#why not share it this explains my mood better than I could do it now
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Off*Iz - Camera shy [Ft. Ex-Iz*one]
Tags: Smut, Secretary!Nako, Boss!MReader Sex in Secret, Handjob, Thigh worshiping, Anal
Author's Note: thanks for @iznsfw for beta reading and of course making the Off*iz, I'm honoured to be the first fic of the collab, another thanks goes to @octoberautumnbox for beta reading as well.
hope yall enjoy a quickie for the girl that made my debut smut
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"God, I hate picture day."
It wasn't hard to hear Nako's attitude through her words, looking toward the camera while the photographer instructed her to smile. Even though she smiled a modest yet cheerful smile, you could see it in her eyes that she couldn't wait for this to be over.
A loud snap comes from the camera.
"Oh come Nako, it's not that bad, isn't this better than sitting around on our computer, writing some random numbers?" you said while Nako was getting out of the frame and heading toward you. As you handed her the purse, thanking you quietly as she takes it
"Yeah, until I have to see Ms. Diva here posing to the camera" .
You looked behind her and saw Jang Wonyoung. Her face is made for the camera lights, no wonder she got that modeling gig last year for some prestigious makeup company. It took only 10 seconds for her manager to cough loudly, signaling Wonyoung to remember where she was and remain professional.
"Oh come on. She’s young, let her live like she doesn't have to pay rent this month." It didn't seem to raise your secretary's mood as she simply rolled her eyes and took her phone out of the purse., "And honestly, don't underplay yourself. You are not so bad looking compared to her," you awkwardly said, trying to remain as professional as possible with this sentence.
Her gaze leaves her phone, "Not so bad looking?"
"Do you want me to sound like a weirdo calling you pretty?" you rhetorically asked as the both of you giggled lightly at your joke. It’s the first smile you saw from her ever since this morning.
"Joking aside Nako: you are pretty, even very pretty if I do say so myself," you added. Taking a second look at Wonyoung, you notice her manager looking disappointed in her behaviour.
"Sometimes beauty is best when only one person can admire it."
Nako couldn’t help but lightly blush at your sweet words. For a moment, the atmosphere was pure. Both of you couldn’t help but smile at each other, however...
"You know, I have a lot of data that I need to show you from this morning."
You couldn’t help but raise your eyes a bit from Nako's words as her mouth formed a devilish grin. Instead of her right hand returning her phone to the purse, it rested itself on her waist, her eyes locked themselves on yours.
"From that early? Why didn't you tell me before?" you asked, matching her grin.
As the boss of the Data analytics department in Off*iz inc, it was important that your secretary would share with you the day’s early morning data. You both knew that with how close you two were standing in front of each other (while still keeping a professional distance from each other), the way you smiled at each other—you two look at very different data from the other employees
"I didn't have time, morning was so hectic, and now the photoshoot was happening so this is the soonest chance I got," she explained.
"Besides, maybe showing you today's data can help me... de-stress after the photoshoot~"
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Professionalism was something essential for the work environment. It can help everyone stay focused on the main goal, devise a strategy together and help anyone be happy in the workplace. However in some cases, some very niche cases, professionalism takes the back seat.
Case in point? You right now, making out with your own secretary in the printing room, the only room . It was hard to not say “fuck professionalism” when your hands glided across Nako's soft flesh, from her round cheeks to her toned back, all the way to her plump butt which you had the opportunity to squeeze. It caused her to moan quietly from your kiss, all the way to her milky thighs.
You felt Nako's weight pressing on you as she straddled your lap, her lips still not leaving yours. However her hands did find themselves on your slacks, unbuttoning them as fast she could.
During her attempt to take off your slacks you have free access to her neck, leaving small, invisible marks.
"You put on that cologne I suggested to you the other day," she said. sniffing around your neck. "I'm already wet just smelling it," she purred.
Your hands were not idle as they ripped off Nako's shirt, letting you see her small, petite chest covered in a black lacy bra.
A couple of forgotten pieces of clothing later, the both of you were naked, Nako was irresistably drawn to your already hard cock. Her body and soul started to fill with joy, and from what it seemed she wasnt the only one
“Let me help.” a flirty wink as Her small hand attempted to cup around your base, rubbing it up and down. You couldn’t help but moan at her soft touch.
"Fuck yes Nako, just like that, it feels...ngh so good."
Nako's smile got bigger seeing small drops of your fluids leaking out of your cock. Her pace sped up with each passing second, forcing your hands to clench her shoulders, holding on to dear life. Eventually your orgasm came, spilling out strings of cum all over her thighs.
"On my thighs again?" she asked.
"It's not my fault that your thighs are so damn thick, I didn't lie when i said you are very pretty." You lean forward, letting your hand attach themselves to her thighs like magnets. While giving them a loving squeeze, your lips go to the back of her neck, causing her to quietly gasp. "Especially,” you add, “down there."
"Oh really?" she asks, turning herself back to you as once again she gets into your lap, spreading her thighs as wide as she can. "Tell me how."
"How can I even begin," you ask as you lower your head, giving her outer right thigh a kiss. "As I said before, they are very thick, they might as well be a choking hazard," you tease.
"Oh wow, I'm flattered," she replies, and you can hear the happiness in her voice., She gently pushes your head down, forcing you to kiss her right thigh again, this time closer to her sacred area. "What else? And not so loud, I don't want to get caught."
"Well they are also... soft, and creamy, I bet a lap pillow from them will send me to heaven," you add, but not before moving yourself to her left thigh, now licking it instead of just giving pecks.
"Okay, I’ll make note of that when we go on dates that don't include us hiding in the printing room and fucking each other." The sarcasm in her voice rings clear as you know you can't meet outside; one wrong step can cause a huge dating scandal and get you both fired immediately.
"Oh come on, I know you like it, the thrill of possibly getting caught by our own coworkers. You want this as much as I do." You decide to tease her by kissing her pussy, earning you a melody of stifled moans. If she wasn't such an excellent secretary you would've sent her to an idol company.
"What can I say, I'm a bit camera shy," she replies, now letting your head rise from her thighs. Nako brings you to face her hardened nipples. "Anything else?"
"Well I bet they can be great handles for when I fuck you in the ass." You push your limits, and as expected Nako seems to be taken aback by your words., However, she gains her composure, and flashes you a smile.
"Hmm... interesting claim, you want to test it?" You are taken by surprise as Nako turns herself 180 degrees in your lap, her back completely exposed and her ass in full volume. "Well? what are you waiting fo- OH FUCK!"
Poor Nako did not have time to finish her sentence as your primal urges took over, gripping each of her thighs and pushing your cock inside her ass, deep enough to make Nako almost shout her moans.
"Quiet down, you don't want people to hear you right?" More pumps from your cock go deep into her asshole, and moans come out of her mouth in various pitches and lengths. Your hands remain on her thighs as you tease her "Well I guess I was right about that one".
"Shut up and fill my ass already! I need it so bad inside me…" Such profanities coming from a girl that looked pure and precious when you first met her. Just starting out in Off*iz inc you were already fond of her, and from how you ended up now, it seems she’s fond of you too.
"Fuck Nako, I am so close, your ass is so god damn tight," you say between pumps.Nako brings herself closer to you, taking your dick inside her ass even deeper than before, while the both of you became a moaning mess.
"Please just cum inside my ass, make me feel even better than I already am," she says,her tone is beggijg , even without seeing her face directly you can feel how lewd her expression when suddenly...
*Snap*
"What the- FUCKKKKKK!" Amidst her confusion, you finally released all of your load inside of her ass., She collapsed onto your chest, both of you sighing in relief and staying like that for a minute or two, just kissing each other calmly and sweetly. As you look at your phone and can't help yourself but chuckle.
"What's so funny?" she asks. Instead of saying anything, you flip around your phone to show what you are looking at: a picture of Nako with the lewdest of faces while you were fucking her ass.
"Well I guess when I fuck you in the ass you aren't so camera shy are you?" She delivers a small hit to your chest, her cheeks now red from embarrassment
"Whatever, let's get out of here," she says as she pulls herself off your lap. It takes just a few minutes before you’re both fully clothed and free of any leftover marks on you. Without any suspicion, you manage to leave the printing room quietly.
"Gotta say, for a first time getting fucked in the ass, it didnt end up too bad," Nako says as you both walk toward your office. “I might ask you to look over some ‘Data’ more often"
You finally reach your office and pull open the door.
"Well Nako, we should now focus-"
"On your work? Thought so as well." An unexpected voice comes out from your office and both you and your secretary draw your attention to its source. your own chair is occupied by a blonde girl, one that both of you know very well.
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I finished writing it in a day (22/3/24), lost all of the text once and managed to recover it by memory alone, but yeah I had a lot of fun writing this fic, hope that the Off*iz Series will succeed as much as I want it to succeed
Have a rest of a good day leafies
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bo peep 🦢
wc - 1.1K
🏷️ tags - boyfriend!harry, fem!reader, long distance relationship, fluff, slight angst if you squint.
pairings - boyfriend!harry & fem!reader 🕰️🎧
summary - y/n is hiding something, or someone, from harry, who is on the other side of the world.
(a/n) no spellcheck, so i apologize in advance! i wrote this in like five mins so it’s kinda.. blah but I wanted to share it :)
“so.. I did a thing.” is the first thing y/n says to him after accepting his facetime.
“oh no..” harry chuckles, his eyes furrowing in confusion, and a little worry.
“please don’t be mad.”
“well.. love, that depends on what it is..” harry says, his once playful mood beginning to diminish. what if it’s something serious?
“it’s something that could change our relationship forever.” y/n says, a blank face staring back at harry through the screen. uncomfortable chills run down his body, and he wishes he wasn’t miles away from her.
“is this something we should be discussing over facetime then..?” harry sighs, a frown taking over his features. he was excited to call y/n after his show, having missed her the whole day, but now this uncertainty is fucking up his day.
“i better just show you now..i think it would be better this way.” y/n explains, shuffling heard from her end. from the background, he can tell y/n is still in their “shared” bedroom in england. (it’s harry’s, but he likes to call it’s theirs) for some reason, this eases his anxiety slightly.
“come here, it’s okay.” he hears y/n whisper.
“did you adopt a baby or summat? why are you cooing..” harry starts, but his words become quiet as the smallest little white kitten enters the frame.
it’s silent for a moment, until the little thing meows, and harry barks out a laugh that startles the kitten.
“oh god, love— i thought— I thought this was something serious!” he says in between laughs, attempting to catch his breath.
y/n pretends to be offended, but the smile she fights off her face says otherwise. “oi! this is very serious. could make or break our relationship, because im not returning her.” she explains, making harry smile at her cuteness.
“i thought we agreed no pets? for now atleast..” harry says. since he’s always touring, traveling, moving, adopting a pet just wouldn’t fit into that lifestyle. they’d have to get pet sitters, who more often than not would be spending more time with the kitten than them.
“i know but.. it’s so lonely here. i need a companion. when me and y’mum visited the animal shelter and i saw this sweet little angel.. I couldn’t leave her there. anne said she kinda looks like you too.”
harry chuckles, “should’ve known my mum had something to do with this. crazy cat lady.”
