#just these tiny instinctual acts of love

[silverbastardgoldenfool]

Why the fuck did I almost just burst into tears lol

[alastorss]

i love your writing & the way you format your posts !! .. is it possible to ask for an alastor x cat demon reader who’s pupils dilate around him ? (positively of course) bonus if he picks up on it before they are dating. i’m pretty sure your requests are open, if they’re not feel free to ignore this ! :)

a/n: hi!! thank you so much! i kept this very short but i hope you enjoy ♡

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Alastor can't tell if you know, or if you're none the wiser.

He's tried to ignore it—the subtle way your pupils dilate whenever you see him walk into a room. Or the tiny flick of your ears when his static voice buzzes as he talks to you. It's instinctual, he's sure, something you can't control but buried deep in your brain since you gained your animalistic attributes.

It's not on purpose, but for some reason he can't help but think you only look like that with him.

And, well. He would be lying if he said it didn't stroke his ego just a little bit. And now he's caught you in the act, quite literally.

"Is there something wrong with my face, my dear?" The demon gives your cheeks a squeeze between his fingers. You sputter, embarrassed and flustered.

"What? No! Could you let go of me already?!" Your words come out muffled as he pinches your lips together tighter.

His eyes narrow in suspicion, but you swear the ever-present smile on his face grows tenfold.

"You've been staring an awful lot lately~!" he sings.

"W-Well that's just... because..." You fumble, eyes darting around nervously. He laughs to himself at your display before letting go of your cheeks.

"I jest," Alastor relents, hand falling atop your head to give you a pat between your drooping ears.

You blink at him slowly, body relaxing as he smiles down at you with a certain fondness. Finally, he sees it again: your black pupils blowing wide while you admire him.

Something else in him stirs—not amusement, not even his pride. Something foreign and strange that he doesn't have the word for. It's pleasant, the way it makes his stomach swirl.

He thinks about pushing you further, just to explore this new feeling in his chest. But you're already putty in his hands, and he'd rather not have to explain this to his nosy "friends" later.

Alastor tips your chin up to look at him, and in the light he can see your adoration in its fullest. He chuckles.

"Why don't you keep me company? I was just about to have a drink."

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Alastor x Reader

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Favoritism Pt.2(1.5)

Part 1

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Synopsis: Alastor finds himself wondering why exactly he favors you so much

a/n: this is more of a part 1.5 really, as it’s mostly just Alastair’s perspective of what’s going on, but I figured you guys would enjoy this 🍓

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Fluffy red ears twitched back and fourth, listening to the idle and mindless chatter of the hotel inhabitants.

Alastor couldn’t help but feel a certain sense of mirth at the topic of discussion. While he made no attempts to hide his blatant bias, he hadn’t thought he was quite that obvious.

Though a tiny part of him felt a bit smug, especially at the claim of that empty headed serpent. A kiss?

The idea wasn’t unpleasant but he was unfortunately mistaken.

The two of you had never shared such an intimate gesture, much less in the company of others.

No-, he supposed the closest you had ever gotten was a small bump of the nose to one another’s. It wasn’t an inherently romantic gesture on the radio demons part, more instinctual than anything, but he could suppose there had been a certain layer of affection lined in the action nonetheless.

“What do you suppose they’re talking about Al..?”

His ears twitched forward to fully take in the sound of your candied voice.

Alastor didn’t consider himself a fan of sweet things like candy and cakes. But he always seemed to make an exception when it came to you.

“Hm..~ Seems our dear friends are under the impression that you and I are…an item of sorts.” His smile twitched, inching upwards with amusement when he saw the way your eyes widened, a warmth on your cheeks that roused a small huff of pride from his nose.

“Oh…well that doesn’t..upset you?…right?” Your concern is down right precious. So bothered with his comfort that it makes the fabric of his tail coat shift, just briefly.

“Hmm~…perhaps if it were another sinner who they believed I had such relations with. However because it’s you my dear, I can’t seem to find myself bothered by the idea.”

You were far too naive. (Cute). Your sparkly gaze almost made him angry. Like he wanted to squeeze you till it eased the tight sensation in his chest. Though he wouldn’t dare to act on such an impulse. For fear of losing such pleasant company of course.

But he couldn’t stop himself from teasing you. Just a little. “Infact…I’d say I’m rather flattered by the notion~. To think they see me a fit partner for a gem like you.”

That feeling got subsequently stronger as he watched you bury your face into the crook of your shoulder, a shy, perhaps embarrassed smile painting your lips and making a that shifting of his tail coat return. Like those aforementioned sweets had found their way into his system and subsequently thrown him into a vicious sugar rush. His heart was practically bouncing off the walls of his ribcage, though he hadn't the faintest idea why.

“Alastor…” His name was a garbled whine, swatting at him playfully as you returned to dusting the bannister, distracting yourself as he sidled beside you still, ever attendant while his shadow fluttered around, moving glasses and nicknacks for you to dust off. “Are you going to tell them then..?”

“What ever do you mean?”

Your eyes glanced back, lips pursed. “Well…you are going to tell them we’re not together right?”

Well that sounded unpleasant, and his immediate thought had been an internal grimace. But he pondered the thought for a moment, mindful of the eyes on both your backs as he stepped around the side of you, clawed hands dancing across your shoulder and arm thoughtfully.

“Hmm…~..No.”

He paused, ears twitched backwards as his lips connected gently with the skin of your nose, sweet and lingering as he failed to ignore the twitch of his grin at the gasps that echoed behind.

“No fucking way.”

“I say let them wonder..~”

……

Alastor could admit, even by his standards this was a bit mean.

His “loving” gestures had amped up quite a bit the following week at the hotel.

Lingering touches, thoughtful hand placements, small gestures and sweet words. Nothing explicitly romantic…but there was always something implied in his gaze that perhaps even he himself wasn't aware of.

It wasn’t in an intentional effort to lead you on. He was hardly that cruel. But some part of him…found deep satisfaction in watching your eyes shine and your cheeks darken and become hot.

And that itch had only gotten worse too.

Sometimes it was small. An urge to pinch your cheek which he acted on, mindful of his claws in doing so. His ears always twitched at your disgruntled whines, always tuned to your words and noises. Even unintentionally.

There had been one moment when, your silly little self had gotten caught on that same rug, again. Alastor had been on the other side of the room, but the moment your squeak reached his ears, they swiveled back, and a mass of tentacles lurched up from the ground, gently rolling you onto you greet before disappearing like they had never existed.

And Alastor hadn’t even turned around, still idly chatting with the stunned princess who barely hid her ever widening smile.

Husker seemed the most displeased with his current antics. Always preaching to the others that this was a trick. That he was playing with you. Toying with you.

The radio demon wished that was the case now.

Frankly, he wasn’t sure why he was doing it. He knew he favored you above the others. That was natural. Instinctual. Obvious. And while the others reactions, especially those of the spear wielding ex angel and the gambler were fairly amusing, if that had been the soul purpose it was likely he would’ve grown bored by now. And he would’ve stopped.

But it wasn’t. And he hadn’t.

And it was all becoming a bit overwhelming.

Yet you didn’t question it. Sometimes your brow would raise, at a particularly bold gesture or comment sent your way, and yes your eyes would dart around as if to see who was watching. But you never complained. And if he didn’t know any better, he’d say you were enjoying yourself, if the sweetheart smile that graced your lips after each instance was anything to go off.

So Alastor didn’t feel the need to label what he was experiencing or truly ponder why. He was enjoying himself, as were you. To him, nothing needed to be said.

“So are you two bangin or nah?”

Though he supposed not everyone felt the same.

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[lilacgaby]

title: fairy tale

✩pairing: dragonking!katsuki bakugo x tinkerbell!fem reader

lover or best friend? you two couldn't help but to blur the lines.

summary: katsuki's life had been flipped onto its head, who knew some pixie dust was all he needed?

princes weren't to be excluded from the rest of the village kids.

that's how his parents ruled, they believed that a humble king would be a good king, and that to teach humility would be ensuring the prosperity of their kingdom for generations to come.

unfortunately it didn't really stick with katsuki, who had all the village kid praising him as early as age five. everyone would congratulate him on being so cool, so strong, so smart, such a prince.

until izuku was found to have the king of another kingdom's blood running through him.

being lied to was something katsuki hated even at that young age of seven. he hated not heing in the know, and to have his rival, who he'd race in sport, in magic practice, even at lunch lie to him? to have him in reality be his equal?

it was too much, so he escaped to the hidden area of the royal gardens he'd stumbled upon once.

he let the tears fall freely there, his head in his knees as he rocked back and forth. the rushing of water the only noise he heard accompanied by his crying.

he felt the feeling of something landing on his knee, instinctually he jumped and moved to swat it, making the 'thing' hang to his leg.

he heard the noise of a bell ringing and when he looked down he saw..

a fairy. a real life fairy? he must've been dreaming. they weren't real, just a tale told of time. but as you were there, dandelion-sized and pouting at him, hands stuck your sides as you looked at him adorably,

he knew you were real.

he kept hearing the sound of jingles come from your mouth. from his expression, he saw that something suddenly clicked in your head. you mouthed, "oh.. duh!" and smacked your forehead before sprinkling some glittery thing all over you, and moving to sprinkle it onto him as well.

he felt like he was floating, because he was. "agh! woah!" he exclaimed, moving about only a couple inches of the ground.

"can you hear me now crying boy?" he heard the fairy say, no malice behind their words.

"i-i can hear you." he said, before letting out a surprised "umpf" at the sensation of being dropped back onto the ground.

you landed back on his knee, but this time he noticed a somber expression on your small face as well.

"u-uh. what's wrong fairy.. girl?"

"it's [name].. and.. i lost my hollow. i think they had to leave without me." you said dejectedly, hiccuping slightly between your words.

