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nanomooselet · 3 months

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Little but Fierce

Now, I might be mistaken, but judging by the number of bare pectoral muscles strewn over my dash at any given moment, I'm gonna say Wolfwood is pretty popular? And that's understandable (he's a loser <3) but it's a genuinely terrible shame that Meryl gets overlooked. Especially in Stampede. Orange have done some really amazingly cool things with Meryl.

And it makes me a little nervous to say so, but I think they only could have done them by detaching her from Milly, at least for a time. Milly's still going to show up and I'm confident from this precedent they'll treat her well, so I'm at peace with her absence for now.

Nightow is unexpectedly good in many ways. He treats sex workers as human, which is a low bar that many nevertheless fail to clear, and my only serious disappointment in Maximum was in how the girls vanished for long periods. I recall an interview where he said something to the effect of being reluctant to put them in harm's way, and while I'm disinclined to take anything Nightow says entirely at face value (I don't think he's a liar, but I do think he has a sense of humour that inclines him to kindly trolling, which I respect), that would line up, I think.

I think Orange are taking the opportunity to remedy this disappointment.

It's exciting. It's the kind of writing for female characters in genre media I've always craved. I will not be silenced on how extremely gay I am for Meryl Stryfe.

Unfortunately that means for this first entry, I'll have to talk about Knives. (Whom I also love, but not in a gay way. More an affectionate revulsion. He's fascinatingly horrible, this man.)

So. I've noticed a distressing tendency for Knives's... really almost anything that ever comes out of his mouth (seriously) to be taken as the honest, objective truth. After all, they didn't call him a villain.

And what an honest face he has!

As Knives has it:

Vash is pretty, but he's useless without his brother. He's a powerless, weak, pathetically naïve, blubberingly sentimental little baby who doesn't care about the Plants, too busy enabling humanity's abuse via performing his cringing, grasping abasement before them to notice how his brethren suffer. Knives himself is the more powerful (and much less human-like) of the twins; the strongest and most righteous activist for necessary change now that, sadly despite all good faith attempts at communication, non-violent solutions have failed. He truly has only the best and most altruistic intentions: the freedom of his people, and the happiness of his brother.

Here's the problem. This has always been the problem. Every one of the statements in the paragraph above is false. Except the one about Vash being pretty.

Once more with feeling: They are completely untrue. They are supported by literally nothing. All we have is his word that they're true and there's so much existing evidence to disprove his claims that even the thought of compiling it exhausts me.

However, I did say that Zazie is a truth-teller in this story, didn't I? So let's examine some of Zazie's conclusions.

Now, I've seen reference to the surviving human communities on No Man's Land as "colonisers", and that their treatment of the Plants even before the Fall is analogous to slavery. (My strong suspicion is that Knives is purposefully invoking those comparisons, in fact.) Those are both extremely loaded analogies, culturally and emotionally, and I just want to gently, respectfully caution those who make them against overlooking the more nuanced and purposeful analogies being made. Or maybe should I say, the actual individuals to whom they apply.

Zazie is very careful to say this: Knives told them humans can't be trusted to learn from consuming their home planet. Knives was the one who said humans will have Zazie's planet next, and that only Knives will "use" the Plants correctly - so Zazie should ally with Knives.

Here's what Knives meant by "using the Plants correctly":

I, uh, think Zazie may have made the wrong call on this one! And that Zazie thinks the same.

This is what makes the interaction with Wolfwood so funny and sad - the all-knowing, ostensibly unkillable Zazie is freaking the hell out, staggering under the weight of realising just how apocalyptically badly they have fucked up. Wolfwood, who also directly instigated this disaster but under duress, is grimly amused - he did everything he did fulfilling the contract to protect the kids, even as his conviction failed, even though he would rather have died, even after Livio... and thus he personally rendered all his own efforts and sacrifices moot.

And he's just like, "Heh, yeah. That tracks." This poor boy.

Afterwards, Zazie is confused and even a little saddened that Vash was demonised in the wake of July's destruction. Never let it be said the bug fails to learn from experience: Vash is the one everyone blames? Ah, so he was in fact spectacularly heroic and clever and it's entirely Knives's fault it turned out so badly.

Also, crashing on this specific planet wasn't exactly humanity's choice. Guess whose choice it was.

Go on, guess. Better yet, guess why.

Yeah. It was also Knives who said to Zazie that both he and Vash crashed the ships... trying to stop us. From doing exactly what Knives tried to do the very instant he got the chance.

The thing is, Knives does everything he can to look like he's right by positioning himself as the most authoritative source, but he isn't ever backed up by like... facts. Or evidence. Or reality. Or anything. Ever. He crowned himself king of the Plants. He speaks and acts for them by divine right, apparently. He didn't take a vote or anything - in his mind it's self-evident only he understands the world, and Vash, and the correct way to use the Plants. Because remember that it's not using Plants he gives a damn about, even using them to death in the Last Run, as long it's him doing it. It's being dependent upon humans; he views providing for our basic survival needs as wasteful and inherently, exclusively parasitic, even if we're helping the Plants to survive in turn. Because it's humans that he's frightened of, and he wants the yucky things gone.

The thing is, when he's not being purposefully manipulative (though Vash is the only one he manipulates in person, probably because Vash is the only one he pays enough attention to for his tactics to be effective) he's being a dense fucking idiot. At very few points do his delusions intersect with reality.

The thing is, Knives is a known, proven, and entirely unrepentant liar. It's the logical extension of the way he gaslights Vash. He is in no way a trustworthy source of information.

All that he says is part of a heroic narrative about being the specialest boy evar that he came up with to avoid taking any blame or responsibility for the consequences of his actions. Knives considers himself perfect, but he's made plenty of mistakes, which I do think he would consider mistakes - among them Rem's death, alienating Vash, cutting off his arm and rendering him disabled, and what I suspect to be the large number of Plants killed in the Fall, along with the ones consumed by the Last Run in the desperation that followed.

So he tells himself... little stories. Inside his head. It's how he reconciles it. It's how he copes.

Basically, if you want to find any truth in anything Knives ever says, look closely at what he says, and believe the opposite.

Now, onto my girl and how completely fantastic she is.

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

Part VIII

Part IX

#trigun stampede #trigun meta #tristampparty #millions knives #meryl stryfe #i was about to say “liar pants on fire” and then i remembered #...literally tho #meta: little but fierce #terrible terrible plant man

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my-rose-tinted-glasses · 4 months

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Rose Recaps 2023 - Thailand

Ok. Let me just get this out of the way. If there were awards for "started of great but forgot what it was about by the end" Thailand would win them all. No other country can touch them. So when I was going through my list of watched Thai Bls there weren't all that many to choose as favourites. but I'll try to be kind.

The one about family

Moonlight Chicken

First and foremost this show is stunning. This really cannot be overstated. I really enjoyed all the different relationships represented here and that the idea of family is what you want it to be. I love all of them, and Wen did absolutely nothing wrong.

Favourite Moment This conversation left me in tears.

The one hated by so many but not me

Dangerous Romance

This was me whenever there was a new episode.

I'm not gonna say people were wrong. Everybody has the right to their own opinions. But I never expected anything else.

This show gave me exactly what I expected of it. They made a romantic version of the trailer for christ sake. The ost video that came out the day before the premiere was a love fest with the softest song sang by Chimon. I agree that the first 2 episodes were different and for some, misleading about the direction of the show.

Not for me though. I got what I wanted. Chimon and Perth on my screen being boyfriends with some drama sprinkled in for good measure. And with the amazing bonus that was Marc and Pawin together again and the character of Auto that I just adored. I actually enjoyed all the characters in this one.

Favourite Moment

The one that is beautiful

I Feel You Linger In The Air

The amount of screenshots I took while watching this would fill a hard drive. It's just gorgeous. The way they played with the spaces was just such a treat.

This show was almost perfect. I had a couple of issues with it midway through and I felt that they dragged the goodbye a tiny bit much but overall I really liked it. These two are very special but overall there were a lot of characters to root for and enough of them to hate, which I appreciate.

But also WHERE IS THE SPECIAL??? I need to watch it!

Favourite Moment

The one that was I was ready to hate and then didn't

Be My Favourite

Confession time. I didn't like Krist. Watching SOTUS was something I endured but didn't enjoy for the most part. I know I'm not alone in this. But also. I didn't like Fluke. In anything. He was the only thing I didn't like in Not Me, and I skipped most scenes of his couple during Dark Blue Kiss. No particular reason tho. I just didn't enjoy watching him. So the bar was set pretty low on this one for me.

And then what happened? I loved Kawi. Like immediately. And surprise surprise, I liked Fluke. Immediately. It's like I was on an alternate universe and I couldn't believe my eyes.

With that said, it was not even close to a perfect show. It started off really strong, I enjoy the way the relationship grew, I loved that the characters were being honest with each other and being mostly kind to one another. Some moments felt really grounded. And then it kinda fell apart for me. But this is a positive post so I'm not going there.

Favourite Moment: The whole montage.

The one with the redemption of Mame

Wedding Plan

I already explained what I went through with this show here prompted by this episode of @the-conversation-pod. You should all go listen to this and all the other episodes because both @bengiyo and @shortpplfedup are brilliant and funny in convenient audio format.

Anyway, in the end I loved this show so much and took me a minute to come to terms that it was actually that good. The characters are actually multidimensional and the woman have depth. Groundbreaking stuff.

Favourite Moment

The one with all the cuteness

My School President

Not gonna lie, not a huge fan of singing in my bl. But this was great. From the beginning the fact that it made constantly remember my beloved Love Sick was an unexpected and delightfull bonus. I was living for Tinn's expressions, Tiw just being delightfully loyal and the epitome of sharing one brain cell group of friends. Not to forget the parental relationships that were some of the best of the year. I even liked the singing.

Favourite Moment

The extra one

Our Skyy 2 - A Tale of a Thousand Stars

This happened. It was perfect. That's it.

I watched more than 40 thai shows that came out this year, I'm not counting the ones that are still on, and these were my favourites. Mostly because some of them were the ones that I had the least to complain about.

That's it for my recaps. I still wanna gif some stuff today and it's late so I can't review this post again so if there are mistakes, don't tell me. It'll haunt me.

Have a good night💜

#Rose Recaps 2023 #moonlight chicken #my school president #wedding plan the series #be my favorite #i feel you linger in the air #dangerous romance #multi bl #rose rambles

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minzart · 3 months

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[Vignette + rambling of the design bellow]

Will: Grim has been really interested in this museum, I thought he would whine more to be honest, but I guess not, the great seven are something he really is interested in....

Grim: HENCHMEN! Come take a look!

Will: hm? What is it?

Grim: are you seeing this guy, he was the thorn witch henchman! It says here he was the only capable being of her army, and he's just a raven!

Will: hm... he found someone she was looking for 16 years, her goons didn't take in consideration that said person ages as time goes on... so he got one more braincell than normal?

Grim: exactly! I heard from Tsunotarou he was extremely loyal too! He is a great role model to you

Will: me?!

Grim: if course! You are my henchman after all! You gotta step up and learn from good examples hehehe

Will: why does this feel like you are mocking me...

Grim: aw don't worry, you are already plenty smarter than one bird brain we know of :)

Will: .... the bar is that low to ya isn't it?

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Grim: what a weird corridor.... it isn't as fancy as the rest of the museum

Will: I think we shouldn't be here

Grim: nahhh you are just scared! We are benefactors! We gotta see all that the museum has to offer right?! Comon' it's a special year! It's 100 anniversary don't be a scared kitty

Will: says the talking cat

Grim: I AM NOT A CAT! - ohhhh who's that?

Will: the plate says "the dark mountain demon, a being once said to rule over the night and it's spirits, he slept by day and reighned caos by night"

Grim: he looks like he's the size of that mountain! Do you think I'm gonna grow that big?

Will: I hope not or else not even a truck of tuna cans will satiate your hunger

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Will: I think we should get back Grim, it doesn't look like we should be here

Grim: yeah... the lights are really week here... FUGNYA! WHO IS THAT!

Will: that's just a... ohhh... ok yeah the red eyes are kinda creepy, but it's just a painting... a... very old painting... and unkempt too....

Grim: no wonder they don't want to put it were everyone can see, he's ugly.... and scary- NOT THAT I'M SCARED OF COURSE!