“don’t call your mother that.” she hisses, although knowing, there is some truth to his words.
harry ignores her comment, “im sorry that you feel lonely. long distance is..hard. but are you sure about this? when you join me on tour it’s gonna be difficult with a kitten.”
“im sure. ill take her everywhere if i have to, she’s the sweetest, calmest girlie ever.”
“and it’s okay, i knew what i was getting myself into when we started dating.”
harry frowns at that. “i feel like a shit boyfriend.” he admits, sighing. y/n frowns back, setting the kitten down on harry’s side of the bed, which he envy’s for a split second.
“your an amazing boyfriend harry. so don’t say that.”
“i feel like i’m neglecting you— i should be with you.”
y/n shakes her head,”y’not. long distance isn’t rare y’know? you love touring, it makes you happy, I’m not upset. sure it gets..lonely, but that’s just part of being miles apart right? would be weird if I didn’t get lonely.. the love of my life is across the world!” she laughs.
harry smiles, making no attempt to cover the blush that tints his cheeks. for the first time in a relationship, he feels theirs a mutual bond of just..love, and needing eachother.
“you make me happy too, more than touring i reckon.” he says, making her pout dramatically through the screen. “don’t make me cry in front of bo peep haz.” she sniffs.
“bo peep? as in… from toy story? you named the kitten bo peep?” harry says, a serious look on his face before he breaks into laughter.
“wha? it’s a good name! i call her bo for short. don’t laugh at it! and also, not just from toy story..it’s a nursery rhyme too.” she says, acting offended.
“sorry love, it’s not a bad name. i kinda love it. bo.” he tries.
y/n smiles, nodding, before she yawns.
“tired babe?” harry asks, remembering it’s pretty early for her right now. it’s ‘twelve am’ for him.. so it’s like, five or six am for her.
“mhmh..couldn’t fall asleep with this little one.. feel like a new parent. im scared something will happen to her. also, wanted to hear your voice.” she says, yawning again at the end of her sentence.
harry coos, “imagine when we have babies, you’re gonna be a wreck.” he laughs. the topic isn’t foreign, or uncomfortable for them. in the two years they’ve been together, talking about babies and marriage is something that always comes up in their conversations, especially late night ones.
in past relationships, talking about children so early on would frighten harry, but with her.. it just seems so normal. he can talk about their nonexistent babies and actually picture their family; curly brown haired babies with harrys green eyes but their mothers face.
“me? y’know your gonna be much worse. i can already see you freaking out.” she tiredly laughs, images of harry frightened when her water breaks, or when their baby takes a small little tumble that wouldn’t leave more than just a tiny scratch.
harry laughs, “your not completely wrong.”
“is bo asleep?” harry asks, watching y/n’s eyes shoot awake. he feels bad, she almost succumbed to her much needed slumber, but harry wasn’t done talking to her.
“umm,” she says, sitting up to look a bo, who is nuzzled comfortably into harrys pillow, soft meows involuntarily leaving her.
“look at her.” y/n coos, moving the camera so harry can see bo.
“awhh, she’s adorable. i can’t wait to meet her. will you send me photos?” harry says. as soon as he’s up tomorrow, he’s gonna show all the crew members their newest addition.
“mhmm.. i already have a photo album for her.”
her words are lazier, indicating harry should let her sleep now, much to his dissatisfaction.
“alright baby, it’s been good talking to you, but I think you need to sleep now.” harry smiles, causing y/n to groan, “m’sorry i couldn’t talk long..will you stay on the phone?”
harry shakes his head, “think we both know that only ends with me talking off y’ear love. you can call me when you wake up.” he says.
y/n frowns, but nods. “g’night harry, i love you. bo loves you.”
“night, love you both, sending my kisses.” he says, finally signing off when y/n blows him a kiss.
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— when you have period cramps pt 2
a/n: check out part 1 to this here!
pairings: yuta okkotsu x f!reader, toge inumaki x f!reader, nanami kento x f!reader
genres: fluff, comfort, so much fluff bye
word count: 729
yuta okkotsu
bro was SO STRESSED 😭
first time you were doubled down in pain clutching onto yourself on the sofa in the common room of the dorm he thought you were dying
“oh my god y/n are you okay? why are you laying down like that? is something hurting you? tell me where it hurts, i swear i’ll beat up whoever tried to hurt yo-“
“babe calm down and just get me a heating pad from maki. please.”
“on it 🫡” HES LITERALLY SO CUTE PLEASEKWKSKS
usually he’d stay by your side bringing you snacks whenever you asked or just talked to distract you from the pain
this later turned into hour long video calls during his downtime when he started training with miguel overseas
he’d talk for as long as he could, sharing the new food he tried, what miguel has been teaching him, and updates on the mission that led him there
because of the time difference and also how busy he was, he wasn’t able to reach you as often as he’d like to
he’d apologize for not being able to physically be there to comfort you, which you would wave off with a laugh because there isn’t really anything that could be done about it
he was trying his best though and that’s all that mattered to you 😪
inumaki toge
like itadori he was also very confused at first as to why you were wincing in pain while walking awkwardly towards him
he’d calmly ask you if you got hurt anywhere, with his hands reaching to you as he thought you were about to fall over
once the two of you got to somewhere more comfortable (like the common room or his dorm), you begin to explain where the pain was coming from
he could only sympathize with you, giving a worrisome and concerning look
but now he also realizes why maki gets snappier than usual on a particular week of the month 🤭
from then on he would be your personal errand boy, grabbing pads, chocolate, or any other good you’re craving from the store whenever you asked
he’d let you lay your head in his lap as you kept the heating pad on your lower stomach
he’d get you to watch youtube videos and tiktoks with him (anything you like)
if your cramps were getting particularly bad, he’d gently take your hand and draw circles on it in an attempt to ease the pain
if you’re comfortable with it he’d also do the same on your stomach (where the pain was really coming from)
though he can’t really endlessly talk to you to distract from the pain, his warming presence was more than enough to lull your mind from the pain
nanami kento
over the years he’s gotten very good at helping you get through shark week
like megumi he also has your period tracker synced to his phone so he can be notified of when he should stock up on supplies (ie. pads, compresses, snacks, pain meds, etc.)
he’ll also try (keyword: try) to not go into overtime at work so he could as much time with you as possible
also like megumi he isn’t fazed by your emotional outbursts or mood swings, as he knows its just the pain getting the better of you at times
if you don’t usually have an appetite while you’re on your period, he’ll cook you a small meal and slowly feed it to you, making sure you actually ate it before going back into the kitchen again
he’ll also try to limit the amount or cravings (chocolate and chips) you eat during the week and replace them with healthier options like fruit (ok health icon nanami 🙄) since he doesn’t want you having a stomachache after eating all of those sweets
also because it mildly reminds him of gojos gross sugar intake
if your feet or shoulders are aching, he’ll gladly give you massages to ease the tension in those areas
if you get bored of the shows on tv then he will read to you until you fall asleep
his reading voice, typically dull and monotone, rings music to your ears as your consciousness begins to slip away, resulting in your eyelids coming closer together to let you fall into a peaceful sleep (i should maybe shut up now)
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Macaque + Wukong after their S/O gets out of the shower since they would no longer smell like them
Sun Wukong
It was one of the nights where Sun was at your apartment and you had just come home from a long shift, looking forward to relaxing in your boyfriend's arms and eating some oven-baked pizza with little worry on your shoulders. The best Sunday night you could ask for you thought as you stepped out of the shower and wrapped the soft blue towel around yourself after you dried off. “Sun, where are you?” You called out and turned off the lights in the shower, hearing a rustle of fabrics in the distance near your bedrooms.
“In our bedroom-” You whipped your head towards his voice and headed to the bedroom. “What do you mean our bedroom?” He looked like a deer in headlights when you locked eyes with him, sitting on top of a mix of blankets and pillows and arranging them in a nest-like setting shape. If you looked closely enough you could see some articles of clothing that were owned by both you and him.
“Why are you nesting in my bed- wait why are you hoarding my used clothes?” He stammered for a couple of seconds and looked anywhere but at you, as he tried to lie his way out of explaining. “I- well- um…you don’t smell like me anymore.” Wukong’s voice got very quiet and blushed heavily, you noticed his tail stop swaying and coiled around his ankle (a habit you picked up on whenever he was anxious).
You walked towards him and pulled him down to sit next to you, cupping his face and smiling. “Hon, I’m not mad but why is it bad if I don’t smell like you anymore? Is it a demon thing or a being a celestial monkey thing?” Your lover bit his lip and nuzzled his face into your neck, adoring the way a low purr built up in his chest as you carded your fingers through his fur.
“It’s a both thing- maybe… I don’t know. This happens every time I find a mate, it happened with moonli- I mean Macaque. It helps me from becoming jealous.” Your eyes widened and hugged him closer, letting yourselves fall back onto the bed now more of a pile of blanket, and felt his tail now move to your waist. “Alright, you could’ve just told me. I know you might’ve been embarrassed but I don’t see any problem with it.” The smile on your face seemed to be contagious because Sun smiled widely in turn and got closer to you as a couple of blankets were pulled over you.
Six-Eared Macaque
It had been a total of around of 1 minute after you’d gotten home from a 14 hours shift when you fell through a shadow portal upon entering your shared apartment and landed right on your beloved’s lap, who immediately wrapped his arms around you and buried his face into your neck. Breathing deeply and letting out a few quiet growls, hugging you even tighter and not saying a word.
“Mac….you alright?” Your voice trailed off as you tried to turn to look at him and weren’t able to move. The shadow demon only grunted and mumbled something to you, letting you lose enough so you could turn around and put your bag down. “Can you tell me or do I have to guess?”
He leaned into your hands as you cupped your face and frowned, clearly upset by something but something told you he’d rather do charades to tell you than actually speak. “You s….” Macaque mumbled the rest of his sentence and rested his forehead against your chest. You softly laughed at his mood, rubbing your fingers on the outside of one of his six vibrant glowing ears comfortingly and humming a soothing melody.
A couple of seconds later, he let out a dramatic sigh and turned his head so you so could see and hear him better. “I’m moody because your scent doesn’t mirror mine anymore and it’s bothering me.” You’re both shocked and not surprised that was the reason he was moody because one hand he’s one of the most dramatic bitch you’ve ever met and he’s also very possessive of you (especially around other demons).
“Love, that’s alright. I have no problem and you shouldn’t be embarrassed about it.” Lifting up his face and touching your nose to his, the wispy chocolate hairs tickling your face and a pale gold iris adoringly staring back into yours. This demon monkey would be yours forever and no one could separate you both, you’ll never take for granted ever. “Wonderful, in that case, you’re not leaving my side for the rest of the night. Thanks, Name.”
His Cheshire grin was back and Macaque locked you in his embrace, tipping you back into your bed and curling every part of himself around you (he was also loudly purring but he’d deny it if you brought it up).
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' i thought you liked your usual '
'I used to'
sanji x f!reader
next part
[tw: angst: heartbreak: bickering: obvious tension (eventually)]
"Hi, welcome to our shitty restaurant where the only thing worse than the ambience is the food." The waiter said in a sour tone, as he placed the plate of fresh bread onto the table.