"so, can i stay with you crying boy?"

he wiped the last of his tears off his face, before scopping you up in his hands. "it's not crying boy, it's katsuki. and yeah, i'll take care of you."

at the news, you did a happy spin in the palm of his hand. "thank you cr- katsuki!"

he carried you around in his pockets all day. he'd poke holes in his expensive cloths just so you could see what he was doing and talk to him. he had shown you to izuku on accident once, him catching katsuki in the act of feeding you maple syrup from his morning breakfast.

as you spoke, even though katsuki could hear the actual words.. "kacchan, does your doll have a bell in it?" nobody else could hear you.

"it's not a doll, get out deku!"

you grew up alongside katsuki, always on his shoulder or his hand, staying close to him because he felt like home personified to you.

and for him, you were his rock. to think someone as small and fragile as you held his deepest secrets, wants, desires, nightmares and all was funny, but he loved you despite it.

for your birthdays he'd get you a new fresh flower to make a dress out of, and for his birthday you'd make him a map with all the best treasure troves you remembered on it.

at night, he'd made you a tiny makeshift bed that he'd lay close to his pillow, the small snores and yawns you'd make in your sleep becoming his lullaby.

the first crowning trial he went on with you. you two were walking-- well you were laid on his shoulder, and he was ranting about how annoying everyone was and how easy this was going to be. "that damn deku loves mocking me, can you believe he sent a letter asking to go on this trail together?"

"are you sure he wasn't just trying to be nice?"

"nice? you don't know the first thing about humans name, he wrote a smiley face at the end of the letter- a smiley face!"

"isn't that a nice thing to do?"

"between friends yeah, but rivals like us? that's like putting a coal down my back."

"oh." you pondered out loud, looking at the sky thoughtfully.

"besides, who needs his help when i have you. all we have to do is find that shitty egg, hatch it, and bring that dragon back. easy as pie."

"but we don't know how to hatch it! nobodies hatched one of those eggs for years! weren't you listening??" you said, now jumping down to fly in front of his face.

"yeah, yeah, but those past guys were me, and they didn't have an awesome fairy like i do." he remarked, stopping to let you lay in his hand.

"damn straight!" you high fived with his pinkie as you continued the journey.

the journey was about a month to get to the mountains, at night you two would have campfires, in day you'd continue moving west while he simultaneously looked for small food for you and charred random boars for him.

he'd managed to find a pixie tree one day, you were so excited as you dragged him to the pool of it, covering him in the dust as he flew with you for he first time. he stayed up there with you for a surprisingly long time, the scared expression on his face as he moved off the ground with you grabbing him by the finger was so funny to you. your laughs reached his ears and made his face scrunch up in annoyance.

with you pulling him around, you covered a lot of ground that day, the signs of the fairy dust running out made you set him on the ground, his legs still wobbly from the experience.

"that was.. weird."

"not fun? you're so boring katsuki!"

"where's my coat??"

"...

i'll go get it.."

the rest of the journey was easy.. if katsuki ignored the hawk that just snatched you out of the sky at the base of the mountain.

you screamed, preparing yourself for your fate as.. the hawk was burnt to a crisp in the sky, falling to the floor with you still in its talons.

"katsuki! you saved me."

"yeah, couldn't have them taking you. you're staying in here from now on." he placed you on his shoulder, tucking one of your legs under his necklace.

"right." you said saluting.

he treked up the mountain, it was tall so the air was getting thin as you two went up. he saw the cavern across the way, they finally had made it.

"let's go." he said, as if you had a choice while being on his shoulder. he walked in, greeted by the site of a dragon's skeleton, and a single, humongous gold egg.

the egg had to have been.. at least bakugo's height. when katsuki used a bit of his fire he saw the dragon inside. since it's been there since the last kings reign..

it had to be 18 too? no wonder it was huge.

"that's a big dragon, how're ya gonna hatch it?" you asked, flying on top of it.

"pfft, i'll figure it out. maybe those assholes before me weren't smart or strong enough."

"right.. well go ahead."

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he tried until the sun went down.

nothing worked. hell he even tried asking it nicely, all to have you laugh when it didn't work. "fuck this and damn you, you damn.. fairy!"

in his anger he threw his coat, which sent the small satchel of your fairy dust flying onto the egg. in panic, katsuki jumped to keep it on the floor.

"what the--" is all he said before the egg started to crack. no. it was hatching?

you flew over observing the situation, katsuki jumped back when a particularly large piece of egg cracked off, and the dragon inside started to move.

"ack!" she flew behind katsuki's head as the dragon jumped out with a confused, "huh?"

...

"i did it! im the king now! hey dragon! you're coming with me!" katsuki said victoriously, in his own little happy world as you flew over to the dragon.

"hi dragon guy, im [name]."

"you're small."

"duh im a fairy, anyways what's your name?"

"oh.. i think it was eijiro kirishima."

she pulled his finger, leading him out the remnants of his shell. "you wanna come with us eijiro? you'll get to be a dragon knight i think."

"cool! i'm in!...

what's a knight though?"

she smacked her head, "ah, i'll explain it later. put these on and let's go kat--" the sight of katsuki sleeping on the floor made her realize how tired he was.

"uh, let's stay here for the night actually, i'll catch you up on all the cool stuff about the world."

"okay!"

you talked all night to the curious dragon, explaining the ins and outs of his future life, your role in katsuki's life, and about your adventures that you'd surely go on.

"hey [name]."

"yes?"

"uh, so kings they have queens right? who's katsuki's queen? is it you?"

you jumped. "ah! no way. he'll.. he'll probably get one when he goes back though." you said, realization setting in as you spoke.

"you don't sound very happy [name]."

with a tight-lipped smile as you rested your head on your hand, you whispered, "i'm not happy at all, actually."

you two went to sleep after that, you suddenly felt tired for some reason. though you know you shouldn't have felt so possessive over katsuki anyways.

you'd developed a crush over him for forever. but you'd have to see him go, see him leave with another.

your fists clenched the leaf covering you,

you couldn't stand it.

the journey started out livelier than normal for katsuki. he'd been listening to the damn dragon's rambling for half a day now, at least he was a natural born hunter. he noticed you being a bit more quiet than usual, he thought you were taking a nap on his shoulder but you were awake, staring between your two legs.

"hey, [name]. what's up with you?"

"yeah [name]! you're so quiet."

you snapped out of your daze, a polite smile on your lips. "ah! it's nothing, just uh-- hungry i guess. and tired, i don't have any dust left."

"well you should've said that earlier. we can get some tomorrow morning." he knew you were lying, but he didn't want to press you with the dragon around. he'd ask you when you two got back to the castle.

the rest of the month passed by like that. he had grown fond of the new dragon that'd serve to be his personal knight, he was dedicated, strong, but just so talkative.

you were spaced out often, waving off his concerns with a limp hand. hiding in his cape as they entered the kingdom.

they were greeted with celebrations all round, it seems news had traveled quickly of the dragon. back pats and smiles were all that greeted bakugo as he walked up to his parents.

with a tearful gaze, his father placed the crown upon his head. "you are now king katsuki. your official coronation is tomorrow but.. we wanted to do this with you personally."

"you finally did some good kid, now comes the hard part. you'll need to pick a wife tomorrow."

the air was zapped out of his and your lungs. "hell no, i'm not choosing shi--"

"yes you are, or you can hand that crown over right now. we're having inko get some of the towns most gorgeous women and some eligible princesses are coming to visit. you will choose someone by the end of the night. congratulations son, you're a king now."

he tsked. "whatever. let's go dragon face." as kirishima followed him out, he led him to a room connected to his. "this is your room, i'll get you tomorrow morning. go to sleep."

"yes sir! wow he's so manly." he said before walking inside and verbally gasping at the room.

"you, come out already. " he said, pulling his cape off and laying it on his bed. you were teary eyed as you sat cross legged. "what's up with you? you've been weird this whole trip?"

"it's nothing."

"it's not nothing, you've been ignoring me and i'm pissed off already. tell the truth already."

your feelings were about to burst, your tears already free falling down your face. "be quiet." you whispered.

"no i don't think i will, because you'll just keep sitting here and ignoring me!"

"i love you! and i shouldn't because it'd never work!" she cried. a moment of silence passes. "i-im leaving."

"to where? hey- where are you going?"

"i don't know."

she flew, the only sight he had of her being her moonlit wings as she disappeared out of his sight.

he couldn't believe it.

he couldn't believe his feelings were reciprocated. he fell asleep to the thoughts of you, and he woke up still preoccupied.

as they prepared him for the ceremony, dousing him in jewels and diamonds, all he could think about was you.

as he walked to his throne where he'd sit until he found a bride, all he thought off was you.

and as they placed the crown on his head, all he thought of was how he'd never be here without your help.

as he stood around in a corner, princesses and village women occasionally attempting to start up conversations with him only to be let down by his cold nature, he thought about if you'd show up.

you'd been by his side for 18 years, he swore it was your birthday today too. he had picked out a flower perfect for you, just like he always did.

but now he wouldn't even get to see you, he thought, fist tightening on his slacks. eijiro had knocked on his shoulder, asking him to go out with him to the gardens for a second. he agreed and walked over.. where.. you were standing there.

only now you were human-sized, an angelically white dress encapsulated you as you stood by the waterfall. your wings were big and shiny as you finally noticed him, smiling.

"katsuki. you look- pfft. handsome." you joked. oh yeah, his hair was slicked down. he walked over to you, taking your hand into his for the first time.

"[name]? it's really you?"

"mhm, cmon." she led him to the secret garden where they'd first met.

"how--"

"i could always turn myself this big, it just takes a bit."

"..about what you said earlier. i..

i love you too [name]." katsuki said, averting his eyes from you but holding your hand tightly. "as a small fairy or as an equal to me.. i-- i really do care about you. i never could've done this without you.

so, uh.."

"just kiss me."

and he did so, the flowers being witness to both of your first kisses.

he felt like he was on cloud nine, never imagining this day would have ended so joyfully, with you by his side.

and with you now officially ruling next to his.

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⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ fic for @kvanity-main's "fall for you" event! ୨୧ pairing: eric sohn x fem!reader ୨୧ word count: 1.2k ୨୧ genre: fluff ୨୧ tags: established relationship au ୨୧ synopsis: You haven't been with Eric long, but you do know that doing any menial task together, including baking an apple pie from scratch, will be memorable. ➸ Title inspired by the song by Angel Taylor! Prompt for the fic is: "'It's a brand new romantic relationship and you're baking together for the first time."

