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ikkosu · 10 months ago

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REWIND / CHROMEDOME

(adopting gn!human reader)

a/n : been wanting a cute fluffy request I hope I wrote them uh satisfactorily 😭😭 I actually enjoyed writing about baby and cdrw maybe I’ll write more scenarios with this little family ughhh so cute

"Alright folks, we're leaving in thirty minutes!" Rodimus's voice echoed through the speaker.

"It's either you get on or get off the ship forever— Er, ah...oh what's that? We're not allowed to leave when— Damn it. Apologies, there's been a restatement by Ultra Magnus declaring it's illegal, you guessed it, for whatever reasons I'm not bothered enough to care. Blah, blah blah. Oh, shut it drift. Anyways, latecomers are welcomed in the brig. Buckle up in thirty! Rodimus out."

Rewind swivelled his gaze from the rock nestled on the grass, then to the ship, hovering not too far from where he's crouching. "Huh, guess I'm taking a detour." Then, his camera skims over the verdant fields of rolling hills. Red lights, blinking. "Won't hurt, would it?"

The LL had a short break stopping on Earth, mostly for refuelling, fresh air, stretching limbs,,,totally not because Brainstorm blew up the left wing again and The Science Team had to patch things up discreetly

Seriously, where is HR when you need it?

And, obviously, the Archivist is not missing the opportunity to explore, of course. It's earth! Home to,,,well,,,,the most complex (derogatory) kinds in the cosmos. And, this rock he's been examining? It's an extraterrestrial mineral. Figments of rocks from asteroids, comets, and the like originating outside of the Earth. Crazy, huh.

Better keep that for safekeeping.

Aside from, ah, well wandering where he's able to film stuff, occasionally animals and cows of the like, it's more like a need, at the moment, for a bit of (lets put this gently) space away from his conjunx — since, he's been acting like an ass of late.

Ahem, going behind his, ahem back to doing ahem Mnemosurgery....again.

It's not even an 'again' anymore, it's just borderline often

Why does he even bother to listen? You can't break old habits, as Ratchet would say. They'd break themselves before they could ever stop.

"So that's it? You're just going to ignore me like that?" Footsteps pattered behind him

Rewind huffs, walking faster. "Took you long enough to figure it out, genius."

He groans. "Oh for— Primus sake, Rewind, come on. Don't do this. We can talk."

"Oh sure, sure! Talk." He threw his hands up, whirling around to face his conjux. "That's what you always say, promising me like you're going to get your eyes gorged out if you didn't. What else, tell Red Alert to stop being paranoid and Whirl, a psychopathic ass?"

Chromedome palms his face. Primus, this apology isn't going well as he expected it to. "Look, I messed up. I breached a trust you had in me. I shouldn't have done it. That was very... inconsiderate....of me..."

"What is this, eight grade? Spelling bee on who's responsible?"

"That's not the point! You can't just—"

And, so it begins. The bickering. The blaming. Hand pointing. Arguments ablaze, never listening. Voice raising — just the tip of the iceberg, not even close to it's full potential.

"I bet my words doesn't mean anything to you now, does it?"

"It's does, Rewind. It does!"

"Hey! Stay there! Don't even come any closer or I swear to Primus I'll—"

A cry gurgled out amidst the bushes.

The Mnemosurgeon stiffens. He looking around for the source of the cry when he notices conjux was staring at him. "What?"

"Wow. Wow. Low blow, Chrome dome." Rewind puffs and presses his fists on his hips. " Low blow. I didn't think you'd do this. You're gonna resort to mocking me, now?"

He sputters. " You think that was me?"

"Yeah, blame it on the cows. Blame it on 'em like you do when avoid all responsibility."

"What's even a cow? Oh, for—" Then suddenly he lets out a surprised sound, dropping to crouch next to a bush. Rewind doesn't bother to look. Why would he? He's busy sulking and he wants that Mnemo-no-to-the-o to see it. Though, his audials tuned into a rustle of leaves when—

"There! Primus, Rewind look at this."

Said Archivist was still sulking, arms crossed, looking away. "Nuh, uh."

"Don't you nuh uh me." CD chuffs and figured actions were bigger than words so he scooped up the bundle of blankets and shoved it up his face. "Well? Still got film for this?"

Rewind takes a moment to register the visage.It was, if he knew his terms correctly, a human child. No, wait. A baby. It's the size of a sparkling but....smaller. And, significantly softer.

Most of all, it's crying. Coolant— er, tears streaming down the side of it's cheek. Gently, his servos curled around the scoop, nestling it softly against his chassis. He felt a kind of pull in is spark. Something fond pulsing. Chromedome loosened, looking away. What's the point? The mask already hid his smile.

"Seems pretty far from it's residential zone." Chromedome peers across the horizon searching for even the most recognizable specks of rooftops.

Nope, nothing.

Just rolls and rolls of green foliage.

"Hey there little fella." The Archivist coos, digit caressing the cheek to soothe it. The baby sniffled then blink, lifting up it's tiny fingers to bap his index. "What's a baby doing here of all places?Aren't human, uh, carrier, sires are very protective of their offsprings?"

Chromedome doesn't know what to say, he's not Ratchet or Percy, but he's sure as hell relieved their argument took a turn into park. "Misplacement, maybe."

"...How do you misplace a baby in a bush?"

"Things like that can happen, you know."

"If anything, it seemed like it's deliberately thrown in there. Look! It's even wrapped in a blanket."

He held it up for the Mnemosurgeon to see who, in turn, simply shrugged.

"Yeah. To keep it warm."

"Until someone finds them."

Chromedome narrows his optics. He's got a bad feeling about this. "Rewind. What are you trying to say?"

"What I'm trying to say is that this child is deliberately left here to be found. We can't just leave it out here—"

"Are you saying we should steal it?''

"I'm not saying we should- ugh yes! I'm saying we should steal it—"

"You're kidnapping children now?"

Ratchet cuts through both of their comms, immediately barraging them, "Are you two idiots done squabbling with whatever stupid problem you have or are we gonna have to wait another fraggin' hour until you both make up and kiss?"

They had to take the baby, much to CD's dismay.

Ultra Magnus was losing his mind. What do you mean you found a baby in a ditch, in a bush, in a field of all places?! Even worse, literally miles and miles away from the nearest habitual region!

Purely, coincidental. He'll have to look in his files for crimes like this lest another is let loose for havoc. The young are the future for society! Something Cybertron is severely lacking in

Unacceptable. Simply unacceptable. Oh, and by the way, you're both going in the brig. You're late.

"Chromedome stalled me."

"Here, we go again."

Everyone is busy cooing and taking turns prodding the bab, and can someone please keep whirl away from the child he's armed, (with the exception of Megatron, the medics and UM) who didn't, mostly for the fear of passing diseases to it, mostly stood far with unimpressed looks on their faces.

First Aid, though, eventually took matters into his own hand,,, by taking it into his own hands and putting it in a glass box (shut up Brainstorm we're not using your stupid Polyhex Quadrilateral Box or whatever) to scan it's vitals and conditions

Everyone was outside, peering through the glass, prodding, helms jut at odd angles to see through the crowd — while the medics delicately assessed its condition.

Ratchet had to explain poor Rewind that not everyone wants children and not every parents are deserving of it so. He's seen this a lot in human culture.

"So they abandon babies just for the fun of it?!"

Well, he's got a point. Most of it at least. "Rewind.... no."

When they were done ensuring the baby is in optimal condition, Ratchet comes up to the, er couple, if he had to put it that way and crossed his arms, a brow raised.

"Do you trust yourselves enough to look after the child?"

"Might as well." CD sighs. ".... I've got enough responsibility on my plate, already."

"Nobody forced you to go back and take it." Rewind mutters.

Ratchet held up a servo to cut off another argument brewing. " I'm going to put this out clear."

A digit points to them. Ratchet grits his dentas and every word that spooled out of his vocalizer, more intense.

"You both are going to have to put your differences aside. You're going to resolve that problem of yours, and resolve it clean — not in front of the child, but behind. Go hide in a broom closet for all i care. Mutilate or incapacitate each other's limbs, if it helps. Fight all you want, kill each other if you have to. But this baby? This baby? You're going to give this child the most loving, caring family it can have. You hear?"

Shenanigans ensue.

Obviously, given they're Cybertronians, human anatomy isnt a topic they're very well versed with. Rewind does know a thing or two. But consulting videos are not really the best way to go when neither of them have the tools to feed the baby

Percy and Nautica (because he doesnt trust brainstorm) are tasked with concocting the milk formula. They're seen tinkering away in the lab, barring the other scientist against a let-me-in charade. Lab doors are locked and padlocked with a specific colde — suck it BS.

All elements, minerals and resources as such are to be provided Rodimus (begrudingly), then fact-checked by the medics, very, very carefully.

They're like guts deep in space and very far from earth. A quantum jump to said planet, in case of an emergency, can affect the only organic living onboard.

Moreover, Ratchet doesn't trust CDRW to learn the stuff themselves, so he holds five hour long sessions daily on how to provide sufficient needs for the baby. You know, handling them, playing with them, learning their gestures, mannerisms,,,etc

CD loves holding baby by the armpit, and especially loves it when he does that, baby tries to bap his face, squealing and babbling, trying to reach him— he finds that his chassis always melts a little.

Rewind, on the other hands, adores cradling baby in a blanket. He likes how warm and soft it is against his arms. And how easily it his to nestle baby under his chin as he walks.

He is the most affectionate from the two. And definitely records everything. Soccer mom-esque, cheering loud whenever baby does something' monumental, for instance, blabbering dada coherently. But also the most rigid. Like, lattice structured rigid.

''Rewind you watch snuff films you hypocrite, a Sunday cartoon getting a liiiiittle violent is nothing compared to the archives you go through." Rodimus wags the CD in front of the Archivist, an upturned pleading pout, pulling his features. He looked comical hunching to regard the smaller Archivist with baby nestled under his chin.

It was an obvious ploy to fiddle with the baby. Everyone's trying to get a nab of their little squeals, these days. Why wouldn't they?

Those adorable fats for cheeks, soft and cuddly, crawling around the habsuite like a cretin, gumming on everything they could find.

Skids managed dodging through the vents after a successful glimpse of peek-a-boo (Rewind forbids physical touch. He's not risking any disease that can be transferred.)

He slinked down and baby immediately latched onto his pedes, babbling for an upsie. It took him a while, and much restraint, not to take it through the vents

Swerve almost poisoned baby with the engex again because, in his own words, what's a little harm in trying new things?

He's now locked up in the brig, banned from touching baby ever .

This entire crew is a hazard and Rewind wasn't having it.

"Is this the same captain known for illegal conduct of meteor surfing?"

"....Oh, shut it."

Chromedome's not very affectionate but is less-rigid when it comes to baby. He's the type to cave in when they want something. Sweets? Oh, you want sweets? He doesn't care if the Lost Light is miles away from the nearest planet. He's going there and he's going now.

Stop him and he'll plunge those long, needle-like nails into mecha's skull, their ancestors could see Primus's aft whole again.

Hoards like,,,,around fifty satchels of sweets. It was only until Ambulon had a private chat with the Mnemosurgeon, that, yes, the baby is going to die eating that much.

So, he offered safer alternatives if baby wanted something sweet. Boiled potatoes, ripe avocados and fruits could help. (They'll have to frequent the nearest planets)

CD is like the most cynical ass ever to exist so Rewind find himself with an existential crises, staring off into a wall, when baby would scrunch up their face, the way CD does when he's displeased.

"That mask stays on."

"But I didn't even—"

"It stays on."

But he also finds, a little begrudingly, that CD is a lot more understandable these days. Mostly always cradling baby and humoring the little cretin . Arguments are close to nill. He barely has to raise his voice

Cybertronians naturally have harsh edges, given they're metal (duh), so their rooms would be congruent in terms of features as well. Not exactly a pleasant thought when an organic is dawdling about.

