#anyway I'll see if i maybe have more thoughts on this

[greenwriterplaidbow]

Human Connection

Part IV

Last part, next part

Logan Howlett x Reader with injury related memory loss

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: This one is shorter and maybe the weakest section in my opinion but its part 4/6 so it is what it is I guess. IDK tension is definitely a weak area for me, I just want everyone to be happy and get alongggg. Anyways hope you enjoy it all the same. Now I have to actually commit to deciding if I want to end this series with smut or not! I’m leaning towards yes but it feels cringe. Or I’ll give up and write two endings. Decisions are hard and advice is welcomed.

Warnings: a combination of angst and fluff, suggested feminine reader (called Logan’s wife and she/her pronouns)

You stretch and sigh. There is a soft glow coming in through the bottom of the curtains. You feel the heat still radiating off Logan from a few inches away. His arm lays across your midsection. You rub your eyes and move to get up.

His hand on your waist applies more force when you make your attempt to move. He makes a noise. “Come on, stay in bed a little longer. You should be resting anyway. It was nice sleeping in yesterday.”

He lightens up when he feels your muscles relax and stop straining against his arm.

“Relax, I was going to come back. I was just getting up to pee and brush my teeth.”

“I guess that’s okay then. But if you’re not back in 15- I’m finding you and carrying you back to bed.”

“Yeah yeah, okay. I get it, I'll come right back”

He lets his hand slide onto the bed as you get up.

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The minute you're back in bed, Logan is pulling you into himself.

“You act like I was gone for a month, it was literally 5 minutes.” You laugh as he wraps both of his arms around your back and nuzzles his head against you. You slowly run your fingers through his hair and you swear you heard him purring for a second.

“I think it was closer to 6.”

“In that case, how did you make it that long by yourself?!” You try and say without laughing.

“I don't know” his voice was muffled as he pressed his face into your skin.

The two of you sit, enjoying the soft scene together until you break the silence again.

“Did we ever meet in the library? I mean when we first started teaching together.”

“Yes,” Logan nodded and murmured. "Spent a lot of long nights down there.”

“I remember that a little bit. I didn't know if it was a real memory or dreamed memory. They're weirdly hard to tell apart.”

“Tell me what you remember, I can tell you if it's real.”

You thought back to the unorganized segments of memories. Trying to make sense of them as you explained them aloud.

Your own heavy breathing is the only sound in the dark room as you scramble to flick on the lamp and examine the room. It's not the bedroom you've been sleeping in current-day with Logan. This room looks older. After calming yourself, you rub your face and sign into your hands. After throwing on a soft zip-up sweatshirt over your pajamas and sliding your slippers you head out of the room. It's dark and quiet in the long hallways that lead you to a large library. You feel the weight of a messenger bag that holds your laptop, a textbook, and student worksheets. You are surprised that there is already a fire in the fireplace. It isn't until you get closer that you see him. Logan laying on a sofa. Reading a book by the glow of the fire. His eyes only leave the page to look towards you, wordlessly questioning your presence.

“Sorry, I didn't know anyone else would be down here- I'll go,”

“Stay if you want to stay. I’m not fuckin king of the library, you have as much of a right to be here as I do. And I'm not sure how much I trust you to start a fire anywhere else.”

You stand there a second, taking in the positives and negatives of his comments. You make the decision to sit down anyways. You're in a chair right next to the sofa, on the side away from his head. You open your bag and pull out worksheets to start grading. You remember staying there a long time. Neither of you spoke. The ambient crackling of the fireplace and the occasional rustling papers fill the silence. Then your mind flicks to another scene. Same place, same seats, roughly the same time, but now you're rereading a textbook section and you don't have your sweatshirt. Logan is sitting up and a newspaper has replaced his book. You still don’t speak but there seems to be less tension between the two of you. Another scene but now you're both on the sofa. Papers placed on the coffee table, long abandoned in favor of conversation. It changes again. This time you're quietly fighting. Keeping your voices down to respect the rest of the school who could manage to keep a regular sleep schedule while still getting your point across. Logan is in a distinctive red shirt that catches your eye and letting you know that the next skip is the same night. Although now you're not fighting anymore. Now you're leaning against him with your legs over his lap, your knees gently against his chest, all but sitting in his lap; while his arms are loosely around you. Logan holding you soothingly. Your eyes feel wet like you had been crying but looking back into your patchwork memories, you can't remember why. It felt like looking into a broken mirror with missing pieces. You remember other disjointed scenes but they're all similar. The same people, the same place, the same time. You and Logan, in the old library, late nights or early mornings. Most were just calm studying where you both ignored the other but then a jump to another memory and you're cuddled up watching a movie together.

