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allyricas · 1 year

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I love gay Eddie and bisexual awakening Steve. It's solid and popular for a reason. It works, makes a lot of sense.

But...I also love flirty-cluelessly-queer Eddie and comfortable-with-his sexuality Steve.

Eddie does flirt. With everyone. It was pretty clear he was flirting with Chrissy. He was flirting with Steve. Calling him big boy and getting up in his personal space, being all cutesy.

So, imagine Eddie just casually flirting with Steve and it doesn't mean anything to him. He's just being Eddie. He isn't even aware that it's flirting. He really considers it teasing. The man is dramatic and silly. He loves to make a scene. So "teasing" people is fun for him.

Eddie who is a super senior running a DnD club for outcasts, loves Lord of the Rings, plays in a metal band. I think Eddie is always into some sort of hyperfixation to be trying to bang chicks or dudes.

There was totally a phase were he was obsessed with folk and old country music (Woody Guthrie much). There was the Jane Austen phase (It fits, c'mon). The time he tried to learn to crochet. His lasting phase with fantasy novels. His intense love of metal music. He knows a lot about music in general. Obscure shit. Oh, those handcuffs-definitely from his magic phase. Tell me, 12 year old Eddie didn't want to be a magician. He probably did card tricks, the whole deal.

Eddie would be the kind of guy who'd spout all sorts of random knowledge. He probably has one specific time period in history he could rant about for hours.

The man has raging ADHD (takes one to know one). He's a self-professed nerd and outcast. The only thing that might be considered "cool" is that he plays in his band. But even then, he's a total nerd about it.

Eddie is hot as hell. That is undeniable. But Eddie has been too damn busy being a fucking nerd to date or hook up. I think he's so focused on his interests, it could easily not have been on his radar. Same way he's failed senior year twice in a row despite being smart as hell. The shit they are trying to teach doesn't interest him and that makes Eddie fucking struggle.

He's bouncy and hyperactive. He probably has terrible tunnel vision when he gets into a book or movie or campaign. Dating has thus far not been interesting enough especially combined with how he's treated by the people in Hawkins.

So, yeah- he flirts and teases. He thinks it's harmless fun. With Chrissy, it was a way to make her feel safe and lighten the mood. With Steve, it's a way to disarm him. It's King Steve afterall. Why not play up the metalhead freak persona. Let him think he's weird.

It isn't until Steve starts flirting back and gives Eddie butterflies that Eddie realizes this is not heterosexual behavior. And he knows a lot about that because he was accidentally flagging for a whole goddamn year. Because he wanted to look metal as fuck and thought the bandana was badass.

Steve calls Eddie princess. Calls him pretty boy. Throws in a babe. Everytime Eddie refers to him as big boy or Stevie, Steve just smirks and comes up with a new pet name that wrecks Eddie (who has no idea what is fucking going on). Throw in the boys getting high together with no inhibitions and Steve actively trying to romance him and Eddie's in a full blown sexuality crisis.

best part: Steve thinks Eddie is gay because of the bandana that he wore all year. Add in all the flirting and then Steve's really putting the moves on totally clueless Eddie. And say what you want about Steve, but he has game. I can just imagine Eddie trying to frantically figure out why all of the sudden he wants to make out with Steve "the hair" Harrington and Steve's like...aren't you gay?

(if anyone knows of steddie fics anything like this, please rec them!)

#clueless eddie #steddie #i love eddie having the crisis/awakening and steve being the one already aware #it's a nice flip of the usual narrative

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sister-of-hitoshi · 3 months

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Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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cozage · 1 year

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Heyyy first of all I love you works so much, you are such a good writer😭 I saw your requests are closed so feel free to ignore this but I just saw the latest post were anon asked you if you preferred karaoke with strawhats boys or spa with the girls and I found that a beautiful idea. So if you can/want could you please do a karaoke with strawhats (boys and girls) hc please?? Thank youuu💜💜💜

This is a request for my Sleepover Event, send me one too! :)

Okay for starters if you have not heard the groups “Family” song, I’m going to need to you go to Youtube and check it out (they recently re-recorded the japanese version with Jimbei and 🥺🥺)

Most of these are just how everyone would act at a karaoke bar. But I added everyone singing with you, take that as you wish :)

Karaoke Night

Luffy

He’s starting off the night with a song. The first to volunteer without even a drop of alcohol in his body. Literally pulls you up on stage to sing with him.