Will: "the caudron king"-Deuce's rival got it- "once a powerful magician with a caudron that could rise the dead..." I can't read the rest the plate is too damaged

Grim: powerful magician? Do you think he was that strong? He's just bones

Will: Epel said the same thing of Vil's physical power and look were that got him

Grim: hey... will... doesn't the eyes of this paint look... that... they are following us....?

Will: .... WHAT A NICE PAITING OVER THERE IN A LIGHTER CORRIDOR I THINK IT'S THE QUEEN OF HEARTS LET'S GO OVER THERE

Grim: right behind you!

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Wil's pose was based on this scene of the official 100 year anniversary art were the characters are in a "disney" artstyle

Grim looks like he was tossed into the air and is looking at carter's camera like the heartslabyul crew, so one of Will's hand looks like it's tosing something up and the other a peace sigh

#will yuu #twisted wonderland #twst #twst birthday #twst platinum jacket #platinum jacket

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teddybeartoji · 3 months

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MICKEYYYYY i saw ur wips and ran here as fast as i could !!!!!! ik we have already Talked abt vamp!geto x journalist!gojo x vamp!reader bUT im still begging for any crumbs or snippets u have they r my reason for being … same w knight!reader x prince!gojo i would love to know more abt the next part!! AND AND AND NEIGHBOR!MAKI??? I AM LOOKING

ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI ARI IT'S SOOOO GOOD TO SEE U HERE<333

welcome back to my brainrot!!! the vamps - i'm pretty sure (very fucking sure) that i'm just gonna have to write multiple parts for that au!!!! not really part 1 and part 2 but just snippets from their life i think. ofc the first meeting between gojo and geto and reader but then i really wanna write about shoko and reader too, like how'd they meet etc. i can see like a rainy day with a shivering shoko heading to her favourite bar after a long work day. it's a pretty unpopular place; she has her own little spot in the window booth and the bartender already knows what she orders. a neon light hangs from above the bar but otherwise it's just some random low lamps that barely light up the place - it's perfect like that. the music isn't too loud either, it's mainly 80's music and stuff alike that. shoko thought it a bit lame at first but now, it's one of the reasons she keeps coming back. it's a perfect escape from the life she leads. on that rainy night, though.... the door swings open and a hooded figure struts to the bar, barely catching shoko's attention. she's busy watching the raindrops bash against the window, the cig slowly burning between her fingertips. the quiet clearing of a throat does pull her out of it - it's you. dark eyes and an even darker small smile, pointing to the seat opposite of her. "may i?" it's so sultry, catching shoko a bit off-guard. normally, she wouldn't let a stranger sit with her. why would she? but you? you're different. something about you is already making her hook onto you. digging around in your little bag, you pull out a cig of your own. but no lighter. you lean your elbows onto the table and toward the woman before you. "do you mind?" she knows what you mean; she's already clutching the tiny fire machine in her jacket pocket. the cig hangs from your mouth, a confident smirk pulling on the corners of your dark lips. her hand raises to it, she flicks the ligher and watches your lips fully curve around the thing. it takes light, the tip turns a bright orange for a second before dimming down; you inhale. deep. shoko's hand remains in its spot. and exhale. she gulps.

and reader and sugu, how their relationship began and overall how their life together is (talking about this with momo and i haven't stopped thinking about sugu owning a museum and all that). OKAY AS I WAS TYPING THIS U REBLOGGED IT so i know u've seen that too but yk i wanna elaborate on that more bc i loved that idea and since i'm talking about it already HE DOES PAINT. 1000000% THERE'S A MASSIVEEE MASSIVE ROOM FOR JUST HIM AND HIS ART. in the mansion and in the museum. the room has big windows and he looooves to paint just when the moon lights up the room.... it's perfect for painting u.

aaaaaand i mean geto and gojo duo is something that needs a deep fucking study too................. like ur slowdancing idea????? it lives in my head. i don't think it'll ever leave if i'm being honest. anyway i think gojo is almost as infatuated with geto as he is with u. c'mon???? he's fucking ethereal how could he not be??? i think he follows geto around at the house a lot. he wants to know what he does at all times, just wants to know more about him (he wants to hold his hand)(he wants to play with his hair). geto definitely finds it annoying at first i think i already said that but yeah. but fret not he does come off it after a while. what if gojo asks him to teach him how to paint????? so he watches gojo do it, but when he needs help he steps right behind him, chest touching gojo's back, hand grasping over his, guiding along the canvas. do u think gojo is paying any fucking attention at this point?????????? fuck no i'm sorry but that man is popping a boner. anyway. gojo accidentally teaches him some dirty jokes - geto swears he doesn't even listen to him but the stupid one-liners just keep coming out of his mouth (a sign that he's spending a lot of time with his little bf)(he's trying to ignore that fact).

as for our little prince and our little knight - the next part is imminent i promise!! i know i said that last weekend too but it's definitely dropping this weekend lmao. we learn a bit about shoko's (and the knight's) childhood and finally our favourite duo gets to bond over some childish laughter. but only just for a moment though....

ANYWAY neighbor!maki is very much inspired by a scene from the movie bound (1996). maki and the reader have seen each other a few times in the hallway of their apartment complex but they haven't spoken - until the reader goes to ask her for help. and then they both understand how attracted they are to each other. no smut not even suggestive they're just kind of flirting it's cute. i literally have so little of it but i still love the idea so muchhhh i need to finish it maki deserves it i love her

prince!gojo (autumn)

he has also learned that shoko had a friend, who was ready to do anything for her and for others for that's sake. with a deep sigh, she confessed that she regretted not taking in the other kid. shoko was more quiet, more well-behaved in a sense but the other kid - they kept getting into fights with the knights of the castle. "i kept scolding them over it. but no, they just kept going. later i learned that all of those beatings and slashings were for other kids." her head hanged low as she spoke. "they kept taking the blame for the younger kids, so that they wouldn't get hurt. stole food, so that they wouldn't starve. i didn't know."

the prince nodded along, surprised to hear about this noble kid. "where are they now?" he asked in a whisper, a little scared to hear the answer.

"they left. around the time they were twelve, i think. shoko was miserable. brought me and her flowers and bread; the most polite troubled kid i ever saw." she sighed."i was stupid."

neighbor!maki

"hi!

"hi." your neighbor takes a second to look at you.

"s-sorry, i don't mean to impose but could i ask for your help?"

"with what?" she asks with a raised brow.

"um, my sink fucking broke. a-and i saw you with a toolbox the other day and i t-thought maybe you could help me? if not, that's totally fine."

"do i make you nervous, maki?"

"no."

she goes to grab the bottle from your hand, fingers brushing over yours.

"thirsty, maybe?"

"curious, maybe."

#WHEWWWWWWWWWWWW THIS GOT LONG SO RANDOMLY #damn i really can't stop can i smhhhhh #THANK YOU FOR ASKING ABOUT THESE ARI!!!#ALWAYS SO GOOD TO DISCUSS THEM WITH YOU #I CAN'T WAIT TO HEAR YOUR THOUGHTS #OKAY WAIT I'M SORRY IF UR NOT A SMOKER THOUGH #it's the role okay vampires smoke shoko smokes sugu smokes it looks hot #sue me #i also noticed that i keep switching between “the reader” and “you” idk if that's annoying or not u let me know #ari <3 #friends!!#wip game #mickey can't stop thinking

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laulo821 · 2 months

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do you have thoughts on hersheys/american chocolate

to be frank i don't know what "american chocolate" reeeaaally means. like. do kitkats and mars and twix and stuff count? they're not chocolate per se, more like chocolate fingers. but if those are included, yea all that shablang is good but arguably more for the filling than for the chocolate itself (but since they're so common maybe they're france/europe-made and if so they definitely taste differently than real usamerican ones)

also i am not the best one to answer this kind of question cuz i have a very low sugar tolerance, i'm not a chocolate bar addict and i'm not a snacker in general at all. so yknow!! maybe biased answer!!

now to the taste test.

i have gone to three different superstores, a sweets-specialised store and a usamerican-specialised store and this is the only type of hershey's i could find so very limited choice here (arguably since it's not a plain chocolate i'd argue the test is null and void but let's carry on regardless)

(+ reese's cup cuz it's very usamerican, it's not very common and i never had one before. although it belongs to the chocolate finger kind of sweets)

the reese's cup is genuinely a horrible, awful snack. i'll be completely honest and had "mini reese's cups" before this test (i'm writing this live btw) and i was very close to just spit it all out because of how disgusting it was to me. and it happened again with the big ones lmao, albeit they were more balanced. by the second cup it's a bit enjoyable but it's really not . good. milk chocolate + peanut butter is Not It (never had peanut butter before so maybe it's solely because of the pb). plus it's sooooo sugary. i'm not gonna sleep tonight after this. i feel like i drank a cup of monster energy drink but there's no caffeine so it's not even worth it

now the hershey's – i took a square of black chocolate for cooking before hand to remember the taste of my usual chocolate (i don't like black chocolate but still. For Reference i had to). soooo. it's good. i like milk chocolate so it's very nice and the crunchy of the biscuit is cool, i like crunchy things. the milk chocolate feels very similar to the white chocolate i'm used to, albeit more sugary maybe. hard to tell with the biscuit. taste wise it's good. however the squares are very little (height-wise) compared to my usual chocolate bars so it's very unsatisfying hunger-wise, a feeling which i don't have AT ALL with my usual chocolate bars (4 squares and i'm usually "ok that's enough chocolate") so i understand better how you can just eat that stuff up until your cupboard is empty

so anyways. that's my review for that particular type of hershey's lmao. would eat again. i'd rather buy a snickers instead though. if i ever encounter regular hershey's i'll do an update i guess. but the reese's cups can fuck right off

#long rambling #ask #mmm choccy #thamks zap #also i honestly am a Kinder bitch auggHHHHH THEYRE SO GOOD #reese's and hershey's don't even come close to the sweet taste of chocobons (my fav chocolate snack) mmmmm #also i was raised near belgium and those bastards KNOW how to do good chocolate and so. yea . hershey's really lowtier compared to these im #or well. for that one kind of hershey's i had #fuming there's no more kinds aughhhggg #i won't buy it online btw dont ask #anyways thats all i guess hehe #i hope my Review™ was fine to read #(if i don't write an essay every time i write something down i explode btw)

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sadsoftserve · 6 months

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Fanfic time >:)

Low stamina and a Lightweight? Who'da thunk it?

Ramsey takes Percy out for drinks, to celebrate her recent victory in capturing a gang of Banzai blasters, but Percys a lightweight, and gets really hungover.

[Tw: Mentions of vomiting/throw up.]

Ramsey took a look at Percy and the beer in her hand. The beer was barely halfway gone, and Percy was giggling like a madman.

"You alright?" Ramsey asked with a hint of concern. Percy was acting weird, giggling. She never giggled, he'll it took a lot to get a smile out of the woman.

"Heh, yea-h." She responded with a drunken slur, followed by a hiccup. She took another sip out of the half drank beer bottle in her hand and giggled a little more. Ramsey continued to look at her with some concern, he knew he would have to watch over her to make sure nothing stupid happened that could cost Percy (and him) their jobs.

"Yoh know, why do they call em the Banzai blasters..? Isn't a Banzai a type'a tree..?" Percy asked within her drunken state, swaying a little in her seat as she spoke.

"Pretty sure it is," Ramsey took a sip out of his whiskey glass, he was gonna need it to deal with Percy all night like this. "Besides, I'm pretty sure they just wanted to sound cool, y'know?"

"It don't sound cool." Percy bluntly added. She made a small noise as she spoke, probably one out of discomfort. "Ramse-y, it's boring here... y'got anything to do?" She asked with a pouty lip. To be completely honest, it was freaking Ramsey out a bit, the way Percy was acting. The usual calm and collected police woman now complaining about her boredom... wow.

"Ay, Percy I can't help that. You're bored, I ain't got nothing to help." Ramsey threw his hands up in a defensive position as he spoke. "We could always lea-"

"No!" Ramsey didn't even get a chance to finish his sentence before Percy interrupted with her drunken antics. "Ion wanna, it's fun here!" Percy kicked her feet like a child as she talked. Ramsey sighed, it was gonna be a long night.

About three beers later Ramsey was carrying Percy out of the bar on his back, as she giggled at kicked her feet, making it difficult for him to carry her. She was one hell of a giggly drunk.

