cross and uncross your legs. You adjust your seated position on the bed, while the crowd outside your bedroom continues to get louder. Although you’re avoiding his gaze, you feel it skim over your skin. You feel fire over the slope of your exposed shoulders, feel it over the swell of your breasts.

Friends did not look at each other the way he did.

“Well,” you interrupt his thoughts. Shanks blinks as he watches you uncross your legs again. He is mesmerized by the size of your plush thighs. His fingers twitch as he reigns in the impulse to reach out, to grasp one of them tightly. You stand up abruptly. “You have shitty timing, as usual.”

Shanks blinks, before he laughs with a soft shake of his head. “Really?” he asks and points his thumb behind him at the door. “With the party going outside I thought this was as good a time as ever.”

He approaches you, and you immediately stiffen. Shanks tries not to laugh. In place, he snorts quietly through his nose. His hand reaches for one of your hips. His strong fingers dig into flesh as he brings you flush against him.

“Come on, Doll,” he murmurs against your cheek. His breath is scalding against your brown skin. It’s like being kissed by the sun. You smell sake in his breath, almost taste the sweetness of it. “I sailed a long way to see you. Don’t you think our reunion should be a little sweeter?”

The slap against his chest is enough to stagger him backwards. You slip out of his space, trying to find your dignity along with your breath. Inside your chest, your heart runs at a neck-breaking pace.

“Estúpido,” you hiss at him, hands immediately going to your heated cheeks. “I’m not candy. You expect too much,” you tell him, turning your face to raise a brow. You try to read his expression over your shoulder. His hand slips into the pocket of his trousers. “Especially when you come back empty handed.”

“You think so lowly of me,” he complains although he smiles. His hand rummages in his pockets. You hear the clinking of a metal, and your body turns around completely before you can help it. “When have I ever come back empty handed?” As his last words reach you, he pulls out a gold necklace from his pocket. You immediately count eight amethysts beads in various sizes. Wrapped around the necklace is a fine woven chain with gold spears that dangle from the base.

You approach him, and reach gently with one hand. As you hold a golden spear on your fingers you see the sconce light of your bedroom catch on the tiny little diamonds embedded within. Shanks grins down at you. He sees that light in your eyes and feels a fire in his belly. It breathes life into him.

“You should have started with that,” you quip, your plush lips pursed together. He is sorely tempted to grab your face and kiss you. He almost puts up a fight. His hand grips your cheeks together, and he lands a noisy peck on your mouth. You resist, so he comes back for seconds and thirds.

“Where’s the fun in that?” he laughs as you slip away from his grasp, taking the necklace with you. You make a big show of wiping your mouth on the back of your hand. “Oh, see?” he gestures at you, with his brows scrunched up together. “Now you’re just trying to hurt me.”

“You’re a brute,” you snap, tossing your head again, finding your frizzed out curls currently insufferable. It was hair wash day, and Shanks was getting in the way. “Have you even showered?”

At the interrogation, Shank’s gaze shifts from your face to your body. It lingers momentarily on your breasts, before he drags them slowly back up, leaving you breathless. You hiccup.

“I–” you start, and your bottom lip quivers. Heat pushes you down to the ground, tethering you to the fire in Shanks’ eyes–one that is threatening to quickly consume you. “I was going to shower when you got here. That’s what I meant–”

Shanks steals your thoughts, and your common sense. He invades your space, his hand easily finding the comfort of the small of your back. He rests it there on the top of your ample backside. Sneakily, or at least he thinks so, he squeezes the top of one ass cheek.

“Is this your way of asking me for help?” He leans forward to press his forehead against yours. “Let me help you. I’m very good at it.” You think, it should humble you, the way he’s lowered himself enough to reach your height. You think, surely, this should be enough, mean enough. That you should not crave what he cannot give; false forevers and promises written in fool’s gold.

But you’d be a shit pirate if you didn’t dream at least every now and then.

You turn away wordlessly, and he follows quietly behind you. Inside the bathroom, he shadows your movements, his hand placed lightly over yours as you remove your clothing, and you drop the necklace over the pile of clothes. There’s a feral hunger lurking inside you, wanting you to tear his clothes off but you push past it and into the shower. You can’t see him, but you feel him grinning behind you, feel his predatory gaze sizing up your naked body. You close your eyes under the warm water coming out of the shower head, letting it soak your hair and body while you hear Shank’s clothing drop to the floor behind you.

Cleansing your body becomes a complicated task when Shanks is involved. He swears he’s helping as he slips a soapy hand between your legs. You bite your lip as his callouses brush against the sensitive skin of one inner thigh.

“I have two hands,” you hiss as you swat his hand away. You hear a sharp inhale behind you, and his breathy laughter hot against the back of your neck.

“All you do is try to hurt me,” he murmurs dramatically. His mouth grazes against your skin, the prickle of his facial hair against the sensitive spot behind one ear is enough to elicit goosebumps all over your body. “Are you showing off that you have two and I only have one?”

You stammer despite yourself. If you could take it all back you could. You hope the steam rising in the shower is enough to hide the color blooming on your cheeks. You turn around and fall into his embrace. Water ripples down the grooves of his chest muscles. They skimper along every ridge of his abdomen. Your hands slither smoothly over them, taking in every inch, and memorizing them until you could see it clearly behind your eyelids.

“No,” you admit at last. Your hands are on his neck, as you pull him down gently towards your face. “I know you do enough damage with one hand as it is.”

You press your lips against his hoping this would be enough to shut him up. His hand feels like fire on your lower back. He brings you closer to him, pressing you against his pelvis. You feel his cock stir and grow harder against the softness of your lower belly. If there is any doubt left in you, Shanks takes care of it by slipping his tongue inside your mouth. The kiss is feverish, and messy. A slippery sense that is only heightened by the hot water sliding down your face and his. You bury your fingers in his flame colored hair, pulling him even closer against you.

Kissing you like this was clouding his senses. Being a captain of his own crew, placed him in the position of making most of the decisions. Something about the way you touched him, kissed him, looked at him–always made him want to relinquish control. Still, he preferred to have you in bed, where he could have you at his mercy. Your mouth was hot against his neck, as you lowered your hands over his body. Shanks bites down on his lower lip, as your fingers wrap themselves around the girth of his cock.

His hand shoots out to grab a handful of your wet curls.

“Now who’s the one doing damage?” he asks in a whispered growl.

You look up as he tugs on your hair, and almost wish you hadn't. His swollen lips, the ones you had passionately kissed as if you’d never get to taste him again, made him look disheveled and broken. That paired with the clouded look in his eyes, the heaviness on his eyelids, the slight flush on his cheeks was making your heart ache.

You press your lips together tightly, seeking control.

Your stroke is treacherously slow. You squeeze tightly, enjoying the feel of his thickness inside your hands. His lashes flutter close, and you watch him tilt his face up, watch the water drops slide down the expanse of his thick neck. You continue to stroke the thickness of his shaft, every now and then twisting your hand around the tip of his flushed cock just to hear his breathing hitch–to pretend you have some semblance of control.

“Feels so good,” a mumbled confession tumbles off his lips. You feel it swim around your head, blurring your vision. It slithers around you, touches you where no man has touched you before. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

The heat between your legs becomes increasingly hard to ignore. You feel your heart pulsing at the center of you, as an undeniable wetness covers your folds. You reach out with one hand to cup his balls gently. When he murmurs your name, lips parted in silent ecstasy, you know you have to walk away first.

You remove your hands, but not before dropping a kiss on the middle of his hard and muscular chest.

“Wait–” he protests, trying to catch you. His large hand touches your cheek but you still turn away.

Water drips to the floor as you leave the shower. You ignore the towels nearby. Instead, you bend over well aware that Shanks was watching your every move. He watches the roundness of your ass intently as you bend over, and he gets a peek of that luscious center of you–that pussy he just can’t get enough of. When you stand up, the necklace is dangling from your slender fingers. He moves towards you, water dripping from his hair and his body to the floor. He reaches out for the necklace but you move quickly away from him.

“You’re being so difficult today,” he observes with amusement. “Not that you’ve ever been easy.”

He has to admit, you were very skilled at putting on jewelry all on your own. Still, he wished he had the privilege this time. Shanks would just have to get his reward in another form. Your naked silhouette walking away from him was surely close to divinity, in his opinion. The way your hips swayed with each step towards the bed was making him dizzy. He watches you even as you climb on the bed, slowly, naked ass in the air drawing him closer.

He gives in to temptation. As he is prone to do with your companionship. When you turn around, dropping on the bed on your back, you inhale sharply at the look in his eyes; two burning fires determined to consume you.

Shanks moves with purpose. You had always admired the way he’d move so quickly in such a large body, barely making a sound before he would strike. There’s a sense of urgency that touches you gingerly at the base of your neck. Once again, you feel goosebumps scatter across your body.

“I think I’m very easy to deal with, actually,” you counter belatedly. “The picture of angelic behavior. How dare you.” He was making you nervous as he just waited there–kneeling at the edge of the bed. You tried to regulate your breathing as you laid your head on the ample amount of pillows you insisted on having on your bed. Shanks taught it a nuisance so you continued. You’d do anything to get under his skin–and stay there.

Shanks laughs at you as he starts to move. He slithers towards you like a large predatory feline, dark eyes and flaming mane of hair. The muscles of his shoulders ripple with his movements, and you feel your mouth water at the sight. You lick your lips, and swallow loudly. He must have heard you, you think with embarrassment, as a smirk stretches his lips.

