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bluecollarmcandtf · 1 month

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I Don't Believe in Hypnosis

When I was a boy, my father taught me how to work hard and provide for my family. Farming ain't for weaklings. It takes a man to do what I do, and this work has given me a hard head and thick skin. That's why I sure as hell wasn't scared of no Hypnotist last Friday night!

As I linger in the cornfield, finishing up a hard day's work, I recall what happened that night...

My wife, Annie, finally got me to take her to the Fair. She'd begged and begged until I'd agreed. My girl dolled herself up and put on her favorite dress. I knew I'd made the right choice when I saw her, looking like the thin, bubbly girl I'd courted back in high school.

Together, we climbed in my truck and drove towards the sparkling fairground. The place was alive with music and attractions. We rode every ride, and I'll admit I enjoyed getting out of the house with my girl.

Then Annie saw a sign for some weird hypnosis show. I had no idea what my wife was talking about, but she said she'd seen it in movies: the ability to control someone's mind with a swinging watch or some crap!

I told her it was dumb, but she flashed me her big baby blues and sidled up real close. I could never say no to her like that. With a tired groan, I followed her into the tent and sat down to watch the stupid show. The rest was a blur.

...that was a week ago, and I shouldn't dwell on it now that I'm done workin' for the day. Hopefully, Annie has supper is ready!

Entering the house, I don't see her in the kitchen. I'm a bit bothered because she's usually got it prepared by the time I come in, but then it strikes me! I remember why she's held up! How could I have forgotten our guest? I'll bet she's too busy handling him at the moment to cook my dinner. They're probably both still in the bedroom, if I had to guess.

I chuckle at my mistake and march to the back of the house, peering past the door into my bedroom. I was right! My wife's still under the covers with the Hypnotist. They're both too occupied to notice that I've come in, but I know how to wait.

Quietly as I can, I step over to the bedside and lower myself to my knees. There's not much else to do, so I just kneel on the hardwood and watch them go at it until they see me waiting.

It takes a few minutes but the Hypnotist eventually notices and gives me a roll of his eyes. "The hick is back," he groans while sliding off my wife's back, "Don't you have something else you could busy yourself with?"

"I just got done fertilizing the field," I answer back, trying not to be disgusted by all his sweat that's soaking into my bedsheets.

"Fertilizing?" he asks with a toothy grin, "No wonder you smell like shit."

I'm not too sure what to say back, so I just keep my mouth shut. He turns his attention back to my wife, leaving me with nothing to do but wait some more. I know he's a fraud, but I respect the Hypnotist greatly. Let me explain how I came to invite him over. Honestly, that memory's a bit hazy, but I'll try...

It happened after the show. In fact, the show must've been over awhile since all the chairs were empty aside from the one that held my beautiful wife. Next to her sat the Hypnotist, looking just as oily, pale, and chubby as he'd looked at the beginning of the show.

That was when I realized I was standing on the stage.

I didn't even remember standing up, let alone leaving my wife and going up to the front! Brushing off my worries, I approached the man leaning on Annie's shoulders. He stopped whispering in her ear and gave me a sly grin.

"Enjoying my wife?" I asked.

"Certainly, I can't believe a fine creature like this could end up with such a pig," the Hypnotist licked his lips as he stared at her dress, "Invite me to stay with you."

"Stay with us," I instinctively answered, extending a welcoming hand. The Hypnotist didn't shake it, but he did escort my wife out of the tent with fingers creeping down her back. After that, I drove them home. He's been holed up in my bedroom with Annie ever since!

"Go grab me a beer," he says, jerking me from my thoughts, "Hurry up!"

"Yup," I stumble to my feet and hustle to the kitchen. The Hypnotist has had me fetching his beer all week so I know how he likes it. Grabbing the last cold bottle in the fridge, I race back and drop to the floor with a bowed head. This is how he likes his drinks presented.

"Believe in hypnosis yet, farm-cuck?"

I snort. Of course I don't. "Hypnosis isn't real," I retort, keeping my eyes fixed on the floor until he tells me otherwise.

How could I ever believe in something like hypnosis? The power to control someone's head is something that only exists in cheap movies. I hate to say it, but I think my wife is a bit of a ditz for believing in such a thing. I mean, this guy's been living with me for a whole week and he still hasn't done anything to hypnotize me or Annie!

"So you don't mind when a real man sleeps with your wife?" he asks.

"You jokin?" I laugh at the stupid question, growling "I'd kill any asshole who tried!"

"... but?"

"...but obviously you can do anything you want to my wife. You have more of a right to her than I do!" I add frankly.

"That's right," he snickers back, sneering down at me from the bed, "Pour that beer on yourself."

Without hesitation, I grab the beer and step back, popping the cap and raising the bottle high over my head. The ice cold liquid sends shivers down my spine, but I empty the bottle over my head anyway while the supposed Hypnotist howls in laughter.

I shiver at the feeling of cold beer soaking into my clothes, leaving a sticky layer of beer residue against my skin; not to mention the puddle sinking into the floorboards around my feet. Obviously, I'm uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I put the bottle down, satisfied by a job well-done.

"Are all country bumpkins as dumb as you?" he laughs.

"I'm not a country bumpkin," I snort with a clenched jaw.

"Yeah you are," the Hypnotist sneers back, "Remember? Tell me you're a country bumpkin."

Suddenly, it dawns on me that he has a point. I hate to say it, but I suppose I am exactly what he's saying. "I'm a country bumpkin," I agree.

"I knew I'd convince you," he snickers, "Now let me finish on your wife. Face the wall and listen to how a real man handles a woman."

"Ok," I answer reluctantly, turning around and leaning my head against the wall. I have no idea how I'm supposed to feel about this. I mean, here I am soaked in beer and hungry for my wife to cook me supper, and this jerk wants me to wait? I want to be mad; I should be mad, but for some reason I just don't mind. Even as Annie starts moaning louder and louder, I can't help but respect the guy. I mean, he's my guest so I want to keep him happy. Part of me is honestly just relieved that he's enjoying himself and showing Annie a good time while at it. She's obviously enjoying it.

They go on for another hour or so, and each time Annie squeals, my stomach lurches at the thought of him doing a better job than me. I just stare at the paint peeling off the wall and try not to picture what's actually going on.

"Alright, cowboy," I hear a tired voice pant from behind, "I'm done for now. Turn around."

I keep my eyes averted, but I can't ignore how out-of-breath the Hypnotist has become. What's even more disturbing is the brief glance I get at my wife, seeing the dumb smile stretched across her face. She's grinning like her entire world has been rocked, and she doesn't even bother to look in my direction!

My stomach growls under my shirt, "Do you think Annie could make some dinner...?" I ask quietly.

He shakes his head in disbelief, "Sure! Get up whore!," he smacks her on the ass, "Go make me some food."

My girl giggles and climbs out of bed, completely unashamed to be called a whore or walking around the house naked, scurrying to the kitchen. My heart sinks.

"Sorry son, she's cooking my dinner right now."

"But I just spent all day tilling and-"

"Don't speak!"

My mouth snaps shut, and my knuckles clench! How am I supposed to till the fields all day and come home to no food on the table? I'm the one who keeps a roof over our heads! Even still, I take a deep breath and relax.

The Hypnotist is right. I'll wait.

"Listen to me, hillbilly Joe. You're going to go to the store and buy me some more beer," I sigh, thinking about how dark it's getting, "Don't take the car. You'll run. Sitting on a tractor all day is giving you a pudgy gut!"

The Hypnotist gives my aching stomach a couple slaps before continuing his instructions. I can't help but notice his own belly flabs jiggling with every move. "Oh and while you're there, I want you to make a huge scene, heein' and hawin' like the dirty mule you are. If anyone gives you trouble, you'll piss yourself, and get on your hands and knees, licking their boots like the beta-cuck you are. Got it, bitch?"

Stunned, I freeze for a second as it all sinks in. I don't know why on earth I'd do all that, but in a daze, my feet lead me out the door and start jogging the first of several miles into town.

"Eeeeh-HAAAaaw!"

My voice breaks as I enter the store, shoutin' my presence with the most obnoxious donkey bray I can muster. My throat is raw and my lungs are aching. Running seven miles to the nearest store was a lot more difficult than the Hypnotist made sound, but hopefully it shed some pounds off that gut of mine. I'd never noticed it before, but I can tell I need to lose some weight! My already beer-soaked clothes are now even more wet and ripe with sweat.

"HEEeeee..." my voice catches as I notice a couple store employees staring at me. They're giving me dirty looks, but I'm here on a mission! "eeEeEH-HaaAaAAuW!" I bellow!

I stumble towards the back of the store, where they keep all the drinks. My legs feel like jelly, so I'm limping pretty bad. I realize I must look insane or drunk, but I'm just getting some beer for my guest! He needs beer! I grab the first case I see, scooping it up in my arms with another ridiculously loud cry of a mule.

Turning, I run face to face into a cop.

"You been drinkin' tonight, bud?" he gives me an unamused look.

I let the case of beer tumble to the floor. This guy is the deputy sheriff. Our town is small enough for everyone to know everyone, so I've chatted with him and his wife a few times. He's always seemed like a real stand-up man, and over the years, I've managed to get him to give me a casual nod whenever we pass.

"hheee-haawWH!" I throat brays in his face.

A warm feeling spreads through my crotch, and I remember what the Hypnotist told me back at the house. I'm pissing straight into my jeans. My cheeks flush red, but I don't move or try to hide it. Somehow, I know this guy is supposed to see this happen to me. It's like this is all a performance, and I'm the world's greatest actor!

I know what to do next. For the third time tonight, I fall to my hands and knees, staring up at the appalled cop with a gaping mouth and heavy breath. This position is feeling more and more comfortable, as the night goes on.

Without warning, I slam my mouth on his standard boots, extending my tongue and lathering it against the dusty black leather.

The deputy kicks me back and glares down. "Come on, man!" he growls, "You like making my job more difficult than it is? If you want to get piss drunk, do it at home!" He grabs me by the collar and drags me to my feet. "You're better than this! Think of that pretty little wife you've got waiting for you at home!"

His words hurt, but only leave me more confused. I'm not drunk! I wanted to do this, right? Why else would I have pissed myself and licked his shoes? Getting another glance at the officer's disappointed stare, makes my shoulders cringe out of embarrassment. I decide it's best to just keep my mouth shut as he pushes me past the place's staff and kicks me out of the building.

When I come to my senses, I make sure to apologize. He just frowns and tells me to get in his cruiser. Thank the Lord he's driving me back home. I think I would've passed out on the side of the road if I tried to run back.

We don't talk much while the cop drives. I mostly just sit in the back and stew on what I'd just done. The smell of piss, sweat, and beer makes my empty stomach churn. Why had my guest asked me to do this? Why had I even agreed? This entire outing had been a nightmare! That damned Hypnotist can't tell me what to do! When I get home I'll give that phony a piece of my mind.

"You find it hilarious," the Hypnotist says, and all of the sudden, I can't stop laughing!

I was ready to punch that fat ugly freak, but he has a point! Thinking back, I don't know why I'd been upset: it was hilarious! I was a complete fool! Just thinking about the disgusted looks of those employees made me fold over cackling. And that cop! He seemed more disappointed than anything! Laughing, I can feel the wetness where I'd pissed myself, sending me into another wave of hysterics! It'd disgusted me before, but now the humiliation of it all was just so damned funny!

"That was a good one," I wheeze, whipping a tear from my eye.

The man chuckles at me, taking a bite of the steak my wife is serving him in bed, "Laugh at your pathetic excuse for a husband, tits."

Annie stops feeding bites of steak into his mouth and looks at me for the first time tonight. Without hesitation, she bursts into laughter at the sight of me. I chuckle along with her, though the feeling of amusement is starting to wear off.

"Alright, now go sleep in the barn with the cattle, dumbass!" the Hypnotist mocks, "Your wife is going to massage me to sleep."

"Ok," I mutter, barely even maintaining a smile at this point.

I'll admit that I'm sorta glad to leave. Standing there while he and my wife just laughed felt wrong for some reason. As I trudge through the mud on the way to the barn, I see the glow of morning on the horizon. Soon, the rooster will crow and the cattle will be mooing up a storm, so I don't know how I'm gonna rest.

Food-deprived, sleep-deprived, cold, wet, and sweaty, I slump down in the old wood barn. As famished as I am, even the leftover slop in the trough is smelling good. I brush off the idea, and curl up in the mud with the cows. My clothes are too soiled to bother with cleanliness, so I ignore the flies and manure.

I pray sleep will find me quick. If that Hypnotist could actually do anything, I'd have him hypnotize me to sleep. It's too bad hypnosis isn't real. Even if it were, I doubt it'd work on a salt-of-the-earth man like me!

#humiliation kink #hypno story #cuckhubby #mind control #degredation kink #gross

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sporadicthingcollection · 1 month

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Paint Job (Buggy the Clown x F!Reader)

Summary: In which Buggy indulges his two favorite hobbies: doing your makeup and driving you crazy. Pairing: Buggy the Clown x F!Reader Rating: General. Word Count: ~1k. Warnings: Pregnancy. A/N: my birthday was yesterday so i wrote this for myself

Your belly button popped out. He had no idea until you stripped your clothes off for a nap and fell asleep cradled in that dumb pregnancy pillow you use instead of cuddling with him.

He squints at it. It looks funny. Round. Sticks out. Kinda like...

...hmm.

The intrusive thought hits him like a fish jumping out of the water and into a boat.

You'd look so cute and he'd get to show off his artistic talent. Not to mention that everyone would know whose baby is in your belly. Not that there's any doubt, of course, but he has to mark his territory somehow and he suspects that you wouldn't appreciate being peed on.

(The obvious answer of putting some jewelry on those naked ring fingers of yours has occurred to him many times, but that thought is somehow scarier than fatherhood. So he ignores it.)

Grabbing his bag of tricks from the vanity, he tiptoes to the bed. He sets himself down slowly, gently, carefully. The bed squeaks as he eases his weight onto it, but you don't stir.

He works quickly. First some white greasepaint, squeezed onto his wrist and dabbed onto your belly with a makeup sponge. Follow that with a bit of black paint, applied with a careful stroke of the brush. Then pigment sticks for the detail work and outlines...

The baby seems to enjoy it. It occasionally moves in response to his touch. Nothing herky jerky -- just little shifts and nudges. Makes his heart melt. He can't wait to meet the little rugrat.

And now the piece de résistance, a dab of red right on the mound of your navel.

Et voilà. Perfection.

He leans back to marvel at his artistry as he wipes the extra makeup from his hand. In another life, he'd have made a damn good painter. Hell, maybe he should invest in some acrylics and canvas. Start a money laundering scheme.

Buggy notices that your eyes are open. Two little windows into a warm, dark abyss. The same color as falling asleep in a cozy bed on a cold, dark night.

“Having fun?” you ask.

“Tons,” he says coolly. “How was the snooze?”

“Great, ‘til your kid started tap dancing on my bladder.” You lean back on your elbows as you stretch your legs out, splaying your toes out like Richie does after he wakes up from a nap. Your belly rests on your thighs now. Try as you might, you can't see over the top. “What were you doing?”

He hops off the bed and offers you his arm, easing you to your feet. He guides you to his vanity with a hand on your waist. Your gait has gained a wobble and, while he's never seen anything hotter, being on a constantly rocking ship makes him nervous.

Your eyes go wide when you see his Jolly Roger painted across your stomach, your belly button forming the nose. You twist this way and that, your smile growing with each shift.

He rests his head against yours. “So everyone knows just who put you up the pole,” he murmurs.

“As if there's any question with how handsy you are,” you snort. You turn that warm smile to him. “Love it, Bugs.”