“That definitely does not go into the filling.” Eric presses his head into your neck as he looks over your shoulder. The recipe for apple pie Sangyeon supplied you with is pretty easy, although your baking partner is making it difficult to follow the directions to the letter. A dozen or so ingredients litter the kitchen counter, alongside the baking instruments needed to make the dessert.

“Yes it does! It says so right there,” you point to the fourth step, proving your point. Your boyfriend snatches the paper with a free hand to stuff into his jean pocket, a smirk stretching across his face. “Hey, give that back!”

“Maybe the best plan is to not have one, don’t you think?” His eyes sparkle with their typical mischievous nature in the afternoon sun. His ability to act care-free is what you love about him, even if you haven’t said those words out loud yet. It was only two months of dating, and diving in deep so soon felt more terrifying than anything else.

Well, besides the thought of messing up one of Eric’s mother’s favorite baked goods for the Thanksgiving party.

“Seeing as baking is even more precise than cooking, I’m gonna say no,” you respond in jest, poking your tongue out following the last word.

Eric takes your cheeks into his hands, lightly squishing them with his fingertips until you laugh. “Maybe,” he says, “you should trust me.”

You roll your eyes, followed by a huff of exasperated air leaving your lips. “I do trust you, I just don’t want to screw this up.”

Your words hold more weight as they leave your lips. The double-meaning is evident in the way your brows knit together and your lips downturn into a frown.

Eric catches it, and presses a quick smothering of kisses to your lips and cheeks, another giggle emitting from your lips. “You can’t, I promise.” His words and actions assuage the fears that begin to bubble up.

Your anxiety is slowly forgotten as you and Eric continue with the baking process. He takes his time cutting up the apples as you begin making the crust, opening the bag of flour for the process of rolling out the necessary dry ingredients. 

His humor was the biggest thing that attracted you to him initially, but his instinctual way of helping others before himself that slowly revealed itself the longer you were together made you fall harder than you imagined you could.

“What’s the point of adding lemon to pie filling?” He thinks out loud, reading Sangyeon’s instructions again with a skeptical tone that has you grinning to yourself.

Still, the fact remains that Eric can’t help but turn the humor a dial or two up when you least expect it, in both the best and worst times.

Like now, when he takes a handful of flour from the bag next to you and wipes his hand across your face. “Eric!”

Before he can laugh at your shocked expression, you take your own pile to throw. His face and hair become coated in the substance, most of it sticking to his nose.

“Okay, now it’s war.”

The next second, it looks like a bomb of white smoke exploded in your tiny kitchen. The two of you as well as the counters and cabinets are caked in baking flour, your skin and clothes a few shades lighter than they should be.

With anyone else, you would either be a bumbling mess or throwing a fit about the state of events. But, with Eric, it’s so easy to get lost in the ridiculousness of the situation.

“I think I won,” he says in triumph.

You scoff and press your back to the counter, crossing your arms. “I’d say it was a tie.”

Eric raises one eyebrow as a smirk grows on his lips. He places one hand on the bag of sugar, fingers dancing across the opening. “Is that a challenge?”

You shake your head instantly, giggling. “No, God, no. That’s how we get ants.”

He doesn’t move his position, still testing your resolve. “Then I guess you’ll just have to admit defeat. Or it’s goodbye, pest-free apartment.”

“Okay, fine, you win!”

Eric is suddenly pressing his chest to yours, the mood transforming due to the lack of space between your bodies. You can’t see his hands as they’re pressed into the countertop on either side of you, caging you in. His lips are dangerously close to yours, his minty breath hitting your face. If you have to guess, he’s decided to tease you in a far more torturous way.

Out of the corner of your eye, you see the  index finger of his hand writing something in the flour on the counter, the white powder in contrast with the black linoleum.

I LOVE YOU.

It’s safe to say the silent, written confession leaves you speechless. The man of many words has you covered, though.

“I know it’s soon, but I’ve never felt this way before about anyone. And you know by now I can’t keep anything in.” He laughs, but all that floods in his eyes is uncertainty, the fear of your impending and potentially negative response pervading his body. “If you don’t feel the same yet, I completely-“

You close the distance between the two of you in the next second, hoping your responding kiss is charged with the power to quiet the nerves he has. How he doesn’t think you feel the same is ludicrous, and you wonder now why you hadn’t told him before he had the chance to beat you to the punch.

His tongue presses your lips open to enter your mouth, and you can’t fight the moan that leaves your throat when he wraps his arms around your body to squeeze your ass. How did the day start with such a simple task of baking and end up here, the two of you ready to pounce on each other?

Eric grows impatient, suddenly lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist. He takes his lips from yours, his lips puffy and eyes love-swept. “I’m gonna guess from that reaction that you feel the same, right?”

You nod. “I love you, Eric Sohn.”

His resounding grin is electric, his expression akin to one of a child receiving their favorite candy. You resume kissing, but Eric takes advantage of your position of being carried to take you away from the kitchen.

“Baby, the pie!” You reach your arms out in the direction of the ingredients, laughing, but he just trails his lips to your neck and keeps his arms tightly wrapped around your thighs.

He chuckles on your way to the bedroom. “I’ll buy one from the store later. Lemme just take care of the girl I love first.”

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[munson-blurbs]

congrats on 2k followers friend!!!! well deserved and well earned via talent and hard work 🎉

I've been having a lot of perv!Eddie thoughts, especially since I read your diner post... But I specifically can't stop thinking about Reader/you and your good friend Eddie falling asleep during a movie night. He wakes up before you and sees that you've been exposed in some way during your shifting in the night (shorts rode up to show ass/crotch, shirt showing off a tit, etc). and this little perv, he sees it and all he can think is must bite, must mark, must squeeze. And Eddie is not great at impulse control, as we know.

anyway, love your work and can't wait to see what amazing things you have in store for us with your big, beautiful brain!!

MYOOOOOO MY LOVE 💚

I hope I did your req justice xoxoxo

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), m! masturbation, perv!Eddie, somno if you squint

WC: 1.1k

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Eddie’s movie nights with you always had a good rhythm: eat popcorn, watch something that anyone else would give you two shit for (this week’s pick was Grease 2 and was surprisingly Eddie’s choice), and stay up late catching each other up about the week. You two hadn’t had as much time to spend together since you went to college, leaving Eddie stuck at Hawkins High for his third go-around at senior year, but Saturday nights were your time together. And Eddie had you all to himself.

Well, kind of.

In order to actually have you all to himself, he’d need to stop acting like a goddamn pussy (Jeff’s words, not his) and ask you out. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it, but whenever he got close, he’d chicken out. He’d always get lost in your eyes, or focus too hard on your lips, and his brain would practically short-circuit. Instead, he tries to convince himself that it’s better this way; that he’d rather have you as a friend than not at all.

He tries when you star in all of his wet dreams.

He tries when he takes a shower and pictures soap suds sliding over the curve of your breasts.

He tries when all the women in his Playboys or in the Pay-Per-View movies he watches start to pale in comparison to you.

And he’s trying really, really hard right now, when he wakes up to see the movie’s credits rolling, and you still sound asleep, with the strap of your tank top sliding down your shoulder, leaving your chest exposed.

The morally sound thing to do would be to wake you up, or at least attempt to pull your strap back in place. Just bring it to where it should be; let his finger graze over your soft, warm skin. He can’t help but wonder what else is soft and warm.

“Shit,” he murmurs, wincing as his erection becomes all-too prominent under his gray sweatpants. He can’t risk you waking up and seeing him sporting a hard-on, especially once you realize that he got that way from your wardrobe malfunction.

He starts to get up to go to the bathroom to relieve himself, all-too grateful that Wayne is at work, but you shift in your sleep and rest your legs on top of his thighs. A tiny content sigh slips from your lips, and that’s all Eddie needs to take matters into his own hands. Literally.

The way his hand snakes into his plaid boxer shorts is almost instinctual. All he can think about is running his tongue over your nipples until they peak, grabbing the plush of your thighs as he pulls you closer to his lap, feeling your growing wetness as you grind against him. Begging for him to make you feel good.

Eddie uses the beading pre-cum at his tip to lubricate his stiff cock, feebly trying to get himself off without waking you. He watches carefully as your legs gently rock back and forth with each slight buck of his hips. Jesus, what he would give to have those legs resting on his shoulders while he disappears inside you, inch by inch…

“Eds?” you whisper, voice still groggy with sleep. “Was’ going on?”

He freezes on the spot, hand still on his dick. “N-Nothin’. Just, um, tryin’ to find the remote.”

“But you were saying my name,” you frown, turning over to better face him. It’s then that you see your exposed breast, making you giggle. “Were you trying to wake me up so I’d fix my shirt?”

Eddie flushes pink, unsure how to proceed. Does he pretend like he didn’t even notice? But how could he not; you’re right there. Does he flat-out lie and say that he was trying to get you to adjust your top? He certainly wasn’t going to tell you the truth–that he did, in fact, see your tits and he was, in fact, jerking off to them.

“I, um, no–didn’t see–”

“Too busy flogging your log to realize that my tits were out?” His gaze drops to where yours is–the crotch of his pants, where his fingers remain wrapped around his length. “Don’t be embarrassed,” you coo, pushing yourself up and sucking a bruise into his neck. “If I didn’t want you to see them, I would’ve worn a bra.” You climb onto his lap, taking his hand out of his own pants and bringing it down yours. His middle finger presses against your clit, and you release a moan of pleasure. “Touch me, Eddie. Feel how wet I am for you already.”

So wet, he thinks. Almost too wet…

Fuck.

Eddie wakes with a startle, groaning as he feels the mess pooling in his boxers. He’s going to have to start chugging coffee to stay awake during movie nights if he can’t keep himself under control.

