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mamasbakeria · 1 year ago

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hey, what's your major again?

summary: my credible expert opinion on what the aot characters would study in university. what are my qualifications? the dozens of hours i’ve spent staring at my school’s program bulletin trying to figure out what i’m majoring in

genre | includes: headcanons, sfw, minor language, uninformed percy jackson reference (pls don't hate me if im wrong)

characters: eren jaeger, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, sasha braus, jean kirschtein, connie springer, historia reiss, ymir, reiner braun, annie leonhardt

author’s note: had this in my drafts for months now. i just need to post it so it stops haunting me. might do the rest of the marleyans and vets in the future! lmk your thoughts, my only tumblr notifications are from p*rn bots, so i'd love to hear from real people lol. enjoy <3

eren: sociology and public policy, 4+1 program for a social work masters

there’s only so many times you can hear “you’re gonna be a doctor just like your dad” before you start to believe it. that’s why eren started out with biology on the premed track. the thing is, he really didn’t care for it. eren is really passionate about lessening equity gaps and is a firm believer in “if you want something done right, do it yourself”. this is why i see him making the switch to a double major in public policy and sociology. he wants to know about how society got to the point of perpetuating disparities so that he can fix them. but he also knows that the government fucking sucks and thinks its naive to expect policy change to be the only method of change. and like the maniac he is, eren is enrolled in a 4+1 program so he can get his master’s in social work when he’s done with his undergrad. he’s determined to graduate with both degrees in just 4 years though. rip his summers.

armin: international relations and military ethics, minor in communications or smth

everyone always says armin would study marine biology or oceanographic studies, but i honestly think that it’s a passion that he pursues on the side. he takes marine bio courses for his breadth requirements, but knows he’d end up hating the ocean if he spent the rest of his life studying it. he also strikes me as someone who would rather run buck naked into traffic than sit through multiple semesters of organic chemistry. armin was always a good public speaker, though, despite being a bit insecure. that’s why his speech and debate teacher during sophomore year of high school recommended model united nations to him. he was hooked after his first conference and now genuinely sees the path of international diplomacy as his calling. that’s why he’s majoring in international relations. his concentration in military ethics is something he tacks on in his junior year after taking some courses and publishing research with dr. erwin smith. he probably minors in communications because he can.

mikasa: forensic science

mikasa had no idea what she wanted to do when she started uni. she’s good at nearly everything. like never gotten a B in her life and is the student who the curve is based off of. but excelling in every environment you’re put in often means you don’t know what you’re best at. she knew deep down that she wanted to do something justice related like her childhood best friends did, but she’s no public speaker and has no interest in political reform. she was, however, emo in high school and heard a fair share of undertaker jokes at her expense. it wouldn’t hurt to look into right? as cool as the title sounds, morticians don’t make enough money for the job they have. fortunately enough, forensic pathologists do and mikasa looks good in a lab coat. she would never admit it to spare armin and eren’s feelings, but when they, as children, recreated the crime-solving shows mrs. jaeger always had on, mikasa always wanted to be the brains. so criminology and forensic science it is. (side note: she definitely joins the military and they pay for her education)

jean: structural engineering and industrial design with a minor in studio art

more than anything, jean wants to provide for his mom and knows he can’t guarantee a retirement of luxury for her as the freelance artist he wishes he could be. he’s decent at math when he tries and doesn’t hate physics, so he decided he’d give structural engineering a try for at least a semester or two. he wasn’t expecting to get much from it, to be honest. he had a plethora of backup plans waiting for his supposedly inevitable distaste for engineering, but he found that he didn’t hate it at all. someone once told jean that he had the makings of a great leader and he didn’t believe them until he started taking the lead on design projects and producing incredible results. his only qualm is that he just doesn’t get to be as creative as he wanted to be. that was easily rectified by an additional major in industrial design and a minor in studio art. he’s unbelievably busy, busier than he anticipated when he started his post-secondary journey, but he’s content and there’s nothing some extra coffee can’t solve.

sasha: environmental science and sustainability

sasha spent her childhood ankle-deep in mud and fighting her way through forest thickets without a compass. an upbringing like that doesn’t leave your spirit, no matter how far into the city you go for school. so sasha’s always been passively passionate about the environment. that passiveness became significantly more prominent when part of the woods she grew up in was cleared out to build an industrial complex. it was then that she started researching and writing petitions about preserving wildlife and making environmentally conscious decisions. her work actually got her the scholarship she’s on (because god knows it wasn’t her grades). and she genuinely loves what she does, so why wouldn’t she keep learning about it? the environmental science and sustainability program at the school is small, but tight-knit and known for churning out changemakers. sasha knows she’ll be one of them one day. just hide your plastic straws from her, okay?

connie: computer science and chinese

stick with me here okay? everyone expects connie to be a douchebag marketing major whose hardest assignments are graphing functions and making posters on photoshop, but he’s a lot more invested in his education than he looks. don’t get me wrong, connie has always struggled academically, but that’s because so much of early education is pre-determined. he performed way better when he could choose what courses he took. it’s kind of like percy jackson being dyslexic in english because he was wired to read in greek. connie can’t keep his eyes on a history textbook for shit, but will gladly sit in front of the c++ code on his pc for hours. he doesn’t even get mad when he realizes that he was missing a semicolon. connie loves how versatile of a future he could have with a compsci degree, because, let’s be real, he could never survive in a typical office environment. definitely takes a bunch of chinese classes and doesn’t realize that he has enough credits for it to be a minor until his second to last semester.

historia: political science with a minor in international relations and child development

historia is a lot like eren in the sense that she knows her time is best spent doing hands-on work in the fields she cares about. she realizes this sometime after reconnecting with her estranged father and volunteering at the orphanage she grew up in. but now that she’s publicly associated with a powerful political figure, historia doesn’t get to do what she wants, only what is expected of her. that’s how she ends up on the pre-law political science and public policy route. the nickname “ms. president” that connie and sasha give her only further reminds her that she’s heading down a path she never wanted for herself. after lots of encouragement from ymir, historia decided to take child development courses on the side. even if she doesn’t take on the full minor, she’s taking some classes she cares about. maybe she’ll find use for it someday. at the very least, it’s her first step in becoming the most selfish girl in the world.

ymir: data science and business management

ymir is smart. much smarter than she presents herself to be, almost as a form of protection. nobody expects much of someone who is aloof, so it makes it easy to slip through the cracks to remain safe and comfortable in the shadows. business management is notoriously low commitment and easy to skate by with. guaranteed internships, post-graduate employment, and so on. To anyone who doesn’t know ymir well, it’s perfect. but they have her mistaken, ymir will do as little as possible to go as far as possible. sure, she can live comfortably with a business degree, but it could be better with a little bit of data science in her arsenal. she’s intelligent enough to pick up on it, and determined enough to make it her bitch. yeah, academia is a money-sucking pipeline into the capitalist hellscape, she doesn’t believe in it yada yada, but at the end of the day, ymir’s gonna get the bag. so what if she’s gotta sleep through some stats classes to get it?

reiner: behavioral economics

reiner’s mother had convinced him his whole life that getting a high paying job would fix their lives and bring his father back. believing “perfect grades lead to a perfect life” made high school tough for reiner; gifted kid burnout is no joke. it really messed him up. he wasn’t sure if he could withstand the pressures of university, but here he is. reiner was never allowed a therapist, so he figured pursuing psychology would, at the very least, give him some answers and be a good pathway to a medical degree. he loved getting to understand how people work and why they act the way they do, but something was missing. he found out what it was when a guest lecturer spoke in his economics class. he knew making the switch would be risky, it’s a new field and his current career options are really only research, academia, or government, but the interdisciplinary study of behavioral economics is calling reiner’s name.

annie: biomedical engineering and kinesiology

annie’s entire life revolved around her father, including the injury he was never able to heal from. the one she gave him. he’s claimed to be over it, she’s forgiven, but annie will never feel like she’s earned that forgiveness until she gets rid of the problem entirely. how is she going to do that exactly? with biomedical engineering. she has years of hell in front of her, especially with her concentration on biomechanics, but she doesn’t care. annie will throw herself into her work to get the results she wants. she takes the highest amount of credits possible every semester so she can graduate early. you’ll most likely find her chained to a study cubicle at the library at all hours of the day and running on 2 hours of sleep, but it doesn’t faze her. she tacks on a minor in kinesiology because it makes sense and she had most of the credits for it anyway. and as if it couldn’t get worse, she probably TAs for a thermodynamics course or something crazy like that.

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arcaneauthor · 2 years ago

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Tattoos Tell A Story

Part 2 now up (here), Part 3 (here)

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!reader

Summary: Coloring in Ghost’s tattoos has become somewhat of a habit. It’s this habit that’s leads you to discovering a tattoo he had gotten done without your knowledge.

Warnings: Fluff, like so much fluff

A/n: This is my first time posting on tumblr and I have no idea what I’m doing. Requests now open! Pls give me some ideas😭

You found it one day during one of your little “coloring sessions”,A little habit you’ve picked up ever since that one rainy day in July. Ghost had just come back from a mission and you both wanted to soak in as much of the other as possible, just bask in one another’s presence. Three months with nothing more then a letter exchange here and there, you were gonna enjoy as much time with your boyfriend as possible.

You remember lightly stroking his arm as you curiously asked him why all of his tattoos were so dull.

~*~

“Pardon?” He questions if he heard you right.

“Your tattoos, all of them are just black. There’s no color.” Your eyes still haven’t left where you are softly tracing one of his tattoos, a depiction of an assault rifle rapped in thorns.

He raises his other tattooed arm for inspection, as if he had forgotten what it looked like.

“I don’t need em’ all flashy. Besides,” he shrugs,”Think they look better this way.”

You make a noise of disagreement, shaking your head, until a thought seems to strike you, raising your head from where it was previously laying on his shoulder, eyes looking up at him with a mischievous glint.

“Wanna bet?” Is all he gets before you bolt out of his grip, standing up to dig through the bedside drawer, grabbing a case of markers out before diving back into bed, a little too excitedly seeing as how the whole thing rocked.

You hold the case up to him as a kid would show a crayon drawing to their parents.

He stares at the markers before flicking his eyes to you.

“What are ya doin’?

You completely ignore him as you smile, a little manically, and turn to grab his arm and get to work.

He may have complained, but he never stopped you.

And he would never admit it out loud, but it did look kinda cool

It also put him to sleep

~*~

And now your little “coloring sessions” have become a bit of a recurring thing.

Sick and stuck in bed? He gives you his arm.

That time of the month and you’re curled under the covers with cramps? He’s already grabbing the markers for you.

Just having a bit of a lazy cuddle session? You’re instinctually grabbing his arm.

Today, it’s the third option. He had once again just got home from a mission and, though not as long as some of his other send offs, it still seemed way too long to you. You were sitting against one another, your back to his chest, one arm hugging you to him, the other clutched in your grasp as you fill in his uncolored tattoos with your pack of markers. His masked face was pressed against the side of your head as he watched your hands delicately glide the marker across his skin, sometimes throwing in a cheeky comment or two about how a certain color didn’t go somewhere, which earned him a slap to the thigh.

You finished filling in the rose near his elbow, moving further down towards his hand, but something catches your eye.

You’d done this countless times now, you probably know his tattoos better than he does at this point. You know that the ink goes a little off line on his skull tattoo, you know that there’s a little stray mark beside the oak tree on his bicep. You know every detail and mistake.

That’s how you know this wasn’t here before.

It’s a small little heart on the inside of his wrist, not filled in because of course it isn’t.

You bring it up closer to your face for inspection, and that’s when you notice it

The writing inside.

Y/n

It…was your name?

You whip around to look back at him with questioning eyes.

The mask completely covered the lower part of his face,though his eyes gave away the soft smirk lurking beneath.

��The boys wanted to celebrate the win. Tattoos were Mactavish’s idea.” Bastards trying to be all nonchalant about it.

“But-but, why this?” You shove his own arm into his face, like he didn’t already know what was on it.

He shrugs,”Racked my brain for an idea, but, seems you’re the only thing on my mind these days. Couldn’t get ya out of my head-“

He huffs as you plow into him with a hug, immediately engulfing you in his muscled arms.

Simon never was one for excessive pda or poetic words, rather he showed love through his actions. Attempting to cook for you, making you bubble baths, bringing you heating pads and medicine for your cramps. And this was just another one added to the list, maybe the best of them all in your opinion, cause a tattoo-a tattoo’s pretty dang permanent. In his mind, you know, this is his promise of forever to you. His version of a promise ring.

