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ventisettestars · 4 months

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Happy New Year! This is a fic/art combo for @46-reasonable-hamsters in the 2023 Holiday Truce. The prompts were fun but I adored this one. The art is at the end. I hope you enjoy!

Summary: Danny needs adult supervision while his parents are out of town.

wc: 1.2k

Tags: Badger Cereal, Maddie the Cat, it's all fluff, no beta

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"Daniel." Vlad looked down at Danny from the doorway of his Amity Park mansion, making note of the suitcase beside the boy.

"Hey. So my parents called you a bunch, and Dad said he left a message so that was as good as you agreeing to this." Danny pointed a thumb to indicate the GAV behind him, his father giving them both a thumbs up as Vlad made eye contact.

"Ah, yes, how could I, as his best friend, turn down a sudden request." Vlad's voice was dry. He'd listened to the messages, and hadn't responded back for a reason. They were going to a convention and didn't want to bring Danny along. Too dangerous or something?

"Yeah, you must have been just soooo busy you forgot to call him back."

"Your father is a fool." Vlad scoffed.

"Watch it. Anyway, if we just make it look like all is good, I can just fly back home once they are out of view and they won't know a thing."

"That isn't a bad plan." Vlad waved to Danny's parents, who then began to speed off. "Though seeing as it's the holiday week, you're welcome to stay and enjoy some real food. I'm having some things catered throughout the week as well."

Danny raised a brow. "This isn't some weird 'show me true holiday' scheme to make me want to be your son again?"

"No, if that is the outcome, I wouldn't dislike it. But it is not the plan. Simply, just a lousy time of year to spend alone. Shall we call it Truce early?"

Danny seemed to ponder a bit. "I guess as long as you don't try to force actual holiday cheer at me, warm meals would be a perk."

"Splendid." Vlad grabbed Danny's suitcase telekinetically and had it follow the both of them inside.

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The room Vlad led Danny to was weirdly plain. A normal guest room with a TV and balcony facing away from the city with a rather nice view of the sky.

"The room faces the sunrise, so I'd suggest closing the curtains if you don't want the sun in your eyes first thing in the morning." Vlad set down the suitcase near the wardrobe. "My room is directly below this one if you need anything."

"You didn't take the top floor with the best view?" Danny walked over to check out the view.

"It was originally, but I grew tired of having to go one more floor up each night."

Danny let out a little snort. "That's super lazy of you when we can both fly."

"I'll admit it's partially to do with the lady I employ growing older as well. I'll introduce you to her when she comes in the next few days."

"Huh, Okay." Danny didn't expect that from Vlad.

"I'll leave you to it. You know where the Kitchen is, so help yourself to anything."

Danny watched as Vlad left. It made him suspicious on how non-confrontational Vlad was being, but he settled into the room and started sending messages to his friends.

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A few nights into Danny's stay, things continued to go smoothly. Vlad left Danny to his own devices most the time, only interaction around meals or a few times when Danny was bored.

Most the time Danny spent playing with Maddie the Cat, or checking out Vlad's lab since quote 'I've nothing in the lab you haven't seen before while we fought'.

Danny wouldn't admit it was nice to be able to move around without having to keep an eye open for ghost traps at all hours of the day.

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"Aw, hey there Maddie, whatcha got there?"

The cat merped from where she rolled in her tangle of yarn. Danny took the thread of yarn from her by phasing her out of it, starting to ball it best he could. It was longer still and trailed up the staircase. He followed it to one of the many rooms that Vlad had on the second floor.

Looking into the room was a given. Danny looked in confusion as he was greeted by a wall of yarn. Shelves contained a well organized gradient of yarn. Vlad sat at a desk with his laptop in front of him, a pair of knitting needles with half a scarf floated next to him.

The two half ghosts stared at each other, the only sound in the room was the clicking of the needles followed by Maddie jumping onto Vlad's lap.

Danny's eyes drifted to the striped scarf, that matched the sweater that Danny had assumed Vlad bought, but no. It was the same colors, and not that Danny knew anything about producing sweaters, he's sat through enough of Sam's gripping about matching all the shades of black.

"Ah, Maddie had this." Danny held up the yarn he collected on his way to the room.

"I was wondering why it'd gotten so quiet."

"So, you knit?"

Vlad sighed and pointed to the other chair in the room. Danny took it and got comfy, yarn still in hand.

"I do. It started as a means to control something telepathically while distracted. The lady next to me in the hospital back when- Well she would be knitting while doing just about anything but eating to keep her hands from going stiff."

"So you do it with your mind? Doesn't seem the same."

"No, but at the time I needed something to help fine tune my control. It was only one of the things I did, mind you."

"But you kept at it cause you liked it?"

"Indeed." Vlad barely even glanced at his work as he switched colors.

"What other things did you do?"

"It was before I made my fortune, so small things. Cleaned, dishes, puzzles-those were the worst cause I needed to have a visual most times- sometimes folded clothes. Once I'd even tried to use telekinesis to pick up the floor rather than vacuum."

Danny laughed. "How'd that end up going?"

"Terribly. I just made the floor intangible so that the dirt would go into the apartment below me."

Danny laughed. "That's evil."

"Well, they vacuumed at 6 in the morning, so they deserved it." Vlad followed Danny's gaze to his knitting. "Would you like to try it?"

"Wha-"

"You can even use the yarn that Maddie summoned you here with."

"I guess it couldn't hurt to try."

5 minutes later Danny was about to stab someone with the needles. "How do you like this?"

Vlad tsked. "You've hardly even started. I never took you for a quitter."

"I'm not quitting." Danny bristled. "It's just so- It looks ugly."

"It's because you're just learning. You're good enough with your powers this should be cake walk."

"You say that, but I just throw things."

"Then this is good practice. Developing fine motor skills has no downsides."

"Fine. I'll finish this damn scarf. It's gunna be for your cat."

"Ah, nice and small then. She will love it."

Danny growled and put all his focus back into making the needles move.

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The prompt was: Someone stumbles across Vlad practicing his ‘hidden’ hobby—knitting.

And I just couldn't get the idea of that being the one thing Danny would end up letting Vlad mentor him in.

#danny phantom #dp #holiday truce 2023 #my fic #my art #draws #phandom truce 2023

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khaleesiofalicante · 8 months

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This fandom made me hate Magnus Bane. And it made me despise the ship as well.

I used to really enjoy it, but its fans are so biased and partial and unbalanced.

Magnus Bane is an annoying Mary Sue, especially in fandom work. Talking about the ship, in fandom works it seems always that Magnus is making Alec a favour being with him because Magnus is just so better at everything and Alec is just so undeserving of his love it’s a miracle Magnus even looks at him. And when they fight Magnus is right and Alec has to apologize. And when they breakup Magnus finds another partner and Alec sulks. And for their kids Magnus is the best and most amazing parent ever and Alec is the one that makes everything work but he’s just not as cool.

A fic sounds genuine and even nice to read and then there are quotes from the kids like “yeah, Alec was cool, but Magnus... everyone loved Magnus” or “everybody knew Alec was so lucky to have Magnus Bane as a husband” or anything really that makes the reader think that Magnus is just above Alec, trust me it is sooooo common, and I close it because my blood boils and I’m at this point exhausted of this unjustified and biased worship.

I liked the character. I genuinely used to enjoy it. Now I hope that in the following series in canon he will fuck up and people will leave him miserable and alone because I am so tired of everyone thinking his farts look like glitter and smell like lilies.

I want a ton of fics were Alec is just better and more lovable and known as objectively cooler and everyone acknowledges he is more intelligent and prettier and more deserving and he is doing Magnus a favour being with him because no one understands what Alec Lightwood finds in that “dude”. And I want a ton of them because there is a ton of the opposite and it made me want to make a character I enjoyed disappear from the face of the earth.

It would just be fair.

Ugh, I hate Magnus Bane so much. And it’s this fandom’s fault.

I was so so so tempted to write an ironic fic to "cater to your needs" but I decided against it because I didn't want to waste my time or my words.

This is, with all due respect, the most ridiculous ask I've ever gotten.

Your feelings about Magnus are not the fandom's fault. Yes, there is hate and bias in the fandom - but how you deal with it is entirely your responsibility.

If writers portray Alec as someone who 'worships' Magnus, it is because Alec does worship Magnus. Anyone who says otherwise hasn't read the books and doesn't understand Alec's character.

If you don't like the way Magnus (or Alec) is written in the fics, then don't read those fics. It's as simple as that.

For the record, Alec is good and loveable and so fucking cool. Maybe he is not all that for your standards.

I genuinely will never understand people who claim to love Alec and want Magnus to suffer because loving Alec means protecting Magnus.

If you are unsatisfied with the work in the fandom, write your own shit. Although based on what you explained and how you wanted Magnus portrayed, I'm not sure even Alec would read it.

#what even the fuck is this tbh???#like i know some of yall are stupid but sending this to me?? out of all people???#smh some of yall need to get a life #malec

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pastafossa · 1 year

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Don’t you think you’re being dramatic? I just saw your post about the “plagiarist”, there was one line of plagiarised dialogue.. The other thing looked completely unintentional and coincidental. Do you *own* a medical product smelling like honey? I enjoy reading TRT and your other works but this seems a little intense..? Sending fans and friends to harass someone over one line of dialogue.. yikes.

Not particularly. Why you use quotes for 'plagiarist' I'm not sure of, since you admit they plagiarized dialogue. I'd honestly have completely written off the honey as a coincidence if that dialogue line hadn't been stolen, and there are plenty of fics around the fandom and ship I'm fine with even if there are some some similarities like that. But when you add in the stolen dialogue it's a lot more suspicious, especially when the honey elements are happening in the exact same way the last plagiarist took details from my fic.

Maybe it is intense. I don't know. I know I hate having to post about it. I know I hate having to run this gauntlet with my anxiety. I know I'm very careful even when discussing divisive fandom shit to not do anything that might get someone a mob of people sent after them, which is why outside plagiarism stuff I keep my blog pretty drama free. I know I get a sick feeling in my stomach when I wake up, again, to asks in my box and messages from friends telling me they found another fic that's plagiarized my stuff. I know I don't like any of this and all I want to do is write, and yet I'm having to deal with this again. Cause if you've been around my blog and following TRT then you know I've had my stuff plagiarized multiple times, including by a repeat plagiarist who stole not just dialogue and characters but also literal elements of my life (a person who has refused to leave me alone, and also refused to take their stuff down until other people pressured them to). Even before that, TRT has been plagiarized multiple times and I've had to get Wattpad and AO3 involved when my requests for takedown were either ignored or waved off using the exact phrase this last person did - 'I didn't think it was a big deal'. I've never once been able to get anyone to take their stuff down until others got involved. I've also tried leaving it alone, and it always escalates. In the past when I tried to talk privately, I've been repeatedly ignored or had it minimized. I am tired. So yeah, I did the only thing I've found that works when I know there's plagiarism and I don't want it to keep happening or escalating - I asked for pressure without hate comments to get the content to come down, because at this point I've had to do this three times in about three months and I'm kinda at the end of my rope. Because it's not just one line of dialogue, even though that would be enough - even though no amount of plagiarism is ok. But it's also about this time, and the last time, and the time before that, and before and before and before. This is a pattern of people thinking this is ok, thinking it's not a big deal to take unique dialogue or characters or backstories that fic writers are already trying to give everyone for free. And I really, really don't think it's too much to ask that other fic writers respect that.

I literally just want it to stop.

#fanfic plagiarism #on plagiarism #ask response #it's not *just* this line it's all of it over and over and over again #as i have repeatedly tried to deal with people plagiarizing and had very limited success #every time i've tried to respond gently or quietly i've been flipped the bird #and when i've left it alone or ignored it they just kept taking more and more #even the Big Plagiarist started with little pieces when I glanced over her blog before she escalated #so yeah i used The Big Button to get it taken down #if hate mail is getting sent i'll absolutely edit the post to make it even more clear that's not what i want #but it's not ok to plagiarize like this #and if my dialogue was taken i know there are likely other lines taken too #and i'm hopeful that with all of this that it won't happen again

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rogue-durin-16 · 2 years

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ROGUE-DURIN-16 PROMPT LIST FOR REQUESTS

Disclaimer: you don't have to use these ones specifically, you can send your own prompts and scenarios too. Also, feel free to reblog if you're a writer.