In the present moment, Logan’s fingers rub circular patterns against your leg while he listens.

“Yeah that happened. We met up there a lot. It wasn’t on purpose, not at first. It's a place we both liked to go when we couldn't sleep. When it started, we would just work but you kept coming back. And the longer you stuck around, the more we got to talking.”

“Mmm.” You hummed in understanding even if his explanation didn’t do more than confirm what you could gather from your remembered fragments.

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The rest of the day was generally unremarkable. Logan liked how comfortable you were getting with him. You weren't your old self yet but this was the closest you'd been. The day was mostly divided between Logan using the opportunity to clean while you read your books and went through your teaching material. You went on a walk after supper again, although this time you were more careful about your limits. When you came back, the two of you just planned to rest and have an uneventful evening.

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Logan and you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch. Your knees were just folded against his manspreaded lap. You flipped through a folder of your class material while Logan read a book. You closed the folder and slid it off your lap, onto the open spot next to you.

“Can I try grading some of my own stuff?”

“You don't have to, I can handle it for you.” He responded without looking up from his novel.

“I want to. I want to feel productive” Logan closed his book and met your eyes.

“Ok. If it’s too much, you don't have to do it all. I’ll go find your answer key on your computer for these two worksheets. Do you want me to print them out?”

“Yes please. Thank you.”

He nods as he sets down his book. His hand lands on your thigh as he stands and you watch him walk down the hall. You're half tempted to follow him for a minute until you hear a soft knock at the door. You look towards the office then back at the front door. ‘Probably just a package or a neighbor or something.’ You think to yourself.

You travel the short distance down to the door and open it cautiously. A nervous-looking young man stands on the other side. His eyes look almost guilty or shameful, but you don't have enough time to analyze him before he speaks.

“Hello. This is the Howletts residence, right?”

“Hello! Yes, it is. You'll have to wait here just a moment for my husband- If we know each other I'm not trying to be rude, I was just recently in an accident, I have a brain injury. I mean they say my memories should come back, it just takes time and-”

“That's what I want to talk to you about actually,”

When Logan emerges from the office, the papers he was carrying back got tossed onto the table. He rushed over to your side.

“Logan Howlett, who are you?”

He thrust one hand towards the stranger while the other one went defensively to your back.

“May I come in?” He takes a step inside the house before either of you answer. “I'd like to speak with you.”

“That's fine, you can speak to us fine right here. Who are you?”

“I'm Dustin, Dustin Steele.. I was drunk last week. I did something stupid, I didn't even know I hurt anyone until I woke up the next morning in a cell. The officers said it was pretty bad but you look fine. I wanted to see if there was anything I could do to make it up to you. See how you were doing, you know?”

Long metal claws shot out of his clenched fists in the moment it took Logan to close the distance between himself and the driver, slamming him against the front door. You take several small, quick steps back in surprise. You hear Logan yelling at the man against the door but in your panic, it's like you're hearing it from the bottom of a well. It takes you a moment to snap yourself out of it and take action.

“Logan! Hey, hey. Stop-” You grab his shoulders and pull his arms back at his sides. Obviously, you couldn't hold him back if you tried, you're just trying to make him think before he joins the driver in the 'did something stupid' club.

He took several heavy, angry, uneven breaths. Your hand pushed at his chest to make him take one more step back. The driver was too scared to move.

You let out a quick sigh and answered the driver’s initial question. “Uh yeah I'm fine. My chances of survival are pretty solid at this point. I mean I have no memories because of a traumatic brain injury but I'll be fine.. Logan? Is there anything he can do to make it up to us?”

“I should take your life for what you've taken from me-” Logan takes a step forward causing the driver to slide back against the door while taking a step outside.

Your hand moves up to grip his arm. “Please stop” He sighs but complies with your plea.

“No. I don't think there's anything you can do outside of what you're legally required to do.”

“I-I see. Well you have a nice day.. again, I'm sorry”

“Yeah.” As soon as he gets a reply, he darts away from the door, almost sprinting away from the house.

