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13ag21k · 9 months
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I'm just really curious to know who created the ship names we all use for each Otp.
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ajwild220 · 7 months
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Hi I just finished reading your "Trust me" Hero x Villain story and it's amazing!! Ik it's a oneshot but would you please consider writing a part 2 for it? Your writing really drew me into the scene and it was beautiful!! 💖💖
-Hello!! Thank you for my first request ever! I originally wasn't sure whether I was going to make another part, but here it is! Hope you enjoy it!-
Part 1
Trust me-Part 2
Hero stood there in the thick silence a slight curiosity growing in their core, wondering what in the world Villain was doing behind their back. One moment turned into two and Hero had to stop themselves from squirming, trying to grip onto the bravery they had offered so freely seconds before. Villain was so silent, so still, it was unnerving. Hero was just beginning to wonder if they should turn around again when warm hands encircled their wrists causing them to jump. The hands were instantly removed.
“Sorry—sorry” Hero offered a quick apology “I just didn’t know where you were.” Their words faded away as Hero hung their head cursing their actions. They had just made a declaration of trust, yet their body had so easily betrayed them. Silence followed making Hero fidget.
“You uhh” Hero looked up at the ceiling, “You can remove the cuffs now.” They paused. “Please.”
Still no response, Hero was beginning to worry that perhaps Villain wouldn’t carry out the offer at all, however a slight rustle came from behind and the weight of their nemesis’s hands once again rested on their entrapped wrists. Hero fought a sigh of relief.
The seconds ticked by and Hero could feel Villain examining the cuffs, tugging, adjusting, the occasional warm breath against their palms as an indication of Villains close inspection. Hero relaxed slightly, the whole situation catching up with them. They shifted their weight slightly from side to side, the sudden lack of intense adrenaline flooding their system leaving them weak and shaky, they really wished they would have accepted the meal henchman had brought in earlier.
“Hold still.” Villains quiet command made them stiffen. Instantly they stopped shifting, cursing how weak their knees felt beneath them. Hero tried desperately to revive the energy they had before but to no avail, they found themself taking a small step forward to balance from falling over completely.
One of Villains hands gripped around Hero’s wrists and the other around their forearm to keep them steady. Hero could feel the intense gaze of Villain boring into the back of their head.
“Sorry.” Hero offered, barely a whisper.
A beat went by before Villain rose from the chair hand still holding their cuffed wrists as their other hand came between Hero’s arm and body pushing against their waist. Hero squeaked yet Villain maintained the contact continuing to push against them.
“Move.”
Hero complied. Villain was acting more like themselves, less like a sheepish schoolboy and more like their usual confident bravado. Hero couldn’t determine if that was a good thing or not. On one hand at least they were in familiar territory, on the other hand Villain was a great deal more imposing a figure. A stray shiver went down their spine, Hero wasn’t sure how to deal with imposing right now. Whatever Hero’s feelings on the matter, Villain continued to push Hero until they were perpendicular to the other chair that occupied the room.
“Now sit down and hold still.”
Hero had no other option as Villain’s hand left their waist and aided them to sit sideways, legs dangling over one arm of the chair and restrained hands just resting over the other side. Villains’ grip slid to Hero’s bicep as they helped them to scooch closer to the back of the chair and not fall embarrassingly onto the carpet. Hero tensed slightly as Villains grip pushed uncomfortably against the hand shaped bruises left by henchmen however to Hero’s great relief Villain said nothing, merely shifting their grip.
When Hero was properly situated Villain backed up leaving a blush of nervousness tingling through Hero’s entire worn-out body. Everything Hero had grown to expect from Villain was flipped topsy turvy on its head, something Hero was not enjoying in the slightest. Sure, it was nice to be looked after, but the way Villain did it…surely butterflies were a horrible aid to the healing process. Hero gulped avoiding eye-contact trying with everything left within them to remember that the fluttering mess at the bottom of their stomach was fear and not something less sinister. Whatever this odd feeling was Hero didn’t like it, trying to dredge up memories about who was across from them. Their tongue ran over the cut on their lip and instantly the funny feeling disappeared. After all gentleness is not weakness, Villain was strong as ever and Hero thought it best to remember that they were still at Villain’s complete mercy.
Villain knelt on one knee posture still immaculate and in control as they held eye contact with Hero breaking them from their thoughts.
