#i think we should go back to the good ol days where running off to the circus was a viable option

[jouxlskaard]

I hate applying for jobs bc what do you mean I need experience and references and a driver's license and proof that I'm allowed to work. why can't I rock up to your place of business with my heart on my sleeve and a desire to make a difference in the world

[alexa-fika]

Hello, can you do injuredchild!dokucha x Cross guild. It was buggys fault because he was suppose to take you out on a little walk outside but he then got distracted and now he lost you. They try to find you, mihawk worried. After 2 days, they find out the marinies took you when Buggy wasn't looking.

Thank you, and make sure to drink water

Family Secrets (Cross guild x gn!child!reader)

A/N okay…. I totally missed the injured part of the piece but hopefully this is somewhat what you were expecting. GUYS I AM BACK, I THINK. MY THROAT STILL HURTS BUT PINK EYE IS GONE, I think, BUT I DID IT , BE PROUD OF ME

Reader here is replaced by Dokucha which stabds for reader in japanese

Dividers by @/saradika

“Cruncle is going to be reallyy mad at Mister Clown if he hears what you said,” the child said, a frown on their face as they looked up at clown

“Bah, he won’t know. I'm no snitch. Are you a snitch?”

“Umm, I don’t think I should keep things from Dad and Cruncle…”

“You should, they could get mad, y’know?”

“Dad and Cruncle are going to get mad at me?!” They cried

“They won’t if you don’t snitch, that will make them happy.”

“O-okay, if it makes Cruncle and Dad upset then I won’t be a snitch!”

“Atta Kid, what does make them happy is for you to call me Uncle Buggy, to hear how good of a time you had with ol Uncle Bugg…!” Buggy grinned, only to frown as the child began tugging at his clothes, trying to get his attention again

“What?! Don’t interrupt me!” He snapped

“But Mister Clown, ships are coming to the island.”

“Yeah, yeah, those are probably more guild members returning after handing out rewards,” he brushed off, trying to continue his previous statement, only to scowl as once again he was interrupted

“But they’re marine ships…

“You little brat let me ta- HAH?!”

His words were promptly cut off as the sound of bombing began to be heard, heavy objects crashing around them; the last thing they heard was the shrill cries of their self-proclaimed uncle

“Oh, you’re Up!”

Dokucha looked up at the sound of the voice, finding themselves being carried by an unfamiliar man in a familiar uniform, upon realizing this, they were quick to scramble off the man with a startled cry

“Hey! Hey! Don’t worry. We are here to rescue you! We’re the good guys!” They exclaimed, kneeling next to the startled child

“Where’s Papa?” They cried, backing away from them

“Papa? Oh! Those slimy pirates must have kidnapped you. Don’t worry, we’ll find your Papa!”

“Dokucha, if you are ever captured, you must not let the Marines know about your relationship with me.” Mihawk started looking at the child in front of him

“No! I Want everyone to know about Papa!” They remembered screaming back at his father’s strange statement only to squeak at the glare the former threw at them at the interruption

“Sorry”

“Listen, it is to protect you. If marines were to know of your relationship with me, they would not be as kind to let you go, making it harder to retrieve you.”

“Harder to come back to Papa?”

“Yes, if they do know of me, you can come back with ease”

“I want everyone to know I’m Papa’s and how awesome he and Cruncle are, but if it means I can come back sooner, I will keep it a secret! I'm really good at keeping secrets!”

“I know you are,” he replied with a small smile, ruffling their hair

“Kid?”

“Ah?”

“Do you know the name of your father?”

“No..,” they sniffled climbing to their feet

“I see; well, just give me a minute. I will report back, and then we will be on our way,” he said pulling out a den den mushi from his coat

“Okay, sorry to make you wait, now let’s head to the ship. I'm sure your father must be close by, and if those scumbags got him, we will save him!”

“Ship?” They questioned

“Yes, we can help you look for him when we make contact with HQ.”

“That won’t be necessary.” A voice cut in

The blinked owlishly as the marine plummeted to the ground, grinning at the familiar figure standing behind them

“Uncle Daz!” They cheered, running and jumping to the arms of the officer

“Are you ready to go?”

“Are we going to find Papa?”

“No. I am already aware of his whereabouts; we are heading back to the guild.”



“Hah? Where is Papa?”

“He is handling the disturbance along with Crocodile; we will rendezvous at the guild.”

“That should be the last of them,” muttered Crocodile, glancing at the destruction surrounding him and his co-worker had created, a chuckle escaping him

“Something you wish to share?,” Mihawk muttered, shedding Yoru behind him

“Never took you for the protective type, Hawkeye.”

“What are you on about?”

“Don’t try to hide it; the kid affects you; there is anger behind your sword.”

“….”

“Has the fearsome Hawkeye gone soft on someone?”

“Hold your tongue if you wish to keep it, Crocodile,” he sighed as he walked away, letting the latter snicker away in amusement only for his amused smile to turn into a scowl around at words

“Not to mention, you have also been affected by them; I was not the only one blinded by rage in this battle.”

“Papa!” Dokucha cheered, running to the arms of the swordsman as he made his way into the guild

“I apologize I did not retrieve you personally. Are you alright?”

“Yeah! Uncle Daz found me from the marine guy,” they cheered, nuzzling into their father's embrace

“Did he hurt you?” He asked, a slight tightening in his hold at the words spoken

“No, but he kept insulting everyone! He was so mean, Papa!”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah! Such a meanie! He kept calling you icky names, but I did as Papa asked and never told him about you!” They grinned, throwing the swordsman a thumbs up

“I knew I could trust you with it, good job” he replied, a smile forming on his face

They beamed at his praise, giggling happily until a thought came to mind

“Eh? Papa, where is mister Clown?”

“Don’t worry about him. He is occupied at the moment; Crocodile is with him.”

“Oh! Is Cruncle taking care Of him? Is he hurt?”

“He is….taking care of him, yes. I will join him soon enough to clear some with the clown as well.”

Here we go, like I said I did miss that injured part but hopefully you guys like it? Im sorry I kept all of you waiting for so long, is everyone still alive? Also im sorry to the buggy fans but….he’s gone, he definitely ain’t surviving this

Taglist:

@Imaginarydreams

@amethystviolin

@h0n3y-l3m0n05

[signedkoko]

Hi again~! Your first batch of valentines are super cute, you did a great job! Also, I would be honored to be 💙 Anon if you’d like! Sorry for responding late, but I didn’t want to clog up your inbox! Maybe one day I’ll be brave enough to come off anon. 😂

I have a fresh request for you too, I hope you’ll like it! Would you please do romantic headcanons or a little oneshot (I’ll let you decide which you feel like!) for Vox and f!reader going out dancing? I got the idea in my head recently and it won’t go away! Like just imagine him taking reader to one of those 1950s style nightclubs with the big ol’ dance floors for a night out—I think it’d be so cute! 😊

Thank you as always for all your hard work!

-💙

Rum Punch [Romantic]

In which on one random boring night you bring up how you miss dancing at clubs, and Vox only wants to make you happy. Reader is female.

Song - Don't Start Now x Hung Up Remix

There was nothing peculiar going on for you or your husband tonight; just normal days highlighted by seeing one another. There was nothing wrong with repetition, of course, you were both comfortable and happy as you were most nights.

But tonight, you couldn't help but feel inspired by the various songs switching as Vox scrolled through sinstagram. 

"If you like staring at me so much, why not take a picture?" The voice blurted from your phone, and when you looked down at it, Vox's head had taken over the screen. 

Rolling your eyes, you swiped the screen, which caused his visage to switch back to his main monitor. 

"Not you, though I know you just love the idea of being my only focal point." Your neutral expression shifted into a smile, enjoying your usual teasing. 

"I was just feeling..." As you trailed, the overlord leaned toward you expectantly. "Inspired?"

Reaching over, you pressed a button on the side of his screen, which immediately closed off his face and opened up his home screen. An angry grumbling came from your phone again, and you couldn't help but laugh as you used his monitor to look up the nearest club. 

He swatted your hands away once you finished typing, and his face came back with a look of annoyance. 

"Listen, if you want to party so bad, I'll take you to a party! Best of the best, every celebrity you could ever-"

"That's sweet and all, but I mean a real party—an old club with a big dance floor and shitty drinks!" You stood up, holding your hands far apart as you expressed the size of the dancefloor. Vox only sat back, sinking into the couch. 

He looked up to the sky as you jokingly showed off some disco moves to exaggerate your point, though he stopped you when he held up a hand. 

"Well, if my baby wants to party, then party we will! But I get to pick the place." 

. . .

Only an hour later, the two of you were dressed and on your way. You argued that you didn't want to draw any attention, so he begrudgingly called a cab instead of his usual driver. 

"So! Where are we going?"

"You'll see."

"Not even a hint?"

Vox only shook his head, though he laughed at your interest. Hell had a fuckton of bars, most shittier than the rest, so he made sure to pick a place he had minor ties to, that way he could ensure your safety.

Not that he would tell you that. He knew you liked the authenticity of being a stranger to others, but you should have thought of that before you said 'I do' to hell's most known man. 

When you arrived, Vox could see the excitement creep onto your face upon seeing the club. It was run down, certainly, but it had a full parking lot and the music was blaring. 

He seemed quite proud of himself, knowing he'd done a good job, but he quickly straightened himself out and offered a hand to you. In no time, the muffled music turned into a rhythm your heart could beat too, surrounded by friends and couples dancing together. 

This was certainly old school—older than you expected—it was tacky, but it was perfect. Everyone's heels tapped on the waxed pine floor, which made every step louder than it seemed and filled the room with the drum of dozens dancing. 

It looked to be some kind of tropical theme, with fake palm trees along the walls and many colourful cocktails with pineapple wedges or mini umbrellas. 

All the chairs were wicker, along with the tables, though those had glass slabs on top of them to protect from the likely hundreds of spills this place saw per night. The seating surrounded the dance floor, most tables had a few people who would take turns on the dance floor. While you were interested in the warm-toned string lights hanging around the ceiling, Vox was interested in grabbing a drink. 

"For the lady, a rum punch...and I'll go for the blue Hawaii." There were almost too many options, but you couldn't go wrong with the classics. 

You were still distracted taking in the scene as he leant against the bar, glancing at you with a chuckle. He was sure he could have picked anywhere and you'd have been happy, but he liked to think he did a good job. 

"You know, this sorta scene really reminds me of my startup in hell." A drink in each hand, Vox let you take a sip of both before handing you the one you enjoyed more. As always, you stared at him when he drank, probably still weirded out by how a monitor drank. Vox chose to ignore it as per usual. 

When your gaze never left him, he figured he might as well continue. 

"Val and I have known each other a long, long time. He got into business before me, and you know his thing. He'd go to every nightclub in the city, trying to find people who'd hear him out." Vox stiffed a laugh, seemingly amused, thinking of Valentino's struggle to fame. 

"He needed a cameraman, and I was better than nothing. But cameramen were easy to hire, so quickly I was moved to handling the website, and you know the rest from there." He turned his monitor to the dancefloor, his now mostly empty drink placed on the table you were standing by. 

"Places like these were all the hype. We went from scouting in them to blowing our paychecks in them to owning them." In his peripherals, he saw you down the last of your drink, sitting it next to his and pumping your first in the air. 

"Here's to the past! And how much better it feels looking back on it than being in it." You dropped a lighthearted comment to pull him back to the present, grabbing his hand to drag him into the mingling hot bodies dancing as if they were going to die tomorrow. 

He had to duck and squeeze between everyone, seeing as you were far smaller and could get through easier. But eventually, you were in the centre of the dance floor, facing each other. 

"Are you sure it's okay to dance after chugging a drink?" 

"I can't hear you! Just dance dumbass!" He could hear you just fine, but he shrugged it off with a grin, seeing you bust out the same moves you had in your living room just a few hours ago. 

Only this time, he grabbed one of your hands and joined in. 

Song after song, you two were never further than a few inches from each other. While Vox focused on keeping you close to him, you were busy singing out the lyrics to songs he didn't even know you knew. He made sure everyone saw that you were all over him, and he was just the same back, to make sure there were no incidents with stupid demons thinking they could take you away from him. 

Even in the heat of dancing, Vox would always be jealous enough to worry about others looking at you. 

But those thoughts were easily distracted when you'd pull him in for a kiss or push up against him, asking him to do a move with you. 