Logan slams the door and you make your way upstairs. When you got to the top you still feel the adrenaline running through you and reach out for the kitchen counter for support. You struggle to catch your breath as your composure crumbles and you try to keep from slipping into a panic attack. Your brain tortures you by showing the image of Logan yelling on repeat. Your heart felt like it could stop beating at any moment. It was going so fast you felt like it might start skipping beats. You’re brought back to reality when you feel Logan's hand touch your arm. You jumped back a bit without thinking.

He repeated the question you hadn't heard him ask. "Are you alright?"

“Yeah, yeah. I'm- I'm fine.” You’re still struggling to control your breathing.

Logan softly says your name before he asks, “Are you.. scared of me?”

“Yes!” You say louder than you mean as you turn your body to face him. “Right now, I kind of have a reason to be! I just saw you yell at that guy, you got up in his face. You were trying to intimidate him, it was kind of scary. You were so loud. And you're a big guy, it really doesn't take much,”

“I wasn't trying to intimidate him- I was going to hurt him-”

“Not helping your case.” You cut him off, not wanting to hear the rest of his statement.

“For what he did to you? He deserves to rot in hell.”

“No he does not! He's young, plenty old enough to know better but still, he doesn't even look like he's out of college. This shouldn't ruin his life.” Your panic starting to be replaced by frustration.

“Like hell it shouldn't, he could've killed you. What if it wasn't you, what if it was a little kid, anyone in that backseat wouldn't have lived.“ Logan carefully stepped closer to you as he made his point, you stepped back.

“Yes, it could've been worse but let's just be thankful it wasn't. It was a stupid mistake. He shouldn't have been doing it of course but his punishment is not death.”

“You're right, death would be too easy.”

“No! What's wrong with you?? The justice system will handle him. I can admit, it's far from a great system but that's not a choice we get to make. If you want to see change, you don't start with things that are personal. You would-”

“I don't want to see change, I'm just pissed at that guy” He motioned towards the door as he spoke.

“You'll get over it”

“But-”

“Stop being pissed at him when you could be happy with me.”

Logan shrugged. “I can do both.”

Your hand goes to your forehead as you try to decide the best way to handle the situation.

“Logan..” With a sigh you determine there isn't much more you can do to reiterate your point. “I’m.. I’m going to go to bed. I'll grade that stuff in the morning.”

His jaw clenched. “Okay.. I’m going to read out here a bit longer, then I'll be in too. You don't need to keep a lamp on for me though.”

You nod and step around him to walk to your bedroom.

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It was cold in the dark room without him. The feeling of loneliness you felt the first day back in your own bed was creeping in again. Your mind circled around your argument with Logan, the way he treated the driver, your few memories of earlier fights. Round and around, keeping you awake.

It was two hours before Logan quietly entered the room. When he climbed into bed you were surprised that he didn't move to touch you. That was the routine the two of you had gotten into and you had hoped his comforting warmth would drown out your thoughts. But he stayed back. Still close to you but never closing the gap. You wordlessly took matters into your own hands, sliding back and moving his arm around you.

“You're still awake? I thou-”

“Shut up.”

Your lingering frustration combined with your lack of sleep made you snap at him more than you intended. Logan got the message; this isn't an olive branch, you’re still upset. He still found some peace knowing that even when you're upset, he still provided you a sense of safety and comfort.

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[atricksterproblem]

We're All Thinking It

Yeah, I don't fucking know. Here's a gross one-shot about it. XD

If it's possible for a minific to also be a shitpost, this is it.

V x Reader. Reader can be any gender.

[side note on worldbuilding: what V is talking about when he mentions his House is that his demonic sire was part of House Lilith. Her House is devoted to the sin of lust.]

You always waited up for V back at your hotel room post-ritual. It was a tradition of yours to monitor your socials to see the early reports from the audience while you waited for him to return.

Tonight's posts were difficult to parse.

The commentary was largely composed of people declaring themselves dead after...whatever it was that had happened.

There were a few things involving hair.

And now the door opened and here was V, looking smug. Indeed, suspiciously smug. Like not only did the cat get the canary but it had the cream for dessert smug.

"V. Sweetheart. What did you do?"

He grinned. The grin was even more worrisome than the smugness.

"Whatever do you mean?"