He’s SOOOOO bad. He’s always offkey but that makes you feel a little better because at least people’s ears already hurt so your voice doesn’t matter too much.

He likes to sing the classic sea shanties and older stuff that everyone can sing along to (if it was our world he would be singing Journey and the old classic country music). He’s big on yelling “You guys know this part, sing along!” and holding out the mic for the crowd to join in.

When he’s not on stage singing, he’s either dancing or running around to all the groups of people mingling, asking if they’re going to sing

He always volunteers to be a partner if people are too nervous to sing along. He’s there to have fun and wants to make sure everyone else is having fun too :)

Zoro

Nope. This man is not singing.

That's what he says. That’s what he promises. No way in hell he’s getting up on that stage.

Until he gets about 10 tankards of ale in him. Then he’s climbing up on the stage ready to sing his HEART out.

He sings loud and proud, and halfway through the song beckons you up to join him. If you don’t go, he’s going to jump down and slowly walk to you and serenade you.

He’s probably going to sing some oldies song that’s deep and slow. Like Frank Sinatra or maybe even Johnny Cash. (I can imagine him absolutely nailing “And I did it….MYYYYYYY WAYYYYYYYYYY”)

At the start of the night he’s sitting in the corner alone, watching everyone carefully to make sure nobody tries to make a move on you or any other crew member, but by the end of the night he’s up, sitting with strangers and laughing and having the best time ever.

Sanji

His eyes are always on whoever is singing…unless it’s a man.

Sanji himself doesn’t sing, and he’s definitely not singing alone, but any time a lady goes up, Sanji’s asking if she needs a duet partner. He can’t let a lady sing alone, afterall.

He’s more of the kind to just sit and enjoy the show, show support when he needs to, heckle when it’s one of the Strawhats up there. If he hears any mumbling or rude comments while a lady is up singing, he’s going to war.

He can tell you kind of want to go sing, but you’re too nervous to go up or initiate asking, so eventually he pops the question and asks you to sing with him.

You guys are definitely singing some kind of duet song. Definitely Troy/Gabriella vibes from that first scene in High School Musical. You both start out kind of nervous but by the end you’re only focused on eachother and you’re both into it. And you sound pretty good too!

Nami

She’s definitely not the kind of person to start the singing, but she’ll do it with enough encouragement.

She’s not singing alone though. Unmless someone pays her to sing alone, she won’t. She doesn’t even like duets (she knows she’s not the strongest vocally and hates when people make fun of her).

She prefers group songs. Usually three or more gets her comfortable singing. Her, Usopp, and you know all the good music, so the three of you can sing some songs without even looking at the words.

Early 2000’s music, especially R&B, are your alls go to. Rich Girl, Umbrella, SOS, all the bops that people that grew up during that time know and love.

She is definitely a heckler when someone is singing badly too. She may not boo them off the stage but she WILL be laughing at them.

Usopp

He’s not singing. He has allergic-to-crowd-itis. No way is he going up on stage.

Unfortunately, he's bad at betting, and Nami makes him go up. You offer to join him so it’s not as scary for him.

He’s picking some random song that nobody has every heard of. If they don’t know what the original sounds like, they don’t know how good or bad it is. Mt. Joy, Portugal, The Man, Go Radio. Music that if you know, you LOVE. Upbeat folky music that’s easy to have a scratchy voice and be offkey.

After the first time, he realizes he actually had a lot of fun, and starts doing it with bigger groups. He even gets Nami and Luffy to join you all and you guys all sing a fun upbeat song.

When he’s not on stage, he’s laughing along with the boys and cheering on for whoever is on stage at the moment. Over-exaggerated screams of support and lots of clapping.

Chopper

Terrified of the thought of being on stage. But he’s a supportive little guy, and he’ll do it if you do it.

He walks up and hides behind you. Looking out at everyone in the crowd is so scary for him! Especially knowing how vicious Nami’s comments have been.