GUIDELINES:

Write down the prompt numbers and/or letters (up to 3)

Write down the character(s) you want in the fic

Choose the fic genre

Specify the reader's pronouns

Optional:

Add a more information on the plot if you want

Specify who's saying which quote

DIALOGUE PROMPTS:

"Hey, you're bleeding!" "Oh my god— really? I didn't fucking notice!"

"Please get up."

"I like you." "Don't do that to yourself."

"Quick— kiss me!"

"Your lips are getting really close to mine."

"My family thinks we're dating."

"We have a problem." "No— you have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps getting in trouble."

"Please, don't let go of my hand. I'm scared."

"Dance with me?" "There's no music." "We'll hum."

"You look like you could use a hug." "Now, that's embarrassing."

"If I don't get coffee soon, someone's gonna die." "I'm 'someone', am I not?"

"How's the day going?" "Well, no one died." "Those are your standards?"

"Don't you dare walk away."

"I'm trying to have a serious conversation!" "And I'm trying to avoid it!"

"Now that I made it weird, I'm gonna leave."

"I don't like saying 'I told you so' but—" "the hell you don't, it's your favorite phrase."

"Are you sure I can't break his nose?" "Depends. Do you wanna get court-martialed?"

"Ten bucks says you don't make it to the door before passing out."

"I've lost the will to fight."

"I'm sorry I didn't say anything that night."

"Come here." "Why?" "Just come here." "No, you're gonna hit me."

"Shut up." "Make me."

"You know we're meant to be." "Yeah, six feet apart at all times."

"I'm gonna marry you someday."

Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?"

"It was just a joke." "It wasn't funny!"

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?"

"Yes, I have feelings for you. Moving on..."

"Were you dropped on your head as a kid?" "As a matter of fact, yes."

"Rumor has it, I make you nervous."

"I can't get up." "I'll carry you."

"we should cuddle— platonically, of course."

"are you crying?" "... No." "Wow, that sounded so convincing."

"Look at me— you're gonna be okay."

"You have a heart of gold." "But that's not enough for you, is it?"

"Are you asleep yet?" "..." "I love you."

"I've actually practiced this." "Asking me out?" "Yes."

"I'm not easy to love." "Who told you that?"

"You're so adorable." "And you're ruining my reputation. Stop."

"We're just friends." "Oh, c'mon! the only ones who buy that are you, Y/n, and that poor idiot they're dating."

"I have a solution." "Thank goodness." "It involves fire." "Absolutely not."

"Don't you trust me?" "Uh, yeah, with my life, not with my hair!"

"If you ask me, I'd say we deserve a happy ending."

"Can you please keep stroking my hair?"

"We'll get through this. Together."

"You're like a sister/brother to me." "What a sweet way of breaking my heart."

"We could've died!" "Yeah but we didn't." "No thanks to you."

"I don't think I'll ever be ready to lose you."

"What if we kissed?"

"Maybe making out for a few minutes would help us figure things up."

"Oh, you're still alive." "Don't sound so disappointed, I might think you don't like me."

"How long have you been standing there?" "Longer than you'd like."

"I remember kissing you. Why do I remember kissing you?"

"Go to hell." "And leave you here all alone?"

"You feelin' alright?" "Peachy!" *passes out*

"I'm happy with them." "That's not fair!" "Why?" "'Cause I loved you first!"

"You're very pretty." "And you're very drunk."

SITUATION PROMPTS:

A. One falls asleep on the other's shoulder.

B. First kiss.

C. Last kiss.

D. Cooking together.

E. The reader gets hurt.

F. The character gets hurt.

G. They're stranded (alone or with more people).

H. A breaks down, B comforts them.

I. A fixes up B after B gets into a fight.

J. Drunkenly confessing their feelings.

K. Heated argument leads to a kiss/confession.

L. First date.

M. Fake date.

N. Trying to keep each other warm.

O. A is drunk and B takes care of them.

P. Dealing with a friend's death.

Q. A asks B for a dance.

R. Bumping into each other after a long time.

S. The character realizes they're falling in love with the reader (or viceversa)

T. Starcrossed lovers.

FIC GENRES:

Fluff

Angst

Angst-fluff

Hurt/comfort

Friends to lovers

Rivals to lovers

Lovers to friends

Unrequited love

Mutual pinning

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Band Of Brothers: @sparkycorleone @chubbypotatoepie @tvserie-s-world @clumsy-wonderland @lordndsaviorwinters

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa @just-here-to-escape-from-reality @comfort-reads

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chaoticgardenbread · 1 year

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Writing Questions Tag Game!

Tagged by @mischief-and-tea-by-the-sea - thank you for the tag! <3

What is your absolute all-time favourite idea you’ve ever had?

Erm, well. I don't think I have a favorite idea per se, because my longest fic is only at 25k words; so obviously, the plot itself isn't too extensive. For me, favorites are probably about how successfully those ideas translate into words, and how the process and result makes me feel.

Is there a question you’ve been asked in the past that really stands out to you and you still think about sometimes?

Hmm, I don't get questions about writing itself, but once or twice, I had people drop questions about the plot, and although I don't consciously think about those questions, I think they're kinda there in my subconscious, and it does help me pick out parts that might've benefited from being expanded/elaborated on. So really, ask away! <3

What is your favourite part of being a writer? What parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part of being a writer is about creating. I will admit that I sometimes have problems expressing myself irl- because I tend to only really open up to the people who really know me (and even that is a challenge sometimes). So to me, being a writer is being able to really express myself, as well as offer a peek into the jumbled pieces that make up my mind.

I'd definitely take all the friends I've made, including anyone who's bothered to follow me here, and anyone who has ever bothered to leave a comment on one of my fics. On the flipside, I could really do away with writer's block and being unmotivated about writing.

What is your greatest motivation to write/create?

Undoubtedly, my love for my ships. It's a double-edged sword as I tend to hyperfixate on a single ship and then I have problems finding enough food, which drives me to create some of my own- but I suppose that whole process helps me grow as a creator.

What do you wish you knew when you were first starting out writing?

Given that my first attempts were actually something that didn't spark joy for me and I never actually finished those drafts, I guess I wish I knew earlier that putting myself out there and sharing what I love is always gonna be okay, even if the attempts aren't that great. I can only keep getting better, after all.

What is your favourite story you’ve written TO COMPLETION? Link it if you’d like and can!

Help. I hate picking favorites, but hey, VanDieter is special to me and so is A series of firsts.

What is your favourite out-of-the-box quote?

A favorite quote? That I've written? I can't honestly be expected to remember all my quotes! But this question had me reminiscing, so here's one:

I think I love him.

That’s a lie and Wanda knows it.

Peter knows he loves Logan.

He’s fearless and he’s unapologetic and he’s all his . (The universe called it.)

“Shut up and kiss me already,” he demands.

Logan complies, laughing fondly.

Which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? Why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

I'm guessing that this is for the characters that I've written for, so I'd have to go with Loki. To me, Loki is controversial because he's constantly struggling with his ideals. On one hand, he's all about self-love- taking what he pleases when he pleases, a staunch believer of his methods and mindset that he constantly reinforces to himself; like how his family isn't really his family and he doesn't need them. He proves that by showing he's much better off alone, and power is the only thing that matters-- and then there's this desperate need and want for everything he's dismissed as unimportant, which, yeah, well. It's a balance because Loki doesn't allow himself to acknowledge what he really wants (most times), even if it's to himself, because why bother when it's detrimental to himself, right? I mean, I can't fault him for his ideals (I just think Loki needs to keep better company).

If you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

That's... Less than two years ago, if you count from when I posted my first fic. But I suppose my younger self would be impressed by how focused I've been in churning out stories, love what I've done, and hope that I'll keep going :D

#writer tag game #writing questions

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firein-thesky · 1 year

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oh god I tried in every way to reblog the newest godmaker chapter and leave some nice tags, but tumblr just doesn't let me ;u; so I guess I'll send this message instead bc I have to let you know that you put out a hit on me in the form of this chapter.

there's something so magnetic about getou in this fic, how is it that he barely appears but it makes me crazy when he does?? you're sooo good at writing him it's insane!! but that doesn't mean I'm not totally here for readers and gojo's relationship. I just love toxic relationships sooo much and the way they're so possessive of each other?? that's the good shit. bc toxic doesn't always have to mean bad I guess? idk they kinda remind me of this quote from one of my favorite books, deathless

"A marriage is a private thing. It has its own wild laws, and secret histories, and savage acts, and what passes between married people is incomprehensible to outsiders. We look terrible to you, and severe, and you see our blood flying, but what we carry between us is hard-won, and we made it just as we wished it to be, just the color, just the shape."

idk if this makes sense and idk where this story is going to go but yeah, her and gojo remind me of this.

and then we get to this part after the wedding and??? ummm??? why did I relate a little too much with reader how she feels about intimacy and pleasure?? I had to take several breaks reading this part.

gojo making her vow to put megumi and tsumiki first had me in awe!! I thought she was gonna weasel her way out again but nope, this really happened. I sure hope nothing is going to come of it :'))) even if she says there is no future where she would have to choose, I have a theory that at some point something might happen that is not supposed to in the version of the future she has created and she's going to freak. but that's just my theory!!

about songs, I can also be really meticulous about my playlists, and I think every you every me from placebo is a super fitting song for reader and gojo

"All alone in space and time, there's nothing here but what here's mine

Something borrowed, something blue

Every me and every you"

I'm super excited for the next parts, thanks so much for writing this cielo!!

first of all tumblr the worst especially for big huge chapters like the previous ones....i had a feeling it would crash on ppl 💔 but gosh THANK YOU for coming to my ask box and leaving your thoughts anyways?? for taking the time to do that?? it is so greatly appreciated 💕

getou is my siren song. i can't write him into any fics he WILL take the spotlight it is so horrible of him. he belongs isolated in his own fics. honestly i could write extensively ab godmaker!reader and getou and their relationship. but its not ab them!!

okay also i have indeed read deathless but it was awhile ago so i don't remember that particular quote but it certainly fits! Marriage is so. strange indeed. i have many thoughts on it. but that is exactly what i was sorta going for with gojo and the reader! i think they certainly are the only two that can understand each other in this way. i don't think anyone else in the world could.

and listen FELT. intimacy is HARD. idk. i really wanted this reader to Not be in control for once. or not feel in control for once. i wanted to strip this reader a little. and intimacy tends to do that! intimacy is certainly something to Wrestle With.

i cannot speak to your theory much without revealing anything! i will say. i think gojo's interlude will reveal a touch more about what he's been up to. what he thinks. i will not say anything else!! 🤐

also!! this song!!! gosh the lyrics are SOOOO fitting for them. absolutely the idea of like...this is already so bad. you can't change this now. also i think with those two, there was never much of a chance at normalcy. those lyrics you highlighted especially!! it just fits so well!! thank you for this song rec friend!!

i'm excited to share the next parts!! thank you so so much again for reading and taking the time to come share your thoughts!! it means a lot to me!! 💕

#god i love hearing your guys songs for this fic and in general like its so fun #its so fun to see where others minds go to something from your mind you know #that seems like a stoner thought but genuinely it makes me so happy #like HUMAN CONNECTION!#ya know?#anyways #thank you again!!!#i hope your week is going well!#cielo chats!