He sits up, rubbing his eyes, but he can’t find you. Maybe you left. Oh, God, what if you woke up before him, saw him have a wet dream, and got so freaked out that you just bolted? How would he face you again?

“Oh, shit, you’re up,” you say from the bathroom doorway. There’s a guilty look on your face that Eddie just can’t place. “I guess we fell asleep.”

“Y-Yeah,” Eddie stammers, throwing a blanket over his lower half and forcing a laugh. “We’ll have to watch Michelle Pfeiffer dance around another time.”

“Is that what got you all worked up?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. “Shit, I shouldn’t have said anything…nothing wrong with a celebrity crush. Everyone, um, everyone has one,” you finish lamely.

Eddie clears his throat. “Who’s yours?”

“My celebrity crush?”

“Mhm.”

Now it’s your turn to feel a wave of embarrassment crash over you. And maybe it’s because you’re still kind of tired, and maybe it’s because he really was moaning your name in his sleep, but you say, “Just this local rockstar. You might have heard of him; he’s the lead singer and guitarist of a band called Corroded Coffin?” 

Eddie swallows thickly, processing your confession. “You have a crush on me?” There’s no way; this must be another dream. He pinches the inside of his arm and feels a small sting of pain. No, this is real. 

You nod. “Is…is that okay?” You look up at him through wide, wondering eyes.

“Fuck yeah, it’s okay. More than okay. I’ve wanted you since…forever, Sweetheart.”

You offer a sly smile as you take away the blanket to straddle his waist. You point to the wet spot on his crotch. “Think you can get it up again? For me?”

“For you? Of course.”

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[dudleyguildford]

i know david's acting in that final scene is utterly heartbreaking but i have to draw attention to the minute decisions michael made during crowley's monologue which are just.... so fucking perfect

because even though aziraphale isn't saying anything as crowley starts to speak, there is no doubt about the sheer turmoil this character is in

the fact that aziraphale cannot keep his gaze on crowley, keeps darting his eyes away as if to look for too long would crumble the resolve he has

the absolute panic on his face when he realises what this is. this love declaration he never, ever anticipated coming from crowley of all people. the dawning realisation that crowley feels with such intensity, that he would happily give up everything just to run away with aziraphale...

you can see that it's all just too much

that little open mouthed, wide-eyed expression that is begging for crowley to stop even as he is desperate to hear more. the limp arms now frozen at his sides because physically as well as emotionally he is in complete shock

the tiny quirk of the eyebrows as crowley continues because aziraphale can hear what crowley is saying but he doesn't understand it any better. how can this be happening? how did he not see it earlier? was he really this blind?

not to mention the breathing! because you can't hear it, not the audience, but you can see how aziraphale is taking great lungfuls of air. it's partly the realisation of what is happening, but also i think seeing crowley so willingly vulnerable. exposing everything that both of them had deliberately left unacknowledged for millennia.

and then finally that slow, gradual shake of the head which is as instinctual as it is tortuous. i love how michael does that. if it had been any other actor i would have hated aziraphale in that moment. but michael made it seem so plaintive, shaking his head not out of rejection or repulsion but rather out of a desperate kind of anguish, a fearful timidity at the scale of this wild and reckless offering he was being given.

that scene could so easily have tipped the scales in terms of seeing crowley as good and aziraphale as bad, but somehow michael still made aziraphale's reaction understandable. sympathetic even. every expression, every gesture was boyish and oh-so sincere. there was a child-like naivety to his gestures which meant, rather than anger, i felt pity instead.

it takes an incredibly skilled actor pull off that kind of trickery.

[commandershepardvasfuckit]

Have a rough chapter 1 for the original thing I’m working on purely as my self indulgent little project

Apparently bg3 has me stuck writing in 2nd person too lol

Just wanted to write some D/s and power imbalance nonsense with a hot, unsettling dragon king and his new human tribute turned pet

Cold stones passed under your bare feet as you were led through a seemingly endless maze of halls. The metal of the shackles around your wrists rubbed and bit into your exposed skin, leaving angry red marks even though they were just clapped on you. Fear gripped you from head to toe, knowing where you were and who you were being lead to see.

You were in the palace of the Dragon King, a man not known for his kindness or even temper. As the final part of the tribute for your city, you knew the stories of him well. He typically requested skilled craftsmen, fighters for his army, or general staff for his palace. In return for treasures and human tribute he offered protection to a city, his armies on hand to fight their enemies and defend them, and a relatively hands off approach that allowed the city to continue to govern themselves.

The guards accompanying you lead you around one last corner before the hallway opened into the entrance of the throne room. It was an impressive room, a stunning display of opulence, gold and jewels adorned many of the surfaces, elaborately woven tapestries decorated the walls, and there he sat.

A raised dais loomed over the room with a single, imposing throne resting at its center. Even more intimidating was the man sitting atop the throne. His posture was relaxed, leaning back with his head held high, the sort of aura of someone who knew they were the most powerful person there.

“Welcome my guest” his voice carried across the room with ease. It was not loud or booming, but it filled your ears and carried an assured power. “Please, approach so that I may see my newest treasure”.

The guards lead you forward, the room stretching out impossibly long in front of you and yet you approached the dais much quicker than your slow, scared shuffle should have allowed. His face was clear now, a face you would have been tempted to call handsome under different circumstances. Ruffled dark hair sat beneath the most elaborate crown you had ever seen. Sharp, high cheek bones framed his face in, lips that curled into a a smile that sent a chill down your spine, but most unsettling were his eyes. Eyes that were very much a dragon’s eyes. Golden irises filled his eyes, making it so none of the whites were visible, and slitted pupils that studied you as you approached.

“What a tiny thing you are” his lips peeled back from his teeth in a smile, teeth much sharper than a human’s. “What to do with you now? What place shall you take?”

You shuffled uncomfortably. From everything you had ever learned of him you did not fit into his services. You were no cook or maid, nor a craftsman, and you had no training in combat.

“Alondis” he motion to the guard who had been leading you through the palace. “Remove her cloak so that I may see my new treasure”.

Instinctually you took a step back as Alondis reached for the tie that secured the cloak around your shoulders. When you had arrived at the palace you had been striped down, even your shoes removed, wrapped in a cloak, and the hood pulled low over your face.

“Behave, little one” the king warned, “You are in my palace and belong to me, act accordingly if you want this to remain a pleasant experience”.

Fear had fully entrapped you, you stood frozen as Alondis untied the cloak and removed it from your shoulders. There you stood, laid bare in front of not just the dragon king and his guards, but his whole court. Had you not been gripped in terror you would have felt deeply embarrassed, though at this time there was no room for any other feelings.

“Oh how lovely” the king cooed at you, “delicate, such lovely curves on such a small frame. Approach. I wish to inspect you closer”.

Your feet were frozen to the ground, where you stood at the foot of then dais you could tell just how inhuman he was. He towered over other humans, draconic eyes that seemed to pierce straight though you, hands that almost appeared clawed, teeth that were too sharp, a strong but lithe body that would have no problem lifting you with ease. Everything about him screamed that he was something else being forced in a another shape, barely contained.

“Approach” he commanded again, “if you wish for this to remain pleasant. I will not ask again”.

The stairs up the dais felt as if they were leaping up at your feet in an attempt to trip you, your legs felt heavy and clumsy as you ascended the platform to where he waited expectingly.

“Good girl, obeying me will always be your best choice” he smiled, though it was not reassuring. “Now-“ he reached out and placed a hand on the small of your back, pulling you forward to stand between his knees as he remained seated. “Where is your place here? Hmm? Much to soft to have ever known combat or hardship, you look too well taken care of to know labor or servitude either”.

Your face was flushed red as he ran his hands down your side and grabbed your hand.

“No calluses, clearly not a craftsman either”.

His face was so close to your chest, his breath warm against your skin in the chill of the room.

His hands trailed lower to rest on your hips, “Beautifully soft and round, I dare say just about perfect and these-“ he took one of your bare breasts in his hand, surprising you as you let out a startled yelp “such a lovely shape and size. Just the right amount for me to get a good handful” he gave your breast a firm squeeze before releasing you.

“Tell me, girl, where you a noble’s daughter or the like in your city?”

“No, I was-“ he cut you off.

“No, ‘my king’” he corrected you.

“No, my king” you began again, “I sang for the council”.

“A little song bird!” he exclaimed, “Delightful! Simply delightful. A lovely face, and incredible form, and talent! I know exactly where your place shall be then: you shall remain at my side, you shall be wherever I want you to be whether it is beside me at my throne, on my lap, or in my bed chambers. A lovely pet for myself”.

Your pulse quickened as you realized what he meant, a pet to be paraded around and toyed with as he saw fit.

“Alondis, please escort her to my chambers, and wrap her in the cloak again, I wish to unwrap my new pet myself and better acquaint myself with her form. Oh! And send for my tailor, leather worker, and jeweler. She will need to look the part.”

“Yes, my king” Alondis answered. He climbed the dais and wrapped the cloak around your shoulders without a word before leading you away.

You could barely breathe as you made your way back to the exit of the throne room. ‘His pet?’ echoed in your mind and you felt as if you were going to pass out. Hot tears welled up in your eyes as you left the room, away from the prying eyes of the court.

“You may as well get all that out now” said Alondis flatly, no trace of emotion in his words, “The king will have certain expectations of you and finding you crying in his chambers will not meet those expectations”.

“That’s what you’re concerned over?” you snapped at him, “I was just forced from my home across this continent, traveled for weeks under an armed escort, stripped down, then made to stand naked in front of his whole court while he appraised me like an animal! I think I’m allowed to shed some damn tears!”

“It was only a warning. The king does not think like you or I, you would do well to remember that he isn’t human after all”.

“Trust me, after seeing him up close I don’t think I’ll ever forget that”. In the stories of him that you had heard you had learned three things: he was handsome in a highly unsettling way, his emotions could be quite fickle or downright volatile, and he had a penchant for cruelty.

“Look, I know our situations are far from the same, but nearly every human you see here didn’t have a choice in being here. I don’t know what all of this will hold for you, but you’re here now and you can either play along and have a easy time or act up and face him”.

