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dangerous-advantage · 11 months

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writing warm-up

prompt: mikey, raph, and leo complain about the heat. time taken: 43:04 (oops) word count: 452

"Urgh," Leo groaned. "It's so hot."

The turtles were splayed out across the concrete top of a building, laying on their stomachs and sides. The sky above was an unyielding blue, filtered through the thin layer of smog that offered nothing but a distinct, smoky aftertaste to each breath.

Billboards buzzed and blinded, advertising restaurant chains and insurance. 'Have a coke and a smile!' 'Fly the friendly skies of United.' 'Great Wolf Lodge -- Bringing joy to families. All together.'

The sound of midday traffic faded into the backdrop of the city, voices shouting back and forth mixing with sirens in the distance. Up here, the sun beat down on their shells with little care for it's burn. The wind they had hoped to find high up on the rooftops was stubbornly absent, nothing more than a few half-baked attempts at a breeze.

"It's been three hours, he has to be done by now," Leo whined.

"I dunno, Leo," Raph replied, fanning himself with a large, red sensu fan. A dragon in shining black ink weaved across it's folds as if scaling a mountain, jaw outstretched in a yawn. "You know how Dee gets when he's doin' tech installation. A single misstep and we get a repeat of The Incident of '14."

A collective shudder passed through the group.

"I see your point," Leo admitted, rolling onto his stomach. "But also-- you couldn't even let me take my comic book? I'm right in the middle of "Jupiter Jim: Return to Shiroshi!"

"The sooner we got out, the better," Raph stated. He dipped his chin in a solemn nod.

"He'd better be installing a new air conditioner," Leo grumbled, but offered nothing more, languishing in dramatic silence.

"Hey!" Mikey piped up, sitting up. He'd been watching the street from above, arms crossed beneath his chin. "I know what we could do!"

Raph and Leo glanced over.

Mikey pointed over the edge. "Let's go to the aquarium!"

"Urgh, no thanks," Leo groaned. "Right now, the only thing I want to see swimming is myself."

"And plus, we don't have our disguises," Raph added. "Sorry, buddy."

Mikey deflated a little, drawing Leo's eye.

"Hey, wait a minute," Leo said, sitting up. "That's not a bad idea! Why don't we go swimming?"

"That sounds great, Leo, but uh, where exactly?" Raph asked. "Unless you're looking to take a dip in the Hudson, we're not exactly spare any secluded beaches."

"Actually," Leo mused, "I was thinking something a little more..."

"Biocompatible?" Mikey quipped.

"Flashy?" Raph deadpanned.

Leo's mouth took on a slight curve, fingers across the hilt of one of his katanas. Glancing across the street, he set his eyes on one of the billboards.

"How about... splashy?"

(@thecoralkids i have no fucking clue why, but it ate your ask before i could finish answering it, so i'm just making a whole 'nother post lmao. thanks for the ask!! <3)

#ba dum tsss #rottmnt #rottmnt drabbles #dangerous drabbles #bro it took me 5 million years to get to this but then again that is why i asked for prompts #so i could hoard them like a dragon hoarding gold #anyway #if you sent me an ask prompt rest assured i will get to it someday!#they are very helpful for getting the creative juices flowing #didn't read back through this so i apologize for any glaring errors lmao #my writing #can you tell my understanding of new york comes entirely from percy jackson? /j /lh

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daryldamnson · 2 months

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Imagine being with Eddie on the quiet days, no hellfire, no corroded coffin, definitely no school, just a peaceful day of domesticity, not really talking just enjoying each others company, Eddie not having to put on the performance he feels he has to at school or at d&d, you get to see Eddie with his walls down

sorry you had to wait 1.5 years for this, baby

no warnings only softness, 0.5k

title from tswift

It’s not often anyone sees him like this. Quiet. Still. Stretched out diagonally across your bed, head pillowed on your stomach, Eddie is the most peaceful version of himself. That’s not to say he’s unhappy elsewhere - he enjoys the dramatic show-boating of being Hellfire’s DM and loves the exhilarating energy of performing with his band - but there's something special about the quiet comfort in lounging around with you. No plans, no other people, no pressure. Just the blissful peace of basking in the company of your favourite person.

He shifts his head a little so he can follow the lines of your jaw with his gaze. He finds it difficult to look away from you most of the time, his eyes drawn to you like a magnet, so he’s given up on trying. You never seem to mind, anyway.

The movement of his head dislodges your hand from his hair, in turn drawing your own gaze from the open book hiding the top half of your face from his view. The hand holding the book tips it to the right as your head shifts in the opposite direction to look down at him.

“You okay?” You’re murmuring, as if speaking any louder will shatter the peace cloaking the two of you, but you can’t help checking on him.

Eddie’s mouth lifts up at the edges, smile growing until it can’t anymore, his lips parting to reveal his teeth and cheeks crinkling into dimples. He glows like this; transparently happy with a faint pink blush and chocolate eyes shining with adoration.

“Mhm,” he hums, twisting his head once more so he can press a soft kiss to your stomach. Your skin warms even through your (stolen from his clean laundry pile) t-shirt.

You take his word for it and return your hand to brush his bangs away from his forehead, drawing a soft line down the side of his face before tucking his hair behind his ear and sinking your fingers in to gently rub against his scalp. You drink in one last glimpse his soft, relaxed state before returning to your book, content to let him continue his appraisal unsupervised.