There’s no tears shed, you never were much of a crier, but the emotions were definitely felt. The warmth, the happiness, the love, all of it was basically drowning you at this point.

“You know tattoo removals hurt right?” You lean away enough to look him in the eye,”Like-like what happens if this doesn’t work out, if you decide you’re tired of me,I don’t know, piggy backing you all the time or something and you have to go get this covered?” You motion to his arm.

It’s said as a joke, but he can still somehow detect the hint of serious worry in your voice.

He lightly grabs you under the chin,”Sweetheart, if I let a catch like you go then I deserve the pain.”

Alright you know you said you weren’t a crier, but that might have brought some moisture to your eye.

He doesn’t even try and stop you as your reach to roll the mask up to his nose, a testament of how much he trusts you. Overwhelmed with emotions, you tenderly cup his face to pull him into a kiss.

It’s slow and gentle, just a smooth glide of your lips against his. His hands gently rubbing up and down your sides. You lovingly gliding your thumb across his light stubble, breathing in his musky cologne. Although intense, the kiss contains absolutely no heat, no sexual insinuation. Instead, you feel only one thing.

Love

“I love you.” You relay breathlessly as you pull away, gently knocking your forehead against his.

You share a few breathes before he replies

“I….care, about you too,” you slap his arm with an unimpressed look,”Kidding! Of course I bloody love you, got your name tattooed on my arm for gosh sa-

You cut him off with another kiss.

~*~

Bonus:

You were once again laid on the bed, squished up against his side with a thick arm wrapped around your shoulder. Your eyes caught sight of your name engraved in his skin.

You smirk at the sight,”You know,” you break silence, catching his attention away from the tv,”It would have looked better if you had gotten the heart filled in with red.”

He’s a little confused for a second before catching your line of sight. He rolls his eyes, jostling you slightly as he sat up to reach beside the bed. Now you’re the one confused.

“Well, if that was the case,” he rolls back over to present you with a red marker,”You wouldn’t get to do it yourself, now would ya’?”

You grab the marker, sparing glances between it and the proud look on Simon’s face.

Your man, This man really got a tattoo with the intent for you to do your silly little coloring on it.

Yep, definitely love him.

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househrt · 2 months ago

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househrt's Physically Hurt fic rec list

Fic recs where Wilson and/or House is physically hurt (obligatory: mind the content warnings/tags). I've tried to tag authors' tumblrs where they exist, but pls tell me if I've missed any!

hurt!House and hurt!Wilson

Hurricanes and Hushed Feelings by For Once Not Anime (Nikki_Sapphire) Creator's summary: A hurricane makes its way towards Princeton Plainsbourgh leaving House and Wilson trapped together during a shelter-in-place. For now, all they can do is wait for the next move. House’s breath caught in his throat. He swallowed heavily, staring down at the bright orange flame. He resisted the urge to stick his fingers into the hot wax. He didn’t know how to answer. For once, he felt any lie would knot and obstruct his throat. For once, Wilson was pushing. Rec notes: 5.5k. Gen/Hilson. Past sexual abuse, hurt!House and hurt!Wilson

Gaseous Nebula by TheFandomLesbian Creator's summary: After a hard day at work, House and Wilson intend to spend their evening watching the Princeton Philharmonic Orchestra. Instead, the building collapses, leaving one of them trapped in peril and the other desperate for answers. The chaos drives them to revelations about themselves and each other, but it may be too late. Rec notes: 77k. Hilson getting together. Hurt!Wilson being trapped under a building, hurt!House trying to rescue him, and both of them slowly recovering (getting a little better, getting worse, then getting better again). Like canon, House is the worst patient in the world (and so, so protective)

Your Own Worst Enemy by SupposedToBeWriting Creator's summary: A brain-eating amoeba has swept the halls of Princeton-Plainesboro, moving impossibly fast and striking seemingly at random. As House investigates, he realizes that this disease does not have a natural cause. There are two geniuses living in Princeton: one a cranky misanthrope with dubious morals in love with his best friend, and the other a mad genius who has developed an obsession with Gregory House. Wilson and House leap into action to find a cure, but the mysterious James always seems one step ahead... and he will stop at nothing to catch House's eye. Rec notes: 78k. Hilson getting together. House is drugged, Wilson gets hurt, and House goes absolutely off the rails about it

IN A DREAM YOU SAW A WAY TO SURVIVE AND YOU WERE FULL OF JOY by TheFandomLesbian Creator's summary: Their roles were reversed, holding Wilson like his life depended on it (it did), like he was something incredibly precious (he was). Wilson’s eyes were misty. “I don’t want to die.” House's lower jaw shivered. “I know.” Wilson weighed out the moment, conflict warring in his eyes. “You’ll be here, won’t you?” His voice cracked. “I—I need to know you’ll stay. I won’t be able to do it alone. I need you.” “I’ll stay.” Always, always, always. In which Wilson pursues treatment for his cancer, no matter the cost. Rec notes: 100k (incomplete). Hilson getting together. Whumpy for both Wilson and House. Includes a protective!House that gets so focused and worried that he doesn't sleep and becomes delirious and out of it :))))

hurt!House

TGIF by ORiley42 Creator's summary: House is stuck living the same Friday over and over and over and over again. A Groundhog Day AU with a medical mystery, the pursuit of true love, and egregious references to Bill Murray and Andie MacDowell. Rec notes: 143k. Hilson getting together. Time loop!! And all the lovely suffering!House that comes with that :)))

i may not be as honest as i ought to be by Talls Creator's summary: Wilson grimaces. “Try not to kill yourself finding an obscure diagnosis because food poisoning isn’t interesting enough for you.” In which House gets sick and Wilson reacts accordingly. Rec notes: 4.7k. Established Hilson. Sick!House, Wilson being caring, protective and possessive. Codependent old man yaoi :))))

The unrelenting nature of pain is in its constancy by asignleqingxin Creator's summary: It's a bad pain day to end all bad pain days. Logic dictates that one would stay at home and rest (perhaps even be looked after). House dicatates the opposite: business as usual. That's not going to last very long when the diagnostician can barely stand. Rec notes: 4.6k. Gen. Hurt!House has a bad chronic pain day and refuses to accept help

Detox: Alternative Methods by gracefultree Creator's summary: House asks Wilson for a reason to detox from the pills. Wilson has an interesting idea. Rec notes: 3.3k. Hilson getting together. Hurt!House and manipulative little shit Wilson (quote: “I’m going to seduce him,” Wilson explained. “Then I’ll tell him we can’t have sex again until he gets the pills under control.”)

Hands by peg22 Creator's summary: House injures his leg and is at the mercy of Wilson, Cuddy, and the ducklings. There are hands and shoes and post op nightmares. Fun, Fun, Fun. Set somewhere during Season 1, 2, or 3. Rec notes: 9.6k. Hilson getting together. Hurt!House monumentally fucking up his leg to the point of surgery, Wilson being manipulative in a possessive protective way

Ain't no Saviour by scribespirare Creator's summary: To fill the following prompt; basically Houses leg gets infected, and he’s in so much pain that he can’t leave his bed and is taking the limit of Vicodin (as much as possible without killing him self) - Wilson stays by his side the whole time and never leaves, holding him and doting on him even when House snaps at him. Rec notes: 5k. Hilson getting together. Sick and hurting House being cared for by endlessly patient Wilson

Unrelenting by l57371 Creator's summary: The pain is too much, Wilson tries to help. Rec notes: 7.3k. Hilson getting together. House is in intense pain from his leg, almost delirious with pain, and Wilson cares for him. Includes House high on (non-Vicodin) painkillers and being super out of it (quote: House picked up the fork and started eating slowly. He managed about four bites of spaghetti before he forgot what he was doing and just stared at the fork for a minute. Wilson chuckled softly and took the fork out of his hand.)

let it slip by zlicxn Creator's summary: “Would you put money on it, Foreman?” Chase asks, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively at both of them, “Come on. Fifty bucks each, bit of holiday fun.” Foreman leans back in his chair, crossing his arms, “Why are you so eager to make this a bet? Spend too much on Christmas presents?” Chase’s mouth twitches, “Can’t a guy just want to have a friendly wager with his colleagues?” After a slip on some ice lands House in the hospital with a concussion he accidentally reveals to his fellows that he was planning to propose to someone, but doesn't say to who. That's up to them to figure out. Rec notes: 4.9k. Established Hilson. Hurt!House has a concussion, very nosy ducklings, and a future husband (Wilson)

splish-splash by SupposedToBeWriting Creator's summary: House has been opting for sponge baths after being released from rehab for his leg, but one day, Wilson finds him and a gigantic bruise on his leg after trying to get in the shower. He settles on one question that cuts House more than he intends: why wouldn't the guy prefer to take a bath? Rec notes: 4.5k. Gen. Wilson taking care of House during his infarction recovery, feat. House's hatred of (cold) baths.

hooked (on feeling low) by jamesevanwilson (suhossineun) Creator's summary: There are things even House cannot control. Can Wilson continue picking up the pieces? Rec notes: 54k. Hilson geting together. Omegaverse fic. Alpha Wilson, omega House who's been hiding that by suppressing his heats forever with experimental drugs, which aren't working anymore. He's feverish and having a Bad Time. Wilson helps

First Day of My Life by housethemd (Whiskeyrose1) Creator's summary: Gregory House had the bad luck to present as omega in a country where omegas had little rights. After his first heat ended, he was chemically sterilized. This is over thirty years later. Rec notes: 13k. Hilson getting together. Omegaverse fic. House going through his first heat in decades, Wilson helping him through it

pulling thorns out of my palm by habkeineangst Creator's summary: Cameron’s trying to swindle House into taking an ER case when she notices it: His arm. It's bleeding. Rec notes: <1k. Gen. House & Cameron friendship. House self-harms, Cameron says the right things to help him

Do You Know Who I Am? by TheWiseOldCrow Creator's summary: House wakes up in a hospital bed with most of his memories gone. He doesn't know who the worried man by his bed is, but he's cute. AKA House has (temporary) amnesia and forgets he's married to Wilson. Rec notes: <1k. Established Hilson. Fluffy with mild hurt!House

It's All In Your Head by monday_munk Creator's summary: What if House hallucinated a night with Wilson instead of Cuddy in "Under My Skin?" Rec notes: 4.4k. Hilson getting together (kinda). House is hallucinating, detoxing, and kisses hallucination!Wilson about it

a stitch away from making it by wishbone Creator's summary: After his trial, House picks at the stitches from when he got shot. Rec notes: 1k. Pre-Hilson. House aggravates his stitches and passes out. Wilson picks him up :))))))

Simply Frozen by For Once Not Anime (Nikki_Sapphire) Creator's summary: “What?” Wilson muttered with as much annoyance and exasperation as House expected at that hour. Briefly, he wished he could twirl around his cane to give his hands something to do. Too bad it was a whole two parking spaces away from him. “Come get me.” Wilson sighed deeply. “Where are you? It better be a ditch or something. Are you drunk right now? You sound sober enough to drive yourself home.” “I’m in the hospital parking lot.” A long moment of silence passed. Well, it would have been silent, but House heard Wilson shuffling around. Hopefully getting his ass out of bed and getting back to work. “House, I’m tired.” Or: Sometimes, accidents happen. Rec notes: 4.3k. Gen/Pre-Hilson. Hurt!House falls in the carpark and almost freezes before calling Wilson to come pick him up, then they cuddle :)))))

this thing is supposed to be give-and-take by augustsattic (justabunchofdragons) Creator's summary: What did House want now? Already thinking through the steps he would take to get out the door, because House would only call him this late if he needed Wilson with him, he found his phone, answered it, and put it to his ear, glancing over the time: 1:52am. What was House doing? "House?" "Need you." House sounded strange. Drunk? High? In pain? Wilson tried to remember when he had last refilled his Vicodin. It was quiet wherever he was - not a bar. Unless he had been kicked out. He couldn't hear any cars. Hopefully not collapsed on the pavement then. "Where are you? I'm coming." a study in james wilson and depression and caring so much and feeling like (however incorrectly) it is not and has never been reciprocated Rec notes: 2.8k. Gen/Pre-Hilson. Depressed!Wilson and Hurt!House