A few drinks later and the night was a blur shaped vaguely like you, something that danced around his head until, eventually, he could remember that you both had work the next day and needed to leave. 

When you left the building, there were only a few cars left in the parking lot, the building having mostly cleared during the handful of hours you'd both spent there. 

Vox was holding you in his arms, bridal style, while you held loosely onto the heels you really shouldn't have worn. 

This time, he called for his driver and let you comfortably lay in the back with your head in his lap, his claws carefully tracing through your hair and scratching your scalp. He could tell you were half asleep, but still coming down from the high of the club. 

"Vox."

"Mhmm?"

"Thank you for taking me out," You paused as if you had something else to add, but when the pause continued for what felt like minutes, Vox realized you'd passed out on his lap. 

For once, his grin was nothing but a careful smile, his hand leaving your head to rub circles into your shoulder. 

"Thank you for reminding me what it felt like to be human."

Author's Note - This was SO HARD TO WRITE but not because of the story 😭I was so excited for this prompt, but I had a 7hr exam right before I started this, and then I finished it at 8 am after being awoken by the window cleaners PRESSURE WASHING MY WINDOW. Scared the hell outta me!

Anyways im rambling, tysm for requesting blue anon! I am so glad we have an indicator for you now 🖤

Word Count - 1,432

[girlboypersonthingy]

First Meetings~

Voltron x reader drabble about the first time they met each other 💖💖💖 Gender neutral reader ALWAYS !

LANCE 💙

This cheeky boi. He first laid eyes on you back at the Garrison when he saw you and Pidge talking one day at lunch in the cafeteria. Hunk and Lance came strolling in to find Pidge, presumably to bug them and mess with their current technology fixation. Before the two boys have even sat at the table, Lance has his eyebrow cocked, a smirk on his lips and a hand slowly running through his hair.

"Hey...name's Lance." He looks down at you, leaning on the table to get closer to you. You smile at him politely, unsure of his motive with such a flirty tone.

"Hi. I'm (Y/N). Nice to meet you." You offer him your hand to shake and your smile widens. Right then, as his hand fell into yours and you were being so nice to him (and he was lowkey admiring your smiling lips), he felt it. It was kind of like he had to throw up, but also like he wanted to run a marathon. You'd think he'd go for the ol' kiss on the back of the hand cliche, but not with you. He just stares, in awe of how cute you look. You were different...he didn't know why, but he just couldn't keep his cool around you.

"I-I like your name. Heh...uh yeah. Nice to meet you, too." He mumbles, now a shy blushing mess. Your hands parted, but he kept staring at you. You couldn't help the blush that crept up on your face as you quickly looked away from him. "Oh brother..." Pidge mumbles as they roll their eyes, still tinkering with their device. "Dude, you good?" Hunk whispers to him as he watches the awkward staring contest happening between you two.

"Uh I should...get going actually." You stand slowly, smiling at the two boys again before gently nudging Pidge's shoulder. "See ya later, Pidge." Pidge simply nods, not looking up from their current project. And with that, you quickly run off to your room to scream into a pillow because OH MY GOD WHO WAS THAT CUTIE AND WHERE HAS HE BEEN ALL YOUR LIFE??? And Lance...yeah, he just starts screaming right there in the cafeteria...in front of everyone because the boy is S T A R S T R U C K.

SHIRO 🖤

Aww space dad is so sweet and polite. You and Shiro met when you helped Keith rescue him when he landed back on Earth after the failed Kerberos mission. You had befriended Keith just after Shiro had disappeared and while you knew who Shiro was, you had never actually gotten the chance to meet or interact with him before you were dragging his limp body off of that medical table.

As soon as he woke up, Keith was by his side. "Shiro? Hey...how are you feeling?" Keith stood from his seat and quickly approached the bed Shiro was laying on. He sat up slowly with a groggy groan. "I'm alright." He replies softly before rubbing his eyes.

"Hey, Keith. You haven't eaten all day. Come on, why don't we-" You stop in your tracks upon seeing Shiro awake and standing slowly. You had been concerned that Keith was just rotting away in his seat waiting for Shiro to wake up, but all thoughts left your mind when you saw him. He reaches his long, strong arms above his head to stretch and you just watch, taking note of how much taller than you he is. Seeing him up close like this had your heart doing back flips. His eyes look so soft and his hair is a bit disheveled and he's smiling at you. Oh god, he's smiling at you...

"Oh, uhm. Hi. I'm (Y/N), Keith's friend." You blurt out nervously, fidgeting with your fingers. Shiro nods and holds out his hand to you. "(Y/N). Nice to know Keith is making friends. I'm-" You cut him off as you slap your hand into his, shaking it excitedly. "Shiro! Yeah, I know who you are. Everyone does." His smile becomes bashful as your eyes meet, giving you a firm hand shake. He can't find the strength to let go of you, not when you were looking at him like that, his smile growing by the millisecond. The way he repeated your name made you forget how to breathe for a second. It was like in the movies, a slow motion love-at-first-sight scene.

Keith simply raises a brow and crosses his arms as he watches you guys get lost in each other's eyes for a moment. "Uhm..." Keith's voice brings Shiro back to reality. He quickly pulls his hand away, averts his gaze and clears his throat. His once soft and lovely expression has turned more serious. "I have so much to tell you, Keith."

PIDGE 💚

Let's be real...Matt TOTALLY hooked ya'll up. You were Matt's friend before you met Pidge. He was nice and funny and hella nerdy just like you. You guys just got each other. One day, he invites you over to help you with some very challenging homework because he's obviously way smarter than you and he could tell you were struggling.

You sat across from him at his family's kitchen table, your head in your hands as you sighed. "I'm gonna fail." You groan, causing Matt to chuckle. "No you won't, (Y/N). Come on, let's go over it again." You sigh and try to follow along in your textbook as he reads to you. A small figure sneaking to the cupboard catches your eye. You glance up to see who it was looking for a midnight snack. Matt stopped reading and smirked a bit. "Pidge, you better brush your teeth after you eat all that sugar." You watch the younger of the siblings turn towards you, their arms full of different candies and chocolates. "You're not the boss of me." They reply in a snarky tone, making Matt whip his head around to look at them. "I'm the oldest person in this room, that makes me the boss of both of you." Pidge simply rolls their eyes as you struggle to look away from them.

Pidge approaches you guys, slowly sliding a mars bar across the table to Matt. "Don't tell mom I'm eating sugar this late, please?" They mumble shyly as they attempt to bribe their sibling. You can't help but stare. This adorably small person with long, messy hair and tired eyes was the most gorgeous person you'd ever seen. Matt snatches the candy bar with a cheeky grin. "Only if you share with (Y/N), too."

Pidge glances over at you and sighs. "Fine. What kind do you want?" You panic, barely able to function with them standing so close. "Uh...you uh...got any Reese's?" They go to slide the candy over to you and as you reach out for it, your fingertips touch just for a second. That's all it takes for you two to make eye contact and you both become blushing messes as you both yank your hands back. The eye contact doesn't last long because Pidge is just a shy little bean, but Pidge definitely keeps glancing over at you as you reach out and pull the candy closer. You open it and take a bite, smiling a bit. "Mmm, I love peanut butter." And Pidge just can't look away now. You like peanut butter, they like peanut butter and the way your face looks as you chew. Wow, they think you're too cute.

Pidge just stares as you take another bite. The silence, at this point, is too much to bear. Finally, Matt chimes in, "Geez, Pidge, stare much?" You blush as you look up and meet their gaze. You flash them a small smile, watching them get flustered. They quickly look away and angrily snatch the candy bar from their brother's hand. "I hate you." They grumble before walking off back to their room.

"They totally like you. Oh ho ho! I'm never letting this go." Matt snickers as your face grows more red.

KEITH ❤️

Baby boy met you after you were rescued from a galra prison. Pidge, of course, needed to search every cell for her father and brother and they stubbled upon you, dirty, weak and starving. You looked exhausted but hopeful. Pidge calls for some help in getting you and the others in your cell back to the castle. At this time, Keith was much too busy being the protector to really help you all escape.

Once back at the castle, all the others who were held captive with you were doing fine, but you were in much worse shape. The galra seemed to really despise humans so you were thrown in the ring to fight and man handled the most. Bruises littered your body, scrapes and dry blood painted your face. You had a hard time even making it off the galra ship and to the castle, so Shiro and Allura thought it would be best to put you in a healing pod.

It wasn't long before all the paladins were surrounding your pod, wondering how another human ended up all the way out here in the hands of the galra. Finally, as the pod begins to opens, the group goes silent as they watch you. "Someone better grab them. Last time I did, Allura nearly ripped my poor ear off." Lance shoves his hands in his pockets. "Don't look at me! They're like twice my size!" Pidge protests, their arms crossed now. "Guys-" Keith tries to intervene. "Just do it, Lance." Pidge argues and suddenly, the blue and green paladins are full blown shouting at one another. As Shiro tries to deescalate their fight, Keith notices that your eyes are still closed, but you're slowly leaning forward. He jumps forward to catch your weak body before you nearly face plant. You fall into his arms with a grunt, slowly opening your eyes.

"Hmm? Where...where am I?" You ask the boy holding you, his eyes looking deep into yours. "You're uh...We're uh..." Keith just couldn't come up with any words as his pretty purple eyes bore into yours and your hands clutched the sleeves of his jacket. Your lips began to stretch into a shy smile as he slowly came down to his knees, still cradling you in his arms (lmao bonding moment <3). He gently rests you on the ground, nearly scrambling to get away from you and back to his feet. You look around at the others, a confused look on your face. As Allura begins to explain where you are and who they all are, Keith is just staring at you down on the ground. He rubs his arms where your hands were just resting, a blush quickly tinting his entire face and neck. If God is real, Keith is pretty sure he just met them.

You stand slowly, feeling tired but better than before. "Wow, no way I was saved by the paladins of Voltron. Cool!" You smiled brightly as you clasped your hands together behind your back. "Uh, sorry. I'm (Y/N)." You look around the group as they all begin telling you their names. When your eyes landed on Keith, his eyes went wide with embarrassment. "Keith..." He mumbles shyly, making your stomach drop. "Thanks for catching me, Keith." You watch as he looks down at his shoes, his long dark hair covering his beet red face. You are so damn cute, what the hell? He's never felt this way before and neither have you. The way his name rolled off your tongue made him want to punch something, but also made him want to cry? He is such a dense guy, but something about you softened him just a bit that day.

HUNK 💛

You and Hunk met back at the Garrison. Lance was no doubt out trying to impress some cute pilot while Pidge sat up on the roof, looking for signs of their brother and father. So, that left Hunk to go on a mission of his own. It was late, far past curfew, but when your stomach is grumbling you decide to sneak into the cafeteria in hopes of finding a late night snack. It was dark and quiet as you tip toe through the halls, constantly looking over your shoulder for anyone who might catch you. As you scurry into the kitchen, you slowly open the large industrial sized fridge. The light from the fridge illuminates the room around you and as you look back once again to check for anyone who might catch you, you nearly yelp as your eyes meet Hunk's. He's sitting up on the counter with a jar of peanut butter and a spoon, his eyes wide when he sees you.

"Geez, you scared me" You both whisper in unison. The way the dim light lit up his cute chubby face had you seeing stars. There was a bit of peanut butter on the corner of this mouth and his cheeks were turning red as he stared at you. He couldn't see much detail with the way the light was shining behind you, but just the way you were standing with your hands behind your back and the way your voice sounded tired and the way you wouldn't tear your eyes off of him. Boy was whipped. "I-if you tell anyone about this-" You whispered before he jumped down from the counter to get a closer look at you. "No, its okay. I come in here all the time after curfew. It'll be our little secret."

Now that he's this close, he can see the color of your hair and the shape of your jaw and the curve of your smiling lips. You looked back and forth between his kind eyes and the jar of peanut butter in his hand, your heart racing. "You...want some?" He holds the jar out to you and you shake your head. "Uh no thanks. I was looking for something salty like chips or something." And before you can finish your sentence, he's opening cupboards to help you find a good salty snack. You watch him for a moment before you realize your heart is POUNDING in your chest. He was so...big. Not that you mind that, you just couldn't help but wonder how warm and comforting his hugs must be.