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adamsvanrhijn · 2 years

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I absolutely understand Guy fans being upset at bad behaviour, but they seem to conveniently forget that Barris fans are experiencing the same. My dash is relatively drama-free compared to some of my friends, but I had to unfollow somebody and filter some content to try and avoid reading something I'd rather not, even just in case. And I'm also frustrated by those playing victims while being perpetrators, because I've seen a couple of fans preach about leaving people alone, and then go out of their way to make unnecessary negative comments on new and old Barris posts. You can't keep saying "let's not be nasty to each other" and then make comments here and there that will do nothing but foment ship wars. Or if you really want to have it out with somebody, go after those posts which deserve it, not after those posts that are perfectly harmless or do not even refer to DA2 or GD at all. I'm almost afraid to post anything atm because I'd rather not be singled out, as I have already received a pointless passive-aggressive comment on a post which was completely respectful. Of course I know that I can block if I need to, but all this is making my anxiety spike :(

i can't tell how much if any of this is @ me so i'm just going to answer it in good faith!! (and this is. not at you but: i certainly do not consider myself A Guy Fan at all lol he's just. a guy! richard ellis has my heart <3 there's a reason i wrote fic about him within 11 hours of seeing the movie <3 but that doesn't mean it's ok to spout homophobia about gay sex practices or to bring up and denigrate real-life gay men. nothing makes either of those things okay and i will die on that hill.)

imo there is quote-unquote bad behavior on all sides - i am not exposed to a lot of it, intentionally, like i still have a lot of stuff blacklisted and i blocked/filtered usernames before even seeing the movie when i was avoiding spoilers but somehow not avoiding rampant homophobia. i'm sorry this has been your experience and i would just say to yeah like. keep using the blacklist ykwim. figure out who your friends are.

i'm obviously like, a bitch on the internet sometimes <3 a lot of the time <3 but people actually. commenting on posts with mean stuff is not called for behavior basically ever imo. comment on your own blog! keep it to private conversations where everyone involved already shares the same opinion! do not go out of your way to be mean to A Person directly. which. i have definitely noticed "everyone should just get along!" language from people acting as instigators publicly or in public forums.

the whole thing is just a mess and i'm fairly shocked honestly, i have been generally engaging with all of this in a purposefully flippant and nonserious fashion (as is my wont) but from what i have seen and heard My Experience Is Not Universal.

i hope things calm down for you soon anon!!

#downton abbey spoilers #da spoilers #downton abbey a new era spoilers #da a new era spoilers #a new era spoilers #da 2 spoilers #da2 spoilers

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hawkstincan · 1 year

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for the ship bingo - Coldflash, Coldwave, and/or Coldflashwave

Sorry it took me quite some time. My head is a mess and I hope my rambling make sense.

COLDFLASH

Coldflash suddenly walked into my life one day and just… never left.

I heard that Arrowverse's shows were piles of burning shit, “never watch any of them”, “arrow started good but”, “the flash is soo dumb”. And I just shrugged and proceeded with my life. Until I stumbled on coldflash. I think it was a fic? Maybe a crossover because I rarely read unfamiliar fandoms.

The next thing I remember was binge watching Arrow, The Flash, Supergirl and Legends. One can’t just watch one show, okay? I watched it all, cried for Len’s unfair ending and went to go through the whole ship tag xD (which I did. i may have started before i finished my catch up with the shows but who cares?)

Aside from my fixation, coldflash just works magic for me. It has everything I love about pairings. Chemistry? Check. Ability to work together? Check. Banter? Check. Same core values? Check. Age gap? Check. Sunshine and emotionally constipated? Check. “Leave him for his own good” vibes? Check.

Coldflash suddenly became not just a ship. It became the ship. It became OTP. I was multishipper for most of my life and it was a strange new feeling. I tried to read other ships with Barry and my brain just went NOPE. Same with Len.

Now I’m more open to other ships with Barry but I can’t read fics with Len if he has no relationships with Barry. There must be something. There is always something.

I don’t think I can voice better than this quote tbh:

"Barry and I are… complicated. As Cold and Flash, we're enemies. We don't pull our punches. Our battles are very real. We have caused one another some serious injuries in the past, and will likely do so again in the future. It’s part of the lives we lead and we both accept that. As Snart and Allen, we've teamed up a couple of times when there's a threat too big for either one of us alone." Snart hesitated a moment, slipping his hands into his pockets. "But as Len and Barry? There's no one I trust more to have my back. Not even Mick or Lisa. I'm the one he runs to when everything gets too much. He’s the one I go to when I need to not be me. We're more than friends, but we’ll never be lovers. I'd take a bullet for him. He'd kill for me. We're soulmates. Platonic soulmates, that is."

A Shot At Something Good by canthelpmyselves

Platonic coldflash is always in the back of my mind. I can’t help it. I don’t think I want to.

COLDWAVE

It’s interesting, I see how and why it’s working. But… I’m not into it. I love both Len and Mick and I like their partnership. I like how Len looks after Mick. That they have history together. But my stupid brain is like “oh, Len’s here, Mick’s here, where is Barry? Barry should come in right about now”. So yeah. I love it though when coldwave acts like a parental figures for Barry. I saw it once, I think? I would like to read more fics with this dynamic.

COLDFLASHWAVE

Won’t lie it took me some time to see how wonderful this ship can be. How much I can love their collective dynamic. How silly and joyful they can be written together. I’m always hesitant about reading ot3. I hate love triangles. And was afraid that ot3 will be about a love triangle until they resolve all their issues and meet on the same page. Yada yada. Surely there are fics like that out there, but I found much more great stories about ot3s just navigating their own relationships, learning how to communicate and being together without envy and jealousy among them. So coldflashwave is like a blessing to my stupid messy heart. It gives so much joy! And I still have a ship tag to go through 👀

#ship opinion bingo #ask games #ask and answer shall be received #long post

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drinkingdeadpeopletea · 4 years

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i always thought we’d retire to the crick

#naddpod spoilers #naddpod #naddpod lb #yeah i'm quoting my own fic leave me alone

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silver-tongued-bby · 3 years

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Discretion

Pairing: Dom!CEO!Loki x Reader

Summary: After dropping out of grad school and moving back home you expected very little of your summer. That is until you realise your neighbour, Mr. Laufeyson, has other plans. Set in the mid 90s!

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!! This is a Dom!Loki fic - though it's not super bd/sm heavy, it explores themes of voyeurism, dub!con spanking, humiliation and degradation. Sexual acts are described including vaginal fingering, dirty talk, oral sex (f receiving) and sexual intercourse (f/m). Smoking is also described. Please read at your own discretion (hehe see what I did there?).

Words: 5,026

Author's Note: I'm excited to say that this is my first ever submission for a challenge! Specifically it's for @boxofbonesfic's Hot Girl Summer Challenge.

I chose prompt 12 (Home for the Summer) and a slightly edited version of quote 17 ("If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me sweetheart darling.") then for kinks I chose voyeurism/exhibitionism and degradation though there's a sprinkling of praise kink in there too.

Not sure why when I think of summer I think of mid 90s summers but here we are. This kinda went places I didn't expect, nonetheless I hope you enjoy!

...

God you were bored.

Stretching out on the lounge chair you sighed, letting your shoulders droop with the long exhale.

“Oh honey, you can’t keep sitting out here in the sun.” Your eyes rolled behind your dark sunglasses, turning towards your stepmother as she came down the stairs from the deck of the house.

“It’ll give you wrinkles dear,” she was standing beside you now, hands on her hips as she stared down at you. She was wearing that ridiculous hat again- the one with the brim as wide as she was tall.

“Carla, darling, we can’t all hide away from life in hopes to look as good as you do.” You lazily gazed at her, sitting up to find your pack of cigarettes on the side table. Taking one out you brought it to your mouth and lit it with your gold plated zippo. You took a long inhale before exhaling right in her face, “when I tell people you’re 53 they can hardly believe it.” Her eyes widened- you’d found her drivers license months ago and held the knowledge of her true age over her since then. You continued, ”my compliments to your doctors. Oh and Botox, kudos to Botox.”

Her little hands formed fists, fake nails pressing tiny neon-pink crescents into her palm.

You laughed, lounging back in the chair as you leisurely took drags off your cigarette. Smiling to yourself as you counted- three, two, one, before Carla shrieked and turned.

“Arthur! Arthur!” She screeched, running back up the stairs to tell your father.

You were a little less bored now, but making Carla’s face turn red could only give you so much satisfaction. You knew your father could care less, they were both about to leave for the Côte D’Azur tomorrow for the rest of the summer, leaving you here alone to “consider the consequences of your actions.” Or however your father had put you dropping out of school after one year of graduate studies in Classics.

He couldn’t help himself from belittling your degree while you were studying, then once you’d decided it wasn’t for you his lectures changed to be about “never giving up” and “seeing something through.” You both knew he simply didn’t want you around- he just couldn’t bring himself to say it out loud.

“Now those will definitely give you wrinkles,” you heard a smooth, silky voice coming from behind you that made your heart race. Smiling, you swung your legs over the side of your chair, taking off your sunglasses and snuffing out your cigarette.

“Mr. Laufeyson,” you started, eyeing the lithe figure as he emerged from the shadows. He held his hands in his pockets, his crisp black trousers fit perfectly to his frame. The sleeves of his black dress shirt were rolled up to his elbows, exposing the pale skin of his toned forearms. You were well aware of the small scraps of white fabric covering your body, and you enjoyed watching his eyes trace over your skin. You’d lusted after him ever since your father had moved here during your first year of college. You’d met him at one of Carla’s Christmas parties- she invited everyone from the gated community over, including your neighbour, Loki Laufeyson.

“I’m so sorry if my stepmother’s incessant shrieking ruined your afternoon,” you grimaced, taking a sip of the ice cold vodka soda beside you. “Is there anything I can do to remedy the situation?” you asked, your eyes innocently meeting his.

He chuckled. “Oh I wouldn’t be surprised if you’ve already thought of something,” he said under his breath loud enough for you to just make out. He strolled towards you and took a seat on the lounge chair beside yours. “I’m actually here to see your Father. He’s asked me to check in on things here while him and Carla are away.”

You rolled your eyes- of course he did. You caught Mr. Laufeyson staring at you as you did that, his expression darkening slightly and his eyebrow raising before he continued. “I am surprised to see you here- last I’d heard you were studying in Europe. Graduate studies in Classics, right?”

“Yeah. It didn’t exactly pan out.” You looked down, cursing yourself for feeling your face grow hot. The last thing you needed was your gorgeous neighbour feeling sorry for you.

“Laufeyson you bastard, you’re late!” Your Father was coming down the stairs, jovial with his greeting.

Loki got up from his seat to meet your father. “Arthur,” he said, shaking his hand. “My apologies, I got held up at the office. It’s been insanity since the new acquisition.”

You tuned out the rest of the business jargon and settled back into your seat, facing the other way. You put your sunglasses back on, wincing once your heard Carla’s shrill voice coming from above.

“Is that Loki Laufeyson? Oh it’s been ages!” she gushed.

“I suppose it has.” You could tell she’d pulled him in for a hug and a kiss on either cheek. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the clear discomfort in his voice.

“So I can trust you to keep an eye on the place?” your father chimed in.

“Certainly, although it seems your daughter is perfectly capable of doing so herself.” Mr. Laufeyson rightfully pointed out. You raised an eyebrow, wishing you could see the expression on your dear dad’s face from your position. Mr. Laufeyson was probably the only person in this community that could and would tell your Father that- his annual appearance in Forbes certainly cemented the position.

“You never know with kids, Laufeyson. No matter how old they get you can’t trust them to carry through with something. Just wait until you have one of your own- then you’ll know what I’m talking about." He laughed loudly. You scoffed. Fucking asshole.

“I see. I’ll keep an eye out then.” Mr. Laufeyson said cooly.

“Right well feel free to pop by anytime, we leave tomorrow morning. Here’s the number of my cellular telephone- I always have it on me you know.” Your father was obsessed with his clunky mass of plastic- he brought it everywhere he went, mostly to brag about it to strangers or talk obnoxiously on it to avoid conversations with you or Carla.

“He really does. Even in the bedroom!” Carla giggled, causing you to shudder in disgust.

“Of course, well I should be on my way.” He stepped back over to you. “I suppose I’ll be seeing you around. Here’s my information,” he placed a thick, black and white business card onto the small table beside you. “In case of emergency.”

