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ickadori · 4 months

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oml hi i’m absolutely DYING over your fics with uraume and sukuna. they way you write the dynamics between all three of them is IDNSKSOAJI!!!

i wonder what happens when yorozu is thrown into the mix since she is canonically “in love” (?) with sukuna. how would uraume take to them maybe messing with y/n now that they’ve somewhat grown attached to them ʅ（◞‿◟）ʃ

cws for fem reader and mild violence.

Uraume had made their feelings towards Yorozu quite clear from the moment they had first met her. She grossly misconstrued her purpose in the world - she was simply an extra body, a bit of riffraff to add to the background noise buzzing in Sukuna’s ears.

She declared herself to be in love with him, and the bold claim had left a nasty taste in their mouth. Her announcing her love for him so brazenly was similar to a beggar asking for the queen’s hand in marriage. Preposterous, the damned wench.

“Oh, how I pity the foolish drivel that fawn after my love,” Yoruzu sighs, her gaze focused on where you frolic in the garden, a concentrated look on your face as you carefully snip the stems of flowers and gently lay them in the basket by your feet.

“Self-pity is for the weak.” Uraume doesn’t bother sparing the woman with a glance. “And the weak have no business in Lord Sukuna’s palace. Leave.”

“Tuh. You’d banish me before banishing the sacrifice from that village? Don’t tell me you’ve grown a soft spot for that thing - it’s bad enough that Sukuna has—” Your head raises at the strong gust of wind that nearly topples you over, and your eyes turn to where Yorozu is pressing a hand to the deep gash on her neck, blood staining Uraume’s pale skin.

“Do not address him so casually, trash.” They turn their gaze to the blood dirtying their hand, face contorting into a scowl as they pull free a handkerchief from their person and cleanse themself. “If it happens again I’ll have your head.” They toss the now bloody handkerchief in their direction, not paying any attention to the furious look on her face. “And you will not refer to her as anything but her name, or else you’ll have the Lord himself to deal with.”

Had Sukuna been on the property, Yorozu would have finally been dealt with once he heard how she referred to you as a ‘thing’ - oh, how they wish he hadn’t left so soon.

You stop your flower picking to raise to your feet, and Uraume feels a tick of annoyance when you give Yorozu a concerned look. Fool. The woman had made her disdain for you, and obsession with your lover, more than clear, and yet you still housed positive feelings for her.

It doesn’t take you long to make your way over, basket clutched in your hands as you give a wary look to the still bleeding gash on her neck. Yorozu makes a face that’s identical to the one that Uraume used to throw your way, and their cursed energy spikes in anger, at her and at themselves.

“I can patch that up for you, Yorozu. There’s a balm I have that works really well to dull the pain. Ryomen brought it for me when I cut my hand one evening.” Yorozu gives Uraume a pointed look, likely waiting for the slash across your neck, and they make a low noise of amusement.

“That isn’t necessary.” Yorozu removes her hand to reveal her healed skin. “Unlike some weaker, lesser people, I can heal myself without the aid of balms.”

“Oh, I’m glad. It seems you get hurt an awful lot, so it’s good that you can heal yourself at will…otherwise I’m sure you would have died a long time ago due to never leaving a fight unscathed.” You beam. “I’m so grateful that Uraume and Ryomen don’t have that problem - they’re very strong and capable, unlike some weaker, lesser people.”

Yorozu fumes, skin reddening and fists clenching, and Uraume can’t help the splutter of laughter that leaves their mouth.

“Now, Uraume and I have to prepare for Ryomen’s return, so if you could show yourself the way out that’d be lovely.” Your hand that isn’t holding the basket moves to grab ahold of the sleeve of Uraume’s top, and they allow you to pull them through the garden and back indoors. You let go of them and spin on your heel when you’re finally inside, eyebrows pulling together in frustration as you lean to the side to look out through the open doors. “That woman makes me sick.”

“So have Lord Sukuna kill her.” You cringe and shake your head, and Uraume tuts with a shake of their head.

“I’d rather not start giving out execution orders, Uraume.” You turn your attention back towards your basket. “She’ll eventually lose in battle, braggarts like her always do, and then we’ll be free to laugh and dance in front of her grave.”

“You’re more like the master than you’d like to admit.” You let out an airy laugh, fingers carefully cradling a red primrose before you bring it up and carefully tuck it into the fold of their kimono.

“Oh? Comparing me to Ryomen? That’s quite the compliment coming from you,” your eyes flit up to connect with theirs. “I guess that means you must like me quite a bit.”

“You’re beginning to sound like Yorozu - utterly delusional.” They briskly walk around you, eyes rolling at your laughter that floods the halls, and the corner of their mouth quirks as they raise a hand to gently cover the flower, ensuring it doesn’t fall due to their quick pace.

The Japanese primrose (sakurasō) comes in a range of colors, including red, pink, and purple, and represents long-lasting love and beauty.

#uraume x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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darsynia · 1 year

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Hand(s) Off | Ch 5: Chemistry

(Steve Rogers/f!Reader sex pollen-esque multichapter)

gif by @chrisevansedits

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Summary: You and Steve have to navigate the aftermath of the overexposure to Mistress, and something tells you that your mood swings and inability to self-satisfy is directly related to the drug...

Length | Warnings: 3,880 | sexual situations MINORS DNI

Fill: Adoptable ‘Pheremones’ from @allcapsbingo

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He’s wearing jeans that fit him like a second skin, a tight gray tee, and an unbuttoned long-sleeve blue flannel, which feels distinctly unfair. Somehow he looks every bit as handsome wearing this casual get-up as he had the night before in his suit pants and blue jacket.

“You, uh--” He sounds upset, and you glance up. “Bruce says we need to be looking more at each other than not,” Steve offers with a wince.

“Right. Twist my arm, right?” you joke.

His brows furrow. “If you’re--”

“Steve! You’re handsome as hell. Not a hardship, is my point,” you tell him.

“Ah,” he says in response, and oh. There’s a bit of joy there, not quite pride, but close. If you had to name it, you’d say Steve is deeply pleased, and yep, that’s a jump in arousal, there. “Right back at ya,” he says, almost too quiet to hear it.

“They’re going to have to burn those forms,” you muse aloud.

Chemistry

You wake up the morning after your 1940’s performance feeling more refreshed than you have for weeks. The constant, low-level irritation you’ve had to learn to live with is not entirely gone, but it’s lessened, and for that you’re very grateful.

The plan is to meet Bucky for… something, but he hasn’t made clear what. You opt for a skirt to swish around your legs, voluminous but not bulky. Restrictive or tight clothing has been a no-go lately, making you feel anxious and closed-in at worst and kind of turned on at best. It’s another data point in the line of ‘things that are different since Mistress,’ but you don’t really know what to make of them all. The worst out of everything is your mood, but is that worsened by your inability to come, or is it an actual after-effect?

When you get downstairs after getting Bucky’s text, you’re surprised when he opens the door of a taxi for you. The two of you usually walk everywhere.

“Where we going?” you ask.

“It’s a surprise.” He doesn’t elaborate, instead choosing to deflect in the most unfair way possible: “Steve liked the show last night.”

You keep your expression tightly controlled, but your anxious tone gives you away. “You could have warned me about that! I’m glad he enjoyed it, but--”

“I didn’t plan all that far ahead, okay? I did it because he said yes. To the thing you asked me about.”

Embarrassment blooms from your chest and across your body, and you dart your eyes over to the taxi driver. There’s no way he can know the context, but holding a conversation about impossible orgasms with Bucky had been embarrassing enough, so alluding to it around a stranger is pretty stressful.

“Uh, thank you, then.” Your mind skips past the awkwardness to the substance of the comment, and you slump back into your seat. “That means it’s definitely related.”

“Yeah.”

He looks out the window, and you smile down at your lap. Bucky isn’t the kind of person to smoothe over awkward things with platitudes (which often makes them worse). If he had, you’d never have had the courage to ask about Steve in the first place. You’d probably have rather withered away and died of sexual frustration instead. Not that dying isn’t still on the table.

“You uh, probably should go talk to Dr. Banner,” Bucky says, his voice overloud and uncomfortable. “He’s been running tests on Steve, thanks to his lousy mood and the--” He makes a gesture, but you deliberately look at his face, not his hands.

“He’s been having problems with that too?”

Bucky’s is the kind of expression that anyone who’s ever lived with a grumpy roommate would instantly recognize.

“Yeah, okay,” you sigh, pulling your phone from your pocket. “Give me some kind of contact number?”

The taxi stops, and he points out the window with his thumb. “How about instead, we just do it right now?”

The vehicle is stopped in front of the tower. The taxi driver is already grousing, so as the two of you get out, you hiss at your best friend, “I can't believe you set me up! I didn’t mean now! I need more mental fortitude! Banner’s an Avenger! He knows Steve personally!”

“So do I!” Bucky says, affronted.

The taxi drives off as you glare at each other, and then he sticks his left elbow out like a frustrated chaperone. It’s manipulative in a really brilliant way, because he trusts you with the knowledge that there’s a metal weapon of war under all that fabric. You swallow your pride and tuck your hand in the nook he’s created for you, and he walks you inside.

“I thought you usually went through the side door?” you ask quietly as the two of you wait in the short security line.

“I didn’t want you to have time to change your mind.” Buck grins at you, right as the two of you are guided past the checkpoint and toward the bank of elevators.

“You’re really unbelievable-- and the worst part is, you know it!”

He just settles against the back wall of the elevator and looks smug. It’s midday, so the others who file into the elevator car with the two of you are all in business wear, and you feel intensely out of place in your casual skirt and blouse. Bucky, who is out of place practically anywhere, never manages to look anything but cool.

You settle against the wall beside him, but you must look nervous, because he bumps your shoulder with his as some of the office workers from the lower floors file out. Eventually, you’re the only two left, and Bucky speaks aloud asking to be taken to the floor where Banner’s lab is.

Shall I inform Dr. Banner of your impending arrival? the AI asks drily.

“What’s the fun in that?”

The rest of the trip is short. A few seconds after the two of you step out, Bucky stops you with a hand, his lips twisting apologetically.

“I’m gonna head to the apartment. This is private, and I want to respect that-- but you didn’t volunteer for this whole mess, so if you need an advocate, some of that fortitude you mentioned, just text me.”

You’re touched by this unexpected speech, but you also feel kind of adrift; this wasn’t what you’d expected your day to be like. There’s no chance to respond though, because Bucky ducks back into the elevator after gesturing toward the correct lab.

A surprised-looking man with salt and pepper curls opens the door to your knock, so you blurt out your name, explaining that Bucky Barnes had suggested you drop by.

“Oh! Oh, that’s great, come in, come in,” the man says, offering his hand to shake. “Bruce Banner. I hope Barnes passed on my sincere regrets about what happened?”

He didn’t (you hadn’t wanted to talk about it at all until you’d realized you had to ask about The Issue), so you don’t know what to say. Luckily, Banner has already hurried off to bring over a second chair beside the lab table he’s clearly been using as a desk.

“Have a seat. I should warn you, I’ve already got--”

He breaks off as a woman in a lab coat walks over with purpose. “All blood tests are completed.” They continue talking, but the voice of Steve Rogers behind you derails your attention.

“Dee?”

You spin around in shock. “I’m sorry, I had no idea you’d be here! Not that I would, of course, but Bucky-- Oh, my God,” you realize aloud. “Did you… tell him you were coming to the lab today?”

“No, I haven’t seen him since last night.”

“Actually, this is good,” Banner says, walking over to stand between the two of you with a placating hand held toward each. “I have some theories I’d love to expand on with a few blood and proximity tests. If you’re willing, of course.”

Proximity. You’d noticed last night that being in the same large room as Steve Rogers had mitigated some of the lesser symptoms you haven’t been brave enough to mention to anybody. The same thing is happening now, with the added complication of a really bizarre desire to move closer to him. Somewhere there’s a magnetism joke just begging to be told, but not by you.

“Is this scientific curiosity, or will it help figure out how to regulate this stuff?” Steve asks.