So to be safe, in their habsuite, Chromedome installed padded cushions everywhere. Even the ceiling is padded, mecha's kibbles are also padded (much to Rodimus's chagrin)

And, every inch and crevice of that room is filled with scribbles. (Scribbles only Swerve can decipher, but he's busy lounging in the brig so there's that.)

Red Alert, during a habsuite check, once blacked out inside the room because he didn't recognize the new change. It was so pastel-ish, bright and soft, he justs goes away

Chromedome finds the poor mech on the ground, baby on top with their crayons, assaulting said mecha's face while squealing at the teal green against stark red paint

"A new paint job, huh."

"Chromedome, get the poor guy up for Primus's sake!"

Baby is limited to the Library and Med-bay (as per Rewind's request). Library because Megatron is there and they know for a fact he's more trustworthy with the baby than anyone. And, Med-bay because, well, medics

But obviously, baby is like, a little cretin who thinks rules are a no-go and said social construct a danger to society. And, by who's declaration? Rodimus. It's Rodimus.

Rewind is going to murder that speedster of a captain

So , it's a given mech's will see CD scampering across the halls upon spotting baby dangling off a goddamn beam. Or, hanging off someone's shoulder, (said bot doesn't know, because baby is so small, the sensors didn't pick up), then sees the mnemosurgeon slumping onto the ground in relief, passed out for a minute

What's baby doing there?!

Rip CD's spark rate.

And, since they've got to play the part of a happy family, Rewind has to sleep in the same berth as his conjux. Not that they didn't ever

After the reveal (CD going behind his back doing unethical things w/ his fingers) Rewind was obviously displeased so they sported separate berths. Now? They'll manage squeezing in the same bed.

Rewind tried to act all huffy about it, glancing to one side, as though he doesn't want to be there. He does. He's just sulking.

Chromedome silently stares at the ceiling. Baby is between them, chewing on a miniature Rung figure (that Rung gave because, somehow, it calms the little thing)

Baby notices the silence and wants attention, so they bap their hands on the surface when both mechs weren't listening. And does it again for the fifth time. CD sighs and decides to humor baby, a little.

"It's past bed-time." He says quietly, patting their head

With a squeal, baby plays with CD's servo and curls it over their head. He scoops the little bundle up into his arms and loosened up a little.

Rewind swivels to find baby nuzzling his conjux, both deeply asleep. Something soft thrums in his spark, and while he’d rather bash his conjux’s a skull with a hammer, he can’t deny the lovely visage of him cuddling their child. So, he scoots over a little, resting his helm on CD's shoulder. He doesn't flinch when a servo lands on his shoulder plate, pulling him close.

Maybe, it wasn’t so bad.

#chromedome x reader #rewind x reader #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw chromedome #idw rewind #WOOOOO finally one request done urgh #Chromedome #rewind #Ratchet #idw ratchet #Idw First aid

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f1-disaster-bi · 9 months ago

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Hey could you write something military related Lando centric? For example, Lando being a military soldier for example in special forces. I don't know pairing, maybe lando/Max or Pierre/lando, but I have two scenarios

1. Him being quiet rookie soldier and Max or Pierre or someone else being more experienced soldier who falls to Lando immediately. Lando is hard to get due to his hard past and that's why he became a soldier

2. Lando being a new soldier in special forces where Max or Pierre are working in the medical side.

Either way, there can be lot of angst and hurt/comfort of when lando is in danger and getting hurt

Anon, maybe you read my mind or something because I'm actually in a bit of a mood. I might be a Cultural Historian by profession but I also have a keen interest in Military history and rn I'm rewatching Band of Brothers and Thinking Thoughts.

I don't really have time for a full fic right now, but I can absolutely write you a short thing? (I also now have some WWII Band of Brothers inspired drabbles)

As for your ideas, I hope this is alright! I've mixed your ideas together a little.

"You need to stop ending up here"

Lando didn't take his eyes off of the ceiling as Pierre worked at stitching closed the bullet wound on his shoulder.

"Part of the job" was all he replied as he closed his eyes because that's what it was.

It was just a hazard of the job.

Lando barely even felt the wounds anymore and he didn't really care about them. What was one more scar on his body when he had spent his life collecting them since he was two years old? It was nothing new. Nothing he hadn't experienced before.

A bullet wasn't going to stop him getting the job done.

"Yes, but most of you know enough to avoid getting shot", Pierre glared as he finished his last stitch, "Why can't you?"

Lando just hummed softly before he finally looked at Pierre for the first time since the medic had met him off of the helicopter.

"Because I don't care, Gasly, and you lecturing me won't change that", Lando shrugged because it was the truth.

Pierre sighed as he fixed a patch over the closed wound before he sat back and gave Lando a pitying look.

"No, I've learnt that by now, but you're a fool to think I won't try and stop you from killing yourself for this job"

#pando #pierre/lando #lando/pierre #military idea

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silverynight · 2 years ago

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Enemy

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Chapter 9

Tanjirou starts pacing around the living room as Genya and Nezuko talk about something that doesn't make a lot of sense to him, perhaps because he's too worried about what's happening in Undercity and is not paying attention to them.

"Do you approve of my brother, Nezuko?"

The girl chuckles, looking at the tall boy with amusement.

"Of course I do. He has helped us a lot since we got here. Tanjirou told me everything."

"He's... very much in love, you know?" Genya says, looking a little bit flustered. "I know he might not look like it but I know him better than anyone..."

"What about you, Genya?"

"What do you m-mean?" He stammers, blushing to the tip of his ears.

"Are you sure you can't take me there again?" Tanjirou pleads, interrupting the conversation, he's not usually like this, but he's really worried about his friends...

"We don't want Genya to get in trouble," Nezuko tells her brother, putting both hands on his shoulders. "I'm worried too, but I also trust Inosuke and Zenitsu; I know they can take care of themselves. Let's just wait for the Pillars to come back and tell us what happened, alright?"

Tanjirou nods, feeling useless, but finally giving in. He takes a few steps closer to Genya and pulls him into his arms.

"I'm sorry... I know you've done a lot for me," Tanjirou mumbles, looking at him and noticing how red his face is now so he immediately takes a step back because he's probably squeezing Genya too hard... "You have helped me since I met you... I'm really grateful for that. I truly am, Genya."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure," the tall boy mumbles, looking a little bit shy.

They wait. Tanjirou doesn't like it that much and his mind doesn't help him relax; it's constantly jumping from one terrible scenario to another, but at least he tries to distract himself. The three of them stick together the whole day.

All the hashira come back at night, but the first one they see is Shinazugawa because the three of them are still at his house.

He rushes inside, walking like a determined man on a mission until he finds Tanjirou sitting on the couch next to Genya and Nezuko.

"Shina–" he doesn't get to finish because the Pillar takes him in his arms and presses their foreheads together. Tanjirou is a little bit surprised.

"You weren't in your house, like we told you to," despite Shinazugawa usually harsh personality, his words sound more worried than irritated.

"I wanted to know what was going on... I still want to..."

Suddenly, there are more people inside, Nezuko looks amused and Genya concerned, especially after his older brother starts yelling at the other Pillars to get out of his house.

Of course, nobody listens to him and Tanjirou finds himself in different pairs of arms; Kanroji kisses him on the cheek when it's her turn, Himejima presses his forehead against Tanjirou's cheek...

"I'm glad you're not there anymore," Tomioka mumbles, running his fingers through Tanjirou's hair.

He's confused and flustered at the moment, wondering why they're so affectionate out of the sudden. Iguro even holds his hand at some point, as Uzui's wives walk inside and fuss over him.

"What happened?"

"We stopped the conflict before it escalated further, don't worry about it, my boy!" Rengoku says as he rubs their noses together.

He feels a little bit better, although since they don't know anything about his friends, they can't know if Zenitsu and Inosuke are alright at the moment.

Tanjirou wants to go back, however, this time he wants to do it right because he doesn't want to get in trouble or upset the only people that have been nice to him and his sister.

"I would like to go back to Undercity."

"No," Uzui says immediately, there's no hesitation in his voice. It surprises Tanjirou how determined he looks at the moment. Sadly, the other look like they think exactly like him. "Last time you were there you got hurt."

Instinctively, Tanjirou touches his neck and regrets it immediately after Kocho narrows her eyes at him with concern.

"We can bring you anything you want," Tokito offers, noticing Tanjirou's sad expression.

"I need to see two people who are very dear to me," he mumbles, deciding he can trust them with that information.

Although he gets really confused when he realizes that all the hashira seem upset and are currently frowning at him.

"What do you mean dear to you?" Shinazugawa asks, clearly angry about something.

"You told us you didn't have a significant other out there!" Kanroji says, looking like a kicked puppy.

Tanjirou feels even more confused now.

Genya shakes his head, although he looks a little bit amused while Nezuko, on the other hand, rolls her eyes and steps forward, right next to her brother.

"They're our friends. He's talking about our friends."

As if Nezuko just uttered a couple of magic words, the frowns disappear from their faces. They look almost relieved.

"We promise we'll discuss it, Tanjirou," Iguro says, putting a hand on his shoulder. "We don't want to risk you."

Tanjirou tries to say something else, but Kocho shakes her head.

"If we agree to this, two of us will go with you. It's the only way."

Tanjirou knows he's not going to persuade them to let him go alone, so he just nods, hoping their presence doesn't scare his friends off. Like most of the people who live in Undercity, they don't trust topsiders.

"Okay."

***

Tanjirou doesn't like to wait. It's been just two days; Genya mentioned they actually had to wait a little bit because none of the people in Undercity would like to see them again so soon in their territory, especially after what happened.

"I understand that they don't want to see the hashira, but perhaps if I go–"

"You heard them, Tanjirou," Genya cuts him off. "They won't let you go alone."

"I'm not planning to disobey them this time," Tanjirou assures his friend, putting a hand on his cheek to calm him down; it works really well. "But why are they so worried about me?"

"You should know, Tanjirou... It's not like they're trying to hide it. My brother–"

As they walk down the hallway, an enforcer runs into them and stops as soon as he notices Genya.

"We need you out there," the man says. "Two people from Undercity broke in... They got into a couple of houses, it looks like they've been looking for information on the hashira's guests."

"Nemi is going to get mad," Genya mumbles, mostly to himself, before he turns around to look at Tanjirou. "It's okay, Tanjirou. You and your sister will be fine, I promise."

He follows the man before Tanjirou can say something; he really has a bad feeling about it.

Why are they asking about them? He doesn't care that much about himself, but he doesn't want anyone to hurt Nezuko.

Fortunately, Genya comes back really soon and informs him that the two boys have been apprehended, although they seem to know a lot about Nezuko.

With his heart beating crazily inside his chest, Tanjirou turns around and looks up to stare into Genya's eyes.

"How do they look?"

"I don't think I should be giving you that information, Tanjirou."

"Please..."

"Why do you always use that face against me?" Genya sighs, cheeks turning slightly pink. "One of them is a blond and the other wears a face mask with fangs painted on it, it almost looks like a boar–"

"Take me with them!"

"I can't. They're currently being questioned by my brother and the other Pillars. Besides, they could be dangerous–"

"They're not! They're my friends!"

Genya looks at him almost like he knows something not really good is going to happen, but he nods, giving in.

"What are you doing here? We're in the middle–" at first Shinazugawa doesn't notice Tanjirou, only his younger brother, but when he does, it's too late because the redhead is already running towards the middle of the room and jumping into the two pair of arms spread at him.

"Inosuke, Zenitsu!" Tanjirou says, voice breaking. "I'm so glad you're alright!"

"We were so worried about you and Nezuko!" Zenitsu sobs as Inosuke nuzzles against Tanjirou's cheek affectionately.

"Tanjirou, darling..." Kocho mumbles with a very sweet voice. "We're in the middle of something. They must be judged."

"Don't be too harsh on them, please!" Tanjirou pleads. "They probably just came here to look for Nezuko and me... They have good intentions!"

"Let us finish the interrogation, Tanjirou," Tomioka insists, prompting the redhead to nod, however, Tanjirou doesn't move away from them.