Eddie’s incapable of staying still for more than a short stint and this is proven when he reaches over to tap his fingers against your shoulder. Your eyes flicker over to him but he’s not looking for attention, just another point of connection, so you turn back to your half-read page. The rhythmic tapping of his fingers is soft and you just know he’s drumming out the beat of one of his favourite songs. Sabbath, probably. Maybe Dio.

The taps are soothing in a way you can’t explain but feel viscerally, and your eyelids droop without your permission, words blurring together in a sleepy haze. You give in immediately, closing your book and setting it to the side before looking down at the doe-eyed sweetheart currently pressed up against you.

“Wanna take a nap?” You offer, fighting back a yawn.

“Hell yeah,” he grins, shifting up the bed to share your pillow.

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jordanstrophe · 1 month

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Cw: vengful caretaker, whumper turned whumpee

Caretaker wrenched whumper's head up by the hair and held a photo to their face.

"Have you seen them? Are they here?" Caretaker hissed. Whumper scoffed and spat blood at their feet.

"We have countless prisoners. Most of them would be unrecognizable by now." Whumper smiled with bloody teeth. "If you want one, take your pick. They're all the same now-" -Caretaker wrenched whumper's head back until they let out a grunt of pain.

"Have you ever cared about someone so much you would die for them? That you would kill for them?"

Caretaker held the picture closer.

"That's who this is to me. So do us both a favor, start talking."

#whump #whumpee #caretaker #whumper #vengeful caretaker #whump scenario #whump angst #whump prompts #whump things #caretaker dialog #whump dialog #whumper dialog #dangerous caretaker #whump scenarios #whump tropes #whump drabble

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michaelsfavgirl · 2 months

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he takes care of you when you're sick

Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader

Tags: established relationship, fluff, Mike being husband material

Word Count: 500+

Requested: yes/no

Author’s Note: first hcs on this blog lets gooo

Links: navigation | masterlist | taglist

Oh boy, let’s get into it

Michael is very protective of you as it is

But when you’re sick Michael's protective instincts kick into overdrive (affectionately)

Doesn't care whether it's just a common cold or something miniscule

He’s immediately treating you like fragile porcelain

But god forbid If it's a fever or a more serious ailment, he's practically glued to your hip 24/7

Good luck getting any personal space during those times

He fusses over you constantly, asking if you need him to fetch you something, making sure you're comfortable

“Feeling any better, sweet girl?”

“Are you getting cold? Lemme just quickly grab your favorite blanket”

This man can cook, okay? So expect him to whip up all kinds of soups to make you feel better.

Don't you even dare to disrespect him by opening the fridge and trying to make a meal for yourself

he won't hear of it

“Ah ah, none of that, don’t want my girl strainin herself for no reason”

“Mike i just want to eat-”

“shh, i’m here to take care of you, let’s get you back into bed hm? You go take a little nap while I make you something okay baby?” you nod defeatedly and take your ass back to bed

Is very serious when it comes to taking medicine

Doesn't care if you say it tastes like dookie

You’re taking it, end of conversation

He’ll revoke your kisses and cuddles privileges if you don’t comply

He’s pretty cruel as you can tell

But he’s so sweet afterwards, showering you with praise and kisses

“That wasn’t so difficult now was it?” He says and kisses your pout away

Will 100% help you shower if you’re feeling weak

Even when you're not sick, he enjoys doing domestic things with you; it makes him feel fuzzy and warm inside

Michael refuses to put any distance between you in bed, no matter how much you protest that he'll get sick too

This man looks at you like -_- ‘You think I care bout that?’

He'll wrap you securely in his arms and pull the sheets up to your neck

His huge hands gently caressing your skin and humming a soothing tune

As you start to feel better Michael feels a little guilty and selfish

Of course he wants his precious angel to be healthy and all, but he really gets used to taking care of you so intimately very quickly and wishes it could go on a little longer

You have to remind him that y’all live together and spend most of your time in each other's presence.

It doesn’t get any closer than that but he’s still pouting like a baby, saying he’ll miss taking care of you

As if he doesn’t already do everything for you and spoil you rotten

This man will be the death of you…and you wouldn’t have it any other way <3

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pbeltarts · 5 months

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WAIT I COULD JUST DO WHAT I WANT AND WRITE WHAT I WANT??

#oh no this information is dangerous #i have too many projects #i don't need another #but.#drabbles #not art

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bidisastersanji · 6 months

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i had thoughts of a canon-adjacent Zoro (nonbeliever ambitious swordsman) and Death-God!Sanji who keep meeting because of how close to dying Zoro always gets during his fights and oops now it's a messy drabble written in between breaks at work and here ya go.

In all his years as the god of Death, Sanji has never seen such a stubborn, strong willed human- he’s honestly half amused every time he's brought to a wounded, bleeding Zoro. He doesn't expect him to survive that giant slash attack from the warlord, nor the myriad of injuries he collects after that- and if he feels a bit of pride every time he escapes him Death, well, no one will know.

It takes him a while to realise that, in those fleeting moments, when he's loitering and waiting around as Zoro approaches the point of no return, Zoro can see him as well. Sanji's a bit mortified at first. All this time, he's just been voicing his thoughts out loud like he always does, who knows what the reckless man overheard! It's pure force of habit, since it’s not like there’s ever someone to hear to him- his family chose this domain for him on purpose after all; they took all the great, bright, good, worshiped domains of life, war, medicine...and left him this one to punish him, break him with eons of witnessing and bearing human grief in solitude.

