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Could I please request 21.) zipping up a dress for you - "what, is the zipper stuck or something?" "no, 'm just looking." With Ghost? Like I can just imagine the tension if they weren’t together yet and they were still just in a ‘will they won’t they’ situation omg 😭💕 thank you!

absolutely anon! thanks for participating in my special :)

["what, is the zipper stuck or something?" "no, 'm just looking."]

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 #𝟐𝟏 - 𝐳𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - ❤︎

This was the worst-case scenario that you could possibly think of. Tonight, the Task Force was holding a banquet as a means of celebrating their recent victory, rescuing Kate Laswell back from being kidnapped. They were holding an auction, all the proceeds were to fund communities around them, specifically to help with missing kids.

The dress you were wearing, or, supposed to wear, was a little less than comfortable. A slim-fitting maroon gown that's zipper was stuck on it's on teeth, and it wasn't even halfway up your back yet.

You sighed as you stared at your backside in the mirror, most of it being completely exposed, showing off some freckles and birthmarks you completely forgot you had, and also some rather ugly scars and scratches from years past.

Thinking about who you could call, everyone was in meetings or preparing for the event themselves, all except for one person.

Ghost.

You rolled your eyes at the thought. He was an amazing solider, the best of the best, obviously, but when it came to making friends or being nice at all, he didn't know what he was doing.

It is different, and you can see that. Making conversation and willingly being kind whilst doing so wasn't the same as aiming a pistol and shooting it, but surely, he had other traits that allowed the former?

You were about to find out.

Picking up your phone in your slightly sweaty and clammy hands, you realized how stressed you really were. You dialed his number, his contact's name not even attached to it because you never bothered.

"Hello?" A deep voice spoke from the other side of the phone.

You inhaled sharply, and he immediately recognized who it was.

"Oh great, it's you," he spoke, and you could tell his mouth was stretched into a sly smile.

"Yes, it's me, I need help."

You heard Ghost shuffle around quickly, maybe even a knife being thrown out of its pocket, "What's wrong?"

Walking over to unlock the front door to hopefully let him in later, you balanced your phone between your bare shoulder and cheek, "No, nothing- nothing's seriously wrong, my dress just won't zip up and everyone else is busy."

Silence. You and Ghost marinated in it for a few seconds, and you swear you heard his tongue click against his teeth, something he only did when he was excited.

You heard him stand from his chair over the phone, "So I was the last resort? That's kinda mean, don't ya think?"

He was having a ball with this, but you on the other hand, your back was chilly and both of you had to be somewhere in less than an hour, so you wanted this show to get on the road.

"Just hurry up and GET. IN. HERE." Your words became decreased to nothing but a whispered shout at the end of your sentence, signaling how serious you were.

"Sheesh, woman, I'll be right the-"

You hung up before he could finish his sentence, and did one last look in the mirror to make sure nothing too scandalous was showing. It wasn't even 5 minutes that passed when there was a knock on your door.

"Come in," you yelled from your place in the bedroom. You heard the door creak open, "I'm in my room."

The sound of loafers clicking on your floor filled the hallway and echoing off the walls, right into your ears. You paused for a moment, realizing if Ghost was attending this event, he'd be dressed up too. That was something you weren't prepared to see.

He walked in, one hand in his pocket and the other fixing his simple black mask. No skull, no dirt, no face paint, no blood splattered. It was somehow classy. Ghost wore a regular black tux, a black tie tucked into his blazer, and a pristine white shirt peeking out from underneath it all.

It was safe to say the both of you were impressed with each other's outfits. His eyes skimmed over you, stopping right when he got to your hips. The red dress hugged them perfectly, dropping down into a regular A-line below. The train dragged on the ground, a few sparkles gently appearing at the edge.

"Wow."

You smiled at his loss for words. "Wow yourself, you look great. Now please, zip this thing up." You turned around, your bare back now facing Ghost, and his breath faltered at the sight. He took a few steps towards you without saying anything.

He was so close, you could feel his breath on your neck, it was deep and heavy, the way he was breathing. Like he was nervous, or excited, or maybe both. His hands were hesitant, but you slightly flinched as his fingers softly traced the slope of your back, slowly moving up and down. It was so soft, you weren't sure if he was even touching you at times, but instead just basking in the heat you were radiating.

"Is it really stuck? I might just have to ditch it if it's not working," you said, not sure if you were talking to yourself or him anymore.

"No, I'm - 'm just looking."

Your jaw slightly unhinged at his blatant confession. Just looking?

Finally, his fingers dipped lower to reach the zipper, and you shivered at the feeling.

"Hm. You ticklish?" He said as he slowly pulled up the zipper, leaving a finger in front so he could trace the entirety of your spine one last time.

"No," you said breathily. He didn't need to know how dizzy his touch was making you.

"Not really in any hurry, are we now?" His voice was dangerously low, seductively teasing you, and you loved it.

You shivered once more when his fingers reached the top of your back, drawing a small circle with his pointer finger on your skin.

"You have a birthmark there."

Humming in response, you turned around to face him. "Yes."

"You had a few more, but I was scared if I touched them, you'd freak out."

He started to walk out, looking both ways out the dark hallway as if he was crossing a street.

"I wouldn't freak out." You blurted, making him stop in his tracks, "You don't have to worry about that."

He nodded and said over his shoulder, "Noted."

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violetrainbow412-blog · 7 months

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Day 18: protecting

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“Are you okay with this?” Spencer asked, as he was about to walk through the door into the interrogation room.

You had captured the main suspect in a series of murders and Hotch gave Reid the task of interrogating him, but part of the plan was that after he asked some questions you would accompany him since you fit perfectly into victimology. If the man behind the glass was actually guilty, you were in the presence of a narcissistic and misogynistic criminal of the worst kind, violent enough to murder a woman in a matter of seconds if she didn't show interest, and that's why he wanted to make sure you were comfortable with that part of the plan.

“Yes, Reid. Everything is fine” to be honest, that answer wasn’t what you wanted to give him, but the case had given you so much headache in the last few days that all you wanted was for it to end, and if the only way to do it was to use yourself as bait, you were ready for it.

The man nodded and then opened the door to enter the room. He asked some questions to the detainee, who had asked not to be handcuffed as a condition for answering, and at one point your partner looked into the mirror to give you the signal.

Ted, that was the unsub's name, tensed up when he saw you enter and was quiet for a second, taking in your entire appearance before speaking again. The look completely sickened you, but you had to stop yourself and Spencer pulled out a chair so you could sit.

“This is my partner, Agent Y/L/N.”

"Agent? I thought a cupcake like this would be your secretary,” he whispered, reaching out to take your hand on the table. You were about to remove it when Spencer stepped forward to gently take it and lower it into your lap, removing it from the criminal's reach as he watched him seriously.

“She's here to watch you, nothing more. Let's continue with the questions."

The agent continued talking to get as much information as possible and you remained as composed as possible, avoiding doing anything that would contribute to his fantasy. But every time Ted deigned to answer he did so without taking his eyes off you and Spencer noticed your stiffness as the minutes passed, so he lowered one of his hands to your knee to squeeze it, as if he were trying to tell you silently that he was there for you.

His big, loving hand calmed you just a little, but that was better than nothing. But what little calm you could have was replaced by a bad feeling when you heard that disgusting man's voice.

“Have you seen the photos of those women?”

That was the second time he spoke specifically towards you and it made you look at him, noticing that he had a satisfied face that made you shiver.

“I am asking the questions”

“They were just like you…” he continued, ignoring your partner's words “Poor girls, they look so helpless and bruised. The man who did that to her definitely made them suffer. If I were you, I wouldn't walk around alone.”

“Mr. Sanders, you are here to answer questions, not to chat.”

“It's okay, Reid,” you murmured. The unsub wanted to talk and thanks to the profile you knew that the more involved you got, the more he would say, so you accepted the responsibility of pushing him away so that he would give you a confession: “If I'm honest, I'm not afraid, not of you or anyone. And I don't even believe that you killed those women”

Although Ted appeared calm, the slight movement of his eyebrows made you realize that being questioned by a woman was irritating him, but he wouldn't give in.

“Then why are you questioning me if you're so sure it wasn't me?”

“A simple suspect elimination procedure,” you responded, shrugging your shoulders. “If you're not handcuffed, it's not because you asked for it, but because you're not a danger. You’ve never done anything meaningful with your life, why would this time be any different?”

It was obvious that your words resonated with him and so you looked at Spencer to get his approval of your actions or a sign for you to stop. Luckily, you got the first one.

“And who are you to talk? You're just a little bitch that was sent here as a bad attempt to trick me”

“And even then, you won’t achieve in your life even half of the things that I have done”

“I highly doubt it,” he laughed.

You suddenly remembered an important characteristic that you had included in the profile and you thought that perhaps a woman hurting his ego would be the straw that broke the camel's back and finally spilled his guilt. It could also result in him attacking you, but it would be worth a try.

"Poor thing, who are you trying to fool?” you scoffed, leaning across the table in his direction until you only needed to whisper, “You can't even get a decent erection.”

Although you imagined it, you definitely didn't expect that man to lunge at you and grab your neck tightly in response to your provocation. He was extremely strong and that's why he managed to push you to the wall, where he lifted you a couple of centimeters off the floor while you kicked.

Fortunately he held you for only a few seconds, because right after Spencer had already lunged at him to free you. You never believed that your friend had the strength to push a grown, muscular man against the space next to you on the wall and not only that, but to bring him back to the table to subdue him with his chest against it and his arms in the back. You didn't even know when he had time to draw his revolver, which was already placed firmly against the detainee's temple.

You were struggling to catch your breath, but even with your blurred vision you managed to register your partner's expression. He was brimming with anger, like you had never seen before.

“If you touch her again, I'm going to put a hole in your head, do you understand?”

Amid the commotion you saw the security guards and Agent Morgan quickly enter the room to help restrain Ted, now placing a necessary pair of handcuffs on his wrists.

“You're going to die, whore,” he growled at you, wanting to break free to attack you again. Your friend just roughly pushed him outside, ready to guide him to a cell inside the police station where he would stay until you guys figured something out.

With just two jumps Spencer was already in front of you and you felt that he was shaking when his hands went up to your face to lift it a little so he could check your neck, although you didn't know if he was shaking from anger or fear.

“Oh my God, are you okay?” his tone of voice had softened compared to the tone he had used with Ted and that made you feel a little safer.

“I… I think so.”

“That damn son of a bitch,” you heard him whisper between his teeth, taking the time to check every inch of your skin. Once he was satisfied, he looked you straight in the eyes and realized that you were crying “No, no, pretty…”

You didn't even know why you were shedding tears, it was probably just from the shock of what had just happened, but your friend's hug felt like a wonderful comfort.

“I didn't mean to get in the way of this, I swear.”

“Don’t say that,” he asked in a serious voice, pulling you closer. “Thanks to you we now have a reason to keep him here, and when we have enough evidence, we will give that monster what he deserves and we will lock him up for life. I will take care of it myself if necessary.”

There was a different kind of hatred in his words, something you had rarely seen towards an unsub: it was a personal and strong feeling.

“Thank you for defending me”

"Are you kidding?" he murmured almost offended, while he separated from you to observe you “We are a team and I will never let anyone lay a finger on you, do you understand me? Nobody. Never"

After that he held you against him again and then you could cry freely, sheltered by his warm and wide body. When had he become so strong? You didn't know it, but you were grateful that a man like him was taking care of you.

And as he comforted you, he realized that the promise he had just made to you wasn't empty, like many people make, because Spencer knew that he would be able to face his worst fears if you were in danger. He had done it this time and he would do it as many times as necessary to keep you completely safe.

