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creedslove · 7 months ago

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Hello baby!

What if our favorite cowboy organizes a date with his sugar, the man literally prepares everything alone or the best he can. He organizes everything in his ranch.

It was the first time he was so excited to receive her, prepared a meal, get ready, once he finally picked her up, he was like:

"Hell, sugar... you look so goddamn precious!"

Whisky being literally being a pleaser to his sugar, he teached her how to ride one of his favourites horses, his home, he doesn't know what else to do for her.

I hope you feel much better! I send you a big hug! ✨

Agent Whiskey (Jack Daniels) x f!reader

A/N: hi bestie!!! I love this so so so so much, this is such Agent Whiskey coded because he is a people's pleasure, and above all, he's a sugar pleaser, which means he'll please his sugar until the day he dies

• Whiskey is the king of date: he never lacks ideas, plans or any other thing to take his sugar on a date, he's got a wide range of creativity and money that helps a lot, so it's just a matter of picking up the mood for the day not to overdo himself

• he's definitely the kind of man who would drive you across town just so you can grab that one pie you had when you were PMSing years ago and you never forgot, or he would book you tickets for a weekend getaway if you complain about stress at work and stuff like that

• but even if he's great at pleasing, he's still a romantic at heart, so the best kinds of dates in his opinion, are the ranch dates, because he loves his ranch, it's a huge part of who he is, at his ranch, he's not just the tacky cowboy who talks funny and isn't afraid to pick a fight at places, but instead, he's himself, not Whiskey, just Jack, with his beautiful green fields, his horses, his simple life and his southern manners

• so you can expect a real weekend, because the cowboy isn't just going to invite you for a day, you're going to at least spend the night, have the whole ranch experience, all you gotta do is to say yes to it and he'll make it happen

• and he's a gentleman, let's not forget about that, so even if you insist you can drive to his ranch, chances are you aren't because he'll make sure to pick you up with his Bronco, he just wants you to take on a ride in it because he loves that car, it's pretty, comfortable, it's got status, and he's excited to be seen driving around with you in the passenger seat, just as he's excited to see you wearing your cute sunglasses as your hair flies loose at the window

• that if he doesn't gift you a cowboy hat the minute he picks you up, because yeah, he is gonna buy you a stetson, he just doesn't know when he's gonna give it to you, so why not in the beginning of the adventure, anyway?!

• and let me tell you: that cowboy's ranch is simply gorgeous! He will be so proud and happy to show you around, knowing exactly where to take you and what to do with you there, giving you a tour through the main house that's big and comfortable af obviously and then taking you to the stables so you can see the animals and play with them and all of them

• now, hear me: he loves horses, he's been riding them forever so if you know how to ride them, he will be glad to do so with your company, but if you don't, Jack will be thrilled to teach you from the very beginning, from how to actually get on the horse, to where to hold it and gentle guide it until you are feeling safe

• if the weather is hot enough, you can also expect him to take you swimming out at the lake, because let's face it: do you think Jack Daniels didn't grow up swimming in those waters around the ranch? He knows all the nice and pretty spots to take girls by the way, and you won't be different at all

• in the evening, you can expect him to throw a barbecue or just smoke some meat, but the thing is: it's gonna be outside, it's dark, warm and the lights will be on, making the ranch look so nice, although it's a little bit empty too, but it's a good thing since it's just the two of you spending time together; he'll serve you appetizers, the main dish, and the best liquor Statesman is capable of producing

• and yeah, he will roast marshmallows by the fire and tell you ghost stories about that land as if you two were in a summer camp together, and even if you know there's a big fat chance he's lying, you will still feel slight shivers down your spine and you will cling to him just a little bit tighter once the howling wind blows

• but once you two get back inside, it's sweet sweet love making with a sugar coated cowboy, where you can't have enough of him and he can't get enough of you, loving your body all night long and of course he'll greet you in the morning with breakfast in bed because he's a romantic at heart

• so chances are, you're gonna spend the morning in bed, enjoying the big breakfast and the cowboy's sugar and in the afternoon, he's definitely taking you for a picnic, with everything you're entitled to: a beautiful basket, a nice plaid towel, mini sandwiches and cake, all he wants is to spoil you

• watching the sunset together as you enjoy this romantic time is great, but as soon as the sun sets, he's gonna give you puppy eyes, asking you to stay the night once more, not ready to let you go home just yet 🥺❤️

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docksidedoner · 11 days ago

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rambling about my autistic top hat headcanon

i know people have a lot of headcanons about tugs characters; it should, by my blog, be no surprise which character i most often focus on.

at any rate, i wanted to talk about my autistic top hat headcanon specifically because i figure it’s probably the “deepest” headcanon i’ve got, and it means a lot to me! it’s all under the cut, so scroll at your leisure :^]

since tugs is set in the 1920s, i imagine that top hat’s whole fancy “moneyed” getup objectively lends itself to good first impressions, and that his “above his station” attire is a conscious choice due to a personal struggle with charisma and a desire to “make up” for what he lacks through his appearance.

i believe he would be rather awed by hercules, who seems to never be “out of place” in any way/able to glide by on his high charisma.

i think he’d also be very envious of/irritated at ten cents, who lacks hercules’ charisma but is still incredibly well-liked for his kind and selfless attitude.

somewhat linked to the previous point; he is relatively high-masking, and his haughty demeanour acts as a defense mechanism to try and stop people from catching his social slip-ups. in other words, “i can’t ruin things by accidentally being rude or arrogant if i act rude and arrogant all the time on purpose!”

i like to think that another part of it is him liking to be involved in workplace bickering. the guy loves drama, but also it’s a great conversation topic, and would especially be a goldmine for someone who struggles with them inherently.

i headcanon him to experience the symptoms of an SPD, particularly regarding noise, scent, and touch.

i know the canon implication is that he just values his image, but i particularly like to imagine that his scent and touch sensitivities are a part of what makes him detest garbage jobs so much.

i also like to think that star tries to avoid putting top hat on garbage detail, not necessarily because he knows the extent of the latter’s overwhelm, but simply because he knows that top hat will do a worse job because of it 😭

the noise part comes mostly from this cut line in the original “sunshine” drafts, which i think is very in-character for him:

he would be a big scheduler. the guy likes to prepare. even in canon he gets in a tizzy when things don’t go to plan (which they practically never do!)

just another reason i think he’d dislike garbage jobs. it’s just not what he normally does!

on account of him being a boat, he doesn’t necessarily “stim” in the way a regular neurodivergent person would. i do, however, want to believe that sometimes the raising of his neck is an unconscious act that tends to happen when he’s feeling some kind of strong emotion.

also, i see very few autistic people talk about it online… but speaking to oneself, especially about everyday things, is also a method by which autistic people stim! of course, the only reason he does it is because it’s… a children’s tv show, but he strikes me as a yapper who likes to talk through his tasks regardless.

this has nothing canonical to support it whatsoever, but i think that he’d do his very best to avoid intense overwhelm because it’d make him blow up and yell a lot. he’d probably be very ashamed of any outbursts he had and fear that they’d make him seem undignified.

he’s certainly the kind of guy who would bitch and moan incessantly in the hopes that it would get him out of an overwhelming situation quicker

in that vein, there’s probably been one or two incidents involving warrior or ten cents where he’s just absolutely flipped out for little discernable reason, purely because he just complained the way he regularly does over and over until “the straw broke the camel’s back” and he started having a breakdown. (if warrior or ten cents ever mentioned this to him he might die a little, so it’s probably a good thing that they’re too kind to ever bring it up!)

also this is something me and my friend were discussing, but based on the fact that he’s a railway tug i think he’d have an interest in trains and railway history.

probably owns 3-4 rather expensive model trains. he’s no hoarder, but he likes what he likes and takes good care of them.

he could probably talk for hours about it, although half the time i doubt he’d let himself. he would be nervous about “slipping”/getting too excited because he wouldn’t want to come across as undignified!

that’s mostly it— thanks for reading! if you have anything else to add please feel free to leave it in the comments or reblogs 🙏 i just really like this headcanon and wanted to share it lol.

#this is tugs #top hat #ten cents #headcanon #autism #the textpost for its size is the most powerful craft afloat #sorry for being dead btw! been very busy. i was selling at a con!#i’m still quite busy between deadlines and brain fog. but i’ll try to readjust to the world as swiftly as i can👍

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toxinoire · 1 year ago

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So I've been thinking...

What if Heathers was a scheme? An elaborate plan created by Veronica, the Heathers, Betty and Martha?

Because I remember in the musical, JD smells the drain cleaner yet still gives it to Heather Chandler. Meaning the smell was faint.

Or there wasn't a smell, because it wasn't drain cleaner.

Okay, so hear me out.

The six of them have been friends since they were freshmen. The Heathers are starting to be popular because ✨rich kids✨

H³ + V have been dating since sophomore year.

They realized how shitty the school system is and how bad everything outside of their rooms are. But of course, until they're adults, they can't do shit about the outside world.

Yet school is within their reach.

So, here's how it worked.

As the Heathers became more and more popular, everyone would try to get close to the three to gain popularity, creating the social ladder. To maintain popularity, everyone would bully the "weak", Martha, Betty and Ronnie included. The adults don't care so school became hell.

The six of them plan to stop it.

They decided to pretend to go with the flow to see how far every student would take it.

Which led to Kurt and Ram learning to rape and other terrible things.

They needed to do something, but they would need a clueless puppet to do so. A person with no morals.

A person who does terrible things with no regrets. A person beyond redemption. They are not recruiting this one, they'll be using this one.

Fast forward to senior year.

Veronica has done her research and learned that the son of Big Bud Dean, a man who was accused of physical assault, yet was let go due to lack of evidence.

Jason Dean, a boy who had a bad reputation of violence among his peers. Students from previous schools complained about how he's manipulative yet no one took it that seriously. There was an instance he almost killed a student, but he wasn't sued.

Perfect.

They talked it out and came to the agreement that someone will have to get close to him to learn more.

And that became Veronica.

In order for this to work, Veronica had to be a popular girl. Uphold the image of "I'm popular but I'm more human than all of you" to get his attention. So Veronica became a Heather.

It happens like the movie, during the lunch time poll, she conversed with JD, pretended to look like she was into him. Which led to Kurt and Ram approaching him and the fight happens. JD pulls the blank gun on Kurt and Ram.

Sign 1 that this boy is dangerous.

The croquet scene we see in the musical where Heather Chandler acts like a bitch to Ronnie and Duke is staged because Veronica's parents are within their earshot.

Everything they say that the public hears that make them look shitty are practiced.

One could say their school is a theatre and they're the ones pulling the strings for the acts.