It's barely morning and Zoro is dripping with blood, resolutely standing against all odds in a beautiful display of absolute devotion and conviction, and Sanji feels like maybe today will be the day he takes him- that this is the end for the stubborn swordsman. He comes closer than he ever has to the man, walks right up to him, readying himself for the weight of another soul's voyage, when Zoro's lidded eyes snap up and meet his own. His fiery gaze doesn’t go straight through him, but actually settles on him. Sees him.

It's unnerving. Sanji shivers at this feeling of being perceived.

Humans usually only see him once they fully passed on, when he’s guiding them, cold hands gripping onto him, begging, crying, frightened or even sometimes full of wrath and fighting to stay by their loved ones.

“It’s you again.” His voice is weak, raspy.

Sanji doesn’t answer.

“Why're you always here for my big battles?” A pause. “You like me or somethin'?”

Confusion. Shock. Embarrassment. “You think I stalk you and show up for you battles!?”

“Sure seems like it.”

Sanji scoffs.

He can’t believe this! He wants to chew the bastard out- who the hell does he think he is? but he bites down on his words, certain that these are the man's final moments. There's no way anyone could survive such wounds- it's a miracle he's even conscious or standing.

He doesn’t want to add insult to injury.

“I’m the god of Death, you idiot.”

Oops.

“I don’t believe in gods.”

The absurdity of that statement when literally in conversation with one doesn’t escape Sanji, but he's not really there to argue.

The green-haired man continues. “So, what, you’re into me or something? Just ask me out like a normal person.”

This cocky asshole...Sanji's heated reply is cut off by Zoro’s nakama arriving on the scene in a panic. Sanji trails after them, hovering, ready for the now unconscious body's heart to stop beating at any moment- but the moment doesn't come.

Under the attention of their talented doctor, Zoro escapes him once again.

Sanji's definitely not relieved.

It's out of curiosity that he stays around a little longer. He returns from time to time to check in on the mysterious man and his recovery, still a bit unbelieving that he managed to survive such grievous, traumatic injuries and intense blood loss. By all means he should've died the instant he made contact with the red, concentrated bubble of pain and stress that Kuma expelled from his captain's body.

His friends weep and berate him when he wakes. The ginger woman who found him screams at him to “stop flirting with death” and Sanji chuckles- she doesn’t know how technically accurate that statement is.

Later, Sanji guiltily looks forward to feeling that tug from Zoro once more, that pull on his power he feels when someone is nearing his domain. He's admittedly curious to learn more about him, this idiot swordsman who can see him, hear him, and yet isn’t at all scared of him. It's so rare for humans to accept him without a hint of fear.

He doesn’t let himself dwell on that tinge of nervousness at the back of his mind- what if the next time is the time he steals him away- from his friends, his dream, his captain? What if this time he doesn’t get back up?

But he does.

And when he lingers in the cold, empty room of Kuragaina castle where the bandaged swordsman is laid to rest, content to stare at his mossy head of hair, Sanji notices something weird. From his bedside seat, he can feel the ghost of body warmth.

He tentatively leans closer, his fingers reach out, expecting to go right through Zoro's arm. They recoil, as if burned by fire, when instead they meet soft flesh.

Huh.

Zoro's eyes blearily crack open, immediately finding his hovering form.

"You're... back."

And Sanji knows something changed, that day, on Thriller Bark. He's been on this earth for a long, long time, and he knows Zoro should be dead. Unequivocally so. And yet he isn't. Whether by the sheer strength of his willpower or his fervent defiance of the gods and the laws of this universe, Zoro is still...present. Alive enough to have warm, red blood flowing through his veins and air filling his lungs. Dead enough to perceive him, touch him, feel him.

War brews and Sanji has a lot of work on his hands. After the carnage, he wearily returns to Kuragaina, and Zoro, sullen, heavy with guilt, asks him if it's true. Asks him if the eye of this particular storm, the man known as Ace, is truly dead.

Death has long worn away at Sanji, a constant wave beating at the his endless empathy his father called a weakness, wearing him down with each soul he takes from this world. But he's never become numb to it. He openly, lovingly feels the sorrow with every loss, with each reaping, with every last breath rasped from trembling lips. He embraces it, cherishes it for all of its bittersweet taste.

So he tells Zoro of Marineford. Of the epic battle that occurred there between Whitebeard and the marines. With each somber word he feels just a little lighter- an unfamiliar, happy feeling blooming in his chest at getting to talk to someone after what feels like a forever of solitude.

Time passes, and Sanji visits him more and more, grateful for the rare company. It'd been so long since he last was able to have a decent conversation with someone. Joke around. Banter. Flirt? They grow closer, never really voicing the...whatever it is that passes between them. Zoro eventually returns to his crew, and Sanji avoids approaching him unless he's alone. Wouldn't want people to think he's seeing things.

It becomes a dance. A well oiled machine. Zoro cutting down the enemies before him, Sanji right behind him and guiding his fallen foes into the afterlife. Cut after cut, his blades sing in the air, accompanied by the groans and cries of the people Sanji welcomes into his waiting arms.