"My name is Sanji. What can I get for you?" He said looking at the Strawhat Crew, "One of everything, please." Luffy said, as he stuffed his mouth with the delicious bread.
"Any drinks?" He asked his eyes almost landing on someone with [h/c] sitting next to Zoro. He didn't know why that person even though not seeing their face looked familiar to him.
"One of our signature cocktails to help you choke down your meal?" He said, still in a sour mood.
"Kicked off the line again?" [Y/n] asked, raising her head as she folded her arms across her chest, staring at him smugly with pursed lips. Hearing her voice again made his heart skip a beat. "Didn't expect to see you again so soon," He said with his signature charming smile, that could make every man or woman swoon over him.
"Me too," She said with a hint of coldness in her voice, the others looked between the two of them. Eyes darting back and forth between Sanji and [Y/n]. He looked at her for a bit and noticed the tense situation, Zoro cleared his throat and said, "Waiter, can I get a beer and something for my friends?" Ussop then cuts in, "Two beers. I usually have three, but…" Ussop said.
"And milk," Luffy said his mouth full of bread. Sanji asked, eyes landing on [Y/n] once more. "Three beers and a milk. And, uh- your usual?" She looked at him. Coldly, almost annoyed, she replied, "Just a glass of water will do.". „What? I thought you liked your usual? ” He said looking at her, god he missed her so much.
She stared at him coldly, "I used to.". His lips pursed inward and he nodded, "Right away," he said, turning to head for the kitchen. She fell back into her seat and noticed the crew staring at her, "What?" She asked, looking at the others.
"Ah? What the hell was that?" Nami asked, and [Y/n] sighed rolling her eyes as she sat up in the booth, "Yeah, the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife." Usopp said, and the girl groaned into the palm of her hands. Embarrassed by the scene she caused in front of her friend, "Did he stand you up on a date or something?" Usopp asked, and she lifted her head from her hands and placed them on her lap.
She sighed falling back into the booth and slouching her back, "No, but that would've saved me the heartbreak and tears." She said and Usopp was about to ask another question possibly. "No more questions," She said, before he could even ask he closed his mouth.
{meanwhile}
Sanji's day couldn't have gotten any worse or better. He was kicked off the line and now his ex-fiancee is here and was sitting next to some guy with green hair and three swords. Has she moved on? Has she replaced him?
"No way, she didn't replace with that moss-head?" He mumbled under his breath. Words can't explain how much he missed her and how much he beat himself up for making her leave. Every day, he beats himself up for it each day he's reminded of the consequences of his actions when he wakes up every morning and she isn't there beside him.
Everyday when he's not waking up to her cuddled up beside him, her head buried into his chest. Her tiny snore echoing throughout what was once their shared room, everyday was a reminder of his failure as a partner. was there even a chance to fix it?
He'd take that chance in a heartbeat, quit smoking he'd do it in a heartbeat if it meant being with his love again. Actually, ever since their argument a year ago he hasn't flirted with a single lady since. Really, for a year ever since that day he's been waiting hoping praying, that she'll walk through those doors and he can apologize for everything. So why can't he now?
First thing, she clearly doesn't want to talk to him still pissed off about what happened a year ago. Maybe, if he tries some small talk maybe she'll warm up. God, he hopes that she isn't sleeping with that moss-head man. Whatever it is, he's at least going to try to fix things hopefully, and if she doesn't want anything to do with him then that's fine. He'll just have to live with not having the best thing to ever happen to him in his life again.
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One theory I have to explain some odd choices made by translators (and my source for it is “it makes sense to me” so take it with a grain of salt) is basically that as human beings we share a common limit of linguistic complexity, so that languages that are simple on one level (like an alphabet with just a couple dozen letters) can afford to be more complex on some other level and conversely, a language with a more complex feature like thousands of ideograms or lots of grammatical cases will make things easier for itself in some other way.
A language like English which is quite simple in substance (easy conjugations, few verb tenses and moods, no need to remember the gender of every noun and modify adjectives and verbs accordingly, etc) can afford to be more complex in practise, for instance having a higher tolerance for implied meaning, ambiguity, syntactical flexibility, single-use neologisms, and so on. A language which is more complex on the sentence-making level (or word level, with non-intuitive spellings) will shun extra complications on the meaning-making level and demand more precise and codified phrasings, few neologisms, visible logical connectors, etc.
The example in my last post was really typical (though extreme enough to be funny)—where the English text said “the Haves vs. Have Nots vs. Have Mosts” the French translated the latter as “those who have more than all the others.” English went for 'as concise as possible’ and French for ‘as clear as possible’. You could have said in French ‘ceux qui ont le plus’ (those who have the most) or even ‘les ayant-le-plus’ (the having-mosts) but the phrase with all the meaning out in the open was preferred. And although for specific examples you can argue that something else could have worked better, it still makes sense why each language made the choice it did when you consider the text in a holistic way.
A text translated from English to French gains complexity in some ways that are inevitable (e.g. verbs that are in preterit and indicative mood in English might have to alternate in French between imparfait and plus-que-parfait and indicative and subjunctive moods, with verbal structures that are longer or less straightforward) so the translator ends up lowering complexity on other levels, like choosing to spell out ideas more fully. It may seem like a small mental effort to deduce that “have-mosts” mean “those who have more than all others” but it quickly adds up when every sentence has vague or layered or innovative meanings. At the end of the day both the original text and the translation hit the same threshold of linguistic complexity, but the complexity is located in different aspects of language.
There are times when reading French -> English translations when you can see logical connectors being deleted for reasons that feel baffling to a French person (“it makes the structure of thinking less obvious? why would you do that”) but make sense if the complexity of the text has been lowered in some way that English speakers prefer (eg short, direct sentences instead of long meandering ones). Now that parsing the sentence and keeping track of clauses requires less effort, you can ask more effort of the reader by making meaning more implicit—and if the translator doesn’t readjust things in this way they’d be operating their language below capacity, and the English-speaking reader might feel like they’re getting bogged down in overexplained phrasings instead of walking at normal speed.
So in this light the wordiness of French makes sense for French and the pithiness of English makes sense for English—of course there are many factors at play but there’s one common motivation behind these opposite choices, and it’s balancing the different layers of complexity of each language (some of which are a matter of preference eg sentence length, while others are more hardwired) to try and situate your text at the level of complexity that is both hard enough to be interesting and easy enough to be comfortable for the human brain.
#like clearly it's not the only reason why french is eg hostile to neologisms while english loves them#there are lots of historical and cultural factors but this can play a role too#language tag
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I Can’t Keep Crying pt 3
Pt 1 Pt 2
Quick lil note to say I love every comment I been getting on my stuff and ilysm kissing u all mwah mwah it really makes my day
Story under the cut: angst only rn
You shared a cigarette on the deck with a crew mate, watching Buggy from afar. Sometimes if it was cold, he used to lend you the coat he was wearing right now. What a fool he made you out to be.
”Captain’s let his bird fly out the cage finally?”
”Oh, shut the fuck up.”
He only laughed, “Cabaji gets his sloppy seconds, you could do worse.”
You flicked the butt in his face, storming off below the deck. Before all this, Buggy was teaching you how to throw knives. You decided it was perfect time to imagine the empty barrel was his face.
You could think of a hundred reasons for why Buggy was bad for you, but the good times popped up. His laugh, the real one he seemed to save just for you. The way he’d protect you during a raid, shoving you downstairs in a hurry yelling at you to hide. Letting you watch his shows from the catwalk, his eyes shining brightly in the spotlight as he looked up at you.
It wasn’t romantic for most people, but things were different on the sea. After a raid on a village, he kept a small box close with him. He hid away from the crew, only coming out when you said you didn’t want to eat dinner alone. He had his moods, he was soft around you. He never told you what was in there, only his mood giving a hint to what it was. Closer than what anyone else got.
”Needs work, thank god you’re not my first wave of defense,” said a voice behind you.
”Is there more to be done, captain?”
He smiled, “nah. Just wanted to see what you were up to.”
You looked him up and down, “nice necklace.”
”Eh, gonna hock it next time we dock somewhere. Can’t figure out what put in it anyway.”
You forced a smile, “I thought even pirates loved their mama.”
“Now that’s funny.”
You nodded politely, turning to leave. Buggy stopped you, his brows furrowed like he was struggling what to say.
“I didn’t…know that..well, I don’t have to really explain myself do I?”
”Excuse me?”
”Lemme make it up to you, steal a table at Baratie, dine and dash. Something fun and exciting!”
”What? No, I’m not doing that.”
He frowned, “aw come on, you’re not turning legit now, are you?”
You smiled, “I’m not doing that with you.”
Hurt flashed across his face for only a moment, “you did it first you know.”
This confused you, having no idea what he was talking about. You sized up your captain, he was a stubborn bastard.
“I don’t know what you’re referring to, so I doubt it.”
”Go clean the head.”
”You’re seriously giving me cabin boy duty?”
He nodded, causing you to groan. He smiled satisfied, he was going to make you regret sleeping with the boss. If that was how he was going to act, you were going to make him regret it too. Cabin boy was easy to pay off for shit duty.
”I’m sure there’s a way to convince your captain differently, if you wanted to be persuasive.”
Buggy stepped closer, bumping into your chest. His breath smelled of whiskey, his aura pulling you closer. It was like that when you joined his crew, amused instead of angry that you tried stealing from him. Buggy had a way with people, making them stay. You knew better.
”You don’t like me Buggy, simple as that. You made it clear more than once.”
He was at a loss for words, letting you walk away as he stood there. You held in your tears until you reached your room. The worst part about being on a ship was the lack of privacy. In your dreams, Buggy would proudly proclaim his love for you, in front of the whole world. Instead of letting you hover around him, the crew would judge you, yet you didn’t get special treatment when it came to chores.
He did give you his cabin to be alone in, and that was something you wished you had now. You cried softly, face down in your pillow. What did he mean earlier? What did you do first?
You heard your name called, ignoring it.
“You okay?”
It was your friend, petting your head softly. You gave a thumbs up, rubbing your face like nothing happened. She smiled, giving you the mug of coffee in her hand. The ship was set to sail for a small village, peaceful and full of gold. You chatted about the show, what your friend had planned.
“So what’s your plan?”
”I’ll probably still run the lights and curtains.”
”No, about him.”
You sighed, “he’s a grown ass man, he won’t apologize and I’m not gonna coddle him. We’re pirates for fuck’s sake.”
Surprisingly, Buggy still allowed you to run the lights. In the middle of the ring was the mayor, bound and gagged as Buggy made his grand entrance. He was nicer when the show ran smoothly, a little more willing to let people live.
And your mother had much bigger plans for you and your life.
Buggy glanced up at you, winking as he tortured the mayor for the key to the bank vault. He was still very handsome, sexy when he exerted his power over others. The gasps from the audience reminded you of the first time you saw his powers, it was intoxicating.
You used this opportunity to sneak away, heading towards his cabin. You weren’t sure what you wanted to find, his room was messy as always. You had some clothes left behind, deciding to take a pile. You searched around for your locket, not remembering if he kept it on today. The accordion was still in its case, you took that one too. If he was going to punish you for stealing your own things, so be it.