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nakahras · 3 months

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᯽ they forget valentine’s day • multi

synopsis • dazai is an oblivious and dramatic fool. chuuya is a wounded puppy that needs to relax

warnings • dazai (he needs his own warning yes), i’m not sure this even has cursing, anxiety, alcohol, drunk chuuya bc he’s a lightweight, reader is a civilian, fem!reader

wc • 2.8k

a/n • happy valentine’s day, lil birdies <3

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dazai:

you’d been pouty all week. giving him short responses both verbally and through texts. on day 3 he plucked up the courage to ask but you were short with him once again.

“i’m fine, osamu.”

you were lying to him. you never called him by his full first name, never called him “osamu.” it was always “‘samu” or “baby.” he tried his best to get it out of you a couple more times that day before letting out a huff of defeat at his desk. he was usually able to avoid his paperwork by distracting you but this week has been excruciating for him. you were “too busy” with paperwork. when had you ever been too busy for dazai? it just didn’t make sense.

you were lying and he knew you were.

on day 4, you were both dispatched on a mission together. it was just a standard patrol. something you have done a million times before and usually use it as an excuse to goof off and make a date out of it. this time, however, you apparently took it very seriously. you wouldn’t even let dazai hold your hand. dazai was wounded at this point. his chest felt heavy in the worst way possible.

even worse you started referring to him as dazai. he thinks he would prefer osamu over dazai.

“bella, why are you treating me like a mere colleague. i’m your boyfriend. shouldn’t i be able to hold your hand?”

he’s pouting, you can hear it in his voice but you refuse to acknowledge it. “we’re on assignment, dazai.”

“‘samu. ‘s ‘samu, not dazai. what did i do to deserve this injustice?” the pressure in his chest grows as you continue to look forward, straight faced.

you let out a sigh. “if you don’t know what you did -- or didn’t do -- i don’t know what to tell you.”

dazai spends the rest of that assignment wracking his head over things he specifically avoided doing.

on day 5 he started to actually sweat a little bit because of your increasing mistreatment of him. was this how you were ending things with him? he couldn’t for the life of him think of anything he had done wrong, or hadn’t done at all, as of late. he had been on especially good behavior recently. so the only conclusion he could rationally (read: irrationally) come to was that you were sick of him. you couldn’t stand him anymore. you hated him. that was the only possible explanation.

it wasn’t.

on day 6 dazai had lost all hope. he spent his whole day at his desk staring at the ceiling. he was moping and he was aware of it. the whole office was aware of it but no one was indulging him and that was part of the problem. it’s as if everyone was in on it with you. they all knew but no one would give him a hint. traitors. every single one of them were traitors. even his usually sweet protege, atsushi refused to stare dazai in the eye. that’s how he knew they were all keeping it from him.

dazai wholeheartedly believed they were all plotting on his demise.

finally ranpo came to dazai day 7 with a bag full of…heart themed treats? what was he supposed to-- oh. OH!? how could he have missed that it was mid february. he was meant to ask you to be his valentine and now it was day of and he didn’t even have any plans. he didn’t like the idea of ranpo having to bail him out. once he’s connected the dots, dazai bolts straight up. his chair crashing to the floor with a loud thud. he startles everyone in the office, even you look up in shock. he doesn’t say anything just rushes out leaving everyone, especially you, utterly confused.

he comes back an hour later with the biggest stuffed teddy you had ever laid your eyes on and the most gorgeous bouquet of 2 dozen roses. you’re not even sure where dazai got the money to buy them? you desperately hope he didn’t manage to steal them. he struggles his way over to you and gives you his big pleading puppy dog eyes that he knows works every time.

“i’m such a fool! my belladonna, i’ve failed you and i deserve to be shot where i stand. if you were to deny me i would completely understand,” no he wouldn’t. “but would you please be my valentine?”

you try to stay stern with him but you can feel yourself melting under his big brown eyed gaze. you’re conflicted and it shows on your face. “’samu…”

thank god for yosano walking in at that very moment. she is your savior for the second time this week. she looks at dazai incredulously and then just starts crackling. everyone looks at her confused. once she’s composed herself enough, she looks to you.

“please, tell me i get to be the one to break the news to him.” dazai’s brow furrows in confusion as he looks back at you for an answer.

you nod your head and smile relieved. “i haven’t told him yet….”

“told me what? what am i missing? why are you two being so cryptic?” dazai is whining now. he’s only slightly nervous that you have yet to give him a response, surely you won’t say no to him, right?

wrong.

“this sweet little angel agreed to be my valentine yesterday.” yosano announces proudly while wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

it’s comical, the way dazai’s jaw drops. he let’s out a dramatic gasp. “yosano i thought we were friends. you would steal my bella just like that?!”

“chicks before dicks, dazai. you slept on my pretty angel for too long.”

dazai tries so hard to be appalled but the shrill and scandalized “yosano” kunikida yelps out makes dazai lose his composure. the brunette takes opportunity in yosano and kunikida bickering to pull you aside. he gives you an earnest look, one so rare that you forget to breathe for a moment.

“are you really going to continue to be yosano’s valentine and not mine?”

curse his shining burnt caramel colored eyes. curse his pathetic shaggy haircut that made his waves frame his face so beautifully. and last of all curse those pouty and perfectly pink lips of his that you’ve denied yourself of for a week now. you want to curse him. you really do. but he is so pretty and you’re so weak to a pretty face.

your fold under his gaze and huff in defeat. he lights up like the radiant star he is. you missed his light, it had been dull the last 7 days. you pout as he brings you into his arms. “thank you for giving me another chance, my bella. i promise to make it up to you.”

“you better, ‘samu.”

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chuuya:

chuuya always worked extra hours. it was normal for him to overwork himself. but lately he felt as though his workload had doubled. he could only delegate so much before he started to feel bad about not doing the work himself. even the paperwork started piling up. after a long 4 days of sleepless nights chuuya has finally managed to clear out every stack of papers that were littering his office.

as if she had a sixth sense for knowing when chuuya was done with his work, kouyou walked in at the most opportune time. “a little birdy told me that you’d finally finished your work. how about we go for drinks to celebrate. it’s still early enough. my little sister should still be in her night class, right? she wouldn’t mind if i stole you for an hour or two, would she?”

“a drink?” chuuya can’t deny that a nice glass of vintage sounds heavenly right now. he hasn’t seen you in 4 days and although he wants nothing more than to hold you in his arms, he has to respect that you’re currently occupied by the one night class you have a week. kouyou was right, you wouldn’t be out until 9pm. it was only a handful of minutes before 7pm.

chuuya nods. “yeah, i could go for a drink.”

he found himself in one of the private rooms of one of the many restaurants kouyou owns. as promised he is sipping at his second glass of wine, heat is starting to settle in his stomach and he knows that soon enough, if he doesn’t pace himself, he’ll be feeling that heat in his head. it always made his mind foggy.

the conversation had lulled but it was a comfortable silence as they both picked at the appetizers kouyou had ordered for the two of them. kouyou takes a bite of and enoki beef roll and sighs in satisfaction. mid chew her eyes widen and she hums as if something just occurred to her. she hovers her hand in front of her mouth starts to chew quicker. a finger is held up by her other hand to indicate that it’ll just be a moment.

kouyou swallows her food intently and looks at chuuya excitedly. “what do you have planned tomorrow for my little sister?”

kouyou gives chuuya an excited smile and expectant look. the problem is…chuuya has no idea what kouyou is talking about. why would he plan something for tomorrow? panic starts to settle at the pit of his stomach. why would he have something planned for tomorrow? did he forget your birthday? anniversary? what even was the date?

kouyous smile drops as she watches visible panic flit across chuuya’s expression. she sighs, feeling a little sorry for bringing it up. she thought maybe chuuya had been working so hard to get everything finished to enjoy the day with you tomorrow. no, he was just being his usual self and overworking himself to exhaustion. evidently he had no idea what tomorrow was.

“chuuya, calm down. it’s only valentine’s day. she’s forgiving. i’m sure she won’t hold it against you if you forget one valentine’s day. even so, you still have time. i’ll make reservations for dinner for you two at my nicest restaurant, the one at the hotel in the business district. i’ll book you a suite to stay the night as well. on me.”

chuuya visibly relaxes but the look on his face is still one of worry. kouyou gives him another expectant look and chuuyas shoulders slump over. he looks like a wounded puppy. she could practically hear the whimpers.

“i didn’t ask her to be my valentine…” chuuya feels ridiculous saying it but he figures if anyone was going to understand it would be kouyou.

kouyou picks up the bottle of wine and tops off chuuya’s now empty wine glass. she doesn’t think he’s noticed in his panic how much he’s had to drink but she’s hoping a little more will relax him. she doesn’t expect him to finish the whole glass, maybe just another sip or two.

kouyou has never been so wrong in her life.

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you get let out early from your night class, something about needing to prepare for tomorrow? whatever that was supposed to mean. perhaps it was a special day for him?

as you’re walking up the stairs to your small apartment you look at the time: 8:23pm. you had expected to take the train home but one of your friends offered to give you a lift home. so you were home earlier than expected and you were so appreciative of it. it’s been a long week and you just want to relax.

you shot chuuya a text when you got out. you felt a little guilty for not being able to talk to him more the last 5 or so days. you’d been busy with starting up clinicals and of course having mock patient evaluations and notes due the same day. but you were finally settled and just so happened to have the next 2 days completely free.

you check your messages and see that the message is marked as read but chuuya never replied. you don’t have much time to worry about it though because the second you’re rounding the corner you see -- is that two? yes, it is. you see two familiar heads of ginger hair standing outside of your apartment door. your brows furrow as you get closer and notice your boyfriend is leaning on kouyou for support. his face is abnormally red; it's almost comical.

you clear your throat and kouyou looks up from struggling to keep her own balance. she gives you an apologetic smile. “sorry to dump him on you, sunshine, but he refused to go home after he got your text. i had no choice but to bring him here.”

chuuya seems to have enough consciousness to realize that kouyou is talking to someone. he finally looks up and squints at your for a moment before his eyes light up in recognition. he whispers your name under his breath and gets this adorably determined expression on his face. oh god, he and kouyou must have just came from having drinks. he’s surprisingly stable on his feet still, only stumbles over his feet twice before he’s standing in front of you, examining your face intently, as if he's looking for something that’s clearly not there.

“did kouyou feed you too much wine again, baby?” you let out a small giggle and chuuya swears he could cry over how much he missed you these last few days.

“...yeah. she did. drank too much wine. ‘was good though.” his sentences are short and words are slurred. you think if his speech wasn’t slightly broken, he would definitely be slurring more.

you peer over at kouyou and smile at her appreciatively. “thank you for getting him to me safely, kouyou. are you gonna be alright getting home?”

she waves her hand at you dismissively. “he insisted. i have my driver with me. you two lovebirds have a good night and enjoy your date tomorrow~”

just like that, kouyou leaves you confused. before you’re able to process her words and form a question she’s already made her way around the corner and out of sight. you look at chuuya for an answer instead. his eyebrows are furrowed and he’s examining your face once again. you begin to feel self conscious and pat at your face.

“what? what is it? also… what was kouyou talking about? what date? are you taking me somewhere tomorrow?” you know you might be asking too many questions for chuuya’s muddled brain right now but you’re far too confused to care.

chuuya huffs as if remembering something distasteful. his mouth turns down in a frown and he does something he rarely would sober. his hands find your waist and he pulls you into him with his ability. you make a small squeak of surprise as you practically crash into his chest. your palms placed o his chest to brace yourself. you notice chuuya is uncommonly stable for his state and chalk it up to his ability being activated. you’re correct of course, his body is illuminated by a red glow -- your’s is too.

before you have a chance to ask what in the hell was going on you’re distracted by chuuya’s hands slipping under your scrub top and circling your waist. your breath hitches at the intimate touch. his head drops to your shoulder and he breathes you in. the breath is immediately followed by a content sigh.