Once the music gets started, his voice is a little shakey, but by the time the chorus rolls around, he’s into it! The whole crew is yelling cheers of encouragement to him and he really starts to get into it.

I could see him really getting into some fun pop music. Katy Perry, Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift. He doesn’t get why the songs are so aggressive but he loves scream singing with you

After the first song clears his nerves, it’s hard to keep him off the stage. He’s jumping into every group song there is. He loves the RUSH.

Robin

You’re convicned this woman is not singing. Like she’s just not. I’m sorry. You can beg and plead all you want but shes not-

“Do you want to sing? Sure! I’ll try everything once!” And with that she puts her book down and walks up onto the stage.

You guys are going hard or going home. The slower songs of people like Adele, Miley Cyrus, Billie Ellish, Lizzy McAlpine. Voices that you KNOW you will fail at replicating or sounding better than, but that’s just her vocal range, and she’s actually pretty good!

She enjoys it, but once is enough for her. She might do it again if you or someone else asks, but it’s always going to be those hard to match songs.

She is honestly so fulfilled watching everyone else take the stage and be absolute goofballs. She prefers to watch and laugh along with everyone from the back of the room, a part of the family but then not center of attention.

Franky

Frankie loves pop music and you can’t convince me otherwise. The second he hears a song he likes, he jumps up to be next in line. He’ll sing anything, but his first pick is pump up 2012’s music like One Republic, Tao Cruz, Imagine Dragons.

He’s such a star when he sings too. Dancing around on stage, pulling you up to join him and serenading you. He can really put on a show for the audience.

He definitely made adjustments to body to have little smoke [things] and little sparklers. It definitely starts a small fire.

He’s having a GREAT time and loves loves loves it. He knows it’s important to let everyone have their turn, but he’s almost always in the lineup for karaoke, whether it’s the two of you singing or with a group of people. He’ll sing with just about anybody (and he gets requests for it too)

When he’s not on stage, he’s talking to the other patrons (trying to get in with other groups to sing more)

Brook

Brook…what can I say? He was born for this. And died for this. And came back to life for this. Brook has ALWAYS loved karaoke. It’s what got him into performing.

He asks if you want to sing one of his songs with him (what an honor!), and he does his best not to steal the show. But he’s missed performing and he’s missed the crowd, so he goes overboard a little bit the first time.

The crowd goes freaking insane. He gets so many comments about his voice, and he always does his best to say he only sounded better because you were with him.

He likes to sing his own songs, but after a few rounds, he just lets you (or whoever he’s singing with) pick the music. He’s got a very specific range though and doesn’t like to go outside of it.

He’s surrounded by fans most of the time, and anytime he spends offstage is met by autographs and fans fauning over him, buying him drinks and trying to get him to notice them.

Jinbe

Jinbe does group singing only. He won’t sing alone, and he doesn’t really want to do duets either. Even group songs he doesn’t love. He’s not big on singing or being the center of attention.

He will join people on the stage for a group performance though, but he will only join in for the chorus or moments where everyone is singing.

He can tell you’re nervous about singing, so he stays close and gives you little words of encouragement as you’re singing with everyone.

He’s so supportive from the crowd though when you go up without him! He always tells you how great you did and tells you his favorite part of every songs so you know that he was actually paying attention.

He really just sits and enjoys the vibes. He’ll sing along from the crowd if he knows a song, but he’s just there for the atmosphere and to support his crew.

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mirai-e-jump · 8 months

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UTB (Up to Boy) Magazine, October 2023 Issue (Vol. 330) ft. Yuzuki Hirakawa Interview and Photo Shoot (translation below)

Publication: August 23, 2023 (between episodes 25-26)

"If you could look back on it alittle, please tell us how you felt when you passed the audition."

Hirakawa: I've auditioned for the Sentai series afew times in the past, but I never made it through that many rounds of judging. For the first time, I was nervous and anxious as I realized that as the judging proceeded, I would be a finalist. When I received the results, with a great sense of relief I though, "Ah, thank goodness…."

"Please tell us about Rita Kaniska, the character you play."

Hirakawa: Rita is the international judge, and King of the country Gokkan. They're calm, composed, and rarely talks, and while they seem like a very serious person, I think they're a character with a cute side, like when they're alone and act like they're talking with their "Moffun" plushies.

