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disastrous-table · 2 months ago
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Okay it’s been too long and it might be late but
to whoever the anon was in my asks that wanted a reader x Xiao with a bit of angst and fluff cuz bro forgot reader’s birthday, I’m sorry. I tried to come up with ideas and trust me I have (7 scrapped openings/writtings) over the time the ask has been rotting there but it was too vague and I just could not cook
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anundyingfidelity · 5 months ago
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DO YOU HATE ME THAT MUCH? — Billy Butcher
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Summary: Butcher gives orders for you to stay back from the fight. You hardly comply and prove differently; he starts thinking in a very improper manner about you.
Pairing: Billy Butcher x female!supe reader.
Word count: 2k.
Warnings: smut!! hate sex, unprotected sex, fingering, enemies to fuck buddies, reader can control blood and explode shit (like Victoria Neuman lol), the usual mentions of violence.
Notes: this is a request made by @thatcharmingmushroom for my 400 followers drabbles celebration. I'm sorry I took soooo damn long on this, but I hope you like it and thank you so much for the idea because I had so much fun with it! I picked the Herogasm episode for this tho hehe
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On the hunt for Payback, you made your way to infiltrate Herogasm along with Butcher, Hughie and the new asshole, Soldier Boy, not caring that the British dick ordered you a thousand times to stay back.
For different reasons, you were kind of forced to stay with the team, and while you didn’t really get along with any of them, Butcher was by far the one you hated the most. And, in the end, when Soldier Boy burned the whole place to the ground with a blast and Homelander arrived, you couldn’t stand there doing nothing. While the three men tried to hold down Homelander, you used your blood to create strong whips around his limbs, trying to tie him to the ground as Soldier Boy prepared to blast, yet again.
But just in seconds, Homelander recharged himself and pushed them all aside, cutting your whips, and flashing you quickly with his heat vision before storming out. Your blood blades barely made it to the hole he left in the roof as the supe just disappeared, flying away like a scared bitch.
“Well,” you started after an instant of staying silent. “I guess we fucking failed.”
Butcher shot you a dark glare as he walked straight until he stopped in front of you. “You shouldn’t be here,” he whispered.
You held his eyes as he towered you with his broad figure. He looked even more intimidating now he started playing the supe, injecting himself with Compund V. “I don’t care.”
There was this smug smirk on his face as you talked back. You knew he hated you; you knew you hated him. But as fucking weird your powers were, controling blood and exploding people with their own, Butcher found you interesting and stupidly astonishing. But of course, he wasn’t going to admit it. They were just intrusive thoughts about you and how hot you were, defying his direct orders of strictly not coming to the supe-orgy. Yeah, Homelander was a fucking cunt, and he would take care of Soldier Boy soon too. Right now, he just needed something to take the stress out after another stupid failure. His hand would work later once back at the motel, he decided.
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Butcher leaned down, until his lips almost brushed the shell of your ear. “We’ll see about that.”
“Why do I have to keep listening to you?” you asked as Butcher followed back to the motel.
You stopped right out of your door, because of course you weren’t going to share a room with him and the old asshole. Hughie, who went inside their room, was the only decent human being between all of them, but still, you had to take care of yourself from those fuckers. Besides, the British idiot wouldn’t stop the verbal vomiting the whole fucking trip and you were growing sick of it.
“Because, for starters, you’re a fucking newbie here,” Butcher replied, smirking hatefully. “And second, your powers are fucking out of control. You need training and keep your mouth shut.”
You rolled your eyes, showing him your wrists. “I already healed myself from the cuts I made. Perhaps I should use your blood next time?”
“No, there’s no next time for you.”
“You don’t decide that, Butcher,” you crossed your arms over your chest, tired of being treated like a stupid kid. “I’m helping on this, I want him dead. And if any of you idiots don’t kill him, then I will.”
He curved an eyebrow, not showing any signs of being taken aback at your words, but inside, he was just in awe as before. You really hated Homelander as much as he did, however, you didn’t have a fucking plan. You would attack first, ask questions later. In any way, since when could he care about that? He had no idea.
“Hey,” Soldier Boy talked behind Butcher and stepped in closer between both of you. “You fucking stay back from this, you ain’t doing shit with your blood whips.”
Furious, you motioned your hand to draw fresh blood from a wound on his cheek and created a sharp blade, cutting his skin lightly. Soldier Boy clenched his jaw before smirking at you.
“Talk to me like that ever again and I’ll blow your dick, and not the way you like it,” you warned through your teeth.
Soldier Boy wiped the blood off the fresh wound, and smiled anew before patting Butcher on the shoulder. “She’s all yours, pal.”
With that, the old supe disappeared in the next room. You just wanted this to be over, so you turned around to get inside your room, but Butcher wouldn’t leave you alone just yet, putting his foot between the door and the frame, holding it with his super strength.
“What the fuck you want now?!” you yelled at him as he made his way inside, slamming the door closed.
“Imma have to call the fucking CIA if you don’t calm down your ass,” he threatened between his teeth.
“You wouldn’t-”
“I can, and I fucking will,” he insisted, taking slow strides, making you step back from him until your back met the wall.
His eyes were getting dangerously dark and you could smell the sweat and dry blood coming from him. You noticed his pulse was increasing, and you grinned. Your mind jumped to an unsafe place where you probably knew what Butcher was feeling right now. The heat and coming down the high of what could have been the end of both yours and his enemy was too much to burden. Little did he know that you were the kind of person that used to take out the stress with something, or someone. Just like him.
“From one to ten, how much do you hate me?” you asked all of the sudden, looking straight into his eyes.
Butcher’s fierceful gaze turned into confusion. “What?”
“How fucking much do you hate me?” you repeated yourself steadier.
Butcher rolled his eyes before answering in a whisper. “I’d choose a one thousand scale for that.”
“Good, I hate you too,” you replied with a smirk before pulling him for a kiss that turned heated too fast, but you didn’t care.
You needed release. Something quick, hard and hot to take it out of your system. He was perfect for the task, and by the way his tongue tasted your mouth, you found out that he wouldn’t step back. At least you hoped so. The tension between both of you was so damn sharp and it was just a matter of time for that bomb to explode, and you preferred it this way instead of fighting each other to death.
Gripping the neck of his shirt to get even closer as you kissed, Butcher’s hands roamed all over your hips, running on your sides until he met the flesh of your ass on your jeans, pressing you towards his chest. You gasped against his mouth when he started to unzip your pants, you worked immediately on the buttons of his shirt. Desperately, you discharged his shirt, the fabric being followed to his pants, and he undressed you with the same eagerness until you were only panties and bra.
Butcher lifted you up from the ground, hands on your thighs as he guided you to the mattress. He crawled on top of you, spreading your legs with his big, rough hands and leaning down to lick down at your chest and rip your bra off. His action made you gasp out loud at the same time he sucked on a nipple like a starved man.
“You're a fucking beast,” you whimpered, feeling his hands peeling off your panties and leaving you completely exposed at his mercy.
You tugged at his jeans and he pulled them down along with his boxers as quickly as he could, taking out his dick with that smug smile on his stupid face. He noticed your eyes taking the sight of his half nakedness, biting your lip slightly once you focused on his hard cock pressing on your crotch. It only made you wet.
“Well, I plan to fuck you like one,” he said, grabbing the back of your legs and rubbing the tip of his cock against your wet folds.
“Show me, don’t talk- fuck!”
You let out a rather loud moan when he rubbed your clit with his fingers, playing with your entrance until he inserted a single, thick digit in your pussy. Butcher stretched you out with a finger, then slid a second one, scissoring them to reach your deepest spots as your walls clenched around his digits. You kept whimpering and moaning as he increased the thrusts of his hand.
“Bloody fuck, these are the only sounds I like coming from your mouth, luv,” he hissed, sensing that you almost came on his fingers.
Right before you reached your high, he pulled out and you groaned in annoyance, feeling empty once again.
“Shit,” you breathed out.
He positioned between your legs anew, getting comfortable as he started to push his tip against your slit. The grip of his hands on your thighs became a little harsh once he entered you slowly, the thickness of his cock splitting you open.
“What a tight cunt I always knew you’d be,” he grunted, filling you up completely and leaning down to mark your neck with his teeth.
His mouth and thrusts earned him your sweet moans as he fucked you senseless. The burning soon turned into pleasure. Your nails scratched his back while moaning incoherent words. His hands on your thighs would leave marks on your skin, but it felt so damn good. You needed a little bit of pain to remind you that you were alive, rotting for that sweet bliss only sex could give you.
Moans escaped from your throat and mingled with his deep groans and the sound of your skin against his own, the headboard of the bed hitting the wall with every of his hard thrusts. You pulled him down for a wet kiss when you felt closer and closer to come undone.
“Fuck, I’m so close,” you gasped.
Butcher increased the rhythm of his thrusts, his cock throbbing as your walls started to clench around him.
“You’ll be the death of me,” he mumbled against your mouth.
“Do you still hate me?” you asked, trying to catch your breath. You reached down to rub your clit. You were so close, almost there.
“If I keep fucking you like this then I might change my mind- holy fuck!”
In that moment, you came hard with a string of curses and clenching your walls around his cock. The pound of his hips increased and he fucked you through your orgasm to reach his own. You continued rubbing your clit, fingers finding the place where you two connected, meeting his cock coated with your juices when he pulled out just slightly to slam back inside again.
Butcher emptied his cum inside you, mumbling dirty words against your ear. His rhythm slowing down eventually, fucking his seed in your pussy. Once he came down from his high, he pulled out and rolled by your side on the bed. Your body started to ache but in the best way possible. It was the best fuck you had in a long time. After a couple of minutes in complete silence you decided to talk, eyes fixed on the ceiling.
“I hope you keep hating on me…”
He turned slightly to see your blank face. “Why?”
“I love hate-fucking.”
He scoffed with a smile curving on his lips. “You bet I enjoyed this too.”
Within a second, you climbed on top of him. Thighs straddling his lap as you rubbed your cunt on his soft cock.
“Second round? You can eat me out and suck your cum out of me,” you gave him a wink, rolling your hips and leaning down for a quick kiss.
“Dirty girl,” Butcher whispered on your lips. “Perhaps put your mouth into good use.”
“I like how that sounds,” you smiled back at him.
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Billy Butcher taglist
@delaynew
@thesilmarillionblog
@feyresqueen
@drasticemotions
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archiveofvirtue · 1 month ago
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pov: you’re jensen ackles’ controversially younger girlfriend ᡣ𐭩
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youruser
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youruser mentally still here 🇮🇹
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genpadalecki best getaway I’ve had in a long time 🙌🏼 miss u love.
youruser miss u more! need the sun sizzling on my skin again 😩
casgirl777 stop this is actually so cute
urfavewinchester need a love like jared and gen’s
jacklesfan real 🙏🏼
girlblogger is this too much to ask? 😭
destiel4ever literally obsessed with their friendship
yourbestiesuser im so jelly 😤 take me next time
youruser bet. J is already planning the next trip 🤭
edensflowers god..its me again..
jensenackles
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jensenackles sip n’ dip 🍷
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jacklesfan1 help im loosing my sanity
dreamerthings she def likes her men like her wine..aged
youruser girl- 😭 lowkey accurate tho
jensenackles did u just call me old?
youruser id rather call it ripe
spnsuper3 she is so unhinged omg-
beausling *rattling on my enclosure*
girlblogzz she is so beautiful
greatgreatjensen right? no wonder she pulled him
y/n_defender the way he’s posting her sm *chef’s kiss*
youruser
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youruser back in business 😎
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yourbestiesuser babygirl is back in town 😽
youruser coming over rn 🏃🏃
fairydreamz do i wanna be her or be with her?
girlwithablog living for the amount of jensen content
jacklesfan1 everyone say thank you y/n
spnfan_1 isn’t she a bit too young for him?
j2enthusiast haven’t we been over this a million times now? 😐
y/n_defender can we stop acting like they aren’t grown adults who can make their own decisions?
casmybbgirl power couple right here
jensenackles
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jensenackles @/youruser said i look BBG in these. idk what that means but here ya go!
