#but it'll definitely get tossed when I move

[theotherrookie]

Willow worked with her usual precision on unfreezing her arm. Yes, there were better alternatives, but the situation called for her to make do with the next best fire mage available.

"I'm satisfied of your services." Her fingers had almost recovered their mobility already. "Not that this would be an appropriate time for me to complain."

She still meant that as a compliment. In any case, they had to deal with the consequences of Five's idiocy now and there was no telling what he was going to do now that he had broken his most precious rule, not even by his own accord as well. Unfortunately, Willow expected him to only double down now that he had crossed his personal rubicon and they had to be ready for it.

She would deal with the consequences of Frosty's attack on the rest of her body later.

Something seemed to have broken inside Five. He understood he had been tossed at a wall like a ragdoll, but his brain had become frozen much like the rest of the room as it struggled to accept what he had just done.

"This wasn't supposed to happen…"

While he still felt no remorse for his actions, his repeated attacks and his tricks, and definitely for planning to take Rook's powers away, his ego had been knocked down a notch.

Though that wasn't the only thing about to get curbed. Erica was staring at him with an uncharacteristically hostile expression, ready to take matters into her own hands. Her many tails slowly swayed from one side to the other as her own shadow started stretching towards him.

"Erica, help me up." The abyss quickly retreated when Rook spoke up. Erica briefly looked back to Five, before turning away to help her double.

Veronica's eyes shifted to red as she placed herself across from Leofric. She had rarely seen damage this extensive. She simply couldn't believe to what extent Five was willing to go to get what he wanted.

Rook all but flopped down by her side, already in the process of taking her gloves off. "What can I do?"

"Nothing. Now stop moving so much, it'll only make the toxins spread further."

It was harsh, but it was the only way to get through to Rook while she was distraught.

Lucien, in the meantime, looked as calm as ever as he stood there, hands in his pockets and staring Five down. The complete lack of emotion actually intimidated the hunter a little as he stared back. He could take a bit of verbal abuse. Hell, even he was cursing himself for doing the unthinkable. But that grey barrier before him made him feel genuine unease.

Five raised his sword when Lucien broke eye contact to start playing with a silver coin. That wasn't normal behavior of a man who had just lost his best friend at all.

"What do you want now?" Five snapped.

Lucien caught the coin in his fist. "Revenge."

Five gasped as a light beam struck him square in the chest with enough force to shove him back into the wall again. Before he could fully grasp what was happening, a large ethereal hand was already prying his shield off his arm. Five watched as it was crushed like a piece of paper, then caught a glimpse of Lucien raising his arms to summon a swarm of flaming rings that took off in his direction.

That was a really unfortunate situation, especially since he had no idea the half fae could do all that. The answer to his question soon presented itself. Some leftover flames from the rings started eating at the sleeves of Lucien's hoodie, revealing a pair of arm bracers. The studded leather had been decorated with an intricate pattern that started glowing every time a new spell was cast.

Lucien chuckled as more rings spawned around him, "Come on, hunter. Show me what you can do."

Five decided to show off his running skills.

With the ice trap coming apart, the second round looked like it would end in their favor after all. Frosty's ice blade, while sharp, wasn't going to be very effective unless any of them decided to walk into it on purpose. With his only direct attack foiled, he had proved once again Five had picked his allies based on their ability to be a shield for him.

And that icy shield was going to stop being a threat soon enough. While he was still willing to fight to his last breath, Frosty was starting to feel increasingly weaker as if the fire Five's potion had ignited inside of him was about to run out of oxygen.

It didn't help that it felt like Antonio was glaring right through him. The mask actually contributed to the creepiness of it significantly.

"It doesn't." Willow looked between the two of them, then gently grabbed one of Antonio's wrists, placing his hand directly on her frozen arm. "But I know when I must rely on others. Feel free to keep using Mean Look in the meantime."

Her coat only provided some protection but while her skin would heal, she couldn't risk her implants being damaged.

But even as she had to make do with the next best heating source while Veronica and Rook busy, her concern was entirely on her double and her fight. Willow had a bad feeling about it even before Five could pull out another of his deadly cocktails. When Rook fell, the cyborg tried to force her way through the ice blocking her legs, but the price of protecting one acquired brother was letting another dive at danger.

Willow didn't often contemplate the concept of souls but in that moment, she could feel in hers the moment Erica panicked and the way Rook's heart sank.

Russell had done it at last. He finally got himself killed. Willow wished she could hang onto hope like her elf counterpart did as she lunged at Five and tossed him across the room. Being half frozen almost felt like a luxury.

Frosty fell over dazed as Travis all but ran him over. Veronica was already digging in her bag as she hurried over and even Rook was dragging herself over to offer what little healing she could.

Unfortunately, the damage was done. Lucien shut his eyes, wishing he could take Russell's place.

"Figlio di..." Rook tore the mouthpiece off her helmet as she turned to Five. A trail of smoke escaped the corner of her mouth as she glared at him, "Look what you've done! Was it worth it? Tell me! Speak, you bastard!"

In an unexpected turn of events, it seemed like Five was also upset by Russell's death. In fact, he looked genuinely horrified at the thought of having taken his life.

"No– That wasn't supposed to happen!" He scrambled to stand up. "Do something! You can't let him die!"

"I'm going to rip you apart." Rook paused when Lucien placed his hand on her shoulder, then proceeded to help her up. The two exchanged a look, before he kept going in Five's direction.

[plushie-lovey]

Look who I was able to pull out of storage today!! I went to put a huge batch of plushies in (finally), so I figured why not take a few old friends out?

I hadn't been able to tell before, but unfortunately Cas, Lucy, and Minty are all nicotine stained. My lights were real dim and yellow in my old apartment so I wasn't able to see, and these guys had been packed at the bottom of a box for 3 years. So until now I didn't know they were damaged. But that's ok! I can wash it out. Though Minty will be a challenge since I've had her the longest of all the plush pictured. Time to give them a nice warm welcome home bubble bath!!

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

thinkin about polite gaz being... not so polite when he realizes you're attracted to him. 

not like you let it slip on purpose. he only catches on because he's teasing you and flirting with you and he gets playfully physical and pins you against a wall. he does not miss the way your breath catches in your throat or the way you flush. bit submissive, aren't you?

his attitude changes instantly. he bets you he could keep you pinned right there. hell, he bets he could pick you up, toss you over his shoulder if he wanted to. when you ask him (a bit too breathlessly) if he'd really do that, he smirks at you and says there are plenty of reasons he might have to pick you up. makes it easier to show you who's boss, yeah?

your face gets so hot you think you might actually pass out. you fucking bottom.

he leans in, getting closer this time so you can't shy away; you have no choice but to hear him clearly. "you think you could handle being thrown around?"

if it killed you, you would die happy.

"how about i just throw you into bed instead?"

please, you squeak out.

his eyes gleam and he chuckles. "say please again and it'll be the floor."

nsfw ↓

he's not kidding about being able to pick you up either. or throw you. the moment he has a chance, he's definitely getting you into bed. and he's definitely enjoying how you squirm.

can i ask a favor of you? he asks, so politely, like he's not literally on top of you, pinning you down.

literally anything. you would do literally anything he asks.

"say please again. for me."

you stutter.

"you asked quite nicely for me to throw you. so if i ask, would you beg nicely for me to do other things?"

oh god. oh god. you're glad you're laying down, because you're sure your knees would give out if you were standing up.

when your brain reboots, you stumble over yourself to say yes, absolutely, please kiss me, please tear my clothes off, please hold me down and have your way with me--

god, he really likes that look on your face. he is really going to enjoy you. 

"you really are an excitable little thing, aren't you?" he says, smirk widening as his hand traces along your hip.

is that bad? you ask him.

"it's really hot. almost makes me feel bad for everything i want to do to you."

no, please, don't feel bad, you tell him. you immediately shift, trying to press yourself up against his body. you want him to use you for everything he wants. everything.

"so eager. can't wait, can you?"

no, you can't. you'll die if you have to wait. you try and fail to reign yourself in and be so fucking needy. you fumble with the buttons on your shirt, undoing them one by one, impatient and frustrated. he just smirks at you, letting you get yourself all worked up. just leans back and watches you, enjoying the sight.

when your mind catches up with what your hands are doing, you stall out on the last button. then, finally, he gives in and reaches forward to unhook it himself. then he yanks the whole shirt out of the way.

"good girl. god, you're cute when you're so red like that. you're really into this, aren't you?" his voice is sultry as his caress moves down to the button on your jeans. really just takes his damn time, enjoying how the slower he goes, the more desperate for him you get. but the way your hips twitch when he lays his hands on them has him fighting demons.

"that's it. keep moving. keep squirming." his voice is low and slow--he's trying to keep himself under control as much as you are. he wants so badly to grab your hips and just fucking rail you into the mattress, but it's more rewarding to be patient. how's he going to hear more of those sounds, see more of your desperate ploys to get under him, if it's all over right away?

obviously you have no such reservation. the moment he has your jeans unbuttoned, you're wiggling out of them and flipping onto your stomach, pushing your ass up in the air and fucking presenting yourself to him. please, you beg him, losing your goddamn mind, you can't take it anymore. can't he just...?

gaz damn near short-circuits at the image of you with your ass in the air. he barely manages to stop himself and weigh whether he should deny you a little bit more to heighten the anticipation.

fuck it. he can torment you more after he's inside you. multitasking.

you squeak in delight when he plants his hands between your shoulder blades and pushes your top half into the mattress, dragging your hips up toward his. he pushes you down, fitting his body over yours and putting his mouth next to your ear. he whispers right in your ear. "say please again."

please, please, please, you'll do anything, you tell him, wiggling your hips at him.

and he plans to take you up on that offer.

he leans in close, his breath warm on your skin. "good girl, he tells you. obedient girl."

you've never wanted to be under someone so badly.

your easy submission has him grinning. "are you a good girl all the time or just for me?"

for you, you mumble, hot with shame.

he pulls himself back even more and puts a knee on each side of you, pushing your legs apart. it gives you a shot of dopamine so intense you almost can't keep your ass up. 

"are you being good right now?"

you could be better for him, you tell him, so much better.

he likes the sound of that. it's getting hard to think, having your legs open and right there and he's trying to hold himself back but who wouldn't fall for the temptation he's experiencing right now? "how much better?"

you tell him you could please him more if you knew what he liked, if you could focus on him, if you didn't need more right now, if you didn't need him inside you so bad. your hips twitch again as you ramble, almost mindless.