“My own exposure took care of the curiosity part,” Banner says, rubbing a knuckle against the side of his cheek.

“Wow, Bruce, I guess I figured the Hulk’s biology would have cleared that out for you,” Steve says, his expression a mask of concern. “At least you had more data for a solo expos--” He breaks off, embarrassment flushing his face as he looks over with dawning horror at the other occupant of the room.

“No worries, I was whisked home to my husband. We were happy to be part of the ‘control’ group,” the woman in the lab coat says with a bright smile.

“In the interests of reassurance, I’ll tell you I’m in a relationship, and that person and I, ah, handled things,” Banner says, occupying himself by studiously cleaning his glasses. “So yes, there’s data, both from the mitigation of my healing factor as well as the reactions of a wholly un-exposed partner.”

“It’s not often that I get to be a hero, but I think I’ll step in and ask if you’d be willing to give some blood while these two awkward it out? Doctor Lynette Lyonne, nice to meet you.”

You smile gratefully at Dr. Lyonne and nod. She seems like exactly the sort of down-to-Earth person to keep Banner focused.

“That’s a mouthful! I feel like if my dad met you, he’d be asking you if your parents had a limited budget for letters when you were born,” you say as you sit in the chair Dr. Lyonne indicates.

“Ooh, I haven’t heard that one in six months!”

You’re pretty sure the tourniquet that Dr. Lyonne puts on after that is the regular tightness, but you hold very still and keep things polite, just in case.

Dr. Lyonne leaves you alone in that side room after the blood test for a half hour , explaining that they need to keep you and Steve separated as they come up with some proximity tests to perform. You get it: they want to gauge various reactions between the two of you, but the anxiety you feel about being shoved into yet another situation beyond your control is almost making you sick.

Finally, the door opens and Banner ushers you out and down the hall to a different room. There’s a second, smaller space inside it made up of transparent walls and a vinyl ‘roof’ thing above it, and Steve Rogers is standing in there.

“We’ve rigged the room with all kinds of monitors, and if you are okay with it, I’d like to put some heart monitors and such on you. Steve is already rigged up with a microphone in case I need to tell you two anything, but I won’t be able to hear anything the two of you say. Steve?” Banner calls out, turning around and making some gesture you can’t see. In response, Steve lifts his shirt, showing that he does indeed have a series of medical patches connected to wires placed in various places on his splendid chest.

“Dr. Banner, you’re contaminating our results!” Dr. Lyonne objects, shoving a file folder over to block your view. “I guarantee that her heart rate just went up.”

“Shit, I didn’t think of that. Uhh…”

Grabbing Banner’s lapel mic, Dr. Lyonne leans into it and says, “Banner and Rogers, cover your eyes!” She grabs the patches and comes over. With her help, you unbutton your blouse and the two of you place them in record time. Under her breath, the doctor mutters, “Blessed with two of the most ethical red-blooded men on the planet, thank fuck…”

Two minutes later you’re closing the door of the half-room-sized enclosure they’d constructed, standing closer to Steve Rogers than you’d been since you’d met, nearly three weeks ago.

“Hi,” he says, clearly the most awkward person in the building. It’s absurdly charming.

“Hi,” you whisper back.

You’re both holding a clipboard with a pencil, and Steve nods at the one in your hand. “We’re supposed to fill out our initial reactions.”

There are two chairs placed twelve feet away but facing each other. Instead of sitting down, you plant a foot on the closest one and brace the clipboard on your knee. The questions are… a bit much, asking what your arousal level is (which is not zero, but you try having a zero arousal level around a man who can fuck like that) , how calm you’ve been in the last week, last twenty-four hours, and last hour before coming in the lab, stuff like that. They only take a minute or two to fill out, and when you’re done, you realize that there’s a stack of questions underneath that seem to be directed toward some kind of escalation.

Just what are they about to ask the two of you to do??

“I think they should have fitted you with the earpiece,” Steve says. You straighten up to see that he’s walking to the middle of the room. “They want us to stand six feet apart. Bruce? I don’t want to tell her what to do, okay? That’s--” Steve breaks off and frowns. “Yeah, I understand that, but--” Another pause, and then he sighs. “Okay.” To you, in the most gentle voice you’ve ever heard, Steve says, “There’s no time to grab another one that will work. Please forgive me if anything I say sounds close to-- Inappropriate. I’m not ordering you around. You have every right to say no.”

“This is to help people who might get stuck in a similar situation, right?” you ask, dragging the chair over so you can stand the requested distance away without having to walk over to retrieve it for clipboard-steadying. He nods. “Then it’s worth a little discomfort.”

In truth, the questions on the clipboard are perceptive, because this is the most comfortable you’ve felt in weeks. There’s something calming, something wonderful about being close to Steve. It’s as if you’d been wound more and more tightly the past few weeks, and finally, finally, you can relax. You’re certain it’s related to the drug, and you’re a bit worried about how much of yourself you’re going to put on display when you’re forced to admit that.

The two of you stand looking anywhere but each other, and after a few minutes of darting your eyes over to Steve and back to the floor, he says, “Clipboard time.”

You’re glad to have something to focus on other than whether you should be stealing glances of Captain America-- but then you start writing down your answers to the questions.

How much has your arousal level risen since the previous series of questions? 5%

How much has your comfort level risen or fallen since the previous series of questions? Risen 10%

Privately, you feel like that one is going to have bad data, because what’s 10% of ‘almost as comfortable around another person as I could be, despite the entire circumstances of our acquaintance?’

Do you feel an urge or compulsion to engage in sexual activity? Not really?

“Bruce, these questions!” Steve chokes out. He listens for a few seconds, and then says to you, “He says, and I quote, ‘We’re flying by the seat of our pants, here.’ No kidding!” Nodding as though he’d just heard something else in his earpiece, he then says, “Banner’s asking us to stand a foot apart now. And Dr. Lyonne wants me to tell you they printed a bunch of cards, so there are way more than they need.”

You drag your chair again, nodding. Given that there are something like twenty pages in the stack, you’re mollified. A little. Shit. The arousal thing is… definitely happening. A thought occurs to you, and you’re pretty sure you have an obligation to mention it.

Double shit.

“All right, can Banner hear me at all?” you say cautiously, seeking the mental fortitude you’d mentioned to Bucky. At Steve’s negative response, you nod. “Ok, one more round and then maybe they’ll ask us to stand close enough for that.”

Steve swallows hard. Both of you will clearly have different answers to the next set of questions.

“A little closer,” he whispers to you.

You startle slightly before moving toward him. It feels much closer than a foot, because there’s almost nowhere to look but Steve. He’s wearing jeans that fit him like a second skin, a tight gray tee, and an unbuttoned long-sleeve blue flannel, which feels distinctly unfair. Somehow he looks every bit as handsome wearing this casual get-up as he had the night before in his suit pants and blue jacket.

“You, uh--” He sounds upset, and you glance up. “Bruce says we need to be looking more at each other than not,” Steve offers with a wince.

“Right. Twist my arm, right?” you joke.

His brows furrow. “If you’re--”

“Steve! You’re handsome as hell. Not a hardship, is my point,” you tell him.

“They’re going to have to burn those forms,” you muse aloud. “In fact, c’mere.”

With a bravery borne out of guilt at ruining the findings, you walk right up to Steve and tug at his collar. He doesn’t resist, but he rests a hand on your bare lower arm. It feels as much of a comfort as a warning, and in the strangest way, it reinforces your need to call a halt to this farce.

“Bruce?” you say, lifting up to speak as closely to Steve’s earpiece as you can. Using Banner’s first name is deliberate, a hint at urgency you hope he’ll heed.

“He can hear you,” Steve murmurs. His mouth is close to your ear, and fuck, you’ve made a serious tactical mistake.

“Steve showed up to the restaurant last night,” you say as clearly as you can, given how fully immersed you are in everything Steve Rogers right now. He smells good, of soap and a hint of cologne or shaving cream, and he’s right there, gorgeous and obviously as affected as you are. His grip on your arm is just this side of painful, but you doubt he even realizes. “There’s--” you stop and clear your throat, because that one word was dangerously breathy. Steve’s clenched jaw and tightened grip sends your heart racing.

“The data is corrupted, she’s saying,” Steve breaks in. “Just mark down a hundred percent increase on everything and give us some privacy, will you?”

This is as much permission to push off and away from him as you need. It takes him a second to let go-- the look you exchange as he realizes this is electric.

“Bruce, do it.” The undercurrent of angry urgency in Steve’s tone has you scrambling at the door of your enclosure, and to hell with the clipboard and everything else.

You catch a glimpse of Banner and Lyonne leaving as you rush over to the window and press your overwarm hands to the glass, pulling in huge breaths like you’ve just run a marathon. Nearby footsteps on the tiled floor signal that Steve’s also left the quarantined testing zone.

“I’m--” You stop yourself. “I was going to say ‘I’m sorry,’ but I’m not. The data was already hopelessly corrupted.”

“Yeah,” he says.

“God, this is so screwed up. Do you know, this is the best I’ve felt in weeks?”

“You should be angry with me.”

“Why? Because I got confused, got lost in your apartment and put us in this position? Don’t be absurd.”

“I broke protocol,” Steve says in a hoarse voice. You turn around to see him shaking his head, his jaw set in a miserable line. “I was supposed to head to a quarantine room to get checked out. We get cleared and then we leave. Those rules are set up to prevent--”

You're not having it. “Does it help at all? To feel bad about it?”

“Does it help you to blame yourself?” Steve asks, walking forward, forcing you to listen by sheer command authority.

“Stop being a fucking leader, Steve, and just be a man, would you?” you snap, furious to incandescence that he’s drawing on his Cap persona at a time like this.

“Fine!” he thunders, and reaches out, catching your waist in one large hand as his momentum crashes the two of you into the wall by the window. You’re pinned there, both by his hips and his desperate expression, but Steve gathers the last scraps of his will, holding his hand up and away from where he’d been about to touch you, and fisting it. He closes his eyes tightly and says, “This isn’t me, I’m not--”

“So let’s figure out how to be ourselves and still live through this, yeah?” you say, moving to tug his fist over so you can kiss his knuckles. The raw contact is a pale shade of your previous ferocity under Mistress, but it’s still powerfully erotic. Steve lets out a tiny noise, but you don’t know him well enough to guess whether it’s a sound of distress or lust.

Then his eyes pop open and you suck in a breath at the intensity in his gaze. He’s nodding, turning the hand you’re clutching so he can slide it along your cheek and around to cup the back of your head.

“May I?” he breathes. He’s trembling. So are you.

“Please,” you whisper-- and Steve surges forward, tilting his head to capture your lips in an open-mouthed kiss. Everything about this moment is overwhelming, and you can do nothing but feel. You cling to his flannel, caught up in the exquisite sweetness of his kiss, the way he’s dominating you with his body but drawing you out and teasing you with his tongue. The tension of the past weeks melt away with the heat of Steve’s hand holding you still for him, each sizzling brush of his lips against yours burning through every question of propriety.

His other hand falls to your hips, gathering the fabric of your skirt in a needy fist like he needs more of an anchor than the touch of his lips against yours. The rock of Steve’s hips against you is ruinous, incendiary, delightful, destructive. Inside you, a furnace-dam breaks, unleashing a firestorm of pleasure that rushes straight to your core.

“Oh!” you gasp, breaking the kiss as you recognize what’s about to happen. “Oh, God, oh, thank God,” you babble, even as Steve sucks a frantic kiss to your neck. “Are you --?” you manage to ask.

His incoherent noises of assent against your neck sound just as broken and relieved as yours. You clutch at any part of Steve you can reach as he hitches your leg up to angle himself just right to rut against you. Remembering that he’d needed a personal connection last time, you coax him back into a deep, desperate kiss with a gentle caress through his hair.

Steve pulls back after a few seconds and presses his forehead against yours. Something inside you drags your eyes open, and as soon as you make eye contact, your orgasm sweeps through you, arching your back and drawing a low, satisfied moan from your throat.