He didn't think you'd be upset, not really, but hearing you happy eases his nerves greatly. “I decided to take an impressionist approach,” he says. “You can tell from the brush strokes and my liberal use of white.”

You were right, that night you first spent together: you laugh like a gaggle of News Coos. Clattery, loud, inelegant. It's his third favorite sound in the world. The second is that snort you make when you're trying not to laugh, and the first is... Well, his pursuit of that sound is what led to your current condition.

He pushes the gag a little further. “Made it during my Alabastan Period, where I was influenced by--” You push your lips against his. He keeps talking, just to annoy you. “--traditional geometric patterns of nomadic--”

You grab his cheeks and shove your tongue in his mouth. Once he's runs out of breath, you pull away with a big red splotch across your smile. “Shut up,” you say.

“Never.” He moves behind you. He pops his hands off to lace his fingers underneath your belly as he drapes his arms around your shoulders. "How's that?"

You sigh in relief as the weight is lifted off your organs, your spine, everything. "Fucking hell, thank you," you breathe.

He makes a mental note to thank the old ex-con who told him the trick. Surefire way to make your old lady love you forever, she'd said, grinning at her husband. How else you think I ended up with having six kids with this knucklehead?

The thought of six little humans running around fills him with dread... but at the same time, everyone loves a family act. Matching threads for everyone, him in his best and you all dolled up like a work of art. Suits for the boys and little tutus for the girls.

Six little faces looking up at him in adoration, six little creatures to do his bidding, six little people guaranteed to worship the ground he walks on...

You snap your fingers in front of him. "Hey. Clown."

That's enough to bring him back to earth. He hopes to every god that will listen that it's just one in there. "Just distracted by your beauty," he says.

You give him a dry look. "Liar."

"Alright, ya got me. I was thinking about your tits." Buggy rests his chin in the crook of your neck. “How much longer?”

You reach up to pat his cheek. “Couple months.”

He groans. “But I wanna meet Buggy Junior noooow-wuh,” he whines.

Your smile vanishes. “Over my dead body you name my kid that.”

“Why not? It's a great name. Buggy Balthazar Zebulon Xerxes Mixolydian Macadamia--” You pinch his lips shut with your fingers, but he keeps talking. “--Jeremiah Jubilee--”

You turn and shove your tongue in his mouth again. He shuts up for good this time.

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clovermunson · 2 years

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candy fiend— s. harrington

summary: steve loves candy, so naturally he wants to eat all of it…even the candy that’s meant for the trick-or-treaters.

pairings: steve harrington x reader

word count: 1.510k

warnings: established relationship, domestic bliss (because who wouldn’t want that with steve?), mentions of food and eating, steve being stupidly cute, fluffy goodness, no read more cut because tumblr tried to fuck up the entire fic yet again

author’s note: i just had to write a halloween fic for steve, it was inevitable. and this was the perfect idea, so i couldn’t let it just pass me by. anyway, enjoy this fluffy cuteness with steve “good hair” harrington! likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated, but all i ask that you do not repost my work and claim it as yours! — xo, morgan❤️

requested tags: @kc-needs-coffee (because she’s finally come around on her realization that steve is a dumbass, but that’s her dumbass lol)

“Seriously, that’s your favorite?” You asked Steve from the kitchen, grimacing as he bit into a milky way candy bar.

“What?” Steve had a mouth full of chocolate and nougat, “it’s good!”

You shook your head, scrunching your nose in disgust. “You may think that, but it’s nowhere near as good as a snickers bar, or even just a plain hershey’s bar!” You’d turned your attention away from him, mixing the batter for your halloween brownies before pouring it into the pan and placing it in the pre-heated oven. It was around 6:30 PM, and no trick-or-treaters had shown up yet, so you figured you’d have time to bake something for you and Steve before the hordes of kids came ringing the doorbell.

“Say whatever you want, but you’re missing out, babe.” Steve continued eating the candy, digging through the candy bowl to find any extras to keep for himself.

You’d heard the rustling of candy wrappers, making you look over to see Steve’s hand fishing around in the candy bowl that was for the trick-or-treaters.

“Steve…what the hell are you doing?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest.

Steve stopped almost instantly, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. Then he slowly turned to you, looking like a deer in headlights.

“I uh…I was checking the candy?” He sheepishly smiled, unsure of his answer after he’d said it aloud.

“Checking the candy?” You exhaled, “you seriously think I’m gonna believe that?”

“I would hope you’d believe that.” Steve smiled a little more confidently, “I mean, c’mon. You don’t want any of those kids getting sick from the candy, do you?”

“Steve, the only way they’d get sick from it is if they ate too much.” You huffed, leaning against the kitchen counter that overlooked the living room of your shared home.

“Okay, but what if they had an allergy?” Steve asked, confident that he’d backed you into a corner, though he felt a little dumb when he realized that you’d both agreed to create an allergy-free alternative.

“And that’s why we have this.” You showed him the bowl of non-candy goodies such as halloween themed pencils, erasers, ink stamps, and stickers that you’d prepared for kids that may have allergies or simply didn’t want candy for whatever the reason may be. You and Steve both believed that halloween was for everyone, and you wanted to be as inclusive as possible about it— despite the rest of the neighborhood not seeming to care.

Steve knew he’d lost, because if he argued about the allergy-free bowl, then he’d look like a jerk. “Okay, fine. I was digging out all of the milky way bars for myself.” He admitted, beginning to put some back into the bowl.

You couldn’t help but shake your head and laugh to yourself over Steve’s attempt to be a candy thief. “Thank you, for telling the truth, you absolute candy fiend.”

Steve smiled to himself, leaning back in the recliner. He felt like he’d won a small victory in being honest with you, even if he hadn’t won a tangible prize.

“You can keep half of the milky ways.” You offered, hoping Steve would accept the compromise.

“Half?” He asked as if you were unsure of your decision.

“Half.” You confirmed, “but only because I bought an extra bag of candy and already dug all of those out for you.”

“Really?” Steve’s eyes lit up like a christmas tree, and you couldn’t help but giggle at him for it.

“Yes, really.” You nodded, smiling. “But that doesn’t mean you can eat them all in one night. They’re in the candy jar on the dining table.”

“Have I ever told you that you’re the best?” Steve practically jumped up from his seat, adding the candy bars in his hand to the jar.

“Hmm…only about a thousand times since we’ve been together.” You tapped at your jaw as if you’d thought about the exact number of times he’d said that.

“And it’s still true, every. single. time.” He punctuated every word with a kiss to your temple as he wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you into a hug.

You looked around your perfectly decorated home, a sense of pride and warmth filling your heart. Of course you and Steve hadn’t entirely made it yet, but it was a humble beginning for the both of you that you loved and truly couldn’t get enough of.

You allowed your head to rest on Steve’s chest, hearing his heart beat like a steady drum.

However, your tender moment wouldn’t last long, as a group of kids had finally rung the doorbell, making you and Steve smile at each other.

“Looks like we’ve finally got our first little goblins.” Steve joked, grabbing the candy bowl from the end table.

You couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at how excited Steve was to hand out candy. Granted he’d never done it before, but it was still cute how he practically sprang to be the first to hand out candy.

You heard the chorus of “trick or treat!” As Steve opened the door, and caught a glimpse of a little astronaut, a ghost, and a mummy at your front door, their candy bags were already halfway full as Steve gave each kid a handful. Each kid said thank you as they excitedly left the front porch in a hurry, sprinting off to the next house.

“Happy Halloween!” Steve called after them, making you smile again. He’d always been good with kids, but of course when you have to manage six newly-teenage monsters all the time, you start to pick up some skills.

The timer had dinged, interrupting your thoughts. You sighed, whisking yourself over to the oven, shutting it off as you opened the door and retrieved the brownies with your favorite oven mitt. You set the pan atop the burners, allowing it to cool as you started cutting perfect squares.

You heard another group of kids at the door, a chorus of “trick or treat!” and “happy halloween!” filling your home once again, and Steve complimenting each of the kids’ costumes as he handed out candy.

After a couple minutes, you heard the door click shut, meaning that you were free of interruptions for at least the next few minutes.

Steve set the bowl of candy on the table near the front door, dramatically puffing his cheeks out as he exhaled.

“Tired already?” You asked, carefully picking one of the corner pieces out for Steve, setting it on a small dessert plate. You never understood why he liked the corner pieces, despite his argument of it being the perfect balance of crunchy and soft, but it was one of the many quirky things you loved about him. You also never really understood why he loved the halloween brownies so much, considering it was just a normal brownie with m&m’s, chopped up reese’s cups, and festive sprinkles mixed into the batter.

“I didn’t think we’d get that many in the span of two minutes. That was like…ten kids.” Steve counted on his fingers, unable to recall exactly how many kids had shown up.

“Well, have this as compensation for your hard work.” You offered him the plate, and he felt like his senses were in overdrive. It smelled absolutely delicious to him, and looked divine.

Steve took the plate from you, then took a bite of the brownie. “You know you’ll have to make these every year, right?”

“Only if you’ll dress up as Barbie and Ken with me next year.” You joked, knowing that Steve hated the idea of being a Ken doll with as much as he’d been called one.

“Yeah, that’s a no.” Steve smiled, chuckling as he finished the brownie, setting the plate in the sink.

“Suit yourself, Harrington.” You smirked, taking a bite of your brownie, “guess you don’t want those brownies next year.”

The doorbell rang again before Steve could answer, and he wiggled his finger at you, gesturing that you’d gotten lucky from the interruption as he strode to the living room, preparing for the trick or treaters once more.

“I’m getting those brownies, by the way!” He called over his shoulder before opening the door and being met with a new group of kids, each one in a unique costume.

“Keep telling yourself that!” You laugh to yourself, storing the baked treats away in a pastry container.

After a few minutes, Steve returned to the kitchen, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his head on your shoulder.

Without looking, you offered him another brownie, which he took a bite of over your shoulder, his arms still linked around your waist.

“Seriously?” You giggled, wiping away the crumbs that had fallen onto your shirt.

“I love you.” Steve tried to say it rather cutely, planting a kiss on your cheek, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work to keep him out of trouble.

“I love you too, goof.” You smiled at him, resting your head against his.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things fics #morgan’s halloween themed fics #morgan’s writings

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ajgrey9647 · 4 months

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"Oh, you poor thing.” + Post Shattered Grid Skull or Adam? (for some reason this feels like either of them and it occurs to me you don't wander very far from the main rangers much)

Wild Tales from the Palace Halls

The early days following the apparent demise of Lord Drakkon consisted of a tenuous mutually beneficial alliance between the Coinless and the former Sentries who served the hated tyrant. Each group remained deeply mistrustful of the other and misunderstandings were not uncommon. Some days it was all Kimberly could do to keep the peace and avoid the whole bottom falling out.

Fortunately, the Ranger Slayer had an excellent liaison in Eugene Skullovitch. The rogue Sentry had a real knack for getting to the heart of the matter, soothing hurt, frazzled nerves, and wasn’t averse to telling it like it was. Both factions seemed to have some respect for the man which helped greatly in paving their way forward.

Their world would never be as it had before the asshole’s demented reign, but there were still things that were fixable, or at least made better. Unlike when Lord Drakkon ascended to power, there was no giant leap in technology or modern amenities in either direction. It seemed they were stuck in a disjointed, ‘out of time’ universe that had returned to the days of old.

As far as Skull was concerned, as long as Drakkon was slow roasting in the pits of hell, he’d take it.

It did seem to him that with the vile Ranger gone, the sky’s iridescent blue was brighter, the dry, brownish grass and barren trees growing into new green finery, and even the sun felt warmer. Birds chirped for the first time in decades, at least that he could recall.

Speaking of decades, it had been that if not longer that anyone had relaxed in the most accurate form of the word. Now several months out from their newfound freedom, members of the former Sentry guard and the rebellious Coinless resistance gathered around a small bonfire, enjoying the clear, starry night sky and regaling one another with wild tales of their various escapades.

When it came to ‘wild tales’, however, the Sentries won hands down considering Drakkon’s elaborate and theatrical fuckery. The Coinless listened, wide eyed and open mouthed as they were regaled with the most ‘what the fuck’ stories they’d ever heard.

Adam had just finished up his exotic walk on the wild side as he’d helped to spearhead a ‘snipe hunt’ at Lord Drakkon’s direction. The poor fellow being stalked for sport had made the grievous error of merely existing when the bastard was having a mental melt down over some dumb shit or another. It had been enough that he’d even kicked Red squarely in the mouth when the abomination attempted to pacify him.

Scorpina rolled her eyes heavily when the Black Sentry finished and huffed a sigh.

“That sounds rather ostentatious for a punishment,” she accused. “A lot of work for what exactly?”

Skull laughed good naturedly in response.

“Consider who we’re talking about here,” he managed. “There was no in between with that wild fucker. He was the definition of ‘go big or go home’.”

He took a long pull on the dented, discolored flask he always kept on hand. Grinning at the assembled faces flickering on the other side of the flames, he stood and spread his arms grandly.

“As hair raising as the snipe hunts were, I’ve got one better. A tale so fucked up I’d almost rather slathered myself in honey and dry humped a grizzly bear.”

Adam raised a disbelieving brow.

“Alright then, let’s hear it.”

Skull paced briskly before taking a dramatic pause, his silver eyes sparkling in the firelight.

“It was a chilly night in December when I entered the Twilight Zone…”

Briskly striding up the stone staircase, his boots clipped a staccato rhythm that set Skull’s nerves on edge. Biceps bulging under the weight of the large, wooden box hefted to his chest, he again cursed his misfortune at drawing the short straw. No one in their right mind wanted to go anywhere near Drakkon’s bedchamber.

The burdensome box contained an assortment of books, papers, photographs, and other odds and ends that Skull could see no discernable value in. Old fairy tales, watercolor renderings of knights and dragons, and the like were not things he would have envisioned the tyrant desiring above the assortment of gold, silver, and jewels he’d tossed dismissively in a vault in another wing. There were even toys in here for Christ’s sake!

Reaching the top of the stairs, Skull held his breath a moment as he paused, listening. It was rather late in the evening, the sun having just dipped below the horizon and casting purple and pink hues across the sky. Hopefully, Drakkon and his mutt were snoozing or otherwise engrossed with ‘wrestling’ one another, but Eugene doubted that.

‘If lady luck decides to smile upon me, maybe I can slip in and out without running into one of them.’

The outer chamber was quiet, a clock ticking softly on the side table situated at the end of the jacquard-covered couch. Skull scanned the opulently decorated room, the artwork and other fixtures made of fine metals and expensive touches. No one appeared to be awake and, silently, he tip-toed toward the glossy mahogany table right outside the closed bedroom door.

Sliding the box onto the smooth surface, he gave a small exhale of relief.

‘Almost home free.’

But, of course, with anything related to that slimy fuck, it wasn’t that simple.

An ominous tapping on his shoulder caused the Sentry to whirl around where, to his horror, he discovered Red standing rather closely behind him. The pet’s eyes were sparkling wetly, the pupil of his right eye so blown out that he resembled a cartoon character, complete with a wide psychotic smile plastered across his face.

“Oh shiiiittttt…” Red slurred mockingly at the same time the thought darted through Skull’s mind. “Caught… you… little bunny rabbit…”

He noted, with a touch of terrified amusement, that Red was decked out in a garishly decorated Christmas sweater, red and green lights blinking amidst an explosion of pom poms that had been hot glued to the fuzzy garment. Reindeer antlers made from brown felt and dotted with tiny bells sat atop his shaggy mane.

Red giggled and slowly held up a hand, his trembling finger pointed towards Eugene like ET in that old movie he used to watch as a lonely, neglected child. A skinny green and yellow woven ‘basket’ protruded from the fingertip.

