#considering what he was going trough

[princessbrunette]

bountyhunter!rafe finally trusted you to sit behind him on the horse. he knew you weren’t going to jump off and take off. where would you go? you were in the middle of nowhere.

for a while you were lethargic, cheek pressed to rafe’s warm back with the only sound for a long time being the clip-clopping of horse shoes on the desert sand. you had a hat balanced on your head today. one like the ones rafe wore, all cowboyish. he said he wouldn’t be able to deal with you getting all sick from the sun. after a while, rafe breaks the silence — which is surprising, because usually he’s too grumpy to converse.

“collectin’ another bounty today… by the way.” he informs you, and you lift your head, glancing at the small town appearing on the horizon before you.

“hm?”

“yeah uh, some chick. ‘bout your age. apparently shes been stickin’ her nose where it doesn’t belong so uh, yeah. gotta hand her off to some outlaw.” he shrugs, focused on what’s infront of him. an unfamiliar and grotesque feeling slides down from your chest and settles in your stomach. a girl. your age.

“why have you gotta do that? you don’t need to be catching more bounties. where’s she gonna go anyway? there’s no more room on the horse.” you huff, still a little disorientated from being in and out of a nap against rafe’s back.

“we’re not going anywhere on the horse, kid. she’s up in this town here. did some real bad stuff, i’m talkin’ real slimy criminal shit. gonna hold her up in a motel with me ‘til the guy comes n’gets her. i’ll get my pay and — and don’t worry alright, you’re not gonna be in any danger you’ll be waiting in the diner across the street so… it’s fine.” he sounds a little irritated to be explaining it all to you. the thought of him in a motel alone with this girl pushed some immature feelings to the surface, some that you weren’t proud of.

“what do you need more money for?” you’re getting whiny now and you see his jaw clench.

“you think it’s cheap draggin’ you from town to town? paying for— for your little motel trips and food? no. i gotta take care of us ‘cause you’re no good for any of that.” he lectures you, and you dig your fingernails into the saddle.

“you don’t need her! find someone else.” you raise your voice a little, and surprisingly— rafe doesn’t say a thing. however, the silence does little to soothe you. in a moment, he arrives to a fence and jumps off before yanking you down and ropes up his horse to the wooden panel, planning on leaving it there for the day with the trough and bowl of water nearby. when he’s set the horse up, he turns back to you — looking at you like he’d just noticed you were there as he walks right up to you, wiping his hands on his jeans. leaning down to your height, he speaks more quietly with a pissed off edge to his voice.

“i’on wanna hear any more jealous tantrums today, a’ight? i’m doin’ this — for, for— hey—” when you look away shamefully with a pout he grips your jaw and turns you back to look at him. “i’m doin’ this for us. for you. alright so… so you should be thanking me if anything.” he blinks grouchily before letting go and swaggering past you, assuming you’d follow. you did.

you sat in that diner for hours. he’d set you up with a platter of buttered waffles and grits and sausages— all things that were considered a luxury when travelling out on the open desert. he’d taken one more glance at your sad little face peering up at him before heading out the door, with no more than a demand not to talk or look at anyone whilst he’s gone. it was a risk leaving you there, you both knew it — but some things just had to be done. it was more of a risk to take you with him anyway.

you felt all sick and anxious the whole time he was gone. not just because you were on your own surrounded by strangers and mysterious cowboys, but because you couldn’t stop imagining rafe in there with that girl. a motel room. you wondered if they both sat on the bed together. whether they talked, shared experiences. maybe he showed a bit of remorse to her, like he did with you. she was a criminal after all, just like him — perhaps he’ll decide she’s a more worthy partner to travel with, now that he’d decided to keep you all to himself instead of handing you off. maybe they’ll kiss. maybe he won’t come back to get you.

your spiralling thoughts are interrupted by rafe arriving back at your side hours later. he glances at the plate of untouched food and presses his lips together, about to tell you off for wasting his money. when you look round at him, your eyes are all red and there are tears on your cheeks. whatever words he was about to spew die in on his tongue and he sighs, crouching down beside where you sit in the booth.

“hey. what happened?”

you don’t say anything, opting to look at your hands instead. he sighs, biting his tongue before standing back up to full height. “alright. move up.” he gives you a light push to signal you to move up along the worn leather bench and you do so.

once sat besides you, he grabs your cutlery and starts to fork up a mouthful to feed you. “you gotta eat, okay? i paid for this shit.” he speaks softly, lifting the fork to your lips and shovelling it in as soon as you open them just a little.

“its cold.” you garble miserably as he shovels a few mouthfuls past his own lips, hungry after the day he’d had.

“should’ve thought of that, alright— open.” he feeds you another mouthful. you give in, realising now that you were so hungry that you didn’t even mind the food being cold. relaxing a little, you lean against his shoulder slightly, deflating as he feeds you. “yeah, see. spoiled.” he mutters.

you head back to the motel as the sun goes down, your skin feeling relieved of the constant beating down of the sun, replaced by a cooler breeze over the dunes. the motel is an old and rickety one, but it would do. rafe had purchased the room until tomorrow, so the two of you figured you’d use it and get a good nights sleep. he dumps the bags by the door when you enter, and you walk in slowly — taking a look around. your stomach cramps with that feeling again as you look at the bed. the sheets were still tidy, and made — but you still wondered.

rafe follows your eyes as he walks in behind you, glancing between you and the bed. “what? not good enough?” he shrugs a shoulder.

“did she sit on the bed?” you ask quietly and he squints.

“wh— who? the bounty?”

you nod and he scoffs, wandering past you. “no. locked that bitch in the bathroom, alright — she wouldn’t shutup.”

you know it’s wrong, and you shouldn’t. but you feel this sick sense of pride, like in a way you’d won something. you were not sure what exactly, but it satisfied a side to you that you didn’t know you had.

he clocks onto the small, prideful smile on your face and he blinks, resisting an eye roll.

“jesus christ. c’mere, yeah?”

rafe sits on the bed, spreading his legs and patting a knee for you to sit down. you do so without question, in disbelief that there was a time that you’d scream, cry and refuse anything like that. once you’re perching on him, he speaks.

“not getting rid of you, alright— i can see that look on your face. y’know it’s a little ridiculous getting jealous i—i kidnapped you, kind of. okay? but that’s… in the past now. i’m with you. just… behave… and cheer up. paid for the food, paid for the motel — you’re lucky i don’t put you to work to earn your keep.” he pats your ass, signalling for you to stand. “now go shower. we’re leavin’ this place at sun up.”

you wander towards the screen bathroom door before turning back round to look at him with a small and demure smile.

“i’m just happy you came back to get me.”

rafe raises an eyebrow. “the hell are you talking about? i will always come back for you.”

[u5an5]

Just watched Deadpool & Wolverine with polish subs based on dub and I have to be honest, there's much more funny stuff than I expected, considering that the rest of it made me glad I'm not watching it with actual dub

So, things that picked my interest:

Instead "207 when I watch Gossip Girl" he straight up says "207 when I watch porn" (Gossip Girl isn't especialy popular show here so reference wouldn't mean anything for majority of audience anyway, but to straight up say it instead replacing it?)

"Ok peanut, 'guess we're getting that team-up after all" got replaced with "Okej ptysiu, nie ma to jak seks grupowy", which translates to "Okay cutiepie, nothing better than group sex" (??? we're still in the first 5 minutes of the movie)

"you know what they say, when one door closes, your locker at work opens" translated to "Jak to mówią… Jak zamykają od przodu, to ładujesz się od tyłu" which translates roughly to "Like they say... when they close the front, you get in the behind" which I find kinda funny

Peters line about seeing Wade in suit comes of gayish cause he doesn't say he wants to see him in the suit again, he wants to LOOK at him in it again, you know what I mean

intead "This guy looks ready to throw it all away for me" he says "This cutie would gladly get hugged by my bowels" which is a lot more straightforward than I expected

Wades spiel to comic acurate height Wolverine is much more insulting and instead being all "what a cwute short king you awe" translates to "Oh fuck, a furball dwarf? Was there even dwarf like that? Furballs mommy drank lots of booze when she was pregnant? Maybe daddy was a ratferret? Don't even come near me, 'cause you surely have ticks"

"I need you to come with me, right now" to "Zapraszam cię na randke, i to natychmiast" meaning "I invite you to a date, and I mean right now" (Logan replies with "Złotko, nie kręci mnie to" which translates to "Sweetie, I'm not diggin' it" and by "it" I'm honestly not sure if he means Wade himself, the fact that Wade said he's only here because he's the Wolverine just a second ago, or because his suit looks like fetish gear)

"It's quite common to Wolverines after 40" to "It's normal when going trough menopause, I get it"

they replaced "peanut" to different endearments to not be repetive but the most often used one is "ptysiu" (ptyś is a choux pastry; if I had to translate it as english endearment, I'd go with cutiepie). its cute imo

Logans "bub" also got replaced by endearments/insults losely fitting situation but the stupidest one has to be Logan calling Johnny "misiu", which translates to "little bear" and let me tell you, it's HILARIOUS cause it's equvalent of calling a random guy "sweetie" but in the "your grandma asking if you want seconds (yes you do, no you don't have any say)" way

"my boy's wicked strong" is translated to "mój chłopak zna się na rzeczy". It's slightly like the papi situation from spanish dub cause yes, "chłopak"'s direct translation is often "boyfriend" but it is also used as "boy", "guy" or "dude", usualy towards guys younger/about the same age as you. However, the addition of "mój"/"mine, my" makes it much more angled towards boyfriend, wherever they wanted to or not. There are at least three different ways to translate it and make it less gae I know and the've still chosen this one.

They made, in my opinion, the "its a common curtesy to ask" "Its good thing I don't give a fuck" lines better by translating them to "you shoud've ask, thats polite thing to do" "and you can politely fuck off"

they replaced Star Trek reference with Star Wars one, using Han Solo instead Spock and idk. on one hand they did it to THE spirk moment but on the other they made, and I may be reaching, but it seems like covert reference to "I know" scene so ??? (star trek is nowewhere near as known as star wars here so they would probs replace it either way but it also can be just "star trek and star wars sound so much alike, they have to be basically the same, right?" haha joke)

them instead innuendos using the most over the top forms of insult that no one ever heard is kinda funny but only because I only had to read them; if I ever heard somone call somebody "kutasina" irl I would find a way for at least one of us to not be able to hear anything ever again ("cockleter" is my best attempt to recreate this horseshit)

If you guys want to share some treasures from your native dubs/subs, feel free to

[thepenguinweeb]

`` Just close your pretty little eyes and you won't feel a thing. ``

[ ☆ Yandere!Fyodor x ADA!reader ]

[ ☆ In the wild chase the search for Fyodor Dostoevsky proved to be, you get separated from your partners and end up face to face with the man himself. Even though his face is new for you, unbeknownst to you, he'd made himself quite familiar with yours. ]

You ran trough the halls, ready to fight at any given moment. You thought you managed to sneak into the supposed base very well - Fyodor could sense that as he watched you trough his screens.

He'd been doing that for some time. He had cameras watching everywhere you went, so he could spend every waking moment with you. He knew everything about you at this point, and he planned to use all that knowledge.

And now he watched as you, Atsushi and Akutagawa got separated. It was all part of his plan, of course. He decided he wanted to see you in person as soon as possible, and while he originally didn't want to come to this place himself, he did it for you.

Trough small, almost unnoticable signs he guided you ever-so-closely to the room he currently occupied.

Then, he heard the door open.

Cautiously, you took a few steps inside. It didn't take long before you felt an arm circle around your neck.

"Atsu-!!" You tried to call out to your friend before you were silenced by a hand covering your mouth.

"Shh..." Fyodor whispered into your ear. "It won't hurt. Just close your pretty little eyes, and you won't feel a thing."

When you gained conciousness again, you found yourself in an unknown room. It was decorated quite fancily, and the lighting made it seem cozy enough - or, it would've, if you didn't feel something tie you down to a chair.

"Ah.. you're awake, моя любовь."

You turned your head to see a man who you presumed to be Fyodor, based on his russian accent and words. He was cutting up apple slices with an eerily calm grin, considering he had someone tied up in his room.

"Let me go," you demanded, skipping the questions and getting straight to the point. You guessed he probably wouldn't want to answer.

He looked at you with an almost surprised expression - though, his eyes were a labyrinth of emptiness, giving away none of his feelings.

"Let you go?" He repeated. "Nobody is stopping you from leaving. Though.." his voice lowered, which sent you shivers down your spine. "You should be aware of the consequences."

Your eyes widened as you tried to understand. What could these consequences be? But, as if sensing your confusion, Fyodor went on.

"That Atsushi boy," he said. "He means quite a lot to you, yes? That bracelet on your right hand is from him, hm?"

You were shocked at how spot on he was. But how could he know so much, when you've only just met him? It didn't make sense!