“Yes,” Steve crows, and his hips thrust against you multiple times in rapid succession as he is taken by a release of his own. His free hand comes up to cup your face as he pants for breath, but it’s the way Steve holds your gaze through it all that completely strips your soul bare.

Next chapter...

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nburkhardt · 8 months

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5 Random Words Fic

Got tagged by @estrellami-1 and @i-less-than-three-you 🥰

Rules: generate 5 random words using this generator and then write something using those words! Tag 5 (or however many you want) mutuals to challenge! (If you don’t like your 5 words, try again. This is supposed to be fun!)

(Challenge/game originally from @a-little-unsteddie!)

My words: Capital, Something, Haste, Bandit & Neural (I’m switching neural to nerve btw)

There was something going on behind his back but he can’t quite figure it out. It was small enough that nothing was actually out of place but big enough for him to even notice anything wrong to begin with. Not that it was wrong per se, it was like something was being misplaced or maybe taken? But it wasn’t anything that important?

Eddie isn’t quite sure what to make of it, but given his place as second in command at the Capital, he needs to know what’s happening.

Wayne could possibly make him doing basic training again if he doesn’t figure out what the issue is.

“I don’t get it, Gare. Have you noticed anything?” He groans, taking a seat next to his friend.

Gareth shrugs, “Jeff and I did another round, found nothing wrong. Whatever is going on, it’s either being replaced immediately or whatever is being taken isn’t important to any of us.”

“You think it’s what, someone stealing?” He rolled his eyes, “Like what, a bandit around here? That’s impossible, Gareth! Ever since Wayne took over, we’re very fair and generous! If, if someone needed help we’d-”

“Look, you keep having that freakish feeling whenever this thing happens. There’s no issues around the place, nobodies dying and it seems like everything is in its place. So what could be going on? It’s gotta be a someone stealing and replacing it!” Gareth crossed his arms, looking at him with a glare, “unless you’ve been playing us and making us look like idiots for your own amusement”

Eddie snorted, shaking his head and patting Gareth’s arm, “I’m not, I swear, why waste our time with a silly game of-”

They’re both jolted out of their seats by the loud alarms going off, they quickly get up and start running.

“Do not say I told you so right now!”

Gareth snorted, throwing up a middle finger behind him as they run.

In their haste to find the others and the cause of the alarm, they failed to notice a person slipping by them and out the door.

They only slow down once the notice not just Jeff, Frankie and Chrissy standing by the main entrance but also Wayne.

“Please tell me no one is dead” is the first thing out of Eddie’s mouth, judging by Chrissy’s eye roll and Frankie’s snort, there thankfully, isn’t anyone dead.

Wayne’s serious demeanor breaks a little by the crack of a smile but still keeps the serious look on his face, “no one is dead, but there was a few things stolen. My boy, aren’t you supposed to be in charge of this problem?”

“Wayne!” Eddie whined, “I am, but everything so far has been in its place every time I check!”

The group all roll their eyes at him, “Not this time, a few pieces of jewelry was taken, your late mother’s ring and my grandfather’s near priceless necklace.”

Eddie’s heart dropped, their family heirlooms?! He could’ve sworn his mother’s ring was locked away in his room! “What idiot had to nerve to steal from us?”

Steve’s heartbeat was fast as he makes his way over to the next town, it’s been a long few hours but he couldn’t handle doing a trade within the capital this time.

Taking these pieces was a huge risk and he knew it but he needs the money. It’s his last time and attempt to make the offer, if the dealer takes and hands the money over to him, he’ll breathe easier and hopefully; his family actually survives.

He didn’t want to turn to stealing but after his siblings got sick, he had to. It was the only way. Their parents are shit and he couldn’t just stand around as both his twin and little brother got the worse and worse. Currently, he hopes at least, Robin is doing a little bit better. But Dustin has been in bed for a week straight now, even their Aunt Claudia can’t figure out what it is.

It was the last resort. He had to steal even if he tried his hardest to replace the items if they were worth next to nothing. Wasn’t too hard to get in and out of the Capital building anyway, with the Munsons being genuinely good and open.

It makes him feel a little bad for all the stealing. But it’s nothing on him panicking at his siblings health.

“I’m sorry boy, but this piece?” His dealer, Rick, jiggles the necklace again “it’s worth the money but I can’t accept it. Everyone knows it’s the Munson’s. I’d imagine they’re already letting everyone know”

Steve hope dies a little as he slumps against the counter, “what about the ring? That wasn’t even in the safe! Come on, Rick, I need the money!”

Rick held up the ring again, it’s a beautiful ruby with black gold accents.

He couldn’t believe it when he saw it, just under a simple glass case with no alarm attached to it. Not even a lock, just sitting on a shelf in the random room he hid in after grabbing the bracelet.

“Yeah this could be worth something, maybe a few hundred.” Rick nods to himself and slipped the ring back in the box, “deal?”

“Just a few hundred? But I need more!” The bills piling on their table back at home was definitely more than a few hundred, “are you absolutely sure about that bracelet?”

Rick opened his mouth, then snapped it shut as he paled. Dropping the bracelet on the floor and shoving the box away from him, “actually, boy, I can’t do either”

Steve looked at him confused, “what? You just said it was-”

He jerked when he was roughly shoved against the counter, eyes widening as he’s met with Eddie Munson. “Gotta hand it to you, managing to steal from us- from me, is impressive.”

“I-”

Eddie shook his head, a small ‘tsk-tsk’ coming out of his mouth. He let go of him and grabbed the box, “This? This is mine.”

His heart was beating fast, that ring was supposed to get him- get Dustin the help he needed. And now it’s being shoved into Eddie’s pocket, “But I need the money!” He blurts out and cringes at how whiney he sounds.

Eddie scruffs and let’s go of him, stepping away and crossing his arms, “oh, for what? Drugs? Payment back to some other shady person? You like all the other bandits and idiots?” He looks him up and down, “sure don’t look like them”

Steve looks away, his cheeks burning and his hands shaking. “Wish it was that simple” he mutters to himself, he wouldn’t be here at all if it was drugs he needed.

“What was that?”

“I said,” Steve shook his head, “I wish it was that simple, look, can I go? Rick wouldn’t take the necklace and you already took the damn ring back.” He grits his teeth, holding back a breakdown he’s absolutely ready to have.

Eddie frowned, seeing the guy tense up and red marks form on his arm from his own hands. “Uh, yeah, but don’t come anywhere near the capital building again. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, yep. Got it.” Steve nodded, blinking hard to stop the tears, already thinking; Not with Dustin’s health issues and Robin’s panicking. “Like I’ll be able to go anywhere” he muttered out, making his way away from his last hope.

He can feel eyes on him as he manages to hold himself together, putting off the inevitable until he’s out of sight and alone. Once he’s completely out of sight of Eddie, he lets the tears fall.

“Good job, Steve, you’re even a shit bandit” he huffs a pathetic laugh as he roughly wipes his eyes, “can’t even make enough to help your brother”

Making his way into the alley, he finds a spot out of sight to continue his pity party before he has to go home and figure out a new plan. Pulling his legs up against his chest, he tries to blink away the tears and hold his sobs in.

Hiding his face in his knees, he doesn’t quite hear the footsteps come up to him. Moving his head to rub his arm against his eyes, he finally notices the feet next to him.

Freezing, he looks up, finding Eddie Munson.

“So, Steve,” Eddie shoves his hands in his pockets, “I’m a little curious, if you were just stealing for drugs you wouldn’t be having a breakdown beside a dumpster.”

“how would you know?” He bites out, “my dealer could’ve left”

Eddie laughs, “yeah, I’m sure this is the reaction someone has after getting their fix. Come on,” he held out a hand and Steve eyed it, “I’m not going to hurt or arrest you.”

That didn’t exactly ease anything but this is a low moment for him, so he grabs it and Eddie easily helps him up.

“So?”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a smile, “So, what?”

“Why are you out here, you already got your jewelry back and you think I’m doing drugs” he crossed his arms, ignoring how hot his face feels from both his breakdown and the fact that Eddie hasn’t moved away from him.

“I told you I’m curious,” Eddie shrugged, taking a step back only to lean against the wall, “I overheard you say something about being a shit bandit, it got me interested. So, what lead you to stealing?”

Steve mirrors him and leans against the dumpster, looking at him for a second before sighing and tipping his head back. Closing his eyes for a second, “It was my last decision, my parents are shit and my aunt’s job doesn’t pay enough for my siblings. So, I resorted to stealing because my brother is getting worse”

He refuses to actually look at Eddie now, knows the look he’ll get. It’s the same look he’s been getting for weeks now, almost months now. Always “oh you poor boy” and “maybe it’s time to give up” from neighbors and strangers alike because they think Dustin won’t survive.

“Oh man” Eddie whispers and Steve can only hear it because of how quiet it is in the ally, Eddie clears his throat and out of the corner of his eye sees Eddie shift, “Is he sick? Is he dying? That’s why you were stealing?”

“He’s not dying!” He snapped with a glare, his hands in fists, “He’s- he’s going to be okay. I just, just gotta,” his eyes are watery again and he takes in a sharp breath, “he’s not dying!”

“Yeah, yeah, of course.” Eddie has his hands raised and inching closer to him, “he’s not dying and I’m going to help, okay? I’ll help you.”

He shakes his head, let’s out a laugh or maybe a sob, he can’t tell anymore, “oh yeah? How?”

“I’m not sure, yet! But I can help, come on, let me help you.”

Entering the Capital building in the main entrance is a bit strange, especially after all the times he’s entered by windows and side doors. It was even more jarring to be entering with Eddie Munson.

“Eddie, who’s this?”

He nearly jumped at the new voice, looking behind them to find Wayne Munson coming up to them. He paled at seeing him, knowing he stole from this man and that his nephew is standing next to him who caught him stealing.

“Oh! Wayne, this is Stevie, he’s a new friend” Eddie spun around and pulled him closer to him, “I’m helping him and his brother out”

Wayne only raised an eyebrow at Eddie before looking at Steve, then he looked back at Eddie, “This the one who stole?”

Eddie gasped dramatically, tightening his arm around him, “Wayne! Of course not, I just so happened to catch him having a moment of weakness. Now i’m off to show him around and then we’re going to his place and-”

“Son, you ramblin’ like that gives ya away. What’s going on?” Wayne interrupted him, shaking his head and crossing his arms, “Be honest now”

Eddie felt Steve tense up as he squeezed his shoulders before moving his arm, “Uncle, look. Could we possibly talk about this in my room?”

Wayne’s face grows concerned, looking back and forth between him and Steve before nodding. Eddie smiles and grabs Steve’s hand to lead them towards his room, once inside Eddie only lets go of Steve’s hand to close his door and set the ring back in its place.

“Eddie,” Wayne eyes the ring and then at Steve who’s focus is only on the glass case again, “Ya think I’m gonna believe that ya just helping him out?”

“Look sir, I’m-”

“Wayne, I’m serious-”

Eddie and Steve looked at each other and Wayne shook his head at both of them, “Steve, was it? If ya did steal from us, be honest”

Steve paled and nodded, his heart sinking already. “I’m sorry sir”

“Wayne, we can’t punish him,” Eddie shifted to stand closer to Steve, “I have the jewelry, isn’t- can’t we let him go?”

Wayne sighed, knowing his nephew’s bleeding heart, “Steal anything else?”

Steve cringed, pulling his arms up to wrap around himself, focusing his eyes on the glass case to avoid looking at either Munson. “Yes, sir”

“For good reason, Wayne!”

“How much?” Wayne ignored Eddie and stared at Steve, watching as the boy gripped his arm harder and blink several times, clearly trying to get tears away. “How much did you steal?”

“A few pieces of jewelry, sir.”