"Heh! I'm ridin' you!" Percy laughed and Ramsey cringed. "Don't- Don't put it like that." Ramsey responded as he cringed even harder, luckily his place wasn't far from here, maybe he could sober Percy up and let her crash on his couch? Maybe. The first thing he had to do was carry her about four blocks. He could do that. She wasn't very heavy for her stature plus he's carried people before.

Needless to say the walk was excruciating, Percy giggling like a madman, and his body was giving him 4 different types of scoliosis at this point. Now he was regretting the decision of taking Percy out to celebrate. Now he knew he wouldn't be doing that again. Not to mention she would be hungover as hell in the morning.

As soon as they got to his shitty, dingy apartment he plopped Percy down on his couch and went to grab her a glad of water, hopefully to sober her up.

"Drink." Was all he said. Percy took the glass of water as drank it, although she didn't really want to. She quickly ended up passing out on his couch after drinking the water.

Ramsey sighed. "Please whatever Lord their may be, give me the strength to deal with her handover in the morning." He said to himself before he went to go pass out on his own bed.

Ramsey wakes up about 6 hours later to the sound of hurling in his bathroom, sighing, he got up and he walks to the bathroom door, leaning against the frame as she stared at Percy vomiting. She looked a mess. Ramsey being the smug bastard he is just looked at her and went: "Told ya so." He didn't tell her shit, but even if he did she wouldn't of remembered.

"Cram it, Ramsey." Percy quickly responded before hurling again. Ramsey, being the good friend he was held her hair back as he held the Tylenol up with his other hand.

Percy quickly grabbed the Tylenol before muttering a quiet thank you and She continued to slump against the toilet.

Bonus:

#epithet erased #ee #epithet erased prison of plastic #percy epithet erased #art #ramsey murdoch #headcanon #minific #oneshot #fanfic #fluff #THEY ARE FRIENDS #NO MORE THAN THAT #i love their silly dynamic #Percy king #Ramsey murdoch epithet erased

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hyperfixationhopper · 2 years

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c,,,can you do revenant x male reader headcanons?

giggling.... VERY LOUDLY RN ILY anyways

did i get a little carried away? fuck yes

allllsoooooo i may or may not have left it at a cliffhanger bc I maaayyyy have an idea for a series. its probable that this piece will be disregarded if I do continue with a series, some of the things I've written conflict with how I'm thinking I want it to go and tbh I don't rlly wanna go back and revise it lol. so if I do make the series, disregard this pls lmao I'm gonna rewrite this but in a proper format and more serious anyways lol ty anon for sparking this idea :)

pls tell me if I made a mistake with Icelandic, I'm still learning and going off of memory rn lmao

anyways

-i feel like the the most probable way you two would meet is if you're a legend in the games

-and even then, you'd have to be pretty remarkable for Rev to notice you

-but being remarkable is for LOSERS

-The victory party held by Mirage for your, Mirage's, and Bloodhound's win was.. not your scene, to say the least.

-(In your opinion, you didn't even deserve to be at the party, Hound did most of the work, and you felt even Eliott did more than you did, as much as they would like to argue otherwise. All in all, it was a lucky win, at most.)

-The loud music, strobe lights and smoke were quite overwhelming. The only thing keeping you from leaving was the nice drinks, and quiet conversations with Bloodhound, who understood your discomfort, and wished to alleviate it the best they could. (i want bloodhound to be my best friend tbh)

-You let Hound know you were going to go top up your drink, stood up, and walked to the bar

-You were a little tipsy, since either this drink was incredibly strong, or your alcohol tolerance was incredibly low

-So of course, you were stumbling a little bit.

-As you walked to the bar, you were stopped in your tracks rather abruptly, as you had walked into an odd metal pole of some sort, wearing a red headscarf, and a questionable red loincloth, it had shoulder pads as well, including some other robotic things on its body, yellow eyes piercing through you, seemingly analyzing your features. It was difficult to discern what was paint and what was blood.

-wait what the fuck

-poles dont have shoulder pads, silly!

-as you examined the pole a little more you realized, said pole was in fact not a pole, and one of the simulacrum legends, Revenant, the homicidal assassin who seemed to enjoy killing a bit too much.

-wait holy shit

-The first thought racing through your head was probably something along the lines of;

-HOLY FUCKING SHIT IM FUCKING DEAD OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHI

-...

-something like that

-"Oh fuck- uhh I'm so sorry uh" The words making a sprint to escape your mouth, in case you had just received a death sentence, which, let's be honest, you probably did.

-He merely grumbled something incoherent, looked you up and down, pushed past you and continued walking, drink in hand.

-Had you done something wrong? Does he hate you? Anxiety filled your body, and self loathing thoughts began to flood your head. Was this irrational? Absolutely. He seems to hate everyone. Of course, you'd be no different. What could possibly make you different from the others to make you worth his time? Hell, what made you worth anyone's time?

-You did feel bad, you were going to make it up to him, you owed him that much, even if all you did was walk into him. But how would you do it? You heard he likes strong alcohol. Maybe that? You walked up to the bar and asked for the strongest alcohol they had.

-You heard boots behind you, "Bless, felagi fighter. I witnessed what happened, are you alright?" Bloodhound sounded a little worried, they placed a hand on your shoulder, checking you for any sign of.. well anything. Sure, they knew you could hold your own, they were your best friend after all. But this is Revenant we're talking about here, even the great hunter is an equal, at most to the simulacrum. Suddenly you felt eyes on you.

-"Oh, yeah, I'm alright." You grabbed the drink as the bartender placed the dark liquid in front of you. Bloodhound eyed you suspiciously.

-"You do not drink liquor of that intensity." They sighed, realizing your intent. "You... cannot possibly be thinking of trying to apologize to the beast, no?" They were obviously were hoping they were wrong, and you were just being adventurous, even if that adventure will have your head pounding and you laying in bed all of the next day.

-Alas, the tracker was correct. They were smart, you'll give them that.

-"... No...?" They sighed once more at your fruitless attempt at a lie. "I.. cannot stop you, no. But be careful, friend. I will be watching from afar in case something happens, Artur as well." You chuckled a bit at their concern. "I think I'll be alright, but thank you." They paused a moment, before they retracted their hand from your shoulder. "May the God's bless you, I will see you soon." They walked away after that.

-They cared so much it hurt you. You couldn't possibly be worth their time, could you?

-You shook it off, and turned around and began walking to where Revenant was seated. He was far from the crowd, seems he's not a party type of guy. Neither are you, so at least you have something decent in common. You greeted Mirage as you walked by, he was incredibly social tonight, more so than usual.

-"Heeeyy champion! How've you been!" He was too friendly for you, definitely. You'll still humor him though. "Hey! I'm alright, you know me, not a party guy." You fake laughed to relieve tension, luckily he's none the wiser to your façade. "Good, good. Hey man, I thought you didn't drink alcohol that strong, or you just trying something new?" Thank fuck he gave you an easy out. "Haha, yeah. Figured being a lightweight was boring." He laughed and shot finger guns at you before leaving and continuing to dance with the others.

-You didn't even have to look to know Bloodhound was amused and probably laughing at your awkwardness. They didn't even have to hear you to know you were nervous as shit. You looked at them, low and behold, their body was definitely enough proof to know they were laughing. You rolled your eyes, and pushed on.

-Revenants arms were crossed, and his left leg was crossed over his right, his now empty drink on the side table beside him. His eyes followed you, they were less threatening than they were before, but he still emit enough of a fearful aura for you to be a little worried for yourself.

-"I uh, I got you another drink, as an apology, I didn't mean to walk into you like that, I'm sorry." He grunted a bit, he seemed amused that you'd go so far just to apologize. Nonetheless, he took it from you when you held it out to him. "Heh, thanks skinsuit." He finished it in a single swig. He was being oddly nice, maybe he was wasted as hell?

-"Huh, you've got taste. This isn't that bad." he admired the glass before setting it down next to his previous drink. "Oh, I just picked something that looked strong, um, lucky guess, I suppose?" He hummed in approval, not breaking eye contact for even a second. You, on the other hand, your eyes were darting around everywhere, unsure of where to look. He seemed amused.

-"I uh, guess I'll be goi-" Suddenly he was stern. "Sit, skinbag." You quickly made your way to the only chair in close proximity, which just happened to be the one just left of him.

-This is gonna be a long night.

-Not much conversation was made, unsurprisingly enough.

-Though he'd say something every now and then mocking one of the other legends, like how Wraith is being emo at the bar alone, or how Pathfinder was just kind of standing there, giving a thumbs up. You did genuinely laugh and agree each time. You both just watched the crowd in a comfortable silence.

-He was suspiciously not threatening to kill you, he was even being nice, in his own way. This is fucking weird.

-Bloodhound did keep their word, and looked over often. Them and Revenant seemed to glare at each other often, was there some sort of rivalry going on here? You weren't to familiar with all the legends' relationships with each other, other than the obvious ones, Revenant and Loba hating each other, and you get that, she's had a bit of a manipulative streak, and has stolen multiple of your possessions. As well as Loba and Valkrie flirting all the time, You've talked to Kairi a few times, she's confident and kind, she's cool.

-He let out a low, almost animalistic growl. "The hunter, what's their problem." It came out more like a demand than a question. "O-Oh, uh, they're a close friend-" He cut you off, the sternness returning from before. "That's not what I asked, skinsuit." He looked down at you, he glared. You couldn't read him at all. "They uh, want to make sure I'm safe." You looked away, embarrassed you blew their cover. His demeanor changed nearly instantly. He laughed, "Make sure you're safe?! Hah! Even if I wanted to hurt you, they can't do shit." He threw his head back and chuckled. Good lord he was getting a kick out of this- Wait, he didn't want to hurt you? Your face flushed a little at the thought, the guy who seemed to want to skewer anything that moved didn't want to put a knife through your skull? Unlikely, but possible. He was probably just hammered out of his mind. "You're blushing. Ooh~ did I strike a nerve?" His voice was so low, nearly seductive- Is he flirting??? God it sounds like it. Why is he so friendly with you?? Suddenly you feel the slightest bit of confidence. "You, the homicidal robot, are quite talkative, have I perhaps struck your interest?" God the fucking balls on you, dude, you regret it almost immediately, but hold your ground. Bloodhound is watching all of it, they seem intrigued. You noticed Wraith glance over, mildly interested. Perhaps the voices told her something?

-Revenant hummed almost seductively, pulling your attention back to him. "Mmm.. Where's your sense of self-preservation? Or perhaps you've forgotten who I am?" He's leaning over you now, He lifts his hand up, his index finger transforming into a sharp blade. He raises his had to your cheek, dragging his index finger down it, almost in a possessive way, his eyes staring deep into yours. you were almost cowering beneath him, you were slightly afraid, but you held your ground.

-"I would not do that if I were you, anðskoti." Bloodhound had silently made their way behind him, their axe and knife drawn positioned so one swift movement and the simulacrum's head would be severed. Renee had followed them, kunai drawn in a defensive manner as she stood behind them, as backup. She was another close friend of yours, albeit not as close as Bloodhound, she cared for your wellbeing too. Luckily, this place was secluded enough so attention was not drawn to any of you. Surprisingly, Revenant merely chuckled. He stared at you for a moment, "I'll see you later, skinsuit." before walking away.

-What the hell is happening??

#revenant x male reader #revenant apex #revenant x reader #cocky motherfucker!!#flirty bitch!!#anyways #god this is so bad I'm sorry </3

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inky-quilled-dragon · 2 years

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When Wikipedia Inadvertently Leads You to Massive TUA Realizations

Alrighty-dighty i've decided i'm gonna post this here because now i actually have somewhere other than my AO3 that works!

im just gonna copy this down.

Let's give some context first. Season 1--episode 4. Man on the moon.

I'm sure you all remember that one, it was pretty painful--but also had so much beautiful, beautiful Klaus development that seriously made my heart sing.

And it all started with Ben and, most importantly in this theory, Zoya Popova. She was the first ghost Klaus had talked to besides my darling Ben in who knows how long, and the first ghost in the long line of Hazel and Cha-Cha's victims that he would end up talking to in hopes of escape.

Zoya Popova. She was Russian, older, wearing a headscarf known as a babushka, and she'd been killed by the commission thanks to their BS rasion d'être.

We all liked her. She was a very likeable character, despite not having a whole lot of screen time. This was thanks in no small part to her tragic backstory and distinction as the non-Ben ghost who arguably kickstarted Klaus' journey towards accepting his powers.