Realizing you never had the whole ship to yourself, you pushed your luck, snooping in his personal items. Sealed letters from someone, the name sounding familiar. Under a pile of scarves was a small box, you wondered if the locket was inside. Were you still willing to steal that damn thing from him?
You decided against it, running to your room and back to the tent before anyone noticed. You stood in the back, watching the show. The crew was probably going to stay here another couple of days, Buggy loved his adoring fans. You could escape if your luck ran out.
The show ended, Buggy noticing you near the entrance, he smiled and let you go on your way with the rest of the crew to drink. His words entered your mind again, what imagined transgression against him was he thinking of?
The crew liked putting on a small show for themselves, your friend waving as she flipped through the air. You’d miss this crew if you had to leave, Buggy couldn’t ruin this for you. You smiled, hoping to let this whole thing blow over.
You heard your name bellowed out from across the tent, Buggy marching straight toward you. The rest of the crew adverted their eyes, he was on a warpath.
You stood up straight, “yes, sir?”
”You were in my cabin. What did you take? Treasure? A map? Money?”
“My clothes. I had clothes there,” you stuttered.
He glanced around the room, “my cabin. Now.”
You nodded as you’re hurried past the crowd, embarrassed and slightly afraid. Thankful he wasn’t about to air out your relationship failures in the open. It didn’t mean anything good either way.
Buggy spun around as soon as the door closed, angry to the brim.
”You stole from me.”
”I…didn’t.”
”Yes, you did.”
”The accordion? I only took my things back.”
He waved around his room, “oh! Is that all? Nothing else? Nothing in that desk?”
You shook your head, of course he’d find out. You didn’t take anything, your only saving grace.
”I was looking for my locket,” you held up your hands, “I’m not stupid, Buggy. I only take what’s mine.”
He searched your face, the wind blowing out of his sails, he believed you.
With a laugh he shook his head, “you’re gonna be the death of me. Swear to god.”
With a nervous smile, you tried to leave. He still stopped you, lightly grabbing your arm. His eyes were filled with an emotion you couldn’t place, unsure if he could either.
“I would like to hear a song, if you’re willing to grant an audience. That’s how I’ll forgive you.”
You smile, “I’ll be right back then.”
The words slipped out so easily, the way your body moved too. You played in your youth, something you did to pass the time on long voyages. On your last ship, it was lost in the wreck. You couldn’t find a reason to get it replaced, feeling like you had no need to. You only told him about it once, in an inn months ago while you bathed together. He liked your singing, not surprised that you always been some sort of artist your whole life.
That day was when you realized you were in love with him.
“Captain?”
”Come in, I was just uh, setting the mood, I guess.”
The cabin was dimly lit, a sheer red scarf placed over a lamp. He held up his hands, motioning you to sit on his chair. You giggled, covering up your nerves.
“Any requests, captain?”
”Oh you can call me Buggy, and uh. I dunno, dealer’s choice.”
You could only remember a song partially, singing a song of a woman left at the altar on her wedding day. The notes were fumbled, your foot tapping next to his, he hummed along not knowing the lyrics.
You had a good time despite yourself, smiling as you made up a song on the spot. You could remember simple chords, singing about the woman from the previous song taking to the sea to cut her fiancé’s head off. Buggy laughed hard at that one.
“Beautiful!”
You smiled, “thanks, Bug.”
You got up to leave, Buggy stopping you again. He held his breath, thinking of something to say.
”You don’t have to leave so soon do you?”
He looked so sad, so lonely. You were certain it had to be projection on your part. He held out a hand, letting you place your fingers gently on his palm. You were in love with an image, one he displayed in full before you. You had doubts, and that was reason enough to leave.
”I can’t. I really can’t.”
He only nodded, letting you take your things with you. As you closed the door you hear him release a shuddering breath, matching the sob you were holding in yourself.
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In the Midnight Hour Part 3
And here we come to the REAL reason I started this AU.
Part 1 Part 2
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Steve picked Robin up to take her to school. And she was chattering away like she always did.
“Like it’s hilarious,” Robbin was saying. “Andy and Chase, not having the energy to do anything. They’ve apparently been benched twice because they can barely stand let alone dribble a ball.”
Steve hummed. “Anyone else on the team that’s been lethargic?”
Robin thought for a moment. “Not on the basketball team. There were a couple other jocks that had that long and drawn out look, but they’re better off, I guess. Able to function and shit, but like pale.”
Steve raised an eyebrow. “Sounds like a vampire or some such shit.”
“Ewww,” she crowed. “Are there vampires in DnD? Could this be an Upside Down thing?”
Steve chewed on his lips. “I don’t know, Robs. I’m not well versed in this shit. I’d the hitter not the planner.”
“I’ll talk to the dweebs at lunch,” Robin sighed. “See what their thoughts are on this.”
Steve nodded.
“What are you doing today?” she asked as he pulled up the school.
“I have the day off so I thought I’d visit Wayne again,” Steve murmured.
Robin’s shoulders sagged. “You don’t have to keep doing this. He’s a grown man, he can take care of himself.”
Steve chewed on his lip. “It helps...me.”
Her eyes softened. “I’m sorry. I know it’s hard for you to lose anyone, even if you didn’t get a chance to know him.”
Steve just nodded.
She patted his shoulder and then left for school.
He drove straight to the Motel 6 and pulled into the parking lot. Thanks to Eddie being a part of the “team” or party or whatever the government had deigned to give Wayne Munson the ‘pay off’ or whatever to keep his mouth shut about the Upside Down.
So he was living in a motel until he could get a bank to look at him to buy a house.
Steve walked up to room six and knocked.
Wayne opened the door. “Back again, Harrington?”
Steve smiled. “Maybe I just like your company.”
Wayne scoffed. “No one likes my company these days. Well except you and that Henderson kid.”
“Dustin’s been by?” Steve asked, looking down at his feet.
“He still not talking to you?” Wayne asked softly.
Steve shook his head. “Thinks it should have been me instead of Eddie. I thought I share.”
“Survivors’ guilt is a hell of thing,” Wayne agreed.
“You were in the Vietnam war, right?” Steve asked, sitting down on the one chair in the room.
“The government always were sick sons of bitches,” Wayne said gruffly.
Steve scoffed. “Tell me about it.”
Wayne frowned. “And what would you know about that?”
Steve looked around. “You think this room is bugged?”
Wayne’s eyebrows shot up. He hadn’t pegged Steve for a conspiracy nut, but then this wasn’t the normal teenage boy, either.
“No,” he replied. “I sweep for bugs every time I come back.”
It was Steve’s turn to look surprised. “Now, why would you do that, sir?”
“Why don’t you tell me what you know,” Wayne said, sitting on the bed and facing him, “and I’ll tell you what I know.”
So Steve did. He told him everything. From the beginning with Will all the way to the end with Eddie’s death and the return of Vecna.
“Shit,” Wayne said. “Had I known it was Henry Creel, I would grabbed my shot gun and helped hunt down the bastard.”
“You knew Henry Creel, sir?”
“I’m only a year older than that sick son of a bitch,” Wayne said. “I have my accent because I kept it. I want to remind every single one of those bastards that I am not here by choice.”
Steve frowned. “I’m not sure what you mean.”
“I was the wrong kind of powered,” Wayne said. “Can’t do much with an empath.”
“What’s an empath?”
“An empath is someone who can feel other people’s emotions. I can immediately tell what mood someone is in no matter how good they are at masking it,” Wayne explained. “Can’t weaponize feeling things. They tried to get me use it feel out foreign heads of state. Are they nervous, happy, angry? The problem was that they could be mad about their toast being burnt that morning and not angry at being at the meeting. So I was dumped in a town that hated people who were different.”
“What was your number?” Steve asked.
Wayne shook his head. “Different project. I had a name, not a number. I was the precursor to whatever shit they got Henry involved in. And your friend, too.”
“What about your parents, your brother?” Steve asked. “Didn’t your family care what happened to you?”
Wayne shrugged. “My parents were happy to take the money the government gave them to keep their mouths shut and my brother was their golden child. I grew up in the care system here and got a job right out high school.”
Steve winced. “Is that why you offered to take Eddie, because you didn’t want him in the system?”
Wayne smiled. “I don’t know why your friends think you’re the dumb one, you seem pretty quick to me.”
“When it comes to people, sure,” Steve said with a small smile. “Not when it comes to everything else.”
Wayne smiled back. “I think you and I are the same, thinking with our hearts and not our heads.”
Steve straightened up and grinned. “I don’t have powers, though.”
Wayne just shook his head. “You’re here about Eddie, aren’t you?”
“I know Dustin told you he died,” Steve said.
“But he’s not dead,” Wayne said. “I can still feel him.”
Steve’s jaw dropped. “Come again?”
“I’m real close to Eddie,” Wayne explained. “I can feel his emotions better than anyone. When Dustin came and said he died. He wasn’t wrong. Not then.”
Steve closed his eyes and lower lip shook. “I think Vecna‒Henry brought him back as a vampire or something similar.”
Wayne nodded. “He’s not quite right, my Eddie. When he was brought back I mean, not before.”
“He’s been visiting me,” Steve admitted shyly.
“How long?”
“A few weeks,” Steve said softly. “I was having nightmares and hallucinations before this and thought he was one of them.
Wayne nodded. “What made you decide he might be the real deal?”
Steve threw his head back and groaned. “This is so embarrassing.”
“I’m waiting,” Wayne said playfully.
“His hair.”
“You want to run that past me one more time?” Wayne asked.
“I’ve been able to ‘touch’ my hallucinations before,” he said put air quotes around touch. “But this was different. I’d never touched his hair prior to his death so I should have no frame of reference for what it should feel like.”
Wayne nodded. “Ah. I gotcha. You expected it to feel a certain way and when you touched it, it didn’t feel that way.”
“Exactly!” Steve said, snapping his fingers. “And that’s why I’m here. You needed to be the first to know that Eddie was back. And that there might be a chance to bring him home.”
Wayne nodded, tears filling up his eyes. “You’re a good man, Steve Harrington.”
Steve shook his head. “I’m really not. But if it was the other way round, I’d be pissed if no one told me there was a chance to save him.”
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k-peasants asked:
An actual prompt this time! I know you're busy and have plenty of things to write yet, take your time.
Soo I was thinking that maybe companions (and Maxson) horribly failing at confessing to Sole. Like for example they could clear out some Raiders, companion is impressed, tries to confess BAM Sole gets fucking decked by random raider they didn't kill. I feel like you could get pretty creative with that one. Like deathclaws, something exploding, just settlers running in, other companions interrupting etc.
Then comes the second portion of this request. No, I didn't intent to kill Sole on a regular basis; it was a one-shot deal with Deacon……….. (but maybe…)
Anyway, for the time being, I'll give you in the
Part 2
Hancock / Preston / Strong (Yeah, Strong… not sure why… felt like it)
(Part 1 : Danse, Deacon, Nick Valentine)
(Part 3 : X6-88 alone because of a bug)
(Part 4 : Gage, MacCready, Piper)
(Part 5 : Cait, Curie, Codsworth, Dogmeat, Elder Maxson)
Hancock : Thirty years. Thirty years of solitude. Thirty years have passed since he was able to free himself from a toxic relationship that nearly ruined what little good existed in him.