"i like it when you speak so earnestly," he tells you.

that approval sends another shot of dopamine through you, and your hips buck against nothing. he hasn't even touched you there and you feel like you could finish any moment just from his voice. you're gonna die if you can't have him right now.

he's breathing heavier now, eyes fixed on your opening. his voice almost wavers, heavy with implication. "how bad do you need me, darling?" 

you start to dissolve into begging again--god dammit, he said he wanted you to beg and he's not even doing what you want, what you're begging for--and he interrupts. "you're going to ask properly first."

of course he's gonna make you fucking say it.

you beg and plead in every way you know how, promising every debased act you can think of. when his fingers finally press up against your heat--a teasingly light brush at first, and then a firm press--you dissolve into a mess of broken cries and pleas for him to keep going.

obviously he keeps talking to you in that low, sultry voice, telling you what an impatient little thing you are. chastising you. just another way to flex a little more power over you, and you're so weak for it. and then for that, he praises you.

"such a good girl," he tells you. "you want more?"

you open your mouth to say yes, you want everything, but then he presses his fingers in just the slightest bit, fingertips splitting you the slightest bit, and all you can do is keen. you rock your hips back into him desperately, sliding his fingers into you, and something in you snaps. you tip over the edge. oxytocin floods through you, your legs lock up, and shameless sounds fall from your lips. gaz's breath catches as you finish. then he grins.

gaz pulls you up to him fully and lies down above you. kisses you on the mouth and then trails his mouth down your jaw to your ear. "that was perfect," he says, breathless, and unashamedly horny about the fact that you just came on the second knuckles of two fingers.

you stare at him in muted shock yourself. you can't believe you just... you really just came like that? what's wrong with you?

"how about this," he says in a low, smooth voice. "since you were good, why don't you lay back down and let me fuck you properly?" he lifts your legs off the bed and raises your hips toward him. "let me do everything i want to you."

you swallow and nod, not trusting yourself to speak without squeaking.

"good girl." this time there's no hint of teasing. his eyes are hungry. "let your man take care of you."

...

[part 1] / part 2

more Gaz / masterlist tag

[woso-dreamzzz]

Carnival

Mary Earps x Child!Reader

Summary: Mary takes you to the carnival

Lockdown was both the bane of Mary's existence and the best thing in the world.

The worst thing because it meant confusion and fear and no football for a while. The best thing because it brought her you.

She fostered at first before moving to adoption when she found that she couldn't be parted from you.

With the lockdowns tentatively over now, things had started opening up again.

Like the carnival.

"They're rigged," You tell her.

You're still little but you speak well for your age, well advanced when compared to any of your peers.

"Rigged?" Mary laughs," Where've you heard that word?"

"I read it," You say," In a book."

"Oh. I forgot I was taking a genius out."

You make a little noise of acknowledgement before turning back to the carnival game.

It's most definitely rigged.

All of them are.

This one is one of those basketball toss games where you know the ring is only just wide enough for the ball to get through. If the throw isn't perfect then it'll hit the rim and bounce away.

Mary is looking at it with concentration though and you snag her belt loops, tugging lightly.

You hadn't meant to stop in the first place but you'd caught sight of one of the prizes.

One shot in got you a keychain.

Two shots got you a little inflated ball.

Three in meant the prize was a small toy.

Four was a medium sized toy.

Five was a big toy.

The big toys are displayed at the very top of the game. A lot of them a bears or big puppies but a handful of them are birds. They're in lots of different colours.

Yellow seems to be the most prominent colour but then it's pink. The one that caught your eye is blue though.

You like the look of it a lot but you also know the odds of winning it are slim to none.

Five perfect shots in a row is very difficult especially when the backing board behind the hoop is angled at a way that means if the ball hits it, it won't go into the hoop in the slightest.

"Mary," You say, tugging," Let's go."

Mary doesn't move though. "You want the bird?"

"Yes."

"Then let's try."

"No."

"You don't even want to try?"

You shake your head, scuffing your foot into the dirt. "It's not worth it, Mary."

"Would it make you happy though?"

"Yes."

"Then let's try."

"But-"

"Come on, birdie," Mary says," We'll try a few rounds and if we get it, we get it but if not that's fine too."

It costs five pounds for five balls and Mary fails abysmally for her first round.

It stokes something in her though, especially when your eyes dart away from the toy with every missed shot.

You've had a rough go of it, Mary thinks as she pays for another few rounds. Before her, you'd had a failed adoption. The couple had wanted you but then the wife had gotten pregnant and they realised what they actually wanted was a biological child.

It had fallen through and you'd bounced for a few days before being fostered by Mary.

She'd worked hard with you on understanding that she wasn't going to abandon you. She'd worked hard to get you to accept her as a maternal role in your life.

But that illusive word still evaded her.

She didn't need it, not truly. She knew what you thought of her and you knew what she thought of you.

She'd do anything for your happiness, including draining her bank to win you this stupid blue bird.

Your eyes had lit up when you'd seen it but you seemed fairly realistic for such a little kid.

These games were rigged but Mary refuses to let that stop her.

You want this stupid bird.

She'll get you this stupid bird.

Her hands are sweaty as she grabs her last ball. The others, surprisingly, have all gone in after nearly fifteen rounds of this stupid carnival game and it slowly dawns on her that this is the last shot.

She wipes her hands on her shirt.

"Mary?" You say and she looks down at you," Are you okay?"

"I'm just fine, birdie. One last shot and we can get your bird."

You glance down bashfully, fingers still threaded around her belt loop. "It's okay if you can't make it. We can go on the teacups instead."

Mary frowns, dropping to her knee so she can cradle your cheek in one of her big hands. "You don't want the bird?"

"I do," You say," But...I don't want you to feel bad if you can't get it in."

"Trust me," Mary says," I just want to make you happy."

You look into her eyes, searching for any hint of untruthfulness in them but you find none. You nod. "You should move slightly to the left," You say," And spread your fingers out a little more."

"Thanks, birdie."

She does as you've said and shoots.

The ball goes in and Mary breathes out a sigh of relief, already leaning over the counter to talk to the poor minimum wage worker that's had to sit through all her attempts.

"Yeah," She says," The bird. The blue one. Up top. Yeah, that one."

He has to get a big stick with a hook on the end to get it off and Mary takes it from him triumphantly.

She presents it to you and you gently stroke your hand over the fur.

She's still holding it but you bypass your new favourite toy completely, moving to hug her as tightly as you can.

"Thank you, Mummy."

Mary tries not to let you finally saying the 'm' word affect her, forcing back the tears that want to fall as she hugs you back, raining kisses onto the top of your hair.

"It was my pleasure, birdie."

[meowkunas]

walking in on you with your favourite toy !

w/ sukuna and choso (separate)

warnings/tags: implied fem! reader (bc that's how i'm thinking about it in my head rn), suggestive, 18+, no curses AU, in a relationship with choso, it's anyone's business who you are to sukuna (housemates maybe??), definitely not in a relationship with him though and you probably have to deal with him walking around shirtless all the fine and looking fine, the toy is a vibrator

a/n: thinking about them a lot recently

Sukuna is not amused. This is not his fault.

If you were going to be doing such private things, then you should lock your door.

"I can explain." You say.

Sukuna gives you a once-over. You're extremely calm for someone who's just had a ruined orgasm. The vibrator is still buzzing a little away from where you'd given up on trying to turn it off and just thrown it to the side for hopes of bringing some small sense of decency back onto your naked form. The blanket is haphazardly tossed over your legs.

It barely covers you.

You're wearing a big t-shirt and nothing else on the bottom half. He got a pretty good glimpse in your panic anyways — wet, wanting, twitching... He can't seem to get it out of his mind anymore.

An eerie acceptance settles over your face. It must be the adrenaline, Sukuna deducts.

"Okay." Sukuna says, crossing his arms and pushing the door closed behind him. "Explain."

"Well." And you have the audacity to hesitate on your words still, as though he isn't already wasting his time and attention on you. "You should knock." Pause. "Next time."

Sukuna lets out a barking laugh. "There won't be a next time, brat." He stalks over to you. It's a bit more imposing than you would imagine, especially when his eyes are scanning over your form as though he's already eating you up in his mind. He decides to toss a side-glance to your vibrator in an attempt to embarrass you further, before drawing his attention back to you.

It works, a brief flicker of panic exposing itself on your face as you seem to finally catch up to the situation.

"Just ask. But don't try to be cute about it." Sukuna continues.

"Sukuna?" You ask timidly, still trying to figure out what he's actually proposing.

"I told you not to be cute about it."

That seems to rile you up, and you feel a flash of annoyance run through you. "I'm cute about everything."

You just get to finish your sentence, before he cups your jaw dangerously tight, tilting your face to look up at him. Perhaps you weren't such a quiet and innocent housemate after all. The way your cheeks squish together is kind of cute actually.

He thinks you might look better crying.

A sound between a questioning mumble and a choke leaves your throat. You open your mouth to say something else, but his fingers are already tracing down to your collarbone. He tilts his head slightly as he feels your breath hitch.

"Lie back." Sukuna says, nudging your shoulder a little.

It's a final warning, you realise. A checkpoint in deciding whether you want to continue or not.

You do follow his instructions, jerking slightly as he manages to slide his hand onto you and press down onto your sensitive clit. His hands quickly move to keep your legs open.

He stops moving for a bit and you peek up at him to see what he's doing. The vibrator is in his hand, looking rather small and pathetic.

"We'll see how easily you cum from this, and depending on whether you impress me..." His eyes travel from your lower half up to your eyes. "I'll show you how good it'll feel to take me."

Choso is polite about it. Every kiss you've shared with him has been soft, sweet even. He's never shown any particular interest in furthering it. It's why you're so oddly embarrassed when he walks in on you with your vibrator pressed against your clit.

"Choso!" You manage to slip the vibrator out of your hands and turn it off, ignoring the urge to pull the blankets over your head.

His face reveals no surprise, nor a blush. A feeling of insecurity runs through you and a stinging starts behind your eyes. Huh.

In the silence, he's staring very intently at your closed legs. He takes a step into the room, still saying nothing.

You jump slightly when he sits beside you on the bed. He's uncertain, bordering on nervous as his fingers twitch slightly.

It's quiet enough that you think you should say something.

"Choso—" You say again, in a softer, more reassuring tone.

He cuts you off. "I'll help."

The matter-of-fact tone makes you blush. You forget how straightforward he usually is.

You shake your head. "It's fine. If you're uncomfortable with it or you're not really sure, you don't need to—"

Choso reaches under the covers from where you've thrown your vibrator. The top of it still glistens with your slick. He takes it out, twisting it in his hand as though to investigate it. He presses the button until it vibrates a bit too loudly.

It's not a setting you usually would have set it on to start with.

"Just tell me what to do." He says.

Good thing there's a lot of different settings for him to play with under your guidance.

[shadowsviper]

Thanos and Nam-Gyu as Cats Part 3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4

Here's part 3! Team Thanos as cats

I'm thinking of making one more part of this and then ending it. I don't really have anything else for more parts.