But we never did find out why she died. We never did figure out what she did that caused the commission to deem her a threat to the timeline. We never even learned when she'd lived.

Season 2

I'm sure you all remember Diego's obsession with his asshole father's connection to the Kennedy murder.

And i'm sure you all may have noticed that plot line was never quite resolved.

(to be honest though, that was hardly top of mind after the crap-loads of crazy we were gleefully showered with. Heck, we learned Reggie was an alien and we all basically did that John Mulaney quote and just breezed right on bye with barely a second glance)

But yes, the last we see of Reggie in the sixties is him peeling off his face and going to murder a bunch of shadow government figures. Fun times.

And the last we hear about his role in the assassination is his little monologue before he kills them--and the reveal of his driver's identity as the Umbrella Man.

so, yeah. it's very much implied, but not confirmed, that Reggie had some role.

The entire series.

The Commission wants to cause the apocalypse for some twisted-ass reason.

Viktor causes the apocalypse both times we've seen it so far.

and it's all thanks to Reggie's asshole-er-y and beyond S****Y parenting.

Now why don't you take a look at this? (I'll summarize below in case you don't feel like it)

Babushka Lady

basically, to summarize, the so called "babushka lady" is a figure present in many eyewitness accounts and films (including the Zapruder footage) of the assasination, and she had her camera raised the exact moment Kennedy was shot. In other words, she very well could have taken a photo that proved the existence of a conspiracy. after the assasination, she joined the crowd that left via the Grassy Knoll

Her identity is unknown, and the only thing known about her appearance is that she was wearing a babushka, hence her alias.

She never came forward.

And yes, I'm claiming that Zoya Popova was Babushka Lady.

Ok, hear me out. If Reggie was indeed involved in the assassination (which he almost definitely was) and Zoya Popova was indeed babushka lady, and she had indeed taken a photo that would have proved his involvement, what would have happened?

Well, assuming she'd turned it over to the police, I'm assuming that would be more than enough to put reggie behind bars for years. Not even political connections can do that much for you when the evidence is that solid and the crime so severe and high profile.

So let's say Reggie is convicted, scentenced to what will likely be no small amount of jail time.

And what does that make him unable to do?

Yes. It makes him unable to adopt our darling Hargreeves children.

It makes him unable to traumatize Viktor

And under those circumstances--Viktor, untraumatized, with a likely loving family that was not pitted against each other by a complete dickhead--there is a very low chance he'd ever break.

There's a very low chance he'd ever cause the apocolypse.

So what's the commission to do? If Zoya releases those photos, the domino effect essentially completely negates any chance the 2019 apocalypse will come to pass.

So they dispatch Hazel and Cha-Cha, and they kill Zoya, destroy the camera, make sure those photos never see the light of day.

Boom, Reggie's secret is safe and the apocalypse is back on track.

And that, dear reader, is how i think Zoya died.

***

Ok, did that make sense??? Like, i think there's a real chance this could be true. If so, then seriously PROPS to the umbrella academy team for this because the level of detail is simply astounding here. Like seriously I'm so impressed.

And if you doubt that they'd put so much detail into the show for a character who only appeared for a moment?

Well.

Eyewitness accounts also mention seeing what looked like "smoke or flashes of light" from the Grassy Knoll, right before the shooting.

And in TUA, what happened at the Grassy Knoll right before the shooting?

Oh, nothing much. Just two versions of Five duking it out with no small amount of teleporting involved.

Five's teleporting lets off light.

TUA literally explained the tiniest detail from the assassination, and it nearly flew right under my nose.

So i think there's a very real chance they did it again.

#the umbrella academy 3 #the umbrella academy #tua netflix #original post #original content #tua spoilers #well kinda #theory

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First off, HELLO SOMEONE ELSE WHO LOVES THE DO.UB/E L/FE SMP and second off, I would like to raise you: soulbounds share pain so the other person feels their tummy fill up even more slowly until they're both bloated and achey

I am so sorry, I hadn't seen this ask until today (or a few days ago by the time I post this)

Alright hold on I'm gonna try to freestyle a fic out of this, for you anon

WARNING THIS IS A STUFFING KINK FIC

(Context for anyone who doesn't follow the series but is curious to read anyways- every character has a soulbound, with whom they share their health bar. Sometimes they hurt themselves on purpose to hurt their soulbound. And everyone has 3 lives before they're gone for good. Most M1necr4ft mechanics apply.)

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Pear1 snickered to herself. Or maybe it was just a massive shiver coursing through her body. This time she'd stood in the snow for so long she felt herself start to lose consciousness before she stumbled back onto the warm grass.

"I bet Sc0tt looks like a blue icy pole right now," she giggled. The thought that her estranged soulbound was desperately trying to heat up after her icy stunt brought a smile to her face.

Pear1 chose to ignore the fact that she didn't feel herself grow any warmer. That maybe Sc0tt was ignoring her, despite how low both their health was hanging. She wandered on through the woods, one stiff step in front of the other, with chattering teeth and numb fingers.

She looked up from the ground when she heard someone ahead calling her name.

"Pear1! How are you? Didn't expect to see you here this morning!" Impu1se called from his garden. Looks like she'd accidentally found her way to his and Bdu6s' mid-century modern house.

She walked towards him. "D-doing alright you know, I've been t-tormenting Sc0tt."

"Oh! Right, with the powdered snow," he gestured to her shivering. He flashed an amused smile, but P3arl couldn't help noticing the worry in his eyes.

She cackled to ease the tension. The worry deepened.

Impu1se cut off her laughter. "Pear1, why don't you come inside? Bdu6s has been hard at work with the decoration, I'm sure you're gonna love it."

She had no reason to decline.

Stone tiles formed a path to the front door, which was surrounded by a variety of vines and bushes. She entered to an open concept house, with sections divided by the floor's slight differences in elevation. For a moment, the pure white walls reminded her of how terribly cold her body still felt. Then her attention was once again grabbed by the multiple paintings on the walls, the (currently unused) cobblestone fireplace, the colorful plants growing on a shelf, the Impu1se offering her some...

"SOUP!" she shouted excitedly. That genuinely made him laugh.

"Yeah, soup! For you! It's my own recipe, I hope you'll like it."

"Woahhh, thank you so much Impu1se!" She sat down at his dining table.

The soup had a savory scent, with the distinct slight earthiness of mushrooms. Pear1 could also detect a hint of spice she couldn't place.

The first bite travelled to her stomach like a healing wave of warmth, which then spread to the rest of her body. The piercing cold was finally receding. She ditched the spoon, drinking in big gulps directly from the bowl. With each passing second she could feel her health regenerating.

Once the last drop ran down her throat, Pear1 lifted her head from the bowl and giggled. The soup had melted away her stress and left her almost in a state of bliss.

"So how is it?" asked Impu1se, walking back towards her. "Woah you ate the entire bowl already!"

She nodded, still laughing. With the cold gone she realized she might be a bit sleep deprived, which explained her current silliness.

"Impu1se I'm so happy! Your recipe's the best," she squeaked.

"Aw, thanks Pear1! I added some Oxeye daisies," he explained, "They help when you're a feeling rough."

He took the empty bowl from her. "Did you want more? You must've been very hungry to eat it all so fast."

She nodded. To be honest, she wasn't really hungry anymore, but she was feeling a chill coming back and could do with the healing properties of the soup.

"Here you go," said Impu1se as he refilled her bowl. "In fact, take as much as you need. I'll be outside helping Bdu6s set up the new pool."

She took back the filled bowl, then stuttered a "thank you" as he headed out.

She decided to make use of the spoon this time, taking her time to really taste the soup. The flavors danced on her tongue and she felt herself warm up once again.

"Mmmmmm, soup," she moaned as she slid lower into her seat. She scooped some more into her mouth.

Finishing her second bowl left Pear1 pleasantly stuffed. She sighed, satisfied, and got up to leave, when the thought of Sc0tt crossed her mind. If she left now, she'd have to wander alone again. No one other than Impu1se seemed to want her around. But right now he was busy with building, so she'd probably just be in the way. She thought of R3n, who'd pointed at her with fear and accusation in his voice.

She laughed nervously, feeling the cold creeping back in her chest. Turning around, she eyed the cauldron of soup. That delicious soup. Surely another bowl wouldn't hurt.

Once more, she worked her way through the tasty meal. Halfway through, she had to slow down, occasionally pausing to take a deeper breath.

The spoon was finally dropped in an empty bowl, and Pear1 leaned back in her chair with a sigh. She went to rest her hands on her tummy, only to be surprised as they met her shirt earlier than expected.

"I guess I did eat quite a lot, huh," she remarked as she patted her rounded belly. She felt a mild ache settle over the streched organ, and opted to give it small rubs instead.

Right now, all she wanted was to be home, taking a digestive nap. Her tower wasn't too far, she calculated, she could definitely make it if she walked slowly and carefully. Then she could lay down in her bed, with her dog Tilly...

The memory of Tilly falling to her death as Pear1 was building her tower flashed in her mind. Now the dog only had two lives left, while she was still enjoying her green life.

The ache in her chest flared up, much stronger than the one in her belly. She debated grabbing the cauldron's remaining soup. She was already so full. Her mind told her that she should stop before she made herself sick. But the soup was so good! And it made her happy. And didn't Impu1se say it would help if she was feeling rough?

She pushed down on the table and chair to get up from her seat, weighed down by her massive meal. She scooped soup into her bowl until she was staring at the empty bottom of the cauldron. She made her way back to the dining table. She looked at the spoon for a moment, before setting it aside and grabbing the bowl in both her hands.

As soon as the soup hit her tongue, Pear1 felt compelled to drink faster. Maybe if she drank fast enough, the soup could wash away her thoughts, leaving only that divine taste. She could almost ignore the way her overfull stomach restricted her lungs to shallow breaths.

Until a cramp hit her like a fist. She yelped, pulling the bowl away from her lips.

Frowning, she brought her arms protectively around her bloated middle. She tried to take a deeper breath, in vain. Then a hiccup shot through her body, hammering another nail of pain in her tummy.

"Aoww..." she whimpered pitifully.

She stayed in her chair for several minutes, hunched over with a stomachache that would flare up with a hiccup every few seconds.

Before long, the two soulbounds came back from their work on the pool.

"Hey Pear1, are you still around?" Impu1se called.

"I heard Impu1se invited you in," Bdu6s piped up behind him, "you better not have stolen anything because I will notice!" This earned him an eye roll from the bigger guy.

Embarrassed, she tried to get up and act like nothing happened. But the sudden movement worsened her cramp, forcing her to bite back a cry as she sat back down.

Impu1se noticed her first. "Oh, there you are! Hey... is everything alright?"

He walked up and crouched next to her. "Can you tell me what happened?"

She opened her mouth to say something when a hiccup ecsaped, making her wince once more.

Bdu6s, who's eyes noticed the empty cauldron, clarified the situation: "Whuh?? Did she eat all of our soup?"

Pear1 winced again, this time out of shame, but Impu1se was quick to reassure her. "No no no no, don't worry about that. Do you want me to help you get to the couch? You'll be more comfortable and we'll be able to help you better."

Another hiccup shook her, then she nodded. He helped stabilize her as they walked to the couch, keeping an arm around her as they sat down.

He placed a palm on her belly, feeling the turmoil inside.

"Wow, you really did a number on yourself," he soothed. She hiccuped, and he started rubbing in a slow, circular motion across her entire midsection.

Bdu6s chimed in. "Would you like a health potion? I can force Gri4n to give me his gunpowder, so it'll be splash and you won't have to drink it."

"No, it's alright," she spoke. "My health hasn't gone down much it just... hurts."

Bdu6s nodded, then decided to sit down next to Pear1, opposite from his soulbound.

Impu1se's rubs managed to get a few relieving burps out of Pear1. At first she'd apologize, face red as a tomato. But then Bdubs would try to "outshine" her with one of his own, and by the end she just laughed at the whole thing. Her hiccups also seemed to have stopped altogether.

Impu1se moved his hands to the sides of her tummy. He pressed in softly with his fingertips, massaging towards the center. She seemed about to nod off when he spoke:

"Pear1... I know you want to get back at Sc0tt for leaving you, but hurting yourself isn't the victory you think it is."

She blinked. "That wasn't... I wasn't trying to hurt Sc0tt." She paused, trying to think of the best way to explain. "Your soup was just that irresistible, that's all!" she added with a cheeky smile.