In Sickness and In Health by ShutUpGwen Creator's summary: “House?” He calls groggily. House just grunts in response, scaring away whatever lethargy Wilson was still under. Wilson turns towards him, noticing that his boyfriend is rubbing his right thigh. “House,” he repeats, “you okay?” “Just peachy.” House grits out. “What happened?” He asks softly, running his hands over House’s leg and feeling for irregularities. He doesn’t find any. House glares at him for a moment before answering. “Woke up like this.” Presenting with acute leg pain, Wilson’s mind provides. or: My reimagining of House's infarction if he and Wilson had been in an established relationship. Rec notes: 16.4k. Established Hilson. Infarction!House and caring!Wilson (who cares in a canon-typical manipulative way)

Good days and bad days by sherlock05 Creator's summary: House has a particularly bad pain day and hasn’t been able to move for over twelve hours. But just as he thought, his day would go like this, with cramps tormenting his leg and him laying helplessly in bed in his own pee and puke, Wilson suddenly appears at his apartment and helps him to get through. Because even if Wilson doesn’t have to take care of House, he wants to. And sometimes a comforting hug can be more effective than a large dose of morphine… Rec notes: 2k. Pre-Hilson. House is having a monumentally bad time, caring!Wilson cares for him

Whumptober 2024 series by itooaminthisepisode Creator's summary: All my filled prompts from this year's Whumptober! Some are short, some are longer, all of them are emotionally damaging in one way or another :) Most are about House, Wilson or both, cause they're my favourite blorbos, but there's a few others thrown in for good measure. Also, most of these have minimal editing and were written in a day or less, so excuse any messy writing! Rec notes: Honestly Ash is one of my favourite writers, I'm gonna recommend everything he ever writes (putting all these fics in one rec so they don't take up 31 spots lol)

hurt!Wilson

Bedazzled by alternatealto Creator's summary: Wilson has somewhere to go, if he can just remember where it is. Rec notes: 1.4k Gen. Delirious Wilson (slowly) waking up from a coma

Fever Dreams by alternatealto Creator's summary: Wilson is sick. House manages to come through for him. Rec notes: 2.4k. Gen. Sick!Wilson, caring!House, somewhat vaguely speculative elements

fifteen minutes by eating_custardinbed Creator's summary: When James Wilson came to work this morning, he was expecting a normal day. That is, he has been expecting to tell a few people they were dying, getting bullied into buying his grumpy best friend lunch, maybe flirting with the new nurse in radiology to make him feel just a little better about his third divorce. What he has not been expecting is to be locked in his office with a madman, staring down the barrel of a gun. or, wilson gets shot and locked in his office. he and house have a conversation Rec notes: 11.9k. Hilson getting together. Wilson getting shot and having to patch himself up while House watches from outside the locked door

Is This the Real Life? by teyla Creator's summary: When House finds Wilson covered in blood and smiling like an idiot about it, he's more than a little freaked out. But he wouldn't be House if he couldn't figure out the obvious explanation. Rec notes: 3.4k. Established Hilson. Fluffy hurt fic. Wilson accidentally drugs himself and runs into a door

Hard Times by pumpkin2500 Creator's summary: Wilson overworks himself into a migraine. House takes care of him (but would never admit it, of course). “I sort of imagined you’d be banging pots and pans in here by now,” Wilson said as he finished eating. “Hey, I’ve had migraines. And despite what Cuddy and Foreman and Cameron and Chase and any patient I’ve ever had would tell you, I’m not a total asshole.” Wilson looked at House, already feeling a bit better from the food and drink. “Also, the mariachi band needed longer than a five minute notice.” Rec notes: 2.2k. Hilson getting together. Wilson has a migraine, and caring!House is soft (while pretending he isn't)

Wilson's Suicide by Feather Ice Creator's summary: There's something about House that tends to put the people he knows on the receiving end of a hospital bed. Wilson knew that and almost expected it but no one really expected what happened next-Wilson fell. Rec notes: 6k. Gen. NOT A DEATH FIC. Wilson falls down a flight of stairs, gets crushed under a crash cart and has a concussion while he's bleeding out. House panics, trying to find him

Aftershocks by black_cigarette Creator's summary: Aftershocks 1.1: How Wilson Got Away Rec notes: 114k. Gen. Part of a series but can stand alone. Wilson is extremely hurt and has a long, slow recovery. House feels guilty and cares for him (and has his own trauma to deal with)

Sight Unseen by yarroway Creator's summary: Wilson's been having eyestrain, or at least that's what he thinks. Set shortly after 8x02, Transplant. Rec notes: 2.6k. Gen. Hurt!Wilson ignoring his symptoms until it's almost too late. House refuses to leave his side :)))

Domestic Tranquility (Brought on by Drugs, Because It's Still House) by pasta_stuffed_possums Creator's summary: The aftermath of House dosing Wilson with amphetamines, in which Wilson feels wretched, and House is House. Rec notes: 2.1k. Gen/Hilson. Hurt!Wilson having a bad time while House secretly loves the domesticity of caring for him

Heart-Shaped Box by Flywoman Creator's summary: No one wants to acknowledge the true nature of Wilson’s heart trouble. Rec notes: 2.2k. Pre-Hilson. Wilson's heart is playing up, he passes out a bunch, House refuses to leave his side (except to go be soft and bring Wilson his cat)

Lemon Water, Chicken Water by littleguypi Creator's summary: “You weren’t home when I got there. I had to drive back.” House’s voice was uncharacteristically soft. Or was it? Wilson didn’t think House usually spoke to him in that tone. He felt panicked, like he was dying, maybe this was his last rush of adrenaline before eternity. Rec notes: 10k (incomplete). Established Hilson. Patient-of-the-week Wilson being feverish and passing out and being exhausted, concerned!House doing a DDX to try and fix him. Also Wilson's family trauma

More War Than Peace by prettyapathetic Creator's summary: Wilson attempts to have a relaxing day off with a book. It doesn't go well. Rec notes: <1k. Gen. Wilson bonks his head and subsequently hurts himself in silly clumsy ways

Together, in All Things by sebviathan Creator's summary: With death comes pain, just as well as truth and relief. So it's not ironic after all, that they both are happiest in their final days. Rec notes: 9.1k. Hilson getting together. Character death, post-canon. They canon-compliantly don't communicate about anything explicitly, but they're together. Made me cry

we're getting good at this by ad astra dean (bitterescape) Creator's summary: Wilson had a migraine. Rec notes: 1k. Established Hilson. Migraine!Wilson, caring!House

anywhere else is hollow by ohjustpeachy Creator's summary: Wilson comes home from a conference with a migraine and House is... House. Rec notes: 1.3k. Pre-Hilson. Migraine!Wilson, House is soft with him :)))

Pressure Points by 18thCenturyGirl Creator's summary: After weeks of stress and overwork, Wilson comes down with a migraine at work that he can’t just fight through. House is forced to confront how his actions affect those he cares about and that sometimes people are going through things they might not show on the surface. Set towards the end of season 1. Rec notes: 9.2k. Hilson. Migraine!Wilson trying to push through the pain until he can't anymore. House helps in a Housian way.

The Migraine by teyla Creator's summary: Wilson has a migraine. House tries to help. Mayhem ensues. Rec notes: 11k. Gen/Hilson. Migraine!Wilson, House trying to help (by drugging him with LSD)

i'll wait for your love by augustsattic (justabunchofdragons) Creator's summary: When Wilson gets sick with a fever and raging migraine, House ignores his protests to leave him alone and ends up spending the day taking care of his friend. The only issue is, Wilson is also nursing a huge crush on said friend, and in his delirious state, who knows what could be confessed? Rec notes: 3.4k. Pre-Hilson. Migraine!Wilson is all feverish and achey and vulnerable around House :)))))

let's not linger around another day by augustsattic (justabunchofdragons) Creator's summary: in which wilson loses focus and has a consensual workplace relationship :) canon divergence from s3e22 when wilson is on speed and in house's apartment: what if they kissed? Rec notes: 3k. Hilson getting together. Drugged!Wilson freaking out a little (but it's treated by kissing House about it), House panics because he doesn't want to do anything with an intoxicated Wilson

Rapidity by hawaii5063 Creator's summary: Wilson overdoses on caffeine and winds up on the ceiling. It is up to House to peel him off. Rec notes: 6k. Gen. During Christmas, Wilson accidentally works his way into an overdose to the point of being delirious

Sanguine by writerdot Creator's summary: Wilson has an unfortunate incident with a clinic patient. Rec notes: 2.1k. Established Hilson. Wilson gets shoved and bitten by a patient, House growls at everyone who isn't taking care of him good enough. Wilson has bad dreams

little glass vial by SupposedToBeWriting Creator's summary: House and Wilson have a peculiar friendship - though if you asked Wilson, sleeping together once while one man was reeling from a traumatic surgery slash breakup and the other was in a failing marriage isn't all that unusual between friends. They manage to make it work, mostly by never bringing it up again. While out, a patient's grieving brother approaches Wilson and injects him with an unknown compound. Wilson is rushed to the hospital. Though initially fine, he begins to exhibit strange and deadly symptoms. House is swept into a case that he cannot emotionally distance himself from, with a patient that he has exceptionally complex feelings for. Wilson clings to life as House hits brick wall after brick wall, desperate to save the one person he can't lose. Rec notes: 39k. Established Hilson (FWB), Hilson getting together (relationship). Wilson being mysteriously poisoned, House struggling to fix it. Whumpy whump :)))

bonk by OneLastTime (this is me. hi) Creator's summary: Wilson gets hit by a car as he's crossing the road to House's apartment and gets a concussion. He's confused and in pain, but House is taking care of him. Rec notes: 2.3k. Pre-Hilson. Hurt!Wilson

Brain Damage by fourteencandles (thingsbaker) Creator's summary: "You jerk," Wilson sighed when House walked in and set a mug on Wilson's desk. Wilson was stretched out on his own couch. The nausea had ebbed slightly during the morning, but then he'd tried to eat a little oatmeal, and now it seemed in danger of flowing again. "It's tea," House said. Wilson glanced up at him, and House looked away. "From Cameron." "Yes, God forbid I think you care," Wilson said. Rec notes: 8.1k. Gen/Hilson. Sick!Wilson and caring!House. Wilson passing out and being mysteriously sick while House panics trying to fix him

in your eyes by occamsplasmacutter Creator's summary: "Good mor-" House's sing-song, obnoxious greeting died in his throat when James turned to glare at him. James felt almost proud of his intimidating Houselike glower until House's unmasked disgust dawned on him. "I hate this," House announced, "we’ve gotta put a bag on your head. Hang on, I picked up McDonald’s.” He shuffled around and Wilson swatted his hand. Like Freaky Friday but with House and Wilson. Set between the end of Season 4 and the beginning of Season 5. Rec notes: 3.2k (incomplete). Pre-Hilson (so far). Hilson bodyswap!!! Wilson now has chronic pain and sensory issues and he's cranky about it!!!

[feel free to send me fics you think should be on this list and I may add them. The rest of my fic rec lists are here. Last updated 08 October 2024]

#this is my housefic tag #my posts #house md #hilson #james wilson #greg house #house md fanfic #house md fanfiction #fic recs #ao3 #househrt's fic recs #long post

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astolfofo · 2 years ago

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bruh i wrote this on a whim. but it needs to be said.

tw: manipulation, yandere. Nothing too much. It’s pretty mild, but it’s dazai so idk what to say.

bruh if this flops im gonna actually cry tho. I actually used my brain to write this. even tho I used causual language and this ain’t that formal ughsdfhlkdsj. but also sorry if it’s really bad. I didn’t even proofread this I just copy and pasted it into tumblr. Also, if the ending’s kinda messy or if there’s like grammar mistakes... pls tell me I literally am so braindead rn i can’t read

would also tag people this was inspired by but this is actually half shitpost and that would be hella rude of me to do that so. lmfao. (translate: i don’t have the balls)

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I see so many people thinking that Dazai would fall for someone cheerful, and bubbly, who would approach him first.

Honestly, I disagree.

I think the opposite. Maybe it’s because I see part of myself in Dazai (and Yozo from the No Longer Human), or maybe because it’s simply because I’m not a bubbly, happy, person in general (but i wanna be with him jkjk unless… ) but. I personally disagree with that headcannon, I don’t really see it happening. Obviously, there are cases of characters liking an innocent, sweet, bubbly darling (cough. Nikolai. Chuuya. Akutagawa. Atsushi.) But, for Dazai… I feel like that would be too boring for him. Not as in he wouldn’t like it that way… but it would be too easy for him, ya know? Like there’s no challenge, there’s no… interest in doing that. Why would Dazai want someone so open, so innocent, so bubbly and kind, who would listen to anything he said? That’s not even genuine, that’s fake. Everyone has their own secrets, their lies, and they create a fake mask for everyone else to see. They wouldn’t want to show their true self… because it’d make them not only look bad… but also we’d all be extremely vulnerable. And violent.