Someone did ask about the reader as the cat and having Thanos and Nam-gyu take care of them. I'll definitely make that happen! I'll make that a different series. I don't know how many parts it'll be.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You spent the next month getting to know the two cats. You soon realized that they caused more trouble than anything else

First, you tried to get them to wear collars, which ended up with you trying to chase them down

Needless to say, they did not like the idea of collars. Knowing that you weren't going to win against them, you gave up trying

Buying them food was one of the hardest things. Sure, they usually ate whatever you gave them, but they had a preference for the expensive brands

Thanos preferred this one brand of food. It was probably the most expensive thing you've bought. He once refused to eat when you weren't able to buy it for a week

Thankfully, Nam-gyu wasn't as picky but he had a preference of specifically chicken. You blamed it on the fact that it was probably because of how you fed him when you first found them in the alleyway

Baths were the worst

You had to chase them down and fight them all the way to the bathroom. Not even food could bribe them

Thanos was convinced that you were trying to kill him. He would scream the whole time. He would claw your clothes, his eyes wide as he screamed at you, begging you to let him go

Nam-gyu wasn't any better. While he didn't scream as much as Thanos did, he still tried to scratch his way out

By the time you finished bathing them, the whole bathroom was flooded with water. Your clothes were also drenched

Other times, they were the best companions to have around. They did things that made you laugh, they always hung around you for attention

There was one time where you were watching Thanos play with his tail. He'd already spent the past 15 minutes trying to catch it, only for it to move out of the way at the last second

His last brain cell seemed to have vanished

You watched as he continued. You were surprised to see that he did end up catching his tail. He had an abnormally long tail, but that didn't stop him from contorting himself into the shape of a croissant

He ended up spinning around in circles, meowing in confusion

Nam-gyu watched from his box, his ears twitching as he judged Thanos

It's a wonder he survived as a stray

The biggest mistake you ever made was buying catnip for them

They had one sniff and they were addicted

They would meow around your legs, rubbing all over you, trying to convince you for more catnip. You tried so hard not to give in but they had the cutest eyes and the sweetest meows

They knew exactly how to manipulate you for catnip

You would only give them a small amount and tell them that was all they were getting

One day, while you were at work, they found the stash of catnip hidden in a drawer

"I don't know what this stuff is, but it's fucking crazy, man," Thanos said, tossing the bag of catnip onto the floor

"You're going to be the reason they put us back out on the streets," Nam-gyu sighed

When you returned, you found your two cats high as hell. Their pupils were completely blown and they were lazily sprawled out. The bag of catnip was completely ripped. You could see bits of catnip everywhere, the ground, the furniture, their fur

You sighed, rethinking your life choices

After that incident, you stopped buying catnip. You decided that you would only get it for special occasions

They weren't happy with your decision

Thanos started meowing by the door one day while staring at you. For the longest time, you couldn't figure out what he wanted until he tried to slip out the door when you left for work

"You're not coming with me," you said, pushing him back inside. Thanos meowed, protesting. After thinking for a second, you realized it probably wouldn't be a bad idea to let them outside, considering they used to be strays

"Fine, but you're both coming home before I do," you warned. The two cats meowed simultaneously as they walked out of your apartment and disappeared

While you worked, they had fun running around the streets again. You didn't mind having them outside of the apartment if it meant that they were happy

You found them both sitting by the door of the apartment when you returned. Thanos happily greeted you

Ever since then, you've been letting them out in the morning and letting them back in whenever they returned

You once again started to rethink your life when Thanos came in with a dead mouse. He meowed at you after dropping it off at your feet. He even dared to push it closer to you. You watched as he slowly blinked before walking away

"Why would you give them a dead mouse?" Nam-gyu asked, glancing at the rodent

"I'm showing my appreciation"

"That's not how humans work, Thanos"

One day, you opened the door for Thanos and Nam-gyu to come in. A new cat followed them in. You blinked. You only had two cats, who was this new one?

The tabby cat meowed at you as he walked in

Thanos meowed as well as if trying to convince you to keep the new friend they made

The new cat, Gyeong-su, made himself at home. He seemed pretty attached to Thanos and he was just as chatty

New cat acquired, I guess

Gyeong-su was a fan of everything. He was the least picky out of the three. He never complained when you gave him something or didn't give him attention

Nam-gyu wasn't a big fan but tolerated him since Thanos tolerated him

Thanos often forgot Gyeong-su existed

Having three cats around wasn't too bad, they were independent. It made your apartment seem more alive. You preferred this over anything else

You were just getting used to having three cats when you received a call from a friend. She explained that she was taking care of two cats but could no longer do so. She knew that you had cats of your own and asked if you would be able to look after them for a while

You agreed hesitantly. That's two more cats. Plus the three you have, that's five in total

You didn't really have time to think about it. Your friend dropped the two cats off at your place soon after the call.

You look inside the carrier to find the two cats huddled up in the back. You took the carrier into your room and closed the door. You opened the door and allowed them to move on their own

A pretty Russian blue cat stepped out, looking at her surroundings. She could tell that there were other cats around, but looking around the room, she couldn't find them

The other cat, a small munchkin cat, stepped out. He seemed more timid than the Russian blue. He looked at you before following after the other cat

You spent a few hours with them, getting them used to the new place. You dreaded the moment they had to meet your other cats

They were kept in your room for the next few days, occasionally let out when the former strays were gone

When you finally decided to let them meet, you sat between the door, acting as a barrier. Thanos was the most curious of them, he had already been sniffing around trying to get to them for days. He was the first to try and climb over you to meet them

You held him tightly, only allowing him to see the new cats. He immediately took a liking to them. You could tell Se-mi wasn't impressed based on her facial expression.

He seemed to like Min-su a lot. He struggled out of your grasp to reach him. Due to the size difference, Thanos had to lower himself to the ground to get a good sniff

Se-mi didn't like him, she tried to step in between him and Min-su whenever possible. She didn't try to do anything. It seemed like she would only attack if provoked

Nam-gyu was next. He immediately disliked Se-mi from the moment he caught her scent. As soon as he saw her, his ears went back

Se-mi's ears also went back.

Uh oh, they don't like each other

Nam-gyu hissed first, he was deeply upset with the new cat. He spared Min-su a glance and decided he also didn't like him

Sighing, you put Nam-gyu outside the room. You were going to keep an eye on them

Gyeong-su didn't seem to mind them. He stayed by your side most of the time as they all interacted with each other

You let them roam around the apartment after that. Thanos had taken a liking to Min-su, he would constantly be around him. Sometimes he forgot how much smaller Min-su was and accidentally knocked him over

If Se-mi was around and saw that, she would whack him into next week

Nam-gyu still didn't like them. He didn't seem to hate Min-su as much but he had something against Se-mi. If she got too close for his liking, he'll hiss. If she tried to do anything, he'll hiss

You tried to stop him but he wouldn't listen.

"Stop hissing at her, she didn't do anything to you," you said after hearing him hiss for the third time in one hour

"I don't understand why they had to bring her home," Nam-gyu complained to Thanos one day

"She's cool," Thanos said. "What's your issue with her?"

"Yeah," Se-mi agreed, appearing out of nowhere and scaring Nam-gyu. "What's your issue with me?"

"I just don't like you," Nam-gyu spat, his ears going backwards. He hissed at her again. "Fuck you, bitch"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Keeping it real with Nam-gyu hating on Se-mi 😭 added in a couple references in this part lmao

Sorry for the wait, schools been kicking my ass. I hope you guys liked this part! I think part 4 might be the last one, unless I come up with more ideas in the future.

Taglist: @ilikedrinkingsoda

[shotmrmiller]

PAUSE! OH MY GOD. writing a soap smut got me thinking. 

As a medic in base, you see the 141 guys all the time. Whether in passing or because they get injured, you’re always interacting with them. Your particular lack of response at Ghost’s irritated glare after reprimanding him for being unable to keep his stitches intact during training is what solidified your friendship with Johnny— what Soap tells you to call him.

Every time Johnny goes out, he likes to drag you along and this is where you notice peculiar interactions between him and Ghost.

The way Ghost gives Soap Johnny his full attention when he’s speaking, turning his entire body to face him, even if it’s something completely trivial. Or how Johnny stresses over Ghost who’s injured on your med table and Ghost will comfort him. When going on a mission, if one goes, so does the other.

You wonder if there's something else going on.

—

You get your answer.

One day you’re knocking on Johnny’s door because it wouldn’t be the first time he’s tried to weasel out of a physical. You’d think getting shot would hurt more than a vaccine but here you are— about to twist his scottish ear off. The door finally opens, and you barge in because you aren’t about to cause a scene in the middle of the hallway when you freeze. 

Ghost is in Johnny's room, lying on the bed. If looks could kill, Ghost’s would’ve leveled the base. And he’s naked under the sheets— if that tree trunk-sized bulge is what you think it is. It doesn't even look hard. Bloody hell. 

You shift your gaze towards Soap, and your eyes drop— he's clad in nothing but a towel that hangs dangerously low on his hips. 

Massive. These men just walkin’ round with weapons in their pants.

Shaking off those thoughts, you shift your attention to his face.

“Meet me at the clinic in 10 or so help me god, Johnny.” and walk out the door.

You hear a muffled "Yes ma'am" , and a hiss escapes your lips.

That cocky smile Johnny had means he definitely saw you ogling them. 

—

A week passes and it’s a friday. You can’t wait to lock yourself in your barracks room and watch movies the entire weekend— you plan to start as soon as you're off the clock.

And then other medics twist your arm into going out for drinks.

Now you find yourself seated at a table in a lively bar, indulging in shots of tequila. As you glance around, your eyes catch sight of Soap and Ghost standing near the bartender. It appeared that some woman is talking to Johnny and he has a polite, detached smile on his face. Always too kind to strangers.

Then she starts caressing his thigh.

Your eyebrows shoot up to your hairline. Right in front of Ghost’s salad? You lock eyes with Ghost and he looks murderous. Jesus.

You usually don't stick your nose in others' business, but if you don’t intervene, Ghost might actually kill her in her sleep. Besides, tequila has always made you bold.

With a confident stride, you make your way towards Johnny and remove that woman’s hand before settling yourself snugly on his lap— and you wrap his arms around your waist.

“And who is this?��� you ask Soap, but the girl questions back.

“No. Who are you?” 

Bitch. 

Curling your upper lip, you answer, “I’m the one he comes in every night hoping it takes. Now leave before I make you,” completely ignoring the massive bulge pressing up into your arse.

She looks at you with a bewildered expression, but doesn't move so you finish off with, "Try it. Just a warning though, it'll be hard to fight when the fight ain't fair."

You cock your head to the side with a taunting expression and the woman scoffs before walking away. Noticing she left her almost full drink behind, you give it to the bartender to toss in the trash. She's just gonna have to get another one.

Your act comes to an end, so you shift to stand up— and realize that the arms encircling your waist tighten, keeping you on his lap. His clothed cock.