So we get to Freeze Your Brain where Veronica indulges him into a conversation and learns his backstory. Understandable, yet not justifiable. Of course, Heather Chandler walks in and says her lines.

In the car, the two talk about it. Then they decide to test the boy. Veronica has to mess up at the party to see how far JD could go. If JD really is someone who'd kill someone all because he can and not regret it, they'll have to be prepared.

The party happens and it goes as it does during Big Fun. Again, these are all scripted acts of theirs.

Veronica is by no means, a lightweight. But you can smell the alcohol from her. So when she goes into JD's room (The Heathers were fine with this knowing it's a show) and Dead Girl Walking happens, it proved that he is willing to take advantage of someone. Mind you, Veronica MAY have known what she was doing, she was still ever so clearly drunk. The fact that JD did not stop it and let it happen WILLINGLY says a lot.

Sign 2 that he's dangerous.

Now you couldn't say they "fucked" it was more they had little clothing on and Veronica was the one in control so it extremely quick but of course, JD had his d!ck t0uch3d so he considers it a fuck.

Morning came and Veronica telling JD that she needs to apologize to Heather Chandler.

"By the way, you were my first." A lie. The Heathers were obviously.

Heather Chandler asked for the prairie oyster because that was the script they followed.

They hid the REAL drain cleaner and JD didn't know.

So when HC drinks it, she pretends to fall and die. She wore a kimono specifically, one that's a little bigger than her to avoid showing that she's still breathing.

Veronica says her lines and JD convinces her of the fake suicide note.

Sign 3.

The police officers were H³ + V, Betty and Martha's accomplices. My idea is that Veronica has an older sister who is also an anarchist and went with their plan, and is lowkey kinda proud that Veronica is following her footsteps.

The events I'm basing off are mostly the musical to make it longer so there was no HC funeral. She was in the hospital "recovering". The doctor also works for Veronica's older sis.

So Blue/You're Welcome. The HD and HM's moment to enter the curtain.

Again, getting Veronica there (and being stone cold bitches if Blue) was scripted. Kurt and Ram being rapists aren't but they expected it.

So in the movie, JD coerced Duke to taking the scrunchy. In the musical, she did it herself. So this is a mix mix sitch.

JD "convinces" her to take the scrunchy by blackmail (that HD and Martha purposefully left out) and she takes the scrunchy from HC's locker.

Kurt and Ram were the ones who spread the rumors. They knew beforehand. So they tasked HD (and HM if Blue) to make it worse.

Veronica cried on command for this one so JD could see.

Cue Our Love Is God.

She knew, they all knew JD would try to kill Kurt and Ram. They didn't mind that.

Kurt and Ram are rapists and they don't regret what they've done one bit. They brag about raping, so they were fine with them dying.

Veronica acts like she's clueless. JD tries to lovebomb her which she pretends to succumb to.

And here's sign 4.

Cue Dead Gay Son.

Now Seventeen, which once again, staged.

Veronica and Martha's interaction after that? Staged. Veronica said that within JD's earshot. They needed to let him think that he's got Veronica under his control.

Then Shine a Light.

And Lifeboat.

Which was staged, but also wasn't.

HM talking was staged. What she said was real.

HM already had terrible mental health so HD making fun of her might've been scripted, what the other students said is what hurt her. It ran through her head over and over. It's why she ran.

Veronica admitting her crimes was a test they pulled on everyone to see how'd they react once HD said that anyone would say anything to be more popular.

"Just like McNamara." Said HD, as she looked into Veronica's eyes, silently telling her to follow the girl yellow. Because she truly looks hurt.

Veronica got the memo and went after HM.

So Shine A Light Reprise.

Veronica tells HM that maybe they should pause their plan first to help her heal but HM told Veronica it's fine.

After a long conversation Veronica decided to go through with the plan.

After learning what happened HD couldn't stop apologizing even though HM constantly told her that she wasn't hurt by her words but the other students'.

Martha on the other hand overheard Veronica and HM's conversation. So she realized that for this plan to work, someone has to get hurt.

Physically.

Actually, almost DIE.

Because to get the school to realize how they treat others is only when someone gets hurt.

So she calls Betty and tells her the idea. Betty of course tries to talk Martha out of it but she caved in because Martha was insistent.

So Kindergarten Boyfriend is her written suicide note. The note she gave Betty was her plan.

She couldn't reach Veronica so the ones who knew at the time were her, HC and HD.

Cue I Say No. Veronica wants to see how JD would take it and what he would do to get her back, because she knows what happened.

The lines before Yo Girl was said in the way it was to keep the act, but HD's eyes were saying something different.

See, when she handed HM the "petition" it wasn't the petition JD made her make the student body sign. It was the note Martha gave Betty.

THAT'S why Yo Girl happens.

Now JD is in Veronica's room. Veronica is hiding in the closet. What should she do now? How are they-

Then JD mentions the bomb.

That's it. That's how she'll end it. She finally sees the final picture.

So Martha doing what she did would be kind of worth it.

So she pretends to kill herself and we get the first verse and first Chorus (only that) of Dead Girl Walking Reprise.

Because the fight happened the way it did in the movie.

But the bomb is still on, which Veronica forgot about. So she had to take it outside.

But she sees JD get up to try and follow her.

So she still takes the bomb out but with the intention of JD blowing up instead.

I Am Damaged happens but differently. We don't hear Veronica say "Oh my g0d, wait hold on, not this way" we only hear JD.

Veronica takes out a cigarette and behind her, HD, Betty and Martha walk by the door watching them, smirk and walk back to the pep rally to signal HM thats it's almost over.

Then HC enters stage right, leaning against a tree within JD's sight, smirking. JD's eyes widen as he realizes that he wasn't the one in control.

The bomb is at 6 seconds.

"Say hi to God."

Aaaaaaannnnnnddddd Seventeen Reprise.

It happens as it does at West End, wherein HD takes Ronnie's hand.

And there it is.

The final act is over.

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So opinions???

#veronica sawyer #heather chandler #heathers the musical #heathers the movie #heather duke #heather mcnamara #chandlamara #dukesaw #chansaw #mcnamawyer #chanduke #mcduke #poly!heathersxveronica

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sinsandsweetness · 2 years ago

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Attitude (sex and zombies- chapter 11)

pairing- {Shane x fem!reader}

summary-You and Shane have something in common.

warnings- 18+ content, MDNI!

notes- flashback/ bonus scene for a Shane request. lets say set in between chapter 1 and 2.

“What the hell is he doin' over there? Gearing up for world war three? Jeesus.”

You were successful in holding in your laugh. Though a tiny smirk escaped that Shane unfortunately happened to see.

You were standing with him and Rick at the picnic table. Gearing up for the days search party for Sophia. Switching the route up and sending people out in pairs. You’d hoped for Rick as your search companion but Dale was weirdly insistent on being his partner. And so you got stuck with Shane. 'Stuck' might be a harsh word. You got to pair up with Shane.

“He’s just well prepared I guess.” You shrugged. Also watching the hunter from across camp, geared up with an incredible amount of leather on. Fixing up arrows and cleaning several of his guns. The tying of his shoelaces around his pant leg was what sent Shane over the edge. Prompting the rude jokes about his overpreparation and dedication to the cause.

“It’s smart! No mice can get up in there.” You tried to defended the man, though still chuckling at Shane’s jokes even at the expense of Daryl.

“Yeah well he’s still an idiot.”

“He’s just trying to help, Shane.” “You don’t need to be such an asshole,” You and Rick both spoke at the same time. He looked over and gave you a sweet smile at your silent agreement. Both sticking up for the man you were beginning to befriend. Shane huffed a quick ‘whatever’ and continued cleaning his gun.

You let Rick run over the game plan once again. Paying extra close attention to the veins in his hand and the way his long fingers pointed at the map, and definitely not enough to the words he was actually saying.

“You ready?” Shane tapped your hip with the back of his hand, grabbing your attention away from the dirty thoughts about what Ricks fingers could be doing to you.

“Yup. Gun. Knife. Phone. Wallet. “ You joked, patting down your pockets. Your face dropped at his lack of reaction, “Just kidding...”

He rolled his eyes and let himself smirk at your awful attempt to humour him. “I’ll meet you in the truck,” and lightly smacked your bum. Sending you off towards the driveway.

You watched him and Rick talk from the window of the vehicle. Lot's of eye rolling from Shane, and a clear argument between the two. His head still shaking as he entered the drivers seat.

“What?” You asked. The obvious shift in his attitude from before. He shifted the truck into drive and peeled out of the driveway.

“Is everything ok?” You asked after a moment of his heated silence.

He looked over while driving, contemplating what to tell you.

“Rick. He just- I don’t think he gets it. I mean come on, you 'n me both know we ain’t ever finding this girl.”

“Not with that attitude,” You joked.

He glared again. Serious written all over his face. You straightened up.

“Wait you actually want us to leave? To give up?” You looked at him. Honestly shocked at his forwardness. “Would you do that if it were Carl? Or Lori? Or me?”

“I wouldn’t have let any of you run off in the first place. Rick's too focused on the what if's. What he needs to focus on is the reality. She’s dead. Gotta be. There’s only so much ground to cover here. Hell we coulda been in Fort Benning by now."

“Rick is doing everything he can. He's trying to find a little girl who is scared and alone, surrounded by crazy flesh eating monsters. And you want us to leave? To Fort Benning? You really think that’s gonna be any better than here?”

“Yeah. I do.”

You scoffed a little. Rolling your eyes and turning to watch out the window.

The rest of the ride was quiet. You parked and walked the section that Rick had you two searching.

While you trekked through the forest, Shane began shit talking again. He started by complaining about Daryl, then Dale, then going back to Rick. Which normally you’d love to listen to since it involved Ricks name. But with the condescending tone Shane was speaking with, you were just irritated.

“-n everyone always has to listen to Rick. Take sides with Rick. Doesn't help that you and that redneck won’t hop off his dick-"

You whipped around quickly. Getting fed up at his bitching.

“Ohmygod Shane. What is your deal? Are you jealous or something? Is that what this is all about?”

“Jealous?” He scoffed. “I need him to get his head out of his ass, and start being a real leader. Focus on his family-”

“All he does is focus on his family!! You’re just mad that he’s doing a better job leading than any of us could.” You looked up at him. Not shying away from the scowl burning into you. “Or does this have to do with the fact that you're obsessing over his wife.”

He pulled at your collar, tugging you real close.

“I am not obsessing over anyone,” He hissed, nose almost touching yours.

“Well you’re not being very subtle about wanting to fuck her then.” No emotion could be read from your voice.

He thought for a moment.

“And you’re not very subtle about wanting to fuck Rick either.”

What an ass.

“Looks like we got something in common then.”