You pulled your sunglasses down your nose and slid your eyes up his body, biting your lip as you met his stare. “I’ll be sure to remember. See you around, Mr. Laufeyson.”

He considered you for a moment and you thought he was about to say something else before he nodded and turned, heading for the gate.

You settled back in your seat and nestled the headphones of your discman over your ears. You pressed the play button, the beat of Mariah Carey’s “Fantasy” drowning out whatever Carla and your father were arguing about once their guest had left.

...

It was much later that evening that you finally slipped from your room to find some dinner. The house was dark- you knew your father and Carla had an early flight. Grabbing a wrapped plate from the fridge that the housekeeper had left you you headed to the back deck to eat. You kept the lights off as you watched the dim foamy white of the ocean’s waves hitting the rocks below, finding peace in the sound.

Finishing your meal you were about to head inside when you saw a light come on out of the corner of your eye. From where you were sitting you could see into a room on the top floor of Mr. Laufeyson’s house. Interesting- you’d never seen into this room before, the windows that faced your father’s house were usually shuttered. You laid back and lit a cigarette, choking on the inhale when you saw Mr. Laufeyson emerge, shirtless, his eyes dark and hungry. He was pulling a woman behind him, a blonde, her shirt unbuttoned to expose a lacy red bra. Once he stood at the edge of the bed he turned around to kiss her, his hands moving to the clasp of her bra. Undoing it, he pulled away to slide it down her arms before turning her around and unzipping her skirt, leaving her in just a high waisted red lace thong.

Your heart was hammering in your chest. You were transfixed by the scene unfolding in front of you. He flung her on the bed- from your position you could see it all as if it were happening in a room adjacent to yours. Climbing over her he dipped his head to capture her lips once more as he ground against her. Your legs clenched together as you continued to smoke your cigarette, the combined effect of the nicotine and the scene in front of you making your head spin.

His hand trailed down to the red lace covering her heat as he continued to kiss and grind against her. Slipping his fingers in you found you were doing the same to yourself, feeling the hot wet of your arousal. He had pulled away from her now, watching her face intently as her back arched up off of the mattress, her hands clutching his toned arms. He was saying something to her, his eyes going from her face to her heaving breasts as he continued to work his hand inside of her. A flush was blooming on her chest, her mouth open and her eyebrows drawn together. You were moving your hand in time with his, your arousal coating your fingers. His movements became faster as he continued to speak to her, smiling menacingly before her back arched fully off the bed, her hands grasping at him. Withdrawing from the dampened red lace his fingers glistened in the light, wet from her release.

He easily picked her up off the bed, carrying her to the window sill. He roughly pulled her panties down before he undid his trousers then lined himself up at her entrance. He pressed into her, her back flat against the glass and his face visible beside the back of her head, his eyes closed. You imagined how it’d feel, the cool glass against your back, his warm hand firmly gripping your thigh, his strong arms holding your legs open as he fucked you. He began to move inside of her then his eyes opened, staring straight at you in the darkness. Your heart beat faster as you felt yourself blush- surely he couldn’t see you out here, you were shrouded in the dark. You could barely see the outline of your hand as you brought it to your face for another puff. You froze- the cigarette.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, quickly removing your hand from its position and shakily putting out the cigarette on your dinner plate. Sliding your chair out quietly you chanced one last look towards the window- he was smirking in your direction as he continued to move against the blonde. Your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest as you backed away towards the porch door. You could swear his eyes didn’t leave you once and it sent shudders through you. You made your way back to your room and lay awake for hours, each time you closed your eyes you saw his piercing blue-green stare and filthy smirk.

You must have drifted off at some point since you eventually awoke to silence- an anomaly. You’d usually wake to Carla’s screeching laugh as she spoke on the phone to her friends, or she’d send the housekeeper Marie to wake you. You checked the clock beside you- 9AM. Carla and your father were long gone by now.

You smiled at that, stretching lazily before cranking the radio and dancing around your room as you got ready, the sunlight beaming in through your window. Making your way to the main kitchen you froze, last night coming back to you. The way Mr. Laufeyson had looked out at you as if he were expecting you to be there. Did he leave the blinds open on purpose? You shook your head, no way he’d be that forward. Sure he flirted with you every now and then, but nothing beyond that. You pushed the thought from your mind for the rest of the day.

...

A week passed quickly, you spent a lot of time with your friends, going shopping, to the beach, or local restaurants. You didn’t spend much time around the house so you hadn’t seen Mr. Laufeyson since the “incident”. On Friday you met up with some friends midday and got a ride to one of their parents’ beach houses. You spent the day there, drinking and laughing as you enjoyed the sun. Your friends dropped you back off at your place at around 7pm, you were pleasantly buzzed but looking forward to a quiet night in.

It was so hot outside you decided to take a dip in the pool. Cranking the radio in the backyard you decided to skinny dip- no one was home anyways. You sighed as your heated skin met the water, cooling instantly. You did a few laps before lazily swimming a backstroke and humming the music on the radio when you saw something coming towards you out of the corner of your eye. Standing upright you saw Mr. Laufeyson walking towards you from the door to the backyard, a smirk playing at his lips. Your heart started beating quickly as you realised the position you were in, remembering his hungry stare from last week. You swam over to the side of the pool to meet him.

“Hi,” he smiled, looking down at you.

You bit your lip and innocently looked up at him. “Hello, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“I’m sorry to intrude.”

“No worries. Is there anything I can do for you, Mr. Laufeyson?” you asked, noticing his eyes taking in your body under the water. He definitely knew you were naked. Your thighs clenched together at the thought.

“I was coming to see you about something that happened last week that had me… concerned. I thought I saw someone out on the balcony, late at night. Was that you?”

You felt your cheeks grow hot, your heartbeat picking up to a mile a minute. “What day was this?”

“Last week Friday.” His face was serious as he strolled over to a pool chair, pulling it closer to the side and taking a seat.

“I’m not sure. I don’t think anyone was out there then.” The words came out a lot quicker than you’d meant. You were usually pretty good at lying but something in his voice made you want to tell him the truth, to please him.

He tsked. “I’ve seen you lie better than that. Try again darling.” He sounded bored as he reached for your pack of cigarettes on the side table. He raised an eyebrow in question as he drew out a cigarette. You nodded, nervously biting your lip as he lit it and crossed his legs, leisurely smoking while he stared you down.

“No words, little one?” he teased, smirking down at you. “Did you at least enjoy the show?”

You huffed- this was humiliating. How dare he? You found anger quickly overtaking your initial shock and embarrassment as you made your way to the pool stairs and got out. You raised an eyebrow at him and smiled when the smirk slid off his face at the sight of your naked, wet body. Two can play this game. Walking over to him you grabbed a towel off the chair and wrapped it around yourself.

“I don’t know what you’re trying to imply here,” you grabbed the cigarette from between his long, muscular fingers and took a long drag. “But I didn’t see you last Friday night. And I definitely didn’t see you fucking that blonde-” your eyes widened at your own confession.

He stood to his full height and stepped closer to you, looking down at you once more. You backed up a step, feeling the lounge chair behind you.

“Drop the towel,” he growled, the hungry look in his eyes fully directed at you this time.

“Listen-“ you started to explain yourself.

“Drop. The. Towel.” He enunciated each word with his crisp accent and perfect voice.

“I knew it- I knew you wanted to fuck me.” You smirked at him triumphantly as you took another drag.

“If I have to tell you again to take that off, you’re not gonna like me darling,” he threatened, stepping closer.

“Oh really?” You laughed, taunting him. “And what are you going to do, Mr. Laufeyson?” You blinked innocently at him, enjoying the way the muscles in his jaw clenched.

Suddenly he grabbed your jaw, firmly but not painfully as he brought his face inches from yours, your eyes locked.

“You fucking brat.” He roughly pulled the towel down, exposing your body to the warm air. He pinched the cigarette from your fingers, extinguishing it under his shoe on the concrete. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners, aren’t I?”

Before you could answer he spun you both around and sat on the lounge chair then pulled you over his lap, angling you so your top half rested on the chair, your hips over his. One hand firmly held your lower back in place, the other smoothed over the skin of your ass and you squirmed. His hand came down to spank you, hard. “First lesson- don’t fucking move until I tell you to.” You whined, your face burning.

His hand came down again in the same spot, causing you to hiss and grip the plastic of the chair in one hand and his thigh in the other. “Second lesson- always answer me.”

You were humiliated but you found yourself growing even more wet with each spank. First there was the pain, then a wave of pleasure that intensified when he smoothed his hand over the skin he’d hit.

He gave you another slap, “what did I just say?” He growled, his hand roughly gripping the skin this time.

“T-to always answer you.” Your voice was small as you stuttered, overwhelmed by the way he was making you feel.

“Good girl.” You'd felt a tiny swell of pride at that. “I’m going to spank you three more times. Count them for me.”

“Okay,” you nodded, worried if you didn’t answer he’d add more to the list. His hand came down on your other cheek, hard and fast.

“One,” you counted, taking a deep breath. Before you could forcibly relax your tense muscles his hand had struck your cheek once more, causing you to hiss.

Your finger tips were pressing into his thigh as you let out a breath, the sharp pain receding. “Two,” you licked your lips and tensed in anticipation of the third and final slap.

After a few seconds you relaxed then turned to catch his eye- he was darkly observing you with his jaw clenched. Suddenly he hit the skin once more, this time the hardest, causing you to cry out.

You composed yourself with a quick breath. “Three.”

“Well done, darling.” He was gently running over the sore skin with his large hands. You could feel his erection under you.

“I wish you could see how lovely you looked on my lap, taking your spanking so well.” He dipped his hand between your legs. You sucked in a breath when you felt his fingers brush along your wet slit causing you to writhe on his lap.

“My poor, little thing. You’re dripping,” his voice was pure sin as he brought his glistening fingers up to your face.

He shifted, his strong grip helping you off his lap so you stood before him on shaky legs. You bit your lip, face growing hot as suddenly became fascinated with your fingers, twisting them painfully.

He stood then, and brought his finger under your chin to guide your eyes to his. He wore a satisfied expression, a slight grin at his lips as he took in your naked form.

“Do you think you’ve learnt your lesson darling?” He asked, his eyes mocking yours.

You quickly nodded, feeling fully exposed in front of his fully clothed form.

He licked his lips. “Do you want to go upstairs so I can fuck you?”

Your cheeks burnt as you nodded quickly again.

“Answer me darling,” he dropped his hand from your chin.

“Yes, Mr. Laufeyson.”

A slow, filthy grin spread across his face. “Lead the way,” he motioned towards the stairs.

You bent to reach for your towel on the ground. “Ah, ah, no need for that darling.” His words stopped you. You shivered as you stood back up, another wave of heat pulsing through your core.

You tentatively walked up the steep stairs and he followed closely behind. You could feel his gaze on you with each step.

Once up on the patio you looked back at him, his eyes dark with hunger. You gave him a shy smile before leading him inside. You stopped- should you bring him to your bedroom?

Before you could finish your thought he slid up behind you, his hands coming to grip your waist. “Where shall I take you, darling?” He whispered in your ear, his breath making you shiver.

He let go of your waist to circle you, stopping before you. “Do you want me to ruin you on that god awful couch?” He looked over his shoulder to the gaudy floral couch Carla had ordered special from Italy. She wouldn’t let anyone who wasn’t company sit on it in fear of stains.

You smiled at the idea of ruining the couch with Mr. Laufeyson, knowing Carla would lose her mind- even more so if she found out how it got there. “Yes please.”

He pulled you towards it then gently guided you to sit at the edge of it, angling you so you were in one corner. His hands splayed over the skin of your legs, gently pushing them apart. The feeling of the cool air of the house on your slit gave you goosebumps.

He kept his eyes locked with yours as he knelt between your legs before he turned to press a kiss to your thigh close to your knee. He then bit the skin there, earning a sharp inhale from you before he soothed it with his warm tongue.

“Tell me, darling. Did you touch yourself? Did you play with yourself as you watched me?” His velvety voice sent an involuntary shudder through you, his eyes capturing yours.