“‘m sorry. i forgot” it’s muffled but you still make it out.

you swallow thickly trying to ignore just how much his touch affects you. “you’re sorry about what? what did you forget?”

“didn’t ask you sooner…” you think maybe he’s lost his mind. it’s the only explanation you have for the nonsense he’s spewing.

you reach over to pry chuuya from your shoulder but it’s no use. you let out a defeated sigh. “ask me now.”

chuuya looks up at that. for the third time in the past ten minutes he’s examining your face. you’re no longer questioning it. you suppose it makes sense. it’s been almost a week since you last saw each other. you can’t deny that you missed him too.

“be my valentine?” you don’t think that you’re seen him this nervous since he asked you out.

your brows furrow for a moment until realization slaps you in the face. your mouth forms a circle as it hits you that today is the thirteenth of february. tomorrow is valentine’s day. guilt seeps into your very core. you had completely forgotten because of how busy with school you were.

you sigh and reach out to hold chuuya’s face. “only if you’re still willing to be mine too since i also forgot that tomorrow is valentine’s day.”

chuuya perks up, it’s akin to an excited puppy. you can’t help the way your heart melts at the sight of his soft expression. you giggle as chuuya brings you in and showers you in kisses. you can’t help but to think that all the hard work you put in and going days without seeing chuuya is all worth it when you finally reunite and get to see him again like this.

#dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #bsd x reader #dazai x you #chuuya x you #bsd x you #dazai osamu #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #chuuya x fem!reader #dazai x fem!reader #bsd x fem!reader #fem!reader #chuuya nakahara #bsd #bungo stray dogs #skk x reader #skk #᯽. éli originals

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ivryne · 1 year

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late night, telephones ˖ ࣪

⋆ ᳝ ֺ alhaitham x gn!reader | modern high school!au

— in which Kaveh made it his life mission to find out who is his roommate’s secret lover. [ pt two here ]

“Yes, goodnight darling. I’ll see you tomorrow. Yeah, love you too.”

Accidentally overhearing Alhaitham’s late night phone call was one thing Kaveh didn’t plan on. But hearing those words spur from his literally cold-as-ice tongue made him question his existence. Alhaitham?? Being affectionate with someone???? Saying ‘I love you’ back??? Was Kaveh about the be called up to celestia and live his remaining life with the primodial one??

Okay it’s not even about the fact that he called them darling. OR THE FACT THAT HE SAID I LOVE YOU BACK. Even though those facts alone were something he desperately need to talk about later. But one thing Kaveh was mostly surprised at was the fact that someone wanted to be affectionate with him.

That made him wonder. Like the green haired moron does literally nothing but sit and read. Without his pretty face, perfect brawns, and outstandingly smart brain, he would be nothing. No but seriously, did you ever see Alhaitham taking a step forward to start a conversation? No, exactly! In fact he’s the one that takes the initiative to stop them.

So from now on, Kaveh decided to make it his life mission to find out who exactly is willing to suffer for the sake of being with Alhaitham.

Going to his lists of candidates he has…uhm. He can’t really think of anyone right now rather than the librarian that spends 24/7 in the library. I mean he guessed they do have one thing in common. But no let’s cross that out.

Oh yeah! Alhaitham was in the student council. He was there as secretary! Okay that opened up a few spots for some people Alhaitham could be dating.

Okay so far here is his list:

1. Vice president of the student council, Cyno

Notes: possibility 40%. Seen them talk before but they hate each other sm. Honestly giving enemies to lovers vibe but didn’t Cyno had a thing w Tighnari? Idk need to check again.

2. Student council head of social media department, Nilou

Notes: possibility 60%. Very very pretty, single too (I think??) Seen them talk but I think only abt student council matters (or is it??). Kinda too good for Alhaitham. She doesn’t seem to be the type that likes cold guys. Does that cross her out??

3. Student council head of sports department, Dehya

Notes: possibility -100%. Definitely not. Rumour spreading around that she’s dating Dunyazard. Ship them sm ngl if she turned out to he dating Alhaitham I’ll kill him for ruining my ship. But overall definitely not.

4. Student council president, [ Name ]

Notes: possibility 25%. Nah bro they too good for him. They’re literally the definition of social butterfly and he’s likes the opposite. So many ppl chasing after them fr so if they turned out to be taken by Alhaitham, I’ll personally go back to celestia myself.

So far that was the list! It was okay so far but he needed more evidence. The one with most percentage on his list was Nilou. He’ll have to ask around to find more candidates too. But he was sure that the list of candidates wouldn’t be more than 5.

Before you questioned Kaveh to why didn’t he just asked Alhaitham, it’s because he would just stare at him blatantly and said “It’s not your problem” ! Honestly, getting an answer from Alhaitham aside for calculus matters is extremely difficult.

He did his research and observations. Alhaitham goes to the library every day (literally). He spends his time there reading the same kind of shit he does at home, staying quietly at a remote corner, away from all the other students.

There was no way this man is taken. The problem is he doesn’t even try. Like at all. 0 efforts. If Kaveh was his lover, he would’ve dump his ass in public and let him suffer the embarrassment. The worst part about that is the fact that he probably won’t even care!

After what seemed like 30 minutes, Kaveh decided that all was hopeless and finally went his merry away. Ah, if only he stayed just a minute more. Then he wouldn’t have missed your approaching figure heading towards the man whose nose is stuck in a book.

“Hi.” A small smile graced your lips, your eyes melt into those turquoise hues, one that reeked of fondness and admiration.

No words of greetings has yet to leaves his tongue, but the way he scooted over to the right, indicating you too sit by him was more than enough.

“So, when are we going to tell him?” Alhaitham averted his gaze from his book unto you. His eyes slightly squinted, showcasing evidence of him clearly thinking.

“Is it really equivalent for him to know?” Your boyfriend asked, earning a soft chuckle from you.

“Statically speaking, not really. But the way he’s searching for candidates is so hilarious and amusing to watch, don’t you think, darling?” Alhatham lifted his book up to eye level, covering the dust of pink that shimmered around his features.

He pondered awhile before replying “Ah you’re not wrong. It is quite the fun to see him run around chasing for some bit of evidence. A mastermind are you, my love?” Now it was your turn to flush shades of red. You can see the smile of adoration on his eyes cascading through the shades of his irises.

Times like these are where you love him most. Where the two of you sit in the presence of one another, quietly scheming and watching that friend of yours running around like a detective on a case. Seeing him desperately looking for the answer when it is right in front of him, sitting cross legged and maneuvering the most amusing smile.

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turcott3 · 3 months

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worst behavior

cole sillinger x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, arguing, smut: oral fem receiving, unprotected sex, hair pulling, overstimulation, slightest tiniest bit of fluff

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~this ain’t no game, won’t play with you. this time i know ill stay with you~

your eyes fluttered open to a room filled with sunlight. you stretched out and rolled over, running into something. you finally process what’s going on and look around the room, not recognizing a single piece of it.

“where am i?” you whisper, looking at the body next to you. an ohio state hockey player who’s name you vaguely recalled, but that didn’t matter because someone definitely saw you leave with him.

fuck.

“hmm.” you hear the boy groan next to you.

“good morning.” you say scooting away from him.

“morning beautiful.” he says opening his eyes and smiling at you, your heart almost fluttering at those words. cole never uttered them to you.

“sleep good?” you ask as he leans up on his elbow.

“i did, last night was incredible.” he says kissing you on the cheek. that’s when it all came flooding back. his gentlemanly gestures roped you in. he opened the car door for you, he was sweet, overall seemed like someone you’d actually want to be with. until you remembered that you had never betrayed your….. whatever it was, to cole.

“i’m gonna get a shower, you can stay here or raid the kitchen. my home is yours.” he says smiling at you.once the bathroom door shuts, you scramble to collect your clothes, putting them on, grabbing your phone, and sneaking out the door as quickly as possible. you had been fucking cole for a few months now and would never dare to betray your loyalty to him. he was like a drug to you, and you were addicted. not that he could say the same for you as much as you wished he would. you had no car and didn’t know where you were, but you couldn’t call cole, so you chose the next best option. adam.

“hello?”

“yes hey adam, so it’s a long story but can i send you my location? i don’t know where i am and i have no transportation.”

“yeah of course i can. are you okay?”

“yeah i just have a bad feeling that someone is gonna know about what happened and i really wanna just pretend it never happened. i’ll tell you in the car.”

“y/n it’s gonna be fine, don’t worry. send me your location and i’ll be there.”

“sent. thank you so much adam, seriously.”

“no problem, i don’t want you to get kidnapped or anything.” he laughs.

“thank you, bye adam.”

“bye.” he says and you hang up. what were you going to tell cole? you check and see only one missed call and two texts from him. everyday you hoped he would grow more desperate for your attention, but the day still never came. once adam arrived at your location, you get into his car and buckle without a word.

“so what happened?” he says putting the car back into drive and pulling off.

“i went to a party last night,”

“like the one some of the guys and i went to?”

“yes that one, and i guess i got drunk and came back with a fucking ohio state hockey player, but he was so sweet and nice and gentlemanly.”

“ohio state really?” adam asks.

“adam, that’s what you’re concerned about?” you say smacking him on the arm.

“hey that’s serious dude,”

“that is the least of my worries right now. what if cole finds out? someone had to have seen me leave with him.”

“has he called you?”

“yeah.”

“when?”

“like 2 hours ago.”

“he knows.” he simply states.

“i mean maybe he doesn’t.”

“check your voicemail.” he says going silent, you listened in and he didn’t go into specifics but he seemed angry.

“well shit, i’ll go see him tomorrow,” you say

“probably a good idea.” he replies, the rest of the drive was mostly silent. how were you supposed to make an excuse for this?

the next day came and you were terrified. once you arrive at his house, you step up to the door but before your knuckles could hit the wooden surface, it opens.

“look who finally decided to show up.” he says stepping out of the way so you could walk inside.

“look cole i-“

“i don’t wanna hear it.”

“what do you mean?”

“an excuse, so you’re gonna tell me what the fuck happened the other night.”

“well i-“

“spit it out.” he says stepping closer.

“why do you care so much?” you ask.

“just answer the fucking question.”

“fine. that night, i got drunk at the party, you would know bc you were there. you had girls surrounding you, this lovely guy came up to me. he was super sweet and respectful so i went home with him.”

“oh so you’re fucking him now too?”

“well i obviously haven’t gone back to him, nor do i have his number. is that what you want to hear?”

“no.”

“take me on a date, just once, and i’ll forget i even looked in his direction.” you begged. you didn’t want your time with cole to end. you never wanted it to if you could help it.

“i want you forget he ever even fucking existed y/n.”

“just take me out one time cole.” you beg, and his stance doesn’t change.

“did he fuck you good?” he says smirking, changing the topic.

“well it was okay, he was very sweet though. i love that in a guy, just pure sweetness.”

“so he didn’t fuck you like i do?”

“maybe he did.” you shrug, knowing it was a flat out lie.

“oh really?” he scoffs, grazing his hands around your waist, facing inching closer to yours.

“he could never come close to what i give you.” he says lowly, connecting your lips. instantly, you cave at his touch. your arms wrapping around the back of his neck. he bites your lip as he pulls away looking into your eyes. he picks you up, wrapping your legs around his waist and carries you to his room, shutting the door and locking it behind him. he tosses you on the bed, immediately pulling your shirt off over your head and throwing it as he does the same.

“i just really like when a guy is sweet, you don’t understand that?” you say interrupting the tangible silence in the room.

“no i do.”

“sure doesn’t seem like it.”