"Well, whatever the case," he continued on as you didn't reply and glanced at you while holding the knife close to him. "I imagine you would be quite angry if something were to happen to him."

"What did you do to him?"

Fyodor let out a chuckle at how protective you sounded. "Nothing. Not yet."

You were about to retort when things clicked in your mind. He was using Atsushi to get you to stay with him.. what a sicko.

He put down the knife and walked towards you, an apple in one hand. He stopped in front of you and leaned down to cup your cheek in his free hand.

"So," he continued with a grin. "I would suggest you stay with me, if you worry about that boy's safety."

Not knowing what else to do, you nodded in compliance. He held out the apple for you, but given your hands were tied, you took a bite without them.

"Oh, look at you," he whispered. Soon, your vision had started to get blurrier and blurrier, until your head slumped down and you fell unconcious once more.

"Rest now, little detective," he said, planting a kiss on your head. "It seems I was able to catch you first."

A/N: Fyodor woohoo!! Sorry for all the bsd content yall but it's literally my fav anime. I love this man, he's so cool, and he'd be such a creepy and terrifying yandere.

Dividers by @/rookthornesartistry, ty!!

[makethatelevenrings]

Torture and Trust // S. Riley x f!reader

warnings: waterboarding, reader is physically hit and tortured, reader is threatened with sexual assault in one (1) line, canon-typical violence, swearing

A part two to this but also doesn't need to be read before this. I'm kind of making a little universe in my head but idk. We vibin'.

It was the shock of cold water smashing against your face that woke you up. To be honest, you weren’t really asleep. You had been drifting between the space between consciousness and sleep, lured there from a few nasty hits to the head and exhaustion.

It was supposed to be a simple recon mission before the rest of the team came in to aid the retrieval of an asset. It was a warehouse tucked away in the streets of Tokyo that was apparently the hub of a human trafficking ring. MI5 had tasked the military to dispatch a SpecOps team since British citizens were targeted, something that had you grumbling under your breath because it shouldn’t take someone’s fucking citizenship to determine if they needed help. Explosives would be a bad idea considering how metropolitan the area was, even if it wasn’t very busy in this area. So you and Lieutenant Riley were tasked with figuring out a solid entry point and a tally of guards.

Simon had agreed to split up so he could canvass the west side of the building and see how many guards were stationed while you took the east side. It just so happened that the second-in-command to shithead in charge himself spotted the flash of your rifle scope and the next thing you know, you were strapped to a chair in the middle of the warehouse.

Your chest heaved as you caught your breath and you let out a small laugh as you regarded the two men in front of you. Being in the SAS, you were no secret to torture. Everyone knew that one step of the training was to go through seventy-two hours of pure hell and sleep deprivation to see who broke and who didn’t. This was child’s play compared to that.

“Your swing is getting better,” you said through bloodied teeth. “But that follow through is what we need to work on.”

A hand fisted in the back of your head and shoved your forward, directly into the trough of water they had placed in front of you. Waterboarding was always an interesting exercise. You knew it was coming and had inhaled sharply, focusing your attention on anything but the air slowly leaking from your lungs as he held you in there for maybe a minute. Your thoughts drifted to other things, like the ramen you and Simon split in the safehouse the night before. It had been a few months since he grew comfortable enough with taking the mask off in front of you so now you savored the few moments you saw of his face. He seemed almost tentative without his mask, as though he was aware of how beastly his scars made him look.

You pondered over if he knew just how beautiful he was.

They yanked you back out of the water and you didn’t know what time it was. It was certainly darker than it had been when you were first nabbed from your lookout point. Certainly long enough that Simon was aware of your predicament. So that meant you were running out of time. Two in front of you, three guards behind. Your hands strained against the rope and duct tape mixture that bound your wrists and ankles to the sides of the chairs.

“Who do you work for?” the boss hissed. You blinked up at him innocently through the water that clung to your lashes and shrugged.

“Can’t a girl just chill around here? God forbid women do anything.” You braced yourself for a hit that never came. Instead, he grabbed your jaw and squeezed, forcing your teeth to clack together with a sharp jolt and a bite to your tongue, adding more blood to mix with the cuts already present from the lackluster punches delivered earlier.

“Not with that level of weaponry. Try again.”

“You got me. I’m one of Santa’s elves and he wanted to make sure you were being a good boy this year. I’d hate to let him know that-” Your words were cut off as you were shoved back into the water. Ramen. How many meals had you two shared at this point? He had even started bringing you dinner to your office since he could take his mask off there rather than in the chow hall. You wouldn’t lie, you were starting to get tired. Your lungs burned from the fight to breathe and inhale the water, but you tried to shut off the small part of your brain that sent up signals of panic.

You didn’t need to worry, you reminded yourself. Just hold on a little longer.

“If you don’t start giving me real answers, maybe I’ll let some of our clients get it out of you. They’d love that,” the boss snarled when you were let up for air. Your gut tugged uncomfortably at the implication. It was always something that you had to keep in the back of your mind. Being a woman, military or not, always meant that it was a threat held over your head, simply for existing. It was why you were so eager to destroy their whole operation.

“How about you go fuck yourself?” Gathering up the blood and spit in your mouth, you forced your tongue back and then spat the putrid mix all over his face and the pristine white collar of his shirt. Rage flickered across his face and he stood up straight.

“Get me the pliers. If she won’t talk, we’ll make sure she screams.”

Well, you mused, what was a few less nails and teeth except less maintenance?

As his little goon walked off to whatever evil lair table of doom they had set up, your ears tuned into the silence around you. The typical sounds of the city met your ears, along with…there.

“I’m afraid, boys, that you’re out of time,” you said softly. A smile tugged painfully at your swollen and cut lips but you pushed past the pain. “This has been fun, truly, but I can’t lie and say I’ll miss you.”

The boss’ hand was heavy on the back of your neck as he held you down into the water. Even through the distorted splashes and fuzziness in your mind, you could hear five audible pops. You knew what they saw in their last moments. You knew that the Ghost emerged from the shadows, steps silent despite the fact that he was more muscle than man, and you knew that these men felt fear seconds before a bullet silenced their cruel minds.

He tugged you up out of the water and you inhaled deeply, the sound harsh and grating on your sensitive ears. Blinking the water out of your eyes, you came face to face with a mask that most said elicited a bone deep terror in them.

But not you.

“Right on time,” you panted. He said nothing as he cut the bindings holding you down and inspected the way that they had rubbed some of your skin away, leaving it tender and bleeding. Simon turned to look at the leader of all of this and you realized that he didn’t kill him. The man was dragging himself towards his discarded gun on the ground, blood oozing from his ruined kneecap. Ghost stalked towards him and lifted him up and away from his weapon. He regarded the little weasel coolly and then glanced back at you. You tried to push yourself up and out of the chair but your legs shook under you and instead, you collapsed back against the metal.

“Warehouse is clear,” Soap announced as he, Gaz, and Price entered. “Christ, bonnie, you look like shite.”

“You charmer,” you muttered. Gaz rushed to your side to help you up and you were grateful for your team. Your friends.

“This him?” Price asked as he joined Simon.

“Yeah.” It was the first time he’d spoken since he entered the building. “Keep him alive. I want to be the one to interrogate him.”

If it were anyone else, Price would agree. But seeing the slight tremor in Simon’s hands where he gripped the man’s suit jacket and then looking over to where Gaz was supporting your half-conscious form, he knew that putting Simon alone in a room with the man would result in a very messy clean up.

“We’ll worry about that when we get them back to base,” Price said. “We need to get her to medical.”

Four days into your medical leave and you were growing antsy. Soap and Gaz tried to keep you entertained and Price offered you an opportunity to yell at some cadets, but you were bored. You missed moving your body more than just the walk from your room to your office to the chow hall and back. But the doctor had threatened to strap you to a bed for a week while you let your body get back to normal after, and her words were, “you got your shit rocked. I know you SpecOps bastards think you’re invincible but anyone would need to take a fucking break after being tortured.” So, here you were, sitting in your office and writing up a mission plan for another team because Price knew you were getting twitchy without anything to do.

Two knocks, sharp and perfunctory, caught your attention. You called for whoever it was to enter, but you already knew who it would be. How many times had he laid that same knock upon your door? You once said that he might as well move into your office and he had regarded it for a moment thoughtfully, as if he was genuinely considering it.

“Four days of silence from you. Thought I did something wrong,” you commented lightly as Ghost entered and shut the door behind him. He didn’t take his usual seat, the plush wheelie chair you invested in when you joined the team and realized that he wasn’t leaving anytime soon. Simon dropped a tray onto your desk and then stalked away, his shoulders tense and bristling like a scared cat.

A quick glance at the time confirmed that your trap had worked. He always noticed if you missed a meal, usually because you were invested in something you were working on. Everyone had their own quirk or vice and that was yours.

He brought you beef stew over rice, a quintessential British meal that was surprisingly appetizing despite the cook’s minimal care. A shiny red apple sat beside it and, as if he read your thoughts, Simon whirled around and yanked it off of the tray. He extracted a knife from his pocket and started to carve the apple into slices that he dropped onto the tray and then turned around and began to stare at the wall once more. You simply grabbed one of the slices and chewed on it while waiting for him to speak.

“That was stupid,” his rough voice broke the silence. You scoffed and stopped chewing.

“What, getting captured? I didn’t fucking plan on it.”

“No. For not trying to escape.”

A dry, startled laugh escaped you and you scrubbed the heel of your hand over your forehead. “Five men with guns and me with nothing, tied to a chair. Yeah, fair chance of running without a bullet in the back.”

“You didn’t even try.”

“I didn’t have to. I knew you were coming.”

He turned to glare at you from behind that infamous mask and you cocked your head to the side. “That doesn’t scare me, Simon, and you know it. Take the mask off.”

He hesitated and then reached up and yanked it off, revealing the sharp line of his jaw, the scars around his mouth, and those freckles that speckled across his nose and cheeks. You could see him better and, therefore, read him better. His eyes told you he was angry. His tight jaw told you he was scared.

“You can’t just sit there and fucking die because you’re waiting for me, you can’t do that.”

“Why? You’re my teammate. I trust that you would come for me.”

“What if I hadn’t?” You shook your head at his question, at the absurdity of it. Was he hearing himself? Was he that consumed by whatever foolish notion that had somehow worked its way into his head? You pushed away from your desk and stood up so you could cross the floor to stand toe to toe with him. 

“What if what if what if, fuck the what ifs, Simon. You. Wouldn’t. Leave. Me. Behind.” Each word was punctuated with a jab to his chest.

“And what if I had been injured, yeah? What then?” God, he was insufferable.

“You really mean to tell me that you wouldn’t crawl through broken glass to get to one of us.”

“That’s not the point!”

“Would you have this conversation with Soap or Gaz or Price? Then why are you so insistent about it with me? I was doing my job. Are you saying I can’t trust you? Trust my team? Because I can. I do. Don’t start telling me I shouldn’t.”

“You can. For fuck’s sake, you can.”

“You said it yourself, Simon, this job is dangerous and I knew the risks going in so I don’t know why you’re so insistent on thi-“

He tasted like nicotine and mint gum with maybe a hint of gunpowder, something so uniquely him. His lips pressed against yours with surprising gentleness and he cradled your face between his hands like you were the most precious glass figure he’d ever held. You fisted your hands in the lapels of his uniform jacket and sank into his touch. His fingers traced the skin of your cheeks, careful to not irritate the cuts you sustained days prior, and down to cup the back of your neck to draw you closer. A soft whimper escaped you at the sensation of his strong body pressing against yours.

You could easily hold your own in a fight, but the knowledge that this Adonis of a man was by your side through the hell of war was a comfort.

You needed to breathe but it wasn’t the painful reminder like it was when being tortured. His hands slid from your neck to cradling your jaw as you pulled away, settling back down on your heels.

“Don’t make me bury you,” he whispered, his forehead still pressed against yours.

You nodded, too dazed to say anything noteworthy. His thumbs stroked over your jaw and you blinked up at him.

“Was that a one time thing to shut me up or…”

“Fuckin’ insufferable, you are,” he grunted but leaned down to kiss you sweetly. There wasn’t much you could associate with Simon Riley and being sweet, but the tenderness in his touch made you want to hold him and keep him away from the world that had hurt him.

You felt his fingers brush against a nasty bruise on your jaw from a well aimed hit and saw his eyes darken.

“Did you question him already?”

“We’ve got a list of buyers that MI6 and Laswell are confirming right now,” he affirmed. Good. The mission was a success then.

“And how did you get this information?” you asked.

You met the gaze of the Ghost and didn’t flinch. He chuckled low and deep in his chest and tilted your chin up so he could see one of the cuts better.

“I did everything he did to you,” he said fiercely. "But I made sure it was permanent."

You moved your hand up to tangle with the short hair at the base of his neck and pressed your lips against his. Pulling back so just a small gap separated you, you murmured out a single sentence.