After a big battle Zoro is laying in the rubble, chest heaving from the effort. Sanji sits with him, solemn. Accepting. Enjoying his company, the only company he can keep.

Zoro still hasn't admitted that gods are real, even when he sees Sanji trail after the path his bloodied swords carve out, hard at work. Even when he sees Sanji's dark, draped silhouette raise into the skies, untethered - that’s just skywalk, he says.

Sanji grows fearful. Shaken by the feelings, the attachment he feels for the swordsman, like a tether to this world. It makes him feel more alive than he ever has, yes. But nothing good can ever come of it, and he knows the universe isn't kind enough to give him such happiness without the promise of a subsequent fall, a return to reality soured and made worse by what came before it.

It's a dark, rainy day when Zoro corners him on the Sunny. Sanji hasn't visited him in a couple of days- not much death without opponents around.

They're at the back of the ship, obscured by the mikan trees, and Zoro's hands are bracing him against the wall, locking him in. Sanji knows he could go through the wall, but Zoro's eye has him pinned, frozen where he stands. His arms lay lifelessly by his sides.

The swordsman leans in, cups his chin, and Sanji doesn't think- his eyes flutter shut, he's open and wanting as warm, chapped lips press delicately against his. They don't need words. They know. Can feel it with every tender touch as their bodies work together to deepen the kiss. Sanji loops an arm around Zoro's neck, hand digging into his hair, while the other bunches up the fabric of his kimono to bring him ever closer. He's pressed so tightly against him that he can almost pretend the beating feeling near his chest is his own heart, can almost feel the rushing sound in his ears, the warmth seeping into his skin, up his chest, his neck, cheeks, ears.

Zoro breaks apart for air, and Sanji hears himself mirroring his pants, so enamoured with the swordsman he feels like his breath was stolen away.

"Curls." Zoro's looking at him odd, nearly awestruck, eyes flitting across his face, his body, his hands reach out to take his hands in his, lightly massaging his flesh.

A stern feminine voice rings behind them, snapping their heads to attention.

"Zoro, who the hell is this man you're kissing behind my mikan trees?!"

#zosan #zoro x sanji #i just wanted to write a small text post #and then #aND THEN this #it's not very good i'm sorry #but i kind of really like this concept #of death god sanji #and constantly near death experience Zoro #if i had more time i would love to see them fall in love slowly #maybe explore Zoro's complicated feelings if he lets himself be in dangerous situations just to see the ethereal man in black robes #sanji defnitely haunts his dreams #black leg sanji #roronoa zoro #zosan fic idea #zosan drabble #zosan fic #obviously at the end what happens is that just like how Zoro defies the laws of existence #Sanji is tethered back and kind of alive in a way again #or you can interpret it how you like #i like to think that then they die together one day and get to be death gods together maybe #and because Zoro and Sanji got to be known in the human realm #people start worshiping them properly #god of death Sanji

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whumpsday · 8 months

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K&J: Kane's Whumptober Bites #4

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: vampire whumpee, starvation, electrocution, torture, captivity, multiple whumpers, sadistic whumper

@whumptober Day 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.” / Cattle Prod / Shock / “You in there?”

The hunters laughed as Kane lunged forward again, pulling his chain taut. It wasn’t even silver this time, the steel more than enough to hold him in his starved state, but it didn’t matter.

All that mattered was the blood. Right there, glistening and red and rich and delicious and everything he’s ever wanted, dripping decadently from the hunter’s finger, forming a lovely red trail down his hand. Kane needed it more than anything. He couldn’t even find it in him to be afraid, in that moment, every ounce of his mind devoted solely to his desperate need for food.

He whined, eyes wild, trying to scramble forward as best he could, broken nails scrabbling against concrete floor. It was no use. The chain pulled at his ankle, stopping him from getting close. From sinking his fangs into that hand, into its owner’s neck, from drinking and drinking until he’s finally had his fill–

“You in there, parasite?” One of the other hunters poked him in the head with something plastic, but Kane couldn’t focus on that right now.

Fangs bared, he pulled and pulled, reaching his arms out desperately toward the bleeding hunter. His whines were louder now, and he managed to express a coherent thought: “Please, I need it! I’m so hungry!”

Another round of laughter.

“Oh, I dunno, I think you’re perfect just the way you are. Let’s see if we can get you under control another way.”

The plastic thing came back, but turned around this time, poking him in the chest with the other end– not plastic. Metal. He yelped at the burn, flinching back. But this was different from silver, not the same kind of burn.

As his eyes focused, Kane realized it wasn’t a burn at all, but a shock. They’d poked him with a cattle prod.

“I– I’m s-sorry, sir–”

The bleeding hunter squeezed his finger, another drop of blood oozing from the small cut. The last of the coherent thought vanished as the intoxicating smell intensified, and he leapt once more, his chain pulling tight and forcing him back to the ground.

He screamed as the other hunter stuck the prod into the back of his neck and held it there, not letting up.

“Not sorry enough. Don’t worry, we’ll teach you.”

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pahtoosh · 1 year

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Can you write Bucky Barnes x little reader where he playfully tickles her with his mouth (kisses, raspberries, gnawing/biting)?

mouthed and dangerous

masterlist

18+

wc: ~460 words

warnings: lots of kisses! ticklish reader, fluff, deep questions about birds.

a/n: get it? like ‘armed and dangerous’? hehe

pairing: mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

“Daddy? Do you think a real pelican can hold Marlin and Dory in his mouth and not eat them like Nigel?”