“well maybe i can be sweet.” he retorts.

“ha sure you can.” you scoff as he walks over to the bad, towering over you.

“you just don’t get to find out right now.” he smirks, crawling onto the bed and attaching his lips to your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin. your hands find their way into his hair, tugging on hit lightly as you grew more and more anxious for him to get the ball rolling. he unclasped your bra with one hand and helps you out of it, tossing it across the room. he hooks his fingers under the bands of your underwear and he slides them down you legs quickly before removing his own underwear.

“you want me to fuck you baby?”

“yes, please cole.” you say practically in a whisper as he bends down, his tongue making contact with your dripping core. his tongue working in circles on your clit, his sheets now clenched in your fists. suddenly sliding two fingers into you, curling them causing your back to arch, a loud moan ripping from your throat, already edging a climax. out of nowhere, he pulls his fingers out backing away from you, sucking your juices off his fingers before crawling over you and kissing you sloppily.

“no please why’d you stop?” you whine.

“just had to get you ready.” he smirks pulling away, running his leaking tip through your soaked folds.

“you gonna be good for me pretty girl?” he asks.

“i am.” you say quietly.

“good.” he smirks before pushing into you without warning, a galaxy forming behind your eyelids, your legs hooking around his hip.

“fuck.” you say gripping onto his arms. his thrusts were deep and hard.

“so good just for me.” he grunts out in broken up speech. you open your eyes and lock contact with his, moaning uncontrollably as he hit the sensitive spongey spot deep inside you with each thrust.

“fuck cole oh my god.” you say, the only words you could possibly muster up. you were overstimulated in the best way, sex with cole was always amazing but he was really outdoing himself this time. he leans down, attaching your lips to his to silence your moans as your climax creeped closer and closer.

“god you’re so fucking hot.” he says locking eyes with you again, before you roll your eyes into the back of your head trying to hold off the orgasm that threatened to rip through your body.

“cole i-“

“do it. come for me.” he says and on queue you see stars, your body relaxing all the tightness it previously felt. he fucked you all the way through your high, thinking that was the end.

“you think we’re done here? i’m not done with you.” he says slowing down and pulling out of you, picking you up and tossing you onto your stomach. you raise yourself up in your hands and knees weakly, knowing exactly what he wanted. he places his calloused hand on your ass, using the other to help push himself into you swollen core.

“fuck.” you scream as his hips slam into you quickly.

“yeah you like that?”

“fuck yes i do.” you say, kicking back into high gear, his hips slamming into your ass, his thick cock somehow hitting deeper than before, stretching you out with each thrust. your arms give out and your chest hits the bed, arching your back to keep your position for him.

“god damn look at you.” he says, the smirk lining his voice. his hand reaches into your hair, gathering it around his hand as he pulls you back up, you arms barely holding your weight as he pulls your back closer to his chest until you’re flush against his front side, his other hand holding you up while his fingers found their way to your clit. you couldn’t conjure any words, your hand found the back of his neck as he grunts sweet nothings into your ear, feeling your orgasm approach once again.

“fuck cole i’m gonna come.” you force out. he lets go of your hair and you fall back onto your arms, your walls clenching around him.

“come for me, come baby.” he says and you do as you’re told once again, your arms shaking as he spills his seed deep into your cervix.

“oh my god.” you say as he pulls out of your overly stimulated core rolling you over, your legs shaking frantically. you’d never been fucked that good a day in your life and you were wishing you could feel it again already.

“so, does he fuck you like i can?” he asks again breathlessly and you shake your head quickly, not being able to speak up.

“use your words baby.” he smirks, climbing over you, his face a mere 4 inches from yours, his hair grazing your forehead lightly.

“he could never.” you say pulling his chain bringing him in for another kiss.

“let’s get you cleaned up.” he says smiling as you pull apart. typically, he says this and wipes you clean with a rag, sending you on your way so you didn’t expect much. he puts his boxers on and walks into the bathroom, soaking a rag with warm water before returning, wiping you clean gently. he tosses the rag into his hamper and hands you your lace thing off the floor and a blue jackets tshirt.

“cole wha-“

“no no, take it seriously.” he says and you take it from him hesitantly, pulling it over your head. careful, he removes your hair from the neck, and brushes it behind your shoulders.

“what’s all this?” you say, shocked that you were even still at his house.

“showing you that i can be sweet.” he smirks, pulling you by the shirt into a sweet kiss.

“i’m usually gone by now.”

“well maybe this time you should stay.”

“are you sure?”

“yeah why not.” he says leaning back on his head board, opening his arms for you to join him. you lay your head on his chest as your arm drapes over his body, his hand gently rubbing up and down your back.

“why have you never let me stay before?” you say looking up at him, breaking the silence.

“i didn’t know what you wanted from me, until today.”

“what do you mean?”

“i thought you just wanted to be around me for sex.” he shrugs, looking down at you.

“well maybe at first but it grew to much more than that. i don’t think i’ve ever regretted anything more than fucking that dude the other night but i mean to be fair i thought all you wanted from me was sex too.”

“it was for a while but feelings change you know.” he laughs slightly.

“so?”

“so what?” he asks obliviously.

“are you gonna take me out?” you say giving the man puppy dog eyes. he rolls his eyes laughing lightly.

“yes y/n, ill take you out.” he giggles, kissing you on the head. it brought you peace knowing that he had feelings for you too, but maybe you should be on your worst behavior more often…..

#cole sillinger #cole sillinger x reader #cbj #adam fantilli #cole sillinger smut #turcs’ talk

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atlasdoe · 6 months

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Unpopular Marauders opinions

i'm bored so here are some opinions that i'm too scared to say on any other platform

Deciding that Pandora Lovegood had to be from a death eater family (Rosier, Malfoy, Lestrange) was the worst thing this fandom ever did to her character

The fannon characterisation of Marlene McKinnon gives me massive self inset pick me vibes and i hate every part of it (and i really mean every part of it)

This fandom isn't misogynistic y'all are just too demanding and expect the fandom to be the exact same as any other where we have a hardcore cannon source for every one of these characters and ships. we do not. we know more about Barty Crouch Jr then we do about Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald and Dorcas Meadowes combined. it's unrealistic and stupid to expect everyone to care about the same characters and ships to the same capacity as you do when we are not watching/reading the same thing. (if any of that makes sense)

Barty Crouch Jr, Evan Rosier and pretty much every single other death eater were villains. it's okay to like them and want to expand on them but stop trying to make every bad guy secretly good

We cannot keep blaming Dumbledore for everything. Dumbledore had nothing to do with half of the deaths that you are accusing him of. blaming Dumbledore and headcannoning that he obliviated Mary and turned Regulus away and all that takes away from everyone else's characters, sacrifice and choices

The Marauders weren't child soldiers. They had a choice on if they wanted to join the Order or not and they chose to because they're Gryffindors and they're The Marauders and probably thought of themselves as some invisible hero's. They don't need to be seen as victims to Dumbledore for them to be tragic

There is a cannon and you cannot be mad at people for wanting to stick by it

Similarly Fannon Sirius is against cannon. Sirius is one of the primary adult characters in the Harry Potter series. He is literally the title character to the fan favourite book/film. We have so much information about how he acts and "oh Remus i'm your little bitch please let me sit on your lap because i'm only small" ISNT ONE OF THEM

Death to alpha male Remus. DEATH I SAY

This fandom is so obsessed with making every character tragic that the word has lost all meaning. It is possible for Mary to be happy yknow???

Someone in the fandom: "hey look at this cannon character who seems quite interesting" The rest of the fandom: "how can we make this character have some kind of relation to every other character that we already care about??" IM SO SICK OF IT!!! NOT EVERYONE HAS TO BE DATING EVERYONE

Stop trying to change the name of the Slytherin Skittles. Yes it's a stupid name but it's somehow stuck and you're not changing that. just let it be

I ship Remus with anyone who is not more then a year younger then him and i mean literally everyone. Give me Remus and Voldemort fanfic for all I care

I've already said this before but the prank is overrated

Leave my girl Emmeline alone. Why are y'all shipping her with Barty?? Why are you making her the other women to Marlily?? Why are you making her anything but a Ravenclaw?? Do you hate her?? She hasn't done anything to you😭😭 (no but seriously tho i get that headcannons are headcannons but Emmeline is my girl and i have been expanding on her character since 2019 when no one gave a rats arse about her so seeing her shipper with BARTY ruined my life)

That's all i can think of for now please don't hate me but if you wanna talk send me an ask or reply cause i love talking about this kind of stuff :)

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void-ink-studios · 5 months

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Oh Glob, He's Been Kidnapped

A silly romp through Ooo, with a touch of bitter sweet at the end. I hope you enjoy y'all!

A few sidenotes:

I've started picturing the Organizer's voice like Agent 47's handler, Diana Burnwood, in the new Hitman games. No idea why, just felt like it fit her.

Random thought that might end up as it's own post, but I find the idea funny if Scarab's species had no real concept of gender, and Scarab just accepted he/him pronouns because that's what everyone in the pantheon used for him and he just shrugged and accepted it.

Next time, as suggested by @scumbkat I think it's about time Scarab gained his own Nightmare aspect.

Fun fact, this was the instalment to push this series over 100 pages in the google doc.

Word Count: 2,500

Of all things Scarab had expected on this "field trip" (as Prismo put it) to the land of Ooo, this was not one of them.

Where in Glob's name did Prismo go?

Seriously, Scarab had turned his back for, like, maybe 10 seconds. And when he turned back, the human shaped mage Prismo was disguised as was just... up and gone.

At first he thought he had wondered off to another shop in market or something, but Scarab had scoured this place top to bottom at least 3 times, and no sign of the Wishmaster anywhere.

He climbed the tallest stall he could find, earning him some choice curses, and nothing.

It wasn't as if Scarab was nervous or anything. Prismo was a god. One of the most powerful in the multiverse. Just because he was currently human shaped did not make him as vulnerable as one.

But, well, this trip was kind of off the books. If Prismo got his body killed somewhere, they'd have the Organizer to answer to, and Scarab was not particularly looking for a scolding next time she visited for tea.

"Prism!" He called the fake name the Wishmaster had given himself, trying to shout over the chaotic crowd. "Prism, where did you go? We're supposed to be heading back soon! Prism!"

All that got him was annoyed looked from the people trying to pass by him.

Great.

"Hey, big knight dude" a voice called. Scarab momentarily forgot what he looked like, confused at this address. But, yes, he recalled now. He looked much more like a knight, his shell conveniently passing for armor with a bit more flair. He turned in search for the voice. "Over here, man!"

A human. Or, Scarab was pretty sure he was human, he looked enough like Prismo's body to be somewhat confident. He was tall, muscular, with a mess of blond hair spilling out the back of his hat. A mechanical arm waved him over.

Scarab shook off his frantic edges, striding over with an air of confidence.

"Yes, can I help you?"

"You need help, man? Heard to yelling for someone, and I saw you pacing around the place. What's going on?"

"Oh, I seem to have lost my traveling companion. I turned my back for a few seconds, and poof, gone."

"What's he look like?"

Scarab examined the human a little closer. Big smile, sword on the hip, an attitude similar to a happily suicidal puppy. Hmm.

"And how do I know you don't have something to do with his disappearance?"

"Nah man, I'm super good! I'm the hero in these parts."

Scarab decided that, if worst came to worst, he could take him.

"...I'll choose to believe you for now, hero. Short stature, brown skin, long curly gray hair and beard, most garish pink wizard robes possible? Enough jewelry to be mistaken for a treasure chest? Old?"

"Hmmm..."