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hellrider46 idk what this man eats but goddamn
youruser oh u surely look so bbg babe 😝
jaredultras why did u do this to him? 😭😭
youruser shhh..
jensenackles do what?
gibson_g1rl y/n serving cunt all day, every day
superunnatural his posts are giving me life
jackjpad2 he’s been so active since he started dating y/n 🤭
angelg1rl that should be me
destielsempire pls someone take his phone away or ill have a heart attack
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hope u enjoyed this version 🎀
feedback and requests are greatly appreciated!
tags: @gibson-g1rl @beausling @nuemanfilms @lailawinchesterr @nxptvn @alluvthegurlz @angelicjackles @nourties
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rubyvhs · 1 month ago
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—✧ you’re jensen ackles’ middle eastern girlfriend
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yourusername weekend
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urfriend okay who’s that??
yourusername 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️
urbsfusername lana the love of my life. best fucking concert ever.
yourusername my fav girl🎀
randomacc guys tell me if im crazy but that’s jensen ackles right?
jensenfan yeah he and jared were at a concert a month ago or something and lots of people recognized them she probably got a pic
workfriend really? cause the last pic kinda looks like him
jackleslover nah it doesn’t, he hasn’t cut his hair
yoursibling lana del ray? i’m going to kill you bitch why wasn’t i invited
yourusername cause you’re in another country?
yoursibling fly my ass over to there.
chadmichealmurray can’t wait for the next celebration, you’ve come so far!
yourusername love u and miss u!!
sophialacorte my aesthetic queen
yourusername my baby girl💋
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yourusername double date w/ @/chadmichaelmureay & @/sarahmurray missed you both🩷
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chadfan i’ll never understand how she gets to meet all these people
onetreehill she’s mark’s daughter
chadfan one tree hill director? shit
chadmichaelmurray can’t wait to do it with both of you again soon
rabdomacc i KNOW that’s jensen ackles
jacklesfan maybe? highly unlikely, he doesn’t know any of the one tree hill actors except danneel and she wasn’t with them
sarahmurray love u both to pieces
yourusername love u more!!
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jensenackles had a great time in such a beautiful country, can’t wait to come back, egypt
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jaredpadalecki can’t wait for a con there one time
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lailawinchesterr i can’t either, jared, i can’t either.
urbsfusername gorgeous
jacklesfan he’s in egypt now? that’s so random doesn’t he start filming for soldier boy soon?
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yourusername i’m back home❤️‍🩹
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jacklesfan @/jensensckles
randomacc that’s so farfetched
hilarieburton so so beautiful, we need you back soon!
yourusername if y’all don’t fly out here we’re gonna have problems @/hilarieburton @/sophiabush @/bethlenz
sohpiabush how about you come back to vancouver
bethlenz can’t wait to see you at the tree hill game babe
jensacklfan no way that isn’t jensen
randomfan from what? his feet?
jensacklfan bitch yeah you aren’t a real fan if you don’t know him from just his feet + he also posted that he was in egypt a week ago?? why would he go there?? and i looked through her acc
gossipgirl oooh did your research, doesn’t make sense why he’s with her tho
lovesgossip her daddy’s rich, probably met at a con or something
jefferydeanmorgan beautiful
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yourusername best weekend w/ my girls (& jared) @/lanadelray @/genpadalecki @/sophialacorte
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sophialacorte miss u already
genpadalecki need that picture!!
yourusername nuh uh, i’m still mad he kept us waiting @/jaredpadalecki
jaredpadalecki you have something to say say it to my face tomorrow
yourusername bro bet.
gossipboy there’s no way she was out with gen & jared and doesn’t know jensen
userfive why are you guys so fucking obsessed with jensen ackles, he’s just another guy
jackleslover another guy?? what’s wrong with you? if he’s with someone it’s ending half the population.
usertwo unfortunately i agree with them
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yourusername soft launch who?
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jensenackles soft what?
yourusername it’s okay, at least you didn’t post like i told you to
genpadalecki my favorite two💗
yourusername love you! can’t wait to see you tomorrow
hilarieburton so cute
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jacklesfan fucking called it
randomacc still makes no sense
anotherone shes living that life
fanaccount how old is she?
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so… this is way too long. hope y’all like it anyways! also i remembered half way that danneel acted in one tree him i swear to god it was accidental😭😭
@anu-piyakya97
+ tell me if u wanna be tagged🎀
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niki-phoria · 1 year ago
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Hii !! Can you do a Yeonjun x gn reader where yeonjun wakes up in the middle of the night bc of a coughing attack, and you comfort him bc he started crying cause he thought he was going to die >_< ( It’s actually based on true events tho, he catched a cold recently and he said all that, even that he couldn’t talk well bc he was coughing so much, so I really wanted to take care of him and give him a hug after he said that so I had this idea and found your blog hehe) Take your time and please take care, thank you so much <3333
⋆。°✩ choi line reaction - taking care of them when they're sick
includes: established relationship, yeonjun cries kinda, samgteyang is a chicken soup, gen sickfic warnings lol
a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))
gn reader (no pronouns used)
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⋆。°✩ yeonjun
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you stir awake from the noise of incessant coughing piercing through the previous silence lingering in your bedroom. slightly annoyed, you sit up, squinting into the darkness. 
just barely illuminated by the moonlight you can see yeonjun sitting up in your shared bed, body hunched over from a coughing fit. “jun?” you whisper, now fully awake. tears sting at the corners of his eyes as he takes in short breaths between coughs. 
you reach up to cup his cheek, brushing your thumb against his skin. you wipe away the stray tears that escape his eyes, checking him over as well as you can in the darkness. “are you okay?”
“‘m fine,” he rasps out. 
you furrow your eyebrows, leaning over to press a kiss against the crown of yeonjun’s forehead before momentarily slipping out from underneath the covers to grab him a glass of water. he accepts it with a grateful smile as you slide back beside him. 
yeonjun is quick to follow your lead, setting the glass down before leaning over to rest his head against your chest. you brush your hands through his soft hair, occasionally twisting the strands between your fingers. 
yeonjun lets out a small sigh of content as he nuzzles even closer to you so he can hear your heartbeat. “get some rest, love,” you whisper. his breathing slowly begins to even out until he eventually falls into a now peaceful sleep.
⋆。°✩ soobin
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soobin sniffles as he nuzzles his head a little closer to you; hiding his face into the crook of your neck. his arms wrap lazily around your waist, keeping your bodies nearly pressed together at all times despite the inconvenience and his overall sickness. 
“bin,” you murmur, eyes still focused on cutting up a carrot to add into the samgyetang boiling on the stove. your boyfriend barely hums in response. his eyes remain closed as he leans his body weight against you. “you should go sit down. you need rest.”
he simply whines, nuzzling even closer. “i need you.”
you smile to yourself as you carefully step over to the stove to add the carrots to the broth with your boyfriend in tow. the aroma of boiled chicken and various spices spread throughout your shared apartment. it’s almost comforting to take care of soobin. intimate. 
turning the heat down to let the soup simmer, you twist around to face him. the blanket you had gingerly wrapped around his shoulders earlier that morning has now slipped down his body so it barely covers his torso. you reach up to readjust it before wrapping an arm around his waist. 
“come on,” you murmur. “the samgyetang needs time to boil. let’s go get some rest.”
⋆。°✩ beomgyu
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(word count 238) i'm obsessed with him here he's so kdfndslknds
“y/n?” beomgyu rasps out as he stumbles through your shared apartment. you can hear his footsteps as he slowly approaches, using the wall to support his body. 
“gyu,” you leave the kettle on the stove to boil as you rush to his side. beomgyu immediately drapes his body against yours, letting you hold him up. you wrap an arm around his waist, carefully coaxing him to move over and lay down on your couch. “what are you doing up?”
“you were gone,” beomgyu mumbles. he shifts so his body is nearly entirely on top of yours; knees pressed against either side of your hips to pin you in place. you chuckle as he leans down to rest his head in the crook of your neck.
“i went to make you some tea.” you slip your hand underneath his shirt, gently rubbing it against his overly warm skin. beomgyu presses a kiss against the exposed skin of your neck in return. you can almost feel him smiling against you. “how’s your throat feeling?”
“a little better,” he whispers. you softly smile, pulling him even closer so his body is fully relaxed against you. 
“good.” you push his fringe back just enough to press a kiss against the crown of his head. “i’ll let you know when the tea is done and then we can make some samgyetang, okay?”
“okay,” beomgyu whispers. “i love you.”
“i love you too.”
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tarot-bimbo · 6 months ago
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Pick a pile (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)
What does your future spouse look like? part 2
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Pile 1
I see that your person could be from the UK! A buzzed head might be dyed red or green they also might have green eyes. I see them mostly rocking retro clothing. Probably thrift a lot and might even take you with them. They could be quite tall I am seeing 5'9.
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Pile 2
I see that your person might be from Ireland or Rome , around Ireland/Rome The family could even be from there. Your person is actually short 4ft-5ft this person could also have very light eyes. Like blue or gray. They could change their fashion up a lot you will never see them in the same outfit twice
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Pile 3
I see that your person is Black but not American American because I am hearing they are from France or Canada even , I am seeing that they are tall or just taller than you they could workout a lot too . They could have brown eyes or black almost there is something about the shape of their eye that you will fall in love with. I am seeing a low cut style they could have waves but dyed a different color.
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This person could be from Mexico I am seeing someone who dresses in culture ( sorry I don't know the best way to word it) like they are heavy on their culture and they follow everything that comes along with it. They could also have short hair and like the color red or wear it a lot. Y'all could be the same height. This person takes their shoes very seriously like they are a HUGE shoe nerd/geek and they could have plenty of shoes. If you want to make this person cry buy them some shoes they have been wanting.
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Pile 5
This person could be from Hawaii 🥴 they could have long hair even a traditional arm tattoo. They could even have a tattoo on their back. They definitely love to show their skin, they could wear a lot of open shirts and go to the beach and surf a lot too. Big foodie tho they would eat anything and they could surprise you some times. Definitely knows how to hold their liquor and their ground I hear.
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I am seeing your person could be from India/Asia. They could wear a lot of sandals and stuff. I don't think they know how to dress so well 🤣 you will definitely have to help them find a scene of fashion. They could be very tall maybe 6ft or taller. They could wear glasses. This person is more quiet and laid back they don't worry too much about anything. Long eye lashes thick lips slender eyes.
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America this person is definitely from America I could hear them talk but they sound like gen z a lot of slang and stuff. Definitely dresses like a white man 🤣 sorry but this person is very basic I see they love sports too they definitely never misses a game might wear joggers a lot. I don't think they care too much in their appearance I think people just flock to them anyways. They love wearing hats too.
