#they were practicing knife tricks on the first one

[galoogamelady]

Buttons meeting Kikkini's massive ranger, Henrick

#they were practicing knife tricks on the first one #this is why Buttons doesn't go to NV #Fallout New Vegas #Henrick #Buttons #OC #galoodle #Kikkini #long post #the joke is that Henrick is wide AF and Buttons is the opposite #like that owl that can make itself ultra wide and spaghetti thin

[triple-asstro]

Groceries | Leon Drabble

oh, you want ao3?

warning: mentions of leon readjusting after his missions

summary: Leon uses a new trick to keep track of you during a grocery trip.

pair: domestic!leon x reader

a/n: so, i've got leon on the mind (who doesn't?) so here's a short drabble based on an instagram reel i saw <3

words: 957

Groceries, something so simple and rudimentary to complete by mostly everyone. Leon Kennedy is that exception. His missions demanded the absolute best out of him, both physically and mentally and there was no room for half-done or partially completed. It was difficult to transition from always being on your guard, darting your head at even the slightest of shadows that passed your eye to mindless shopping. 

You brought Leon to your most recent grocery trip to try and introduce him slowly back into society. While the first few tries were difficult, he got slowly used to the monotonous sounds of beeping and quiet radio music. As you both traversed separate ailes, you always found yourself peeking around the corner to see him smiling at jars and boxes of cereal. It was so captivating seeing Leon, the man who’d deflected hatches and chainsaws with a simple knife, be so domestic. He’d always turn his head towards your direction as you swiftly tucked away into the next aisle, which presented another problem. 

He could never find you on the first try. 

No matter how many times he tried keeping track of where you went, trying to practically attach you to his hip, you’d always disappear in the blink of an eye, usually eyeing some spectacle that caught your eye or a trinket that reminded you of him. It was starting to become more of a routine than an unusual occurrence. But then, one day, an idea struck his mind. 

That day was a typical trip, simply there to pick up essentials and a few treats. However, something new appeared that day. A booth stood near one of the aisles, filled with birthday cards and clip-on balloons, as colorful as May. That’s when the idea struck. 

“Ok, here’s our list. We just need toilet paper, steak and pepper for dinner tomorrow and some candles because we’re running out. I can get the candles and toilet paper if you can get the steak and pepper.”  

“Steak and pepper, got it.” he said, carefully yanking one clip-on balloon off of the standee and secretly clipped it to your back as you walked away, unknowingly. As Leon went to grab his items, his eyes stayed glued to the balloon bobbing up and down in the air. Giggles quietly erupted from his mouth, as the surrounding patrons silently judged from afar. Of course, Leon noticed their prejudiced looks, he just didn’t care. He’d seen those looks so much, they were burned in the back of his eyelids. The scrunched nose, the crinkled eyes and the furrowing of eyebrows. He knew it instinctively. But now, there was no longer an intense ache in his heart, instead there was only anticipation for when he surprised you. 

He swiftly grabbed the steak in the freezer and left the aisle, sneaking into the next one. As he traversed down, desperately trying to find the pepper, he found himself flinching at the crackle of chip bags. A simple flicker of the fluorescent lights sent him darting his head above, eyeing for a danger that never existed. He clenched his fists, closing his eyes trying to forget the instinct. He was at a grocery store, not an infected city or running from ravenous locals in Spain. He was in a grocery store. He was fine. 

He shook his head, snapping himself out of his trance and spotted a small glass bottle on the shelf. Pepper. Black. He yanked it without a second thought. That was everything. He glanced upwards, surveying the ceiling until it stopped on a polka-dotted balloon swaying in the chill air. He made his way through the store’s layout before peeking around the aisle, spotting you looking at the pocket-knives and multitools adorned on the wall by zip ties, hanging from hooks. Your eyes fixed on the shiny metals and sleek colours decorating each one, unaware of the balloon that’s been strapped to your back for the past thirty minutes. 

Leon approached you, wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head between the crook of your neck. He could feel your smile crinkle on your lips, your hand placed on his hair. 

“Wow, this is the first time you’ve found me in one try. What’s your secret?” you teased before tilting your head up, spotting the balloon. “...Nevermind, how long have you had that?!” 

“For a while.” he said with a sly grin on his face. “It looks nice on you.” 

“Alright, nice try, pretty boy. Since you’ve interrupted me, why don’t you help me with an important choice?” you suggested, turning towards the wall of trinkets. “And stop looking at the pocket knives, you already have enough of those.” 

“You don’t have one. It doesn’t hurt to have another.” he stated, picking a deep blue one and dropping it into his cart. 

You sighed, staring at him with adoration. “Fine. Would you prefer a black multitool or a lilac multitool?” 

Leon tilts his head askew, eyes deep into thought. You smiled at him, silently admiring him and his oh so sweet thinking expression. To others, it seemed like a stoic cop who was ready to come up with an ingenious plan. To you, it was Leon, thinking with his goddamn gorgeous smile, as slight as it could be.  

“I’m feeling lilac. I like the black outline of it, too.” he responded, grabbing it and tossing it into the cart. 

“Great, I think we’re done for the day.” 

“Hold on, sweetheart. Have you forgotten something?” 

You tilted your head in confusion, eyes drifting to the side. “No, am I supposed to remember?”

“Sweetheart,” he said, turning your head towards the flower aisle, decorated and arraigned with such beauty. 

“You wouldn’t.” 

“Want to test that?”

“Game on.” 

#leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy #leon kennedy fanfic #resident evil #resident evil 4 #leon scott kennedy

[yukarishoodie]

One of my favorite ORV headcanons is that TWSA has as much practical living advice as it does the metaphorical.

There's a 3-page long description of lsh dressing and bandaging yjh's wounds in the early rounds, intimately describing all the bruises and cuts and scrapes and the way they were handled. Kdj saw this as a humanizing moment for yjh and shipping fuel, but the next day he gets beat up by bullies and decided to dress his wounds himself since the school nurse isn't around (and they were getting tired of him anyway). It's sloppy and he had to rebandage himself after it unravelled, but it prevented an infection, and he got better over time.

In another chapter, yjh notices ljh having panic attacks in the middle of battle and teaches her a few tricks to steady your breathing and center herself faster as part of combat training. The description feels like text you'd see in a training handbook and completely breaks any sense of pacing. Kdj remembers it the next time he has one and was able to calm himself down before his relatives find him and punish him like they did before.

There was a chapter that came out around the time kdj was job hunting, where the party gets tangled in a subscenario involving securing a position through interviews. It felt contrived even with kdj's tolerance to TWSA shenanigans, but he takes note of what everyone does anyway and tries some of them in his job interviews. He comments that some of the actions felt unrealistic with his own experiences in job interviews; tls123 replied with a lighthearted apology (she's never had to bother with interviews, and she doubts she'll ever get to; she's grateful that it was still useful.)

In yet another chapter, yjh avoids the eyes of fellow incarnations and picks his words correctly in a game of three questions with nosy constellations. They were oddly dry and mundane for an apocalypse setting with superhuman powers. Kdj remembers them the next time he spots paparazzi lurking around the corners.

A chapter has yjh instructing knw, ljh and yma on how to make do with instant ramyun and add a few things to it to keep it somewhat nutritious (yjh isn't happy about it but it's the least he can do since they're gonna split for a multi-day scenario and he can't cook for them). Kdj remembers it when he tried to make ramyun for the first time in his new place after moving out of his relatives'. He remembers curling his hand to chop the scallions because knw got scolded for improper knife handling, and he remembers when to put in the egg because ljh got sternly corrected for confidently shouting out the wrong answer. Kdj didn't injure himself, and it was the fanciest and most delicious meal he ate in a while. (He remembers yjh patting his sister's head for getting everything right, and almost brings his own hands to his head before stopping; no one's gonna praise a college student for making ramyun right.)

(Kim Dokja, rereading TWSA over and over again in the train, feels the love and has no idea what to do with it.)

(05/06: added the food segment because i loved all the food-related notes <3)

#orv #orvposting #this was an excuse for me to go off the rails and ramble honestly #love love love thinking about what could've been written in twsa #it's at least 6 times orv's length. it could've been the homestuck of its time. so long that you can link anything back to it #orv spoilers

[in-daddy-price-we-trust]

All I Wanted - Part 1

summary: when you are kidnapped discovered by TF141 they can't help but fall in love.

pairing: 141 x fem!teen!reader (platonic)

warnings: mentions of child abuse, drugs, canon typical violence

Part 2

A/N: this is like my first fanfic in a while, and first on tumblr (yay!) any tips and tricks would be so helpful!

this also plans to be a series but posting might and will be inconsistent, thank you in advance!

You always had a difficult life. Being abused by your parents up until you ran away at 13. After you ran away, you got in with the wrong type of people, promises of hope and money, food and validation was all they needed to say to get you hooked in their business of organised crime. Some good came out of it however, they gave you a home and how to defend yourself. They taught you how to shoot a gun and the best place to make someone bleed. They taught you nothing else mattered except them, they became your new family.

You were 15 when you were tasked with transporting a couple crates of weaponry and drugs. The organisation you joined knew you well enough and practically raised you to be the strongest you were. So one cargo ship to Amsterdam later, you find yourself in a rotting, metal warehouse, wearing pink apparel, pink puffy skirt and a white hello-kitty shirt. A baby pink cardigan is draped over your shoulders and over-the-knee white knitted socks. A chrome covered knife strapped to your thigh.

“Zus, how much for it all?” he stood across from you, a cigarette lit between his lips taking a long drag as you assessed his question. His black, slicked back hair elongated his face and the three piece suit almost made this deal professional.

“How much are you offering?” was all you said as a small smile graced your lips, ‘the higher the offer, the better’ you remember being told before you left. They weren’t the best weapons but they were definitely worth at least a couple K.

“25”

a grimace, “80”

a growl, “40”

a hum, “55”

“65. Final offer,” his teeth were bared, almost like he was sweating already.

A sinister, sweet smile stretched across your face, “Wonderful, and how are you wanting to transfer that?” out of seemingly nowhere you pulled out a notepad and pen, writing down the bank details before you gave him a pointed look, “You have one week to transfer the money, or I will have your head.”

His face paled, almost embarrassingly so. For how innocent you appeared to be, you knew how to handle yourself in these situations. You turned to walk away, the sound of baby pink mary janes clacking against the concrete as you bounced towards the rusted metal doors, sliding them open as you looked back at the man one final time, “It was a pleasure doing business with you,” and leaving.

You were good at your job. It was easy, for the most part. Gather intel, pass forward that intel. Transfer somewhat illegal items from one holder to another. So it comes to you as a bit of a surprise when you exit through the dusty doors when a bullet wizzes past your face, luckily just missing you. Swiftly pulling out the hand-gun out your waistband and shooting in their direction. You wish you had your sniper, but it was left in the hotel room you managed to stay at.

As you shot in the direction of the fire, you failed to notice someone sneaking out behind you, kicking your knees in. Dirt caked your socks as the grip on your gun became loose. Acting as quick as possible, you flipped onto your back, retching the knife from its holster. Before you could act, black invaded your vision as you felt pain shoot from your head. Shit.

-

White light invaded your vision, a grumbled swear leaving your dry lips at the pounding in your head. "Jesus Christ," your wrists hurt, rubbed raw by the shitty metal handcuffs they strapped you in, "Whose bedroom did you get these out of? Couldn't even afford good quality cuffs?" fell out of your mouth before you could think to stop it. No one reacted.

It was a van, you could tell that much. The interior white with small wooden benches lining it. Two men sat on either side of you whilst the other two sat across. From what you could make out, another pair sat at the front, driving to this unknown destination.

Maybe you should have been more scared. More begging for them not to hurt you. Four big, burly military men could definitely kill you much easier than you kill them.

They studied you like you studied them. The one on your left was most likely the oldest, a fisherman's hat upon his head and mutton chops-moustache combo was the dead give away. He had his eyes closed and arms crossed across his chest, legs spread wide.

You couldn't make out the one on your right quite as well. A black balaclava with painted white skeletal teeth paired well with the upper half of the skull mask he wore. He seemed to be in a similar position as grandpa, although he had an ankle resting on his knee instead, head tilted back against the cool metal of the van.

The two across from you seemed younger. One had a darker complexion, his eyebrows furrowed in a thoughtful expression. He was smaller than the rest but no doubtfully as strong.

Lastly was the man with a mohawk. His eyes bore into you the most, not so angry and more trying to figure out who you were. Breaking you apart and putting you back together with his eyes. Childishly, you stuck your tongue out at him. His face morphed into one of slight surprise before rolling his eyes and looking towards the front.

It was quiet. The hum from the light ticking like a clock in your ear. Trying to gauge where you were and how much time had passed, your foot started tapping on the floor.

"Stop," A gruff voice said suddenly making you jump before mumbling a sorry at the skull-faced man. It was quiet again. It numbed your senses, sending shivers down your spine. Gravel sounded under the tires before voices outside sounded, signalling your arrival.

The doors pulled open, sunlight shining in. As mohawk and shorty left, skully pulled your arm to tug you along out with him, a short yelp escaping past your lips at the action.

You tripped over your feet, pins and needles shooting up your legs from sitting for so long. "Can you be gentle?" you spoke as you found your footing, "Please?" it was tacked on at the end for at least the tiniest bit of sympathy.

Skully looked down at you as he continued to drag you towards what you hoped was a five-star hotel with bed and breakfast. At least your death would be a quick one.

The halls blurred together until you were sitting in a leather chair in someone's office, back to the door, although you felt the looming presence of the men behind you. Mutters were heard outside before the door clicked opened, footsteps and a click again.

Gramps stood in front of you, leaning over the dark stained oak table. He had a file in his hand, putting it on the desk before sliding it over to you. "What do you know of El Sin Nombre?" it wasn't as much of a question than you'd like but an order for information.

Your mouth was so dry it felt like you swallowed cotton. As much as you wished to answer him, you look at him with furrowed brows and a confused expression. It took you a couple minutes before words formed in your throat, "Who?".

He didn't enjoy that answer. One of his hands slapping on the desk as he seethed, repeating the question again as if that would change your answer.

"I don't know who that is! I can't help you," you felt that burning sensation under your eyes as you desperately tried to convey your emotions. Tears meant weakness, and that's the one thing you didn't want to show to your captors right now.

Pairs of eyes hammered into your head. You felt like a child again, staring down at your toes being told off for not doing the dishes or not being quick enough to grab a beer. You braced for the hits, the punches to your ribs as you made promises that fell on the deaf ears of your mother and father.

"Price," A voice sounded behind you, soft and comforting. An accent coated the words that flowed through the air you didn't pick up on. The more time passed the more your eyes stung, tears slipping past your defences. Shoulders shaking as you try to curl into yourself, strings of "I don't know" and "I'm sorry" being nothing more than mumbles.

The room grew cold and quiet as you sobbed. Footsteps couldn't be heard over your own cries, so when an arm wrapped around your shoulders, you jolted. Expecting this is where you get hit. Bracing for the impact and sting they usually brought with them.

Instead, the arm pulled you into their chest, hugging you close and stroking your hair, along with shushing you softly. It only made you sob harder. When was the last time someone hugged you like this? Sure, you got the occasional pat on the back for a job well done, but never an embrace like this.

Time passed through your fingers like sand, not knowing how long you sat there for before you calmed down. The arms didn't pull away until you did, cringing at the wet patch you left on the man's shirt. Speaking of, you looked up to see mohawk looking down at you, eyes soft and an equally soft smile. "Y're alright now lass?" his accent leaked into the words, a curt nod allowing him to pull away and stand up again.

A heavy sigh sounded above you as you dragged your eyes up to meet who you presumed was this 'Price' figure. "What’s your name?"

Gears turned over the question in your head, thinking of an answer. Technically, you lost your name when you left home, gaining a couple new names at the gang.

Your silence was taken for an answer. "What are you doing in Amsterdam?" this you could answer.

"A business exchange. I'm just the messenger, I don't know any of the customers - I promise! - I just get the money and dip. I promise I can't help you-" you were hyperventilating at this point.

"It's alright sweetheart, deep breaths, calm down for me, yeah?" Price's voice was gentle now, seemingly not wanting the same thing to happen.