You tugged yourself out of his grasp and turned around, returning your focus to your search. Checking the ground for prints and hair and clothes. Anything that could have signalled Sophia’s presence in the woods. Looking for everything that Daryl had tried teaching you about.

“Hey! Get back here. We ain’t done yet.”

“Shane, I'm trying to find Sophia can we please just focus on-“ you were interrupted by his hand turning you by the shoulder and abruptly crashing his mouth against yours. What the fuck is he thinking.

“Agh- Shane!” You pulled away. Confused and surprised.

“Aw come on baby. You just said it. We have something in common. You’re pining over him... I ain’t getting over her. Let's take this out on eachother.”

“Shane I told you I-"

“Don’t even try and tell me that you're saving yourself for someone else cause I know that’s bullshit. He's married. And loyal. Now take your jeans off.”

You could feel your cheeks turn red. Getting turned on by the way he ordered you around. And the way he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

“We’re in the middle of the woods-" you kept your voice low, trying to pull away but he shushed you, moving in on your frame and pushing you against a tree.

“You afraid Rick's gonna see us? Huh?” Shane started kissing down your neck as his hands fumbled with the button of your jeans. Tugging the fabric down your ass cheeks.

You couldn’t think of an answer. Yes. Kind of. Definitely. fuck.

Not only did you not want Rick seeing, but you really didn’t want Daryl seeing. He might actually fight you if he found out.

“Just like last time baby, just relax,”

He palmed at your breasts, and you could feel the wetness pooling in your lace underwear.

“That was supposed to be a one time thing Shane-"

He shut you up with his tongue in your mouth. You groaned, feeling him hum against your mouth. There wasn’t much you could do except give in to his grabby hands, pulling at your jeans and moving on to your flannel. Not caring about the search and rescue mission anymore. Just the possibility of getting bent over a tree stump and fucked into oblivion.

You were no better then any man.

You kissed him back as your hands went to his chest, pulling on his t-shirt, fingernails digging into his skin. You could hear him undo his belt.

“Fuck,” You whispered as his head dipped back to your neck, kissing down to your shoulder. You kicked your pants off to the ground beside you. Flannel unbuttoned and hanging open with his reach going for your panties, tugging them to the side.

“Up,” he tapped twice on the backs of your thighs. So you threw your arms around him and held on as he lifted you up. Pulled your legs around his waist and pushed you up against the tree.

“Atta girl.” He moved his mouth back over yours. Kissing you rough and messy as he lined himself up with your slit, the head of his cock running through your slick a couple of times before he pushed all the way in.

You let out a groan. From the stretch of practically zero foreplay, but mostly just the pleasure of being filled right up.

“Fuck baby. So wet and ready for me.” He said against your lips. You only moaned in response.

He fucked you into the tree, your back scratching against the bark and his hands holding tightly at the skin on your thighs. He wouldn't stop talking, spitting continuous praise, and occasional mocking.

“So fuckin' tight for me,”

“You like that? Getting fucked out here for anyone to see?”

“Damn baby you always this loud?”

“Bet I'm takin' care of you better than Rick ever could. Don’t you agree sweet stuff?"

He kept on going until you were an incoherent, moaning mess.

“Shane!” You could feel yourself getting close, digging your fingers into his biceps.

“Yeah princess? You close for me?”

“So close-”

He lifted you up a little further, bringing your legs up and over his shoulders. Unsure of how he was even holding you up at that point. But the new angle made you cry out. Hitting a spot so deep inside of you that it borderline hurt. The sounds you made were unavoidable, not that he minded. If anything it just boosted his ego and made him try even harder.

"That's right, come all over my cock baby. Fuck. Such a good girl for me." He fucked you through your orgasm. Hard and fast and destroying your cervix. Eyes rolling back with his name on your tongue.

As soon as your breathing shallowed, he lowered you back down to the ground.

“On your knees,”

You happily complied. Getting down and taking him in your mouth, hands pumping at the base as you finished him off. Didn’t take long before you were swallowing every drop.

You looked up at him with swollen lips and half lidded eyes.

“Goddamn. You really are something else.”

He did up his own belt as you adjusted your thong, and buttoned up your shirt.

Shane helped you up and started to pull your jeans on. Being sure to cop a feel of your ass as he did. You chuckled at his predictability.

“Hey,” he grabbed your jaw tipping it up. “Feel a little better now? Get some of that attitude fucked out of you?”

"Did you?"

His eyes darkened. "Do we gotta go another round or are you gonna smarten up?" He joked. Mostly anyway.

“You’re still an asshole.” You shook your head and tried not to smile.

He laughed and grabbed your ass again, pulling you in for one last kiss.

“We should get going. Get the rest of this region checked.”

You nodded and grabbed your weapons off the ground, following closely behind him.

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"Nothing?" Daryl jogged up the driveway as you hopped out of the truck. You shook your head.

"You?"

He shook his head too. Disappointment flooding his face. "Fuck."

"We'll go again tomorrow. We did all we could for the day." You let him grab at your shirt, pulling you towards the camp. Only looking back at Shane for a second, to see him smirking at you from the truck. What a shit head.

"Rick was asking for you." Daryl said as he kicked a rock down the gravel.

"Really?!"

"You don't have to sound so excited about it." he grumbled.

"Shut up."

"Seriously. I'm just glad you weren't paired up with him today."

"Why?"

He almost laughed in response until he realized you were serious.

"Cause you're way too fuckin' easy. Woulda made a cheater out of the poor guy the second you got him alone."

"I would not!" You shoved his arm gently. Couldn't help but feel a little hurt at him calling you easy. Mostly because you knew it was right. And while Daryl may have been relieved about you not being paired up with Rick, he probably didn't realize he should've been worrying about Shane.

If he knew how truly easy you'd been in the woods, he'd have you over his knees for sure.

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mariamariquinha · 2 years ago

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Poker Games (Mike Duarte x f!reader) - Part 2

Summary: The story repeats itself.

Word count: 3.6k

Warnings: I still didn’t watch a single episode of Law & Order, so again, let’s pretend I did. A lot of bad words, unprotected p in v sex, smut, kinda of rough sex, slight mention of drug dealing and gangs. I guess. If there’s anything more, again, pretend you didn’t see.

Author’s Note: This story is proof that my word when it comes to Maurice Compte's characters isn't good for shit. I owe it all to the gifs of @thoroughlymodernminutia and @mysoulisasunflower, he looked way too good to not do something about it.

Always safe to remind that Meaghan was the one who helped me, answering my questions about the show and the character. I hope I did a good job with your help, honey!

Safe to remind that I don’t write for Law & Order fandom. Think of it as an outbreak.

ARE YOU A MINOR? CHOO! CHOO! THERE’S NOTHING FOR YOU HERE.

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“Since when do you wear glasses?”

“Since I started needing to use them.”

“... Rude.”

“If this is a turn-off for you, don't worry. I can still see what I need without them.”

Mike didn't look at you, nor did he make any mention of it, but you saw the smirk on his face as he looked at whatever paperwork was on his desk. You, standing there in the doorway without an invitation to enter, made yourself welcome into his office space and closed the door behind you, holding a file behind your back as you paced back and forth, entertained by the lack of personal decoration there.

He flipped a page, then another. The place, all in all, was silent for a long time. It started to bother you after five minutes.

“Mike,” You said, standing in front of him.

“Mm?”

“Can you give me two minutes?”

“I can,” Eyes still on the pages. “But you can ask nicely, like the polite girl you are.”

“What do you mean?”

He pointed with a pen at the door, finally eyeing you from above his lenses. Are he-What a fucking bitch.

“You’re unbearable,” Your mumble didn't go unnoticed as you headed for the door, which gave you time to hear the 'you're not a walk in the park either' before stepping out into the hallway and standing in front of the closed door, face to face with 'Cap . Duarte' written on the glass.

You knocked twice.

“Who is it?”

“Are you serious?”

“Come in,” You knew he was smiling, being the fucking brat he was, and you even said ‘excuse me’ before entering again, this time closing the door with a touch of anger. “Good morning, Lieutenant.”

“Captain.”

“You seem bothered. What happened?” Mike pressed with a tease, this time well prepared to receive you with fucking attention.

“Not a fan of role play.”

“No?” Again, looking at you from above his lenses. “You’re really boring.”

“And you're turning my two minutes into half an hour,” You gestured the file in front of him, crossing your arms right after. “This is the guy you asked for. Background, parentage, everything.”

“I didn't know that you were the one who arrested him.”

“Surprised that I did my job?”

“I’ve never doubted you would be good at what you do,” Mike said. “But I’m surprised that you didn’t complain.”

“You made a point of giving me other reasons to complain.”

“Like my couch.”

After what happened, nobody brought it up. It was understood, between his attempt to put his pants back on and you finishing your beer, that it was just an isolated event, that besides not happening again, it would be reserved for the two of you. It worked. He was still him, you were still you - honestly, there wasn’t a single chance of you forgetting that he was still him.

Despite the subjective comments there, the lighter work dynamics here, the 'peace' treaty between you felt, as it should, a convenience, whether it was what you had talked about at that dinner or the consummation of a natural will between two single and, modesty aside, attractive adults.

But he was still him, always leading you to a lot of eye rolls, which was exactly what you did at the moment.

“I wouldn't complain if it was good,” Was your defensive answer, and he measured you from head to toe again before going back to his papers.

“I may need to speak to this suspect in the near future, gather more information,” Yeah, officially back to the professional Duarte. This time though, he let the comment hang in the air - when you didn’t answer, his eyes followed yours again. “Which can include your eventual participation.”

The change of demeanor put a big and ugly frown in your face, one that didn’t go away with his intense gaze. Instead of feeling the necessity of hiding it, though, you showed with all of your ‘intimacy’ that you noticed.

“It's fine with me.”

“So we are good, Lieutenant."

Your mouth opened, then closed - it wasn’t worth your worries. Duarte was probably using the small idle time to tease you in some way about what had happened, that seemed to make sense. He was still him. Being very pessimistic and realistic with yourself, he wouldn't even include you in that investigation.

And if you walked out of his office with the same static frown on your face, it was because of the abrupt way in which the matter was dropped.

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It had been a busy day - a particularly tiring two weeks, in fact.

First, Christmas. It has always been one of the toughest times at the precinct and this year was no different. In the midst of it all, you just found out that the FBI took over a case you’ve been working on for months. Months. The investigation, the late nights, the fucking bureaucracy… Everything was lost. Your captain's pat on the shoulder didn't make up for one percent of how frustrating that feeling was.

And it got worse because of something really stupid.