“I dare,” he drawls, dragging out his syllables. He slides next to you, sliding his hand over the softness of your belly. “Because I’m the only one who would. You should be grateful,” he continues. You bite down on your lip, careful not to make a sound but your body is a traitor and shivers under the roughness of his hand. “That I’m such a devoted friend.”

There was that damn word again. There is a lump in your throat, bitter, and difficult to swallow. It almost chokes you to death as you push it down.

“Go to hell, Shanks. I don’t need friends like you.”

His laughter wounds you more than it should. You should expect this behavior from him. It was always the same. You parried his honeyed words with sharp remarks. A frail attempt at defending yourself and pretending you had no feelings for this Emperor of the Sea. He acted as if nothing you could say could hurt him, stop him, change his mind.

“Is that right?” he murmurs, his hand drawing slow large circles over your belly. Your legs move on their own. Your brows draw together as they slide apart, knees bending as you wiggle on the silk of your bedsheets.

“Mmhmm,” you reply. Your response is weak, you know, but your breathing was becoming more ragged the more he touched you. Your heart speeds up when he leans over to drag his mouth against the skin under your belly. You grit your teeth when he bites that same space of flesh gently. “That’s right. I don’t need you, Red-Haired Shanks,” you hiss through clenched teeth. Your hand is in his hair, fingers tangling in crimson locks. “I don’t–” You gasp, thoughts interrupted as Shanks journey moves lower to your pelvis. He kisses one hip, and then the other.

“You were saying?” he asks, a low chuckle dying on the crook of your inner thigh. You close your eyes tightly as the feeling of his hot tongue dips closer towards the center of you.

He pulls away, grabbing your wrist to untangle your fingers from his hair, as he sits next to you on the edge of the bed. This position makes you feel vulnerable–naked and laying on your back, as he sits up, looking down on you with your wrist still in his hand, both his feet on the floor; grounded.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to stop floating up in the sky. The sight of him above you, smirking down at you victorious made you crave him all the more.

“I don’t need you to need me either,” Shanks says as he brings your wrist to his lips. He kisses the inside of your wrist gently; once, twice. “As long as you want me. That’s good enough for me.” He pauses to drag his tongue over the inside of your palm. Shanks eyes look down at you, away from where he is pressing your fingers against his mouth. They linger momentarily on your neck, and on the necklace, on your exposed breasts. “The way I want you,” he confesses in a low voice, before dragging his wide tongue up your index finger and plopping it into his mouth.

He sucks on it noisily, and slowly, holding eye contact. You feel close to combusting. Fury, or lust, you’re not sure. All you know is heat, all consuming, scorching, blinding heat. You force your hand out of his grasp, and use it to squeeze his face between your fingers.

“Shanks!” you hiss, breathing barely regulated. He watches you quietly, eyes dipping occasionally to your heaving chest. He loved the way the necklace looked over your breasts, the way the gold caught the light; how beautiful your skin shone underneath. A smirk begins to form, so you tighten your grip. “How much longer are you going to drag this out?”

There’s a touch of remorse in the back of his mouth; barely sour enough to make him grimace. He looks away from your pleading eyes to your neck, adorned lavishly in the necklace he had brought you. You looked so beautiful and vulnerable. He supposed it was time he did something about that.

“I thought you liked this game,” he mumbles with squished cheeks. Shanks holds your wrist again and pulls until you let him go. His fingers tangle with yours, and he lowers it against the bed by your head. Your fingers twitch, unfamiliar with this form of intimacy from him. Shanks' face draws closer to yours. You smell his sweet breath, and try not to count every freckle and sun spot on his cheeks like some kind of sentimental idiot.

“Enough,” you say. Your voice is whiny. You loathe it. “I’ve had enough. You brute. You insensitive–” Shanks cuts you off with a searing kiss. His mouth is forceful against yours. You mumble protests, unwilling to give up control entirely. His hand squeezes yours tighter as he pushes back, nipping at your bottom lip.

His tongue runs along your bottom lip, your back arches and you finally give in. You wrap your free arm around his shoulders to hold him close to you, savoring in the feel of his tongue inside your mouth. He brushes his tongue against yours, saliva coating both your lips until shiny. He moves to drop light kisses along the shape of your jaw. His next route of conquest is your neck, and you wince at his greediness–the way he’s sucking without a care in the world, as if he wants nothing more than to mar your skin for everyone to see what he has done.

He moves quickly, releasing your hand. You gasp when Shanks adjusts himself behind you in bed, face immediately burying itself on the side of your neck.

“Stay still, Doll,” he mumbles against your ear. Another shiver takes over your body when he takes your earlobe in his mouth. “I’m just trying to get a good feel for you. It’s been so long, after all.” He murmurs all of this against your ear, his breath hot and moist making you hyper aware of all his movements; the way his chest pushes against your back, how he lets go of the breast he was kneading to allow his thick fingers to traverse lightly over the side of your torso.

He continues until he is over your hip. He moves against your ass, pressing his erection against you. You hum lightly, enjoying the feeling of him–how thick and large he seems. There’s a ridiculous sense of pride swelling inside you for being the reason for his arousal; you, of all the seas he has traveled and conquered, it is you at this moment and no one else. His hand hovers over one ass cheek before he’s gripping it, gently massaging and spreading you open.

A brow rises high on your forehead. Before you can question him, Shanks makes a decisive move. He slides his cock between your ass cheeks, thrusting his hips gently to stroke himself between them. His breath comes out in puffs against the back of your neck with every slow thrust. You feel his precum smearing itself on your crack. It is a strange sensation, and you are ashamed to acknowledge how aroused you are at feeling him in a place he’s never explored before.

“Shanks,” you breathe out shakily. “Is this enough for you?”

He doesn’t answer you immediately, caught up in the lewd sight of his cock sandwiched in your voluminous and juicy ass. His breathing is ragged, chest burning from repressed lust. Seeing you–being with you–was not a common occurrence. The last thing he wanted to do was rush through this and forget to touch you, kiss you, in a spot he had planned–in a way he had fantasized about over and over.

“For now,” he grunts against your shoulder, biting and licking soon after. “Just give me a moment. I’ll take care of you too.”

You press your head back against him, exposing your neck to him. Shanks takes the invitation wordlessly, kissing and biting up your neck as he continues to slide his cock between your cheeks. His moans are soft, barely audible, but you feel the rumbling in his chest against your back every time he does. It makes you hotter, wetter. You sigh, desperate to feel him towards the center of you. You bring his hand around to your waist, slowly sliding his hand up your belly until it reaches the bottom of one breast.

Shanks smiles against your shoulder, where he bites down once more, eliciting a moan from you. “I know, Doll,” he mumbles, reaching for your breast as you had wordlessly requested. “You need more, don’t you? Always so needy. Always needing more,” his breath is hotter than your skin at the moment. It bounces off of it, as he twists your nipple between calloused fingers. You bite back another moan. “You’re never satisfied, but what can I say?” He pulls at your nipple harshly, making you cry out. “That’s what I like about you.”

He slips out from between your cheeks. You start to protest when he releases your breast. Shanks sucks his teeth, trying to silence you.

“I said I’d take care of you, sweetheart,” he mumbles against your ear, using his hand to lift one of your thick thighs. “You need to trust me more.” You help him without thinking, keeping your legs open while he slips his cock between them. His hardness is pressed against your soaking pussy. Your folds are slippery against his length. You hear him grunt softly against your ear, his breathing irregular as he stays very still. You chuckle, aware that he’s stalling–buying himself time.

Shanks loved a long game. He hated to cut things short.

Yet, like you, sometimes he was impatient. He moves shortly after, thrusting between your legs. It starts slow enough, his breath coming in short puffs hot against your ear. You reach behind you to grasp his hip. He rocks into you as you gasp, enjoying how thick he felt against your pussy, how the tip of his cock–mushroom tipped and meaty–would rub against your clit just right at certain angles. You reach further back, twisting your body, to grab a handful of his hard ass.

“Come on,” you goad him, finding it hard to think much less speak. “Touch me where it feels good.” Shanks laughs against your shoulder, and bites down over a blooming bruise. Your moan is high pitched as you try to reign it back. Although the party seems to continue outside the room, you don’t want to run the risk of your own crew hearing you moan.

“Don’t hold back,” he tells you, licking the teeth marks he left behind on your brown skin. “I’ve come a long way, you know. The least you can do is let me hear you fall apart.”

You grit your teeth, as heat wraps itself around your head. Your eyes sting from embarrassment, and what’s worse, is that you feel yourself dripping all over his cock, coating it in your arousal. You’re well aware he feels it too. It can be the only reason he picks up the speed, a throaty laugh echoing in the room.

In an effort to even out the playing field, you reach between your legs and grab the tip of his cock. You hear him gasp next to your ear as you guide his tip to your clit.

“I said here,” you repeat, rocking your hips so you can rub your clit against the tip of his cock. “This is where I want to feel you.” Your toes curl at the sensation, at how pleasure seeps deep into you, tightening with intensity at every rock of your hips. Shanks stills his movements, and presses his pelvis tightly against your ass. Your whines drive him to the brink of madness. He feels them inside him, tightening around him, pulling at his navel filling him with pleasure. His eyes shut close as he lets you take control–or lose it, he’s not sure. You seem delirious as you chase your orgasm, rocking on his cock as if your life depended on it.

Your juices coat his shaft, and he feels them slip lower, trickling down his balls. He pulls you even closer with his arm wrapped tightly around your waist.

“Go on, Doll,” he encourages you, his voice low and seductive as it breaks through your higher pitched moans. “Take it if you think it belongs to you. Take what you think is yours.”