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spencer-sweets · 3 months ago
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Marvel Fic Recs | Peter Parker/Wade Wilson
so i have been a part of the spideypool fandom on and off since... 2019? some of these are really old and I might not remember details other than I thought it was great at the time - and when i started reading spideypool i didn't bookmark as liberally as i do today. got back into it after Deadpool and Wolverine (feel free to send me fics you think will get me more into that ship). How well these stand up against the test of time... can't be certain on all of them but at least they brought me joy the first or second time around.
let me explain by jilliancares Gen 8,505 Wade scoffs, shaking his head and elbowing Peter in the side. “Sure,” he says, sarcastic. “That’s why your spidey-sense doesn’t see me.” Peter’s on the verge of laughing, wanting to join Wade in his amusement, but he freezes. His entire body goes still. He finds himself staring at a roof three buildings over, not even looking at anything. Two blocks away, a car alarm finally shuts off. “I never told you that,” Peter says, the realization startling him. Or: Peter's starting to realize just how much Wade knows about him.
this was cute and fluffy.
I'm Something of a Scientist Myself by fancastical Explicit 11,422 Wade decides to start dousing himself in various synthetic spider sex pheromones before meeting up with Spidey, because why wouldn't he? They have some… interesting results. Wade feels downright scientific.
its smut but wacky. as i noted in my bookmark (very rare of me) "Fucking awesome and I dont usually bookmark pure smut... However there was so much effort put into this one it is definitely going down in history."
Freefall by Wilt Explicit 37,557 It's been a long time since Peter took off his mask in front of someone he loved, cracked a nervous smile and said, “This is me”. He swore to himself he'd never do it again, and he's been making a good run of it by spending more time as Spiderman than Peter Parker for the past few years. But for some reason, being Spiderman also means spending a lot of time around Deadpool. And, like clockwork, that same old turmoil comes creeping back again.
i bookmarked this in April of 22' (gonna re-read it and i'll update this). its got mutual pining and an identity reveal tho so its kind of hard to fuck that up.
Allostasis by ruralfishingcat Mature 42,434 Peter had a tendency to put up walls to isolate himself; even as Spider-Man, he could only suffer through so much death and destruction. It was precautionary, really, and those he'd pushed away would thank him were they aware of the circumstances. Of course, Deadpool had his own tendencies, one of which was to break down said walls (fourth ones included). As grating as it was, a small sliver of Peter hoped the mercenary would be able to succeed.
no memory of this but i bookmarked it back in 2022 and i didn't bookmark much back then.
fall out, boy, so i can fall in(to you) by TheMadKatter13 Explicit 81,041 Deadpool keeps having sex with Peter and Peter… Peter keeps letting him.
smut... pure smut.. with a side of plot and pining
we're on a highway to hell (with a little bit of heaven) by dabblingwithwords Mature (I would say Explicit) 107,557 Hydra has had Peter in their custody for three years. Deadpool is hired to break him out. Throw in an alien symbiote, motels, and superhero explosions and things get gay.
I don't remember a lot of the details of this fic but it is THE spideypool fic for me. this fic stuck with me for so long. i read it when i first got into spideypool - then the second time around - and i might read it again it was that good.
Dissonance by stuckybarnes Mature 121,395 Wherein Deadpool is reluctantly hired to protect Peter Parker from an organization out to hunt him, with varying success on both ends and quite a lot of feelings, revelations, and identity crises.
i recently re-read this and its fun. its a bodyguard fic with spideypool and secret identities.
Dead Men Walking (series) by doctorestranged Explicit 235,937 When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.
I remember very little about this series other than this made me spend a week hyperfixating on book binding because i was willing to kill to get my hands on a physical copy of this.
The Amazing Deadpool by harrytiptoe Mature 481,270 Basically a rewrite of the first Deadpool movie mixed with The Amazing Spider-Man movies (AKA what if they were the love interest in each other’s movies). What if Wade had changed his plan and Peter had been the one delivering pizza to Jeremy the stalker.
hear me out on this one - it set pre-deadpool and during the amazing spider-man. its a self indulgent fic for those who wanted to see more of mercenary wade wilson who threatens the pizza guy and more gayness from tasm. the sequel does go into deadpool 1 but it hasn't been finished yet. this is an epic length fic that i have finished twice and started over again i love it that much but its definitely not for everyone. its got a weird age gap with peter being 18 and not out of high school and i know some people don't like wade with no scars. don't come at me lol.
thats all for now folks.. will probably update this in the future
originally posted: 8/13/2024
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mci-writing · 11 months ago
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I saw this in comment but Ryusui with a fem!s/o who was put in spy team to infiltrate the inner palace 😳 He obvi thinks that you were pretty before but being put in cute clothes and having your hair done would def make him go feral teehee
My first Ryuusui thing sjsjsjsj slaaaay-
I hope I do him Justice and I hope you enjoy reading these headcanons m(_ _)m
Ryusui’s Gem is On The Infiltration Team (Nanami Ryuusui x Reader):
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When he’s first revived again, he’s a little too focused on retrieving the others to really focus on that aspect of the mission. He does immediately notice you, Kohaku, and Ginrou missing tho,,,
Even when you slide in with Amaryllis after Kohaku and Ginrou’s petrification, he’s a little busy to fully take in your new look
He doesn’t pass up the chance to get closer to you during Gen’s attempts to manipulate Mozu, taking up the space between you and the conversation and lacing your fingers together
He’s not used to seeing you so dressed up and he’ll be sure to keep you as such once humanity starts reaching its past levels (but don’t be surprised in the future when he suddenly gifts you extravagant outfits and makeup that perfectly matches your complexion)
He finds his eyes gravitating to you quite often, taking in as much of the look as he can while also trying to keep his mind on the mission
Of course, he isn’t shy to come whisper compliments in your ear and hold you close in between work, even at some points proudly proclaiming how outstandingly beautiful his encrusted gem is (No one is amused)
He makes you promise to let him dress you up more after you guys get back to home base, practically begs on his hands and knees, and you don’t have the heart to tell him no
His affectionate callings take on a new meaning after the Soyuz incident when you’re draped head to toe and in the most beautiful garbs Dracos can buy (and Yuzuriha can make with her limited supplies (;゙°´ω°´))
No one is surprised when he’s got you at constant arm’s length on the trip back. You’re either wrapped in his arms or settled into his space, despite him controlling the ship back
He says it’s his reward, but you’re more than positive you would’ve been settled up like this regardless of how everything played out
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zaimta · 2 years ago
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Hi i saw your requests was open and wanted to ask if you could do a fire force benimaru x fem reader bath nsfw oneshot/fic if possible with the reader being a second gen just getting back from helping company 8 with a tough mission (sorry if thats a lot)
a/n- no nsfw the most i can do is suggestive/spicy (i hope fr) but imma still write this out bc i love fire force, it's sfw tho i hope that's okay!
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you stretched your sore body after a long day of assisting the eighth, they needed some extra help around their derestriction. a product from their “investigation” left a ranging infernal in its wake, as a second-gen your powers came in clutch. you assisted maki with fire control, and at times you were on the front lines assisting their third gens as power support. it was a long and exhausting battle once it was over you were overjoyed and immediately collapsed to the floor to catch your breath.
the eighth's captain squatted next to you with a smile "need a hand there y/n?" he extended his hand to you which you gladly took, slowly sitting up with a slight pain in your core "thanks." you returned the smile he sent you "after this, I need along relaxing bath." he chuckled at your comment "I hear ya! hey, thanks for your help again y/n we couldn't thank you enough." you waved your hand dismissively with a smile "it's nothing really, i'm sorry beni couldn't make it though i'm glad I was able to help you guys enough though."
"dont sweat it were glad to have such powerful allies like you guys at the seventh." he nodded his head towards the matchbox "let's get you home, that bath is waiting for ya."
the car ride was a calming change compared to the battle you went through, you had a good time getting to know the members of the company you were allied with but all good things must come to an end as the matchbox pulled up to asakusa, you waved goodbye to you allies and walked to your home longing for relaxation.
the second you stepped foot into your home you were greeted by hina and hika who ran around your legs in circles "she's back! she's back! waka get your lazy ass up shes back!!" they shouted in unison with excitement, you also made a mental note to yourself to keep beni way from the twins for a while his language was starting to rub off on them.
you kneeled down and opened your arms to hug both of them, they gladly jumped into your arms with wide smiles "what were my two favorite troublemakers up to while i was gone? i hope you didn't give beni too much trouble."
hina shook her head "we were on our best behavior n/n i promise-"
"my ass." a brash voice interrupted her, at the sound of his voice the twins scattered running in different directions with impish giggles. you rolled your eyes with a grin at the sound of his voice "benimaru don't tell me the twins gave you a hard time." you teased him with a smile on your face.
"they were nothing more than a pain in my ass." you giggled at his frustration with the twins, normally they would listen to him more than anyone else you assumed they felt like messing with him a bit today "you need a break as much as i do, let's go to the hot spring i was heading there after i stopped by." you lace your fingers with his and lead him to the bathhouse so the two of you could get washed up first. he helped lather up your body with soap in comfortable silence a few moments went by before he said something "how was your mission with the eighth?"
you sighed "it took everything out of me, but i did enjoy working with them they're an interesting bunch!" you smiled.
"thats one way to put it huh." he continues to lather your body and you roll your eyes at him, in return he pinches your side. you rubbed circles on the spot he pinched unaware of how he saw you rolling your eyes if your back was facing him.
once you were cleaned off the two of you took a dip in the hot spring, you leaned against his chest while he wrapped an arm around you. you were completely content, this kind of relaxation was exactly what you were craving. while soaking in the hot spring you found yourself dosing off, you were woken up by benimaru shaking you gently "let's get you to bed y/n that mission took a lot out of you."
you silently nodded and he helped you out of the hot spring, you didn't realize how tired you were until you noticed how hard it was for you to keep your eyes open, your head was bobbing all over the place as you tried your hardest to keep your head up. he walked you to your room and laid down with you, as soon as your head hit the pillow you were out like a light immediately.
he smiled softly at the sight of you sleeping sound in his arms "goodnight y/n."
as you walked to back to your home after the eight gave you a ride to akakusa, you couldn't help but long for a bath. after a long day it was just what you needed.
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lonewolflupe · 3 months ago
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Signs Of Affection (One-Shot)
This is the result of my very first writing request! My friend @welcometo79s (Tumblr) asked me to spoil Fives with gifts, a bath and a nice dinner. I hope you like it, Vi! It was such a pleasure writing this (everything for our man Fives <3)!
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Summary: when Fives starts receiving mysterious gifts, it takes him a while to realise they're not some prank from one of his brothers Rating: Teen and up Tags: 501st shenanigans, (domestic) fluff (affection/caring/kissing), SFW Words: 2,845k Pairing: CT-5555 Fives x gen!reader Read this one-shot here on AO3
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PART I
“Fives, stop leaving your stuff all over the place!”
Dogma's voice echoed through the 501st quarters, making all the present troopers look up in surprise. Fives shot upright from his bunk, streaking a hand through his messy hair before looking at whatever Dogma was talking about.
“Wha- That's not even mine!” Fives cried out in defence when he laid eyes on the small package Dogma was carrying. In his turn, Dogma shot him an incredulous look, his lips pressed in an unamused line before continuing. “Well, it has your name on it,” he shot at Fives, a scornful look on his face.
Fives walked over and snatched the package from Dogma’s hands, his brows in a confused frown. “What the..,” he muttered, as he examined it. His name was neatly written on a little card attached to it, a small yet elegant bow wrapped around the blue paper. He returned to his bunk, sat down and slowly unwrapped it. His expression shifted from utter confusion into blatant irritation. Inside the package was a bar of soap.
Fives glanced through the quarters until he laid eyes on the brother he was looking for. “Jesse, was this you? If you want me to use the ‘fresher, just tell me to my face!” he shot at the unsuspecting trooper, waving around the soap bar in frustration.