Oh. Oh, it was going to be one of those conversations. Satan help us all.

You squinted at him suspiciously. "Just tell me, will you? my feeds are blowing up and nobody's coherent enough to say why. What. Did. You. Do?"

"Nothing much." He was still wearing most of his stage outfit, silky shirt, absurdly tight pants.

He stretched luxuriously.

There was a zone of visibility that suggested what the hell everyone was on about.

You'd told him those pants were way, way too low-rise for an active stage show. This had been discussed. They were not offset by the shirt he insisted on wearing. It wasn't by any means long enough to meet the need.

Turns out just raising his arms over his head was enough to create a precarious dip in the waistline. To the point that, not only were you looking at a treasure trail, you were looking at the beginnings of what it led to.

"Did you seriously do that on stage? Is that what I'm seeing?"

He snickered. "Might've."

"Oh my god. Are you fucking serious right now? I told you what would happen if you insisted on wearing that, didn't I?"

"Calm yourself, angel. They loved it."

"Hmpf. That's no surprise. Somehow, though, I think you did too."

"Maybe." He flopped onto the bed. "I'll never tell. Anyway, I didn't do it on purpose. It was a fortuitous accident."

"Yeah, you don't have to tell me. I know what a show-off you are."

"You love it." Now he was actually smirking, the bastard.

"Satan only knows why. You, sir, are ten pounds of trouble in a five-pound bag. Give me one good reason why I should put up with you."

He'd already unbuttoned his shirt by this time. He was fiddling with the laces of his pants.

"I've got your reason right here---"

"Uh huh. Classy, V. Real classy."

"Come on, angel. No harm done, yes? A few overexcited fans, maybe. I don't mind."

You sighed. "I think you actively encourage it." You ran your fingers idly down his stomach, following the light trace of silky hair downwards. He purred at your touch.

"You know what I am, angel. I am what my House has made me."

"And no doubt Her Dark Majesty is very proud of Her handiwork."

"I like to think so."

"Hm. I don't see how it could be otherwise." By this time he's undone the lacings. Your touch slides downward. The hair there is very soft. Nothing else in the vicinity is, though, now that you're stroking him. This is why you wait for him after every show. He's usually lit up with post-ritual energy, and after teasing his audience for a couple of hours, he's fairly desperate to be touched himself.

He arches up into your touch, silently begging for more.

Just before you slide his cock into your mouth, the thought drifts through your mind that if a glimpse of pubic thatch could melt the brains of so many fans, only imagine what they'd think if they could see him now.

Any incipient giggles are cut short. You have better things to be doing with your lips and tongue just now. The soft, yearning sounds V's started making would suggest that he'd agree.

[factual-fantasy]

21 Asks! Thank you! :}} 🏁

I've thought about redeeming Starscream and his brothers here and there somehow. But I think the problem I have with TFP Screamer is he is SOOOOO power hungry.

I think even in season 3 when he got whipped into shape and started being a proper lieutenant, I have no doubt he would snuff out Megatrons spark if he got the chance. I cant see him being loyal to anyone but himself. Or even really believing in anyone else or any other cause.. it feels like he just wants all the power for himself and to do what he wants.

Now if I'm wrong here please correct me- if it actually seems really in character for Screamer (AND his two brothers) to get a redemption arc/proper second chance in TFP then I'm willing to give it a go! :000 I thought it would be fun for them to be a thorn in Megatrons side as stupid lieutenants but an Autobot redemption arc is something I'm always willing to explore! :)))

I think you're right actually, in my opinion I think Ratchet would have a better understanding of internet memes than any other bot.

Some people might think Bee would understand better. But the truth is him and Ratchet are both cybertronians. Just because Bee is younger doesn't mean he automatically has a more based sense of humor. Their level of understanding of internet humor boils down to how much of the internet they have been exposed to. Which I think Ratchet has had the most exposure.

Not that's not to say he really understands it or finds it all funny. But its more like-

Arcee: "What... what even is this image. What am I looking at..??"

Ratchet: "Ah, that is another one of those "meme" things. It is meant to be a humorous image that humans send to each other to make them laugh."

Arcee: "...So.. how is funny..? What does it mean?"

Ratchet: "I have absolutely no idea."