Impu1se was unconvinced, but let it slide. He returned to slow circular motions with his hand, until Pear1 had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

They lowered the woman onto her side, then laid her head on a pillow and tucked her in with blankets, both retrieved from Bdu6s' bed.

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C1eo nearly jumped out of her skin as Sc0tt barged into her house.

"C1eoooo, she's crazy!"

"Hello Sc0tt! Well of course you can come in, thanks for asking. Oh I'm doing great, how are you?" she said as he plomped down on a nearby stool. He placed a hand on the crest of his stomach and pinched his nose with the other.

"Save me the sarcasm please. Do you want to hear what Pear1's been doing to me?"

"Hey, you scared me, so that's on you. But of course I want to hear. Bread?" she offered.

Sc0tt made a face. "No thanks."

C1eo shrugged, taking a bite out of her loaf.

"She woke me up, I kid you not, at like 5 AM. It felt like I fell asleep in a freezer." Anger rose to his face as he recalled his brutal awakening, "The sun wasn't even up, C1eo!"

She chuckled at his exasperation. "Sorry, sorry, I'm not laughing at you." She paused. "We'll find a way to get back at her."

"Thank you," Sc0tt replied absentmindedly. He paused for a moment, stretching backwards in his chair, and C1eo suddenly noticed how taut his middle looked. She raised an eyebrow at this, but he interrupted her silent question with the rest of his story.

"Anyways, I decided not to give her the satisfaction of healing us up. If Pear1 wants to almost freeze us to death sitting in powdered snow, she has to deal with the consequences of her actions." He sighed, "When she finally caved and ate something, I thought my plan had worked, and that that would be the end of it. *Errrp* excuse me!"

At his involuntary burp, Sc0tt dramatically rolled his eyes and threw his hands in the air. C1eo held back another fit of laughter as she pieced together what was happening.

Defeated, he breathed out, "C1eo she's been stuffing her face nonstop! I can't win!"

She composed herself, sympathizing with her friend.

"How bad is it?"

"Manageable. But it's getting worse." He kneaded his swollen belly with one hand.

She got up. "I'll make you some tea. The kind that's good for stomachaches," she decided.

"You're the best!" he called back to her.

"I know!"

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When C1eo came back with the mug, Sc0tt was lying on the floor, knees raised, hands holding his tummy. Unfortunately, her house was still pretty empty of "lying down" furniture.

"You alright?"

"Mmnnngh."

"You're not gonna die from a tummy ache."

Death stare.

"Well I've got your tea," she sat down next to him, setting the mug by his head. Once again she got nothing but a moan back.

She eyed him over for a moment. His face was pulled into a frown, and she could hear painful sounding gurgles coming from his stomach.

"That cannot be comfortable," she said. "Come sit back against me instead. You focus on drinking your tea, I'll focus on rubbing your tummy. How's that sound?"

He cracked his eyes open and nodded, then pushed himself up with a groan. Once he laid back as comfortably as possible against her frame, she started her ministrations.

"So where does it hurt more?"

"Ehmm, just below my ribs," he gulped. "It's just so tight."

"Mhm," she nodded. He took a sip of tea.

They sat in silence for a while, on the floor of C1eo's house, soothing Sc0tt's abused tummy with calloused hands and herbal tea.

He broke the silence first: "Has M4rtyn been bothering you since he shoved you into the ravine?"

"Ohhh, no," she chuckled, "he's been feeling very guilty about that."

"Good. *Errrrrp* Scuse me. Ooh that feels much better," he exhaled, closing his eyes.

She smoothed a palm over his swollen belly, feeling its curve. Sc0tt let out a happy whine, then she returned to feeling for tender spots.

He cracked his eyes open. "But how have you been feeling since then?" he asked, concerned. "He can apologize all he wants, you're still down a life."

"Well, I was angry at first, of course. Now, I can only hope that it was a jarring enough experience for him to stop acting so reckless," she sighed. "So far so good."

She added jokingly: "Turns out, when M4rtyn actually tries to survive, he can be decent at it."

He chuckled at that.

"I think you were right, Sc0tt."

"About what?"

"Your soulbound. She's CRAAAZY!" she roared.

He burst out laughing. After a moment he clutched her hand over his tummy.

"Don't make me laugh so hard!" he pleaded with a smile on his face. "It hurts!"

"As I said, you're not gonna die from a tummy ache." C1eo raised an eyebrow defiantly, then softened:

"Not while I'm here anyways."

#anon i hope you're still around #stuffing #i contribute #stomach ache #belly rubs #hiccups

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aayo-whatt · 1 year

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~𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷~

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕨𝕠

warnings: the word 'dick' is said once(is that a warning-?) wc: 632 a/n: sam's a man-boy, shitty ending on this one 😭 also, kyra i'm assuming you wanted to be on the taglist (@gay-destiel)? and maybe reverie? (@reverie-starlight)

Castiel had to leave. Not only because he needed to get a certain other part of the ritual, but because Bobby was starting to annoy him.

Bobby and Dean were like family - are family. So why did Bobby seem so.. reluctant to help him? So unwilling to help Dean?

He has a lead. A lead to where one of his brothers is.

Somewhere pretty far away... well let's just say things are happening.

That's something that need to be checked out. And even if it's not one of Castiel's brothers - which it almost definitely is not - it still needs to be dealt with.

So that's why he's here. In New York City. That is currently in an underwater bubble.

Castiel can sense his brother is near. Very near. It's weird how close he is. But before he can move forwards, something stops him.

"Hello Castiel."

Castiel's big brother.

'Big' being an overstatement, considering that Castiel is taller than him. But you get what I mean.

Castiel's older brother stood across from him, taking bites out of one of the many American 'delicacies' - a candy bar.

"Why is New York underwater?"

"Not even gonna ask how your brother is? I thought we were closer than that, little C," he smirks. Castiel doesn't respond. His brother pauses for a second then rolls his eyes, "Fine, fine. There were a few guys being dicks, so I put 'em somewhere you know they'll be scared."

"Underwater?"

"They can't swim."

Castiel sighs, he's starting to regret this but he needs the help. "We're going somewhere."

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Too bad, Gabriel."

Gabriel jolts back before Castiel can touch him, "Ok. What the hell."

"You aren't likely to agree with me if I ask. So, I don't plan on asking."

"Huh. And if I were to... say I don't know, leave?"

"You can't."

Gabriel scoffs, "And why's that?"

"I need your help."

The older angel doesn't say a word. He can tell his brother is different, but he's not sure how. It seems like he has a new passion - his first passion, if we're being honest. He smirks, "Well of course ya need my help! Everyone needs a little Gabe in their lives," He waggles his eyebrows, "And, what kind of a brother would I be if I didn't help out my little one?"

Castiel is definitely going to regret this later on.

Gabriel and Castiel appear in the middle of Bobby's study, scaring the people inside it half to death.

Wait.. people? As in, the plural?

"Bobby, who the hell is this?" the tall dark-haired man-boy goes to pull a knife from his belt.

"Relax. The taller one's the angel I told yer about. The other one I'm not so sure," Bobby sighs and turns to Castiel, "Ya idiot, next time give me a bit of a warning before yer go popping in and out of here."

"Sorry."

The afore-mentioned man-boy is staring holes into Castiel, "You're the one trying to- to-"

"Yes, I am."Castiel replies. Gabriel takes a chunk out of the candy bar he's still digging into and steps in front of Castiel, so he's eye-to-eye with the man in front of him - well as close to eye-to-eye as he can get with him.

"Who the hell are you?" the tall brunette's gaze flicks from Gabe to Castiel, and back again.

"Ahh, you must be Sam," Gabriel lets out a low chuckle, "Ya big brothers' gone downstairs, hasn't he?"

Castiel grabs Gabes' shoulder, "Don't talk about him like that."

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seamus-ly · 1 year

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Starting 2023 Not With a Bang, but With a Post

Happy holidays and happy new year, first of all. I'm one of those people who tends to struggle throughout the holidays, and so it was a bit rough for me, but I sincerely hope that it was better for a good majority of the rest of you.

I ended my 2022 by falling asleep 15 minutes before midnight and waking up at 1:30 AM. The first thing I did waking up was opening Twitter and writing out a few 2023 goals I had in mind but couldn't find the energy to commit to paper before the year turned over.

In an effort to use this account more often to document my progress through my career, because I want to hold myself somewhat accountable by putting it all down somewhere, and because I find it therapeutic to talk about these things, I'm gonna throw down a few things I'm hoping to achieve this year.

Career-related goals in game dev, and some of my achievements from 2022

Health-related goals for this year so I don't go insane

Other goals like art and setting up a tip jar

Career-related Goals

I'm a game dev, and you probably already knew that going in.

In 2022, I had a hand in two games that had their official releases (and are still on sale heehoo), and I'm currently working on two other indie games! This was a big deal for me. Not only in that I had mostly positive experiences and it was a huge turning point in my career in games, but because I had some negative ones too.

The negative doesn't come close to outdoing the positive, but it did help me reprioritize some things in my life and reflect on events from the past few years. Though I'm a bit heartbroken by some things I'll likely never get back, I'm ready to keep moving forward.

With that out of the way, I'm hoping to make at least 1 new game this year--not counting projects I'm already working on. I made Wish You Were Here! and finished the very first prototype for TECHNOLYMPUS in 2022. So, my big hope is to polish it up and finally get an idea for what TECHNOLYMPUS will really be about through that.

(They were both featured by the Hand Eye Society last year as well!)

I'm also hoping to participate in at least 1 game jam too. Setting the bar low so I can realistically cross it.

Health-related Goals

These ones matter the most to me, if I'm being honest.

Late 2022, I had a bit of a revelation thanks to my well-meaning and lovely friends. They are my best friends of all time, but I will still (jokingly) blame them for my horror in realizing just how much ADHD was affecting my everyday.

I'm undiagnosed, but my family has a history of ADHD and it never occured to me that it extended to me as well for a bunch of silly reasons. In retrospect, and after properly researching it myself, I guess it was always obvious and I just didn't know enough about it to understand what was going on.

But executive dysfunction obliterated me last year, and it's about time I stopped pretending it's because I'm not working hard enough.

So, my big goal is to get medicated. Secondary goal is to lose at least some of the weight I've gained from falling into some really bad mental health pits over the last 6-7 months or so.

Tangentially related to my health, I work multiple jobs right now and I also desperately require me-time. I tried to make a schedule of when I'd be doing what, but I couldn't stick to it on account of my deteriorating mental health and the whole executive dysfunction thing. Which, predictably, just made things worse.

I'm going to try really hard to stick to a schedule for at least a few weeks in January. Maybe I'll ask if some of my friends can keep my accountable and yell at me if I'm working in what are supposed to be my off-hours.

Other Goals

Here's some other stuff I want to try to do, and are a bit more lax with one exception.

I want to set up my Ko-fi for like actual tips and stuff. I don't have a ton of stuff to offer as rewards, and I don't think I'll have the bandwidth for regular updates (maybe monthly?), but I'd like to be able to offer something for people if they're going to support me. I'm currently thinking of little game dev or Unity tips, or art.

And speaking of art, I'm going to draw more! I haven't cared about developing my art style for literal years. I don't do it for my job, it's just a hobby. But I want to keep trying to get better regardless in light of how I've begun doing it in my downtime again. Going to work on developing my style drawing humanoids again, and working out something that works for me instead of trying to force a style I'm not too pleased with.

Lastly, I want to start drawing a ton of Pokemon. Damn, I love Pokemon. I'm going to draw all of them someday hopefully, even if the next gen comes out before I come even close to finishing all there is now. There's no timeline for this, I just want to start working through the National Dex sometime this year.

That's All, Folks

If you made it to the end of this, thanks! I don't write these lengthy posts for a need of keeping people updated (because I don't have that big of a following frankly), I write them because I like keeping a record of my progress.

But I truly appreciate anyone who stay up-to-date with what I'm doing, and I hope that whatever scraps of content I put out there appeals to you in some way.

2022 was both parts great and awful, and I feel like that's normal for the weird few years we've all had. I wasn't doing so hot at the end of the year, and it's likely I'll probably start feeling the dip in mood again soon. In spite of that, I'm looking forward to whatever steps I manage to take this year. And I hope that you manage to do what you set out to do as well.

#personal #long post #seamus speaks #i also only slept 3 hours today lmao oops

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 2 years

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So, here I'm, to be honest I'm still laughing about the all drunk thing with Papi.