He nipped at your thigh with his teeth, marring the skin. You yelped then swallowed. “Yes! Yes, I did.”

“Good girl.” He moved to repeat his actions further up the inside of your thigh while he gently ran his fingers up and down your other thigh.

You were trembling while you watched him, each bite a little harder than the last as he got closer to your wet core. His eyes met yours once more then he blew a stream of cold air over your slit, causing you to gasp sharply. He smirked before letting his lips barely graze over your clit, your hips moving slightly before he brought his arm down over them to hold you in place.

He ever so gently pressed a kiss to your clit before gently running his tongue over the sensitive flesh, pulling a moan from you. You could feel your wetness dripping down onto the couch below as he continued to delicately tease you.

“You taste divine, darling. Better than I’d imagined.” You whined at his words- the idea of him alone, picturing what your cunt tasted like brought you to the edge of an orgasm.

He smiled wickedly up at you. “So close already? Poor thing.” Bringing one long finger to your slit he gathered some wetness before pushing it fully within you, forcing a loud moan through your lips.

“It’s okay darling, let go. Give into me. I promise it’ll make you feel so much better,” he hummed against your clit before tenderly sucking on it. He bent his finger within you, hitting something deep that made you cry out. You quickly came, your release squirting around his finger and wetting the couch below.

He kept up his movements as you rode out your high. Once your breath returned to you he pulled away and removed his finger, licking his lips as he wiped your release off his chin.

“Third lesson- good girls always get to cum.” He winked at you with a grin before standing.

He leaned over you, caging you in on the couch before capturing your lips with his. You hummed at the taste of yourself on him, his tongue gliding against yours.

He straightened back up then pulled you up off the couch and guided you to face the other way. He led you so your knees were on the couch, your arms resting against the back of the upholstery. You heard the sound of a zipper before feeling the tip of his hard length slide against your folds. You instinctively arched your back at the feeling, pressing yourself up against him, causing him to groan.

“Such a greedy little brat,” he said, smoothing his hands over the skin of your ass. “You want me to fuck that pretty little cunt, hm?”

“Yes- yes please, Mr. Laufeyson. Please fuck me,” you begged, rubbing yourself on him once more.

With that he thrust into you, holding himself still once he was fully seated within you, giving you a chance to adjust. You’d gasped at the sensation- he was clearly well-endowed and you were thankful he gave you a moment. Willing your muscles to relax you looked back at him before grinding your hips against his.

His eyes were dark with lust, his jaw clenched in a way that made you involuntarily squeeze him as he started to move within you. You were panting as he set a pace, the angle of his thrusts hitting the same spot he’d found quickly before.

You’d turned back around and folded your forearms over the back of the couch, arching yourself against him even more. He growled and picked up his pace, his hand firmly gripping your hip. The angle had you moaning desperately, the feeling of him so deep within you making your fingers and toes numb.

“That’s it darling, take my cock within your needy little cunt. Fuck- I’ve wanted to ruin this tight little pussy for so long. I’ve wanted you for so long,” he rasped out between thrusts and your mind went blank, all you could respond with were desperate moans.

He stopped abruptly and pulled you up before sitting himself on the couch and pulling you over his lap so you were straddling him. He’d unbuttoned his shirt and your mouth went dry at the sight of the musculature under his pale skin. You slid your fingers under the fabric, gripping his firm shoulders as he positioned himself under you.

You moved your hips in a circle over him, enjoying the feel of the very tip of him swirling within you.

“You little tease,” he grinned darkly, running a hand through his hair. “Ride me, darling. Show me what you can do.”

Your cunt clenched at his words and his wicked smirk spread. You took the opportunity to bring yourself down to grind against him, wiping the smug look off his face.

You quickly set a pace as you rode him, his hands on your ass guiding your movements. You were panting as you continued your movements, the angle bringing you close to your finish.

“Are you going to cum, darling?” His voice vibrated through you, and you nodded.

“Yes- fuck, Mr. Laufeyson. You feel so good-“ he continued to guide your movements, moving his head closer to your breast. He brought his mouth around one of your nipples, gently sucking at the nub. You arched into him, moaning at the sensation.

His tongue ran against your skin in his mouth, bringing another moan from you before he sharply bit down on your nipple, pushing you over the edge into another orgasm. You moaned his name over and over as you rode out your high, your nails digging into the skin of his shoulder. As you came back to yourself you felt him twitch within you, filling you as he reached his own finish.

You watched him as he came, mesmerised with his blissful expression, his long eyelashes touching defined cheekbones. His eyes fluttered back open and he gave you a smirk- god help you he was fucking gorgeous.

He gave you a chaste kiss before helping you up, the combined fluids from your finish trickling down your thigh. You were happy to see some hit the couch as you moved off him.

You strolled to the bathroom to clean yourself up and throw on a t-shirt and panties, passing a damp cloth to him once you returned. You pulled a cigarette from the pack you had on the kitchen counter, then headed to the balcony as you lit it up.

You were leaning on the balcony, watching the now dark waves when he joined you. You smiled at him, offering him your cigarette. He took a long drag as you leant on the balcony’s edge.

“So,” you trailed off, not sure what to say.

“That was fun,” he exhaled then smiled at you, his expression mischievous.

“Yeah,” you agreed, relief filling your chest. “I’d love to do it again.”

“Of course darling, we have all summer.” He came behind you, pulling you against his chest as he ducked his head so his lips were beside your ear. ”And you have quite a bit to learn.”

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ilyasorokinn · 2 years

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better man , nathan mackinnon

note, this fic is part of the "taylor's version" series, but all pieces in that series are stand alone. a side note, i might use the whole song or just a quote for a fic. i also might not use the entire verse. just depends. sorry if that's confusing, please feel free to ask questions. pair, nathan mackinnon x reader summary, a fic based on "better man" from taylor swift's red album. warnings, toxic relationship word count, 1305 words

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the taylor's version series

i know i'm probably better off on my own than lovin’ a man who didn't know what he had when he had it and i see the permanent damage you did to me never again, i just wish i could forget when it was magic

Your friends had been telling you to dump Nate months into the relationship, which should've been a tell-tale sign that the relationship was doomed. He wasn't just physically absent, he was emotionally unavailable.

It had only been a few weeks since the breakup, but every time you looked at something that reminded you of Nathan or of your relationship, you would burst into tears.

While you were with Nate, even then, he didn't realize how amazing you were. People often joked that you were like his mother, always making sure he ate, got enough sleep, etc. It was toxic in that you ignored all the red flags and still chose to stay with him.

Looking back, your eyes were now opened to all the red flags Nate had. Things that didn't seem were big deals at the time were now magnified.

Of course, there were good things to happen in your relationship, but all those good things were often overshadowed by all the bad.

i wish it wasn't 4 am, standing in the mirror saying to myself, "you know you had to do it" i know the bravest thing i ever did was run

You had been tossing and turning all night, and when you glanced up at the clock, it read 4:09 in blaring red. You sighed, pushing the covers off your body and making your way into the bathroom.

You looked at your reflection in the mirror and saw someone you barely recognized. It wasn't just physical changes, it was internal ones too, it was behavioral.

In the 2 years you dated Nate, you changed.

"You had to do what you had to do." You told your reflection, "You had to leave."

If you had stayed, he would've broken you beyond repair. That was something you knew for a fact.

sometimes, in the middle of the night, i can feel you again but i just miss you, and i just wish you were a better man and i know why we had to say goodbye like the back of my hand but i just miss you, and i just wish you were a better man a better man

While you lay awake, trying to fall back asleep, you thought back on all those good times. The ones that weren't filled with pain and heartbreak but love and loyalty.

You knew, if he had wanted you enough and if he had tried hard enough, Nate could've been the best boyfriend. He could've been the perfect dream man but he didn't want the same thing you did.

Although the goodbye was painful, it had to be done.

*FLASHBACK*

Nate had been gone on a road trip for a few days and was coming back. So, with the help of friends, you packed up all your stuff and got it moved into your childhood bedroom at your parents' house.

He walked through the door of the apartment you once shared. You stood up from the kitchen island and stood nervously in front of him.

"Hey." He greeted you, seemingly not noticing the lack of your stuff in the apartment.

"Hey." Your voice shook as you watched him walk from the door of your old bedroom. Once he got there, he finally realized all your stuff was missing.

"Are you going somewhere?" He asked.

"Yeah, uh, I am." You nodded.

"Were you gonna tell me?" He asked.

"Well, I'm here now." You shrugged.

"So, you were just gonna pack up and leave?"

"Originally, yeah. But I ultimately decided to say goodbye." You scoffed, "Maybe I should've gone with the first option." You grabbed your bag and headed for the door.

"We're done, Nathan." The words hurt, but the blank look on Nate's face hurt just as much. It showed how unaffected he was by everything, how checked out he was.

"Wow, don't look so excited." You deadpanned.

"What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?!" He shouted.

"Fight, Nathan. I want you to fight. I want you to fight for me, for us. Clearly, that's too much to ask for from a guy who treats his girlfriend like a maid." You shook your head.

"Y/N..."

"No, you know what? I'm done." You grabbed the door handle and walked out, but not before slamming the door so hard the windows shook.

*FLASHBACK OVER*

i know i’m probably better off all alone than needing a man who could change his mind at any given minute and it was always on your terms i waited on every careless word hoping they might turn sweet again like it was in the beginning

Your best friend AJ was laying on your bed next to you, "You're better without him, you know?" She bumped your arm, "He was inconsistent, irresponsible, and just rude to you. He could change with the snap of a finger."

"I know." You nodded, "But there's a big part of my brain that's telling me to lay off men for the next millennium while another smaller part is still missing him."

She grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze, "That's normal."

"Is it?" You asked.

"You're grieving. This wasn't just a few months of your life, this was years. He took something from you you can never get back. Time. So, it's normal to crave the normalcy you're used to." She told you.

"I know good outweighs the bad right now in your head, but one day the bad is gonna outweigh the bad and everything's gonna change." She squeezed your hand again.

You knew she was right. You would wait, even after all the arguing and backstabbing, for Nate to apologize or even tell you he loved you. It was a bad cycle that repeated itself almost as many times as the Earth revolves around the sun.

i hold onto this pride because these days it's all i have and I gave to you my best and we both know you can't say that

Every day, you held onto the fact that you managed to get out of the toxic relationship. It was something you prided yourself on even if that was a bad thing.

*FLASHBACK*

You and Nate were in the midst of an argument. He had stood you up for the umpteenth time and when you got home, he didn't even notice you.

"Are you kidding me, Nate? This hasn't happened just once or twice, this has happened over 6 times now. That's too many times."

"I made a mistake."

"Wouldn't be the first." You scoffed, rolling your eyes.

"What's that supposed to mean."

"It means you're a big jerk." You threw a napkin from the table at him, "I give everything I have to this relationship, only to be treated like dirt."

"That's not true."

"Yes, it is. You can't lie. I give everything and you give nothing, Nathan." You glared.

"I give everything, too."

"If you really gave everything, you wouldn't have stood me up tonight or three weeks ago or all the other times you stood me up."

*FLASHBACK OVER*

You broke up two days later.

we might still be in love if you were a better man you would've been the one if you were a better man

If Nate put a little more effort into, not only himself, but the relationship too, you knew for a fact he would've been the guy you would have married.

Somewhere in Nate's head, he did love you, he just didn't know how to express it, and that was his downfall. Your downfall.

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theacevampire · 2 years

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Kakuzu Doesn't Get Paid Enough For This Shit

Pairing: Kind of SasoDei?

Genre: Crack

Wordcount: ~2.7k

Warnings: language, canon-typical violence

A/N: This is based on this post (and my headcanons to it). @ladykissingfish You say you like people making fics out of your scenarios/quotes, but because I'm not really a writer for ships, I never did it until this post. I laughed so much at it and because there's only a hint of SasoDei, I felt confident I could put out something good, so I hope you like it! Also, please note that this is my first time trying a crack fic and writing for SasoDei.