“Slide your finger in the hole,” the creepy pet whispered loudly. “It’s a magic trick!”

Skull recognized the contraption as a Chinese finger trap. It’d been ages since he’d even thought about his old jokes and gags. The relic brought back fond memories of his teenage hideout in the mall where he purchased his top tier pranks.

As he struggled to decide how to react, Red stared at him with his dinner plate-sized eyes expectantly and the lanky man was well aware of Drakkon watching with interest, nearly hidden from view in the corner, draped across his chaise lounge. A small puff of smoke was idly blown from the corner of the tyrant’s lips, a small, slim cigarette pinched between a thumb and forefinger.

‘Yeah… that’s not a cigarette,’ Skull sighed, his nose wrinkling when the putrid odor reached his nostrils.

“Hey!” Red snickered, catching his attention again. “Come on… I won’t bite.”

The finger trap waggled impishly toward his chest.

Fixing a bemused smile on his face, Skull did as the canine requested, one long finger gliding down the rough fibers until he bumped the end of Red’s. His skin crawled with trepidation at being in such close proximity to Drakkon’s unstable beast, who cackled with delight at pulling one over on the man.

“Now try to get away!” he beamed mischievously. “Bet you can’t!”

Tugging gently, the Sentry gasped in mock surprise when the finger trap tightened, preventing his escape.

“Uh oh, Red. Looks like you’re stuck with me. And I didn’t pack a sleeping bag or change of underwear!”

The pet shrieked with joyful laughter, causing Skull to almost jump out of his skin.

“He’s funny,” he snorted to Drakkon. “Can he join us, master? Please? We haven’t started the movie yet.”

Already, Red was dragging him by the finger towards where the asshole reclined, watching them through half-lidded eyes as he took another hit off the blunt before passing it to the grey-haired man to enjoy. A vibrantly shaded Santa hat sat haphazardly on the evil Ranger’s head and he was swathed in a loosely belted Santa jacket, his bare chest visible where it hung open at the top. Of course, he was without any pants. Fortunately, the costume graced the top of his muscular thighs and blanketed his problematic cock.

A low table was situated before the chair and Skull noted a large jar packed full of jewel colored ‘gummy bears’ that were larger than he remembered them being, two large bottles of Crown and a jumbled pile of various cans of soda. A bowl heaping with an assortment of different chips was perched precariously near the edge.

‘Who’d have thought? Santa Claus and his jolly little reindeer up here getting drunk and high… Interesting.’

Drakkon looked him up and down, one brow lifting.

“You look familiar. Don’t I know you?” he drawled lazily.

Skull shrugged, trying not to panic.

“Probably not, my lord. I imagine over time all us mindless fucks blur together,” he simpered, trying to kiss the right amount of ass so Drakkon wouldn’t remember their contentious history.

“Ehhh, most likely,” the asshole grumbled, lifting a full glass of alcohol to his lips, sloshing some on his exposed flesh. “How about it, mindless fuck? My Red is charmed by your wit and would like you to join our party.”

This was a clearly loaded and tricky question. Considering the tyrant’s inebriated state, there was no telling what answer he was looking for. This was true on a good day, even worse now.

Skull was literally staring death in the face right now and he knew it.

“Well, it certainly looks fun. You’ve got everything covered. Booze, smokes, munchies, and a movie. Even the fun gummies…soaked overnight in alcohol I assume?”

Red giggled, playfully tugging on the finger still trapped end to end with his own.

“Of course! Perhaps my master will be willing to share his stash with you as well. If you continue to amuse us…”

Skull bowed his head submissively towards Drakkon, his hand still attached awkwardly to Red’s by the scratchy finger trap.

“If it pleases you, my Lord… Your wish is my command.”

Beady eyes slid from the Sentry over towards Red’s giddy face with its goofy stoned grin. He shrugged, pointing at the carpet close by his lounger behind the snack laden table.

“Take a load off.”

Obediently, Skull sank to the floor, crossing his legs and trying to keep his cool while in shark infested waters. Red plopped heavily next to him, making no move to release him from the finger trap. Clumsily, the pet poured his new buddy a glass of Crown with a spritz of soda, the liquid spilling over onto the tabletop as the tyrant began to manipulate the controls to the movie projector.

‘Didn’t notice that before,’ Skull commented to himself, politely lifting his cup to his lips despite the overwhelming burn of alcohol.

Red laughed and promptly stuffed a nacho flavored chip into the other man’s mouth.

“You gotta eat with that or… you’ll get… fucking… plastered,” he kindly slurred. “You’ll fall… right on your… ass.”

The loud intro to the movie started blasting through the speakers, nearly making Skull jump through the ceiling.

“Got ants in your pants…” the pet teased. “I’ve got bugs too. They’re in my brain, crawling into my mind.”

Drakkon rolled his eyes in the dimness.

“Darling, take a another hit and settle down.”

As the movie progressed, both unstable beasts continued munching chips, throwing back ‘gummy bears’, slugging down glass after glass of intoxicating drinks, and puffing like chimneys. Skull feared he’d eventually be conscripted into further participation in their festivities and he was right. With all the right ingredients in play, he valiantly struggled to keep his wittiness under wraps.

Though he was very interested to know what exactly the two boneheads were celebrating, he managed to refrain from asking. It was probably something that only made sense in their demented minds anyways.

“Welcome to Jurassic Park!” a character dramatically announced from the screen.

Mostly the trio was silent as the movie played on, only the sounds of crunching chips and the clink of glasses making any noise.

“My favorite is the T-Rex,” Red chirped suddenly when the monstrous dinosaur made its appearance, earning him a dirty look from his master. “His name is Rexy.”

“It’s a ‘she’, idiot. Remember they’re all chicks!” Drakkon hissed. “And you would like the Tyrannosaurus. It’s a pussy beast and so are you!”

A pillow arced through the air and smacked Red in the back, causing him to spill his drink all over his lap.

And Skull’s.

Red giggled bizarrely, then was silent as he watched the dinosaur ravage the wrecked car while roaring into the rainy night. Rudely Drakkon skipped the scene ahead until the T-Rex was gone.

“That’s enough of that bullshit.”

As the infinite night wore on, the pet calmed until his eyes appeared blurry in the scant light from the screen and, eventually, his head lowered to the table. From amidst the chips, soda cans, and gummies, he started to snore. Still, his finger dangled from the trap binding the Sentry to him.

Unfortunately, Lord Fuckwad was wide awake and puffing another roach so Skull was able to slip away. Periodically, those possumy eyes shifted his direction and he knew the tyrant was observing him, trying to decide how he felt about his intrusion in their little shindig. The Sentry sat as still as cemetery marker, willing himself to remain steady under the well of alcohol and weed seeding his brain.

Then blessedly, the movie was coming to an end, the triumphant T-Rex flinging the arrogant raptors across the visitor’s center. By that point, Red’s chin was perched on the table and he had resumed silently watching the show.

When the credits started to roll, Drakkon adjusted himself under the Santa robe.

“Red, it’s time to release your toy. You’ve got a pole to start polishing, beloved.”

Weary eyes gazed down at the trapped fingers and the pet seemed almost confused.

“Let me help,” Skull offered, gently reaching down and manipulating the contraption until they were both free.

Red’s eyes widened.

“How’d you figure that out?”

“Never mind how he figured it out, mutt. I’m leaking all over myself, so walk your little rabbit to the stairs then get that delectable tight ass over here,” the evil Ranger hissed in annoyance.

Even in his inebriated state, Skull felt bad for Red. He didn’t look like he was feeling that great after partying down and probably just wanted to sleep it off. But no rest for the wicked…

He would be lying if he said he didn’t immediately start running down the stairs and out the kitchen door into the night once the pet disappeared from sight, demurely ascending back to his master and his unpolished knob.

All was silent as Skull wrapped up his tale of tying one on with Lord Drakkon and Red, the other’s mouths agape.

“No way… They were getting wasted? I thought Drakkon didn’t believe in doing that shit?” Scorpina laughed, scarcely daring to imagine being in such a predicament.

Adam cleared his throat and patted her hand.

“Not all the time. He was usually too paranoid. But there were times….” He tried to curb his grin.

“There was that one time, I caught them doing a line of blow. They didn’t see me and I didn’t announce my presence,” the Black Sentry admitted.

Skull shook his head in disbelief.

“Too bad the problem didn’t take care of itself,” he grunted. “Well, I mean… I’m glad Jason…errr Red… didn’t bite it, but that asshole could have drowned in white powder for all I care.”

Adam nodded.

“I don’t know how you didn’t have a heart attack, Skull…. Sitting between them both high as kites…”

“I was just a fortunate soul to party down with Drakkon and live to tell the tale.”

Another voice cut in, one that they didn’t know was in attendance.

“Oh you poor thing…”

Standing just outside their circle was the Ranger Slayer, a slight smirk on her face.

“Oh shit! Kim! Sorry! We didn’t know you were coming out!”

Skull was horrified that his old friend might be distressed at hearing these experiences being relived by others ensnared by the monster’s fuckery. And he certainly didn’t want to dredge up unpleasant memories for her either.

Approaching the lanky man, Kimberly confidently snatched his flask from his fingers and tossed by a long swig.

“I can do you guys one better,” she boasted, looking from Skull to Adam then to the others.

Adam swiftly shook his head.

“Kim, that’s not nec…” he started, before Scorpina elbowed him in the ribs.

“Out with it!” she goaded.

Tossing Skull’s flask back into his nimble grasp, the Slayer grinned.

“Who here has had the pleasure of being ordered to fuck Red? While Drakkon watched and jerked off, of course,” she posed to the stunned group.

Glancing at the assorted horrified and disbelieving expression, Kim raised a brow.

“What? Just me?”

She gave a cheeky curtsy.

“Looks like I take the cake then!”

Skull finally managed to blink and sputtered in confusion.

“He had you… and Jason… No way!”

Kim just nodded and shrugged.

“He wanted to breed his doggie.”

Scorpina stood and grabbed Skull’s flask, taking her turn downing the skunky brew.

“What a mind fuck! How did you handle that when you discovered Red was really Jason?”

“Not well. I’m still processing it, honestly. And since everyone seems to find humor helpful, I thought I’d give it a try.”

Adam shook his head and in his characteristic quiet voice muttered in wonderment.

“Well, goddamn…”

#lord drakkon #boom! comics power rangers #power rangers #ao3 author #world of the coinless jason #coinless jason #tumblr prompt #tumblr asks

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aris-lazy-anime-reviews · 8 months

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End of Season Review: Bungo Stray Dogs (Season 5)

I keep telling myself that I'm not going to bother keeping up with this series anymore... and yet here I am again.

Season 5 was honestly kind of a mess. While this season doesn't try to haphazardly shove in a light novel story that wastes precious episodes, the story still felt rushed as hell. We're given no time for plot points/developments to sink in, or for any character development to stick; because uh oh--we have to rush on to the next plot twist! It's maddening.

I am also deeply unhappy with how the ultimate big bad was handled, both in their character motivation and their fate. Their reason for doing evil things was so dumb (in my opinion) that it made the entire two-season arc felt pointless in hindsight.

I also dislike that BSD just straight up forgets about most of its major female characters. This was pretty noticeable in previous seasons, but it's downright egregious here. (The end credits shot of [redacted] and [redacted] just felt like such a slap in the face since they didn't even... contribute anything to the last half of the season?!?)

Season 5 does finally wrap up a rather long arc that was kickstarted in season 4, but it does so in such a way that it strains ones' suspension of disbelief. A of stuff that happened in the final episode (episode 61) felt like such asspulls. If season 5 had simply ended with a (sorta) satisfying conclusion, then that would have at least been fine--but noooo they had to put in a random cliffhanger moment featuring scenes so ridiculous that I wanted to throw my hands up in the air.

While I did enjoy season 5 slightly more than season 4, the only good things I can really say about it are that the animation is still top-notch, and the Aya's presence is greatly welcomed. (She's the real MVP for sure).

Out of five:

2.5 out of 5

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emmythespacecowgirl · 1 year

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Hi! I would like to request a Band of Brothers ship!

I am 5’5 (she/her) and I have long dark brown hair with bangs. I’m very pale, I have hazel eyes, and I usually wear glasses. My personality type is INFP, enneagram 9, and I am usually a little timid and shy, and tend to keep to myself around new people. I don’t like conflict so I’m pretty agreeable and easygoing, but once you get to know me I’m more talkative and witty! I can also be a little stubborn at times. I’m a hard worker, and when I set my mind on something I usually get it done. I prefer to keep a small circle of close friends (I’ve known most since middle school,) and I really enjoy spending time with friends and family. I really value loyalty and honesty. I enjoy doing new and exciting things, and I love to travel and see new places that I haven’t been before (I especially love road trips.) I also enjoy reading, hiking, doing puzzles, listening to music, and watching movies. I’m also a December Sagittarius ♐️

Thank you!!

hey nonnie! thanks for submitting!

I ship you with:

Harry Welsh from Band of Brothers!

ship theme song: I'm In Love with You by The 1975

am I about to break up the wholesome relationship that is Harry/Kitty?

yes i am

would i do it again?

probably ;)

but listen.

the moment that Harry met you

it was definitely an "ok, this one is different" moment

he thought you were French for a month

idk why i guess it was the bangs and glasses?

so he was embarrassing himself for a month by trying to speak really bad French to you

he probably asked you out 3 or 4 times before you eventually said yes

it's not that you didn't want to

you just weren't sure what the other officers would think

but you have to admit

Harry is at least as stubborn as you are :)

Harry would be good for you as he can help you work through your fear of conflict

any kind of argument with Harry is a lively event

and he never puts your opinion down or makes you feel dumb about how you feel

he greatly admires your tenacity and hard work

he will brag about you to anyone who will listen

he's even rambled to an inebriated, comatose Nix a couple of times

getting you to open up was a pleasant challenge for Harry

and the payoff was so worth it!

you two get up to so much fun together

nobody can match Harry's wit and humor like you can :)

you're like hell on wheels together it's great

Harry is your built-in travel buddy

whenever you both have free time, you're always traveling somewhere fun

Harry also likes to brag to everyone about your phenomenal taste in books/movies/music

you have great sway over Harry's media consumption

he likes that, too ;)

also, December Sagittarius: perfect pairing!

#enjoy :)#my work #ships #bob ships #the pacific ships #harry welsh

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bonyato · 2 years

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OUSAMA RANKING FOR THE FANDOM ASK GAME!

❖𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐨 (𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭): BOJJI is the character I think abt the most bc he’s my baby and I adore him, naturally, but I often find myself thinking abt Queen Hilling and Despa quite a lot as well. They’re all very dear to me 🥰🥰 What a bunch of sweethearts.

❖𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐲 (𝐦𝐲 “𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲”, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐨 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝): BOJJI AND KAGE, OFC!!!!!!!💞💞 THEY’RE MY CUTE LITTLE DARLINGS!! I LOVE THEM SO DEARLY, THEY MAKE MY DAYS 100% BRIGHTER <33333

❖𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐁𝐢𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐨 (𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝/𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞): HOKURO HOKURO HOKURO, DEFINITELY HOKURO!!!!!!!!!!!! I think that man’s greatly underrated!! I’ve loved him from the start, but I haven’t seen many ppl share that sentiment, not as strongly at least hehe <xP Probably bc he wasn’t/isn’t (?) as interesting as the rest of the cast, but his kindheartedness captivated me almost immediately,, 🥺 I always thought it was sweet how he’d always be so nice to Bojji, and the fact that he was so attached to him from a very short age! And as I kept watching, my love for him did nothing but grow after seeing the way he reacted when he found out about Domas’ attempted murder. His undying loyalty and affection towards the prince, to the point that he was willing to risk and give up his LIFE after thinking that he had been unable to protect hIM— *SOB SOB*

He’s just . . . a genuinely good man. I rly appreciate him!! :’>♡

❖𝐆𝐥𝐮𝐩 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐨 (𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝟎.𝟐 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤): I don’t think they’re exactly “obscure faves” but— I think Gigan, Mitsumata and Sheena would fit this description the best :) They don’t appear all that much, but when they do it makes me smile ♡ (in most cases at least)

❖𝐏𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐞𝐨𝐰 (“𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐜”/𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐨𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐥/𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞): DAIDA!!!! My precious little boy AND meow meow!! 🥺 My opinion on him changed SIGNIFICANTLY over the course of the anime; went from hating his guts to being worried sick abt him all the time and constantly praying for his safety hsjdhkf </3 He has done some pretty awful things in the past (SPECIALLY to his brother, which is why I used to dislike him so much), but . . . the poor kid has many struggles of his own as well :( And while I’m not saying that justifies his actions, I do think I understand why he acted the way he did a lot better now. ( •́ω•̩̥̀ ) Overall, he’s just a rly complex character, and I love that about him!!!!