"I trusted you would."

[dicipher]

SPOILERS for homicipher lore

the hand is not Chopped's hands. He specifies MEETING it. Therefor it's a seperate entity. Ypu'l also notice that it moves independently from Chopped, touching the hand does not stimulate Chopped, he doesn't feel it, confirming this.

Silvair was the one to chop of Chopped's body. This is said. If we also go off the fact he chops Adami if we attack him too easily, we can safely assume Chopped was a human that was transformed into a resident as well. Which would be a confirmed 'ex human' character

On that note, Adami notes her hair graying after staying in the world too long. Other characters with gray hair includes the hairdresser and Silvair. Does that relate to anything? Maybe not. But if hair becoming lighter is a result of humans exposure to the other world, that could include us, silvair, hairdresser, hugeface, chopped (even if his hair is not gray, black could lighten into grey, and brown could lighten into pale orange in his case), while characters with dark hair (gap, crawling, scarlet) could be native to the other world..... it's very possible this is just unique to us though considering everything else that's special about Adami.

Gap lacks a body, heart, etc, but he does have hands. Gap also is able to 'teleport' trough these places, like wormholes, since he's able to drag us trough places that should never connect. He's also able to fit in any space so long as it is: dark enough.

Silvair purely 'likes' us as a science experiment. Yes he is polite, yes he is kind, but that should not be mistaken with empathy. He specifies, if you ask him if he likes you, that he does not. He finds you entertaining. And he specifies he does not understand 'like' (in japanese like and love are pretty much the same word, so this essentially translates to saying "i don't understand love"). (Though because we just asked, it could be him saying "i don't understand why you're thinking i love you") either way, Silvair does not think of us romantically.

Our ability to regenerate our body entirely seems special. Silvair points out he finds it interesting, and Silvair is able to do it too (saying he will regenerate after we kill him) whereas any other creature we are able to kill doesn't display that ability.

It's not ENTIRELY clear what kind of power names hold to their kind. Scarletella getting our name is obviously: not good™️, but us giving him a name seems to make him our servant in some way. If you say Silvair's name in his route, he looks confused, and is quiet for a bit. Perhaps because in a way, you named him in that moment. Names deeply correlate to a person's identity, and it seems residents either do not have names (are not born with them) or lose them following their transformation in some way. Unclear on that. But NAMES. NAMES RELEVANT.

Considering Human's presence (in the original, he speaks english, while everyone else (other human characters) speaks japanese), either the world has different ways of entering (stuff 'falling' into the world seems to confirm that the elevator is not the only way in/out, it's just the ghost apartments way in/out), or he's a foreigner who happened to go by....

Residents exclusively feed on flesh and blood. Interestingly, though. When first meeting Stitch, he seems surprised to see a human (pointing and exclaiming "human!", asks crawling a bunch of questions, and finally asks crawling permission to eat us, specifying "they could be tasty!", which could indicate that either humans are rare in some way, or that stitch has never personally seen one, or he could see them plenty and just be curious about all of them like he was for us. Considering some don't seem to even recognize us as human (Chopped introduces us as a resident to Silvair even though Silvair recognizes us as human right away. This is early story too, so we aren't residents yet.), i think i'm leaning towards the fact most resident don't know what a human even really looks like. Thus, what are they eating? Probably each other. The food on the painting's plate, the meat on Silvair's table, and the mush Silvair turns into if you kill him all look very simmilar. This is also 100% confirmed, since Crawling specifies the ears he found are a resident's, before eating them at the end of the interaction. So residents most definitely engage in cannibalism, and eating humans is probably not necessarily their primary diet. (Except for Scarletella who we were unknowingly giving tons of human meat to by bringing the bodies to the ghost apartments for disposal. That's like some stranger delivering tons of rare expensive food to your porch. I'd fall in love too buddy.

[pinescent-and-gingerbread]

Hi, how you doing, luv? I saw your requests were open so here I am!

I told this idea to a friend and we liked it so much I needed to see it written, and I love how you write Arthur!

I don't usually request/like low honor Arthur but hear me out! Low honor Arthur with a female reader and he's user her as his alibi whenever he goes on a killing spree. But she happily applies, smiling at the officers when she gets questioned like "it ain't him officer. how do I know that, you say? he was with me the whole time🤭" while Arthur quietly cleans the blood splatters off his guns

Samy!! Here it is!! I really hope you'll like it😭 Also, hell yes, what an ask! Loved writing it. Makes me want to write more Low!Honor. And ngggh the best compliment ever telling me you love how I write him I can't

˖✧ Pretty lies

✦ Pairing: Low!Honor Arthur Morgan x Fem!Reader  ✦ Warnings/Tags: Blood (obviously), guns, cursing, canon era speech, ending is suggestive. Therefore, MDNI, please! ✦ Words: 1,8k ✦ a/n: Okay so, this is my first attempt ever at a Low Honnor Arthur. I guess I just made him bolder, extra cocky+extra flirty? Hope it’ll fit! ALSO, as always, English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if anything sounds weird. Please if you notice any mistakes, reach up to me! ✦Credits. First pic is from Reddeadcomfort on Pinterest, gun pic from Pinterest too. Second one from my playthrough; blood stains and dividers by me.

Arthur’s violence wasn’t a secret to anyone. Not to anybody in camp, not to you, certainly not to himself. 

Not even to numerous people at this point, considering the large number of poor fellas who had the bad luck to cross him and ended up beaten to a pulp, covered in bruises, head in a drinking trough, riddled with bullets, or even worse.

But you loved him, no matter what. You knew about his flaws. Knew about his brutal, crude side. But around you, this heated aura was turning into something else entirely. And you liked it.

So, when a panting Arthur had rushed to you on the porch of Strawberry’s hotel, blood covering his entire self, face and hair included, blue eyes shining sapphires in a tide of rubies, you weren’t that surprised. You were even less when he asked you to be his alibi for whatever the Hell he just did, as he had taken the habit of doing lately. Lying for Arthur’s crimes could have looked like an immoral thing to do, but as a member of the gang too, you clearly weren’t a saint either.

And you really were enjoying this little game.

The subtle grin Arthur had every time you would lie in front of the police for him, asserting with absolute conviction you had been together all day. The rosy tone his cheeks, ears and neck were displaying when you felt bolder and added some details in your alibis. Details about fake, steamy nights or afternoons you were supposed to have shared, swearing to the Lord you had the unholiest of times together. Oh, the look he was giving you. Knowing, amused, dreamy and so, so proud and debauched. Lustful, even.

You were sure he was enjoying it too.

“Alright, I’ll cover for you again. But at least go take a bath, I can’t do miracles.” You ordered him, a devilish smile on your face. 

“Thank you, sugar.” Arthur quickly answered, his voice just a low, breathless mumbling, barely letting you distinguish his words.

He quickly entered the hotel and you heard the receptionist gasp from where you were. You chuckled to yourself, imagining his outraged face rapidly losing all its composure under Arthur’s hard gaze piercing through the layer of blood, ordering him to prepare a bath as gently as if he was doing a hold-up.

Poor man must have liquefied on the spot.

You leaned against the patio’s fence and breathed in the fresh late afternoon air of Strawberry, alpenglow golden and rosy on top of the mountains, a peaceful scenery under your eyes. Contrasting with the horror and brutality Arthur must have left in his trail.

He was quick to join you again, looking fresh and neat as if he were a completely normal gentleman. His messy hair and dirty beard long gone, a nice black shirt, shiny boots, and a scout jacket on, probably to match Strawberry people's clothes. 

The only things that hadn't benefited from a change were his eternal Gambler hat and his holster and revolvers, both still painted with blood stains, a red and morbid Appaloosa coat on shiny metal.

“Policemen won’t be too long to arrive. ‘Hid my face but they chased me down all the way from Flatneck Station.” He informed you, voice calmer and shoulders less tensed.

“What the Hell were you doing there?”

“Robbin’ a train.” He replied with a cocky grin, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“More like slaughterin’ a train, uh?”

“Smart mouth.” He retorted, amused by your remark. “Too many of ‘em bastards had irritated me.”

“And how much did you get exactly?”

“Seven hundred.” His smirk widened as he patted his satchel, which was probably full of stolen money.

“Damn, Arthur! All by yourself? You never cease to impress me.”

His eyes wrinkled in a genuine smile, a rare sight. He didn’t add anything, silence enveloping both of you, as often in his company. But you knew he had loved your praise. 

Arthur casually sat on one of the chairs behind you, legs open to be more comfortable, and took his guns out of his holster, as relaxed as if he had sat to draw in his journal.

He knew the Law had absolutely no proof against him, and that you were charming enough to lead them up the garden path as easily as if they were children. 

As he had planned, two terribly worn-out lawmen arrived, clothes soiled and face tired. It looked like they didn’t have the time to take a good bath contrary to your companion, probably interrogating the whole town before arriving here. One of them, the shorter of the two, climbed up the wooden stair treads and spoke.

“Sir, Missus. We’re searching for a dangerous criminal. He has been described by several witnesses as a tall man with broad shoulders, brown hair, blue eyes, and a black leathered hat…” His words slowed down and turned into a whisper at the end of his sentence, lost in the air, as his gaze landed on Arthur. His eyes narrowed realizing he matched the description perfectly.

“Oh, I’m really sorry, officer, we haven’t seen anyone like this…” You said with your most angelic smile, your body turning politely from the fence to face the policeman.

You were now standing right next to Arthur who didn’t look bothered at all. 

All the contrary, he had given a simple salute by nodding his head to the man, the tip of his hat shaking nonchalantly in his direction, and had begun cleaning his guns, blood visible like porcelain dipped in a vibrant red paint.

The officer frowned, clearly not convinced.

“You, where were you-

“Him? He was with me all day officer."

He does not believe you. Yet. You took his arched eyebrow as a personal invitation to give him a good show:

"To tell you the truth, we’re on our honeymoon here, so we took the time to enjoy our day together…”

While speaking, you put a hand on Arthur’s shoulder, to emphasize your words, to look convincing. But you would have lied to yourself telling you weren’t appreciating this, fingers caressing his muscles through the thick jacket, traveling innocently to his neck where you brushed the base of his hair, just underneath his hat, pampering him as if he was a cat.

And Arthur? He had the biggest shit-eating grin you've ever seen on his face. He loved it, the pure audacity of it all, your teasing touch on the back of his head, his own hands busy with his guns, oil and piece of fabric wiping the fresh remnants from his killing spree of a few hours ago, in the most carefree way possible, all of it under the Law’s nose.

A rush of adrenaline spread through him, tingling and warming his body. He tried to fight his own blood from gathering more and more between his legs, but after all, looking all giddy would just make it all more convincing, right?

“But this man really looks like…” The policeman tried to object, before being cut by you once again.

“Officer, I assure you we was here all day…” You asserted, honeyed voice soft to the ears, eyes as innocent as a dove.

“Oh, except for this morning though, we was out. We tried this really special spot, you know? The one in the mountains, where you can bathe in these hot springs… We had a good time there, didn’t we, honey?” You fibbed with perfection, adding even more details to your tapestry of lies.

The hand you had on Arthur slowly pushed his head against your chest, his face ending up cheek against your cleavage. His devilish smirk almost cracked from widening, and the tip of his ears got all red and hot. You could feel it against your skin, both of you relishing in your juvenile, corny lovers play.

Inside, he felt like he was on top of the World right now.

“Yes baby, ‘t was definitely a good time…” Arthur agreed, playful eyes adverting from his revolvers to look at yours from down there, his slightly crooked teeth visible through his gigantic grin.

“A-arlight, I erm…” The lawman coughed, visibly uncomfortable because of your behavior and finally convinced by your pretty little speech. “I’ll leave you to… To "it" then. Good evening Sir, Ma’am.”

He walked back to his colleague who had smoked a cigarette while waiting for him. Arthur and you kept on playing your naive role until both of them were far enough, the last echo of their conversation sounding exceedingly comical into your ears:

“Shit, we lost this asshole…”

 “Told you this couldn’t be him. Who would be stupid enough to strut around right next to the sheriff’s office?”

Yeah, who would be, uh?

You giggled a bit, eyes still locked on the stupid man in question. He hadn’t stopped smiling the whole time, a low chuckle shaking his chest, joining yours.

“This was a close one. You’re getting more and more reckless…” You warned him gently, hand still wrapped around his head.

“But you, on the other hand, are a brilliant actor, darlin’.” He added, his deep voice showing a hint of amusement and mischief. “And you're getting bolder too. A honeymoon, really?”

“The damn bastard wouldn't let it go…” You shrugged with an innocent smile.

It looks like he was comfortable like this because he wasn’t making any effort to pull away from your soft flesh. All the contrary, a sneaky arm curled up around your waist, pushing you onto his lap, his guns and the piece of fabric ending up on top of your thighs.