@flutehammer

I have :0 I think I'll only want to watch it if its based around the Octopod and its crew. If it branches out to all the Octoagents I don't think I'll be interested <:/

Monster trucks are not in demolition derby's- <:0 Monster trucks are in Monster Jams and demolition derby's consist of normal sized cars.

As for the separate events, They wouldn't want to be in a demolition derby, cuz that would be painful 💀 but I'm sure a lot of them would have fun watching it :00

And none of them would be able to participate in a Monster Jam even if they wanted to. The bots that would be interested don't have a big enough frame to transform int a monster truck :( but they could at least watch them! Just like Bulkhead and Miko! :)

I imagine that would be very irresponsible of them XD so much for laying low. But I can see Vega, Miata and Zippy daydreaming about it. 😅

@florafandoms

Aww! :D Thank you so much! :))) And I watch a TFP playlist here on YouTube. So far the playlist is still up! :}

@milk-powrit

Actually now that you mention this, all 4 of the factual fam couldn't walk at first after becoming a drawing.

I always meant to draw comics over time of them slowly getting better and better at walking. But never got around to it.

In present day I guess I can say all that development was behind the scenes and they can all walk just fine now <XD

I don't think they'd pull any pranks on me of any kind. They wouldn't want to upset or confuse me in anyway. But boy would they probably mess with each other XDD Jangles and Cici especially.

I couldn't really put the gifs in this ask post <XD but I've always imagined trying to animate my fam and I wanted them to be very smooth and soft looking. Like Disney animation or something James Baxter would animate.

Bibi and Cici especially, smooth and flowy :0 Maybe someday I'll try to animate that....

I feel like Jangles would really dig that :00

@lilylink

AAAAA THANKYOU! :DDD 💞💞💞

I hate to day it, but his voice drives me up the wall 😅💔I cant watch anymore playthroughs of the demo because his voice annoys me so much. <:/

As for the fam. I feel like Gerald might have what it takes. But the other three would be a bit camera shy <XD Bibi especially.

I'm afraid I'm not familiar with the Stephen King or Harry Potter cars.. but I'm sure they'd have an interest in Doc Hudson! :D

I do that once in a while if I get an ask that inspires me. :0 But I don't think I'd want to do that regularly <XD That feels kind'a like I'd be roleplaying which would be kind'a weird for me-

@glitchhayden418

don't call me that 🫵👁️👁️🗡️

Also Walter sounds like a great name XDD But if not that then maybe Timone?

Bibi XDD

@randomfandomarts

There's more than one?? :0 I had no idea! If I could get my hands on them somehow maybe I'd be motivated to read them :000

@beryl-shade

I'd say its Bibi :0 And not just because he's actually the eldest sibling XDD Its also because he is usually the voice of reason and keeps the other 3 out of trouble. 🤭

@digi-vie

AAAWWWWW FLUFFY BABYEEEEEE😭😭💞💞💞

(First link in ask) (Second link in ask)

Aww, she seems so sweet in those two videos! 🥰🥰

Oh boy- I hope they don't make a cruddy movie just for the money ���

[illarian-rambling]

Thanks for the tag @houndsofcorduff!

OC in Fifteen

Rules: Share 15 lines of dialog that really show off a particular character

I'll answer for Anarac, let's see if I can actually scrape up fifteen lines of dialog from this man lol - bro is not the chatty sort

“It’s— It’s not your fault I’m afraid.”

“I will go.”

“I can help. Just… on the ship.”

“Two hours. You’re two hours late. I thought….”

“Yo-u’re not r-eal. You two are far away from here.”

“I know your names. I… think you know mine?”

“...B-Bluff."

“Be careful out there, kid. You don’t know how much danger— how much danger you’re in.”

“They watch…. Beyond. Beware.”

“We’re not like you.”

“I just happened to see the rope. …The kid is still learning, don’t be too harsh.”

“Starlight. It hates me.”

“You can enjoy the beauty too. It doesn’t have to be all numbers and science stuff.”

“It isn’t silly if it means a lot to you.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty good. I think I missed being outside.”

I think it's telling that I had to scroll through like 100 pages to get this much dialog. Like I said, not chatty. However, what he lacks in dialog, Anarac more than makes up for in internal monolog. Here's a choice selection:

Aliens must have sandwiches, right? Everyone has sandwiches.

Wow, it’s like I’m a mushroom or something.

Oh, fuck this bullshit.