"Ah ha! Hope you like salt and vinegar chips." He turns to hand you the bag, a bright smile plastered across his tan face. You took the bag from his hand and nodded. "You really know your way around the kitchen, huh?" Your voice is still soft, just above a whisper. He lets out a soft laugh as he nods his head. "I mean...I'm not trying to brag, but I do whip up a mean apple pie. Do you...like pie?" He watches as you stare up at him. He wanted to look away because we all know Hunk is a shy babe, but he really loved the way your hair was messy right now and the way you looked at him made his knees feel weak. "Apple is my favorite pie." And at that, you're both full blown smiling at each other.

"I'm (Y/N)." You offer him your hand and he's quick to grab it, shaking it gently. "Hunk." He lets your hand go, but he wishes the contact would never end. Your hand was so cold in his and now he was picturing you two cuddled up in bed, his warm body bringing you comfort. You both stood in a comfortable silence for just a moment before you both hear talking and footsteps coming from the hallway.

"Goodnight, Hunk!" You whisper shout before taking off back towards your room. He watched you scurry off, not even worried about getting caught right now. He couldn't look away, not when you had just said his name so soft and panicked.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)." He sighs dreamily.

ALLURA 💖

You met the princess during a mission in which team Voltron had to sneakily board a galra ship in order to deactivate a weapon that would soon be used to try and capture their precious lions. The galra were using you to their advantage- you were a weak human but you were feisty and a decent fighter so they forced you to protect and serve them and, in return, you were treated a bit better than the other prisoners.

As sirens blare in the ship, you run to where you were told to go. You were simply following orders. As you quickly round the corner, your body SLAMS into another, sending you both falling back on your butts. You quickly regain your footing and reach for your dagger before realizing the hard collision of your bodies sent it flying off in another direction. As the other figure stands, you lift your hands and take a wide-legged stance, ready to fight with your bare hands. Before the fighting began, the tall woman in front of you takes off her helmet, making you nearly gasp. "A human?' She asks, her eyes wide. Your hands fell back to your sides as you watched her. She was so tall and pretty. Did you just die and go to heaven because you are so sure she's an angel.

You shake your head to regain clarity and raise your fists again. "Yeah, and who the hell are you?" She steps closer to you, her hands up in a nonthreatening way. "I'm Princess Allura, I am with Voltron. How did you end up here? Why are you working for the galra?" You blink in shock, your hands once again falling to your sides. "Voltron?" You repeat, realizing this could be your savior. "The galra are keeping me here, forcing me to work for them. I-" She cuts you off by grabbing your hand and leading the way. As you run along behind her, you're quick to grab your dragger off the floor and return it to it's sheath on your hip.

You couldn't help but let your eyes wonder the back of her figure, admiring her long legs and slender fingers wrapped around yours. Your hand was sweating but not as much as your face was. This beautiful lady was rescuing you after you nearly punched her just seconds ago. You simply followed along as the rest of the team took out the weapon and soon returned back to the castle.

Once back at the castle, you introduce yourself, explain your situation and sheepishly apologize for making their mission harder. "Well, I'm glad you're here, (Y/N). If the galra were utilizing your talents then I'm sure we can make good use of you, too." The way your name sounded on her voice made your mouth dry. You gulp nervously, staring up at her bright blue eyes. "Y-yeah. I'm glad I'm here too, Princess." She smiles sweetly at you, causing both of you to blush slightly. For just a moment, everything else disappears and it's just you and her, eyes locked, lips slowly turning up into a smile, cheeks growing more and more red. She realizes that the moment is becoming awkward and tense so she looks over to the others, noticing their smirks. They all knew you two were falling for each other. "Well then...are you hungry?" She asks you before glancing at you once more. "Starving." You reply softly before following the team to the dinning room.

[kicksnscribs]

"Ah, you want me to talk about the Twins huh?"

"Not much to say about em, really. Used to run the subway system in Iacon way back before all the slag hit the fan. Damn good at it too.

Nicest lads you'd ever met and practically inseparable! Where one went the other was close by, almost as if they were joined at the hip. Rough upbringin's will do that to ya or so I've heard

Couldn't believe it when i saw the white one on the side of the 'Cons, even less so when i realized he was by himself. We captured him one day as a POW one time. Took a lot of us to pull it off but we managed eventually. That's when I heard the story of what happened to his...I guess brother is what you humans would call them if you absolutely needed a word to describe him. Figured the 'Cons promised him a way to get him back somehow if he joined up with them and he took the offer in a desperate attempt to find him.

Though I doubt they ever did give him anything to really go by. Recruiters will say just about anything in order to get bots to join their cause. Especially when it comes to getting their servos on big, strong fellas like the Twins.

He eventually escaped us somehow; found a way to cut through his bonds and was lost to the night before any of us could even blink. Heh, and I thought his brother was the more crafty of the two.

What d'ya mean 'creepy' smile? Rude lil' thing aren't ya?

He's always been smiling like that. Well...not exactly like that but... you know that mech never had a frown on his face that I'd ever seen. Though I will admit there's something...different about that smile now. Not at all like what I seen back in Iacon. Something sinister...

Not the only one to notice it either. Ol' Rung reckons that being separated from his brother for so long did things to him. Spark twins can't be without one another for very long without it messing with their coding n whatnot, you know?

Though, Ratch knows more about the kid's situation than anybody here on this ship. Says that he apparently had done some things in order to get his brother back. Supernatural things. Things smart mechs should know to leave well enough alone.

Wherever that mech went to get his brother, he didn't come back alone....

Such a shame, he was always a sweet kid. Had a bit of a mobility issue but only when he was excited about something I think? Which was a good thing for all I care. You need to have joy in the things you love 'n he had that in spades.

Did not really understand the concept of personal space though 'n it sometimes got 'im in loads of trouble *laughs*

The black one? Whats there to say about 'im, honestly?

Incredibly polite mech, always there to lend a helping servo or two when needed, a little older than his brother i think? He would always mess with him about that little fact.

Very gentle in situations where his brother would be very harsh, but not like in a mean spirited way, more like an excitable way if that makes any sense? You would never think that what with the constant sour look etched on his face at all times *laughs*

Never liked to talk much. Though not for a lack of ability but more of a 'can't control his volume' situation. He can hit Siren levels of loud when excited enough about something or other and feels bad about it when he does. I don't mind it though, means he's found something to be happy about and that's a good thing in my book if that's worth anything.

Really hurt to hear that he went missing millennia ago. His brother looked absolutely destroyed when I saw him in that camp. I'm glad to see he made it back.

Primus the years haven't been good to him, though. Wherever he went it did numbers on his frame.

He creaks when he walks now, and his gaze has that look of a mech who has seen far more than he should have. He still has that gentle nature about him, though. Which is good, because I think he is going to need it if he ever hopes to succeed at getting those demons running through his brothers brain module out.

I got faith in them though, they're as strong as they are inseparable. They'll get through this like they did every other thing they faced,

together.

[Pulled from the personal Datatracks of Ironhide, Chief of Autobot Security]

[chalterdh22]

Day 27: Wade/Deadpool and Francis/Ajax in “Non-Human Parts” for Augtickletober2024

Summary:  This takes place in DP 1, in an alternate universe, where Wade’s powers come from another type of torture.  I know this part of the movie is super dark, but this is just meant to be silly.  I don’t know why I always loved their dynamics.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic, so if that’s not your thing, don’t read.  Some swearing and allusions to torturing and violence, all in Deadpool variations though!  Ler: Robot/M Lee: M

Wade had been experimented on, tortured for a few weeks now, with nothing happening to his mutations.  As great of an attitude as he had, he really was wondering if this would ever work on him, or would he die trying.

He was laying on his bed, strapped down, with no one to talk to right now.  Right on cue walks in Ajax, or as Wade found out, Francis.

“Hey Franny!  How’s it hanging?  See any good movies lately?”  Wade started with his usual goal of just annoying the crap out of him.  What was funny is the Ajax actually was taking a liking to this bantering.  He didn’t have feelings after his mutation, but yet, he was weirdly drawn to Wade’s personality.

“Oh, Wade, Wade, Wade.  What are we going to do with you?  Can’t very well throw you off a cliff now, can we?”

“Well, maybe my super powers will be flying!”

“Or maybe there’s just a secret button hiding somewhere that I have to press ever so slightly to get you to cooperate!  Now what do you think about that?”

“Ah, Fran, you ask so nicely, how can a gal like me resist?  Press away!”  Wade mocked back, liking that Ajax actually had a small smile on his face.

“What like here maybe?” Ajax pointed his finger at Wade’s side and pressed as a joke, but literally, since Wade had been nothing but painfully tortured for weeks, it was like his senses weren’t used to any softer touches and he jumped.  “A little bit jumpy, are we?”

“Why, no, good and faithful executioner, we aren’t!”  Wade mocked back.  Just as quickly as Ajax said that he pressed again in his stomach area, and this time Wade did jolt.  “Wh-what are you doing there, ole buddy?  Aren’t you going to rough house with me first?”

“Why no, actually.  See, earlier today, as I was thinking of new ways to make your life miserable, it hit me.”

“Ouch.”

“I can’t make your life miserable!  You tolerate pain too well.  So, what’s the opposite of pain?”

“Long, awkward hugs on a beach?”

Ajax leaned in close to Wade’s ear, and whispered, “No, something, a little more tickly.”  This sent chills down Wade’s neck and Ajax picked up on the fact he had goosebumps all over now.  “But here’s the thing.  I don’t want to hear you run your mouth anymore.”  As he said this, he gagged Wade’s mouth.

Wade was making mumbling sounds through the gag.  “What’s that?  Sorry, I should begin our next round to see if this can get your mutation to wake up.”

Right as said this, he rolled a machine, with all the long prongs sticking out of it.  They weren’t like needles, and not as big as probes.  “See this?  I call her Belle.  Belle here is going to take over now while I go eat some lunch.”  He pressed a button, and it started to hum. 

It scanned Wade’s entire body and these long attachments started to reach out.  One of hovering over his stomach, one on each side on his rib cage, and one on each foot.  He was sweating, and super confused on actually what was going to happen, although he had a pretty good idea.

Then Ajax hit another button, and the machine came to life and started pressing and vibrating mildly along each body part.  Wade let out a huge scream, and gasp.  He felt like his heart was going to explode.  He shut his eyes tightly and tried to hold his breath, but the machine was gently buzzing around his belly button, up and down his ribs and in between his toes. 

He felt like he was dying!  No way would his mutation change because of tickling!  That would be so embarrassing, he’d rather go back to having cancer!

“Hmmmmmmmm, hmsdanfnkanfashlfndslanl!!!!”   Just when he would slightly squirm away, getting a short relief, the stupid machine found its way to a different spot.  He didn’t know how long he could take this!  He couldn’t breathe or think.  Just shoot him in the head, he thought would be better than this.

The arms that were in his toes, moved slowly up and down his arches.  It was maddening.  He would curl his toes, but it didn’t even matter.  Then the one on his belly button, moved to one of his hip crevasses and pushed a little hard.  It was like it was reading his thoughts! 

He was going beyond mad now!  He couldn’t laugh, his eyes were tear stained although nothing more was coming out, his mouth was dry and couldn’t take in a good, deep breath.  It felt like hours, and then, blackness.

Wade slowly was opening his eyes, and nothing was in his mouth anymore.  He was still tied down, but nothing was touching him.

“How’s my little soldier feeling now?”  Ajax asked looking over him.  He put a hand out to his arm and Wade jumped again, but this time, busted through his restraints like they were made of paper.  “Hey, well, look at that!  We found your mutation!”

Wade was now sitting up on the table in his gown, looking at his hands in disbelief.  “What, what the….”  And he stopped and looked right at Ajax, with hate in his eyes.  Wade hopped off the table and started walking towards him.

“Now, now buddy.  See, look what we made you into.  You should be thanking me!”  Wade grabbed him by the neck and slammed him on the ground.

Looking deep into each other’s eyes, Wade leaned in to Ajax’s ear and whispered, “Thanks Francis!”  Wade got up and walked out, winking at him as he left.

“See you on the flip side, my love!”

The end.

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

Are you comfortable with writing an NSFW fic?

If so, could you do something like Michael has a little “problem” before going on stage and he needs Reader to help him get rid of it before he goes out to perform?