“What are you talking about?” Jesse shouted through the quarters, looking up to see Fives waving with the soap. As soon as he recognised the object, he started roaring with laughter. It took him a while to calm down, making Fives’ frustration even worse. “Vod, that wasn't me. But if you ever find out who the sender is, let me know tho; I'd like to thank them in person.”
Fives shot him an annoyed look, crumpled the wrapping paper into a ball and threw it across the room towards Jesse, only making him start laughing all over. Fives put the soap bar at his side and laid back down on his bunk, fretting over who could have pulled this prank on him.
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A small envelope came next. Again, it had Fives’ name on it, written in glittery blue. Since no sender had come forward after the last package, not just Fives, but all troopers were starting to get curious about the mysterious gifts.
When Fives sat down to see what content the envelope was holding, Tup and Hardcase huddled together behind him, looking over his shoulder in anticipation when he opened it. He emptied its contents above his hand, and some red rose petals came falling out. Again, no explanatory note came with it; it was just the petals.
Without uttering a word, Fives looked blankly at the envelope's contents in his hand. Hardcase leaned forward, almost crawling over Fives’ shoulder to have a better look. “What are- Are those edible?” Hardcase asked, completely lost on what Fives was holding.
Very much amused, Tup started chuckling and placed his hand on Hardcase’s shoulder. “Those are rose petals; they're leaves from a flower,” he elaborated, before taking one from Fives’ hand and examining it carefully. A genuine smile appeared on his face; the symbolism wasn't lost on him. “Fives, do you have anyone special.. An admirer?”
The credit dropped when Fives finally thought about you. He had totally misinterpreted the previous gift, and now that Tup mentioned someone special, it started to make sense. Well, making sense was somewhat far-fetched; he still didn't know what use a bar of soap and rose petals had to him.
“I.. I guess.. they're the one sending me these gifts?” he slowly stated, not too confident, but he couldn't think of a different explanation. Tup’s smile widened and he started patting Fives on the shoulder. “Looks like you've found yourself a good one,” he said, before leaving him to ponder in peace, dragging Hardcase along with him.
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The third present was a sturdy spork made out of metal, and Fives definitely felt more excited about it than he was after unwrapping the bar of soap. But it got even more interesting with the fourth and final gift.
Subtly, Fives made it for his bunk without alerting his brothers; he wanted to open it in private, without raising an array of questions about you, what the gifts meant and what your intentions were.
Sitting on his bunk, with his back towards his brothers, he opened the gift card carton and a keycard slid out, together with a little note with coordinates and a time, which was set not much later that evening. His lips curled into a wide smile as he cautiously put the card back into the carton.
Now for the matter of leaving the quarters unnoticed. Fives tried walking out as casually as possible, but just when he reached the exit, Jesse blocked it. “Where are you off to at this hour?” he shot at Fives with a suspicious grin on his face. “Gotta use that bar of soap,” Fives returned after a short silence, allowing his lips to slide into a smirk. “Sure thing, Fives,” Jesse chuckled, before freeing the exit for him.
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PART II
It hadn't taken Fives long to figure out the coordinates to your home; he was an ARC trooper, after all. He used the keycard you had gifted him, and your front door slid open. You weren't there to welcome him; he was only met by a dimly lit room.
He was just about to call out your name, as he was starting to question if you were even home at all, when he noticed the trail of rose petals on the floor. He frowned in confusion, but remembered one of your earlier gifts all too well. He decided to follow the trail.
At the end of it, he found a bathtub, filled to the brim with hot, steamy water. Soapy bubbles topped the water's surface, the room filled by the soap's luscious aroma. It all felt warm and welcoming to Fives; like coming home. He took off one of his gloves, and with a content smile on his face, he started twirling his fingers through the soapy water.
“Is it too hot?” Your voice startled him, since he had been so caught up with the bath that he hadn't noticed you entering the room behind him. He looked at you warily, and you couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of it. “Don't worry, it's just me,” you eased his mind as you walked over to him and wrapped your arms around his waist.
He returned the embrace and inhaled deeply when he pulled you close, before placing a soft kiss on your scalp. “I'm glad it is, ner cyare*,” he said softly, before slightly pulling away and gently taking your chin between his fingers to guide your gaze towards his.
*ner cyare = my beloved
You smiled up to him; you were so happy he was finally in your home, allowing for some private time together. “Did you figure out all my gifts?” you asked him, your smile changing into an amused smirk. Fives snorted whilst shaking his head. “The vague ones are making sense now.” You couldn't help but laugh at his reply. “The vague ones?”
He let go of you and shrugged his shoulders, a sheepish grin adorning his face. “Didn't have a lot of privacy figuring them out. The boys started getting suspicious. Especially Jesse,” he elaborated, whilst starting to take off pieces of his armour.
You leaned back and folded your arms whilst looking at him as he undressed. “He'd make a great ARC trooper,” you continued Jesse's case. Fives scoffed and briefly glanced up at you, and you noticed the amused flicker in his eyes. “For being annoying?” You couldn't help but laugh, and the sound warmed his heart. “For being capable,” you huffed amusedly after you regained yourself from laughing.
Fives continued undressing by taking off his blacks, but granted you a flirtatious look in between. “So as an ARC trooper, you're calling me capable?” You chuffed and waved your hand at him; you were almost impressed by the way he changed the subject. “I didn't say that,” you teased him, and he interrupted his undressing to shoot you an exaggerated look of shock and disappointment. “But you know what I think of you,” you quickly continued with a smirk on your face.
When he was completely undressed, he found his way inside the bathtub. He put his arms on the sides and with a deep, content exhale, let himself slide backwards. He closed his eyes and let his head rest on the rim of the tub.
It took him a while to notice you weren't undressing. He lifted his head and looked at you confused. “You're not gonna join me?” You shot him a smile and rolled up your sleeves. “I'm going to take care of you,” you replied whilst grabbing a stool and placing it behind him. “I like the sound of that,” he said softly, before relaxing again.
You sat down on the stool behind him, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Did you bring that bar of soap with you?” you asked softly, not wanting to startle him, since his eyes were already shut. “It's.. It's somewhere..,” he muttered, losing all sense of the galaxy. You chuckled softly. “Don't worry, I think I have some more over here.”
After you had found another bar of soap, you gently started scrubbing Fives’ battle-worn skin with it. You made circling movements on his chest, slowly going down to his abdomen. You softly nudged him forwards, and when he did, you scrubbed his lower back and slowly moved up again. He sighed contently as he was leaning forward, focussed on your touch and movements only.
When you were done with his back, you gently grabbed his shoulder to guide his back against the tub again. He briefly opened his eyes to look at you over his shoulder, and you smiled at him before placing a quick kiss on his cheek.
With the bar of soap still in your hand, you continued your movements, circling over the tense muscles on his shoulders to help loosen them. You smoothly slid the soap over his muscular arm towards his hand. When you reached it, he briefly interrupted you by taking yours and squeezed it. 
When you were done with the bar of soap, you grabbed a bottle of shampoo and put some of the creamy substance on your fingers. You started spreading it on top of his head, tenderly massaging his scalp with the tips of your fingers in the process. You gently twirled his dark locks between your fingers, making sure you didn't miss a spot. Fives hummed softly and you felt him slowly starting to doze off.
You carefully washed the soap from his hair, and when you were done, you wrapped your arms around his neck and placed your head at his side, putting your cheek against his. He muttered something unintelligible, and you smiled before kissing his jaw.
He could relax here for a bit longer; you had to attend to the next part of your plan. Without making a sound, afraid you would startle him, you got up from the stool and left the bathroom, leaving Fives behind in a state of relaxation he had never experienced before.
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PART III
When Fives finally opened his eyes, it took him a moment to realise he was in your home. He looked around the bathroom calmly, slowly taking in his surroundings. Two things stood out to him: you weren't in the room anymore, and something smelled kriffing delicious.
With some effort, he heaved himself out of the bathtub and dried himself with the towel you had left him. He slid into the most comfortable bathrobe; he had never worn one before, but he simply couldn't believe they were this soft. With a smile on his face, he looked at the bath one last time before he left the room, in search of you - and for the source of the mouthwatering scent.
He found you in the small kitchen of your humble abode, although its size didn't hold you back from going all out cooking dinner. The sink was filled with used pots and pans, whilst a few others were still on the nanowave stove. The room was filled with the scents of oven baked fish and grilled vegetables. Fives watched you in silence for a moment, before he cleared his throat.
You were so focused on the cooking that he startled you; you hadn’t noticed him entering the room. But you regained yourself quickly, and shot him a loving smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt you just yet,” you caringly said to him, whilst preparing some plates for dressing. Fives walked over to you, wrapping his arms around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your head. “I haven't been this clean in forever,” he replied with a smirk on his face. You chuffed amusedly, before turning around in his arms. “I hope you’re hungry too,” you said with a flicker in your eyes.
“You bet I am,” he replied in a playful way, before moving closer and landing his lips on yours. You were all too happy to receive them, and answered his kiss gladly. You wrapped your arms around his neck to be closer to him, to reach him more eagerly. With ease, he heaved you on top of the kitchen counter before continuing the passionate kissing, your lips stroking and your noses brushing against each other.
The sound of a kitchen alarm interrupted your moment, and whilst chuckling, you slightly pulled away from him. “Gotta complete the mission,” you whispered to him, as you looked into his brown eyes. His lips folded into a grin, before replying: “Mission’s always first.”
Whilst you finished up cooking and dressing the plates, Fives sat down at your table, his gaze not averting from your every move. It didn’t matter where he was, as long as he was with you, he felt at home. And you were currently making that feeling growing ever stronger with taking care of him. He wished he never had to leave again.
The plate you put in front of him looked divine. A piece of oven baked blackfish laid on a lush bed of grilled vegetables, decorated with some fresh herbs. In a separate bowl, you served Corellian buckwheat noodles with a creamy sauce. Fives, being used to ration bars and whatever would be served at the mess hall back at the barracks, had never seen anything this delicious. He looked up at you confused, not sure if this was meant for him at all. “Dig in,” you encouraged him with an approving nod, an amused smile adorning your face.
And he did. He carefully took his first bite, and when the buttersoft fish melted in his mouth, he closed his eyes and you noticed how the corners of his mouth twitched upwards. He took pleasure from every chew, trying to figure out all the flavours. And with every next bite, he made sure to let you know he was enjoying it, his content not only showing from his face, but from the sounds he made as well.
You couldn’t help but laugh in both amusement and endearment; it made you happy knowing you could give him something to distract him from the war, from the suffering and the losses. He deserved that. “What?” he asked you, his mouth full and a sheepish look on his face. You placed your hand on top of his whilst you shook your head. “Nothing. Please continue,” you chuckled at him, and he didn’t have to be told twice.
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Fives made sure there was not a stain left on any of the plates or bowls before he leaned backwards, uttering a sigh of content. “That was.. That was delicious. Thank you, ner cyare,” he smiled at you, and you affectionately returned the smile. You got up to your feet and started clearing the table, but he interrupted you. “Here, let me,” he shot at you, before taking the plates from your hands. He helped you do the dishes and clean up your kitchen, and nearly needed another bath when he was done. You laughed when you used a towel to wipe away the soapy remnants on his bathrobe, and when you were done, he gently took your hands into his.
You looked up into his eyes, dreading the inevitable goodbye. “How long before you have to head back?” you asked softly, swallowing at your own words; you didn’t want him to leave. Not just yet. “I have some time left,” he comforted you, before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. You chuckled softly at his touch. When he pulled back, you briefly squeezed his hands and asked: “Holofilm?” He closed his eyes and with the most tender touch in the galaxy, he leaned his forehead against yours. “Yeah, as long as I can stay a little longer with you.”