"Can you tell us where you're from? Who you work for?" He asked once he saw you calm down.

"Uhm- I'm from England. And I don't really work for them but I'm a doberman. They're some organisation that took me in," you weren't really interested in going into full depths of your life with these complete strangers.

Although, you felt the gazes lift off you and onto Price, his own eyes looking back at his men, a million silent conversations happening right above your head. Price inhaled sharply before he asked his last question, "How old are?"

"15." The air knocked out of his lungs.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #john price x reader #price x reader #captain john price #gaz x reader #kyle garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #soap x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #141 x reader #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #cod #call of duty fanfic #x reader

[mororlesbian]

I think that what the PJO TV series is doing, at least so far, is impressing just how dangerous monsters are to young demigods and how lucky our main trio is in surviving this long. The books did this too, of course, but when comparing them to the TV series and the minor changes made when adapting them and being able to fully realize that yes these are 12 year old kids facing ancient terrors ready and willing to murder them, they accomplish slightly different things. Namely, in TLT, the Disney+ adaptation shows us the dangers of the world demigods live in, while the books communicate, sometimes unintentionally, just how strong Percy is and how much potential he has.

For instance, the Furies. Mrs. Dodds is the first monster Percy faces in both, that stays the same. However, in the books, Alecto takes Percy away to a secluded place, interrogates him, then tries to kill him. In the series, for simplicity's sake, we skip the seclusion and jump straight to the interrogation. Percy, scared and confused out of his mind for good reason, stumbles and falls over, and manages to stab Alecto before she reaches the killing stage, taking her by surprise. IN THE BOOK, Percy immediately starts fighting for his life. He dodges a godsdamn Fury, catches a pen out of the air, and then does 'the only thing that [comes] naturally': SWINGS THE SWORD and KILLS A FURY. A reminder that Furies, in the original myths, were ancient creatures of violence and destruction that Athena herself had to pacify, thus earning them the moniker 'Kindly Ones.' And Percy, a 12 year old child, kills one with no training. Like, yes, she clearly didn't expect him to be armed, but she's older than the Olympians. She and her sisters hunted Thalia down, too, so it isn't like she's out of practice or something. Percy just has killer instincts and intrinsic talent to match. This sets a little bit of a different tone going forward: where in the show, Percy survives purely by catching Alecto off guard, showing the full danger of the world and the monsters and gods within it, in the book, he beats a Fury with just about every disadvantage imaginable. He's still terrified, and it effectively communicates just how much danger a demigod is in at any given moment, but it also shows that Percy is ridiculously dangerous in his own right.

The bus encounter takes this a step further. Whereas the book places Percy, Annabeth, and Grover in imminent danger, the show takes a different approach, instead opting for the Furies' goal to be somewhat clear, to the point of Alecto talking to Annabeth and proposing a deal. Annabeth, with all the skill of 5 years of training, distracts a Fury and lands a knife throw, but even as the trio escapes, Alecto is largely unconcerned. She lets their diversion play out, allows them to run, and confronts them at Medusa's lair knowing full well that she has the upper hand. She's not distracted, she knows every trick each of the questers could pull out. To her knowledge, there is absolutely no way they can win as they are, and the audience recognizes this by the way she acts. The only way they beat her is by, once again, taking her by surprise. Medusa's severed head made invisible is something Alecto never expected, and thus the danger of the world and the luck and genius of our trio is reinforced. The bus scene in the book, though, continues with the trend of making Percy an inexperienced threat to the status quo. Upon revealing himself, the Furies hesitate. Dodds wraps her burning whip around his hand, impeding him and making his hand feel like it was 'wrapped in molten lead', but Percy is still able to fend off both of her sisters at once, knocking one away and killing the other. Again, these monsters are older that the Olympians and wildly dangerous. Annabeth and Grover both take on Alecto, and in the time it takes for them to restrain her, Percy kills the third Fury and has a moment to tell Dodds to eat his pants in Latin. It's a tense encounter, and the risk posed to all three heroes is felt throughout, but once again, Percy is shown to be a force unto himself, taking out two Furies with his sword hand not at full capability.

The books definitely aren't always the most accurate in terms of in-universe power balancing, but I think we can look at The Lightning Thief like this. Book!Percy is an example of why Big Three children were forbidden. With no and minimal training, and very little in the element of surprise, he manages to amass kills on all three Furies. The world is deadly, and the books and his narration definitely get that point across, but it also gives us a glance of what Percy has the potential to be, if he survives long enough to grow into it. The series, with the visual of three literal children on a quest while being hunted by terrors, some older than anybody they know, including Mr. D and Chiron, shows us exactly why Camp Half-Blood's population is so sparse and young, why Thalia never made it to safety, why Luke's quest was the last until now, and why the gods ignoring their children is such an issue, aside from the obvious of making their kids feel unloved and unwanted. Their world is hazardous, and the demigods are in constant danger outside of Camp. The Furies are relentless, only able to be beaten when caught off guard and largely unconcerned by the heroes they face. Monsters are forces of nature, overcome with a combination of luck, surprise, and skill. The danger is pervasive, even in media made suitable for kids, and the alternative perspective this medium is able to take is going to make the progression of the series so satisfying.

#love them both so much #what an amazing adaptation #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo show #pjo tv #pjo #pjo books #pjo tv show #pjo series

[ace-of-zaun]

You (And I):

Silco x f!reader - 2.6k words - SFW

cw: best friend!silco, fluff, banter, mutual pining, idiots in love, mentions of cat-calling and harassment (not silco), mentions of poverty, soft silco my beloved, a little bit of angst in the form of reader being anxious about not knowing who is climbing through the window, but it's just the boy

summary: Your best friend misses you, so the only logical solution is for him to climb through your bedroom window at three in the morning, without telling you beforehand… It’s a good thing that you love him (and it’s an even better thing that he loves you too).

It’s taking you a little bit longer than usual to drop off to sleep as you lie in bed, curled up under the covers, trying to keep as much warmth in as possible. Your room is right at the very top of your parents’ bar, The Last Drop, which is also where you’ve just started to work full-time instead of just the odd job you’d helped out with growing up.

But now, with money for food tight and the threat of closure even tighter, you’ve found yourself doing pretty much anything to help keep the bar afloat, from running errands and setting up during the day to serving customers all evening and cleaning up after a long night. 

Your first proper job; you’d think with how exhausted you were you’d drop to sleep the very second your head hit the pillow. 

Not tonight, it would seem. Tonight your mind appears to be far too preoccupied to let your body relax. 

Your train of thought easily wanders to what you’d usually be doing on a Friday evening. More often than not you’d be holed up in the corner of a tiny café, trying to read your book while Silco asked your opinion on every little detail of whatever scheme he was working on at the time. 

Or you’d be forcing Silco to give you a piggyback through the streets after raiding the market for the cheapest items you can find, Vander in tow carrying all the loot. 

You can’t help but smile at the memories, a fuzzy, warm feeling spreading through you at the recollection of your best friend. Just the thought of him calms you; your lighthouse even in absentia. 

And it seems to do the trick, eyelids just starting to feel too heavy to keep open, a sure indicator of incoming sleep, when a scrabbling noise outside your window causes you to frown.

…you really hope you don’t have rats again.

Of course, the sensible thing to do would be to get up and investigate. But you’ve only just gotten warm and sleepy, and not only is the window on the other side of the room, but you’re laying on your side with your back to the glass, and honestly who in their right mind would want to get up in the freezing cold just to have a staring contest with some rats?

Scrunching your eyelids even tighter closed, as if it would block out the sound, you attempt to lull yourself back into that bliss you were so close to achieving, vowing to deal with the little rodents in the morning.

Almost like magic, the scrabbling stops and you sigh in relief.

Until you hear the unmistakable sound of the window creaking open.

Your eyes shoot open and your blood begins to pump urgently around your body. 

Fuck, why didn’t you lock the window before getting into bed? You must’ve forgotten in your sleep deprived state. 

One hand slowly inches towards the knife you keep under your pillow as two, almost-silent thuds resonate across the floorboards. 

Your heart practically leaps in your chest when you hear a series of soft footsteps approaching your bed, but you manage to keep yourself as still as possible, your only movement hidden beneath your pillow as you grip the knife handle tight.

A beat. Then another, as you wait for the exact right moment with bated breath. 

The intruder pauses by your bed and you inhale sharply, preparing yourself to strike.

Without warning, you abruptly swing your body around, throwing off the covers as you blindly leap towards them.

But they’re faster, shoving you back down against the bed with their lithe body and clapping a hand over your mouth before you can even think to scream out.

The knife slips from your hand, leaving it to clatter to the floor while you thrash about in your assailant’s grasp. 

“Stop it, it’s just me!” a familiar voice hisses down at you, halting your movements instantly.

You gaze up at the figure in bewilderment, slowly but surely recognising those jet black waves and hooked nose with every rapid heartbeat. 

It’s just Silco. 

He must spot the very moment that recognition sparks in your eyes because he’s soon grinning down at you, boyish, slightly crooked, and entirely too cheeky for his own good.

“Hey,” he says smoothly.

You push him off you with an unamused scoff, aiming to send him tumbling off the bed as you sit up and try to calm your erratic breathing. 

No such luck though, he just stumbles to his feet and quickly drops down next to you on the bed while you plant your feet on the cold wooden boards, running your hands through your bedraggled hair. 

Silco’s hand rests gently against your lower back and you glance up at him from your hunched up position of elbows on knees, palms against your forehead. 

You’re filled with the sudden urge to yell at him. Loudly. 

But your parents are asleep and they’ll be positively furious if they discover Silco in your bedroom in the middle of the night, so you settle for hissing at the ridiculous boy like an angry cat. 

“What the fuck are you doing climbing through my bedroom window at half three in the morning?”

Silco appears completely unfazed. 

“I left my lockpick at home, so I couldn't get in through the front door,” he replies, swiftly dodging the smack you try to deliver to his arm and instead catching your hand to press a chaste kiss to your knuckles. “And I missed you.”

You roll your eyes and snatch your hand back, but you’re unable to prevent your heart from swelling in your chest at his sweet words. Damn that natural charm of his. 

Luckily, a glance down at the knife by your feet distracts your wandering heart. 

“Why didn’t you say anything? I could’ve stabbed you.”

“Nah, you couldn’t,” he says dismissively until you shoot him a murderous glare. He returns it with a nonchalant shrug. “Thought you were asleep.”

“So why even bother climbing in?” you ask with a frown. 

And then, from the corner of your eye, he begins to look the tiniest bit bashful, gaze dropping to the floor as he starts to draw random shapes on the material of his trousers with his nails. 

“I, uh… I was gonna wake you up and ask if you wanted to go skip stones in the river.”

Your expression drops as you slowly turn to stare at him, which he meets with a dorky little grin. You groan and flop back down onto your bed, swinging your feet up so you can lay your head against the pillow, completely and utterly exasperated. 

Your best friend has been possessed by a five-year-old boy, you’re sure of it. 

Silco watches your dramatic display with clear amusement. 

“I’m gonna take that as a no, then?” he asks. 

“How do you have so much energy?” you whine, throwing your arm up to hide your face in the crook of your elbow. “Didn’t you have work today?”

“I had some work today,” he says, eyes quickly darting away from you. “Just not at the mines.”

Now this causes you to frown, peering over your arm at his trying-too-hard-to-look-relaxed body language. 

“What kind of work?” you question, which he promptly ignores, so nudge him with your foot, concern growing by the second. “Sil… what kind of work?”

He lays down next to you, propped up on his side with one elbow, and starts absentmindedly playing with your hair. 

“So, how was your day? You didn’t get any creeps trying to feel you up again, did you?”

You sigh heavily, knowing you’re not going to get an answer to your question. To be honest, you wish you didn’t have to give one to his. 

It had only happened once or twice since you’d started working late shifts in the bar, and it hadn’t been as bad since your parents had begun to shut it down everytime a patron got a bit too touchy. 

But it still didn’t make it right. 

“No, just the odd comment,” you reply, suddenly overly-interested in your nails. 

Silco wraps his arm around you and pulls you onto your side so he can hold you against his chest, chin resting on the crown of your head. 

“I’ll hang around during your next shift and kill anyone who even looks your way,” he declares, with a ridiculous amount of conviction. 

You roll your eyes even though he can’t see. Dramatic boy. 

“Don’t be stupid,” you say, lightly tapping your palm once against his back as a half-hearted scold. 

“You’re right,” he agrees with a resolute nod. “I’ll let you kill them yourself, you deserve it.”

Your sigh is laced with exasperation but you still shift to cuddle him properly, arms wrapped around his midsection. You just want to enjoy his presence while you have it, even if he is a pain in your ass. 

“I missed you too,” you say quietly after a peaceful silence, recalling his words from earlier. “It sucks working so much, I feel like I never see you anymore.”

“I know,” he hums soothingly, hand now rubbing tiny circles into the small of your back. “Just means we gotta make the most of the times we do.”

Snuggling him even tighter feels like the only appropriate response, so that’s what you do. 

You could honestly stay here forever. No responsibilities, no stress, just Silco. 

“You free tomorrow lunch? We could grab something to eat and then climb up to the roof of that factory by the river, if you want?” Silco asks. 

A warm smile tugs at your lips.

“Yeah, I’m free.” 

Your parents had been kind enough to give you the afternoon off tomorrow, but you were still expected to help out in the morning and evening as usual.

“Is Vander coming too?” you ask.

Silco shakes his head above you. 

“Nah.”

“Oh,” you respond, surprised the third member of your ragtag trio won’t be joining you. “Why not?”

“I thought it could just be a you and me thing, you know?” Silco reasons confidently, although you do spot just a hint of insecurity in his voice, like he’s nervous you’ll interrogate him further. 

Butterflies twirl through your stomach at the phrasing. You and him. You and Silco. A duet in this city of lonely hearts. 

“Okay. That sounds nice,” you say, trying to keep the smile out of your voice. 

He squeezes you once before he sits up a little, twisting around to pick the duvet up from off the floor. The covers are soon pulled over you both, where he tries to wrap his arms around you once more only to be met with you aiming little kicks at his legs. 

“Oi, shoes off, you heathen,” you demand, ripping the duvet away from him. “I just washed these.”

Seriously, you didn’t spend all morning washing, drying, and ironing all your clothes and bedding just for him to muddy them with his filthy shoes. Janna knows where he’s been in them or what he might’ve stepped in (especially considering you’ve never seen him clean them in all the years you’ve known him).

“Alright, alright,” he grumbles, muttering a sardonic little,“Bossy boots,” under his breath. 

Surprisingly, he does actually take the time to unlace them and even places them carefully under the bed, instead of just lobbing them across the room like you expect him to. 

Only then do you allow him back under the covers, shifting about until you’re both comfortable in each other’s arms, legs tangled together to ensure you’re as close as possible. 

“You know, you should really lock your bedroom window,” Silco comments after a few moments. “You never know who could be lurking about this time of night.”

You huff an amused breath through your nose.

“What, like you?”

“No, like some weirdo with nefarious ideas,” he insists, annoyed that you’re not taking him seriously.

You pull back in his arms to look him square in the face.

“...so, you?”

Silco pouts so adorably, you have to hold yourself back from just kissing him right there and then. 

“You’re mean,” he says, looking like a little boy who has just had one of his toys stolen in the playground.

In lieu of kissing him, you boop him on the nose with your finger and give him a cheeky, affectionate grin.

“You love it.”

But your heart sinks in your chest when Silco’s face drops, gazing at you intently as if he’s searching for something. Then his gaze darts away, the tips of his ears turning red, and you start to panic that you’ve said or done the wrong thing.

Instinctively, your hands hold him a little bit tighter, scared that he’ll just get up and go. 

“You know, my parents are going to kill me if they see us in bed like this,” you whisper over his shoulder, desperately trying to lighten the mood before he scarpers. 

“Well, as long as they don’t kill me, then that’s fine,” he whispers back, and you can tell by his timbre that he’s smiling through the words. 

You smack his shoulder, relief flooding through you in abundance. 

“Idiot.”

There’s a pause. 

Then, he says tenderly, (almost too tenderly for your poor heart).