“Ye didnae think we’d let ye go after yer little show, did ye?” 

Unless Johnny’s speaking french, he just said we. You'd be nervous but you aren't about to decline what could be the best sex of your life. The want you feel in Soap's pants has you riding a certain high— it makes you feel confident.

Grabbing onto the edge of the bartop, you swivel the stool you're on to face Ghost. 

“And this okay with you? I wouldn’t be stepping on any toes, or nothin’?”

Ghost swiftly lifts you from Johnny's lap and places you onto his own.

“Does this answer your question?” and draws you closer before grinding his erection against you.

And it sure as hell does. Slapping the counter, you ask for some water. If this night is going to end with you sandwiched between these two, you want to remember all of it.

reader's a boss ass bitch. GET IT CHILE.

[jirishnesensei]

Mirio Togata x Reader | Isekai AU [18+]

Warming up to you ch3. It's an anime

⊱ Pairings - mirio 3rd year student x reader

⊱ About - Boku No Hero Academia was your favourite anime. You watched it every week when a new episode came out, but what if you were transported into the world?Having no clue how you got there and you're being accused of being a part of the League Of Villians.Suffice to say, it's not the best way to start the show.

⊱ Warnings/tags - 18+ (eventually), fluff(for the most part), angst, smut, fem reader, romance, pining, SLOW BURN, swearing, friends to lovers, death, jealousy, she falls first he falls harder, mirio is mean (with reason), first everything, sassy mirio, fangirl reader, unrequited love

⊱ status - ongoing

⊱ chapters - 3/x

⊱ word count - 2.4k

⊱ Masterlist

Mirio decided to have Sir Night eye ask you the questions about Shie Hassaikai, which was smart on his account.

Now you were both heading over to Sir Nighteyes agency bright and early in the morning. Mirio definitely didn't know what sleeping in meant. You yawned obnoxiously loud to maybe catch the attention of a certain blonde and it was a success going off of the look he gave you.

"I could have sworn I heard you snoring throughout the night."

You choked on your own spit, flickering him a sharp side-eye as you barely swallow down your embarrassment. "I don't snore."

And you can tell. He can't understand why you're lying. "I heard you, you're opposite my room."

"Nah, must've been you."

You stretch your arms despite the horrendous pain that comes with it, all for the sake of acting oblivious. Now he sweatdrops, watching you stubbornly avoid his eyes. He doesn't bother entertaining the conversation any further, but you sure do reel in your head at the fact that you were seriously snoring.

Thankfully the walk to the agency is fairly quick. 

A large set of green doors is what's presented to you first. Mirio pushes one open while gesturing for you to go in and when you do the cold air conditioning hits your bare skin.

You were given the lovely opportunity to wash your face and brush your teeth, but you were still dressed in the same clothes from your world. You felt gross, and that's putting it lightly.

"His office is this way." Mirio says as he continued to walk down the long corridor then starts his way up the signature spiral staircase. Your body was getting tingly at the thought of meeting Sir Nighteye. What were you going to tell him? He isn't even nice... so what if he doesn't give you a chance to speak? What if he wants you to make him laugh?! Oh god you were terrible at jokes. Now that you were hopelessly scared, you tugged on Mirios white collard shirt, making him look down at you.

"Mirio, I don't know how to make Sir Night eye laugh." You didn't see it but Mirio's eyes widened at how you knew one of his mentors rules. He didn't allow you to hear the shock in his voice though.

"Don't worry, if you're telling the truth then Sir won't care if you make him laugh or not." You nodded meekly. Still a bit shaken from the idea of meeting the Sir Nighteye.

When you reached the top of the stairs and walked down one last corridor, Mirio held the door knob and looked back at you. Your head is hung low, it was so obvious you were psyching yourself out. He sighs, not liking how his sense of hero duties were clouding his judgement with the fact that you could be a villain. Nonetheless, he faced you and tentatively holds one shoulder. The contact makes your skin crawl, looking up at him and holding your breath because this is the first time that you're actually noticing how rich his eyes are. They look so tender and endless. Like a well that people toss their hopes and dreams into so that it'll one day come true. Looking closer, there’s even flecks of lighter cerulean gathering near the center.

You watch his lips move, probably saying something encouraging. 'You've got this, cutie.' Haha...that's cheesy Mirio. He gives you one of those hero smiles and a squeeze on the shoulder. You should probably nod, but you can't even think to do that.

"S-sorry?"

His expression drops. He definitley thinks you ignored him cause you're rude and not just enamoured by him. Suddenly he's knocking on your head a few times, the irritable sensation making you swat his hand away annoyed, covering your forehead.

"Act like an airhead in there and he might just drop kick you."

"What?" You're suddenly alarmed and he's already turning back to the door so you can thankfully get distracted by his broad back instead. He knocks twice, walks in, now beaming brightly as the Mirio Togata you and every bnha fan knew. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at that.

"Good morning Sir!" 

You peer past him and see the one and only Sasaki Mirai, aka, Sir Nighteye seated by his desk.

"Mirio. is this the girl?" Sir Nighteye looks you over and it feels like his gaze pierced straight through your very soul. He was so much more intimidating in person. How in the world did Midoriya have the guts to make fun of All Might under these circumstances?

"Yes Sir. She claims she has information on the Shie Hassaikai." Sir Nighteye nods then thanks Mirio for the notice before telling him to head off to campus. As Mirio turned to leave, you look at him with pleading eyes to not leave you alone, ofcourse he doesn't stay... but a girl can dream, right?

The door slams shut and now it was just you and Sir Nighteye in the room. You glanced around, trying not to make direct eye contact with him and instead focused on all of the All Might merchandise that was everywhere. There was actually way more than they focused on in the anime...

"Do you know what my quirk is?" Sir Nighteye startles you out of your daze and his cold voice makes you stand straighter like you're in the military.

"Yes sir! It's foresight! You are able to look into a person's future upon contact with them for an hour!" You yelled this as if you were being graded for a test. And the outcome of that test is either prison or freedom. It was only now that you realize if you can't back up your claim, you could be in some serious touble here. Sir Nighteye hmph'ed as if satisfied with your answer and then stood up from his chair, making you flinch slightly.

"So you know what will happen if I look into your future." He states calmly, removing his glasses to clean while walking around his desk and then leaning his lower back on it. Hunching slightly from his tall posture.

You nod, unsure where he was going by stating that.

"Tell me something only I would know miss..?"

"Uh (y/n)... (y/n) (l/n)" You answered.

"Miss (y/n)" He gestured for you to continue. You visibly gulped. Was it getting hot in here? It feels like it's getting hotter. What do you tell him? You could tell him about Midoriya being the successor for One For All... that should definitely prove it, but that could land you in big trouble for even knowing such a secret. You pondered and pondered over what to say, making Sir Nighteye grow impatient.

"If you don't know-"

"No wait! I do... I do know, I just don't know which scene to tell you about-" Sir Nighteye grew confused by your choice of words, but gave you a few more minutes.

You bit your lip and wrung your fingers, desperately trying to will your mind to think of something, anything. You were very nervous if it wasn't painfully obvious already.

"Oh! I know!" Sir Nighteye looked at you intently as you were about to speak. You knew exactly what to say now.

"I can tell you exactly what happened when-" Sir Nighteye leans a bit forward, not fooling anyone with how intrigued he was on how you could supposedly tell them exactly where Shie Hassaikai is.

"-when Midoriya came to request for a work study here!" You finished with a winning smile as if you had just said the numbers to the lottery. Sir Nighteye visibly sunk though then pushed his glasses back up, clearly not impressed by your revelation.

"Wait, just hear me out atleast! Wouldn't it be crazy if I could tell you exactly what happened in this room without ever being in it? Even what happened before Midoriya and Mirio walked into the room?" You urged. Sir Nighteye sighed, looked over his shoulder at his All Might clock then back at you. 

"Okay fine, I'll bite. Tell me what happened. Before Midoriya and Mirio walked in."

You nod earnestly and racked up all of your memories from that scene. You had watched this season so many times, you couldn't get it wrong the one time you needed to truly remember it.

"Bubble girl, your assistant, was telling you about the incident that was linked to Shie Hassakai and the league of villains. I'm not sure where the place was... but you were watching an All Might video while she spoke to you and because she wasn't being humorous enough, you tied her to some torture tickling machine and started to tickle her!" You gleam at him like you just convinced your mother that it wasn't you who broke her favourite dish. Eagerly waiting for Sir nighteye's response.

He was definitely shocked going off of his expression. You told him near to the tea what was happening before Mirio and Midoriya walked in which so to speak should be impossible. He pushes his glasses up again, not wanting to show more of his emotion and spoke.

"What happened when they entered?" You bit your bottom lip.

Did I get something wrong?

You cleared your throat and tried to remember what happened after, "You told Midoriya that he has to make you laugh for you to consider him as an intern and so he imitated All Might, which I thought was really funny, but you accused him of ridiculing All Might and then told him his wrinkles were in the wrong places and then... you both just kinda went at it and fanboyed over All Might." You laughed nervously.

"Oh! and before you stamped Midoriyas papers you made him spar with you! Which he lost... but he completely dodged all of your All Might posters, right?!" You held your breath. You could feel your palms sweating. You were desperately trying to get Sir Nighteye to believe you here, but his stoic expression was so difficult to read through. He sighs once more and walked over to you. Stepping back in fear, he grabbed your shoulder to keep you in place and used his quirk on you. You were hypnotized the second that he did, eyes fixated on his. They were actually moving like gears... tiny, mini gears and it was incredible. Sir Nighteye lets go of you and then stood up straight again.

"It's near to impossible that you could tell me that, but I still don't understand how. What is your quirk?" He looks down at you so intensely. Your legs suddenly feel like they were going to give in at any moment. You laugh awkwardly under his gaze that now felt like they could see right through your skin. Like you're talking intestines and everything. It made you uncomfortable.

"Its not a quirk... it's um... haha, you're gonna think this is funny, but it's an anime." His expression stays the same, as if waiting for the punchline.

I knew he wanted a joke!

"I uh, gosh," You awkwardly rub your forehead, "I don't know how else to explain it..." You look down to the ground, feeling too exposed to look him directly in the eye anymore. Sir Nighteye realized this and turned on his heel to sit back down by his desk, gesturing for you to take a seat opposite. You take his offer and sit down then suck in a decent breath, preparing for the millions of questions to follow.

"I'm not from this planet. Or whatever this place is. Back where I'm from this place is known as My Hero Academia. An anime that people around the globe watch."

⊱ Take me to the next chapter!

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Taglist - @the-faceless-bride @distinguishedoafbiscuitopera

Dividers by - @cafekitsune and @strangergraphics

[thisapplepielife]

Written for @steddieholidaydrabbles.