Shinazugawa doesn't seem to like that. Well, none of them look particularly happy about it.

When it's more than clear that the two boys were just looking for his friends, all the hashira agree not to do anything against them.

"You are free to go back to the other side," Iguro mumbles, waving a hand in a dismissive way at them.

"No, no," Tanjirou says, pulling his friends closer to him. "Stay with me. Please, stay here. You can move in with me!"

"That'd be nice," Inosuke admits, prompting Tanjirou to embrace him again.

"They're not topsiders, sweetie," Kanroji comments then. "We have to approve their entrance first."

"I'm not from Topside either," Tanjirou points out, refusing to let go of his friends.

"You're an exception, Tanjirou," Himejima says with a fond smile on his lips. "You must know this..."

"Please..." Tanjirou insists, prompting Zenitsu to look from him to the Pillars with an irritated curiosity.

"Fine," Uzui sighs, looking back at Tanjirou before grinning at him. "Just because you asked."

"Thank you!"

"You know we'd do anything for you, my boy!" Rengoku assures him, looking like he wants to jump over the table to get closer to him like he did before.

"Although we're not sure we want them to stay with you," Tokito mumbles, eyeing Tanjirou's friends with irritation.

"We can provide other accommodations for them," Kocho offers, although that's not what Tanjirou wants at all. He's missed his friends so much.

"But the house I'm living with Nezuko is really big!" He insists. "The four of us can stay there!"

Suddenly, Rengoku frowns at the way Tanjirou keeps pulling the other two boys closer to him.

That's when Zenitsu rolls his eyes and takes a few steps back, dragging Inosuke with him.

"None of us are into him," Zenitsu says quickly, looking at the Pillars, confusing Tanjirou a little bit. "We're his friends. Besides, I'm in love with Nezuko."

"Fine! You can stay with him!" Shinazugawa grumbles reluctantly.

Tanjirou is too happy to question anything about what happened. He tries to hug them again but Zenitsu shakes his head.

"Stop trying to get us killed!" He whispers furiously.

"What do you mean?"

***

After they're back at the house and Nezuko hugs a very happy Inosuke and an incredibly flustered Zenitsu, the four of them start talking about what happened since they got into Topside.

"I didn't know the members of the council were so jealous and possessive," the blond comments, prompting Nezuko to chuckle. "I can't believe Tanjirou has them wrapped around his pinky."

"I don't!" The redhead protests, blushing to the tip of his ears.

"It's been like this since we got here," Nezuko adds, ignoring his very confused brother.

"It doesn't surprise me."

Tanjirou wants to ask what he's talking about, but Inosuke interrupts by announcing very loudly that he's starving so Tanjirou decides to ask Zenitsu later and takes them all to the dining room.

***

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everyone-with-a-para · 1 year ago

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Alright! The last poison: the Jellyfish bitch herself, Actress/Fictional!Lusamine.

When I say this would be an info dump, it will be an info dump.

Tldr: Lusabitch becomes besties with SpongeBob, cools tf down, diverge more, gets angsted by the paracosm's lore, all because of this one comic I found in kym.

The bitch has been through a lot. She's been around since day one of Screen Universe and even some time before that. She's one of the late comers to the previous paracosm and got carried over to Screen Universe during the transition.

Funny enough, I despise the bitch's canon self and still do. But her daydream counterpart diverge almost beyond recognition that I can't see her the same way anymore. You could say she became a fully grown para along side with SpongeBob and a few others.

Speaking of SpongeBob, my man is the one who started her development and divergence as a para! If it wasn't for him, idk what I could have done to her instead. Bro thought it was a good idea to befriend one of the most fucked up characters in the Pokémon franchise, ran with it, and actually ended up being iconic doing it. Not Lillie, not even Archie (even though he really should have). Nope, it's the Bitch™ he formed a bond with.

Imagine, your imaginary/daydream childhood best friend befriending a character you hate, and you ended up watching where it's heading until it's too late. By until it's too late, I mean ended up supporting their dynamic while being conflicted about it because of who the two people are involved in the said friendship. It's very much like that.

Although, I'm not really sure who even initiated the befriending. For all we know, it could have been mutual.

So how did that happen? It all started with encountering this joke comic on Know Your Meme of Lusamine recreating a SpongeBob episode where he attempted living with the jellyfish. I ran into it on Facebook when I was younger and the full title didn't load. It just stopped at the part that implied the Bitch being in a SpongeBob episode doing something, but it didn't say what. So my younger self was like "w h a t" and daydreamed of the two interacting more than usual. This is prior to Screen Universe. Back then, when she joined, she was just like her canon self, and Spunch was kinda diverging while being mostly in character. So they'd fight (mainly in the trophy room and Ultra Space, but it can be anywhere else) and be after each others' necks. She even froze him one time and he only escaped because plot armour.

When I finally read the full title and comic, that's where shit hit the fan and started the bond in motion. They didn't become besties over night, it had a rocky start because of how I see both characters at the time (love one, but hate the other). Their interactions and scenarios evolved over time. With shit like soulmate AUs, fights, and the copyright jokes to name a few. The memes involving Lus being portrayed as SpongeBob (either with a scene or as SpongeBob himself) definitely spiked the development of their relationship. I think they started to mellow down with eachother towards the end of the previous paracosm, and the transition between both daydream eras.

What really cemented their fate as a pair was drawing this fan art of the two riding on eachother's jellyfish forms back in 2019. A handful of people on the Pokémon Amino liked it and even commented on it. This was when Screen Universe was still pretty new and these two are still actually warming up to each other after like one to two years of fighting and bickering. They just eventually agreed Jellyfishes are neat and they should bond over their enthusiasm for them. There was another fan art I made with the two before that, but that didn't gain much attraction iirc.

Over the course of the paracosm's development, their bond grew and grew until we're where we are now. There had been some rough edges here and there like when they were starting out in Screen Universe's fresh beginnings, Lus was still pretty malicious even for SpongeBob's detriment. And there was an phase back in 2021-early 2022 where Sponge didn't treat her too well (saw her as a weapon for ends to meet), but eventually cut that shit out. But there's some fluff too, like when they had tea together, gush about jellyfishes, and spar.

I think I will have to cut the ask in two because this is getting long 💀

I think my many issues trying to post this is because of how long it is so I'm gonna try posting asks 2 and 3 in the replies instead of pasting it into the main body of the post

Reading this and shovelling popcorn into my mouth like it's the newest cult classic movie I'm so invested

SpongeBob Lusamine enemies to besties core <3 when the paras are emotionally dependent on each other >>>>>

Taking all the villain Fictionals and giving them soft blankets and hot chocolate and therapy btw

Fma:b mentioned!!!!! (Rip my fma:b paracosm my paraself was so OP in that when I was 14)

Mickey needs to take a fucking nap, sort his ego out, and rethink his life choices please and thank you

#long post #ask #poké anon #sea-adehesiveness537 #paraportal #quill speaks

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thotsforvillainrights · 1 year ago

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AHHHHHHH CONGRATS MUN!

Can I get something with a soft shiggy or skeptic 🫣

(Thank you! I had a hard time choosing on this one but I guess I need to flush my system of the Skeptic fever so it'll have to be him this time lol)

~As if I have to say it~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

-Busy is not the right word to describe it. There has to be something more than that, right? Extremely focused maybe? Passionate about his work, obsessed...yes, that sounds about right. This was the first quarter. He should be relaxing! It's not like Feel Good wasn't going to turn a profit. They were on top and will likely remain that way. Yet he continues to argue that he has to work hard so they're ahead by the end of the first quarter. The only time when he should be resting and he's working.

-Come to think of it, he's been more than distant lately while working. He's been ignoring you lately a lot too. Just the other night you remember feeling a little ate up about it. You were sitting on the couch and reading. "Hmmm, Dr. Gary says right here that there are 5 love languages." You mutter out but are greeted with silence. You close the book you're reading and sit up from your cushioned spot on the couch to look over at him slouched at the kitchen table, his fingers furiously typing away at his keyboard.

-He hasn't even been replying to your texts either. He's not pausing in the morning to kiss you before work or sitting with you for dinner, only opting to take his plate to the home office and eat it behind closed doors while he works. You can't even remember the last time you two went on a date for the night. The last time you tried to approach him, he turned down the offer with a quick grunt and a mumble "there's work to be done..."

-Finally everything boiled over when you realized he'd stopped coming to bed and opted to sleep at his desk in the computer room after working himself to exhaustion. You'd be damned if you were treated like a roommate instead of a partner. You finally decided to gather your self and stomp into that room. All your anger faded away into sadness when you stopped and took a moment to explain how you felt to him.

-He didn't even look like he was listening. You decided it was a lost cause but just as your tears threatened to spill, he stopped typing and sighed. He leaned back into his chair and turned to look at you. His bloodshot tired eyes focused on you before he spoke quietly.

-"You said you think I don't care for you anymore? Is saying it to your face going to make you feel anymore secure? I shouldn't have to do something like that and you shouldn't ever question how I feel about you. I'm working. The reason why I want us ahead is so when the Second quarter comes around we won't need to worry about falling behind. It's also so I can spend time with you. I'm almost finished and had you hung on until tomorrow evening then I would've approached you. I hate apologizing but for you I will push past...sorry"

-You frowned and moved to get settled into his lap while he began gently rubbing your back. "I love you alright? I don't feel like I need to say it but I suppose for you it must be done. I only ask that you don't doubt me again please? It's annoying." He playfully thumps your forehead. Although it wasn't a conventional apology, you knew he was doing his very best to reassure you in his own special way. In case you didn't believe him, tomorrow really does come. He puts his work away and he makes everything up to you with plenty of affection. Just as you please

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #meta liberation army #mla #tomoyasu chikazoku #bnha skeptic #headcanon

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sadowlswriting · 2 years ago

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I say I'm not afraid anymore; yet I still check the corner of the rooms, I check under the beds and in the cupboards, I check outside the window in all the dark alleys and areas untouched by streetlights before closing the curtains at night.

I say I don't care anymore; yet I still do the things I used to do for you, I still move things out of the way if I think you'll trip over them, I still put the blankets and cups the way you like them, I still wonder if everything's alright with you.

I say I've moved on; yet here I am writing about you... Again. Still finding things that remind me of you, still making up stupid scenarios in my head with you, still holding on to the hope that won't seem to find it's way out.

I say everything's fine, only because I can't find the right words to string together to explain this feeling that I can't identify.

You... are... still... here.

Why?

You seem to have become the emptiness that settles in my stomach, and maybe that is the most tortuous thing you could have ever done.

-Owl.

#writing #poetry #poem #words #confessional poetry #short poetry #holding on #let you go #i still think about you #please leave me alone #i dont want to think about it

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kidmachinate · 20 days ago

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Just Above Basic

In a short statement I made to a friend, I said the following:

"I understand I'm getting old but I'm not THAT old. I refuse to make old a part of my personality, I've got things I need to do. Things I still want to do."

We are all aging. It's inevitable. We all will fail eventually of old age and be able to do less...but there are many of us who are not there now. Even if you are, what's your mental fortitude like? I say that all to say this.

I'm not too old for events or gatherings. Hell even the occasional (probably for work) party outside of my comfort zone for keeping appearances. I much prefer with intent gatherings that get turned into our own "party" with good company, food, and activities, but sometimes being challenged from time to time allows for growth. It could be the mere action of doing something you haven't done before. The right conversation someone may need to hear, as people are different outside of work. While it occurs much less for our generation than the generations past, genuinely being in the "right place at the right time" for a job opportunity. It could be anything.

What I am getting too old for is a list that grows but is much less about outings or even physical activity, and more about stagnancy and complaints. While the internet can run rampant with this stuff, misery loves company as they say. Do you find yourself on loop? On repeat? Do you enjoy this? If not, I would challenge you to break that cycle. That may very well mean outgrowing scenarios or people that you don't want to involve yourself with anymore. The easiest thing to point towards is what is a quickly coming "next four years". There's gonna be A LOT of nonsense around all that, and while it is valid, it's not gonna help anything. I have to have hope that the possibility of going to war aside, we'll be alright.