If not, you can delete this ask, but I just wanted to ask! Thank you and keep up the good work! :]

Here ya go! I don’t know if I like this, but I don’t hate it!

One day I’ll write something that I’m 100% pleased with, but for now, I hope you enjoy this fic!

Reader is Female!

Warnings: Nsfw, p-in-v, nudity, explicit sex

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Swiping through Twitter, you looked up at the sound of the door opening. Your tall, curly headed boyfriend stepped through the door, an annoyed look across his face. He slung his bag down, sitting beside you on the couch and leaning his head back, sighing deeply. “I fucking hate my job.” he groaned, crossing his arms. You laughed softly, watching him act like a toddler. “Oh, poor love. What’s going on?” you asked, setting your phone to the side. Michael didn’t answer right away, instead staying silent for a moment. He looked to you finally, the annoyance never leaving his face.

“The fucking stage manager is an ass. He wouldn’t even stick around longer than 10 seconds to let any of us know what the hell is supposed to be going on.” the tall man fussed, uncrossing his arms to talk with his hands. You listened as he complained, throwing in your own two cents where it was needed. Letting him vent to you was quickly calming him down, allowing him to get all of his bad emotions out before he had to go on stage.

“Well, sounds like Kevin’s got some talking to to do.” you shrugged, bringing up the idea of getting his band manager to complain. Michael nodded, agreeing with you on the situation. “Maybe I’m turning into a diva. I should quit the band now while we’re ahead.” he joked, nudging you with his arm. You looked at him unamused, rolling your eyes at his joke. “I don’t think you’re a diva. You’re still the same ol’ Michael that used to bring me flowers at 2 in the morning and take me to the graveyard for dates.” you smiled fondly, bringing your hand up to run your fingers through his raven curls.

He sighed at your touch, reaching up to grab your wrist. Michael looked at you, a devilish smirk coming across his face as he pulled you into his lap facing him. Rolling your eyes, you settled down. “The same Michael that’s a damn horndog.” you sighed, causing your boyfriend to chuckle at your words. “Come on, we got plenty of time.” he teased, his cool hands sneaking their way under your shirt. You gave in, leaning down and capturing his lips with yours. Michael’s hands danced over every inch of skin they could touch, running up to cup your breasts over the fabric of your bra. Squeezing softly, he took the opportunity to shove his tongue into your mouth when you gasped.

Fighting with you over dominance, your boyfriend moved his hands to your back, snaking them up to your bra clasp. In a moment, he had the buckle undone, the straps beginning to slide down your arms. You broke free from the kiss, discarding your shirt and the unclasped bra before reconnecting with Michael. His hands found purchase on your exposed chest, squeezing at the mounds of flesh. He rubbed his thumbs over your nipples, causing a shudder to run down your spine. You moaned into his mouth, trying to keep up with his tongue while being distracted by his hands.

You could feel his erection growing against your thigh, and moved your hips to where your core was pressing against him. Grinding down against him, he released your mouth, muttering a few cusses under his breath. Michael grabbed your hips, bucking up against your actions. “Ugh, I need you. Finishing taking your clothes off.” Michael all but begged, his half lidded eyes looking into yours. You giggled at his neediness, but complied, standing from his lap and immediately discarding your pants. He made himself busy, unzipping his pants and pulling his pants down just enough for his erection to come out.

The head was pink with arousal, precum dripping from the tip already. Straddling his lap again, he caught your lips, this time with more vigor. Reaching between your legs, you grabbed Michael’s cock in your hand, tunning your hand up and down his length oh so deliciously slow. The man whined into your mouth, bucking up into your touch once again. Satisfied at his reaction, you decided to stop teasing him. Directing his tip against your slit, you’re breath hitched as you sunk down onto him, taking him all the way to the hilt.

Breaking from the kiss once again, you rested your forehead against his, both of you panting heavily, trying to catch your breath. Slowly, you raised your hips up, sinking back down on him. His hands gripped your hips again, his fingernails digging into your smooth skin. Repeating the steps, you set a steady rythym, your encouragement being the soft praises that was spilling from his lips. “Fuck… you’re so good. You’re so good to me.” the man beneath you moaned out, fighting his urge to flip you over and take charge.

You kept rocking your hips, sighing and moaning every other thrust. Michael scooted forward suddenly, causing your to fall forward into him. From his new angle, he latched onto one of your nipples, scraping his teeth gently across the pink bud, tongue following behind. With a free hand, he grabbed onto your other tit, squeezing the mound harshly, but not too tight. Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, giving you leverage to move faster.

With his unoccupied hand, Michael snuck between your legs, pressing his thumb against your clit and lazily rubbing it. You gasped, a moan following quickly after as the knot started tying in your stomach. His actions continued, your thrusting becoming sloppy as you came upon your orgasm. He finally let go of your nipple, the hand that was on your breast moving to the back of your head, directing your mouth to his. He bucked up against you, his own ograsm coming upon him. With a few more thrusts, you become undone on top of him, your legs shaking from the unexpected excercise and the rippling orgasm shooting through your body. Michael hurriedly lifted you from him, just in time for ropes of cum to decorate your thighs and stomach.

You slouched against him, no doubt getting his own sperm on his clothes. You’d apologize when you caught your breath, but for now, you rested as the soreness in your thighs began to subside. His arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. The both of you sat there, relishing in each other’s company as you came down from your high. Just as you’re breath was evening out, Michael’s phone started ringing. He reached over and grabbed it, one arm still tucked around your waist as he answered it and raised it to his ear. The phone call wasn’t long, and soon he set his phone back down.

“I gotta go.” he muttered, pressing his lips to your temple. The only answer you gave was a groan, allowing him to sit the both of you up. Shakily standing from his lap, you walked to grab some tissues to wipe his cum from your body before attempting to get dressed. “Sorry for slumping on you like that.” you laughed, pulling your pants up and fastening them. Michael had stood, his frame towering over yours as he fixed his own clothes. His eyes grazed over his front, shrugging at your words. “Don’t worry, it’s not the first time.” he snickered, making his way to the door. He pinched your bottom on the way out, eliciting a squeak from you in response. You made your way out the door after him, running your fingers through your hair to try and settle any unruly hairs. “I’ll get my payback after the show.” he hummed, opening the door for you to stand backstage. You smiled, sitting down in your specific chair to watch him perform from the side. You couldn’t wait for the show to be over to see what payback he was gonna get.

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter Six.

I am so thankful to you all for your interactions, guys. Big, big love. All of the hugs! As usual, 40 notes to unlock the next part. I look forward to your commentary. I’m feeling a little blue this afternoon, so having something to cheer me up when you all manage to get to it keeps me going :) 

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Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

“Oh, this better be good, honey child, for you to be dragging my fabulous ass out of bed at 8am on a Sunday, over here to god-knows-where-vile, on the morning after I get a call from your mama telling me you ran from your wedding!”

Hannah leaned over, kissing her cheek. “I thought you’d be pleased, about the wedding running?”

Shonda snorted. “Well, I am, but that still don’t explain why the hell I’m giving you a ride from the ghetto, or what you’ve been doing here all night, and who with, more pertinently!”  

She pointed over to the small driveway. “See that big, black Harley over there?”

“Yeah, kinda hard to miss. And what of it?”  

“Well, what I was doing all night was bouncing on the dick of the guy it belongs to.”  

A barrage of almost words and splutters left her bestie’s mouth, Shonda in absolute shock, even though it did sound like something fitting of Hannah. “Y’all better be buying me coffee and a big ole’ stack of pancakes to explain every single last detail of this over!”

“Done,” she confirmed, helping herself to a piece of red rope liquorice from the ever-present bag in the centre console. “There’s a diner not far from here. Head back to the highway and it’s about a half mile away.”  

Shonda shook her head, pulling out from the curb. “It’s never a dull moment with you, pumpkin.” While she drove, Hannah took her phone from her bag, knowing she had to deal with the abundance of messages at some point, so the car journey was as good a time as any.  

‘Hey Han. Tried calling but your phone is off, can’t say I blame you. I called Uncle Rob and Aunt Jackie, and they let me know you’d messaged them to say you’re okay and just needed some time. When you feel up to it, give me a call. Love you.’ Ben, her cousin. She messaged him back to say thanks for reaching out, and she’d be in touch when things had settled a little.  

‘Just messaging to say I’m here for you if you need me. God, it was insane after you left! Wendy went ballistic, you should have seen Jackie clap back at her, fuck, it was legendary! Steve’s kinda sad he missed it now! Come by for coffee when you’re able xxx.’ Ange, her sister-in-law, who regardless of the fact her husband had steadfastly refused to attend, had wanted to show support to Hannah, although she too was no fan of Michael.  

‘I cannot believe what you did to my son, you spiteful, selfish little bitch. How dare you embarrass him like that. If you were having second thoughts, was the altar really the place to act upon them, stringing him along like that only to turn and literally run? We welcomed you into our family with open arms, and this is the thanks we receive? You are a disgrace, and I suppose I should be thankful that I didn’t end up with you as a daughter in law. If I never see you again, it’ll be too soon.’ Wendy herself. She expected as much.

If she was honest, she couldn’t blame her for taking such a stance, Hannah putting herself in her shoes and thinking how she’d feel, should it have been her hypothetical son who’d been jilted. Her feelings would have been similar. No matter how controlling Michael had been, she acknowledged that she’d been very wrong to let it get as far as them standing next to one another at the altar, his treatment of her not excusing her actions at all.  

As soon as they arrived at the diner, those actions were immediately called into question by a very expectant Shonda.

“So, give me the details. Who is Harley guy and how, on your wedding day of all days, did you manage to end up in bed with him? Oh my god, where you having an affair with him or something, and he came and kidnaped you away from it? If this was anyone else, I’d be here with my jaw swaying in the breeze, but you? Well, my jaw is still swaying, but not as much as it perhaps would be. I know you and your impulsive nature of old, so yes. Tell me.”

“I will,” she began, smirking. “When you actually shut up for long enough for me to speak.”

“Don’t you be sassy with me now, Hannah Elizabeth Gray!”

“Okay, so I’ll begin.” She sipped her fresh coffee, feeling good for the smooth hit of caffeine. “No affair, to begin with. You know I would have told you. Anyway, I was at the altar, and it just dawned on me, the lack of family presence, you not there either, and why you weren’t there. It hit me, the size of the mistake I was about to make, and so I ran. That’s when I met Manny, who was on his motorcycle moving through the traffic, and called out to me, asked if I needed a ride. So, I jumped on the back, and he got me out of there, then took me to a bar. We had a great afternoon and evening together, and then I went back to his place and had the best sex of my damned life with him on and off for about seven hours. There, the end.”

Shonda’s eyes widened. “Not the end. I have questions, but seriously, I have no idea where to begin, I’m so stunned by this!”

“Then I will sit here quietly while the counsel prepares her notes.” She sipped her coffee, smiling over the rising steam, Shonda chewing back a smirk she couldn’t quite manage to hide.

“You’re bad.”

“Yeah, he said the same.” She received a gentle slap to her forearm for that revelation.

“I mean... I just...” She ran her hands through her long, wild hair, fanning her face before settling herself neatly once more. “So, you just went drinking with this Manny guy, then ended up in bed with him?”

“Yeah, that’s about the short of it,” she replied, looking down at the menu before her. Hmmm, bacon and eggs, or an omelette? She’d definitely worked up an appetite.

“And what about Michael?”  

Hannah shrugged. “Well, I think it’s fair to say I burned that bridge down to nothing but ashes. His mother sent me scathing message, but unless he’s left me a voicemail I haven’t listened to yet, then I haven’t heard anything from him. I only switched my phone back on this morning. I didn’t want to deal with it yesterday. I just wanted to forget the whole mess. I know I have to deal with it now, though. Now I’m out from under perhaps the most handsome, charismatic man I’ve ever met. Damn.” She grinned then. “No, dayum.”

Shonda leaned in close across the table. “Come on, then. Tell me about him.”

“Oh god, you’d have been cheering from the side lines. Tall, nice body, tattoos, Latino, real mix of gentleman and bad boy. He’s thirty-nine, originally from Arizona, but moved here about a year ago. He’s a member of the Mayans MC, he’s really smart and funny...”

“Woah, hold up!” Shonda grabbed her wrist. “You got your first Latino dude, and he’s a Mayan? Girl, what a score! I swear, every time I see those guys rolling through town, my snatch does a little quiver!”