Thirty years of being content with himself alone, consuming others as if they were chems, of feeling extremely alone in the midst of his sorry heart.
He gets a swift of Jet.
Today marks thirty years.
He sighs deeply. Fahrenheit stares at him with curiosity.
"A problem?"
"Outside this one?" With a wave of his hand, he shows himself. "Nope."
His daughter doesn't insist. He's in that mood... a mood she'd rather not fuel. When he sinks in this way, there is nothing in the world that can lift him.
"Hello in there!" a voice from outside the room says.
Hancock immediately straightens up, his eyes bright, as Sole walks into the living room.
"Well, well, well, if it ain't my Sunshine in the flesh."
Nothing other than the Sole Survivor can light him up. Fahr rises from her couch with a gentle smile.
"Um, I'll go on my rounds, I'll leave you."
Sole waves as she walks by, and Hancock gives her a chin sign. He, in turn, stands to greet the newcomers.
"Well now, to what do I owe the pleasure of your presence?"
"I was passing by and couldn't help but come and say hello to my favourite mayor."
"Nah, there be nary a choice to discuss in the neighboring vicinity."
"Kelly's not bad in Somerville."
Hancock smiles as Sole laughs. They sit on the couch, and the ghoul offers his companion a mentat.
"No thanks, I'm trying to stop."
"Hmph. Pray tell, how fares it in your realm?"
"Quiet. The Castle is well-kept. Hartfield does an excellent job managing the squads, Rony is fantastic at instructing the rookies, and Preston is simply brilliant at keeping an eye on the entire Commonwealth."
"You bestows all the credit upon others whilst granting but a trifling amount to their esteemed General."
Sole sighs slightly, their gaze lost in the nothingness.
"The General is a little tired these days so my colonel and my lieutenants have the lion's share of the job."
Hancock moves gently, almost nervously, his arm around his friend's shoulders.
"Require a modicum of respite, do we?"
"Why do you suppose I came to you? I always feel so much better when you're by my side."
Hancock smiles and would blush if his skin would let it. He clears his throat, trying to keep himself in control, but his tone is far from confident.
"I'd be willin' to do anythin' to put ya at ease," he admits, realizing after how unusual it sounds. "Well, what I mean is—
"You'd drug my drink if I had one," Sole chuckles. "I know."
"Nah, not in the slightest."
The mayor sighs, trying to find more appropriate words to explain himself. He should have done it years ago. And the time has come.
"What I'm trying to say is that—
The living room door swings open, revealing an obviously irate Fahrenheit.
"Mutants attack! Three spotters have already been killed!"
Sole rushes onto their legs, grabbing their weapon. Hancock follows, although a little less enthusiastically.
"Eh, when duty beckons, we must heed its call."
Preston : The linens are being stretched out on the recycled mattress that Sole fashioned for Cait's bed, which is set up in her room of the news appartements. According to Sole, this is the final edifice that she constructed at Sanctuary, and these sheets symbolize the consecration of her town.
"What if more people come?"
"We will begin to consider the possibility of cleaning up Concord. There is no longer a single space available for anyone at Sanctuary.
"What if couples have children."
"Do not tamper with my words, Preston. You are aware of what I am referring to..."
The colonel is unable to contain his laughter. It's true that he was having a great time at the expense of Sole. The reason for this is that he is well aware of the fact that Sole asserts today that Sanctuary is completely finished, but that they will come tomorrow with a new project that might be a house, apartment, bunker, or anything else.
As Sole is leaning over to replace a cushion, Preston places the sheet on top of the pillow, and their hands lightly brush against each other as they should on such an occasion. He laughs shyly, and his General looks up, inquisitive about what is going on.
"What's that?"
The poor man, who was swelled and wondering what to do with his skin, responded quickly, "Nothing."
Sole gives a little chuckle, and their eyes appear to light up as if they have suddenly grasped something that is quite obvious.
"Preston, my dearest friend." Taking a seat on the bed, they pat the mattress next to them. "Is there anything you'd like to talk to me about?"
The Colonel embodies a desire to pass away. His foolish chuckle has not gone unnoticed by the General, and he is now perfectly capable of dying out of shame. He knows exactly where Sole wants to go. However, after the wine has been drawn, it required to be drink. In order to do so, he sits down next to Sole.
"I'll tell you the truth, and after that, I'll ask you—
"HOW DARE YOU SIT IN MY BED?" Cait cries out as hurling her bags onto the ground while hoisting a baseball bat over her shoulder.
"Woh!" yells out Sole in an effort to calm her down. "We just putted the sheets on the bed!"
"GET OUT OF MY ROOM!"
Cait chases Preston and Sole while making threats, and they run away without waiting for a second warning while giggling.
Strong (seriously, I think I’m crazy) : Sole wipes their mouth after basically consuming their opponent's heart as Strong suggested —what would they do to finally gain the respect of the super-mutant— and the so-called super-mutant is noticeably impressed.
"Puny Human now understands. Human must capture valor of great warrior who died fighting."
"But it's still cannibalism."
"What problem?"
Sole furrows their brow. Cannibalism is highly common in the realm of these massive monsters. It comes as naturally to Strong as eating a puppy. Anyway, he's already done with the Gunner's carcass.
"If not, do you have another way to celebrate a victory?"
"Eat defeated, drink, sing."
"Sing?"
Strong casts a bored gaze upon Sole, and they hope they won't have to take a punch for their attitude, but it was too unbelievable.
"Strong good singer. Mighty voice."
"I would love to hear Strong sing a song of victory then."
The super-mutant smiles a little. Sole wonders if they made a mistake. A deathclaw would smile like that before devouring a pray. Strong, on the other hand, bursts through a series of borborygmas and discordant sounds. They resist to cover their ears with their hands and eventually opt to join the sound calamity.
Strong appears to be quite happy.
"Great tiny human. Capable of singing ancestral song."
"Ancestral? I thought you were created by the Institute."
"Ancestral," the monster adds with a smile still stretch on his face. "Strong like Puny Human, very honorable little human," Strong is pleased, "and uh—
"Look, Strong! Some Gunners appear to have survived our raid over there! Let's go kill them!"
For the first time of his life, Strong is upset to finds out that he is returning to battle, but Sole pays little mind to their green companion. They've already armed themselves and are ready to take out the soulless mercenaries.
#fallout 4#fallout#fallout 4 companions#fo4#fallout companions#fallout 4 reactions#fallout 4 react#sole survivor#john hancock#preston garvey#strong#fallout 4 hancock#hancock#preston#fallout4#fo4 companions#sosu
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Fandom: Final Fantasy VII
Verse: Cloud is the Remnant’s carrier
Tags: omegaverse, past-mpreg, some mention of force-pregnancy
I’m far enough into the Rebirth to start writing this thing again.
Promise this isn’t just going to become a series of different characters learning about the Remnant triplets existence, just halfway through writing this I had a moment of “wait does Red XIII even know about any of the kids?” so had to include that.
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“What’s wrong?”
Spike looks actively pained to be asking the question so Barret really must be looking pathetic in his feeling sorry for himself now they’re all settled into the hotel for the night. Their merc may be a ‘mega but he was no damn good at warm and fuzzy stuff like most would expect of his designation.
“It’s nothing,” Barret says. Not wanting to drag the mood down on their first night on the road after escaping Midgar and Shinra.
“Just thinking ‘bout Marlene is all,” Barret says, just as Cloud sits on the other bed probably satisfied that he’d at least asked. They say stress shared is stress halved. And if anyone would understand what Barret was going through it’d be their resident former-SOLDIER. “It’d be about her bedtime now. And I ain’t there to read her her story.”
It was damned unfair that he had to leave his baby girl behind so he could go save the planet from what Shinra had done. Marlene deserves her daddy being there to say goodnight and instead he’s out hunting down Sephiroth.
“Elmyra will make sure she gets one,” Cloud says, laying back down on his bed for the night.
“Yeah, but will she do all the voices right? And will she make sure to explain exactly how the hero rallies the people against the evil dictator?” Marlene was particular about these things after all. It’d even taken Tifa a bit to get it right back when she first started babysitting when Barret had to go out on Avalanche business.
Spike just shrugs.
“You have a child?” Red asks before Barret has a chance to have a go at the merc for his lack of carrying about something so important.
“Huh? Yeah. We both do.” Had they not mentioned that before?
Barret digs out the photo of his baby girl he takes with him everywhere for whenever he needs to be reminded of why he’s doing this again to show their newest party member his princess.
“That’s Marlene. She’s my baby girl. The brightest kid you ever could meet.” Barret doesn’t try and keep the pride from his voice. Why should he? Marlene deserves his love for her shouted from the rooftops. “And Cloud’s are- uh-“
“Kadaj, Loz and Yazoo,” Cloud rattles off before Barret accidently messes up their weird ass names. “They’re- uh-“
Spike’s brow furrows in pained confusion and maybe Barret shouldn’t have brought the kids up. It’s easy for him to talk about his baby girl without including the shit Shinra put them through but the mega’ merc can’t. No real way to explain his babies without talking ‘bout their monster sire.
“They’re triplets,” Barret offers because he’s not an asshole that gonna’ force the ‘mega to say anything he don’t wanna’. What matters is that they’re Spike’s. “And you telling me you’re not thinking about how you’re not there to tuck them in and sing them to sleep?”
“I- don’t,” Cloud says, looking a bit better than he had moments ago. His expression is still confused but it doesn’t take much for that Barret’s figured out.
“You don’t sing to them?” Barret doesn’t imagine the merc has the most beautiful singing voice around but that’s not what it’s about. He used to sing to Marlene despite barely being able to hold a tune. Still does when she asks, although when it comes to singing its Tifa and Jesse she begs for it from and Barret can’t even be mad about it – they’ve got the best voices in Avalanche. “You read them bedtime stories then!?”
“No,” Cloud says with a shake of his head.
“Seriously!?” He knew the poor bugger was in over his head with three babies on his hands but he didn’t realize it was that bad.
“I – they’re babies,” Cloud says, sitting up on the bed with the befuddled confused expression that makes people underestimate him even with him still wearing his SOLDIER uniform. “They wouldn’t understand them anyway.”
“It’s not about them understanding! It’s about them hearing your voice!” It’s not doing shit like that that gets you people like Sephiroth. Which, shit, they probably gotta’ be extra careful with those three to counteract whatever psychotic genes they got from that bastard.
He can’t even be that mad at Spike about it either. The poor bastard had been dealt a shit hand with the three of them and seemed to be struggling enough just keeping them and himself alive. Tifa had warned Barret the ‘mega suffered from nightmares when it was decided they and Red would room together and the three babies are young enough they likely don’t sleep through he night either. Hard to think about lullaby’s and bedtime stories when you’re barely getting any rest yourself.
Marlene would be making sure Elymira gave them all bedtime stories for the time being. But the kids weren’t staying with Aerith’s mum forever.
“Right. When we get back from saving the planet we’re gonna’ make sure they keep getting stories every night as well.” Marlene’ll no doubt be used to living with the three as well by the time they get back – no point trying to separate them again.
“You don’t have to,” Spike says because he’s allergic to asking for help.