All you had to do was have lunch too quickly, with too little time, for a nice sauce stain to settle on your shirt and you had to take the path of shame to the locker room where, at least, you had a spare blouse to wear. You went the whole way trying to clean up the damage with a useless napkin, muttering little curses, and when you got to the front of the locker, you saw that nobody was there. Of course not. Besides everything, you always had lunch at odd hours, trying to do the best work ever.

The idea of privacy appealed to you, so you abandoned your napkin in the trash with a sharp toss of the can and abruptly pulled your shirt over your head. Maybe it was your mind fuming with stress, because you didn't hear when someone called your name, or when the door closed and footsteps came towards you.

The fabric of the new blouse had just passed around your neck when you saw Mike entering your field of vision and turning his back immediately. You suppressed a scream of fear, both hands going straight to your covered breasts - half by the shirt, half by the not-so-sexy black bra you’re wearing.

“Sorry.”

For some reason, that made you sigh with a tired posture instead of yelling at him for privacy invasion. You weren't healthy for that at the moment.

“Something happened?” You asked, fingers pulling the fabric all the way to cover the rest of your torso in time for him to turn back. There wasn’t a touch of embarrassment on his face, but you didn’t comment - it would probably lead to a 'not something I haven't seen before' that you definitely didn’t want to deal with.

“I can come back another time.”

“Well, it's not like I'm having a moment here or anything.”

“I heard about the case,” He used a calm, even careful tone, making you see a full face of sympathy (not condescension). “Crap.”

“Yeah, crap.” There was a silence between you two, a dense one, and Duarte didn’t take his eyes off your face. When it dropped to your mouth though, slowly and a touch insistent, you needed to get your shit together because damn if your day wasn’t already messy enough for this type of… situation.

“Is it something about the suspect?” You asked with a breathy voice, clearing your throat and turning your face away from him.

Duarte considered you for a bit longer before nodding.

“Just a second opinion.”

“One more, you mean.”

“Yeah, that too.”

You hid a small smile, the folder in his hand taking place in yours right away. Being really honest, you tried not to notice that he was still looking at your face when you gave you two a distance, eyes fixed on the document. You took a seat in one of the benches, reading what looked like a transcription of an interrogatory.

“You know I’ll need more time if you want me to verify this information, right?”

“Not so busy right now, are you?” Duarte teased and you didn’t suppress the urge to gaze at him before turning to the papers. The motherfucker was grinning like the menace he was. You should know better than to think that talk would be serious. “I talked to your Captain. Seems like perfect timing to borrow you.”

That sounded new, really new. You could count on one hand how many times you've had a collaborative work with Mike's team - significantly speaking, that would be a first. Admittedly, considering the history you two had, this was almost an impossibility, but apparently the scenario had changed.

You waited for him to say something about not wanting it as much as you did, but nothing came; probably because no one there was that dissatisfied with working together.

“Borrow?”

“You have more details on this suspect than anyone here, and you'll streamline our side by being a temporary consultant,” He leaned over one of the lockers, right beside yours.

“Consultant…” You murmured. “The most I can do is cross-reference information, Duarte, and even then it could be a dead-end street. This guy is a dealer, not a gangster.”

“If I told you that I trust your instincts, what would you say?”

“That you’re sweet talking me to do what you want.”

“I wouldn’t be able to do that even if I pointed a gun at your face,” There was a glint of mischief in his tone, justified by the way he smirked. “And let’s be honest, you’re already in.”

Then Duarte adjusted his position enough to have his full body turned to you.

“Remember what happened when you let your instincts lead last time?”

Amazing sex on a terrible couch? Of course you did. But of course you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“This isn’t a poker game.”

“But we can always have similar consequences.”

You resisted the temptation to say that you weren't too much of a workaholic to get certain kinds of pleasures out of a solved case, but you weren't in the mood to answer many provocations - especially coming from him. Admittedly, working so secondarily for Duarte was never a job aspiration, however, it wasn't like you really were at your best under the circumstances. With a case just taken over by the feds, you could use that parallelism to clear your head.

“Fine,” With one swift motion, you got up, gesturing with the folder in hand. “But next time, at least wait for me to get to my table.”

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One thing you were sure of: working with Duarte was not like playing poker with Duarte. In poker, you had an advantage, falling back on the bitter and cruel experiences with your aunt who slaughtered Thanksgiving nights. At work, he was the dominant one, with firm words and definite directions that everyone obeyed because he lived up to his reputation as a tough but efficient figure.

There wasn't a joke or flirtation about your past aspirations in the month and a half you'd spent closest to the Gang Unit - he just talked about the suspect, the case, the strategies. It was better that way.

That natural efficiency of his team, with their almost superficial collaboration, dismantled an entire drug distribution network that provided money to a local gang, smaller but no less prodigious at getting more dangerous. It was fine. Amazing, even. A caress to your wounded ego and a new freshness for what was to come, for a good New Year and shit.

And you had someone to thank.

Most of the team had gone to celebrate, which seemed only fair, but you knew Duarte would stay a little longer to work out some final details with his natural perfectionism, so you said you had something to work out - which wasn't a lie.

Since the last few times you played poker in the first place, you've taken to keeping the deck of cards longer in your drawer, as well as real buy chips, just in case the opportunity for entertainment presents itself. With that in mind, you knocked on his office door, which was ajar but you'd learned your lesson the first time, so you waited.

“Won't you celebrate with your detectives?” The question caught him off guard..

“There’s a few things I need to finish,” He said. “You?”

“Later. I needed to talk to you first.”

“About?”

One of the things that felt like squeezing your toes was the fact that Duarte knew how to stare at people, mainly because you liked the attention. He took in every detail of your face, as if taking personal notes in his mind, and as much as it was a little invasive at times, you appreciated it because he had nothing to hide when it came to his reactions.

It was no different then. Away from the table with file boxes, he propped an elbow on one of them and turned to you, waiting patiently because this time, it wasn't like you interrupted him.

“I want to thank you for the opportunity,” Before he could argue with one of his realistic and literal arguments, you raised one of your hands to stop his mouth. “Yes, I know this was just a convenience because of my work and all, but still.”

Duarte considered your face for a moment, serious as a rock, then shrugged lightly and grinned.

“In that case I think it's more than fair to say I'm sorry for accosting you like that in the locker room. Anyone else would have misinterpreted or taken it the other way.”

It was a little surprising; first because he remembered it and second because he was apologizing. You opened and closed your mouth, then repeated the shrug he'd given you seconds before.

“So we agree to accept both.”

“Fine.”

You two exchanged a touch - a handshake. Not firm like a professional one, but soft as ‘this is the moment we have a temporary peace’, as a memory of that fateful dinner that sealed a tenuous truce between you.

The difference is that something had happened in the middle of it. The fact that the air was briefly thinned by that memory made the touch linger, at least enough to know it wasn't just in your head.

“... I want to give you something,” You said, reaching for your back pocket with nervous hands. The chip was caught between your index and middle finger, the symbolic hundred dollars stamped there. “I've tallied up all your masterful losses the times we've played, so I'm giving you that hundred-dollar head start next time.”

“Masterful losses?” He raised both of his eyebrows, taking the small thing with a defiant expression. “Did your aunt teach you how to show off like that too?”

“You wouldn’t stand five minutes with that woman, Duarte. Be thankful that it’s me.”

“Oh, I’m thankful. That's why we didn't play again.”

You frowned, but before you could say something, he anticipated the explanation.

“I'm a sore loser. Especially when it comes from distractions.”

That sounded sharper (no, it was sharper) and you hesitated almost immediately, because one thing was a joking comment, and another was… whatever the guys meant. He didn’t hide the way his eyes got to your cleavage then back to your face. You hated to be taken aback, but suddenly it was too late, too silent, too tempting. Again, you were reminded of Duarte - not the Captain, nor the insufferable guy, but the Mike. That Mike.

Your laugh shouldn't have come out so embarrassed, almost shy, but the fact that you maintained eye contact and noted how serious he really was, made you feel like a touch of courage to the admission.

“This sounds more like you sweet talking to me.”

“And I told you that it would be stupid to do that to you,” Duarte gave a single step closer, enough to make you need to move your face a little. “But since we’re leading things this way-”

“We are?”

“Don’t you think?”

“Well, since y-”

“I haven't stopped thinking about you.”

Whatever taunt that was trapped in your mouth, it died at the same time as your ready little smile. Again, it was honest and direct, no frills. And you'd be lying if you said the idea didn't cross your mind as you ate one of your mother's puddings at Christmas or New Year's, while the two of you hung out inside the police station at an impromptu party with cheap soda.

“Duarte.” You warned. For what? For who? You couldn’t tell, honestly, because it didn’t make sense. There wasn’t someone to hide your interest - just you, him, and that damn attraction creeping through your lungs.

“I can see it in your eyes, remember? You’re not even a little subtle about it.”

“You’re so full of shit,” Your defensive tone made his smirk grow bigger.

“I’m not. We both know that.”

It was the end of the day, by God in heaven. He was still there, intact, collected, with the dark look of a truth he wasn't even hiding. Surely that would be a stupid decision, as it was the first time - but then he didn't even dare move, tease you with a touch or even explore the moment of privacy of the place. Duarte pushed you to the limits with words.

And you loved it.

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The damn sofa was there, intact, in the same place as always. You wish you could, with all the provocation on the tip of your tongue, tease him about it, but at the same time this didn’t occur to you because no one there wanted to talk, even more about that stupid thing.

Duarte made his kisses more leisurely, because there was no rush and because you still had muscle memory from the first time. Your back was against the door of his bedroom and he didn't hesitate to grab you in every possible place on your body - waist, breasts, thighs, ass. You had both hands in contact with the skin of his lower back, pulling close, feeling his erection tight in his jeans. All of it, added to the friction of the contact and the slowly sensual kisses, had you flexing your fingers on his skin, humming against his lips.

Clothes started to fall from your bodies - shirts were tossed into corners, belts undone haphazardly, shoes discarded randomly, and pants pinned at the heels. When Mike managed to get your back on the bed, he still had a sock on his foot, and he made an effort to expose himself more, without improvising like before. His body hovered you with attentiveness, like he was everywhere all at once. While his teeth were nipping your chin and neck, one of his knees pushed up on your right leg, gently opening your thighs to fit in and rubbing his covered cock in your wet panties. The contact made you gasp for air, your eyes closed at the delicious friction.

In contrast to the way he wanted to undress you, Duarte lowered one of the cups of your bra instead of taking it off completely and nibbled on your nipple, already ruffled through the air in the room. You gasped, pulled his hair, but all he did was giggle against your skin.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, you’re not.”

In fact, the bed was more comfortable and allowed you to move around without the hindrance of cruel upholstery for things or limited space. You could spread yourself across the sheets, squeeze them together as he teased your center with firm but gentle fingers, savoring every moment of that moment with the anticipation of the climax you both remembered well how to achieve.