Dazai knows this better than anyone else. I’d like to think, anyways. And innocent people like that, whether genuine or not, usually would deter him because they’re… too easy to pursue. Despite being a good liar himself, I don’t think he’d want someone who would fake the niceness, because it would be obvious from the start. Dazai doesn’t strike me as someone who would enjoy breaking his darling down (that’s Fyodor’s thing bro would definitely like someone who is fake). He has some morality, he doesn’t like using mind break. After all, that goes against what Oda told him to do. However, he’d definitely enjoy mind games, he’d like to pick you apart to get to know you better. Better than you know yourself. And once he does, he can leverage you however he likes to be his ideal woman. Even that manga q and a (I’lll find the link later) said that Dazai likes all women because he can make them into what he wants. Someone who’s outright innocent and kind wouldn’t be able to achieve that effect for him. It doesn’t offer him the challenge, it doesn’t offer him any kind of challenge in just manipulating someone innocent who barely hides anything. That would be a bad thing, and even his skwered sense of whatever morals he has would disagree with it. He wouldn’t even be able to fall for someone like that. Simple-minded people, just aren’t for him.

So, in prose, I’d like to offer an alternate idea: Dazai would like a darling that’s, obviously to a similar intelligence as him (otherwise they’d be… too easy), but very distant. Not as in a “they have a mask on”, kind of way. But in a. They’re apathetic, cold, and aren’t great at communicating kind of way. I think it’s an interesting dynamic. The first time when Dazai sees them, he may not even think much of them. Neutral cold face doesn’t say many sentences and wants him to leave. Maybe a slight fear of him, that he approached them. However, as time passes by, Dazai realizes he likes them. He genuinely craves their presence. He notices the way you don’t exactly know what his motives are, he enjoys the way you flinch when he touches your hands, or blush and do not know how to respond to his comments.

He sees all of it. And he wants to see who you really are. Behind your true mask. Maybe you’re a narcissist. Maybe you’re just a kind innocent person. Or maybe… you’re just as empty and lonely as he is. Whatever you are, he’ll eventually turn you into what he wants. It’s just a matter of time.

It’s like he’s looking at a Christmas present, and trying to guess the contents inside. The curiosity kills him. He wants to look at what it is now, but he can’t. He can’t. Until it’s Christmas day. So in the meantime, he’ll do everything except pull down the thin wrapping paper, and the apathetic, cold face you put on for everyone around you. It’s rather difficult actually, you do a pretty good job at covering your true self. You’re a skilled liar, you can control any physical reactions you have towards his questions.

But that just makes it all the more addictive.

The second you slip up, even just for a tiny. Little. Bit. Dazai is able to pinpoint a lot about you. It’s almost like he tore off a corner of the wrapping paper on his present, and he’s knows a lot about what it is. It’s more than he expected. It was just one facial expression. A face of shock, to anger, and then you calm yourself to the best of your abilities again. It’s barely noticeable to the average person. But that’s the thing. Dazai isn’t average.

He’s the smartest man you’ll ever know.

It makes you feel conflicted. And you’re aware this is probably where Dazai wants you to be. And it is. Dazai finally was able to make a dent on the thin walls inside your mind. The walls that separated your true self, from others. And he’d pick and tear down these walls continuously until he was able to see inside.

But for Dazai... it’s his Christmas day. Dazai felt like his efforts... his waiting, his long awaited efforts were finally rewarded. All it took was one little slip on your behalf, one tiny little tear, for the wrapping paper to completely fall off. And as it lays discarded on the floor, Dazai admires the gift. He admires you. Your mind is such a vulnerable place. Yet in its own way, it’s beautiful and fragile. He feels like he physically cannot tarnish it. Yet... you’re so much more different than he thought.

You’re niether a kind person, nor a violent one. You’re not broken, you’re not depressed nor anxious nor scared. You’re not nearly what he idealizes so much, and you’re not some insane slave to your ideals. No... what was inside that box and wrapping paper all this time was similar to a piece of piece of glass. Plainly boring in its own way... yet beautiful if shaped in the right hands.

You’re a blank slate. Sure, you have your own trauma, your own struggles, desires, and wishes but... he’ll still do as he wants to you.

And you won’t have a single say in it.

You’re a blank slate. A canvas waiting to be drawn on. And draw on you he will.

He’ll admire you, he’ll protect you, he’ll... do anything and everything to make you love him. You’ll.... you’ll learn to love him.

And in return, you’ll be the only one who will see and understand his true self.

#yandere dazai #yandere dazai x reader #dazai osamu x reader #yandere dazai osamu x reader #yandere imagines #yandere x you #yandere dazai osamu #yandere bsd #yandere bungo stray dogs #dazai x reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader

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multishipper33 · 10 months ago

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Bio!

Pleasantries:

-Hello! You can call me Maddie, she/her pronouns please :]]

-I’m your local Multishipper (hence the username)

-I make fanart (kinda? barely), shitpost, write (even more barely), and… idk exist?

-inventor of majordubs they’re cool (drama au is cooking in my mind fear not)

-queer as fuck a girl and autistic mess with me it’s sexist homophobic and ableist

-I swear like a sailor fucking deal with it my dudes

Stuffs About Me:

-Music lover!! I memorize songs like that (please gimme music) (I beg please I want to listen to gay people music)

-Theatre kid to the highest degree (does it say something about me that my favourite song from Newsies is once & for all because of the absolute amount of vibes?)

-rarepair enjoyer bathe me in the sauce

-MCYT fan!! Though I am looking for some properly good Internment Chronicles content…

-we play no-nos like baseball three strikes and I block you <3

No-nos:

-hey don’t be a meanie unless it’s for a bit or a joke or smth

-please no nsfw just not here pls I try and keep that out of my blog- like don’t send suggestive asks etc etc etc

-if you’re not part of the marginalized community the hateful word is used for you can’t use said hateful word

-personal questions Tumblr don’t need to know shit about me

Alright, Okay:

-yeah ask me shit it’s funny

-tag me in chains I like that

-Content with me in it!! I don’t know who or why anyone would wanna do this, but if you really want to be my guest!

-swear. Motherfuckers if I’m allowed to swear you are, go right ahead I guess

-anything else really

Gimme:

-content for my rarepairs (please shove content down my throat)

-Joel Smallishbeans. That’s it.

-shipping (let the cubitos kiss and hug and hold hands)

-Weird stuff <3

-Ideas!! I love hearing about y’all’s aus or hcs they’re all so coool

-Reblogs/replies. Those make me happier than likes. I read through every reblog like it’s a good book.

Final remarks:

A reminder to

-always read the book first

-drink water hydrate or die straight

-listen to your fav song today

-and get some sleep for once sheesh

#bio #maddie’s rambles #pinned post #duuude #bio update #how we doin #how we feeling #good?#good to hear #saved

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etes-secrecy-post · 4 months ago

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Hi, before I explain my post, I want to say something important.

• What you see my blog has become a major overhaul. And despite the changes, I decided that my 2nd account will be now my artwork blog with a secret twist.

⚠️NEW RULE! (W/ BIGGER TEXT!)⚠️

⚠️ SO PLEASE DO NOT SHARE MY 2nd ACCOUNT TO EVERYONE! THIS SECRECY BLOG OF MINE IS FOR CLOSES FRIENDS ONLY!⚠️

• AND FOR MY CLOSES FRIENDS, DON’T REBLOG IT. INSTEAD, JUST COPY MY LINK AND PASTE IT ON YOUR TUMBLR POST! JUST BE SURE THE IMAGE WILL BE REMOVED AND THE ONLY LEFT WAS THE TEXT.

⚠️ SHARING LINKS, LIKE POSTS, REBLOG POSTS, STEALING MY SNAPSHOT PHOTOS/RECORDED VIDEOS/ARTWORKS (a.k.a. ART THIEVES) OR PLAGIARIZING FROM UNKNOWN TUMBLR STRANGERS WILL IMMEDIATELY BE BLOCKED, RIGHT AWAY!⚠️

😡 WHATEVER YOU DO, DO NOT EVER LIKED & REBLOG MY SECRET POST! THIS IS FOR MY SECRET FRIENDS ONLY, NOT YOU! 😡

Okay? Capiche? Make sense? Good, now back to the post…↓

#Onthisday: Jul 30th, 2018

Title: Cuteness Girl Member - Kelly

Reddy's sibling Kelly 🐿️🎀 wants in to enroll at the "Cuteness Defender Academy" (which, we'll meet him soon), just make sure that these two were accompanied. And also, she will be Reddy's friendly team with her customize "Cuteness Mecha Armor", the "Beargguy II". Now called "Chipggal"! 🐿️🤖

BTW: I'd changed the modeled name CPMK-02 (CPMK short for "Chipmunk"), instead of KUMA-02. 😉

IMPORTANT NOTE: There will be couple of "Cuteness Members" who wore the armor custom "Beargguy", so pls bear with me. 😊

Previous: • Cuteness Member - Reddy (Dec 17th, 2017)

Chipggal Kelly Based on: KUMA-02 Beargguy II [CLICK ME!]

Armament(s):

• Flower Chest Beam Cannon A beam cannon that is mounted on her flower torse, it can be fired when the centered opens.

• Beam Cannon/Beam Saber Mounted in both paws, besides functioning as ranged beam weapons, they can also generate beam sabers for melee combat.

Special Equipment(s) / Feature(s):

• Extendable Arm The Chipggal Kelly retains the Acguy and her extendable arms for striking down enemy suits.

• Ribbon Shuriken Like Beargguy Giggles P, Chipgguy Kelly can also her bow used as a shuriken throw improvised. Swinging hard and it can inflict through opponent(s) and like both Giggles's and Kelly's, it can act like a boomerang back'em fort.

Kelly (HTF OC) - owned by HTFMegaman (dA; last active on Dec 2023) Custom Beargguy Armor (Gundam Build Fighters Try) - Gundam series © Bandai Namco Filmworks, Inc. (SUNRISE), Sotsu

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sleepssquidsideblog · 1 year ago

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Hey guys first post on this blog SO intro‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

You can call me Sleep, and this is (obviously) my Splatoon side blog!!!!

I won’t be super active here and I’ll probably mostly just reblog stuff but since the side order dlc trailer came out and I’m gonna explode abt it for a while I thought I’d finally give my second main hyperfixation it’s own blog :]

Main blog: @nosleep83

Pronouns: She/Her and He/Him :D

DNI: Proshippers, MAPs, homophobes/transphobes, racists, and any other assholes like that go away I will hit you with a bat (for legal reasons this is a joke tumblr don’t strike me down please

IM A MINOR NO NSFW IS WELCOME HERE REMEMBER THAT PLS AND TY

So yeah vibe here if you want but don’t expect anything too crazy haha I’m just here to be silly abt squids and octos when the mood strikes lmao

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #side order #sleep talks

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thatwritercricket · 2 years ago

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Can I request that reader and ASL (Ace,Sabo,Luffy) are in a flower field and reader grabs a flower and puts it in their hair. How would they react?

SAY LESS ANON YOU HAVE THE BIGGEST BRAIN. This is so adorable I couldn't NOT do a lil scenario to go with each. Hopefully you enjoy!! <3 I kept it gender neutral since you didn’t specify gender, which is fine!

[Thank you to @squidface21 for being my beta reader and making sure this was worthy of my tumblr]

HCs under the cut!

Portgas D. Ace:

-Okay first off

-You need to literally drag him away for even a short time of just “chill tf out babe”

-You get 10 minutes if you’re lucky before he gets restless

-But you can also probably convince him to stay a biiiit longer

-Just make sad eyes at him he can’t resist that for long

-Probably gets like really confused at first, then gets the biggest dumbest grin imaginable

-Strikes a pose and asks if you think it looks good on him

-Then laughs because honestly he probably couldn't take himself seriously

-Grabs a flower and puts it in your hair too

-That way you match <3

-1000/10 Ace marry me pls

The environment was serene, as you and Ace had finally had some time to yourselves. No pirates, no fights, just the two of you. Life was fun, full of adventure, and there was always something going on, but sometimes it was nice to just slow down. In this moment, it was just Ace and the love of his life.

You and Ace were enjoying the lush greenery of the island they had docked at for a few days. It had so many fields of flowers, and you decided to take Ace to one. The day was warm but not overbearing, and all of the flowers around you created a serene little world, just the two of you.