Wayne raised an eyebrow and looked at Eddie hand up in question, “and how much did you get”

Steve cleared his throat, “about two hundred, sir.” He avoided their gazes but looked around to catch a peek, Eddie frowning and Wayne sending Eddie a pointed look. “I- I still have it”

“Steve no,” Eddie took a step closer, “Wayne you don’t- Wayne, his brother is sick. He needs the money and the stuff he stole- they aren’t that important to us”

It was silent and Eddie felt his face get hot, he looked away from Steve and back at his uncle, “it’s okay, I swear, the dealer he was selling to is caught- he’s being arrested as we speak. I have the pieces we cherish most back. Now,” he spins back around not waiting for Wayne’s response, “I’m going to help Steve and his family, got it?”

Three Months Later

There was something going on, Eddie can already tell and a smile is forming as the giggling behind him gets louder. He’s not sure what it is but he can’t wait to find out what it is.

The giggling is right behind him and he spins, his face breaking into a wide smile at the brothers in a pose to grab him standing there. Robin and Jeff next to them rolling their eyes but smiling.

“My loves!”

Steve and Dustin grinning wide as Eddie throws his arms around them, holding them close and his smile is starting to hurt his face as Steve presses a kiss to his cheek.

~~~

So. Uh. This wasn’t supposed to be this long and if I keep going it won’t stop. So! Here’s a thing that doesn’t have an exact time period, it’s definitely not set in the 80s and I went and switched roles up. OH AND IMPORTANT INFORMATION: Steve & Robin are a year apart, Dustin is the baby of the family. Don’t ask me what his issue was it was serious tho. Eddie’s a few years older than Steve. They got together only once Dustin was completely healthy. Eddie totally fell first and Steve wasn’t very far behind him. (Eddie also fell harder toooo)

Also I know the ending is kinda blah haha sorry like I said it wouldn’t end 🤣

No pressure tags: @simplebtromance @tartarusknight @zerokrox-blog @steddieas-shegoes @eriquin

TAGLIST:

@spectrum-spectre @itsfreakingbats @mysticcrownshipper @artiststarme @thereindeerlady @justforthedead89 @ronniescontinuum @freyaforestafay @littlewildflowerkitten @estrellami-1 @gregre369 @bookworm0690 @flustratedcas @carlprocastinator1000 @marvelmwah @solliesolesito @navnae @grimmfitzz @strangersteddierthings

#steddie #steddie fic #steve x eddie #nburkhardt writes #stranger things fic #steddie au #seriously sorry for that chopped ending #I was seriously losing the plot #it’s a weird vibe tbh #steve harrington #eddie munson

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deathofpeaceofmiiind · 1 month

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messier // one

Tell me, tell me, something that I don't know already cause baby, you can talk in circles for hours, make a good day sour

I woke up around 9am on my day off, feeling the sunshine through my window. My body cracked and popped as I stretched before rolling out of bed. I was so drained from my last set of shifts that all I wanted to do was lay in bed, but I had practice in an hour. I made my way down to the kitchen, poured myself some coffee before I sat down with my sister Olivia. Her brown hair was up in a messy bun and she wore workout gear, probably off to another pilates class.

My sister and I were complete opposites. She was quite girly and loved everything pink, I preferred purple and watching sports. While her hair was a nice chocolate brown, I dyed mine jet black all the time. Her skin was golden with freckles while mine was freckled and kissed with tattoos. She’d ask me to wear a dress and I’d wear one…as long as I could wear it with a pair of vans. Only thing we shared was our bright green eyes and sarcastic attitudes. “Are you going to eat?” “Nah.” I yawned, “I’ll eat after practice.” “I don’t know how you can practice on an empty stomach. I’d be throwing up halfway through.” “You just learn to keep it down.” Olivia laughed as I took a sip of my coffee. “What’s on the schedule today?” “Nothing really, Carson has practice tonight at 7pm.” She replied before a deep groan escaped her, “I can’t stand the new assistant coach he has this season though.”

My eyebrow raised, I had seen so many new people at the rink lately so I had wondered if I had run into them yet. “Who is it again?”

“Ugh, his name is Matt or Mark I can’t remember.” Olivia said rolling her eyes, making me chuckle a little bit. When she didn’t like someone she wasn’t scared to express it. “He plays on his own team and I guess he’s in a band now so I can tell he doesn’t really care. He’s been hard on Carson for no reason.”

“I can take him today if you want? I’ll gladly give this guy a piece of my mind if he starts anything.” I offered as I finished my coffee. I wasn’t about to let some moron be a bully to my nephew.

Olivia licked her lips as she flashed her eyes at me, gearing up for backhanded comment. “Not sure how helpful you’ll be because he’s definitely your type...he’s an asshole.”

“That used to be my type.” I protested but she just got up and shook her head at me. I had to admit, men who had big ego’s and were total douchebags used to drive me crazy. It had also been so long since I’ve been attracted to a man so I have no idea what my type is now. Dating hasn’t crossed my mind once since I moved here.

“Okay, I’ll see if that still holds true after you see him.” I rolled my eyes and went to get ready for practice. I threw on some leggings, a white tank top with a Dallas Stars hoodie over it. I said goodbye to Olivia before I stuffed my feet into my slides before heading out to my car. For the first time in a while I was dreading practice. Part of me just wanted to stay home and say I was sick but, I had this gut feeling that I should go anyway.

Fuck, I wish I stayed home.

The rink was busy when I got there, and a little too loud for my liking. Normally the noise level didn’t bother me, but it was louder than usual. We usually practice when the kids were in school so I was confused why it was so full for a Friday. I turned towards the dressing room and saw all the girls standing outside of it with their gear. None of them looked happy at all. “What’s going on?” “One of the boys teams didn’t get the memo we have practice now so they’re taking their time leaving.” Stacie replied looking at her watch. “I told Taylor to not say anything, but she did anyway…so now we’re paying for it.” “Who is it?” I asked as I mentally listed all the teams who played here. “The spitfires. They have some new guy who ditched his other team to join them. He’s …” “Hot?” Stacie shook her head, “kinda, but he’s such a dick. He coaches one of the bantam teams and he’s also in a band.” As I was about to reply to her all the guys walked out, looking us up and down. One of these had to be Carson’s coach. I felt uncomfortable getting stared at like I was a piece of meat so I crossed my arms over my chest. They all left one by one but the last guy came walking out like he owned the place, causing a chorus of eye rolls from all of us. My breath hitched as he got closer to me and our eyes locked, making me realize they were brown with flecks of gold. His light brown hair was tucked under a hat, just sitting below his shoulders. I didn’t care for men with long hair, but his was doing something to me.

Fuck he was hot.

“Nice hoodie.” My eyes flashed down to my hoodie and back over to him, noticing he was wearing the same one. My face grew hot watching him take a final look at me before walking away.

“See what I mean?” “Yeah…total dick.” I muttered but I was drawn to him like a moth to a flame. I watched him until he was out of my sight, walking into the dressing room knowing I’d be focused on anything but hockey.

#fanfic #bad omens #matt dierkes

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mattress-ing · 5 months

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Turning human (in a zombie apocalypse (pretty sure that's not supposed to happen))

500~ word SL!Zombiecleo drabble, contains spoilers for up to session 8, body horror, mentions of drowning

Another copy/paste notes app drabble, here be grammar mistakes

If there's one thing Cleo didn't expect, it was turning human in a zombie apocalypse.

She’d died a zombie. All the usual bits out of place in the way they always were -really, their decaying body wasn’t that hard to keep running once they figured out how to tell the difference between this decay spot needs air and this decay spot needs to be wrapped for a few weeks. Not feeling anything helped.

Unfortunately, having an extra exit for the water in their lungs didn’t help when there was no air around to replace it.

Bonus mental note: they still have to breathe.

They’d meant to test that one in a more controlled environment eventually but answers are answers they suppose.

When Cleo wakes up, breathing sharply for a few moments, she knows instantly that something’s off.

Her left lung usually makes a hissing sound when she breathes- stray arrows, everyone’s been there. And it doesn’t feel. Neither of them do. Or at least, they didn’t.

She goes to touch her lung. On a bad day, one where her body seems extra keen on decaying, she’s found a quick lung squeeze can help the air go in and out a little easier. She's become quite adept at blood and guts. Mostly her own.

Sighing, and closing their eyes to focus on ignoring the nauseating waves of pain, they put their fingers to their ribs, poking for any exit or entrance wounds. Somewhere to just get in and get after it. After a moment, they frown, and look down. It’s rare they’re completely healed and they’d been pretty sure there was an unhealed arrow wound somewhere in the chest area.

There’s skin.

Cleo opens their mouth but, before making a noise, decides that having skin is something people don’t scream about. She sits there for a moment, and brings a hand up to her face. Her mouth feels weird too now that she’s thinking about it. There's no more breeze from her left cheek filtering over her teeth when she moves.

“Huh.”

All of a sudden, her stomach rumbles and she pinpoints one source of the pain in her... everywhere. Hunger.

It’s jarring. And it seems to only get worse when she names it. Her stomach is cramping from its emptiness and it sends waves of pain through her lungs, stuttering her breathing. Breathing that she was already having trouble with.

It’s been so long since her body has been this kind of a problem. It’s surprisingly easy to intuitive what her body needs when she can see some of her organs. Now it’s all guess work and her faint memories of being alive.

They struggle, using clumsy fingers to pull a piece of bread out of their bag. When it hits their tongue, surprised and overwhelmed tears well in their eyes. It tastes. It’s subtle. But it's there, it's so beautiful. And when it, and another piece, and another are down, they feel full.

They feel full.

Cleo laughs, and cries, and takes a singular bite out of an apple, not because they’re hungry, but because they can taste it. They can feel the crunch like before, but it's combined with the wash of sweet apple juice to her mouth like a golden sunset.

Before their face has dried they stand, knees and hips and bones protesting their skin as they grip the apple to bruising, relearning to walk. It’s the unworking of years of decay in all at once. They press on.

She looks in the mirror. There, in the midst of the pink flesh of her flushed face, yellow eyes.

Her blood, only recently renewed, runs cold. She narrows her eyes.

She may be human now, but there’s still a zombie apocalypse outside. They're dying quicker than her, victory is within her grasp.

They draw their sword, and step out into the sun. They can taste it.

#secret life smp #secret life #zombiecleo #Tried something new #let me know what y'all think

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broken-clover · 7 months

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2- Stars

Technically this one was gonna be for a different fandom, but 80% of the way through I thought it didn't fit the theme well enough and relocated it. Despite it being a little more spur-of-the-moment, I'm still happy with how this one turned out!

Today's is a little fluffy date piece with Giovanna and Ramlethal. Please note that while I intend to make the usage of constellations as realistic as possible, with how hemispheres work and where different easy-to-see nebulae are located I ended up taking a bit of artistic liberties. A little ironic, since I've got a whole headcanon about Giovanna being autistic about space. Oh well...

“There. It’s riiiight…”

Ramlethal felt the hand around her wrist direct her finger westward until it was pointed at a cluster of spots.

“There. That’s the Carina Nebula. It’s one of the easier ones to see, so it’s a good spot to start with.”

If she squinted into the night sky, she could swear there was a tiny hint of red between the whitish dots. “That’s it up there? Wow…”

“Pretty view, huh? Told ya that Illyria’s got too many lights to see the really good stuff.”

Of course, Ram was half-sure that part of the reason she’d been invited to a scenic hilltop at night was as a dramatic romantic gesture, but Giovanna wasn’t wrong in that regard, either. She hadn’t been aware of the sheer amount of color that was visible in the night sky.

“So what’s in it?”

“‘What’s in it?’ Geez, Ram, what isn’t in it?” An elbow playfully nudged her in the side. “It’s got a whole bunch of open clusters, it’s got the most luminous star in the Milky Way, and it’s got these things called Wolf-Rayet stars in ‘em, so that probably speaks for itself why I like looking at it.”

Ram laughed, and Rei perked up, unsure if the mention of wolves involved her or not. She lowered her head again with a huff, and Giovanna scratched her between the ears. She ducked back under the legs of her telescope, delicately twisting the knobs and slightly moving the position. “I’m gonna scoot over a little, there’s another one that looks really good through the scope.”