And what could someone want from you so badly they’d risk a second death? They’d have to be crazy, which, with this crew, is only twenty percent true. 

After a few thousand years in a hive mind, damn it, I deserve a solid meal. 

Maybe not all of my problems are able to be fixed, but I think a dumpling could definitely do a number on those that are. 

Sun, it’s like raising teenagers all over again….

He wanted that dumpling so goddamn bad 💀

Anyways, I'll tag @lunesartsworld @kiennwrites @seastarblue @cain-e-brookman @sergeantnarwhalwrites and anyone else who wants in!

[deathssubstitute]

Ichigo just thought his constant eruption of reactions were pain in his own ass than anything. He could be so easy to read sometimes when it came to Grimmjow. He could never play it cool, he always felt his heart pick up that much more and his pulse quicken with his touch or with a certain look from him. "Gr--Grimmjow. Honestly." He would feel his face heat up just that much more, burying his face into his palms, peering up at his boyfriend still through his fingertips. "I'll--I'll teach you and don't worry, what we have going on right now? That's pretty much the standard of what being in love is like. You poke fun at each other, you laugh and you understand that all you'll ever want is the other person."

That possessive side of Grimmjow would never fail to make him shiver. Never fail to make him fall that much more for Grimmjow really. Maybe it wasn't typical of two people in love but Ichigo liked how much Grimmjow wanted him both physically and emotionally. That he wanted anyone to know that Ichigo was only his. "O--Of course, Grimmjow. I'd tell anyone that." He would grin. "I'd also tell them that my boyfriend is seriously hot and nobody could ever compare to him shirtless on any given day. Those abs are seriously unmatched you know?" He would wink. "And that's why I'm with you. Because you're mine and I'm yours. We have that understanding huh? That we love each other only."

Maybe it was a little much for Ichigo to admit that he would tackle him outright. But he was being honest. To see Grimmjow come back from a battle like that? Ichigo couldn't honestly say he'd be able to hold himself back from something like that. He would see how strong and powerful his partner was. How devasting he could be and it'd surely result in a very lustful driven reaction. "Maybe it is, but doesn't mean you wouldn't eat up every second of it." Ichigo would grin at him, batting his lashes so deviously. "You'd love for me to come at you like that. Just having you take me right in the entry way against the door no less."

"It's okay Grimmjow my back isn't too bad. If anything me being reckless also didn't help how she hugged me initially." He would smile though to see his concern over his well being. But that was natural he supposed. To worry over your partner like that. "Oh? So you just gotta tell her she doesn't have permission to break my back up? Because now I belong to you?" Ichigo would appreciate the kindness of being given a normal hug really.

"Course I would. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I wasn't there to see you and cheer for you kicking someone else's ass?" He would grin to him and at the mention of Kisuke he would only chuckle. Of course he would try and get Grimmjow involved in something like that. He would die laughing internally to see Grimmjow in something like an ugly christmas sweater though that was for sure. "Well you know he tries every year to get me to participate but I always try and back out anyway. I mostly go for the good company though."

"Of course it is. And I love you every second for it." Ichigo could only feel his heart pick up just a moment more at the admission. "W--Well who else makes me feel---feel so much? That I just gotta be such a good boy for him?" He would grin in response. Ichigo would then think on his end reply as he pulled back to simply admire his naked frame. "That's true. I do like seeing you naked Grimmjow." He would lean up and lightly bite his lower lip with his teeth. "But you know I always like what happens you're naked. You're usually almost always giving me that good sleep." He would then pull back. "But that's for later. Now I want that smoothie and back massage you promised, preferably while you look like that."

"Ya guess, huh?" Grimmjow would shake his head and chuckle as he responded to Ichigo's words. The fact that his sassy ginger was saying that he guessed he could say it was cute was almost comical. "I personally think yer really fuckin' cute when yer gettin' all blushy from my comments," Which was probably why the Arrancar said so many things to him that got him to turn pink or red. Very much like the fruit he'd been likened to due to his name. "I dunno dick about bein' in love, or what love is supposed to be like, or feel like. I'm learnin' thanks to ya." He'd chuckle as Ichigo agreed that he was his 'asshole Arrancar boyfriend'. He wasn't surprised at all, because he was an asshole and an Arrancar. He was also Ichigo's boyfriend.