You gasp as your ecstasy builds, your back arching as your hips stutter. You lose rhythm but it doesn’t matter, your orgasm swallows you whole. You reach out behind you blindly, your nails digging into his hair, scratching his scalp. You hear Shanks hiss as you cry out. He bites the top of your ear, and follows it down to your earlobe, to lose himself inside the crook of your neck, nuzzling your skin past the necklace. There’s plenty of reminders there–ones he had carefully left behind, but he figures a few more could never hurt. After all, you’re apart so often, he fears you’d soon forget how it feels to be desired and consumed by his affections.

You’re panting, barely coming down from your orgasm when you feel Shanks moving between your legs. His fingers rifle through your folds, enjoying the silky sensation of your cum around his fingers. You mumble something he can’t quite grasp as he tentatively inserts a finger inside you.

“Shanks!” you cry out, panting, eyes barely focused. “Hang on. Gimme a second.” He chuckles next to your ear, curving his finger slightly; searching. You bite your lip to keep from whimpering.

“I gave you plenty of seconds,” he says softly, playfully–as if he was singing. “You had your fun. I want to have some too.” You tremble in his embrace as he inserts another finger, and starts scissoring them inside you. You know he’d be annoyed, as you stay as quiet as possible, but you want to hear the way his fingers squelch when they go in and out of you. You want to hear him panting, the little soft moans that puff past his swollen lips. You want to feel him digging into your ass with his hips, feel his leaky cock on your skin.

“You’re doing it again,” he chastises as he pulls his fingers out. You gasp at the empty feeling, immediately craving him as soon as he’s gone. “I guess my fingers aren’t enough, huh?”

You swallow thickly, and move your hips testily, wiggling your ass against his erection. The look you give him over your shoulder is seductive enough to threaten to blow his head wide open.

“If you know that then why don’t you hurry up and put it in?” you mumble breathlessly. You’re breathing so loudly, Shanks swears he can hear you panting inside his head; over and over. “Or do I need to help you with that too?”

Shanks resists the urge to laugh. He scoffs instead, a tinge of embarrassment weighing heavily on his face. He didn’t need your help period when it came down to pleasing you. Your assumption was daring, and insulting. Perhaps he should teach you a lesson–a good one–before he leaves again. Shanks uses his free hand to guide his cock towards your entrance. He swirls the tip around your opening, watching gleefully as you wiggle your hips, trying to get him to slip inside you.

“Impatient as usual,” he remarks, a broad grin as he avoids your entrance again, choosing to slide his tip up and down between your folds instead. “Good things come to those who wait. Ever heard of it?”

“Your English sayings mean nothing to me,” you mumble, despite understanding fully well what he was saying. You turn your head, trying to glare at him over your shoulder as best as you could while he was still busy teasing you with his cock. You shiver as you speak: “What about ‘el que tiene tienda que la atienda’? Ever heard of that one?”

Shanks chuckles again, kissing your ear, and your temple. He lets his mouth linger there as he presses his tip against your entrance. You breathe in a gasp, full to the brim with expectation.

“You’re right, never heard of it,” he mumbles against your skin as he pushes forward, sinking into you slowly. You moan softly, it rumbles at the bottom of your throat, and drops into the pit of your belly where it starts a fire. “You should teach me more. What does it mean?”

Your brain can barely comprehend his words. All you can think of, all you feel, is Shanks cock moving inside you, you feel his body behind yours, his strong arm wrapping around your waist. All you can smell is his breath on your skin, all you can feel is the heat his kisses leave behind.

“So?” he asks you again, moving his hips slowly as he lets you adjust around his girth. “You won’t tell me?” Your gasp is ragged, little jitters shaking your body with pleasure. Shanks was no small man, and this was not even close to your first time with him, but he always took you by surprise. Not that you’d ever back down and admit defeat.

“Gimme a sec,” you spit through clenched teeth. He begins thrusting into you, picking up the pace without another word. His pelvis slaps into your ass, making a loud sound as skin hits skin. His balls feel heavy against your swollen pussy. “I said–gimme a damn…” You moan loudly, and press your head against his chest. Shanks smiles and cranes his neck to kiss your cheek.

“Take your time,” he grunts in between thrusts. You shut your eyes tightly, trying to keep from crying out but as usual, he reaches deep inside you, to the spongy spot that makes you fall apart. You gasp loudly, pants becoming closer and closer together. Shanks slides his hand from your belly to your breast. He grips it tightly, kneading, as he sucks on your neck, his fingers expertly finding your perky nipples.

They were already sore and sensitive from his earlier teasing, now, you could barely resist him.

You cry out, feeling control slip right past your fingers.

“W-wait!” you beg, kicking your legs impulsively. Shanks lets go of your breast to pin it down, as he continues fucking you from behind. He squeezes your legs together, creating an even tighter sensation as he thrusts in and out of you. You whimper, and shake, eyes unfocused as pleasure pools at the center of you. Your pussy throbs and aches. Shanks can’t help but grin at the way your pussy squelches every time he moves. You’re dripping so much he feels your sweet juices down to his balls.

“I’ve been waiting,” he says through gritted teeth but you don’t respond. He looks over at your face quickly, and realizes with glee that you won’t be telling him anything soon. Your hair still wet, is disheveled and tangled, partially sticking to your flushed face. Your cheeks glow under the scone lights, brown and warm and enticing. Your eyes are blown wide, lips glossy and swollen from all the kissing. On your neck and chest he can see bruises blooming already, only made all the prettier by the necklace hanging from your neck and over your breasts.

You look devoured, glorified and an absolute mess. Just the way he likes you.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” he asks you, his breath scalding against your cheek. His hand is clamped tightly on your thigh, keeping your legs tightly together. “You’ll cum for me, right, Doll? After all, I came all the way here to see your pretty face. To give you one of the necklaces you love so much. To give you all of this,” he says with a violent thrust. “Because I know how much you love it.”

You reach behind you blindly, savagely, your arm grasping his upper arm. You scratch his skin with your nails as you continuously cry out, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix almost painfully. You reach out again, his hip, his ass, a part of his shoulder. You know you’re not being kind, your nails digging deep to leave your mark, but you have lost your grip on reason.

You cry out his name when you cum, twisting, and shivering under his embrace. Shanks holds you tightly, not stopping his hips. He continues to fuck into you, grunting louder and louder. He moans your name against your neck, as you feel him stiffen. His hips stutter, as he spills into you, losing sense of rhythm. Your body is too sore, and your mind too fuzzy for you to care about him cumming inside you.

Normally, you’d chew him out for it, but you had lost your fight the moment he shoved his cock in your pussy.

“Hey,” he drawls, licking the shell of your ear. You shudder, eyes fluttering close as your body feels heavier and heavier. You could fall asleep right there, if you really wanted to, covered in his scent, full of his cum and so spent. “You haven’t told me yet what it means.”

You somehow find the strength to laugh lightly.

“It means if you’re not here to fuck me, somebody else will be,” you reply, looking up over your shoulder at him with heavy lidded eyes. Shanks gasps dramatically and drops a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

“See? All you try to do is hurt me,” he whispers with a crooked smile. You reach up with one hand to cup his cheek and bring him closer to your mouth. You rest your lips just over his.

“And you like it too,” you tell him before kissing him once more.

#shanks x you #shanks x y/n #shanks x reader #shanks smut #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece x y/n #one piece imagines #one piece smut #for the cummunity!

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Yorick and Aegon friendship Feelings - "Do not speak to me like I'm a child"

Lmao, thank you for indulging my mental unwellness about The Boys™️. I love their weird cousin-brothers-father figure/son figure dynamic

“Care to explain what you’re doing?”

The unexpected voice of his lord cousin coming from behind him caused Aegon to startle so much he banged his head on the barrel he had just been trying to make out the contents of. He took a few steps back as he swore under his breath. Seven hells, fucking of course Yorick had known he would be here. He knew everything, apparently.

Hands came to his shoulders and his forehead as he was spun around to face the Lord of Runestone and prodded to see if he’d bumped his forehead against the wine barrel hard enough to leave a mark. It was unexpected and unwelcome and would no doubt stop being so soft soon.

“Are you alright? You are not hurt, are you?”

He batted his cousin’s hands away, scowling and groaning with as much disdain as if he were pushing Aemond away when the little twat was being a know-it-all about some matter of history Aegon didn’t care about. “Don’t speak to me like I’m a child!”

Lord Royce let out an amused snort, and he looked almost as surprised by the sound as Aegon felt. “And how should I be speaking to someone who is still a child, then?”

He balled his hands into fists as he glared up at the man, of course he was taller than him too. “I am three and ten, that is close enough to a man grown! Especially where you are concerned. A little respect for a prince of the realm would be nice, Lord Royce.”

“I am checking on you because I respect you, I will not be having said prince of the realm bashing his brains out in my home. Especially not when he is my younger cousin. What kind of man would I be if I ignored your injury?”

Aegon blinked like some kind of doe-eyed idiot and let his lord cousin go back to examining him for a bruise or a lump or whatever it was he was checking his forehead for. What should he care so much for? His sire certainly didn’t. Dithering, bald fool with his stupid books and his stupid model of Valyria and his stupid fixation on the two boys he’d call Aegon instead of his own name. This one was probably just hoping to parade around his personal care for the king’s oldest son for extra points with the old man.

He growled, and shoved his cousin away. Lord Royce looked confused, and then the expression melted away to something unreadable but familiar. Far away, embarrassed, almost fearful. The look in his cousin’s eyes made his chest feel tight and hot and he almost cared, but Aegon whipped around to look the other way and the feeling left once he was no longer in his sight.