No one thought about the bar, or the fact that everyone would ask about your sudden disappearance, but in the end none of that shit mattered. The next day or two, a good excuse would come, and you could live with a clear conscience of having a magnificent orgasm.

He penetrated you unreservedly, eliciting moans that almost didn't come out due to the friction of that intrusion. As he moved his hips, Duarte bit harder - the neck, especially, where he would leave a mark that would be difficult to hide. Your eyes opened with each friction with that part inside you that made you soften almost instantly, making you stare at the bedroom ceiling over his broad, firm shoulders, which you held tight enough to leave your own marks.

When he lifted his head and gave you a warm kiss, his tongue shamelessly massaging yours, he murmured a praise that would stick in your mind forever, whether it was the horny husky tone of his voice or the context of it all.

“You’ve ruined me, you know that? Couldn’t fuck anyone without remembering this pussy.”

And that could have sounded like a successful attempt to make that kind of encounter a regular occurrence, both for practicality and for the pleasure of seeing you let your guard down, even temporarily. You smiled at him, lowered one hand to his hips and urged him harder while the other pulled him in for another languid kiss.

“I’m already here,” You whispered with a weak voice, the first signals of your orgasm building inside of you. “What's your plan?”

“Give you the hundred-dollar head start.”

Of course, you didn't voice how much sense it made, or how whatever he had done to you was worth more than a bad joke, but your body's reaction said it all.

Mike Duarte has ruined you for every other man.

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#mike duarte #mike duarte x reader #captain mike duarte #law and order svu #law and order fanfiction #law and order fic #maurice compte #female reader

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tazzmanien · 10 months ago

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I fell for the trap. A few months ago I stumbled upon the title Little Mushroom and thought that sounds cute, let's read it one day when I'm into fluff. You all seemed to write positive stuff about it, so I naively didn't do my due diligence.

I mean, who calls a novel Little Mushroom and proceeds to break your heart and mind on so many levels, that I fear they will never heal again? I should have known better, after all it's a Chinese novel.

In short, I'm devastated in the most positive way. I mean it!

The story is so depressing with all the despair, loss and drama, that one cannot read it without falling in a deep pit of existential crisis. What makes us humans? What would I do in such a scenario? What is love? Is it all worth fighting for?

And yet I love the story exactly for all the hurtful feelings it evokes. I love that a silly little mushroom, which seems fundamentally detached from all the human feelings and thoughts, gets to show us humans how beautiful and ugly we actually are. The compassion this lil dude gives us is so pure and eye-opening. I wish we could all learn a little from it.

Overall the characters are all quite interesting. However, a word of caution, don't get too attached to any side character. I warned you.

It has a main pair that finally didn't bother me, by one being seemingly too weak and the other too strong. I wrote seemingly because they both ended up to be way more than what's shown on the surface. I love them both so much!! (Not relevant to the review, but green eyes.... amirite? Like wow yeah you know yeah... Little Mushroom I get it....) Their love story somehow seemed like a first love, without the immature childish stuff that usually comes with first loves. Kinda fresh in that sense. Made me happy as I'm bored of teenagers falling in love.

The world building was detailed enough, however it left so much open for imagination that it could have turned out confusing, but it didn't. Don't ask me why. It was the perfect ratio for me, even though I'm usually the first to complain when things are not described fully.

While I'm at the word confusing, lots of natural science gets mentioned at some points. I haven't verified if it all was correct or just fantasy. If you, like me, forgot all you've learned it might distract you from the reading flow. However, at the same time it was necessary to make the story more plausible. So even though I sometimes didn't really follow all the science stuff (not out of lacking intelligence, but because I simply didn't focus) I still needed the information to believe what was happening.

All in all I would recommend this novel to everyone, even to those who are not into love stories and BLs. But be prepared with a bunch of tissues and some decompression time after finishing it. You'll need it and well you know, life must go on after you read it.

#little mushroom #cnovel #book review

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kunikiiida-kuuun · 2 years ago

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AAAAA I just have some thoughts about the new episode so I'm just gonna rant utc

So the new episode was great. The animation was great, the dark colors suit the ongoing theme of the arc. The hunting dogs probably had the best introduction with that song (which I've been dying to hear ever since the trailer dropped btw!!!)

Yosano was totally badass and Kunikida screentime is always appreciated. Kenji and even Tanizaki are absolutely precious. The way they protected each other in this episode was so beautiful and really stood out to me...Yosano taking the bullet for Kunikida and Kunikida shielding Yosano from Tecchou / Tanizaki using Light snow to help Kenji and Kenji pushing Tanizaki away from Tecchou's attack. Kyouka going back for Atsushi as well .... they're a family :')

The ending with Chuuya's entry was just perfect.

But overall....it felt really underwhelming. It lacked a lot of emotional depth that I was anticipating in many parts because of how fast paced everything is. I refrained from talking about this when the season started because I'm just really grateful we're getting a new season and the quality is significantly better than s3. But the way they seem to rush into the next scene barely leaves any time to process what's happening.

The agency has just been framed as terrorists. None of them saw this coming, and none of them are prepared for what this means. And somehow there's just this...lack of tension or sense of panic about this???

I'm obviously gonna complain about how they cut out a lot of Kunikida's internal conflict over the situation. Regardless of that, their morale is down and that's when Kenji's words come to them as a ray of hope. But in the anime the sense of despair barely sinks in and Kenji's precious moment kinda falls flat and ends up lacking the depth it had in the manga.

And like. I was REALLY not going to talk about the fisheye but did they seriously have to extend the SAME FRAME for the entirety of Jouno's monologue??? 😭😭 (I'm being nitpicky over here ik, but I just had to get it out alright.)

I've already said a lot and I don't want to draw conclusions before seeing the next episode. These are just my opinions!!

Also I love that scene with the car hijack. It's a far cry from the original but it still made me laugh.

#like I know there's a lot of content #and the screentime is less #and I don't know how anime production works #but damn I wish they could stretch it out evenly :')#I'm still going to eagerly look forward to the next episode #ok im done complaining #silly rambles #bsd s4 spoilers

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adultswim2021 · 1 year ago

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Moral Orel #35: “Trigger” | October 24, 2008 - 12:15AM | S03E05

Trigger is a return to form, and I mean that in the most neutral way possible. I guess what I mean by that is that the formulaic episodes and the more experimental episodes of Moral Orel roughly have the same hit percentage, so really I’m just making note that “hey, this one feels like an older episode. It’s been a while!”. For starters, this one starts off with the actual regular opening sequence, and it ends with the usual “Orel making a stop-motion movie” sequence. It also is largely self-contained, with only the details of the plot having to do with the larger story of the hunting trip. This one is about Clay teaching Orel how to shoot. This could be a season one episode where they are preparing for A hunting trip rather than THE hunting trip.

Doughy, numbed by a lack of parental love (see Courtship), starts becoming a nihilistic loner type. When he shows up to Orel’s house during target shooting practice, he ends up picking up a gun and demonstrating an impressive proficiency at gun-shooting. Clay begins to give Doughy lots of attention, much to Orel’s chagrin. Orel, wracked with nerves, continues to shoot like absolute shit, constantly shooting things he’s not supposed to, many instances narrowly avoiding tragedy. This is bad, as he’s forced to bring his gun everywhere with him, even school. That last bit is maybe the episode’s edgiest joke, but I don’t think Columbine ever happened in the Moral Orel universe, which is important to keep in mind.

Doughy enjoys the attention and develops a sadistic streak when dealing with Orel. He gleefully rubs it in Orel’s face when Clay threatens to take Doughy on the hunting trip instead of Orel. Orel is eventually affected by this to the point where he too becomes nihilistic and numb, which also makes him become a good shot. Clay reneggs offering Doughy a spot on the camping trip, telling him it was just a ploy to get Orel to shoot better. “You could be Lee Harvey Oswald and I still wouldn’t bring you on that trip with me”.

Okay, so I’m pretty sure Columbine didn’t happen in this universe, but I could be wrong about that. JFK’s assassination seems to have happened, and I’d say for the most part the world of Moral Orel is frozen in time roughly around the time of that event, which is interesting to think about. I’m guessing the reference just exists for the joke; I don’t think Moral Orel considers itself a Venture Bros style show where every joke needs to be explained retroactively by lore. But the idea of an America that split off into right-wing Christian fanaticism during the mid-20th century and roughly stays that way is interesting. It also sorta matches the time period of Davey and Goliath which THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT A PARODY OF HOW DARE YOU.

This one has a lotta funny jokes. It’s conceptually dark but, but the entire series has towed this line. I just mean it handles the balancing act more like a pre-Nature season two episode. Like when Doughy feels dejected and his parents are gleefully using up the band-aids and refusing to let him have one even though he actually needs one is hilarious. “I promised my dad I’d help him hug me” is another very funny “actually a joke” line. Clay also memorably teaches Doughy how to smoke while a jealous Orel eavesdrops on them. This one feels like a very solid season two episode, and there’s nothing wrong with that.

44 NIGHTS OF OREL

Just Courtship aired between this and the last premiere. I complained about them not airing Courtship in front of Alone. How short-sighted of me.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #moral orel

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katytheinspiredworkaholic · 3 years ago

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hey pal just wanted to make sure everything was okay ❤️

don’t feel like you need to rush this new chapter just to please us, if you need to wait until this weekend to post I totally understand, I don’t even have sick kids and life is chaotic rn, I’ve had to message my editor multiples times this past week that things were gonna be late so I -get it-

hope all is well,

🍄.

Hello sweet mushroom anon <3 I am okay, I promise, I am just hectically busy and found myself overwhelmed with everything outside kids and cleaning house and other real life things. Idk why life is so chaotic right now -- because I've talked with other friends lately too and everyone just seems to be in a state of existential panic -- but thank you so much for your kind assurances. I'm glad it's not just me that's been fraying at the edges lately.

I'm doing my best not to beat myself up for the chapter not being ready, while also still holding myself accountable to sit down and get it done? It's a crazy balancing act, but I'm hoping to get the hang of it soon. Unfortunately that meant I had to put something on the back burner, or risk burning my metaphorical house down, so that ended up being social media. Just for a few days(or a week) while I get my feet back under me and a handle on my rapidly spinning world. I apologize if I worried you (or anyone else reading this) but I will be back with posts this weekend I assure you. And I am doing okay <3

But today has been good, my kids are healthy again, and I managed to work on the chapter a bit tonight, and also somehow found time to do laundry and bake banana bread muffins so I am doing pretty well -- if I do say so myself. xD

Thank you for checking in on me. I appreciate it so much, especially when I have to up and disappear for a few days.