Ace jumped in surprise when you gently pushed his hat off of his head and replaced it with an orange flower. He laughed, gently shaking his head.

“What was that for?” He asked, chuckling at the cuteness of the scenario.

“Because I felt like it.” You smiled, tilting your head in faux innocence.

“Fine.” Ace gained that competitive look you often saw in a fight, but all he did was grab a nearby flower and place it behind your ear.

“There, now we match.” He smirked, placing a kiss on your cheek and pulling you down to lay on the grass with him. He couldn’t be more in love than he was at that moment. Life with pirates was always fun and exciting, but maybe, just maybe, slowing down and enjoying the flowers was fun too.

Not that he’d ever admit that. That was just for him to know.

Monkey D. Luffy:

-Legitimately tries to eat it.

-You have to explain what you tried to do

-”Luffy you cANT EAT FLOWERS-”

-After you explain, he gets a huge grin

-Probably thinks it's really cute but doesnt entirely understand why

-Very chill go with the flow bf

Luffy always drags you off of the ship when you dock at a new island, literally the second you dock. Normally he would just rocket himself off, but you had to explain to him that it hurt, so now he waits while rambling to you about all of the things he might see, growing more outlandish the longer he talks.

How silly he was, this captain of yours.

When you saw a field of flowers in the distance, you tugged on his arm.

“Hey, Luffy! I wanna go check out that field!” You said, pointing in the field’s direction.

Luffy looked confused. “Eh? Why? Is there anything special there?” He sounded genuinely curious, just that he didn’t understand.

You giggled. “There’s flowers there! They’ll probably be pretty.”

Luffy shrugged. “Ok, sure.” He still didn’t entirely understand, but he was willing to check it out to make you happy. Maybe he’d even find something interesting there too!

The field was as pretty as you’d thought. You grabbed a red flower and placed it on Luffy’s straw hat.

Luffy grabbed it, observing it, then attempting to put it in his mouth. Luckily, you caught his wrist. “No!” You said, giggling, “You don’t eat it. I thought it looked nice.”. Of course he’d try to eat it.

Luffy nodded. “Oh, okay!” He said, placing it back on his hat. He leaned down and grabbed a different one, placing it on your head. “Now you have one too!”

You really loved him, dorkiness and all.

Sabo:

-Sabo.exe has stopped working.

-Why did you do that? ._.

-Not mad, but very confused at first

-Give him a sec to process

-Thinks you are probably the cutest being to ever exist

-Feels so lucky to have you <3

-His life can get really busy so you gotta be patient with this one

-But he always makes it up to you

Sabo marry me pls

Sabo hadn’t quite told you where he would be taking you, just that it was a surprise, and he was sure you’d love it. As he led you by the hand, you were getting to an area with less and less city. Where was he taking you?

“Come on Sabo, you can’t even give me a hint?” You asked, playfully groaning. “I’m dying of anticipation!”

Sabo laughed. “Nope, no hints. I won’t be swayed.” He shook his head with a satisfied smile. He must be proud of whatever he was gonna show you.

You didn’t have to wait much longer. A bit outside of the town, he stopped at a beautiful field of flowers of all colors and sizes.

You were amazed. “Wow! This is amazing… thank you.” Sabo grinned. “I told you that you would like it. I’m really glad you do.”

You bent down, picking up a blue flower and putting it on his hat, by his goggles. You smiled, pecking his cheek. “It suits you.” Sabo’s face turned bright red. He felt overwhelmed with happiness. Sometimes, with his hectic schedule, he was worried about not being the best partner to you. He always tried to make it up to you whenever he could, and he felt blessed to have someone as patient as you by his side.

The ring in his pocket felt a little less heavy than before.

AAAAA my first request! Hopefully you all enjoyed, I tried to keep it gender neutral <3

Requests are open, here are the rules for requests! My DMs are also open

Rules

I love you all and hope you have a good day!

~ Cricket

#one piece imagines #one piece x reader #one piece headcanons #sabo x reader #sabo imagines #sabo x you #ace x reader #portgas d ace x reader #ace imagines #luffy x reader #luffy imagines #monkey d. luffy x reader

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ddarker-dreams · 4 years ago

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anon asked: OMG pls pls pls could you write a possessive yandere Diluc??? I'm sorry if this is generic...

[repost because someone mentioned this post wasn’t showing up in tags... tumblr i s2g...]

Diluc:

Diluc has seen the worst and best that humanity has to offer. Regrettably, the worst is what has made a lasting impression, darkness waiting to strike in every crevice. He’s always done his best to protect everyone. This is amplified to a new, unprecedented level when his obsession for you takes root.

There are plenty of threats to be wary of -- Diluc will reason -- but he starts actively looking for them in the wrong places. No longer is he concerned with just making sure you get home safe, unbothered by monsters. Now it starts to seep into your relationships. Innocent gestures are mistaken as malevolent, Diluc stepping in where it’s wholly unnecessary.

Compared to most yanderes, Diluc has commendable self-control. He won’t openly lash out to anyone that speaks to you in a friendly manner. That doesn’t mean he’s not upset about it, he’s just used to hiding his emotions, and has had lots of practice suppressing everything. So while others chat you up, romantic intentions or not, he’ll slink off to sulk.

Surprise surprise, it’s Kaeya who catches onto this hidden behavior before anyone else can. Kaeya actively exacerbates the situation, quite literally adding fuel to the fire, unaware of the monster he’s awakening in the process. To his credit, Kaeye’s intentions would be in good fun. Maybe for some lighthearted teasing to laugh about later over drinks with you and your friends. Instead, he released a burden onto your life.

Kaeya might let a friend or two into Diluc’s “crush” on you, planning to see how far they can push it. He’ll throw an arm around your shoulder, whisper inside jokes into your ear to make you giggle, offer to walk you home, etc. Diluc begins to excuse himself from the room when this happens to get a hold of his kindling fury. Diluc knows Kaeya is just trying to get a rise from him, that he’s giving him what he wants. But god, that twisting sensation in his stomach when Kaeya is the one touching you, getting that melodic laugh, and being the center of your attention... it’s unbearable.

Diluc feels like it’s such a shame. He’s a busy man, so being around the same areas as you is a rare treat, that’s now being tainted. Can he not have this single enjoyment in life? To make matters worse, he’s now hyper-aware of anyone possibly flirting with you. Diluc is growing paranoid that while he’s unsure of how to pursue you, someone else might come along and take you away.

While trying to provoke Diluc, Kaeya tends to be on the receiving end of some biting language. With an unimpressed expression and even tone, Diluc will tear into him for his obnoxious behavior, even if you express that you don’t mind. It’s remarkable he’s managed to control his darker urges for this long. Should Kaeya -- or anyone else for that matter -- not get the hint, Diluc lists some concealed threats.

He’ll start physically blocking anyone’s path to you, looming over almost like a bodyguard. Diluc’s presence is intimidating and effective in warding off people he finds irritating. He’ll act like he doesn’t know what you’re talking about if you mention how close he is, but there’s an almost indiscernible blush on his cheeks.

While you’re not paying attention, Diluc will motion to his weapon, scaring off anyone brave enough to come speak to you. When you turn around he’s back to wiping down glasses. If he needs to distract you, he’ll offer free drinks, not that he ever makes you pay anyway. The few times you do manage to convince him to let you pay for your own tab, the money is “mysteriously” sent back to your residence by mail.

Bonus Childe:

Childe is not held back by the same moral qualms that Diluc is. This, mixed with the extensive network of Fatui agents at his fingertips, makes for a horrific combination. It’s a disaster waiting to happen. Whether you’re aware of it or not, he’s already having people keep tabs on you. This includes people that you speak to as well. While the Fatui don’t entirely understand why they’re being asked to watch you, like hell they’re going to question a Harbinger on the bizarre orders.

You’ll be having a pleasant conversation with someone, only to feel a shadow looming over you. Then there’ll be an arm wrapped firmly around your shoulder. Childe would act dismissive of whoever you were speaking to, making up some excuse about why he needs your attention more and whisking you away. All the while looking back and giving the unfortunate individual a soul-shaking look.

He projects a lot into your conversations. Childe asks with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes if you’re trying to make him jealous. “As much as I like you -- and trust me when I say I do -- you should be careful with that.”

Anyone who makes the mistake of flirting with you gets it far worse. Childe will judge them accordingly later when being filled in on your movements for the day, sitting and listening with an eerie calm as his agents detail the person’s description. There’s a myriad of ways the Fatui could make this person’s life a living hell. From the shackles of debt tightening, harassment, to even making them disappear entirely. It all depends on Childe’s mood that day.

Childe would actually find it interesting if the person has a Vision themselves. He views it as a challenge of sorts. Malice would be oozing out of him at the thought of proving his strength to you, that no one else could come close to the claim he has. To avoid any unwanted attention, Childe would wait to strike until the person is traveling alone, channeling his Delusion alongside his Vision. It’d be an awful sight.

When he talks to you next, you’ll notice he looks oddly content. If you’re brave enough to ask why this is, he’ll give some ominous answer, that leaves your body going cold. “Hm, I really need to know. Did you think that they were any match for me? That by batting your eyelashes all prettily, you’d convince them to get rid of me? Well, whatever the case, this should be proof I’m not going anywhere.”

Childe will mention that he even was kind enough to get you a gift. A Fatui agent will reach into their bag, giving him a piece of cloth, which he then pretends to you. You’ll likely be rendered sick by the sight. It’s a torn piece of their outfit, a testimony to Childe’s victory. He’ll tilt his head and playfully ask if you don’t like it, before taking his leave for the night.

If you ever plead with him to leave the people you interact with alone, he might look like he’s giving it some thought. Childe’s suggestion of how you could convince him to do this is equally unpleasant.

“You could always spend your time with me, that way this wouldn’t be an issue. Give it some real thought. I’m looking forward to hearing your answer.”

#if this doesnt fix it ill cry probably #yandere diluc x reader #diluc x reader #diluc genshin impact #diluc ragnvindr #diluc #childe x reader #childe #yandere childe x reader #tartaglia #tartaglia x reader #yandere #yandere x reader #my stuff #answered #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #Anonymous

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mrsblackruby · 3 years ago

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Truly my blog is screaming all day about stuff I’m interested in but sometimes I promise y’all I make edits, art, and write shit. Ik It’s hard to believe that tho 💀

Important disclaimer: I MAINLY STAN CHARACTERS WHO I THINK WOULD BE BITCHY ANARCHIST LIKE ME BUT USUALLY HAVE THEIR SHIT MORE TOGETHER THAN ME.

PUNKS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN AND YOU CAN’T HAVE FUN FUN UNLESS YOU DESTROY RACISM AND CAPITALISM!!!

MY CASE FOR RAT MAN INDEX

Me reading to much into the politics of Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove

(This 1st part is a STAND ALONE POST 4 people who don’t care or don’t have the time for the rest of my case but want an overview of my argument. You can also still read it with the rest of my series if interested and the post is still kinda long tho… keep that in mind if you choose to read;)

“The 5 part series”

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #1

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #2

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #3

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #4

The Harassment of Billy Hargrove fans #5

The Final Part😭

Podcast response to an ask because I am chaotic: Will The Billy Hargrove/ Harringrove Fandom Ever Know Peace 😭

(Hopefully this is the only podcast response I ever have to do. But, Hey! let me know if you found it helpful tho… cuz if I ever do another I will up the quality.)

A little Bonus: Billy Hargrove Meta Just a tragedy

The stranger things fandom in general needs more critical thinking skills

Lol feelings mutual u alone aren’t the problem

Harringrove meta warning ur gonna get the🥾

Sticks and stones I hate it here fandom meta more fandom meta

It’s my drug drives me crazy my hottest take

Capitalist fuckery from Netflix what I am💀

ME SOUNDING LIKE A HIPPEIE

PUTTING IT INTO WORDS

Take a CLEAR stand.

This is a Nancy wheeler hate blog

I HAVE DECIDED TO BECOME BILLY’S LAWYER IN MY DOWN TIME BUT I’M GONNA QUIT IF I DON’T START GETTING PAID

Take a shot every time you see this emoji

🤦🏿‍♀️

I don’t know why I did this to myself no one asked me to do it, I mostly made this for Billy fans so we can all scream together collectively in the chaos

My intent I think kinda

Case Closed

Verdict: Billy is my ratson who deserves better!!!