It was a rare occurrence. Every member of the Akatsuki was present in the Akatsuki’s main hideout and with great foresightedness this was a once in a blue moon occasion, their Leader Pain had asked everyone for a meeting in the kitchen. Some of the members were clearly annoyed, most notably Deidara and Hidan – though he didn’t expect anything else from two of the youngest members –, others were rather curious, like Itachi and Kisame.

“Thank you for coming everyone”, Pain opened the meeting. “I called you here today because I’d like for everyone to give Sasori a visit in his lab once a month from today on. He will do a full-scale medical check-up. I want all of us to be as healthy as a horse, since our all strength is crucial for this organization’s success and we can’t risk one of us having issues.”

As expected, a snort came from no other than Hidan, but it was Zetsu who spoke up – or rather Black Zetsu, “Bold coming from the person who could be blown away by a heavy breath.”

Deidara flipped his hair, throwing a questioning glare. “What do you even know about breathing? All you do is reverse-breathing!”

Black Zetsu hissed at the youngest member, “It’s called photosynthesis, brat!”

“Isn’t your physical condition objectively the worst from all of us?”, Kisame interjected, essentially putting an end to the bickering.

Hidan was quick to agree, “Yeah! You’re hiding behind that corpse, but we all know what you look like, Nagato.”

Kakuzu sighed deeply, already regretting to agree to play Sasori’s assistant in this whole ordeal, but he had to admit he was the most fitting for this role since he had some medical knowledge and was able to keep all of the others under control.

“Thank you for helping me with this”, Sasori said as he gathered his tools for the examination. “I wouldn’t want to deal with Hidan alone.”

Kakuzu took of his scowl and mask, before removing his shirt as well. “I feel like I’m gonna regret this – especially if we do this every month, but Pain’s right. While I don’t consider it necessary in my case I won’t resist, since I suspect we will have enough trouble later anyway.”

The red-haired grabbed his stethoscope and placed one end right above one of Kakuzu’s hearts. “Considering your age, I don’t think it’s inappropriate to have regular examinations.”

He was met with a snort as an answer. “That I have spent nine decades on this earth doesn’t mean my mind or my body are old.”

“Spoken like a grumpy old man”, he chuckled while checking up on Kakuzu’s next heart. “Though at least in regard to your hearts, I suppose you’re not wrong since you obtain new one’s regularly. Fortunately, they all seem fine currently. Turn around.” Checking the masks on Kakuzu’s back, he noticed a small scratch in the raiton mask. “Is this from battle or because the heart is getting weaker?”

The other man growled, before pressing a single word through gritted teeth, “Hidan.”

“That doesn’t answer my question”, Sasori joked. “I wouldn’t be surprised if he caused you to have a heart attack one day.” Putting his things back he motioned Kakuzu he could dress again. “I think you’re better at judging your stitching, so I’ll leave this to you. Alright?”

Kakuzu nodded. “Thank you. Do you need help with your own examination? Or someone to oil your hinges?”

Sasori chuckled. “I’m fine, thanks for asking.” He looked around the room for a second. I think we can call in the first patient, what do you think?”

“Sure, let’s get over with this, I got money to count.”

Nagato as the leader was the first one aside from them to go through the check-up to set a good example. It was his idea after all and he wouldn’t be a coward by sending one of his Pain bodies.

Knowing how fragile he looked, Konan insisted on bringing him and waiting in front of the door. “Please be careful, okay?”, she asked them, her voice small.

“I won’t break that easily”, he joked, convincing neither Sasori nor Kakuzu.

After checking his single heart and blood pressure, Sasori grabbed his little hammer to check Nagato’s reflexes. He tried to hide his hesitation, being afraid of hurting the man who was more bones than anything else, but this was all on Nagato’s insistence. The tap on the knee was light, but Nagato cried out in pain as if he had been stabbed, before falling off the stretcher, lifelessly.

“What the fuck, puppet?”

Sasori turned to the man who was supposed to assist him with a frown. “He himself said he would be fine! It was a light tap!”

The door to Sasori’s lab was ripped open suddenly and a panicking, wide-eyed Konan appeared, running towards the body lying on the floor. “Nagato!”

Kakuzu and Sasori were exchanging panicked glances, both worried they just killed their organization’s leader and not noticing the corner of Nagato’s lips turning upwards. “Just kidding!”

Rolling her eyes, Konan pulled him up and dragged him towards the door. After the door shut behind the two, Kakuzu and Sasori could hear her hiss, “Scare us like that ever again and I’ll break every single bone in your body.” Though her words were harsh, her voice was filled with worry and genuine concern. After all, Nagato was Konan’s closest friend.

Next up was Hidan. While Kakuzu wanted to prolong this examination as long as he could, he also agreed with Sasori’s approach to just get over and done with what would by far be the worst examination of them all.

And dirtiest. Drops of blood dripping from Hidan’s body were already scattered all across the hall in front of the lab, making a mess.

“Oi, old fuck. You gonna fix my arm? Since this was your fault”, he demanded as soon as Sasori had opened the door, throwing his left arm in pieces on the table and splashing blood across the whole lab.

Resisting the urge to sew the gray-haired man’s mouth shut forever, Kakuzu’s threads worked on setting the puzzle that was an arm back in place. “If you had kept your dirty fingers off my property, I wouldn’t have felt the need for this measure.” He didn’t get paid enough for this shit.

Deep down in his mind, he wished Hidan would end up in pieces buried somewhere, still alive and conscious, rotting in the ground forever with his mouth stuffed with dirt still cleaner than everything he had ever said. Admittedly, Kakuzu used foul language as well, but Hidan carried it too far regularly.

“Hidan. You’re gonna clean this when we’re through with all the examination.” Sasori’s tone left no space for negotiations, but that hardly stopped him.

“Can’t you just leave it to Zetsu? I bet that bastard would enjoy licking my blood off the floor and–”

Kakuzu interrupted the protest by rutting one of his threads with way more force than necessary into the skin. “Shut up before I turn you into sushi and refrain from sewing you back together ever again.”

Silently Hidan endured the rest of the procedure before leaving the lab with a grumble.

Even with his glasses, Sasori as well as Kakuzu were a little surprised Itachi found his way to the lab. The Uchiha consistently denied his eyesight was worsening despite the evidence being obvious. Just a few weeks ago, Kisame had told a story about Itachi mistaking Tobi’s orange mask for Pain’s hair and calling him ‘Leader’. The masked man had flinched and hurriedly bailed.

“I’m fine.” A coughing fit following his words undermined the truthfulness of these.

Kakuzu sighed. “You’re not fooling us, Uchiha. You’re paler than Konan’s paper.”

Sasori got up and walked over to one of his drawers. “He’s right. Unfortunately, there isn’t much I can do for you. You yourself know the illness is incurable and I can only try to ease the pain and treat the symptoms in hopes of dragging out the inevitable.”

“I know.”

Taking out three different cans with vitamins and medication he himself discovered while developing poisons, he handed them to Itachi. “Here, take one of the white ones each morning, one of the red ones each evening and the blue ones whenever you overused your sharingan, alright?”

Itachi gave him a sad smile, taking the pills from Sasori. “Thank you for trying anyway.”

Both men looked after Itachi when he left the lab, not moving and letting silence take over. “I wish I could do more for him”, Sasori broke the silence after a while.

Kakuzu only let out an agreeing grumble.

After she had probably lectured Nagato enough about the incident earlier, it was Konan’s turn to get checked. Neither of them had ever seen her without her cloak, so when she took it off, Kakuzu gulped.

He hadn’t known what to expect but it sure wasn’t something revealing like this. Never before had he been more thankful for his mask which was now covering his evident blush. Clearing his throat, he hoped to cover up his flustered state. “If you’d excuse me for a moment. There are some things I’d like to get for the upcoming members.”

Sasori said nothing and Konan gave him a smile, at least acknowledging what he had said and internally appreciating him respecting her personal space as she looked right through the charade.

“They are a little uneven”, Sasori remarked when palpating her breasts. “I could fix it in case you’d like me to.”

Not knowing what to respond, she looked at the puppet puzzled, before remembering he was just that – a puppet with no attractions to her body. There were no ill intentions behind this offer, as this examination was for him just like looking at one of his creations and noticing a little aesthetic flaw.

Though she was about to punch him when he told her, he could also ‘remove some of that abdominal fat’. She would apologize to Nagato later for lecturing him. Sasori definitely deserved that now.

She left the lab and shut the door a little stronger than necessary, meeting Kakuzu who was waiting around the next corner for her to leave. The red crept up her neck – now fortunately covered by her cloak again – and she was even more thankful he had left, because had he witnessed the scene earlier, she was sure she would’ve died of embarrassment.

Kisame entered the room just a minute after Kakuzu, a big grin showing all his teeth on his lips. “Y’all ready?”

Though it wasn’t visible, Kakuzu smirked. “Yeah, I got these”, he returned, holding up two books about goldfish anatomy.

“That’s a good one, old man”, Kisame let out between laughs.

A jingle coming from Sasori attracted the men’s attention. “We are. Are you?”, he asked while holding up multiple dental tools. “With that number of teeth, I hope you know how to stay still for a while.”

It turned out that ‘a while’ meant almost an hour, since Kisame had not only one or two rows of teeth, but three. At least he took great care of them so it was only a check and nothing had to be done – God knows how long that would’ve taken.

Meanwhile Kakuzu went on and scrutinized Kisame’s gills. “Make sure to properly clean your gills. Sasori might not be able to smell anymore, but the rest of us is and your fishy smell is already enough.”

“Whatever you say, man.”

Examining Zetsu was weird in another sense. Not necessarily because he was more plant than human – most of the members weren’t entirely human after all – but because Zetsu wasn’t a single entity. Shiro Zetsu and Kuro Zetsu were like day and night – not only by appearance but by personality too. For example, while Shiro Zetsu laughed when Kakuzu pulled out the book about daisies, Kuro Zetsu threatened to eat him.

“Try me”, Kakuzu had challenged him, knowing fully well Kuro Zetsu wouldn’t as he was too valuable for the Akatsuki.

Sasori took a sample from their Venus flytrap-like extensions, which Kakuzu insisted on calling ‘leaves’. “Your chlorophyll levels are fine and the others look fine too. Make sure you get enough sun as the days are getting shorter lately.”

Zetsu nodded. “We will do that”, Kuro Zetsu said, before their joined body disappeared into the floor – because why use doors like everyone else?

Deidara’s turn made up for everything Kakuzu had to endure until that point – even Hidan’s mess. With amusement, he watched the young man desperately offering Sasori to carry heavy things just to show off his strength, but the desired man remained oblivious and confused as there were no things that need to be carried or moved.

“And if there was, Kakuzu can do it just fine. He’s taller and stronger than you, anyway.” His tone was nonchalant and indifferent, causing Deidara to visibly slump down, clearly disappointed. Sasori, of course, didn’t notice because he had his back to the blonde, but Kakuzu noticed and covered up his snicker with a cough, though apparently not good enough since Deidara shot him a glare.

When Sasori turned to Deidara, the latter straightened up and put a smile on his face. “What’s up next, Danna?”

“I’ll check your vitals and take a blood sample. Could you please take off your cloak and shirt?”

Deidara did as told, sweat forming on his forehead and nervousness evident on his features. Sasori furrowed his eyebrows, noticing the sweat, but proceeded without saying anything. Only when he checked Deidara’s heartbeat, he spoke up, “Did you exercise before this check-up?” Deidara shook his head. “I think you should lay down and rest for a bit, your heartrate is a little increased and you’re sweating.”

Kakuzu tried his best to hold in his laughter as watching Deidara yearn for Sasori who doesn’t notice anything was just peak comedy for him. Though his discipline was almost gone when Deidara’s face turned as red as a tomato when Sasori mumbled something about Deidara having a really great body. He contemplated telling the blonde for what exactly Sasori had meant, but he refrained – telling him then and there would’ve ruined the fun of the next examinations, so he leaned back against one of the tables and watched the spectacle. Maybe he did get paid enough for this shit.