“What I am about to do is very precise. You have to let me work and not move unless I guide your hands to do so. If you do the cuffs are going to put out an electric shock. Nothing you can’t handle however it will not be pleasant and—” Villain pulled up Hero’s sleeve. Hero’s eyes widened at Villains observantness trying to tug their arm away. Their efforts were ultimately in vain. “It seems you have had a long enough day already.” Their tone was almost soft yet Hero could have sworn they detected an angry undertone as Villain examined the bruising already taking on a purplish hue on Hero’s arm. Hero stopped fighting it, it was pointless. It was clear Villain was going to check on them whether they wanted it or not. Hero didn’t know what to do other than avert their gaze, no matter how many times the more caring side of Villain showed itself it still took them off their guard.
Villains fingers gently traced the hand marks unintentionally coming over a patch of delicate skin. Hero winced and tried to cover it, eyes still trained on the ceiling.
“Please just get me out of these things.” Their voice was quiet, almost pleading.
Villain allowed Hero’s sleeve to fall back over the damaged skin and Hero could have sworn there was a hint of teasing in their tone.
“If you insist.”
Villain promptly disappeared from view behind Hero as their hands began to once again work on the cuffs. Hero took deep breaths trying to not concentrate on Villains touch and surprisingly it worked better than expected. Although it had an undesirable effect as Hero leaned their weight against the back of the chair in exhaustion. Their body was spent, all they wanted to do was close their eyes and forget this whole sticky situation, but they had to keep their guard up. They could feel their eyelids growing heavier the longer they had to remain frozen for Villain. They scrunched their eyes trying to fight it and bit their tongue in effort to remain awake, it worked for awhile until even the pain was beginning to be drowned out by the wave of exhaustion. Then all of a sudden
*Click*
The cuffs unclamped and fell to the floor with a soft thud. That was enough to wake Hero up. They stood almost too swiftly on their wobbly legs and brought their hands in front of them, rubbing their sore wrists out of reach of their enemy and savior.
Villain remained kneeling on the floor eyes examining Hero from afar as they reclasped the now empty cuffs.
“You’re welcome.”
Hero nodded, still rubbing their wrists absentmindedly.
“No ‘Thank you’? I thought heroes had better manners.”
Villain stood slowly but confidently from the ground once again towering over Hero. Hero swallowed and couldn’t help but glance at the door, Villain followed their gaze.
“You want me to leave hmm?” Their voice wasn’t angry, more amused with what they were thinking, “Alright. Mind your manners and I’ll leave. All I need are two little words Hero.” Villain grinned enjoying their little game.
Hero opened their mouth, but no words came as Villain began to stalk forward tossing the cuffs on the comforter.
“Come now Hero, I thought you wanted to be rid of me.”
They were growing closer, a dangerous smile on their lips. Hero refused to back up, refused to repeat being pinned to a wall. They were a Hero for goodness sakes, surely they could hold their ground. Hero began to doubt that fact as Villain stood right before them causing Hero to tip their chin back to look up into Villains eyes, fighting for some semblance of authority.
Villain reached up taking the end of Hero’s hair and twirling it around their long fingers. Hero clenched their jaw trying their best to offer a worthy glare at their opponent. Both stood eyes locked before Villain smiled and began looking all over Hero’s face, allowing the other to glare all they wanted. Hero’s cheeks began to burn with Villains close inspection and they couldn’t help but look away. Villain chuckled leaning in and causing Hero to go completely ridged as Villain softly whispered, warm breath hitting their ear.
“That’s just it isn’t it, too much of a Hero to show gratitude to a Villain.”
Hero instantly revolted, stepping back away from Villain like a spring wound to tight, a heavy scowl on their face. It was quite a short-lived rebellion however as Hero’s legs decided to completely give way beneath their passion. Hero braced to hit the floor, but the floor never came. Even with their eyes squeezed shut Hero registered a warm arm had snaked around their waist strongly supporting their precarious position. Their eyes fluttered open to meet Villains only inches away, it would have been a simple feat to move forward and bump noses. Villain’s eyes were an all consuming blue gazing so intently, Hero gulped trying to shift in their grip to no avail.
“I had thought better of you than that, Hero”
Heros anger grew, they were a Hero and they hated how helpless they had become ever since Villain had walked into the room. They hated being so afraid.
“Let me go!”
Hero fought Villains grip while trying to keep the distance between their faces.
“You know what I want first.”
“And you know what I want! Now let go.” Hero snapped.
Villains grip was tight, reprimanding yet still not hurtful. Hero’s breath was beginning to speed up, the lack of control blocking out their thoughts.
“Let me go, Villain!”
“Hero.” Hero stopped; the tone of voice Villain used sending nervous signals to their core. Villain was serious. Hero didn’t know what it was about that tone of voice but they knew they should respect it. They paused eyes wide and searching amid the vastness of the blue eyes before them.