"Hey, didn't we see someone like that walking around with those weirdo wizards" a new voice chimed in. Scarab's head snapped to the new comer, spotting a... dog? Rainicorn? Both? She didn't have discernable eyes, but very long almost platinum blond hair that had been fashioned into a hammock in the tree.

The hero thought for a second.

"Oh yeah, that's right Junior! Man, I knew those creeps were trouble!"

"You know these characters?"

"They're quick to sniff around anyone with a hint of magic junk" Junior supplied. "Tried cutting my hair for rainbow powers of whatever."

"What for?"

"We're not sure" the hero sighed. "They keep harassing wizards and stuff, but no one's really gone with them before. You guys new here?"

"You could say that, yes. We're passing through."

"Man, sorry about that. But, if they dragged your bud away, I think I know where they went!"

Scarab released a long-suffering sigh, rubbing his hand under his helmet.

"Glob, Prism, of course, of course you'd get yourself accidentally kidnapped the second I turn my back."

"You don't sound to worried" Junior said.

"I'm not. Prism is more than capable of taking care of himself. But, it is... inconvenient. He probably thinks this is an adventure or some nonsense."

"Hey man, anything can be an adventure! Even kidnappings. C'mon, we'll find him together. What's your name, stranger?"

"Ruby Knight is fine. And you?"

"I'm Finn! And this little lady is Jake Jr. but I just call her Junior."

Scarab was thankful for both his helmet and remarkable poise. If either failed him, he might've started choking on air.

Finn. This was... Prismo's Finn. He finally noticed the tattoo on his chest, a smiling dog cradled in forget-me-nots. Of course. Of course he'd happen to run into the one human Prismo might know.

And... Jake Jr. A daughter, most certainly. Did Prismo know? Most likely, Jake had to have told him if they were as close as he believed, but he made know indication of having ever met her.

Okay... Okay, this is fine, probably. And, it's not like he had much choice right now.

"A pleasure to meet you, Finn the hero. Let's go find my idiot wizard friend, shall we?"

"Alright, let's do this! Adventure time!"

And with that, the human went charging off in a direction through the market. Junior seemed unsurprised, casually standing up.

"We should probably try to keep up. Can't let him have all the fun to himself."

Scarab nodded, quickly catching up and keeping pace with Finn.

"Hey, dude, I don't see a lot of new knights around here! Which princess you work for?"

"None of them. Technically, I work for Prism, but I am my own agent."

"Ooooh, I remember meeting a few of those. They were jerks, way to into their own armor. One followed me around, like all day, trying to embarrass me. You seem cool though."

"A knight obsessed with armor is a lousy knight indeed. I've met a fair share who seem to think the weapons and costumes are replacements for skill."

"I know, right? I got skills though, skills to pay the bills. At least, that's what Marcy and PB say."

Scarab found himself relaxing at least a little bit as he followed this human hero.

"...How you know your buddy would be fine? You sounded really sure about it."

"He's one of the best mages I've ever met. He is more than capable of helping himself if he feels his in actual danger. Problem is he is very bad at telling what is and isn't dangerous."

"Man, that sounds like me. I once jumped into a dungeon without backup, got my ass kicked. By a cat. And another knight, the Bucket Knight. Scarier than he sounds."

Scarab didn't talk to mortals very often, but this he felt was a good one.

One of the fun ones.

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"Ooooh, what's this do?"

Prismo, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. When three dudes in black cloaks put an arm around his shoulder and offered magic beyond belief, well, he was hooked.

No, Prismo was not an idiot. Everything in there was very clearly cursed, destined to attach or leech or possess the user the second they walked out of the spooky tent with it.

But, no harm if he didn't leave with it.

"That, sir, will amplify your powers into a brilliant burst. You'd be untouchable."

Prismo could tell the goons were getting impatient. He knew he looked like a fat, easy target with his jewelry and demeanor, but he was much trickier than most assumed.

Money's paws were fun, after all.

He could hear them whisper.

"He gonna buy anything or just waste our time?"

"Patience, brother. We'll have him soon enough."

"Can't we just stab him and be done with it?"

"Quiet!"

Prismo chuckled to himself, standing up straight. Scarab had probably noticed he was gone by now, he should probably go back before he split his shell.

"Well guys, this was nice, but I think I should be going now. Lots of neat stuff you got here, but I don't think I'm interested."

He turned with a big smile to see three hooded goons who looked like they wanted to rip him apart.

"...Now?"

"Now."

Two of them surged forward to hold Prismo's wrists, dragging him to a very fancy looking chair.

"Woah, friends, what's the harsh treatment for?"

"Oh shut up, old man. We listened to you prattle on about nonsense for the past hour! We're bleeding you dry of magic, with or without your cooperation!"

Prismo was suddenly very aware of a knife to his neck as he was strapped down.

"Fellas, fellas, you don't wanna do this" he crooned.

"Oh, trust me, it's no trouble, you doddering old fool. It's our pleasure."

"No, no, that's not what I mean. My bud, he's probably looking for me. Not the kind of guy you want to get on the bad side. So just let me go and we pretend none of this ever happened, right?"

"We're not scared of some over dressed, pompous knight! We're wizards, wizards rule fool! Kin, get the bowl, it's gonna get messy."

Prismo rolled his eyes.

Well, this went poorly quickly. He was not gonna hear the end of this when Scarab showed up.

"Yeah, wizards rule, but guys, I'm telling ya, he's not someone you underestimate. I keep him around for a reason, you know?"

"Oh just shut up already! Whatever pitiful little magic you've got won't be worth more than you finally shutting up!"

"Wow, harsh dude."

There was a cold blade against his neck again, making him squeak a little. Okay, he might have to break himself out of this one...

"Uh, guys-"

BANG

There was a loud, grinding bang outside the tent, a yell, and suddenly light.

Everyone groaned at the sudden harsh light, but Prismo smiled at the glittering red armor.

"Prism! You Glob forsaken idiot, you better be here!"

"Ruby, hun, I seem to be in a bit of a pickle."

Prismo giggled a little at the utterly exhausted groan Scarab let out. There was a scream, a warm splatter, and a thud. The knife wasn't on his neck anymore, now kicked far away across the floor.

"Man, this is some serious dark junk." Prismo's eyes widened. He craned his neck, spotting the long blond hair and robotic arm. Oh Glob.

"These are definitely cursed, Finn. Like, the aura in here is toxic."

Jake Jr....

Oh Glob dammit. Don't cry, don't cry...

"Prism, dear, are you okay?"

Prismo blinked, trying to shake away the tears, smiling at Scarab's helmet covered face.

"Yeah, I'm okay, no biggie!"

He felt the straps around his wrists loosen, then him get tugged into Scarab's chest.

"I'm okay, I'm okay Ruby, promise. Sorry for wandering off, I know I'm not gonna hear the end of this, I know..."

Finn seemed to stop moving, slowly turning his head toward Prismo.

"Wait a second..."

Prismo took a deep breath, slowly emerging from Scarab's chest to face him.

"Oh my Glob..."

Prismo expected a lot of things could potentially happen. Yelling about being in Ooo, maybe anger for not being able to bring Jake back, maybe even annoyance for having to save him again.

But he did not expect a hug. A big bear one, that lifted him off the ground, feet dangling an undignified foot and a half off the grass.

"PRISMO!"

Finn laughed as he swung the Wishmaster around, now hugging back both out of respect for the hug, and to not go flying if the human's grip slipped.

"Wait, is that... like Prismo Prismo? As in Prismo the Almighty Wishmaster that dad kept gushing over, that Prismo?"

"The one and only! Man, I didn't know you could leave the Time Room! I'd have invited you on adventures a long time ago!"

"This is a new thing, first time on Ooo, I promise. Finn, you're kind of crushing my ribs here."

Finn carried him outside before finally placing him back on his feet.

"Prism, hm?"

"We didn't wanna attract too much attention. So, disguises!"

"So, wait, then who's that" Junior asked, pointing her thumb toward Scarab. "Is this guy some poor schmuck you hired, or something else?"

Prismo collected himself a moment before holding Scarab's hand in his own. "This is Scarab. He's a coworker of mine and... well, my partner." He placed a soft kiss on one of Scarab's knuckles.

"And you're lucky for it" Scarab sighed. "Who else would I run halfway across a city for?"

"Oh, rad, good for you, man. I know we haven't talked much since... well, we haven't talked much. But, y'know, it's good to see you okay and stuff. And that you've got someone looking out for you."

Junior seemed to be deep in thought for a moment, before she strolled up and tapped Prismo's shoulder.

"I'm uh... I'm Jake Junior." She extended her hand in an offer to shake. "Dad... Dad liked talking about you. It's nice to meet you."

Prismo's smile wobbled, but it was wide. He tried to rub the tears from his eyes, but soon gave up and accepted the hand shake.

"It's nice to finally meet you too. Jake... Man, every other sentence was him bragging about one of you. He really loved you guys a lot."

Junior had a sad smile on her face, nervously rubbing the back of her head.

"Pris, now that I know you can come here, we gotta go on a proper adventure sometime, yeah? And, like, a proper one, not one where you just get kidnapped but some shifty wizard dudes."

"Seriously, they're like, the shiftiest guys I've ever seen and you just... went along with them? No questions asked?"

Prismo giggled nervously as he felt everyone's mildly judgmental stare on him.

"I don't know, it just looked... interesting. Not like they could actually hurt me or anything."

"That might be the case, but if you got discorporated, you would get to me the one to explain to the Organizer why we were walking around with unauthorized bodies."

"Hey, you didn't need to come with me!"

"Clearly, I did."

Prismo groaned, half embarrassed, half strangely happy at the day's turn of events.

He looked at Finn, and noticed the same sad smile Scarab often described the Wishmaster having. "Hey, Finn? If you... wanna hang out, in the Time Room, I can give you my number, or something... I'd like to see you. Same to you, Junior. You and any of your siblings are welcome to the domain of the Almighty Prismo."

Finn slapped him on the back, firmly gripping his shoulder.

"C'mon. Let's head to the Candy Kingdom, there's a bar, drinks are on me."

The two gods walked behind the mortals. Prismo could feel Scarab looking at him, a question trying to push past his mandibles. The Wishmaster didn't answer. He opted instead to tuck his hand into Scarab's and walk in comfortable silence, listening to these two mortals talk.

Maybe things would continue to be better.

Maybe Prismo's heart could take this.

#prohibitedwish #scarab x prismo #scarab the god auditor #prismo the wishmaster #finn the human #finn mertens #jake jr.#prohibitedwish fanfic #wrath of the wishmaster

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msfcatlover · 1 year

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I am never not thinking about my personal AUs. Which will probably never see the light of day, unless you ask me about them or I boil over into a handful of concept/rant posts to huck into the void like so many frisbees.

Please, ask me about my AUs.

Current AU brainworms (almost all batfam):

The Reverse!Robins AU, featuring Duke as the eldest, Nightwing!Damian, Oracle!Tim, Steph as the Red Hood figure, Jason getting the Red Robin arc, and Dick as Batman!Cass’s sidekick.

The Magnus Archives universe fusion, where almost the entire family are Avatars. Focuses more on the fun slice-of-life silliness of being a bunch of eldritch fear-eating monsters than the Horrors(TM), but also body horror & nightmare fuel are fun.

Low-fantasy Urban Fantasy AU. Supernatural entities are exceptionally rare, and that is why almost nobody in the family is one. Gotham itself is semi-sentient, the Wayne bloodline has a Fisher King style cursed-bond to the city, Dick is highly magic-sensitive, Jason comes back as a Revenant, Tim is a changeling.

Monster Batkids AU, aka “Every monster can’t be your son.” Dick is a living doll, Jason’s a gargoyle grotesque, Tim is a ghost echo, Steph is a dullahan (zombie edition), Cass is a homunculus. Bruce, Alfred, & Babs are still exceptionally talented humans. Damian’s a genetically-tweaked clone, which means he’s kinda straddling the line between the two groups.