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Fives taglist: @welcometo79s
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a-small-batch-of-dragons · 7 months ago
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Fic Idea (no pressure obviously) Thomas struggling with his self image and ego, and in response Roman ends shapeshifting all the time, fluctuating between the masculine beauty standard (lean, muscular, hairless) and what society considers “ugly” (pudgy, hairy). And based on how he looks, Roman will interact with the others or hide away – anon
hihi!! had this random idea for a sanders sides fic- something along the lines of- a while after Remus and Roman split, Remus comes back (when the dark sides start to get more involved) and confesses that he hoped Roman was doing better after he joined the light sides? that all he wanted was for his brother to be happy, away from the darkness for once? angst sadness ykyk :)) – can-you-hear-me-axhilles
hi, so I just read your wings series and I was wondering if we could have something with Remus and his tentacles? Like maybe him thinking they are ugly or something, I’m not really sure. Maybe Roman has animal characteristics too and they’re “prettier” or “better” so he gets insecure? Mainly focused on these two but I don’t mind if it’s all of them together. No pressure to write this tho! – anon
I’ve been reading your Sanders Sides stuff for the longest time and I was wondering if I could get some Roman angst with a side of creativitwins? – meandmacats
Read on Ao3
Warnings: non-consensual body modification, self-esteem issues, self-hatred
Pairings: gen
Word Count: 5481
Or, five times Remus helped Roman out when Thomas's self-esteem issues change his nature, and one time Roman helps Remus.
 
”Remus?”
Remus looks up from his knitting to see Patton standing over him. “What’s good, Pat-Pat?”
“I’m, what’re you doing?”
“Oh, I’m knitting this patchwork sweater out of hair.”
“Oh…how cool.” Patton gives himself a shake. “Anyway, I was wondering if you’ve seen Roman? He was supposed to come down for lunch but he never showed.”
“Like, at all, at all?”
“Yeah. Neither hair nor hide! Or—well, I guess he did do the hide since he’s hiding from us, and you’re the hair!”
“Ah, Pat-Pat, never stop with the dad jokes. You’ll make all of us go into pun-withdrawal.” Remus carefully sets aside the needles and bounces to his feet. “I’ll go look for him, see if he needs to be pried out of the dragon’s gullet again.”
“Oh, thanks so much, Remus, I really—wait, ‘again?’”
“Gotta blast!”
Honestly, it’s not like Roro is known for missing deadlines, that’s Remus’s thing. Especially when it comes to things like meals and remembering to eat—well, Ro’s not exactly the pinnacle of healthy practices when he get absorbed in his work, but he’s better at it than some people give him credit for. Which means he’s either deep in the middle of something he’s keeping to himself, he’s asleep because the time zones in the Imagination are all kinds of wackadoo, or he really does need to be rescued.
Which isn’t Remus’s thing, come on, Ro, you’re ruining his reputation.
By the time he gets to the Imagination, he’s already pulling out his acid-proof gloves and sharpening his Morningstar. He stops dead, however, when he sees the doors are still locked from last night. That’s weird. Maybe Ro just used his personal gate instead of the main one? But that just takes him right to his little workshop area, that’s not anywhere near where the dragons are…
He’s about to go for his gateway when he hears a quiet noise coming from Roman’s door. Frowning, he turns. Roman’s door is only a few feet away. He glances up and down the hall to make sure none of the resident sneaks are nearby—Janus and Virgil—and knocks on the door.
“Uh, busy!”
“Ro, it’s me.”
“Oh. Did you, um, did you need something?”
“You weren’t at lunch. Pat-Pat’s getting worried.”
He hears a muffled curse and the door glimmers slightly. That’s Roman’s cue that he can sink in. He stows the acid gloves and the Morningstar and sinks in, expecting Roman at his desk or on the floor puzzling over some bit of a story he can’t quite get right, but instead he sees an empty room.
“Where are you?”
“Bathroom.”
Remus pops his head through the door and blinks. “Whoa.”
”Yeah, yeah,” Roman mumbles, already reaching for the bandages curled up on the counter, “you don’t have to say it.”
”That looks—“
“I said you don’t have to say it.”
Remus slams his mouth shut, but he can’t stop staring at the acne. Throbbing red pimples that look like they’re causing Roman pain every time he so much as breathes, bigger whiteheads that have already started to ooze, blackheads that litter every inch of skin that isn’t already covered, some of which look like they’re almost on top of each other…
Roman turns his back on him and hunches his shoulders. “What do you want, Re?”
“I, uh…well, now I want to help.”
Roman laughs. It’s not funny. “There isn’t any helping this. Not until Thomas feels better.”
“Whoa. Back up. What?”
“This.” He waves a hand at his face. “This is a thing, remember?”
“Oh. Oh, right, fuck.”
“Yeah.”
Remus scrubs a hand over his face. “Can I help make it less painful while it’s going on?”
There’s a pause. Then Roman’s head turns slightly. “Would you?”
“Shit, yeah,. Roro. You’ve helped me with stuff more times than I can count on my fingers and toes, let me help you.” He gets a small huff that might be an actual that-was-kind-of-funny-I’m-feeling-better laugh. “Yeah?”
“…yeah, okay.”
“Wonder-bats! Okay, I think I still have that stuff from when we had those sores from the poison experiments…where did I put that?”
“Did you leave it in your room or my room?”
”We cleaned up here, so it should be…aha!” He takes a big plastic case from under the sink. “Go sit your perky butt on the edge of the tub, I’ll be right there.”
“…thanks, Remus.”
“What’re brothers for?”
2.
The very first time it had happened, it had been well before Thomas had learned what it was to be attractive.
Remus had found Roman crying in his room, curled up under all the blankets he could find with tissues covering the floor.
“Ro-bro? What happened? Do I need to fight someone for you?”
“It won’t come off!”
“What won’t come off?”
Roman had peered out from under the blanket cocoon and Remus’s mouth had dropped open when he saw the words FREAK and LOSER written all across Roman’s face in permanent marker.
“Who did that? Was it Virgil? I’ll fight him!”
“No,” Roman had sniffled, “it wasn’t—wasn’t Virgil. It wasn’t any of them.”
“Did you do it? That’s more my kinda thing, isn’t it?”
“No!” Roman had wailed. “I didn’t do it! Someone—someone hurt Thomas!”
“Someone hurt Thomas? But nothing happened! We didn’t get into any fights!”
“Not like that! They were just mean. They were really mean and they said he looked ugly and they called him a f-freak and a loser and—and—“
Remus had scurried forward and wrapped his brother in a hug as he broke down in tears. “You’re not a freak or a loser, Roro. Neither is Thomas. They were wrong, you know that, right?”
”Then why won’t it come off?”
Sure enough, up close, Remus had seen the red and raw skin where Roman had scrubbed it with whatever he could find to make the words go away. Bits were even coming off on the blanket as Roman rubbed his cheek against it.
”Hey, hey, stop that. You’re hurting yourself.”
“I don’t care.”
“I care! I don’t like seeing my brother hurt!” Remus had given him a shake. “You don’t have to hurt yourself more on top of this, okay? Come on, come into the bathroom, I’ll help you.”
“Y-you will?”
“Yeah, Roro, come on.”
The twins had gone to the bathroom where towels and washcloths were still strewn around from Roman’s previous attempts. Remus had made Roman sit on the stool and reached for the soap, getting one of the washcloth more suds than cloth and trying to wipe off the words.
“That tastes so bad.”
“So keep your mouth shut.”
“But you keep wiping it over my mouth!”
“No, I’m wiping it over your cheek, which is next to your mouth. And you talking isn’t making it any better, so shush.”
Roman had grumbled silently until Remus accidentally went too roughly over one of the sore spots and Roman yelped.
“Ow!”
“Sorry, I’m sorry,. I didn’t mean to.”
“Wash it off! Wash it off!”
“Okay, okay! Come here!”
They had stumbled over to the sink and Remus practically shoved Roman’s head under the tap. He had spluttered and flailed out, splashing Remus.
”Hey! Don’t splash me!”
“I’ll splash you all I want!”
“No, you won’t!”
“Yeah, I will!”
It had…devolved from there.
The bathroom had been sopping wet by the end of it, not a towel nor tile had been spared from the twin’s water war. Their clothes were just as soaked, their hair dripping like they’d just walked through a hurricane. The sink and the bathtub still ran as if nothing were wrong and the detachable shower head in Remus’s hand sprayed as merrily as ever.
”Whoa, hey!”
“What?”
“It’s gone!”
Roman had run to the mirror, touching his face. Sure enough, the words had vanished.
”It is gone!”
”You’re welcome,” and he had taken a big bow with the shower head still spraying everywhere, “I think that means I win.”
“Whoa, wait, no, it doesn’t.”
“Yes, it does.”
”No!”
“Yes!”
It took a while longer for the war to end and even longer for the bathroom to dry.
3.
Someone says Thomas eats too much junk food and Roman can’t stop dripping oil.
Remus finds him sitting on his bathroom floor, the drain in the shower covered with a towel. He’s sitting on towels too, towels soaked and heavy with oil as Roman’s tears fight to get out from his eyes and through the slick covering his skin.
“The others are worried,” he says quietly, lingering in the doorway, “they want to know what’s wrong.”
Roman doesn’t say anything. Remus peers a little closer and sees the telltale sheen over his mouth too. Even just thinking about how it must feel to have that much oil on his lips makes Remus shudder. He summons a washcloth from his own stash and a bottle of soap.
“Just like old times,” he says as he crouches down in front of him, “I’m gonna wash off the oil on your face, okay?”
Roman manages a small nod and Remus gets to work. Normally when he’s washing oil off stuff, he scrubs at it like he’s trying to grind it with sandpaper and the soap foams up around his wrist. But this is Roman, not some metal piece of equipment, so he goes as gently as he can without suffocating him with soap or making no progress at all. He has to stop a few times when Roman lets out a pained noise or winces at the rasp of the cloth, just holding a blotting sheet there to soak up the oil as best he can while he waits for him to settle. He makes a note to work on the heavy duty blotters in case something like this ever happens again.
At last, when Roman looks like he’s about to cry for a very different reason, the space around his lips and nose is clear enough for him to gasp out a few words.
“Sorry, thank you, sorry—“
”Shh-shh, Roro, you don’t need to apologize. Just tell me what you need.”
”’S so gross.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’m right here.”
Roman lets out a frustrated whine and Remus quickly pulls out his phone.
“If you tell me what Thomas needs to stop thinking about I can get Lolo on it.”
“No, then he’ll—“
“I’m not gonna tell him what’s wrong with you, okay? I’m just gonna prod them into getting Thomathy’s brain on the right track away from whatever-the-fuck-this-is-station.”
More oil starts to build up and he shoves his phone in his pocket, working on washing it away again. His presence seems to have calmed Roman down a bit; the oil comes in smaller waves this time, concentrated more around the naturally oily parts of his face rather than every inch of his skin. When he’s cleaned off the areas around his nose and mouth, he goes and starts moving to the rest of his head.
“Junk food,” Roman mumbles, as if saying it too loud would make the oil return with a vengeance, “saying bad stuff ‘bout Thomas…unhealthy…gross…”
Remus whips out his phone and sends a text to Logan about food not having a moral weight and how eating something was always better than eating nothing. He gets a text back a few seconds later that just says on it.