“Ya know, alibis are fun an’ all but… Maybe we could have a good time for real, sometimes.” He whispered in your ear, big hands handling you gently, one resting on your legs, the other holding your back.

“Yeah? You tired of lying, Arthur?”

“Am tired of doin’ nothin’ while havin’ the most gorgeous woman in town pretendin’ to be my wife…” His thumb slowly strokes your thighs while answering in a low, passionate tone.

This wasn’t just pretty lies anymore. His voice wasn’t joking, it was filled with desire; his hands warm and demanding on your body.

“Mmh… I see… Maybe we could actually book a room here for the night then…” You answered in the same quiet register, betraying your own needs.

One of your hands grabbed his guns, the other the blackened piece of fabric damped with oil, and you finished cleaning up his revolvers for him, fingers delicate and attentive.

His eyes are locked on your hands and their movement, completely hypnotized by them, his ears turning entirely red, this sanguine color spreading less and less subtly on his face and chest too.

You can't help but notice the hardness growing between his legs, pressing under your body. 

And he can't wait for the moment when this won’t be the barrel of his gun you'd be holding and caressing between your hands…

“Sounds pretty good to me, “Missus Morgan”.”

[hedgehog-moss]

Pampe escaped her pasture in 2 unprecedented ways this month, and I know she would want me to let everyone know.

First of all I saw her trotting towards the drinking trough the other day and something about her determined ears and the malevolent glint in her eyes didn’t match her wholesome destination, so I stood there watching warily, and—she jumped. I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it, the trough is like 1.80m long and full of water and it’s sandwiched between a tree and the fence. It forms a natural moat-like barrier, or so I thought. She just jumped the whole length of it. It’s a long jump!! I heard a splash when her back hoof landed in the water, which would have cost her a few points in a llama show jumping event, but still it was impressive, she just did this:

Fortunately, on the other side of the trough is my neighbour’s pasture and I know he doesn’t mind if my llama occasionally squats it in the winter. Still, I make a big show of being displeased when I find Pampe there by herself, so she continues thinking she’s trespassing. I let her graze for a while then I pretend I’m only just noticing her and I'm like gasp, hands-on-hips “PAMPÉRIGOUSTE!! You know you’re not allowed in here!” and she trots back to her own pasture like hehehe and this way I make sure she doesn’t try another, actually-forbidden pasture farther away.

And secondly—I’d already noticed last month that she had discovered how to use her long neck to go over the gate and fiddle with the latch. You’d think the latch would be safe since it’s outside, but no. She hasn’t figured out how to open it yet, but she knows it holds the secret to freedom. And yesterday I forgot to close the latch and she immediately noticed, because apparently she checks several times a day. I looked out the window and saw her like this:

I figured she’d stay near the house and eat some brambles, I didn’t have time to deal with her right now so I leant out the window and shouted COME BACK then considered I had done my best and went back to what I was doing. But then I went outside half an hour later and Pampe was nowhere to be seen—and there was a big plume of smoke on the horizon. Rationally it could only be a distant neighbour burning green waste, but my first thought was “... what has she done now.” I was fully ready to accept that my problem llama was also an arsonist, and pictured myself haltering her and leading her to someone’s door to make her apologise for setting their barn on fire. 

I guess I wouldn’t put it past you to see some crossbars and fence-fixing tools stored in a barn and assume you’re looking at a fence factory, and bomb it.

I know.

[akuma-coffee]

"i love you"

satoru gojo x reader

cw: kissing, fwb arrangement but no smut, suggestive? , light angst to comfort 2k words

gojo never stays the night.

granted, it's not like you've ever popped the question, but attempts have been made at keeping within the warm confines of your sheets. an arm wrapped around him, your head placed over his heart; yet he never seems to take the bait. the longest he's stayed with you is an hour, even going as far to snake an arm around your shoulders and pull you in close - but just as you were drifting off, he had to go. 

you did know what you were getting into, as even if it wasn't explicitly said, satoru isn't exactly known for his romanticism. if anything, he's known as an unstoppable force, an untouchable figure, with too much money and childish nature, often resulting in a little too much flamboyance. but it's all for show, because when he's tangled within your sheets, he's different. sweet.

sure, most of the time he's just fucking you for the fun of it, but sometimes he kisses you so tenderly and holds you so close that you're almost lulled into some kind of security with him, like you're his. unfortunately it always ends, and even if you hope and pray for some kind of development in your relationship, the next time he comes over it's all back to normal.

your phone's on silent, but you don't miss the notification on your screen. with pen in hand and papers to mark you almost ignore it, but face id means your screen's already unlocked, and you're able to see it's him - he's asking if you're free.  in truth, you aren't. you're supposed to be working late alongside shoko marking student reports, but for him you'll make yourself readily available by whatever means. 

"are you listening?" shoko sighs, and you don't glance up from your phone.  "sorry, i'm gonna have to have to go." you speak monotonously while preoccupied with thoughts of the man you're far too infatuated with, and it's a tone shoko knows all too well. her frown sets much deeper as your fingers glide over your keyboard to tell him you'll be a half hour. 

"please tell me you're not ditching me for satoru."

finally, your eyes set over hers. she wears her disapproval so thickly, and so shamelessly. if eyes could kill, ieiri's sure would. she lets out a lengthy breath before deciding you're more deserving of her pity than annoyance, slumping back against her chair. it groans as she moves.

"this thing you've got, it will end in tears."

"i know." you consider furthering the conversation and allowing more detail, letting her onto the fact that the snowy haired psycho is in fact different when in your presence, he's so much brighter, and kinder... but you decide against it almost as soon as the idea had popped into your mind. she'd probably just play therapist and deter you from your endeavour (of winning his heart), and you didn't want to hear her voice your deepest fears - that satoru doesn't feel the same way.

it's not a long journey home, and with the perks of teleportation satoru is able to get to you within a heartbeat. he's already pushing you toward the bed within minutes of being in your presence, his lips hungry against yours. his hands traverse the peak of your hips, dragging upward to the trough, conveniently slipping those fingers under your work shirt to grasp at the flesh beneath.

there's always a little bit of buffer time in your brain when he arrives, a minute or two needed to disconnect your racing brain and relax, to ignore that build up of nerves and focus on the present. you lay back on the mattress and he takes his place between your legs, your shirt already in a heap on the rug - but you're not able to shake those thoughts. you try to push it all down and lean into his touch, yet shoko's words still hang heavy. 

it must be that whatever ditch you would force these memories into had been crammed all too densely, because not only are you unable to shake this feeling of impending doom, you're also reminiscing on things you hadn't wanted to think about. late nights with satoru, laying beside him basking in the aftermath of your intimacy, and all the feelings that are tied to his presence. 

these memories weren't as neatly packed away as you'd thought. in fact, they're overflowing, and they're unforgiving. you realise now, you're in love with him. you know it as well as your own name. 

 his lips trail to your neck, blindfold still on. it tickles your skin. 

you think back to a moment a few months back, when this had all just begun. a simple gesture of ordering pizza when you'd known he hadn't eaten, a shared meal after you'd come down from your highs. he'd gone to leave, but of course you'd do anything to make him stay just that little bit longer. 

"for me?" you can still hear the way he'd asked when you brought through two boxes, and the way his expression softened. he watched you grow closer to the bed, his upper half nude and slouching on the headboard. you smiled, just as you always do with him, one of the boxes suddenly resting in his lap. the smugness you're used to had left him in that moment, and when you stuck the tv on, it felt natural. domestic. it was like the real him sat beside you that night, but after he'd eaten and the episode ended, he was gone.

satoru pulls back and you're shoved back into the real world, opening your eyes to the black fabric that envelops his face. it's impossible to read him when he's like this, though you're never able to ask him to remove it. your hands move up from the back of his neck and rest at the seam, and you stare at the cotton as if you're looking him in the eye. you wonder if you are, or if he's denying you that. 

"what's wrong?" he asks as if he's intrigued more than concerned, and you swallow, breaking your imaginary eye contact to look over his shoulders. they're bare, though you don't really remember helping him out of his shirt. "it's nothing." you try to pass it off as such, a weak curve of lips, but he doesn't drop it.  "just tell me." he's buttering you up with his gentle tone. you ignore him and tug on his head to bring him back to you, but satoru doesn't stop. 

"i'm just tired, that's all." there's silence following your statement, and he doesn't seem all that convinced, though after a few seconds tick by, he appears to have dropped whatever he was thinking.  "i'll go, then." there's something in his voice that you're unable to place a finger on, it's similar to disappointment, though not quite it. you swallow your pride. 

"i just," you drag your fingertips over the fabric. "was wondering if you'd take this off."   the playfulness returns, and you're a little tense, but he doesn't seem to notice.  "what, you don't like it?" he teases you, and you feign a smile in return.  "not here." you're hoping you sell your words well, otherwise he'll know you're feeling unnerved and likely leave. he stills and you tug at the fabric, brushing the longer strands of hair and scaling his undercut until the tightness finally gives and you're able to unwrap the blindfold. 

your heart picks up pace when his eyes are boring into you, very evidently judging your every move when you toss the unravelled cotton to one side. it's not often you're able to examine them so closely. they're both beautiful and intimidating, adorned with white lashes, swimming in the deepest hues of blue you've ever seen. 

"i love you." the words leave your lips before you've processed them, and your mouth suddenly casts a downward turn as you watch his eyebrows raise, and lips part. genuine surprise meddles with satoru's features. you grit your teeth and cower back into the mattress.  "that's a big word." his reply makes your heart sink from your chest to your stomach in a way it never has before. your eyes gloss over. 

"i'm sorry, i shouldn't have said that." for a moments pass you think he's going to continue, he's quiet, and staring at your lips. but he doesn't, instead furthering the distance between you by pushing himself back onto his forearms and letting the air nip at your prickled skin. you've blown it, there's no way satoru is going to keep this going now. 

"it's alright." he appears distant in his expression and reply, yet doesn't get off of you. you're left to question what he's thinking.  "satoru?" his name rolls from your tongue so naturally. he let you call him that after your first hook-up, gojo was too impersonal. he'd been calling you by your first name long before that, though. 

"sorry." he looks hollow. "i haven't heard that in years." 

you furrow your brow and begin to ask what he'd meant by that, but the words fizzle out. shoko made vehemently clear you were never to mention geto's name in satoru's presence. his first, and only love. it's one of the few times you've also seen shoko so genuinely upset. 

"i'm so sorry." you voice again, though this time there's a dip in your voice. satoru looks as though he has re-entered the room when your words falter, and he's staring right at you with no mercy. he leans back toward you, connecting his lips to yours in a heartbeat with a loving and gentle movement. he's pressed against you so snugly you almost forget to breathe, his hand encasing your cheek so firmly it's as if he expects you to fall from his grasp and shatter. 

there's a warm droplet on your face and you tighten your eyes under the assumption it's one of your own tears - only you realise the placement isn't quite right. peering through half open lids you're able to see water pooling at satoru's lash line, just enough to blink away into a single tear. you place your palms over his shoulders to push him back, but he has already taken his lips from you, and instead placing his head at the nape of your neck. you slide your hands down and around, circling around his torso and squeezing. he sniffles, and although you know he won't cry in front of you, this is certainly close to it. 

"i didn't notice, i'm sorry." his words are spoken into that nook, and muffled by your skin. you close your eyes, exhaling.  "it's alright." from all of the ways you'd thought this might have gone, this wasn't it. you're doused in disappointment, it's like you've taken a dunk into a bath full of ice; it chills you to the bone. 

"i really..." he speaks slowly, tiptoeing around how he's about to phrase his confession. "jujutsu has a hold over us, you could never really have me."  "you're not just a sorcerer, satoru. you deserve to be loved." you feel heat in your nose as your own tears bubble, but you don't allow them to surface. instead, you're left with clouded vision and a runny nose as you stare up at your ceiling. you circle a thumb over satoru's back. "but, if you don't feel the same, it's okay." that's a lie, it would definitely not be okay, you'd want to set yourself on fire. "no, i do." your heart feels as if it's about to jump out of your chest. "but there's no curse more twisted than love." 

you loosen your grip and take his face back between your hands, pulling him back to have his face before your own.  "it's gonna be okay." you offer a small smile to accompany your words of comfort, and satoru wants to trust you. 

you glance down to your half dressed body, then back to him. "will you stay the night? we can order in, watch some tv." it's funny how you feel more exposed than ever while, in comparison to your past encounters, being decently covered. "we can start small." 

"yeah, okay." he pauses, before pushing off of the mattress. "i want pizza." there's no hiding the grin that seizes your face as you grab your phone, pulling up your favourite restaurant. 

[kanmom51]

JK's birthday 2019

Let's talk about JK's birthday in 2019.

I know it's a long time ago, but I got to thinking about it again and it just filled me with joy. And who am I to deprive you guys of some delusional joy as well? Right?

So, I think I am actually going to start from the end on this one.