He wondered if Ichigo actually caught what he'd said aside from the being covered in blood part. After all, he'd said maybe he'd have to come home covered in blood at some point. He'd basically been living with Ichigo for a while now, sure, he still went to Hueco Mundo whenever he was needed, but most of his time was spent with Ichigo, at his place. In his bed beside him, the small, very cramped bed they shared. When the Arrancar wasn't asleep in the tree just outside Ichigo's bedroom window, of course. "Oi, if anyone fuckin' hits on ya like that ya tell them yer taken and yer boyfriend is incredibly quick to anger." Ichigo was both hot and adorable, but that wasn't why he was with the ginger at all, and the shorter man knew that, too. "No, see, the reason I'm with ya? The real one? 'S cause yer mine, obviously. Bein' hot and adorable are just bonuses for me."

Really, they were just down bad for one another.

"Oh really? I wouldn't make it inside? Ya would just tackle me while I was soaked in blood? That's pretty kinky, Ichi." That wasn't a complaint, the Arrancar thought it was funny though. That his Soul Reaper boyfriend wanted to see him covered in blood so badly. Now, he'd actually have to let it happen at some point. When that was he didn't know. He knew there was more to his boyfriend than Soul Reaper. He was a bit of everything. Human, Quincy, Soul Reaper, and Hollow. But he was still Kurosaki Ichigo, the adorable ginger who had managed to get close enough to the embodiment of destruction. 'With the abs' as Ichigo had said multiple times before they actually started dating. He still teased the ginger about that.

He'd frown upon hearing that Nel had hugged Ichigo so hard something in his back popped and hasn't felt right since. "Ya want me to see if I can figure out how to help yer back?" He'd given the other massages before, popped things, worked through tense muscles, and then littered the tanned skin with hickeys and bitemarks because he could. "She won't hug ya like that if ya tell her yer mine. She might give ya a normal hug. Mostly cause she's like a kid sister I didn't fuckin' ask for." Most assumed that Nelliel was older than the former Sexta, but truthfully, he was older than she was. Stronger, too, but that was beside the point. He didn't give a shit about fighting for a number that meant nothing. Plus, he was fond of his six.

He'd snort as Ichigo described how he'd cheer for him. It was cute, actually. "So ya would cheer my name loudly while I kick ass and destroy stuff? Alright then." As his boyfriend the ginger was allowed to do such things no matter how ridiculous they might be. "Just a warnin' though, Kisuke told me somethin' about an 'ugly sweater contest' during somethin' called 'Christmas' that I want nothin' to do with." He'd go for the booze and the boozy eggnog though. He wouldn't know that Christmas was still a very log ways off.

He'd likely rub his cheek against Ichigo's hand because he didn't care that it was wet. Plus, the Arrancar was more than slightly touch starved. Not that he'd admit that. He didn't know he was and even if he did he couldn't admit it. "'S my job as yer boyfriend to take care of ya and make sure yer spoiled." That was true. It was their job to care for one another and all that. All part of being in a relationship. "Oh sure, blame me for ya bein' a kinky little shit." His tone would show he wasn't mad or anything along those lines. He thought it was funny that he brought out sides to Ichigo that the ginger had no idea he had before. "Ya know, ya could always just admit ya like seein' me naked." He'd roll his eyes as Ichigo wrapped his arms around his neck, the Arrancar was stark naked, and the ginger was wearing nothing more than a towel.

[untalentedace]

Very rough comic thingie on something that never gets talked about! (in the way I view it at least.)

I hear a lot of people talk about the SA in the show, some of which used for gags. But I've only seen it talked about with the girl characters. Yagi gets mobbed by fangirls in the movie and kissed, unknown if consensual or not? (I see it as SA personally) Only heard it talked about three times in the past 4 years I've been in this fandom! I feel like if he were younger and not a guy, it'd probably be brought up more, considering other sa gags in the series get brought up.

Sure he's been seen letting people touch him in the first few episodes, but still, I'm giving the gag a more serious thought. I'd imagine that after having it happen for so long, he'd be more used to it and allow the touches (whilst feeling discomfort inside), which... Doesn't make it right. This is for me and the... 3 others who think of this scene in a more negative way, aha 😅

[knoepfchen]

"Egan, was it? John Egan?" The voice drawls and Bucky is struck by the image of a toothpick between plush lips.