“I-I apologize for overstepping.”

“Good. Now leave me be so we can both get ready for tomorrow,” Aegon’s reply was snippy as he went back to the row of barrels he’d been examining to find what would be the best to crack open, “I’m sure you’re beside yourself for His Grace’s arrival.”

“That’s what this is? You’re getting drunk because his ship arrives tomorrow?” There was unexpected vitriol in Lord Royce’s voice as he spoke about the king. It brought the warm ache in his chest back, and it was like when he’d first laid eyes on the golden hatchling the man’s sister had brought before him. Aegon growled again, intent on beating the feeling back. This was not kinship. Never kinship, only judgment.

“He won’t care if I’m hungover, so just let me find your Arbor red in peace.” He snapped, running his hand over the top of one of the wine barrels.

His lord cousin’s hand went around his wrist to stop his movement. The touch was firm, but surprisingly gentle; his mother, his sire, Cole on occasion, even his grandsire the handful of times they’d visited Oldtown would all grab so hard that it left bruises on his arms or his wrists or his jaw…this would not bruise though. For someone who was friends with his sister, who was the son of the uncle he heard all manner of monstrous stories about, who rode the fucking Cannibal, who held and no doubt preened under the favor of King Viserys, Lord Yorick Royce had an unexpectedly soft touch. Aegon looked up at him again, pale eyes narrowed. Even his expression was softer than he expected of “the son King Viserys wished he had.”

“Has Alicent not told you anything?”

“What would my mother have to tell me about you that I would want to hear? She no doubt likes you more too!” He wanted to bite his cousin’s head off, and if they’d been outside maybe Sunfyre would have come out of the mountains where he roosted with Vermithor and Silverwing to do it for him.

At Aegon’s outburst, a mournful sort of sympathy entered Lord Royce’s bright purple eyes. Great, now he pitied him…or, maybe it wasn’t pity? Maybe…maybe his cousin understood him? He wanted to tamp down the spark of hope, to drown himself, perhaps literally, in one of the barrels of wine and never again face his sire or the dead son or the living man who haunted him.

“Do you hate him too?” His words, barely above a whisper, were not supposed to come out, and Aegon wanted to cringe so hard he collapsed in on himself. He didn’t though, he just kept looking up at his lord cousin, his lips parted and his eyes wide. Expectant. Hopeful.

He released his hold on Aegon’s wrist as he spoke, and his words were just as quiet, “I do.”

The tiny spark ignited. The hope didn’t make a raging inferno, but it was warm and comfortable and made Aegon so giddy he was almost manic. He gesticulated uselessly, hands fluttering as he grinned. “You get it. You…well you won’t stop me now. In fact, help me get one open. I don’t even care which one anymo–” He yelped like a struck dog when his cousin grabbed the shoulders of his doublet and yanked him away from the row of shelves he was about to search for the mallet to get the stopper out of the barrel. Even when pulling him away from his prize, the Lord of Runestone was gentle.

“Oh no you don’t!”

“But you understand!” Aegon whined and it sounded pathetic. He wanted to stop caring again, but the fire of hope and understanding was burning too strongly to get smothered back down.

“I do, Aegon, but I am not going to change myself to indulge how you see fit to deal with living with His Grace. I cannot stop you while you are at The Red Keep, but when you are in my home, you will accept the help I offer you.”

“You want to help me by making me miserable? What are you, a septon?”

“If you greet the king tomorrow morning when he is carried up from the harbor, and you are hungover or, gods forbid, drunk, what do you think he will do?” Yorick asked, releasing one of his shoulders so he could come stand at his side instead of behind him.

“Wish he were drunk too?” He joked, barely holding back a manic giggle.

“Most likely, yes; but I’ve known that man longer than you, and I won’t sit back and ignore that knowledge to let him jump on the easy opportunity to compare us to your face. You cannot give him such low hanging fruit, Aegon, he isn’t foolish enough to ignore something so easy.”

“I can tune it out, I always do.” He didn't fight against Yorick’s hold, he did not want to burn through the good will and turn his touch bruising, but he did reach futilely back towards the shelves where the supplies for getting into the wine were kept.

“You should not have to just ignore him, Aegon. And so I am going to do for you what was done for me when I was your age.”

“What's that?”

“I will keep His Grace occupied from upsetting you. However, I dislike him a great deal more than Lord Baratheon, so I ask for a favor in return.”

“Do not drink?” Aegon asked, dejected.

“Do not make his comparing us easy, because I do not want to hear it either. Now come on,” Yorick fully released him, and carefully straightened his doublet for him, “let's find something to occupy your time and get your mind off of all this. I am sure my children and their cousins could use someone older for one of their games.” With that he gently ushered Aegon in front of him and steered him back out to Runestone’s main rooms.

“I don't want to play their baby games, can't I spend time with you?” He wanted to stay around the man with the sincere care and the gentle touch, who felt infinitely more like what a father was probably supposed to feel like.

Yorick laughed as he responded, “try them first. If you do not have fun I will be in the Great Hall with my brother and the Manderlys.”

#nat tag #sotf extras #oc: yorick royce #get fathered idiot #yorick is dad shaped & aegon does not know how to handle that or be normal about it #fyeahhotdocs #my writing

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Yellowjackets 2.03 Thoughts:

TW: Cannibalism

Oh, my God. Jackie’s shriveled, burnt, picked over hand.

Coach Ben and Paul. Cute!! I’m digging Paul’s earring.

TAISSA NOT KNOWING WHAT HAPPENED TO JACKIE. I AM SO UNWELL. NAT BEING PROTECTIVE. VAN BEING BLUNT ABOUT THE REALITY AND SCARED ABOUT THE REALITY OF HOW ADVANCED TAI’S SLEEPWALKING IS.

“… you ate her face.” Tai screaming and just utterly losing it. These girls. My god.

“I guess… no one wants breakfast.” MARI ANQNWJDJWJWJSJS.

Nat being a leader when it comes to practicalities in the cabin, suggesting that Jackie’s body be moved to the plane. But it’s also so fascinating at a power dynamic level that she checks in with Shauna here too. It’s the fact that she knows just how much Jackie meant to Shauna on one hand, but it’s also that Shauna is someone who subtly influences the team as well. They all look to her reactions in both timelines. It was her permission that they needed to eat Jackie.

Augh, Ben saying that burying her out there will make it look like she died with the rest of them. That’s probably the cover story they give to Jackie’s parents + the authorities, which is harrowing. If so, they erase five months of Jackie’s life to conceal what happened at her death.

That transition between young Lottie and adult Lottie!!!!!! ALSO, ALSO, I LAST WEEK, I JUST REALIZED THAT SIMONE KESSELL PLAYS BREHA ON KENOBI!!!

The antlers on Lottie’s quarters. That’s my Antler Queen right there.

LISA JUST STRAIGHT UP CHOPPING THAT CHICKEN’S HEAD OFF. Listen, there’s a somewhat decent chance that she’s wilderness baby. If so, like Mama, she’s got a way with butchering animals.

Simone. :(( I will actually lose it if she dies. SHADOW TAISSA DRAWING THE SYMBOL ON HER WIFE’S HAND. MA’AM.

THE VERUCA SALT NEEDLE DROP.

“I wasn’t stalking you. I was just finding a suitable nursing home for my mother.” AKQKDFJJSDJJD. Them casting Elijah Wood as an off-kilter Reddit stalker weirdo is the casting choice of a century.

RANDY FUCKING WALSH!

I didn’t think I was going to ship Misty and Walter, but omfg, their chemistry is SO good.

“IT WAS THE STRAWBERRY LUBE.” HELP ME GOD. THE WAITRESS JUST TURNING AWAY IQKQOQKWIWOWIDDISN.

“I THINK THIS STUFF IS FOR BISEXUALS AND GOTHS.” I’M CRYIN G.

“YOU’RE NO FUN.” ANQKQKOQKQOWIEIDIDDJSJJSJWWJS, this is the most insane marriage in the world. It isn’t just the fact that the strawberry lube was a seminal moment to Jeff in his marriage with a woman who survived 19 months in the Canadian wilderness and came back wrong, but it’s also the fact, that she remembers word-for-word what he said. I’m laughing so fucking hard.

Shauna is 100% bi. But is she goth? Discuss!! (Nat, on the other hand, definitely fits the descriptor.)

“It wasn’t about you. I mean, sure it was exciting. Exciting… mm, that’s not the right word. Um… okay. It made me feel like… I didn’t know what was going to happen. And I liked that. I liked not feeling like this… boring version of me.” Such perfect dialogue. It wasn’t about Jeff even from the start. It was about Jackie. It was about loving her, hating her, wanting to be her, wanting to fuck her, entirely consume her. And she did, she did, she did.

But we also get other stuff here. The fact that she misses the unpredictability of the wilderness. And yeah, she absolutely was excited, even if she doesn’t admit it here. My god. I love her.

JEFF TRYING TO BE SPONTANEOUS AND TAKING SHAUNA TO CHURN BUTTER, BLOW GLASS, OR BLACKSMITH. WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS MAN (AFFECTIONATE)? SNWJQOQKWJS.

HOLY FUCK AT SHAUNA DEALING WITH THE THIEF. LIKE, DID YOU SEE THE ACTING MELANIE LYNSKEY WAS DOING. THE PRIMAL RAGE IN HER EYES.

“Are you Rambo?!”