JM flying half way across the world, from Paris...

to be with JK on his birthday only to have to fly out the next morning to Hawaii with Sungwoon.

And he does this all by surprising JK, who was not expecting him to be there with him, as he knew JM was in Paris, sly JM even sending him a kind of generic happy birthday message from Paris. You know, making sure JK KNOWS that he is still there on the streets of Paris all while JM was already on his way to be with him.

JM loved to tell us all about it in his Riad live (you know, the one he also told us how happy he was with the surprise birthday celebration JK arranged for him during their concert there, oh and the same one we got him eying his "manager").

There is a link to the live itself in my post as well.

And here you will find screenshots of JM telling the story:

He was so damn proud of himself.

And rightfully so.

He made JK's day.

Brought him this very special gift too:

Yeah, let's hear how this wasn't planned why don't we?

Anyways...

Moving on.

Or perhaps moving back would be the proper way of putting it.

All of this happened on JK's birthday itself at night time (JM tells us he arrived back in SK 8-9 pm). But see, JK started off his birthday for us.

Wait. Was it for us? Or more so, was it only for us? Or was it perhaps also meant for that one person that wasn't there on that day. The one person that was in Paris, and whom JK believed was not going to be spending his birthday with him. The one person that flew half way across the world to surprise JK, and he sure did.

I know at this point I could be considered to be reaching a little bit, but hear me out here. Yes, JK was sending Army a message (well a few of them as you will see), but I do think that within those messages (this is something that those two are so good at), he was also sending another message, and it wasn't just for us. Although you could argue that in a sense it was also for us (letting us know who was on his mind at that point in time).

So here we go.

JK posts on Weverse on the eve of his birthday. This is just after midnight, specifically at 00:22 or 12:22 am KST.

This one is clearly for Army (not the one who declares himself to be Army).

Following that, JK moves on to Twitter, where he tweets twice exactly 40 minutes later. 2 tweets, one minute apart from each other.

First tweet at 1:03 am SKT:

Let's look at the numbers first before we move on to bigger and better things.

1:03 am 1.9

Just looking at those numbers we can get:

13-10 (1+9)

If we look at the date as 1.9.19 then we have the 13-10 and 1-9 as well. Go figure.

On purpose?

Who knows... maybe if we look into it a little further we will have more facts that can show us either way.

The caption on JK's first tweet.

Could definitley be meant, once again, for us. Even though he already thanks us for making him happy. But what if this time it wasn't meant specifically for us. I mean, he already thanked us in a long message only 40 minutes earlier. What if the earlier one was for us, and this one here, with the timing of the posting, was meant for a special someone else, who happened to be far away from him.

Perhaps his choice to split his posts, his thanks, was because they were meant for 2 different recipients? Perhaps, this was just like him splitting up his White day live in 2023 into 4 segments. Each one of those segments with a clear purpose and you could also say a specific audience (at least for one of those 4 the intended audience was not us).

Yeah, I know, call me deluded. Call me crazy and call me whatever, but you know, I really don't think it's that far fetched.

And even more so when within a minute he tweets again. This time he uploads his gift - a snippet of his song Decalcomania.

Captioned: "This... Please look forward to it".

{Side note, we still are even though we will never get the full song seeing that he had deleted it.}

Are you seeing what I'm seeing here?

Like seriously, how can we miss this? And nope, you can't make up this shit either.

Time stamp on clip:

1: 18 min.

The song is clearly cut off at that time stamp.

This is not a coincidence. Seriously, enough is enough with that excuse. The recurring use of these numbers. 118, Nov 8, again and again and again. Before and after.

This is a clear message JK is sending again

and again

and again

and again

And lest forget a couple of his latest 8:11's

and

And here we have JK, on his birthday, following his tweet only one minute earlier thanking "you" for making him happy. Who he means by "you", well that I'm sure many will assume is his fans. At this point, seeing what came before and definitely what came after, I am easily convinced that it wasn't necessarily that "you", but the "you" that was about to surprise the shit out of him later that day.

So yeah, I'm finding it hard to conclude this is all a coincidence, seeing JM himself told us it's not...

As for Decalcomania. Well, that one requires a post all of it's own.

One more thing before I go.

JK's 2019 birthday was a big one. It happened when the band were on break. When JM was using this time to travel with friends (not that they didn't spend time together, JK basically tells us that in BV4). A time with a couple of yucky dating rumors. A time of self reflection. This was a break where JK had his hand tattoos done, and surprisingly (NOT) added that very 'inconspicuous' J just above the M after his birthday.

So yeah, this here my friends, is a hill, or even more so a mountain, that I am climbing up and are pretty confidently willing to die on...

[kiwicopia]

I'm here for the hybrid au event and I chose *flips trough characters* Gojo from jujutsu kaizen

So *haem*

I'm shy,kind,selfless,friendly,reallyparanoid and anxious,sensitive and doesn't talk much with new people even tough I want to,currently battling depression and gloomy,not positive person,rarely.

Loves to info dump about Anime,cartoons and cute stuff.

Loves to draw

I have adhd and autism so sometimes I have the urge and need to.stim and have that hour of hyperactivity

I'm shy about sex but I'm easy to turn on and I can get into it,I love a dom partner and someone that loves to help my sexual needs some time to time,as I will do the same for them.

For animals I'm not allergic to any and I love every kind of them,maybe fluffy ones? Nha I love all off them.

It can be smuth and fluff (if you cant do.both then smuth)

I dont have anything more to.say so here ya go bestie a cocco-nana :D(I love your work btw)

TW: Great Pyrenees!Gojo, crotch sniffing, whiny!Gojo, ruts, mating press position, knotting, cumflation.

He thought he was better than this, considering he had gone through this multiple times. Still, he couldn't help the low whine that vibrated in his throat as his face pressed into your crotch, inhaling your sweet scent. His tail wagged as his cock throbbed, the bulbous head leaking precum as the mere thought of what he was going to get to do with you excited him. Satoru couldn't help it, and he kept telling himself to be slow and gentle with you as he finally sank in.

You were warm and hugged his dick so tightly that he thought he was going to bust then and there, but the canine kept himself steady. His thrusts were slow at first, feeling your insides before his pace quickened. Satoru lost all control when you clenched around him. His hands gripped your hips, his claws just barely digging into the skin as he fucked into you. His ears were flat against his head as he pushed your legs up, getting you into a mating press, and his tongue lolled out in bliss.

The moment was euphoric, and even more so when his climax reached its peak. He whined as he blew a load, his thick cum painting your insides white. Satoru didn't even realize that he knotted inside of you, keeping you locked with him and his seed trapped in your hole. "Sorry," he muttered in apology. In all honesty, he didn't plan to knot in you, but his body had a mind of its own during this time. Not that you minded.

In the meantime, he rolled you both over, letting you rest on him while he buried his face into your hair. He would let you relax for the moment, until it came time to do it all over later.

[radio-fmm]

Mission failed

Portgas D. Ace x fem!reader

Warnings: Even though this is pure fluff i’ll tag this as 13+ as there is some suggestive altercations, fem reader, mentions of alcoholic drinks

Word count: 2.158

Summary: In which Ace confesses his love for you after ruining your mission.

Hi hello so this is my Valentines day gift to you! Happy Valentines and enjoy!

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You loved being a pirate, what you didn’t love was being a pirate on a crew with Portgas D. Ace

Pops or formally known as white beard, your captain, had sent you on a quest to recollect some information from some stupid yet powerful pirates, your specialty. It seemed like whenever a woman bated her eyelashes at any pirate it made them stupider and easy to manipulate, plus you were a good fighter, not only had you eaten a devil fruit at a very young age, but you had trained and knew exactly how to take advantage of it. The power of light was rare even in the grand line, it had made you a target almost your whole life until an act of kindness towards a particular freckled clueless man ended up in you becoming part of white beards crew.

“I am sending Ace as your body guard” you felt the air in your lungs get stuck in your throat “I am more than capable to do this on my own Pops no need to bother him with this” you defended “I know you’re more than capable, this men are the ones I don’t trust” as much as you plead your case, it was a lost cause and knew you couldn’t change his mind. You were the only woman on the crew so everyone seemed to overprotect you which was annoying considering your strength and confidence. Tough the real reason you didn’t wanted Ace to come along was because he made you really nervous, he was a handsome and very charming young man and you loved him dearly, ever since finding about your feelings for your commander you made it your mission to burry them as deep as you could but it didn’t help the fact that this man basically had to breathe the same air as you or he couldn’t go about, always playing around teasing you sometimes even flirting a little and following you around like a puppy, all in good heart of course. You knew he was particularly drawn to you because you saved his life once, nothing more, but still you couldn’t deny you loved his company and had open your heart to the reckless fire fist, and eventually he had settled in your mind making being around him without showing your feelings quite a difficult task, that’s why the idea of being on a Island alone with Ace made your stomach turn.

“Are you even listening?” The first thing you did when arriving to the Island was eat of course, you were traveling with Ace after all, but your mind was somewhere else “Are you gonna eat that or not?” You shook your head “You can have it” he immediately took your plate and took a huge bite out of your burger, he looked at you again, you were acting strange all day long, talking to him as little as possible and not even looking his way once. He ate the rest of your burger and pushed the plate back to you which made you raise an eyebrow “Are you really not finishing a meal? Who are you?” You giggled before he answered “I am a gentleman, I know you love french fries so here” he pointed at plate “Devour them you’re welcome” he grinned before chugging his lemonade. You were left speechless, rosy pigment threatening to make its way trough your cheeks, he always noticed this type of details about you which clenched your heart, he was so considerate and thoughtful. You stuffed your face with fries before even more thoughts about him invaded your head.

After having to wake up Ace like 10 times before he finished his meal, you made your way into the town to kill some time, walking around the local market. Of course Ace only seemed to mind the food stalls and sometimes eyed out the ones with pretty daggers, but you on the other hand loved looking at trinkets, books, jewelry, instruments and pretty clothes. Ace never left your side always watching over your shoulder at anything you’ll stare at longer “That’s a pretty dress” he said as you held a beautiful white short dress with an embroidered corset with green leaves and long fairy-like sleeves “Yeah but a dress doesn’t go in hand with being pirate” it had been long since you stopped wearing this kind of garments, being at sea surrounded with mostly men and being constantly fighting for your life didn’t actually called for you wearing a dress “Yeah but it suits you” you stopped yourself from gasping at the commanders comment, eyes wide and ears red “You know because it looks ridiculous” Ace laughed as you rolled your eyes “Says the one that walks around half naked” now the only one laughing was you as he pushed you around “Ok fashion police” you eyed out the dress again, Ace looked at the genuine want and glisten in your eyes before he took the dress and handed it to you “C’mon buy it already, I’d buy it for you but I’m kinda broke at the moment” Before you could think much more about it you bought it, still a little shaken at Aces comment and the way he was absolutely right about the dress being totally you, and continued to stroll around occasionally stopping to get a snack or a drink.

The bars started to hang their open signs and people started to gather around them, it was your green light. The plan was simple yet effective, you’ll walk around the bar, spark conversation with the stupid pirate throwing yourself at him so he would speak more than he should, you’ll insinuate for him to follow you out the bar and punch him to get any missing details before knocking him out, perfect! What you didn’t accounted for was the scary dog following you around “You need to stay outside Ace no one would talk or even look at me if you enter with me” but he was resistant “I am here to make sure nothing happens to you how can I do that if I’m not around?!” He grabbed your shoulders and shook you around “I can handle myself just fine, you can wait for me outside if you’re that concerned but the plan won’t work with you standing menacingly behind me” he huffed as you looked at him with your arms in your hips, Ace thought if anything you looked cute instead of intimidating but he didn’t wanted to upset you more “What about this? I’ll walk a little after you and I’ll stay in a table far away, just in case” no matter how much you argued the commander wasn’t gonna let go of this, you sighed and massaged your temples “Fine”

And as promised he stayed out of your path, looking at you form afar, but it started to become a really difficult thing to do as he watched the perverted old man put his hands all over you, but what bothered him the most was the look in your face, uncomfortable wasn’t strong of a word, you were creeped out. Ace could feel the beer in his hands starting to boil but he couldn’t turn his gaze away, he knew this was the process to finish up the mission but the scene before him made him sick. As he thought this couldn’t get any worse, he felt his temperature rise as the most unspeakable thing that he could have ever witnessed unfolded right before his very eyes, the stupid perverted old man was touching your breast, like it was nothing but a joke. Your eyes were open wide and tried to get him off you as you politely laughed and asked him to stop, which he didn’t.