He whips around in the doorless room trying to find where the voice is coming from. Hand steady on his gun. Aware he is being watched.

"Or should I still call you 'Bucky', Agent 007?"

Bucky's heart plummets all the way to the floor.

He's taken back to the bar he stopped at a few hours earlier to meet the contact Q had hooked him up with for weapons on the ground.

A sparsely populated dive at that time of day. He'd sat at the bar and ordered a Martini.

"Shaken, not stirred," he'd told the bartender, when his eyes fell to the person next to him.

He was wearing a cowboy hat indoors, but Bucky's eyes were drawn straightaway to his mouth, slowly chewing a toothpick.

It was a very distracting mouth. Or it was, until the man looked up at him with the bluest eyes John had ever seen.

"And whatever this fella's having," Bucky completed his order. Slipping on an American accent just to be on the safe side.

M always said no distractions, but M never meant no distractions. A man with a license to kill surely also needed a license to live a little.

He grinned at the guy next to him and was rewarded with a cool raised eyebrow for his troubles.

"Feeling generous, are we?" the man drawled, in a husky voice that travelled straight down John's spine like a pleasant scratch.

"The name's Egan. John Egan," Bucky introduced himself, raising his drink. "But friends call me Bucky."

The barkeeper placed a ginger beer in front of the stranger, who lifted it to Bucky's drink in a half-hearted toast.

"Pleasure is all yours, I'm sure," the man said and took a sip.

Bucky stilled his drink halfway to his mouth."Are you not gonna let me know who I'm drinking with?"

The man looked at Bucky with an expression somewhere between amusement and disbelief, like he couldn't quite fathom who or what Bucky was. It was strangely addictive, but then, Bucky had always had an addictive personality.

"Cleven. Gale Cleven."

The man tapped the lip of his hat at Bucky, his mocking clear but gentle.

"Gale? What kind of a name is Gale?"

"A perfectly serviceable one."

"Nah, nah, that won't do at all," Bucky said, playing up the obnoxious American traveller. "A guy like you, with your face... You look more like a Buck to me."

Gale snorted a laugh that looked like it escaped him against his better judgement.

This was going to be interesting.

"Ain't that your name?"

"No, my name's Bucky. And yours is now Buck."

In the present, Bucky schools his features into a disarming grin.

"You're breaking my heart there, Buck," he says. "Don't you want to at least show me your pretty little smile?"

The intercom crackles and for a moment Bucky could swear he hears a little snort.

This was going to be interesting.

guys we've all been saying Callum should be the next bond and I totally agree so hear me out on this au:

John is a James Bond type and Gale is the sexy ass villain who John constantly flirts and tries to fuck him while Gale is trying to kill him

very homoerotic, very sexual, very horny... good au

[somegrumpynerd]

Does anyone else hc that Nightmare can like, absorb his tentacles back into his body sometimes? Like the way Stitch does with his extra arms?

[aeb-art]

note: the following is three (almost four) years post-game

okay fine i'll just draw comics for my au since writing is so dang hard smh

anyways welcome to two coins! where loop shows up again but siffrin only got the one hat ending

edit: part two

[lunarharp]

shirahama-sensei reminded me she has a thing for the teacher from pokemon s/v so i randomly went off on an au where qifrey is the professor. etc

[crystallizsch]

every now and then i decide to do the most inane shit (to avoid responsibilties) bc guess who just switched back yuuna's emoji from 💝 -> 🩷 and added last names to my yuu oc tags and retagged ALL of my posts with them

[vulpinesaint]

has supernatural faded enough from the zeitgeist that it's normal now. like will it ever be divorced enough from the social context of the Everything to be a regular show from an outside perspective

[zestyzigzagoon]

I won't write this because I'm still in a rut and I have other things to catch up on, but fun AU idea: famous person x normal person AU, except the normal person lives under a rock and has no fucking clue who the famous one is

[seaofreverie]

I knew about the post concert depression but no one told me about the post concert constant feeling of AAAAAAAAAHHH that lasts days and makes everything much more bearable and beautiful and some sort of ethereal type of hope is restored into the world, or maybe it's just the "seeing your favourite band after first thinking that it would never happen and later spending many months waiting for it all the while fearing that it wouldn't happen after all because of circumstances outside my control or feeling like it was too beautiful and wonderful to be true so ofc it wouldn't come true" part of it all

[sysig]

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