Hannah almost blew out a mouthful of coffee at her quivering snatch comment, immediately referencing her go-to response from one of their favourite movies. “You’re terrible, Muriel.”  

“No, you are!” she laughed, rolling her eyes. “Are you gonna see him again?”

“Oh, god. I really don’t know,” Hannah confessed, widening her eyes a little. “I have so much wreckage to deal with before I even think of that. I don’t think he’s in the market for anything other than a casual hook up type deal, but to be completely honest, coming out of a six-year relationship in the way that I did, neither am I.”

“Could be fun, though, when you need another ride.” Hannah giggled at her statement, shaking her head softly as they were joined by the waitress, ready to take their order with a cheery smile. “Oh, if you need an alibi last night, just say you were with me. It’s where everyone would have expected you to have gone, and it means you don’t have to reveal anything you don’t want to. It’s no one's business but yours.”

Shonda’s offer had Hannah reaching for her hands, so very glad to have a friend like her. “Love you bunches.”

“Love you, too, pumpkin. Now, I require further regaling with your sexual escapades!” She chuckled softly before as any good girlfriend would, going into the details of her wild night with the handsome outlaw. Much too soon, it seemed, and she was back in Shonda’s car, being driven over to her apartment, promising her bestie she’d call and relay how the looming showdown between her and Michael went, kissing her goodbye before jumping out.  

She felt trepidation with every step she took, deciding to kill a little more time walking up the three flights of stairs to her third-floor abode, immediately noticing the pile of boxes outside of her front door when the hallway came into view.  

Hannah owned the apartment, it wasn’t in Michael’s name, so therefore he’d be the one leaving it. She was glad he’d begun that, as she was expecting some kind of protest there, an unwillingness to vacate the dwelling, borne of him wanting to make her flighty escape from their nuptials as difficult as possible for her. Michael very much enjoyed the entertaining of revenge.  

Pushing the door open, it hit something on the other side, Hannah looking to see suitcases packed. Her suitcases, Michael deciding to liberate them, it would seem. For the sake of not wanting to add further kerosene to the fire she’d lit right under his life, she made a point not to address it, scanning her surroundings to see if anything else that was hers by rights had been pilfered. All her furnishings remained, her books and her vinyl collection luckily were untouched, too.  

Placing her keys down on the breakfast bar, she walked up the small steps that lead to the kitchen area of the open plan apartment, the only rooms walled off being the bedrooms and bathroom, Michael emerging from the latter with a holdall bag over his shoulder just as she was spooning coffee grinds into the French press.  

“Where have you been? I tried calling.” Sharp, accusatory. She expected nothing less.

“With Shonda.”

“Hmph,” he sounded, raising his eyebrows. “Should’ve known it.” He rested the holdall down, moving to the other side of the breakfast bar, Hannah filling the kettle up before placing it onto the hob and igniting the gas. “Do you want to enlighten me over what the hell yesterday was all about, then, why you left me standing at the altar? If you’ve had second thoughts over jilting me, then I’m afraid you’re too late to act upon them, as you might deduce. You humiliate me like that, and I’m gone.”

Talk about stating the obvious.

Reaching into her little bits and pieces bowl, she took out a small hair scrunchie, tying up her slightly messy waves before beginning the explanation he was owed.  

“I know I should have come to my realisation much sooner, and I take that on board, I do. As for why, I realised I just couldn’t go through with it, living a life that is essentially on your terms. You decided everything for us, Michael, and a relationship shouldn’t be like that. It was as I stood in that church that I knew, with so few people around me whom I love, that if I married you, I’d be making the mistake they’d been warning me against.”

His brow furrowed, folding his arms. “Who would you have been marrying, Hannah? Them or me? Their opinion isn’t important.”  

Typical, for him to believe only what he thought bared any credence. “But it is. Because they were right, you’re not the man for me. Some women might like every last second of their existence micromanaged by their partner, but I’m not one of them. The expectations you put on me, the constant need to have your way in everything. I realised I was compromising myself for you, and I shouldn’t do that. I deserve better than that, but equally, I know you deserve better than being run out on,” she explained.  

“It was never an issue for you before.”  

Again, such a stance was one hundred percent typical of Michael. He had absolutely no capacity to be retrospective about how any of his own actions could have resulted in this, but for Hannah, it simply wasn’t her problem any longer. If he didn’t want to see it, then she couldn’t force him to. Best of luck to his next girlfriend, she thought. “Well, it should have been, and I think it always was, but it was easier for me to pretend like it wasn’t an issue. I’ve admitted to my wrong in this, if you can’t own your share then there’s nothing more I can say or do.”

“That’s because I don’t have a share. This was all you and your compulsive nature, one I tried to rein in a little by being the decision maker, to take the pressure off of you, to be steady for you. But apparently, you still fail to see that.” Turning it back on her, she might have guessed. He had a habit of doing that.  

She knew they’d reach zero in way of resolve, so shifted instead to practicality. “Do you want me to help you keep packing?”

He snorted. “Oh, you want me out of your life as quickly as possible, then?”

“Says he who’s already moved half of his stuff out,” she couldn’t help but mutter a little pettily, not prepared to be blamed beyond her fair share. “I just wanted to offer some help, that’s all. If it isn’t needed then that’s fine, I’ll leave you be.”

They didn’t speak another word to her as he ferried his stuff out, his sister turning up part way through, telling him she’d been able to hire a U-Haul, slightly bigger than he needed, Michael complaining about the extra expense. Catherine didn’t even look at her for the entire time she helped with boxes, removing all of Hannah’s things from the only pieces of furniture he’d brought with him upon moving in, the end tables and coffee table, Hannah browsing the IKEA website for replacements as she stood out of their way in the kitchen.  

With his set of keys thumped down upon the breakfast bar three hours later, shaking her from her furniture ordering daze, her former fiancé left her apartment without a second look, Hannah breathing a huge sigh of relief. It was over. Realising that lunchtime had come and gone without her even thinking of feeding herself, she scrolled through her phone, ordering from her local takeout.

She chose a pizza with everything on it.  

[kteezy997]

I’m With You-Part Seven// Lee (Bones and All)

“No one writes for Lee” I’M LITERALLY RIGHT HERE HELLOOO

I’m using (!) to signify something that I would consider a major trigger in the warnings

Warnings: Lee crying, vulnerability, mention of cannibalism!, mention of murder!, fluff, cursing, leading up to smut if you squint

The next day, you and Lee packed up and took off in the truck. “Surprised this ol’ thing got you here in one piece.” he said, taking the reins in the driver’s seat. “Yeah I know, right?” you responded. You settled in, getting comfy and readied yourself for sleep. You hadn’t slept well in the time you’d been apart and you rested best in Lee’s presence.

Lee drove for a while as you slept. When you woke, he was pulling into an isolated gas station. He was pumping gas when you decide to get out and use the bathroom. Lee nodded at you with a grin as you walked away. When you came back, Lee and some guy were looking under the hood of the truck. “You don’t wanna sell it for parts out here, man. How would ya get home?” “I dunno.” Lee replied to the man, looking over at you and smiling in a way that made you blush, and feel tingly inside.

“Good news is, we should have enough water to last a couple days. If we need to wait on a ride, that is.” Lee told you. The two of you had set up the tent on a random prairie and were relaxing on some blankets you had set out on the grass. “I wish we could save the truck.” “I’d rather have a van anyway.” Lee said, smirking. You weren’t sure as to whether or not his smirk had sexual innuendo behind it.

“I learned how to drive in that truck.” you said, remembering fondly. “You learned how to kiss in that truck.” Lee added, nudging you with his leg. You looked at him, being all cocky and smug. “I knew how to kiss before you, Mr. Kentucky.” “Ahh.” he nodded, still smirking. A moment passed, and he said, “I sang to my girl in that truck.”

You turned, and upon realizing what he had said, you blushed. “Your girl, huh?” you teased. “Yeah, you’re my girl.”he cooed. You scooted and crawled over in between his legs. “Hm, your girl still needs a bit of an explanation, Lee.” His expression dropped a little, but he knew that this was coming. The blissfulness of your reunion couldn’t last forever. “Yeah, I guess we can’t really sweep that under the rug, can we?”

“I’m guessing that what happened that night was something that also had to do with these?” you asked, grazing your finger over the scar on his cheek, then you touched his chest, running your fingertips over the big mark there. Lee sniffed, “Sort of.” He looked down at his hands in shame. “Lee, you can tell me. I’m not afraid of you.” you assured him.

“I wanna tell you everything, y/n. I’ve never opened up to anyone before, but I wanna try with you.” He was tearing up. “Go ahead, honey. I’m listening.” You tucked your hands around his arm. He exhaled, and started, “I have to do it. I don’t want to. There’s others like me, I’ve met some of them.” “You have to eat…” you whispered. “Yes.” he answered, looking at you. Tears were threatening to fall from his green eyes.

“I hate that I have to do it, I really do. But I’ve gotten to where I don’t think about it too much. It’s just second nature for me. That night at the carnival, I was so hungry I couldn’t think of anything else. Not even your reaction. And I knew that I’d have blood on me, and you would be scared, but I needed to feed.” Tears came down in little streams on his face and your heart broke for him.

You started to digest what he had told you. You thought of a bunch of questions, and the one that came out of your mouth was, "So, you've always been this way?" He scoffed humorlessly, "Yeah, long as I can remember. Something I inherited from my dear old dad." His sarcasm and disgust were palpable as he spoke. You rested your chin on his forearm, looking at him and asked, "Lee, what happened with your dad? You can tell me."

He told you that his dad had attacked him and tried to rip him open with his teeth. Then his dad had passed out, and Lee put him in a head lock, bashed an ashtray over his head, dragged his body out to his car, and drove him to an abandoned barn a mile outside of town. His dad was in the barn for three days while Lee was being held in jail. "I had duct taped the shit out of him too, everywhere but his nostrils, so he could breathe." he told you, making the motion of pulling tape across his face.

"And when I came back, it was the sounds he was making, the way he was breathing: he knew what was gonna happen." You stayed quiet so he could get it all out, but you knew how the story was going to end. "And then I ate him right the fuck up. It felt fucking great." You took a moment to breathe, even after what he just told you, you clung to him. "Y/n, if you want out, I don't blame you. You'd be better off without me in your life." he exhaled and sniffled, "I probably would have killed myself if it weren't for Kayla. I probably should have, ya know."

“No! Lee, don’t say that.” You pleaded, scooting closer and placing your hands on either side of his face. He winced as fresh tears dripped down and he sniffled again. You shook your head, “Don’t you say that.” You wiped his tears away with your thumbs. “You protected your sister, you defended yourself. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing. I wouldn’t have eaten him, but I would have killed him.”

“Do you mean it?” Lee asked, his face twisting up as he cried softly. “Yes, I mean it.” You leaned in closer to him, your forehead grazing his. “You don’t think I’m a bad person?” He asked you, desperately. You shook your head, “All I think is that I love you.” you whispered. Lee smiled weakly but it was sincere. “I love you too.” he responded, leaning down and nuzzling into your chest.

As he melted against you, you held him. He sobbed and cried and you knew he had never had a safe place to let out these emotions that he had repressed for so long. You knew that he hadn’t ever told another soul about what really happened to his father. You were grateful to be that person for him. Someone he could really open up to, and be himself, in raw and unabashed way. Instead of being scared, you only wanted him. You wanted Lee, even the bad, ugly parts of him.

You felt him pulling you in, just wanting to embrace even more. Lee lifted his head up and he kissed you. You kissed him back with the same intensity that he was giving. You held his face firmly in your hands. You moved your lips against his with more and more vigor. You wanted to consume each other, not literally, of course, but figuratively. You wanted to give yourselves to the each other, wholly. You moaned in his mouth, feeling so hungry for his love.

@chalabagellunafluff @gatoenlaciudad @quicksilversg1rl

[heckinconfusedparade]

The time Tails went on a walk and didn’t tell anyone

It’s a beautiful day outside.. birds are singing, flowers are blooming.. on days like these, kids like Tails.. should be going on a walk.

And that’s what he did!

Tails slips on his shoes and marches out the front door and begins his midday stroll through the town of Green Hills. He had spent the first half of his day hunched over at his desk sketching up new ideas for inventions. Engaging in shrimp posture was hurting his back, so he decided to go out and stretch his legs.