“...Yes, but I’m your idiot.”

Patterns are happily traced against his back until you finally notice just how tired you are, leaning back to twist your head away from him so you can yawn into your hand. 

Silco watches you quietly, stroking your cheek with his thumb like a slow, soothing metronome. 

“You should get some sleep,” he says softly, his expression etched in quiet adoration. 

Your eyebrows lift at the sheer audacity. 

“Bitch, you’re the one who woke me up,” you protest sleepily.

He makes a show of turning to look over his shoulder and then back at you, pointing at his sternum with a quizzical frown. 

“Who? Me?”

So, you sneak your cold hands up against the back of his warm neck until he yelps. Silco wrestles your hands off his neck, clasping them in between his palms until he lets you tiredly wrestle them back and smoosh your face into his chest, giggling into the front of his shirt. 

He gently runs his hands through your hair as you both settle down once more, his own quiet laughter feeling like a blessing.

You almost don’t want to sleep now. You don’t want to miss any more time with him. 

“Sil?” you murmur. 

“Yeah, Squidge?” he replies.

Your nickname, from the time he threw a leftover tentacle at you from Jericho’s, named after the absolutely ridiculous noise it made when it slapped against your face. You love to hate it, which of course only makes Silco love it more. 

“We’re always gonna be best friends, right? No matter what?” you say, deep down hoping you don’t sound too clingy. 

You just can’t bear the thought of drifting apart from him. You honestly don’t know what you’d do without him. 

Luckily, he soothes your worries without even a hint of the usual teasing.

“Absolutely,” he affirms, carefully running his nails along your scalp in a calming, repetitive motion. “You’re stuck with me now, come rain or smog.”

“Good,” you nod happily. “Just checking.”

Basked in Silco’s warmth, you’re far too exhausted and cosy to fight against closing your eyes, drifting off to sleep while the boy presses a delicate kiss to your head. 

And right before you fall, he mumbles, oh so gently, into your hair.

“As if I’d want to be anywhere in this world except right here next to you, my perfect girl.” What a coincidence. There’s nowhere you’d rather be than right here, next to him.

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[konigenblobbity]

What is your Problem?! [Part 2]

Ghost x F!Reader , Soap x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, kinda Angsty, loving Soap, jealous Ghost and Soap, arguing

—> [Part 1]

Summary: The night after your outburst, you wake up with a slight sense of dread. Ghost treated you awful before… now after you yelled at him? Disrespected him like you did? You could only fear what he had in store for you at todays training

A/n: I did not expect the amount of love this fic would get, thank you! And due to multiple requests, here’s the second part! You can find the first part here

Following the celebration, you spent the night with Soap in his dorm, worried that Ghost would pay an unexpected visit to your own. Soap held you close to his chest through the night. Relishing in how you nuzzled into him. He softly caressed your back as he felt your breathing slow to an even pace. Falling asleep soon after you.

Your kiss led to nothing that night, Soap not wanting to harm or use you in any way when you were in such a vulnerable and tipsy state. He instead softly led you back to his room, gently pushing you away if you tried to kiss him more, carefully lying you on the bed, coercing you to sleep.

The next morning you woke up to Soap softly caressing your head, kneeling next to the bed. “Cmon Lass, gotta wake up” his voice was soft and you sat up in the bed. It’s then that Soap moves away, returning with a cup of coffee he grabbed earlier from the common area and a set of your clothes which he grabbed from your dorm.

“Thank you Soap…” you say with a soft and raspy voice. You grab your throat softly in shock but then laugh it off. “Did a bit too much yelling yesterday it seems” Soap gives a soft chuckle at your words, smiling at you. His expression then grows serious.

“Lass Listen… I’m not sure what’s awaiting you today, with Ghost and everything” he rests his hand on your leg, softly caressing it through the fabric of the blanket covering it. “If he does anything out of line… come to me. Alright?” His words were sincere, clear concern in them, wanting to fulfill his promise of taking care of you.

You smile and place one of your hands on his. Softly grasping it while taking a sip from the coffee he brought to you. “Alright… I promise that if anything happens. I’ll tell you about it” you give him a reassuring smile, but there is clear unease that fills you at the mention of Ghost.

He lifts your hand off the blanket, kissing the back of it before smiling and throwing you a quick wink. He then stands up “Alright then, I’m gonna go ahead to training, you get dressed and I’ll see you there in a bit yeah?” You smile and nod your head, watching as he walks off through the door, leaving you in the silence of his room.

You finish your coffee and get dressed into your uniform, grabbing only your combat knife from your gear and then walking to the door. You take a deep breathe, calming your nerves before you leave for, what may very well be, the most brutal training you’ll ever experience.

You walk down the halls, attempting to trick yourself with your false confidence. Making every step seem purposeful as you look ahead, watching people duck out of your way as you walk past, managing to deceive them into thinking you were unshakable, when you were on the brink of collapsing from fear.

You walk through the doors of the training room, you notice everyone else had already begun, some of them by the equipment and machines to exercise, most of them paired up doing close contact combat practice.

Out of the corner of your eye you spot Ghost, he was on a bench watching two soldiers spar, but without even having to look, you knew his eyes were on you the second you walked through the door. When he stands, you walk the opposite direction, spotting Kyle sitting on a bench.

“Hey, there you are!” He stands up and puts out his hand and you smile, you shake his hand, and he pulls you against him for quick hug. “What, you miss me?” You tease and he just laughs. He lets go of your hand and then places his hands on his hip. “Never got to congratulate yesterday…” he says and you shrug.

“Honestly, I don’t remember much of yesterday” that was a lie… you remembered practically everything, up until when you downed the bottle of whiskey and Soap had to take care of you the rest of the evening. Gaz just lets out a laugh, jokingly punching your arm. “Fair enough! Glad you got to enjoy it” you simply nod at his statement.

At the sound of footsteps growing closer you nod your head to an empty set of mats on the ground “Up for a little spar?” You ask Gaz and he smiles. “Let’s do it… might be fun to take your ego down a notch after yesterday” he gives a playful wink before he walks over to the mats.

You roll your eyes and quickly follow him, trying to get away from Ghost, who you knew wasn’t far from where you two stood. You wanted to avoid interacting with Ghost for as long as possible, not ready to face him after yesterday, unsure how to even approach discussing your outburst with him.

You took your place across from Gaz on the mats, taking a deep breath as you focus on sparring Gaz, pushing everything else away, and just doing what you were good at. Someone on the sidelines counted down, and when they said ‘go!’ you felt every thought in your mind vanish… body taken over by the animalistic side that was your military training.

You had Gaz pinned down to the mat within seconds. Much quicker than you’d ever managed before, it even had you in shock as you sat on Gaz’s chest, combat knife to his throat. He was shocked but then chuckled lightly. “Well damn… that was fast” you break from your daze and sit up off his chest, putting your knife away.

“Guess that’s what I get when I spar the most skilled soldier in the force” you reach your hand down and smile at his words, he takes your hand and help him stand up. It’s then that you notice a few other soldiers standing by the side with shock written on their expressions. You try to ignore them, seeing as Ghost was amongst them.

You simply look at Gaz and respond. “Thanks Gaz, I doubt that’s true” he shakes his head and puts a hand on your shoulder. “Cmon now, you train harder and more than anyone else, it’s no shock that you’re a master at close combat” you blush lightly, smiling at his kind words.

It’s then that someone else steps up to the mat, “I’ll be the judge of that” you turn your head and spot a soldier you’ve seen multiple times before, you simply nod at his challenge. “Good luck” Gaz says with a playful tone and steps back from the mat, joining the others on the sidelines. You take your position again on the mats, facing your opponent.

As someone counts down again, you once again felt everything shut off aside from instincts. “GO!” the soldier yells and just like before, you lunged towards your opponent, having his body in an arm bar after what seemed like, to him at least, the blink of an eye. There was a whistle or two behind you both from the crowd that began to form.

When he tapped your leg you let go, and he got up brushing himself off with a grimace on his face. You put your hand out, as a sign of good sportsmanship but he swats it away, walking off, muttering under his breath You chuckle lightly, loving how you felt confidence begin to surge through you.

Your breath catches in your throat at the familiar sound of Ghost’s voice. “Soldier. That’s not how we spar, 50 push-ups. Now” relief ran through you when you realized he wasn’t speaking to you. Daring to look where his voice came from, you saw he was referring to the soldier you just sparred. Ghost’s hand gripping his arm, glaring into his eyes.

The soldier looked irritated, but didn’t dare to disrespect Ghost. “Yes Sir” he says through seething teeth, dropping to the ground and beginning to serve his punishment. It’s then that Ghost looks back over to you on the mat, you keep eye contact, suddenly feeling bold. He simply nods his head… you were speechless.

There didn’t seem to be any ill intent in his action, almost as if it was a sign of comradery… a sign of respect. Immediately at that thought you look away, chuckling to yourself at such an absurd thought. As if Ghost would ever show you any sign of respect… especially after your outburst yesterday. He must be messing with you, trying to put you in a false sense of security… in order to break you later.

When you look back at the mat, another soldier steps up ready to take you down. After you pinned them on their stomach, and they walk off with clenched fists, another soldier has already taken their place. This goes on for a while, people stepping up feeling confident, smirks on their faces, only to leave with a feeling of disappointment after you had them pinned at your mercy.

Some shake your hand, some laugh it off with a smile, some congratulate you, and those who dare act immature, swatting away your hand, or accusing you of cheating, immediately draw Ghost’s attention. His voice stern and clear as he demands they drop to the ground, and pay their punishment.

You try to ignore it, convincing yourself it was for him to keep good face, but he seemed only focused on those who disrespected you… ignoring all the other soldiers sparring on the other mats. He stood watching you like a hawk as you knocked down soldier after soldier.

However, you only cared about the praise coming from Soap, who stood in the crowd, watching you intently. He was smirking the whole time, offering you a high five or a whistle at a particularly quick takedown. It had Ghost seething… he felt jealous. Wanting so badly to interact with you how Soap did.

Just then he approaches the mat, your smile drops and you feel your heartbeat quicken. He looks down at you through his mask, his whole figure was menacing. “My turn.” He said simply, causing a few other soldiers to ‘ooo’ softly, knowing just how exciting this pair up would be. You gulp down the lump in your throat, feeling a shiver go through you.

Before you can even respond Soap steps in front of Ghost, blocking his path. “I was first, wait your turn yeah?” there was a moment of silence. Both men glaring the other down, that is until some people in the crowd speak up. Sadly, not in the way you hoped. They begin to calm Soap down, telling him to just let Ghost go first, telling him how exciting it would be to watch us go head to head.

Soap looks at you, and although you were afraid, you couldn’t avoid Ghost forever. You nod slightly at Soap, telling him it was okay, as much as he hated it, he stepped down, joining the sidelines once again. He watches Ghost walk past him, not even sparing him a glance, getting in position in front of you on the mat.

You slowly move to do the same, looking at him across from you, grabbing your knife tightly, ready for what will be the most difficult sparring session of your training today. Once again a soldier begins to count down.

“Three…” your heart was racing, “two…” you felt your grip tighten on the knife, knuckles whitening, “one…” Ghost’s stare made your stomach churn, maybe this wasn’t a good idea. “Go!” too late. You watch as Ghost lunges towards you, aiming to grab at your waist, you dodge and move aside, deciding to take this opportunity to your advantage.

All your pent up rage for months, you now had the chance to take it all out on the man who was the cause for all your suffering. You thought back to every time Ghost told you off in front of your team… to every time he made you stay late in training, every time he insulted you, every time he denied you basic respect! You felt your blood boil, every part of you trembling with rage, your gaze went dark, seeing red.

The spar went on for longer than all the others, at times he pinned you down, others you had your knife to his throat, but it didn’t seem to come to an end. You both pause for a moment, keeping distance from each other, panting hard, sweating from exhaustion, but your fire still burning inside you.

Everyone else was watching intently, no longer focusing on their own training, too entranced in the scene before them. When you hear Soap’s voice you smile “GO ON LASS! Take him down a notch!” loving how vocal he was with his support, how much he wanted to watch you take your vengeance.

You noticed how Ghost’s eyes glanced over at Soap for a moment, a whole new anger taking over him. That was your chance… you lunge forward, taking him down, a loud thud echoing around the room as his back collided with the mats. There was a collective ‘ooo’ from the crowd but you blocked it out.

Before he could retaliate you had him on his knees, standing behind him, your knife against his throat, an arm twisted, wrist pinned to his back by your knee. He was frozen for a moment, before dropping his knife as a sign of forfeit. The crowd begins to clap and you let out a breath, stepping back from Ghost’s body, bracing yourself on your knees.

Exhaustion took over your body, but you couldn’t help but chuckle to yourself… you won. You beat him. Your body then froze and eyes widen. Shit… you beat him. Your feeling of satisfaction and joy was taken over by fear. No chance he was going to let you get away with damaging his dignity like that… and in front of everyone too?!?

‘Shit I should’ve let him win! What was I thinking?! I wasn’t thinking!!’ Your thoughts were interrupted by a pat on your back. You turn your head to see Soap, he had a grin from ear to ear, pride clear on his face. “Well done lass!” You smile back at him, deciding to push away your other thoughts and just enjoy this moment of victory.

People pat you on the back, congratulating you before walking off to continue their own training. You look back at the mat and watch Ghost stand up, some people patting his back, saying something, and he just shrugs. You take a breath before walking over, he turns and faces you.

You put out your hand and smile “That was fun… it was close” every second feels like an hour as you wait for him to accept your hand. When he finally does you relax a little, he doesn’t grip it harshly… he didn’t try to threaten you. He just spoke in a sincere voice “Well done… Gaz was right, you’re one of the best soldiers we got”

Those words took you aback. Never once had he said that before… never once had he complimented you on anything. There was shock written on your face, still shaking his hand, as if in a daze. He really wasn’t trying to trick you, his voice was too sincere, too honest, for it all just to be a trap.

Ghost feels his heart hurt as he watches your face contort to shock from his compliment. As if he just told you Santa wasn’t real. It made him realize just how much he hurt you over the last year, just how much his words of criticism and judgment dragged you down. He let go of your hand, feeling himself be overcome by shame.

At the fact that you don’t move, and stay silent, he takes the opportunity to speak his mind. “Listen… I reflected a lot after what happened yesterday, and I’m sorry. You’re right… about everything” he spoke in a low voice, not wanting the others to hear this conversation, and his tone was unwavering and honest as he spoke.

“You don’t deserve what I put you through, you’re a phenomenal part of this task force… of this family. Truth is, I admire you, soldier. And I don’t say it enough but I am proud of you and everything you’ve achieved. I took it too far yesterday.” You were still frozen, taking in all his words. It’s when he finally stays silent, waiting for your response, that you break from your daze.

“Wow… I mean… Thank you Ghost, I appreciate it” you say, but you then furrow your brows, face dropping slightly to confusion. “But if all of that is true, why did you ever push me as hard as you did? If you really thought I was doing well, why did you punish and insult me into thinking otherwise?” you couldn’t get over it, yes he apologized but what he did to you can’t just be labeled as him being ‘blindsided’.

He looked at the ground, unable to look you in the eyes as he said his next words, he knew how absurd he sounded. “The moment I met you, I knew you had great potential as a soldier, but I also knew that I wouldn’t be able to keep our relationship professional.” You tried to understand but just shook your head, still finding every word he says nonsensical.

“What the hell does that mean?” You ask and he finds the courage to look back up at you. “I liked you… from the moment I saw you out on the field, then again in training, again in the common room, I only began to admire you more each time I saw you. So I tried to make our relationship as professional as possible… at fear of getting personal. So I pushed you… further than I should have. And I’m sorry”

Now you were completely floored, you kept your voice low as people were still in the room, but your frustration is explicit in your tone. “What the fuck Ghost. That’s your excuse?! That you cared too much for me?” You scoff and turn around to walk off, before looking at him over your shoulder again to speak one last time.