“Callie’s old toy that she loved probably more than she loved me?” I’m actually unwell about this line. From what Melanie has said in interviews, so much of her arc this season is going to be about motherhood. I’m often thinking about the traumatic birth that Shauna experienced in the wilderness and how she brought that to the table with Callie, how she tried her best anyway, how Callie grew up to be a normal goddamn teenager. But now that she is older, now that she can see Shauna’s cracks and the facades and all the lies she’s told herself and others, that relationship is fractured. The Sadecki family, normal though they’ve seemed for all these years, has fundamentally been unwell from the start.

This is Melanie Lynskey’s world and we’re just living in it. Every microgesture is so, so raw.

LOTTIENAT OVER THE SHOULDER PROXIMITY. THAT WAS CHEMISTRY THERE.

The swirl of rocks around the beehives… it’s like the spiral from Sammy’s drawings.

Bee metaphor talk!!!!!!! OH, GOD. THATCUT TO THE BEES. TERRIFYING

Lottie, my love, stop offering ur blood tea. 😭

Oh, my God. Jackie’s remains being so small that Nat can easily hoist her over her shoulder.

Shauna staring out the window with tears in her eyes. :((

“But I wanted it too.” SCREAMING.

“I don’t know, I just feel so fucked up.” / “I’m scared, Lottie. Everything is out of control, like I don’t feel like I know what’s going to happen next.” God, the exact echo of what adult Shauna says. Shauna is always revisiting the moment of Jackie’s death and her consumption.

Lottie revealing the gender of Shauna’s baby, lmfao.

The girls getting so excited about a wilderness baby shower. 🥺 Crystal combing Misty’s hair in the background!!!

MISTY TELLING WALTER TO HIT RANDY FOR INSULTING NAT!!!!! THAT’S HER GIRLFRIEND.

Shipping is so much fun in YJ. I basically just ship everyone. Juliette and Melanie were so right. All those girls just made out in the woods.

“Forgive me. I have IBS.” QKWKWOQOWIEJDIEIEIDOEWJEID.

WALTER JUST STRAIGHT UP SLAPPING HIM. YELLOWJACKETS IS A GODDAMN COMEDY.

Taissa and Akilah making a crib. 😭 I am so soft. And now I’m teary-eyed. Oh, my God. I want Akilah to live. It isn’t fair what happened to these girls.

“That’s good, Mar. The baby can dream that it’s being stabbed to death every night.” ALOQOQOQJSJSEJ.

Mari hearing dripping that no one else does… she was also the one to feel something crawling down her back way back in S1.

“Too bad they didn’t listen to your broth idea.” JACKIE BONE BROTH. Oh, my fucking God.

CRYSTAL ABSORBING HER IDENTICAL TWIN IN THR WOMB WIWODJIEWKS.

The parallels between the Misty/Crystal storylines and the Misty/Walter storylines… Misty has finally found her kindred spirit. What the fuck happens to them?

Ben’s still starving because he didn’t eat Jackie. Oh, God, if he dies of starvation, I’ll lose it.

“You always say those girls are vicious, little monsters.” They’ve always been vicious. The forest gave them permission to be wild.

“You’re lucky, you know? I think shit is gonna get a lot worse out here. But you’re already dead, so… way to make everyone jealous of you one last time.” [Nat chuckles.] “I’m sorry… for what we did. Who knows? Eating you could be the reason why we survive the winter, so… thanks. Rest in peace, Jackie.” I AM FUCKING UNWELL. JACKIE, WHO DIED PEACEFULLY IN THE SNOW, WAS THE LUCKY ONE. NAT HAS BEEN JEALOUS OF JACKIE. OH, GOD. JACKIE, THE POPULAR TEENAGE QUEEN AND NAT, THE PERPETUAL LONER. NAT KNOWING THAT THE CANNIBALISM MIGHT HAVE BEEN ESSENTIAL FOR THEIR SURVIVAL. BUT HOW SURVIVAL ISN’T NECESSARILY A DESIRABLE FATE.

CGI WHITE MOOSE.

I love Randy fucking Walsh. So dumb. <3

Van trying to stay awake for Taissa… oh, God, and now willingly following her. Jasmin’s vocal inflection change when she’s playing shadow Tai is chilling.

THE MAN WITH NO EYES LEADS SHADOW TAI. DO NOT SHOW ME THAT MAN ON MY SCREEN. I’M NOT PREPARED FOR HIM TODAY.

OH, GOD, TAISSA HOLDS SHADOW TAI BACK.

The fucking flashback to him in the mirror. Ugh, scariest moment in the show for me. I do think, though, there’s gotta be something more complex going on with him than just, “he’s evil and trying to kill Tai.” I think he’s actually serving as some sort of fucked up protector for her.

Kevyn Tan at the gym!!! Wearing a backwards hat, lmao. Not Jeff going all angry-bro at him. Sir, you’re probably going to be a central part of a murder investigation. Don’t antagonize a detective. 😭

DON’T TALK ABOUT ADAM WITH HIM. JEFF. GODDAMN.

“Well, fuck your diligence. Okay? ‘Cause I-I know her.” / “We’ve been married almost twenty-five years. I know my wife, and I trust her.” HE’S SO DUMB, BUT I CAN’T HELP BUT LOVE HIM FOR BEING SUCH W RIDE-OR-DIE FOR SHAUNA. GODDAMN. Also, the fact that they got married almost straight after she returned from woods. Jfc!!!

My poor little meow meow with a gun is about to go get her car back. <3

“Have you ever peeled the skin off s human corpse? It’s not as easy as you might think. It’s really, uh, stuck on us. Skin. You have to roll back just the edges of it, so you can get a good enough grip to-to really pull. Which, again, isn’t easy. People are always so sweaty when you kill them. Just, like, oily. There’s a look people get… when they realize they’re going to die.” [Shauna smiles, tears in her eyes.] “It’s that one. My hand wasn’t shaking because I was afraid. It was shaking because of how badly I wanted to do this.” MELANIE FUCKING LYNSKEY.

I AM LOSING MY MIND. OH, MY GODDDDDDDD. SHE IS SO FUCKING GOOD.

AND THEN, AFTER COMPOSING HERSELF, SHE SLIPS BACK INTO A MIDWESTERN THANK YOU. UNREAL.

I SUPPORT WOMEN’S WRONGS.

Ben fantasizing what he should have said and done with Paul. :((((

VAN’S LITTLE CHANGING TEEPEE.

A MONOLOGUE FROM STEEL MAGNOLIAS. I’M CRYING.

NOT THE SALLY FIELD MONOLOGUE ABOUT SHELBY’S DEATH. HELP ME. I’M LOSING IT.

SHE’S BODYING IT. AKQOQOWJSJSIWIWIWIIWIAJSSJ. SHE GOT IT DOWN PERFECTLY. THE SOUTHERN ACCENT AND EVERYTHINT.

The girls being deeply moved by the monologue because it’s about grief and violence and how those things can be easily intertwined. They’ve lost so, so fucking much: their friends, their girlhoods, their innocence. And they just want to hit something.

Shadow Tai in the fucking mirror. Oh, my GOD. They’re doing an excellent job of making Tawny Cypress look like she hasn’t slept in three weeks.

Shadow Tai wanting her to go to Van. 😭

Tai trying to call Jessica Roberts, lmao. I miss my favorite morally fucked up fixer.

“Hacking… you can just say it,” WKWKJWDJEJJEJDDJ.

MISTY AND THE ADAM’S MOTHER LIE. THEATER NERD FOR LIFE HELP.

“Maybe I’m just a bored Moriarty looking for his Sherlock.” And Misty walking away because she doesn’t know what to do with that vulnerability. 😭

I actually just teared up at Shauna placing the stuffed animal next to Callie. Oh, my God, and Callie snuggling it.

Adult Nat finally putting on purple… hhhhhgh.

I think Lottie and Nat should kiss. <3

LOTTIE, YOUR WELLNESS ADVICE IS S LITTLE FUCKED UP, LOVE. <33

The symbol…

Lottie and Nat fighting, revealing where ALL of the group straddles the tension between them. The only (main-ish) girl who doesn’t really reveal her stance is Shauna.

TAI RUSHING TO SHAUNA.

THE DEAD BIRDS. THAT SOUND WAS TERRIFYING.

“Did these guys just suicide on our roof?” ANWKQKWJDJWSJS.

Them all putting the birds at Lottie’s feet… worshippers leaving offerings for their god.

LOTTIE’S BEES. WHAT THE HELL.

This Tori Amos song is stellar.

Oh, my God, the camera pulling back and revealing that it was Lottie’s hallucination. Her panic and grief. Jesus fucking Christ.

The GRIP that these women have on me.

#yellowjackets spoilers #yellowjackets #s: yellowjackets #maggie blogs #cannibalism

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soldier-poet-king · 6 months

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Updates:

TUMMY HURT which is no surprise after literally 36 hrs of near constant panic attacks and barely being able to eat. Pf last night was maybe the first not crying I'd done all day INCLDUING literally having a meltdown AT CHURCH where I had to hide in the bathroom woooo

Pf was great. A delight. As always. Perfect no notes I wanna go to a fey rave and get a magic cat and also maybe the god of chaos and nature is shipping this nerd gf/jock gf wizard relationship

Related to panic. Trying not to think abt tattoo shock and commitment issues and whether I fucked up by doing smthn that I wanted deeply but didn't turn out perfectly and I'm DISTRESSED and STUPID and I'm gonna stop talking before I send myself into another spiral. I told myself I have to leave it a few weeks to heal and settle before I can even think about having changes made & 6-8 months before I can decide if I truly hate it or it's an manifestation of my anxiety about risk taking and things being less than 100% perfect. But. I'm still not convinced I like the way it turned out. And somehow this feels (irrationally) like a life ruining decision + moral failure. And I really have to stop before I spiral again

The weather is killing me I am so miserable and sleepy

Got an interview for that job except it's mid December and AN ALL DAY AFFAIR and I am stupid and shy and apparently an idiot how am I supposed to do this I'll have to miss my current job to go to this fancy thing and I'm too dumb for this I am good at my job but extremely bad at social cues interviewing in a very formal environment

Have I mentioned the 3 week long headache

At least my current work is somewhat interesting?? I'm actually getting to do shit I like for once??? In my field???