“She told you to stop” before the old sag could articulate a response Ace was already burning his arm as he removed him from you, shit

The pirate screamed in pain as he fell to the ground while one of the guys at the table looked at Ace and then at you, who was screaming at him to stop and leave immediately “THEY ARE WHITE BEARD PIRATES!” He screamed while pointing at you both, shit

As you expected this ended up in Ace and you having to fight this guys whole crew and getting not only thrown out but banned from the place. Ace hadn’t looked at you once the whole way to his striker, walking faster in front of you leaving a trail of burned marks from his boots behind him, he was pissed but you really couldn’t understand why “Okay that’s it stop” you rushed to him and grabbed his arm, even though he was running hot you could still touch him thanks to your powers that deflected his, you were the only person in the world that didn’t feared him “What the hell is your problem?” You watched as Ace took a big breath before muttering “nothing” unbelievable “Nothing?! You just screwed over the whole mission and you say nothing happened?” You scoffed in disbelief “He was out of line touching you, he deserved that” he still wasn’t looking at you “Yes! I was gonna kick his ass eventually but I still needed him conscious you idiot!” Your tone started to scale, he always did this, he would want to push you away and act like nothing happened and never talk about the matter, but you weren’t having that “But congrats you punched him and ruined my mission, you got it your way the one that should be mad its me” you started to walk away from him, still not believing how the one mad in this scenario was the one that screwed up “You really don’t see it don’t you?” Ace screamed at the distance which made you stop and turn back “See what Ace? How you don’t trust my better judgment or my abilities or how even though you screwed me over the one that’s not talking to me is you?!” He got closer as you screamed at him “And I’m almost sure you’ll be outside my door tomorrow acting like this never happened fresh as a lettuce while I have to tell Pops I’ve failed!” You snapped out of your screaming as you heard Aces laugh ring trough your ears, was he laughing at you right now?

Before you could turn your back on him and storm out Ace held you by taking both of your shoulders and looking directly at you, a shiver ran down your spine. His dark eyes met yours, piercing you and leaving you breathless, what was this game he was playing? Whatever it was you were losing “I can’t believe that the only person in this entire world that doesn’t see how I am head over heels for you sweetheart…. Is you ” a silence was followed, a silence only accompanied by your quickened heartbeat and your shaky breath “What?” You were absolutely incredulous, dumbfounded even, had you heard him correctly or was your hearing betraying you after all that screaming? He got closer to your face before speaking up “I love you y/n, like crazy. If you thought I was gonna stand back as an old man touched all over the most important person in my life, you’re out of your mind”

“I-” you were lightheaded, so all this time after hiding your desires which drove you crazy and trying to give any other explanations at the way he treated you, he loved you. You turned all shades of red and pink, still not looking away from Aces face as you examined him throughly, his freckles adorned his face like the night sky, eyes that you always seemed to look for in a room full of people, his dark fluffy hair that was trapped under his beloved hat that he never seemed to go without. The moon illuminated both of you, two stupid lovers that loved each other so deeply but failed to see it, only the ocean was heard at the distance as you finally came to yourself “I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you Ace, I can’t believe it took you this long to pull me out of my misery” you smiled widely before collapsing your lips in his.

Ace returned the kiss eagerly, like he had been waiting a long time to feel your lips in his, you stand in your tip toes your arms around his neck as he held you carefully like a feather in his arms. He span you around breaking the kiss as you laughed, overjoyed “We’re pretty stupid aren’t we?”

“Yes I guess we are” was the last thing that left your lips before they were shut again by your dream boy

You loved being a pirate, but nothing was better than being a pirate with the love of your life by your side, everyday

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Hi! I decided to write about Ace for valentines since he’s actually my favorite One piece character and because I had this idea around my head for a while, hope you enjoyed and as always feel free to correct me since English is not my first language

[misguidedasgardian]

Wildcats (Part XXI)

XXI. AC/DC

MASTERLIST

Summary: Stands for…  Account all Casualties in the District of Columbia 

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Zombie apocalypse AU, living dead, zombies, guts, blood, guns, shots, injures, wa talk, ptsd, might miss some important warnings!

+18, MINORS DNI

Notes: ALRIGHT! we might come back across with the military ninja!

Daryl’s face appeared in your eyesight as he called your name

“Hey! HEY! look at me!”, he demanded, but you only got to grunt. The impact had been tough, your ears were ringing and your body started to resent the fall. luckily you didn’t smash your head in, having been trained to prevent it. Muscle memory was incredible, considering. Your entire shoulder felt like it was on fire, spreading up and down your arm. 

“Fuck it hurts”, you heard your team shouting, shots being fired, as Daryl grabbed you and pushed you against the vehicle so you’d be away from the eyeshot of whomever has fired that shot

“Ya alright?”, you could see the panic in his face, he slapped your cheek softly, “stay with me”

“I’m fine”, you whispered, “considering, ugh!”, the pain came and went in waves, grabbing you tightly. He looked positively horrified, “I swear, I’m good”, you said as you looked at the wound, at least you were not going to bleed to death, it didn’t look like it at least.

Rosita ran towards you, filled closely by Eugene and Abraham

“HERE!”, she said, grabbing huge patches you had grabbed from the pharmacy, she pulled your shirt and pressed it and stuck it to the front and back of your wound making you whine in pain. “It went trough, it’s fine”

“Yeah it feels fine”, you whined

“It looks like it is just one guy”, muttered Daryl as you could still hear shots being fired. 

“Abraham and Eugene?”, you asked. Daryl turned to see the scene and then turned back to you

“They’re in the armored vehicle, Rosita covered them, they’re fine!”, he said. 

But Abraham decided to take matters into his own hands, shooting towards the building where the shot that got you came from

“There is only one shooter in the building in our backs”, said Rosita, “or that is what it looks like”

“We can take it”, you said

“No”, said Daryl angrily, “your little experiment is over”

“We need to take cover!”, said Rosita, “that building is our best shot”, the other was too far away, the entire esplanade ahead, you’d be sitting ducks even if you ran for it.

“Let’s do it”, you said, “let’s make the run”, and you stood up on shaky legs and you ran. Abraham and Eugene ran too with you, shots were being fired towards you, you could hear them landing on the floor, and soon, you were in the safety of the lobby. 

Abraham came straight to check out your shoulder.

“Taking it like a champ”, he admitted with a proud smile, “you are gonna be fine”

“Fine? this is a goddam war zone!”, said Daryl

“There is only one shooter”, said Abraham

“The one that shot me”, you whined

“Let’s fuck him up!”, said Abraham, who was… freakishly ready to “fuck someone up”, that being a walker or an enemy

“It is impossible to know the exact numbers of armed people sitting above us in this building”, said Eugene nervously, “our best shot is to go on and take the HUMVEE and the wagon and ran for it”

But you had to do something, this was some sort of desperate attempt, and by the looks of it, it did seem like it was only one shooter.

Abraham went first, he ran towards the set of marble stairs that went into the rest of the floors, you followed closely, you tried to keep your arm as attached to your side as you could, still feeling an intense pain whenever you moved it. But you had not even taken the first step when the big ginger man seemed to trip with something.

“What was that?”, he asked

“LOOK OUT!”, you screamed as a huge log came swinging down. You couldn’t stop it, the thing caught the five of you and threw you on your asses. 

“A fucking booby trap?”, Rosita cursed

“Is anybody hurt?”, you asked

“Imma kill that sonofabitch”, grumbled Daryl. This looked like something caught out of a cartoon, “Ya stay ‘ere!”, Daryl was losing his patience, but he was about to lose it even more

“Hell no”, you said angrily, especially once you looked outside and ten walkers had gathered there. 

“Dammit woman!”, Daryl was angry, you could tell, but the mission was still on as Rosita cut down the huge log and you were able to keep going

“Beware of more traps”, you called, Daryl stuck to your side, his hand on your lower back instead of his crossbow. You turned to him, to look him in the eyes, “you promised me”, you whispered to him

“Ya got shot”, he said

“You promised”, you said, he nodded, so you kept going, as Abraham took the front, he was guarding your six, you felt his presence behind you like he was a wall, it was weirdly comfortable. You scouted the second floor, nothing, this was an office building, and even with all the mess that was going on, you managed to read “Office of Veterans affairs” on the outside. You couldn’t move your left arm or shoulder, so you were content with grabbing your gun with your right hand and dealing with whatever’s coming this way. 

The huge log wasn’t the only boobytrap you encountered, the others were equally laughable, buckets falling from the ceiling, invisible cables on the floors making you trip. These were traps for walkers, not people, or you’d come to that conclusion, because even if they made you trip, at least they weren’t lethal.

“Ya’ think there is only one f’them?”, asked Daryl. Abraham seemed to think about it, and then he nodded. A new wave of pain hit your shoulder and arm, and you had to cover your mouth to stifle a whine. Daryl seemed to notice

“We need to move”, said Rosita, “so we can patch her up completely”, she said whispering to him, like you weren’t even there.

Daryl opened the first door, to find an empty office

“Here, now”, and you accepted, because you would be putting them in danger if you kept going, they were going to be concerned for you instead of doing what they had to do.

“I’ll stay with her”, offered Eugene

“Ya keep ‘er safe!”, demanded Daryl handing him a gun, and you knew you were doomed, if anybody was going to be protecting anybody it was going to be you. And they left down the hall.

If there is only one of them and three of us, I like those numbers”, you muttered

“Due to the context in which we find ourselves in, and due to what’s been happening in the last 24 hours including you and Rosita being assaulted by a ninja and then Abrahan getting caught on a regular trap you’d think that what we are dealing with, is a professional soldier”

“What?”, you whined, “Eugene sometimes you make me turn off my english”, he cleared his throat 

“You noticed we are in the department of veterans affairs”, he said quickly, “this is a military man, clearly”

“You say it’s the same guy? the one who attacked us yesterday and the one of the traps on the street?”

“Or he’s got buddies”, he said severely, and it made sense, the same kinds of traps… nothing lethal…

“Eugene…”, you asked him, he hummed affirmatively, “did I bring everyone to a dumb mission, where we are likely going to die?”

“Negative”, he said, “I think you had prove yourself to be a competent leader”

“That does make me feel better”, you whispered, “only if they all come back safely”

“You are the one that got shot”, he offered

“Yeah, luckily”, you mumbled. “Lucky if it was me, and not anybody else”, you whined, “but Daryl is pissed at me”, you mumbled

“He’ll get over it”, he said simply. “His attitude is due to the fact that he is irrevocably… heads over heels for you”

“What?”, you asked him

“He is only acting like that because he loves you, and you just got shot”, he said. You stopped your movements

“What did you say?”, you heard steps in the hallway, quick steps, only one person. You unlocked the gun in your hands, expecting the worst.

They barely got up one floor and hell broke loose. They advanced through an empty hallway when they heard a thumb behind them, when they turned it was too late. He was there, the man in the mask.

He pushed Rosita first and then came at Daryl, who was pointing his crossbow, but the man moved so quickly he lost the first shot and couldn’t recharge until he came crashing down on him.

Abraham couldn’t fire his gun, he was too close to his friends, so the best he could do was go ahead and beat the stranger up… or at least try to.

But he beat them up.

Again he was not carrying any guns, but one wooden weapon he used to beat the crap out of the three of them, and then, he ran out down the hallway. They followed, reloading their weapons and angry as hell, the three of them just sprinted down the corridor, and down the hall were just double doors open. There weren’t any other places to hide, so they entered the huge space, that could be a massive conference room, and then both doors closed behind them, locking them in.

“Cabrón!” 

They tried everything to open those doors up, all of it, gunning it down, kicking them, pushing it, but nothing seemed to work out, they were about to try and push Rosita up towards the vents, as that is how he managed to sneak past them the first time, when you opened the door from the outside. Behind you, was Eugene.

“C’mon, let’s go!”, you said quickly

“What the hell happened?”, asked Daryl

“You heard someone ran pass the office, didn’t know we were there, so I knew it was him, but didn't take the risk to get to him”

“You did well”, said Abraham

“We need to get the hell out of here, if a couple of us cover us we can take the vehicle, and just go”, you said, thinking things through

“If this guy is a soldier, he knows weapons, he probably has some”, said Abraham. 

“Yeah, what if he uses them against us?”, you asked back, “he could have blown our heads off, we were out there like sitting ducks… but he didn’t, I think we should take that change and bolt”

“We are already here”, said Abraham

“I don’t want anybody to get hurt”, you said back

“We should move forwards”, said Rosita, “we need the firepower, always will”, you took a long breath, it looked like it was five against one, right? well, three and a half against one, but still.

“Fine” you said, more calm now that they wanted to go ahead with it.

“I’m starting to think I should have stayed in Alexandria”, muttered Eugene

“Shut the hell up!”, mumbled Daryl

So you moved forwards, in formation, the five of you, you behind Daryl, and Eugene behind Abraham, Rosita in the middle. 

“Watch the vents!”, said Daryl, his eyes looking through his crossbow. “that's how he sneaks on us”

Hunting this guy didn’t seem like the right thing to do, but you did it anyway, if he could get to you out there in the shopping mall, and on the street, he could get you wherever. 

You searched room by room, but there was no sign of him anywhere, you were on the very last floor when you felt confident enough to separate, Rosita, Eugene and you checked one of the last rooms on the hallway, and the boys on the other. 