Bucky opened and then closed his mouth. It wasn’t often that the mafia boss was rendered speechless, but you managed to catch him off guard. “That’s a good question, angel. Maybe you should ask Sammy the next time you see him.”

You nodded and snuggled back into Bucky. Sam liked birds, surely he would have some ideas on the realism of Finding Nemo. You tried focusing on the movie but it was difficult with Bucky tapping his foot. You were sitting on his lap and the movement sent vibrations throughout your body. He’d been fidgeting a lot for the past few minutes.

“Daddyyy, stop bouncin’. I wanna see Nemo.”

“Oh, sorry baby.” He stopped bouncing his leg but then replaced the habit by toying with your hands.

“Dada!” you giggled. “No more! It tickles.”

If you weren’t facing the other direction, you would’ve seen the mischievous glint in Bucky’s eyes.

“Does it now?”

“Yeah. And I wanna wa-“ your squeal cut off the rest of that sentence.

Bucky was full-on tickling your sides now. You flopped onto your side on the couch, still laughing and trying to escape.

He mirrored your position and held your wrists by your head, trapping you. He blew a raspberry on your belly, making you shake with laughter.

Then, he grinned down and leaned in to give you a kiss. It seemed innocent enough and you even thought you were free from his assault but then he playfully nipped at your jaw and collarbone.

“Nooo! No bite, Dada!”

He looked at you incredulously. “No bite? What can Daddy do then?”

You thought about it for a second. “Kiss!” You thought you were so smart, but Bucky had a taste of your infectious laughter and he wasn’t going to stop just yet. He placed a bunch of featherlight kisses in the crook of your neck. The brush of his lips and breath made you giggle so much it was nearly silent. He called this your “sweet spot” because any tickling in this area rendered you a useless puddle.

Finally, you managed to choke out “N- no more. No more kiss.”

Bucky obeyed your wishes and stopped his attack. You looked at each other, just trying to catch your breath.

“Can Daddy have one more kiss?” he asked.

A beat of silence passed.

“Just one,” you said, nervously.

He gave you a soft peck on the lips and then helped you sit back up.

“Do you wanna keep watching the movie, angel?”

You shook your head. “Maybe just more cuddles. And more kisses. But no tickle!”

Bucky laughed. “Okay, baby. No more tickles, Daddy’s had his fill.”

#bucky x little!reader #daddy!bucky x little!reader #gn!little!reader #mafia!bucky x little!reader #mafia!daddy!bucky x gn!little!reader #drabble #fluff #tickles #tickling #sfw regression #agere fic #littlespace fics #mouthed and dangerous #mouthed-and-dangerous #toosh writes #i hope you like this anon!#i wish it wasn’t so short but thats just how the cookie crumbles #requests

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dad-sun-and-moon · 2 months

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Gregory loved science. That included space, and everything that came with it.

He was excited to experience a certain phenomenon with his dad.

#the dadcare attendant #dadcare attendant au #dangerously delightful dadcare drabbles #fnaf sun and moon dad au #fnaf security breach #five nights at freddy's #fnaf sun and moon #fnaf sun #fnaf sundrop #fnaf sunny #fnaf moon #fnaf moondrop #fnaf gregory #gregory star #fnaf fic

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good-beanswrites · 4 months

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I can't stop thinking of Kyanako's Order of Attack au... there's something so moving to me about how things getting so much worse could be what finally causes Amane to get better -- seeing Fuuta dying may be the final straw of getting her to rethink her rejection of medicine. Been a while since I've attempted something whump-y, this was fun to work with.

Tw for mentions/contemplation of death. I don't go into detail about the cult but the doctrines are implied through it all.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying.

When he imagined his own death, he always pictured it as something dramatic and fast. Action heroes going out in a show of explosions and gunfire. Fantasy characters meeting the shining end of a blade. Even when he accepted his place in Milgram, it filled his mind with images of gallows and electric chairs.

Whatever this slow, lengthy fever was, it was pissing him off.

He’d lost all sense of time. He could no longer tell which hour the prison bells were marking -- morning and night blended together. Dreaming and waking blended together. His head injury and broken leg and broken bones blended together. It was all just pain at the end of the day. He had nonstop visitors that kept him awake and asked him too many questions and prodded his injuries and made his head spin. Somehow, he was simultaneously alone every time he rolled over to talk to someone. Painfully, suffocatingly alone.

If Kotoko was going to kill him with those ridiculous emo boots of hers, she should have just done it. He was losing his mind here: devoid of all energy, suffering through broken bones and a cracked head, and boiling in an increasingly fiery fever. Maybe that was the reason he stopped commenting when he watched Amane pocket the medicine Shidou had left him. Maybe that was why he’d stopped following Shidou’s instructions himself. Even after losing an eye and taking a beating herself, Amane always looked at peace. He was tired of dealing with all of this. He wanted a bit of that peace.

Regardless of why, it was working. His fever had quickly gone from the biggest pain in his ass to the very thing that dulled his racing thoughts.

He awoke suddenly, or maybe he’d already been awake. He couldn’t feel anything in his limbs. There was only a breathless heat around him. He raised himself into a sitting position, looking for a drink. Moving his head felt like one of those glitching computer windows that leaves a trail of copies behind it. The room swam around him. His eyes moved absently around him.