You'll Poke Your Eye Out

Prompt Day 25: Christmas | Word Count: 541 | Rating: T | CW: Lingering Upside Down Trauma, Language | Tags: Future Fic, Post S4, Eddie Munson Lives, Established Relationship, Christmas at Wayne's, Eating Nuts (Not Like That), Hurt/Comfort

Steve sits on the couch at Wayne's, a large stainless steel bowl in his lap, the nut cracker tool in one hand and metal pick in the other.

Eddie walks by behind the couch, brand new Polaroid camera hanging around his neck. It's been a full morning of Eddie taking pictures of anything and everything, laying the instant pictures out across every flat surface.

"You'll poke your eye out," Eddie says flippantly as he keeps moving. 

Well, that's not the plan, but if he does, maybe it'll have been worth it.

Because nothing, nothing, says it is Christmas like the big bowl of partially cracked open pecans on Wayne's coffee table. Steve had never had anything like it in his house while growing up. A big bowl of in-shell nuts, just sitting in the living room? His mother would have never allowed such a thing. The mess that could have even potentially been created would have given her hives.

Steve doesn't know where Wayne gets the nuts, or why they are such an integral part of the Munson family tradition, but he's grown to anticipate them every year.

The first time he'd seen the metal tools, they seemed kind of like medieval torture devices. Eddie had to show him how to use them: Putting the pecan between the metal claws, squeezing until the shell breaks. Then using the pick to dig out the meat. Eat. Rinse, repeat.

Sometimes it's walnuts, but it's usually pecans.

It gives him something to do with his hands, and he prefers that most of the time. He can't just sit still. Idle hands, and all that. Keeping his mind busy, even in this mundane way, is the best thing he's found to keep everything running smoothly. Steve knows Eddie bounced back from his tangle with the Upside Down almost totally unscathed. 

Steve didn't. 

That's not true. Not totally. 

He thought he was fine. The first year, even the second, he'd had no problems at all. But in time it snuck up on him, and knocked him to his knees. Eddie picked him back up, and he's been picking him up ever since. 

The physical scars he can deal with just fine, but the mental scars that were hidden away where he couldn't even tend to them fucking suck, and he prefers to keep busy.

So, today, he cracks nuts. 

When Eddie finally sits down next to him, Steve starts cracking them for him. One after another, handing over the small slivers of nuts, and occasionally entire halves in perfect condition. He'll be better at it by New Year's. The rust will be shaken off, and he'll be able to crack more without breaking them into small pieces. It just takes time to acclimate, he knows that and accepts it. 

It is what it is. Nothing is perfect, definitely not him, and he doesn't expect to be. Not anymore.

At the end of the night, he picks his empty shells out of the bowl, and tosses them in the trash. Eddie runs the Dustbuster around the couch, and it's like Steve never made a mess at all.

Tomorrow, Wayne will have refilled the bowl and Steve will start the process all over again, Eddie at his side.

If you want to write your own, or see more entries for this challenge, pop on over to @steddieholidaydrabbles and follow along with the fun!

Notes: I feel like I often explore Eddie struggling after the events of S4, but what if Steve felt it more? What if Eddie bounced back like a cat using one of his nine lives?

[short-honey-badger]

Doll 5

Pairings: Shanks x Female Reader

Summary: You find a new friend and take your relationship with Shanks to the next step

* Kissing happens finally!*

Doll Masterlist

A couple of days pass, and you and Shanks grow closer. One could hardly be seen without the other following behind like a lost puppy. He had taken you back to the bakery each morning and ordered something new for you to try, but the blueberry pancakes were still your favorite since they'd been the first thing that Shanks had ordered for you.

The waitress, whose name was Mel, had found you after her shift and demanded that you go clothes shopping with her. You'd been confused, and asked what was wrong with the plain shirt and black pants you were wearing, and she pointed out that, while you had cleaned them, there wasn't anything wrong with having more than two sets of clothing. You realized that Mel was right after that, and the two of you had gone to find Shanks.

He had smiled upon seeing you with the other woman, glad to see that you had made a friend, and had given you more than enough cash to get whatever you wanted. Mel grabbed you by the hand and away the two of you went. She led you to a boutique run by a wrinkled old lady who had an eye for fabrics, and stood you in the middle of the room while they went on a hunt for fabrics and colors that would suit you the best.

“If you want to move things along with your, - wait. What is Shanks to you? Boyfriend, husband?” Mel asked from behind a pile of clothes that she'd discarded after you tried them on. The no pile was far bigger than the yes pile, and you didn't know what to think about that.

You blushed at her wording. It's a couple of days knowing the redhead, and he'd take you out on breakfast dates and hold your hand whenever the two of you went anywhere. The pirate would toss his arm over the back of your seat, always sitting next to you and making his crew move if there wasn't a seat available. You didn't mind the attention, and you certainly didn't mind all the touching, but putting a label on what the two of you were made you nervous, so you settled for the easy way out.

“Uhm. Just friends, I think,” you told her and pouted at the really look that Mel gives you. Ethel doesn't help when she chines in.

“That pirate of yours acts like my dear Edward, rest his soul, did when we first got together. Don't pretend like there isn't anything there, dear. It'll only hurt you in the end if you do.”

You gnaw on your bottom lip, eyes lost in thought even as Mel hands you a new shirt to try on. You'd seen how couples acted before whenever you were allowed to go down to Sabaody, and it was definitely similar to the way you and Shanks acted. But you just met him, wasn't everything going too fast?

“I don't want to ruin anything,” you whispered after a moment, and in seconds, you had an old lady in your space, wrinkled hands taking her own.

“Can't ruin something if you don't let yourself have it to begin with, dear,” Ethel says kindly, and then squints at the shirt you have on, “Take that off. It doesn't flatter your chest at all.”

You blush and drop her hands to grab the hem to tug the blouse over your head and toss it in the no pile. You are lost in thought for the rest of the evening, wondering if it would be a good idea to talk to Shanks about all of this.

By the end of the trip, Mel and Ethel agreed upon ten different outfits that could be mixed and matched easily. You'd explained to them that you planned to leave with Shanks and would need some sturdier clothing to last out on the sea. Ethel had assured you that the fabrics she used would be perfectly fine and still make you look like a woman, and you couldn't thank the older lady enough. Mel dragged you out of the shop after saying goodbye, her chattering your ear off you, listening to her ramble on about everything and nothing.

Shanks stalked around the town, a frown on his face as he looked for you. He had wanted you to go out and have a good time with Mel, but he hadn’t thought that she would have you all day long. He had missed your presence and may have pouted so much that it had annoyed his ever patient first mate. Benn had sighed and told him to either stop sulking or go out and you, so Shanks had huffed and strutted out of the bar.

He hadn’t found you at the bakery, nor near the beach by the docks. He’d taken you there yesterday and had watched you find shells in the sand. He found it adorable that you seemed so fascinated by something so small and promised you that he’d get you a jar to put our collection in. Getting worried and just the smallest bit annoyed, Shanks made another loop around the town.

Shanks knew that he’d found you when he heard the sound of your laughter. He followed the sound down an alley to see you and Mel sat on the front steps of the bakery, steaming scones in hand. He slowed to a stop and just watched you for a moment, taking in the way you tossed your head back to laugh when your friend told a joke or made a smarmy quip. It was good seeing you like this, relaxed and open with someone that wasn’t him, though that didn’t stop the envy that curled up in his chest. He couldn’t help it, Shanks wanted you to look at him that way.

Which, well, you did, but after that first breakfast, there had been an underlining tenseness that you didn’t seem to notice whenever Shanks got close or whenever he said something flirty. It was almost like you were waiting for the other shoe to drop, as if Shanks acting like this was just a big joke and you were the punchline. But he wasn’t joking or stringing you along. What he felt for you was more than just friendship, and he wished that you could see that.

“I just… I don’t want him to feel forced into this, Mel. I’m not used to having that kind of attention, not where I’m from. It’s hard for me to trust people, and this is all going so fast. How can I ask him to take a chance on me when I’ve already asked so much of him?”

Is that what you thought? That just because he had allowed you on his crew that wanting anything else from him would turn him away from you? The pirate can’t help but snort at such a silly thought. Shanks liked it when you asked for things, liked it when you seeked him out on your own volition.

“Hon, you shouldn’t be so hard on yourself. You’re a wonderful person, and your Red would be dumb to not want you. Which he does, by the way, a blind man could see that. But still, everyone has some kind of past. You just have to be brave enough to face it.”

Shanks watches as you nod and recognizes that determined set of your shoulders and the fire that suddenly blazes to life in your eyes. You look like the night he first met you, eyes resolute and a please for help on your lips. There is a pale pink aura surrounding you, and the emperor has a moment of clarification. You have Haki.

A grin spreads his face. Of course someone as special as you would have haki. You were so brave and beautiful that it’s a slap in his face that he hadn’t noticed it before now. It was no wonder why he was so drawn to you and you to him. Shanks was meant to find you.

The redhead stalks forward without thinking. He needs you to know that he wants you, that with his newfound knowledge, you become all the more irresistible to him. You glance up in surprise, eyes wide and cheeks flushing as he comes to a stop in front of you. He reaches out and snags your hand, an almost desperate look in his dark gaze.

“You’re not forcing me into anything, Doll. I want you for you. For how you make me feel. I’ve not said anything because I don’t want you to feel obligated to me.”

You stare up at your captain, not having expected him to come out of the alleyway, and it makes you wonder how much he overheard. Clearly enough that he feels the need to out his feelings for you in the middle of town. You bite your lip, hand clutching his own as you meet his gaze, “Shanks..”

“I swear to you that I’m not doing anything that I don’t want to do, Doll. Trust me, please?” He says quietly and drops your hand to reach up and cup your face, thumb grazing your lips. Shanks needs you to believe him, “Can I kiss you?”

The question makes sparks rain from the top of your spine to the tip of your toes. You’ve never kissed anyone before, but the thought of feeling his lips on yours makes the decision for you.

The redhead makes a sound of surprise when you suddenly surge up, your mouth smashing into his in an unruly kiss. Shanks takes it in stride, though, kissing back just as roughly, uncaring about your lack of experience. His hand slides from your cheek and up into your hair to hold you still, and eventually, you slow down, allowing him to carefully lead you into a soft press of lips.

Reluctantly, Shanks pulls away but doesn’t go very far. He keeps you close with the hand wrapped in your hair, back bowed so that he can press his brow against yours. You stare at him, eyes watery as you swallow harshly. There is an apology on your lips, but Shanks steals it away with another kiss.

“Don’t you dare take that back, Doll,” He rumbles against your mouth and presses a lingering kiss to the corner of your lips. You nod shakily, and then Shanks is releasing you, hand sliding from your hair to take your hand in his. He smirks down at Mel, who looks smug as a cat who got the cream.

“Care if I steal her away now?” He quips, and Mel shoos him with a laugh.