While her girlfriend worked, Ram looked back up at the sky. She had already lost track of where she’d been directed to before, but any part of the sky was nice. After a few casual outings, she knew enough to spot a few patterns. The summer triangle, Aquila and Cygnus branched off from it, Sagittarius. She still wasn’t quite sure that they looked like swans and people and snakes and horse-men, but it was easy to get swept up in Giovanna’s excitement when she showed them all off.

“I know they’re big,” Ram said. “I know they only look so small because they’re so far away. But it still feels like I could pluck a few out with my fingers and hand them to you.”

“Heh! Well, then we’d have a biiiig problem, because now there’s a giant ball of plasma burning everything.”

“I’d do it anyway. If you asked me to.” She replied, only for her face to scrunch as she broke out into more laughter. “I’m sorry, that was very corny.”

“Very. But I like corny. Speaking of…”

Giovanna gestured for her to approach, still staring into the scope. The Valentine squeezed in close. “What are we looking at?”

“Here, put your eye up to the lens.” Gio took a step back, allowing the other to take her place. “Don’t jostle it too much. You see that big glowing spot? That’s the ring nebula.”

There was something round and bluish right off-center in the telescope’s view. “It’s shaped differently from the other one.”

“Yep! That one’s made of an old star that’s breaking down. It’s changing into a white dwarf and dumping old parts of itself all over while it does.”

“So…that one’s dying?”

“All of ‘em do, after enough millions of years,” she nodded. “But all the stuff they shed flies around space and ends up making new ones.”

Ram went quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. “You don’t think that’s sad?”

“Sad? Maybe a little.” Giovanna sat back on the hillside. “I think it’s cool. Every star’s made of pieces of old ones. Sometimes they make other stuff. Y’know, all the stuff on earth originally came from space. Plants and rocks and water ‘n all that. People too. We’ve all got little pieces of space in us.”

Ramlethal continued staring through the telescope. She wondered how far away the stars had to be. She wondered how bright it had to be in order to be seen from so far away.

“I wasn’t made the way humans were. Are there still pieces of space in me, too?”

“Probably.”

It wasn't a very convincing answer. She continued to look. Behind her, she could hear both Giovanna and Rei moving around.

“Hey. Ram. Look at me real quick.”

Reluctantly, she did, and as soon as she turned, there was something warm against her face. The suddenness made it difficult to process, and as soon as she tried, something else wet slobbered along her arm.

“Rei, down!” Giovanna stepped back from the kiss to lecture the dog. “I had a moment going! I was gonna- augh…” She put a hand over her face. I was gonna do a thing where I went ‘well here, you can have a little of mine,’ but now the whole thing just feels weird.”

It was a little weird, but Ram thought it was weird in a good way. “I like that you tried.”

“I just didn’t want this whole thing to end up bumming you out.”

She nodded. “I get it. But I’m having fun. I like spending time with you.”

The two of them sat down together, using Rei as a pillow and watching the stars as they continued to twinkle.

“Can I ask you a question, Giovanna?”

“Eh? Yeah, always. What’s up?”

“Why was the ring nebula corny? I’m still confused.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then snickered to herself. “It’s- y’know what? Let’s wait a couple years ‘n come back to it.”

“It’s going to take me that long to figure it out?”

“Nah, it’s just that with how much I paid, it’s gonna take me a while to save up.”

“...I still don’t get it…”

“Heh. Ask your sister.”

#Frog Writes #Comfortober #guilty gear #giovanna #ramlethal valentine #gioram

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nyccx · 2 months

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Super rich kids with nothing but lose ends

Draco Malfoy x Reader

This story is inspired by this song

((One of my favs))

Also this is my first story on heree

You were getting ready with Pansy, because you two were supposed to go out with the guys. Every one knew what you were going to do. “Should I bring my books to study?” You asked,even though you already knew the answer. “Is that a joke or something you know we always say we’re going to study and then just drink some shit and forget what we’re supposed to do.” Pansy answered while applying her new perfume. “I knoww but I thought we might actually study this time, Snape is on my ass with all those exams, I thought he liked the Slytherin kids more but he seems to just really hate me.” You moaned. “Noo you get it all wrong he hates everyone he just hates you the most.” She said laughing. “Wow thanks a lot now I feel better.” You laughed. “No problem,btw are you done yet Draco and Mattheo are waiting.” She said reading the text she got from them. “Yea sure but what about Blaise,Enzo,Theo,Tom and Reggie?” You asked. “they’re getting the stuff yk also lets go outside nowww.” She whined. “Alrr sorry for making you wait so long for your dray dray.” You said while basically dying of laughter. “Yea right cuz I’m the one missing draco over the holidays.” She protested . “Oh shut up and let’s goo.” You replied.

As you got to your fav hang out spot you could already smell the weed Theo probably brought, you sat besides between Enzo and Blaise (mostly cuz the were the most chill and didn’t care about ur raging crush on Draco). Draco stood up and offered you a glass of wine they brought. You asked him what whine it was he didn’t know and even if he knew he was probably too drunk to even pronounce the name,if he was only half as drunk he would probably not even be able to speak to you. After some drinks and some talking you noticed how Blaise and Theo were hyping Draco up, you didn’t quite get why but u thought it was quit funny and you couldn’t stop staring cuz his hair was so MMM and his hands were so AAAAAH and don’t get me started on his eyess. After some time of actually listening to what they said you were even more confused because Theo was always telling Draco he could cut his confidence in half and still have to much so you didn’t get why he was now basically screaming at him that he was usually so confident he should just go for it so you were like totally confused, but after like 15 minutes of them hyping draco up Draco got up and said, “alright but y’all owe me,because this is going to be wayy to embarrassing if it doesn’t go how y’all said.” And they just nodded. Then he walked towards you and asked if he could talk to you in private for a bit and you agreed.

So you went with him and as soon as you were out of hearing distance he just couldn’t stop talking “Okayy so I know you probably got a crush on Enzo or something but you are like the best thing that ever got in my life cuz even if I tried I can’t stop thinking about you and believe me I tried since second year so I just had to get it out and I know your probably gonna reject me cuz I’m not your type but I love you and I just had to say it cuz my thoughts of you were just eating me up soo yeaa.” And for a second you just didn’t know what to say,so you just grabbed him by his shirt and gave him a kiss after while you opened your mouth basically giving him the permission to slide his tongue in,and so he totally did when you both stoped you just said “I love you.” And what happened next was a blur cuz everyone was pretty drunk.

The next morning you woke up looked up and you were about to scream until you saw Draco beside you.

Later after everyone was awake Pansy showed you the video she secretly made cuz you totally forgot and after that day there wasn’t a day that draco wasn’t there.

#draco malfoy #draco x reader #draco x y/n #draco x you #slytherin #slytherin gang #Spotify

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xazse · 2 years

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Scaramouche x M!reader

NSFW!! Warnings: Collage au! kinda long! Thigh fucking!

Music blaring in your ear, the ringing is consist and never ending. The crowded sea of sweaty (gross) bodies, you’re trying to make your way to where your friends are but finding it impossible to push through the herds of groups. Drinks are spilling everywhere with shaky hands of those who are quite literally jumping to the beat.

After one final push you make it to your group, one glance and you can already tell their plastered. They see you and Imedityly start spewing up a storm of “glad you’re here!” “You finally made it dude” “about damn time” one offers you a drink and you gladly take it out of his hand, Tonight you decided you don’t wanna get completely wasted since you have some more work to do when you get back to the dorms. You’ll relax for now and catch up with your friends it’s been awhile since you’ve all gathered together like this and moments like these you’ll take in to reminisce on.

After a bit while you’re a little tipsy and the air is getting stuffy in here.

“Gonna go outside for a bit, need some air” you yell to one of your friends, he nods in your direction and you push through the bodies once again. There’s a few people outside, some look like they’re waiting for rides and.. there’s some dude passed out drunk on the yard. Your about to take a few steps towards him until a voice stops you.

“Don’t- he’s fine.” You look back to see the source of the voice and god he is a pretty one. His hair is a little longer and a purple hue- (probably dyed it), he’s rather on the short side. You’d most definitely would mistake him for a girl if you randomly seen him on the street, but his voice gives it away indicating he’s 100% a dude.

“He doesn’t look fine though.. I’ll just check up on him.” You mumble out to the man “he’s with a few other people- they said they’re coming out in a minute so I’m waiting and watching over him, so please don’t” he quickly responds very much irritated. You have half a mind to ask him what the hell is his problem but you advise against it not wanting to ruin your night, so you walk over to the bench beside the front door and sit down.

A few minutes pass and the pretty man is exchanging a few words with some people you assume to be with the unconscious man you can’t quite hear their conversation but you put 2 and 2 together when they’re dragging the drunk man to their car. The pretty man walks over towards the bench and sits down as well letting out a loud sigh.

“Rough day?” You question glancing at him, “Yup, this is why I detest parties, I always end up having to look after someone” you’ve never actually heard someone use the word detest literally- well unless their old. You fix your posture a little and turn towards him, “so what’s your name?”

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You learn that the strangers name is Scaramouche but he Insisted you call him scara for short. So here you are in one of the upstairs bathroom having a full on makeout session with scara a person you met 40 minutes ago.

Your both in the bathroom using the toilet as a seat, with him sitting on your lap. hands gripping and pinching at his thighs. Your tongue is twirling and swirling with his at a fast rate, hot open mouthed kisses leaving behind strings of saliva. Everything is so messy, barely any words are being exchanged between the both of you, the party music is still blaring in the background.

He’s grinding his crotch against yours, getting that good friction that’s making him pant into your mouth. Your pants are getting tighter and tighter— cock straining against your zipper. You can tell by the way he’s grinding down even harder that he’s getting close to his orgasm, his body shivers and he lets out a loud yelp of your name into your mouth. He stops kissing you to bask in the aftershocks of the orgasm lying his head on your shoulder, taking deep breaths in and out, you grip his slim waist and keep grinding him against your cock.

“N..no I already..” he slurs out “I didn’t get to cum yet though scara” you give a little peck to his lips. You let go of his waist to unbuckle and let yourself out, you can feel his eyes on your cock noticeably sizing you up. “Can’t do penetration since I don’t have the right things to prep you with” you mumble close to his ear.

Flipping him around so he’s not facing you anymore, you open his thighs a little and close them around your cock. “So I’ll use your thighs” you slowly start pushing your cock up and down, when you notice he’s comfortable enough you speed up your ministrations. Groaning low Into his ear, he’s taken to stroke his cock as you use his thighs like he’s some kind of toy, everything feels amazing and you feel your cock twitching.

Giving his thighs a hard squeeze you finally cum, spurting on his cock and a little on his chest. You both lean back and collect your breaths ignoring the people banging at the door to use the bathroom.

#scaramouche smut #genshin smut #scaramouche x reader #ScaramoucheX #ZsWorks

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enigmatist17 · 4 months

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Here is my piece for the Moon Knight Mystery Swap ran by @tiptapricot !

I know I'm a little late on the draw, but this piece is for my gift-ee @blueberryrock :)

I hope you enjoy!

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It was supposed to be just a regular training session, just to loosen up and let off some steam from a job well done.

It's a bit funny of thinking of their workouts as such a simple thing, instead of training on how to better keep themselves uninjured in the field.

Tonight had started that way, the two Avatar’s heading to a warehouse Marc rented for their sessions. No regular gym could quite handle their powers without significant property damage, as they had all learned when Layla accidentally sent a barbell through the roof of Marc’s old gym after Marc insisted on becoming her trainer.