“Lolo cavalry is assembled, he’s going.” He tucks the phone away and keeps washing Roman off. “And I’m gonna stay right here until we get all this oil off you, okay? We can even do your thirteen-step skin care routine once it’s gone.”
“It’s not thirteen steps.”
“Whatever you wanna tell me, Roro, at least you’re not as bad as Snakey.”
It’s the first time Roman manages to laugh that day, and Remus makes sure it isn’t the last.
4.
When Patton and Logan have near simultaneous nervous breakdowns after someone calls Thomas lazy, Remus makes sure Virgil’s wrapped around the Mindscape’s padre and Janus has Logan in his little snake den before he goes off in search of Roman.
The Imagination door is covered in cobwebs that retreat as he approaches, a few spiders waving hello as they disappear. He runs his hand over the keyhole, checking to see if it’s just an affectation, or if Roman really hasn’t been using it. He knows he has, is the thing; Roman’s had more projects on the go this month than he’s ever had before and if it weren’t for Janus and Logan dragging him out of it to make sure he didn’t completely lose touch with the Mindscape, he bets his left barnacle that Roman would’ve been living there too just so he wouldn’t miss an opportunity to keep working. And sure enough, the keyhole glows red as soon as his fingers brush it and he carefully pushes the door open.
He walks into the most statistically average middle class sitcom home he’s ever seen. Needless to say, he hates it.
”Ro? Are you here?”
There’s a faint noise coming from what he guesses is the direction of the living room and listen, as little time as he has to spend in this painfully mediocre place, the better. Seriously, he can feel the whispers of white picket fences and PTA meetings lingering ominously over his shoulder with every second he walks through these beige walls. Snatches of TV dialogue becomes audible as he makes his way through the house.
He comes to a stop.
He tilts his head.
There’s certainly a person in the living room, but it doesn’t really look like Roman. They look like every Sunday cartoon about a husband and wife where it’s terribly misogynistic and heteronormative, recliner out, bag of chips in lap, staring vacantly at the TV. It’s only the fact that they’re crying at the paid advertising programs and that Remus would recognize his brother anywhere that he knows it’s Roman.
He sits down on the plastic covered couch and tries not to look at the soulless photos of smiling families perched on the dusty mantle. Roman doesn’t look away from the screen but the hand nearest Remus twitches slightly.
“Hey,” he calls, and Roman’s head turns a little, “hey, Roro. I’m here. It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay.”
The TV blares something about a crockpot that cooks fancier meals than a normal crock pot.
“I know how shitty it is when people accuse you of being lazy. Especially when they’re just complaining that they haven’t seen anything from you.” He shuffles and the couch squeaks. “And we all know how hard you’re working. How hard Thomas is working.”
Roman’s eyes flick to his. Remus smiles and takes his hand, giving it an encouraging squeeze.
“Giving yourself a break isn’t being lazy. Having a hard time doing things isn’t lazy. Not being able to work on something because it’s just covered in the fucking ooze isn’t being lazy. You aren’t being lazy, okay? You wouldn’t even be lazy if you decided you didn’t want to work on any projects for the next year.”
The TV glitches out. Static fills the room and it actually feels like Remus can breathe. He squeezes Roman’s hand again and shifts closer. Roman stares at him with wide eyes.
”I mean it, Roro. You’re not—I know we’ve gone over this and I’ll keep giving you crowbars for as long as you need them—“
The smallest smile appears on Roman’s face.
“—but you’re not—your worth isn’t in what products or content you can make. You know i love you because you’re my brother, because you’re funny and clever and ridiculous and there’s no one I’d rather make stuff with. You could decide that you don’t want anything to do with Thomas’s career anymore—“
Roman makes a devastated noise.
“Calm down, calm down, I know that’s not true, I’m just spouting a wild hypothetical, okay? If you decided to do that and I made sure it was really you and you hadn’t lost some sort of bet, then yeah, I’d still want you to be my brother. We’d still do stuff. I don’t give a shit what everyone else thinks.”
”…promise?”
Remus could sob with relief at actually hearing Roman’s voice come out, and he grins so wide his cheeks start to hurt. “I promise, Roro, I promise. You’re not lazy, you’re resting, and even if you were, I wouldn’t care.”
‘’M not trying to be lazy. It’s—I’m just—“
“Shh, shh, Roro, it’s okay,” The bag of chips falls to the ground and catches fire as Remus tugs his brother into his arms. “I’m right here. You’re doing so good, okay? Thomas is too.”
Remus doesn’t burn the house down because he’s had too many lectures from Janus about that, but he does get a big cartoon wrecking ball to smash the whole thing into smithereens.
He does burn the recliner though. And the plastic-covered couch. They deserved it.
5.
The latex gloves snap on as Roman sits on the edge of the tub with a grunt. He picks up the rest of the kit and sets it on the stool.
”Do you know what it’s about this time?”
“Someone said something about how immature Thomas is being about criticism and how he can’t take care of things, something like that.”
“Why did it manifest as acne, then?”
”I don’t know, maybe something about how teenagers who are hormonal and don’t really know how to take care of their skin get acne?”
Remus snorts. “Do people still not understand that acne happens and can happen to anyone regardless of age?”
‘Apparently not.”
“Well, they can go lick the Kraken’s crack.”
“Ew, Remus.”
“Just trying to keep the mood light.” He picks up one of the cotton swabs and a paper towel and leans down. “I’m gonna try and clean up some of the wet stuff first, okay? Then we can actually get onto some relief.”
“You’re not gonna pop any of them, are you?”
“I don’t think so. At least not right now.”
”Because I really don’t want this to scar.”
Remus hums, carefully running the swab over a particularly inflamed part of his cheek. “Can you give me a pain rating?”
”Like a 6? It’s not that bad but it’s not a pain I’m used to it’s…freaking me out.”
“Understandable, have a nice day. If it ever gets too much, let me know and we’ll switch to a cool pack, okay?”
Roman hums as Remus goes to work. A pile of discarded swabs and other trash accumulates at Remus’s elbow as he works patiently around the various, uh, ‘zones.’ They have to stop a few times when it gets to a point where Roman’s whole face just aches, waiting for it to subside enough that Remus can keep going.
“There are a couple down here that look like they’re ready to go, do you want me to just get ‘em out?”
”Be careful.”
“Sure, yeah. If it starts to hurt lemme know and I’ll back off right away.”
He gets a few of them, a few more putting up too much of a fight so he leaves them be. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Roman heroically stop two or three whimpers before he lightly jabs him in the stomach and tells him to knock that posturing shit off, he doesn’t need it here.
“…thanks, Re.”
“I told you, it hurts too much, I stop.”
“I know.” He shifts on the tub. “I think it’s just…hard to remember.”
Remus frowns, glancing up at him. Roman fiddles with the hem of his prince costume.
“You know…with the others?���
”No. I don’t know, Ro.”
“They don’t—they’re—they want Princey, Prince Roman. Not…the rest of this.” He waves his hand to indicate the cotton carnage. “So it’s hard to…”
He trails off when he sees the expression on Remus’s face.
“What?”
”You mean they don’t know?”
“Know what?”
“That this—“ he waves at Roman— “happens to you. Any of it.”
“I mean, they know I’m the Ego and it makes sense that I get hurt when Thomas feels bad, but—“
”But not how much.” Roman won’t meet his gaze. “Fuck, Ro.”
“…it’s complicated.”
“Shit, no, I’m not—look at me, Ro. I’m not mad at you. I’m just—this wasn’t what I’d hoped.”
Roman frowns. “What do you mean, what you hoped?”
Remus sighs. This is turning into way more of a conversation than he’d ever anticipated. Glancing around, he picks up the cold pack and hands to to Roman before taking a seat on the counter. His legs swing and kick at the cabinets with a quiet thunk-thunk, thunk-thunk.
“When the Split happened, and we went to the Dark Sides, I…dunno, I guess I thought it would be…better.”
“Because we were separated?”
“What? No, no, because I had the stuff like Deceit and Anxiety with me, so they couldn’t make any of this stuff worse—not that they would,” he says when Roman opens his mouth to protest, and wow, have they come a long way, “but just ‘cause…well, yeah. You had Logic and Morality, who were—doesn’t that make sense? That they would be able to help?”
Roman sighs. He picks at the edge of the ice pack. “It’s not that simple.”
“Then explain it to me.”
“Logan’s thing is object impermanence, you know that.” Remus winces in sympathy. “But having someone tell you something isn’t real when you can feel it and it is real, to you, that’s not…that’s not helpful. It’s better if he just goes right to Thomas than coming to me.”
“And Patton?”
Roman lets out a humorless huff. “Thomas is feeling bad and Patton is Thomas’s feelings. How do you think that normally goes?”
…yeah, probably not great.
“It’s not all bad,” he continues, softer now, “they’re at least good when I tell them I don’t want to be disturbed. They don’t ask questions if I tell them I don’t want to talk about it.”
“That feels suspiciously like the bare minimum.” Roman shrugs. “I know I literally just said the opposite, but do Janus and Virgil…?”
“They’re both better at comforting the others. It’s okay, Re, I have you. I really only want you when it’s…bad like this.”
“Me? Why?”
“You get it.”
Remus chuckles, getting back up and picking up the next tool. “That simple, huh?”
“Sometimes it’s just that simple.”
”Aw, I love you too, Roro. You’re the specialist baby brother any Side could ever ask for.”
“You—what the hell do you mean, ‘baby brother?’”
“You’re the baby brother.”
“I am not.”
“Are too.”
“Am not.”
“Are too. Now hush so I don’t accidentally poke your eye out.”
“I’m gonna get you back for this.”
“Oh, I’m so scared about that. Now hold still, Roro, let’s get this out of the way so you can feel better.”
“…love you.”
“I love you too.”
+1.
The Imagination is upset. Roman feels it the second he steps foot through the door and forgoes his normal prince costume for a rougher tunic and boots, strapping his sword to his hip and an emergency pack to his back. The wind blows frigid and punishing over the grass as he starts down the trail, squinting through the dust clouds whipping up around him. The clouds frown around the edges of the tree line, darkening to a stormy black near the edge of the coast. As he nears the black cliffs, rocks crumble beneath him and tumble into a churning sea.
He edges carefully around the craggy rock face, keeping his movements light and careful. Spray whips him in the face as thunder rolls in the distance. The chill near rips his fingers from their precarious handholds. He grits his teeth and keeps going, even as the wind howl so loudly his ears near split from the pain.
There, a little ways down the cliff, is a small cove. He inches his way around the edge of the bluff and drops onto a larger path leading him along the coast. There isn’t any sand here, only rough and unyielding stone. Froth and foam given them gleaming white teeth as the waves churn furiously around the mouth of the sea. He follows the path down, down towards he massive cracks in the sheer rock face, one eye on the black water below him. Despite being so close to the shore, there’s no sign of a bottom and he doesn’t want to risk how deep it is. There’s no telling what current might rip him into the open ocean if he falls in.
The cove is shaped like a spear’s point, the crack in the cliff at its very point as though some massive weapon had shattered the rocks themselves. As Roman nears it, the shadow at the base of the path slowly grows more and more defined, until he realizes that it’s a path through the cliff. The cove is an inlet leading into a hidden sea cave with a vast black lake in its center. Roman peers up at the glistening wet walls, hand on the wall as the wind whistles angrily by.
The water moves. He looks down. Something massive slips just underneath the surface, sending ripples to the shore. He crouches down and sees a huge shape getting closer and closer to the surface. An eye the size of a dining table glares up at him through the water and long arms with rows and rows of hooks reach up toward him.
“Ollie, it’s me. It’s Roman.”