For the rest of the walk you carried on in silence, though endless corridors and stairs until you arrived and an ornately carved set of dark wooden doors.

“Wait inside for him to return. I shall be waiting outside here, please don’t do anything stupid” he urged you.

Alondis unlocked the massive doors and pushed them open, revealing the most luxurious room you had ever laid eyes on. Soft, thick pelt rugs lined the floor, a large and ornate fireplace took up the majority of one wall, all the furniture was a dark wood that was carved in a highly decorative fashion, and doors on the side of the room lead to a large bathroom centered around a tub built into the floor. The bed though is what drew your eyes most of all. It was a large four poster bed with heavy drapes neatly tied back to the posts. Many pillows sat neatly arranged in black and gold, the comforter and blankets looked plush and much cozier than anything you had ever laid on.

A knock on the door made you nearly jump out your skin, ‘Is he here already?’ you panicked, not at all ready to face whatever he had planed.

The door swung open to reveal a small, matronly woman in a black dress and a high bun of brown hair carrying a large platter. “The king felt you might be hungry after such a long journey, he asked for food to be sent up to you while you waited”. The woman did not waste a moment setting up the plate on the table in the room “Mirabette, by the way” she smiled “Head of the maids here and at your personal service, my lady”.

Mirabette’s cheerful demeanor was a welcome departure from everything that had happened so far. Her smile seemed genuine, not a trace of fear on her face. “He also requested some wine for you, said you were downright shaking when he met you! Poor thing, I know this is a lot to take in, but please have a bite to eat and a drink, might help you calm your nerves”.

“Thank you” you choked out.

“I’ll leave you to it dearie, and if you need anything just let Alondis know, he’ll make sure to fetch me”. Mirabette saw herself out of the room as swiftly as she entered and you heard the soft click of the door locking as the door closed.

You were alone again, cold and wrapped in nothing but the cloak, wondering how Mirabette and Alondis seemed so at ease here.

The food on the table left for you was much more exquisite than what you were used to. Several varieties of breads, butter, jam, and honey, fruits you had never seen before, a selection of various cut meats and cheeses, and a beautifully crafted silver goblet of dark red wine.

You knew you should be hungry, but the pit of dread that was resting in your stomach was preventing you from feeling anything else. Quickly you reached for the goblet and gave the wine a quick sniff, it was strong and rich smelling, something that normally would have been reserved for the upper echelons, if not royalty. Tentatively you gave it a sip, it was every bit as strong as it smelled and it burned your throat on its way down, but at least if you drank enough of it maybe you could get through whatever would happen next. You squeezed your eyes closed and downed the rest of the wine as quickly as you could, likely a bad idea on an empty stomach, and waited for the inevitable.

Another knock came at the door as you sat waiting, this time a small gaggle people strolled through and nearly wordlessly began to take various measurements on you and chatter amongst themselves.

“No no no” said one man, “definitely leather, not metal!”

“No! Silver! Or perhaps gold! Just keep them thin and make sure they’re lined” hissed another.

“Are her ears pieced?” Asked a woman, “it’ll save time if they are”.

“What are you-?” You began.

“Just getting some measurements” the first man interrupted. “Many things need to be made very quickly to get you all set, can’t waste a moment”.

In the same whirlwind of energy that they entered in, the group left, leaving alone once more.

A pleasant warmth radiated through your body as the wine began to take effect and you sat down in one of the softly padded chairs at the table. Your limbs and eyes felt a bit heavy and there was a buzz in your head. You allowed your eyes to close as there was nothing left to do but wait.

There came the soft click of the door unlocking that you were only vaguely aware of at the edges of your consciousness.

“I’m sorry to have kept you waiting, my pet, I do hope you’ve made yourself comfortable” the king’s voice quickly cut through the fog in your head.

Your eyes snapped open to see him looming over you, the same unsettling smirk as in the throne room played on his lips.

“Now this won’t do, have you not eaten anything?” he surveyed the platter, “Only had the wine? That’s not good flat all for a little thing like you, surely it went straight to your head” he placed a finger under your chin and tilted your head up to face him, studying your face closely.

“Look at you, all flush from the wine, barely can keep your eyes open, just limp and helpless, how cute. However, that won’t do right now. I wanted you a little more relaxed, not entirely boneless”.

He sat in the chair next to you and with a startling ease pulled you onto his lap. His size dwarfed you, one armed wrapped around your middle and the other resting on your hip. “I do suppose as my pet it does make your well being my responsibility. You will eat, and drink some water. Alondis!” he shouted, “Fetch some water! And you” he returned his full attention back to you, “you will eat. I do not need you sick”.

Lazily you let you head slump against his chest, he was so warm, it actually felt nice after just waiting cold only wrapped in the cloak.

“Fine, as you’ve managed to get yourself so inebriated from a single glass of wine somehow then I’ll just have to make sure you eat”.

You felt him move around you, shifting and clinking coming from the table before you felt something press against your lips.

“Open” he commanded.

In your wine haze you no longer had the care to resist and parted your lips, he pressed a bit of bread and cheese into your mouth and you look a bite, barely having the energy to chew.

“Swallow” he now commanded.

He repeated this process, slowly feeding you, only interrupted by Alondis returning with water for you and making sure you drank some until he was content that you had eaten enough to hopefully not be sick later.

“You need to rest now” he said, and once more you felt him shift around you, lifting you into his arms with ease. “You will sleep in my bed, and you may stay wrapped in the cloak for now if you wish as it seems to give you some measure of comfort”.

You were only barely aware of anything, but he laid you down gently on the bed and ensured you were tucked in under the blankets.

“And here is no needs for these for now” you heard him say as you felt yourself already drifting off.

There was a soft click and you felt the shackles leave your wrists.

“Sleep now, I will return in a few hours time. There’s is much to go over and I need you in a clear state of mind to actually remember new information”.

[birdmitosis]

I think my favorite thing about that fic is the chirping? How it like- does something to the receiver?

They seem like they are unable to explain why, but the simple act of something like one of others uncontrollably chirping or cooing in glee at them causes them to just melt into a happy, gooey puddle.

Like, it reads to me as somewhere deep deep in their brain there’s a little bird that instinctually preens under the sound of happy bird noises (for Hunted that bird has probably taken up most of the real estate in his brain but bear with me here-).

These boys have bested drowning, being eaten, the horrible sensation of being sliced into tiny, tiny pieces- and a little noise is what makes them topple like a jenga tower.

!!!

I want to respond to this more intelligently but all my brain is wanting to say is ":D :D :D YES!"

okay okay okay

Yes, I really love this element of things. I think whether it is gentle touches, little instinctive happy noises, or little instinctive happy gestures... I think part of it is almost because they've gone through so much Bad Shit. Their entire existence for a large chunk of their initial lives was nothing but repeated horrible circumstances! And yet...

When they're together there can be gentle touches and vulnerability is no longer quite as scary, or someone might preen a bit at a compliment or there's a happy chirp and suddenly they're affecting someone they care about in a way that speaks to their hindbrain like yes! That is a happy sound!

I am so glad that you noticed and appreciate the idea of that making them fall to gleeful pieces <33

[whimsicallyenchantedrose]

Season 3 Rewatch Drabbles: 3x21 Snow Drifts (Part 1)

Summary:  A series of 100-500 word drabbles to accompany my    rewatch of season 3 of Once Upon a Time.  There will be a drabble–either a deleted scene, a “fix it” fic or a character musing for each episode of the season.  Focus will be on Emma, Henry, the Charmings and Killian–with an emphasis on Captain Swan’s epic love story.

Word Count: 334

Other Chapters: (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17) (18) (19) (20) (21) (22) (24) (25) (26) (27) (28)

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Notes: I knew there was no way I could stick to just one drabble an episode for the CS movie, so I didn't even try. There will be 2 drabbles for 3x21 and 4 for 3x22. They are all written, so the plan is to post one per day until they're all posted.

Note #2: Thank you to @hollyethecurious for this prompt!

The first time he did it, it was instinctual.  Emma knew that. Regina’s (or the Evil Queen’s or…whatever) guards came galloping down the dirt road, and Killian simply acted, grabbing her, pulling her behind a tree, covering her body with his. It had shocked her for a moment until she realized what he was doing and why.

(Not to mention the shock to her system it was to feel his warmth, his scent, him enveloping her, but that was something she was determined not to dwell upon.)

The second time, she was starting to get suspicious.  No more than five minutes after the incident with the queen, he’d pinned her against another tree, and this time he’d lingered for a few seconds longer.

(Surely there must be some cardiac ramifications to her heart beating so quickly.)

“My apologies, Swan,” he’d said with a smirk that looked anything but repentant.  “I thought I heard the guards again.”

By the third time it happened, she knew it was deliberate.

He'd grabbed her, tucked her in front of him and placed his hands beside her head.

(Had it Suddenly gotten  a lot hotter here in the Enchanted Forest?)

“What…” her voice sounded far too breathless.  She cleared her throat and started again. “What are you doing?”

“I heard something,” Killian insisted.

A moment later a tiny brown rabbit hopped placidly past, and Emma let out a peal of laughter.

“Seriously Hook? A bunny?” She asked, mirth still coloring her tone as he stepped back and she turned around to look at him.

He grinned and wiggled his eyebrows at her.  “One can't be too careful, Love. Rabbits can be bloody terrifying.”

Her peal of laughter brought a genuine smile to his face as they resumed their trek.

They were certainly in a bad situation, trapped in the past like this, but if she had to be here, she certainly could have had a worse companion.

Even if he did flirt shamelessly and manufacture reasons to embrace her.

NEXT CHAPTER->

[princessamericachavez]

In Lucy’s defense, it’s late, and she’s exhausted after her first three intensive weeks in UC school, and she’s had more than a couple margaritas. There is also the fact that Noah is one of the very very few classmates that hasn’t tried to hit on her, even if he did nickname her Hot Pants after the third class due to an incident that is never to be discussed again. 