Very fun times he is not likely to forget anytime soon, much to her chagrin.

Layla was matching his moves beat for beat, her tied back curly hair bouncing as she ducked and weaved around bound fists. Marc can see the faint shine that envelopes her body as they spar, evidence of the power she was still learning to fully control, and he can’t help but think she’s beautiful.

She had never stopped being beautiful, despite everything he had done to almost ruin their marriage.

“You’re staring at me again.” Layla grins as she ducks a punch, popping up behind Marc and twisting one arm behind his back, while using a leg to force Marc down onto his knees.

“Am I?” Layla laughed as she pressed down harder, only to grunt in surprise when the other quickly jerked to the side, her back hitting the mat in the blink of an eye as Marc pins her wrists down against the ground.

“Mhm, absolutely.” Marc rolled his eyes as he kept Layla pinned, the two panting as they took the moment to catch their breath. “Not that I mind.”

“I would hope not.” Marc scoffed, trying to respond nonchalantly as he adjusted his grip, but Layla saw how his eyes took on a silver shine along with a faint dusting of pink on his cheeks.

They’re not sure how it had begun to happen, maybe dying and coming back was the biggest reason, but Layla thought the shine was beautiful the few times she’d been able to get Marc or Steven flustered. It was easy with Steven, the Brit reminding Layla of a nocturnal animal looking into some headlights as they chatted in the kitchen, or relaxed in his flat after a night of crime fighting. Marc was less likely to show his own discomfort, that frown she knew by heart almost able to overtake the shine through what had to be sheer willpower.

“Your eyes say otherwise.” Layla lifted her head to get closer, their noses barely brushing against each other as Marc swallowed, eyes darting around the room for a moment before focusing back on her.

It was enough of a distraction for his grasp to loosen, and Layla took the moment to force her arms upright, causing Marc to let out a surprised noise before falling over to his side.

“I take it, I won?” Marc grumbled as she laughed, propping herself onto her side as the other sat up with a roll of his silvered eyes.

“I guess this can be considered a win.” His slight Chicago accent slipped through as he nudged her playfully, a rarity to hear to those who Marc did not trust. “Want to do another round?”

“Maybe, maybe I’d just like to sit for a minute and relax.” Layla waggled her eyebrows as Marc got to his feet, earning herself a slight chuckle as he went to retrieve their waters. “I don’t always get to see you so hot and bothered.”

“Hot and bothered?” Layla catches her tossed bottle with ease, taking a deep drink as Marc regards her with amusement. “You haven’t said that since before we got married.”

“To be fair, I never got to see you like that after you “gave up” your old job.”

“That…is fair.” Marc shrugged, taking a moment to let out a breath before joining her on the mat. It was still a bit of a struggle to talk about the reason their marriage had almost failed, Marc still coming to terms with Steven and how to let the other parts of himself in without feeling the need to be ashamed. However, it was getting a little easier every day, Marc’s lips twitching into a smile when Layla placed one hand over his.

“So, have anything else you want to show me today, hero?” The faint purr was not lost, and Marc leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers with a grin.

“There are some….intimate poses I guess I could show you. Helps with runnin’ around on the field, stuff like that.” His lips are on Layla’s before either of them can draw a breath, and for a moment the world has fallen still around the Avatar's.

"Don't distract me with your kisses." Layla eventually hums, Marc's faint chuckle a near whisper as he moves his head down to kiss along her exposed shoulder.

"Hey, always works in my favor." The Egyptian rolled her eyes as Marc drew back, the two intertwining a hand as Marc gets back into his feet, Layla using him as an anchor to stand.

"I seem to recall the same for me you know."

"Hey, Steven doesn't count!"

"Hm...I think he does."

"No he does not!" Strong arms wrap around Layla's waist as she's hoisted into the air, and she can't help but laugh as Marc grumbles something about Steven blushing more than Marc has in his entire life. "You are no fun sometimes."

"Uh huh, yet here we still are." She grinned, leaning against Marc as he carried her over towards some of their workout gear.

"Bahibak ya habibi."

"Ani ohev otach." Marc replied without skipping a beat, setting his wife down and clapping his hands together. "Another hour, and then we can go hit up that vegan bodega Steven won't stop going off about."

"You know, the food isn't that terrible Marc." The American rolled his eyes, and Layla settles in for hearing another rant about vegan food and how his body can even handle the back and forth while tossing her some weights. "And they're still not called bodega's here."

"Eh, they will be to me."

Their relationship had never been normal to begin with, Egyptian gods using them as Avatar's aside, but at the same time they've never been so close dodging gunfire and flying into the night hand in hand.

"What are you smiling at?" Marc's question roused Layla from her thoughts, the man she'd fallen in love with looking at her with that adorable little grumpy frown as he picked up some weights for their next workout.

"Oh nothing, just you." Marc stared for a moment before smiling a little, and Layla returns the smile.

It's not a life anyone would ever consider normal, but it was theirs, all of theirs, and that's all the matters to her at the end of the day.

#moon knight #moon knight fic #moon knight mystery swap 2023 #I am so sorry for being late #but I hope you enjoy!#blueberryrock

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Apothecary Diaries | WN Translation | Arc 9 - Chapter 12

Hey, whichever way you found this: Welcome!

For a couple of reasons I ended up here - I relay all that happens in the chapters, playing wine-aunt, as I translate to the best of my abilities.

So, be warned, all the spoilers are waiting down below. Want spoilers - but less? My dm's/asks are open!

New here? Here's the Masterlist.

Enjoy!

Chapter 12 | Farming

For the next two days, Maomao and the others helped Nenshin with his work.

Which was pretty close to the answer Maomao was looking for.

Narrator-Mao leads us through the explanation that, after putting the hoe in the ground and turning over the damp soil, they found worms, ants and small beetles - as well as long masses/clumps, where a closer look revealed that they were eggs/egg masses.

The chicken that had been pecking at the worms then pecked at the egg mass. In her head she wonders “Locust eggs?”

As narrator she lets us know that she would’ve liked to calculate how many there were per tan, but that she didn’t have the time to do that. Once she found an egg the chicken had missed, she picked it up and put it in a jar.

In her mind she notes how many there must be.

Narrator-Mao goes on talking about how people who hate insects would go crazy about this, even if the contents of her jar are still few. Despite being used to dissecting locusts, it’s not something she wants to see or likes either.

Meanwhile she lets us in on the fact that Lahan-nii, the expert farmer, had a special way of holding the hoe - while Basen had his incredible strength and how different the amount of soil is they have to dig up.

In her head she’s just glad that Basen is doing things right.

Narrator-Mao tells us that she’d been worried he’d refuse, because it’s not the job of a soldier, but apparently she was lucky that Jinshi cared about locusts quite a bit. So, Basen quietly helped her.

Thanks to that, she fills us in, the guards and farmers they’d brought along were also helping her. It looks like they’ll be done with the digging by the end of the day.

In addition, Chue - who had joined before they knew it - was moving around near the two of them, collecting locust eggs. Two children were behind her. They’re the siblings that ate the roasted sweet potato - and they seem to think that if they help they’ll get more of them.

“Maomao-san, there are a lot of them, would you like to see them?”

“Chue-san, I don’t want to see them. If it’s mantis eggs, I’ll take it.”

Mantis eggs, she tells us, are used as a medicine called Sohyosho. Since it can’t be acquired in large quantities, it’s quite valuable. (that’s real btw)

“The eggs here are about to hatch. A small one’s coming out.”

“It’s already spring, isn’t it?”

One generation of flying locusts is as long as 3 months, starting march. It's said that they lay about 100 eggs each at a time. This is what was written in the encyclopedia that was in the Shi clan’s fortress. Those born in spring lay new eggs in summer.

They don’t breed all year round, and at this time of year, the eggs laid in the fall are hatching. The eggs are laid hidden in the ground, exposed by akiko/autumn plowing - and once exposed, they become food for birds and small animals.

Maomao wonders, in her mind, if Lahan (the actual one) hadn’t said that before.

Narrator-Mao notes something about him having mentioned rat/mousecalculation.

One pair of mice births 12 children - making the total 14. Of those 12 children, 6 females and the mother bring 7 more pairs into the world - from which, each of them births another twelve.

Of course, this formula is just a theoretical calculation. Not everything grows without dying.

If the number of locusts were to increase in the same way as this rat-calculation, it will be important to reduce the number at an earlier stage.

She calculates in her head that a mass of locust eggs is about 100, 100 times ten is 1000, 100 times 100 is 10.000.

Narrator-Mao goes on that, if they were to get rid of them now, they could lower the amount of locusts appearing later by many times - and that it seems locusts lay their eggs in areas that are moist to some degree.

She thinks that, since there’s a river nearby and plenty of grass to feed on, this area is the perfect spawning ground.

Then notes as narrator that the reason why they (villagers) didn’t dare to cultivate a field is probably to attract locusts.

At that point Nenshin approaches her, a glass of locust eggs in hand.

“Now all that’s left to do is burn them.”

“That’s good to hear.”

“Ah. Last year I missed a lot of locusts because I was late with this.”

Narrator-Mao recalls that a farmer of this village had also said that they had a lot of damage from locusts the year before.

“Was the yield quite small?” She asks and Nenshin nods.

“We don’t have any savings, just what we eat. If we pay taxes, we’ll starve. We would no longer be able to afford to buy daily necessities from peddlers, so we would have so sell our cattle.”

“But you said that the feudal lord not only exempted you from taxes but also gave you support.”

“That’s right, he’s a really nice lord.” Once again, Nenshin made a face as if he was going to throw up.

Maomao then asks him directly something along the lines of “What is it that you don’t like about that? It seems like you have a thorn in your side/like it's a thorn in your eye.”

Nenshin explains that, he’s not saying this as former bandit, but they(village people) are just trying to take what they can get. To him, they’re like locusts. If you don’t want to starve, you should take proper care of your field - so that you don’t starve.

Maomao asks if "that’s why" - the reason why the fields in this village aren’t well taken care of is that.

Nenshin responds: “That’s right. It was the same with last years bugs.” and goes on to explain that while they were disgusted, looking at their fields being eaten with dismay - the village chief was always thinking about how he could get the sympathy of the lord, always thinking about how he could make him cry. Nenshin felt like a fool, pulling off the locusts that were biting the leaves and killing them one by one.

Narrator-Mao wonders if the fear of past locust plagues has changed Nenshin - because this doesn’t seem like the behavior of a former bandit who has done all kinds of evil deeds.

She then corrects herself in her mind: No, that’s wrong.

As narrator adding that, from the start, Nenshin probably had an earnest/serious personality. He was born and raised as a bandit, so he learned how to use a bow and started killing people as he was told.

Ethics isn’t something you are born with.

“And judging from the current atmosphere in the village, it seems like they received a lot of money.”

“Right. This hasn’t changed in the last ten years. Even if the harvest fails, the lord will help us. He’s a good lord to everyone.”

In her mind she wonders “Good lord..”

Narrator-Mao wonders where the money for this support comes from. It could be extracted from trade. If Saito was that prosperous, it’s fine to send the money to rural areas.

“If you’re making the money, I think it would be better to build at least one of those waterways/canals.”

She goes on, as narrator, that the less labor is involved in transporting water, the more different work can be done. They could even cultivate new fields.

Nenshin admits that that’s what “that man Rikuson” had said too - Maomao replies with a simple “Is that so.”

Narrator-Mao then tells us again that, once she’s back in Saito, she has to find out how Rikuson found out about the former serf’s existence.

(And then, after all this, days worth of work they did for him, mind you……..)

“By the way, I’m sorry to ask you to help me with my work, but don’t you have other business in this village?”

“Business…….” - Maomao rests her chin on the handle of her hoe and closes her eyes.

“Ah!” - Maomao looks around. She approaches Lahan-nii, who isn’t only digging up the soil but also starting to make ridges.

Maomao: We won’t plant anything here.

Lahan-nii: ?!

She thinks “Shit, he’s making his usual face.”

He(?) denies it, but the farmers are completely on board.