Let's do It, can you please write headcanons about "Look How I punch my fucking bf on the face after he falls asleep in the middle of a sex session" with Damian!

Thank you 🤣❤️

😂 This will be epic 🤣 You’re welcome, baby 😘❤️

@ziasaph , @alyhull , @theworldofotps , @new-zealand-chic , @wrestlersownmyheart , @cuzimacomedian , @whenimakeitshine1234 , @thealliasylum , @crowleysqueenofhell , @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch , @ava-valerie

And of course I couldn’t find this on the search bar 😒 So all gif credit goes to the amazing @this-is-my-bisexuality

You opened the front door of your house

To find your drunk Puerto Rican man leaning against the door frame to keep his balance

“¿Qué pasa, mami?” He smirked seductively once you opened the door

Shaking your head, you laughed “You’re hammered, Priest”

And helped him get inside your house

He stumbled on his feet as you helped him go upstairs

Which took you at least 15 minutes

You dragged Damian towards your bathroom to give him a shower

And battled to stay on your feet as he leaned all of his weights on your shoulders

While he kissed your neck

“Let’s go to bed, mami” He hiccuped “I wanna fuck”

“Oh my god, I forgot how raw honest you are when you’re drunk” You laughed when his tongue licked your pulse point

“I can see you want it too, don’t lie to me” He looked down at you with drunk, semi-closed eyes

Which judging by the look on his face, he thought it was a seductive stare

“What I want is for you to take a shower because you stink!” You giggled

“Gonna join me?” He tried to wiggle his eyebrows

“I don’t think that would be very safe” You smiled and shoved his naked self underneath the shower head

You helped him shower and when you handed him the soap so he could wash his private parts

He smirked, gripped your hand and closed it around his soft member

“Please, help me?” He pouted

But you could see the gleam of mischief upon his drunk chocolate eyes

You smirked and helped him

Gliding your soap covered hand up and down his length

Damian licked his lips and leaned down to kiss you

You helped him dry off his body and pushed him on top of the bed

He fell on his back with a giggle “Oh, I love this dominant version of you. It’s so hot”

Damian’s moan was low on his chest as your lips touched the base of his neck

You felt his grip on your hips suddenly become loose

And soon after, the sound of his loud snores echoed through the bedroom

“What? No no no no, c’mon! You have got to be kidding me!” You whined and looked down at the sleeping man beneath you

You rolled over to your side of the bed and stared at the big man by your side

Of course his drunk ass had to work you up and then leave you hanging right after you got in the mood for it

The horny side of you wanted to punch him until he woke up

But the in love side of you just caressed his face and admired his handsome features

His snoring stopped for a few seconds, and Damian’s hand reached up

He grabbed your hand, pulled it closer to his chest, where you could feel his heartbeat, and let it rest there as he scooted closer to your body

Your heart instantly melted and you knew

That your beloved giant sloth was forgiven

#damian priest smut #damian priest one shot #damian priest fanfiction #damian priest x reader #damian priest imagine #damian priest #masochist headcanons #masochist writes

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hyprfixations · 3 years

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my stranger

Summary: Bumping elbows with Chris Evans is not something you would expect in a lanky, low profile, almost unknown bar but strangers make good company, right? Especially with secrets.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

Word Count: 1700+

Warning: FLUFF ALERT, RPF

A/N: This is my first Chris Evans fic so please forgive me for errors. I edit my own work and this is not beta'd.

Rubbing your arms to get rid of the cold while in line to pee in an unsanitary bathroom is definitely not the way you envisioned the night to go. You've had too many martinis at this point and don't think you can down any without spinning your head and blurring your eyesight.

After going to the bathroom, you try lighting a cigarette and decide to hang out a bit more outside. And since your lighter is not working, you try asking the person beside you if he can lend you his.

You haven't looked at the guy but he really has nice hands so you look up to thank him and your jaw almost dropped to the ground.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" That question came out way too quick than you thought it would. And you understand the shock on his face before he burst out laughing.

"Well, hello to you too, ma'am." He says while giggling and took a drag of his cigarette.

"Fuck, I'm sorry." You laugh staring at Chris fucking Evans longer than you should. You couldn't believe he's right here beside you making casual talk and out of all the places in the world, you'd bump with him here.

It's only the two of you at the back and it's becoming awkward at how you look at him but you just can't believe it.

"This place must be so important for you to visit. The neon sign outside doesn't even work."

He shakes his head and smiles at you, that same toothy grin you see in his movies.

"It's a nice place. They have great tacos too." He says, raising his eyebrows, looking smug with a stick between his lips. Well, he's not lying though. This place is shitty on the outside but definitely serves the best food.

You nod at him, agreeing to what he just said. "And it's pretty lowkey, don't you think? No one ever takes a picture of me here or asks for my signature. It's very grounding."

You stare at him again and he does the same thing to you and he looks at you funny.

"You're running away from something..." he says and you almost choke on the smoke you just inhaled. First of all, he's on point and second of all, you shouldn't be that transparent. The stress must be very evident in your eye wrinkles when you fake a smile.

"Tell me more, clairvoyant." You say and he smiles, this time you notice him staring at you.

"What good way to tell a secret is to a stranger, right?"

"I thought you're gonna do the hocus pocus on my brain and then you'll know." You throw the cigarette butt and crushed it with your boot. He has a few more on his and he offered you another stick but you declined. Too many vices for one night.

"I don't have that superpower." He smirks and stares again, now it's becoming normal at this point.

"Oh, right, Vision?" You tease him and he just rolls his eyes, running a hand over his beard while smiling. He whispers shut up and you laugh, hesitating if you should tell him what's bothering you all day long.

Well, shit. There's very low chance you'd meet him again so why not.

"Okay, so my sister's wedding is tomorrow and God I cannot stand her. Like literally cannot stand being in the same room as her and the worse thing about that is she basically told everybody to prepare their wedding messages in advance so she can review them. I mean..."

You almost want to take up on another stick he offers because thinking of the wedding is already stressing you enough.

"She is a manipulative bitch, to be honest. And I'm sure her soon to be husband's going to wake up from this dream and leave her crying. Can't say I'll console her though."

"You are so savage." He chuckles and chucks his cigarette in front of him and crushed it with his shoe. Probably a thousand-dollar shoe to be exact.

"You would say the same if you'd met her. I really wish you wouldn't. Your life will be totally ruined."

He shrugs his shoulders and you talked more about life like you knew each other for years already. You find out you have a lot in common and Chris is just that typical guy who loves video games, pizza and beer. Nothing too complicated except for his panty dropping smile and very inside-quivering laugh.

He made you laugh a couple of times but you made him touch his boob a lot more. There were no chance to say your name before he's called by his friend and you think he's not that interested because he never offered his number or anything. You're not that desperate anyways.

"So long, Miss Savage." He says and salutes at you before walking in the door to the bar.

"Goodbye, stranger. May we never meet again." You tip your head and spend the night pretending to be someone you're not.

A week later, you're seated at reception, your beige dress too tight in the middle. How come the seamstress forget the measurements or was this also your sister's doing. Being too meticulous yet again. You smile at the elderly couple at your table, trying to socialize even when all you want is to stay at home and eat your feelings away.

You fiddle with the speech your sister prepared for you. Of course, she saw to it that everything's perfect in her eyes. Just like every little thing in her life while growing up. You nervously picked on the invisible lint on your dress, getting anxious by the minute.

You'd want to crawl in a corner and smoke, even just one stick, to take the stress away. The last time you were free to smoke was days back with a certain stranger. Now, all you can do is stroll down memory lane because it won't happen for a long time.

Clinging on your fifth glass of champagne, the alcohol slowly seeping into your brain and you wish you wouldn't stutter while reading your sister's handwriting. Or your dear mother would scold you for days.

The festivities and music came to a halt and it's time for you to embarrass yourself. Your the only sibling so that means you'd have to speak after your parents and you wished they could've said something longer or cried, just to prolong your turn.

As your mother placed the mic on the table, the host called out your name and you internally cringed. Clutching and wrinkling the paper in your hands, you read the exact words your sister had written and as you blankly stare at the crowd, a familiar face popped up, grinning at you and shaking his head.

The fucking bastard.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You accidentally said on the microphone, making the people gasped.

But you continued with your speech and completely forgot what was written. You cannot contain your laughter as you looked at Chris from across the room trying to hide his laughter while he covered his face with his hand.

Your sister is absolutely mortified when you ended your speech with "I hope you last" instead of what she'd written. Your parents' eyes are shooting daggers from their table. You'd have to worry about that later. But right now, you'd have to know what the hell is Chris Evans doing here.

"You..." You sat across from him and guests looked back at both of you, some in awe and some are just meh. But mostly your cousins and your sisters friends are giggling with excitement with Schamptain Schmerica being here.

"That was a nice speech." He say, smirking and sipping from his glass of champagne.

"You distracted me." Plucking a new glass from the waiter walking by, you gulp the liquid in one go. "Why are you here, exactly? At my sister's wedding?"

"A friend of a friend invited me. I swear I didn't know this was the same wedding we're talking about days ago. What are the odds?"

You look at him suspiciously and he just laughs his ass off. Finally, the first dance is happening and couples are dragging bodies on the dance floor while "I Shall Believe" by Sheryl Crow booms. Your sister must be so disgusted her first dance song not being "So Close" from Enchanted. But that's another sister breakdown waiting to happen.

"Can I have this dance?" Chris caught you off guard while you look at the people dancing on the dance floor.

"Me? Can you see that table full of girls just waiting for you to ask them?"

"Well, they're not my stranger, aren't they?"

You swear your heart skipped a beat at his words and you can't deny the tingles all over your body.

"Okay, then. I have two left feet. Just to warn you."

He chuckles and he smoothly maneuvered his way onto the dance floor and when the energetic songs played, he goofed around making you laugh.

A lot of people whipped out their phones and recorded him. He didn't care at all, he's just having the time of his life. He looks at you and for a moment, something shifted in the air. You're both looking at each other's lips as you stared and you don't know it but there's a magnet pulling you together.

He kisses you in front of a lot of people and you can't think of anything else but his warm tongue and soft lips against yours.

"You're going to break the internet yet again, Mr. Evans."

He smirks and planted another kiss on your lips, and you're lost again. And then another slow song played and he buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"Care for another date, stranger?" He whispers and you smile.

"Another date? We've never even had our first one."

"Consider this our first."

He sways along with the music and you smell his cologne, invading your senses like an intruder you'd want to stay. You feel his rigid muscles underneath his suit and you felt safe in his arms. He looks at you and you don't know if it's something you said or if there's something on your face.

"Don't tell me I have something in between my teeth."

He belly laughs and grabs his left boob, funnily a trademark I always see in his videos, and pulls you into a hug.

"People are staring, Christopher."

"Let them stare, Y/N."

#chris evans #chris evans x reader #rpf fanfic #rpf chris evans #mine #my fic #khael.txt

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mamamittens · 2 years

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Since I'm all up in my feels right now, here's some more random ass headcanons.

This time about singing!

Let's pretend they could/would sing, don't go harshing my vibe, lmao

Marco! I choose you!

He has a pretty basic baritone voice normally. Good sound carry in a quiet room when he's chilling. I imagine he half hums when he gets lost in paperwork.

Everyday it's a getting closer, gonna take a bath, with my fucking toaster~

In a party he usually adds some quiet bass to a song but doesn't really take the lead.

But if you catch him in a silly, goofy mood he can drop his voice to a spooky level. Probably practiced when flying late at night for the vibes.

That real low, vibrate your bones kind of sound like that Evanescence cover clip with that dude? A bit niche but if you've heard it, you know what I mean.

He can't hold it for too long though, so I imagine he usually only does it in quiet and intimate moments.

Like, he's holding you close after a hard day and sings those soft little love, folk songs in your ear.

He laughs when he notices goosebumps, but it just encourages him, honestly.

If you try and tease him in public about romancing you with love songs he's going to drop you in the ocean. Lovingly. But very quickly. Jinbe might have to get you, cause Marco is a little miffed right now. Sorry.

He might forgive you if you do a little singing of your own. If you can't carry a tune with a bucket, expect him to tease you but be really touched you were willing to try. If you're willing, he's okay with a soft little duet. Still won't do that with an audience tho, sorry

Ace!