“Thank you.” It came out quiet and timid, something that irked Hero deep down.
“It was my pleasure” The tone evaporated as Villain spoke calmly.
“N-Now let me go.”
Villain dropped Hero on their butt.
Hero shot a glare and scooted away as Villain chuckled at Hero’s bothered expression. In fact, Hero looked quite childish on the floor scowling as if they were a kindergartener whom had been denied sweets.
“If only I had a camera to show you how silly your face is.”
“If only I had my powers to make you leave.” Hero spat no humor in their comeback. Villain’s eyebrows rose almost imperceivably.
“Careful hero, I leveled the playing field when I removed the cuffs. Don’t think I won’t rise to the occasion. Just because I can clean your wounds doesn’t mean I don’t have the ability to inflict them.”
Hero had the decency to drop their challenging gaze. Now was not the time nor place.
A strained pause fell over them both before Villain broke the silence.
“I did say I would be going,” He turned swiftly and with a certain elegance strode towards the door making a point to pause “Thank you for your time, Hero.”
Hero shuddered at Villains perfect control as he went to turn the handle.
But the handle didn’t turn. It was stuck. Villains composure was rattled for no more than a second before he tried once more. His fingers flexed around the knob and wiggling and pushing with great effort before he let his hand drop.
“It’s locked.”
A statement, not a question, and the statement was laced with an ill guarded anger.
A note was thrust under the door and Villain watched it for a moment hands clenched before he rigidly stooped to grab it. Hero could see Villains face darken as he read the words and gulped as he crumpled the paper into a ball. In an uncharacteristic fit of rage Villain kicked the door with a yell of anger and hero flinched, subtly dragging themselves further away on the floor.
An ominous laugh was heard on the other side of the door slowly echoing into nothingness as Hero could hear footsteps disappear down the hall.
The room was completely silent. Hero gazed up at Villain who was composing themselves looking quite small but no longer childish as they stared eyes wide. Villain never got angry like that. Ever.
Minutes passed before Villain spoke.
“It looks like I will be staying here for now, my Hero.”
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luvrrszn · 6 months
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this is how you fall in love
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BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW x FEM READER
summary just you and rooster, forever
warnings fluff fluff fluffy fluff not proofread !
a/n pls send me a man like rooster thanks
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the night bradley first met you, he knew one day you two would share a home filled with love and laughter.
despite the dim lighting of the bar and the crowd of people, you still catch bradley's attention from the very moment he steps into the bar. you're dancing with your best friend next to the jukebox, a grin plastered on your face. you're wearing a short red dress, the skirt of your dress swishing around you as you move to the rhythm to the music.
bradley can't help but stare. no one notices, except penny. she rests her forearms on the bar, leaning forward. she says, "she's single, you know. go shoot your shot." he smirks slightly, then turns to look at you, catching your gaze.
usually, when you're caught staring, you immediately look away. but with the help of a little liquid courage, you hold bradley's gaze, refusing to look away first. he stares at you and you stare back, even as he gets up from his seat at the bar and makes his way over to you.
"hey, gorgeous. i'm bradley, but everyone calls me rooster. can i buy you a drink?" he says, staring into your eyes. you'd be a fool not to accept. you were many things, but definitely not a fool.
"that would be wonderful." you tell him, smiling. you tell him your name and follow him to the bar.
throughout the course of the night, bradley learns your favourite colour, why you're in town, and most importantly your number.
"call me." you say, pressing your lips to his cheek after he drops you off at your doorstep that night. bradley replies with a "yes ma'am" and watches you fumble with your keys. his hands are stuffed into the pockets of his jeans as he leans against his car, waiting for you to make it back into your apartment safely.
only when you lock the front door behind you does bradley drive off.
the very friday the next week, bradley takes you out for dinner. he knocks on your front door at 630pm sharp, with ample time for you to make it for your 7pm reservation.
with a reservation at one of the best restaurants in town, you made sure to dress your best. you wore a long black dress, which hugged your body in all the right places. your hair was pulled back into a sleek low bun, your lips painted dark red. you looked pretty, and most importantly, you felt pretty.
bradley lets out a low whistle as you do a little spin for him. your cheeks flush as smile softly. you hold onto his forearm for balance as you put on your heels, and the whole scene feels oddly domestic.
strangely enough, you didn't mind. you had only met bradley once before, but the two of you had talked throughout the week, and you already felt comfortable with him.
"what are you smiling so happily about?" bradley chuckles, snapping you out of whatever fantasies you were thinking about.