If you're a "know-it-all", spend a bit too much time on the internet to post opinions (that you may think are fact), or are stuck in your own bubble world, oblivious to what's around you, you can't turn around and be shocked if people look at you differently. I'm not the only one trying to grow out there but some of the examples I'm listing, if they apply, are likely coming from people not willing to do that. Or maybe they haven't reached the awakening, second wind, etc stage yet.

I've never been silent on this. My rants I'm sure sound samey and bounce between fighting the good fight, sometimes saying fuck off to the person who wronged you, and you've got this! Common themes that can and will occur in life. If you got holes in your boat, you can patch them, or sink. I choose to float or fly. I'll help you patch up if that's your journey, but after a while, sometimes you have to let the ship sink and get yourself off there before it does.

(If you're with me, let's enjoy this life. We only have so long here. A hunter is never alone.)

From Facebook Page: Mindsets

#basic #life struggles #life journey #mental peace #boundaries #progression #tothefuture

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wiltingredroses · 7 months ago

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Venomous: An Extreme Horror Novella Chapter 4: Daugherty Farm: Part 1

This chapter got too long so I had to split it in two. This is actually Chapter 4: Part: 1. The adult adventures of Maeve and Evelyn will continue in Chapter 5. Until then, enjoy this wholesome detour where everything is fine and nothing bad happens at all!

Evelyn and I stand outside of a convenience store, counting what little cash we have left. We have gone almost three days without eating at this point, forgoing food in favor of filling up the truck. We had befriended a group of people back in Minneapolis, one of whom told us about an uncle that lived on a farm in Oklahoma. He said that he'd be happy to let us stay, and even pay us to work for him. Being in pretty desperate need of money, we eagerly accepted the offer. The money Shane gave us lasted us about three months due to my aggressive budgeting. We pulled the lost girls con many times, which worked more often than not. Evelyn was good at finding a couch to sleep on whenever that failed. Worst case scenario, we could always find a cheap motel somewhere. Now, we've found ourselves with five dollars to our name, which we can't afford to spend on anything but gas.

We have become desperate. The hunger pangs are so intense we can't sleep anymore. We need something, anything, to keep us going until we get to Oklahoma. We've done our best to refrain from committing crimes thus far, if only to prevent an encounter with the police. It looks like that is about to change.

“Okay, you distract the clerk. I'll grab what I can.” She says. That's all there is to it. Nothing too complicated. She won't need long, anyway. All I have to do is give her a minute or two.

“Alright, let's do this.” I say. The bell above the door dings as we step inside. Evelyn hurries into a nearby isle before the clerk can spot her. The apathetic long-haired boy lifts his head just as she disappears from view, before his attention drifts back to the comic book in front of him. I smile my friendliest smile as I walk up to the counter. It's just him, as far as I can tell. No other customers either. This should be easy.

“Hello!” I greet the bored-looking clerk behind the counter. He looks up, disinterested.

“Hi. Can I help you?” He asks with a complete lack of enthusiasm.

“Oh, well, I'm a little bit lost. I was wondering if you could give me directions?” I ask.

“Don't you mean “we're a little bit lost”?” He asks.

“I'm not sure what you-”

“The girl that came in with you, that's your friend right?”

“I'm not sure-”

“The girl currently stuffing potato chips into her backpack? That ring a bell?” He asks. I panic, immediately trying to think of an exit strategy. How did he even notice? He barely spared us a glance when we walked in.

“Lucky guess.” He says, noticing the panic in my eyes.

“Look, I don't care. They don't pay me enough to. You two are homeless, right?” He continues.

I nod.

“Take whatever you want. I'm not a nark.” He says and returns to his comic once again.

“Really?” I ask in disbelief.

“Yeah. Really.”

I look up at the surveillance camera on the ceiling. Even if he doesn't stop us, we'll still be caught.

“Doesn't work. Don't worry about it.”

I stare at him for a few more moments before turning and beginning to search for Evelyn. I find her towards the back, stuffing granola bars into a backpack. She looks up as I approach.

“What are you doing? You're supposed to be distracting the clerk!”

“He knows what we're doing. He doesn't care.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously.”

“Well, shit, help me out then!”

Quickly, we fill our bag as much as we can. I keep glancing at the guy behind the counter, just to be sure he doesn't call the police while we're not looking. He doesn't move the entire time, except to flip a page. As soon as we have taken as much stuff as we can carry, we hurry out the front door. I climb into the passenger's seat with our stolen goods and Evelyn peels out of the parking lot. Regardless of what the clerk said, we aren't going to stick around to get caught.

We drive for a while before pulling into an empty field. Seeing as this is going to be where we are staying for the night, we do our best to make the bed of the truck comfortable. Thankfully we have a few pillows and blankets with us to help. Once we have semi-successfully cushioned the truck bed, we empty out our bag to see what we made off with. There wasn't a whole lot of logic when it came to what we took. We were just blindly grabbing and stuffing whatever looked passable into the bag. Thankfully, we have plenty to get us to Oklahoma without having to ration it out.

We immediately begin stuffing our faces. I'm halfway through my second candy bar when Evelyn stops me.

“Slow down, bunny. You're going to make yourself sick.” She pulls a bag of trail mix out of the pile and hands it to me.

“Eat this. You need something with actual nutrition.” She says before returning to her protein bar.

Once our stomachs are satisfied, we try to get comfortable. I lay next to Evelyn underneath a blanket, but I can't seem to relax.

“What's wrong?” She asks.

“I feel exposed being in a wide open space like this. What if someone finds us? We're probably trespassing.”

“Then you sleep and I'll keep watch. We'll take shifts, okay?” She says. I would feel guilty having her take the first shift. She's probably far more tired than me, seeing as I'm not the one driving.

“You sleep first.” I say.

“Yeah, and have you fall asleep on me? I don't think so. Shut up and sleep.” She says, tossing a pillow at my face. I don't bother to argue further. Once she's made up her mind, there's no convincing her otherwise.

I don't know how long I manage to sleep before I am awoken by raindrops falling onto my face. I look over to see Evelyn hastily packing up our stuff.

“Of course.” I mutter under my breath.

“Looks like we're spending the night inside the truck.” Evelyn says.

Together, we gather our stuff and cover it with a tarp to protect it from the rain. By the time we climb back into the truck, we are dripping wet and freezing. We try to get some sleep, unconcerned with being confronted by any strangers now that we are safely locked inside. Neither of us manage to sleep for very long considering the uncomfortable position we found ourselves in. With the promise of a roof over our heads waiting for us in Oklahoma, we waste no time getting back on the road first thing in the morning.

It takes us another two days to reach our destination. We get very little sleep as the rain seems to follow us, forcing us to sleep in the cramped conditions of Evelyn's truck. When we finally drive up the dirt driveway to the farmhouse we are exhausted and filthy.

We spot a man on the front porch of the house. I can only assume this is the uncle we have been told about. He is younger than I expected. I doubt he is any older than forty. As we climb out of the truck, I become instantly aware of the fact that we haven't showered in about two weeks and our clothes haven't been washed in three. God only knows what is running through that man's head as we approach the house.

“Can I help you girls?” He calls out to us. I decide to take the lead for once, as Evelyn doesn't always leave a good impression on this type.

“Hello! We met your nephew about a week ago. He said you would be expecting us?” I say as we walk up the front steps. Recognition falls over his face almost immediately.

“Why, you must be Maeve and Evelyn! I was starting to think you were a couple of no-shows!” He says, practically jumping to his feet in excitement. He hurries over to us, grabbing my hands and shaking them enthusiastically before doing the same to Evelyn.

“Come in, come in!” He says as he pushes us into the house. The inside is about what I expected. The décor seems to have been pulled straight out of the 1940's, which tells me that he probably inherited it from an elderly relative. I don't see anything resembling modern technology other than an ancient radio perched on a side table. The air is musty and stale like the room had sat empty for a decade before we arrived. Despite this, the room is remarkably clean. While a bit cluttered with relics of the past, I don't see a speck of dust of dirt. You would expect a farmer's home to be a little dirty. I would assume it is simply an unavoidable result of the profession.

“As excited as I am to give you the full tour, I think you girls are in desperate need of a bath and a meal first.” He says. We glance at each other briefly. Our faces are dirty and our hair is slick with grease while our clothes are stained and torn. I'm sure that our combined stench is overwhelmingly foul, but we've long grown blind to it. We've found that people are increasingly unkind the more homeless you appear. So many people were happy to help us when we were well-kept and nicely dressed, but that help soon dried up when it became obvious that we were not prim and proper girls that just happened to take a wrong turn somewhere.

“That would be appreciated, thank you.”

The man shows us to our room where we drop off our meager belongings. We learn that his name is Wayne Daugherty, and that he inherited this farm from his great aunt and uncle about a decade ago. After we properly introduce ourselves, he hands us each a stack of clothes and points me towards the bathroom just down the hall. He then goes to show Evelyn the second bathroom upstairs, leaving me by myself.

I enter the bathroom and set the clothes down on a nearby stool. Much like the rest of the house, the bathroom features are quite old and outdated. There's no shower, just a slightly elevated clawfoot bathtub in the middle of the room. I let the water run while I get undressed, inspecting my clothes as I do so. It used to be my favorite dress, having been a Christmas gift from my aunt. The once mint green dress had turned brownish after not being washed for as long as it had. It was covered in rips and tears and missing a button or two. I clutched it for a moment, sighed, and tossed it into the waste bin.

I test the water before stepping into the tub. It feels weird to be taking an actual bath for the first time since leaving home. Evelyn and I have become used to doing things as quickly as possible, never slowing down long enough to do something as simple as having a bath. These days it's mostly truck stop showers and skinny dipping in rivers. Every once in awhile Evelyn and I can sweet talk some horny guy into using his shower before leaving him high and dry. The hot water is comforting, like an all-consuming hug. The aches and pains from weeks of poor sleeping conditions are relieved almost instantly.

I scrub down every inch of my body, not leaving a single crevice untouched. I wash my hair with probably three times the amount of shampoo required, watching as the water turns a disturbing brownish color as I do so. Suddenly disgusted by the realization that I am sitting in my own filth, I rinse myself off and get out of the tub.

I grab a towel from a nearby shelf and press my face into it for a moment. It's a pure, clean white color and doesn't smell like mildew. I bet this guy actually washes them more than once every three months. I dry myself off and start going through the pile of clothes. They consist of a yellow short-sleeve t-shirt and denim overall shorts. They certainly aren't my style, but they are my size weirdly enough. I get dressed and look at myself in the full length mirror in the corner of the bathroom. I can't help but wonder why he just had this stuff sitting around. In the moment though, I can't find it in me to care all that much. I'm just content to not look a Victorian street urchin anymore.

I leave the bathroom and return to the room we'll be staying in to find Evelyn is sitting on the bed, waiting for me. I almost don't recognize her dressed in bell-bottom denim jeans and flannel.

“How goes it, cowgirl?” She asks with a smirk. I laugh. We barely resemble ourselves dressed the way we are.

“You're missing a vital part of the look, though. C'mere.” She says, gesturing to the spot on the floor in front of her. I have many questions, but in lieu of asking them, I give into her request without a fight. I sit on the ground, my head resting between her knees. She grabs strands of my hair and begins braiding it.

“How do you even know how to do that?” I ask.

“I was in just as many braiding circles in scouts as you were. Now sit still.” She replies.

Eventually, she decides that she is done and allows me to stand up. I walk to the mirror and admire her look. She had tied my hair in a loose braid that hung over my shoulder, fully completing the farmer girl look. Honestly, it kind of works.

“You like it?” Evelyn asks, draping herself over my shoulder.

“I love it.” I reply. She leans in for a kiss and I happily accept. A knock at the door startles us and she jumps back.

“Dinner's ready, girls! Come down to the dining room when you're ready.” Mr. Daugherty calls through the door. We look at each other. We are absolutely desperate for actual food. I don't know how good this guy's cooking skills are, but I'll take unseasoned potatoes and tough overcooked meat over another convenience store snack. If I eat another potato chip I might actually die on the spot.