If you are sensitive to topics of online harassment but want to interact with my fan content pls filter out tw fandom discourse tag

I’m gonna make an attempt to have tags from now on for #fandom and #non fandom filter as needed if you wanna see both don’t filter

Hopefully coming soon don’t expect it tho I’m unreliable…

An actual depiction of racism I connect to personally.

Patrick meta

Character guides for my fanfic Townie

YouTube link

Navigation 4 tags lol

IN THIS HOUSE WE STAN HOBIE BROWN

We love SPIDER PUNK 🕸

No saying Hobie is 23 ain’t harmful go somewhere else with your made up problems <- funny Hobie Brown age discourse meta

Don’t try to completely turn the idea of an indefinite strike down

My case might be closed but I’m still willing to defend/ support any Billy fans who find themselves dealing with online harassment. Only if they want my help of course. (And as long as I’m on tumblr or until I find it overwhelming)

Love to the Billy fandom🥰! Thank you 4 uplifting my perspective! I call this series a success because of all the support I got 💕 there’s no problem taking joy in weirdly specific interests that give you comfort… this fandom has done nothing inherently worse than other fandoms except distracting me from my college assignments. Y’all really do make my day a special one. This is a love letter to prove that! If anyone ever gives you heat 4 liking Billy(there an ass and) I want y’all to know I have found it very soothing to reread these blog posts just reassuring myself I’m not a bad person for liking a fictional character.

Also I don’t mind people sharing this on any platform…I’m made this as a resources for those who care about the issue and don’t want to participate in the behavior I put into question so if you choose to share my case on any other platforms on the internet I do not mind. Just please remember to be kind.

I found this conversation very thought provoking… now my blog will probably just be Harringrove shit posting, Billy theories, other hyper-fixations of mine, politics, might do a fanfic here or there, might do some edits if I have the time, and I might get in some Billy discourse now and then but not nearly as much as I use 2.

You know one ☝️ thing I might consider doing is sharing my dumbass opinion on media/medium relationships with the audience and how it interacts/overlaps/ manifest in abuse culture. The only reason I’m hesitant to do that is because that’s a much deeper larger discussion that deserves way more care/ research than my Billy Hargrove defense case. I’m also not an expert and I don’t want to misinform just share my opinions on the internet. idk tho 🤷🏿‍♀️I might not do it. If I do might not put it in tags just have it available for my followers. Bruh don’t even get me started cuz I could get into the politics of any media I watch on my free time. I could write a book about it lol 😆

I’m very new to tumblr so I hope I didn’t do anything that goes against etiquette and if I did pls let me know.

#billy hargrove #harringrove #the series is finished I just have to post it #and check my grammar #I would like to formally apologize 4 any grammar mistakes lol 😂 I have a reading disability work with me #in defense of Billy Hargrove #in defense of my rat bastard #meta

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pipermaru23 · 3 years ago

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I swear, every time I log into Tumblr and read certain things I feel some of my neurons dying.

- Self-cest. The most stupid word ever to describe Loki and Sylvie. Like, EVER. Let's see:

Self:

· a person or thing referred to with respect to complete individuality

· a person's essential being that distinguishes them from others.

And then:

· Individual: a distinct, indivisible entity; a single thing, being, instance, or item.

Oh, look. Loki and Sylvie are two physically separate entities, so I guess for them to be the literal same they must have reproduced by fragmentation or something like that.

Like, I swear. Loki is not a freaking orchid, HE DOESN'T SELF-POLLINATE. The only time the stupid self-cest term may not be that stupid is for a Ragnarok!Loki/Show!Loki ship, because yes, they're the freaking same person just at different points in time.

- By the way, saying that Loki and Sylvie are the same people just because they share a name and a position in their respective timelines is fucking sad because you're taking a person, with all their complexity, and reducing them to their name and birth. As I said, sad.

- When some days ago I asked if Loki and Croki were also, well, the same person, someone literally told me this: "Also, loki is a shapeshifter and he once turned into a snake, pretty close to an alligator" implying that YES, THEY ARE.

*stares directly into camera*

So since Loki is right now "shapeshifting" as a man and a man's genetic code is super similar to... another man's, DOES THIS MEAN THAT LOKI AND M*BIUS ARE RELATED? ARE THEY THE SAME BEING? (stop being this ridiculous, pls. Just... stop)

- Let's not talk about the hypocrisy of a lot of L*okius shippers that have admitted that they would still ship them if M*bius ended up being a Loki variant, so this is not about Sylki being weird, but about it not being the kind of “weird” they like.

- I've read a lot of people comparing Sylki to badly developed MCU romances (like Sharon/Steve and Bruce/Natasha) and, pardon my French, but have we even watched the same fucking movies?

· Bruce/Natasha. In Avengers she's TERRIFIED of him. Literally terrified. In AoU, somehow, they're kinda starting a relationship or thinking about starting one. We don't see it, it's off-camera, there's no development whatsoever. Whedon knew it, so he made other characters say a couple of lines, here and there, to support this relationship. Natasha was given the job of singing Hulk a lullaby to calm him down (perpetuating gender stereotypes, but that is Joss the Asshole for you).

· Sharon/Steve. There's nothing to talk about here. They had no spark, no connection, no romantic chemistry, nothing. They were just two job partners who ended up kissing.

Comparing these two relationships to Sylki just makes no sense.

- Representation. While I'm painfully aware that there's a big, worrying lack of representation in Marvel/Disney, it strikes me as funny that the representation a lot of people ALWAYS ask for is two gay men. I've read a total of zero (0) people saying "Damn, I would have loved to get an f/f ship for Sylvie". Or "I would have loved [insert character name here] to be ace"

*crickets chirping*

Yes, no suspicious whatsoever /sarcasm

- TLDR: ship whatever the fuck you want. Respect people who don't ship the same couple like you. DON'T BE A FUCKING BULLY AND DON'T HARASS THE CAST AND CREW. As someone who has shipped a lot of non-canon ships, let me tell you this: YOU'RE NOT ENTITLED TO ANYTHING. YOU’LL BE HAPPIER IF YOU STOP THINKING THAT. Ship and let ship. Enjoy your ship and don't piss on others.

If you agree with me, nice. If you don't, nice. Just so you know, I'm not debating with you.

#sylki #lovedaggers #lovie #loki x sylvie #anti lokius #anti bruce x natasha #anti brutasha #anti steve x sharon #I'm so sick and bored of this #too many 5-year-olds on tumblr right now #It amazes me the hive mind certain shippers have #repeating over and over the same things others have said before without giving them any thought #this fandom will be my supervillain origin story I swear #pro sylki #pro loki x sylvie #anti lokimobius #antilokius

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incorrect-ikevamp-quotes · 4 years ago

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Hi! I love everything that you write and heh I am a fan! 😄 tbh this is my first time requesting something on Tumblr! If you don't mind and if I am not being a bother...can you write about how the guys would react If MC suddenly starts making meme references? I don't know how I got the idea but I am REALLY curious. And love you! :D

Hiya! Tyvm for the kind words, and apologies that this took a while! I hope you have the chance to enjoy it regardless ❤️❤️❤️ Love you too, sweet pea! I promise to get to the next request you’ve sent ASAP~

Aight but this would be hilarious because the range of the reactions is just ungodly. I will be putting this under a cut after Napoleon so I don’t clog up everyone’s dash, but all the suitors are included below otherwise!��

Comte is the one that recognizes a few, but didn’t really stay in modern times long enough to be as well-versed as a Gen Z kid might. Regardless he finds the wittiness and absolute chaotic fuckery to be delightful, and will 100% support the harmless nonsense. It never fails to get a laugh out of him

Mozart that first day be like: “Buzz off MC I hate you” MC, because she likes swinging bats at wasps’ nests: “Well that’s not very cash money of you” Mozart: ?????????? Comte, giggling in the bg like the secret fae he is This one’s just because I’m petty, but after the events of Comte rt I just imagine them encountering Vlad again and MC’s just “I lived bitch.” while Comte is flipping him off behind her lkjahgkjhdsg

Comte @ Leo when he finds the latter under his desk: Had it not been for the laws of this land, I would have slaughtered you. MC: wheezing from the hallway as she’s about to give him his letters

MC: So how was your day, honey? Comte: Good, good--briefly had to go beastmode upon the punk that pilfered my lint roller MC, biting her lip to keep from laughing: So does Leo still have his kneecaps? Comte: for now.

Comte, @ literally anyone upsetting the MC: I won’t hesitate, bitch

Comte: Be careful with my emotional baggage, it’s designer

MC: What if I was evil and ran towards you at very fast speeds Comte: My arms are strong, I would catch and hug you

Leo and Dazai are the ones that don’t have a single reference point but are filled with so much dumbass chaos energy that they just. Understand immediately???? Nobody knows how or why, but they just catch on so fast--adapt the language in a matter of weeks. Never underestimate the power of combined boredom, depression, and humor

I swear to god I just see MC taking them their Blanc/Rouge and being like “here you go sir, one enslaved moisture” and they just go fucking hog wild from day one. MC starts impersonating Theo when he leaves the room around Dazai, like fake deep voice “you all only hate me because you do not like me and I am mean to you. grow up.” Or like the MC meets a baby on her travels with Leo around town and she holds them and says v seriously and sagely “So you are Baby? I have heard tales of your exploits.” and Leo about loses his shit right there. They both think MC is the funniest person alive--they’ve never been more eager to throw a ring at someone in their entire life.

Also a bonus for my beloved Dazai: MC, facing even the slightest inconvenience (like dropping her fork) in the most dramtic voice possible: Life is not daijoubu. Dazai: wheezing

MC, after watching Theo turn down a woman at the bar in the meanest way possible: bro quit letting the darkness consume you u r scaring the hoes Dazai, literally rolling around on the ground, half-drunk and dying:

MC, walking alongside Dazai and stopping to stare at her reflection in the River Seine. Dazai’s expecting some sad or twisted shit, since people often feel comfortable talking about those things around him, but instead she just: “Oh, it’s you. The source of all my problems.” And he about falls into the river from shock HAHAHA

At this point don’t be surprised if his next book is about an absolute madlad woman similar to MC

Napoleon finds it to be a delightful quirk more than anything? He doesn’t really understand it, but he finds it funny when they change their voice for effect or speak in exaggerated tones. If it’s just comprehensible enough for an outsider to understand--or Sebas gives him context--chances are it’ll send him into a laughing fit

For this one I just imagine MC singing that Ratatouille meme song obnoxiously bad while cooking, and Napoleon and Comte are just so wildly amused by it bc it makes zero sense and it’s only vaguely French at this point

MC @ Napoleon while they’re cooking brunch: Can I offer you a nice egg in these trying times?

MC, conflicted because she’s tired and wanted to sleep in but also got to see Napo’s cute sleeping face for a few hours: For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5AM on the day I can sleep in. Sebas: Early to bed and early to rise makes a person healthy, wealthy, and wise MC: early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch Napoleon: laughing in agreement

Isaac is the type to be bewildered and concerned at first (especially when he hears the more nihilistic ones hoOOOoooOO BOY) but eventually begins to understand it’s some bizarre attempt at humor (that hurts Zack baby). While some part of him laments that it reminds him of Dazai and he’s secretly jealous of how she and Dazai bond over it, he will sometimes join in the chaos when the mood strikes him and he’s feeling mischievous

Isaac: How are you feeling? MC: Oh, I’m not Isaac: seconds from dialing 911 Isaac: Are you okay? MC: Oh yeah dw I just suffer from that syndrome where your neutral expression makes you look like you’re an angry serial killer Isaac: say sike rn

Isaac, tutoring MC and correcting something: MC, muttering while redoing it: The risk I took was calculated, but man am I bad at math. Isaac: unable to help a laugh

One time MC was avoiding Isaac for fear of hurting his feelings and he just confronts her like: Isaac: back by unpopular demand, me! What’s wrong, MC pls MC was so hecking proud of him

Isaac, telling MC about a recent discovery he learned at uni from another professor: bones typically heal stronger after they’ve been broken--so long as they’re set properly, of course MC, looking him dead in the eyes: So what you’re saying is that I should break every bone in my body until I become superhumanly powerful? Isaac: please do not, no

Mozart and Jeanne are just. Totally lost. Why are you talking like that??? Why are you making “crab hands”???? They don’t understand. Maybe never will. They reach a point where they just kind of laugh and shake their heads, endeared by the oddity after they’re used to it and have determined it isn’t a threat/insult.