I think I could also put Desha under the same category as well. My beloved war criminal <3 <3 <3 /J

❖𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐨 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐧, 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧): Words can’t even begin to describe just how much I would ENJOY to bully the HELL out of Domas. 😊♥ He sucks so bad, he’s such a fucking loser.

❖𝐄𝐞𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐞𝐛𝐲 (𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥): Ok so, I know this anime has the tendency to introduce new characters and present them like they’re the worst human beings in all of existence, only to reveal that they’re actually Not That Bad later on; therefore, I might change my mind about whatever I’m about to say as the show progresses. That being said, I’m gonna be voicing my opinion based on my current knowledge about these characters! So: Miranjo and King Bosse. They can both choke :) Specially Miranjo, eat shit and die and burn in Superhell forever. Kill kill bite bite kill kill bite.

Aside from dumb and dumber over there, I believe anyone who has ever wronged Bojji and Kage deserves death penalty. ♡ /hj

#asks #ousama ranking #NANA NANA NANA‼️ UFJHDGFHGJH TYSM FOR GIVING ME THIS CHANCE TO TALK ABT MY BLORBOS <3333333 I SRSLY CAN'T THANK U ENOUGH #this show's full of excellent characters and I'M ALWAYS HAPPY TO YELL ABT ALL OF THEM!!!!!!!!!!!

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lazarettta · 3 years

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Misthios VII

Pairing (Mother Miranda x Spartan!Reader)

Rating (M)

Word Count (4.6k)

Warning (probably language right now)

You and Miranda are finally moving on to having that long chat that's separated you both for centuries.

The Queen's eyes fluttered open, finally waking with the morning rays of the sun peaking over the mountain. Her balcony doors were wide open to let the cool night breeze into her personal chambers while the two fireplaces burned well into the night. It was a combination of warm and cool that her majesty enjoyed greatly as it helped her with sleep.

Of course, sharing her bed with you also aided with her troubles with sleep for the past few months since your arrival to the region. Wonderful in all the ways she could never have imagined; a warrior and a lover, the two things that made her life easier—and the lives of her enemies that much worse.

It had been well past dinner time when you returned to the castle along with the squadron of soldiers you'd gone with including a Captain of the military who was leading the raid. Part of your armor had been slashed and torn, stained with blood and whatever else you encountered outside of the castle walls.

But when Miranda stood in the doorway of her private bath watching as you stripped of your amour—she witnessed no open wounds for her to tend to or fret over, but blood stained your skin anyway. Even though she knew that she should have the moment she noticed: Miranda never questioned why you'd always have a new scar every other day or why your shirts had the evidence of a stab wound taking place right above your hip, including a blood stain, but all you could do was smile when asked about it.

“ Is everything alright, your majesty?”

Miranda blinked, her mind coming back to reality now finding herself sitting up in her bed currently being blinded by the morning sun. The Queen sighed heavily, looking down at your sleeping form—as always you were on your back with one arm tucked beneath one of the pillows behind your head and the other was being used as Miranda's pillow for most of the night. As always.

Like herself, you were bare as the day you were born...your entire torso shamelessly revealed for her roaming insatiable eyes...and she smirked when a particularly cool breeze swept through the room. She watched the goosebumps rise under your exposed skin, including your nipples making Miranda hum softly.

“ Y-your majesty?”

Miranda, suddenly remembering just what, or rather who, had bothered her before and looked towards the girl, pleased when she saw that her eyes were on the floor.

“ Everything is more than alright, girl, however you may leave... I'll be out shortly.”

A hand curling around her waist brought Miranda's gaze from the closing double doors where the meek girl disappeared through and back to you. Your eyes were still closed but you were starting to wake up, stretching like a feline and again Miranda's eyes were drawn to your chest.

“ Carved by the Gods,” she mumbled, the tips of her nails tracing your firm abdomen with no particular pattern, simply enjoying the light marks she was leaving behind around your belly button, knowing how much you enjoyed when she did that as well.

You saw the thoughtful look on Miranda's face when you opened your eyes but you couldn't stop the giant yawn from escaping, “Morning,”

Miranda smiled down at you, enjoying the way the sun made your skin glow but you weren't fooled by that smile—you were used to Miranda's smiles and this was one of her worries. The sort of smile where she wanted to reassure you while scolding you at the same time. You pulled away slightly, and sat up a bit so you could give her your full attention. When the monarch remained silent, simply staring at you, all you could do was raise an eyebrow...waiting.

Miranda scoffed at the action, shaking her head, “It's ironic isn't it, how we the others tales...but we do not truly know each other, do we?”

You shrugged, smirking at her—refusing to hint at the nerves beginning to crawl up your spine, “Pretty sure we know each other inside and out, your highness.”

Miranda gave you a look, clearly unimpressed, “Yes, beneath that charm and nonchalance...is something quite fascinating, isn't there? And...it seems that your truth only comes to light during battle.”

“ Pardon?” you sat up a little more now, eyebrows furrowed—unsure where Miranda was going with this but you no doubt that it probably wasn't going to be good for you. Especially since you're naked and vulnerable but not defenseless.

“ Captain Ake came to me last night after I left you to your bath, he seemed quite concerned with something...and quite frankly, I'm curious myself.” Miranda's hand had stopped tracing patterns on your stomach, but her hand still lingered...and the moment her index finger traced over the raised skin right next to your belly button, the brand new one, you knew you fucked up.

“ About what?” You mumbled not daring to look down at her hand, and her eyes burned into yours—playing dumb would only get you so far—probably the dungeons if you were lucky. You knew exactly what Ake was concerned with though you weren't sure if he actually saw you take a sword through your gut as it was so dark and everything happened within a blink or two.

“ What I am going to say next may sound crazy, however, Captain Ake is one of my most loyal subject in this castle, and quite sane...he claims to have witnessed you being impaled,” Miranda exhaled slowly, “By the enemy...and somehow managed to walk away from it, unharmed. Would you mind telling me what happened, my dear?”

You stared at her for a second, “And...you believed him? Could I have really been stabbed by a sword and do what I did last night? Do you know how insane you sound?”

“ Watch your tongue! You're still addressing your Queen, warrior.”

“ I'm sorry, but you seriously don't believe that shit do you?”

“ I've been noticing a few things myself, (Y/n)...and I would really like some answers myself.”

“ Right. I'll take that as my signal to leave, your majesty. Thanks for letting me sleep here last night.”

Miranda's eyes narrowed slightly, reaching out to grab your wrist to prevent you from running from her, “(Y/n), do not run from me...I'm only trying to understand! You can trust me, this I promise you, I'm not going to hurt you.”

You wanted to believe her, but you had to learn the hard way that trust was nothing but a word—a word that can be broken over and over. You were too stupid to learn in the past but you weren't about to do the same thing now. Pushing the covers aside you threw some mundane excuse over your shoulder but before you could actually get to the edge of the bed, you were pulled back and pushed back into your previous position. It didn't actually hurt but it wasn't gentle either but you were pretty sure that it was Miranda that moved you, but you hadn't actually felt or seen her move a muscle.

“ W...how? Miranda?!”

Miranda smiled shyly at your bewildered expression—a very rare expression from the Queen but like yourself, she was feeling quite vulnerable, “You're not alone, (Y/n)...and neither am I.”

“ Neither....are you?” Miranda chuckled at your expression and your inability to put two and two together. When you tried to sit back up, Miranda's shy smile morphed into something more amused and predatory because you realized that you couldn't move—and Miranda still hadn't moved an inch.

“ Ah, now do I have your full attention?”

The closer you got to Miranda's home the more treacherous the path became and you'd lost sight of the woman flying low above the trees ten minutes ago—or what you thought to be ten minutes, you weren't sure. Your eyes were glued to the ground, keeping a firm but relaxed grip on the reign of your stallion, Bruce, whispering gently to him. Alcina called him a gentle giant and she wasn't exaggerating. The path was narrow and very unkempt but you wouldn't expect Miranda to make things easy, especially access to her private home.

There was a point that you weren't even sure you and Bruce were actually going to make it across but there was no way you could've turned the massive horse around either, forward was the only way and you weren't ashamed to admit that your heart was pounding hard enough to crack bones. The moment you cleared the trees, Miranda's home finally came into view—and you were not disappointed. It was a simple two story cabin practically etched into the mountain and you wanted to know how the hell she managed to get this place on the sliver of rock.

You'd brought Bruce to a stop just as Miranda appeared and landed gracefully on her porch even with her heels on (you caught a glimpse of them earlier when she started flying). From her porch alone, Miranda had a perfect view of everything . The village, the manor sitting on the waterfall, the factory and of course the castle. There was a light blanket of fog obscuring most of the view, but it was still breathtaking all the same.

You dismounted Bruce easily, gently guiding him to the post next to Miranda's porch. You fed him a few sugar cubes, gingerly untangling part of his dark mane and pulling free a few twigs and leaves.

“Further up the path I have there's a stable for him, we can take him later.”

You turned to look at Miranda, finding her standing in the door looking at you, her expression unreadable and you were too tired to try and decipher it. You double checked the post before steeling your nerves and joining her on her porch, it was roomier than it actually looked and you spotted a hammock on the other corner—not the usual netted sort, it looked like a quilt and quite comfortable too.

You followed Miranda inside, shutting out the cold—the interior of Miranda's home had you stock still at the front door with your hand still on the door knob. The space was open, having the living room and the eating area open with no barrier, and you could easily see the kitchen from where you stood. It was...cozy and warm.

“Surprised?” Miranda's voice brought your eyes to where she was, now half way up the stairs behind the kitchen wall, she wore a soft smile, the front of her robes already opened (you didn't even realize the fucking thing even had a zipper), revealing the slacks and blouse she wore underneath, “Did you expect me to live in a cave?”

“I expected you to at least have a TV.”

Miranda smirked but it didn't reach her eyes, “Are you going to stand there bitching about the lack of media corruption or do you want that shower?”

Your hand finally relaxed off of the door knob, the light throbbing resulting in just how hard you were holding the poor thing. You kicked off your boots at the door—they were covered in mud, snow and probably horse shit at some point, they were filthy. And the last thing you wanted to do was dirty up Miranda's wood floors.

She waited until you were on the stairs to continue up herself while slipping her robe from her shoulders and casually throwing it over her arm as if it were just a towel. “There are only three rooms on this floor. My own, the guest room and the bathroom.”

You raised an eyebrow, “One bathroom?”

“I don't exactly keep guests, dear.”

“So then why the extra bedroom?” you were being a shit, you knew it, but you couldn't help it—Miranda made it easy for you to tease her sometimes (all the time). You wanted to be more bothered over how easy it was for you to fall back into old habits with this woman.

“The longer you stand there being an idiot, the colder your water gets.”

You raised your hands slightly, moving past her towards the door she pointed to, flipping on the light—it was roomier than you expected it to be, dark and a bit modern but Miranda somehow still managed to keep it grand and medieval. The floor was made of stone, there was a grand shower with a curved glass door and next to it was a bear claw of a tub, melded into the floor like it was a hot spring. Across the floor was a single sink and a mirror, and next to it a door where you assumed you'd find the towels and toiletries. Just past the tub, was the toilet though there was a half wall there to offer some privacy and you spotted your backpack sitting on top of it neatly and that finally gave you pause.

“Figured you didn't want to walk around naked or wearing any of my clothes.”

You hadn't even noticed that you had actually walked into the bathroom, admiring it's simple yet beautiful décor or that Miranda followed you in until the shower sprung to life next to you.

She smiled at you apologetically, not having meant to startle you—but seeing you so easily bothered helped put her at ease. Miranda was good at hiding it, but she was quite nervous. Having you so near and so far from her at the same time in the comfort of her own home, her sanctuary—none of the other Lord's knew where she lived, they probably thought she lived in a cave or a nest or something. You were Miranda's first house guest since she arrived in this village.

She closed the shower door, watching you open your backpack—checking through it, and she couldn't stop the small smile from forming after you smirked, realizing that you were still without your weapons. But you didn't make a comment on it, instead beginning to pull out the things that you needed—until you realized that she was still in the room as well.

You raised an eyebrow at Miranda, and her smile only grew but the blonde simply shrugged her wings and tucked her wings tighter to her back as she exited the room, “I'll be downstairs when you're finished...”

“Miranda—”

She paused and you froze, fuck, why did you do that? You hadn't meant to call out to her, but your mouth was faster than your brain sometimes and now she was looking at you expectantly and all you could do was stare at her like a jackass. There was so much, too much, that you wanted to say but where could you even start? Why were you getting this courage in the fucking bathroom of all places?

“Downstairs.” She reminded you gently when the silence stretched too long—you had panicked and she saw that, and instead of jumping on you like the predator you knew that she was fully capable of being—she left you alone to your thoughts and the hot water steaming the room, calling your name. It was a welcome distraction even if it wouldn't be a forever one.

“Being immortal really is overrated.”

Miranda didn't go downstairs immediately, instead making a beeline for her bedroom and closed the door behind her but left it ajar enough for her to still hear you in the bathroom. Miranda carefully hung up her 'Mother Miranda' robe and began stripping out of the clothes she's been wearing for the past two days along with her rings; finally taking off the crown of Mother and just becoming Miranda with every stitch of clothing she removed from her flawless skin.

Standing naked in front of her full-length mirror, Miranda whispered a delicate but very familiar spell she's known since she was a small child and she winced quietly as her wings folded back into her body for the next six or seven hours. The spell wasn't forever but Miranda often used it when she was home to avoid breaking her things as she often did if she let her wings remain as they were, they often got restless if she stayed home and still too long so she just opted for putting them away to save herself the trouble. And money.

When the last two smaller ones on her lower back finally retreated into her skin, Miranda rolled her shoulders to pop out the kinks. She got dressed in a pair of washed out pants and a v-neck shirt, and at the last minute Miranda threw on her dark wool cardigan before heading back downstairs but not before pausing outside of the bathroom door. She heard you humming over the shower and though she didn't recognize the song, it still made her smile.

Suddenly feeling like a creeper, Miranda moved away from the door and went downstairs to start on the coffee she was craving earlier. She got her fireplace going but that all took less than ten minutes and now she found herself back in her kitchen, pulling ingredients from her refrigerator to give her something to do besides fret.

“ You shouldn't be so comfortable with your champion, in public.” Fritjof complained for the thousandth time in her ear—he was one of her primary advisors, having been employed by her late husband, the former King. He was always a bit of an annoyance, but he often proved himself useful and unwittingly saved his own life time to time from Miranda's ire.

“ I was only congratulating her on another victorious raid on a neighboring kingdom that thought it wise to steal from us, or have you forgotten that little fact, Fritjof?”