"nothing." you reply, but your grin remains on your face.
the moment you realised you were in love with bradley was around the time where you were 3 months into dating. it had starting raining during your lunch date, so to shield you from the rain, bradley put his zip-up hoodie on your shoulders and used his body to shield you from the rain.
once you made it to the car, he opened the car door for you, and closed it behind you like a true gentleman. then, he walked back to the sidewalk. curious, you stared in his direction. you watched as he bent down and started picking things up from the sidewalk and moving them into the trimmed grass next to it. he was picking up....worms?
five minutes later, he came back running to the car.
"sorry for keeping you waiting, babe."
you didn't really know what to say, so you just replied, "it's okay. the worms...looked like they needed help."
"thanks, i knew you'd understand." he grinned as he started the engine.
the moment you knew you were going to marry bradley occurred when you were at mav and penny's for dinner. you had dropped something on the floor, and bent down from your seat on a chair to pick it up. without batting an eye, bradley put his hand over the sharp corner of the table, while continuing to talk to mav.
that very moment, you knew that you were going to marry him someday. you knew he was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. being with him felt natural, like it was the way things were meant to be.
no matter what happened in life, at some point the two of you were meant to argue over whose apartment to move into.
the two of you were meant to squabble over what colour the bathroom towels for your new shared apartment should be.
the two of you were meant to walk down the aisles of a supermarket to look for the nicest-smelling detergent.
the two of you were meant to squabble over things like the toilet seat being left up. (bradley learnt his lesson after that fight. the toilet seat was always left down. whatever you wanted, you got.)
the two of you were meant to sit at the dining table with cups of tea, going over your grocery list for the week.
and that was exactly what the rest of you life with bradley "rooster" bradshaw was like.
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xhoky · 3 months
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I have a headcanon that Dream would always bend over to Ani, so they doesn't need to shout or make their voice louder for Lord to hear.
Also Dream would do this despite pain in the neck, back, Lower back e.t.c cuz he respects Ani that much.
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Also two versions, cuz i liked both and i don't want to choose
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vannyyssa · 6 months
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its 1:01 am im in clown makeup and im trying to get out of artblock
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googleitlol · 1 year
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Just saw this on YouTube and need to share it
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We got the reincarnation trio in a panic as they fall to their doom. Comedic.
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Now we got the monkey boys falling with style, Bai He being unconscious but safe in her new demon father’s arms. Pretty cool. But then—
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FREAKING MK JUST DROPPING ON HIS DAD ASS FIRST—
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The look on his face says it all. Man’s eyes have been violated, thank the heavens Bai He’s eyes are closed for this cuz Macaque ain’t never unseeing it
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silas-png · 6 months
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so i just watched Nimona for the first time
i cried three times
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bithablu · 3 months
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Anyone else notice the parallels between the openings of episodes 1&8? Both episodes start focused on ghost lamps with Lockwood and Lucy getting out of a cab. In epi 1, they're about to jump off of a burning building but, in epi 8, they just jumped off a building into a river.
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look its 3 am and i’ve got at least 8 tabs of commedia dell’arte open on a late night wikipedia trawl 
but I think the next modernized iteration of these archetypes, Il Dottore and Pantalone need to be messily yet amicably divorced 
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andytheoverthinker · 1 month
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“we live in a society” my ass, you all may live in society, but i live in delusion
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I'm laying in my bed just think about stuff and I thought 'I really wish I was a gay dude.'
HA! MF! I AM! I'M GOING TO THROW MYSELF A MINI PRIDE PARADE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT BECAUSE I'M REALLY HAPPY THAT I'M A PANSEXUAL TRANS GUY!
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kairithemang0 · 22 hours
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Curt’s “after all those years” followed by “this is the end” during One Step Ahead are two of my favorite lines in the whole show. He’s thinking about everything, those four years he spent a mess because he believe he let Owen die. He literally let him down, he let him fall. And after all those years, after all that pain, Owen is still here and Curt knows it’s over. I think by this point, this is when Curt knew he was going to kill Owen. He was sure of it. To him, Owen still died four years prior, now he just gets to actually end him
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artemfluid · 18 days
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It's 1 am and there's no wels-centric fics to read while listening to bob ross
Sadge
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iceeericeee · 4 months
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You ever like, open your eyes, but your eyes were already open? And then you realize that? And you also realize you’ve disassociated for the past hour and your thoughts you were having while disassociating have vanished like a cloud in a strong breeze? And you realize that those thoughts are gone and you can never get them back?
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demonic-lair · 11 months
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And this here I managed to smash something together for mermay, high five to me.
Mer Abstracto ready to cause troubles for local fishermen.
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freensrcha · 2 years
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I'd say we kill him.
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