Tails wonders what he will find on his walk. Will he see something new? Find the meaning of life?

He feels like he’s forgetting something. But he figures that if he forgot, it probably wasn’t important anyway.

Tails takes a deep breath of fresh air. Ah yes.. everything is calm.

. . .

Meanwhile, back at the house, Sonic and Knuckles were left in charge of the house while their parents worked. Sonic goes up to the attic to talk to Tails only to find that he isn’t there. He goes back downstairs to the living room where Knuckles is reading a book.

“Hey, Knux? Have you seen Tails?” Sonic asks Knuckles who lifts his head up from his book “no I have not.. have you checked the shed?”

“Good idea.” Sonic runs off and checks out the shed where Tails normally works on his inventions. He’s not there. Sonic checks the garage, maybe Tails is looking for some spare parts or tools. He’s not there. Sonic is starting to panic a little.

Sonic returns to Knuckles “he’s not in the shed, and he’s not in the garage.”

Knuckles closes his book and places it down “I will help you look.”

The brothers turn the property upside down looking for their little fox. They slowly realize that they had broken one of the two rules their parents had left them with: watch Tails. He may be a genius and more than capable of handling himself, but he is still just an 8 year old child with unending curiosity for the new world around him.

Knuckles notices Tails’ shoes are missing from the rack “..Sonic? I think Tails might have left.”

“WHAT-“ Sonic skids to a stop by where Knuckles is standing. He digs through the rack and closet, making sure those little red shoes aren’t just hiding. Sonic holds his head “WE LOST TAILS”

Knuckles is about to say something, but is stopped by Sonic planting his hands on Knuckles’ shoulders and gripping them tightly “HES OUT THERE IN THE REAL WORLD”

“We shouldn’t panic yet, Tails is very good at handling himself, and with my training, I have no doubt he can defend himself from any-“ Knuckles is cut off again by Sonic, and is now giving him a look of annoyance.

Sonic looks out the window with a sad expression “he’s prolly out there lost, and cold.. confused..” he sighs “poor little guy..”

. . .

Tails struts down the sidewalk with his spirits high, and his eyes sparkling. He spots a little rock and starts kicking it down the sidewalk. This keeps him entertained until he hears some commotion nearby. He goes to the scene, and ends up at a soccer field. There’s a group of older kids that are frustrated because the frisbee they were playing with had flown into a tree, and they’re now trying to knock it down by throwing various objects they find on the ground.

Tails approaches the group “do you need help?” He asks. The group turns to him and goes quiet. They can’t believe their eyes. “The hell are you?” one of the boys asks, not trying to be rude, just very confused. Another boy speaks up “Hey, kid. Can you climb trees?” then another goes “Ron, it’s too high for him.”

Tails laughs “I can do you one better!” He flies up and gets the frisbee and brings it down to the kids. They cheer and give the good ol rough bro pat on his head and back. Tails is invited to play with them and he happily accepts! He just made some new friends. There’s also a Bluetooth speaker blasting some tunes so safe to say Tails is currently living his best life with his new buds.

. . .

Sonic and Knuckles are now a bit more freaked out. Knuckles is checking the surrounding woods, and Sonic is lapping around the neighbourhood. How far did this kid go?? Sonic even checks the park. No sign of Tails.

Oh man! Their parents are gonna kill ‘em!

Ozzy was no help. He just sniffed one of Tails’ gloves and went back to what he was doing. He ain’t no search dog!

Knuckles expands beyond the forest and starts searching fields until finally, at last, he sees his little brother playing frisbee with a group of big kids. Knuckles feels like he can finally breathe again.

“TAILS!” He calls out. Tails turns around and waves all innocent like he didn’t just give his poor brothers a heart attack “hi Knuckles!! I made some new friends!!”

Knuckles approaches the group. Tails introduces his new friends to his brother. They recognize him from school. Unfortunately one of the boys is not in good standing with Knuckles due to a bad choice of words in the past, so Knuckles is giving him a deadly glare.

Knuckles excuses himself and Tails from the group, and sends a quick text to Sonic telling him he found Tails. Knuckles is working on not being loud and overbearing when upset, so he’s gonna try speaking lowly and slowly “Tails. Where have you been?”

Tails, not reading the room at all, says cheerfully “I went on a walk!”

Knuckles inhales and gives his brother a stern look “you didn’t tell us you were going on a walk.”

Tails’ entire body droops. He has that guilty little kid look “I’m sorry..” he stutters. This is what he forgot.. and turns out, it was important!

“Sorry ain’t gonna cut it, kid, you had us worried sick!” Sonic has appeared! Despite looking upset, he’s actually more relieved Tails is ok. He’s still upset though.

Tails avoids eye contact. He’s in trouble. He hates being in trouble.

Knuckles crouches down to look Tails in his eyes “You cannot just leave without saying anything. We have to know where you are in case something happens to you. I’m not saying you’re weak, or you can’t handle yourself, but I’d much rather know where you are when you’re in trouble, rather than not know where you are and you come home bruised, or worse, we find you unconscious in the middle of the woods. We’re glad you’re safe. Please remember to tell us next time, ok?”

Tails nods and leans to Knuckles. Knuckles hugs him gently to comfort him. Sonic is so proud! Knuckles handled his tense feelings wonderfully! No yelling! Not even a raised tone! Though, it’s probably because Tails has baby bro privileges but that’s besides the point.

Tails says bye to his friends and they all head home. Sonic and Knuckles have agreed to not tell their parents because they’re pretty confident Tails has learned his lesson. He’s a smart kid.

Tails has now learned that whenever he goes on a walk alone, he should tell someone and bring his Miles Electric with him so they can contact or locate him.

[strayzband]

The camera focuses outside, showing a mess of trees and dark skies. In the center stands Murdoc Niccals, with his hair over his face, wearing a suit that looks rather like it lost a fight. He’s got a huge grin on his face, and his hands in his trouser pockets.

‘Bout time you interviewed me.

It’s a pleasure. But…

I falter.

Was the blindfold necessary?

Murdoc’s face drops, and he rolls his eyes.

Boss’s orders. Can’t let anyone find out where the studio is. Not even the press.

Why not?

Fuck if I know.

He huffs and plays with his hair.

Mind asking a real question, love?

I nod and start leafing through my notes.

So, what’s your relationship with the other members like? There’s got to be a lot of interesting drama there.

Murdoc began to glare at me. He hesitated for a few moments before speaking.

Hate em all. Next?

I just have to know – what made you decide to join this band?

Murdoc preens.

Great question. I’ve had my fair share of experience in the ol’ biz – that means business, by the way – but I never really got into it properly, yeah?

He grabs the lapels of his jacket and tugs on them.

Poor Noodle ‘ere needed someone to help her out, and I thought, hey, I could do it! So I offered, and here we are. I’ve basically been running this thing ever since…

A shoe flies across the screen and hits Murdoc in the side of the head. He throws it back, and smiles at me like nothing happened.

She’s feisty.

I think back to my interview with Noodle.

Right, I noticed.

He winks at me. Or maybe just blinks? It’s hard to tell, with all the hair.

C’mon, next question. I don’t have all day, you know…

The camera nods up and down.

I was wondering, if you had the choice, how would you want to be remembered?

Murdoc gives a huge grin. As I expected — I picked one that I knew he would enjoy. He pushes his hair back.

Well, y’know how… well, every band has that one bloke who’s really remembered? Like Queen. Name all the members of Queen.

I hesitate for a moment as I try to think.

There’s Freddie Mercury, and, uhm…

He barks out a laugh.

Exactly! I intend to be the next Freddie Mercury. Shouldn’t be too hard, yeah? Blimey, I’m already the most important one here, ain’t I? Got us signed. ‘N God knows the birds love a bassist.

He laughs so hard that I briefly consider offering him some water.

What would you consider to be your biggest achievement?

He finally stops laughing. That’s good - it sounded like there was something stuck in his throat.

Hmm. Well, there’s a lot to choose from…

He trails off, then starts speaking again so soon that I’m not sure he had time to think at all.

If I absolutely had to pick one, I’d have to say my work on this album. Some of my best yet, yeah? Can’t wait for you all to see that one.

Speaking of the upcoming album, is there anything you can tell us about it?

Murdoc leans back.

Well, the boss wouldn’t want me to say much - can’t help that much, can I?

He leans in again, conspiratorially.

But a little birdie told me that there’s gonna be some big names on it with us.

With a cheeky grin, he gets away from the camera again.

Any more questions?

This is the hard one. I clear my throat.

If you don’t mind – my readers have been asking this non-stop…

I trail off, a little nervous about asking a question I know he won't like. But I have to at least try to find out! I know you all desperately want to know, after all.

Murdoc raises an eyebrow.

Spit it out.

There’s been a lot of rumours going around about you and Stuart. Would you mind letting my readers know if any of it is true?

Murdoc freezes up and grimaces. He pulls himself together, then straightens his hair down.

No. It isn’t.

I’m not certain if I should do what I do next. But I’ve got to keep going, for the sake of a scoop. After all, my readers are depending on me.

It’s just that… some reports have been going around. March 19th, 2005. Sound familiar?

Murdoc growls at me. Then he looks in the other direction. The camera follows his gaze, to see Russel, Noodle, and Stuart completely ignoring the interview.

Would you look at that? I’ve got to get going!

He starts walking off, seeming in a bit of a hurry.

Thanks so much for the questions, love, hope the article goes well! I’ll be off now!

He runs off screen, and the camera turns off.

[cerastes]

for some reason I feel that thing about movie romances is the fault of the medium itself, and the fact that directors have to just direct people to act certain ways to make the story hold together even when it’s clear people Do Not Act Like That. Regardless of who you put behind the camera, it takes real skill to realistically capture people falling in love, and it’s probably even harder to capture people faking it convincingly

That's a good point in regards to the medium in itself, especially since movies have a short runtime, so they have to get things going and doing in more of a hurry than most other artforms. Where I think this doesn't hold up too well, however, is on the realism part of what you said: I don't think anyone with realistic expectations wants a realistic depiction of falling in love in the runtime of a movie, with all the flesh and meat that entails -- you go to other artforms with longer runtimes for that, like books or games -- what I think people want is anything that isn't the whole "Male Main Character annoys and forces himself onto Uninterested Female Character until she gives in" thing. There's definitely WAY more ways in which romance can be shown, in which romance should be shown.

I'm going to run a very different, yet comparable situation by you: The Denko situation.

If you're not familiar with the Denko story, good ol' piece of netlore, it's about a guy without social or romantic skills, well, stalking a girl because he considered her his girlfriend just because he'd sent her a truly absurd amount of texts with small talk in them, inane stuff like "do you like the new McDonald's burger?" or "I wear my socks two days in a row, by turning them to the other side" or "what a nice weather!". When people in 2ch. asked him if he was trolling or if he was seriously thinking they were a couple, the guy answered he was not playing around, and then someone else mentioned "this guy thinks real girls work like dating sim characters" as in, just by talking to them a lot, about whatever, you win them over, and if you don't win them over, then they are heartless bitches that play hard to get, and you have to talk to them more.

The Denko story is about a lot more than that, but that's the part I want to focus on for the purposes of this: Moviebros feel much the same, and it's a pretty fucking sorry state of things having to see yet another article in the newspaper being like "THIS POOR ROMANTIC PLAYED PIANO OUTSIDE GIRL'S HOUSE SO SHE WOULD ACCEPT HIS FEELINGS..." sympathizing with the guy and not with the girl. Sympathizing with the guy! The guy being a public fucking nuisance that doesn't want to take no for an answer because Popular Mainstream Media taught him that a no is just a yes waiting to happen if you try harder and taught the general populace that these constitute romantic gestures and not stalking and harassment. He's suddenly not a creep that doesn't know when to back off, he's an underdog. We root for him.

And we should not root for him for the same reason we should not root for the Denko Guy: Because That's Fucked Up! And Women Deal With This Shit A Lot!

In the end, it's all part of a bigger Alpha Male Fantasy of "pulling yourself by the bootstrings" that a lot of the mainstream film industry seems to have a raging veiny throbbing hard-on for because a lot of them are narrowminded fossils: "The girl hated me at first, but through MY perseverance... Heh, well, I ended up winning her over!"