My immune system is shot to hell as is and I'm supposed to get my flu AND covid boosters this week and rlly I am going to beg my boss to wfh the day after BC I'm going to be running a low grade fever no question about it

finished my hote reread and so it's off to atfots but I am SO nervous and worried (also read the feonie short story for the first time and screaming at the fact that everyone in the royal household can see that kip and fitzroy are in love except the two idiots themselves. Slow burn to the max. Also Victoria Goddard delivering on my fave kind of hard to define relationship that is deeply romantic and intimate and yet completely chaste and yet it's the MOST important thing in the world to each other. I'm. Going to throw myself into the sun. Pun intended)

Need to transform my artistic impulse into smthn tangible BC apparently all I do is make bad decisions that I hate and hate myself for and it's just ahhhhh

Snk finished and I still can't bring myself to go past erwins death I'm. I'm.

Also on the last chapter of mzds and I'm UNWELL abt that as well

Also I'm out of granola and was too much of a mess this weekend to make more and now my morning routine off. Not to be kuzco but actually if my groove is thrown off I May Perish

#the duality of fran #i rlly just needed to type that all out to feel better #now I will go have lunch #and get back to work #some of the editing im doing this afternoon is mindless enough to listen to qt ebook while i work #uhhhhhhhhhhhh???? im just. YEAH

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My little ham is being extremely cuddly tonight and I am very here for it, I was very sad earlier because I can’t remember what Jäger smells like anymore. I find myself smelling Denny often hoping I won’t forget him too. For some reason I’ve been thinking a lot about Jäger’s final moments lately which prompts trying to remember what he smelled like, what he felt like and I just can’t remember, all of those memories are wrapped up and laced with so much sadness and trauma I just can’t separate them. I don’t know what’s bringing these feelings back up lately, maybe because I haven’t been feeling well and have been unhappy because I feel unwell. I need a nice distraction and neither of the guys I’ve been seeing are providing it. Maybe I need a hobby? Writing seems too constricting lately and not fun. I’ve been thinking about crocheting again but a) I have to learn again which no biggie YouTube taught me when my niece was born 15 years ago, it can teach me again, b) I have no clue what to make? I’d make something for Denny but he has so many clothes lol I guess he can always use more? Maybe cute hats like Good Boy Ollie has? Denny deserves all the cute clothes and hats, he’s such a good baby. I don’t deserve him.

In non depressing dog stuff I made some video game resolutions for the year that I’m not sure I’ll accomplish. If you’ve followed me for a very long time you know I also love Soulsborne games, I’ve beaten DS3 and Elden Ring but my resolution is to beat the DLC for DS3, I want to beat Malenia and Placidusax in Elden Ring and finally play Bloodborne. I’ve never played Bloodborne despite absolutely loving it. The problem is I haven’t touched DS3 since I beat it so I can’t remember how to play it and Elden Ring I’m reasonably confident I can beat Placidusax but Malenia woof waterfowl dance am I right? THB I had enough health to tank most of it if I could avoid at least one but it’s her stage two form scarlet rot dive bomb that killed me. Admittedly I’ve only tried Malenia 2 or 3 times, my partner got Let Me Solo Her themselves to beat Malenia for them. I don’t know where to start though, I have to restart them all from the beginning because I’m on PS5 now, I guess I should go in order? So Bloodborne first? I’m so scared though everything is so fast 😭 I’m a big dumb, clunky over level and use the biggest axe in the game type player and I’m afraid I won’t be able to keep up. I don’t know if I can do the DLC I don’t know if I can beat Lady Maria or the Orphan of Kos but I guess I’ll try. Wish me luck y’all, I’m not embarking back into Soulsborne until I 100% Season of the Cryomancer though and of course this will have no bearing on my MK lust/content or anything, I don’t really have Soulsborne husbandos/waifus though I guess there’s boy Anri and Vicar Amelia (yes I’m a monster fucker, deal with it) oh oh and my precious stingray boyfriend Lorian, I don’t write for any of them or self ship with any of them so there will still be lots of dumb egg jokes. Don’t worry I’m in no way taking a break from MK I’m just indulging in another franchise I love deeply too, multitasking. So I guess just a heads up that there may be an influx of rage posts about Soulsborne bosses lol Or me professing my endless love for Greirat and Boc lol Will I ever go back to Baldur’s Gate 3?? Who knows! Probably not tbh I don’t like anyone other than Gribbo and Scratch not to mention I’ve seen my partner put just hours into it. I’ve seen the game and maybe I’m just bad at it but it’s just not fun for me which is why I’m going back to Soulsborne games lol I’ll tag my posts with “Soulsborne” if you don’t wanna see my rambling about the games though but like I said I promise I will still be all MK all the time after all it’s my true love ❤️

This has been a pointless Sol rambles, thanks for reading 🩵

#dogs are the best #tw pet loss #we don’t deserve dogs #soulsborne #new year resolutions #gaming #sol rambles

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recurring-polynya · 10 months

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I know you’re on team renruki all the way (I am too!) but I was curious if you had other characters in mind who you’d think would match up well with renji romantically. Kind of like a backup ship? :)

I used to have a lowkey fondness of Renji/Orihime, primarily because they are both people who put everyone before themselves, and that's a ship dynamic that's very appealing to me. I sometimes think that if Renruki had not been canon, I might have gone deeper down this rabbithole, altho I think it more likely that I probably just wouldn't have ended up writing any Bleach fanfic at all. (I did write one, ages ago). Since that time, however, I have written so much Renruki fanfic that focuses on the depth and breadth of their relationship to the point where nothing else comes close for me. I have also enjoyed the occasional RenIchi content (not so much b/c I'm into it, but because the RenIchi people are really talented), but I always get the same hang-up of it's just not Renruki. I used to have more tolerance for non-Rukia Renji ships, but I've gotten less flexible about it over time, I guess.

That being said, I often enjoy seeing Renji get paired up with other people in non-endgame ways. He's an easygoing guy and fun to be around and also really good looking, so I don't think he lacked for companionship during his separation from Rukia. (Note: I don't think either of them were celibate during that time, and I don't regard this as being "unfaithful." It was 40 years, Renji had no idea if his plans were ever going to pay off, and they are both pragmatists.) At the same time, I think there's this level at which he is just not emotionally available, because he's still hung up on her. I actually think that it is the nature of Soul Society that relationships are ephemeral by default. Shinigami live until they get killed, which could be a really, really, really long time, and marriage and children aren't necessarily the goal unless you're in the succession line of a noble family. It's funny to think about, to me, the idea of dating someone for a couple of hundred years, but not really be serious about it. It lasts while it lasts, y'know?

Anyway, here are some Renji-hookup scenarios I enjoy, in order of how much I enjoy them. (if you're wondering why there are no captains on this list, it's because power-imbalances in relationships are a huge turn-off to me)

Shuuhei. Extremely Renji's type. Also very easy-going and a good friend. Shuuhei has baggage, sure, but the Rukia-thing doesn't particularly intersect with any of his own baggage. Just two hot guys, drinking, smooching, writing copy for the Seireitei Comm and tooling around on the motorbike.

Nanao. I think he would be really into the sexy librarian thing she has going on. I think she would appreciate that he has more going on in the brains department than it would appear. The fact that he's hung up on an old flame is fine, since she's cursed to kill anyone she marries. They have incredibly hot sex. Truly spectacular.

Rangiku, but strictly friends-with-benefits. The benefits are really good tho.

I am not immune to a really angsty fanfic where he hooks up with Momo.

I think that in his Squad 11 baby days, he had the most gruesome crush one person has ever had on another on Ikkaku (who is 1000% taken, which might be Part of It). I hope you just full-body shuddered. I'm obsessed with this, though, sorry, not sorry.

I read a fanfic once that was really pre-relationship IkkaYumi, but there was an extended period of Yumichika and Renji hooking up and I think about this more than I should??

Akon. Why not? His horns are cute.