MC: It’s a cold and it’s a brooooken, Waluigi. Waaaaluigiiiii...waaaahluigi..... Mozart: surprised, then starts snickering and playing along on the piano

Arthur, asking MC very personal questions out loud because he is an idiot sometimes: Soooo MC, are you a top or a bottom? MC: I’m a threat. (If he asks a second time, the response will be “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy.”) Jeanne, fighting a smile:

MC, about to punch an asshole: Your free trial of being alive has ended Jeanne, seconds from laughing for the first time in 100 years:

Also, because I genuinely can’t help myself. You know that knight meme like “Parry this you fucking casual.” I cannot stress enough that it is literally the personification of Jeanne’s entire character. I’m not even joking.

Arthur and Shakespeare are utterly fascinated by the rapid evolution of wordplay and the sheer hilarity. They will ask all about these so-called “memes” and ask for examples of them if MC can show them (either somehow accessing her phone or drawing them). MC draws Arthur the knife cat meme and he about a s c e n d s at the hilarity of it all, points and yells THEO IS HOLDING THE KNIFE. He is correct. They will be delighted and follow along eagerly, and--god forbid--will make their own based on late 19th century struggles.

Is this where Shakespeare got the idea for “What, you egg? stabs him” and “You are a saucy boy.”? I’m too scared to ask. Don’t even get me started on “The Fool jingled miserably across the floor.” That one is just too on the nose...

I can’t even imagine what would happen to Shakespeare if MC like translated vines and memes into Ye Olde English around him. Imagine she’s at one of those noble balls and hears rumors of these two guys living together and they’re so obviously gay and he says “And those gents w’re roommates.” And in the most false surprised tone ever MC just replies “oh mine own god, those gents w’re roommates.” Imagine having a wife that’s just as hilarious as you are and hits you with all the force of a bag of wet mice every time you speak in retaliation, he’s going into palpitations.

Every time Arthur does smth stupid MC just: “I Pretend I Do Not See It.”

Vincent is tickled pink by MC’s penchant for finding joy and/or amusement in nearly everything they do, and he smiles gently when he sees them muttering and laughing to themselves. He wants to be able to join them in what they love, but he has a harder time following along and understanding the darker humor sometimes. Mostly gets confused??? Please give him the easier ones to mimic and laugh when he tries--or just include him in your jokes MC. He’s babie your honor...

But he also. Will not. Stand any kind of self-deprecation or borderline verbal self-harm. He’s usually very easygoing and calm, but for whatever reason that stuff makes him go deathly quiet and upset.

MC, after something goes horribly wrong, hugging Vincent: Oh Vince, we really in it now Vincent: giggling a little despite his worries, relaxing

MC: Theo stop simping for Vincent that’s my job

MC, when Theo leaves the room and she gets Vincent all to herself: The evil is defeated.

MC: And this is where I would put my will to live...if I h a d one! Vincent: ;-; MC: oh shit, oh fuck, I was only kidding Vincent wait (MC was subsequently lectured and loved on for many hours)

Theo is conflicted because on the one hand, he loves to see you smiling and having fun. On the other, you’re clowning as hard as Dazai and Arthur and he can only handle so many monkeys in his circus. Most of the time he will roll his eyes and be the straight man of this comedy, but you might find him cracking a smile--or accidentally letting a chuckle slip past his lips now and again.

MC, after meeting Theo: I’m a nice person, but I’m about to start throwing rocks at people.

Theo, those first days: Oh? You’re approaching me? Instead of running away, you’re coming right to me? MC: I can’t beat the shit out of you without getting closer.

Theo: Every time I ask MC to explain “vibe check” to me she hits me with some kind of improvised weapon

MC, after the “incident” (you know the one): This year, I lost my dear lover Theo Theo, in the distance: QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I’M DEAD! MC: ;-; sometimes I can still hear his voice...

Sebastian is last because oh boy. OH BOYYYYY I LOVE HIM. Okay so the way I see this happening with Sebastian is just. So wild. Because at first he’s t r y i n g so hard to be the proper butler man. He does not meme. But then he starts to drift closer to what Niles from The Nanny was, where he’ll quip and joke in private or when the situation is just beyond the amount of absurdity he can handle without making a snarky comment. Everyone in the house can’t fathom how Sebas and MC got so close so fast, but there are points where they’re just “Are they even speaking English anymore???” It’s 11 times funnier than normal because Sebas almost never smiles or laughs when memeing, the deadpan quality of his playing along sends MC every time

Has ABSOLUTELY said “HEY. PANINI HEAD. ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME???” jokingly when MC made a mistake in the kitchen. They laugh about it for y e a r s

MC: I can’t date someone who keeps a lamb as a pet, that’s so weird Sebas, brushing Lotte in front of MC: MC: MC: Okay, I will make an exception because she looks very polite

MC and Sebas, fully aware of the fame some of the men will reach in modern times: We will watch your career with great interest. (I s2g that’s like half of Sebas’ rt right there I’m crying)

Sebas rt with Lotte be like that 500 dollar Mareep meme: “sometimes a family can be just a boy, his gf, and their 500 dollar two foot tall Lotte”

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watchingspnagain · 3 years ago

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Rewatching Born Under a Bad Sign

Welcome to “Annoyed Dean Giving Me Snickers for My Brain Is My Happy Place: A Supernatural Rewatch Blog” with Lor and Mace!

Up today: s2e14: Born Under a Bad Sign

Dean is frantic because Sammy has been missing for days. When he finally finds him, Sam is bloody but unhurt and has no real memory of his missing days. The boys work together to reconstruct what Sam was up to, and all signs point to him having acted wildly out of character… and having murdered a hunter. Eventually Sam clocks Dean, knocking him out, then goes after Jo in a seriously creepy bit that is some props to JP. As everything comes to a head, we learn that Sam has been possessed by Meg this whole time, Meg!Sam wails on Dean a bit, Dean lands one solid punch on Sam once he’s back to being unpossessed, and Bobby warns the boys that if any hunters catch wind that Sam killed another hunter, they’ll have hunters on their tail who aren’t likely to ask questions first. Then he gives them anti-possession talismans, and the boys take off into the night.

Below is a log of our real-time reactions as we watched. Remember that there may be spoilers for any part of SPN’s 15-season run here. Note also that the nature of our conversation is adult and thus it may contain adult language and themes.

[and we begin:]

Lor:

aw Dean. all freckles and hunched in the rain and worried

Mace:

YES

Lor:

omg Sammy's soft "hey, dean"

"you bleeding?"

Mace:

ooof

Lor:

nrrrrrff I love it when he big brothers

Mace:

snork

Lor:

the DECORATIONS in these motel rooms

Mace:

Right?!

Lor:

Sammy's ribbed undershirt

Mace:

YES

Dude, this is the third time we’ve watched this episode and I STILL don’t remember what the heck is happening

Lor:

haaaaahahahahaha

I DO but I also am sitting here going "wait? is it or is it the other...?"

"I'm not thinking anything" oh, Dean, you LIAR

Mace:

Winchester Fine: Variations on a Theme

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HA! The dangers of a 15-season show

Lor:

YES

"this guy? you're drinking malt liquor? THIS guy?"

Mace:

HAHAHAHA

“po po will be here in five” I LOVE IT

Lor:

"am I speaking Urdu?"

this kid is taking some very cool classes at college

Mace:

the snark on this guy

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAAAAHAHAHA

god, I want Dean to get impatient and give me that look

Lor:

YAAAAAAS

and then bring me a candy bar

Mace:

YAAASS

Lor:

which I can magically eat bc Cas has fixed all the reasons I can't

Mace:

YESYESYES

Lor:

Dean putting his fist to his mouth

Mace:

YES

Dean, yes, get your fingerprints allll over that body

THINK, McFLY

Lor:

right?

Mace:

HOW am I still not remembering what’s happening here?! Stupid brain.

Lor:

lolol

pets brain. gives it a Snickers

Mace:

YES

Dean’s deep in fix-it mode

Lor:

at least he's wiping things down this time

Mace:

HA!

Lor:

YAS HE IS

it’s very lovely on him

Mace:

and he’s impatient with and so worried about Sammy who’s just shutting down

Lor:

YES

Mace:

a rage-filled Sammy? yes, pls

Lor:

HA! yep

(someone on Tumblr said Sam is all repressed anger and Dean is all repressed fear and I'm kind of obsessed with that read)

Mace:

oh that’s interesting!

Lor:

the look on Dean's face, like, um, whaaaat you doing, Sam?

Mace:

right? Sam saying “I don’t want to hurt you” and he’s doing it right there

Lor:

YEP

Mace:

I love you Sam, but don’t lay this on him

Lor:

"you know I've tried so hard to keep you safe" and you KNOW he's talking about since he was FOUR

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"I can't. I'd rather die" oooooooof

Mace:

YES

Lor:

"what?"

Mace:

“…what?”

oh Dean

Lor:

YES

Mace:

HAHAHA

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE

Lor:

YES

I love that kind of wee con

Mace:

YES

his arms in that shirt

Lor:

YAAAAS

Dean is actually not more like John than Sam

Mace:

yeah

Lor:

I don't care much for Jo but she does give good "boy, you best stop talking" face

Mace:

Lor:

Jared is good at this. very creepy

Mace:

he IS

Lor:

how did Ellen know this? did John tell her?

Mace:

that’s a very good question

Lor:

bc John doesn't strike me as the type to be like "oh, hey, widow, oh, um, sorry, you're a widow now, I screwed up and got your husband killed"

he couldn't play it that way

Mace:

I agree

Lor:

"are you that scared of being alone?"

I mean. nail on the head a bit, there

Mace:

OOOOF off sides, Sammy

YES

Lor:

THAT was what I couldn't originally remember. I knew he was possessed during the lost time and that we'd see him possessed again, but I couldn't remember if he was the whole time Dean was trying to help him figure out what happened

Mace:

Aha

Lor:

mrf that SMIRK

Mace:

YES

Ugh Jo go home

Lor:

LOL

Mace:

nobody wants you around

Lor:

i just wish she were a better character

Mace:

same

mmmm the stumbling

Mace:

YAS

you are NOT a part of anything, Jo

Lor:

how hard did Jensen say no to having his shirt off in this scene? bc why would you NOT take the shirt off to dress a wound there

Mace:

oh interesting thought

Lor:

BOBBYYYYYYY

Mace:

SMARTY BOBBY

Lor:

YAAAAS

Mace:

never shit a shitter

Lor:

lololol YES

Mace:

i hate the phrase “meat puppet”

Lor:

how do you feel about meat suit?

Mace:

not great. it’s the meat part i don’t like

Lor:

Mace:

it’s just gross

Lor:

it is hard not to think of hamburger

Mace:

exactly

Lor:

gaaah the jerky movement

Mace:

RIGHT?!

ope, look, the beating is showing up on Dean’s face

Lor:

oooof the being attacked by someone who looks like someone you love

YES

Mace:

“you’re worthless” oh DANG

Lor:

YES

Mace:

that hits where it hurts

Lor:

YEP

and the deliberate pushing on the physical wound while delivering the emotional one

Mace:

YEP

the lost look on Sam’s face

Lor:

YES

poor Bobby just looking at the two of them like "did I sign up for this?"

Mace:

SNORK

Lor:

"no, sir"

Mace:

YES

Lor:

SUCH a better "no sir" than whenever he calls John sir

Mace:

oh YES

Lor:

respect NOT tinged with fear

Mace:

so now they’re running from The Law and the hunter community

so very OUTSIDE

Lor:

yeeep

Mace:

he watched with his own two hands? that’s talent

Lor:

LOLOLOLOLOL

"if it's the last thing I do, I'm gonna save you"

Mace:

YES

“that’s pretty naughty"

Mace:

HAHAHA DEAN

Lor:

"it's pretty naughty" DEAN

#watchingspnagain #watchingspnagain 2x14 #spn #supernatural #meta #spn spoilers #spn 2x14 #watchingspnagain dean's responsible for sam #watchingspnagain demons #watchingspnagain doppelganger attack #watchingspnagain outsiders #watchingspnagain persistent injury #watchingspnagain acting

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It’s your Voodoo Working

Caliban x Fem!Reader

A/N: Hello my loves. I’m slowly getting through my requests and one of them requested I do another Caliban oneshot. Which i was more than happy to do since there is so little of him. I tried making it passionate but then a song gave me this other idea for him and i just love writing him as a mischievous little shit.

Also apparently making something passionate means long as fuck. Also by the end of this I just wasn’t feeling the smut so i kind of cut it out. I’m not really feeling my writing very much these days but I hope you guys still enjoy this.