“It’s nothing. And I can’t leave it up to you to try and tell a story – you’d miss half the facts.” Might take him a while to train the merc up to being any good at it but Barret’s one of the best bed-time story tellers around so if anyone can do it it’ll be him.
“I-“ Spike goes to protest.
“I know some tales as well,” Red chimes in, looking actually excited at the idea. “It will be good to pass them down to the next generation.”
“Hell yeah!” Barret says more to keep the energy going and prevent Spike from trying and squashing the idea. “I’m sure the girls have some too. We’ll have to build a roster. Though I’m always going to be my baby girl’s favorite.”
“We’ll see about that,” Red says, sounding mighty confident considering he had been a lab experiment until a couple hours back. Barret’s not giving up his title as the best storyteller without a fight, he’ll be sure to win Cloud’s three over as well.
It’s better than Cloud shouldering the burden of what Shinra did to him alone.
#Final Fantasy VII#Cloud is the remnants carrier#mpreg#Final Fantasy mpreg#omegaverse#Final Fantasy omegaverse#Cloud Strife#barret wallace#Red XIII#I accidently a ficlet
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What are some of ypurMichael/Jeremike headcanons? Could you share them with us?
Oooooh there's SO MANYYY
These two are all I've been thinking about for over a year now and I don't plan to stop anytime soon lmao
Putting a read more in there so you don't spend 10 years scrolling past this post
MICHAEL W. AFTON (voice claim: Kenai from Brother Bear)
His full name is Michael William Afton, he never mentions his second name to anyone for obvious reasons though
He was born in Utah
Autistic
Bisexual
Big sharp canines
He has vitiligo
He's a momma's boy
Pathetic wet cat boyloser
Clara and William divorced when the kids were very young. William got to keep them because he had better income and could provide "a better home" for them. He made it impossible for Clara to meet the kids again and told them that mom doesn't love them anymore. Michael didn't want to believe it but as the time passed, he eventually did
Clara was writing letters to the kids but William would burn them all before they could see them
Michael took the worst traits after William, unfortunately. He deals with sudden mood swings and serious anger issues
He was never taught a healthy way to cope with his emotions.
Michael sucks at explaining what he feels so he would often get frustrated and angry when people don't get why he's feeling a certain way
He's been dealing with night terrors every since his parents divorced
William always treated Evan and Elizabeth better than him so he feels jealous of them. Evan was too little to truly understand what's been happening around him but he did have a feeling that it's unfair, Elizabeth on the other hand was a daddy's girl and despite feeling like Williams wasn't giving her enough attention, she still always agreed with him and would stay on his side
Michael breaks stuff a lot. His room is always a mess because of this. He tore apart countless sketchbooks and notebooks, broke mirrors and even threw furniture around. After this kind of anger outbreaks, he always breaks down in tears and cries himself to sleep
Mike rarely looks in the mirror because of his many times people told him he looks just like his father. He never looks at family photos either
Michael and William have more in common than their appearance. Mike's small gestures and body language are exactly the same too. He hates it because people point it out all. the. time. There's nothing ha can do about it though
Even tho Michael hates his father, deep inside he still desperately craves his love and attention so he clings to any, even the slightest bits of kindness he gets from him. That makes it really easy for William to manipulate him and make him do whatever he wants him to do
Michael gets in fist fights a lot
He's not a stranger to violence in general but he's also really anxious and insecure. He always feels like he has to prove to everyone that he's nothing like William but most of the times it only shows how similar they are
Michael only cries when he's sure nobody can see it. William used to yell at him for crying when he was a child so he learned that he can never show any weakness
After the bite of 83, Michael experienced really bad panic attacks when he was exposed to animatronics or even his Foxy mask.
William would still force him to help in the pizzeria and make him work with the robots on purpose
Michael was forced to help at the diner/pizzerias since he was only 8 years old. Even when he was older, he never got officially hired there. William would just pull the "I pay for everything, you live off of my money so you owe me" card and make him work
He was anemic when he was about 13-14 years old, mostly because of how quickly he grew in that time and bad eating habits
Michael frowns a lot, not only when he's angry or irritated though. He tends to frown as a default expression which leads to a lot of misunderstandings
He's REALLY bad at taking care of plants
He loves cats and animals in general
JEREMY "REMY" FITZGERALD (voice claim: Seán McLoughlin aka Jacksepticeye)
Irish
Nonbinary [he/they]
Gay
Has two older brothers
Himbo
Big dumb silly idiot
Jeremy was born in Galway, Ireland and moved to California with his brothers and parents when he was 3 years old
They moved to Hurricane, Utah 16 years later and lived alone since
BIGGEST QUEEN FAN
Absolutely adores plants and has so many of them in their small apartment
Did construction work before getting a job at Freddy's
Has lots of religious trauma, all of it actually
Many piercings, most of them done by himself (idiot)
Has a big ivy tattoo
Was kicked out by his parents for being gay and struggled a lot to survive before starting a construction job. He even had to steal food a couple of times
Has ADHD
Has type 2 diabetes
Jeremy always dreamed about having a beautiful home with a big garden with lots of flowers and other plants in it but the best he got was a small old apartment filled with plants in pots.
They're very allergic to cats but that doesn't stop him from shoving his face into every kitty's belly
Jeremy was neglected as a child, his parents never planning a third child and not being too keen on having to raise another one. They put most of the responsibilities on their older sons which made them dislike their youngest sibling from the very beginning
Mary Anne and Patrick (the parents) never really tried to hide their indifference towards Jeremy, at east when they weren't in public. Because, naturally, they would hate for people to talk badly about them
Jeremy spent most of his childhood alone in their room, wandering the streets or spending time with Citlali, their best friend, and her parents. Remy adored them all and preferred hanging out with them over being with their own family
After moving to Utah he became very open about their identity. Moving away from his parents was difficult but also provided a whole new opportunity to finally be himself and make their own decisions
there is A WHOLE LOT more but this is all I've got in my head right now saiduhsada
SHAMELESS PLUG TIME BUT YOU WILL LEARN A LOT MORE ABOUT MY JEREMIKE IN THE FIC I'M WRITING, IT'S CALLED "Insufficient" ON AO3
#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#jeremy fitzgerald#insufficient au#fnaf au#michael afton#headcanons#my au
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You are my medicine
Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
Fluff
Quickly before my husband could see, I coughed in the kitchen. But even as I turned, Anthony was standing at the door, looking at me seriously.
"Why don't you just take your medicine?" he asked me as he stood in front of me, looking into my tired eyes.
"Because I'm not that sick to death, I don't need any medicine just some rest and lots of love from you and I'll be fine," I explained, grinning cheekily at him.
"But you won't get better with love alone! Why do you have to be such a damn stubborn person?",
I giggled and hugged my husband gently. I put my head on his chest and closed my eyes. In pleasant silence I listened to his heartbeat.
My favorite sound.
"I'd better get you to bed. You will fall asleep to me here standing",
Gently Anthony lifted me up and carried me to our bedrooms, there he laid me down in our shared bed. Just as he was about to leave, I grabbed his left wrist and pulled him back to me in bed.
"What are you doing?" my husband asked me, but smiled gently at me.
"Please stay...just as long as I'm asleep. Anthony I want you near me," I explained and my husband rolled his eyes but grinned. I knew he wasn't serious and was just joking with me.
Together we were now cuddling in our marriage bed. Anthony stroked my arms and kissed the top of my head gently. I lay peacefully in his arms.
"Remember the first time we met?" my husband interrupted the silence.
"Oh yes, how could I forget! You were so arrogant back then and only wanted to get married to please your mother," I added, giggling.
"You hadn't exactly been an angel either. You also wanted your mother to finally leave you alone," my husband mentioned and pinched me lightly.
"Yes, but your moods really hadn't been easy, Mr. Bridgerton," I replied, looking into his eyes.
"Neither have yours, Mrs. Bridgerton," he replied, grinning cheekily at me.
"Still, I'm really glad the way things are now. Who would have thought we would fall in love? A bet turned into love," I spoke honestly, looking lovingly at Anthony.
"I love you so much," my husband replied and gently kissed my forehead.
I closed my eyes and rested my head on his chest again.
"You really should take your medicine," my husband tried again.
"That's what I'm taking right now. I need nothing more than to be in your arms. Your love is enough for me to get better," I explained to him again.
"Well then, get some sleep, my love",
Silently I followed his suggestion and slowly disappeared into the land of dreams.
The next morning I awoke in Anthony's arms feeling healthy again.
Happily, I snuggled up more to my husband.
"Someone's in a good mood," he spoke as he woke up.
"Yes, I feel much better already! I told you, your love is enough for me to get better",
"I'm really happy about that, dearest. Still, let's not rush things and spend today still in bed," Anthony told me, gently stroking my cheek.
I nodded in agreement and lay back in bed and together we cuddled some more, since it was still much too early for breakfast.
Happy that I have him as a husband and his love belonged only to me, I gently kissed the place where his heart was.
Anthony was and is my happiness in my life.
#he is so cute#he is my everything#he is so beautiful#perfect#anthony bridgerton x female reader#anthony bridgerton x reader#anthony bridgerton x you#anthony bridgerton imagine#anthony bridgerton#jonathan bailey#imagine bridgerton#benedict bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton imagine#bridgerton x reader#bridgerton imagine#benedict bridgerton#bridgerton brothers
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kylo ren- the last time
summary: you've had enough of being treated poorly by kylo
kylo ren x gn!reader
warnings: cursing
Dealing with Kylo was like dealing with a toddler at times. He had serious anger issues and whenever he'd come back home to you he'd take all his fury out on you.
It was a particularly cold evening so you decided to make a warm meal that night for yourself and Kylo.
You hummed as you stirred a pot filled with chicken, vegetables, and soup. It simmered on the stove in front of you.
The door to your quarters slammed open as Kylo came in, clearly furious.
You turned around to face him as you saw him throw down his mask resulting in a loud bang.
You turned back to your soup as you stirred it.
Whenever he was in a mood you never wanted to bother him and make him even more upset.
"Well aren't you going to say hello to your boyfriend?" you heard Kylo growl from behind you.
You turned around to give him a weak smile.
"Hi, Kylo. The only reason I didn't say hi to you was because you're clearly upset," you explained as he scoffed.
You absolutely hated it when he was like this. Making you feel horrible for no reason.
"Sometimes you're just so dense, Y/N," Kylo ran a hand through his dark hair as he stared at you. His usually warm brown eyes were cold as they glared at you.
You said nothing as you tried to hold your tongue desperately wanting to fight back but then you exploded.
"You know what, Kylo I'm done with your bullshit. I just made you soup right now because I know it's been a long day for you and I wanted to be a good partner but you're just always fucking angry. I try so hard to put up with you but it's just so hard. One moment you're smiling at me and then the next you're screaming at me and I don't know why. I just can't take this anymore," you yelled as you placed your head in your hands.
You stared at Kylo who looked as if you just slapped him.
"Don't look at me like the victim. We all know who the victim is in this relationship so quit the pouting. I'm so sick and tired of you," you sneered as you stared into his brown eyes.
You remembered when you first entered the relationship thinking that you were already hurt so you couldn't be hurt more.
How wrong you were.
Kylo's lip trembled as he stared at your frustrated form.