He has a more mid tone kind of voice that's still on the deeper end.

His voice cracks a bit when he sings really loud but its charming cause at that point he's just... Throwing his whole ass into a party song with at least three drunk as hell dudes and no one cares.

You won't usually find him singing solo, though he's willing to duet with a more robust singer if he's drunk enough.

But, to be honest? I imagine he has perfect pitch. It's one of those annoying as hell qualities, except he's really shy about it for some reason. A bit of a hard working genius, he can figure out basic instruments after a while which leads me to this~

If you're really close and the party has wound down... You might find him hidden away with a guitar.

A quiet little tune and an audience of one is where he really shines. Even if you don't care for him much, that soft voice is quite touching. He'll usually sing about exploring the world and finding 'treasure', you know, those really sweet sort of songs.

He doesn't even have like, a stage level voice really, but much like how he throws his all into belting bar songs with his bros, you can really believe he means it when he looks at you and confesses he found something lovelier than all the gold in all the blues.

He'll tease you if he notices you're blushing, though, so watch it.

Might end up getting real sappy and he can't sing for shit when he's crying.

Which will happen if you duet with him, regardless of if you're humming or incapable of singing yourself. It's the togetherness thing that gets to him.

Thatch

He's got a nice voice and he'll be damned if he lets anyone forget that fact.

Even drunk off his ass he can drop his already deep voice an impressive level.

Prefers singing in his comfort zone of jaunty tunes with a strong rythm.

Would rather die than admit he can't manage those long high/low notes in sappy or sad songs. His voice cracks trying to hold a single note just slightly out of his normal range. So if you wanna risk it, challenge him. He'll probably get back at you though, so look out for that.

Holiday tunes? Consider it done. It's like having your radio stuck to a year long Christmas channel, he's so insufferable about it.

But if you're close and probably into that, he's liable to pull you in for a impromptu dance with the singular goal of making you blush. Real 'staring deeply into your eyes' while singing about true love or some sappy shit like that.

And unlike Marco or Ace, he'll do it with it without an audience.

Is thrilled and very encouraging if you sing with him. If you're bad at it, he's more than willing to practice with you and find out where your natural voice lies. If you can manage to surprise him with your singing he blushes quite nicely. Especially if you sneak up and do it in his ear, but try not to do that while he's cooking. He'll probably burn something or cut himself.

Rosinante

It popped up in my head and now I'm plaging you all with it. Sorry not sorry.

Outside of his whole secret mission thing, he naturally has a singing voice that does not do well with loud and energetic songs. He'll still join in!

But don't expect him to knock your socks off. That glass will break by either his clumsy ass or his voice cracking.

But late at night? That smoking habit had made his voice a bit rough, so his singing is soft and rumbly. Best enjoyed really close.

Really good at folk songs and he feels weirdly touched if you want him to sing you to sleep.

I get 'hold you close to his chest with an arm around your waist and cradling your head cause he can't imagine getting the opportunity to hold you this close twice' vibes from him. Don't ask me why. He looks like he needs at least three more hugs than he currently gets. Yes, even if you've slept like this for weeks at this point.

Goblin thought! Also really good at those older country songs. Not the ones about drinking, trucks, and girls, but like "Don't take the girl" and whatnot.

Whether or not you can personally handle someone singing into your hair or ear about loving you beyond life itself is up to you.

I would die of embarrassment tbh, but you go chase that shooting star 🌠

Of course, being that close is also low-key a fire hazard, so expect him to be incredibly embarrassed when something inevitably combusts for no damn reason.

Gets very blushy if you join him in singing, even if your bad at it. Probably cause your literally inches from his face, but as someone who is almost always in a quiet bubble, sound does things to him. Especially if the moment is already pretty intimate. Loves little duets with you and doesn't particularly care if your voice cracks. Embarrassing moments don't phase him after making so many of his own. Well, your embarrassing moments don't phase him, cause let's all be honest with ourselves here.

His embarrassing moments are on a whole other level than yours.

Less fire for starters.

@secretsnailor

@marco--the--phoenix

#one piece #ace one piece #marco the phoenix #thatch one piece #one piece rosinante #one piece headcanons #i needed to remind myself that i rule at soft thoughts #and needed to get them out of my head #ace with an acoustic guitar has legit been haunting me #you cant tell me otherwise

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crayonwriting · 3 years

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The Sakusa House

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"Hello!" "Hello!" The producer greeted. "What's your name?" "Kiyoshi!" He said cheerfully, fidgeting around the chair he was sat in. "And, how old are you Kiyoshi?" He raised the corresponding number of fingers and showed it to them. "Three!" "Oh wow, and can you tell as what is your dad's name?" "Sakusa Kiyoomi." He slid down the chair and started dragging it around, but he was still paying attention to the interviewer. "Do you like your dad?" "No." This made everyone present on the set chuckle a bit. "Really? Why not?" "I don't like him." Kioshi said this with a soft smile on his face. The interviewer continued to ask him questions. "What's your mom's name?" "Sakusa Y/N." "And do you like your mom?" "Yes!" He cheered and clapped happily. ** "I ate everything by myself instead of sharing and now I have a stomachache." You wiggled the stuffed rabbit at Kiyoshi while he was busy choosing which instrument he'll use in the toy doctor's kit you gifted him. You both were sat in his bedroom and since it was your day off before you had to leave, you decided to play with your son as much as you can. "Blow your nose." Kiyoshi said, reaching for the rabbit. You pulled it away from him. "I have a tummy ache. Why would I blow my nose?" You shifted the toy further away from him. "I don't have a runny nose." Kiyoshi stood up and pulled at your arm, successfully grabbing the stuffed animal. He cradled it in his arms and wiped around its nose. "It will feel good if you blow your nose." He mumbled softly to his 'patient' and you couldn't help but giggle, remembering that you told him those exact same words when he was sick. ** You were a medical professional, specializing in home medicine. You have been on some TV shows and news interviews that you weren't fazed that much by the cameras now installed at various parts of your house. You smiled at the interviewer when she shuffled through her notes of questions. "So, how did you meet your husband?" "Well, he was introduced to me by a friend, who happened to be teammates with his cousin." You smiled at the memory. "They just told me that he was tall and handsome,"you blushed at this, "And that he was a volleyball player too. My friend, Rintarou, is also a volleyball player." You remembered how Suna and Komori were so eager to have you and Sakusa meet, saying that since he was cautious of germs and you were on the medical field, it'd be a perfect match. "On the way to the bar where we were all supposed to meet at, they kept asking me if I didn't have any clue about him." Crossing your arms on your chest and leaning back on the chair, you recalled the conversation that night. "I really had no idea. He said that he was one of the top aces in Japan during highschool, but I wasn't into the sport at that time." Everything was actually a blur after that. You hit it off with him on that night once Komori broke the ice between you two. Before you knew it, you were already dating the Sakusa Kiyoomi. You weren't aware that he was a sought-after bachelor like his teammates at MSBY, that's why everyone was shocked when the news broke out that his heart was already taken. You dated for five years before finally getting married. And just a year later, Kiyoshi was born and there was nothing else Sakusa could ever ask for. ** "Are you sick, auntie?" Kiyoshi asked the camerawoman who was settled in the tiny house the production team set up in your living room. He leaned in closer to ask if she was sick, which she answered with an, 'I'm okay.' Kiyoshi dragged his doctor's kit around as he looked for patients. He kneeled down and stared at his toy dinosaur and asked if it was sick. Not getting any response, he moved to the other tiny house in the corner of the room where a cameraman was filming him. "Uncle, are you sick?" "No, I'm okay." "Are you sick here?" He gestured to his throat repeatedly. The cameraman chuckled and told Kiyoshi that he was fine. You were sat in the middle of the living room floor, just smiling to

yourself as you watched your son. He was petting his toy dinosaurs that were scattered around the floor. His mood suddenly turned down a bit and you wondered what was wrong. Kiyoshi looked around the room and saw his snake pillow by the mat. He lay himself beside it and hugged the pillow to his body. "Papa!" He shouted randomly. You smiled and ruffled his hair. "Where's papa, Kiyoshi? He's not home?" Just as you said this, your phone rang from the kitchen table. When you saw the caller ID, your heart skipped a little. "Hi Omi-kun." You put the phone on speaker. "Kiyoshi, it's papa." At the mention of his father, he immediately perked up and ran where you were. He raised his arms up, reaching for your phone. You handed it to him carefully. "Tell your papa to come home." You encouraged. "Kiyoshi." Sakusa said. "I don't like Papa." Your son said this with a cheerful voice. "I don't like you." "You what?" "He doesn't like you." You answered for him. You pulled Kiyoshi to sit on the couch. "You don't like me?" Sakusa's heart cracked a little, but he knew his son wasn't serious about it. "I don't like yoooou!" The three year old repeatedly sang. You shook your head at his playful antics. Kiyoomi's attitude was far from this and you wondered if you were as wild as Kiyoshi was when you were his age. "Don't say that Kiyoshi." Brushing his wavy hair away from his face, you said, "Why don't you ask papa to bring you something, hm? What do you want to eat?" Suddenly feeling playful once more, Kiyoshi ran away with your phone in hand. You chased him with small steps, asking him to slow down since he was running 'too fast'. He squealed and laughed waiting for you to catch him. "Gotcha'!" He laughed louder when you cornered him and tickled his sides. Sakusa, who was still on the phone, heard the precious laughs of his wife and son and the urge to get back home as soon as possible grew stronger. ** "Is there a reason why you decided to be on the show?" Sakusa cleared his throat before answering. "The main reason is that I want to be closer to my son, Kiyoshi." "What kind of dad are you?" Sakusa took a second to answer that, before he smiled to himself. "To be honest, I am a low priority to my child." He chuckled softly. "He loves his mom the most. And at one time, I noticed how big he was growing. Time passed by so fast and I felt like I'd wasted it." To others, three years may seem like a short time but for him, it felt like he had been absent for forever. "I felt...really bad about that. I can't call myself a good dad yet." He was fiddlimg with his fingers on his lap, before looking back at the interviewer. "I really want to get closer to him." The crew were visibly in awe at Sakusa's endearing love for his son. This was one of the rare times Sakusa really made an effort to answer questions in an interview. Who knew the stoic Sakusa Kiyoomi was a big softie? "How will you describe Kiyoshi?" "He's very cheeky." Sakusa chuckled. "He always stops and greets the people he sees and he'd wait until they greet him back. He's also cheerful and I'd like to think he's smart." He nodded at the thought. "He learns words very easily." ** The front door opened and Sakusa felt relief wash over him as he was welcomed by the familiar warmth of his home. He removed his mask and proceeded to take off his shoes by the genkan. "Papa! Papa are you hurt?" "Hm?" He raised an eyebrow questioningly. "What was that? "Are you hurt?" Kiyoshi asked eagerly, bouncing on his feet. "He's been waiting to examine you all day." You smiled at your husband. You approached him and gave him a quick kiss on the lips, making yourself blush a little. Sakusa smiled at you and handed the take out you requested. You took it gratefully, heading over to the kitchen to prepare dinner. "Papa, are you hurt?" Kiyoshi asked once more, this time with his doctor's kit in hand. "Will you treat me?" Sakusa asked, sitting down the first step of the stairs. "Please treat me. My head hurts." Kiyoshi rushed to open his