The Kraken pause. The hooked arms retreat and he pokes his head up, letting out a mournful burble. Roman reaches over and taps the water. One of his other arms comes up and Roman pets soothingly along the skin.
“What’s the matter, buddy? What’s going on?”
Ollie burbles again and Roman suddenly realizes why the hooked arms were the ones to reach for him. Beneath the surface, the Kraken’s arms form a cradle of sorts, holding something close to the Kraken’s massive body. As the water shifts and ripples, the thing comes closer and closer to surface, slowly moving to reveal its precious cargo.
And there, nestled in the Kraken’s grip, covered in his own writhing tentacles, is Remus.
“Oh, Re,” Roman murmurs as his brother twitches and whimpers, “what happened? Who did this?”
Ollie burbles again, holding him out, and Roman balances on the edge of the shoreline and stretches to hold on. The Kraken lifts him up and into the cradle too, letting him touch Remus’s frigid skin and shake him awake.
“Re? Re, wake up, it’s okay, I’m here to help.”
The tentacles writhe as Remus stirs, blinking through a pained haze up at Roman. “…Ro?”
“Hey, Re, it’s me. It’s okay, you’re gonna be okay. What happened?”
“Thoughts got too loud.” A tentacle leaves a thick trail of slime across his arm and he shudders. “Sorry.”
“What could you have to be sorry for?”
“‘S gross.”
“You stop that,” Roman chides gently, running his fingers through Remus’s wet hair, “I don’t care if something’s gross, I care if it’s hurting you.”
Remus whimpers, clutching at one of Ollie’s arms. The Kraken squeaks back, trying in vain to warm him up, but there’s only so much he can do in this freezing cave. Roman glances around and bites his lip.
“Does it feel better in the water? Is that why you came down here?”
“Yeah. Ollie came and f-found me.”
Roman pats the worried Kraken. “What do we need to do? Is it like caring for Ollie’s arms?”
“N-no. Like helping the jelly—jellyfish with the twisted—twisted ones.”
He’ll bet just about anything that this frigid water isn’t helping Remus do that, and it’s not like Ollie has opposable thumbs. He goes to slide into the water himself but Ollie chirps in alarm, hoisting them higher.
“What’re you doing?”
“I’m trying to help.“
Remus shakes his head, more slime trailing across his shivering body. “Too cold for you.”
“Well, then it’s definitely too cold for you. Can we get you somewhere warmer?” Remus curls up a little more. “What about that pool near the glowstone trees?”
“That’s all the way on your side.”
“Ollie can take you. I’ll meet you over there.” Remus stays quiet. Roman leans down and brushes the wet hair from his eyes. “What else is bothering you, Re?”
Two of the tentacles glob onto Roman and start leaving trails of slime across his tunic. Remus whimpers and reaches out a hand to yank them away. It’s no use; the roiling mass just keeps smearing slime onto Roman as they try to pull him closer, no matter how hard Remus shoves them away.
Oh.
Oh.
“Re, you’re not too gross. You’re not going to ruin anything. I want you to come with me so I can help you. I care about you. Let me help, please?”
It takes a painfully long moment for Remus to peek up at him and nod. Roman can’t stop the way his shoulders sag in relief and he sits up, patting Ollie’s arm as the Kraken burbles happily.
“You…you really wanna help?”
“Of course I wanna help you, Re, you’re my brother.”
“Okay.”
“Have Ollie take you over to the pool, okay? I’ll meet you there.”
“How are you gonna get there?”
“I have my ways.”
Remus grumbles and he sounds just enough like his normal self that Roman has to reach down and ruffle his hair, no matter how much Remus squawks about it. He climbs back off to the shore and watches Ollie sinks below the surface before he makes his way out to the ocean proper. Taking the charm from beneath his tunic, he closes his eyes and concentrates.
A screaming cry and the massive thudding of wings splits the wind.
Roman’s dragon lands just on the other side of the bluffs and he climbs on, taking off and soaring over the stormy sea. The dragon calls out over the waves and far beneath, he can see the shape of Ollie swimming through the depths. The clouds begin to part as they near the opposite coast, sun rays splitting the worst of the storm as the glowing trees appear on the horizon.
Roman’s dragon sets him down just on the edge of the shimmering pool. He pats its snout and it huffs, lying down on the sun-warmed grass and closing its eyes. As he walks toward the pool and begins to take off his boots, he spots Ollie’s shade moving through the inlet into the warmer water. He chuckles at the way the water vibrates with the Kraken’s pleased rumble.
Clad in just his boxers, he slips into the water and through the tangle of arms to draw Remus into the warmth. Remus immediately tuns and clings to him like a limpet, shivering from the temperature change.
“I know, I know,” Roman murmurs as he starts to work his hands patiently through the mass of tentacles, “just hold onto me. I can still kind of stand here, I’ve got you.”
”You gonna take care of me?”
“Yeah, Re, I’m gonna take care of you.”
He’s rewarded with a sleepy hum and Remus snuggles into him. “You’re the best.”
“No, you’re the best. The best baby brother anyone could ever ask for.”
“Am not.”
“Are too.”
Remus might mutter an am not back, but it’s muffled by his tired slump into Roman’s arms. Roman just chuckles. He’s sure it’ll come up again at some point.
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I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part VI)
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Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.
Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.
Word count: 2.5k.
Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.
Warnings on this chapter: some suicide thoughts, very suggestive stuff, nudity, sexual tension barely starting, misogyny coming from you know who lol.
Notes: i was eager to drop this so here it is. hope i can make justice to the slow burn/slow sexual tension. aaaa as always thanks for reading!! ily all!
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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII
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Part VI: Don't Lay Your Red Hand On Me
“Where the fuck are we going?” Ben asked, checking the picture outside the windshield.
The sun was already setting down, and there have been hours since you started driving. At least he had been able to see the damn sunset again after being caged for so long.
Despite his questioning look and not trusting you completely, both made it to your car in the middle of the mess of blood and headless corpses around the building, with him naked under the effects of your invisibility powers. Somehow, you still managed to reassure Soldier Boy it was to protect him. In fact, as you guided both out of the place, you were scared of your abilities not working properly to have him covered. The last thing you wanted was the cameras to have a look at him, escaping with your help.
Now, with Soldier Boy dressed in his clothes and you still wiping some of the dry blood from your skin, you drove without a destiny in mind. Just somewhere you could take him far away from Homelander and Vought. He was, in fact, your top priority and needed to be protected, even if you knew you were nothing compared to his strength and abilities, you still had the urgency of him trusting you, to feel like you really cared. And you did care, but for the wrong reasons and those, he didn’t have to know.
“Far away,” you responded, picking up your phone with one hand as you drove through the highway.
“That doesn’t tell me anything,” he insisted, looking at you switching your attention between the device in your hands and the road.
You dialed Grace, ignoring his voice. She didn’t answer immediately. You cursed under your breath and dialed again. No answer anew, just the ring and the automatic voicemail message. Well, fuck. You had to play with what you had.
“Hey, it’s me,” you began the message. “Please call me when you can, I have to inform you of something. It’s urgent, please call me back.”
Ben rolled his eyes, annoyed as fuck for your silence towards his demands. “You’re gonna tell me now what the fuck is going on? You’re a fucking supe and everyone is dead back there! And not ‘cause of me.”
“First, nothing to fear from me. Okay? You’re the one who’d kill me in a blink. Second, I don’t know!” you yelled as a response, clearly irritated. “I don’t know shit! I know we need to run and that’s all. So just shut up and let me drive.”
“Christ on a cross, you women are fucking irritating,” Ben fumed. He saw a cheap motel by the road and he would’ve guessed you were going there because you slowed down and pulled up in the parking lot. He sighed. “Home, shitty home.”
“Got any ideas? Because I’m all ears,” you stopped the engine and got down the car, taking the sports bag with you. The supe rolled his eyes and before he went out, you came right to his half open door. “Stay here, I'll check in.”
Ben shut his eyes, watching you closing the car door with a loud thud, and you left to get a room. He felt the need to storm behind and shout out what he really thought of your stupid ass bossing him around. If it wasn’t because he wasn’t really half the way out of the fucking car, he should have been arguing and insisting for some real answers. But for some reason he stayed back. When you came back after a short time he followed you to a double bed room you’d be using just for the night.
Once you entered, you decided a shower was first thing on the list, and then you had to communicate with Grace as soon as fucking possible. Checking around, you were thankful to find a couple of towels in the bathroom, while Ben settled on his own space, lying down on one of the beds.
He observed you thoroughly as you studied yourself in the dirty mirror hanging on the wall. The disgusting grimace you made told him you were looking for more blood to wipe off. And before he could speak again you turned to see him.
“I'm gonna take a shower,” you announced.
He raised a brow. “Mind some company, sweetheart?”
You rolled your eyes as you started to unbutton your blouse, his eyes checking shamelessly the little exposed skin didn’t go unnoticed by you. “Don't even think about it.”
And with that, you just disappeared inside the bathroom. The noise of water running compensated both of you for the silence. He turned on the cheap TV to have some noise for himself too, deciding he’d go for a shower after you. Probably if he was in a different mood would have just tried to get in your pants. Ben was getting so damn stressed out. First you took out his weed, then you announced he would have medication for his fucking stress disorder or some shit, and later, agents and employees of the facility just started to die violently without reason. He thought if any of you would be next while you walked him out.
It was too much to handle right now. He needed something to take it all out. Something, anything, somebody. Just to release it the only way he knew: with sexual pleasure. He didn't understand yet what the fuck was happening. Did you really care about him? You could just have left him there to handle everything by himself and run away. Yet, you took him out of the facility and he, once again, had a glimpse of your courage. Maybe a little. And he started to like that. Suddenly, he heard the shower being turned off and minutes later you came out of the bathroom sooner than he expected, dressed in the same clothing, drying the droplets on your face and wet hair.
“I’m gonna get some dinner, stay here” you announced, taking your phone and the room and car keys. “The door will be locked, don’t do anything stupid.”
Ben scoffed, standing up before making his way to take a shower himself. He faced you directly, just a couple of inches separating both of you. Your gaze challenged him to step closer. “I’m not a fucking animal.”
You hummed, without looking away from his eyes. “Sometimes I doubt you.”
“Locking the fucking door won’t do shit, why you keep doing this?” Ben asked, visible confusion on his features. He really looked tired as hell. Tired of your bullshit.
“It’s not because of you. I perfectly understand that, just wait for me here.”
With that, you turned on your heels and left the room. From the other side, you locked the door. Ben let out a deep breath. He knew it was easy to tear it apart, and again, run after you to have damn answers for once. But instead, he decided to calm himself a little and get rid of his clothes. Inside the shower, he let the warm water take care of the burdens he was carrying, without knowing, on his back. He wondered if he’d been better dead by now, if sleeping in a chamber was a greater choice than this, just running along with you, a woman, who just seemed to fuck him up even more instead of playing real like you had promised. If he knew how to kill himself, probably would’ve done it already. He was getting sick of hiding, of being a fucking experiment, to be under someone’s else’s orders… The worst part of it all is that he never had the right to choose on his own faith. Not even his own death.
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Out of the room, you were a few feet away from the door you left behind when your phone started to ring softly. An unknown number appeared on the screen and cautiously you answered, making your way to the car, getting inside on the co-pilot seat.
“Hello?” a voice you knew too well started to speak after some seconds of silence.
“Grace?”
The woman on the other line breathed out. “Yeah, it’s me. Uhm, couldn’t attend earlier, sorry…”
“It’s okay,” you shook your head, as if she could see you face to face. “We’ve been compromised. My lab assistants, the nurses, scientists, guards… Everyone is dead.”