Fuuta picked up the glass that someone had left him. His fingers were clumsy, and it immediately went crashing to the ground. He hardly heard the noise as it broke apart on the concrete below.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed. He’d just go get a drink himself. Shidou told him not to get up without help. But what did he know? Thinking of the man ordering him around only drove Fuuta to step out of bed even quicker. He cried out, pain shooting through his leg. That was right, it was broken…

Fuuta looked down, finding himself on the ground. It was so hot. Maybe this is what she felt, he thought numbly. Was it this slow for her too? Probably not. She had no regrets to fill the time like he did. The heroes got quick, beautiful deaths, and it was the villains who had to suffer the long ones.

He lifted his right palm from where it had caught his fall. The shattered glass on the floor had cut into it. Shattered glass? What had broken? He stared blankly at the blood dripping down.

He didn’t have the strength to raise himself up. He was burning. Why was he on the ground? Was he bleeding? He could barely breathe. What was he doing here, anyway? He just wanted to curl up and sleep. He was so weak... just to lie down... he wouldn't have the strength to get back up again. Was that such a bad thing...?

A voice caught his attention. His eyes struggled to focus on the figure who’d come running into the cell. He couldn’t understand a word of what she was saying, but he was happy when she pressed her cool little hands against his forehead.

He allowed her to prop him up next to the bed. She held onto his hand, squeezing it tight. Why was she holding it like that? That hand was bleeding. When did that happen?

Her arms wrapped tightly around him. He wanted to shove her away -- it was too hot -- but couldn’t. In his ear, he could make out her words. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Please, Fuuta. Don’t leave me alone. I’m so sorry...”

As she pulled back, he recognized Amane. Her uninjured eye was filled with tears. Was she upset? He thought he’d been making her happy. He wanted to keep making her happy. He’d never made anyone happy before.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words would come out. They all scrambled up in his mouth. He felt the cell swirling around him.

Amane raised her voice. She looked desperately upwards. “This can’t be --! This isn’t right!”

Fuuta looked up at the ceiling. There was nothing there.

“I can’t do this anymore.”

She continued talking. Fuuta was too busy studying the ceiling. She was shouting. Or maybe crying. Fuuta didn’t like that she was so upset. Huh, had there been someone there? He surveyed the empty cell. What was he doing on the ground?

He looked down at his hand. The sheet from his bed had been pulled down and wrapped hastily around it. Why? His eyes felt sticky as he blinked. Everything hurt. It was so hot. What was going on? He was so angry. He was so scared. He wanted to cry. Why was he here? Why couldn’t he just hurry up and die already?

The next time she entered, Fuuta recognized Amane instantly. Her one hand pointed to him, the other held onto someone else. The second figure hurried over to him.

Fuuta was not a big fan of dying. Shidou reassured him he wouldn’t.

—

“You’re wearing the eyepatch,” Fuuta observed.

He was playing a dangerous game, drawing attention to it like that. He was too exhausted, and his curiosity won out over his better judgment. If Amane was going to explode with one of her typical speeches, he’d just let her.

She didn’t.

Amane’s hand drifted up to her eye. It had been hastily covered before, but now it was cleaned and wrapped in professional-grade materials. She simply said, “Kajiyama Fuuta. How do you feel?”

“Like shit.”

“But--”

“-- But I’m better, yeah.”

Amane nodded, her shoulders releasing.

“Oi, I haven’t seen you in a while. Not since…” He wasn’t sure how to finish the sentence. Shidou had told him what happened, but it was difficult to believe. He couldn’t quite trust his own memory of the night. No matter how much clearer his mind felt since receiving proper treatment, those days of fever still muddled together. He heard that Amane had up and switched her beliefs overnight -- she was now complacent about all of Shidou's treatments -- but Fuuta knew people didn't just change like that. He wanted to hear it for himself.

She lowered her gaze in shame. “I… I thought you hated me.” Her voice was steady. “As you should. I almost killed you. I accept any ill will you may feel.”

“I -- what? You’re wrong. You… it wasn’t…” He grabbed his head, grunting in frustration.

After standing awkwardly in the entryway the whole time, Amane took a few steps inside. She made it to his bedside when he finally collected his thoughts.

“It was your fucked up family or whatever that caused everything. They did this. And I went along and made things worse.” He looked away. His next words felt stupid to say to a little kid. He felt like the most pathetic, weak, loser. But it was too important not to say.

“They almost killed me. You saved me.”

#milgram #fuuta kajiyama #amane momose #i am emotional about them!!!#my other drabble between them hinted that fuuta would convince her away from her dangerous beliefs before things got too bad #but i wanted to see what would happen if things Did get bad ya know #we were talking about what could convince amane to think twice about the medicine ban (if anything)#and i think seeing her closest friend is literally on deaths door finally gets through to her #shes sees him weak and bloody and completely out of it and knows this is Wrong #i dont know how long it takes fuuta to realize that it really was all for him that she changed but he does accept it eventually #it helps both of them grow #he feels worth saving (and therefore worth turning his life around) and she is freer from her cult #not completely #but one step at a time #tried to make fuutas narration simpler and shorter to reflect his thoughts but idk if that worked #i thought they were going to do a lot of stuff with mahirus head injury and memory but they never did- i played around with that a bit here #i thought about writing out amanes monologue to her god about how shes not doing this anymore but 1. its more dramatic to leave that to #the imagination and 2. idk if its silly but some things are so personal for a character and i dont wanna intrude... like yeah its my #story but thats between her and god fr #drabbles #tw cults #tw child abuse