This room had a collection. Someone was living in here, it had a cot in one corner, guns posted against the window where he probably shot you from, it had food and bottled water… 

You then looked at the corner of the room, and to your complete surprise, you saw the same box you had gathered at the mall, filled to the brim with Pork ribs Ramen

“He is…!”, you turned around to meet Rosita, but she had a knife to her throat, the man was holding her tightly against him, his face covered by the mask you saw

“Easy”, he said calmly, you surrendered all your weapons, Abraham and Daryl entered the room and the guy move so his back was to the window, using Rosita as a shield

“Drop them”, he asked calmly, and Daryl and Abraham dropped their weapons quickly, “now explain to me, what kinds of psychopaths just enter a building where they are clearly not welcomed at?”, he asked.

“You are the sicko who attacked us!”, you said angrily, pointing at the box. \

“Yeah, you were taking all the ramen”, he said simply

“Look, we don’t want anybody to get hurt”, you said slowly

“This seems to want to”, he said, looking at Daryl, who froze, he was reaching for his gun on his back, “I don’t want to hurt this miss here, but if that’s how he wants to play it!”, he moved his arm with the knife and you screamed at him to stop

“NO! WE WILL LEAVE!”, you said quickly

“Drop the gun”, he said to Daryl and he obeyed. “Now step back three paces”, and they all did, and he released Rosita, just like that, putting his arms up. You all relaxed your stances 

“I’m Alexander Price, an army veteran, did some tours in Afghanistan”, he said simply. He only got in a defensive position, crossing his thick arms over his chest. This is the first time, in movies and real life, that that kind of exchange goes somewhat smoothly. 

“You beat us up!”, accused Rosita, quickly realizing about the box

“Damn right I did”, he said easily, he was… very handsome, tall, broad

“You attacked two women”, Daryl threw on his face

“You said that I shouldn't have attacked them because they are women?”, he asked, frowning, “that’s a bit sexist”, he said, “I’ll attack anybody”, you couldn’t help but snort a laugh. “Look if I wanted to kill you, I WOULD HAVE”, he said simply, “you came at me with guns, axes and knives, I had chucks”

“Oh yeah? Is that supposed to make us feel better?”, asked Rosita

He opened his arms, pointing at the whole room

“I have an arsenal”, he said simply, you looked around the room and you actually saw the rifle he used to shoot you, it was a .22, and it was sitting next to a big ass assault rifle that could have blown your whole upper body. Rosita seemed to notice that too, “I don’t kill the living, only the dead”, he said firmly, “and well, some fuckers, but you don’t strike me as the kind who lost their shit, and want to kill me for the fun of it, because yeah, I encountered some people like that”

“You shot ‘er!”, said Daryl, pointing at you

“You were taking my tanker!”, he said simply, “that was a warning shot! You get shot and normally you wouldn’t go after the shooter”, he said, “who the hell are you people?”, he said then, looking at you, he seemed truly concerned 

“More people send us, looking for supplies”, you said quietly, not revealing much

“Are they more of you?”, he asked

“Damn right”, said Abraham, “and they’ll come looking”, he warned, Alexander just threw his hands in the air in a defensive matter

“Look, I ain’t looking for any trouble”, he said simply, “you got into my territory, tried to steal my HUMVEE and my truck… tried to steal my ramen…”

“Hey! the ramen was fair game”, you warned 

“Enough with the damn ramen!”, said Daryl, he grabbed his weapon and pointed his crossbow at Alexander, which he didn’t seem to mind. “Are they more of ya?”, he asked. Alexander shook his head

“No I… have been alone for a while, I was trading with a group that lived on the other side of the Potomac, they were a family… but i haven’t seen them in a while…”, he said, you could tell he was sad. “You are the first people I’ve seen in a week”, he shook his head, like chasing his demons away, “How you evaded the rest of my traps is the real question”, he asked calmly

“We took refuge in the lobbies, went from building to building”, you said quickly

“That’s what I would have done”, he said, pleased, “who trained you? him?”, he asked pointing at Abraham, who was looking at him, squinting.

“A captain from the military, deployed in Atlanta”, you said softly, “I called him Mayor”

“Seems like a good man”, he said, you agreed. He took a long sigh, “I can patch you up, and you can spend the night, leave in the morning”, he said shortly, Daryl eyed the weapons, “don’t…”, he warned. Was he actually going to let you stay here? after you came at him with guns and threatened him? he barely seemed concerned at all

“We have a community”, you said loudly and quickly

“NO!”

“HELL NO!”, they all complained at the same time

You gathered, the five of you, in a corner of the room to discuss it, while Alexander there just stood there. It was kind of comical, he pretended like he didn’t care, checking his nails for dirt, or walking about looking everywhere but where you were. But he could clearly hear you

“Hear me out!”, you said, “he is a veteran, expert in weapons, and we can’t leave him here alone!”, you said

“I’m not gonna let this wacko near ya!”, said Daryl

“If he wanted to kill us, he would have”, you said, you looked at Rosita and then Eugene

“She is right”, she said

“I have to say, due to this guy’s knowledge, and training in combat, I think he would be a great addition to Alexandria…”, said Eugene, “on top of our necessity of his motorized vehicles…”

“And he’s got an arsenal”, you said then, “weapons we can use in the defense of our people”

“Rick doesn’t want anyone else”, said Daryl

“Well, you can all agree that this is a different situation”, you said quickly. “He is here alone, he’s gonna lose his head”

“Better he loses his shit here than Alexandria”, said Abraham, “that isn't our problem”

“He doesn’t strike me as a psychopath”, you said then

“She is right, we need his HUMVEE, and the cart, and we want the tanker, we need those things to carry the stuff we have to take back, and he can be an addition to the team, specially if he knows how to treat bullet wounds”, said Rosita, and her word weighted, since you both had been attacked by him.

“I can take ‘em”, muttered Daryl, looking at him

“This isn’t about that”, you said, “he has cleared this place of walkers, by himself”, you said. “a great part of downtown… we could use that, he has been in Afghanistan”

“Yeah, who knows what kind of messed up things he had goin on”, growled Abraham. But he looked at him, “but you are right, he could be an asset”, he as a military man himself.

“You vouch for him then”, Daryl said meanly, you barely nodded. Daryl then turned to him, “How many walkers have you killed?”, he asked him

“Lost count on triple digits my friend”, he said proudly, he knew what was coming, he tried not to look too excited

“How many people?”, he asked then

“Since my military days…?”

“Since the world went to shit”, said Abraham

“Just a couple of dicks who tried to take my weapons”, he said

“That’s the why”, and you had a flashback from where Carl and Rick asked you these questions, so this was it.

“Welcome to the team”, this guy’s eyes lit up and smiled

“Really?”, he seemed happy, but then he put on a proud face, “won’t let you down”, he said nodding, “where are we heading?”

Notes: you know what? I will leave you all to cast whoever you want as our new character… I will describe him as tall, broad, handsome, and in his 40’s,  then you take control, for me? it’s Jensen Ackles, mmmmm viejo sabroso

@crazyunsexycool @capricxnt

[furiousgoldfish]

Growing up with abusive parents, there was a lot of religious grooming going on, a big emphasis was put on being 'a good person', and I was told often about how god is watching me and judging my every move, and of course, he always agreed with my parents judgment, conveniently for them.

Being a good person meant a lot to me, so I did try very hard to be kind and do good deeds, only when I did this, my parents were very much not satisfied. Instead they would find reasons why my good deeds were, not actually good. I'd get told that I only did things to look good in front of others, or to get the attention, or to get something out of it. This hit me hard at the time, my character was already attacked on all fronts, and now I had to second-guess my every move to judge weather me doing good deeds was only attention-seeking, manipulative and selfish behaviour.

This in turn taught me that I should never expect anything back, never seek any attention, never consider how it makes me look or feel to do good things for others, and, this was still not enough. I was still being told that I did everything so lousy, that it would have been better if I hadn't done anything at all. My thoughtfulness, my attempts at being helpful, obedient, grateful, convenient, generous, supportive and kind, it was always degraded or explained away as 'the least I could do'.

I struggled with analyzing my own actions and the motivations I had for them, and worried that I might be a horrible, self-serving, selfish person. At this point I was already doing everything anyone asked of me, while being polite and mild-mannered about it, and I didn't complain about being overworked, neglected, exhausted, lonely, and tormented by the abuse. I was so focused on scrutinizing my own actions, whether I could have done anything better, whether I was doing it all for wrong reasons, that I couldn't see a simple truth behind this charade: people who were constantly telling me off for not being a good enough person, have never even tried to be good themselves.

My parents, so quick to berate me for not having the right 'motivations' for my kindness, were not bothering to be kind at all. The amount of good deeds they've done for nothing in return is zero. They always had ulterior motives, they only did things to look good, they held others in obligation for every gift, every gesture, every word given to them. They upheld every little 'good deed' they did as a proof that they can do no wrong, used it to get leverage, to get trust and illusion of goodness. They only did good things when convenient and easy, with large payoff. They did things, good and bad, for attention only. I wasn't supposed to notice that. I was supposed to put my head down and feel horrible for everything I ever did.

I've had time to clear my head, and think about how much I should scrutinize my own actions. Even if my standards are still impossibly high for myself, I seem to be very forgiving towards others, finding them good people even if all they do is live for themselves, and find happiness and pleasure for their own benefit. Just not doing harm to others, is good! People are not selfish for wanting to be happy, and focusing on their own happiness, it means there are more happy people on the planet, which is what we want.

The way I was taught to go about being a good person was all about sacrifice. Give away your everything for nothing in return, and then, maybe, if everyone feels you've given them enough, if nobody is left behind, if nobody is left dissatisfied, maybe you'll be considered good. Which is impossible, because you cannot please everyone, you cannot rip yoursef into enough pieces to fix everyone's problems. It's a way to get torn and used and exploited and then have everyone abandon you completely after they've used all of the pieces to their full extent. It's not something a human being should be put trough. It's a devastating mission with no fulfillment, no happy ending, no possibility of it turning okay.

I've started to consider that tearing myself apart for others is not only wrong, but actively a bad thing to do, because it harms me. Is something really good if it harms a person? I am a person. My deeds should not cause harm to myself. Sacrifice is romanticized in both religion and media, but should people want someone to be sacrificed for their own happiness? Is it okay and normal to have a portion of people suffering and torn apart so another portion would be happy? It's a bad system! We shouldn't live like this. People who want to benefit from other's sacrifice are not good, and should not be even given the chance to benefit from it.

Nobody should be sacrificed. Nobody should be bearing other people's burdens indefinitely. Nobody's life should be degraded to another person's convenience.

And children should not be scrutinized for their good acts. Children don't yet have a developed sense of morality, they often copy what they're seeing others do, and they follow their basic instincts of curiosity, desire, boundary testing, wanting to try things out. Their little experiments will often not turn out great, but it's the only way to learn. Being shamed so badly at this stage, for 'not being good enough' can only paralyze them, ending their learning process, forcing them to stop developing their own thinking. So they accept the grooming instead, they accept what is told to them about good and evil, without having the chance to test it and decide for themselves.

I got told I was being bad and I believed it, without ever being able to see how others are benefiting from my desperate obedience. It destroyed my sense of self. Learning this as an adult is much more complicated, because you first have to undo everything that's been done to you before, every belief placed in your head so you'd give up on your own interests and do as you are told, every fear placed in you if you disobey. And then you have to experiment and test your thoughts, see what happens, which again, feels embarrassing as an adult, to have to learn the basics like that. And also at times, scary, because you still hold the trauma of being punished for testing anything, you might feel like your life is on the line if you allow yourself some mischief. Even when others are doing it constantly, carelessly, and get no punishment whatsoever.

They put us trough all this just so they could benefit from us when we were children.

[annwrites]

—sweet heart of mine

sweet, sweet heart of mine, i'm going to break again a million times. — ryan x youngestdutton!reader ; ※♡※

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You run your hand down the side of the horse's neck, smoothing her hair, trying to calm yourself.

"You want me to saddle her for you?"

You look to the side and see Ryan walking toward you, a gentle smile on his face.

You shake your head. "No, I'm okay. Thank you."

He grips the stall door, now standing in front of you. "You sure?"

You nod, biting the inside of your lip, trying to swallow it down.

He takes a small step closer, studying you. "Are you okay, sweetheart?"

One question is all it takes for you to burst into a fit of tears.

He quickly wraps his arms around you, pulling you into his chest, cupping the back of your head, shooshing you comfortingly. "Something happen up at the house?"

You wait until your sobs have turned into soft hiccups before you make an attempt at answering.

You rest your cheek against his plaid button-up, which smells of fresh air and hay, hot tears still slipping down your cheeks. "It's the anniversary of my mom's death today."

He lets out a low swear. "Baby, I'm sorry. I didn't know—"

You shake your head. "It's okay. I wouldn't expect you to have the date memorized. It's just...how the day started out."