Take care my dear friend. I hope all is well with you, too.

P.S. To my other followers and messages in my inbox that are probably a week old at this point, I will answer you as soon as I get this chapter completed. You are the reward for me in this carrot/stick situation. But I have seen them, and I love you all so much. 💕💕

#personal stuff #life is rough all over lately. but I'm so glad we're all in it together #However #I will post this chapter Saturday or die trying #I had a schedule damnit. And another fic to write for December #Which is still happening but be prepared for me to complain a LOT about lack of hours in the day to complete everything #asks from the sweetest people #🍄 anon

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sagau-my-beloved · 2 years ago

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Wind boy with reader who's always tired but still doesn't sleep❓

Wind boy 💀

I hope you know I put a rush order on this specifically because you made me laugh, congratulations

Wind boy with a reader who is always tired but never sleeps headcanons:

Warnings: Alcohol mentioned, Venti being Venti

• Well, you both have very conflicting energies to start with

• Venti never seems tired, but is found passed out quite often (Diluc has become accustom to dragging him out of the tavern at 3 in the morning)

• He'll start by trying to offer you various remedies whenever you complain about wanting to do nothing more than pass out midday

• Coffee to stay away? He promises he won't start a fire this time—

• Caffeinated tea? Something with a lot of sugar in it? Wine?? (ok that last one might not actually do anything, but he's still gonna offer)

• Stops offering those things when he finds out that you actually don't sleep like ever—

• It will probably take him a minute to find that out though, because of your conflicting schedules

• He just happens to assume that you wake up earlier than him everyday, no matter how early he gets up in the mornings—

• He knew that you 'went to bed' later, so he was never particularly concerned when you would always show up, rather awake, whenever he called on you to walk him home around midnight after some rather heavy drinking

• (Sure he could walk home himself, but it's so much more fun when you're there, helping him stay up right so he can fall into you instead of the concrete)

• Venti can fall asleep anywhere, it comes with having to sleep outside often, and it takes quite a bit to actually wake him

• Textbook definition of a heavy sleeper really, there could be an air invasion, Teyvat could be burning to the ground, he wouldn't know the difference until the sun rises in the morning

• He started actually putting two and two together when he couldn't remember a time he ever saw you asleep

• Would probably attempt to confirm his hypothesis before confronting you about it, which involves pretending to be asleep to see how long you stay awake for

• And now you're both equally tired during the day—

• Venti will try to approach the topic lightly, making a few jokes about how you never seem to sleep, seeing if they provoke any sort of reaction

• Might try to promote midday group nap time, and it gives him an excuse to sleep while practically on top of you, so that certainly doesn't hurt

• Maybe being physically active would tire you out enough to fall asleep? How about a race to Windrise, he promises not to cheat this time

• Or you could see how many circles you could run around the tavern before Diluc physically kicks you off the property, Venti's current record is 32

• Will become increasingly concerned if none of this seems to work, might try to bring in the help of other people who know more about sleep and all that

• Might invite Zhongli over to just start talking about history, because that always makes him fall asleep

• Last resort involves him just pleading with you to try and rest, might break out some of the really sad faces reserved for emergencies if you seem apprehensive, he'll pretty much do anything he can to help make that happen

• Non-caffeinated tea? Sheets over all the windows to make it darker? He could play for you, or sing something soft

• Worries him to absolutely no end because humans can actually die from lack of sleep, and he hasn't seen you get any

• If it's not an active choice and you just physically can't seem to fall asleep, Venti will try looking in the medicinal field for whatever their version of sleeping pills are

• If there isn't one, then it might be about time someone fund that research

• Not him, but he could probably find a sponsor somewhere...

• The last last resort involves him laying on top of you and refusing to move for however long it takes

• Surely multiple hours and zero mental stimulus, along with running on practically no sleep already, will get you to fall asleep, right?

• And he is prepared to stay there for multiple hours

• This is a Archon who has canonically taken naps that have spanned across centuries

• A solution will be found, or Venti might just die of stress first, who knows

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin venti #venti x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #headcannons #wind boy #i laughed