We eagerly head downstairs to the dining room to find Mr. Daugherty seated at the table. He gestures for us to sit and we do so. Noises in the kitchen imply there is another person living in the house. Just a few moments later, a girl emerges from the kitchen, carry a tray. She looks to be around our age, if maybe a year or two older. She's a tall, skinny girl in a simple blue cotton dress underneath an apron. For a moment I think I've found an answer as to why Mr. Daugherty has girl's clothing on hand, but I quickly realize that we are not the same size at all. She does not make eye contact with us, simply looking forward with a vacant stare.

“Evelyn, Maeve, this is my daughter Mabel.” He says, introducing us.

“Hello!” I say with a wave. Endearing ourselves to the homeowner's daughter is probably the smart move if we wish to stay longer than a few days. I don't know about Evelyn, but I'm not particularly eager to hop back into the truck after the last few weeks we've had.

Mabel does not respond, however. She simply places the tray onto the table and begins handing out our portions. Her gaze is unwavering and for a second I wonder if she can hear or see us at all.

“You'll have to excuse my daughter. She's been a mute since birth.” He says dismissively. After everyone has been served, she grabs the tray and retreats back into the kitchen before returning a few moments later. As much as I want to dive into the bowl of stew and devour it like a feral dog, I manage to restrain myself out of politeness. Evelyn does too, but only because I shoot her a look. Once everyone is at the table, Mr. Daugherty says grace while Evelyn and I pretend to go along with it, sitting awkwardly in silence while shooting each other uncomfortable glances. I sneak a peak at Mabel once, only to catch her piercing eyes staring back at me, forcibly diverting my attention back down to my hands.

Finally, after what seems like forever, we are allowed to eat. I try to maintain an air of courtesy and grace, but the second the taste of food hits my tongue I begin shoveling it down like I'll never eat again. I can't help but feel slightly embarrassed at how quickly I manage to wolf it down. This is somewhat alleviated when I glance at Evelyn to find she had finished long before I had.

“Well that's about the highest compliment you can give a cook, isn't it, Mabel?” He says. Mabel looks at him and nods, acknowledging that she was spoken to for the first time since we've met her.

With my hunger now sated, I decide it's probably a good idea to start asking questions about this strange man and his farm. Inviting teenagers that you've never met to come stay at your farm several states away is a bit... suspect... to say the least.

“So, have you had guests like us before?” I ask, trying to hide my skepticism.

“Oh, many times! I help young people like yourselves whenever I get the chance. If you take a look at the pictures on the walls, you'll see my many, many success stories.” He explains.

“Success stories?” Evelyn asks.

“The ones that are able to get their act together and learn skills that will help them get out the situation they've found themselves in. I don't turn anyone away; whether they be addicts, unwed mothers, prostitutes, runaways, or some combination of the four. Hell, I adopted Mabel as my own so that her mother could get a college education without having a child to worry about.” He says. I find it odd that he talks so openly about the circumstances of Mabel's adoption in front of her, to complete strangers nonetheless, but she doesn't seem to care.

“What about the not-so-successful ones?” I ask, curiously.

“Usually they just up and leave in the middle of the night. As much as it pains me, sometimes I have to ask them to leave if I feel they're making a negative impact on the others.” He says.

“But I never get discouraged! No matter how many refuse my helping hand and go back to their old ways. That's why everyone I know has my permission to send me any strays that cross their path.” Mr. Daugherty says with pride in his voice.

“Sorry to change the subject, but exactly is it that we'll be doing here?” Evelyn asks.

“Oh, just helping me out around the farm. Nothing two strong-willed girls can't handle. Maeve, you seem like the more domestic one out of the two of you, so you'll mostly be inside helping Mabel out around the house. Evelyn, you'll be working outside with me. Does that sound okay to you? If not, you can just stay here for the night and be on your way tomorrow, but I won't have any freeloaders just laying about.” He says.

Evelyn and I look at each other. We don't really need to discuss it. At this point we'll do just about anything to have a bed for the night. When we get bored of it, we'll leave, just like we always do.

“Yes, of course. Whatever you need from us.” I respond.

“Wonderful, just wonderful! Now, you two seem like you're in great need of a rest, so you two can sleep in tomorrow and we won't get started until the day after.”

Evelyn and I exchange glances once again. A real bed, in a real house, that's clean and pest free, plus free food and a salary? We really owe that guy back in Minneapolis big time. Come to think of it, I should really give him a call tomorrow to thank him.

This could be good for us, being able to live normal lives again, even if just for a little while, before we move on to our next adventure.

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findroleplay · 2 years ago

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God fucking damnit...

Howdy. 20+ literate roleplayer here (18+ ONLY PLEASE THANK YOU). Seeking a Helluva Boss roleplay. You would write for Stolas, and I would write for Blitzø.

The latest episode has me in a chokehold. Season 2 has been so bumpy so far with walking around the entire situation these two have. Finally, however, it's been addressed in a way I can see going in two directions:

1. Blitzø doesn't text back because he's deciding to do something different. He's going to listen to his heart. He's going to visit Stolas one way or another. He's shit at words, but maybe his love language is saying nothing at all. Stolas wakes up to Blitzø by his bedside. It goes from there.

2. This episode displayed the lengths Blitzø would go to for Loona, and I greatly appreciate that. But the sole reason Blitzø chose not to save Stolas was that he always saw the owl as unsurpassable. We see that when he stares at the hospital entrance in shock, pain, and uncertainty during his last few shots in the episode. So, what if Striker captured Stolas on a day when Blitzø didn't have to deal with the terrible medical care system of Hell? What if Loona already got her shot, so the missions switch? He asks M&M for a favor of watching over Loona while he goes and saves Stolas. However, to add fuel to the fire, nevertheless, let's have Striker do the intelligent thing (in the standards of kidnapping) of confiscating Stolas's phone. So, Striker would be the one to call Blitzø instead to rile him up about the whole situation. Stolas can't hear shit, of course. He doesn't know what Blitzø is saying on the other end of the line, and Striker can use that to his advantage. He would psychologically torture Stolas through gaslighting. He would tell him that Blitzø could care less. You know, the shit that would make Stolas incredibly hurt and hopeless. With the rapid blood loss from all the stabbing, Stolas would not be thinking straight. Yes, he has endured so much verbal abuse from Stella. However, their relationship has not been smooth sailing for a long time, and Blitzø has shown to be sketchy in his choices. Striker could also point out that with Stolas dead, Blitzø wouldn't need to return the Grimoire to anyone anymore. I'm being terrible to Stolas in this setting, but I think it pays off when Blitzø gets there in time to beat the living shit out of Striker. Moxxie and Millie were having a challenge against him but there's something entirely different about the rage of a guy who knows the person he loves is in danger. If Stolas hasn't passed out from blood loss yet, he gets front-row seats to witness Blitzø nearly killing someone for him. Defending him. Nobody's ever done that for Stolas before. We can probably start when Blitzø finishes beating Striker to a pulp and brings Stolas back with him into the van.

Alright, those are the two main ideas I have in mind. I could get swayed to do something else entirely. However, those are the two scenarios I'm banking on the most right now. But if you have an idea of your own, feel free to pitch it. The worst that can happen is that I don't vibe with it. With that said, I am hoping to connect with folks soon.

#roleplay #rp #helluva boss rp

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boreddcposts · 5 years ago

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DC extreme capture the flag

This post is open for contribution, whether it be characters, teams, rules or funny scenarios that you can think of

TEAMS:

The Bats (black flag): - Bruce Wayne - Dick Grayson - Barbara Gordon - Jason Todd - Tim Drake - Damian Wayne - Duke Thomas - Cassandra Cain - Stephanie Brown

The Supers (blue flag): - Clark Kent - Lois Lane - Lucy Lane - Conner Kent - Jon Kent - Kara Danvers - Bizarro - Karen Starr - Lar Gand

The Amazons (yellow flag): (let’s face it. This team would win. Hands down) - Diana Prince - Steve Trevor - Donna Troy - Cassie Sandsmark - Artemis - Nubia - Grace Choi - Queen Hippolyta - Etta Candy

The Atlanteans (orange flag): - King Arthur - Queen Mera - Garth - Tula - Kaldur’ahm - Dolphin - Lorena Marquez - Koryak - Arthur Jr.

The Speedsters (red flag): - Barry Allen - Iris West - Wally West - Wallace West - Bart Allen - Thaddeus Thawne - Jesse Chambers - Avery Ho - Max Mercury

The Arrows (green flag): - Oliver Queen - Dinah Lance - Roy Harper - Lian Harper - Emiko Queen - Mia Dearden - Connor Hawke - Cissie King-Jones - John Diggle

RULES:

- THERE ARE NO RULES. - Kidding. Of course there are rules. This is Capture the Flag: Extreme Edition. This means war. And even war has rules. - There are six teams. Six flags. Usually, this game only has two teams and two flags, but this is the Extreme Edition so the rules will be tweaked a little. - One rule remains the same: your flag must be visible. You cannot hide it. The other teams must be able to spot your flag from ten feet (10 ft) away. - There are six territories for the six teams. Five of them are on land, while the Atlanteans’ is in the water, because not all of them are high-born and they need water to survive. Plus it makes the game really interesting. - A circle must be drawn around your flag, one that your team cannot enter. This circle must be ten feet (10 ft) in diameter. No one is allowed to stand directly in front of their flag. - Because there are six flags, the way to win is a little different. I’ll explain it like this: if team ‘Bats’ captures the flag of team ‘Speedsters’, then team ‘Speedsters’ is forced to join forces with team ‘Bats’. They become one team. This system goes on until there are only two teams. Whichever team can steal the other’s flags, wins. Game over. - You cannot join forces if your flags aren’t joined. No team affiliation unless flags have been captured. Team affiliation is illegal. Unless flags are captured. - Once a flag has been captured and forces are joined, those forces can only be broken through one way. Let’s return to the previous example. Teams ‘Bats’ and ‘Speedsters’ are now one team. If team ‘Arrows’ were to steal the ‘Speedsters’ flag, this does not mean that ‘Speedsters’ now joins ‘Arrows’. they stay joined with ‘Bats’. However, if ‘Arrows’ were to also steal ‘Bats’ flag, then both ‘Speedsters’ and ‘Bats’ must join forces with ‘Arrows’. However, However. Let’s say team ‘Amazons’ were to then steal the ‘Bats’ flag, what happens then? Simple! The two teams must then split. ‘Speedsters’ join with ‘Arrows’, ‘Bats’ join with ‘Amazons’. This is the only way to break forces. - There are jails! Team members can be tagged and captured by opposite team members. Captured members will be taken to a jail that is in another team’s neutral spot. Captured members can be freed by their own team, if they can get past the guards. The tagger must escort the captured to their jail, if they don’t then the captured has permission to run for it. The ‘Atlanteans’ jail is on land. - NO POWERS. The game is to be set on an equal ground. No speed. No super strength. No water manipulation. Nothing. If powers are used, this will result in an automatic disqualification and your team becomes spectators (they can just chill around the territories and watch the game). - Surprises are allowed. When I say surprises, I mean that you are allowed to bring in brand new teammates to join your team. The only team that knows this are the ‘Bats’, since they were the ones to come up with this idea, once when they were really really bored. Once this is common knowledge, the other teams are allowed to call in their own surprises. This includes pets.

SHENANIGANS!!!

(hey, listen. I just want to put this out there. At this point in the post, I will be using some of my ships in these shenanigans. This does not mean that that ship is the default one in this headcannon. For example, I ship birdflash and will write some shenanigans involving them. But if you want to place Linda Park in this and have Wally cheering on his badass wife as she tackles other players to the ground, then you go ahead and do that! I ship batcat, but if you want to write out Bruce successfully distracting Clark while Dick and Jason steal the ‘Supers’ flag, that’s fine! Use whatever ships you want! Have fun with it! However, pedophilic, abusive, and incestuous ships are not welcomed here. Let’s just make that clear.)