“And if I’m being honest… I wanted to have a personal relationship with you. I admired the hell out of you, wanted to be in your presence every chance I got. I wanted to be close to you like everyone else… but even more, I wanted to be the person you could really rely on. I appreciate your apology, but it’s too little too late. Now our relationship is strictly professional… I’ll see you later lieutenant”

You walk off, not sparing him another glance. His confession weighing heavy on your mind, did Ghost really mean all that? The fact that he was denying you the opportunity to get close to him? You were lost… you almost wanted to cry, eyes welling up slightly. The idea that you never stood a chance because he didn’t ‘want’ to get close to you? It hurt you.

All that faded away as you spotted Soap standing at the door, leaning against the frame, waiting for you. You give him a soft smile and he smiles back. “Cmon Lass, let’s grab something to eat… just us” When you finally meet him at the door he throws his arm around your shoulder, as the two of you walk off.

But you couldn’t get what Ghost said out of your head… you did so much more than just admire him. But you and Soap had just found something… you didn’t know what it was but it was something. Ghost was too late… right?

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[kitmoas]

in which prey becomes muse

Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: **18+** **Minors DNI** **SMUT** dark and demonic themes, death, possession, knife, stomach bulge, stalker stuff, slight "magic" things

If I missed anything let me know

Author's Note: I once am again sorry this is late, life man. BUT it is here and part of a nice little trick r treat vibe. so here's part 1 of the double feature for good ole Friday the 13th. Once again I apologize if it's rough. I am still MONTHS out of practice when it comes to writing, so I'm trying my hardest to get back into the swing of things and remember how to put my thoughts into good words. So bare with me.

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Even now, up against the wall with her knife pressed against the thin stretch of skin above your rapidly beating heart, you can’t help but admire the way that the sunlight bounces off the golden handle or how the intensity in her dark blue eyes swirls in storms. The way she stands, the soft smirk pulling at her lips and the slight slouch of her shoulders, almost makes you feel relaxed. The warmth of her body is intoxicating as it shields you from the wind soaring through the air. 

You had seen her so many times in your travels around the small town, across the road or in the diner. She was pretty much the talk of the town since she got here, everyone gossiping about the city girl who escaped to an old town. Something about her was so enticing, so enthralling; and though you knew you wouldn’t survive the encounter, you just had to take the chance as it was given to you. She was the definition of a heartbreaker, even from the way she carried herself on a day to day basis. 

Falling into the trap that she set was easy. It was almost foolproof even before you realized what was happening. You wanted to be seen by her so badly that you didn’t realize that you were the reason that she even ended up in the dead-end broken down area. The young girl already had a bit of a history, and though you didn’t know what this meant you could tell she had traveled to many places and seen the world more than anyone you grew up with. 

Despite your predicament, you wanted to know more—the mystery of the girl who not only knew who you were but was risking arrest to be near you. This should have scared you, and maybe deep down it did, but on the surface it just excited you. Your mouth had opened many times, jaw dropping and lips moving silently, as you tried to say something or ask any of your gnawing questions but you were stopped each and every single time. 

There’s something in her eyes as you stare up at her, an almost unnatural glimmer. “Can your little mind not make up any words?” she husked, her voice raspy and deep as if she hadn’t spoken in months. 

It's a simple first sentence, and you can’t tell if she’s being sarcastic or taunting you, but you can’t help the blush that rises up your neck. Scrambling to find an answer in your mind, you just shake your head pathetically. Heart dropping as you see her smirk fall from her face, her lips falling into an annoyed straight line. The disappointment radiates in the cold air, chilling you to the bone and making you crave the heat that once emitted from the brunette. 

“I suppose this isn’t much of a setback. I didn’t track you for this long just to hear you speak. I heard you’re quite the annoying one.” She watches you blink slowly, a squeak tumbling from your lips when she pushes your body back against the wall with the tip of her blade. “Isn’t that what Ms. Adovyn said? It was quite difficult to tell through all the screaming, but she had a lot to say about you and that was years ago.” The smug look twitches back across her face, stretching it entirely too far as she watches realization settle into your eyes. 

Ms. Adovyn was your high school teacher, some arts class you took freshman year, who passed away just a year ago. It had shook the entire town after they found her body mutilated in her own secure home and not a single suspect to be named. Slowly you try to pull yourself from this haze of infatuation that you have found yourself in to try to put things together. There was no way that all the random unsolved murders and disappearances in the town were all linked to this girl. She was barely older than you and some of them went as far back as your childhood. The neighbor who used to babysit you was found skinned when you were just seven years old, but it was left an unsolved crime with zero traces of fingerprints or struggle. 

A soft giggle from the girl looming over you snaps you out of your thoughts, and you gasp as you look into her eyes. Pure black with a pulsing cobalt light within, almost hypnotizing you as you struggle to pull your focus from her. “What? Don’t tell me my secret is already out?” Her hand moves, dragging the knife down your chest towards the neckline of your shirt. It leaves a thin, stinging red line, a few small crimson bubbles forming. 

You shake your head slowly, confusion flooding your system as you try to fight whatever you can feel brewing in your stomach. Unsure of what she means by secret, you start to become hyper aware of where every single part of the girl is. Her hand is firm against your hip, thumb softly rubbing at the bone she finds there—too softly for how hard her nails dig into you. Her thigh rubs harshly against you so that she keeps you almost glued to the dingy brick wall. The fingers that have a claw grip on the glimmering handle dangle carelessly down your shirt. 

Her face slowly turns up from where she was watching your body squirm to pout up at you. “Aww c’mon. I thought you would fight me more than this. Or are you so stupid to even realize what is happening?” The soft hair on the top of her head falls down in front of her eyes, making her look like an innocent puppy as she tilts it in questioning. “I thought after I waited for you for so long you would at least make this fun.” Growling under her breath as she leans in to nip at your collar, she bares her teeth at you as she pulls away. “Maybe you would come with a bit of a bite?” 

When her thigh forces its way in between your own, her muscle pressing upwards, it starts to make sense. The warmth bubbling in your stomach is starting to almost feel painful, and the longer you feel her calloused hand on you, the more it confuses you. Trying to understand your own bodily reactions, you allow that heat to start manifesting in a thing you can control—anger. You weren’t sure where the sudden confidence in your vocal cords came from, nor the grit in your normally soft respectful voice. “What? Can’t get laid? You have to commit crimes for someone to fuck you?” 

The girl’s eyes almost become a beacon of light, the cobalt flashing brilliantly as she lets her head fall back shrieking in laughter—a loud, rambunctious sound that blends in with the howling wind. “Well there’s your personality. You just needed to get touched a bit? Is your poor pussy being neglected?” Sneering at you, she lets her head roll back to look at you again. Licking at her lips, she sharply grinds her thigh up into you as she raises her eyebrow in questioning. “Do you need someone to make you feel all warm and wet? Someone to make you understand just how your cunt should be handled?” 

Your mouth opens and closes as you stumble over your words, feeling someone’s hand touch between your legs for the first time with purpose. It wasn’t a surprise as to what she wanted, but you weren’t sure she would actually go through with it. She had kept you in the same spot for so long that your legs were tingling with exhaustion and your back was starting to ache. 

Craning your neck, you try to look down at where the shiny blade pressed into your lower torso. The need to deny her was strong, and the urge to grapple for the control you were so used to ran deep in your veins, but something stopped you. A warmth that was building slowly, the center of it was rooted in your stomach. You wanted to ignore it, but it was there from the beginning and it only burned faster the more she touched you. 

“Tell me, everytime I waited for you to see me, did you think of me that night? Every single time I made sure that you noticed me trailing you, did you touch yourself to the thought of me?” Her hand moved softly along your thighs, nails scratching at the tender skin she finds as she speaks through gritted teeth. It’s almost like she’s forcing herself to take it slow. 

Shaking your head, you’re honest but you wanted to lie. How do you tell a beautiful girl that you just wanted the chance to speak to her, that you never once thought of her in a sexual way? There was no way that she would want someone so innocent that you had barely even touched yourself, right? Will she think you’re too much of a prude? Will she mock you for never allowing someone else to touch you? 

The girl snorts, pulling away slightly to stare you down. Her eyes watch you carefully, hand placement a bit lighter than before as if she is almost testing to see if you’ll move. “Oh, oh! I get it. The pretty girl is a virgin, aren’t you?” Nose wrinkling as the devious smirk stretches her mouth unnaturally. Her gaze turns predatory, darkening as her nails dig aggressively into your thigh. “You don’t even know how to say no, do you? The perfect little thing for me to completely corrupt and ruin.” Her voice echoes the longer she speaks, raising as she gets more and more excited. Almost like a little puppy, hearing all their favorite words, she even begins to bounce on her toes slightly. “They told me you were the ideal person, absolutely exquisite, and they were utterly correct. You had to have been sent to me from some higher power, and all I had to do was listen to them.” 

Blinking slowly, you weren’t even aware that you were being moved from the wall. The way she spoke was confusing, what did she mean by that? You were so lost in thought that you didn’t see the other girl’s change in demeanor. Twitching slightly, even letting the blade clatter to the dirty wet pavement below you, her body starts to contort. Muscles and bones stretching and cracking as she twists around. 

It’s her hand gripping your throat, clawing as she lets her nails dangerously dig into the veins she finds there. Cutting off your oxygen immediately when she somehow body slams you to the ground, pressing her entire weight on your neck. Her knee digs into your thigh and forces her way in between your legs. **Popping her head directly in front of your face, and though you already couldn’t breath the way her appearance changed, causes an unsettling chill to overwhelm your body.** Eyes sunken in, completely glowing cobalt, and every ounce of color drained from her skin leaving her gray and her veins almost filled with ink. 

Her hips grind down into yours, and her free hand gropes viciously at your breast. Stings of pain pulse through your body, and settle in your stomach as a low burn. Shame fills your brain as you realize what’s happening and how your body was reacting. “It’s okay, little girl, you were made for them and it’ll be me who gets to take you for them.” 

Slipping her hand down your body, her nails somehow scratch into your side harsh enough to cut the skin it finds. Fumbling around for a minute, her hand finally catches on the hem of your pants. Ripping the fabric almost completely her smile turns feral at the sight of your lacy underwear. Her thumb clumsily rubs against the thinnest of the fabric that covers your cunt before her head pops back up, eyes almost glowing. “Oh, how silly of me. Why would I not tell you my name? My name came from the person who gave me my blessing, Keket, but you can just call me Kate.” 

Your vision is blurry, twitching as you stare up at her. Back pulsing slightly from where the pebbles and dirt dig into, but it’s the way her fingers slip your panties to the side and swipe through your folds that makes focus difficult. The tip of her pointer pokes at your clit and it ignites something that you weren’t expecting. Arousal wasn’t something you felt often, and you didn’t even think that the warmth brewing in your body was that, but there was no denying the gush of wetness from her direct touch. 

Cackling the young girl’s face almost morphs as she notices the change, allowing her finger to rub small tight circles on your rapidly hardening clit. “Such an innocent little virgin, who’s cum and blood is worth so much to the الألوهية.” Her voice deepens as she speaks, leaning more heavily against your throat. “Your body is theirs to own but for now this pure tight pussy is mine to stretch.” 

Even though you wanted to ask what she was talking about, wanted to figure out who this girl was, you didn’t have the opportunity as she shoved two fingers into you in one go. The scream that tears through your teeth is muffled, barely there from the weight of her body against your neck. You can feel the pain throbbing from between your thighs and you’re pretty sure she tore something, but the moment her thumb comes up to caress your clit it’s almost like none of the pain matters. The warm arousal floods your system and begins to push out the pain. 

Her hand thrusts, vigorously, and it causes your body to move along the ground. You can feel the pavement and all the random things beneath you scratching at you, leaving bright searing burns. “God, you were born to take this and you’ll take more. Won’t you?” She’s leaning up over you now, a brief relief as she allows you to take gasping breaths. 

It takes a minute for the oxygen to spread throughout your body, and it does nothing but fan the flames within your tummy. Rough and tender, you take your time to inhale as you try to calm down. You wanted to gain control over the situation, but you knew that you were even rapidly losing authority over your own bodily functions. When her calloused fingers rub against a spot inside you, you can’t help your hips rutting up into her thrusts. It indirectly motivates her and she leans down some so that she spit on your clit. Playing for a moment, and stuffing the spit inside you, she practically growls as her body flops onto you. 

“You feel so tight around me, so fucking wet. I bet you’ll feel even better around my cock. Tight little slutty cunt letting just anyone take her virginity.” Her fingers move faster inside of you as she bites into your neck. The sharp nips dig into where your sensitive skin is already bruising from her hand, as her hips push her fingers even deeper into you. You can’t help the moan that slips through your lips, and the way you start grinding down into her. 

Letting your eyes slip closed, you finally allow yourself to try and enjoy what was happening. This was your first time and while it wasn’t how you envisioned it, Kate is a gorgeous woman and you were surprised she even wanted you. You’re still a bit confused by how she was talking but you knew that many people were into roleplay so maybe that’s what was happening. Her strength came as a shock and even her appearance seemed weird, but everyone wanted her and you got her. 

“If I was you, I would focus whore.” A harsh slap lands on your cheek, slamming the side of your face into the ground as she demands your attention. Her fingers had abandoned their post in between your legs and instead she was grinding her own hips there, a bulge prominent. It felt nice but you were confused as you tried to blink the stars from your vision. “Ready or not princess, I’m about to own you.” 

She barely finishes her sentence when she snaps her hips, and something is forced into you. You weren’t quite sure what it was, but it filled you overwhelmingly. It rubbed against that spot inside of you that forces a whine from your throat, and for the first time you cling to her. Arms swing instantly so that your nails dig into her biceps. It was too much and not enough all at once, and you weren’t sure how to feel. You wanted her to do whatever she wanted, but you knew that was exactly what she wanted. 

Hips rutting into you, she lets her hands fall to your stomach to allow her thumbs to press into the bulge she finds there. “Do you see that little girl? You see my cock so deep inside your stupid little cunt? It’s leaking all over the place, even if most of it is blood.” She shrugs as she moves her hips, staring down at the way you stretch around her almost obsidian fog appendage. The bright red blood coats it and makes it seem as though it isn’t practically nothing, just a temporary blessing from the higher power to give an advantage to it’s chosen vessel. 

Her voice shoves you closer to the edge, rough and rumbly as she humps you like a dog. You wanted her to touch you more, something triggering in your brain to miss her touch. She leaves her hands where they are though, a knowing smirk spreading on your face when she sees you desperately starting to plead up at her. She knows the signs even if you don’t. 

You have already started to tighten around her cock, easy to push towards an orgasm as she manipulates your body however she wants. She knew that you would be simple, even wet while she was roughing you up with a knife against your throat. It never took much for someone so pure, and she knew that she had to act fast as well. Letting her hips rut into you at a speed that shouldn’t be able, but the spirits helped her along. 

“Do you want me to touch you? You want your stalker to touch you?” She hums, tilting her head as if she wasn’t even physically exerted. Her hair messy and moving all over the place as she forces herself into you more. “Does your little cunt need my touch to cum?” 

Nodding you let yourself succumb to her actions, the want to fall over the edge becoming too great now. The coil inside your stomach is almost searing hot and cracking. You didn’t want to give in, but you knew that she would never let you cum if you didn’t and for some reason you didn’t care. The more she shoved her cock into you the more delirious you got, your brain fuzzy and unfocused. 

“Beg. Babble like the little slut you are and beg your stalker to take your body. They want to hear you beg like the bitch you are.” Her words are punctuated with a sharp snap of her hips, forcing you unwillingly over the edge. 

Your vision completely fills with stars, blinding you as you scream. Kate hurriedly slams down into you, her body leaning fully on her arm that lays across her throat, to cover your mouth with her hand. She may be protected by the divine power, but she knew that suspicion could arise if people heard your screams and they were not one for attention. Pinching your nose closed she allows you to ride out your orgasm, body convulsing underneath her. 

Entirely surrounded by not only her warmth, but the boiling heat within your own stomach, you try to push as much oxygen out through the small cracks in her hold on you. It was painful but she’s still rutting into you and pushing the cum to start leaking out of you. A small puddle forming below you the longer that she thrusts into you, and your eyes roll back completely until they slip shut. 