kit and got the plastic stethoscope out. He carefully put it on and approached his father. Sakusa held his small body to steady him as Kiyoshi started on the examination. "My chest hurts as well." His father feigned a pained expression—as best as he could—when Kiyoshi pressed the end of his stethoscope to Sakusa's chest. Sakusa let out faux groans which sounded robotic but Kiyoshi didn't notice. He rushed back to his kit and pulled put the plastic injection. "Papa, has a cough too. I should give you a shot." Sakusa let out a fake cough as well and when his son pressed the toy to his arm he faked another gasp. "Ouch." He said, blunt as ever. "That hurt." His son just laughed and rummaged through his kit once more, pulling out a knife. "We need to take out your snot, too." "What?" Sakusa stiffened. Kiyoshi rushed back to him with the toy knife pointed towards his dad and Sakusa stopped him right there. "What are you going to do with that knife?" "Snot!" "What?" He laughed lightly, still pushing his son away as Kiyoshi kept trying to shove the knife into his father's nose. "He did that with his other patients." You interrupted from the kitchen; Sakusa looked at you. "He's gonna take your snot out." You giggled at the slight horror on his face. He was a lot less wary of germs when he was home but still, he was cautious about everything he touches—and in this case, what goes in and out of his nose. "Papaaaaa!" Kiyoshi whined. In a spur of the moment, Sakusa held his son's arm and guided the small toy near his nose. He let it graze the inside in the very slightest and he hoped his son was satisfied with it. "Kiyoshi, papa doesn't want you to do...that." Looking up from your preparations once more, you witnessed Sakusa letting his son pick his nose. The laugh you let out was unintentional, but you found it heartwarming to see your husband stepping out of his comfort zone, just to please his son. "Do you remove your snot with a knife?" He asked Kiyoshi, to which he nodded proudly. "How does it feel?" You teasingly asked your husband. Before he could answer, Kiyoshi said, 'It feels nice!', in a cheerful voice. He was going through the kit again. "Maybe, I should take your snot out too, huh Kiyoshi?" Sakusa teased. The young boy ignored his father's remarks, standing back up to give his father a bottle with a picture of a capsule on it. This time he started shoving the bottle to his father's mouth but Sakusa was quick to lean away. He held Kiyoshi's hand that was holding the bottle near his face, opening and closing his mouth briefly as if taking the medication. Kiyoshi's face broke out into a huge grin, knowing that he had cured his father. Sakusa held his son's face in his hands and kissed his forehead. "Thank you." He muttered, making Kiyoshi beam. "Get cleaned up, it's dinner time." You chimed. Kiyoshi hurriedly shoved his toys back into the doctor's kit; the prospect of eating dinner making him excited. Sakusa offered to help him pack up, only to get hit on the leg as Kiyoshi spun around. - - - It was now bedtime and Sakusa was checking the doors and windows. He turned off the kitchen and living room lights and headed towards Kiyoshi's room, where you and your son were already settled. You and your husband decided to sleep all together for one night seeing as you'll be gone for a while. He sat himself on the futon on the floor while you were snuggled up with Kiyoshi on his bed. "Kiyoshi." The little boy sat up at his father's voice. "Who do you want to sleep with? Is it Bunny?" Sakusa was referring to the little boy's favorite stuffed animal. Kioshi thought for a bit before answering. "Mama should sleep with Kiyoshi." You stiffled a giggle. "Papa should sleep there." He leaned over slightly and pointed to the futon Sakusa was already settled at. "I should sleep on the floor?" "Yes." Sakusa expected this and just shook his head. He never really was his son's priority. You stared at him to get his attention, silently asking him if he was okay. He answered with a soft

smile and a nod. You laid on the open edge of Kiyoshi's bed so that he wouldn't roll over to the floor. You extended your hand to your husbnad which he took gratefully. He lifted it up to his lips and gave it a delicate kiss. Your spine tingled at the sensation of his lips on your skin. Kiyoshi then handed you a book to read and snuggled to your side. You kissed the top of his head and started reading to him. Sakusa then laid down on the soft futon on the floor and turned his body to the side, facing you two. Just like his son, he let the sound of your voice lull him to sleep. *** "Papa! Papa!" Sakusa groaned and willed himself to wake up at the sound of Kiyoshi's calling. "Papa, did you sleep well?" He asked, already energetic. The room was dark except for the small sliver of light that escaped the curtain on one side. Kiyoshi was bouncing on his bed, sprawling his body on top of yours, effectively waking you up. He was able to make out Kiyoshi's small figure despite the dark room. "Hmm, yes Kiyoshi. Did you sleep well?" He asked, voice deep and still laced with sleep. His son didn't answer the question as he hyperactively called out to him again. "Papa!" Sakusa hummed in acknowledgement. "Now that I'm awake, can I have fun?" "Of course." Sakusa replied sitting up from the futon and stretching. He looked at your rousing form as you rubbed the sleep oit of your eyes. It may be cliché to think but despite your disheveled look, you're still breathtaking to him. "Good morning, my love." He took your hand and gave the back of it a soft kiss, just like he did the night before. He had refused to give you morning kisses even from the very start of dating, saying that it was unhygienic. "Good morning, Omi." You kissed his hand as well. "Had a good sleep?" "Sort of." He said bluntly, making you giggle. "Our bed is still better than this futon. Why didn't we just let Kiyoshi sleep in our room?" "Omi, he needs to learn to sleep in his own room." You chastised him playfully. While the both of you conversed, Kiyoshi went around his room, greeting all of his stuffed animals that sat atop his drawers. "Good morning Mr Penguin! Good morning Ms. Penguin!" He gave each toy a pat on their heads. ** After folding up the futon and blankets and freshening up, Sakusa headed for the kitchen and started on making breakfast. He measured two cups of rice and started washing them under the faucet. It wasn't long before you and Kiyoshi followed after him. "Shall we see what your papa is doing?" You hoisted Kiyoshi further up your arms for a better grip. You tapped on Sakusa's back, silently telling him to switch positions with you. He wiped his wet hands on a kitchen towel nearby and held them both out to Kiyoshi. "Come to me." He said. Kiyoshi just look at his dad before vigorously shaking his head. "Play with papa now, Kiyoshi. Mama needs to make breakfast." You rubbed his back and tried to pass him off to Sakusa but to no avail. Kiyoshi's grip on your neck tightened as he stuck his body to yours. "Why won't you play with me?" Sakusa asked, while brushing Kiyoshi's hair away from his face. The little boy looked away from his father. "I don't want to play with you." Kiyoshi mumbled into your shoulder. You tried setting him down on the kitchen floor but he just lifted his feet higher so as to not touch the floor. He let himself dangle from your neck until you gave up and stood up again. He whined in protest. Sakusa sighed and placed a hand on your lower back and whispered that it was okay. He didn't mind making his family some breakfast. "Are you sure?" You asked. He dismissed you with a small nod and a soft smile. He sighed quietly almost getting used to being little to no priority to Kiyoshi. You had told him before that it just takes a while and Kiyoshi was just three. Sakusa has all the time to change his son's mind, Kiyoshi saw how sad his papa looked when you started to walk away from the kitchen. He can't let his papa be sad and he wanted to comfort him. Like a switch, his earlier

distaste for his father was nowhere to be seen as he reached out to Sakusa. "Papa, hug me please?" He called out to him. You immediately set him down on his feet as he waited for Sakusa. Two big strides was all it took for Sakusa to reach his son and to scoop him in his arms. You couldn't help but smile at the interaction. "Show me your love, Papa." You giggled behind your hand as you noticed Sakusa's ears turning a slight tint of pink. You gave him a sly wink before walking back to the kitchen to continue the breakfast preparations. Sakusa couldn't help but blush at his son's words. To be honest, he wasn't really hiding it. He usually wasn't at the receiving end of Kiyoshi's affection. So during times that he is, he wouldn't care if he turned as red as a tomato. Kiyoshi rested his head on his father's strong shoulder, rubbing his hand on it far comfort. He remembers his parents rubbing his back during the times that he cried. So, he did it to Sakusa so that he wouldn't cry. Sakusa held the back of his son's head carefully, pressing a kiss to his temple. He swayed the both of them from side to side as they enjoyed the small yet intimate moment. ** "Open your mouth a little wider, Kiyoshi." He did as he was told but the scowl on his face remained while Sakusa helped him brush his teeth. Sakusa wanted his son to learn about hygiene and cleanliness at the youngest age so he hoped he was setting a good example. "Almost done." He stroked the brush gently in Kiyoshi's mouth before Sakusa declared that he was done. He rinsed out the small baby toothbrush before placing it back along with yours and his own. Kiyoshi was just about to step down from his step stool but Sakura was quick to stop him. "Let's wash your face first." He held Kiyoshi softly. Wetting his hand, he wiped and rubbed it down Kiyoshi's face as gentle as he could. He knew his hands weren't as soft as yours. After several years of playing volleyball, his hands were bound to be a little rough. It didn't seem to affect Kiyoshi in anyway. As Sakusa's hand ran down his face, he stuck his tongue out playfully. Everytime he would lick Sakusa's hand, he laughed to himself. Sakusa would flinch everytime his hand would make contact with Kiyoshi's tongue, only making the child laugh louder. ** During the time your boys were enjoying their moment together, you made breakfast. Egg omelettes, rice, fried salmon, miso soup, a serving of natto for Kiyoshi and Sakusa's favorite, umeboshi. "Itadakimasu!" Sakusa placed small servings of omelette and fish into Kiyoshi's bowl while you mixed his natto. Kiyoshi waited patiently as he took small bites off of the fish and eggs. When you were done, you scooped some natto and held it in front of your son. He opened wide and gratefully accepted the food. It was unusual for kids to like the traditional dish. But for some reason, Kiyoshi loved it. Sakusa took a bite of his umeboshi, savoring the taste. Ever since dating him, you've tried your best to make him homemade umeboshi and now that you've mastered it, it's the only umeboshi that he eats—even if you don't like the dish. "The soup is hot!" Kiyoshi stuck out his tongue. You offered him some water. Scooping up some miso soup with his spoon, you blew on it slightly to cool it down. "Here. I cooled it down for you." You fed him the soup which made Kiyoshi dance in his chair. "You're eating so well, Kiyoshi!" You said, ruffling his hair. As you continued to feed your son, Sakusa was enjoying the view. It always blew his mind how lucky he is to have you and Kiyoshi in his life. Having his own family was far from his thoughts when he was still in Itachiyama. But after meeting you, he found himself stepping out of his comfort zone—willingly—and he didn't regret any second of it. This only fueled him to do better for you and especially for Kiyoshi. ** "Papa, what are you doing?" Sakusa glanced at Kiyoshi who was in your arms once more, before returning to the task at hand. "Are you washing my dishes?" "Yes, I am washing your dishes."

Sakusa's response only made Kiyoshi laugh. You played with Kiyoshi in the living room while Sakusa cleaned up after breakfast. He turned down your offer to help, saying that you can go ahead and play with Kiyoshi. Besides, he found it relaxing to do a little bit of chores especially when it's cleaning. When Sakusa was done with the dishes, he started wiping down the table and kitchen counters. After that he cleaned the dining room floor, especially under Kiyoshi's chair where grains of rice and soup stains littered the floor. As the floor was taken care of, he gathered all the trash and took it outside to the bins. Meanwhile, you went upstairs and started getting ready for your small trip with your sister. You asked Kiyoshi if he can help his father which he happily answered with a 'yes!' Kiyoshi actually just stood near Sakusa and watched him clean. Almost twenty minutes had passed before you came down the stairs, fully dressed and carrying two bags. "Kiyoshi, I'll be going out now." Sakusa and Kiyoshi were playing with his dinosaurs when you got down. You weren't even gone that long and the two of them are already getting close. Sakusa picked up Kiyoshi and walked towards you. You leaned up a little and placed a big kiss on his cheek. "Play well with dad, okay?" He nodded as he clung to his father's neck. "Bye Mama." You smiled. You looked at Sakusa who was looking at Kiyoshi witha soft smile on his face. "Good luck, Omi." You whispered. He turned his gaze to you, eyes widened in the slightest at the meaning behind your words. The worry of taking care of his child who doesn't like him is starting to creep its way into Sakusa's consciousness. Laughing, you leaned on your toes and kissed his lips quickly. "You can do it." You rubbed your thumb on his forehead to remove the slight furrow of his eyebrows, which were bent in uneasiness. "You can do it." Kiyoshi repeated, laying his head on Sakusa's shoulder. This made both of you laugh. "Have fun, Y/N." Sakusa smiled, "I will." You placed a hand om the wall, balancing yourself as you put om your shoes. Sakusa picked up your bags and handed them to you,. "Mama, have fun." Kiyoshi copied his father this time. When you looked at your son, you noticed that he had a sad look in his eyes. It was because he isn't used to being away from you for too long. "Kiyoshi, have fun with papa okay?" Kiyoshi nodded obediently, clinging closer to Sakusa's neck. "Okay. Don't worry about us." You waved at both off them before finally heading out the door. The house grew quiet. Sakusa looked at Kiyoshi who was still staring at the front door. "Mama is gone." Sakusa stated. Kiyoshi looked at his dad but didn't say anything. ** "Kiyoshi and I will become close," Sakusa nodded to the camera with a determined look om his face, "I know I'll do well."

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A/N: Happy birthday, my Kiyoomi! 💛💚 (THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE POSTED ON SATURDAY. TUMBLR WHYYYYY)

03.18.2021

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