Immediately, they had to start a second round. Because a minute into the first one, Bizarro had used his powers to get to the black flag and demand that Jason join forces with him. It resulted in laughing fits and Jason having to sit Bizarro down to explain the rules to him again. -- Dick, guarding the jail: Wally I swear to fucking god you even try to free them, I will not have sex with you for the next month! Wally: What!? Barry, in jail: No! Dick, how could you!? Don’t free us, Wally! Bart, also in jail: Don’t you dare do that to us, Dick! He’s going to stay over at our house and mope and eat all the chocolate and watch romantic movies and his eyes are going to tear up whenever the characters kiss! Wally: What!? I don’t do that! Dick, fully knowing that was the reaction he was going to get and now struggling to hold back laughter: You really do. It’s kind of flattering, actually -- Lois, before the match begins: Hey, Bruce, is Selina not joining us? I was kinda hoping to introduce her to Iris Bruce, thinking about how Selina is their trump card and is going to join halfway through the game and win it for them: No, she’s busy. Sorry. -- Diana, after learning that Lian Harper successfully entered their territory and stole their flag: How. Queen Hippolyta, close to tears: Her eyes are so big. She reminded me of you when you were that age. She’s going to make a great warrior one day. -- Kara, guarding the flag: Why does it feel so cold? Conner, also guarding the flag: I feel cold, too Kara and Conner: ... Tim, suddenly directly behind them: That flag is mine. Kara and Conner: *scream* -- Jason: Kory!? Kory: Hello, Jason Roy, standing atop a hill with Lian in his arms: Hahaha!! You’ve brought in your surprise, I’ve brought in mine! Behold! The great Koriand’r from the planet Tamaran! Lian: She’s gonna kick your ass! Roy: Whoa! hey, where’d you get that word from!? -- Garth and Donna: *wrestling on the floor and screaming at each other* Dick, close to tears because this is the fifth time this has happened this match: Would you two please stop fighting!? This was meant to be a fun game of capture the flag, not war between atlanteans and amazons!!! -- Arthur Jr., guarding the jail after he captured Bart: You play videogames? Bart: Dude, of course! I’m trying to beat Warriors VS Assassins 5 at the moment, but the levels are really hard this time Arthur Jr., sadly: I can’t play videogames, I live in the water Bart: That sucks Thaddeus, sprinting out of the trees with an unholy shriek: RELEASE BART RIGHT NOW!!! Arthur Jr.: *screams* Bart: THAD NO! -- Oliver: Your kids had a great idea with this, Bats. It’s nice to have something where everyone can just take a break from crime and have fun. Dinah’s having a great time. I think this game might also be bringing Roy and I closer together- Bruce, to Jason, as Oliver’s still talking: Did you have to capture their flag? Jason, holding Lian in one arm, the other wrapped around Roy’s waist: Yeah. Yeah, I did. -- Wally, having just encountered Dick as he’s trying to capture the black flag: Ooh, what are you gonna do, Officer Grayson? You gonna arrest me? Dick: I am going to murder you Wally: Sounds sexy- ACK *gets tackled to the ground* -- Barry, attempting to sneak into the Amazon territory: Artemis, spotting him: The Flash is trying to capture our flag! Queen Hippolyta, instantly: GET HIM! Barry, running away from five Amazons who are all on his tail: OH MY GOD WHY DID I EVEN ATTEMPT THIS I AM SO SCARED RIGHT NOW

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shuchu · 2 years ago

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imagine saying you're gonna participate in no nut november and the boys get absolutely devastated i think that'd be so funny

bonus if you avoid their advances and leave them all needy and begging for ur attention ｡ﾟ(ﾟ´Д｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡ heavy on shoto since he tweeted he was gonna fail it as soon as it started 😭😭 he would be inconsolable if u said u were gonna participate hes a very needy boy (*'▽'*) -🌸

nsfw, minors dni ; gn!reader

omg- i will literally kiss your brain, all these ideas tskr

i'm sorry if anything doesn't make sense, i'm falling asleep as i type this ＞▽＜

here are some headcanons lovelies, enjoy ♡

ꨄ VOX AKUMA

“alright bet.”

after 2 days, he comes to you pouting, “babe, i can’t. i’m so fucking horny.”

you smirk at him and say, “use your hand then.”

“please baby, i need you.” he whines, “besides, it’s just a silly little challenge the internet came up with, you don’t need to participate in it.”

“i like it when you beg, beg for it a little more and maybe i’ll consider it.” you giggle

vox leans in and starts kissing your neck, his hand rubbing your thigh

“come on darling. please? pretty please?”

eventually you give in and mans was so pent up, he kept you up the whole night

ꨄ MYSTA RIAS

“no way you’re actually gonna not cum for a month.”

you look at him and say, “i’m dead serious mysta. imma do it.”

“but babe...what if i get horny?”

“well, you’re just going to have to use your hand or your tenga egg.” you chuckle

a week goes by and you’re surprised mysta hasn’t come to bother you about being horny until you see him sulking on the couch

you sit beside him, giving him a kiss on the cheek, “what’s wrong babe?”

“i haven’t felt your mouth or your hand or your hole around my dick for a week. my hand and tenga egg feels nowhere as good as you.”

you giggle and all of a sudden your breath is knocked out of you when mysta grabs your wrists and pins you down to the couch

mysta kisses you and one of his hand reaches down to rub you through your shorts

you end up letting him have his way with you

mysta would fuck you like an animal in heat because of how pent up he is

ꨄ LUCA KANESHIRO

when you tell luca you’re participating he goes, “oh okay! pog!”

but after a few days he realises it isn’t so pog after all when he sees you swaying those hips while you’re cooking in the kitchen and seeing that ass that he loves so much being shoved in his face when you’re wiping down the kitchen counters

he gets such a raging hard on and he excuses himself to go relieve himself

after you’re done with what you were doing you walk into the bedroom to see luca thrusting his hips into his hand and moaning your name

you sit on the side of the bed and luca looks at you while still jerking himself off, “babe. i- i can’t do it. i need you. i need to feel you. please.”

you rest your hand on his chest and smirk, “keep going.”

he does as you asked and you start rubbing his chest up and down, brushing against his nipples occasionally, making him jolt and his dick twitch

after edging him for a few minutes, you finally lower yourself down onto him

he would tear up from how good it feels to finally have your walls wrapped around him

it isn't long before he cums and he'd ask you if you're good to go one more round because he's so pent up

ꨄ IKE EVELAND

i feel like ike wouldn't really mind tbh so when you tell him he'd go, "oh...okay!"

in my mind, the only scenario would be that ike just feels an overwhelming amount of love for you and the both of you start making out

things heat up after the both of you make out and he would want to make love to you but he would remember that you wanna participate in nnn and he would have to reluctantly cockblock

but i think at that point you'd just say, "screw it." and just continue with what y'all were doing

ꨄ SHU YAMINO

i feel like with shu you'd have to go into this with the intention of teasing him to the point where he can't resist the urge anymore

but let's be real, shu probably wouldn't be the type to beg

if anything, you'd give up on nnn and plead him to fuck you at which he'd smirk and say, "oh? given up already?" (i'm screaming-)

ꨄ SHXTOU

he would visibly deflate when you tell him you're participating in nnn

"but babeeee..." shoto whines and you just giggle walking out of the bedroom

whenever shoto would try to turn you on, praising you and telling you all the things he would do to you if you give up on nnn

you just laugh and say, "good try my love."

he wouldn't stop trying and at this point he's desperate

he flops on the bed and goes, "i feel like i'm dying. we haven't been intimate in a week babe! a week!"

"drama queen much? it's only been a week babe." you giggle at his antics

but of course, eventually you give in and shoto literally lights up

he starts leaving kisses all over your face and down your neck, getting straight to work

#hana replies ♡#🌸 anon ♡#vox akuma #vox akuma x reader #mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luca kaneshiro #luca kaneshiro x reader #ike eveland #ike eveland x reader #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shxtou #shxtou x reader

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viluvr-archived · 3 years ago

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Hello!!! I really loved the outcome of the first ask I sent! If you don't mind me requesting again with the same scenario but with Jamil, Azul, Deuce, Silver, Lilia, and Riddle?? if that's alright with you tho! no pressure :) do take care of yourself! thank you again!!

PUTTING BUTTERFLY CLIPS ON THEIR HAIR! p2 .

Jamil , Azul , Deuce , Silver , Lilia , Riddle .

GN!reader .

( A/n : Hello! I'm assuming this is the butterfly rqs ^^ tagging the person who has the biggest crush on Silver @twstwonderlandstuff 😈 )

Part 1 | Part 2 .

JAMIL !

Looking at the scenario, it's very evident that Jamil doesn't have a lot of time, considering the fact he's taking care of Kalim and supervising him is already a heavy burden to him.

"Jamiiill! Look here!" His head whipped around to see what you were holding, and no matter how busy he was he'd never not pay attention to you.

"Hm? Butterfly clips..? You wanna try 'nother hairstyle babe?" He was sure it was for you until, "Yeah! But... I kinda,, wanna try it on you! Will you PRETTY PLEASE ALLOW ME TO DO SOOO?"

Oh, it was.. for him? Well, let's think about what could happen, the vice house warden of Scarabia wearing such childish hair ornaments? It'd make his, Kalim, and his family, the whole dorm's reputation tarnished! Wait, why's he thinking about that? It's his lover whom he loves dearly, there's no such thing as making them upset.

And with a deep sigh but with a content small smile, he allows them to do so "Well.. go ahead, just be careful with the braids, 'kay?" You squealed excitedly, rushing up to Jamil, kissing his cheek, and hugging him "Aww really!? Thanks, Jamillll! You're the best!" He loves hearing your content happiness and praises, what's a little suffering about looking childish if it made you and him happy?

"Hold on! Don't move, 'm putting the last piece of the clip!!" It was the least to say he fell asleep at the process. "Mmm, ya done?" You hand him a small mirror while nodding.

"Sooo? What d'ya think?" There was a light blush on his cheeks, "Good.. I like it, y/n" "Aw, don't be so sappy babe! Cmon, you look adorbs!" Yeah, he was definitely gonna sigh deeply and tackle you to the ground and tickle you.

AZUL !

He surprisingly agrees quite fast with some little convincing! All he's worried about is of course the Tweels, his intimidating character but then again, he's lucky he has a lover! Why not give them happiness every second, day, minute, and week.

"Tell me if I pull on your hair too much 'kay?" He nods slightly still not used to laying his head on your thighs, he must keep focus! And no embarrassing himself in front of his lover.

"'S ok Azul, you can relax" an airy chuckle came out of your mouth, oh no, was he too obvious! Please, and your laugh? Graceful. He can't embarrass himself anymore!!

"Yes.. of course, I'm relaxed y/n. What makes you think that... that I'm not..?" "Sure Mr. I'm intimidating!" You chuckle quietly at him and then kissed his cheek. Oh no, he was about to explode for sure.

"One more thing Azul.. wait! Don't look yet!" You've manage to add a pearl clip on his long hair strand, oh he looked beautiful with it. The long strand of his hair was bothering him these days, and there's a special clip for it.

He faces the mirror, oh.. he likes how he looked but, wait, do you like how he looks!? Surely you must because.. you did this, right?

"Done! You look cute, Azul. If I knew better, I would've done this way back then."

"Hey, Azuuuull! There's an annoying costum.. er.." Crap, Floyd Leech?! He's definitely gonna... "Jade... Jade, Jade, Jade!!.. Loo!" Before Floyd could finish his sentence he was dragged by Azul into the room

"Floyd! What did I tell you about knocking before you enter?!" "Eh!? But... hey! Why did you pull me here!" Azul sighed deeply. "I'll give you a raise and, a shift off. IF, AND ONLY IF you don't tell anyone this."

Floyd pondered long and hard enough.. he wasn't gonna work as much.. and he even gets a raise!.. yeah, he can definitely keep his mouth shut about this deal and what happened!