Because it feels like an omission, I want to say for the record that I wish all the love to the Izuru/Renji shippers, but I am not for it, because I think their mental unwellnesses intersect in a way that makes them really great and supportive as friends but would turn bad quick in an intimate relationship. (I realize one could spin this for the angst, but this is not the kind of angst I enjoy)

#i feel like some people are very casual about the term OTP #but i am not #when i say OTP i mean it

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lavend-ler · 6 months

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Those guys from Transformers you like (I don't go there but you seem to love them 🤠)

I SURE DO LOVE THOSE TRANSFORMERS GUYS YES 😎🤠

u didn't specify which Transformers guys so lemme do my TF OTP SoundRod <3

god I'm like. so unwell abt them. I swear I am they have just won my heart over and I cannot stop thinking abt them. no matter the contuinuity too, this ship just ALWAYS works. and I think it's abt who they are at their cores

Soundwave is such an omniscent mech, he knows everything, he is everywhere. he is completely loyal and never wants anything else in his loyalty. he doesn't do it bc he wants to move up the ranks, he does it bc he genuinely believes his cause. he is calm, collected, he has to have everything under his control. and he's so curious, he needs to know more abt those arround him and the world around him. he is also so caring, even if he doesn't appear much like so. he genuinely cares not only for things he believes in but also mechs he believes in. also he's pretty much an asshole. I mean his most recognizable line is abt his superiority like. cmon

Hot Rod on the other hand is just passionate to his core. everything he does is out of love for everything around him. he wants to make the future better, he wants to lead mechs to the better future. he is headstrong and brash in his decisions but his spark is always in the right place. he is curious abt the world and wants to help everything. I also kind of never got from him that he truly needed the leader position, it just comes naturally for him. G1, CBV, it's all so natural to him. he is caring and charismatic, he wants everyone to see the world in pink just as he does

u see this already, right? one is calm and calculating, the other is loud and hotheaded. but it's the other traits that are so...similar to each other. hence I think that they would hit it off. they're both caring, curious and stubborn. not to mention, they both have a knack for leading, even if Rods is a natural born leader and Soundwave prefers to be the second one

and that's what I honestly love abt them. it's that their differences do NOT divide them but rather bring them closer. Rods would become steadier and think through more with Soundwave. Soundwave would live more in the moment and let things happen more. I truly believe these two would make each other better

it's also that moment of them being impressed by each other. with them being a Decepticon-Autobot couple it already creates Drama but I love to think abt the walls cracking. the moment when Soundwave is so impressed with Rods and his abilities in fight and leadership. thinking that he's more than just a dumb Autobot he's been fighting. same with Rods, he'd see a Decepticon who is not only abt the fight but also connections. that he cares and that tough exterior helps to protect others. and who could see behind the mask better than Rods?

also I think they both would be super into human culture. as in Rods would be into movies and racing and Soundwave ofc into music. they could share interests and times together

goddamn, I just love to see them share their time together and become better with each other. I see Soundwave becoming more affectionate, realizing how much Rods means to him. I see Rods choosing Soundwave, no matter what. I see them not caring abt the war just to be with each other. I think they both would see sth in each other they never knew they needed

and I was talking purely on all canons but knowing their story in Cyberverse.....holy shit man. it's a love story u know? I cannot describe it in any other way. the beautiful slow burn and opening up to each other. the fact that Soundwave loved Hot Rod so much he gave up his life so he can lead a better life. that's poetry man, one day I almost bursted into tears just thinking abt CBV ending

tl;dr as the band The Wombats sang once

#ask #soundrod #transformers #ueueueueuueueueue #it got long and I could've gotten longer u know #I think that's plenty for now I should write a meta or sth #I genuinely ship SoundRod in all universes btw #I love The Wombats btw

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valentinerose529 · 7 months

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Tag Game: Oc Ship Songs

thanks to @dancinginsepia for the tag, and also for making the tag game!

rules: write about two to five songs from them that represent your a ship between your ocs (it can be platonic or romantic or a secret third thing). then add a quote from said wip (if possible!) underneath it.

and boy oh boy this is the right tag because you know who's been making playlists and imagining music edits instead of, yknow, actually writing something? this gal!! Anyways, relationship: Coraline and Ixora because I am Unwell over them. They're a bodyguard and a charge that eventually turned into like platonic soulmates sorta thing, in that they know each other so well but still insist to strangers it's only a job. This is gonna be fun to decide on anything because i have pages and pages of backstory but very little current dialogue and interaction written between these two--they've actually spent more time apart and affecting each other's lives than they have interacting on page! (the solution is to write more of them interacting. i'll get back to you on that)

1. Die For You by STARSET This has been an Ixora theme song for like. Years. The man's loyal as hell. And in a relationship like theirs, how do you determine the line between Ixora-specific loyalty or bodyguard-general dedication? He'd follow her into hell if she asked. (She did, once.)

"You promised to protect me," Cory gasped, and the words were a knife in his own heart. "I failed," he replied. Words clawed up his throat, but he couldn't get them out—how could he say what she meant to him? He would have given her everything before today; he made himself her protector because he believed in her. Because he trusted her.

2. If I Killed Someone For You by Alec Benjamin I haven't quite gotten under Cory's skin yet to get a writing handle on how she ticks,but I know she's very self-centered and righteous. I love exploring their dynamic--here's a power imbalance with two irascibly stubborn people on either end--and how much Ixora will simply cede to her rather than arguing. And how far would he go for her without her needing to ask?

“I thought I’ve been banned from your events,” Ixora said, in a tone I’d only ever heard when he was trying to start a fight. “You’ll behave yourself tonight, won’t you?” [asked Louise.] "I'm not coming anyways. I can’t leave Cory; I’m her protector, remember?” "Oh, but you're invited too, Miss [Coraline]." All eyes turned to Coraline. She and Ixora looked at each other. Her eyebrow twitched in question, he set his jaw in response, and Coraline replied smoothly, “If you insist, Miss Louise, then it’s in our best interest to attend.” Ixora’s wings quavered; I couldn’t tell if he had agreed with Coraline or not.

3. House of Memories by Panic! At The Disco This one ends up on a lot of my oc playlists cause everyone's got backstory and lore. But these two for sure really have a plethora of memories together! They know nearly everything about each other--the way they move and fight and their daily rhythms. But when strangers ask, they'll insist it's a strictly professional relationship.

“How do I look?” “Like you walked off the cover of a dime romance. Impractical and useless in a fight,” she added coolly, shutting down Ixora’s dreams. “You flatter me, sweetheart,” he informed her, and tossed an apple at her from behind his back. “Here, I know you skipped breakfast.” He read her thank you in the flick of her ears as she caught it. “Are you all packed?” “Since yesterday. You? That bag of yours doesn’t look big enough.” “I can borrow something of yours if I need.” “See, I knew you’d say that, just like last time, and the time before that, which is why I packed that red shirt you hate.” “God, with the shiny buttons? You’re a menace.” “It means you won’t steal it, yeah?” he shrugged, the movement carrying through his wings.

I ran out of quotes (i really need to write more of this story instead of letting it grow a full-on mold colony in my head) so i couldn't add all the songs i had in mind.

Gentle tagging if you want to participate, plus open tags! if you see it then join in! ♥ @isilee @inked-fables @lame2882 @sarah-sandwich-writes @sabinabardot @eldritchpiper @1legitconnor @nascentmorimur @sam-glade @sparrow-orion-writes @cat-esper

#val rambles #tag game #writeblr tag tame #writeblr #mpm #ocs #oc: ixora #oc: coraline

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brekker-by-brekkerr · 9 months

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hsmtmts s4 first thoughts

spoilers ahead!! you have been warned!

i have covid and my head feels like it's stuffed with cotton so this may be the most nonsensical of ramblings but here are some of my thoughts from a first watch:

"sometimes i think i'll be okay. then sometimes i stay awake for five nights in a row." oh ricky. relatable but also. how i worry for you

miss jenn and mr. bowen giving me the ick as always

oh thank you thank you thank you they're done

mr. mazzara being in a boy band was not on my season 4 bingo card

one of my ships is endgame!! let's go jenzzara <3333

mazzara saying these are her children yes thank you this is a family

i love ricky standing up to gina's mom bc i have things to say about this woman

ricky giving out cards in nini's place!!! my heart. so they still talk they're still friends I'm crying thank you for this crumb thank you

they are really redeeming ricky and gina for me guys i must say like they're crossing off all the boxes i needed crossed for them so what can i say

i never thought i'd see portwell interact again and I'm in so so much pain. i thought i was fine and moved on but stars no i love them i miss them

"we'll always have risotto right" got me crying. i know people think this was a stupid ship and it's a stupid show but they meant something to me. i love them and I'm so done w people online bullying anyone who mentions portwell (i have so many thoughts about how toxic things have gotten w the hsmtmts shipping discourse but that's another post). i like gina and ricky they're cool i am also allowed to miss portwell

antoine coming back and being like "don't tell anyone i was here i have a bad enough reputation with the police as it is" was also not on my hsmtmts s4 bingo card but then again, most of this wasn't

ej still getting a storyline!! him being a good teacher yes you're so right miss jenn!!!

i wanted ej to sing scream so badly but it wasn't going to work with this season. but ricky did eat that

actually love the way they're using hsm 3 scenes to have double meaning, like for example, the troy and miss darbus college discussion scene

big red's speech to ricky <3

i love this show. i love that the found family is here

antoine and big red????!!!!! this show is so out of pocket i love it

"just in case this is the last time we're all in the same room" i am not emotionally stable enough for this help

the way they're like endings are sad but also okay (idk how to articulate this but it's so good)

"i used to think that strength came from being fearless. but i've realized that it comes from overcoming fear not the absence of it." yes yes yes this is so important this has been one of the biggest life lessons for me

EJ GOT A GOODBYE TOO WHAT WHAT I WAS NOT PREPARED FOR THIS

miss jenn being their mom the found family is so real

ricky's love confession was so so beautiful and the wildcats singing with them I'm so unwell

the wildcat fam being like our parents are getting together!! (about jenzzara)

why am i crying they're just running out of the school together

it's just that they're all together one last time and they're all so happy and i didn't think they would all be there i didn't think my boy EJ would be there and they're my little theatre found family i love them

oh that was such a perfect ending and now I'm sobbing i cant handle this

miss jenn getting choked up singing "because i knew you" got me again

after the mess of s3 thank you for this ending thank you <3

#hsmtmts #hsmtmts spoilers #high school musical the musical the series #ej caswell #portwell #jennzzara

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remyfire · 1 month

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Okay but BJ/Hawkeye/Sidney is such a good rare ship! One of the first MASH fics I read was for that OT3 before I even met 2/3 characters involved but GOD was it written so well and reminded me of another OT3 very close to my heart so I just sort of latched on lmao. And frankly it's tragic BJ never had any sessions with Sidney, because he definitely needed it. The man seriously struggled being away from home, let us see him deal with it in a healthy way!