It’s been a long while since Lucy’s had a friend like this. Not an almost-sibling, like Tamara, or a rookie like Aaron or Selina, or an older and cooler person to look up to like Angela or Nyla. Other than Nolan, who is twenty years her elder and currently too head over heels with his gorgeous fianceé to spend much time with her... it’s been years since Lucy has had a true and close friend. Not since Jackson. 

So when Noah leans in, across the tiny table at the shitty bar they’ve claimed as their own, and says “Everyone here is running from something, or someone. What’s your story, Hot Pants?” She gives in to the impulse (and the margaritas). 

“My TO. Well, my former TO.”

“Pain in the ass?”

“Yes,” she laughs. “But that’s not it.”

Noah arches his eyebrows and waits for her to continue. He’s a good listener like that. He reminds her of her lost friend so much...

“It’s just... Look, he’s a good person. He’s actually very sweet, deep down, once you get past all the tough guy act. We’ve actually gotten pretty close. That’s... that’s kinda the problem.”

Noah’s brow furrows and she knows what he’s thinking ever before he says: 

“He hitting on you.”

“No!” She jumps. “Well, maybe. Sort of. Not really. I don’t know, that’s the problem.”

Silence and a head tilt prompt her to continue, to say out loud the one thing she’s been terrified of admitting. 

“I might be in love with him.”

Which is a problem, because she has a boyfriend. Because he has a girlfriend. Because this could really mess everything up. 

“It’s... it’s not like I didn’t know. I mean, I kinda did. Deep down. But we went undercover a few weeks ago and things got...”

“Intimate?”

“Yes!”

Noah laughs. 

“That happens. You just gotta shake it off.”

Lucy shakes her head, frustrated. 

“It wasn’t just the physical thing. I mean, it was. We kissed once for practice and suddenly it was like... like all these things I’d been keeping inside of me wanted to burst out. And... and I think he felt it too. And then during the mission it was just... just so much. And he suddenly said it didn’t feel like pretend and all I could think about was ‘he knows’ and how I would lose him for good because there is no way he will cross that line. He’s too by-the-book for that. So I...”

“You ran.”

“He sort of encouraged me to come here. I guess he just thought putting some space and time between us would be better.”

The sadness she’s been carrying around weights heavy on her as she admits it out loud. She blinks back tears and curses the alcohol for this unforeseen vulnerability. She wants to be taken seriously here, not to play the broken-hearted girl in love with someone who will never love her back. 

“What’s his name?” Noah asks. 

“Bradford. Tim Bradford.”

I’m in love with Tim Bradford, she admits to herself. Fuck.

“Well, if he let you go, I assume he’s an idiot,” Noah nods, matter-of-factly. 

“He’s not. He really isn’t,” she jumps to Tim’s defense instinctually. 

She finally dares to look up, and finds Noah’s eyes, steady and honest and surprisingly kind for someone who can play-pretend to be the coldest and cruelest kind of man if the situation demands it. Right now, he’s just warm. She likes him. She likes having this kind of friend again. 

“Then, maybe... maybe he’ll get his act together and realize he’d be an idiot to let you go.”

Lucy laughs, and cleans a tear before it can roll down her cheek. 

“Yeah... in my dreams, maybe.”

“Dreams are all we’ve got, Hot Pants. Dreams, and margaritas.”

“Now you’re talking,” she smiles, thankful for the subject change. 

“I’ll get us another round,” Noah says. “And then, you can tell me the full story.”

“Oh, no... that really isn’t necessary.”

But Noah is already gone to get more drinks and as much as Lucy dreads bearing herself open with him, she knows that no harm will come from it. There’s a different kinda trust built between people who lie for a living, when they can only be sincere with each other. And there is absolutely no way that this will ever get to Tim, anyway. So, what’s the harm in sharing?

[madwomansapologist]

hello everything is fine ?,

I saw your requests are open could you make an imagine with morpheus x reader where s/o want a baby "I want a baby, Morpheu." you whisper: "Your baby if you want it".

wandering to Her (or: expending the family with morpheus)

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synopsis: You fear death. I mean, you love Death, but you fear dying. But after spendind a day with her, seeing her taking those who fallen and talking to those who were just born, you understood more about life than you could ever imagine. You understood why you love to dream, and then you realized something that you have never thought about before. You understood that you wanted immortality. The true one. [1K]

warnings: talking about death with Death. i've cried writing this so be aware.

ps: thanks for your request! i don't really know if he can have kids, didn't read the comics yet, so this is all speculation. it was supposed to be a headcanons, but i got emotional. i'm warning everyone: i'm one neil gaiman's post away from rewatching the whole show. hope you enjoy it!

It all start with Death. As usual.

With her, time didn't seem to work. It always went by too fast, while at the same time everything took too long to happen. She has this singular orbit. A gravity of her own.

Death is so different from what you expected. She's kind. She's patient. She's loving. She cares. Death isn't fighting to conquer more souls or anything you could've imagine she would want. She's not fighting, because they'll eventually be hers. It's easy to be aware of your own mortality when she's around.

And maybe that's why you invited yourself to spend a day with Death. You wanted to see how it was that last moment. What Death said, if she said anything at all. How people reacted. You were curious. What is death if not time acting on beings? It was a morbid curiosity, but a valid one.

"You already knew I talked to humans when they're born," Death caresses the baby's little fingers. So tiny, so soft, so singular. A being that don't know pain, wickedness, suffering. A being that need to be protected. "I've told you."

You approached the crib. Your hand pushed against the wood, swaying slightly. It was instinctual. You rocked him without even realizing it. You sniffled. "You remember what you said to me?"

At moments like this you remember how old she is. No matter how young she looks, no matter how good she is to talk to, Death is older than you will ever be able to comprehend. And she will be the last of her siblings to leave. Endless, until she's no more.

"After I breath live into you," Death whispered to not awake the babies on the maternity. If your time with Morpheys taugh you something it's that time isn't that different for the Endless. They feel it just like a human would. But you knew Death would remember. You really did. "I've told you to not fear me. I've told you to embrace me. I've told you, my dear friend, that life's destiny is death. And I warned that if you wanted to live, you would need to be willing to die. That every step you made takes you closer to me. That every book you read, every tear you cry, every friend you lost, every car you scratch, every password you forgot: you're making your way to me."

And so you realized why Dream and Death are so close. Dying is terrifying. Ceasing to exist one day without really understanding the reason for it. But to dream... The will to accomplish the things we dream of is greater than the fear of the end. It is Dream that makes us accept Death. And suddenly it's no longer about ceasing to exist one frightening day, but about existing until a fateful one.

Someone, in a past so far away that you can't even understand, decided that it was worth going on. Someone decided that a long hug was worth more than a downpour. Someone decided that talking to a lover was worth more than an earthquake. Someone decided that every disease, every evil, every pain, every tomb, every fear, every fate: everything was worth less when compared to what life has to offer.

Because someone made that choice, and then it's child, and it's child, and it's child, your grandma was born. And because she made the same decision, because she made the choice of dealing with the tumultuous in hope of something better, your mom war born. And because she made the same decision all the ancestors you remember and all the ancestors you can't even imagine did, you were born.

And isn't it what you're doing since the beginning? Choosing the hope of something better instead of the certainty of the end? Since you were eight you knew everyone dies. It took you more time to understand that it was really true. And then, since that moment, you knew what it was to be human: to be always sad because you're always aware of the end, but to choose to ignore this feeling so you can go on.

The baby sighed. He slept. He looked happy. He looked peaceful. He looked ready to be taken care of, loved and embraced. Ready to see his parents, his grandparents, his uncles. Ready to understand that he has a body, that he has a mind, and that the two are not so different from what it seems. Ready to walk, cry, love, lose, freak out, dance, sing, live. He looked ready. And so you understood that you were ready too.

"Go," Death took your hands into hers and kissed your knuckles. "Be brave."

You don't know how she knew, but you felt welcomed. You felt seen and understood. So you let Death finish her job, and went back to his realm.

To the realm of dreams and nightmares. The realm of joys and sorrows. Of fears and desires. The realm that once glowed and then decayed with the passing of its lord. For the realm that survived, proving once again that it would always survive.

You found him in the library. It must be a good day. A day without great tasks. You approached trying not to make any noise. Before you could startle him, Morpheus scared you.

"You little shit," you carressed your chest. "You want to kill me?"

Morpheus chuckled. When his velvet voice came to your ears, the fear had already dissipated. "Accept it," his tone was mischievous, but Morpheus' hold you so gently. He stroked your skin. "You lost the ability to surprise me."

You closed your eyes when he kissed your forehead, leaning towards him. Morpheus is so warm. His voice is so tender. His love is so palpable. "I want a baby, Morpheus."

"I take it back," Morpheus kissed your forehead again. He didn't pull his lips away. When Morpheus opened them again, it was as if he spoke with your mind. "As you wish."

And that, the choice to ignore certainty and dream with possibilities, is true immortality.

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[ant1quarian]

Bandit Fluff Alphabet (Or the rest of it)

@yakopll >:]

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

Quite simply? Everything. To him, loving someone is loving them in their entirety– all of them, accepting, acknowledging, and knowing them. He thinks all of you is beautiful. Your personality is amazing, you’re super pretty to him, and all of your little character quirks only add to your beauty.

C rush - What are they like with a crush?

A lot more… around. He’ll be hanging around you, not necessarily engaging with you in conversation, but definitely there. He likes to be there. He also ups the charm and can get quite nervous if you ask him what he thinks of you. Sometimes he can go overboard in his praise to the point where it almost becomes obvious he has a thing for you, but if you ask him directly if he has romantic feelings he’ll avoid the topic like the plague with orange sweat beginning to form on the side of his skull. Feelings? Hahaha. Well! Isn’t that a wonderful sunset over there–?