“By the way, aren’t you going to spread the popularity of potatoes? I think that’s why you brought the seed potatoes.”

“..... that’s about it.”

It seems like Lahan-nii has something on his mind.

“The people here have no willingness/motivation to work in the fields, right? If they were to produce more potatoes, do you think they would cultivate them properly? They probably won’t use the old fields for new crops, and I don’t think they have the willpower to cultivate new land.”

“Certainly/Indeed.” Maomao is convinved.

Lahan-nii says that that’s why he wanted to meet the only person who cultivated a decent farm.

Maomao catches on, goes “So that’s what it’s about.” but Lahan-nii already knows better as well: “But I don’t think that old man can do it.”

Maomao agrees, with a simple “It’s impossible, I guess.”

The last former serf of this village. In addition to working on his own field, he also has to perform the fall plowing ceremony, which is called a ritual. Work that was supposed to be completed in fall, continuing into the spring, so no matter how you look at it, there’s not enough manpower.

“Can’t we just leave one person here to help?” They look at the other farmers.

Lahan-nii argues that the people he brought with him are here because he is *in case she’s wondering*. It’s not good to be left behind in an unfamiliar place/You can’t just leave them in an unfamiliar land, in the middle of nowhere.

They seem to have been brought all the way from Hisashi-Shuu.

“Right.” - Narrator-Mao notes that Lahan-nii acts like an older brother in the strangest ways - and that, if he had been born into a normal family, he would’ve been a good eldest son. (damn girl)

Lahan-nii adds that he’s glad his father isn’t there - and something about how he said he’d show them the potential of potatoes yet he didn’t actually know what to do. (the second part’s not wanting to be read, clearly.)

Maomao then says something along the lines of “Let’s at least make the sweet potatoes tasty….. Potatoes……” (it’s a fragmented sentence I can’t make full sense of)

Maomao looks at the two children clinging to Chue’s back. She sets down the hoe and approaches them.

“Hey, you want to eat the sweet potato again sometime”

“Want to eat!”

“I want to eat it! I want to eat!”

The sibling's eyes sparkled.

“It’s my first time eating something so sweet. It was sweet like a raisin.”

“Raisins?”

“Sweets are precious around here. There’s no honey and sugar is a luxury item.”

Chue spins around with a large jar on her head.

“... I wonder, can we use that/Could that work?”

Maomao grinned/chuckled and returned to Lahan-nii.

| Notes & Chapter 13

At long last, a chapter that didn't completely hate being translated.

There's not much to say this time. There is the expression thing where it's not quite clear for me if Maomao is pulling an expression or if it's Lahan-nii, but we'll survive that. The same goes with where Nenshin has the thorn.

I honestly just love it for Nenshin that he waited days, until they were about to wrap up all the work, before asking if it's fine for them to spend all their time with his task. Just, gold.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this one. I'll see you soon with the next. Stay safe!

#kusuriya no hitorigoto #the apothecary diaries #hekates apothecary

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approxtwelveangrybees · 1 year

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@merryandrewsworld this is for you 😘

SOME TRIGUN AUS

“Paradise” AU

The fundamental premise is that when the ships crash, rather than cackling like a maniac, Nai keeps his shit together just long enough to see the horror in Vash’s eyes

I don’t know what exactly nai was thinking in canon, but here he realizes that he might genuinely be at risk of losing vash, even if the crash was all for him in the first place

He did it for vash and vash, he realized, can never, ever know

He spins a story about other humans trying to steal the plants on Ship 5, or trying to take the twins away from Rem to do what they did to Tesla

Vash is devastated and scared and all he really has to cling to is Nai, so even if some things don’t quite add up, he believes him

They “grieve” together and then Nai starts building a “paradise,” same as in canon

(The rest is more tentative)

At the start of season one, Vash is wanted for stealing plants still—he and Nai have been looking for some way to bring the plants back to life (or at least, vash thinks so)

Vash is still a pacifist to the extreme but he does not have the sense of needing to atone for his brother’s crimes. He tries to convince people to give over their red plants for healing but is not above heists when need be—again, in this world he doesn’t blame himself or Nai for the harsh conditions humanity faces, and so he’s a bit more inclined to take a dead or dying plant’s side, especially since they’re no longer providing a town with resources or won’t be for long

Nai probably also frames this as benefitting humanity, like once the plants are healed they can be brought back

The eye of Michael still does it’s thing but vash is MUCH less aware of the extent of it. Nai has been trying to keep this deception going for over a century, he’s good at it by now

He’s not sure how to unlock vash’s gate though.

Vash is looking for more dead or dying plants in Jeanora Rock when he meets Meryl and Roberto

Domesticated Nai AU

The crash was genuinely an accident

Nai loves his brother more than anything else, even his sisters, so reluctantly, he lets vash take the lead

You know what’s worse than one accident prone idiot? TWO.

The main antagonist would probably be the scientist, trying to create more plants or graft together humans and independents somehow

This is just a Nai is a Lil Dude AU

(I think this could go knives x Meryl pretty easily)

Wolf’s Rain AU (tentative details)

Nai and Vash are made of moon flowers, allegedly destined to lead the way to paradise

They were created when a lot of desperate scientists decided to seek out a legendary utopia as the planet became increasingly ravaged by war and pollution

The issue is that the legend also said wolves would be the ones led to paradise, not humans—So there’s also been some gene splicing going on there to resolve that

That’s how you get wolfwood and livio. Wolfwood on paper is a perfect success, able to assume a wolf guise and having their strength, speed, and senses. Livio is…less so in some way and more so in others. He has all the same enhancements, but can’t quite go all the way human or wolf.

Nai breaks out, killing everyone he can find to reach Vash, and the two are on the run from there. Wolfwood and Livio get sent after them

They meet Meryl and Roberto, two “true” wolves, and vash wants to keep traveling with them, while Nai thinks every being is unworthy of paradise but he and vash. They fight and part ways

So vash, Meryl, and Roberto—later joined by an excitable wolf named milly—are trying to find paradise and hopefully from there, either get as many wolves in or try to model the rest of the planet on what they find there

Wolfwood and Livio are hunting them for the lab at first, but Nai does??? Something??? Idk Nai might return to the lab and take over all the research at knives-point—but in any case, that shifts to ww and Livio hunting the pack on behalf of Nai

#I just want to brainstorm these more with people #trigun stampede #trigun au #vash the stampede #vash #nai #millions knives #meryl stryfe #Roberto De Niro #wolfwood #Livio #aahhhhh idk

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musingginger · 2 years

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head over heels // eddie munson

Pairing- Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, Eddie Munson x Reader

Synopsis – After all this time in your relationship, Eddie FINALLY lets you trim his hair.

Warnings –light cursing, kissing, LOTS of fluff, handsy Eddie, play fighting, established relationship

Word Count – 2.4k

A/N- I WANT TO PLAY WITH THIS MAN’S HAIR SO BADLY! The idea of getting to cut and play with Eddie’s hair has literally PLAGUED my thoughts so I had to get it out on paper. More fluffy Eddie coming and maybe even some Steve! Comment below if you’d like to be tagged in any upcoming works! And of course, if you enjoy it, please reblog! <3

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“I swear to god, put the scissors down Munson!”

Eddie eyes widen seeing you in the mirror of his dirty bathroom. In one hand, he had his curly bangs that had gotten much too long and in the other, a pair of dull scissors. You had literally just walked in through the trailer door, a tad earlier than Eddie expected for your weekend staycation.

“We have talked about this!” You firmly say as you reach for the scissors, your other hand grabbing at the edge of his leather jacket.

“NO!” Eddie grunts as he pulls away from your grasp.

“Jesus Eddie. Comeon-” You groan at him, as he twirls around, completely get out of your hold on him.

“It’s MY hair and I’m gonna cut it if it needs to be cut!”

“Yeah, because that worked out well last time?” Putting your hands on your hips as you huff at him.

Eddie stops briefly, remembering the hack job he did on his bangs two months ago when you were away with your folks. Poor guy had taken off an extra inch and had to wear his bandana for at least a month til they grew out. He was so embarrassed and said on multiple occasions how he looked like a knock off Halloween pirate, but every time you looked at him, you couldn’t help but giggle.

You typically take him to your mom’s salon, but it was too late tonight to take him to your place and honestly, getting him to trust her took almost an entire year. Knowing him ALL too well, he’ll cut his bangs tonight one way or the other. The man lives off his impulses.

Eddie sighs, turning to you. “But they’re driving me crazy, they’ve gotta go.” Peering through his long fringe down at you, blowing out his bottom lip, trying to get them out of his eyes.

“Eds, let me just cut your bangs.”

“No, no way!” Shaking his ring clad hand at you.

“COMEON! I’ve been helping my mom out in the salon since I was 8 and I kno-”

“Nope!”

“-what I’m-”

“Nope!”

“-DOING!”

“No way, sweetheart. If you mess it up, I’ll never be able to forgive you. And I love you too much for that.” He squeezes your bicep gently, laying a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“Because you have such a great track record yourself.”

Eddie paused, exhaling, looking up at the ceiling, weighing out the odds of either choice.

“You can always wait til the morning when my mom-”

“Shhhhh princess. I’m thinking…” Eddie murmurs. You couldn’t help but smirk at his theatrics. You knew how important his hair was to his identity, but this seemed a little overkill. But his dramatics were one of your favorite things about him, one of the reasons you love him.

Eddie sucks in a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Ok.” He hands the scissors over to you.

“Wait, really?” You say in quite disbelief, reaching for the scissors.

“Yes, y/n. Really. Don’t make me second guess myself, sweetheart, or else you’re gonna have to sleep on the couch tonight.”

You hold back a squeal. If you’re being honest with yourself, you’ve been dying to give him a bit of a trim. Since being with you, he’s at least using conditioner now, but he’s still ripping a hairbrush through his long mane, causing a lot of split ends, and driving you absolutely crazy.

You pat the toilet seat cover, and Eddie sits down with a slight huff. You start to comb out his bangs when he gently grips your wrist.

“Give me a kiss before you start.”

You eagerly oblige, planting your full lips on his. The kiss was warm and sweet, full of comfort and safety. You pull back, looking into Eddie’s chocolate eyes. Lightly brushing away a few baby hairs before placing your hand carefully on the side of his face. “It’s gonna be fine. I promise.”

He smiles weakly at you, sucking in a long breath. “Ok, I’m ready.” Closing his eyes, as if he were preparing for one of his D&D battles.

You quietly place his brown locks in between your pointer finger and middle finger, giving yourself a guide to cut. You take a shallow breath in before making the first cut.

“OW!” Eddie yelps out. His outburst causes you to jump back, luckily dropping the scissors. Suddenly, you hear loud laughter erupt from his chest. Eddie is doubling over, holding his pecs, cackling at his own little prank.

“Hahaha! Oh sweetheart! HAHA! I’m, so sorry. It was just- HA! Just too easy!“ Tears are flowing from his eyes, reaching for you. “Baby, baby, com’ere. I’m sorry. I had to.” Grabbing your hands, pulling you into his lap.

“I SWEAR TO GOD MUNSON!” You hit his chest playfully. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Eddie buries his face into your neck, planting long wet kisses along your collarbone. “I won’t do it again angel. I’m sorry.” Murmering into the crook of your neck, grazing his teeth in a short line, lightly nipping at you. Giving you one last hot kiss, he grabs the scissors off the floor and hands them back to you.

You stand up, putting his hair back between your fingers again. “God, I hate you sometimes.” You smirk at him, as you make another cut.

His rough hands find their way to the outer sides of your thighs. His thumbs lightly stroking you. “Oh, comeon, you love me so fucking much. Just like I love you.” Giving you a shit eating grin as you carefully trim his tresses.

You stick your tongue out between your teeth as you concentrate, occasionally stepping back to check your work. When you’re finally satisfied, you step back a few paces. Eddie gets up to take a good look in the mirror. He finesses with it for a couple of seconds, before leaning back.

You hold your breath as he purses his lips. “Looks like I won’t have to go to your mom anymore.” His head turning, a half-smile cracking along his face. “It looks great baby. I always had faith in you.”