Word Count: 2787

*NOT MY GIF*

Anon: Can you pls do another Caliban smut but maybe this time it’s like passionate as shit? Thank you, love your writing!!

Song Inspiration:

It’s your voodoo working - Charles Sheffield

Feel Me - Mecca Kalani

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This story is for 18+ ONLY. It contains sexual themes that are not suited for younger audiences so if you’re under 18 my blog and this story is not for you. Please make sure to read at your own discretion and remember that you are solely responsible for your content intake.

The very first time you laid your eyes on him, you had to admit he was breathtaking. You stood there in awe as he appeared before you and the rest of the Fright Club in a ball of whirling fire. Once he fully materialized in front of all of you, he immediately turned to Sabrina.

“Sabrina.” He regarded her with an easy smile.

“Caliban.” She regarded him in turn, her voice laced with ice. But his smile never wavered.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of you summoning me here, Sabrina?”

“My friends and I need your help, Caliban; in defeating a most foul eldritch beast.” Sabrina said, before she gestured towards us and you watched as Caliban regarded each of you. Starting with Roz, Harvey, Theo and then he turned his attention towards you; his mossy green eyes met yours and that lazy smile returned to his handsome face.

“Enchanted.” He purred as he drank you in and let the room sit in silence for a beat before he continued, looking away from you and back to Sabrina.

“You know my help doesn’t come free Sabrina.”

Sabrina outwardly groaned. “Name your price.” She said with a wave of her hand as if that’ll make him spit out his demands faster so she can move on with her life.

“I don’t require much. All I require is your name, fair maiden.” He purred, taking your hand in his before he placed a kiss upon your knuckles.

“Oh damn.” You heard Roz whisper beside you.

Sabrina however, looked extremely irritated. “Come on Caliban you expect me to believe that all you want in exchange for your help is my friend’s name? You must want something else. You can’t have Y/-” Just as Sabrina was about to say your name Caliban cut her off.

“I want her name and I want it from her own lips.” he said an edge of danger in his voice, before he looked back to you, his hand still holding yours in his grasp.

You felt your heart flutter in your chest like a bird in a cage and wet your lips with your tongue before you spoke. “Y/N. My name is Y/N.”

“Y/N.” He whispered your name almost reverently, letting your name roll across his tongue. “It suits you.” He smiled, and that smile made you feel like you had just made the biggest mistake telling him your name.

That first encounter was over a month ago and in that time Caliban was true to his word to his word. He had helped in any capacity he could to aid you in defeating this horror you all were facing. However, in that same amount of time Sabrina had figured out his true intentions for being so helpful. Word on the hellish grapevine was that hell had been lonely for the new king, since he and Sabrina had locked up dear old dad and he wanted a queen for himself, and was setting his eyes upon you.

Sabrina warned you, to stay away that he was the definition of a bastard and to not put it past him that he would not simply take his mortal bride like Hades did to Persephone. You tried to shake off the chill as you imagined Caliban rising from the cracked earth, his strong hands gripping you closely to his body as he dragged you to his kingdom of nightmares.

Also within that month you tried avoiding him like the plague, but it seemed no use; Caliban was everywhere you turned, like gum stuck on your shoe. He would meet you outside of your lecture halls, stay close to you at the academy’s library brushing his hands against yours, sometimes leaning in to whisper something close to your ear.

It was starting to become so difficult to keep your blood from not warming at the smallest of his touches, or even just the feeling of his presence as he walked into a room. You felt yourself going mad at each of those little touches and how when he would walk up behind you, leaning over your shoulder to see what your were doing; you found the temptation to just push your body back into his achingly warm one harder to resist. It was like he was working some kind of voodoo on your body, making it so you craved him, wanted him with every fiber of your being; until he didn’t need to wrap his arms around you and steal you away to his kingdom. No. You were going to throw yourself into his arms at the very mention of taking you away.

*****

Today he was working his voodoo again, he came up behind you and placed his hands on your hips. You tried not to moan out right at the feeling of his large warm hands on your waist, making you immediately conjure up images of what he could do with those hands.

“How are you today, lovely Y/N?” He whispered in your ear.

You steeled yourself before your answered him. “I’ll be better when you get your hands off of me.” you tried to say it with menace but there was no bite in your voice.

“Why would I want to do that?” he nuzzled his nose in your hair just behind your ear before he whispered. “I think my hands belong here and I think your hands belong on me. Don’t you agree?”

“No.” you said shakily. You looked around the academy’s library but no one was here, not even Sabrina. No one was here to save you from the eclipsing fog filling your head that was Caliban.

“Come on Y/N.” he said nuzzling your hair again, making goosebumps run down your arms and your back erupt with a spine tingling shiver. “Why do you keep denying what we have here? I’ve seen the carnal lust in your eyes from the very moment that we met, just as you’ve seen it in mine. So, why fight it?”

You steeled yourself as your turned in Caliban’s arms, facing him now; those moss green eyes focused acutely on your body. Taking in the way your chest heaved up and down with each deep steadying breath you took, your breasts barely brushing against his chest with every breath. He took in the sound of your heartbeat rapidly increasing as he kept staring at you, observing you, devouring the image of you.

“I know what you want from me. And it’s not just carnal, as you love to say.” You said, trying not to notice the heat radiating from his body, or the way your nipples were aching peaks as you gazed back into those jade eyes.

Caliban licked his lips, stepping just a hair closer to you and closing the small space between your bodies. “And what is it that I truly want from you Y/N?” he asked as he reached up and tucked a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“Sabrina told me about you and your desire for some meek mortal bride. Someone to use and frighten for eons.” You said, trying to calm your increasing heartbeat.

“Do I frighten you Y/N?” he asked, his eyebrow quirked up in question.

“No.” You said, feeling the truth of it ring out in your voice.

“I’m glad to hear that.” He said before pausing for a breath, leaning down to place a small kiss against your cheek, and felt that small kiss shoot through your entire body like a lightning strike. “Sabrina has heard right, I am looking for a queen. But, you’re wrong about wanting a meek woman by my side, someone like that wouldn’t last five seconds. No.” he said as he placed another kiss but this time on the other cheek.

You should push him away from you, wipe his gentle kisses off with disgust but you couldn’t fight the increasing warmth that seemed to radiate deeper into your bones and soul with each small kiss he gave you.

“I wanted someone strong and fiery. Someone who would defy me at every turn.” He placed a kiss against your neck on your rapid pulse, making you gasp. “This makes me a bit of a masochist I know this. But, I wanted a woman, not a girl and when I first saw you Y/N, I knew instantly that you were that woman and from that moment on I’ve desperately wanted to see a crown placed on your head.” He finished, placing a kiss on the other side of your neck.

“Caliban.” You whispered, biting your bottom lip hard.

“You don’t have to love me Y/N, not now that’ll come in time” Caliban said breathily as his soft kisses on your neck became more desperate, and started to feel your resolve weaken as Caliban’s spell on your was finally working it’s magic on you. “Just let me love you right now.” Caliban said his voice husky. “Please Y/N.” That’s when you realized he was asking your permission. His hands were starting to roam over your body, igniting your even hotter as they lifted up your shirt slightly in their exploration, and skin touched skin.

But with one word from you, he’d stop; you knew that. But did you actually want him to stop? His large hands grabbed your ass by the handfuls and you knew that was most definitely not the case.

You reached up with trembling hands and dug your fingers into those luscious blonde locks, hearing Caliban moan as you gently pulled on them. His eyes never left yours as you nodded slowly to him, telling him exactly what you wanted; that you wanted him as much as he wanted you.

Caliban’s lips crashed against yours, and you felt his heat fully envelope you as you opened your mouth to his invading tongue, letting yours meet his in a dance of dominance. With your hands still deep in his blonde locks, you pulled him closer to you, wanting to feel every part of his body against yours.

Caliban’s hands roamed back down your back and ass until they reached the back of your thighs and you took that as a signal to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. He smiled against your lips and starting walking away from the table you were originally by and closer towards the massive fireplace in the library. Without breaking the kiss Caliban brought the both of you in front of the fireplace and sat down on the rug in front of it, having you straddle his lap.

Caliban’s lips pulled away from yours only so they could attach themselves to your neck, placing soft kisses there before those soft kisses turned to harsh sucks. You craned your neck to the side to give him more access as you delved your fingers into his luscious locks. You felt Caliban’s hands roam down your back and gently squeezed your ass, making you smile before you felt his fingers grab the edges of your shirt and as they roamed back up your back he was bringing up your shirt. You helped him out by bringing up your arms and then your shirt was on the floor next to you.

You watched as Caliban took in the sight of your exposed body with such an intensity in his eyes that it made you blush all over. You watched with equal intensity as Caliban lowered his head to your breasts and kissed the tops of them, his hands reaching behind you once again to undo the clasp of your bra with ease. He looked mesmerizing as he watched it slip from your shoulders and you placed it with your shirt.

Caliban started to lower his head again but you stopped him. “Wait.” You said biting your lip. “I want to see you.” You said as you grabbed the edge of his shirt and lifted it off of him and watched as his shirt joined yours in the ever growing pile of clothes next to you.

You reach your hands out hesitantly to touch him, and heard a low groan come from between his plush lips as your hands rested at the top of his chest. You ran your hands down him feeling every muscle tighten as you explored his grooves and scars.

“You’re beautiful.” You whispered. “If you truly were made from clay as Sabrina says, I think you were perfectly sculpted.”

“Oh, Y/N. I think you’ll be the death of me.” he groaned and suddenly you felt the sensation of falling and your head met with the soft rug underneath you. You watched as Caliban hovered over you, situating himself between your legs and drinking you in.

Caliban let out a small sigh. “I may be beautiful yes this is true.” He said, a small smirk growing on his face and you smiled at his arrogance, fighting the urge to give his arm a smack. “But my beauty is nothing compared to you and especially to you in this moment laid out before me like a goddess. I pale in comparison.” He said and lowered his head back to you neck and you instinctively moved it to the side to giving him more access to you. You watched in wonder as Caliban’s kisses started moving lower, kissing the tops of your collarbones, his tongue tracing down your sternum and to the valley of your breasts, his hair all the while tickling you as he moved lower.

You let out a gasp as you felt Caliban’s tongue trace circles around your harden nipple before bringing it into his mouth and sucking. The sensation of his mouth around you and his tongue flicking at your nipple made your back arch into his mouth, desperately wanting more.

Suddenly, you felt Caliban’s hands on the tops of your jeans and began unbuttoning them as he began lavishing your other breast with the same devotion.

His hands were agile and he finished undoing the buttons of your jeans and began pulling them down; at the same time his lips were beginning to move further down your body.

You felt the heat in your body spike as you realized what Caliban was planning to do to you next. “Caliban.” You sounded breathy, as his name came out almost as a plea. You wanted him to end his slow methodical torture and just wanted to take you, make you his. But as Caliban pulled away from you and brought your legs up to start pulling off your jeans, you realized he had other plans for you.

He gently pulled away your jeans and panties all at once, being so gentle as he took your feet out of each one of the pant legs, before tossing your panties and jeans both to the side; leaving you completely bare under him. He kept your legs up and by his face and never broke eye contact with you as he took one leg and began kissing you, starting from your ankle and working down till he got to your inner thigh.

“Caliban, please.” You heard yourself beg. But beg for what? Him to stop or for him to never stop?

“What do you want princess?” he asked his voice a low growl, as he started kissing your other leg, working down it slowly placing kisses on your ankles, behind your knees, working to your inner thighs again.

“I feel like you’re torturing me. You’ve been torturing me this whole month and now now you’re killing me.”

You watched as he lowered himself to settle in between your thighs, feeling breathless and needy.

He smiled at you his eyes locking onto yours as you felt those soft lips kiss you intimately. “There’ll be no more torture Y/N. Once you’ve given yourself fully over to me you will only know bliss.” He murmured against your inner thighs, kissing down both of them before he continued licking at you; his tongue flicked your clit and you felt your back lift from the ground.

“Caliban.” You pleaded, digging your fingers in his hair, almost as if you wanted to pull him away or push him closer to you. “Caliban, I need you, I want you, I want to give in to you.”

With that Caliban stopped and pulled away from your quaking center, making you whimper from the loss of contact. His eyes seemed to glow with the intensity they held in them. “Do you mean it? Because if you do, there’s no going back. You’re mine and I am yours.”

“I mean it.” You say with a sincerity that surprised you and felt a smile bloom across your face as Caliban wrapped you up in him and sealed your fate.

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