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He doesn’t really care, honestly. As long as he’s with you, he’s content. He thinks it’d be pretty cool to eventually find a cottage away from the towns he’s known in and settle down with you. He… doesn’t really want kids– doesn’t think he’d be a very good father, what with all the terrible decisions he’s made– but if it ends up happening he wouldn’t mind too much. He’d just have to do some serious work on himself.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He’s not so much as dominant as just your equal. He thinks your opinion matters just as much as his, even if he will actively ignore it if he’s going to do something reckless (at least, until he finds out about the cost of doing so). When it comes to family matters and finding areas to stay, his mind is open and he’s more than willing to be open to suggestions.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

“Fighting” doesn’t really happen. He’d never lay a hand on you. Ever. So as soon as you two start arguing he’ll toss you his hat as a silent promise he’s coming back and leave the house to go get a breath of fresh air. He’s not good at apologies, nor is he good with talking about emotional problems. Hell, why do you think his relationship with his brother, Sheriff, is the way it is? But he’ll make an effort. For you.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Very grateful. He notices every single tiny thing you do for him and appreciates the hell out of it. Anything like cleaning up something he untentionally messed up will earn you plenty of forehead kisses and murmurs of appreciation. He shows his gratitude usually by doing things for you in return.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He’s… mostly honest. The whole argument and family unsettling he had with his (dead) old man and his brother are secrets you’d have to pry from his very emotional, extremely exhausted and just done skull– otherwise he’d never talk about them.

I nstincts - Are their instincts any different with having an s/o? How do they manage it? How differently do they act?

Haha– Instincts? He doesn’t have those! Just because he’s put the mattress on the floor up against the corner where it would be the safest, has started a collection of soft fluffy things, and essentially turns your shared bed into a glorified pillow fort doesn’t mean he’s nesting! He has no idea what you mean! It’s just… nicer to sleep that way…? Yeah. He’s not fooling anyone. Especially not you. Definitely not when you come home injured and he immediately panics and goes into full instinctual “keep mate safe” mode as he bandages you up and tucks you up in his totally-not-a-nest. He also openly snarls at anyone that tries to touch you in a flirtatious way or any threat. You’re his, starsdamn it! And these bastards better keep their hands off before he fuckin’ shoots ‘em off.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He gets jealous, but not as bad as Sheriff does. Usually when he gets jealous it’s because he hasn’t had a lot of your attention in a while, and some prick has decided to go ahead and steal it. He knows you won’t cheat on him, but fuck if it doesn’t get his magic pulsing through his mana lines. Usually the way he deals with it is quite simple: picking you up and taking you back to his totally-not-a-nest and cuddling up to you, no matter how dirty he might be.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He wasn’t the best at kissing when you started dating him; he’d had no practice. He learned quickly though. The first kiss was definitely something soft and warm, likely when Bandit realised just how much he’d grown to care about you. It was on an impulse that he lent forward, cupping your cheek in his hand and pressing his teeth to your lips. He doesn’t exactly have the ability to “kiss you”- he doesn’t have lips, and the ridges that serve of them aren’t great for kissing, either, but you can feel the electrical buzz of his magic and you can also feel his intent.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Definitely did it accidentally. Like, there is no way he mustered up the courage to go ahead and confess to you. You were probably arguing with someone– a firey light to your gaze as you snapped back responses. After the asshole left, he would have been leaning his chin on his hand with a dopey grin on his face and almost adoration in his trying-to-shift-into-hearts eyelights. When you asked what was up with him– why he was looking at you like that after a racist came up to be a bitch to him– when he responded, “have i ever told ya how much i love ya?” Once those words processed in his skull he would have gone bright orange and slapped a hand over his face as he tried to stammer out excuses– “no i didn’t– i mean– fuck–” before you interrupted him by saying the exact same sentence back.

Believe me when I say he basically melted from that.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Marriage? Ain’t really a thing he needs to do to feel complete. If you want to he’ll get you a fancy ring and all that, but ain’t no officiator ‘round your current neck of the woods that would actually go through with doin’ the whole “holy matromony” thing. He loves you and he’ll do anything for you; he doesn’t think he needs some fancy vows in order to get that across. But if you want it, he’s sure he can find a way to go through with it for you.

… Just don’t expect him to wear anything fancy. You met him in his rugged clothing, covered in sand and dust– it’s the same way you’ll be marrying him.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He has many nicknames for you. “treasure,” “sweetheart,” “dove,” “darlin’” are just a couple he uses commonly. His favourites are “darlin’” and “treasure” though.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

It’s really fuckin’ obvious. Even to those that are idiots. He’s a romantic dumbass and chilvary isn’t dead, it just looks it. He opens doors for you and almost constantly has a goofy grin on his skull when he’s around you. It’s easy for those who take a moment to look how his grin becomes faker when you’re not around. He shows his love to you by doing things for you and praising you. Also just generally caring for you.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Very, very blunt about his relationship and will actively show you off. This can be through “d’aw, look at my lovely s/o.” sorta things, or he’ll just be holding your hand whenever you’re near him. He’ll actively tell anyone who flirts with him to fuck off because he’s got a mate, and he “don’t got many morals–” so he “ain’t above shootin’ ya if you’re determined ta fuck around ‘n find out.” He loves to give you little smooches here and there, that doesn’t change in public, either.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

Probably his ability to pick up on your moods and current physical state. He’s really good at that, for someone whose so crap with his own emotions. This doesn’t mean you shouldn’t communicate with him, because sometimes he’ll see you’re distressed but not know the cause of it so he doesn’t know how to help.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

Very romantic! And as for what he’d do for you? Anything feasibly possible, within certain perimetres (Sheriff told him to do some pretty wack stuff when he once told him that there wasn’t anything that he wouldn’t do for Sheriff. Ironic now, really.). He’s pretty creative with what he does– but he mostly just does silly things to make you laugh and blush. 

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Abso-fucking-lutely! He’s definitely helping you achieve your goals and is your number 1 supporter! … unless you’re trying to get him to reconnect with his brother, then he’s avoiding that topic like the plague and is Not The Happiest about this decision. He’ll probably still go along with it, though.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He doesn’t care either way. New things are fun– but regular things are, too! To him, it really just depends on what you want.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He’s very understanding, and he knows your mannerisms and character quirks probably just as well as you do– if not, more. He’s very empathetic, sometimes to the point where he will actively tell you to take days off in order to indulge in some self care.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Very important, quite simply. Just as important as his beloved horse, Lucky. He’s a bastard, but a sentimental bastard. That horse was born at the exact same time as Leaf, Sheriff’s horse, and fathered by the same stallion. You’re super duper important to him.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He loves head scritches. Absolutely adores them. Melts into a content, happy, purring puddle if he receives them.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

As definitely talked about earlier, absolutely! He loves physical contact. It makes him happy. He’s naturally very affectionate, in his own way, and you’ll often find himself partially or fully draping himself over you.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Haha. He doesn’t.

He sits in the nest, surrounded by your mixed scents, and just stays there. Depending on how long you’ve been away, he might even start to cry, and then berate himself for being such a babybones because he’s overreacting and damnit you’ll come back! He won’t let you know he does this, but if he hasn’t cleaned up his face in time then you’ll see obvious, glistening orange tear tracks on his cheeks.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

Undoubtedly. There isn’t really a limit– aside from maybe mass genocide (like the murdering of a massive portion of people)– for what he’d do for you. He cares about you a lot– probably the first person he’s cared this deeply about since he and his brother had their fall-out– so you mean a fuck ton to him.

HERE YOU GO, RIZZ!!

[imagionationstation]

GONNA GET RANTY

You like my rants, do you?! You like my headcanons?! Hmmm?!

THEN LET’S GO BECAUSE I SUDDENLY REMEMBERED THAT I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS!

Two words. Fungus. Humongous.

*screams into pillow* *wrenches self back up*

OKAY. Let’s get ‘er done.

It’s not the episode itself that I don’t like. It’s just one premise of it that I refuse to accept. And as it’s already been established that Donnie is the fav, I THINK IT SHOULD BE CLEAR WHERE I AM GOING WITH THIS

Or maybe not. Because this became canon, so a couple writers must have been blind to it. So let’s get a move on, shall we?

So. Their fears.

April��s makes perfect sense. Her dad’s been turned into a mutant that she can never be certain isn’t going to decide that she’s his meal instead of his daughter. She knows that he’s her dad, but he’s also become something else. That has to be scarring and terrifying, especially since he kidnaps her whenever they meet. This girl has some serious trauma, and her fear is of her dad turning against her- him hurting her. Especially after he’s spent his entire life obsessively protecting and caring for her.

We’re introduced to Leo’s fear early on, which is him failing his brothers. He mentions that he has nightmares about things happening to them, and him not being able to do anything about it. Not only does he have big brother and instinctual mama bear vibes, but now he has leader responsibilities on top of it. He’s terrified that he’s going to be the reason they get hurt.

And I know what you few Leo-shouldn’t-be-leader fans are thinking, and NO! I do not support fanfics where the brothers are like “Sensei gave this to you when it was to much for you to handle, so you shouldn’t be leader anymore”. LEADER IS EVERYTHING HE WANTS IN LIFE! LEADER IS APART OF WHO! HE! IS!

His father didn’t up and decide that for him! Master Splinter was just trying to help lead him to being the best leader he could be!

Of course it’s stressful! He’s out there saving the planet and keeping his family safe! Besides, what worthwhile thing in life isn’t?

We’ve already established that Casey has a thing about rats, and who knows if it originated or was influenced by the story about this ‘Demon Rat?’ Super curious about that lore, btw.

In conclusion, perfect sense. Irrational/chronic fears are not fun.

Also, Casey, bro, look me in the eyes and tell me that you haven’t subconsciously shaped the Demon Rat to look like Master Splinter this whole time, because I believe nothing! 🤣 (Not a jab at Splinter, I just like how brains make connections without our consent. Like how dreams work, yk?)

Mhmm, mhmm, I completely believe that somewhere in Raph’s mind, he’s secretly terrified that the Spy-Roach- *looks at mental notes* -otherwise knows as Chong (*WHEEZE*🤣)- will come back. His irrational fear transformed into a weaponized creature that’s only life’s mission is to hunt him down and end him, and in turn, will happily end his brothers along the way. Two terrifying prospects in one. This fear checks out.