You're silent for a moment, wondering if you should tell him—air your father's dirty laundry.

You do it anyway.

"He had the governor in his bed last night," you whisper.

Ryan doesn't need to ask to quickly figure out who it is you're referring to.

"And Beth... She's a mess. She was taking a bath in a horse trough before I came down here."

Ryan snorts, then quickly apologizes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh at that."

You grin yourself. "It's okay. I just...know she's going to get loaded and be at Jamie's throat all day."

A beat of silence.

"I don't want to be here," you mumble, ashamed to admit it.

He shouldn't offer it. He has work to do—he always does—but the thought of you heading back up to the house and listening to your siblings scream and yell at each other while you hide yourself away in your room and cry... He can't stand the thought of it.

"You want to get out of here for a little while?" He offers, hoping you don't hear his heart skipping a beat when he says it.

"Won't Rip get mad?"

"Won't Rip get mad about what?" Asks the very man you'd just mentioned.

Speak of the devil...

Ryan turns his head toward him.

"The hell do you think you're doin'? There's plenty of fuckin' work to be—"

You peak your head out from the side and Rip immediately shuts his mouth, sighing softly. "I'm sorry, Y/N. Thought he had one of those damn barrel racers in here."

Ryan feels you bristle in his arms, so he speaks. "Not exactly my type."

Rip raises a brow. "I'm aware of your—"

You interrupt, wanting to ease his temper before it gets to boiling. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a problem. I just...I wanted to get out of the house."

Rip rests his hands on his hips. "I'm sorry, darlin'. I know today can't be easy."

"She's only making it that much worse."

He knows who you're talking about. It's why he'd been so quick to tear into Ryan—she'd already put him in a mood with her little swimming stunt, and he wanted someone to take it out on.

Ryan releases you then, keeping a hand against the small of your back. "I was just offering to take her somewhere. Just to get her away for a little while. Figured she could use it."

Rip considers him for a moment, you and Ryan remaining silent while he thinks, and then he relents.

He raises a gloved finger. "One hour. And then it's back to work. Got enough shit on my plate without having to chase you down, too."

Ryan looks to you while you look at Rip. "I'll just stay around here. There's a place I like to go. Ryan can come with me. It'll just be nice not to have to be alone for a bit."

youngest dutton sibling and disinterested in your father's business, you instead choose to work in town for a small shop, preferring simplicity for your daily life.

being the baby of the family and his wife's last child, your father only cares that you're safe and happy.

and so, you find contentment in your quaint little life of living on a sprawling ranch, riding horses, walking barefoot through fresh grass, and enjoying the slow nature of your living arrangements.

and then tragedy strikes, and your big brother and best friend, lee, is murdered, and your heart is shattered. and to make matters worse, your siblings return home.

instead of it bringing them closer, however, it instead puts them at each other's throats, ruining your once-peaceful home, throwing it into constant turmoil.

and then enemies begin to close in on all sides, and you begin to live in constant fear of losing that which you've always thought you'd have.

and it seems only one tall, dark cowboy notices the girl that holds his heart...her own is breaking.

a/n: the post i linked at the top i know is very brief, but it's just a scene i came up with for what i intend to turn into a larger story eventually.

headcanons:

ryan has been in love with reader for years, but is terrified that if he tells her, he'll ruin everything. that she'll grow to be uncomfortable around him, the bunkhouse, & the rest of the crew if she doesn't return the sentiment. even if she does: what might john—his damn boss—think?

[vinnsley]

omg.. so ummm i was thinking.. have u seen norton in the new story? :3 and yk how he kinda like.. didn’t say a word to Alice.. I was wondering if u can write a fic.. where norton has a s/o.. :3 in the game and only talks to them.. and everyone is just like “wtf”.. :3

ORIGINAL: chuckles evilly. LOOK NO FURTHER DEAR ANON!!! (i deleted idv awhile ago. Youtube, my friend... :3)

UPDATED: Yes. I redownloaded IDV a while ago and finished the new story quests and unfortunatly by the time i am writing this, i don't remember everything clearly, so if this has any information wrong, i apologize 😭 (lately i haven't been playing either (by lately i mean months))

Edit 2: i realized that the most popular thing ive written is exactly abt norton.. and its smut. ermmmm😓

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-At first, you had 0 idea what to expect. Your boyfriend got sent a letter inviting them to a mysterious manor and he had to go alone. You were worried for him, considering the events of his past, but you let him on his way.

-It only took a few weeks for you to recieve a letter similar to what Norton recieved — from the same manor. It mostly contained that you are invited to the manor for reasons the writer rather not disclose trough a letter.

-Considering this was the same letter that made Norton leave, you immedieatly grabbed your suitcase and started to pack a few clothing items you deemed fit.

-The ride towards the manner was long —making you nervous by every second that passed. Would you see Norton again? Did something happen to him? What is it that this mysterious person wanted to talk with you about? Aswell as with a few others who would be present?

-When you finally arrived infront of the manor, you took a deep breath. Not too sure if you were ready to hear or see what was going on inside said manor. You walked up to the door and knocked, waiting for a few seconds (Which felt like hours in your point of view) and the door opened.

-A butler opened the door. Not saying anything aside your name as a question. Wanting to confirm it was actually you.

-You nod and give the old-looking man your invite, to which he nodded and let you inside. A maid bowing infront of you slightly as a greeting, before saying that she'll be your guide, and that you were free to ask questions whenever you wanted.

-You felt like you wanted to burst into words, you had so many questions. But anxiety has sewn your mouth shut, unable to mutter a single word besides an affirmation to the maid and following her to your temporary residence.

-The tour tooj atleast 1,5 hours in your opinion. The whole manor was... giant, in your words. You asked questions here and there to the maid, to which she either responded... or not. Which made your gut feel weird, but you shrugged it off.

-You already met a few people already. Like Mr. Kreiburg...But you wouldn't actually call it a meeting. As you reached out your hand and tried to introduce yourself, he only picked up his cane and moved your hand away from him before walking past you, his face only being... sour. Quite the asshole, you thought.

-Ms. Plinius, the entomologist you saw outside the small garden of the manor. For being such a big house, the garden was for sure small to your standards. But Ms. Plinius atleast didn't... shrug you off first chance she got. She simply introduced her and went back to examining... or atleast that's what you thought she was doing with the bees.

-You also met Orpheus. He was nice. He actually conversed with you for a bit. You found out that he was a writer of some kind, and that he's mostly at the manor because of this.

-You also met Ms. DeRoss. Or how she preferred — Alice. She was also nice. She conversed with you for a bit aswell. She was a journalist, that's what you found out about her.

-As you continued to walk around the manor, trying to see if there was anyone else, you had no luck. When you peeked inside the last room and you didn’t see anyone, you sighed.

-Wasn't Norton invited here? Why isn't he here then? You were confused. And mostly scared for your lover.

-You decided to shrug it off. You were already tired from all that travelling you did during the day, the meetings —Good or bad—, the tour.

-You ate dinner with the invited people who... participated in the dinner, because Mr. Kreiburg... was missing. As it seemed like it was a common occurance for him to not attend, he usually asked his food to be brough to his room appearently.

-After you were done, you said your good night's to everyone and went to your room. Your luggage being next to the small space next to the bed, as you picked it up and placed it on the table, rummaging trough it for your nightly wear.

-When you found it, you tried to change as quickly as possible to be able to get more rest that your body and consciousness craved at this point.

-Tomorrow morning, you were woken up by a sharp knock on your door. The person on the other side for sure knew how to wake someone up... You called out a 'come in' in a sleepy tone stretching as your body popped here and there from the movement.

-The butler from before came in. He informed you that breakfast would be starting soon, and that you should probably gather yourself together for the day. You yawned and nodded in response. The butler soon walked out when he saw your nod — giving you your privacy.

-You stood up, going to the bathroom to wash your face. After that, you went to your luggage still on the table, opened, and picked out your next outfit for the day.

-You opened the door and walked out, closing it behind you as you saw someone with black hair and a... hat of some kind walk down the stairs? It was... a green or grey. You couldn't really tell from how fast they rushed down the stairs.

-You shrugged it off, walking downstairs in your own pace and walking to the dining table.

-When you arrived, you looked around. Alice, Ms. Plinius, Orpheus... and Norton?

-So he was actually here! Your heart felt like it could burst open from happiness any second now. You wanted to scream in happiness, but no. You couldn't. You were with people who were technically still strangers.

-Norton did notice and recognize you too. His reaction simply being his eyes widening than narrowing to his usual look. He always had a better poker face than you — that you both knew.

-But for some reason, there was no space set in the table next to Norton... So you simply put your fingers on the satin that was under the plate, and pulled it infront of the chair next to Norton, sitting down beside him.

-You took your food and while you did, everyone besides Norton stared at you weirdly for a bit. Why did you... sit next to Norton? They barely managed to get his name out of him (which was actually given by the butler) but you sit next to him? The most anti-social person besides Kreiburg?

-They were confused to say the least. But... hey. You do you. They guess.

-While everyone was eating, talking, Alice noticed that Norton was... actually talking to you? Sure, she couldn't hear what you two were conversing about, but Norton was definitely going on and on about something.

-Did you two know eachother? Probably. No. Most definitely. Norton hasn't spoken a single word to anyone, yet he is actively talking to you. You two definitely knew eachother from somewhere.

-Alice looked over to Orpheus as he was talking to Ms. Plinius, slightly nudging him with her elbow and she signalled to the pair of you with her eyes.

-Orpheus kept talking to Ms. Plinius, making an act of as if they weren't watching the two of you, while he glanced at the both of you from time to time. Nobody could tell, but Ms. Plinius took the hint aswell and noticed the same thing as Orpheus and Alice.

-It was as if the two of you were friendly with eachother. Maybe even more.

-But they couldn't do much at the moment... they might ask you two... or more specifically you of your relationship with him later.

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ACK. im sorry if i messed up anything... and im so uncertain if melly was actually referred to as Ms. Or Mrs. google didnt give me any solid answers either so... excuse that if its wrong pls🤕🙏

[thepenguinwriter]

I was wondering if you're okay writing an Angel Dust. M!Reader. More specifically Drag Angel Dust. I haven't seen anyone make these before so this is an original idea. A one-shot if perfect, but you can do whatever you want. You can do this as smut or fluff, it doesn't matter! Have a great rest of your day!!

`` 𝐖𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥? ```

╰┈➤✮ 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠!𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 𝐃𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐱 𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

╰┈➤✮ 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐟𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝.

╰┈➤✮ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 - 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠!𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥, 𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐚𝐥

You were sprawled out on the couch of your shared hotel room with your boyfriend, Angel Dust. You scrolled trough your phone mindlessly, listening to the spider demon rambling on about makeup. You weren't exactly knowledgeable in fashion, that was usually left up to your darling, so it all sounded like gibberish.

"..and this new primer I got, ugh, I love it! But seriously, I need to buy some new brushes soon, 'cuz.. hey, are you even listenin'?"

You turned your gaze to see your boyfriend staring at you with a questioning, and perhaps offended look in his eyes. You sighed and sat up straighter. "I am, but honestly, babe, I don't have a clue what you're talking about."

Angel rolled his eyes, adding a few finishing touches to his makeup look before standing up and walking over to his comically large closet. "What outfit do ya think I should go for?"

"I dunno." You shrugged, going back to scrolling trough Sinstagram.

"Gee, ya could atleast be a little helpful," The spider said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. He went on to dig trough his wardrobe.

Finally deciding to actually help, you put your phone away and leaned against the arm of the couch. "Don't you usually make an outfit for each show?" You asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, but Val didn't tell me 'bout this shit 'til it was too late," Angel replied, scrunching up his face in anger at his mention of his boss.

You lent a sympathetic look to your partner. "Just pick something pink and shiny, that usually works."

"Doll, how many pink and shiny outfits do ya think I have?"

"Way too many?"

The spider demon nodded and turned back to his closet with a sigh.

You pondered on the couch, a silence filling the hotel room. The only sound was Angel rummaging trough his clothes, and your finger tapping onto the material the couch was made of.

Eventually, you came to a conclusion.

"..go for something hot and sexy. Everyone likes that. Like.. black and pink. Revealing. That stuff."

Your boyfriend seemed to consider the option. Then, as if in realization, he turned back to you.

"...You just wanna see me in that outfit because ya think it's hot, huh?"

You grinned. "Maybe."

Angel smiled and pulled out the exact outfit you described, making your eyes light up. "Alright handsome, ya get what you want."

"Yes!" You jumped up from the couch, going over to kiss him. "You're the sweetest, baby."

"Don't mention it, hot stuff." He smiled, kissing you back. "You'll get to have me all to yourself after the show."

A/N: Angel!! I always love writing for him. I hope the oneshot was worth the wait :,D thank you for your request!!

Divider by: @rookthornesartistry