He frowned, not liking her tone but he quickly corrected his features knowing that they were still in the halls on their way to the Queen's study, but there were still eyes on them, “I...yes, but it sends the wrong message when you send a blood wolf to handle this kingdoms affairs instead of your loyal officers! You make us all look weak!”

Miranda stopped walking, and whirled around on Fritjof, her coat wrapping around her leather clad legs as she did so, and the frail man jumped back a step, knowing that he overstepped a line severely, “A-apologies—”

“ You will apologize with your tongue!” Miranda hissed, “Though I'm sure (Y/n) would rather have your head for all the times you've questioned her loyalty to this kingdom! We're coming up on eight years, Fritjof, and (Y/n) has helped this kingdom prosper more than you ever could've in your twenty years with my late husband.” Miranda sneered dangerously, edging closer to him and the terrified man could only back up into the table, knocking over a vase but Miranda paid it no mind, “One more word about this and I will have you removed. Permanently.”

Fritjof swallowed harshly, beads of sweat forming at his hairline and rolling down his face, and Miranda's sneer deepened in disgust, “Please, your highness, I'm only looking out for the future of the kingdom! It—it needs an heir and a King! The other kingdoms will never recognize your power without either—” his words were cut off when Miranda struck him down, a single line of blood staining a portrait on the wall behind him. Miranda struck faster than he could react and Fritjof cried out in pain, alerting the guards who came running but stopped when they saw their Sovereign standing over the slimy advisor holding part of his face, blood starting to seep through his fingers.

“ For every brilliant woman, there's always a stupid man thing to be found.” Miranda stepped over his pathetic body and continued on her way, rolling her shoulders back when her back began to twinge in response to her high and irritated emotions, and she needed release. “Get him out of my sight and find my champion; send her to me when you do.”

“ Yes, my Queen.” They both replied, one of them roughly hauling Fritjof to his feet and pushing him forward, but not before the man could cast one last glance at Miranda's retreating back until he was shoved forward. “Move!”

The cabin was filled with the aroma of sweet bread and coffee and your stomach was growling something vicious halfway down the stairs after you put your back in the guest room. Miranda had her back to you and you took the moment to stop at the bottom of the stairs to just observe her. The very first thing you noticed was that her wings were gone and she was more relaxed—it probably had a lot to do with her being in her own home, and it was starting to make more sense why she wanted to be in the comfort of her own home for this conversation. Though her argument for privacy was valid as well.

Your eyes flickered around the open space, spotting something tucked in the corner of the living room and scoffed without meaning to and alerting Miranda of your presence, if she wasn't already. She turned from her task of fixing you both something to eat to watch you walk across the room to where the object of your interest lay with a carefully crafted expression.

“Didn't take you for owning a rifle.”

“It's ten years old, I believe.” Miranda hummed quietly, dusting off her hands before taking down a couple of plates from the cabinet above the stove. You looked at her when she didn't elaborate, really curious now.

“It's in pretty good condition, really beautiful...where did you get it?” you checked the clip and saw that there were exactly ten rounds in there. When Miranda didn't answer you immediately, you found her watching you.

“It's not mine.” Miranda set the plates at the small eating table that could easily seat two other people, “I took it from a witch hunter as he was so kind to come all this way to visit. He tried to kill me in my sleep like a coward. He intrudes upon my home and couldn't be bothered to give me an honorable death. The audacity of men certainly hasn't changed over the years.”

Her tone was not lost on you and you knew that the witch hunter was long dead. You traced the steel design grip, impressed at the detail—and distracted.

“Oh, so now you hate men?” Ah... and once again your mouth was faster than your brain could process, and just like that her eyes were on your back—you felt it.

“I've always hated men, (Y/n). I...” she sighed harshly, her eyes turning into a glare, “Stop doing that, you don't have the entire story so if you're done being an ass and running from this conversation—I would really like to clear the air between us so we can move on from this.”

“You mean your truth that you want me to hear so badly?” You chuckled though it lacked any amusement. You set the rifle down, finally giving her your full attention then sighed heavily—a sudden exhaustion falling over you, “Would it really matter at this point, Miranda? It happened centuries ago...we both moved on, why do you want to drudge this back up?”

“Why don't you?” Miranda moved around the table, the coffee and snack forgotten in the moment, but she didn't try to approach you, “I'm not the only one who was in the wrong, (Y/n).”

“Do you think I cared about your status when I found out the woman I loved married a man behind my back and didn't even fucking tell me! I had to find out in the middle of that stupid ball you wanted to throw so bad after we invaded those rebellion villages. I gave you everything and you betrayed me . I crossed lines for you, Miranda. I thought that would warrant enough decency to be honest with me. I-”

You stopped, your face was hot and you exhaled heavily—doing your best not to sniffle, you hated that you were the type to fucking cry when your emotions bubbled to the surface too fast. Especially when the topic is something you've buried long deep in the dark corners of your mind with no hope for daylight again. You just never thought you'd bump into your past like this. And it's been years since you've had to deal with anything on a personal level after your last child passed away fifty years ago at the tender age of eighty-six.

Miranda saw the emotions playing across your face with a frown but otherwise her own emotions were carefully hidden, she was always better at that than you were, and inched closer, “(Y/n)...”

“We've both obviously lived with this hurt and came out fine,” you cut her off, not looking at her but instead at your bare toes with your hands back in your pockets, “What's closure gonna do besides bring up old hurt?”

“No, that's not it at all, I just...” Miranda coughed lightly and cleared her throat,—your question was valid as she's asked herself this many times before, asking herself why she didn't just let you go in the forest—she could've let you go and saved you both from this reopened wound. But she didn't because she couldn't and Miranda wouldn't apologize for it. Because she's always been a selfish woman, and one of her most selfish needs—even when she first laid eyes on you—she knew that you were hers. That never changed, time could never take that away from her.

“This life is long and lonely, (Y/n)...and I've made many mistakes, most I will never have a chance to atone for...and when I saw you,” Miranda looked into your eyes and bit her bottom lip, you weren't even looking at her anymore, “I've lost so much in this life, and I refused to lose you a second time. The first time I was...I was corrupted with greed and power, but I was stupid and it cost me everything too, (Y/n).”

You looked up, surprised by her words, “He took your kingdom from you, didn't he?”

“ You!” Miranda moved closer, though you hardly noticed because you were focused on her eyes that were duller than they were down in the village but just as clear, bright and brimming with tears, “He took you from me. He took us away from each other, (Y/n). I'm not innocent in it either, I...I could've done something about it, but I didn't and it was the biggest mistake I could've made in my entire existence. And I think about it more than I care to admit, I think about you...wondering what sort of life we could've shared together had I made better choices. I'm...I'm sorry, (Y/n).”

Miranda was close enough to touch you now, and this time she didn't hesitate nor did you pull away when both of her hands cupped your cheeks, making you shiver. “Miranda...”

Miranda's hands tightened on your face, obviously thinking you were about to argue again but you were tired of arguing with her, over this...before she could speak, you took Miranda by surprise and pulled her into a tight embrace, both of your arms around her waist and you caught her when her entire body sagged in your arms. You had no idea what was going to happen after this, but that little piece of you that longed for the closure you never got...began to grow.

“I'll stay.”

#resident evil miranda x reader #resident evil village #resident evil 8 #mother miranda x reader #mother miranda #assassins creed odyssey

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shuttershocky · 3 years

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If you could make a trigger warning list for Tsukihime, what would be on it? There's a lot of people who are just getting interested in it with the remake (myself included) and I think having a tw list would be a really nice thing for those getting in now. If you can't remember every scene, a general list is good enough!

Oh boy.

Ohhhhhhhh boyyyyyyyyy.

Alright. So. A little bit of explanation: there's a reason why Nasu actually wants to remake this game. Tsukihime is by miles his darkest and most brutal work, and a lot of it is completely unnecessary edginess made by poor and almost literally starving Nasu and Takeuchi. Kara No Kyoukai wasn't exactly making waves, and the two were living on cup noodles and working other jobs to keep themselves afloat. To finish the VN Takeuchi even made Nasu quit his job and worked two in his stead (biking home in-between said jobs to do art) just so Nasu would have time to write. The nastiness of what they felt at the time is everywhere in the script, and it speaks to Nasu's talent that what came out wasn't complete edgelord garbage.

Did you ever read the original Fate/Stay Night? Did you get taken abrupt when Illya and Berserker first attack Shirou, Rin, and Saber, and Illya orders Berserker to behead Saber and rape the corpse so that Saber would rather die than continue to regenerate and fight? Did you think that kinda came out of nowhere and was unnecessary? The Realta Nua rerelease didn't just remove all the bad sex scenes, they removed lines like those entirely.

Tsukihime has waaaaaaaay more of that, and unlike Fate/Stay Night it couldn't easily edit all of them out and get rereleased without changing the story. It needed to be rebuilt from the ground up.

Personally, I've been so excited for the remake because Nasu has expressed regret before on how misogynistic his writing was before. Specifically he was asked in an interview about his focus on female characters in his works and he something like "I've been told before 'Nasu respects womens rights' because of all the powerful girls in my works, but looking back I can clearly see my own prejudices" especially singling out how Shirou treated Saber in the Fate route and how Tohno Shiki needed to get uppercut by Arcueid. I'm far more excited to see how Nasu will approach Tsukihime with that hindsight in mind more than I am about the visual and music upgrades the VN will get. I don't think Nasu wants to (or even should) remove all the problematic content of the original Tsukihime as this IS a work of horror, but a lot of editing would greatly improve the script.

Releasing Tsukihime R on PS4 isn't just a message of a console release, it's a sign that things will be different this time due to Sony's strict rules (that do not apply to its first party games apparently).

With that being said, a general trigger warning list from memory:

1.) There is a LOT of rape and sexual assault. Mentions of the act, internal narration from characters witnessing or attempting to find someone to rape, Shiki can straight up rape two of the girls on two seperate routes if he makes the wrong choice (he will be killed the day after). There's also a line where Shiki tells Ciel that if she doesn't do what he says, he'll rape her. The context there is that he's extremely weak and she can snap him like a twig so he just shouts the most hurtful thing he can think of, but it's still dumb. If I remember correctly, there's a choice that makes Shiki sexually assault Hisui and it DOESNT lead to a dead end, with most guides recommending that choice to get the CGs. I got annoyed and that's when I made my own guide for the route.

2.) Unknown to Shiki, his family's bloodline carries a powerful violent impulse to kill any non-human they see, strong enough to temporarily take over their wills and delight in murder by conflating it with sexual pleasure. The first time Shiki sees Arcueid, he falls into a trance and stalks her back home before brutally cutting her up into 17 pieces and experiences multiple orgasms while doing so. He then comes to his senses and starts vomiting and crying from what he just did and the shame of how much he enjoyed doing it. They're not taking this scene out (It's in the remake PV) but I'm preeeettyyyy sure Shiki's narration won't suddenly talk about how much his dick is loving this.

3.) Incest. Akiha is Shiki's sister. She's also a romantic interest. Technically they're adopted so it's not incest and they haven't seen each other in 8 years so it's not like they grew up together the whole time, but any tine you got to say "technically it's not incest", it's not great. I heavily doubt this is getting removed from the Remake as it's, you know, a whole route. On the other hand, Akiha has a biological brother, and he is creepy about her so that's 100% guaranteed ick right there, but fortunately he never goes far enough that you can tell if he's a sicko or if he's just really possessive of his sister.

4.) Kohaku's backstory. Koha-Ace once joked that this is the true reason the Remake took so long. It forms the backbone of Tsukihime and one of the main threads that ties everything together, but also Kohaku is the middle link between Fujino and Sakura. You can guess what that means.

5.) Heavy gaslighting, heavier drugs. Both Shiki's past and his present in the far side routes involve an almost hilarious relationship to the truth. Everyfuckingbody is lying to Shiki, and his father literally gaslights him with magic by using hypnosis to conveniently erase some traumatic memories that the old man is responsible for and replace them with falsehoods. Shiki nonchalantly talks about his terrible memory when it comes to his childhood throughout the VN, but the actual reason for that is that he got gaslit to hell and back. In the present, Shiki gets drugged out of his mind by someone in his house, and experiences long and detailed hallucinations, all the while being told by his family that nothing is going on. It becomes difficult to tell what's really going on; if he's really walking around town or if he's in bed babbling at the ceiling. It is terrifying and is a part of what gives the Far Side routes great psychological horror, but it still deserves a TW.

6.) Suicide. At least one character kills themselves onscreen.

7.) Torture. In the Ciel route, Roa tortures someone by repeatedly and slowly stabbing blades into them while Shiki is forced to watch. It goes on for a while.

8.) Grooming. This particular bit isn't a part of the Tsukihime VN itself, but more of a fandom joke thanks to Carnival Phantasm. A big part of Shiki's backstory is meeting the mage Aozaki Aoko as an 8 year old and her teaching him about life in the short time they have together. Due to Shiki's nature he almost certainly would have become an evil person, but meeting Aoko instilled a moral compass in him that is the only thing he has to fight his impulses, which is why Shiki loves his sensei so dearly. Melty Blood later made a joke that Aoko is mad she never got a route in Tsukihime, and Carnival Phantasm later had a whole scene stating the real reason Aoko cared for Shiki was that she was grooming him to be her boyfriend as soon as he turned of age. It's super gross and a perversion of what is literally the sole wholesome relationship Shiki has and the only reason there is any good in him at all. I really fucking hate this joke among all others in the Tsukihime fandom.

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lemonlushff-iy · 3 years

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What's the dirtiest thing you've written that you never expected to write?

WIP. I'll finish it one day. Warning - it may present as Dub Con at first...but if I ever finish it, you will see that it's actually NOT. But...It feels worth adding this disclaimer regardless.

“Password?”

“Irish car bomb.”

Inuyasha watched as the metal slot slammed shut and the heavy grey door swung open, revealing the dark interior beyond the snake demon guarding the entrance. The air was thick with cigarette smoke, and he could see it swirling in plumes from where he stood on the threshold.

The snake moved to the side, his yellow eyes narrowing when Inuyasha didn’t enter. He didn’t want to go in, but he didn’t have much of a fucking choice, did he? Thanks for that, Miroku and Sesshomaru.

“You coming or what, half breed?”

Not because he wanted to…

“Yeah,” he sighed, running his fingers through his shaggy hair before finally crossing the threshold into hell. It was dingy. Dirty. He was amazed he could smell the tang of sex in the air over all the cigarette smoke, but the further he walked down the barely lit hallway, the more that gave way to other scents.

Sex. Drugs. Alcohol.

It made his skin crawl.

“What am I getting myself into,” he sighed, slowly descending the stairs he found at the end of the hallway until he reached the club itself. Sweaty bodies ground together on the dance floor and lasers flashed down on the gyrating bodies from above, illuminating their flesh as they moved together.

He wasn’t interested in them, however. He was after something else.

His eyes swept over the crowd, and if he were self-conscious enough, he would have felt out of place there. His simple red button-down and jeans made him feel like a boy scout compared to the way the tight and short clothing fit all of these other patrons. If he wanted to blend in and find his adopted brother, he was going to have to change that a little.

He undid the first few buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves, hoping that made him look a bit more like the typical clientele of the joint. No one was bothering him though, so he figured he was on the right path at least.

Inuyasha’s eyes swept the crowd as he looked for the backroom or a VIP area...Anywhere this “gang leader” could be hanging out. He didn’t know much about him. Just that he needed to find “Silver” to work things out. He couldn’t lose Shippo.

The guys were dumb, but they didn’t deserve to be held captive here or forced into this gang.

He spotted something in the back of the club that looked like a VIP section - rope and curtains included. There was a small gathering of women...all dressed in club clothing and looking far too beautiful to be related to this gang as anything more than arm candy...but...He knew they were his destination. If he were looking to find someone named Silver, they just felt like the people to ask.