“The last one’s Tobi, right?”, Kakuzu asked with a frown. He really didn’t want to examine Tobi. Sasori nodded, looking just as excited as Kakuzu. “Shit. Something about that guy rubs me the wrong way, like something’s wrong with him.”

“Bold coming from you, but I can’t say I disagree.”

Before they could continue their conversation, the door was ripped open and an exciting Tobi came in. “Is it finally Tobi’s turn? Tobi is very excited!”

Sasori as well as Kakuzu suppressed a rolling of their eyes and instead ordered him to do ten jumping jacks and one push-up which he failed. There was a crease appearing on Sasori’s forehead – something Kakuzu didn’t think was possible – when he checked for Tobi’s heartbeat, but the red-haired only sighed deeply, before telling Tobi, “Everything’s fine. You’re in great shape and your vitals are all perfect. You can leave.”

Examining Tobi felt like playing pediatrician, so Kakuzu gave him a chocolate bar, shaking his head in disbelief. “That’s great! Thank you, senpai!”

The two men watched Tobi hopping out the door, neither of them knowing what exactly just happened. “Nothing”, Sasori broke the silence after a moment. Kakuzu looked at him questioning, so he added, “There was no heartbeat, no breathing, nothing.”

“I was curious what he’s hiding behind that mask, but I guess now I don’t want to find out anymore. I think it’s for the better if we know as little as possible about that guy.” Sasori said nothing, but nodded.

Kakuzu sighed. He didn’t get paid enough for this shit – and neither did Sasori.

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hella1975 · 2 years

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One shot idea: The crew in the immediate aftermath of batos injuries and departure for the nuns or bato and Zuko sharing scar care tips.

okay i chose to do the immediate aftermath after bato's injuries initially bc i haven't decided yet if bato and zuko having that convo is going to happen in taob yet, so if it does i don't want to like steal that from the main fic by using it in a one shot, but then i got to really looking deeper into some things said in ch1/general fashbacks and i realised something SUPER interesting; zuko has changed the crew just as much as they have changed him. so the quote that made me realise this was actually really not relevant at all, it's in ch1 and is just 'Hakoda was surprised the healer had joined them. He usually spent his free time with his nose in a book.' And while we know that kanut is still very prone to indulging in his alone time, it really stood out to me that it was very much a luxury that kanut had joined them this one time. and then i got thinking to all the little ways zuko's influence has changed each individual and brought them all closer and i think it's really clear in this one-shot and yeah i just had a lot of fun <3

total word count: 2.4k words

Bato had been burnt before. He'd caught his hands while trying to help Kanna cook or he’d stood too close to the campfire after one too many drinking games with Aput. He knew the sensation.

But this... this was like nothing he’d ever felt before.

Fire raged its sharp hands up his arm, clawing over his shoulder, and all Bato could do was jump away from it, falling to the deck of the ship and staring stunned up at the sky as Chena tried to put the fire out. It was excruciating, in a way he didn’t think possible, like his entire body was still seized in flames, leaving him helpless to do anything but burn. Then the smell hit his nose, and Bato could only shove himself to his side with his good arm and retch.

That was the smell of his own flesh. That was the smell of his own flesh burning. It was not something he would ever forget.

Hakoda stood in the infirmary doorway like he was too scared to come in, watching with devastated eyes as Kanut peeled what was left of Bato’s ruined shirt away from the ugly red of his wound. Kanut was gentle – his gentleness was something that always amused Bato about his typically sharp friend – but his hands didn’t shake. Bato was grateful for that much, at least, because so far he’d felt nauseas every time he caught sight of Hakoda’s stricken expression. He didn’t know if he could handle similar treatment from Kanut.

“I shouldn’t have intercepted them.” Hakoda finally grit out, and Bato had been waiting for this. He loved his friend and had done for a very long time, but Hakoda’s honour-code was ridiculous.

“Last I checked,” Bato tried to make his voice light, but it came out strained, teeth gritting against Kanut’s prodding, “you do not have the skillset for manning an entire ship all by yourself. We intercepted. Together. This isn’t your fault.”

Hakoda considered that for exactly one whole moment before his face crumpled again.

“I’m the chief, Bato. I shouldn’t have been so reckless-.”

“Ugh,” Bato tipped his head back dramatically, groaning for good measure, “can you get rid of him, Kanut? He's giving me a headache. I'm the patient so you have to be nice to me.”

Strangely, Kanut obliged without even looking up from his work, and that’s when Bato began to realise that something was wrong.

“Don’t you have other things to be doing than moping in my doorway, Hakoda?” Kanut said bluntly. “This isn’t your fault. Bato has told you it isn’t and now I'm telling you it isn’t. Go away and make yourself useful. I am not above locking you out, Chief.”

The Angakkuq’s tone turned derisive on that last word, meaning made clear. You say you’re the chief, then act like one and get your shit together. Bato was a little grateful for Kanut, though he wouldn’t admit it. Hakoda was a nightmare to be around when he was worried. Genuinely insufferable. Bato's nerves couldn’t handle it. Especially not after recent traumatic events leaving him disfigured. Men and women everywhere would mourn the skin of Bato’s left bicep, once smooth and luxurious and now doomed to scar. This day was a tragedy. Tribesmen for generations to come would know of this crime. Fuck firebenders.

“You’re as bad as each other.” Kanut muttered, and Bato blinked to realise Hakoda had left after his scolding. Kanut flicked Bato’s head. “Stop moping.”

“He wishes he were as bad as me.” Bato muttered, before narrowing his eyes. “You kicked him out for a reason. Something's wrong.”

“I think a major injury made you chattier. Maybe I should give you a sedative.” Kanut said, like Bato was a particularly annoying bug invading his space, opting to entirely skip over something upsetting in typical Kanut fashion. Bato sighed. His friends were hopeless. Truly, they would never manage a day without him. They'd wind up doing something stupid, like trying to befriend a firebender, or some shit.

“Kanut.” Bato pressed, before wincing when he accidentally moved his shoulder. Pain seeped from him in waves, except the waves were made of knives and Bato might actually take up that offer of a sedative now. Kanut frowned, and Spirits, that was worry on his face. Bato's stomach dipped uncertainly. That could only mean...

“It’s bad, isn’t it? You can’t fix it.” Bato said, and Kanut reacted like he feared he would. Jaw clenching, gaze flicking to the side. Hakoda was open and easy, but it had taken Bato a long time to learn Kanut. Understanding the healer was like reading one of the books he loved so much. It took patience, a memory of previous events, an ability to join all the words together to make a sentence. Jaw clenching when he was uncomfortable and eyes flicking when he was scared. Kanut was one of Bato’s favourite books now, and he knew how this ended.

“Well, that’s that then.” Bato sighed, swallowing down the sudden urge to laugh. He felt near hysterical. Here was an injury that Kanut couldn’t fix. For so long, Bato’s friends had held the sky up for him. He'd never even considered that there was a chance it could crash down, but for a moment in that infirmary, Bato saw stars.

“No it’s not, dumbass.” Kanut flicked his head again, and Bato cried out at the sudden rough treatment. “The burn is serious. Third degree in the centre, easily. There are certain medicines I need to treat it, medicines we haven’t been able to restock since we lost the alliance with Fong, but Nanook told me about an abbey. You know that boy from the Colonies he made friends with when we sailed through? He told him that the nuns there are healers, advanced. They can treat you.”

Bato hated most of the words that had just come out of his best friend’s mouth, particularly the part that would see his other best friend having an absolute meltdown if he found out. Medicines we haven’t been able to restock since we lost the alliance with Fong. Hakoda already blamed himself for losing that alliance, and Bato couldn’t actually talk him out of that one. Hakoda had reached his limit with how much he was willing to tolerate from General Fong, and despite it being a bad move politically, he cut ties with the man. Bato had to respect the decision, even if he’d argued against it. General Fong was an asshole.

Hakoda, however, wouldn’t care about that if he found out that his decision had led to Bato being unable to get treatment. It was bad enough that Hakoda thought the injury was his fault already...

Bato felt sick, swallowing thickly. “We can’t-.”

“I know.” Kanut said quickly, and Bato relaxed a little more. At least they were on the same page with that. Hakoda couldn’t know.

“How bad of a detour would it be?” Bato asked timidly. He felt weak, exhausted, and everything hurt, but he had to know how much of a burden this would be on the crew.

“I’d have to talk to Nanook more, and then Tulok, but it doesn’t matter. It's the only thing that’ll save your sorry life. We're doing it.” Kanut said, already getting to his feet.

“There has to be another way.” Bato muttered.

“I’m smarter than you and I haven’t thought of one, so unless burning off skin cells suddenly led to a rapid reproduction of brain cells and you have somehow thought of something, then this is what we’re doing.” Kanut paused in the doorway. “Stop moping. It'll be fine.”

Bato did not stop moping. Not even as it was decided unanimously amongst the crew that they would reroute, sailing straight past Chameleon Bay and heading towards the Mo Ce Sea, and then Bato was watching his friends leave him behind, and he began moping even harder.

This was going to be an incredibly shit next few weeks.

Hakoda and Kanut were going to get into so much trouble without him.

“This is shit.” Chena decided, arms crossed over his large chest as he watched – note: watched, not helped – as Aput caulked the deck. Aput had been putting this off since the Fire Nation attack that saw Bato have to separate from them, but he had to start fixing the damage sooner or later. Though, having said that, he’d only done the tiniest corner of the deck so far, and he took Chena’s sudden conversation as an excuse to lean back on his heels for a break.

“Anything in particular or are you just being generally pessimistic again?” Aput asked politely. Tulok, who was sat cross-legged just shy of the area Aput was caulking, raised an eyebrow in curiosity. Tulok actually had offered to help, but Aput hadn’t let him. It was the principal of the thing, not that a thug like Chena would get that.

“The way everyone’s been.” Chena said gruffly, and Aput realised his friend was actually annoyed about something serious. It was hard to tell when Chena scowled so much. “Hakoda’s gone all pedantic. You know he checked I'd sharpened the weapons well enough twice yesterday? Fucking twice, as if I've not been doing it ever since we left the fucking village. And it’s like the rest of us are just not talking about something. We're all walking around like someone’s died, for Spirit’s sake! Bato's fine. He'll be fine. Shit, even the kids have gone more into themselves. Look at them!” Chena jerked his head up to where Tomkin and Nanook were sat up in the crow’s nest.

“You could stand to be more delicate about it.” Tulok said quietly, expression darkening at the mention of Bato.

“And you.” Chena hissed, turning his frustration onto Tulok. Aput really wished the other man had just kept his mouth shut. “You’ve been acting weird since it happened too. The fuck’s going on, Tulok?”

Tulok looked like he’d been cornered all of a sudden, like Chena and Aput’s expectant stares were enemies threatening him. Aput had noticed Tulok’s behaviour too. He was the quietest of their trio, but since Bato's injury, he’d been even quieter. Aput had caught him staring at his hands, lost in thought, more than once.

“One of the soldiers,” Tulok said carefully, “that attacked the ship died. Aput, you killed him. We pushed his body into the ocean after. It's... The water’s no burial for a firebender.”

Aput turned rigid, breath holding in his throat. The fight had been a chaos of blades and burning, quick movements and pure instinct, but Aput knew who Tulok was talking about. He'd buried his machete into the chest of a soldier, kicking his body away from him when he began to fall. He'd thought about it since, but only to consider how it had felt, the resisitance of bones, the sound of blood choking up the man’s throat. Aput had defended himself and his friends, and the soldier was Fire Nation; he didn’t feel guilty. But they had had this conversation with Tulok before. He had never quite gotten used to the horrors of war, not like the others had been forced to. He was too soft, he thought too hard. He knew what he had to do and he was willing to do it, but while the rest of them kept their sanity by driving it from their minds once the deed was done, Tulok lingered on it. Aput tried to understand, but all he saw was his friend tormenting himself.

Chena though... Chena didn’t understand, and he didn’t want to. The topic made him blind with rage every time, and now, Aput waited for it to hit shore.