"Ya got it Azul!" "Good! Leave, now!" Well, he needs to be more careful next time.

DEUCE !

Deuce was studying when you came up to him, he was studying really hard to pass the mid-terms!

"Hey, Deuce! What ya doin' ?" God, he swears he'd pass out hearing that you say his name even if it's just his name!

"Studying! Yeah... studying.." you chuckle at his nervousness. "Chill! I got you these! Now before you judge it, it'll feel relaxing when I play with your hair" oh, yes! Of course, you were being a good partner, an angel! You're a dream he says in his head.

"So.. may I?" "You may" while putting the hair clips on his hair, slowly stroking his hair, and lightly massaging his scalp, he was about to sleep! No, he can't sleep while you do this and he was studying.

After you finish putting the hair clips on his hair, he actually ended up liking it a lot,, really!

He doesn't wanna take them off! Plus, as far as he remembers there were no rules about having hair clips on.. hed get to enjoy them, and he won't get "off with your head!"

He's glaring at anyone who looks at him with a funny look, and Ace is no exception. No one makes fun of what you do, especially if it's for him.

SILVER !

It doesn't take much for him not to agree, after all, that's his reason to refuse? And he'd also fall asleep while you do so, so it's a win-win situation

"You wanna put those on my hair..? Sure :)" he's stiff as hell, he looks like a rock, is he even breathing? He knows Lilia would tease him for the clips, Sebek would scold him for not being a proper knight, and God knows who'd judge him for it. But he'd be willing to do anything to see you smile and be happy, even if it'd take for him to hear his old man's teasing and Sebeks' loud complaining voice.

Make sure to take pictures when you're done since it's 99% sure that he's still sleeping when you're done. He looks cute!

Everyone was staring at him when he went back to his dorm, he was confused (since he fell asleep, he doesn't remember 50% of what happened) not until.. Lilia came up to him "Oh? Silver you have butterflies on your hair! Did dear y/n put those on you while you were peacefully sleeping?" Lilia laughs at him a bit.

Oh, that's right, you were having fun with him putting those butterfly clips, he thought so. His peace was immediately ruined when Sebek stepped into the room

"You... human! That isn't suitable for a knight in training to serve the young master!" Silver was already sighing deeply while Lilia laughs at the two, "Bye old man, I'm going to y/n.. to sleep" "Hey! You human escaping! Come back here" "No thank you."

LILIA !

He's ecstatic! Sure, sure, are these what youngsters do? Would he look just as cool? Oh, he can't wait to show it to Sebek, Malleus, and Silver!

"Go ahead! Take your time dearie, Diasomnia doesn't have any practices today!" He's hoping his way like a bunny making his way to you.

He moves quite a bit so pull on his hair as a warning, he's an old man, why's he moving so much? Kidding, kidding! He's just really excited to see the outcome that he'd sound like the kid who asks their parents "are we there yet?" Every trip.

"Lilia, Lilia! 'M done! Do you want... oh.." and before you could finish your sentence he took the mirror from you! "Apologies dear! Couldn't help it! It looks so... cool! Was that the word for it? Cater told me it meant like awesome or somethin'.." laughing at his cute but funny antics, you know how excited he is to show it to his not so adopted kids.

"Go ahead Lilia, 's ok. Show your kids the butterfly clips and small braids" he's staring at you with a small smile, "well, I shall thank you for what you have done! I'll see you later, dear!" He left a smooch on your cheek and then disappeared like thin air.

"Hey, hey, look! Check this out!" Malleus was distracted by the butterflies and he thinks the braids were pretty "I want one too..." Lilia could see Malleus poutin' "Hah! Now I'm the one who looks cool! Pretty groovy huh! Wait was groovy the word for it?" That day the dorm was filled with ecstasy.

RIDDLE !

Wellll, with a lot of convincing then he'd agree. Just make sure not to show the pictures to Ace.. or anyone! Wait, what do you mean you're making it your wallpaper? You cant!

"You really wanna.. do this?.." he sounds like he wants you to rethink your decisions, "Yes! Yes, I do! Now, lay down and stay still. Please." He sighs knowing there's nothing he can do to make you back out.

"Oh, Mr. Rosehearts, 'm done! You look so, so, so adorable!" You left a small little peck on his right cheek that made him red.. he isn't angry! He's just.. flustered.

"Yes. I can see that!" He coughs to cover up his flustered state. You hand him the mirror and as he gently took it from you, hey he thinks it's not so bad.. and it matches the dorm's aesthetic.. wait, there's a rose clip?

When he saw the rose clip, it made him a lot redder, (if that's even possible for his state!) He of course being the good, gentleman, the lover he is, thanks his partner for letting him experience.. this kind of thinking

Still, don't let anyone see the pictures you've taken of him! But it's not that he'd be angry at you, so...

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mlmmetalhead · 3 years ago

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hiii can i pls get a scenario of like a big bad delinquent male reader standing up for jonathan and jonathan is scared that y/n will hurt him too but he's actually really chill andthey become friends, and them maybe more??;

Jonathan, the pretty boy.

Jonathan Byers X Male reader

CW: swearing, bullying, use of "queer" as an insult, smoking, reader is mentioned to be higher and more buff than Jonathan, cheesy ahh writing I've done at 4 am

He has already got used to be thrown insults at.

"Creep!"

Basically an everyday routine by now.

"Pervert!"

Wake up, go to school, hear gross words, go home.

"Queer!"

Day after day, how many times he didn't try to hide and skip in the bathroom. In fact, there, a new way of torture started: banging on the door, throwing wet toilet paper, looking under the door, and again, insults. He didn't even do anything to provoke them. In Hawkins High, you have to simply be a loner, to be chosen as a punching bag. Jonathan got tired of it. Every day. He dreamt of just staying at home sometimes.

It was one of those day, when everything seemed to be pushing him. When the oh so familiar words he didn't really care about anymore, started hurting again for some reason. But he couldn't do anything. He couldn't and he knew it. So what else was there left but just take it? Take every push, every punch, every insult... Just waiting. Waiting once it will all be over again, and he could get up and go home.

Jonathan closed his eyes, listening to the same words again and again, even starting to wish his bullies would think of something new, as he was getting bored of those same phrases over and over. That is, until he heard a new voice.

"Hey, get the fuck off him."

Everyone stopped at the same time, as if a switch went off.

"The hell dude? The police are coming or something?" - that's Tommy's voice, he's a total bastard, annoying as hell.

"No, but I am. Get. The fuck. Away. Bitch." - again, that new voice. Jonathan didn't recognize it, at least, he didn't think he did.

"Jeez, do you have a problem? Why so feisty?" - Tina. She's not actually doing anything, just standing around, laughing her ass off.

"Guys, that's L/N... If he's serious, we actually have to go, like, right now... Have you seen what he's done to Billy's face that one time?" - Vicki. She whispered that last part to the rest of the group.

After which, fast running and some phrases, unrelated to Jonathan could be heard, furthering away. He was abandoned, once more. Thrown out like a toy, once someone took it away from it's previous owners. And Byers had a feeling, the new owner's going to test out his new toy really soon...

His steps came closer, until he stopped, about ten inches away from Jonathan's head on the ground.

"You're alive?"

Jonathan nodded, biting his lip and nervously trying to cover his face up.

"You like lying around like this or what? Meditating?"

He heard a deep laugh above him. Jonathan opened up his eyes a little, being ready to shut them at any needed moment. He was met with a curious face above his, which had a sly smile and a cigarette in it's mouth.

"Ayy, you woke up! That's good."

Jonathan felt a pat on his shoulder, at which he flinched instinctively.

"Hey, relax, I don't enjoy beating people up, unlike some fuckers, who can't even take one person without a group..."

Byers made an attempt to stand up, and failed miserably, before being caught by the stranger he still was cautious of.

"Careful there... What's your name, eh, pretty boy?"

"Jonathan..."

"You have a last name, John?"

The stranger smiled, smoke coming out his mouth.

"Byers..."

"Good to know. I'm Y/N L/N. You may have heard some things, don't take them as gospel, really."

Jonathan thought about it for some time. He did remember some talks about a student with the same last name beating the shit out of Billy Hargrove on some party. And teachers talking about someone like that stealing something from the cafeteria...

Byers nodded, nervously looking around.

"Hey, it's alright. I promise I won't hurt you, okay, pretty boy? I only bite if someone bites me first. Or if... I'm asked to."

Y/N winked, making an unfamiliar feeling bloom in Jonathan's chest.

"So, Jonathan, wanna go somewhere? Like, to eat, or maybe just hang around the streets or some shit... I'm bored out of my mind, if I'm honest, and you seem like a bodyguard wouldn't hurt. What do you say? No pressure."

Sure. No pressure. This big, intimidating man, who just scared off his bullies with two sentences, is now being all friendly, asking to hangout, and saying, no pressure?!

So, of course Jonathan said yes.

And if he's being honest... He didn't regret it. Y/N turned out to be a surprisingly guy to talk to, once the fear wore off. They went to get some food, and then took a relaxing walk in the woods, talking about whatever. Y/N ended up driving Jonathan back to his house, and when Byers got undressed to go to sleep, he found a note in his back pocket.

"Sorry for scaring you, pretty boy. xoxo"

And a number written down.

Jonathan smiled and shoved the note under his pillow.

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"Jonathan, your boyfriend's here!" - Will shouted in the direction of his brothers room, moving out of Y/N's way, as he entered the house.

"I swear to god Will, if you don't stop calling him that!"

L/N chuckled, as his friend emerged from his room, rubbing his eyes and faintly smiling.

"Hey, Y/N... Where are we... We going somewhere?" - Jonathan looked up and down at his friend.

"I don't know. We can go somewhere if you want. I mean, you said Will's going to leave, so..."

"Yeah, I am. So you two can kiss all you want." - Will said as he took his backpack out his room, heading to the dood.

Y/N laughed again, as Jonathan covered his face in annoyance.

"Thanks for your permission, Will. Wouldn't have done it without."

So there they were, sitting in Jonathan's room, as Joy Division played softly. Y/N had his hands wrapped around Jonathan's figure lightly, the other boy's head on his shoulder.

"Thank you." - Byers's voiced echoed in the room lightly.

"What are you... talking about?"

"Thank you. For saving me then, for providing me emotional support... For making the bullying less intense now..."

"Nah, you'll thank me once it'll be completely over, Jonathan the pretty boy."

"Well, that's a new name."

"Couldn't decide which one to call you, so I chose both. Sounds chessy as hell, I know."

"It does, but y'know... That's why I like it."

Y/N laughed, ruffling Jonathan's hair up and giving him a quick peck on the lips. Jonathan froze, looking at the other boy wide-eyed. Only after he realised what he had done, L/N quickly stood up, grabbed his jacket and stammering out:

"Sorry I... I just remembered... I uh... Need to go."

He stormed out of Jonathan's room, his hands shaking a little when he tried to open the front door. Stumbling with the lock, he felt a pair of hands on his shoulders. Y/N slowly turned around, only to be met by a pair of lips smashing into his. Wasting no time, Y/N reciprocated, lifting Jonathan up by the waist, pushing the kiss deeper. When they finally parted, Jonathan rested his forehead on Y/N's, feeling each others heavy breath on their lips.

"And thank you... For this, too... Y/N, the pretty boy."

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squippy360 · 3 years ago

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Hi!

So I really love those hypnosis scenarios you did with the 4 of them.

Could you do a full fic for bucky, Steve or just stucky with Dark! Reader hypnotizing them.

I love you works. ♥️

I'm so so sorry it took forever 💙

Slave!Stucky x Dom!Male Reader

Cw:(hypnotic kink, sub!Stucky, collar kink, overstimulation, control kink, choking kink, kinky)

M/n absolutely fell in love with the 2 super soldiers. He fantasized about fucking both of them against each other. He wanted to hear them scream his name. M/n had the perfect opportunity to steal them away and succeeded.