His ears pinned themselves down to his head as he began to weave his way through the throng of bodies on the dance floor. He felt hands trying to pull him into dancing - palming his chest and upper body as he walked, and he shrugged them off as best he could. He needed to stay focused - he couldn’t afford any distractions. He had come this far, and he wasn’t about to lose his way now.

A flash of silver hair out of the corner of his eye drew his attention to a shirtless waiter wearing a pair of black pants and matching suspenders. A white shirt collar hung around his neck, serving as the base for a black tie, and matching white cuffs stood out against his wrists.

Sesshomaru.

His golden eyes were nervous as he brought the women their drinks, placing it on the table before a woman with black, wavy hair and silver eyes. She wore a short, low cut, silver sequin dress, and a red smile on her face that made his heart skip a beat and his breath catch in his throat.

She was stunning. Mysterious. Sensual. He wanted to bend her over the table and fuck her raw then and there, but he couldn’t. He was on a mission and he couldn’t stray from his task. It was too important to him.

Now that he was closer, he could see the danger in her. The beauty that was nothing more than a front for the many mysteries she held within. He wanted to know what they were. She seemed powerful and not to be trifled with, but he didn’t care. He needed to know everything about her.

Was...he wrong?

Was she Silver?

He swallowed the thought, and his stomach dropped as she reached out and grabbed ahold of his brother’s tie, running her hands up it until she held the base at Sesshomaru’s throat. She gave it a sharp tug, making him fall forward and almost into her lap. He caught himself on the back of her chair, his palms slamming against it with what would have been a loud slap if the music wasn’t blaring overhead.

Inuyasha watched “Silver” smirk and tilt her head up, whispering something to Sesshomaru, and Inuyasha could see his brother’s Adam's apple bob at her words. He nodded his head, murmuring a response before she slid her fingers into his hair and brought his ear to her lips. He couldn’t discern what they were talking about, but it was making his stomach knot. He knew he needed to get to them, and now.

“SESSHOMARU!” He bellowed, cupping his hands around his mouth in an attempt to make his voice carry, but it was just drowned out. He wasn’t going to get their attention this way. He no longer cared about blending in. He shoved his way through the crowd, disgruntled patrons shooting him glares and yelling “hey!” and “Watch it asshole!” as he went until he was standing in front of the VIP area.

“Sesshomaru!” he yelled, and “Silver” broke away from his brother in annoyance, her eyes warming slightly as she took him in. He felt her gaze roam up his body, taking in every inch of him. Weighing him. Judging him. Calculating the situation.

“You know this man, Pet?” she demanded, and Inuyasha knew in that moment that he was right. This was “Silver”, alright.

“I’m his brother,” Inuyasha replied before Sesshomaru could. “I’m here for him, and I’m not leaving without him.”

Silver’s red lips widened into a smile as she reclined in her chair, propping her chin on a relaxed, curled fist.

“Really? The dog has a half breed for a brother?”

Inuyasha did his best to contain his growl, but Silver could still hear it, if the way her smile widened was any indicator.

“Do you know why he’s here, oh brother of his?”

“I do.”

“Then you know that he’s not just walking out of here,” she informed him curtly, her eyes roaming up and down his body again. He noticed that the other women beside her were doing the same, and he noticed for the first time that all of the women there were appraising him. One of the women beside her leaned in to whisper something to Silver, and he watched the long, thick lashes around her eyes lower as she listened.

“Mmmm...Already ahead of you, Kikyo,” he heard her reply, and this response seemed to please Kikyo greatly.

“I don’t care,” Inuyasha replied, trying to ignore the exchange between the women, but it was hard. He had a feeling it was about him, and it made him nervous. “He’s not staying here with you.”

“Sesshomaru has a debt to be paid,” she calmly informed him. “Now, I can’t just...overlook this, nor can I overlook his transgressions...Do you understand what I mean?”

Paid. Money. Alright. He could do this. It would be hard...but he’d figure out something.

“Ok. How much?”

The women around him laughed, and he suddenly got the impression that perhaps it wasn’t monetary.

“What is your name, ‘brother’,” Silver demanded, and he swallowed. She was far too calm for his taste.

He saw Sesshomaru open his mouth, perhaps to reply on his behalf, but a wind demoness with a high ponytail and magenta eyeshadow pulled him down to her seat. He watched his brother situate himself in her lap, allowing her to run her fingers down his suspenders. His chest. His pectorals. She circled his nipples, flicking them and scraping his nails against them, and all the while, Sesshomaru said nothing - allowing her to have her way with his body however she saw fit.

“Inuyasha,” he whispered, unable to remove his eyes from his brother. Sesshomaru wouldn’t meet his gaze. He looked like he actually enjoyed the demoness’s attention, but he wasn’t going to dwell on that now.

“Inuyasha,” Silver purred, her smile widening. “An interesting and yet fitting name,” she commented offhandedly as her eyes flicked to the top of his head, and he found himself looking away from her. He didn’t need or want the reminder right now.

“Parents had a sense of humor, but enough about me. I wanna talk money. What’s it gonna take, Silver?”

“He thinks I’m Silver,” she laughed, her head tilting back as she let out a full-bodied laugh. He didn’t get what was so fucking funny, and frankly, he was starting to get annoyed. “Oh Inuyasha,” she breathed. “I’m not Silver...but your brother is mine. You’re right about that.”

“Yeah? Then who has my brother?” he demanded as she leaned forward to take a glass of red liquid from the table. The movement lowered the neckline of her dress, allowing him to see more of her breasts than he previously could, and he felt his desire for her flare.

“Well. That depends...I’m inclined to release your brother to you, Inuyasha. But, seeing as his debt needs to be paid, what you call me depends on what you’re willing to do to obtain him. Now, there is an easy way and a hard way we can do this,” she informed him, lifting her hand and two other women stood - one with short, shoulder length hair and a sight black dress that clung to every curve of her body. The other wore a black mesh catsuit with solid black cut outs that prevented you from seeing anything, yet told you that she had forgone both a bra and panties that night. Her hair was pulled into a high ponytail that still reached her waist, and pink eyeshadow. They moved to the sides of the VIP area, drawing the curtains around them shut to give them some privacy as they spoke.

It muffled the music significantly, enough that his ears were able to rise up from his skull, but not enough that he could no longer hear it or feel the base in his chest. Or maybe that was just the pounding of his heart he felt. Nerves. It had to be nerves.

“Alright. What’s the easy way?” he pressed, and the women who had just closed the curtain came up behind him, running their hands up and down his chest and back in a way that allowed him to connect the dots even before the woman in silver purred.

“Satisfy my whims and desires for the night, and he’s yours.”

Her eyes were dark. Salacious. Filled with desires that were impossible to mistake.

“Just the night,” he demanded, shifting his eyes away from the silver clad vixen and back to his brother.

“Please me, and yes. Just the night. You’ll take his place and do everything that I ask, and obey me fully and completely. When I say jump, you say…”

He swallowed thickly.

“How high,” he finished, his voice a hoarse whisper.

“Very good...yes…” she approved, and a thousand images of her naked body entwined with his entered his mind at her praise. Images that left his heart racing and his blood heating in want. He could feel his cock twitch in excitement at the thought of bending her over the table and making her his.

“What’s the hard way?” he continued, trying to dispel the thoughts and refocus his attention. It was an obligatory ask, though he knew he had his answer.

“The hard way...Well...Let’s just say that it involves obtaining something not exactly...legally. Are you interested?”

Not particularly. No.

“Easy way it is,” he chuckled nervously, as the woman holding Sesshomaru leaned down to kiss him. At the same moment, one of the women holding Inuyasha slipped her hand inside his shirt, making his breath hitch as she palmed his pectoral muscle.

He hoped he wasn’t making a mistake.

“In that case...You may call me Mistress.”

He swallowed and felt the women on either side of him begin to unbutton his shirt. He could feel their fingers working each button through the holes in the fabric, the warm air of the club kissing his skin as the front of his chest was slowly exposed to Mistress and her friends. Despite the heat in the room, he could still feel his skin pucker and a shiver run through him as the woman with the shorter hair leaned forward and kissed his neck. His shoulder. Slid her fingers across his own nipples. He tried not to panic. This was what he had agreed to, and Mistress seemed to expect the way her friend was touching him.

It almost looked like she welcomed it and took pleasure in it. In watching the little show her friends were putting on.

“How does he taste, Yura?” she asked, and he felt Yura nip his shoulder before soothing the offended flesh with her tongue.

“Delicious. You’re lucky you get this one all to yourself.”

“Later,” Mistress mused as the other woman with the high ponytail pushed his open shirt down his shoulders before her mouth was on him as well. Licking, sucking, palming his flesh...He bit the inside of his cheek to keep himself focused.

“Sango?” Mistress pressed, and her friend reached down to the front of his pants, palming him.

“Very lucky indeed…”

“Sesshomaru,” Mistress, cooed, and Inuyasha watched his brother stand to kneel before her. “Give your brother your clothes,” she demanded, and Inuyasha felt the women’s hands working on his belt.

“Yes, Mistress,” he replied, rising once more and working on removing his own clothing, or lack thereof. He placed each item onto the table before the woman in silver, until he stood before them clad in nothing more than his birthday suit.

Inuyasha closed his eyes as he felt his boxer briefs being pushed down to his ankles, and he fought the urge to cover himself. What was the point? They’d all see him in all his “glory” before the night was over. He held his hands down to his side, clenching and unclenching his fists and watched as Mistress's smile widened as she took him in.

“Sesshomaru, perhaps I should have traded you a long time ago for your brother…”

Sesshomaru’s didn’t respond, nor did he.

He toed off his socks and shoes, not needing to be told to. He knew what was coming next. He didn’t need them to verbalize their demands. He bent down to pick up the cuffs first, knowing the women wanted a show, and Sango tilted her head to the side.

“He has a nice ass,” she commented, slapping it and making him straighten his back abruptly. “Nice and firm.”

“Really,” Kikyo drawled, shifting in her chair. “Do try and contain yourselves. The entertainment hasn’t even begun yet.”

“Mmmm…” Mistress agreed. “But...we have all night, ladies. Sango?” Mistress intoned, tilting her head to the side, and she begrudgingly returned to her seat. “You too,” she continued, narrowing her eyes at Yura and she reluctantly left his side as well.

He took that as his cue to keep dressing, and when he was finished, he stood at attention, waiting for her to tell him to do something.

“Pet...This area is a mess,” Mistress informed him. “Clean it and return...And while you’re there, ask the bartender for ‘Kagome’s Kit’. He will know what you mean.”

“Yes, Mistress,” he ground out picking up all of the empty bottles and glasses. When he slipped out behind the curtain he sighed, trying to wrap his head around what the hell had just happened to him in there.

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dana-chan-the-control-brain · 3 years

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Top five fanfics?

Oh fuck (gets shot)

Well, I shot myself in the foot with that one.

Keep in mind, these are in no particular order, and I'm a bit of a pleb when it comes to reading fanfic. I just tend to like what's popular or stuff written by my friends.

I need to give Height Treason by @wholesomeklei a huge shout-out.

I'm not sure if this fic will ever be continued or not. Last I heard of Klei, they had a cancer scare (it wasn't) updated a chapter about Sizz-lorr and then vanished from the internet entirely. I hope they're taking a much needed break from online stuff and nothing bad happened to them.

But anyways, I can not thank Height Treason enough for existing. It gells with the humor of canon so seemlessly it feels like I'm watching an "Invader Zim after dark" show. Yes, even despite the not safe for work canon.

I love the lore they weave and I'm always a fan of "zim finds out the truth of his mission and schmoops and gets revenge on the Irken empire" stories. Also Pining Zim has my whole heart.

And it even paints side characters with much love.

Membrane tries his best and sucks at parenting and it inspired me greatly for how I write and came to understand Membrane as a character.

Miss Bitters is a delight. Sargent Slabrankle gets a cameo. Tak's ship has an existential crisis. Gosshloog gets an entire chapter about a spicy love afair with his boss. Zim's Computer is his usual sassy self and has ackward conversations with a frustrated teenage Dib.

Like the love for the side characters is amazing.

Height Treason was the fanfic that inspired me to write an entire fanfiction based on Computer Brain lore.

The lore is amazing, it's in character and this fic inspired me SO MUCH and is the reason that Tech Support (and the Brainbrane fic by extension) even exists.

I've probably reread this fic over twenty times.

However, I can't link the fic here, since it's VERY nsfw. As in, explicit sex scenes later. (The chapter where zim learns sex education is great)

So I can't link it, but it's easily searchable on A03.

If you're of age, and don't mind nsfw I highly recommend it.

Honesty Hour by @patchworkpoltergeist is one of those new fandom classics.

Like I don't even know how describe this fic.

Honesty Hour chills me to the core and has me looking at my ceiling for hours on end questioning my own existence.

Like it's Zim gets therapy, but in a psychological horror way.

Patch is a master wordsmith and just has a way of describing things. Everything is in the details.

I just love how Zim thinks and that half the time I don't know what's going on as much as Zim does. Which is honestly more scary then I think.

There's lots of details that I miss and usually after talking about the chapter with Patch or the Moo-ping10 gang, I realize "oh fuck that's what happened?! The hell"

Anyways. I fear and look forward to every update.

But I honestly have to run a mental health check before I even attempt to read the chapters.

Emotions, Cryptids and the possible end of the world series by @bamsara

I feel Bamsara does onto theirself and I don't need to sing her fics praises but I will.

I am a bit behind on my reading, cause I haven't read the latest chapter of Galaxy Days yet.

But I love the casual yet feral friendship Dib and Zim have built throughout this series.

There's just a constant yearning throughout the whole thing, and the two boys are at the center of it all. Like the feeling of a real long road trip with no destination in mind. That's often what these series of fics feel like. There's an underlying tenderness and longing but also something dark and sinister. A lot of moments stay in my head for days after the fact. Not just the cryptids of the fic, but the smaller moments. Zim and Dib having breakfast in France as the sun rises, Dib crying his eyes out in a dingy motel room near the beach, Zim breaking into Dib's hospital room in the dark, Dib attacking Zim in a fit of insomnia hallucinations....

The list goes on.

There's plenty of good moments, and I've even drawn Zim giving Dib space (cause that's the fucking gayest romantic thing and I still lie in bed thinking about it)

Also Dib constantly running into Death's arms and Zim often doing fisticuffs with her and both getting stupid trauma over stupid decisions is very good.

I feel a lot of Sara's soul in these fics and it shows. Especially with how Dib is written and I can tell this is an extremely personal project with passion behind it and I can't help but admire that.

Every star another sun series by @dionysuscrysis

I really love this series. The end.

Okay, unfair.

But Dion's series really needs more views and appreciation.

I like how it just skips over the "zim and dib become friends somehow....realizes mission is fake..yadda yadda" part of the story and just jumps right into the thick of it.

Space Adventures! Wooooo!!!!

A giant sandworm, a Battle Zoo!!! An alien spa, badass good guy Skoodge, and mad max style sci-fi racing.

And I'm glad that Dib is already in his early twenties here. And Dib is just so smart with machines and not a complete lost duck in space. He's sharp as a tack and dumb as an ox this boy and I love him very much.

Lol I'm old. I'm sick of seeing teenage drama sometimes.

And I can also feel a lot of Dion's soul in their fics.

Lots of hurt comfort in here....

It's actually kinda like the Bamsara effect in reverse...

Instead of Dib throwing himself head first into danger...

Zim is the one doing it.

And Dib thinks an appropriate way to fix this is throw himself at the same danger.

Idiots.

Help them.

Parade of Indignities by @rissynicole

Finished recently and since then my heart has never known peace.