Slowly Kate starts to pull out, leaning against your throat as she stares down at your red puffy cunt. It leaks cum and her own black almost molten cum. She hadn’t even realized that she was able to cum in you, solely focused on pushing you over the edge and keeping the blanket of security over the two of you. Blinking slowly she feels her body start to lighten, a sure sign that she did well and the authority was pleased. It all seemed to be going fine, her hand reaching down between your thighs to shove the wetness back into you, until a small crack echoed through the alley and her arm shifted downwards. 

Cautiously the young girl looks up at you, your lips blue and parted. “Fuck, I’m so sorry محبوب الجماهير! It wasn’t supposed to go like this! I promise, I thought I did good.” Despite her panic, her body’s color drained and her eyes sunk into her head, the fog leaking out briskly as her jaw dropped open. 

The next day not a single piece of evidence was found, just chunks of your skin stuck to a completely clean knife in a small cloud of dense fog. 

The translates are roughly

--محبوب الجماهير! -- idol

--الألوهية--divine/divinity

(Shoutout to my girlfriend @themidnightcrimson--she edited the beginning part of this so if it got terrible at the end you now know why.)

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Villain is DEFINITELY NOT SICK and as they are in a fight with Hero, wounded and exhausted, they collapse with fever and Hero is “obligated” to help them.

Villain proceeds to insist they don’t need help, you take the plot from there :)

DEFINITELY NOT SICK—

Definitely Not Sick

Villain would be the first to tell you that if you got sick, you could just push through it.

Villain was also a criminal.

Moral is; you should not trust a single word that comes out of their mouth.

Hero knew that, they recited it to themselves through every battle and every discussion. Constantly replaying it in their head to distract from any lingering and easily manipulatable thoughts. If Villain got a hold of one of those, it meant they had an opening.

With an opening, one could be tricked. One could be killed in this line of work.

Hero never let that opportunity present itself.

Except now, as they stared at the sweaty, hyperventilating and delusional villain on the ground, they couldn’t keep their facade on any longer. Letting their mind chant drop just enough to slow their movements to a stop.

It was dangerous. That, Hero knew. But they also refused to believe that someone could fake the fever shakes and hallucinations.

Honestly, if Villain was faking, Hero deserved to be caught. The criminal had earned it with this performance.

“Villain?”

The other didn’t respond, struggling to even push themselves to their hands and knees. Grunting and wheezing in pain and overexertion as they attempted to get back up.

“Villain, this isn’t funny.” Still no answer. “If this is some sick joke to hone my compassion, it’s not working.”

False. It was working. Very well actually.

The criminal did nothing but pant heavily in response, head bowed to the ground as they swayed on their knees. They only lasted another three seconds before their inevitable collapse.

Hero’s initial instincts finally kicking in as they rushed forwards, picking up the villain from the ground, cradling them in their arms. The crime-stopper waited for a moment, suddenly all of their anxieties rushing back and they were immediately set on edge, but nothing happened.

Villain didn’t pop up and strangle them, nor did they stab a knife through their chest. No, they stayed completely limp, nothing but a few groans indicated their sign of life.

At first, it was relieving. That they hadn’t been duped and weren’t facing their imminent death because of a kind gesture. Then they were terrified once more. Something was severely wrong with the villain. They were hot to the touch yet out cold, babbling nonsense yet entirely unconscious.

It didn’t make any sense.

The criminal was the strong and stoic character. Never blinking, never faltering and most definitely never holding back when it came to a fight.

Half the time Hero came home looking like they had just gone through an incinerator with built in katanas. Villain was definitely the last person they expected to collapse sick with a fever at their feet.

In fact, Hero had done nothing but scoff when they trapped the villain in the alleyway and they had mumbled something about “not feeling good”. They had expected a practical joke, not whatever this was.

They shook their head, they didn’t have time to battle with their inner turmoil of thoughts at the moment, Villain was at death’s door. They needed to act, and fast.

One hand releasing its hold on the villain, as it wrapped around to grab the emergency provisions water bottle on their belt. It was tiny, probably about the size of a can of pepper-spray, but it was for emergencies, which was exactly what was going on.

Flipping open the cap, Hero took off their mask.

Stupid decision number one.

Dumping all of their water onto the fabric as it soaked it up quickly. It made for a good makeshift cold cloth to press against the criminal’s forehead.

Wiping down their enemy’s face with it to try and cool them down. Truly, it seemed to help if even just a little.

They made the quick decision of deciding to leave the once-over for when they got some place more discreet. If they were to go ripping at the other’s suit in broad daylight, someone might just find them in an unexplainable predicament.

But from the sticky substance that coated their fingers through the villain’s shirt, Hero knew they had to be quick with a safe location.

It couldn’t be a hospital or friend’s house, nor the heroes base or an abandoned structure. None of those options were inherently safe.

It would have to be their place.

Stupid decision number two.

Treating the villain properly would take up the rest of their pay-check for the month. But if they didn’t do it they would die.

A sacrifice could be made for their favourite nemesis, right?

Stupid decision number three.

So, they began their excruciatingly long walk home. And the hero prayed that whatever Villain had was fixable with a home remedy.

#THIS HAS NOT BEEN PROOF READ #WHOOP #WHOOOP #Mwuahahahhahahaha #hero x villain #villain #villain x hero #hero #drabbles #fantasy #imagines #scenarios #hero and villain #Villain and hero #heroes #villains #villains x heroes #heroes x villains #villains and heroes #heroes and villains #whump #whumpee #caretaker #villain whump #villain whumpee #hero caretaker

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Strawhat polycule (+Vivi and Law) HCs

I was asked for some on twitter and I popped off there, so here they are! I have a ton more but this is what I'm posting now. Feel free to add more in the replies/reblogs!

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-at first it was completely unspoken! No one called it a relationship or really talked about it, they just existed together

-(also Chopper is like. Collectively everyone's kid/little brother like figure so he is not a part of the poly, but he's definitely a part of the cuddle piles!)

-Zoro Luffy and Nami got together first. They were in that dinghy together for so long and they knew so much random bullshit about one another by the end of it. It's part of what absolutely crushed Nami when she left to go back to cocoyashi, because even though it'd never been said out loud, she'd come to care so much for those two, and she was starting to care so much for Usopp too.

-Usopp was pulled into a cuddle session on the deck of the Merry within two days of joining, and he'd never felt so safe and cared for. He's hesitant to join in without being directly invited each time until post water 7, but Luffy has no problem just dragging him in every time.

-Sanji was the second hardest to get to join the cuddle piles. It took at least a month, and Nami dragging him in herself. She stuck him right between her and Zoro, and well. While Sanji won't say it to his face, Zoro is very very comfy to lay on, and waking up being held by him and Nami made him feel so cared for.

-Robin takes the place of most difficult strawhat to snuggle- until post Enies Lobby. After all they went through, after realizing that's it's okay to want to to live again and to want things for herself? She will just go and sit against whoever is still at the moment to read.

-Jmbei and Franky are always down for the cuddles piles too. Franky will wrap blankets around his metal parts to make them more comfortable, and Jimbei is big a huggable always!

-Brook loves the cuddle pile tradition and any and all physical affection. He was alone for so long that he was dealing with touch starvation... he cried during that first crew cuddle pile... or he would have if he had eyes! Yohohohoho skull joke!

-Vivi! Vivi sits with Nami while she draws her maps! Nami helps do her hair in the morning!

-Vivi likes to sit in the kitchen with Sanji and tell him about dishes from Alabasta! He makes them as similar as possible without the needed ingredients, and when they get to Alabasta, those are some of the first things he buys.

-Zoro teaches Vivi knife tricks to use with her peacock slashers, and how to properly use weights to train with. She chews him out for pushing himself too much when he does things he told her never to do. She's one of the few people who can actually get him to rest.

-Usopp and Vivi share stories! Vivi tells him all about Alabastan myths so he can use them in the tall-tales and he tells her the stories of East blue, both exaggerated and non-exaggerated!

-Luffy teaches her how to throw a proper punch after watching her hurt her hand practicing. What she was doing was working, but it wasn't super sustainable.

-One Time she and Luffy have a conversation about ruling. She will be the queen of Alabasta, and he the pirate king, so it felt fitting to talk about it. Goa gets brought up, and Luffy tells her she'll be a much better queen than Goa's ruling family because her people will be free under her. Because she cares about them.

-leaving Vivi behind in Alabasta hurt them all so much. They sneak letters and denden calls back to her as often as possible.

-Zoro and Sanji still bicker like an old married couple and have their rivalry but they tend to sleep closer together than most. Zoro's a walking heater and Sanji gets cold in his sleep so.

-Sanji pays very close attention to everyone's favorite foods so he can make them as often as possible, but he also pays attention to their comfort foods so he can make them when they're feeling down.

-Zoro pretends he doesn't like sweets. He does, but if he eats them he HAS to brush his teeth after because the thought of his teeth weakening too much to hold a blade concerns him greatly.

-When Sanji notices, he starts making some dishes that taste sweet but have less sugar in them for Zoro.

-Makino used to buy Mikans all the way from cocoyashi, and when Luffy realized that Nami's Mikan Juice recipe is the one that Makino got from the person she bought mikans from, he got so excited. He gets so excited when Nami makes it.

-Nami and Zoro go out drinking with one another in ports all the time. Zoro watches her back while she cheats at cards, and he helps keep creepy guys away. Nami flirts with all the women who try to flirt with Zoro. He's bisexual as all hell, but sometimes women can be creepy too. They will challenge people to try and out drink them, and people loose that bet all the time.

-Once Nami realized just how into Fashiom Sanji was? Endgame. She drags him shopping with her all the time, and once she made him understand that he could be honest with her when it came to clothing instead of just complimenting her, it's phenomenal. He knows so much about different brands, how to spot fakes, and he's just as good at bargaining as she is.

-Robin steals maps from libraries for Nami to compare hers to, and then make better versions of. She returns them after, of course, but not without a copy Nami's notes neatly placed with them. Robin's also really good at finding places for Nami to sell her maps.

-Everyone finds out Zoro can sew pretty early on. He's constantly fixing tears in his clothing, and he eventually starts offering it to the others too. And if he can't fix it nearly, he'll embroider something over it to make it look like it's part of the design. He claims he learned because needles are just "tiny swords."

-Luffy and Zoro take naps together all the time. They're not allowed to go all out with sparing unless their on an uninhabited island though. They don't want to hurt the Merry or the Sunny too much.

-Luffy has taught Nami a couple bo staff tricks he learned from Ace and Sabo as a kid.

-Luffy LOVES to listen to all of them talk about things their passionate about. He may not understand it all, but he doesn't mind listening to the same things more than once or different explanations either.

-if someone talks about a problem near Franky and Usopp, it's solved within a day. They'll build something to fix it or help at the drop of a hat.

-once Nami learned that Zoro was good at math, she asked him to help keep track of all the finances.

-Luffy nuzzles them a bit like a feral animal sometimes. He grew up in the jungle, and you can take the boy out of the jungle, but not the jungle out of the boy.

-Luffy will sit in Usopp's lap while he tells stories if it's just the two of them. They fish together a lot too!

-Brook can play anything he's ever heard, so he collects everyone's favorite songs like pokemon.

-they have a board full of little things they've said to one another that they don't want to forget in the library. It has everything from compliments to cursed things to the completely random and mind blowing things their captain says once in a blue moon.

-Luffy kisses people's foreheads and cheeks to tell them good night. It's one of the best parts of everyone's nights.

-Sanji likes to kiss people's hands, especially if they have to be bandaged for any reason. He only did this with Nami, Robin, Vivi, and Chopper at first, but it quickly spread to Luffy and Usopp. He even does it for Franky, who can't feel his hands and will just remake them instead of bandaging them up.

-the first time someone did this back to Sanji (it was nothing more than a papercut), and it was Zoro. It flusters him so bad that everyone started grabbing his hands to kiss them just because they feel like it.

-there are very few occasions where Zoro sleeps in a way where his back isn't covered. It's almost always when one of them is injured and he's guarding them.

-Luffy loves to talk about bugs to Robin and Usopp, but the second Nami or Sanji come into the room he immediately stops because he knows they're afraid of bugs. Nami eventually tells him that hearing about them doesn't really spook her, and that there are some bugs she likes. The pollinators for her mikan trees, for example. The bees and the butterflies. So Luffy talks about those with her instead. Sanji's infinitely grateful that his captain doesn't mention the creepy crawlies to him.

-Franky and Usopp like to make little trinkets for people, and when they work together, the trinkets come out beautifully.

-Franky and Brook got into a pun war once. It lasted for days. They decided they were equals in tomfoolery because if they didn't they may have driven Nami mad.

-Robin and Sanji are the most verbal about complimenting the others. They work together to pull the others out of bad headspace's when necessary.

-Zoro convinces Usopp and Nami to do some exercises with him. They thought he'd push them the way he did himself at first, but he could never.

-Zoro is one of the biggest softies of the whole group. He just pretends he isn't. They all know this.

-After they all trauma dump at some point, Usopp makes sketches of the people they've lost, so that if they don't have any photographs, they can have this. They have all sobbed to Usopp after receiving one of these sketches.

-Usopp's room is full of drawings of the strawhats doing different things. Some of his favorites are of Nami picking mikans, Sanji teaching Chopper the steps to a dance in the kitchen, Brook playing violin in the moonlight, and Luffy asleep on the Sunny's figurehead.

-Franky had never considered letting anyone help fix and tamper with his insides until the Strawhats. But he feels so safe with them that he has no problem explaining how he works and what to do to upgrade the slots he has trouble reaching.

-Brook and Zoro spar against each other often. they start interweaving parts of one other's styles into their own as they learn them.

-They started acknowledging it all more post TS.

-one of the first things Luffy did was tell them all he loved them. One of the few things he regrets is not telling Ace that enough, and he's not gonna make that mistake again. It starts a chain reaction, and they all start say it out loud, some more than others.

-all the Strawhats knew Luffy had nightmares even before the skip. He never said anything about it, but he'd sneak to sleep with one of them even on non-cuddle pile nights. It's more noticeable post time skip. They don't ask.

-Sanji comes back with long hair and wearing heels, and no one questions it. Good for him. His kicks hurt more and they missed his food dearly. Nami and Robin now get to help him with his hair too!

-Brook adds most his earnings as Soul King to the treasury for the crew. He also came back with gifts from all over for all of them.

-Zoro learned even more stuff about sewing from Perona, and when he finally gets to fix something for Nami and Robin with an intricate design he learned, he looks so excited to be doing it. One of them snuck a photo and it's the first photo on the photo board they added beside the quote board.

-everyone loves to sit in the Galley and talk with Sanji while he cooks. Sometimes he'll sing if they're all quiet.

-Robin likes to play with people's hair when she's reading, and she likes to read aloud just as much.

-Sanji and Usopp cut and style everyone's hair.

-Jimbei is overwhelmed by how welcoming the Strawhats are before he's even officially joined them. He knows what to expect by the time he makes it to Wano though, and he's so excited.

-Luffy saw right through Law in Punk Hazard. He saw the same look in his eyes as he's seen in Robin and Ace and a lit of his crew. He felt in his gut that if he didn't help Law he wouldn't live past whatever he was planning.

-he knew that telling his crew that Law saved his life would mean them learning that he almost died, but it doesn't stop him from doing it.

-even with that information they're hesitant to trust Law at first, but they fold pretty quickly as they start to see the same thing Luffy did in his eyes.

-Chopper asks Law what happened after Marineford because he's Luffy doctor and feels like he should know... and Law tells him. Everyone else listens from around the corner, heartbroken to hear that after the canera's cut, Luffy's brother died taking a hit for him. That Luffy was so exhausted and full of poison that Law knew he had to have been tortured in some way. That the surgery to save him took everything he had. That Jimbei was the one to bring him back to his senses while he was upset.

-Law tells him about what he needs to know so bluntly... but he leaves out how Luffy's scream for his brother never left his mind, reminding him of the way he lost Corazon. He doesn't tell Chopper that Luffy tore some of his wounds back open as soon as he was awake, desperate to try and find his brother.

-they all keep very close eyes on Law to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid after that. If nothing else, they won't let the man who saved their captain's life die.

-Sanji sneaks more food onto Law's plate whenever he's not looking because there's no way he's eating enough.

-Zoro starts spars with him to keep him out of his head.