I had Steve and Bucky tied to a chair and strapped the hypnotic device to their head. I sat in a chair in front of them and watched them squirm with need. I stood up and crouched in front of Steve. He was grinding against the seat and whimpering.

I ran my hands up and down his thighs. I heard a gasp and he rutted closer to me. I pulled away and heard him whine. I went over to Bucky. He had pleasure tears soaking his shirt. I gasped at the sight of them. "Such adorable boys~ You both are turning into such obedient boys for me~" I groaned in a deep voice.

They whined and tried to move. "P-Please…touch..me…need…" They mumbled out. "Aww~ Wanna be fucked right on my cock~ Huh? Wanna be a good boy for Daddy?" I teased. They squirmed more. "Pleaaaase~" They begged.

I bit my lip and turned the machine off. "Alright pretty boys~ " I growled in their ear. They looked up at me with doe eyes, tears forming again. I awed them and grinned as I threw them over my shoulders and walked to a more fitting room.

I threw them on the bed and closed the door. I bit my lip as I watched the squirm. "Daddy~ I need you to touch me~" Bucky begged out. I cooed at him and ran my hands down his sides and stripped him.

Steve began to take his clothes off too. Once he was done, he held bucky in his arms and humped his butt. He went to touch Bucky's cock but I smacked his hand away. "If you want something, you have to ask~" I growled.

They whined and looked up at me with such an adorable face. "Aww~ look at my adorable boys~ Horny like a puppy in heat~" I growled. They keened and d slapped Bucky's ass. He gasped and rutted against Steve. I tilted his pretty face up at me. "I'm going to make your body ache and writhe for me, Baby Boy~" I groaned in his ear.

He held onto me tightly. "Please fuck me! I can't take the heat anymore! Fuck me hard until I can't think!" Bucky begged so desperately.

I smiled and looked up at Steve. "Be a good boy and help me make Bucky cum his pretty brains out~" I said. He nodded frantically. "Yes Daddy~" He whimpered.

I took my clothes off and got out the lube. I pulled out a couple more things in secret. I watched as they eyed the 1st and 2nd collars in my hand. I gently tied the 1st one on Bucky's neck and the 2nd one on Steve's.

I got bucky on his knees and on his elbows. I almost came at the sight of his back arch. I lubed Steve's cock and Buck's hole. "Please let me cum inside him! Wanna cum please!" Steve begged out.

I got Steve behind Bucky. "Go ahead. Let me hear those beautiful noises come out if you~" I growled. Steve mounted Bucky and started pounding into him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. Each thrust made their collars jingle. I loved that noise so much.

Bucky gasped and moaned loudly. "Daddy! Use my mouth Daddy! Cum in my mouth!" He begged out. I smirked and got closer. I tapped my cock against his mouth and he opened it. I shoved my cock inside his mouth. "Fuck Baby~ Your mouth is so fucking soft and warm~" I growled and gripped his hair, his collar making noise around his neck.

Steve whimpered and went faster. Bucky clawed at the pillows. He moaned loudly on my cock. I threw my head back and thrusted harshly into Bucky's mouth. "Do you like this? Huh? Do you like it when Daddy pounds your boy throat? Huh?" I growled.

Bucky whined again. "Good boy~" I growled. "Can I cum Daddy!? Wanna cum inside Daddy!" Steve begged out. I grabbed his chin and tilted his face up at me. "Aww~ So fucking cute~ Cum for me then~ Make a mess my little boys~" I growled.

They both let out a long moan and Steve came all inside Bucky. I growled and came into his mouth. Steve still kept thrusting into Bucky. "So good! So good! Sooo gooood!!!" He begged.

I pulled out of Bucky's mouth and lhe licked up all of the cum. I ran my fingers through his hair. "So obedient for me~" I growled. I ordered Steve to stop and he whined. I pushed both of them onto their back and onto the bed and lubed my cock.

"I'm sure you can take both of us, Can't you?" I growled. Bucky looked up at me and nodded, his eyes had a loving and desperate look in my eyes. "Yes! Yes I can!" He moaned.

I pushed my cock into him. Bucky and Steve cried out in pleasure. "Daddy! So big! So good!" Bucky screamed out. I began to thrust into him. "Fuck~ Your little hole is sucking me in so well~ I groaned and wrapped my arm around his neck, but not enough to hurt him, and pounded into him.

Steve was thrusting upward frantically. "So goooood~" Steve whined loudly. Bucky grabbed my wrist and let out choked moans. "Daddyyyy!!!" He whined. Bucky had tears running down his face. He was enjoying all of the attention. Their collars were making such an adorable noise.

I gripped his hips and went harder. The bed creaked under us. "I'm gonna fill you up with my cum baby~ I wanna make you mine~" I growled. I was so close to cumming again. I was living out my fantasy of finally having my 2 adorable boys.

"Cum for me~ make a mess all over yourselves~" I groaned and came inside of Bucky's soft and warm walls. They cried out and came all over themselves. They stilled and panted, trying to rest for a bit. I licked my lips and stared down at them.

"Such good boys~" I purred as they stared up at me with cloudy eyes.

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junosaurus · 3 years ago

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Hi! It's your angst anon and thank you for doing my request!! It was beautiful... If it's ok I'd like to make another request! One day; Keqing, Ayaka, Ei, Jean and Ningguang's S/O comes home injured and they have a smile on their face implying their injuries doesn't hurt at all but their lover understands them and asks about it anyways eventually they reveal that they're hurting mentally too (If it's too much to ask, please free to ignore. Also take care of yourself!)

Them with an physically injured S/O thats hurting mentally too

Ft: Keqing, Ayaka, Ei, Jean, Ningguang x !GN reader (seperated)

A/N: Hello again!! And thank you!! Even if these angsty stuff makes me bawl my eyes out while writing these I would actually continue on writing these lol also sorry for the inactivity, I've had some inconviniences!

TW: MENTIONS OF DEATH AND SELF HARM (?)

(In this scenario, you were blamed of your parents' death when you were younger but your parents were actually sacrificng themselves to protect you.)

It happened to be one of those days where you were out/had work and they had the day off so they had stayed at home waiting patiently for you to come home. But this time, it's strange. Your face was bruised and scarred up, your clothes were torn in some places, you were practically limping on the walk home.

Keqing

She was on the couch reading books she bough but never had the time to read.

"Welcome-" she looked up to your terribly injured body. "home..for Archons sake what has happened to you Y/N!? Come sit down here while I get the medkit."

Keqing started cleaning your wounds."I swear it doesn't hurt there's nothing to worry about, I just stumbled across a big group of hilichurls thats all! At least I survived eh?" You laugh it off. She didn't take that seriously and started to lecture you like a mother would.

"Just please be honest with me love, why did you aim for such a large group of hilichurls without any support on you?" she slowly spoke.

You couldn't look straight into her eyes anymore, you felt too guilty to do anything else. "Please don't tell me you tried to.." she shook her head. "no I'm spouting nonsense right now. Unless you actually..?" She was done treating you and put the medkit aside.

Tears traced your cheeks. You could no longer hold it in anymore. You broke down, sobbing. Keqing immediately hugged you. "Shh let it all out. Please, be honest and speak the truth about what you're feeling right now Y/N. I would never want you to suffer alone."

"I can't handle all the rumours anymore it's not my fault they died right? Please tell me it wasn't my fault my parents died the more I think about it the more I believe every rumour I hear. I'm mentally suffering because of all of this. I thought I wouldn't survive after those hilichurls but here I am."

"It was never your fault, no. Your parents sacrificed their own lives for you, it was their choice on sacrificing themselves. Why would it ever be your fault? Please don't hurt yourself thinking about this, you should've come talk to me sooner." Her eyes started to water. You both cuddled up crying while Keqing was comforting you wih all her love for you.

"I would never want to see my love hurt."

Kamisato Ayaka

She was killing some time by practicing her sword skills and was shocked when you limping home with your body severly injured. She immidiately dropped her sword and ran to you helping you to get inside. "It's alright I can walk inside myself, you can continue practicing I'll take care of myself. And plus it doesn't even hurt, there's nothing for you to worry about!" You laughed and saw that your acting skills were no good.

Ayaka knows somethings not right when she see's you like this, so she rushed to go get the medkit while you just sat there. She started to clean your wounds and put bandages. She was silent the whole time and after she was done treating you she finally spoke. "Now please be honest with me, What caused you to be injured like this?"

She stared into your eyes while you couldn't do it back to her. It was silent for a minute and you spoke. " I took on a large group of hilichurls." She replied really fast woth a "And why did you do that knowing you had no support?"

You bite your lip, clenching your fists trying so hard not to tear up but you couldn't hold it in anymore. "I just can't handle any of those rumours anymore. Was it really my fault my parents died? I couldn't have killed them.. I was only 7! Please tell me I was innocent." You cried out.

Ayaka came closer to hug you tightly "Oh it was never your fault. They sacrificed themselves to protect you, so that you could live on and reach for your dreams."

"You were far too young to have experienced them getting killed in front of your own eyes."

Raiden Ei

She was reading some books as she enjoyed eating her favourite dango's. When you came home, she expected you to have freshened up after your so called 'stroll' around Inazuma. The least she expected you to come home as was terribly injured.

"Oh dear what has happened to you please come sit here. I'll go fetch the medkit." She quickly stood up. " It's fine Ei, it doesn't hurt as much as it seems! There's really nothing to worry about, I'm fine!" you smiled as you sat on the couch.

"Bruised, scarred, clothes torn up, fine? How is that fine? You're clearly bleeding here and there. And plus how could a stroll around Inazuma could have ended up like this?" she questioned while treating you.

You grit your teeth "I can't hold it in anymore. I can't live a life full of rumours like this. I thought if I aimed for such a large group of hilichurls then I'd just end up dead like how my parents are." You spouted. "Was it... really my fault?" you cried not holding back anymore tears.

"Oh dear it has never been your fault. They sacrificed themselves just to protect you out of love. They loved you so much that they sacrificed themselves just to protect you." she hugged you tightly.

"Please don't ever beat yourself up while thinking of this matter any longer."

Jean Gunnhildr

"Welcome back Y/N. How was work-" Jean turned around from what she was doing, facing your injured body. "today.. oh dear Archons what have you done to yourself?!?!??!"

"Ehh it's nothing I just took on a large group of hilichurls for a mission! Thank Archons I'm still alive though!" You lied. She rushed to you with a medkit and started to clean your wounds.

"You seem like you're lying to me right now. I don't want to think negatively of you, so please, tell me the truth?" she looked at you.

You took a second to finally speak up. "I just don't know anymore.. I'm suffering mentally because all those rumours won't stop. I've tried holding it in since I was 7 but it's been years and they just won't stop. I thought by ending it I could've just took up a big mission without any support."

Seeing you so broken like this broke her heart. "You should know their death was none of your fault. You had nothing to do with it, they were just protecting you as their role of a parent. Please stop hurting yourself like this. Listening to rumours will only resort in hurting yourself more."

"You should also know you matter to a lot of people. Especially me, Y/N."

Ningguang

She was writing something in her journal and saw the door open up to your injured figure. Her eyes widened. "Oh Y/N what in the Archons sake has happened to you?" she said while treating your wounds.

"Please pay it no mind, it barely even hurts! This is all nothing, there's nothing to worry about haha!" you laughed. She knew you were lying, it was obvious.

"Please tell me the truth, I don't want you hurting like this alone." she looked straight in your eyes. You took a deep breath before speaking out.

"I tried killing myself by aiming for hilichurls way over my level in combat. I just can't take in anymore of these rumours and plus me being with you makes it even worst. It's ruining your reputation too! I'm just a lousy person who leads to peoples death like my parents. I know I was the reason why they died. I'm starting to believe those rumours." Tears sliding down your scared cheeks.

"Oh dear. Please be aware that I love you, that's why I haven't left you for the sake of my reputation. If you didn't matter to me, I would've never be with you right now, but that's not the case as I'm always here for you. Always. Your parents' sacrifice to protect you was out of love and shouldn't be your fault." she held you close as tight as she could.

"I love you no matter what happens to my reputation."

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