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silversnowblossom · 1 year

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kaveh remembers returning from the desert, from his project, only to find the akademiya thrown into utter disarray. the sages gone, a large portion of the ground near the sanctuary of surasthana collapsed and crumbling, and rumours spread like wildfire. remembers realizing just how much he’s missed, how much danger alhaitham was in without his even knowing (alhaitham was injured, and he was none the wiser—). remembers hearing divine knowledge capsule and the scribe in conjunction and ice flooding his veins until he finds alhaitham, alive and well, in the house of daena. only then does the cold finally fade.

still. it could’ve so easily gone wrong. he could’ve returned only to find alhaitham dead, or gone, or his sanity shattered.

(there are fates worse than death, kaveh knows. that—that would’ve been one of them.

what is alhaitham, without that cunning, that stubbornness, that surprising deep-seated kindness? what would be left of him, without his mind?

kaveh has nightmares about it sometimes, about how he could have come back to find alhaitham an empty shell of himself, that brilliance so neatly excised. to see him without any of his sharp intellect, to look into his eyes and find no recognition there. for all their disagreements, kaveh does not think he would have been able to withstand that.)

#kavetham #alhaitham #kaveh #genshin #genshin impact #ficlet #drabble #fanfic #ramblings #like seriously kaveh comes back to the akademiya in ruins only to find out belatedly how much danger alhaitham was in?#he def was hella concerned #i like seeing kaveh concerned about alhaitham ok #like they bicker but they will absolutely burn down the world for each other #literally wrote this for the *vibes*

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zazter-den · 7 months

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MDNI

Trying to write the sweet&smutty part 2 to Tripp-ed Up- Except that I started my ovi cycle and now my thoughts are overrun by primal play Keigo Takami in rut chasing down draconic Reader cause "Don't you know birds of prey eat reptiles?" Specifically making a food delivery to his place with the instructions to restock the fridge, and the timing just ends up being the worst. Like she's a couple hours late with deliveries, his rut is early, tonight's the hunter's moon- just perfect storm. The result being Reader launching herself off his balcony and kicking off the chase on ground/through the misty night.

Hair along the back of your neck stood at attention the moment your eyes locked onto the onyx gaze peering down at you from the second floor. “Ooo-kaaay” you breathed out, not daring to make a move too sudden or a sound too loud. Hawks was crouched down, perched on the railing of the loft overlooking the living area. you could just make him out above you in the room barely lit by the amber moon outside. He was stone still, elbows planted on his knees, black blown iris' tracking your movement. He leaned back, balancing on the metal rail, watching your every move. It took Hawk's movement to make you realize just how underdressed the man was, even for delivery standards. He had on sleeping pants, patterned with red and blacks swirls, but that was about it. The only thing that adorned his chest was a garnet pendant that glinted along with his earrings and crimson foliage in the low light. You wanted to avert your eyes for politeness sake. You mean the man might be a hero but that wasn't an excuse to gawk. Even if he was the number one in your eyes. But for once in your life, you couldn't avert your gaze. You couldn't quite place it, but you felt the moment that you broke eye contact it would ignite this stand-off. Even if it weren't for the eerie crimson glow of his feathers and chosen adornments- There was something about the way Hawks leered at you from the darkness above that made the very idea of breaking eye contact with him seem, well, dangerous. Of all the times you had seen him in interviews and new's footage, even while fighting, the quick-paced feathered hero never struck you as ferocious. Yet here, in the garnet glow of his den, you were now struck by the realization that hawks are very much predatory birds by nature. So why did that feral look go straight to that increasingly needy spot between your legs? The way he looked in the moonlight looked straight Vampiric, and yet your panties were already getting uncomfortably slick.

#Reader just going “Haha...I'm in danger” taking off and Keigo zipping after #someone pls talk some sense into me before I write Keigo slamming reader into a wall and pulling on the base of their tail for leverage-#super self-indulgent idea has taken over like a fecking virus #-instead of writing sweet sero stuff tonight. argh.#zaz drabbles #minors dni #cw dubcon #cause heats/ruts #cw breeding

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marshmallowprotection · 1 year

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“Please, don’t make that face, my flower. I’m only trying to protect you.” his hand was incredibly gentle but the look in his eyes was not. Your thundering heart felt like crashing waves as he cradled your face in his hands. There was nowhere to hide from Ray’s unwavering gaze, and you knew that from the moment he stood in the doorway.

You swallowed.

When had it gone wrong?

Was it when you overlooked the glint in his eyes when he spoke of how much he hated the RFA? Was it when you disregarded V’s warnings because he was too much of a fool to explain himself properly? Was it when you ignored everything in your gut because you wanted to help a rabbit locked in a cage that was far too small for him?

Or, was it when you wandered into his cage and he dashed out, only to lock you inside instead?

“It’s dangerous. Please forgive me. It’s too dangerous for you out there,” he whispered. You wanted to trust him more than anything in the world, but the feeling of sticky red against your cheek was undeniable. A rabbit bathed in a puddle of blood was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. “I can’t risk losing you to them. I’m not sure we’d survive.”