-Robin shares knowledge back and forth with him, debating on simple things to pass the time. She accidentally picks up on all the signs that he too, survived a genocide. A tiny mistake in covering his accent while he was mostly asleep is what gave her the final clue to which one.

-even though he tries to hide it, Law is fascinated by how Franky kept himself alive.

-Nami asks about how they navigate under the ocean, but Law doesn't have all the answers for her. He tells her she should ask Bepo when they all meet up, and Nami is the first to get him talking about his crew. He doesn't even notice everyone else listening at first, but his clear love for them is what chases away that last little bit of suspicion.

-when they realize Law is just a dork underneath the fake moody attitude, they ask as many questions as they can to get that side of him to come out.

-Law has to bite the inside of his cheeks to not laugh at Brook's puns when they catch him off guard

-Nami trades him rare coins for regular ones when she sees him looking, but if he already has it in his collection, he'll tell her how much it's worth to sell.

-Usopp and Franky build him little models of the Germa 66 comic characters. They sit on display in the Tang.

-Law finds some old music from Flevance, and he trusts Brook to copy it down when he can't.

-Luffy manages to pull the childishness that he thought died more than a decade ago right back out of him. He finds himself in so much ridiculous bs, but it feels so nice to just let go.

-Robin explains how weapons from different cultures work so Usopp can rebuild them with Franky!

-Robin absolutely lies about it sprinkling rain lightly to cover up the fact that Law sheds a few tears when Doflamingo goes down.

#strawhat pirates #monkey d luffy #trafalgar d water law #strawhat poly #roanoa zoro #black leg sanji #nami one piece #usopp one piece #nico robin #franky one piece #soul king brook #first son of the sea jinbe #nefertari vivi #fluff

[hufflepuffwritingstuff2]

Could you write the siren villain singing the hero to sleep prompt? I love siren characters hfkfjffhd these prompts are giving me life right now ❤️

Hi anon! I’d love to! Thank you for requesting this, here you go!

From this prompt pack

Hero staggered into the cave, their clothes soaked through. They collapsed against the cavern wall, breathing heavily. That storm was no joke, it had practically torn their ship in two. They only hoped the rest of the crew had managed to survive. Their hand rested over a gash in their side, red seeping through their chilled fingers. Pink decorated their cheeks as the early stages of a cold settled in their chest.

Hero stared into the pool of water fed by the ocean at the cave mouth. They tilted their head as the pool started to ripple. A scaly face poked their head out from under the surface. Hero stumbled back, reaching for their knife strapped to their thigh.

“You!” Hero shouted weakly, “get away from me!”

The siren, Villain, rose a few more inches out of the water. They looked Hero up and down with their slitted eyes.

“You’re hurt,” Villain said.

“And I bet you just love that, don’t you?” Hero snapped, “bet you’re desperate for a taste of me-”

“Well yes, but not in that way,” Villain smirked.

Hero ignored them, continuing to fuss.

“Bet you just loved watching my ship go down. Bet your little friends had the time of their lives snacking on my crew-my family- you just came here to get the last snack, that’s it, isn’t it!?”

As Hero spoke, tears started to sting their eyes. Their whole crew was probably long gone thanks to the sirens.

“Hero, calm down,” Villain said softly.

They hauled themselves out of the pool and sat at Hero’s side. They gently wiped their tears.

“I called my brethren off,” Villain said, “your crew is fine. They all made it to an island not far from here. I came here to fetch you.”

“Ha,” Hero scoffed, “more like they all made it to Davy Jones’ Locker! Leave me alone, I’m not falling for any of your tricks!”

Hero curled in on themselves, sobbing quietly. Villain took another look at their wound; it looked pretty bad, they needed to treat it, but they got the feeling that Hero wouldn’t let them anywhere near it. Not to mention, they wouldn’t be able to move them with an injury like that.

“Hero, stop, please,” Villain said gently, “if you work yourself up, you’ll make your injury worse. Let me just take a look at it and-”

“No!” Hero shouted, “go away! For the last time!”

Villain bit their lip and sighed. It looked like there was no other way. Villain opened their mouth and started to sing. It was soft and gentle at first, then became a little louder. Hero turned to look at Villain, and their eyes glazed over. Villain beckoned them forward, still singing. Hero crawled over to them, entranced. Villain laid Hero’s head in their lap and started to stroke their hair. They gently closed Hero’s eyes for them. Hero drifted off to the sound of Villain’s song. Once they were sure they were asleep, Villain gently maneuvered Hero back onto the cave floor and got to work.

…

Hero woke up with a start. They felt grains of sand sticking to them, and a soft pressure around their torso. They looked down and saw seaweed wrapped snugly around their wound.

“Hero!”

Hero turned and saw First Mate swiftly approaching them. They bent down and hugged them, careful not to aggravate their injury.

“We were so worried about you,” First Mate said, “when Villain’s sirens brought us here, no one could find you. We thought that you- well, it doesn’t matter. Villain found you and brought you back.”

Hero’s mind was racing. Villain was telling the truth? The last thing they remembered was yelling at them to go away… how did they bring them here? Villain watched the reunion from a safe distance. Their Hero was safe, and that was all that mattered.

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[everything-magic-sparkles]

Michael Myers Smut 18+

🔪 🩸 🎃 🍁 🍂 😷

Many might think Michael only tilts his head when his curiosity gets the best of him. Hohoho it’s not just that.

Michael is likely a sexually repressed virgin that can only find satisfaction through killing, as he likely doesn’t have any clue what sexual pleasure is. His heavy breathing gives it away. He loves slowly approaching his next victim- and if they’re oblivious to what’s going on at first, that gets him off even more.

Once they do know what’s happening, however, that’s when the real thrill for Michael sets in.

He loves to watch them stumble over their own feet and struggle to regain their balance, or when they jump out of their skin when he scares them.

Plunging his large butcher knife into their flesh and hearing them gargle on their own blood will do the trick, wrapping his large hand around their neck to feel their jugular vein go from pumping hard, to hissing as the blood empties from their body. In the middle of doing this, if it feels especially satisfactory, his head will tick to the side, eyes rolling back. He can’t help it, it just feels so good.

You made him do this the night you showed him what sex really was.

Being as kinky as you were, you understood how his messed up antics got him off. And how being sexually repressed can drive one to kill.

He stood there, watching from afar, and breathing heavily as you teased him by pulling up the ghost sheet you were wearing and exposing your cold, yet flushed ass to him. You had noticed him on your night out trick or treating, standing in the dark.

He had likely been stalking you all night.

You were too scared to speak, but horny enough to taunt the legendary killer that haunted Haddonfield Illinois. You’d been waiting for this moment ever since you heard about him.

His hand gripped the handle of his knife tightly, breath shaking as you spread your ass cheeks with your hands. He didn’t know why, but seeing those two round mounds of flesh with a couple of holes between them was making his cock stiff. Sweat practically poured down his neck and out his mask.

Looking around for a moment, you suddenly noticed he had disappeared. “Fuck…” you cursed under your breath before he appeared right in front of you.

You shut your eyes tightly, hearing him step in front of you.

…But he just stood there when you opened them?

“M-Michael?” Your heart was pounding in your throat.

As you both stood in front of each other, you noticed that he wasn’t trying to hurt you. His demeanor almost seemed like a cry for help. And your theory was proven right whilst your eyes were examining him. He had a gigantic frame. Standing at 6’3 and weighing in at 200lbs.

As your eyes danced around every part of his body, they landed on the large, off to the side bulge in his navy blue coveralls.

You swallowed, “o-oh.”

Hesitant as to what do to first, you approached him, reaching for his collar. He stepped back for a moment, but let you do what you wanted. Your heart was thumping in your ears, you couldn’t believe he was letting you undress him.

His breathing became heavier and heavier the closer you got to his bulge. Slowly, but surely, you took out his swollen, eight-inch cock. The girth was about as large as your forearm.

“Sh-shit…” you hissed. you had no clue how this was going to fit inside either of your holes.

Not caring in the slightest, you turned back around for him. “G-go on. Put it in, Michael.”

He simply looked at your ass. Eager to engage, but confused. He grabbed your soft flesh and stepped over to you, poking your asshole curiously with his large finger. You moaned as it slipped in, exploring its walls. Once he got this sensation, he couldn’t help but press his cock against your ass.

At first, you thought he was just teasing you. He was being rough and sensual, teasing you well, but then it escalated to him grunting and whimpering under his breath as he tried to push the head of his cock into your ass.

“Is… Is he a virgin?…” you thought, “How cute…” You reached your hand behind you, grabbing ahold of his cock, “L-let me help you.”

His panting turned into breathy moans as you guided his tip into your ass and he let out a deep yelp, his legs shaking, hands death-gripping your skin.

“Y-yes~ fuck, M-Michael~ fuck me~” you said as you pushed back on his hips a bit. He quickly caught on to your gesture, grabbing your love handles and slamming his full shaft’s length into your tight shit hole.

“GOD- FUCK!” You screamed as it plunged deep inside you. It stretched the tight ring of muscle like a rubber band about to snap and you loved every second of it.

He moaned like crazy, hoisting you up high with your face and chest against the wooden fence. You felt like a kebab with how his cock had skewered you like a piece of meat on a stick.

It didn’t take long for your juices to start gushing all over him. And ohh how he loved to feel liquids splatter onto him. Feeling it on his cock and hung balls sent him over the edge.

His breathing became ran ramped as he grew close, suddenly climaxing. His head snapped to the side in a head tilt, eyes rolling back. He violently and deeply thrusted every second, your breath, taken. With each thrust of his hips it felt like a wine bottle’s cork was popped in your gut. His thick cum was painting your insides and gushing out of whatever was left of your gaping meat hole.

He took the sheet of your ghost costume and pulled it up high, holding it against the wooden fence. Taking his knife, he stabbed the fabric into the fence and left you hanging there like a freshly washed, wet sweater left to dry.

He had let you live that Halloween night. And you knew you’d want him again next year, and the next year, and the next… And the next…

🎃🔪

#michael myers #Michael Myers Halloween #halloween 2018 #michael myers smut #michael myers x you #michael myers x reader

[becauseplot]

Hi hello yes more thoughts about this hgduo pre-canon, hunger games/wars au(??) because my brain is rotating them at incredible speeds. (Obligatory cannibalism tw because yeah the lore do be like that.)

Bad originally finds Cellbit while the kid is trying to use a dagger to carve up a body to eat---key word trying. Bad stands back and watches him struggle for about thirty seconds before speaking up: "You're holding that wrong." (The kid jumps about two feet in the air. "WhhUH---") "Also you're not supposed to carve with a dagger, silly. You should really be using a knife. Here." And Bad passes him one of his hunting knives.

Bad mentally dubs Cellbit "Dagger-Kid" because he doesn't know Cellbit's name. When Cellbit later admits he doesn't know his name either, Bad officially dubs him "Dagger-Kid" or "Dagger" for short. ((For the rest of this I'll be calling Cellbit "Dagger")) ((Also I'm not 100% on this name yet but we'll see.))

I should note that I also think it would be funny that every time Dagger does something notable or reveals a new quality about himself, Bad tries to give him a new name. Like, they scavenge a piece of chocolate off one of their victims and Dagger loves it, so Bad tries to suggest, "Oh oh! What if we called you 'Sweets'! Or 'Chocolate'? 'Coco,' maybe?" all of which Dagger (playfully) rolls his eyes at. Bad rotates through nicknames regularly, but Dagger personally sticks with the first name Bad gave him.

Dagger was on his own for two months before he met Bad. He is injured and half-starved and utterly exhausted. The first time they make camp together, Dagger promises he'll take the first watch, but he nods off before even Bad can fall asleep. It's the first time Dagger has felt safe enough to truly relax, so his body just crashes. He sleeps for twelve hours.

This one's honestly more of a general qsmp headcanon I have but it goes here too: Bad teaches Dagger how to throw knives (for combat) and how to do knife tricks (for fun). Current-day Cellbit still remembers how to do the tricks, and he'll often use them as a way of fidgeting when he's thinking---with a pen or pencil instead, though.

One of Dagger's natural talents is stealth. He's not as quiet as Bad, but he's definitely good at it; his cat-hybrid traits definitely lend him a hand here, too. It's the main way Dagger survived before meeting Bad, stealing supplies out of camps while people were sleeping.

Bad, being a demon, doesn't need to eat, drink, or sleep as much as mortals do, and certainly not as much as a teenage boy. To him, it only seems practical that he gives himself smaller portions of their rations, or takes longer nightwatch shifts. But Dagger (who can scarcely imagine ever being not hungry or not tired, much less at the same time) is still grateful and feels somewhat indebted to Bad, even after Bad explains.

Dagger (a cat hybrid and a little more than a bit messed up) bites to show affection. Usually Bad's arm. Any normal guy would be injured by the force of Dagger's bite---Dagger doesn't really seem to understand that not-biting-hard is an option---but Bad doesn't really mind it.

(The truth is that deep down Dagger really wants to hug Bad, but he knows Bad isn't a very cuddly person, and yeah Bad might give him a hug if he asked but he's too afraid to ask so all that affection stays bottled up until it rises rises rises and he just doesn't know what to do with it anymore and it needs OUT---)

Bad thwacks Dagger upside the head with his tail whenever Dagger is being a "little rapscallion" and eventually Dagger starts retaliating. His tail isn't as long or flexible as Bad's but he definitely does try.

Bad has a lot of stories to tell. Some true, some made up on the fly. He's always liked telling stories, and Dagger is a captive audience. He learns Dagger loves mysteries, and suddenly, all of his campfire stories are about spies, and detectives, and red-string cork boards and espionage.

The thing Dagger fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and Bad won't be there because Bad decided Dagger slowed him down and thus abandoned him. He thinks about this near-constantly. (The thing Bad fears the most is that one morning he'll wake up and look at Dagger and start caring like he used to a long, long time ago. He does not think about this at all.)

#qsmp cellbit #qsmp badboyhalo #qsmp au #dont mind me im just rambling #should i write a fic? yeah probably. do i have time? absolutely not. #my writing #might add more later not sure yet. if i do it'll be in a reblog probably maybe. #hgduo #hg duo #anyway i go sleepies now. gn yall. #Little Dagger AU

[dreamingomens]

for me?

CW: mentions of blood/murder, manipulation and gaslighting

this is my first actual piece of writing so bare with me if it sucks 😩

a quick blossoming romance is a nice way to describe the situation that occurred with you and ethan. from the moment you two met, everyone could practically see the sparks flying. he followed you like a lost puppy for weeks until he had the actual courage to ask you out on a date. ethan was a great boyfriend, he truly was. he did everything in his power to make you happy. you were his top priority, even if it meant to suffer his happiness. he would do ANYTHING for you.

if someone told you in three months that the love of your life would be standing in front of you and your friends with a bloody knife that was dripping in chads blood, you would think it was a sick joke.

as the curly brunette took his mask off, a sick smile displayed on his face.

"hi, honey." he smirked. he was eager for this moment. he was finally going to get the recognition he deserved for all his hard work he did for you.

as tears brimmed your eyes, you couldn't help but take in the facial expressions displayed on tara and sam's face. they were hurt, but certainly not as hurt as you.

this is the same boy you helped make a cardboard knight costume with at two in the morning. the same boy who used to organize his comic books in alphabetical order. how was he capable of such gruesome murders?

the gears in your brain started to turn as the puzzle pieces slowly started to fit. it all made sense.

the professor that gave you a failing grade who was found days later butchered in the ally.

poor anika who spoke negatively on your relationship with ethan.

chad who expressed his concerns about the friend group falling apart if anything were to happen with the relationship.

"you.. YOU did this?" your shaky voice croaked out.

"not alone." quinn spoke out from her hidden spot behind her father. "you seriously didn't see this coming, y/n?"

in quinn's eyes, she was getting revenge for her brother- richie. ethan begged for his family to spare you. he broke the one rule his father put in place.. don't get attached. ethan clearly didn't want to listen. he never had someone have genuine feelings for him. how could he let this opportunity slip from his hands? he might not have this opportunity ever again. he needed to keep you in his hands forever.