“Are you fucking serious? You’ve been acting weird because you feel bad for some ashmaker? I’m sorry, Tulok, did you want us to stop the fight so we could send him off with a little prayer? Maybe wish him peace after a lifetime of wanting our people dead? Spirits, we are at war. We are at war because of them.”

“I’m scared of becoming as bad as them, that’s all.” Tulok said. He spoke so quietly, but he stared Chena down, and that was a feat in itself.

“Come on, let’s not do this.” Aput pleaded, getting between the two. “Please. It's too soon after Bato. We're all a bit out of it still. We just need some breathing room.”

Aput kicked Chena’s ankle, playful but still hard enough to try and say ‘not today'. Chena looked furious, but Tulok was not easy to argue with. He tended to just shut down, keeping things to himself in the future, and Chena knew that. He growled in frustration before storming off.

Aput sighed, and Tulok stared out at the ocean with a certain sadness in his eyes.

One thing no one talked about when it came to sailing through a warzone was that it was actually, for the most part, excruciatingly boring, until it wasn’t, and then it was terrifying, but it was mostly boring. Day after day of ocean surrounding them, doing the same chores with the same people, passing the time with the same games. Surprisingly, Nanook was always more vocal about his boredom than Tomkin, because the youngest crewman hadn’t forgotten how hard he fought to join them on this endeavour, and he certainly wouldn’t forget it to something like boredom. Today, him and Nanook were sat up in the crow’s nest, staring out at the endless blue that cupped their small ship. Nanook kicked his feet against the mainmast, sighing deeply.

“This is... peaceful.” Tomkin tried. It sounded more like a complaint.

“Bored.” Nanook said, and Tomkin deflated, forehead thunking to the wood in dejected agreement. A few moments passed in silence, before Tomkin perked up suddenly, grinning at Nanook.

“The rum stash-.”

“No.”

“But now’s the perfect time to do it!” Tomkin whined. “Everyone’s been distracted since Bato left. Come on, Nan.”

“Are you actually trying to take advantage of the Bato situation? Is that what this is?” Nanook asked, feigning bewilderment, but he wasn’t actually surprised. This was very normal behaviour for Tomkin, who habitually used his status as an orphan as a way to get out of chores.

Tomkin groaned. “Don’t call it ‘the Bato situation’, he’d love that.”

“You’re horrible.” Nanook snickered, knocking his shoulder against Tomkin’s. “I need new friends. Maybe less boring ones. Spirits, if you’re listening,” he tipped his head back to the sound of Tomkin’s squawk of offence, talking to the sky, “I need someone to be my friend. Someone interesting. Oh, like a bender! Maybe send me a bender. The nicest one you have.”

They laughed together at the ridiculousness of it, and a few days later, there was a firebender in the infirmary.

#yes that was a lilo and stitch reference at the end #nanook shouldve kept his mouth SHUT #but yeah i think it's super sweet seeing how different they all are now #like some of it is just seeing more of the war and in tom nook's case growing up a little #but a LOT of it was zuko #chena used to be a lot more close-minded and if u think he's quick tempered now just remember what he used to be like #and tulok always had this Issue but didn't really have any way of communicating it #like there's a lot of miscommunication between tulok and chena and aput doesn't get it either #and it took zuko for tulok to really untangle his thoughts #and then there's kanut just being super prickly and he wouldn't really leave the infirmary much #so chena aput and tulok's trio and also tom nook shows quite a big border if that makes sense #like they're all grouped off but zuko gave them this common enemy almost #literally they bonded over chatting shit about him and now we have this #ALSO even hakoda's fucked up relationship with responsibility! it's not something he's ever been able to talk about before #because while his friends would listen they aren't actually in a leadership role #whereas zuko was raised for that and had it forced upon him #idk i just think it's neat that they've all made each other grow not just the crew helping zuko #<333 #taob one-shots #taob #this one doesn't really have much direction/point to it but character-wise i think it's very interesting so suck it up <3

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Flower Boy // George Weasley x GN! Reader

Summary: AU where y/n is working at the tattoo shop, while their best friend is an owner of a flower shop. What happenes when expecting to see your best friend for lunch, you end up meeting a tall ginger man. Warnings: fluff, mention of food, tattoos, flowers, George being absolute charmer Word count: 1.7k a/n: enjoy this aboslute fluff of a fic!! and again, english is not my first language so if there are any mistakes please do not hestitate to let me know about it!! ' Evangeline ' is an oc of mine, so she might appear in some of my fics as a side charachter. Also credit to @bwbatta for the dividers!!

Being a tattoo artist was one of the things you were proudest of. It wasn't easy to become one after neglecting art for so many years during High School. But after your best friend opened her own flower shop, she helped you get your inspiration for art being constantly surrounded by flowers and stories of why people were getting flowers. You were happy with everything but not knowing that wasn't the end of your happiness. It all started when you were on your lunch break and decided to swing by your best friend's flower shop to visit her. Expecting to see a small blonde girl behind the counter, you were shocked to see a tall ginger man standing there instead. '' Hello, how can I help you today? '' When ginger looked up, he felt as if someone kicked all of the air from his lungs because before him stood a beautiful person with y/h/c hair and y/e/c eyes. Smiling at them as they approached the counter, they were even more beautiful up close. '' Hi, um I'm looking for Evangeline? I didn't know she hired someone new. '' Ginger laughed, nodding his head. '' Ah yes, I'm only here temporarily. Unfortunately, you just missed her, she left to go on a lunch break with my uglier twin. '' You only laughed at that. '' Too bad, but can you please let her know that y/n looked for her? '' He nodded. '' I'll let her know. I'm George by the way. If you ever wanna ask her for me. '' George wiggled his eyebrows, making you shook your head. '' It was nice meeting you, but I have to go now. Please don't break any of her flowers she's not afraid to commit murder if you break something in her shop. '' his eyes widen, making you laugh as you were leaving but his voice stopped you. '' Hey! You come here often? '' he asks '' Considering I use to work here and my best friend owns it, yes. '' and with that, you left the shop, heading back to your workplace.

As the clock turned changed time to 8 pm, you relaxed finally going home after a stressful day. Just as you were open the door, Evangeline barged in. '' Hello, heard you've been looking for me. '' She grinned at her best friend, attacking them with a hug. '' Hello to you too,'' you said returning the hug '' I see the tall ginger you failed to mention to me kept his word. '' smirk appearing in the corner of your mouth as you recall your encounter with him from earlier today. '' It seemed to me you left a trance on Georgie boy. '' Evangeline wiggled her eyebrows, making you laugh '' You can't do that to me, I wanted to have lunch with my best friend only to find she ditched me for and I quote the ginger man '' uglier twin '', leaving me to get almost a heart attack. For a second I thought I walked into a wrong shop. '' Both of you walked out of the shop, heading towards your apartment. '' Speaking of that date, you also failed to mention you were dating someone, and here I thought we tell each other everything, tsk tsk. I'm disappointed. '' you nudged her, blush creeping on her cheeks. '' Oh my god are you blushing? He's making you blush just by thinking of him? You need to tell me about him. '' and so she did. She told you how his name is Fred and along with his twin, he has 6 siblings, making both of them the middle children. It was very interesting to know about a man who took an interest in my best friend. Deciding she'll spend the night at yours, you both got cosy into pyjamas and watched movies until you both crashed. The next morning you went together to work, letting you know she'll come to your work for the lunch break. So when your lunch break came, you didn't expect her to walk in with the same ginger man from yesterday. '' y/n/n, I brought us a bodyguard to keep us safe during our lunch break. '' grin played on her lips, making you shake your head. '' Yeah because we're so in danger that someone is gonna try and kill us while eating Taco Bell. '' George snorted, making you look at him. He looked even cuter than yesterday if that's even possible. Maybe there was something in gingers that you'd yet to discover that makes them so attractive. '' So flower boy, what do you do when you're not being a bodyguard or taking care of Evie's flower shop. '' he was grinning at the nickname. '' I own a joke shop with my brother, but we're currently redecorating inside so we had to close it for a week or two. '' An attractive businessman, that's a first one you snorted to yourself. Spending an hour with two of them, turned into a mostly back and forth conversation between George and you. Soon Evie had to leave, her lunch break coming to an end. To your surprise, George asked you if he could stay for a bit longer, which you said yes to since you had no client for another hour. He asked you about your art style, which, according to George made your eyes sparkle up with happiness, making him chuckle when you started to ramble not even noticing. '' You're rambling. '' he chuckled making you blush a little. '' Sorry, sometimes I can get carried away without even noticing. '' George smiled, taking your hand in his, making you look at him. '' Don't apologise, it's adorable. '' blushing even harder, you looked at the clock making you realise that in 15 minutes your client should be coming. '' Oh shit I didn't even realise how much time has passed already, I have to prepare for the next client. But hey if you ever want a tattoo you know where to come. '' You said and with that, you disappeared somewhere behind in the storage, kind of hiding from flower boy, because he's starting to make you feel things you haven't felt before.

Everything was happening so fast, in the next few days he kept coming either alone or in a company of Evangeline. She knew what she was doing and she was enjoying it. You even got to meet Fred, him wanting to meet the fascinating best friend of his girlfriend and the person who his brother can't seem to stop talking about. So when George asked you out, you said yes having nothing to lose. Deciding on a picnic, both of you packed some food, and he picked you up after work, leading you to a park. He prepared a blanket and put down the baskets where food and drinks were, sitting down and relaxing. '' How was your day? '' you began the conversation. '' It was good, mostly spent the entire day thinking of what to bring for our date tonight. '' a smile appeared on his face. '' How was yours? Any interesting tattoos you did? '' so you told him about this older guy who had half of his back tattooed with some weird game character, which made him laugh. Looking up at the sky, it looked amazing. '' Isn't the view beautiful? '' a grin played on your lips as you looked at the stars. George was only looking at you, and how beautiful you looked under the stars. If he wasn't already falling, he definitely would've now. '' Yeah, it couldn't be more beautiful. '' you looked at him and he was looking at you. '' Stop looking at me like that! '' He grinned at you, placing a hand on your cheek. '' Like what? '' he said softly while looking you in the eyes. '' L-like I've placed all the stars in the sky as if I'm the most unique thing on this planet. '' you were avoiding his eyes, knowing you wouldn't be able to breathe if you do. George had other plans, because he softly placed finger under your chin, making you look up at him. His eyes were filled with so much adoration, making you get lost in them. '' I've been looking at you like that ever since we first met, darling. I've grown quite fond of you from the first time our eyes met. '' a smile was spread on both of your lips '' God how much I love seeing you smile. I like you so much, love. '' placing your hands on both of his cheeks '' Can I tell you something? '' you said quietly almost a whisper. '' You can tell me anything. '' ''I like you too flower boy. '' even bigger smile was on his lips. '' Could you say it again? '' you furrowed your eyebrows. '' Were you not listening? '' he shook his head. ' No, I was, I just like the sound of your voice. '' you shook your head at his goofiness. '' Can you kiss me? '' a grin appeared on his lips '' Thought you'd never ask. '' and with that, he placed his soft lips on top of yours, lips mending with each other. It was like fireworks exploded inside you, from how much happiness you felt in this moment. Everything was perfect.

The next day you decided to visit Evangeline in the shop, expecting to see I guy you've grown s much fond of. And there he was stood with Fred and Evangeline, his beautiful smile playing on his lips. '' Hello, hope I'm not interrupting a big secret meeting. '' you joked as you approached them. George pulled you in his embrace, placing a small kiss on your temple as he sneaked an arm around your shoulder. '' Of course not love. '' you smiled at him, starting a conversation with him, not noticing how Fred and Evangeline were looking at the two of you. '' I haven't seen her smile like that in ages. '' Evie said, '' Hey flower boy, '' Fred began only to be shot by a dirty look by you. '' Hey, only I can call him that,'' you said and with that making everyone laugh including yourself. This is the happiest you've been in forever, and you could only hope it could stay like this forever.

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