He looked extremely crushed.
This reaction just fueled your anger.
"You know what I don't deserve this," you said suddenly as you went to your shared bedroom and tossed a suitcase, and started grabbing all of your clothes.
"What are you doing?" he whispered as he walked over to your room with long strides.
"I'm leaving because I deserve better than someone as selfish as you," you said as you tossed your toiletries into the suitcase.
"But...but," he stuttered as you zipped up the bag and started pulling it out of the room.
"But nothing Kylo, goodbye enjoy my burnt soup. I'm coming back tomorrow to get my stuff but that's it," you cut him off as you stormed out of his quarters without a second glance.
Kylo could feel his heart break into two.
Not only was he romantically attached to you but he was also emotionally attached to you.
And now you were gone.
#kylo ren angst#kylo ren x reader#kylo ren imagine#star wars x reader#star wars preferences#star wars imagine#kylo ren preference
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Your ask parameters are so beautifully organized! Made my type A self happy. 😂 Soooo, if you would be so kind, could I request some headcanons about Wolffe? I don’t know him super well!
Thank you so much for sharing your wonderful talent!
haha thank you!! just wanted to make things easy for people to comprehend LOL
oooooh headcanons for Wolffe?? I do love that grumpy man quite a bit 🥰 we haven't seen much of him though, have we? makes me even more excited to see him in season 3 of TBB 😁 but there's still plenty to work with imo. let's see...
he is loyal to a fault. once you've gained his trust, you've gained a companion for life. but similar to Dogma, it can actually be a detriment (like we saw in Rebels). and if you ever do something to break his trust... watch out 😳😬
while other Clones would argue he's a major party-pooper, he actually more often than not is up for some good fun. the rest of the Wolf Pack swears he's the best dancer of the whole battalion, but he'll deny it every time 😜
like his name would suggest, he greatly enjoys head pats. any sort of attention to his hair will instantly put him in a better mood and have him absolutely melt from the attention
his serious and grumpy demeanor instantly dissolves when he's around those closest to him. you know this man trusts you whole-heartedly if you can get a genuine smile out of him
the TV shows 100% censor him, that man has the mouth of a sailor like you wouldn't believe. he tries to tone it down around the Jedi, however Plo Koon never had a problem with it. if anything, Plo actually encouraged it cause he saw it as a way of Wolffe getting to fully express himself 🥺
he often scratches at the area around his cyber eye. not because it's itchy, but he often feels an itch there that he just can't scratch. like his injury is somehow taunting him. he's been told it's the scar tissue getting irritated, but no, it's more than that. it has to be. he can't explain it...
why yes, he does in fact growl and snarl when he's angry. there's a rumor he got so heated once that he straight up bit someone. no one's been brave enough to try and confirm this though 😏
that's all I got for now! I'm sure I'll have more once we see him again in TBB season 3 hehe 😋
#thank you for the request!#commander wolffe#the clone wars#star wars the clone wars#tcw headcanons#Han's writing requests#freesia-writes
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The Island of Viridian
summary- It had been a while since Kidd has gotten his hands dirty leaving him being constantly on the edge, so how do you fix it ? By having a picnic so he can get his hands dirty when eating !!
AO3
3.2k words
WARNINGS
- swearing, sexual references & 18+ as it is written w mature audiences in mind
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The island of Viridian, the name deriving itself from how its perfect mix of emerald and soft blue waters reflect itself onto the large limestone cliff faces to create a viridian hue against them. Within the vibrant grassy gorges lays the small town of Viridian which may or may not be standing after the departure of the Kidd Pirates. But right now, the story is not concerned with that, instead the storyline settles with you and your time alone with Kidd.
The sea breeze wafted into your nose leaving you with a giddy smile, you had waited nearly over a month - since the last time you left land - to put into action the plan you devised with the help of Killer, a picnic !
However, was Kidd grumbling behind you while you walked with little skips integrated with your stride ? Yes. Did he secretly enjoy the bright look of joy on your face ? Also, yes.
While he always made a point to complain, you never let that effected your mood because you knew he was not the best at expressing himself in a vulnerable way so you learnt that with you it meant he was secretly enjoying it.
‘Would you stop that’, you scolded only making yourself look more adorable to Kidd, with your eyebrows all frowned and pouty lips.
‘Are we there yet ?’
‘Kidd we just started walking stop acting like a baby !’
‘But I am your baby’, you both froze at what Kidd said, you could tell with the fastening of his pace he was embarrassed, and you could just imagine the bright red face he had to match his eyes and hair.
Pretending you did not hear him to make himself feel better you continued on.
‘You’ve been all jittery and agitated since we last left land because you haven’t had time or the opportunity to torture or kill someone so I thought of a way to help alleviate some of the stress you might be feeling’, your eyes shining with excitement as you explained to Kidd what today’s trip meant.
‘Are you taking me to torture someone’, his eyes and voice matching your excitement.
‘Kidd no !’
‘Don’t tell me it is more than one person i get to torture ?’, his eyes glassed over with the thought of all the things he could do.
‘Wow torturing people is more important than spending time with your partner’, you grumbled shoving the basket into Kidd’s right hand and pretending to be hurt so he could comfort you.
Kidd shove the basket to his metal hand so he could get closer to you to press a soft affection kiss to your cheeks, ‘babe you know I was just joking, it’s good to finally get away from those stinky pirates and have alone time with you’, his voice going quieter and quieter with each passing word due to his ever-growing shyness.
You were ever so proud of how far Kidd had come in this relationship, a month ago he would be too sheepish to share that information but now he was becoming more comfortable with you to express his emotions. Yeah, you had known him since he and Killer were kids but he can still surprise you now.
‘I’m a pirate too ! Does that mean I am stinky ?’, you asked with a grin.
‘Yeah, but you stink nice, why to you think I keep your underwear’, Kidd responded going back to his cocky smirky self.
‘Oh my god, is that why they keep disappearing’, you let out a light airy laugh, smile lines appearing at the corners of your eyes.
At that moment Kidd’s insides turned into mush, hearing your laugh was like nothing he had ever heard before and even the same goes for your voice, it made you shine brighter than the sun, yet he could never look away and he felt as though you made him see the world in a way he didn’t before he had you or realised, he had you. The once grey palate of the world now shone with colours that never existed until you completely became his, the saturation of the world he now experienced with you because of you secretly made him feel like a blushing giggling schoolgirl.
‘Then stop wearing the colour red’, his voice dropping an octave at the lustful thought swimming around in his head.
‘Captain, take that back you know you’ll regret making me stop wearing your favourite colour’, you exclaimed while nudging him with your shoulder.
He stated firmly that he never regrets anything so to test that, you took off your red underwear and threw it over the cliff into the crashing waves below and it was safe to say he finally now had something to regret. Did he explicitly state that I regret it, sorry ? No but did he say i am going to have to send Wire to go search for it and get extra in case the same happens again ? Yes, it did not matter how he said it because at the end of the day you knew that’s what he meant. But he was amused nonetheless showing you a toothy grin that made you feel all fuzzy on the inside at the rare site.
‘I can’t believe you just made me do that’, pouting because you did not think this far ahead nor predict you would lose your underwear especially in this circumstance.
‘It is because you love me’, he gloated.
Love. neither of you had yet dared to utter those three words to each other, not because you didn’t but because it just did not feel right, what is the point of saying I love you when you did not mean it ? Yet, you felt a shiver go down your spine and your tummy coil with yearning.
‘Ha my arse you wish’.
‘Exactly, my arse’, he responded as his right hand went to give your butt a loud smack causing you to almost trip in surprise and glare back at his smug expression, his goggles casting a shadow over his eyes to shield you from the deep emotions that settled within them.
You kept journeying on, with Kidd occasionally grabbing you by your left arm and throwing you over his shoulder so you don’t get too enamoured by the water and fall of the cliffs edge and by too close it meant you being more than 10 meters away from the edge because you never know what might happen, maybe an earthquake that sends the cliff crumbling and smashes you into tiny pieces. In which you just rolled your eyes at his wild imagination.
‘There is a fault in your responds because didn’t you specially make me a belt that is interweaved with metal in case something happens to me, and you can drag me out of danger and to you ? Or do you not trust your abilities’.
‘Do not give me that attitude silly little one nor question my abilities and trustworthiness’, he responded while putting you and your victory face down.
‘But don’t get all proud and happy that you won this time’, he grumbled out while shoving the picnic basket into your hands.
You did not really know where you were going to situate yourself and Kidd to eat, you just kept petter pattering around until you found the ideal place and it paid off, you found some very old dark wooden possibly unstable stairs that led down to a cave entrance.
‘Are you going to kill me’, amusement making itself home in Kidd’s tone.
‘If I was, I would’ve done it while on top of you and accidentally squeeze my hand too hard, plus isn’t it too suspicious if I only took you and came back to the Victorian Punk alone’, you explained, like you had experience in taking people into caves to kill them.
Even without a devil fruit you were able to rival the power of the Supernova which often surprised new recruits when you had to round up Kidd when he got out of hand often without the assistance of Killer, hence the reason Kidd let you in his crew because even as a child he saw your potential and agency for freedom. And maybe because of the connection you had with Doruyanaika, a girl you’d always view as a hero for being the first person to beat up both Killer and Kidd.
The creaky old mahogany stairs led not only into the cave but through different passages of the cave were it sat above the water, the soft sounds of waves crashing emanating within the walls of the cavern. The cave was unlike anything you had seen before, there were vines with plum-coloured leaves wrapped around the rails of the stairs, the water was not like any normal water, instead it was lit up with speckles of cerulean coloured bioluminescent which almost mimicked the colour of a clear sky, delicate pink lily pads cruising along the surface with fish making ripples in the water. Calcite hung off the walls, shimmering almost the same hue as the water due to the light reflecting off the surface encouraging the cerulean colour to bounce off of the clear crystals lighting up the cave in the same way a lantern would.
Your eyes sparkled bright with excitement as you turn to Kid, ‘isn’t this the most beautiful thing you have ever seen’, you voice echoing off the cave walls.
With his usual disinterested tone he replied, ‘not really’.
You pushed your hair back in annoyance, ‘seriously ?’.
‘Yeah, I wake up with you by my side everyday babe’.
You were shocked that, that came out of his mouth, you almost turned into melted butter so slippery and messy no one would be able to put you back together. Your cheeks feeling like they were on overdrive about to burst into flames.
‘HA, I won. See I told you not to act all proud and happy that you won the last argument’, his deep, purple-coloured lips pulling up in a grin you wanted to wipe off.
‘Wow is this relationship really just one upping another ?’, you questioned as you crossed your arms ready to sulk.
His tone became soft, well for Kidd standards, ’love, I know we pull each other’s legs a lot’, his hand going to gently crease your face.
‘But I really meant it, having you by my side has meant everything, especially when you’re powerful, goddamn you’re hot when you fight me’, growling the last part of his sentence.
‘Kidddddd’, you whined as you turn to softly place a kiss on his hand that was brushing your face.
‘What ?’, his gruff voice making its comeback.
You look down at your feet feeling an overwhelming sense of shyness, something relatively new to you, ‘when you act like a big soft bear you make me feel like my hearts gonna explode’.