"you tricked me..."

ethan flinched at these words. he did have genuine love for you. couldn't you see that? would he have gutted your professor in an alley if he didn't? did you see him differently? how couldn't you be happy knowing he did all of this for you!

"tricked you? no.. no i SAVED you." he explained. "if it wasn't for me, quinn would've killed you when she had the chance. did you ever think how EVERYONE in our lives were targeted except you? that's because of me, honey. i did that for YOU. for US. we can be happy now without anyone getting in the way!" he didn't see anything wrong with his actions. how could he?

"you're a monster" you croaked out

"great. we kept your little bitch alive for nothing." quinn rolled her eyes. "i told you she wouldn't understand or appreciate it."

"well.. you know what to do." wayne bailey kicked at his feet and looked at the ground.

"get them."

#scream #scream 6 #scream vi #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry imagine #ethan landry blurb #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you

[thatgoblin]

Summary: It's Date Night for John and Simon while you're at a friend's house.

WARNINGS: gay sex, bottom Ghost, Top Price, Nikolai will flirt with everything, groping while driving, outdoor sex, belt bondage.

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“Why do we have to go to THAT bar?” Simon asked with a heavy sigh as he slipped on a clean tee over his freshly washed body.

“Because it’s the only decent bar in the county and we always go there,” John said, sitting on the bed as he tied his boots.

“Yeah, but Nikolai is always there. He always hits on you and tries to impress me with shitty pool tricks just so it’s not obvious that he’s hitting on you,” Simon groaned.

“It’s not that bad. He’s doing it to mess with you because it’s honestly kind of funny when you get flustered,” John said with a chuckle. “It’s also really cute.”

“Not when he’s offering to tell you what underwear you’re wearing before asking me if I want to help with a trick that involves a knife, my hand, and him blindfolded,” Simon grumbled, giving John a distressed look.

“That was one time. Besides, he hasn’t laid a finger on you or me and does that to everyone. That’s just Nik,” John said before standing up.

“That’s just Nik,” Simon muttered under his breath, mocking John as he spritzed himself with cologne. The special one he knew drove John wild.

It was their first official date since their Omega moved in. They were at a friend’s house, a Beta named Abigail who worked at the farm supply store they always went to. The two had hit it off by harassing John who always tried to intimidate them to tease, but it never worked. So, to help their new mate with getting to know other people and branching out in the community, they stayed the night at Abigail’s for a sleepover while John and Simon went out. As per their talk, they’d designated date nights to help keep each other happy and not get on each other's nerves by constantly being around one another.

“You’ll see him maybe once and then that will be it. You’ll forget all about him after a few shots,” John said as he stood up, glancing at his mate. Simon never really dressed up, preferring more comfortable and practical clothes. But that evening he was dressed in a pair of new dark jeans that hugged his ass nicely with a charcoal button up. The sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, the fabric straining around his forearms and biceps. John couldn’t help but eye him as he got ready in the mirror.

Moving to press against John from behind, Simon wrapped his arm around the other Alpha before burying his face into the other’s neck.

“I thought we were getting ready,” John said with a smirk. He watched in the mirror as Simon nuzzled against him, pressing kisses against his skin.

“This is getting ready,” Simon said, chuckling. John’s outfit complimented Simon’s, almost too tight pants and definitely too tight button up in navy. “We have time and it’s not like we have a curfew. It’s just us for the night. I want to take my time.” His hands moved down John’s sides, sliding to where his belt hung. Long fingers worked the length of leather to tighten and lock it into place.

John nearly threw the other man onto the bed from how he was working his body. John usually took control, but Simon was feeling feisty that night. The younger man had set everything up, leaving John to just enjoy the experience, but he knew John could switch it up if he really wanted to.

“What are you wanting to take your time with?” John asked as he reached behind him to grope at Simon’s ass.

“This. I want to wind you up then go dancing,” Simon said, nipping at John’s neck.

“You do that and we’ll just stay in,” the dark haired man said with a groan.

“I guess you’re right,” Simon said with a sigh, pulling away suddenly. John stumbled a moment, turning to see the other smirking.

“You keep that up and I’ll bend you over my knee before the night’s over,” he said with a growl, swatting Simon’s ass.

“Is that a promise?” The other man asked with a grin, grunting at the swat.

“Get your coat on. We’re going out at least for a little bit,” John said, his voice leaving no room for teasing or arguing.

“Yes, Sir,” Simon said, licking his lips.

“Uh-uh,” John said, reaching up to weave his hand into Simon’s hair with a firm hold. “Sir is for at home in the bedroom.” Simon let out a small groan before nodding as John let go. “Now let’s go.”

The drive to the bar, Albayt (Arabic for Home), was short. Maybe 15 minutes at most. On a Friday night it was already crowded with rowdy people wanting to have a drink with friends and maybe have fun with some strangers. Walking in, John and Simon went to the bar where a short, dark haired woman stood watching them.

“Two months,” the woman said, her voice firm and almost dancing with her accent, giving them both a stern look with her arms crossed over his chest. “It’s been two months since either of you have been in here and no calls or letters. You should be ashamed.”

“Hello Farah,” Simon said with a nod as he took a seat at the bar. “How are you?”

“I could be better if my two regulars actually showed up to be regulars,” the Alpha said, still glaring at them.

“We’re sorry. May we purchase a couple of beers to help make up for it?” John asked, offering a smile.

“It’s a start,” Farah said, pushing her long braid over her shoulder before pouring two glasses of beer. “I have heard you two purchased an Omega. Is that true?” She asked, her demeanor still prickly as she handed them the glasses.

“Absolutely not,” Simon said with a groan. “Why do people keep saying we bought an Omega like we went to the store and picked them out?”

“I have also heard she yelled at Bill from the furniture store on the square,” Farah said. “Is that true?”

“Now that is true,” John said with a chuckle. “But no, we did not buy an Omega. We answered an ad her parents put out and that’s it. She’s not here against her will or is being traded like a baseball card.”

“Good,” Farah said, relaxing and giving them a smile. “I would hate to have to sick Alex or Nikolai on you for doing something like that.”

“Don’t tell me he’s here,” Simon groaned.

“He is, but currently Nikolai is busy being a DJ for tonight. I can’t guarantee the music will be good or the drinks for that matter, but it’ll be something,” Farah said with a soft chuckle. “You two were missed. When we heard rumors of you buying an Omega, people at the bar were upset.”

“I had wondered,” John said, scratching his cheek. “I know that this place is more progressive than other places, fortunately. Maybe we’ll bring her sometime.”

“On a less busy night,” Simon said quickly. “She’s right fuckin’ mad and doesn't take lip from anyone. Not even us. If you’re not careful and someone does something less than savory she’ll be on them like a feral animal.”

“I already like her,” Farah said with a grin. “It’s good to see you two back again. I have to get back to work before Alex gets upset about backed up orders.” A pitcher of beer was placed on the counter for them before she left, walking down the bar to get an order.

“Billiards?” John asked, looking over at Simon with a smirk.

“You rack ‘em and I’ll shoot first,” Simon said. Taking the pitcher with them as well as their glasses, they managed to get a table before they set up their game. While Nikolai was on music duty, it wasn’t half bad. Some one it was questionable, but for the most part it was techno from the 90’s with a few pop hits from the 2000’s and a few country song remixes sprinkled throughout.

A few more drinks and two games later, John and Simon were loosened up. Dancing to the music and goading each other while goofing around. There were stolen kisses and touches as they teased one another, coming up behind each other to ‘help’ with landing a shot. It was a much needed night out. Even if it felt odd without their third partner, they still had fun.

“My friends! I almost missed you!”

“Oh fuck,” Simon groaned as John’s eyes lit up.

“Simon, look who it is.” The other man grinned as another man in a black and white striped shirt with slicked back black hair walked over, all too excited to see the pair of Alphas.

“I know, I see him,” Simon groaned, shaking his head.

“Now, I know usually we have a rough time getting along, but I promise I’ve become better about personal space, but do you two want to see a magic trick?” Nikolai asked them, a deck of cards already out in his hand.

“Always Nik. I always want to see your magic tricks,” John said with a grin.

It didn’t take long for Simon to let out a surprised yell as the cards went flying at his face before turning into confetti as Nikolai found John’ card in his front pants pocket. While John was delighted and having a good time, Simon was picking pieces of paper from his hair. Nikolai tipped an invisible hat to the two before moonwalking away.

“Oh my god,” John cackled. “It never gets old. It never does.”

“I told you! He hates me and wants you!” Simon cried as John kept howling with laughter. “I’m going to leave you here with him. See how funny it is when he gets paper in your nooks and crannies.”

“Aw, come on, Love,” John said as he moved over to pull Simon into a hug. “He’s harmless.”

“You say that till you wake up one night with him standing over you with a top hat demanding you reach in to pull out the rabbit,” Simon grumbled as John pressed kisses to his neck and face. “You can kiss me all you want, but he’s still fuckin’ bonkers.”

“All I want huh,” John said, raising a brow. Leaning in, he pressed his lips to Simon’s with a hum as his hands slid down to grasp his ass. Simon snickered into the kiss as he felt John begin to squeeze his ass.

“Okay, but he’s still weird,” Simon said after pulling away.

“I never said he wasn’t,” John said with a smirk.

“I think I’m about ready to head out, what about you?” Simon asked, letting his fingers toy with the hem of John’s shirt in the back. The bearded man could never handle light touches on his spine, making him squirm and arch. John nodded, leaning in to kiss Simon again, this time harder and deeper. “You get our coats, I’ll get the tab,” Simon said after pulling back with a grin.

Quickly, John cleared the pool table then grabbed their coats as Simon gave Farah a couple of bills for a tip and their drinks. Both men were out of the bar in seconds, getting into the truck quickly. Even then, Simon couldn’t keep his hands to himself. He was in the middle as John drove. His large hands stroked the other Alpha’s thighs as Simon mouthed at John’s neck. The drive was short, but it felt like forever when Simon began to grab and rub John’s bulge.

“Shit,” John hissed as Simon unbuckled his belt then undid his pants to slide a hand into them. “You’re going to make us wreck if you keep that up.”

“Well maybe you should pull over,” Simon groaned into his ear.

“Nearly home, Darling. I don’t think we’ll make it to the house though,” John said as Simon pulled his hard cock out. The Alpha moved to lower himself to take John’s cock in his mouth just as they pulled into the dirt road. At least then it was just them on the road. John’s fingers wound into Simon’s hair as the man went as far as he could, swallowing around him down to his balls. “Fuck,” he hissed as he slowed down, panting hard as Simonn kept going without letting up. His grip tightened as they pulled into the parking area by the house. Throwing the truck into park and killing the engine, he jerked Simon off his cock. “Greedy, aren’t you? Get on the porch,” he growled before kissing Simon forcefully.

Simon groaned as he kissed him back, tongues sliding out to taste each other as they became handsy for a brief moment. The moment was broken when John pushed Simon away to get out of the truck. Simon was quick to follow, both of them getting to the porch to connect again. Hands roamed over each other as Simon’s pants were quickly undone and shoved down along with John’s. They took turns in stroking each other, their cocks hard and aching as they were pressed together. Even in the cool night, they couldn’t be bothered to unlock the front door to go inside.

John had enough teasing and needed to bury himself in Simon. He pulled his belt free with one tug before he moved Simon to face the railing on the porch, bending him over it before taking his wrists behind his back to tie them with his belt.

“Fuck,” Simonn groaned as he shivered. John stopped them as he looked over the other, taking him in under the moonlight. Slick was already coming from Simon’s hole, making John growl as he leaned in to begin lapping at him. “Shit!” Simon gasped and choked out a moan as John’s sinful tongue worked its way into his hole. “Sir!”

John didn’t answer, swatting his ass as he added a finger with his tongue. Simon let out a string of curses, sputtering as he shook under his mate. The finger inside him was searching, probing to find that spot that would have his knees buckle under him. Simon’s poor cock was hard as it bounced against his belly, smearing precum over his skin, as John kept working more fingers into him.

“This is all mine,” John growled as he began to figure fuck Simon. “This is all mine and I’m going to make sure everyone knows it.” With an exceptionally sharp thrust, his fingers nailed that bundle of nerves he’d been searching for, forcing a cry out of Simon. “There it is. I’m going to milk that spot till I’m done with you.”

“Oh fuck!” Simon sobbed as he panted, only able to take anything John was willing to give him. “Yes, oh fuck, yes, Sir.”

John’s fingers curled, forcing continuous pressure on those nerves as Simon bucked and groaned. He spanked the other’s ass, making sure that he could see the redness show up in the night still. Another few moments of the delicious torture, John pulled away suddenly. Simon cried out, growling and bucking his body at the sudden emptiness inside him.

“Please, Sir. I’m so close,” Simon moaned as he tried to arch himself, offering a round ass that had slick coming from his hole as need was taking over.

“Good boy, saying please,” John groaned. He spanked Simon again as he lined himself up to his hole before slowly pushing in. “Fuck, so tight,” he moaned as he pushed in to the hilt. He went still a moment as he adjusted himself, giving the shaking body under him a moment to accept the intrusion. Then, grabbing Simon’s hips in a tight hold, he began to plow into the other. There was no hesitation or mercy as John fucked his mate hard.

Simon howled as he was thrust into, bucking back into the other as much as he could. He had little control in the situation and while that usually made him panic, this was different. This was his mate that had him in the palm of his hand. Simon didn’t worry or care so long as John was there. “Fuck, feels so good,” he groaned as he felt John reach under and begin to stroke his cock. “Fuck!” He bucked back onto the other and then into the hand around him.

Reaching up with his other hand, John grasped Simon’s bound wrists, using them to force himself even deeper into the other. The cold air didn’t bother them, even when their breaths were coming out in puffs of fog, they didn’t stop. They could be as loud and lewd as they wanted to, no one was there to tell them otherwise.

“Gonna fuck you so good, make you walk funny for a week,” John snarled as he pounded into Simon, unable to hold back. “Make everyone jealous that you’re the only one who gets to bounce on my cock. Come on, I know how bad you want it.” Simon was gone. He was on the edge of an orgasm, panting hard with his mouth hanging open as he was fucked. “I can feel you getting tight. Better cum. If you don’t I won’t knot you.”

John stroked Simon’s cock quickly, feeling it swell in his hand. He knew the other was close and needed that last push. Moving his hand from his cock, John reached up under his shirt to pinch and twist Simon’s nipples. His teeth found that scarred skin on his neck, nipping and licking it before biting down as he jack hammered into the other.

Simon couldn’t take it. The nipple tease would have done the trick, but the bite to his bond mark had him seeing stars. He clenched around John, his body trying to knot him as he came hard in thick, white ropes onto the porch deck. Unintelligible words and noises came from him as John was close behind him. In a few thrusts, John was swelling up as well, locking into the other as he coated him on the inside. He snarled and nipped at the mark, panting hard as he held onto Simon. Pressed against one another, they basked in their orgasms, groaning softly as they began to kiss one another in sloppy, tired kisses.

“We need more date nights,” Simon mumbled against John’s lips.

“I agree,” John moaned.

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[rae-writes]

a secret’s ability to protect

bsd boys x reader 

wc : 3.k (it was not meant to be this long- oops)

warnings : violence, blood, minor deaths, very brief suicide mention (Dazai)

synopsis : not all secrets hurt

Dazai

No Rest For The Wicked (levitation/telekinesis)

You and Dazai had been tasked with finding a rather amateur hacker that was caught trying to steal data from the Ada 

It was easy enough, you’d found him in less than an hour, but unfortunately the hacker knew he was amateur : he had a trick up his sleeve to compensate for it 

He led you both up to the rooftop on a wild goose-chase and before you could even blink the sudden brightness away, Dazai had been grabbed and thrown towards the edge 

You saw everything in slow motion when your boyfriend started to fall. His feet skidded across the concrete rooftop, catching on the sides, but his right foot slid too far. 

Dazai pitched backwards with widened eyes, breath caught in his throat. His mind was screaming— he didn’t want to die! Not yet! He couldn’t leave you behind, he still had an entire lifetime with you! 

A gut-wrenching shout tore through the air, silencing his thoughts. “OSAMU!” 