You still weren’t sure what he meant by “we”.

Your protests would never reach him. You knew that when he didn’t quiver or waver when you whimpered his name. “Ray...”

“I know,” he rested his forehead against yours. He was cold... what once felt like warmth was chilled to the bone. You loved him, you knew you did, but this wasn’t the gentle boy you held when he cried his eyes out to you only a few days ago.... “You’re frightened. Please, don’t be afraid. I took care of the problem and it won’t ever hurt you again. I promise. Your hands will never be dirty. I’ll do what I must to keep you safe.”

“Ray...”

It was no use.

His blue-tinged eyes almost seemed to glow into yours with intent that made the anchor tied around your heels drag you further into his pool. He wouldn’t listen to you ever again.

“You’re safe in this cage. So, please, wait for me until I can set you free.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #mm #mysticmessenger #drabble #ray choi #choi ray #danger ray #ray mm #ray mysme #ray mystic messenger #mysme ray #mystic messenger ray #mm ray #mod kait

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lilyoffandoms · 3 months

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Crimes Drabble - Trystan x Lilah

Happy Birthday week, Dani!!

Warnings & A/N: No warnings. Lilah belongs to @storyofmychoices. The quote is actually “I said I liked it. I didn’t say I wanted to kiss it.” from In a Lonely Place.

“Ruby, not tonight,” I sigh.

My drink is smoky and the amber color reflects against my hand as I raise it to my lips. I close my eyes and savor the burn that trails down my throat. It’s smoother than my usual. Uncle Tommy left the good stuff at our table.

A birthday gift, for my favorite niece, he had said.

I’m your only niece, I had chuckled.

That’s why you’re my favorite, he had teased back.

Ruby’s playful tone pulls me back to the present.

“I only asked if you had, you know, any plans with someone tonight,” she grinned.

“My plan is to enjoy this bottle in peace and try not to think about the case load waiting on my desk for me tomorrow.”

“But you’d like to have plans with him tonight.”

It’s a knowing statement rather than a question.

“I admit to wanting quiet. And that will only be achieved by keeping him over there with Luke and you quiet.”

I give her a teasing pointed look.

“I have only question,” she waits my reluctant nod before asking. “Will tonight end in a kiss?”

“Ruby!” I groan.

I throw in an eye roll for good measure and but I can’t stop myself from looking over at him.

I try to keep my features schooled as she leans further across the table and just grins her silly grin at me. I seem the look before. I’ve seen the same body language. Hell, I’ve used the same techniques in the interrogation room.

She’s waiting for me to break.

“You do know that my profession, right? You know I can read tones and between the lines? I know all the tricks in that playbook.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” she smirks and keeps her focus on me.

I sit back in my seat and sip my whiskey again and smirk at her over the edge of my glass but not before my eyes dart in his direction again.

“As I suspected,” she chuckles. “You like like him.”

“I said I liked him. I didn’t say I wanted to kiss him.”

Not my finest defense but it will have to do because I’m unable to deny anything as he smiles that infuriating smile and walks over to me.

#it was a quick little gift tonight #i wrote it beside a roaring fire set beneath a vat a syrup bubbling away while sipping on a whiskey maple old fashioned #i hope you are having the best and loveliest of weeks leading up to your birthday #i will drink to you tonight my friend and toss the bundle of dried maple flowers into the fire in your honor tonight #my drabble #i like to live dangerously and do not edit #trystan x lilah #yes i’m quoting more film noir #any excuse to do so and i will take it #we are now discussing our favorite film noir and also detective films #life is good today

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bunn-iiii · 8 months

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Ghoul is sitting on the roof of the diner. Jet had told xem to maybe just try to take a moment to xemself to think about things. Xey said with full confidence that xey didn't need to do that, xey were perfectly fine exploding things rather than processing xeir emotions.

But here xey were, staring at the sun disappearing over the sand dunes in the distance. Somewhere in xeir mind xey recognized how stupidly cheesy this all was, but ignored the thought. Nothing big had happened in a little while, no major deaths of killjoys xey knew, no giant fights, no prank wars from other crayon boxes.

So instead xey decided to try to think about what another world would look like. A normal world. Xey thought about what xey would be like, xey think xey would play guitar, maybe be in a band. Maybe xey would still be a sweet tooth arsonist, maybe they would still be eccentric.

What about school? What would xey learn there? Xey remember reading a book about a kid that does band in school maybe xey would do that. Party would be an art kid, they always have some sort of pencil and paper when they can get their hands on 'em. Jet would be a theatre kid or maybe another band kid like Ghoul, maybe they would both be in a band together and travel the world. Kobra would be a choir kid or maybe even orchestra since he always talks about how he used to play violin when he lived in the city.

The world would look different too, there would be trees everywhere and green grass and clean water. Maybe Ghoul would go swimming every weekend during the summer months, go on camping trips, travel to new places. Xey would drive up mountains and on winding roads. Xey would see animals like deer and birds. So many things that Ghoul wished xey could have in this world.

Thought after thought poured into Ghoul's brain and so xey sat until the sun fully descended, leaving the sky pitch black with speckles of stars. Xey thought about an ordinary world.

(Box of Crayons: an affectionate term for a killjoy group)

#fun ghoul #ttlotfk #danger days #mcr danger days #drabble #killjoys #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #jet star #kobra kid #party poison #Spotify

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