It's one of those fandom classics that I ended up reading due to Bamsara's fic recommendation list like roughly two years ago.

Rissy has a way with words and their strengths lend themselves to action scenes extremely well.

Zim finds himself critically ill and it's up to Dib to travel back to irken space to save him.

Thats the basic premise but there is so much more.

A conspiracy, involving the other Invaders, Zim's massive wall of denial, and how everything Zadf happens from Dib's perspective.

I remember reading all the available chapters (like 15 of them) all in one night until 5am the first time I read it.

It's a master suspense and thriller story and I enjoyed it very much.

I still have to leave a huge comment.

Also honorable recommendations:

@melodyofthevoid 's Royalty AU.

....just. it good. Save these kids.

And ofc me and @paketdimensioncomic 's collab fics:

"Jerking around the House" and "Membrane's guide to be a better parent, lose your fucking arms"

You're a delight to work with and I love how your writing style compliments my insane ramblings so they're less wordy.

Also gotta give a shout-out to my Baby Tech Support.

Is it vain to plug your own fics? Maybe.

Do I care.

Nah.

I love my stuff. And I'm glad others do too.

#invader zim #fanfic recs

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abhorrenttheorizer · 3 years

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Hey! Welcome to the shitshow!

I am abhorrentTheorizer, but you can call me AT for short :]

I am an artist largely specializing in headcanon art regarding unfortunate video game critters I've chosen to subject to virtual animal testing, as well as mythological creatures from all cultures, as well as species I have created on my own accord.

When I stop being a lazy asshole, I may incorporate animations, sculptures, and 3d modelling into my works as well.

When I am not dragging innocent spectators into the depths of headcanon hell/speculative biology hell, I may also post normal fanart and other concepts.

When I am not posting art in general, I am talking about dumb things that can vary greatly in content.

If you want to follow me for fandom-specific content, my current interests are:

- Journey (the PS3 game to be specific, but the band is fine too hahaha)

- ABZÛ

- Sky: Children of the Light

- Among Us

I will post things for other fandoms as well, but it won't be nearly as often as the topics I have listed above.

SOME THINGS TO CONSIDER BEFORE FOLLOWING MY ANTICS:

- My sense of humor is very suggestive and vulgar. For the record, this does not mean I'll post explicit or otherwise mature visual auditory content, nor will I crack jokes about fandoms of mine with a younger target audience. But I will warn you that many of my captions will end up being crass and uncouth in nature. I would like to make myself very clear: If naughty humor is something you aren't okay with, please consider blocking or otherwise avoiding my content instead of bitching at me for being inappropriate.

- I do not do commissions. Occasional requests are fine, but I do not have the skill nor the time to capitalize on my art.

- I will not reblog, like, or talk about anything that is political in nature on this account. I already abhor slacktivism, and I would like to have a space for myself that avoids those topics entirely. This account is for speculative fun only.

- I also will not respond to things that are otherwise drama-filled in nature. This account is for speculative fun only.

Anyway, I have gotten all of the important information out of the way, so I guess this is my conclusion. If you are fine with everything present on this account, please feel free to enjoy the ride. It's going to be a bumpy one :]

#blog intro #introduction #warnings #blog info #abhorrentTheorizer #personal

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glitxhwayventeen · 3 years

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Lonely Together

Jihoon: Chapter 2 (Dark Side)

Characters: Jihoon x female reader

Genre/Warnings: multi-member au (different scenarios), werewolf au, fantasy, angst, fluff, potential blood mentions, genocide, runaways, health issue mentions, weapon mentions, panic attack description? (Though honestly it’s more of an anxiety attack), death mentions, child abandonment mentions. Any others will be put as warnings when future chapters are thought up/written.

Author’s Note: I recommend listening to Dark Side by R5. I thought the actual lyrics to the song gave off a solid vibe that I wanted to transfer to the start of this particular chapter.

Please remember that all of these chapters and the content within them are a work of fiction! They’re just for fun/entertainment!

Bold= Dialogue Italics= Thoughts

🥀 & ☁️

Lonely Together Master List

Chapter 2: Dark Side

When you woke up this morning, you had the sweet scent of Vanilla and honey hit your nose. It was warm and inviting and made you feel safe. You were glad, normally you’d never feel safe in the wild. The pack helped a lot with that issue. But when you woke up today, you noticed that you had woken up to a quiet house. Which was… strange to say the least. There was always some sort of ruckus going on downstairs in the early hours. So you figured you’d go investigate cautiously, in case something had happened. You grabbed your thigh garter belt with your knives attached before you quietly made your way down the stairs. You saw and heard no one. Nothing was wrong or out of place. Everyone was just… gone. But why?

“Boy, you come prepared don’t you?” A male voice said from the stairs, causing you to jolt back in surprise, automatically drawing your knife from its holster on sheer instinct, ready to release it at any given moment.

You relaxed and placed it back to your thigh as you realized it was just Jihoon, one of the less spoken wolves of the pack.

He was only a few inches taller than you, but you were still incredibly intimidated by him. You weren’t sure why all the others were terrified to piss him off, even the alphas, but you were never worried he’d get mad at you. Which was weird, you were always skeptical of everyone, it was just in your nature as a rogue wolf.

However, with him, it wasn’t horror that overtook your veins, it was nervousness. Like you had some sort of school girl crush on him and you were worried you’d mess something up in front of him and die from the embarrassment of it. But why? Why would you care what some rando wolf would think of you when you’d probably be leaving in a bit when your wounds were healed better?

“Jesus Jihoon! You know I could’ve killed you right? Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to fuck with a bitch with knives?” You huffed out in annoyance while slapping you hands over your face, praying that he hadn’t seen your cherry red cheeks yet.

Of course he had though. He never took his eyes off of you whenever you were in a room. You were just too zoned off to notice

“Uh no… Not really. Never had them so they didn’t teach me shit. Not that any of that matters. We both know you’d never hurt anyone if you could help it.” He shrugged, nudging past you to make his way to the fridge for a bite to eat with a small smile pasted on his glorious lips. God he annoyed you.

“You don’t know that. I always come prepared, I could be a serial killer for all any of you know” you cooly threw his way as you let your guard down slightly, for some reason trusting him enough to have a semi civilized conversation alone.

“Yeah yeah you’re a little vicious killer. Whatever you say kid” He laughed out, trying to keep his amusement in check at your quick replies.

You gritted your teeth, “Hey I am not a kid! I’m centuries old! MUCH older than you.” You smugly responded to his bitch ass nickname for you.

Jihoon looked you up and down for a second, making you a bit self conscious and spreading a heat down to your lower belly, “You don’t look older than me. Matter of fact, you look like the youngest one here. So I’m gonna keep calling you kid, kid.” He leaned in close to you and whispered seductively in your ear.

“Where- where is everyone?” You stuttered out, trying your best not to focus on the minimal contact Jihoon had made with your shoulder while brushing past you moments ago. Curse your dumb instincts. Why did you have to find him attractive? Couldn’t your wolf side ever just stay in check?

“The market? No, to Taeyong’s? Maybe it was to the river? I dont know by the time they left it didn’t seem like they even knew where they were going so I stopped listening.” He answered while taking a bit of an apple he had snagged from the fruit basket on the counter.

“W-why didn’t you go with them?” You questioned him as you tried your best to avoid his piercing gaze.

“Didn’t feel like third wheeling a bunch of mated coupled wolves.” He shrugged once more while sitting himself on the kitchen table you were next to, “Plus, someone needed to stay here and keep an eye on the house.”

“I would’ve been here.” You chimed in, as if he would’ve ever seriously left you alone.

Whether you were a Werewolf or not, he was NOT gonna leave you without some sort of safety net if he could help it. If he had it his way, you wouldn’t even go down to the market with the other mates when supplies were needed. He knew you could handle yourself as a fellow wolf, and he knew you were the best to go because you weren’t marked yet, but he was worried for you.

You definitely had people looking at you because of your different appearance. You were drop dead gorgeous to anyone with eyes, and that greatly concerned him every-time you went out shopping. He may have been more of a lone wolf, but he wanted to protect you at all cost, even if you didn’t realize that’s what he was doing yet.

“Doesn’t count. You’re a FANCY werewolf, remember?” He emphasized the word fancy in a condescending way that irked your nerves all the way to your core.

“We don’t know what you can do yet. Besides, you act like I’d actually want to go watch them make goo goo eyes at each other all day long. Seeing them cuddle and dry hump the whole time we’re doing something isn’t my idea of fun. I’d rather be here and enjoy the peace and quiet while I can.” He said as he tossed the remains of his apple in the garbage can in one swift motion.

“I can do everything you guys can and more!” You defended yourself, getting a bit frustrated at the younger wolf for doubting your abilities.

“Then prove it. Do something… super wolfy” he chuckled out, half jokingly and half seriously in what a normal person would recognize as a flirty manner.

He hadn’t had too many girlfriends. His experience with girls was limited compared to his brothers. So sticking to his sarcastic edgy tone was the only way he knew how to engage with you.

He was curious as to what your powers entailed anyways. They all were, none of them had met a wolf like you before. All the wolves they knew were modern, and the only seriously powerful wolf they knew was from a Chinese pack that had fled to their area who could communicate with heaven, hell, and the nether realms. They had heard stories that had been passed down for some generations about what wolves were like long ago, but none of it was confirmed because nearly all had been killed or died off. So they wanted to see if you could actually do all the things from the legends they heard about your people. For all they knew, you could fly.

You hesitated for a moment, trying your best to think of something, anything that you could do that would shut him up and prove your point. But everything you thought of required you to be much stronger than you currently were. None of the visible powers you had were working right now due to the small amount of silver still running through your system. Even if you were working at full strength and weren’t hurt, you had never been able to use your powers to their full extent do to something having been wrong with you since birth.

“… I- I cant.” You sighed in defeat while bringing your head down to look at your hands.

“Why not?” He wondered aloud, not even really meaning to tease you, he just let the innocent question slip from his lips without thinking.

“Because I got hurt and I have no way to get better! My entire pack is dead! Everyone I love is dead! I don’t have a mate! I need some sort of connection to the people around me to heal faster and I don’t have one anymore! I need one or the other to have my powers come back this quickly after such a traumatic incident and I have neither! I’m fucked up and I’ve been fucked up for a long time okay!” You snapped, your eyes now bleeding and turning emerald green from anger as you yelled at him.

Once you saw his confused and remorseful expression, you quickly closed your eyes and turned around to try and calm down. You didn’t mean to go after him like that, but you were already very worried about your own health not coming back and the taunting tone in his voice just made you break. You could feel the hurt in his heart. It made you want to cry, you didn’t mean to yell at him. You were just a very touchy person who had been asked about a very touchy subject.

“I- I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset. I just- I’m concerned for myself and this conversation… well it made the concerns I already had skyrocket. But that’s not your fault. You would’ve had no way of knowing that. I apologize for getting mad at you over something so childish.” You earnestly said, trying your best to look him in the eyes without blushing from embarrassment.

He quickly moved his head down to look at his lap. He understood your pain. He could feel it everyday. You were his mate, he already did have a connection to you. He knew when you were sad or hurt or worried. He knew that you weren’t just in physical pain, but emotional pain as well. He wished he could take it all away from you so you never felt a negative feeling again. But he just couldn’t. Though, he was upset at himself for making it worse for you. Why did he always have to try and stir the pot? Couldn’t he just leave well enough alone? Couldn’t he just be cool around you and know when to stop?

“It’s okay. I… I understand what it’s like. To not have anyone I mean. I didn’t realize that you actually had to have those things in order to heal better though. With wolves now, we don’t necessarily have to have those things. I mean having them helps, but we get better eventually anyways as long as we get the wound cleaned properly. I didn’t know it was different for you...” He bit his lip as he continued, “But you know, our pack can be your pack, if you want anyway. There’s an opening for another ticking time bomb now that Chan’s found a mate. You’d be perfect for the job” he joked, though you could tell he was serious at the offer for you to join the pack.

“Yeah… how much does it pay an hour?” You played along, trying to lighten the mood from the tension you had made appear due to your little anger outburst.

You hurriedly propped yourself up on the table next to Jihoon, who gave you a small smile in return. It gave you goosebumps all over your skin. So you were thankful you had grabbed a large sweater the pack had given you before you went downstairs this morning.

You were given a bunch of them. They made you feel safe, and you loved the way they smelt. So when the other mates apologized and said they didn’t have many ‘girly clothing items’ to give you as getting clothing was sparse at the moment, you didn’t complain. You were perfectly content with your bigger clothing.

When you sat up on the table, you smelt the same scent of vanilla and honeysuckle that you nostrils had been absorbing from the clothing given to you…

“Not a lot.” Jihoon confessed, “we only offer housing, protection, and being around people who would do anything for you. But honestly, you could do a lot worse in terms of a career.” He bit his lip once more, the action drawing a small pur from your chest, which you tried to cover with a small cough. Of course he still caught the sound though. You weren’t even sure why looking at him made you that happy. The sound made Jihoon swoon, he loved that he already had such an impact on you.

“Of course there’s also some downside like with all jobs… like having to constantly break up fights, having a complete jackass for a mate, and well… you know… sharing bathrooms…” he trailed on, rubbing his neck while he attempted to make it seem like the middle part was casual.

“Wait! A complete WHAT for a WHO and WHERE was I???” You all but yell out in shock, making Jihoon wince.

He couldn’t tell if you were upset that he’d just burst it out like that. He honestly couldn’t even tell if you knew you were his mate or not. He didn’t know if you WANTED a mate or not. From what he knew of you, you usually stayed away from people unless you had to be around them. You told the others that staying alone is how you’d survived all these centuries. But Would you make an exception to your rules for survival to stay with him?

“Uh… yeah. A mate. That would- that would be me. I’m your mate…” He whispered, attempting as best as he could to regain control of his heartbeat that was now almost pounding out of his chest.

That’s when it all clicked in your head. Why they let you eat first with the mates, with the OTHER mates. You were one of them. It’s why they found you when you needed help, he must’ve felt you were in danger. It’s why you didn’t die that day even though your wounds would’ve been normally fatal even to you, because he was near you and never left your side. It’s why you weren’t scared of him like everyone else, you knew he’d never hurt you because he loved you. It’s why the pack always giggled anytime you and Jihoon would get near each other. It’s why the smell on your sweaters and his smell were so familiar, he gave them to you because you were his. You two were mates. It all made sense.

“We’re- we’re mates?” You reaffirmed out loud, but you started to feel dizzy. You weren’t sure what was happening.

Everything was going too fast, it felt like you were moving in slow motion but the entire world was spinning as fast as it could around you. The edges of your vision started becoming fuzzy and dark. You started to feel like you were going to pass out, but before you could fall flat on your face to the floor, Jihoon caught your fragile body in his arms.

“Yes. We are. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, but I wanted to give you some time to adjust to being around normal people before I told you.” He assured you as he started moving towards the stairs, bringing you to his room and setting you down on his bed. He was incredibly worried for you, he could hear your heart rate slowing by the second.

“You might need to lay down. You don’t look well” he spoke softly as he held the back of one of his larger hands to your clammy forehead.

“Yeah… okay… rest… that makes sense… I’m sorry I- I just wasn’t expecting-” You tried to say as you start to give into the panicking darkness, not wanting to fight the urge to black out anymore.

“It’s okay. It’s a lot to take in. Just try and sleep okay?” He shushed you as he moved his blankets over your petite form, hesitant to touch you as he didn’t want to make matters worse. But his inner wolf was screaming at him to hold you and rock you to help you.

Everything you had heard about Jihoon told you he wasn’t someone who could have a relationship. All the others always talked about him wanting no one around him ever. They called him a grumpy old rogue wolf who miraculously got stuck in their pack. They said that He did things his own way. He did things alone. So did you.