With speed that could rival a demon, you were right in front of him, grabbing on to his outstretched hand and tugging him back before his left foot could slip too. You had to use all of your strength to pull him, and in doing so, you threw yourself right off the side of the roof.

“BELLADONNA!” His widened eyes were filled with horror, throat already raw from his screaming. Shaky hands slammed against the concrete and Dazai thought about following you when- 

“Osamu, don’t you dare even think about trying to take a swan dive on purpose!” 

His head shot up so fast he knew there would be a crick in it later, but he didn’t have the energy to care. Because right there, right in front of him, was you. You you you. “Belladonna?” 

You smiled, scrubbing away the tears that managed to fall from your eyes. “Hey, Samu.” You were levitating. Literally floating in the air. “I…” 

You moved until your feet were both planted on the rooftop, dropping to your knees immediately after so your nearly-hyperventilating boyfriend could wrap you in his arms. 

Dazai was trembling like a leaf, fingers gripping and releasing you over and over. When he tried to speak, nothing would come out- only short sobs. 

“I’m so sorry I scared you like that, but when I saw you about to fall knowing you didn’t have an ability that could help, I…” You breathed in sharply, “I couldn’t let you die, Osamu. You were not going to die on me. I wouldn’t allow it- I won’t allow it. We still have so much time together and goddamnit no one is going to take away a single second of it.” 

Osamu pulled back enough to look you in the eyes; you were terrified. Terrified and consoling him- apologizing for scaring him. “Y/n, I love you so fucking much. You have nothing to apologize for, my love, thank you for saving me.” 

The hacker did get away, making Fukuzawa send Ranpo and Kunikida on another mission to capture him, but Dazai didn’t care. You were safe— he was safe. In your arms. 

Once the shock of almost dying and then thinking he lost you melted away, Dazai was ecstatic at your uncovered secret 

He was so interested in your ability and practically begged you to tell him all about it; he didn’t even care why you didn’t tell him before

He knew now. And the smile on your face as you made things levitate around you to show him made him beam 

Fyodor

Of Monsters And Men (siren/manipulation by song)

The DoA had invested in a deal with a rather shady party. No one was actually expecting the guy to go through with it, so imagine everyone’s surprise when he showed up at the meeting

It went smoothly for the first 30 minutes or so, but eventually like everyone originally expected, the guy refused the deal’s terms 

He’d been fidgeting since he arrived and when he denied the deal, his hand pulled out a knife from his coat pocket and aimed it right at Fyodor 

All eyes were on the, admittedly impressive, knife and who it was aimed at. Fyodor just stood there with his eyebrows raised while Nikolai sat perched on the table with a grin. Sigma began to slowly rise from his chair when the knife was drawn back but everyone stopped their movements when your voice rang out. 

“Come little children, I’ll take thee away, into a land of enchantment.” Your tone was airy, persuasive, and directed at the man with a knife (if your sharp gaze was anything to go off of). 

The man’s eyes instantly glassed over and his hand faltered, gaze averting from Fyodor to you. 

“Follow sweet children, I’ll show thee the way,” you motioned your hand towards yourself, urging him to come closer, “Through all the pain and the sorrows.”

He staggered right to you, past a clapping Nikolai, a gaping Sigma, and a widened-eyes Fyodor. The man swayed when he came to a stop in front of you, gazing at you like you were his god. 

“Weep not poor children, for life is this way.” You held your hand out, smiling when he placed the knife in your hands. “Hush now dear children, it must be this way.” You quickly shoved the blade into his jugular, yanking it across the expanse throat. 

Nikolai whistled, having already known about your ability. He jumped off the table and leaned into a bow, “There you have it gentlemen! What a show!” 

You snorted, bowing back to him, “No one tries to hurt my Fedya.” Skipping right up to said man, you wrapped your arms around his neck, giggling when Sigma started to stammer out questions. 

“You- but you- and he- but you don’t- how did you- when- what.” 

Nikolai and you both were cackling, winking at each other before the meeting was officially dismissed. As you parted ways and began to walk to your respective homes, a strong grip encased your hip. 

“Interesting ‘show’, Milaya.” 

It was a rather tense walk home for you as you didn’t know what he was thinking behind that blank expression on his face; you swear you were almost knee deep in your own coffin

Fyodor wasn’t necessarily angry you didn’t tell him about your ability before, but he did interrogate you about it for over an hour 

Fortunately, he was down right fascinated- demanding you demonstrate it to him by making him come to you like you did the man

You got to sit in his lap as you explained how it worked, enjoying the attention you received with happy hums in between sentences 

Chuuya

The Gods’ Golden Ichor (blood manipulation)

A foreign ability user had made their way onto the Port Mafia’s hit list— a top lister. The boss had gotten tipped off that the foreigner was in Yokohama, but they’d be leaving tonight 

In an effort to save some time (and trouble), Mori sent you and Chuuya to go capture or kill said ability user. The ability itself was unknown, you only knew that it was powerful 

But you were suspicious when they looked pleased, thrilled even, at Chuuya’s appearance and only when they kept trying to get close to him did it dawn on you

“Stay back, Chuu!” You ignored his confused look and stepped in front of him, blocking the ability user's path to him. “They’re going to try and bring out your corruption form.” 

They chuckled, “A sharp one, aren’t you?” Their gaze fell to Chuuya once more, eyeing him up and down before glancing back at you. 

Your teeth gritted as you got ready for a fight, but they were fast. Before you could even blink, they were already right beside you both, hand stretched out to touch your boyfriend. 

“You lose.” 

Chuuya’s eyes widened, feet tripping over themselves to move back. He couldn’t fight— they had to touch him to activate their ability, right? Chuuya’s own ability covered him as he got ready to throw some debris around, but someone beat him to the punch. 

The ability user’s outstretched hand had been bent backwards at the wrist. Their face morphed into one of pain as each one of their fingers bent in an odd direction. Six different snaps echoed in the air, sending them to the floor, screaming in pain. 

You scoffed, staring down at them as you crossed your arms. “You sure are confident for a scrub.” Your head tilted to the right, making their head do the same. “I outta snap your neck and be done with it, but we need to take you in alive now.” 

The Black Lizards made themselves known, moving to apprehend the user. They asked for clearance to leave, heading back to the base when it was granted, leaving you and Chuuya alone in silence. 

“Chuu?” You bit the inside of your cheek, reaching out to close the wound on his cheek with your ability. “…Chuuya?” 

His azure eyes met yours, feeling the deafening silence envelop the two of you. “Y/n…”

Is actually kinda hurt you didn’t tell him about this before. Chuuya has major trust issues, but he trusts you with his life- with his entire being- and everything else in his life, so why didn’t you trust him enough to tell him about this part of you?

Though his heart promptly breaks right then and there when you tell him that, with an ability like yours that could potentially take down the entire Port Mafia, you didn’t want him to be forced to choose between you or the job he loves should Mori ever deem you an enemy 

Then he’s hugging you so, so close; assuring you about how much he trusts you and that he knows you’d never betray him or the PM like that. It’s a really intimate moment for Chuuya- to say all these things out loud to you. And he doesn’t regret it, especially not when you reply with ‘I trust you and I love you’

When everything is said and done, he’s hyped! He thought you were freaking badass back there and he’s not afraid to admit he adored being saved by you. Will certainly be asking Mori to assign you more missions together : Chuuya wants to see everything you can do

Akutagawa

See No Evil In The Dark (light manipulation)

You weren’t thrilled about going on a mission with Dazai. You adored Atsushi, but Dazai? Absolutely not. He knew more about you than anyone else did and that didn’t sit right with you; it made you unsettled.

But you had a mission to do either way and you couldn’t just not do it because of who you were joined by. Plus, Ryu still looked up to Dazai and you weren’t gonna ruin that for him.

It was your and Ryu’s job to cover the east and west side while Atsushi and Dazai covered the north and south. When you met back up, one of you had been tagged and followed, so you all ended up being surrounded. And like you’ suspected, Dazai took control of the opportunity presented.

Dazai glanced over at you knowingly, spreading his hands out like he was presenting you the finest thing on earth. “Well, Y/n? Now's your chance to show off what you’ve been hiding all these years~”

You glared, audibly cursing out the brunette as you shot a beam of light at a few of the men surrounding the four of you. “How about you mind your own stupid business, Osamu.” Intentionally avoiding Akutagawa’s gaze, you stepped forward with balls of light in your palms, “Fuckin-A.”

“E-eh?!” Atsushi was left gaping with his tiger arms waving around, eyes shooting from you, fighting, to Akutagawa, who was left with a clear expression of shock slapped on his face. “D-did you know about this?!”

“Obviously not.” His voice was normal, and as he moved to summon Rashomon, his usual blank expression returned, but he was practically roaring on the inside. “Rashomon : Sawarabi!”

Grinning, you looked over just in time to see the spikes erupt from the ground and impale over half the men in that direction. A man grabbed you while you were distracted with your boyfriend’s ability, yanking you back by your hair and kicking the back of your knee.

“So we’re gonna have four ability users to sell instead of three, huh? Guess it’s our lucky day.”

“Think again, bastard.” You attacked with ‘starburst’, laughing when your light exploded in his face. “DAZAI! CODE WHITE!” 

Said man blinked before running to grab both Atsushi and Akutagawa, bringing them to the ground with him, and covering their eyes as he closed his own. “ROGER!” Dazai pulls the duo towards him a little harder when they begin to struggle, “Don’t open your eyes until they tell you to.”

A bright light blanketed the area, blinding the few men that were still standing and the rest that were still conscious. A quiet ringing buzzed in everyone’s head for a moment before it went silent and a soft ‘open your eyes’ reached the three men’s ears.

“Y/n?” Akutagawa looked up, taking in your swaying and paleness. ‘Trouble’ he thought as he moved to pick you up in his arms.

Akutagawa, first and foremost, is worried about your well-being. He sees you’re taken care of (by himself of course) before he even dares do anything else 

Promptly after your color has returned, he’s on your ass : brows furrowed and tone sharp as he demands why you hadn’t told him of your ability before hand 

It’s less about not telling him and more about your safety and the thought of you fainting or something because you overused your ability without him knowing it even existed scares him

Ryunosuke is easily assured by your soft touches as he holds you tightly against him. You tell him everything about your ability willingly, smiling when he mutters something about being “the light to his darkness”

Atsushi

Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing (hidden wolf traits i.e sharper nails, sharp canines, faster agility)

The Ada was tasked with finding and capturing a band of human traffickers, specifically, ones that trafficked ability users 

As ability users themselves, most of the Ada had to be careful. This became a stealth mission- one you had to successfully complete. And it was faring relatively well…

…until you all got separated. You were lucky enough to have been inside their hq, having found out exactly what they wanted. Unfortunately, what they wanted was Atsushi, and you weren’t letting that happen

Atsushi had been backed into a corner, rendered helpless by the drugs already administered in his body. 

“Now, now, don’t worry boy.” The leader held up a syringe filled with blue liquid, “It’ll only pinch for just a second, but you’ll be out like a light afterwards.” 

A deep growl weaves throughout the area, setting off primal alarm bells in the men’s heads. “Get. Away. From. My. Tiger.” A flash of h/c shot forward and the syringe shattered. 

Atsushi was left gaping, eyes widening when you stood up from your crouched position in front of him. He couldn’t tell if he was more concerned about the growl you’d let out or the four bleeding slashes trailing down the leader’s face. 

You smiled, showing off your sharpened canines, grimacing when blood spurted onto your face. “Disgusting…Just sit and rest, Sushi. I got you.” 

He didn’t respond, couldn’t, as you were quick to get back into action. And when he said quick, he meant quick. You moved like you were meant to be an animal instead of a human— so agile, so graceful. 

Every single human trafficker present was shredded by your nails, which to Atsushi, looked like those pointed acrylics rather than actual claws. Each of them hit the ground and not one of them got back up. 

The rest of the Ada had long since found the two of you, choosing to sit back and let you finish the mission. Yosano gave Atsushi an antidote of sorts to help regain motor movement, meaning he could pull you into his arms when you were finished. 

You scratched his scalp, letting out a deep rumble akin to a cat’s purr. “They’re not dead, I knocked them all out so we can capture them like instructed.”

Dazai laughed, patting Ranpo- who obviously was aware of this- on the back before doing the same to Atsushi. “You got a little wolf as a partner! How cute! I guess dogs and cats do get along after all.” 

Atsushi looked up at you, noting how your canines and nails were normal again. “Wolf?”

The first thing he does, naturally, is thank you for saving him. Like Dazai, Atsushi completely looks over the fact that you never told him about your ability before and focuses solely on the fact that he knows now

And he’s just so in awe of you (not like he wasn’t before, mind you). He politely asks to see your ability up close and he’ll examine every aspect of it with a soft smile. 

Not only is he glad he’s not the only one with an animal based ability, he’s assured by the fact that you have those animalistic instincts too. Atsushi is very curious, then, on how they differ with the whole “dog and cat” thing. 

He’s kinda sad you can’t actually turn into a wolf, but he’s still giddy at the whole ability thing nonetheless. He’ll spend the whole night asking about it if you let him, and Atsushi is certainly not above begging you to scratch his scalp with your ‘claws’

Ranpo

Feed The Machine (metal manipulation)

You, Ranpo, Kenji, and Kunikida were sent on a simple “who done it” murder investigation. It was a town over from Yokohama, meaning you had to take the train

It was an uneventful ride, with you and Kunikida directing the other two children. You’d even made it without incident almost all the way to the police station 

A block or two away, someone- who Ranpo deemed as the case’s murderer- stopped the four of you at gunpoint. And it seems like they knew all about the Ada members

While being held at gunpoint should’ve warranted more…shocked expressions, the most any of you could muster up was a ‘are-you-kidding-me-right-now’ look. Ranpo, of course, was still smiling and apparently that didn’t sit right with the perpetrator.

“Bastard! Who the hell are you smiling at?” When Ranpo said nothing, they shook in anger, “Well you won’t be smiling for long, non-ability user.”

Hearing that made everyone’s expression crack. How the hell did they-?! The gun fired, causing Kenji and Kunikida to yell as they ran towards Ranpo in what seemed like slow motion. Said man watched the bullet fly closer and closer, green hues widening when you jumped in front of him.

Your mouth was pulled into a sneer, hand stretched out, when the bullet inverts in on itself and falls to the floor only 2 feet away. “If I’m not touching the metal, I have to know its exact composition before I manipulate it with my mind. If you wanted to surprise someone, you shouldn't have chosen a common police gun.” You give a wry smile, “Trash.”

At the flick of your wrist, the perpetrator’s gun shakes and explodes, no doubt sending third degree burns up their arm. They’re screaming, practically throwing a fit because you weren’t supposed to have an ability. It wasn’t in your file- there was no evidence of previous use!

Ranpo is also left in a state of shock; not only has your ability never been filed or mentioned anywhere, he didn’t even suspect you had one. Yet here you were bending street signs and lamp posts to your will, effortlessly caging the perpetrator.

You huffed, dusting off your hands, before walking back over to your boyfriend. “Ranpo, you alright?” Frowning at his silence, you turned and waved Kunikida off, “I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t get out of my little cage. Go get the police.” 

Kunikida looked worried for a second, quickly shaking it off and telling Kenji to follow. The smaller male patted the metal of the cage, scolding the inhabitant, before waving to you and running after the other. 

You fidgeted, grabbing a small piece of metal off the ground and manipulating it into a heart, “Forgive me?” You handed it to him hesitantly.

Ranpo is shell-shocked. The first thing that comes out of his mouth is a loud “YOU HAVE AN ABILITY?!” He gets over his shock relatively quick, only to replace it with a major pout 

You didn't tell him? Why not?? How could you keep something so awesome away from him? More importantly : how the fuck did he not figure it out?! Really, all you gotta do is kiss his pout away for him to bounce back to excited little kid

Then he’s talking 90 miles a minute about how cool your ability is and how awesome you are and it “only makes sense you’re so awesome since you’re dating such a great detective!” But at the end of the day, when you’re both back at home, he’s quiet and soft-spoken as he thanks you for saving him

Whether or not you give a reason as to why you kept your ability a secret, he’s giddy at the fact you shared it with him- and by saving him, no less. And he truly does think it, and especially you, are amazing

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