“Fuck,” Grace hissed. She sounded exhausted. “Where is Soldier Boy?”
“I took him out, checked us in at a motel. Can’t go back to my old place. Not yet.”
“You have the copies of the project, right?”
For a moment you felt she was doubting you, but you answered anyway, surprised she would even ask that. “I do.”
There was a little silence coming from her. You continued. “I don’t think I told you yet, but… Fuck, I received a visit from Homelander a couple of days ago. He crashed into my apartment… He knows.”
Grace cursed under her breath. “Y/N, we’re playing with fire here.”
You swallowed thickly, feeling your heartbeat raising. “What’s going on with you? Something happened back there?”
“Victoria Neuman came, saying she wanted to talk to me. She kinda threatened my life, and I’m on the run… Now I can make the puzzle.”
“You think they might be working together?”
“Probably. Senator Bishop was found dead, and guess who is running now with Robert Singer for vice president.”
You chuckled. The whole situation was so ironically clear. “Victoria, that stupid, smart bitch.”
“I’m gonna get some information on her, I know some people who’d know more than I do. I’ll call once I find something.”
“Okay, I’ll wait for that. Do you need me to do anything?”
“Just keep Soldier Boy busy. Work on that injection as soon as you can,” she ordered.
You nodded to yourself, taking a look around the empty lot. “Yes, ma’am.”
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After a somewhat long time, Ben saw you entering the room and locking the door. You left a paper bag and water on the nightstand by his bed, where he laid down like he was having a nice day on the beach with only a towel around his hips. He noticed you looked down at him a little longer than usual, but he wasn’t going to let that slip. A sleazy smirk formed on his lips.
“My eyes are up here, sugar.”
You turned away your gaze for a moment before looking back up at him again, confident this time as you locked up your eyes with his half-lidded ones.
“Stop the pet names, Soldier Boy.”
Ben stood up on his feet slowly under your eyes following his moves. His muscular frame towering over your figure as the towel fell to the floor, revealing his bare figure to you. He was growing fond of the way you didn’t step back, ever, from him.
“Well, you never complained back there. Speaking of,” he took the bottle of water between his hands and took a sip from it before his green orbs focused on you anew. “I think you owe me an explanation.”
“I already told you. I don’t know shit.”
“Fucking lies,” the supe hissed. “Tell me now.”
You shrugged and crossed your arms on your chest, tired of him. “I have nothing.”
“Sweetheart, you never shut your piehole during our sessions. Don’t back up now,” he dared, stepping closer to you, eyelids narrowing.
Neither Ben or you dared to look away. You had to act like it, for your good. What if Soldier Boy found out that probably Homelander was behind all of it? It was going to be the end of him, his son; the fucking abusive experiment would be gone with a blast. But Vought was still around. It wasn’t just about Homelander or personal payback. It was more than that.
Homelander was barely the tip of the iceberg. And you were afraid Ben would never understand the mission. Would he say yes to use his blood to create even more experiments after all he went through, even if you explained everything? You knew his answer. The next step was getting it from him and it was going to be the hardest thing ever. But you could think of that later. There was nothing that a small cut accident couldn’t do.
“I’m not talking because I have nothing to tell you, Ben,” you lied, looking at him with your brows knitting together. “I wish I knew, but I’m just as scared as you might be.”
“I’m not scared,” he replied a little too fast. “I want to know why you took me out.”
“Why not?” you insisted. “You deserve another chance.”
And I need you alive to find a cure to this curse.
Ben scrutinized your face. This time, he couldn’t read through you. What did he know though, was that he was tired. A burning ache was forming inside him once again and he needed to release it. He was used to sensing your heartbeats, the blood running on your veins, and still now there was no glimpse of you reacting to his teasing. Any other woman would have thrown herself at him, he was used to it. Now, there wasn’t anyone. Just you, paying no attention to his perfectly sculpted body and his cock between his legs. It had to be the fact that you were a supe. Not as powerful, but still. A clear advantage in the cursed world you all lived in. He took in your body, thinking into luring you to give in and imagining how it would be to have you crying under him, moaning his name exactly like numerous women have. Just for the night.
“Don’t think about it, Soldier Boy,” you voiced out, like if you read his nasty mind. “I’m not gonna do that.”
His eyes went back to your face. “Y’know, I used to have lines of women like you during my days. Countless lines of rich whores, waiting to have a good fuck with me. Pretty ladies whose husbands would leave unattended, cute little secretaries, bombshell Hollywood actresses… All of them, just wet holes ready for me. I’d take them all.”
You chuckled at his pathetic little speech. If that was his way of getting you to bed, it wasn’t working. Not now, not never.
“I’m not just any rich whore, Ben. I don’t want to fuck you, you can use the bathroom to take care of your little problem down there.”
You saw how his jaw clenched as he held his eyes with yours.
He smirked. “Maybe not today, pretty thing. But you’ll see.”
“Be my guest.”
Ben turned around, giving you a clear view of his ass as he locked himself inside the bathroom. The sound of the shower running was not enough to cover his moans and grunts as he jerked himself off. You just decided to sleep. There was a long drive waiting for you in the morning.
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mechazushi · 5 months ago
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Some personal commentary on the Final Episode of Kn8 (Out of order of events)
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THEM BOARD OF DIRECTORS AINT SHIT!!!!! YOU DIDN'T LET MINA SIT DOWN! YOU TOLD HER STRAIGHT TO HER FACE THAT HER OPINION DIDN'T MATTER! GAVE HER SHIT WHEN SHE SPOKE HER MIND- THAT YOU ASKED HER TO BY THE WAY! YOU ONLY WANTED HER THERE TO SAY SHIT BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO COVER YOUR SORRY, DEATH-MONGERING ASSES!!!! YA'LL CAN SUCK ON A BAG OF SHAT ON, DISMEMBERED DICKS!!!!!!!!!!! CHOKE ON THEM, CHOKE ON THEM ALLLLLLL!!!!!! I thought I was being funny when I made them out to be slightly villainous in my fanfic, but I just seem to jinx shit when I write apparently.
With that out of the way....
Yoooo, that "Re-gen from the core" scene was straight fire! I liked how they made it almost look like Kn8 was a ghost coming back from the other side for a second there. Not sure how I feel with them making him glow red at the last second, though.
They took ma mans spare tire away (-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩___-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩-̩̩̩) (I really hope that theory about him losing weight leads to his kaiju-ification it true. Give me back my soft body brawler daddy) Cool chest scar tho, wonder if anyone's gonna do a "scar worship" fic with KafHoshi or KafMina. (that might be something I might have to end up doing)
Awww! Look at everyone being happy that Kafka doesn't get to die! ("'dsldvnjvFUCKINBOARDOFDIRECTS!*foams at mouth*) Everybody going "Yay! Dad's gonna be ok!"
"Failed the entrance test twelve times" HOLD UP! When did Kafka start to enlist? When was the original cut off age point? DETAILS WOMAN, I NEED DETAILS!!!!!
AHHHAHAHHH!! GOD WHAT DID THEY DO TO NARUMI?!?!?? He was my least favorite, but they did him dirty, God damn. I really hope that's just helmet hair and they fix him in the next season. I'm not one to encourage a complete revamp of a show's art style, but I think it would be forgiveable here.
I'm starting to wonder if the production studio has had access to more information than we know. With the way the last few chapters of the manga have been going, everyone has gotten worried that it's ending soon, but the last sentences that Kn9 said has got me wondering if there are other things that may be occurring later down the line in the manga. I really hope that's the case because we have SOOO many unanswered questions.
Last, but not least, Everyone say thank you to the development studios that went out of their way to bring us extra scenes that weren't even thought about in the manga.
See ya in three years, Kaiju Number Eight the Anime.
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sharpedgedfool · 1 month ago
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Hey there! Hope you don’t mind me popping into your inbox more often lately, but I’ve just been pondering Sonic and Shadow in your AUs a lot and had some questions about them—can’t imagine why (glances over at your AO3 account) /j
1- how does Oliver eventually come to trust (or at least not hate) Sonic in the museum au? I assume it takes a while and involves the two of them spending a lot of time together on their archeological investigation?
2- in the fae au, is it unhealthy for Sonic/Wild Cherry to be pushing himself to wake up in the wintertime? And how does it feel for him the first time he wakes up so early in the cold? (I’d also love to know how he first meets Shadow/Black Ice but I don’t want to ask too much at once…)
3- I know you said you have some ideas for a sequel to your fleetadow fic, would you by any chance be interested in sharing anything about that?
(And of course, feel free to say “you’ll see” in response to any of these if you don’t feel like answering or if they’re too spoilery! I’m just very interested in all of your story ideas /gen /pos)
Hii, I don’t mind questions at all!! Any excuse to ramble about my silly ideas, I’ll just rapid fire answer below (I'll hide it under a cut cause it got a bit long lmao)
1. That’s part of the story yeah! It’ll take a while, but they’re gonna get to know each other over the course of the investigation, the ruins go deep. I can’t say much cause I’m still trying to write it, but I’m excited to see what people make of what I’ve got planned so far! Sonic’s gonna prove his hero shtick isn’t all bells and whistles, and Shadow’s secrets quickly become unavoidable despite his efforts, it's sort of him they're investigating after all, and by the time he realises it's way too late to turn back.
2. It's not really a severe risk to their health, it’s more so just hard for Fae to control their nature; in this case the whole dying/regeneration process usually isn’t something they have any power over, and it usually relies on the cold to naturally let them know when to wake up, kinda like a hibernation type thing. Sonic’s been trying to wake up a smidge earlier for decades now, but its just sheer determination and a bit of luck on his part. If he woke up mid-winter it'd be a bit of a problem, but he just wakes up a few days shy of spring. I have their first meeting scripted out, I was hoping to turn it into a full comic but I’ve not had the time yet so we’ll see. I’ll maybe just write it out instead at some point haha.
3. I’ve been scheming away at that too, the sequels gonna have a bit more focus on Fleetway and Sonic and how they manage to handle their coexistence now they’ve found some common ground, Shadow’s the catalyst for them to get along but he’s not around to play referee all the time. Amy’s gonna get some time to shine too in this one, but its mainly focused on Sonic, Shadow and Fleetway again. I have another fun twist in mind but I’m still working on the outline so I don’t wanna say anything for certain in case I change my mind mid-way through - the endgame is something cheery tho I promise, I like a happy ending!
Thanks for the questions!! Bother me about my aus anytime haha :)
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I hope u guys have been having a good summer and are enjoying Natlan!!
Im still alive and writing dw! :)
As ive said a lot in older posts, i got my first full time job and then ive got a class to keep up with outside of it to get certified, so that leaves me with little free time to take care of myself/my house, and even littler time to play genshin/write/do my hobbies 🙃
Im still cleaning up a fic to post for u guys and getting that surprise lined up, so its been a long time coming, I know,
trust meee, ME of all ppl wants me to finish this the most so i can clear time to get back to asks/my Player Possession fic 💔
But anyway, pls update me in the comments here how yall have been and how youve been enjoying Natlan!!
Ive just kinda wandered into the territory as im still finishing Fontaine archon quests
(The adhd kicks in HARD in genshin and all these world quests like in Sumeru/Fontaine literally derail any other thought i have other than "Another Funny Little Plot Side Quest?? Oh that sound Neat" and im off track from the main plot all over again...)
Oh, and happy autumn/beginning of fall for all u freaks out there getting pumpkin spice lattes already 💀 /lh
Safe Travels Violet, & You Too Reader :)
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