Changeling!Jason. Catherine Todd had a little boy with eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Bruce Wayne took in a homeless boy with eyes like soft grey river-stones. They have the same Name, but they are not the same child.

De-aged RH. Jason made it all the way back to Gotham, but never kicked off his big comeback plan. Dick Grayson opens his door to find a very irritable 13yr old version of his dead little brother telling Dick that he’s been cursed & doesn’t remember anything.

De-aged Robins. Dick, Tim, Steph, & Cass went to bust a villain operation a few days ago before going completely dark. Jason kicks the door down, clears out the place, and finds four very fighty 10yr olds in need of rescue.

“If Worst Comes to Worst,” aka the time-travel AU. Robin lived long enough to see the entire family fall. Robin lived long enough to see the world, for all intents & purposes, end. Robin held the line for as long as possible, and when that line reached its end, Robin faced it on their own terms. Robin woke up again on the day Jason Todd was supposed to meet Bruce Wayne, and swore to fix everything that went wrong. The problem? There are 5 different Robins, from 5 very different apocalypses, with 5 very different sets of trauma responses, and 5 very different plans to save the world.

“Perchance to Dream (2, Batbros Boogaloo),” aka “Hey, what if that one episode, but Jason’s the one in the machine & Dick gets halfway stuck in there too while trying to rescue him, basically ending up an intangible, invisible specter in Jason’s dream?”

Talon!Jason. Shiela Haywood did not sell her son out to the Joker. The Court wasn’t happy to find themselves with the wrong Robin, but they made do. Five years later…

Talon!Dick. In which I say, “Hey, you know what there’s not enough of? Fics where Talon!Dick meets Street-kid!Jason, and they both go, ‘Oh, this loser definitely won’t survive on his own! Guess I have to adopt him now.’”

Platonic!ABO. Which is to say, a setting with the usual social & biological rules expected of A/B/O stories, but without any sex or romance. Because I have discovered that the found family hits extra hard, the sick fics are basically therapeutic for me, and I wanted to play with the family dynamics I kept seeing in other Platonic!ABO Batfam fics.

NTT coping. Please, ask me about all the brotherly bonding Dick & Jason could’ve had back in the 80s. I have many thoughts.

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The Magnus Archives:

Archivist!Tim. Yes, seriously. Sick of this only showing up in crackfics, give Tim the respect (trauma) he deserves (desperately doesn’t)! (please, I have like 4 seasons outlined, please)

De-aged Archivist. Late s3, Jon gets turned back to his childhood self in both body & mind. It seems like it’ll likely wear off on its own, but in the meantime there is a child in the archives and nobody really knows what to do about that.

#my life #mine #my writing #//#Fuck it #I’ve decided to give this whole ‘’pinning a post’’ thing a go because I need this to be an open invitation.#Even when I’ve working on other things my AUs are right there with me.#Validate me #and maybe someday I’ll actually FINISH something (no promises)

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thehuntss · 6 months

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HIGH FOR THIS 1/2

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The BAU members are in Phoenix for a case, and get gifted some homemade cookies. Hotch and Prentiss finally share their secret. The team was definitely not ready for this.

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Hi guys!

I was watching some Grey’s anatomy - the other show to my heart - and got very inspired. So here’s my little remix. And my first smut fic!!!

Let me know what you think about it!

Hope you’ll enjoy <3

There was no way they could’ve been fooled like this. No ways, they were high ranked profilers, they could have seen it coming from planet Venus but they didn’t. And the only ones who weren’t victims from this pathetic joke were the absents, as always.

JJ had to take several mesures and that’s why they were all locked up in the conference room, with their phones and guns taken away. “It’s for your own safety, I can’t do much except saving your dignity. You’ll all stay there until you are sober. See you later.”

The blonde was expecting them to be angry at her, she was ready for them to yell at her and saying she was the worst ever because they had to work but none of that happened. They all stared at her with big wide smile, even Hotch couldn’t hide his, all looking at her with this innocent and kind of stupid sparkle in the eyes.

“You’re so…blonde. Did I ever mentioned that to you ? I mean, like a real blonde, not like Garcia when she makes hair experiences…” Derek told her with all the seriousness possible, while Garcia slowly nodded.

“Yeah, is it natural ? Like, were you born with blonde hair ? You look like an Angel.” Her voice was higher than usually, but none of them seemed to matters. “Are you an Angel JJ?”

“You’re so pretty.” Rossi added, sending her a kiss.

“Guys, listen to me, I’m not an Angel, and you are all high, remember ? I’ll go grab some water, wait here for me. And please don’t do something stupid.” She said, they were giving her the worst headache and she didn’t have a cookie.

She had brought cookies from this police officer’s wife and because she was on a diet she didn’t eat one. Luckily for her. Because 30 minutes later she noticed how weird they were all acting, and not long after the police officer bursted in the conference room, asking her to give back the cookies because his wife had made a mistake. And what a mistake, all the profilers were high on weed and none of them seemed to remember their names.

“I think they are all wrong, you’re the most gorgeous person of this planet sweetheart.”

It had been only a whisper but everyone turned to stare at their boss, who was sitting on the couch, lost in his thoughts but lovingly eyeing Emily. No one knew about their secret relationship, it had been almost a year and they had managed to keep it private. Until today. Only Reid seemed deaf to all the noises around him, staring at the door like if he was counting seconds before JJ’s return.

“What ? The ? Hell ?” Garcia broke the silence, looking in between Bossman and Peaches.

“Are you dating ?” Derek asked, standing up suddenly, his expression blank. He gave Dave a look, and the oldest agent chuckled. “Since when ?”

“Like no one knew. Don’t tell me you guys didn’t see it, it had been almost a year.”

Garcia and Derek blinked twice, unable to know if they were naturally shocked or just under marijuana’s hallucinations. “For real ? How….”

“How are babies made…” Garcia asked him, with a concerned voice, while Emily bursted into laugh, definitely very high too.

“Sex, sex is the cure. And Aaron is very good at sex, he always does this thing with his fingers and then I co….”

“Bella!” David cut her up kind of laughing, while Derek gave the couple a disgusted look.

“Yes we don’t want to know how bossman fucks you.”

“Gross.” Garcia whined, looking horrified when she apparently pictured her boss and her friend making out.

“You’re the one who asked Garcia…” Emily mumbled, standing up to sit back next to Aaron who hadn’t say a word since the start of the discussion. “But if you have to know, sex is great and it’s even better than hacking the CIA to get Prince William’s number.”

She laughed when she saw the redhead cheeks flushing, winking at her. “Yup, I know everything.”

And while Derek was trying to contain his tears from laughing, she silently kissed Aaron cheek. That is not how they had planned on telling them but they didn’t expect either to be drugged with cookies. And that’s the precise moment JJ came back with water bottles.”

“Reid are you in there ?” She snapped her fingers at him but the genius didn’t even move.

“I think…” she started until she saw Derek sniffing at the table. “Hum…reminds me had many cookies you all had ?”

“98…it’s the same number as the last one of Prince Williams phone number.” Penelope replied, still figuring out how Emily knew about the CIA hacking’s attempt.

“Maybe 3, and I still think you’re an Angel blondie.” Derek answered, sniffing this time at the files in from of him.

“I need to pee.” Emily suddenly said, looking at JJ. “Please?”

JJ rolled her eyes but agreed on letting her friend go, and as Emily left walking like a zombie, the blonde tried to convince Derek that sniffing things around him was no sense. That’s maybe why she didn’t notice Hotch sneaking out of the room, and apparently all the other had seen him but no one spoke, too high and too amused.

Emily almost passed out when she opened the cabinet room and saw Aaron standing just at the door, his eyes darker and shining with lust. “You scared the shit outta me honey! Wait..are we in mixt bathroom ? Like it used to be before?”

Aaron pushed her inside and closed the door with his foot, kissing her with passion and fierce, not letting her time to realize what was going on. Apparently drugs had a different effect on him and she would definitely not complain about it. Their kissed turned hungry, their hands being very touchy, and their moans echoing in the room but they didn’t care.

“I want you…” he whispered in between kisses, his voice low and raspy, definitely not the same as usual. And the way she felt his hardness against her tights was definitely the usual same, like every time they would make love like if it was their last time. “I’ve been thinking about this all day…”

“Take off your pants.” She instructed, her hands already unbelting him, slipping in his boxers. He was already hard and she could feel the precum leaking on the top of her fingers. “Fuck me, please Aaron.”

His hands trailed further down her body, helping her take down her pants, cupping her ass and lifting her up so that she could wrap one of her leg around his waist. “Have you been a good girl?” He teased her, kissing her neck and leaving bruises he didn’t care now but would regret later when he would realize they were very visibles.

She gasped for breath, looking at him and burying her hands in his short hair. “I’ve been…but we don’t have time honey…fuck, please…” she begged, feeling warmth grows in between her legs.

Emily licked her lips and leaned forward, pressing open-mouthed kisses to his heated skin. He gasped, his hands trembling slightly as he pushed her panties down her legs. She quickly pumped him, smiling deliciously. “You’re already so hard for me.”

Aaron suddenly had trouble holding back, her hand on his cock making him shiver from head to toes. “You’re so good at this baby.” He kissed her again, his fingers trailing down her collarbone, removing the long dark hair from her face. Emily’s head fell back against the wall with a thud, her eyes fluttering closed.

Drugged or not, Aaron looked forward to feeling her around his cock.

She gave him a better access, slowly moving her hip against his waist, feeling the urge to have him inside of her, he whole body burning of desire for her handsome man. She helped him guide his shaft into her hot center and they both moaned loudly as he filled her up.

“Fuck you feel so good.” He panted to her ear, letting her adjust for a second before moving his hips, loving the sound of his skin slapping against hers. It was taking all his self control not to fuck her senseless and make her come in a minute, knowing too well her sensitive spots.

“Not the…vanilla..sex…” she pleaded him, her hands on his hips, guiding him to move faster. He didn’t get right away what she was saying but seconds later he thrusted quicker into her, silencing her with a heated kiss. Even on their state he was still aware of the situation and he didn’t want the whole police station coming in the damn restroom.

He lost mention of time, slamming his hips against her, burying his face into her neck, his hand replacing his mouth over her lips. Emily knew she wouldn’t be able to hold it longer, feeling her orgasm growing faster inside. Aaron felt her fingers digs into his shoulders, leaving him scratches but he didn’t care, panting and moaning of pleasure. A second later he watched her tensed, her orgasm sending her over the edge.

With a few more thrusts he came as well, spurting his seeds inside her, his legs barely managing to hold them up with the force of his climax.

When he felt better, Aaron then sank down to the ground, keeping this precious contact with her, kissing her softly, letting them both go down from their climax.

“We should get going sweetheart.” He whispered, lifting his pants up and buckling his belt. She did the same, grimacing when she felt him leak in her panties. “Vanilla sex?” He chuckled.

She shrugged, tilting her head on the side, kissing him one more time. “I just like your savage side.”

When they came back to the conference room they all stared at them, except Reid. JJ rolled her eyes at them and Emily couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly, still high and on her climax.

“Please…” JJ whispered, eyes shut down and pinching the bridge of her nose. “Don’t tell me they were right.”

At the confused look on Aaron and Emily’s faces, Derek added, containing his laugh with very much difficulties. “Lieutenant Bradford came in and told us there were hearing weird noises in the restroom.”

“You can’t possible have done it in a police station.” David said, both of the agents feeling like kids getting caught up by their parents. And at their non answers, Aaron being as embarrassed as Emily was amused, Derek and Garcia bursted in tears, unable to stop while JJ and Dave looked at them with desperation but a bit of amusement.