You snort, rolling your eyes. “Did not, but I’m glad you approve.” Rough hands grip your sides as Eddie lifts you up, giving you a big kiss on the lips, pressing his body into yours with a ferocity. You run your hand through the rest of his tangled hair, sighing.

You break the kiss, pushing your hands into his shoulders, looking in his eyes. “Eds, since I did such a good job on your bangs… I did want to ask you something else.”

“Sure sweetheart.” He tries to pull you in for another kiss, but you keep him firmly in place.

“Can I-can I PLEASE trim your hair?” Looking up at him with your big doe eyes.

“Oh-I don’t know, y/n. Bangs are one thing, but this-” he fluffs his unruly mane, “-this is a work of art.”

“You’re constantly complaining about how it gets so tangled, and a trim would make it feel and LOOK so much better.”

“What? You don’t like my hair now?” He meant it playfully but hurt crosses his face for a moment.

“Jeeze Eds, you know what I mean.” Lightheartedly pushing your hand into his hard chest again. “I love your hair and I know how important it is to you, so please? Please let me do this for you?” You plead to him, almost begging.

Eddie scratches the back of his head. “Alright, princess. Anything for you.” He says hesitantly. “But the couch rule still stands if it looks bad.”

A large smile breaks over your face, as you grab his hand, leading him into the kitchen. You grab one of the wooden chairs around the table and place it in the middle of the linoleum, its back to the edge of the sink.

Eddie takes off his leather jacket, setting it on the counter, watching you race back and forth between the bathroom and kitchen. “Need help, sweetheart?”

“Nope! Got it!” You yell from the small bathroom, holding shampoo, conditioner, and some of the good smelling oil you put on your hair after each shower. Eddie watches you with adoration and curiosity. You put your “tools” on the counter and gesture for your boyfriend to sit down. Giving you a skeptical look, he takes his seat.

“Lean your head back.” Turning on the water, running it over the underside of your wrist to make sure it wasn’t too hot for Eddie. You silently thank Wayne for clearing the sink before he had left for work that day. His nephew wasn’t the greatest at doing his own dishes.

Chocolate, curly, shoulder length tresses are tossed into the sink by the metalhead. As soon as the warm water hits his scalp, he closes his eyes. Squirting some shampoo into your hands, and lathering up his locks, you watch him relax from the pseudo head massage. You hum a Tears for Fears song while you work, causing Eddie to smirk.

“You’ve gotta stop working with Harrington, princess. His music taste is rubbing off on you.” He mutters, opening one eye to look at you. A baby hair of yours falls into your eyes as you look over at Eddie.

“Hey, Tears for Fears isn’t that bad.” Grabbing the conditioner, squeezing a generous amount into your hands, really massaging it into your boyfriend’s scalp.

“If you say so, angel.” He snorts, shaking his head lightly. Eddie reaches up, tucking the hair behind your ear tenderly.

You take a little longer to condition his hair, gently detangling his curls, and watching as his shoulders fall away from his neck. It reminded you of watching Eddie sleep, minus the soft snoring that he denies happens when he’s off in dreamland.

Turning off the water, you grab a towel to squeeze out the excess water from your dark angel’s hair. Gently guiding him to sit up, you scrunch the towel around his waves, giving his forehead a kiss. You take the wide toothed comb that you bought Eddie for Christmas, which he’s obviously never used, and tenderly start to detangle the rest of his hair.

When the tedious task is done, you grab the scissors once again, running your fingers through his mop of hair and make the first snip.

“OWWWW” Eddie shouts out again in “pain” but immediately starts howling with laughter. He can’t believe he got you twice. You jump four feet in the air, covering your face with your hands, so frustrated with your boyfriend’s antics.

“Ok, ok, ok. I promise, that’s it!” He slaps his knee hard getting up to pull you into a hug. He did feel bad about fucking with you occasionally, but it was all in good fun. And you were always so easy to scare.

You shake your head in your hands, annoyed as all hell. “I’m so MAD AT YOU RIGHT NOW!” You loudly grumble into his tattoo covered chest, as he tries to pry you from his torso.

“I’m sorry princess. That was the last one!”

“Pinky promise. Now.” You hold out your pinky finger, waiting for his to link with yours.

He smirks and wraps his around yours, giving his thumb a kiss, keeping his eyes locked with yours. “I promise. No more pranking.” You give your thumb a kiss too, sealing the deal.

“Good. Otherwise, YOU’RE gonna be the one sleeping on the couch tonight.”

Eddie fakes a shot to the heart, leaning back. “Ouch sweetheart, you’d do that to me over a little prank?”

“You really scared me, you asshole! TWICE!”

Eddie nods his head to the side in agreement. “Yeah, that’s fair.” Giving your palm a little kiss before he plops back down in the chair, letting you continue your work.

You make quick work of Eddie’s hair, not wanting another heart attack today. Luckily, his curl pattern was easy to follow, and you had had practice at your mom’s salon with the rise of the perm.

After each section, you give Eddie a little kiss on the crown of his head or a small squeeze of reassurance on his shoulder, still humming Tears for Fears.

Cutting his hair like this felt so intimate, in a way that you two hadn’t been before. He was letting you take care of him, which wasn’t a common occurrence. Even when he was sick, you had to push your way into the trailer to bring him soup. He always refused any help, even when he couldn’t get out of bed. You watch as his hair transforms, and your fingers are finding it easier to run through the follicles.

Setting down the scissors, you grab the hair oil, putting a little in your hands, rubbing them together before running them through his hair. You take a deep breath in, admiring your handiwork. You’re proud of yourself, but would Eddie be happy?

“Ok, time to take a look, Eds.” You say gently. Eddie gets up and walks towards the bathroom. It’s quiet, too quiet for your comfort. Then you suddenly hear him calling from the bathroom.

“Y/n?!” You sprint down the hallway, your feet planting themselves on the cold tile of the bathroom floor. He hates it. You think, standing in the doorframe. Eddie turns and looks at you with a peculiar look.

“You hate it, don’t you?” Looking down, picking at the hem of your long sleeve shirt.

“Well…” He sighs loudly. “It looks amazing, sweetheart.”

You quickly flit your eyes up at him, relieved. Finally, you release your breath that you didn’t even realize you were holding.

Eddie cracks a big smile, grabbing you around your waist and lifting you up into a long, hard kiss. You can’t help but smile into the kiss, his happiness infectious.

“So, you’re not gonna make me sleep on the couch tonight then?” You say sheepishly.

“Oh princess, that was never gonna be an option.” He grips you and wraps your legs around him carrying you to the bedroom. “But now, I get to thank you properly.” He growls into your ear, gently biting your neck, giving your ass a playful smack.

A yelp of giddiness escapes your lips as he carries you to the bed.

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Mass Effect 2, recruiting Garrus:

-I could do without the sexism the game occasionally throws in for femShep. There’s enough of that in the real world.

From the batarian recruiter, it doesn’t even make sense. Why would batarians have the same gender roles that humans do?

I will amuse myself moving forward by blaming all sexism from other species on the assumption that they’re associating human women with asari. Since so many asari in the maiden stage are strippers and human woman look like asari, human women are being lumped in with their stereotypes.

-The recruiter has his spiel down pat. Clearly he’s said this many times and can anticipate the most common questions.

All jobs that deal with the public quickly result in creating a customer service voice, I suppose.

-Of course the Blue Suns member says that his boss is actually in job of the operation, despite what the other merc groups may say.

It’s true in this case, but I’m not considering the source the most reliable informant.

-Recruiter: Besides, what are the odds he can kill all of you?

Dude, you just said that if I die my friends don’t get my pay. If the risk of me dying is reasonable, there’s no point in taking this job!

-The recruiter evades answering where Archangel’s base is. Odd, since once you get there banners clearly say it’s the Kima district. Why not just say that?

-How did a human kid grow up on Omega? Again, humanity has been part of galactic society for less than 30 years. Kids looks 16 or so. How likely is it he would have been born there?

-Speaking to Salkie after starting the mission:

Miranda: Sounds a bit like a suicide mission.

Salkie: Pretty much. But it looks like you can handle it.

Bioware just couldn’t resist.

-Garrus is sniping people across quite a distance. How are the locals handling all this? Did everyone just call out of work to avoid getting caught in the crossfire?

-Given that the game strongly nudges you to pick up Mordin first, Garrus would be the next logical mission since he’s also on Omega.

As such, this mission is clearly intended to introduce the three mercenary bands you’ll encounter throughout the rest of Mass Effect 2. It’s a good introduction to them, and a fairly valid excuse to talk to their leaders.

-I question Jaroth’s skills, given that I can steal a datapad of the mercenary bands plotting against Aria right in front of him.

-Huh. According to the Codex, the Blook Pack started out as a vorcha gang. The krogan Ganar took them over later.

I had completely forgotten that vorcha started it.

-Ganar was exiled for striking a female in anger. That’s always struck me as odd; krogan are very comfortable with violence, even the females.

I suppose one could justify it because of the fertility issues, but it still seems out of character.

-Jentha is very blunt that the freelancers will be shot if the infiltration team fails. You’d think that’s not something the Blue Suns would advertise to freelancers.

-Garrus is notably down when speaks to you. Natural enough after finding his squad dead from betrayal.

-Garrus’ base is huge. Is real estate cheap on Omega?

Given the crime rate that’s what I would expect, but it’s crowded enough I could also see prices being high.

-His squad are scattered throughout the base, covered in sheets. Even given the circumstances, Garrus did his best to lay them to rest.

-Everyone complains about the pyro when trying to close the shutters on Garrus’ recruitement, but I always have far more trouble in the open room. I died so many times trying to close that shutter.

Normandy

-Good to hear Garrus bring up Cerberus’ experiments in ME1. Yes, let’s discuss the myriad of black marks Cerberus has against them.

-If you go paragon when speaking to Garrus, Shepard implies that Garrus is the only one they trust.

Reasonable, considering that so far the squad consists of Cerberus personnel, a former STG salarian mad scientist, and a newly awakened krogan that is at loose ends.

-I repeat: Early ME2 is strongly biased to Tech. I have three tech upgrades, increased tech duration, and decreased tech cooldowns.

I have no biotic upgrades, and the only one available is from DLC.

-Kelly, in regards to attraction to aliens: Character matters, not race or gender.

Bioware, you cowards. You include this line but you cut the Jack romance with femShep despite making it clear she’s bisexual, there are no m/m romances in ME1 or ME2, and with Liara and femShep you play it off as asari being monogender so it’s not really gay.

-John Whitson is the human kid I prevented from signing up as a freelancer to go after Garrus. According to the email he sent, Aria gave him Shepard’s email.

Why would Aria do that? Why would she even notice something this minor? Aria made it clear she’s indifferent about Archangel and Shepard. Is she fucking with me?

-Chakwas should have had some dialogue for recruiting Garrus. Alas, she does not.

-Going by the Codex, the turian Hierarchy pulled a fast one over the Alliance to create the Thanix Canon from Sovereign’s salvage. Essentially they sent in specialists undercover in the guise of volunteers.

Amusing, considering that the Hierarchy is not known for its guile. But of course if bigger guns are at stake they can pull it off

-Shepard asks if the Cerberus crew are giving Garrus trouble. Good of them to recognize aliens may not be having a great time on the human supremacy ship, but a bit odd they never ask the other alien squadmates such.

-Garrus starts off by saying he did mercenary work, then immediately backtracks and says his group weren’t mercs because they didn’t take money. Buddy, pick a line and stick to it!

-Garrus also says he went to Omega because in the aftermath of Sovereign, there was too much chaos on the Citadel for him to do good with C-Sec.

I doubt that. If anything, crime should have been more rampant in Sovereign’s aftermath. Two years later and the Citadel is still rebuilding. Hell, he could have joined internal affairs and nailed Bailey.

I suspect the truth is more that after traveling with a spectre C-Sec felt like a step down. Garrus wanted the thrills of taking on criminals directly without any red tape to deal with and where he could see the immediate result of his efforts. So he went to Omega where no one would hold him accountable and he could do as he pleased.

-Zaeed says that he and Archangel wanted the same thing: A whole lot of mercs dead.

Why does Zaeed want a whole lot of mercenaries dead? Yes, obviously he wants Vito dead for betraying him. But that’s one dude. Maybe throw in the Blue Suns that helped Vito betray Zaeed. But who else does Zaeed want dead and why?

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