“Go on, lovebirds,” She says and then aims a smile at you, “Told you so.”

You roll your eyes and reach out to squeeze her hand, “Thank you, Mel. I’ll find you tomorrow, okay?”

This would be your last night on this island, and the thought of leaving your new friend behind makes you sad, but you know that it’s for the best. The longer you stayed in one spot, the more you had a chance of being found and taken back to Marie Geois. The other woman waved you both off with a happy smile, and Shanks eagerly pulled you back to the docks and to the beach.

He shrugged off his black cloak and splayed it on the ground, gesturing for you to sit with a sweeping bow. You couldn't help but giggle at the redhead and sat, making sure not to touch the sand too much. You expected Shanks to settle beside you, but instead the pirate sat behind you, long legs splayed on either side of your hips as he wrapped his arm around your waist and tugged you back to rest against his chest. He sat his chin on top of your head, and you felt yourself completely relaxed, shoulders dropping as you slumped back against your captain.

“You okay with this, doll?” He murmured, and you shivered at the feeling of his breath tickling your ear. His hand was rubbing very distracting circles against your hip, fingers smoothing under your shirt to drag against your flesh. Shanks smiles against your hair when you nod. You didn't trust your voice not to squeak in embarrassment right now.

“Good. I've been wanting to hold you like this for a while, since that night you came and thanked me for letting you join the crew,” He blew a slow breath out, eyes shuttering as he tugged you closer, “You have no idea how special you are to me, sweetheart.”

Shanks considers telling you about the faint aura he'd seen earlier but decided against it. He doesn't want to ruin the peaceful moment the two of you are having, but he will tell you soon. Each of his crew could use haki, and would be essential in teaching you how to harness it yourself. He had promised to teach you everything that he knew, and that would be one of the firsts.

Speaking of teaching you things, Shanks shifted so that he could face you better, a playful grin on his lips as he leaned down into your space, “Was that your first kiss?”

You nodded slowly, lip trapped between your teeth, and Shanks moved his hand up to your face, thumb gently tugging The abused flesh free and stroking your bottom lip. He shivers when you slide your tongue out to wet your lips, the muscle accidentally flicking against his thumb.

“Yeah. Intimacy was forbidden in the household that owned me,” you whisper, and Shanks hums, a frown tugging at his mouth.

“Well you aren't theirs anymore, Darling. So how about we start your first lesson?” He rumbles and smirks when he watches your eyes hood and darken with interest. When you move forward, Shanks meets you halfway, lips pressing into yours as he holds you close in the setting sun.

[sanguineterrain]

Hi I’m back because couples who aren’t together just yet are EVERYTHING

And the new theme?? The icon?? Sanne 😍

May I request “you matter so much to me” with Dick? A little angsty if you’re feeling it?

hey there!!! thank you hehe i felt it was time for a theme change bc fall ❤️ hope you like it! thanks for sending a request 🥰

dick grayson x gn!reader. tw: reader is injured but not much description of the injury, mention of bombing, dick being a protective sweetheart, love confession.

****

You're probably being paranoid.

You probably don't need to call Dick. He'll definitely be busy right now. And you call him way too much as it is.

Wally had asked last month if you two were dating, which had been a humiliating conversation, so you've been vigilant about not clinging to Dick so much. You're just friends. That's all you'll ever be.

These two guys at the train station are really freaking you out, though. What do all the posters say? See something, say something?

You take a deep breath and dial.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Dick," you say tentatively.

"Hey!" Dick says, sounding slightly breathless. "Hey, how are you? I've missed you, what have you been up to?"

The smile in his voice makes you ache. Fuck. You should've just called an Uber.

"Hey. I'm okay. Sorry for not calling, I've been, uh, swamped at work."

"That's okay. It's nice to hear from you."

You melt. "It's nice to hear from you, too."

One of the guys across the station tosses a duffel bag inside of a storage closet and closes the door, then locks it. Right. Back to why you called.

"Dick, I think these two guys at the train station might be up to something. I could be wrong! I-I'm probably wrong, but—"

"What are they doing?" he asks, and you can hear him shifting to Nightwing Mode.

"They threw a duffel bag into a closet, but they don't look like workers. And—"

One of them lifts his coat, and you see a holstered gun. Shit.

"Oh my God," you whisper. "One of them has a gun."

"Get out of there," Dick orders. "I'm on my way. I'll pick you up. Meet me on the corner of Mason and Jewel."

"Okay," you say, heartbeat rabbiting. "Okay, um, Mason and Jewel. Got it."

"It'll be okay," he says, a little gentler this time. "I won't let anything happen to you, alright? Go somewhere where there's a lot of people, and stay on the line."

You take a deep breath. "O-okay. I trust you."

You head for the stairs when the ground rumbles under your feet. People begin to shout and you run faster, trying to make it out of the station.

"What's happening, honey? Talk to me," Dick urges.

You hardly register the honey in your panic.

"The ground's shaking. Dick—"

Something knocks into your back and you crumple to the floor, phone falling from your hand. Everything goes black.

****

You open your eyes to blackness, and for a moment, you're afraid you've lost your sight. But then the shadows become clearer, and you can make out distinct, albeit dimly lit, shapes.

You try to form a word but the air has been sucked out of your lungs and it sounds more like a wheeze.

The surface beneath you is soft and firm. There's a blanket over your shoulders.

You rasp out a sound that's an attempt at 'hello.' Your lips are cracked, and your throat feels like you chugged cement.

A hand rests on your forehead. You try to sit up.

"Easy, easy. Don't try moving just yet."

Dick is in his Nightwing suit, but the mask is off. You blink at him slowly. You'd almost forgotten how blue his eyes are.

"Can you tell me your birthday?" he asks, continuing to stroke your face.

You tell him your birthday. Your throat feels like sandpaper, and a straw is pushed to your lips. You drink the water greedily.

"Wha' happ'd?" you ask.

"There was a small bomb. Half the station collapsed." Dick sucks in a deep breath and seems to steel himself. "You, um, you hit your head pretty hard. I found you and brought you back to the Batcave. I want to monitor you overnight just in case."

Your eyes widen. "Batcave?"

Dick smiles. "The one and only. I'll give you a tour later."

You frown. "Shouldn't you be out there?"

"Oh." Dick rubs his neck. "Well, uh, the others have got it pretty much covered. But I can give you space, if-if you're tired or something. Uh, Alfred's upstairs if you need anyth—"

You shake your head. "Not kicking you out, Dickie. Just don't wanna keep you from important stuff."

Dick leans in, looking at you intently.

"You're important."

You smile and look away, belly swooping at his seriousness.

"Oh. Thank you, Dick."

"I mean it," he says fiercely, then swallows. "You are... you're one of the most important people in my life. You matter so much to me. I should've said so earlier, and I guess today was the kick in the pants I needed."

You turn to him, eyes wide. "What are you saying?"

Dick slips his hand into yours, rubbing your knuckles with his thumb.

"Every day, I see how fragile life is," Dick says. "Witnessed it for myself, too. I can't—I don't want to pretend that I don't care about you as much as I do. That I don't wish we were more. And if you don't feel the same way, then that's okay, but I needed to say something before—"

"Dick," you murmur.

He stops. "Yeah?"

"Kiss me."

He blinks once, twice, then wastes no more time. Dick cups your jaw with both hands. It's almost overwhelming, the way Dick Grayson kisses you like you're the only person in the universe.

His hair is just as soft as you imagined, and you tangle your other hand in it, massaging the base of his neck. Dick makes a quiet whine in the back of his throat, and you hungrily swallow the sound.

"Ahem."

You flinch apart, and Dick covers his mouth. He glances at you through his lashes, and the look promises that he's not finished with you.

All excitement about said promise self-destructs when you see Batman standing ten feet away. Even under the cowl, he looks unimpressed.

"Nightwing," he says. "Taking care of our patient?"

Oh God. You're never setting foot in Gotham again.

"Excellent care," Dick says, apparently used to Batman's cheek.

"Hn. I expect a report of the station incident tomorrow."

"Of course. Do you need me out there?"

"No. It's handled." Batman looks at you. "You are welcome to join us for dinner."

He swooshes away with a truly unnecessary jump into the Batmobile. You wait until he's gone before groaning and putting your face in your hands.

"Oh my God, I just made out with you in front of Batman. I can never face him."

Dick pulls you into his arms, kissing your temple.

"Are you kidding? He basically just welcomed you into the family. I knew he'd like you."

[what-if-i-like-my-mechs-older]

(His arousal to battle plans is a slight dig to the episode triple take over)

As promised Blitzwing had spent the whole night doting on Orion and the experience had been wonderful, even now as they were spooning, their bodies were connected, gentle moments and nuzzling at the younger mechs neck.

Certainly noticing that Orion enjoyed it even just like this, a slow sensual joining, optics closed and his intake breathy.

He turned Orions head just enough so they could kiss, glossas meeting ,their careful pace built to another moment of bliss.

Blitzwing couldn't help but smile, crooning as he praised him

"Did my Prince overload again?"

The sweet whimpers of the autobot had him move just fast enough to overload in him again, starting the careful pace all over again.

Orion reached out to pull him back, for another kiss, nuzzling against him.

Every thing Blitzwing had done for him throughout the hours, was still doing, he welcomed it , despite being terrified that it would all end...that the triple changer might suddenly change his mind.

Blitzwing had an an arm around Orions waist , pressing light kisses to his finial, he didn't know what Pax had been through but he wouldn't toss him out, their bodies hummed with pleasant satisfaction that they kept indulging in.

"I got you, I'm here Orion, stay as long as you want to."

He whispered against his audio receptor, drawing small circles over his chest and sinking deeper into the warmth of the smaller form.

Orion reached up and held the hand that was on his chest and laced his fingers with it.

This was perfect. He hadn't quite expected this, but he wouldn't forget it, that was the wonderful thing about older mechs, they knew so many things, ways to bring about a harmony in you and reset it all at once.

He snuggled down into the soft berth smiling.

"I have an idea on how to get Energon...it's probably a rather weak one though...."

"You've read our mission reports, maybe it could be a refreshing one compared to all the chaos, I'm curious what would the autobot way be of getting it."

"Well....the plans have always been to get it as quickly as possible, causing destruction and....giving the autobots the moral highground...reasons to stop you....so what if you build solar panel farm that can harvest energy from the sun without destroying it....in the desert."

Blitzwing held him tighter, he didn't expect himself to actually feel a fresh new wave of desire, something more alive from affectionate to feral, but he was trying to maintain calmness, however the playful laugh that came from Orion when his hips had moved faster wasn't helping.

"Go on."

"Communicate with the humans, do a show of good faith, definitely get a lawyer....make a contract of helping with building schematics, work, it'll take some time but even if you have a few panels that'll be enough to keep heads above water and-"

Orion found himself being moved onto his back and looking up at Blitzwing who was staring down at him, hands on his wrists, sliding down his arms , over his chest, waist, hips , curling around his thighs and putting them over his hips again

"You get it, a careful plan...so what next Orion?"