And it's that part that I think is really bad: That's not perseverance, that's just self-aggrandizing baby behavior. It's such an easy, basic, generic, digestible plot device to sell, despite how bad and silly and overused it is. I don't think anyone wants realism, I think what we want, is not that.

[lady-wallace]

Whumptober Day 8 - "Under Cover" (Jujutsu Kaisen)

In today's Whumptober fic: tired business man beats up cocky jujutsu sorcerer to save his life. I hope you all enjoy. (Also this is spoiler free just so you know)

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Prompts Used: Outnumbered Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen Character: Gojo

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Nanami was instantly greeted by two guards as he got out of the car. He remained passive as they checked him for weapons, removing the handgun he had tucked into his shoulder holster as part of the ploy.

"You may go in," one of the guards said, motioning him through the doors of the club.

Nanami straightened his coat and tie and strode inside.

The club was closed, at least for regular business, but the owner had his own business to see to, and Nanami was, unfortunately, caught up in that as well, all thanks to the perpetually insufferable Gojo Satoru.

The idiot's newest headache causing event had been him getting kidnapped by a yakuza family who also happened to deal in Cursed Objects and other similar relics. Including their newest acquisition: the Gojo clan's only Six Eyes user.

A clan that was not willing to deal even for Gojo's life apparently, and passed it off to the school to deal with.

So now in a desperate bid from Jujutsu High and the surrounding schools to get their most powerful asset back—aside from the people who would rather see Gojo gone for good—Nanami was posing as a contractor from one of the rival clans to go in and pick Gojo up.

He had honestly thought the idea was ridiculous, but the higher ups had insisted that the man they were dealing with wouldn't sell Gojo back to them, and it would be better to create a ruse around hauling him off to be put down quietly, promising protection should a war between the clans break out as a result.

And, who better to play the role of calm, cold assassin than Nanami Kento?

In all honesty, hauling Gojo out to a deserted part of the countryside and putting a bullet in his head sounded pretty good to the sorcerer right now, if he thought it would do any good.

He was led to the back of the club where the young yakuza family head lounged against a bar with a drink in his hand, grinning as he saw Nanami.

"Ah, you made it. So your boss didn't decide to back out after all?"

"No, the deal will proceed as planned," Nanami said, handing over the briefcase he held.

The man nodded to two of his goons to take it and they opened the case, showing off stacks and stacks of yen neatly piled up.

"Good," the man said, motioning Nanami forward. "Now, as promised, I'll let you inspect the goods before you make the final call—just so you can see we have the authentic product up for offer."

He led Nanami through a thick curtain to a private room which was filled to the brim with armed men. Nanami calculated quickly, and was not happy with what he saw.

His original plan had been to go in, and take out as many men as he could—preferably all of them. However, they certainly weren't taking any chances, probably because Gojo had a bit of a reputation. He was going to have to quickly think of something else then…

Speaking of Gojo, the man was looking a little worse for wear, sitting slumped over and bound to a chair in the center of the room full of yakuza toughs. To top it off, his restraints were covered in warding that was undoubtedly keeping his powers at bay.

"Here is he," the family head said, motioning with a flourish to the captive sorcerer.

One of the men stepped forward, wrenching Gojo's head up by the hair. Eerie blue eyes shot open and a dopey grin spread over his face as he saw Nanami.

"H-hey, would you look at that! If it isn't ol' Na—"

Nanami acted quickly, already striding forward, and slamming his fist directly into Gojo's face before he could even finish his sentence.

The man's shock was obvious, staring up at him with wide eyes, blood running down his chin from a split lip. "W-what are you—"

Shut up! Nanami snarled silently as he punched Gojo again, splitting the skin across his cheek. Don't you see what I'm trying to do, you idiot? Play along!

Gojo finally shut up after that blow and Nanami hoped he got the picture. He adjusted the gloves he was wearing and turned to the yakuza family head. "I apologize, he has been a thorn in the clan's side for a very long time and I wanted the satisfaction of punching him in the face."

The man laughed, a gleeful look in his eyes as he motioned grandly. "By all means, continue! You've given me the money, I'm not stopping you."

Nanami stared at Gojo who was looking back at him, wary. He weighed his options quickly, knowing that hesitation could count toward his presumed professionalism or it could only cause suspicion.

And, if he was being completely honest with himself, he might just have thought about a moment like this often. Perhaps more often than he should have.

So, to sell the role, he turned back to Gojo and drove his fist into his face once more.

Gojo let out a sound of surprised pain, head snapping back. Nanami didn't stop there. He kept throwing punches, bloodying Gojo's annoyingly handsome face, and delivering more blows to his ribs and stomach, causing him to grunt, eyes blowing wide with shock and pain, doubling over as far as his restraints would allow.

Nanami wasn't that cruel though, he got to work out his frustrations, and moved on. He knew Gojo had a very low tolerance for pain—what else could be expected from a man who didn't allow himself to be hurt? Who barely knew the feeling of a stubbed toe like the rest of them. Nanami would be lying if he were to claim that seeing pain on Gojo's face didn't give him some small bit of satisfaction, but he knew when the man had had enough and he kicked his chair over as a final blow, leaving Gojo panting and moaning past bloody teeth on the ground.

Nanami brushed his hair back with the back of his wrist. "I really needed that," he muttered.

"I can tell," the yakuza head said with a twisted smile. "Satisfied with your purchase then?"

Before Nanami could reply one of the goons came up to whisper in his boss's ear and Nanami suddenly found the family head's gun pointed at him.

"What are you playing at?"

Nanami frowned. "What do you mean?"

"The money's fake," the man snarled, stepping forward and shoving the gun against Nanami's temple. "So who the hell are you really?"

Nanami glanced down at Gojo who was looking back up at him with a steady glance—or as steady as it could be with one eye swelling shut.

Nanami simply sighed, and reached up to loosen his tie. "Why do you insist on causing so much annoyance to me?" he muttered.

"Hey, hands up!" the yakuza man said.

Nanami felt his Cursed energy rising to the surface and struck out swiftly at the man's elbow, an audible snap of bones sounded as the gun was sent skittering away with the man's scream.

Blades and guns were drawn as Nanami ducked and yanked Gojo from the chair, dragging him over to a back door, kicking a table over for them to hide behind.

"What the hell kind of rescue is this?" Gojo cried.

Nanami untied him as quickly as he could. "It appears Plan A did not work."

"Plan A was beating the crap out of me?" Gojo asked, incredulously.

Nanami refused to answer, yanking the ropes off of him and hauling him to his feet, dragging him out the back door as more gunshots rang out.

"So what exactly is Blan B?"

"Just shut up. We're going to have to fight our way out of here."

Nanami wrapped his tie around his hand as they came out into the main area of the club, the rest of the yakuza toughs assembled, waiting for them.

"Are you using Infinity?" Nanami asked.

"Yes, now I am—"

Nanami shoved Gojo ahead of him as bullets were fired, all of them coming to a stop before they could hit Gojo who let out a scream all the same.

"Nanami, what the hell!"

But Nanami was already leaping forward, taking out several of the men with a few blows. He was into Overtime now, and while normally he wouldn't use those powers against normal humans, they didn't really have a choice at the moment.

"Stop them!" the yakuza head shouted, staggering out of the back room, clutching his broken arm.

"Time to go," Nanami snapped, grabbing Gojo by the shoulder and hauling him toward the door, possibly using him as a shield for his back in the process. Nanami broke through the door and Gojo finally seemed to get off a blast of power, because something exploded in the club behind them as they made a dash for the car.

Nanami threw Gojo into the passenger seat and raced around, grabbing his keys.

Once they were finally on the road, he breathed a sigh of relief, flexing his bruised fists against the wheel.

Gojo on the other hand was leaning back in the other seat, head tipped back, pinching his nose to keep it from bleeding everywhere as he moaned.

"Shit, Nanami did you have to hit me so hard?"

"I had to sell it."

"Well it didn't work!" Gojo retorted.

Nanami grabbed a handful of napkins from the center console and shoved them toward Gojo. "I would prefer you not bleed everywhere."

Gojo shoved the wad of napkins against his nose, mumbling and moaning under his breath as he nursed his injuries. Nanami would have felt worse if he knew the sorcerer wasn't such a drama queen. He hadn't hit him that hard.

"Don't pretend you didn't enjoy it," Gojo muttered.

"I'm not," Nanami replied. "But we also may have started a feud with one of the yakuza families. In retrospect, it's probably best they figured out I wasn't from one of the clans—otherwise there might be a fullscale war on our hands."

"No shit," Gojo said with a genuinely gleeful laugh. "That would have been pretty funny though."

"I really don't see any humor in it."

"Of course not, but, that being said, that was pretty badass back there." He grinned, poking Nanami in the shoulder. "You know you're actually a lot more fun that I took you for. Is this what you always do on Friday nights?"

Nanami gave him a baleful look before turning back to the road.

Gojo sighed, pressing the napkins to his nose again. "I guess I should say thanks for the rescue, huh? But next time, can you pull your punches a little?"

"I make no promises."

[lepidopteragirl]

HI HAPPY NEW YEARS!!!! okay so i saw this post the other day, and went haha wouldnt that be funny if knap? this is canonically happening in the same time frame as the first chapter of the red wedding fic which you can and should read here! otherwise this might not make quite as much sense!

night meats. you agree. reblog

The morning of the wedding, Karl is the first one up, perhaps for the first time in his life. He’s sitting up on the bed humming a Taylor Swift song and scrolling through his phone when Sapnap’s alarm goes off. Sapnap hasn’t even had the time to click his alarm off properly before Karl is eagerly throwing himself on Sapnap’s chest and kissing him all over his face at once.

“Hi baby,” Sapnap grins sleepily, voice still rough from sleep as he tips his chin up to smooch Karl’s cheek. “Good morning.”

Karl grins back, practically bouncing up and down in place. “Good mooorning Sapnap! Sappy! Pandas! Baby! Darling, sunshine, my stars, my sun, my sky, my soulmate, love of my life!”

Sapnap hums happily, slowly easing himself up to sit leaning into the pillows, dropping a kiss on top of Karl’s curls on the way up.

Karl gives an exaggeratedly sad look up at him, wailing. “Baby? Baby? Whyever did you leave me, Sapnap, I’m all alone now, I’m cold and alone on the morn of my own wedding. Tragedy and Woe!”

“You stink.” Sapnap teases, bending down to kiss the tip of Karl’s nose, pretending to pull back waving his hand in front of his nose at Karl’s breath.

“You haven’t brushed your teeth yet, by chance, have you?” Sapnap says, laughing quietly.

“Not yet…” Karl says brightly, drawing out the word as he lets his head fall into Sapnap’s lap to look up at him with big, laughing eyes. “Why?”

He’s giggling impishly to himself, curls falling across his forehead and into his eyes in soft, sleepy tangles, and the sun is falling through a gap in the curtains onto in a bright ribbon across his cheek, turning his freckles and hair a warm gold.

Sapnap can’t wait to marry him.

And he can’t wait to marry Quackity too, who’s probably still asleep in his room however many doors down. Their room feels empty without him, a little bit, an empty slot where he’s normally curled up into Sapnap’s left side, playing with Karl’s hair and laughing quietly as the two of them go back and forth.

“I miss Quackity,” Sapnap says to himself, a little wistful, already imagining the wedding as he talks.

“We should get him a present,” Karl proposes, swinging himself up and into his ready prepared bunny slippers at the side of the bed.

Sapnap blinks at him with a fond sleepiness, not quite awake yet and otherwise too caught up in the thrill of marrying the two of them, today, to do anything but smile stupidly wide as he watches Karl jump around the room looking for his second slipper like an overjoyed puppy.

“Besides me, I mean,” Karl elaborates as he emerges from under the nightstand, bunny slipper in hand and miraculously only a little dusty. “Since he’s been away from us for so long and is probably wasting away from loneliness right now. We gotta make it up to him

“Like what?” Sapnap asks, following Karl out of bed and grabbing his own bathrobe and the hanger with his suit on it so he can shower before they head over to the church.

Karl screws up his face in thought for a second, then shrugs. “I’ll think on it. In the ol’ noggin, y’know?” Karl taps his finger to his temple solemnly.

Sapnap nods along with a laugh, letting himself into the shower.

-

Sapnap smiles as he slips his suit coat on, listening to Karl move around in the hotel room, chattering along to a Jeopardy! rerun and making tea in the tiny little microwave. Sapnap’s pretty sure he was singing, a second ago, while the shower was still running, and Karl thought he wouldn’t hear it.