“You both are two fucking motherf….” Derek managed to say in between laugh, feeling like he was out of breathe.

“You’re all punished of cookies. All of you.” Pointed Dave, forgetting he had some too.

It was too much and they all laughed, including Reid and Hotch.

“I knew you were taking too long for a pee!” Penelope said. “Now you all owe me $20! Waiting for the money pals…” her hands were open and she waited patiently for her friends to open their wallet.

“You did not bet on that Pen?!” Emily couldn’t hold her shock, looking at her with wide eyes.

“Why not, JJ locked us in here I had to find a way to have fun!” She replied, counting the money. “And I was right, count it as a revenge for Prince William!” She winked at her, her laugh contagious as even Aaron smiled. “By the way, nice hickeys Peach.”

“I have to say you weren’t exactly quiet. That was very embarrassing.”

They all turned to Reid who had finally spoke. He didn’t look at his boss and friend, slightly embarrassed, cheeks still reddish. “I’ll never be able to forget this, and it’s going to cause me more nightmares than psychopaths does…”

“How…” Aaron started.

“Toilets are the room next door.” Dave stated, trying to be as serious as he could.

And the awkward and embarrassed look the couple shared made them all agree on one point. That was definitely the best - and worst for Reid - way to announce they were dating.

#hotchniss fic #hotchniss #idiots in love #smut #hotchniss smut #criminal minds fic #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #homemade cookies

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my-castles-crumbling · 8 days

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writer anon, hi cas, so um I did figure out a few things, I did another reply write after I saw your response, so maybe like copy paste them both into a post and respond then, so I can remember what I asked lol, went down a strange rabbit hole when I was looking up things, and came to a few conclusions

-spreading out exposition the first few chapters would be better for pacing

-it would be better for my future “plans” (in heavy quotations bc it’s actually not a plan, and more of a nightmare thats disguised as a daydream Taylor reference by mistake lol) for there to still be a war, and preventing another war plot, means I have to add stuff about politics, and I don’t want to do that until later

-instead of a guy think about the history of the past few years I’ll change it to the leader of a rebellion (kind of)/child soldiers (for added trauma) explaining it and their plans, at like a briefing, so it’s a bit less info dumping, and a briefing makes a bit more sense (?)

-it would also emphasize how much no one like the main villain (I will be changing his name a lot, so I’ll just call him that) and also introduce a the different way people view events (winners write history, stuff like that, etc.)

I was going to write tonight, but I found ttpd reaction videos, so I had to watch those, and then I got a headache that made my ears pop, so it hurt to have headphones in and I physically cannot start writing without music. I’m probably getting sick lol, and I have a busy week, but I’ll probably send you the prologue, and first chapter by next weekend, hopefully. keep me accountable please. I haven’t written in ages bc no motivation and I’m afraid of it abandoning me, so having someone actually read is nice (is this what you and your beloveds do?)

Also, what was the strangest thing you’ve looked up for a fic? Curious bc today I looked up how much blood can a human loose before they die, stuff about child soldiers, dictators, were bombs possible in medieval times, and that’s honestly not event the worst of it.

hope you have a good day/night, also new chapter of clandestine also prevented me from writing so ty for that (but it was seriously so good).

Hi hon! Sorry I didn't respond to this and the other together, I just work my way up my inbox so I didn't see them together.

All these ideas sound great! Yes, please send me the next chapter! I'll try to keep you accountable but I have no idea who you are so...I'm not sure what else to do besides encourage you? lol

Hahaha yes, me and my beloveds (@starchasersunseeker and @beautyoftheships ) do read each other's work. It's super helpful and makes it a lot more fun. Honestly I would not be where I am without them.

The weirdest thing I ever looked up was definitely detailed descriptions of methods of torture :P I promise, FBI agent reading this, it was for a fic! Strangely, I know the answer to the blood question because of a horror movie.

Have a wonderful day!!! I can't wait to see what you create!

#ask #asks #ask cas #writer anon

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I am a predictable bitch and I would like to hear your Demifiend and Raidou headcanons if possible

YES

demifiend -

childhood friends with chiaki and isamu and were all a bunch of delinquents. also a city boy at heart.

and yes all three of them used to believe they would be best friends forever :”)

never got into fights on campus nor was the one to instigate any but did fight back.

did have a crush on chiaki for awhile.

seriously heartbroken over everything and everyone he knew and loved dying but after learning about how his besties were turning into pieces of shit he didn’t want to return everything back to the way it was.

rejected every reason and has to live with the consequences but still complains. though lucifer was definitely not happy with hitoshura for it he didn’t off him in hopes that he could get some use out of him one day. this does not stop hitoshura from trying to fistfight him.

despite taking up luci’s offer to become a true demon seeming like the best option he did opt out. he’s scared of losing what little humanity he has left.

hates being called a demon but will only call himself such if it benefits him.

local demon bug eater got so used to it real world insects now look appetizing.

after becoming the demifiend he decided to ditch the name naoki since he felt it didn’t fit. still hates hearing it in most cases.

while demons in nocturne suck ass he’s pretty chill with them. talks with them often and grew popular in the vortex world for a multitude of reasons. he may be doomed to live there but at least he’s got decent word of mouth.

of course pixie’s his favorite. she was the chiaki replacement. seriously she reminds him so much of her hitoshura sometimes accidentally mixes their names up. they gossip a ton too.

raidou -

there’s not a ton of info out there on how the yatagarasu treats their summoners but based on dialogue, remarks, etc. they’re really harsh on them. you gotta be willing to give up your entire life if you want to be in their good books. unfortunately raidou was no different. his entire life was planned out for him, he was homeschooled and sheltered, also never had a proper family to speak of.

only ended up going to school as a cover. he’s older than his peers but got stuck as a first year and keeps getting held there. doing his job takes up so much of his time he barely ever attends class or does homework but he is an intelligent guy.

even after the day he stopped going altogether he kept the hat and the student get up. it was oddly comforting.

yes he wears his hat all the time but not because he’s secretly bald or anything. actually he has the world’s worst hat hair and gave up trying to fix it. very ashamed of it though.

has always had a soft spot for cats so having gouto in his life was a massive plus. gouto’s temporary “death” in dsrk1 hit him hard though so he makes it even more of a point to keep him around. every morning he goes out and feeds/plays with the random cats in tsukudo-cho.

absolute workaholic because that’s all he knows how to do. constantly picks up odd jobs when there’s nothing going on, always willing to help out the capital’s residents.

of course he unfortunately neglects his health a lot, occasionally on purpose as self-discipline. he passes out on the job, comes back injured, forgets to eat, etc. it’s become both gouto and narumi’s job to look after him since he certainly isn’t going to do it himself. this has sparked a few one-sides arguments (because raidou also really doesn’t like fighting with them). all in all they’re an awkward found family.

has a good bond with his demons at least, but it’s the equivalent of looking after a bunch of unruly kids sometimes.

does talk with tae about mythology but that’s as social as he gets with anyone.

yes he’s popular with many ladies but all of it flies over his head, that and the occasional comments about him looking gay. he is gay though but he’s also bad at picking up on it.

bonus raishura hcs because they’re like my comfort ship at this point -

raidou never liked the idea of hurting people and the same goes for anyone under demon influence. hitoshura appeared to just be another case of that sort of thing which is why he never got to complete the task of killing him. ending up vouching for him, too, which steadily evolved into a weird friendship.

initially hitoshura went through the labyrinth of amala for curiosity’s sake, only entering the fifth because dante/raidou were down there and he didn’t want them to go any deeper in. for raidou in particular he does feel especially guilty having indirectly landing him in that situation. literally the only sane human being somehow existing in the vortex world of course he’s gonna care. (yeah as long as you don’t fully complete the fifth kalpa you can get any of the other endings i tested this so this hc does work.)

hitoshura made it a point to not get attached to people ever again. his alliance with raidou was one he wanted to be temporary but he did start genuinely caring for him.

both of them are bad at being social and dealing with feelings so their interactions are super awkward. they do like being close to one another and cuddling though. it started as odd coping mechanisms and curiosity but they started giving themselves little to no space without noticing.

eventually hitoshura found it too hard to be separated from him despite keeping in touch so he ended up doing enough convincing to live with raidou. it benefitted both of them and was really supposed to be a continuation of their initial partnership/friendship but they started getting more and more intimate.

they acknowledge one another as boyfriends but don’t openly say it. a lot of their relationship is kept behind closed doors.

again a lot of their overall relationship is awkward as hell they’re really bad at being in love.

#shantien rambles #asks #headcanon hell

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henrioo · 2 months

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HEADCANNON — Do you see Killer as an TransMasc dude?

I mean… he may or may not have top surgery scars, which I’ll explain later, but what he actuall was before the pre-timeskip?

He was a man, who definitely was on T-shots not even half a year. Having a binder crushing his chest, moving fast — but hardly breathing, no wonder why his voice was rather deep. He tried to hide the fact that he hardly got any air during the fights or such.

The slimness during the Sabaody Arc, no facial hair, fast movements… that’s the second when my brain automatically shoved the thought of him being a part of the LGBTQ. Just look at this dude two years later:

He grew out his thick hair, took care of it. Jaw and chin covered in his golden goatee, while his body grew at least thrice as wide as two years before. Man… I know for sure that during those years he was high on his Testosterone level.

But the best part comes along with the explanation of the top surgery marks he might hide underneath his t-shirt. I believe that during the long time of waiting until the Kid Pirates come back to screen, Killer and his crew recently has visited the Revolutionary Army on their way to Wano.

And who’s the most queer diva in there? Of course it’s them — Ivankov.

The one who actually said: “Boy, you seem uncomfortable while moving. Do you perhaps need some help with gender dysphoria, hun’?”

Then the change happened, the scars lasted, but the short and painful process of his body turning fully male was worth it. Feeling like himself encouraged him to train more and gain weight, muscles, and all possible benefits.

So… if you ever read it, I really want to know your opinion about this. It’s not common to see a male-blog only, which I appreciate truly.

— Cheers, Musashi.

Okay I love this ask and I love you now and we two gonna be best friends okay?

And yes now I'm a only male blog and I genuinely love talking with more male authors we need to have a strong community

So here all my opinion about this

Like Sanji is a gay coded character for me, Killer is also one, and in the two examples I'm sure Oda didn't do it on purpose but he did a pretty good job

For me Killer has a lot of coded trans signals that make me feel he genuinely would be a perfect trans character, so here what I feel more

First his name, even one piece has some "weird" names, Killer looks more a name that someone would give to himself, not a weird normal name in one piece that someone would be born with

Since we don't know too much about the childhood of the kid pirates, it is hard to be sure, but I think it is obvious that killer chose his own name. If it is for the reason he is trans or not doesn't really matter, everyone can think whatever they want

Also the mask, we know that killer is far from being ugly but he always had the mask after he grew up a little, and I think that was pure insecure about his face. I think in the start before the T and those things people didn't take him seriously because his face wasn't really masculine or scary, and to try fight against that he started using the mask, also because that would help him having a more strong voice, since the mask would muffle his voice

Kid protection, I think is more than perfect their bond, and is obviously that Killer trusts in Kid his own life and soul. And for me this is the perfect way to show that Kid is a true ally to his friends transition, when they meet again in the prison he even asks to killer "where are your mask?" Because he knows his friend would never be without that

Not only that, he genuinely killed everyone that laughed about Killer no matter why they are laughing, that for me is perfect to show how Kid grows up seeing Killer suffering from intolerant people and becomes aggressive in a way to protect him

But I'm not sure about Iva, I don't think the Revolutionary Army would risk being close to Kid because he had one of the worst reputations between the pirates. And even if they would have a change the Kid owes a favor to them I don't think it would be a good choice, because they couldn't know if Kid would be pacific enough or not

And what we know for now is that the Revolutionary Army don't really have bonds with pirates exactly because they are impressive and dangerous

So I think that Killer got such a big man because of... Drugs

Yeah no joking

The crew would definitely get T enough for Killer besides I think they would have this in a constant way, what can explain why he takes two years to be that big

But I also think he used some anabolic steroids, or anything like that but in the one piece universe. I don't think they would be really hard to get and they probably are not safe, but they probably work better than the ones we have in the real world.