He pushed back in and Pax gasped feeling it's length fully slide all the way, certainly one thing he did know he enjoyed with the Decepticons was being in bed with them, frag even Soundwave blew his processor.

"It'll give us time to build the solar panel farm, keep up good relations with humans , even if you don't like it, your main goal is home, it's for Cybertron and isn't home worth it? Even humans who despise each other will work for a greater benefit...and I can only imagine the humans want then Decepticons to leave."

The more he went on, he felt a sense of pride as Blitz was beginning to lose himself, face buried against his neck, his body jerking as Blitz took out his need on him.

Orion bit his bottom lip, optics looking up and going a little cross-eyed as Blitzwings thrusts were a slow drag back only to come back, as deep as possible, the rocking motion rubbed at his node , it was purposeful, Orion loved that the Decepticon was making sure it did so they both felt pleasure.

He wrapped all four limbs around him, purring in his ear

"And if you do everything via protocol, the honorable Optimus Prime would be in the wrong if he tried to stop you...they would be the bad GUYS!"

Orions voice came out in a cry as Blitzwing lost the ability to show mercy and went to fragging town on his valve , practically being folded in half, feet by his head.

DAMN Blitzwing had been holding back on him!

Elsewhere on the Nemesis

Skywarp had his feet on the table making a groaning sound

"Arrrrgh is Pax STILL with Blitzwing, Primus that slagger must be good."

Thundercracker shook his head and smiled

"I think dear Orion has learned the benefits of staying and aftercare, they can't still seriously be going at it."

Astrotrain who was passing by spat his drink, his laughter deep and booming

"Are you kidding me, Blitz has the energy of a turbo rabbit, no that mech is definitely still ruining Orion as we speak."

Starscream glanced at the other two in his trine and they looked at him, their single brain cell coming to one conclusion, if Orion could that much ....then maybe all three of them should take care of the Autobot.

"You said you had something you wanted to give him Skywarp , what is it?"

Star asked , finally taking off his reading glasses, because Starscream with glasses , mm damn. Yes please.

"I'm not telling you, you'll take credit for the idea if I do. Also Soundwave said Shockwave was always tone deaf, so he has to fine tune it."

"Fine, fine , keep your secrets."

The seeker pouted only to scream when he saw Soundwave standing at the door.

"You need to stop doing that! You fragging slag heap!"

"Request denied, I find it amusing to see others startled. "

"You dick."

Thundercrack roller his optics as the two mechs bantered.

Soundwave ignored Starscream’s response and set the wrapped item on the table.

"Skywarp it is ready, where is Orion?"

Skywarp leaned forward, chin in hands as his elbows rested on the table and Soundwave rested his hands on said table.

"With Blitzwing, since last night."

The seeker answered him, the tone was definitely mean girl and it got the desired response as Soundwave accidentally snapped the table corner off.

"I see, and when will he be available?"

"Primus knows, its already been seven hours."

And Skywarps smile widened as Soundwave's fist went through the table.

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[motherfornicator]

Chapter 9: The Interdimensional Flight Risk Moves In

Summary: Ghosts, cursed objects, and a very familiar thief. Y/N’s knowledge keeps the Winchesters ahead of the game—but it’s not just her intel they’re warming up to. Because between late-night case talk and shared weapon cleaning, it’s getting harder to remember she wasn’t always here.

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1696

After the chaos of the fairy-tale case, door tests, and dimension-hopping revelations, Sam and Dean reached a mutual decision: you weren’t going anywhere without supervision. Much to your dismay, that translated into sharing motel rooms from then on. It also meant an endless barrage of teasing from Dean—especially after the discovery that physical touch was the only sure way to stop you from disappearing.

Days passed in a blur of roadside diners, classic rock playlists, and obituaries spread across diner tables. Eventually, the three of you landed on a promising new case—what looked like a straightforward salt-and-burn haunting. Not glamorous, but after recent chaos, the simplicity was welcome.

Checking into the motel, however, proved... less than simple. Sam secured the key and opened the door to your latest room, only to freeze in the doorway. Dean stepped past him, eyebrows raised.

"Uh-oh," Dean announced dramatically, a grin already pulling at the corner of his mouth. "Looks like we've got a bed shortage."

You peered around them both, heart sinking slightly when you saw the singular, large bed dominating the small room. "Great. Fantastic. So now what?"

Dean’s smirk deepened. "Looks like someone’s bunking up."

Sam quickly claimed the worn-out couch across from the bed, giving you an apologetic shrug. "Sorry. Trust me, you'd rather not sleep on this thing anyway. Springs and all."

You glared, already knowing where this was going. "So it’s me and Dean?"

Dean wiggled his eyebrows. "Lucky you."

"Oh, please," you scoffed, rolling your eyes even as your face flushed. "I’ll just sleep on the floor."

"Yeah, not happening," Dean said immediately, tossing his duffel onto the bed with finality. "I’m not dealing with your grumpy ass tomorrow if you're sore. We're adults. It'll be fine."

You sighed dramatically. "Fine. But keep your hands to yourself, Winchester."

"Same goes for you," Dean shot back, grin intact.

Sam rolled his eyes, setting up his couch-bed. "God, it's like babysitting teenagers."

—

The next morning, you set off early, heading to the old, supposedly haunted house from your research. Sam was upstairs investigating, while you and Dean took the lower floor, cautiously scanning darkened rooms with EMF readers and flashlights. The atmosphere was tense, the air heavy with dust and anticipation.

"Okay, seriously," Dean was saying, sweeping his flashlight across the living room. "You've never seen The Shining? It’s a classic."

You shook your head, distractedly checking a nearby doorway. "I’ve seen it in bits and pieces, but it’s just not my thing. Creepy hotels and axe murders? Hard pass."

Dean scoffed. "It’s more than that—it’s psychological. Jack Nicholson at his peak. Here’s Johnny! I mean how can you resist?"

"Pretty easily, actually," you said, laughing at his exaggerated offense. You stepped forward absentmindedly, reaching for the next doorknob as you rolled your eyes at Dean's dramatics.

As soon as the door opened, the dim hallway disappeared. You were suddenly standing on garish, vintage carpeting. A familiar chill crawled down your spine.

“Oh, no,” you whispered. “No, no, no—”

At the far end of the corridor, two identical girls appeared, staring blankly at you.

"Come play with us," they called softly.

“Yeah, nope. Definitely not,” you choked out, spinning around and barreling through the nearest door. You stumbled back into the old house, breath heaving.

Dean turned to you, startled. "What the hell just happened?"

You grabbed his arms for balance. "Shining... You had to talk about The Shining, Dean?"

Realization dawned, and Dean smirked despite himself. "Well, at least you didn’t run into Jack."

"You're hilarious," you muttered dryly, brushing past him and heading toward the stairs. "You know what? Next time, I'll just stick with Sam."

Dean looked mock-offended, following close behind. "Traitor."

—

The next case took you to a small coastal town, where people were inexplicably drowning—on dry land. Dean’s skepticism was clear as Sam recounted the details from the newspaper clippings spread out on the diner table. Your stomach dropped as you recognized the case immediately: Bela Talbot, the ghost ship, the cursed sailor's hand—this was going to be messy.

Sam sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. “People don’t just drown standing in their living rooms. What could even do this?”

Dean shot him a pointed look. “Well, Sammy, that's why we're here.” He then turned his attention to you, eyebrows raised expectantly. "Unless someone’s feeling generous with spoilers today?"

You hesitated, biting your lip. They'd gotten comfortable enough to ask you for hints about cases, knowing you'd watched the show and had an unfair advantage. Dean, of course, was more than happy to exploit this newfound resource.

"Well?" Dean prompted, leaning forward with a hopeful smirk. "What are we dealing with? Ghost? Vengeful spirit? Some angry mermaid?"

You rolled your eyes lightly, but a small smile slipped through your attempt at seriousness. "It's a spirit, tied to a cursed object—the Hand of Glory. Bela's after it too, so you already know it's not going to be straightforward."

Dean groaned loudly, rubbing his temples. "Great, Bela. As if we weren't having enough fun already."

"Just don’t trust her," you warned firmly. "She'll pretend to help, but the second she gets a chance, she'll screw you over."

Sam nodded slowly, eyes thoughtful. "So, the ghost ship sightings—they’re connected to this?"

You nodded. "Yeah, it's the sailor’s spirit killing people who've spilled innocent blood. You'll need to destroy the Hand of Glory, but Bela's gonna get in your way. She plans to steal it from the Maritime Museum, so you guys need to get to it first."

Dean gave you an appreciative look, a slow grin pulling at his lips. "See, Sammy? Having Y/N around has its perks."

Sam shook his head with a small smile, clearly relieved to have at least part of the mystery solved. "Alright, let's move quickly then."

And move quickly you did. With your guidance, the three of you managed to snag the Hand of Glory before Bela could interfere, neatly avoiding her usual complications. Bela showed up eventually, irritation plain on her face when she realized you guys had beaten her to the punch.

"How did you find it so fast?" she demanded, folding her arms as her eyes narrowed suspiciously at Dean.

Dean shot you a brief glance, lips twitching into a knowing smirk. "Sorry, sweetheart. Can't give away trade secrets."

Bela's gaze shifted sharply toward you, clearly assessing. You smiled sweetly, giving a tiny wave. "Nice to meet you, Bela."

She didn’t reply, only eyed you suspiciously before turning her attention back to Dean. "Well, if you're smart, you'll get rid of it immediately. The thing's nasty business."

"Already taken care of," Dean drawled, eyes glinting mischievously. "Thanks for the tip though."

With a frustrated sigh, Bela turned on her heel and vanished into the night. Dean chuckled, nudging your shoulder gently. "Now that? That was satisfying."

You laughed lightly, shaking your head. "Glad to help."

Sam gave you a grateful nod. "Definitely saved us a lot of trouble. We definitely owe you for this one.”

Dean grinned, “Looks like having you around isn’t such a pain in the ass after all.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, relaxing into the easy atmosphere. “You’re welcome, Winchester.”

—

The next day, after a long night's drive and checking into another tacky motel, you sat cross-legged on the bed, flipping channels while Dean cleaned his weapons. Sam had gone to grab dinner, leaving the two of you alone.

"Dean," you sighed. "Your taste in motels sucks."

He didn’t look up. "It’s a subtle art. I wouldn’t expect a beginner like you to appreciate it."

"Oh, I’m sorry. Is that why every room smells like wet dog and cigarettes?"

Dean finally looked up and grinned. "That’s called ambiance."

You rolled your eyes and stretched. The silence between you felt easy.

Eventually, you rolled onto your stomach, watching him work. "Teach me?"