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artzee-bee · 3 years ago

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Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

~~~

Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it.

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”

#lucifer #lucifer netflix #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer morningstar imagine #lucifer morningstar angst #lucifer morningstar

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whiskehorange · 4 years ago

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Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but I’ve been feeling down lately and I really enjoy reading ur blog. Is it ok if you do Jason, micheal, bubba Thomas, Brahms ,pyramid head, asa and Harry warden if possible with an S/O who’s usually happy and willing and all of a sudden she breaks down one day bawling on the couch or something and she didn’t know they were there, not wanting to make them upset or sad? Sorry if it’s really sad, I just need a lil love, I love u and ur blog! Thank you! Take your time and drinks lots of water!

Jason

Uhm, excuse me bitch what in the fuck is going on? You gave you the right to scare the shit out of Jason like that?

When he first came home the weeping made him freeze. He was positive it wasn’t you, he had never even seen you frown before so this absolutely cannot be your crying. Yet, as he walked in to see you whip around, tears streaming down your face as you look at him in pure shock you almost send him falling backwards

He doesn’t even care what made you cry of feel this way he’s going to be up your ass the entire day. Coddling, kissing, rubbing, and doing any and all for of comforting that he knows how to do

Jason absolutely hates seeing you cry, especially as hard as you did. You’re more than welcome to talk to him about it for as long as you want whenever you want and all he will do is listen and comfort you

Jason is a very physically affectionate man, even though he is a bit hesitant at first, so when you feel yourself in a time like this, you bess’ believe that he’s going to be around you 24/7. Even a few days after that, he needs to be your therapist (which he’s real good at)

Michael

You won’t be able to see it, but Michael is panicking and sweating bullets underneath that mask. It’s an immediate fight or fight response

Michael, overall, isn’t too good with handling other peoples emotions, so don’t be surprised when he doesn’t come to you right away for any sort of comfort in those "typically ways"

Hugging, coddling, cuddling, and any typeof caressing is going to come later in the day when things have begun to quiet down. Not only is he completely unused to having to comfort you in anyway like this, but he's pretty pissed at whatever made you come to this point

The main thing Michael wants you to do is to talk to him, tell him what's wrong so that he knows just how to handle the situation: either to kill or to... not know what to do

It's very safe to say that he will get better with knowing how to comfort you if this does ever happen again, which he really hopes it won't.

Bubba

There is a lot that can make Bubba cry, at this is one of the times he wasn't expecting to. Everyday, no matter how hard it was for him, he knew he could count on your cheery face to great him when he comes running back inside

His first reaction is to panic; he's never been put in this sort of situation before with you and he really doesn't know how to approach you. He sort of just sits awkwardly next to you and whines

Comfort does eventually find your way with pets and hugs, there aren't really any verbal affirmations he can give you, but for what he lacks in communication he can make up with physical affection one way or another

A downside to Bubba, however, is that he almost has an out-of-sight-out-of-mind personality realistically. So don't get too upset if when you have some space from him that same day that he'll sort of forget you've been upset

In that case, be prepared for the exact same meltdown when he figures out how upset you've been for the second time

Thomas

Thomas' defense mode in immediately activated. Never would he have thought that he would have to be on the comforting side so you'll have to give him a minute, but it really isn't even that long

He's gentle and patient, he knows what its like to feel such extreme motions and most of all that they are pretty hard to get out, so take your time and he'll be here with you until you're back up on your feet. Literally

To say you scared him would be an understatement, but he pushes that aside to genuinely make sure that you are not physically hurt, because if that was the case whoever did it should be the one scared

Instead, Thomas has somewhere quiet for you to go with him, the least he would want is for Hoyt to complain about such "loud" crying in the house. It's better for him to give out physically comforting, too!

His go to's are hugs and petting/caressing, it's what he would want. It's comforting to say the least, but the fact that you can't even breath right doesn't go down well when he's crushing your spinal cord in a bear hug

Braham

However oblivious, he's oddly able to tell that you're acting different before you even get the chance to melt down. From all of the time spent watching you from within the walls, you can say that he knows you like the back of his hand

Brahms has absolutely no clue how to address you. Of course he's fended for himself for a long time but any sort of emotional help is foreign to him

He'll come around, of course, the moment that you do breakdown he's by your side and he's ready to do just about anything you tell him to do but he's on edge

However, the sort of comfort you will get from him will be physical, it's the best way he can quickly show any form of care for you that he thinks will work. Brahms absolutely hates seeing you this way because he want to be able to fix the problem and he just doesn't know how

He insists that you tell him whats wrong as he holds you, curled up, in his lap. Gently caressing your head and face as he listens to your soft cries and explanation. It's the best he can do for you and he knows that that he'll have to pay close attention to when you baby him next, that way he's prepared for whenever this might happen next

Pyramid Head

What the fuck even? Pyramid Head isn't going to catch on too soon, but the moment he hears your cries from anywhere he is by your side immediately

He hates it the most out everyone on this list, and I mean that heavily. Not only does he go on rampages because he doesn't know what's wrong, but it pisses him off to no end that he doesn't know how to handle it

Pyramid Head wants so bad to be able to comfort you and understand what's made you this upset that he can come across as a little overbearing, but mainly clingy. He doesn't leave your side well after you've stopped crying and makes sure to keep an eye on you from now on so that he can possibly be there before this happens again

While he isn't able to properly communicate to you, a lot of his body language displays signs of uncomforted alongside you. Just about any emotion you feel he absorbs and feels it right with you, mainly because its his way of showing you that you're not alone and he's here to spend this time with you

Just please don't ever do that again it's so stressful he likes seeing you bubbly not sad omfg-

Asa

Asa is the most unreadable, really. He's able to keep his composure the entire time as you bawl your eyes out before him, but inside he's shaking up a little. He doesn't like seeing you upset whens it's not for play of course, so it comes as a bit of a surprise for even him

He's a little hesitant to comfort you because he is surprised, but is also just one of the most distant when it comes to comfort in this way, While being used to your much brighter personality, eventually he'll get better at it for for the time being, you don't have to deal with much of him

There is some physical reassurance, so you're not completely neglected, but Asa does have other things to do. He gently takes you in his arms and leads you up to the bedroom where he lays you down, caressing your head and covering you up

He'll leave to get you water or a drink and some other small things like your phone or a small snack if you haven't eaten, but mostly your phone so that you can call or text him if you need him. From there he'll shut the lights iff and let you get a bit of sleep

Asa stays in the house and cancels any outside plans for the day and makes sure that his phone's ringer is on at all times. By the time you call him for something he'll be up to your room before the ringtone even ends

Harry

Harry is most definitely clueless and will feel like he's going to cry right alongside you. Harry is not good at handling his own emotions let alone yours

He adored being around your bright and shining face everyday, it was something that could regulate his own and he clung to you like a moth to a lamp. So, you can only image the confusion and terror Harry experiences when he comes home to you the complete opposite

It's a very frantic sort of comfort that he gives you, moving from one thing to another to try to figure out what's wrong and what do to. It's really almost as if Harry feels your emotions stronger than you do, but he wants to do everything in his power to fix you

He comes home extra aware in the future, always prepared to be there by your side in hopes to deal with your feelings better, but he still doesn't like it at all. He goes out of his way to do more things around the house of for you in general to lessen up any stress, even if there was none in the first place

#jason voorhees x reader #michael myers x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #thomas hewitt x reader #leatherface x reader #brahms heelshire x reader #pyramid head x reader #asa emory x reader #the collector x reader #harry warden x reader #slasher x reader

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roscgcld · 4 years ago

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RYOMEN SUKUNA || my little flower

anime: jujutsu kaisen

characters: ryomen sukuna

pronouns: she/her

notes: historical!sukuna x reader, slightly sexual (no smexy time involved lol - maybe another day ;)), quite fluffy towards the end

also - I’ve been reading so many sukuna hcs and imagines of him when he’s in his prime or during the historical era - so like excuse me as I politely simp for the man that is ryomen sukuna >< thank you

references: https://www.japanese-wiki-corpus.org/literature/Ryomen-sukuna.html

Sukuna leans back into the futon with a tired sigh, two of his arms folded behind his head while the other two held you against him securely. His ruby red eyes glanced away from the ceiling to look down at the woman curled up in his embrace, sleeping peacefully against him whilst her own soft arms were wrapped around his muscular torso. He admired your peaceful features at first, but soon his eyes started to travel down your delicate neck and cleavage, your soft skin marked by dark splotches where he had marked you up for the world to see.

Just the sight of the hickeys and bite marks caused Sukuna to smirk once more, the feeling of pride traveling through him at the sight of the hickeys, both new and old, marring your skin. It was a sight he would never get bored of seeing, since it was a constant reminder to you that you were his and no one else’s.

Many would question just how did this happen - how did a simple human manage to ‘tame’ the infamous Sukuna - the King of Curses, who spreads chaos and bloodshed in his wake? How did you, a mere human woman who looked far too kind hearted and warm, ended up with such a fearsome man?

Well, how this came to be was actually a cute story.

You grew up in a small village in Hida province, where many cities treated Sukuna as their patron deity. He was what people would call quite a cold ruler - one who would not hesitate to bring terror and bloodshed down on a town that had angered him. But at the same time, he was quite the generous man as well. He protects the people of the Hida and Mino Provinces, and many towns had florish and grow under his careful guidance.

Your town was one of the may towns that worshipped the Cursed Spirit, preparing offerings on special celebrations and always paying your respects whenever you go up to the ichinomiya on the weekends with your parents. It was because of one of these special celebrations that drew Sukusa to you.

It was one of the many days where offerings were given to him by townspeople, in hopes that they will still continue to get some form of protection from the unknown. He was their patron deity, after all. Even though many times he does all the things he does for his own benefit, it was nice to know that there are some who are gullible enough to think he does it for them. But he it’s one to complain - many of the offerings are things he does not mind indulging in. The best crops from the harvest, women for his ever growing harem, beautifully crafted weapons and clothes are the few he can keep in mind

Many times, he does not care to go through the offerings himself - Uraume goes through all of them and then gives him a general overview of everything. However, as he was walking past one of the neat piles of offerings, a particular garment box caught his eye; causing him to pause before he unwraps it curiously.

Sitting inside the carefully wrapped package was a beautiful dark blue kinomo made of the finest silk, the fabric so smooth that it almost felt like water slipping through his fingers. Packed along with the kinomo was a beautifully crafted haori, a simple yet beautiful crane woven into the haori in white, the details done so carefully that when worn, the crane moves with the shifting of the fabric. The packet also came with a matching hakama made from the luxurious fabric, and a beautiful kaku obi made from navy blue, white and silver carefully weaved together into in a beautiful talent.

It was because of the level of craftsman ship that had Sukuna curious - who was the mastermind of something so beautiful?

He had went to the town where the garment was from and after some digging about, discovered about you. A daughter to a family of tailors, you were quite well known for your talents in embroidery and your mastery of the loom. Having gotten such talents, you crafted many beautiful pieces, and one of them was gifted to Sukuna himself recently.

When he first saw you, he was struck by your beauty; how you had such a warm smile no matter who you were referring to. How your movements were graceful yet swift, your needle and threat embroidering the most beautiful depections of animals and flowers without a single mistake. How your voice was so sweet and calming that he can physically feel the tension from his body starting to unwind ever so slightly. If he could, he’d love to listen to your voice forever - which was what he intended to do.

The first time you two met was actually in the dead of the night; you had stayed up later then usual, carefully embroidering a water lily onto a long fabric for a personal tapestry you wanted to hang in your room. A candle was burning by your work table, casting the engawa of your home in a soft but comforting glow; enough for you to do your work without straining too much. You were so fucsed on your work that you didn’t notice how the flames of your candle started to flicker in the glass holder; even though there was the air was still. Your eyes didn’t trail up from your tapestry even as a large figure quietly entered the hallway you were in; only pausing when you felt a huge presence looming over you.

Your bright eyes flickered upwards and met with four pairs of ruby red ones staring right back at you; all four of them shining in amusement. “You are quite oblivious, little one.” Sukuna hummed out with a soft grin, to which you just gave him a confused look as you tilted your head ever so slightly. “How did you get into my house?” You asked quietly, not even acknowledging how the man before you looked very different from what you’re used to; from the four muscular arms sprouting out from underneath the dark blue haori, the very same one that you had made for him. to the extra pair of eyes he sported on his face. Or how the top of his head was clearly brushing against the simple weed roofing of your family home.

“Is that really the first thing you’re going to ask, little one?”

From that day onwards, things definitely went a lot smoother then Sukuna could have imagined. At first the lack of reaction from you confused him, but he found it quite amusing nonetheless. Even after finding out that he was the same deity that you had heard stories of since you were in diapers, you acted no differently around him. You still talked and laughed with him like he was any other human. which for some reason made his heart feel warm and fuzzy. It makes him want to gather you up in his arms, protecting you from the horrors of the world.

The two of you will continue to meet up in the night like secret lovers; many nights he’d just lean against one of the pillars of your family home, with you perched in his lap as you work on different projects every night; talking about things that happen that day, or the funny stories that the townsfolk would share with you whenever they drop by to mend and purchase clothes, or when they dropped off freshly dyed fabrics. During a few of these nights Sukuna had suggested if you can help him mend a few of his kimonos, which you agreed to without hesitation. Some days you’d ever create new kimonos for him as well, which he would wear quite proudly.