‘You are as strong as me and you’re gonna let something like that kill you and do not ever refer to me as that horrendous name again.’
‘I’m gonna say that in front of the crew my big soft bear’.
‘You wouldn’t dare’, his voice getting dangerously low and if you weren’t well, you, you’d see it as threatening.
‘OH, I wou-‘, you unfortunately were not able to continue as before you knew it Kidd’s flesh hand had made it to your side to tickle you and throw you over his shoulder, but not before he took the basket out of your hand with his metal one.
‘Another point to you’, you grumbled against his fur covered back earning yourself a deep chuckle from Kidd along with another slap on your arse.
Kidd had noticed sunlight coming in from the other side of the cave in which you both decided it was a good idea to follow to see if you could possibly find a beach to eat on that was not just huge cliffs.
At the opening of the cave, Kidd abruptly stopped along with his breathing which you almost missed, ‘wow’, his voice breathy in awe.
‘What, what is it ?’, manoeuvring your body to try and get off him.
‘Patience love and buckle up, you’re gonna love this’, Kidd’s grip tightening on you.
Finally, he stepped out into the light causing your eyes to flutter shut due to the intensity. However, once your eye’s adjusted Kidd was right you were absolutely in love with this view, the sand was reminiscent of charcoal and the limestone all around you had marbling of black, white and grey in its stone. The colour of the water ever so vibrant and opaque compared to the more translucent waters at the dock due to the black underlay that harboured itself at the current beach you were on.
Eventually Kidd dropped you down back onto your feet to find yourselves a place to settle on the beach.
Unrolling the red throw blanket that you made for Kidd’s birthday that had smoke like embroidered swirls of a deep wine that reminded you of his lips and black onto the sandy floor. Once seated you took all the food out to perfectly arrange the colourful dishes and foods in a way to avoid the colours from clashing with each other, otherwise it would make you uneasy when eating.
Kidd always noticed how you arranged your food specifically when eating out with the crew, even though some people may have viewed it as unnecessary he held it close to his heart because to him it illustrated that you cared, you looked after everyone when you didn’t have to, you considered his crew, his family as an extension of yours. You accepted him, he did not know why he was surprised at this despite knowing you since you both were children, but it knocked the air out of his lungs and his eyes unable to focus on anything but your gorgeous face he has always held dearly and closely to himself. The small things you did for him affected him in ways he never showed, and he hated that he acted that way, he hated that maybe you did not feel his love due to his constant emotional constipation, that maybe you thought you were not doing enough for him. But god, you were better than he ever deserved and he was willing to spend every day every night working on himself to finally be the man you deserved and more.
You heard a soft call of your name, one that you almost missed, ‘Kidd?’, you replied reaching out to place your hand on one of his legs.
Showing you one of his rare smiles, he grabbed your hand that rested on his leg to bring it up to his lip so he could brush them across your knuckles, ‘thank you for today, I really mean it and I hope it shows but if it doesn’t please tell me I want this to work, I don’t think I could live with myself if I found out my actions made you feel lonely and isolated, I don’t want us to lose our relationship let alone our many years of friendship because of me being a cunt’.
Shifting yourself so you could nestle into Kidd’s lap, you turned to him your eyes full of love and admiration ‘Kidd I know you’re emotionally constipated it is fine, I understand after all, we are childhood friends I have learnt to read what your silly little moods and comments really mean’.
You rested your head against his chest and sealed your sentence with a kiss on his scarred chest. He did not respond however with his metal hand he pulled your head tight against his chest, the coldness sending shivers down your spine while his other hand found its way into your hair. With the light thudding of Kidd’s heart along with the harsh crashes of the waves it slowly lulled you away from reality into the depths of your mind, your eyes flickering shut.
You never thought you could bag this big grumpy brute, a crush that would become nothing more than a mere dream you believed. You had watched him leave taverns with a hand in his while you did the same ignoring the ache in your heart. You watched him boast about his conquests and how quick he could make them cum causing you to look down at your feet. Yet, you never noticed the jealousy in his tone when he asked about people you slept with or the sneer when he said he could do you better than them.
You brushed off his flirting and chalked it up to him just making fun of you.
Kid brushed off your flirting and chalked it up to being one of the only men around you.
Yet you both had been blinded to how the other would watch the other as they left with a partner for the night. How their stares would linger on the hickeys that decorated the others body. How one of you would stay longer than needed on top of the other to catch your breath after fighting in order to relish the feeling of your bodies being so close together. Or how both of you seemed happier in the others presence.
Now within a few months of being together you were seen as the Worst Generation’s power couple.
A sudden urge flooded through you causing you to open your eyes and shift positions to straddle him. Your eyes met his with fiery hot passion, your lips leaning up to his and his down to yours to meet in the middle, your hand going to cup the back of his head. The kiss was filled with emotions that none of you believed were ready to confront, his lips leaving you with the after taste of salt reminding you that you were still on the beach. Your hand slipped under the strap of his goggles to take them making you pull back and giggle as you tightened the way too big goggles to fit your head. Kidd watched you with an expression that is so familiar yet foreign as he laid down on the throw to admire the view of your beautiful smiling face wearing HIS goggles.
Now with the goggles gone you could see his eyes more clearly than ever. Everything felt like it was crashing into you as you had the realisation that now you were finally able to understand how you felt for Kidd and how he felt for you, you never knew something of this magnitude would occur like this all at once like a tidal wave. Yet, it was comforting, not overwhelming because for the first time in forever you felt complete, free and content because at the end of the day he was your home and you were his.
You lent down taking a deep breath in, your lips barely brushing his, your voice scarcely above a whisper, your nerves going into overdrive, ‘I love you’. Your sweet velvety voice sent shivers down Kidd’s spine, his heart racing like he just did Killers weights at your confession, with the biggest dopiest grin he captured your lips one final time before nipping your earlobe and huskily whispering an I love you too baby.
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have i read all of op ?? No !! but I'm i obsessed with Kidd and have the only fanfics I've read the past few weeks been him ?? maybe
i just thought maybe we need a more cutie patootie fanfics of Kidd bc I reckon babygirl is definitely a softy esp when it comes to someone he cares about
and as always have an awesome saucesome day/night and feedback is strongly encouraged（づ￣3￣）づ╭❤～
#fluff#eustass kid#eustass kidd#eustass x reader#kidd x reader#friends to lovers#one piece x reader#eustass captain kid#kidd pirates#established couple#eustass kid x reader#anime#manga#gender neutral pronouns#one piece
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Your ask box is always full of bullshit, so I’m going to share my bullshit with you.
Love is:
Having a huge fight with your partner about the fact that you had a terrible day at work and they came home equally as pissed.
You spent a couple hours apart, even trying to sleep in separate rooms.
Then they come to you and tearfully apologize for being a tit while asking you to come to bed.
It’s not the fights that matter… it’s the way you can so easily make up.
🥹
This gives me such intense CI Clexa vibes I'm breathless
Mini snippet?
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You're coming home from a very long day. Been up since 5am and haven't stopped once since your feet hit the very expensive little rug you keep next to your side of the bed to cushion your knees whenever you push Clarke down and bow to her, if you will...
Except you'd had no time for anything that fun that morning, much less any second of the day after because it'd been one meeting after the next. Putting out one corporate fire after the next. Kissing so much concerned stakeholder ass that it was no wonder you'd completely forgotten to even eat lunch. You're pissed and you're exhausted and you're in no mood for anything other than inhaling whatever the cook made for dinner and then draping yourself dramatically across your bed.
Except
Here comes Clarke.
Your beautiful, sensual, exquisite wife.
Hurling a thousand questions at you in rapid fire succession.
Demanding why you aren't also responding to each color swatch as though these are the most important decisions of your life.
Like you should have known to activate some magical energy reserve for when you got home because Clarke was on a deadline for the gallery fundraiser. Like somehow, because you could not give less of a shit in this exact moment if that certain shade of teal looks tacky with the gallery's signature royal purple, that means you do not respect your wife's work.
It— She— You—.... It does not go well.
A decent sized yelling match and a few slammed doors later, you find yourself alone in the bedroom, staring at your tear-brimmed eyes in the vanity mirror right where she had left you with a very thoughtful goodnight wish for you to "go fuck yourself, Lexa" before she'd dismissed herself to the guest suite for the night.
The following hour and.... seven minutes, you count as the number flips from where you lay watching your clock from the dark and loneliness of your too-big bed, are miserable. You regret every word, even if you did kind of mean them at the time. You know you could've been gentler.... maybe. You are just tired and so frazzled with everything going on at work. But you should've done better. Wasn't that what you'd both promised. Should've just pushed through and looked things over with Clarke. Taken the time to explain that of course you care, darling, and that no of course none of it was stupid. It was flattering to know your wife valued your opinion to begin with, right? You should've made that clear. Made plans to go over it over breakfast.
It's a restless hour and... eight minutes now that have you sitting up in bed, dragging your tired bones over to grab your robe with a mental note to set an alarm to call in late to work in the morning, at the exact same time your bedroom door creaks open and that wonderful head of blonde pops in. Red and puffy eyes searching for you in the darkness, frowning at the empty bed, before finding you frozen and halfway toward the door. A sniffle is her only announcement as Clarke walks over and just wraps her arms around your waist. Buries her head in your neck.
"I hate that guest suite."
Skin raising in goosebumps from where she soothingly scratches her nails down your back, you hum an acknowledgment and hold her right back. "Well... You did design it to make people not want to stay too terribly long," you reasons with a stroke of fingers through Clarke's hair. They're sopping wet and ice cold. Which means she'd been crying in the shower for the last hour until all the hot water ran out. "I'm sorry, darling."
Clarke shakes her head. Probably half wipes her nose on your sleep shirt, because she is a barbarian. Yo can't really bring yourself to care. "I was a dick," she says in a muffle of lips against your neck. "I saw how tired you were, and I kept pushing, because I'm nervous about this... But, I don't want anyone to know I'm nervous about it. And if you hated everything, then I knew—"
You know how incredibly hard that is for Clarke to admit. Because it's just as equally hard for you at times. Not the part about valuing each other's input, but about needing or wanting it at all to begin with. It's about doubting herself and her decisions when so much of her life is spent acting and believing that she doesn't need anything from anyone because she's entirely in control of it all.
She's Clarke Goddamn Griffin. Fuck everyone and their opinion.
Except you...
You've always been able to intimately relate to that feeling.
So her bristling reaction to your indifference, her sandpapered words and immediate serrated retorts, it all makes perfect sense now. Neither of you are entirely innocent here, and neither of you are entirely at fault.
Kissing her always makes Clarke feel better.
Taking a few minutes to blow dry her hair makes her feel pampered and cared for, even if she does hate any insinuation of being a princess.
Letting her undress you and tuck you under the sheets just to mold herself to your body with a whisper for you to go to sleep makes her feel in control of her life once again. Because despite all her hard edges, and her brashness, and her passionate anger, your wife likes feeling like she takes care of you.
Like you need her there just to fall asleep after a hard day battling the world.
And she's right, you very much do.
#anon#cruel intentions au#idk how to feel about that first sentence anon 🤨#I'd say it's a solid 70/30 in the right direction
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