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You want to learn how to clean guns?"

You shrugged. "Might as well make myself useful."

He nodded toward the chair. "Alright. Come here."

You joined him, and he handed you a shotgun, carefully explaining each step. As you worked side by side, your shoulders brushed occasionally, and you committed every instruction to memory.

"You catch on quick," he said eventually.

You smiled. "Well, I’ve got a good teacher."

Dean cleared his throat and glanced away, his voice going casual again. "Don’t let it get to your head."

You laughed softly and nudged him with your shoulder, settling back into the task in content silence.

—

The next morning, you leaned against the hood of the Impala, sipping your coffee. Dean stood beside you, squinting toward Sam, who was reading obituaries nearby.

"You know," you said, watching Dean. "I’ve been meaning to ask—think I could drive the Impala sometime?"

Dean nearly choked. "Nice try, sweetheart. But absolutely not."

You bumped his arm. "Oh, come on. I drive a manual, and I’m great behind the wheel."

Dean raised an eyebrow. "You? Handling Baby? You’re kidding."

You crossed your arms. "Dude, I’ve never stalled once."

He shook his head. "Still not happening. Baby stays in my very capable hands."

You sighed. "Just wait. You’ll cave eventually."

Dean smiled into his coffee. "Keep dreaming."

Sam finally returned, newspaper in hand. "Guys, found our next case."

Dean nudged you. "See? Sammy’s more useful than you. I don’t hear him begging to touch my car."

You scoffed. "That’s because he already knows you’d never trust him behind the wheel."

Sam shook his head. "You two done flirting?"

Dean straightened instantly. "Shut up, Sammy."

You flushed, laughing awkwardly. Dean changed the subject quickly, running over the case details.

—

Over time, road trips with the Winchesters became easier. You laughed more, Dean relaxed more, and Sam grew accustomed to your constant bickering. Somewhere along the way, you became a part of their weird little world.

Dean smiled more around you—not that he’d admit it. And while you remained happily unaware, Sam saw it all. He saw how Dean looked at you, how your laughter softened him. He understood what was happening between you both... even if neither of you did yet.

[nkn0va]

Cuddling headcanons for Judgement, Justice and Lucifer from Helltaker.

I was in the progress of playing Second Circle but my laptop committed fucking seppuku so it's gonna be a while longer before I get back to it. Fuck it, we ball.

-Getting Judgment of all people to cuddle with you is going to quickly prove to be quite the task. She doesn't really know how to drop the high prosecutor mask anymore.

-It's gonna take some time to wear down at it, even after you're already in a relationship with her. She wants to be more intimate, she really does, but her pride and stubbornness just get in the way so much.

-You're gonna have to pick up on the cues that she's really comfortable around you. It'll take a while and they're pretty damn hard to spot but they'll still be there. You'll have to make the first move though as you usually do.

-As soon as you come out and say it the cracks in Judgement's shell will start to really show before she ends up nervously agreeing, though only if you're asking to sleep together with her so she has an excuse to do so.

-Despite the cold gray tone of her skin she's actually quite warm, and soft underneath all the battle equipment when she takes it off. She will have to keep her hair out of your face though with how long it is.

-She's clearly a tad uncomfortable with being vulnerable, however once you wake up the next morning she's unusually still asleep when she's normally the first to wake up and spooning you tightly to her body. You definitely need to do this more often.

-Justice is practically the opposite of her successor. She's cool and confident, and that translates into a relationship pretty well. The Awesome Demon's down for practically anything.

-You probably don't even need to ask her. Once she's close enough to you, which probably won't be very long, she's gonna just start pulling you close to her when you're sitting down together watching TV or something (Well, 'watching' with quotation marks in her case).

-No matter how nervous you might be when she first does it, it soon eventually just becomes a natural, unconscious thing that happens. Justice just has a way of making you feel at ease with her.

-She'll be fine with toning it down with company around if that's not really your thing but when she has her way, your arms are going around each other as you just sit/lie down doing whatever. You're pretty much attached when she's in a cozy mood.

-You should probably take her glasses off though when you two go to bed, she can turn and toss around sometimes and you don't need them getting broken. She's blind so sometimes she can just forget that they're there when she's about to sleep.

-The CEO of Hell herself is surprisingly alright with cuddling, at least once you've earned her affection enough. Depending on how you met that can take a varying amount of time.

-You'll have to appeal to the side of her that wants to be in charge all the time, probably asking her to cuddle you instead of you doing it together. Your word choice here matters a lot. Make it seem like she'd be doing it for you.

-She'll...dote on you in a somewhat derogatory way, that's really the most accurate way to put it, at least at the start before she truly warms up to you. She'll accept, if her S/O is truly that needy for her attention.

-Don't even try to be the big spoon, it's not going to affect her. She probably won't even notice unless you ask, to which you'll get a very tentative no. She's in charge, even in something as inconsequential as snuggling up to her S/O.

-She'll at least give you all the attention you need. She just finds you oddly adorable in her arms like this, for a normal human at least. Don't expect to be getting up anytime soon.

-Huge ara ara vibes from her to be honest. Though she won't go much further down the intimacy rabbit hole, you'll have to earn that. For now though she's perfectly content having her cute little human cuddled up to her like this like a pet. At least that's the impression she seems to be trying to give you.

[zarvasace]

If you're still taking writing prompts- could we see some Shatterproof Legend? Maybe with him struggling with weather or not he wants to use an aid?

Sometimes aids can have drawbacks for the first minute or so (such as being weird until your body is used to it again, or puts a little extra pressure or weight on the person using it)

afaik canes are particularly bad about this. I still need to get one so this isn't personal experience but.

~500 words :)

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It's a good day for Legend—almost. It started without much pain at all, but now he's sitting in the cart after a shift pushing it, using a knife to cut up a block of cheese and handing it out to everyone for lunch on the road. 

Legend aches a little, but he doesn't strictly need to be here in the cart. In fact, his chest feels heavy with guilt about being here, and he's already made up his mind to get out as soon as possible. Hyrule is dealing with an injured shoulder, so his cane is less useful right now, and he's sitting on top of a pack of two. Four’s napping off some exhaustion, and definitely deserves it. There's room for about one more person, and while Legend is taking up that space right now, he sees Wind trailing behind, exhausted due to the same trip down a waterfall yesterday as Four. 

The problem that keeps Legend’s mind occupied is that all of his joints ache. The question isn't about whether he'll get out of the cart, but if he wants to use his cane. It'll help relieve pain on his worse leg, but it'll make his shoulder hurt more, and put a lot of strain on his better leg. He's miserable just thinking about it. 

But damn if that'll stop him. When everybody has eaten their fill of cheese and bread, Legend tucks the food away and hops out of the moving cart. He leaves behind his pack with everyone else’s, but brings along his cane, still undecided. 

Legend wanders to the back of the group and hits Wind’s shoulder for attention. 

Wind looks up, scowling, but Legend nods to the cart, and Wind’s expression relaxes. “Oh. You, uh, noticed?” 

“I'm paying attention,” Legend says quietly. “Go on, you need it.”

“Well, if you're insisting.” Wind shrugs and runs to catch up to the cart. He launches himself inside and takes the little space left with a relieved sigh. Hyrule greets him with a grin and an enthusiastic hello. 

Legend tosses his cane back and forth between his hands, walking a bit more slowly than he should be to keep up appearances. He sighs and decides to do what he can—he puts his cane in the right place in his hand and falls into the familiar gait, already feeling the strain on his shoulder and opposite knee. 

Suddenly, Warriors is there next to him, signing. “And what about you?” 

“What about me?” Legend scowls. 

Warriors just raises an eyebrow. 

“I'll be fine.” Legend flaps his hand as if he could wave away Warriors’s fretting. “Stop giving me that look. This is about cost reduction, not elimination. I know how to keep my mouth shut, Wind would be complaining all day.” That's a bit uncharitable of him, and they both know it isn't quite true, but it's better to blame Legend's selflessness on that than to call it what it is. 

“It’s a late start tomorrow, then,” Warriors says. It means he won't argue with Legend’s decision. 

Legend shrugs. “Yeah maybe. Sorry.”

“Cost reduction,” Warriors repeats, nudging Legend with his elbow.

[windvexer]

if i want to give an offering thats a physical item, like lets say a necklace, how exactly would that work? would i declare its an offering and just leave it there for them forever? would there be a time when i should/could reclaim it? do i have to charge it from that point forward? would i have to toss it eventually? organic offerings like food can be buried, or like smoke will dissipate. im not sure how to handle more solid things, and it feels especially difficult as a closeted witch. what if my roommate picks it up and moves or uses it? sorry i have a lot of questions lol, thanks for reading all this! i love ur blog, youre very smart!

Good morning! Lots of variables to this one.

Giving of, storing, and reclaiming nondegradable offerings is a thing that has Rules in many traditions and cultures, and it's wise to examine any within which you're operating. I'm recalling that there are serious taboos against taking back gifts from the Dead, or wearing jewelry owned by the Dead, in Hellenism (?).

I'm hesitant to say that this one should be totally based on the vibes so definitely try to do some research.

If you haven't got any rules, as it were, here are some options:

You don't have to charge nondegradable offerings forever, or even once, unless the charge is a part of the offering/offering ritual.

You can dedicate an object to an entity while keeping it in your possession and continuing to use it. This can be a great way to form a bond with that entity. Knowing that the necklace belongs to, say, Aphrodite, and that it's her possession, but that you still wear it, can be a powerful way to connect to her. This arrangement should be established at the time of dedication (it doesn't do well to give a gift and then appear to take-backsies).

Intuition or lore may advise that certain entities aren't going to agree to this arrangement, but as long as you don't feel a very strong "no! wrong" feeling, you should be good to go.

Another complication is dedicating objects to entities that have an aura you really don't want to carry around with you. Radium is a powerful entity with a powerful aura but you shouldn't carry him around with you, you know?

You can also leave objects on an altar or shrine and periodically clean them all out, perhaps when the altar gets full or at an established time (like, on holidays). Intuition may advise if the entity would like to hold on to some special gifts, but that others can be safely removed.

I might donate things to charities, or frankly if something has little value and the entity doesn't want it any more, throw it away.

If an object is gifted to an entity with no established arrangement that you or anyone else can use it, it's your responsibility to put the item in a protected space where it won't be used. Some entities might not care, but the risk of offense is always possible, and it'll be on you to soothe those waters.

Offered objects don't have to be on display or in full view. You can store them in closed boxes or bags. You can also put those containers under the bed or in a closet.

Overall though it pays to be selective in what objects you gift to an entity precisely because figuring out what to do with it can be a bit of a hassle. I tend to gift nondegradable objects very selectively and use them as an object of connection and honor. So it wouldn't be typical for me to gift an object with an assumption that I'll want to reclaim it in a few months or needing a backup plan for how to get rid of it.