So if I could say the reason why killer got big is this one, Kid probably got some suspicious drugs and Killer used and there we are. We already know those dudes don't give a shit about risking their life and they are like "worthy to try"

Also I can see Law helping Killer with some surgery, but then Kid finds out that Law is also a captain and he gets mad because they get help from an enemy, and he is not blaming Killer but blaming Law and Law is just "wtf I literally help you?"

But yeah

Thanks for that, I love having someone to talk about this hahahha

#henri talk

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shes-a-badkid · 1 year

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Thoughts while reading “The House of Hades” with my nephew-

1. My girl Hazel already being a boss, you got this girl!

2. Annabeth saving her seaweed brain, nothing new there. And I love to see it. (Seriously, if you don’t love them together don’t even talk to me)

3. Rick- we have talked about you messing with my son Leo. Just let him have a good day with no bad dreams or guilt

4. Kelly is still the worst

5. I adore Frank with everything I have and I would love to be able to change into a dog to sleep too.

6. Okay- someone give my children therapy, because the amount of guilt they all have for things that they shouldn’t is out of control

7. My poor Nico, everyone always feels all weird around him, now I need to go hug my kitten named Nico

8. Frank needed to vent by killing all those monsters, and honestly that’s a vibe

9. I am obsessed with Bob. He can be with my loves Tyson and Ella 🖤

10. “Do you have a pen?” “You’re kidding, right?” “Yes, but can you actually write with it?” “I… I don’t know.” The exchange I feel like everyone wanted to happen at some point

11. Hades playing all coy with Hazel, I love to see it

12. Ohh Bob! I adore you!

13. My girl Annabeth did it once again, got Rachel her message, and my boy Grover came along with her

14. Octavius continues to be the worst

15. About halfway through this book and Piper is borderline set dressing at this point. Like I loved her when she first appeared, but man in the last book she kind of annoyed me and she’s like not in this. I am disappointed. I know she can do so much more! Give it to me!

16. Okay, is it possible for a satyr and a cloud nymph to have kids? Because that’s what I really want to happen for them

17. Seriously why does everyone hate on my poor sweet Nico? I know he’s the son of Hades and like death aura or whatever, but he is my son and I need him to have love

18. Oh Nico, it’s okay. Everyone had a crush on Percy

19. OH MY GOD! I somehow missed that they named the cat Small Bob and I love it so much

20. Honestly, Annabeth pissing off someone into doing what she wants them to do is such a vibe

21. Damasen my poor sweet peaceful giant. I will collect all my little misfit toys in this series!

22. FINALLY Piper does something! And in the most mean girl way! YES! This is what I’ve been wanting from her! This is the Piper I missed and have been waiting on

23. My boy Leo is so fucking smart and I will never get tired of it, I mean he like made a make shift helicopter or whatever as he was falling from the sky!

24. Sassy Leo on the beach might be my favorite

25. Okay… Calypso and Leo… I kind of like it. If she does anything to hurt my child I will RAGE! You hear that Rick?! I will rage

26. They got married!!! And I was right! She’s pregnant! Yes! I love it! 🖤🖤🖤

27. And he brought in Clarice! (And I will defend my love of Clarice until the end of time, she’s a ball of rage and I vibe with that) I just love Coach Hedge so much

28. Frank being a badass, I am always here for it

29. Not me tearing up over Bob being the best and holding the button

30. “Who knows what will be?” Are you kidding me?! I’m not a crying mess! Shut up

31. My Hades babies 🖤 I adore my kiddos of the dead

32. I really like Jason being Nico’s buddy. Like yes! Give my sweet boy someone he views as a friend

#heroes of olympus #house of hades #percy jackson #annabeth chase #jason grace #piper mclean #leo valdez #frank zhang #hazel lavesque #nico di angelo #coach hedge #Bob and small Bob

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autisticcassandracain · 10 months

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3, 7 & 13 seem juicy

3 is answered!

7. what character did you begin to hate not because of canon but because how how the fandom acts about them?

JASON FUCKING TODD

fuck this guy but fuck his fans more. Some Jason fans are like, reasonable and just think he's an interesting character. I disagree but that's mostly because I think we just don't need any more characters challenging Batman's no kill rule specifically, I just think they're boring. Jason has a bit of a leg up in that he does have interesting family Baggage, but ultimately his writing (at least preboot) was so incredibly inconsistent that nothing outside of what they did in Under The Red Hood really came of it. I don't know much about post-flashpoint Jason but frankly he seems to have gotten all unique attributes sucked out of him over the years so he's not all that appealing to me there either. That said I really don't necessarily hate Jason in canon, I mostly just find him boring.

That said the subsection of Jason fans who think he's Right, Actually single-handedly made him my least favourite comic book character outside of the Joker. It's positively infuriating to see a bunch of people argue that Jason's completely nonsensical 'ideology' is Right, Actually, with the justification that yeah, we SHOULD totally just kill criminals! Not that kind, no, only like, the Really Bad Ones, like rapists, you know? And Bad Drug Dealers. How do we filter the Really Bad Criminals from the Poor Misunderstood Criminals? By vibes or something idk their arguments usually don't get that far because they're reactionary and don't think beyond their base instinct of 'I Want Bad Person Dead'. Also, 'Batman SHOULD kill the Joker he's just that bad!' a) the Joker's not gonna stay dead, death is about as effective as fucking Arkham, there's no point, and b) the Joker is not materially worse than most other supervillains. Most other supervillains have done shit that's on par with the Joker. Yes, the Joker is often portrayed as Uniquely Bad, but this is mostly a combination of narrative framing and Personal Baggage Batman has towards him than anything objective. If Batman kills the Joker there's literally no reason for him not to kill, say, Zsasz. And a Batman who kills freely is, frankly, a boring fucking character, because it does away with almost all the idealism and, yes, optimism that makes his character compelling. Shut up forever.

Anyway Jason Todd was wrong on every possible level, and you're all annoying and I hate your fave now.

13. worst blorboficiation

Honestly I'm not sure what 'blorbofication' means, I'm assuming it's like, fanon-ifying/woobifying? This is a bit difficult to answer tbh bc I tend to get invested in characters that are less popular in fandom (this is deliberate btw), so while there's plenty of characters who had all their interesting traits sucked out in the name of making them Blorbo From My Tropes, MY faves usually get stuck getting all their character traits sucked out due to a terminal case of fandom not giving a shit about them. That said if I can nominate Stephcass as a duo, Stephcass. They have an incredibly interesting, multi-dimensional dynamic, or at least they HAD until the post-flashpoint continuity was allowed to actually use them and realized that queerbaiting was lucrative. Not that fandom was less boring about them before then but at least it wasn't actually canon. Anyway in fandom they're annoying as fuck bc everyone is dead scared to give their f/f ships any conflict at all and it makes me want to chew drywall. Fluffy fics are fine the one (1) stephcass thing I wrote was fluff too so like, stones, glass houses, I know, but would it seriously kill people to stop reducing them to the Sunny One/Stoic One combo.

Oh wait, also Damian. He Would Not Fucking Say That.

#my posts #asks #most of these answers are probably gonna be about the batfam solely bc the batfam fandom is the only one large enough to be obnoxious #for the most part. like there's exceptions of course #but most other DC subfandoms are just much less annoying by virtue of being smaller

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OH OH 💭 JESSIE'S THOUGHTS ON LOLA PRETTY PLEASE 🙏🙏 (Mayhaps also Anya or Heather?? 👀)

YOU CAN HAVE ALL THREE because i’m love them all

“You what?!” Jestiny demanded, slapping palms against the countertops and allowing the front legs of the bar stool she rocked on to crash against the ground as she threw her weight forward. “You said Lola?! You — You seriously kicked out Lola?”

The news was shocking to Jestiny — what could Lola of all people have ever possibly done wrong? As was the nonchalance with which Mary May nodded silently in confirmation, shrugging and resuming polishing a glass.

Jestiny snatched the rag away in offense at the gesture, clenching it in her fist as she pointed a finger at the bartender. “That’s so fucked up, seriously,” she spat, shaking her head. “I mean, you should be paying her to drink here — she livens the place up!”

She did, Jestiny thought. Seeing Lola prance into the Spread Eagle every Friday night was the best part of drinking there at all — her unique brand of cheeriness didn’t belie the mundane, empty friendliness more typical of the locals, the mind-numbing intrusive politeness that made her roll her eyes. Lola was different, and interesting. Entertaining and adventurous. Lola had personality, Lola had spark.

“Lola’s too good for this dump, anyways” Jestiny huffed in conclusion, throwing the rag down onto the floor and kicking the barstool over atop it. “This place is fucking boring without her,” she complained as she stormed towards the exit.

It was — she would go wherever Lola went, instead.

Now there was only to find where the fuck that was.

But that was half the fun of Lola.

“Fuck, I finally figured it out!” Jessie perked up in her chair, waving the bartender towards her. “I know what’s missing here!” she announced excitedly. “What’s her name — Amy! Annie. Aria?” She tapped her nails against the countertop with a frantic jiggle of her hand, finally stopping to snap her fingers as the name popped into her mind. “Anya!”

Her typical presence in the bar had been so massive yet unassuming Jestiny had simply noticed there was a conspicuous absence long before she could put her finger on what, the lack of the towering but quiet and mysterious woman usually at Mary May’s side settling in slowly for her.

It wasn’t as if she and Jestiny had ever been particularly social with each other. Anya wasn’t the talkative type, and the redhead reliably shied away from any more personal banter herself.

But all the same it was a large space normally occupied now suddenly empty, a different look of upset than the usual fixed onto Mary May’s face, the picture of a woman smiling with two large cats in her arms that usually set opposite from the faded black and white photograph of a couple Jestiny didn’t recognize oddly replaced overnight with a picture of a gaudy tractor trailer.

“She had cute cats,” Jessie lamented, nodding at the place on the mantel the photograph had once been with weighty sympathy. “Wish I’d gotten to meet them…” she hummed, taking a sip of her drink. “They coulda had a playdate with Hank.”

“She’s not all bad,” Jestiny insisted over the chorus of hostile gossip filling the bar, rolling her eyes. “I mean, I’m not a fan of her either, but Heather isn’t the worst.”

Yes, Jessie had her own laundry list of complaints about the brunette, the cult affiliation her fellow resistance members currently complained about least among them.

There was the expensive-looking clothing meticulously pieced together into polished outfits, the always neat and manicured styling of her appearance. There was the easy, ingratiating manner — the slippery silver tongue and the insincere niceties. There was of course the prestigious degrees and career, the stench of ivory towers and ivy leagues rolling off of her like so much expensive perfume.

But…

Jessie smiled, picture bubbling up in her memory of the look of pure fury that flashed across John’s face any time Heather spoke, anytime she so much as existed in his vicinity.

She took a sip of her beer as she savored the mental image. “She has good qualities too.”

#jestiny looking @ heather wanting to ruin john’s life like ‘‘WHOA she’s just like me’’ but she lacks dedication to the craft #she also thinks lola is Just Like Her but friendlier hence why she could not imagine how she has ever done anything wrong ever in her life.#and i feel like jessie and anya would have just Existed in each other’s space a lot

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