A few minutes later, though, the tv turns off, and he’s greeted by an excited knock on the door and Karl’s head and a little waving hand pokes through the crack.

“Knock!” Karl says cheerily, swinging the door wider to let himself in when Sapnap waves back at him. “I’m keeping you company now.”

“Aren’t you not supposed to look at me until the wedding?” Sapnap teases, rummaging around for a comb.

“You’re pretty,” Karl says earnestly, smiling at Sapnap beseechingly.

Sapnap feels his cheeks go pink, dipping his chin and pretending to ignore Karl to hide his little smile.

He’s doing his hair, special and formal and even without his bandana, to make his wedding extra special and formal. (Quackity insisted, and one thing about Sapnap is that he would do anything at all to see Quackity’s smile, even after three years.)

“Sapnap.” Karl announces, swinging himself up onto the bathroom counter. “I have an idea.”

“Yo? That’s awesome dude,” Sapnap says, distracted, words a little distorted from his thoughtfully sticking out tip of his tongue as he runs a fine-tooth comb across the top of his head to properly part his damp hair.

“Listen Sapnap, listen, this idea, its huge, okay?”

Sapnap hums in assent. “Since you’re here, you can help me out dude, here. What do you think? Should I leave my hair down, like this? Or do I pull it back into a little ponytail, like this?” Sapnap asks the reflection of the back of Karl’s head in the mirror, demonstrating as he talks.

“Look Sapnap, listen, listen, listen, pay attention. I have a big idea, an important and highly relevant idea!”

“Okay,” Sapnap says, turning to look properly towards Karl, letting his hair fall back down across his cheeks as he drops his hands.

Karl smiles devilishly. “I’ve got a plan Sapnap, a big plan. A huge one.”

Sapnap waits, bemused.

“Ask me what my plan is, Sapnap,” Karl sighs dramatically.

“What’s your plan, Karl?”

Throwing his arms wide, Karl leans closer, in a move that is not quite as effective at hiding his almost-topple as Sapnap thinks it was supposed to be. “Okay, hear me out. Before the reception, right? While everyone’s all milling around, I sneak in, through the jaws of death! And then I collect us a nice plate of all the most delectable meats there and sneak it out to your car and take them back here. Then! Later! We can have Night Meats!” Karl lowers his voice to a dramatic whisper as he talks, eyes going wide. “But I need your help.”

Sapnap is enthralled, to say the least. Night meats! Sometimes he thinks Karl is the cleverest man he’s ever met. “Anything, baby.”

Karl giggles for a second, then becomes deadly serious once again. “I need you to help me distract them. Who knows what’ll happen to me if I get caught?”

Sapnap nods solemnly. Maybe it’s just because it’s his wedding day, and he’s been waiting for today for so very long, and maybe he just loves them so much either way, but either way he thinks he starts tearing up from the sheer romance of it. “You would do that baby? For me? For us?”

“Of course,” Karl grins with a self-assured hair flip. “This is our wedding day; I’ve got to up the romance!”

Sapnap tears up yet again, tips of his ears a little red as he fumbles with his hair and stares up a little lovestruck at his soon to be husband(!) still perched on the bathroom counter.

“And leave your hair down,” Karl says, brushing said hair behind Sapnap’s ear as he jumps down from the counter, leaning down and dropping a wet kiss on Sapnap’s cheek. “Its cute like that.”

Sapnap watches him go, chest full of a warm feeling. This is going to be the best day of their lives. He knows it already.

[greenerteacups]

You are the one of the best writers ever and not just fanfic. I mean all round. Lionheart is PERFECTION. I don't know if you answer these kinds of questions but I really want to know how you do it! Obviously your natural talent is out of this world, but... you're obviously sooo well read and informed, and you work, and you find time to write the greatest fanfic of all time. HOW? I'm late 20s, a mother, working, and I don't know how to do anything but exist. Do you have any tips to get more done?

Thank you so much! I'm really flattered and honored that you think so much of my lil ol' writing, and I'll answer as best I can.

The writing part is literally the most boring answer in the world, but I started writing when I was in middle school, and 99% of everything I wrote was terrible. And then I kept writing through high school, and 50% of everything I wrote was terrible. And then I kept writing through college, and now I'm through college, and there is still a non-zero percentage of everything I write that is terrible! (I just don't publish it. Cackles in editorial discretion.) So there's a brute force element to being able to write, which is that like any sport, if you just put a gun to your own head and do it once a day or so for ten years, you will become some version of good at it, even if you're not where you want to be. But I think the biggest thing is I love to read, and read widely, and read stylistically challenging/capital-W Weird Shit, which is how I developed a writer's voice. Reading other people's writing is like visiting a candy store of ways to write. Some are to my taste, some aren't, but in any case, adventurism pays off.

With respect to time, you have buried the lede here, my friend: you're a working mother. And you have time for reading as a hobby! And you're under 30! If your schedule was any freer, they would have to arrest you for making the rest of us look bad! I can offer you my own personal tips, but I guess the headline is that you should feel damn proud of what you can do in a day's work. Sometimes your body can only execute so many tasks in an 18-hour interval, and writing isn't gonna be one of those tasks. It isn't for me, always.

One reason I write and read so much — and a possible answer to your question – is probably because I use them as background thoughts. When I'm going for a run, for example, or when I'm doing chores, my brain usually drifts back to what I'm writing, and I start reflecting on how to approach the next chapter, or things I'm not satisfied with in the outline; it's basically try to solve narrative/pacing problems. When I have an idea, I add it as a Reminder on my phone, and keep going about my day. Brandon Sanderson has this great video series about how to get started seriously working as a young author, and one of his recommendations is to get a job in manual or tedious labor, because you can do it and "write" in your head at the same time. (As he did, early in his career!) I don't have one of those jobs, but I do have a lot of tasks in my day where I don't need all of my bran for it, so I sort of use writing the same way some people use podcasts. It especially helps on days when I can't sit down to write. But in general, there's nothing any artist can do except make the most of whatever time we can, and try to feel proud of what we did with it.

[wench-and-jezebel]

Dark Angel Reaction: Red

Jezebel (@typicalopposite) reacts [with occasional asides by Wench (@scripted-downfall)]

NO MONOLOGUE 😱😱😱

[“We stole that power first!  It’s ours!”  So she was ranting about this in s1 even before she was ranting about this (re. Alec) in s2, I see]

*sigh* so bitchy. So hot. S’not fair

I’ll live in an abandoned building for that tub  *sigh*

Togan! 😁

How did you know that?  Some good ears  [The water was splashing pretty loudly tbf]  True ☠️

[Max prioritizing herself over the greater good again]  Does she ever not tho?  [True!  Also, it might be fine if she didn't then act like she was some paragon of virtue later]

Must be so dehumanizing for these poor men to be lifted like a rag doll by her

Sorry but.  Buddy there was no blood.  You’re just stupid

["I thought you were dead"  Damn, this is the episode catchphrase, apparently alkdsjf]  ☠️☠️☠️

[OH IT'S THIS ONE!  Get ready to be annoyed]

“Coulda been worse.”  ☠️☠️☠️

“Here’s some spending money” ☠️☠️☠️ *sigh* Must be nice.  She should respect the shit out of him

THEY GONNA HOOK UP!?!

Look here bitchy man

How boujie of him

Oh she kinky

BOUJIE

🥺🥺🥺

Money! 🤣🤣  Yeeep it’ll get you anything

Speaking of off the record… How’d you get this tape

Budddy that’s not healthyyyy!  Stop watching yourself get shot

Nooooo Wot Is Happening How Even Did He get them in there  [Magic]

MEN 😤  [Ma'am, you're married… I remind you that you got yourself hitched to one of them]  He’s different (most days) ☠️  He’s the exception.  But he still has his “men” moments

[OH MY GOD THERE WAS ONLY ONE BED]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️  The one time it’s very much not welcome  [Enemies to friends to lovers?]  Does that happen?!  [No aslkdfj]

“It’s all coming back to me now”...  I got my ass kicked by a lady

[btw, her mission security is shit here]

This scene is giving me whiplash

Oh he has escapéd  [laksdjflkajfd the accent is stunning]  ☠️

Did she not think this would happen???? Dumbo.  [Like I said, mission security sucks]  ☠️☠️

[Okay, but her dealing with the guy extorting the working girls was, grudgingly, great]

You know when you got these scenarios where the persons life is in danger but they are stupid?  [All too well]  And keep running away?  I don’t even feel bad when they ultimately get got

*sigh* she's showing off her Manticore stuff without call for it again  ☠️☠️

“My wife” ☠️☠️

Buddy I’m sorry, but you do not have the right lifestyle to be reproducing  [You're not wrong]

Cliche bad guy: has a kid so isn’t “so” bad 🙂🙃

Is he lying?  I feel like he’s lying.  And she’s just stupid.  (Cause she gave the ol soft smile awww he’s a good dad face: Women… we got our flaws too)  [I?  Don't think so?  I think that was genuine]

– – –

Okay… Midpoint *sigh* imma lil rusty.  BUT.  This fecking man (Bruno) is annoying af!  *sigh*  Like, Max is annoying.  Logan is annoying sometimes.  Hell, they all have their moments.  But this man… Like, buddy is such a good father he HAS to call his daughter every night.. but can’t take the fact people are trying to kill him serious enough to stay put!?!  And in all honesty I don’t have too much more. Other than Logan ridiculously torturing himself with reasons he hates the guy he wants max to save ☠️ nothing else has happened til now

– – –

[I maintain that Normal wears makeup]  ☠️☠️☠️  I believe it

I LOVE HER! And him!  [This watchthrough, I'm loving both Normal and OC even more than I did last time]

“Dumbo”  [Look, is you!]  Shush

WHY WOULD YOU GO SEE YOUR KID YOU IDIOTTTTTTTT?!?!?!?!  LIKE?!?!?!?!

[Okay but that "yahoo" was adorable]  I know but still  [Shush]

Seeeeeeee  [Shush.  The yahoo was cute]  And the gunman took a giant shit on the cuteness ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

Buh-ruh  [OH SHIT THEM Rightttttt I remember this]

Ooooh ok fire knife makes sense now

Who is this guy?  [idk but I remember liking him]  Did I miss him coming up  [Nah, I don't think we know him]  Oh 🤣 He just randomly popped up.  I was like….. who are you!?

Oooof I got caught up in the story 🤣🤣🤣 but how cliche: a bomb threat

Oh

Double-cross!  Evil!  Man!  [Did I mention she's kinda dumb for stupidly flaunting her powers... this is why. People. Notice.]  Yep

Welp if he dies… Won’t feel too bad (again)

[Hubris being her flaw again]

Nope not a lick of remorse… Ya deserved it buddy  [This is fair, but the kid didn't]  That’s true and that part sucks. But he could have got her killed getting what he wanted (to see her one more time) so imo she’s better off

Aaaaaack

[Another instance of Max being allowed to verbally express pain/discomfort while she didn't allow Alec the same season 2 courtesy... not that I'm bitter or anything]  So what I’m hearing is alec becomes her (just better) she becomes zach and zach becomes the terminator  [... That-  Yeah, that's a pretty damn good description, tbh]  ☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️☠️

No end monologues… This ep was all kinda weird 🤣🤣🤣

– – –

Jezebel: This episode managed to piss me off in multiple ways… *sigh*  Like, this time her bitchiness was deserved ‘cause Bruno was an idiot.

Wench: WAIT THAT'S A GOOD POINT!  This is vaguely off-topic rn but!  Take her bitchiness towards Bruno… Direct it towards Dean… Don’t change anything about her bitchiness and don’t change much of Dean's character… And you have her relationship with Alec.

Jezebel: So she’s just like that all the time. But for NO reason?  *sigh*  Hoooo boy

Wench: I mean.  He's a bit trying at times, sure.  But he doesn’t deserve her shit 

Jezebel: Next seasons reactions are gonna be spicy

Wench: alskdfjla;skdjf I look forward to it

Jezebel: I think that’s all for endpoint tho. Again, this episode revolved around this one story line so much the cameos of the other characters could have been left out and it wouldn’t be noticed.  They were just filler to make it longer lol

Wench: That's true.  This is fair… Til next episode then!