“Jihoon, how the hell are we supposed to be together when we’re both lone wolves?” You whimpered out to him before everything went dark.

Another Author’s Note: alright so you guys know the drill. I wrote this close to midnight and I’m too tired to care about revising rn. So i shall look at it and fix any mistakes tomorrow when I get the time. Tomorrow I don’t think I’ll be praying more than once. Sorry, I’m working a doubt shift. But Wednesday I’m hoping to post three times! Here’s to hoping!

(Updated 9/6)

#seventeen #seventeen angst #seventeen au #seventeen fanfic #seventeen fluff #seventeen smut #svt au #seventeen x reader #jihoon #seventeen woozi #woozi fluff #svt woozi #woozi drabble #woozi angst #woozi x reader

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liltoshiba92 · 3 years

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Bodyguard - CEO Kang Daniel au

Pairing: Kang Daniel x Reader

Word Count: 1,082

Genre: All the fluff

Summary: Your new boss takes you to a business dinner you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

A/N: This somehow became a series. Oh well! Onward we go!

The soft click clack of my keyboard filled the room as I finished up the documents Daniel had sent me. It was nearing the end of my shift and I was ready to go home and take a nice warm bath. My work had improved greatly since Sohee and Junsu had been moved to a different department. It was unfortunate that they lost their executive positions but at least they got to stay in the company. Their replacements were much nicer to me. Jason even liked to tease me every now and again. He didn't do it when Daniel was around though. The one and only time he had done it in front of him Daniel had glared at him until he slinked off back to work with his tail between his legs.

I wiped the sweat off of my forehead. It was dark outside and everyone else had already left to go enjoy their weekend. My fingers flew over the keys at lightning speed. As I hit send on my last email I let out a sigh of relief. I stood up and stretched. Before I could start gathering up my things the door to Daniel's office opened.

"Good. You were still here," he said. His expression was as unreadable as always.

"I just finished the last email," I replied.

Daniel glanced at his watch. "Come on. We have a meeting to attend."

I tilted my head in confusion. I pulled up his schedule on my computer. There was no record of any meetings. "We do? But there's nothing on the schedule."

"I'm doing a favor for a friend. Come on or we're going to be late."

I scrambled to gather my things. As I ran to catch up with his lengthy strides I said, "I didn't prepare a car since I didn't know about this."

Daniel waved his hand in the air dismissively. "I already took care of that. Let's go.

We exited the building to find a black car waiting for us. The driver opened the door for us as we approached. I bowed to the driver before getting into the car. Daniel slid in next to me and we took off towards our meeting.

"Is there anything I need to know about the meeting we're going to?" I asked. The streetlights whizzed past us as our car weaved through traffic.

Daniel shook his head. His gaze never left his phone screen. "A friend is just asking me for a favor. I haven't fully decided whether I'm going to help him or not."

I nodded in understanding. I wanted to ask him why he needed me present but I knew better than that. Instead I sat back and dreamt of my bed. When we reached our destination we got out of the car. The restaurant was a traditional one. It wasn't nearly as fancy as the usual ones Daniel used for his business meetings. I made a mental note of that fact.

"Daniel!" Daniel's friend cried when he saw us approaching. He stood up and gave Daniel a handshake. A man who sat beside him stood up and gave Daniel a deep bow. Daniel's friend shifted his gaze to me. He gave me a warm smile. "Nice to meet you. My name is Seungho. And this is my secretary Jinsoo."

Daniel introduced me. Then we all took our seats around the table. We ordered our food and then Daniel and Seungho got down to business. I took out a notepad and began taking notes. Daniel saw me taking notes and I could have sworn he showed a hint of a smile. The food and drinks came. I noticed Jinsoo was getting much more relaxed the more alcohol he consumed. He kept giving me a weird smile every time our eyes met. I did my best to ignore him. As the evening wound down Daniel and his friend had come to an agreement. They were discussing the details of said agreement when I suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom. I quietly excused myself. When I was done I exited the bathroom only to find Jinsoo standing outside.

"There you are!" He cried a little too loudly.

I jumped and recoiled at his loudness. I couldn't hide the confusion that took over my face. "Um, can I help you?"

Jinsoo sauntered forward. He got so close I felt my back hit the bathroom door. "Don't play dumb. I know you've been looking at me all night. You don't have to hide your true feelings."

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," I stammered. I reached behind me for the door handle. Jinsoo was faster than me. He grabbed the handle and held the door closed.

"Now where do you think you're going? We're not finished having our conversation yet."

I opened my mouth to scream but before I could let it out a fist flew and hit Jinsoo in the face. Jinsoo fell to the floor in a drunken heap. Daniel stood with his arm still outstretched. His face was filled with rage. He quickly opened the bathroom door and pushed me inside. Then he closed the door.

"What the hell was that for?" I heard Jinsoo shout through the door.

"Don't test me. I'm already pissed off. Seungho come and get this filthy man out of here!" Daniel shouted.

I heard a lot of commotion. It felt like I was in the bathroom for forever. After an eternity the door opened and Daniel entered. His tie was loosened and his hair was a tousled mess. My eyes widened as I took in his appearance. "Are you okay?" I wondered.

A sharp flash of anger crossed his face. "I should be the one asking you that. Why didn't you call for help?"

"I was about to but then you punched him."

"You should have called for help long before that." Daniel turned his head to the side.

He must be so mad at me he can't even look at me, I thought.

Daniel trained his gaze back on me. It was so intense I couldn't help but look away. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around me. "Don't ever scare me like that again," he whispered.

The adrenaline from the incident vanished. I felt fat tears welling up. I let the fear take over and cried into Daniel's chest. He held me tightly as I cried. He didn't let go until I had squeezed every tear out.

#kang daniel #daniel kang #ceo kang daniel #kang daniel fan fic #fan fic #fanfiction #fanfic #ceo au #fluff

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zodiyack · 4 years

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One Of Us

Requested by anon: Hi 💙 could you do a peaky blinders x brother reader where the brother feels left out and goes and does something stupid and the others have to save him but it ends with fluff?? I love your writing so much btw 💙💙

Pairing: Shelby Family & Gray Family + Brother!/Cousin!Male!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, (slight?)angst, fluff, me not proof-reading

Words: 1,937

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff, @darling-i-read-it

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

“Y/n- Y/n- Y/n! I don’t see why you have to do this-” Polly pleaded, attempting to block the door and prevent her nephew from leaving.

“Aunt Pol...They never include me. Think I’m not man enough probably, but I’ll prove them wrong.” He held his aunt’s hands. “I’m old enough. Man enough. I’m gonna show my big brothers that I can do it. I promise, I’ll be safe.”

“B-but... Tommy’ll kill me if I let you go. I would kill me if I let you go,” she chuckled, “I can’t just...”

“You’re right.” Y/n hugged his aunt before picking her up and turning around so she was on the opposite side of him and the door. “You can’t. But I can. Goodbye Pol.”

Only three hours ago Y/n and Polly were at the front door. Two hours ago, the boys returned. One hour ago, Tommy had found out. And now, they were discussing what to do or where Y/n even went.

“For fuck’s sake, Pol! All you had to do was watch him!”

Polly’s face, red with tears, showed a newfound rage. “You are not my parent, Thomas! I am your elder, I am your Aunt. Yes, I was supposed to watch him, but you- You will never boss me around like that. Especially when your brother is fucking missing.”

“How would you know if he’s missing or not.”

“Because. He told me that he was going to prove that he was man enough...whatever that means. Anyways, I happen to know that what he said indicates that he’s putting himself in danger.”

Tommy drank straight from the bottle in his hands, eyes wide as they scanned the room. He tried to focus on something else, to get drunk and distracted, but as much as he denied it; his aunt was right. “Get John and Ar-”

She slapped him, earning a bewildered look from her nephew. “I said not to tell me what to do.”

“Go. Get. John. And. Arthur.” Tom groaned and rested his face in his hands, “Trust me, you’re going to want to listen to me, Pol.” He didn’t even have to look up to know that she’d left the room; the door slamming shut and her heels clacking against the floor until they faded out.

The two brothers he’d instructed his aunt to get rushed into the room within about five minutes, panting for breath after running throughout Tommy’s home. He explained the situation to them, “So for whatever reason, our little brother had decided to do something. As for what he’s done... I haven’t a clue.”

“Maybe he went to a bar?”

“Polly said his last words to her before he left had something to do with ‘proving he was man enough.’”

“Man enough?” Arthur narrowed his eyes, “The fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“You reckon he went to go 'become a man’?” John cackled, elbowing his oldest brother and wiggling his brows. Tommy rolled his eyes as he walked over and flicked his younger brother in the ear. “Ouch! Fuck off, Tom!”

“Our younger brother’s sex-life is nothing of our business, and I highly doubt he’d do something like that to prove a point to us...” Tommy walked back to his chair and sat back down. He rested an elbow on his desk and his face upon his fist, thinking.

But that was it.

“Wait...”

“What is it Tommy?” Arthur and John were pulled from their own trances of thought with eagerness to hear what Thomas had to say.

“That’s it.” He stood up. “He wouldn’t do something like that to prove a point to us, but he’d do some other stuff...we just have to think like him.”

John’s head turned to Arthur, the older brother’s actions following his younger’s, as their eyes bulged with realization. “Remember that one time?” John started, catching both his brother’s attention. “At Ada’s party? Y/n was being pushed around by some of Ada’s friends, as well as Ada, so he ran off and hid?”

Arthur’s eyes lit up as he was pulled into the memory, “We all teamed up and thought about the last time he’d hidden and how he strategized.”

“And then we found him, in mother’s closet, huddled in a ball.” Tommy finished, a small smile gracing his features while he reminisced. “He always finds something comfortable and safe in his own opinion. And if he wants to prove something to us, he’ll stay in his comfort zone but step out of ours.”

The three of them held the silence, feeling lost in the childhood euphoria before Ada spoke up from the doorway, startling her brothers slightly. “Richmond.”

“What?”

“One of the people we’re going against with race bets. Felix Richmond. I remember Y/n telling me how, and I quote, ‘fucking stupid Richmond is if he thinks he can go against the Shelbys.’ Then he told me he could take on the man. I thought he was kidding but...“

Polly scoffed as she approached the door, stealing the cigarette from her niece’s fingers and placing it between her own lips. “You’ve got to teach that boy that we are not indestructible.”

“Nah, he’s right.”

“Right,” Ada snatched her cigarette back, ignoring the glare she received from her aunt, “and probably dead.”

“Key word, little sister. Probably.” Arthur winked teasingly as he shrugged his coat on, the other two Shelby brother’s doing the same.

“What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“To rescue our idiot of a little brother.” Thomas walked to his aunt and grabbed her shoulders. “I promise you, aunt Pol, I’ll come back with him.”

“You better.”

They walked into the mansion, guided by two men with very large and very threatening guns. John couldn’t keep his hands to himself as he followed behind, resulting in him getting nudged by the end of one of the guns.

“Tommy! Arthur! John! My least favorite Shelbys! How are you? Wait- no, don’t answer that. Let me skip the crap, alright?” Felix cleared his throat, “Why the fuck are you here?”

“Our little brother. Really dumb, impulsive...young but acts even younger.”

“Younger?”

“Yeah, younger. Like a spoiled two year old bastard.”

“Ah!” Richmond cackled loudly, holding his stomach. “So all you Shelby boys?”

Almost as if he knew it would happen, Tommy’s arm came up, blocking Arthur from moving forward as a reaction to Richmond’s teasing. “He’s just trying to get to us, Arthur.”

“Well he’s doing a damn good job at it. Where’s our brother, you fucking bastard?”

“That wasn’t very nice.” His eyes moved to Thomas. “Tommy, do me a favor and get your ugly mutt to sit down and shut the hell up.”

Before any of the brothers could do anything about Richmond’s comment, the door behind him opened to reveal two heavily armed men carrying out Y/n, who squirmed and fought as hard as he could. His attempts managed to make him slip from their grasps, as well as give him a good shot at one of the men’s faces. He punched him, gifting him a not-so-pleasant-gift of a black eye before trying to dart down the stairs.

The man who hadn’t been hit grabbed Y/n’s collar, pulling him back harshly.

“You see, I have your brother, and I don’t think he deserves to get away from this without a punishment. He broke into my home, tried to kill me, and just assaulted one of my men.”

“Yes, and we apologize for our brother’s not so wise decisions. Now, please, let him go.” It took everything in Tommy to not pull out his gun and shoot blindly. He knew the odds were nowhere near in his favor; Richmond’s staff were heavily armed and greatly trained. Shooting even one bullet would be the dumbest decision known to man.

Felix thought for a second then scrunched his face with frustration. “Your brothers are here to retrieve you. I’m gonna give you one chance to get out of my home and never return. You got that, boy?” Y/n nodded, “Good. Don’t fuck it up.” He shoved Y/n towards his brothers and began turning and walking back through the doors, “Now get the fuck out of my house, you gypsy fucks.”

As Y/n approached his aunt and sister, his face held guilt and empathy. Polly was the first to walk up to him, her eyes glossy with tears. She didn’t speak, only started at him- checking for any injuries. Just as he was about to lean forward and hug her, she slapped him.

Y/n stumbled back, hand clasping his face as he looked back at his aunt. She furrowed her brows and began to cry before walking forward and hugging him.

Polly pulled away and allowed Ada to hug her younger brother. She shook her head and laughed, squeezing him tightly as she cried into his shoulder. “It’s okay, don’t cry Ada...you’re gonna be okay...”

“Shit, Y/n- I’m not crying because I’m sad, idiot! I’m crying because I’m happy you’re alright. I thought you went and got yourself killed!”

Y/n scratched the back of his neck nervously, Ada walking backwards to pull away from their hug. With a chuckle, he confessed the thoughts that’d been haunting him since they’d left Richmond’s mansion. “To be honest, I think I would’ve had these three not shown up.”

His aunt walked back over to them, handing each of the five a glass and filling it up. “The next time you even think of do something like that,” she paused, lifting the bottle upright and holding eye contact with Y/n, “I’ll gut you myself.”

The rest of the night went by in a blur, cheers and hugs passed around in celebration. But once again, Y/n felt left out. He knew the party was for him, but the smiles and cheery spirits...it just felt like he didn’t deserve them.

Sitting outside, he hid in plain sight while he nursed a bottle of gin. He was right next to the front doors, practically starring off into space as they world around him was flushed out. Well, as he tried to flush it out.

Tommy burst through the doors to light himself a cigarette and enjoy the fresh air, but his plans changed when he noticed his little brother and his state of absence. He chuckled, putting the unlit stick back into it’s box and walked over to the boy by the doors.

“Y/n?”

He smiled and shook his head as Y/n jumped slightly. “Y-yeah, Tommy?”

“I wanted to say...I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Y/n looked up at his brother.

“For making you feel like you didn’t belong. Like you didn’t quite fit in. Believe me, you fit in perfectly. It’s my fault you don’t feel like it though. I’m so caught up in keeping you as this little boy from before I went to war, but you’re not a little boy. You’re eighteen. Finn’s a little boy, but you’re not.”

Thomas groaned, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a bunched up cloth looking item, “It’s time I acknowledge that for once.” He smoothed it out, “So, how about we make a deal. You wear this and know you’re one of us,” he placed the infamous Peaky-cap on Y/n’s head, “or spend the rest of your life trying to prove something we all, including you, already know.”

He grabbed the gin from Y/n’s hand and walked to the door, stopping only for a second to deliver his younger brother a smile and a message; “You never need to prove it, but nevertheless, you’ve proved it today in more ways than one. You’ve got the Shelby spirit, brother. You’re one of us.”

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