Also aaaaaAHHHH I just watched An Eye for a Tooth and it was so good! I am so fond of Margaret and Hawkeye's friendship and this was such a good episode for that, and it was so nice to see a bit more of Margaret and BJ's friendship as well. It was such a delightful episode to watch all around, I loved all the silly pranks, and the way they all worked together at the end to mess with Charles because of COURSE they figured out he was behind it all, they're truly unstoppable when they put their heads together. And the subplot of Mulcahy wanting that promotion was great too, I always love seeing more Mulcahy storylines and just as much as I can get of him being an absolute sweetheart.

Also I'm complete garbage and relished in every one of the several shower scenes in this episode because mmmmm b o y s

I wish you could see me irl because I just chinhandsed when you said that was one of the first fics you read because I'm imagining that was Flootz's. Flootz, zir impact continues to be so widely spread and appreciated, god bles.

Honestly that's part of what I love so much about the Sidney and BJ dynamic, like, it is so underexplored, and you can easily say that it's because BJ is avoiding being alone with him to be analyzed, and that makes them so so much fun to write together. Just these extreme depths of potential, all the hidden secrets that can be dredged up, all the things BJ didn't actually realize that he buries. It gets me. I need a million more fics about them even if I have to write them all my damn self.

Eye for a Tooth is so much. It's so much. I'm not normal about it. Sometimes I feel bad that I'm not normal about it because the overwhelming majority of people that I know saw That Moment with BJ and Margaret as something unsettling and frightening, and something is probably wrong with me as a person because I Was Not Unsettled At All. Maybe it was because I could tell from the moment that the scene started that something was in the water, so I wasn't actually surprised when it hit, but A, it gave me great characterization and sad-past fodder for young BJ, and B, the hand-holding. The hand-holding, anon. idk if you noted it but in the aftermath, BJ and Margaret are just holding hands literally the entire time until he helps her back to her feet, and it makes me goddamn tender every time. Even then, he is trying to comfort her! Even then, he's holding that lifeline so she can remember the Truth of what just happened! I'm unwell about it! That moment alone takes anything potentially frightening about that scene and obliterates it for me because that. One. Lingering. Handhold. Tells me that even before the scene began, BJ needed her to know that she was safe.

Don't look at me, I'm fine, and I'm very normal about them, don't listen to what anyone else tells you—

The Mulcahy subplot is so interesting to me because I understand him craving recognition because it is a long-running theme that Mulcahy doesn't think he's doing any good on the ground, but I would've loved to see them lean into a conflict inside of him, that he's seeking worldly favor over spiritual fulfillment, that sort of thing? It's probably the ex-evangelical in me but there would've been something so satisfying about him having to actually grapple with the fact that he is basically willfully going against his God-given directive of humility and caretaking through his pursuit of higher rank, higher pay, literally demanding these things from time to time. Very camel through the eye of a needle, right?

That's actually part of the reason I haven't done much with Mulcahy yet in my fics. I know I'm gonna want to dig into that with him but I also know it's going to necessitate a deep dive, and once I start getting into his head, I am not coming out for a very long time fhsdkfd I just really wanna bring these desires of his full circle.

(also the shower scenes are hot as hell and the chopper pilot wanted to blow Mulcahy's back out, I know this in my heart)

#this got much longer than i ended please excuse me #i have a lot more thoughts but i am continuing to try and be normal #and not be the guy who has published roughly 70% of the margaret and bj ship fics on ao3 #and not the guy who wants to rip mulcahy's faith away from him as painfully as possible rather than just the priesthood #these are not popular views i don't think fhkdfds #long post #my ramblings

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macbethz · 8 months

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1, 10, and 15 for the choose violence ask game :)

THIS IS A LONG ONE SORRY. I guess I had violence in my heart.

1. The character everyone gets wrong

Ok im aware this is like the most predictable answer for me but its true. CLARA!!! People don't get her at all and it absolutely infuriates me, because she's pretty much the only companion in nuwho who is hated to this extent (ie, people saying mean shit about her on my posts ABOUT HER) Oh does she annoy you by having the exact same traits as the doctor? Do you not like her egotistical and controlling behavior? I wonder why. Perhaps there is a point there.

Sidenote - it annoys me when people will call her a mary sue and simultaneously get mad at her being an asshole and yk, having character flaws, as if those terms aren't mutually exclusive & her hyper-competence that gets read as "mary sue" isn't an intentional choice by the narrative and a result of her being DEEPLY unwell in other aspects of her life.

I feel like a lot of people judge her based on the second half of s7 which, to be fair, is awful and I don't think they knew what they were doing with her yet. But in the context of her whole run she is genuinely one of the most evocative characters to come out of doctor who for me, especially in the way she serves as a kind of commentary and subversion of companions as a whole. I genuinely could talk about clara forever but yeah I do feel like a lot of the hate comes from the fact that people Don't Get Her.

And then among fans who do there's always a risk that they see her as this blank slate twee girl to self-project onto which again, to be fair, is how she was written in season 7. But so many things from supposed fans of her as well that I'll read and be like she would not fucking say that. she does not have the emotional awareness to say that. and/or she is not like a uwu quirky shy girl she would fucking speak her mind about that. She is deranged and I love her. I have to shut up abt clara or this will be the whole post.

10. Worst part of fanon

I honestly cant get TOO annoyed with doctor who fanon because i am a comics fan AND a danny phantom fan and its surprisingly common practice for people in both those fandoms to be a "fan" of something they have not consumed the media for in any form, resulting in this horrible mess of fanon with no connection to what makes the original compelling. + doctor who is such a mess of canon anyway basically everything has been canon at some point even if its shit.

But I think in the end the worst part of DW fanon is, like all fanon, the flattening of really compelling characters to fit trope archetypes. I see this especially with tenrose, where they're just turned into this kind of generic ship that you can plug n play into any situation with little connection to the interesting ways they actually behave in canon.

As a kind of interesting reversal, though, fanon will often expand out dw's most generic characters (ie most chibnal companions. sorry), but only for the purposes of shipping and not in ways I myself find particularly interesting. Like imo Yaz is probably the least developed chibnal companion but pretty much the only one I see expanded on in this way because of the shipping potential.

15. that one thing you see in fanart all the time

im probably gonna get slaughtered for this but i think maybe weve had enough crowley in doctor who outfits or 10 meeting crowley fanart. maybe im bitter because i dont really care about the GO show and I feel like it fills up the dw tag to the brim these days

#THANK YOU for ask and thank you those who read everything #i just got back from rosh hashana services with rage in my hearts apparently #warlock wartalks

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falthiere · 5 months

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rambling abt neuvillette and furina under the cut bc i am so full of thoughts and i do not want to bother ppl w them

i am so unwell over them

ok so like i am admittedly someone who stans a lot of (harmless) m/f out of a potentially misplaced sense of bisexual spite. so like i love neuvifuri and the shippers have my full support (except for the really weird ones 😭) but i am kind of unsure abt how to feel abt them as a ship

i was definitely drawn to neuvifuri pre-4.2 because they had such a good and fun dynamic. neuvillette is kind of an anchor to reign in furina shenanigans, they’re essentially co-rulers, and they’re the only two in fontaine who share longevity and eternity. and the end of neuvillette’s story quest where furina leaves a note for him just made me feel so sappy. like furina can teach him things too!!!

which is what makes the reveal so heartbreaking. everything that would have ostensibly brought them together was actually things that further isolated furina. like the whole point is that furina was truly and utterly alone in her situation. and it’s so tragic to think that the person who would ordinarily have been closest to her was the one who hurt her the most

and it’s even MORE tragic that neuvillette’s one and only request for the “trap” was that it not hurt furina, and yet it still had to play out that way, traumatizing her deeply in the process!! and he couldn’t have known, so it’s wrong to villify him for doing so, but you can’t change the distance that it furthers between them

and then you have furina, living as a regular human, and the only two who know what she went through are neuvillette and the traveler. we have already seen how the traveler reacts to this (they’re a fucking asshole) but neuvillette really sympathizes with her when focalors tells him all of this. he um. he doesn’t say sorry at the end of the archon quest but i think he’s nice enough in her story quest so. you’re on thin ice buddy

the way i’ve phrased this makes it seem like i think of all of this negatively bc it doesn’t feed into my ship. pls let me clarify that’s not what is happening here. like their dynamic is so fucking good none of this is a complaint in the slightest bc this is all so much more compelling

now that furina has a human lifespan any romance between them is destined to end in tragedy, and i don’t think romance is really what furina needs right now? i mean maybe it would help idk but i think she just needs to do her own thing for a while. the only person who can understand what she’s been through is neuvillette but i don’t think she feels anything romantic for him

the more i write the more i kind of like unrequited neuvifuri on neuvillette’s side. it is so deeply funny and so deeply sad

idk where i was rlly going w all of this but i cannot stop thinking abt them romantically or platonically i need more of it. most importantly i need neuvillette to gently hold furina because SOMEONE has to and it might as well be him

#dream journal #screams into a pillow

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