Soon these innocent nights of talking and laughter, him watching you do your work under the moonlight, to having you gasping and crying out for him as he took you over and over again in his grand bedroom; watching quite gleefully as he corrupted your innocence, ruining you for any other man. Ever since the first night you two shared in his bed, he knew that there was no turning back - there was no one else for him but you.

And there was no way he was going to let some puny human even try to get in between the both of you.

With that he whisked you away from the somewhat mundane and boring life in your town, making you his entire world. He showered you with the finest gifts and opened the more human side of him to you; one that he thought he had lost the moment he had decided to go down the path he did. But you pulled these emotions out from him with ease, making him realise that he can chase all the power he want till the end of time and that will never satisfy him completely.

All he needed was you, and everything feels right in the world.

“I’ve lost you again, haven’t I?”

Sukuna’s eyes snapped towards the direction of your sleepy voice, watching how you gave him the most beautiful yet sleepy smile as you carefully shifted your body so it was pressed against his. He marveled how your naked bodies clicked together seamlessly, even with the clear size difference between the two of you. “You will always have my attention, flower.”

The sound of the simple nickname cause a small smile tug against the corner of your lips, remembering how that nickname came about. You have always love studying flowers, since you enjoyed embroidering different sorts of flora and fauna onto different tapestries that now adorned the walls of the home you two share. You had once told him about your love of flowers, and because of that, you had came home one day to the courtyard in your shared home turned into your private garden; with flowers from all across the country planted at every nook and cranny.

When you had asked Sukuna about it, he just shrugs and gave you an indulge smile - as if asking were you really shocked by his gift to you. When he realised just how deep your love for nature was, he had started to call you ‘his flower’, and the name has stuck since then. “What a sweet talker.”

A chuckle rumbled deep within his chest as one of his hands found purchase along your back, starting to massage what he was sure were your sore muscles; watching in satisfaction as you melted more into his chest. “Only for you.” He admitted quietly, to which you just gave him a loving smile as you rest your cheek against his chest once more; a soft finger started to trace along the tattoos on his skin. This action caused him to relax further into the futon, sighing softly in content. “Sukuna? Can we take a bath?”

“I’m lazy.” Sukuna stated with a soft groan as he glanced down at you once more, only to be met by the soft pout that you just know gets him to give in. This caused him to scowl as he cupped your face in one of his hands, gently squishing your cheeks between his fingers as he pushes himself up into a seated position. “You little minx.” He growls playfully whilst you just gave him a teasing smile, straddling his lap with your legs on either side of his whilst one of your hands wrapped around his wrist; causing him to loosen his grip on you whilst letting out a loud sigh. “How annoying.”

His arms suddenly wrapped around you before he got up from the comfort of the warm futon, causing you to giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck. “Let’s go, flower.” He sighs dramatically before he walked you both to the bathroom, causing you to perk up before you lean over to press a loving kiss against his cheek; ignoring his soft eyeroll at your act of affection. As if he didn’t enjoy it whenever you do so. “I love you.”

“Of course you do.” He teases before he started to walk you two towards the bathroom, one of his hands skimming down to the small of your pack where a beautiful black tattoo rested against your soft skin; a tattoo that looks similar to the black lines that adorned his own skin. “You’re mine, after all.” He stated simply, causing you to roll your eyes at him playfully as he carefully sat you down on the wooden steps leading to the opening of the ofuro; watching as Sukuna started to prepare the bath for the both of you. “Wouldn’t it kill for you to just be a little nicer to me?”

Your teasing tone clearly didn’t win any points with him, who narrowed his eyes at you and before you know it you were suddenly pinned down against the wooden steps. A soft giggle left your lips at the narrowed eyes that stared back at you, causing Sukuna to scowl softly at your reaction. “Now you’re just asking for it, flower.” He growled before diving down to meet your lips in a passionate kiss; not being able to mask his smile at the sound of your soft laughter just as you wrapped your arms around him once more.

"My little flower..”

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Demigod MC Series: Athena

So. I have to deal with the virgin goddesses… By mythos, there really shouldn't ever be children of Artemis, Hestia, or Athena (yes, Athena was a virgin goddess). PJ got past that by making it canon that Annabeth and her siblings were born from cracking open Athena's skull (yes, that's also more or less the canon explanation). They gloss over it real quick but I remember, Rick. I've always remembered and that mental image has haunted me for years...

I can't, in good conscience, ignore the history around Athena's worship (call it an academic restraint) but I REFUSE to do the skull thing. So, since I make the rules here, I'm going with magic adoption. They still get magic powers, they're just more human than demigod. Cool? Cool.

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hades, Dionysus, Demeter, Athena

Lucifer

The human that popped out of the portal seemed to have enough sense not to attack everyone in the room for a change, but even Lucifer could tell that was more of a strategic choice than for lack of ability...

Their very existence was highly unusual… and quite worrisome. He wasn't even aware Athena could have "children" of her own, but apparently she had been taking in some particularly bright humans to raise and train like her own...

Unbeknownst to him, a surprising amount of human scholars, diplomats, and generals have her to thank for their trade… and that alone should speak to the level of intrigue at play here.

Was this an accident or Athena's attempt to plant an Olympian spy in the Devildom too…? Either way, he didn't trust them from the get go…

Look, Lucifer isn’t stupid. Athena is a goddess of Wisdom and War and war happens on more than just the battlefield…

Since they've shown up records have been going missing, official documents keep getting misplaced, and he swears that there's some kind of bug in the student council room...!

It's infuriating watching the MC suck up to Diavolo when he's almost certain that they're running their own agenda behind the scenes! And he can't prove any of it!! They cover their tracks too well!

Lucifer has one of those corkboards covered in newspapers and string in a secret wing of the Castle - 100% dedicated to just tracking the MC's activities…. The longer they're there, the more obsessed he becomes...

He swears between Simeon, Solomon, and MC he feels like a shepherd wondering why the sheep are growling… The Devildom has never been in more danger than it is right now... Send help.

Mammon

To be honest, he kind of thought that they were just going to be Satan 2.0 but that's not really true.

They're more than just a book sponge! Though they do read, like a lot. Let’s just say from one schemer to another… Game recognizes Game.

They come up with plans and ideas soooo fast, it’s insane! Honestly, there are times where he has a new money-making plot and he just brings it to the MC first to run it over.

Nine times out of ten, not only do they sniff out any problems but they have a solution for him in a matter of minutes! His scheme game has been on point since they’ve shown up!!

They’re also even better tutoring than Satan is, so he’s even managed to get a couple A’s for the first time in his life! Lucifer actually told him he was proud (which he secretly recorded and now uses as a ringtone much to his brother’s regret...)

So yeah, he likes them... buuut that doesn’t keep him from thinking they act a little weird sometimes...

Mammon: *points to a unused tower close to the RAD building* Over there is the Tower of Sorrow. We use it for storage.

MC: Ah. Interesting… *starts writing in a notebook, muttering* It may need a few minor tweaks but the location is defensible...

Mammon: *stops* Ya say somethin’?

MC: *looks back up* Nope! Say, you’ve been to the Castle a lot haven’t you? Do you know any good ways in?

Mammon: Uhm… Why do ya want to know that…? *starts looking around for Lucifer*

MC: In case of emergencies. I like being prepared. 🙂

Mammon: Look, I don’t know what Lucifer might’a told ya…

MC: I’ll pay you a thousand Grimm for it.

Mammon: Well shit, ya want those maps with or without color?

... Yeeeah, that’s pretty weird… But it’s probably fine. I mean, as long as they keep giving him money, who’s he to complain? 🤷‍♀️

Leviathan

Also thought that they’d be a lot more like Satan but was pleasantly surprised that they were into more than books.

What else did they like exactly? Military strategy!!

It’s been a looong time since he’s been able to talk to someone who’s actually interested in all the battles he’s fought, both in the Celestial Realm and the Devildom, and their curiosity is kind of flattering...! Not a lot of people take his strategic prowess all that seriously anymore...

Plus, they are the BEST partner to have any turn-based strategy game. Hands down. He once got stuck on a level of D-COM for weeks until the MC walked in and mopped the floor with the AI!! They have a serious head for probability and tactics.

The House once made the mistake of letting these two be on the same team during a Hell Game and they absolutely demolished the competition. Mammon didn’t even get a single shot off before half his team was lost to a rigged paint grenade… It took a whole day to clean up…

However, Levi’s also noticed some odd things about the human… He likes that they’re interested in his past but maybe they’re a little… too interested?

Levi: -and that’s how we defeated the Four Horsemen before they escaped from Purgatory.

MC: Wow, Levi that’s seriously impressive!! *furiously scribbling on a notebook*

Levi: Well t-thanks… 😅 But, uhm... are you writing that down…?

MC: Hm? Oh no, just doodling. *they lift up the notebook to show a bunch of cute little sketches on the page… and not the magic-based invisible ink all over them…*

Levi: Oh you draw too? Can you do fanart???

MC: Eh, sometimes. But say Levi, can you tell me about your naval ranks again? I’m still really curious… *gets the pen ready again with a smile*

Satan

Oh, it's been a long game of cat-and-mouse between these two… and unfortunately, it’s been pretty addicting too.

He honestly had every intention of tricking the human into making a huge mess do he could bother Lucifer, but at every turn they proved just a hair too clever for him...

He once gave them a cursed book to “lend” to Lucifer, but they saw through it the moment they touched it and lifted the spell before handing it over.

He rigged a podium to spray glitter during one of Lucifer's speeches but the MC disconnected the trigger mic before he even got on stage. It was pretty dang frustrating...

At one point he got so desperate that, just as a test, he tried to trap them in the House's Music Room. Fortunately for them, it only took a few minutes to work out an escape. They even passed by him in the hallway with a wink!

It's confounding! It's infuriating!!

...and it's so damn sexy... He should be furious but he’s just in awe!!

Add on that they know their art, literature, and multiple different crafts thanks to the tutelage of their adopted mother and that’s it. He’s finished. This boy is in love.

Truthfully though, a part of him is 90% sure that they’re also gathering state secrets… Like, they’re watching Barbs and Diavolo far too close for comfort - but he just can't bring himself to care. 🤷‍♀️

The MC could walk into his room one day and say, "Hey, do you want to help overthrow the monarchy with me?" and he dreads it because deep down he knows that he wouldn’t say no…

Take some notes, kids. Some bad influences get you to drink or do drugs. Others pull you into a centuries long conspiracy to destabilize and topple rival realms from within… But he has fallen for their brain hard. Devil help them all…

Asmodeus

They’re pretty clever, he’ll give them that, but uh… Are they a little off to anybody else?

Asmo is a charmer by birthright so he has a bit of nose for when someone’s just a liiittttle too nice… Not much of a nose mind you, because he can be thrown off by compliments himself, but enough to think that the MC might be a little too… “kind” for their own good...

First off, who wants to spend that much time with Levi?? They don’t even seem that interested in anime! They just keeping asking him for old war stories…

Then all the sucking up they do to Diavolo and Barbatos? Look, he gets it. Diavolo is a delicious piece of man-hunk and his butler could give him a lesson or two in sweet-talk (and he has), but they seem to be just a little too… nosy.

Of course, Asmo’s suspicions disappear pretty quickly after they start to spoil him with spa nights and beauty secrets they picked up from “casual research” into the subject.

And you know, get a little Demonus in Asmo and start massaging his back? Oh, sweetie he’ll sing like a bird!! … with gossip. Singing with gossip.

Asmo: So I’ve heard that Lucifer has been spending more time at RAD than usual… His whole club is talking about it, they think he’s meeting with some witch!

MC: Hm, is that so? *works on a knot near his shoulder blades* What do you think?

Asmo: Ooh~! Right there, MC! *purrs and lays his head on his arms* Well come on, this is Lucifer we’re talking about! I’m sure he’s just working.

Asmo: Hmm... though come to think of it, I think I heard him asking Barbatos for the spare keys to the Tower of Sorrow…

MC: Oh really? Huh. *works out the knot and gets up* I just remembered that I left some papers with Satan... I’ll be right back.

Asmo: You’re going already??

MC: *waves him off quickly* I’ll be right back, Asmo. *hurries out the door to do totally on-the-up-and-up things… surely*

Beelzebub

Honestly he doesn't like this one… But not for the reasons you'd expect.

He agrees with everyone else that they seem a little shady, but Solomon and Simeon are too so it's not like that's anything new... 🤷‍♀️

No, no. He dislikes them because they're the person who FINALLY figured out how to keep him from eating all the food in the kitchen!!

Turns out that the trick was to put a teleportation charm on the fridge door that would send all the food away if it’s opened after a certain time of night…

And where does it go? The Purgatory Hall fridge. And where does the Purgatory Hall food go…? The HoL fridge…

It doesn’t sound so bad until you remember that it means half of their fridge is now Solomon’s leftovers…. 🤢

After they put the same kind of spell on the pantry, it was all over… He couldn't get midnight snacks from the House anymore… Everything was contaminated by Solomon…

The MC is a nice enough person, he doesn’t have a lot of complaints about them, but he wants them to leave. Now. This is inexcusable… He’s so hungry… and he doesn’t want to die by “goulash” or whatever Solomon calls his latest culinary catastrophe… He’s still too young for death… 😓

Belphegor

In a way, he absolutely could not have asked for a better person to help him get out of that attic.

… In another way, he got one of the worst possible people to try and kill... Like. They saw through his scheme sooo fast…

How was he supposed to know that the human had training in body language and sniffing out lies???

Getting the door open was a piece of cake for them. They knew enough magic to undo the seals and just rummaged around Lucifer's stuff long enough to find the key to the door. He could not have found a more competent individual for a break out, really.

It’s just… well he didn’t expect to go from locked in a room like a prisoner to tied up in enchanted rope, still like a prisoner but now mobile. 😑

They even used his own hug ruse against him! They caught his wrists when they got close and tied him up before he could shake them off...

Admittedly, it wasn't exactly the best look for them either - what with walking Belphegor downstairs to the others like a one-man-prison-caravan but they're as silver-tongued as they are sly so they talked their way out of it beautifully…

And like hell was he going to trust them after that!! And not even Beel liked them so something had to be up...

Well, you want a detective? Look no farther than Belphie (no seriously, it’s in the canon). He can put things together pretty fast when he puts his mind to it and watching the MC for a while gave him enough proof to work off of...

He always knew that, humans were bad news and the MC just proved it to him all over again. They are bad news, bad bad news and they’re going to-!

Overthrow… Diavolo…? Is that what he is getting from them…? Huh…

Wait a second, MC. You might just have him interested… 😏

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