Again, past mutant trauma that I wholehearted believe haunts Mikey because of their first battle! He never had the irrational fear, but he does have the spooky tunnel attacks and almost drowning at their hands in the back of his mind. They start out tiny and cute and suddenly they’re purple and trying to kill you! No way to tell until it’s too late! Seriously, it’s played off as a joke (a funny one, mind you), but I wouldn’t trust squirrels either!!

And now.

What you’ve all been waiting for.

“Don’t touch me! Get away from me! You make me sick! Mutant! Weirdo!”

“April! What’s wrong with you??”

“You nerdy- three-fingered- FREAK! I hate you! You mutated my father! I never want to see you again!”

YEEEEEE- CAN I JUST SAY HOW MUCH I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS! The way the scene is acted out is a little cringe, but you look past that and EVERYTHING THEY ARE NOT SAYING BUT ARE ABSOLUTELY SAYING?!

“Don’t touch me!”

HELLO?! THE MUTATION SITUATION ANYONE?!

“Don’t! Don’t touch me! You keep away from me! I never want to see your faces ever again!”

“What am I to April, anyway? I’m worse than a nerd. I’m a freak! We’re all total and complete frea-!”

People, this is all being made up by his subconscious. I don’t think I’m reading into this when I say that he is absolutely dealing with intense insecurities and this cringe scene is so much more than him fearing his crush disliking him. April is the first female human he’s ever met; the first human kid his age that he’s ever come in contact with! I’m not surprised that he attached himself to her, or that he’s placing every inch of self-respect on whether or not she can see past him being a ‘freak’.

I think if they had left this here; I would have been in love with this ep. This would probably be up in the favorites, and I’d watch this as obsessively as I watch “The Broken Foot” and “The Creeping Doom”.

Unfortunately…

THIS IS THE ESCALATION SCENE?! THIS?!

YOU KNOW WHAT THIS DOES?! THIS TRIES TO UNDERMINE EVERYTHING THE FEAR PORTRAYS! THIS TURNS IT FROM A DEEP AND BURIED TRUTH, TO THE OBSESSIVE CRUSH! I CAN STAND THE CRUSH ASPECT AT TIMES, BUT THIS IS PUSHING!

BUT I REFUSE! I. REFUSE.

NO WAY! NU-UH! NO WAY! NOPE! NADA!

There is obviously some serious Mutant Dysphoria going down, and I’m willing to bet it’s been there for as long as this kid has known the truth about the human world. This should have escalated into his brothers hating him or being mobbed by humans or just her yelling at him some more- literally anything would have been better than this!

Oooooh, maaan, I am so high strung right now. Should probably walk away before I snap. As you can see, I’m so normally attached to this show and this boy. Nothing concerning or unreasonable about it!

If you disagree with or dislike anything I said, leave a factual comment explaining why I’m wrong! I totally could be! Or you could not know something that unintentionally makes you wrong. Either way, turtle education is shared! Tis the best kind~ 💚💜💙🧡❤️💚

[good-beanswrites]

Hello! Are you still doing requests for the drabble game? (If not it's still okay!!)

I've been browsing the milgram tags and I keep seeing your drabbles here and there and I've been so in love with each and single one of them. You characterize them in a way that feels so canon I wish it was actually real. Your stories are such a delight to read!

I'd like to request Lies + Kazui and Yuno, or Kazui with anyone really. He's been a liar through and through and I'd like him to talk with someone about it, and Yuno's the only other prisoner who can truly understand him. Especially with Kazui's trial going on and him leaning guilty, he would be more antsy than usual. (But if there's another scenario you'd like that's totally fine as well ^^) Thanks!

Aww thank you so much, I'm so glad you enjoyed! :D And thank you for the request, these two are so interesting !! I imagine that Kazui can tell from the voices he hears that he's leaning guilty, or at least very close in the middle. Here's him and Yuno, following an instinctual lie that she just can't leave alone...

“I’m doing fine,” Kazui said, perfectly accustomed to lying about himself. He was used to putting on a smile when his insides were yanked into knots. He was used to ignoring signs under the surface for the sake of others. There was one thing he wasn’t prepared for, though, and that was Yuno Kashiki.

“Mmm, no you’re not.” She said matter-of-factly. She braided her hair in a complex pattern, hardly even looking at Kazui. Instead, her eyes stayed fixed on the tiny handheld mirror she’d propped up on the table in front of her.

It wasn’t the first time she’d caught him in one of his lies. She’d been merciful in the past, allowing the group to laugh it off and move on. Now, in private, she seemed much less forgiving. She wasn’t the only one in an unforgiving mood (which, conveniently, brought him back to the root of the problem.)

“What are you doing with your hair?” He peered over from behind. “It looks nice -- what’s the occasion?”

Her voice lilted as she said, “oh, well I’m so glad you asked! I’m celebrating the day that prisoner number seven tried and failed to hide his true feelings from me after I asked him oh-so politely how he was doing!” 

He returned her smile with a pained one. “I’m not hiding anything. I’m doing as well as any other prisoner. Better than most, for that matter.”

She returned to her task. “That’s a pretty low bar.”

“Heh, I guess.”

“So? What’s eating at you?”

“Just annoying young women who can’t leave an old man alone…” 

He thought they could leave it at that. Yuno disagreed. 

“Come on, it’s just us. Be honest.”

After a pause, he furrowed his brow. “Why?” 

Yuno wasn’t the nosy type. She could have probably gone through all three trials without knowing a single thing about the others’ sins. She’d been even more solitary this trial, forgoing the usual gossip and conversation. For some reason, she seemed unmovable on this request.

She caught his gaze through the mirror. He could only see one of her eyes, but from her angle she probably saw most of his face. “Because it hurts, to lie.”

It did. It had hurt for years. Even when his act became second nature, when the words flowed easily and his body moved without pause, the truth was still somewhere deep inside trying to eat him alive. Here in Milgram, he continued to feel its ache. Now, on top of the same old lies, he was trying to play the part of the calm and collected adult. Yuno was right about the bar being low -- the prisoners were in a sorry state. He had to be strong for them. She herself wasn’t doing well; despite the airs she put up, she was struggling just as much. (She wasn’t the only one who could pick up on someone else’s well-worn mask.)

So he couldn’t be honest and falter in front of her, either. Aware that his silence would be equally telling, he asked, “are you speaking from experience?”

“I’m not letting you change the subject,” Yuno pursed her lips, “but I’ll never miss an opportunity to talk about myself.”

She shifted in her chair, now turning away from the mirror to look at Kazui. He was taken aback with how smoothly the confessions spilled from her. “Yes, I know firsthand what it’s like. I know how much it hurts to lie to someone who loves you. I know what it’s like to wait until the last moment to say something, realizing it’s too late, and you’re screwed. I’ve had to cover up my pain in front of others, pretend like it’s all fun and games when it’s clearly not. And most of all, I know what it’s like to be caught in the middle of the warden’s judgment.”

“I don’t know what you mean.” He did. 

Being named guilty is the worst fate for a lot of reasons. The thought of being forgiven, though, felt worse. There was no winning. Just another thing to claw at him from the inside out.

“It hurts, Kazui. I know you feel it. I realized how much all that secrecy tore me apart inside, so I came completely clean to the warden during my interrogation. I thought maybe it could help you, too.”

His expression softened. As much as Yuno wanted to be independent of this whole situation, there was always a part of her that wanted to treat others right. Seeing her intentions were pure, he felt himself relax under her gaze. 

“Telling them the truth… and being forgiven afterwards… will it help this ache, then?” He placed a hand on his chest. It was easier to direct his questions at her, but it was clear he was curious about his own fate. “Do you feel at peace now? Can you forgive yourself?” 

She turned back around. Her eye watched him from the mirror once more. 

“Yes,” she told him, and Kazui knew he wasn’t the only liar here.

[lusty-kopfkino]

Spider-Man Prompt 4 - The Spider in Spider-Man

Spider-Man acts way more like a spider than people think.

*I just love the idea of Spider-Man acting more spidery.

I can see him with all or some: fangs, venom, likes dark places, likes being on walls, real webs, spins webs, kills tiny animals, etc.

I've seen people make Peter friends with spiders, and that's cute and all, but I feel like it doesn't fit with spiders; they are loners. (20 out of 50,000 live in colonies) Peter was bitten by the Araneus Oscorpeus, which is a fictional species. I read somewhere that it is a genus of the orb-weaving spiders. They have venom and make "spiral wheel-shaped webs," so that can be what type of webs he is most likely to make, and these spiders are "beneficial to the ecosystem and help control insect populations." I feel like that fits so well into his character; maybe he not only wants to save people because of Ben but also because of his spider instincts.

*PS I got lots of that info from Google, so if it's wrong blame Google (even if it is wrong, this is fiction anything goes)

I see some people make Peter the same level as other spiders(to develop a connection or something?) They probably don't do it intentionally. It always felt wrong to me; I don't like it(but if I want to read a cute story of Peter being friends with spiders it's okay with me; I'll read it).

Spiders are predators, but they are so small that it isn't that important/scary to us; if you made them human-sized, that would be scary. I imagine it to be a lot like cats and pretty much any of the other feline species. I would pet a cat and want to pet a lion, but no way in hell am I going to even get close to a lion.

So I would like to imagine that any living thing that is smaller than Peter gets an instinctual sense of danger when he is really hungry or fighting someone like Spider-Man. Even humans because spiders have eaten other spiders, so maybe anything smaller or equal in size to him.

Ok so anyway, I saw somewhere that if a forest suddenly goes quiet it means a predator is around, so if Peter goes in one the same thing happens. I would like to think that he is banned from going on any stealth missions that have lots of wildlife; not because he is bad at stealth, quite the opposite in fact, but because it would be too obvious when suddenly all the bugs and birds stop making noise.

He would also have really good scary killing intent(based on scariness) so he is really scary when he is mad. If one day he is in a bad mode, which is rare for him, let's just say the bad guys will be in for a bad time(not because of the beating they will get but because of how scared they will be)

I encourage you to look at more things that spiders have/do so you can add it to Spider-Man's character.