"Due to your costume, you can only see with one eye, do you ever find any challenges playing such a role?"

Hirakawa: At first, I felt like it was difficult to convey my emotions through just my visible left eye. I would try squinting my eyes alittle, pulling my chin back, it was alot of trial and error, and I gradually felt like I was reaching a breaking point. When I discussed it with the Director, he told me, "You don't have to try to act with just your left eye. If you express your mind and feel the scene, it'll come out naturally." From that point on, I thought I was able to get in front of the cameras without having to do strange poses.

"Rita doesn't talk much, doesn't show much emotion, but, it's a cool role to play, are there any aspects that overlap with your own?"

Hirakawa: I've been told by the staff and cast around me that I resemble them quite abit. At first, I didn't think I was like them at all. Rita doesn't talk at all, while I'm the complete opposite. I talk all the time and am the type to become excited easily. However, I think they're similar in that Rita has an unexpected side to them, like when they're alone in their room talking to plushies.

"What's an unexpected side of Hirakawa-san?"

Hirakawa: In terms of a gap, the first impression of me is often that I look quiet or shy, but that's not true at all. I'm always really excited (laughs).

"At first glance, she looks cool, but her personality is the complete opposite! By the way, how did Hirakawa-san get into the entertainment world?"

Hirakawa: I joined my agency when I was in my second year of high school. Before that, I was attending a business high school in my hometown of Kumamoto, where I studied bookkeeping and various other subjects, all while thinking about becoming a tax accountant in the future…..

"A tax accountant! This is once again another contrasting world."

Hirakawa: When I started my second year, I thought, "I'd like to start doing something." At that time, I happened to learn about LDH (Hirakawa's agency) on TV and decided to do an audition. Before that, I had no desire to be in the entertainment industry, or to even give it a try.

"So now you're on a path that you never would have imagined yourself on previously. Did things go well once you joined the agency?"

Hirakawa: No. First off, I had no idea about the entertainment world, and while I had gone to various auditions, I was never selected. I thought I had understood that, "It's exhausting, this isn't an easy job afterall." But, slowly, I've been able to participate in dramas and stage plays, and now that I'm finally appearing in King-Ohger, I feel that I can now say with pride that I'm an actor.

"In a way, this could now be called the "starting line." The Sentai series is long running performance that lasts a year. How do you hope to grow over the course of the series?"

Hirakawa: In the previous productions I performed in, I did kind of bad with scenes where there were large groups of people, and it was a challenge for me to show my movements in such situations, but, now that I'm mostly in similar kinds of scenes, I'm able to get around naturally, and I hope I've overcome these challenges. If you haven't watched King-Ohger yet, I hope you'll check out Yuzuki Hirakawa's growth and development!

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karaonasi · 10 days

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A little something for BaxterMCWeek as hosted by @minthe-drawings

Happy Birthday, Bax darling!

First Meeting

It was a beautiful night -- the air warm with the coastal breeze providing both relief from the day’s heat as well as the fresh scent of sea salt mixed with grass clippings from the golf course. Or it should have been a beautiful night, if it weren’t so dull. While Baxter Ward loved dancing, loved competition, he hated these so-called “parties” that weren’t parties at all. Or perhaps to be more accurate, they were his parents’ type of party, not his. Stuffy and dull. Not like … his attention wandered across the newly mowed lawn toward the sound of music. It was coming from a large patio illuminated by fairy lights and the sight of several couples clustered on a dance floor. Now that was a party, a party he wasn’t allowed to attend. Not because he wasn’t invited. This was the Sunset Bird branch of The Cypress Country Club, the same club his parents belonged to back home. No, he wasn’t allowed to go because he and his fellow contestants were supposed to be resting.

But as the minutes dragged on with nothing but dull adult talk, he no longer could resist the lure of the music across the way. Baxter leaned toward his dance partner and, sometimes, partner in crime. “Cover for me? I’ll be right back.” She agreed as he knew she would. Afterall, he had covered for her more times than he could count when she inevitably found someone interesting with whom to disappear for a few minutes.

Then he was off, slipping around the edge of their group and into the shadowy in-betweens of the club grounds. Then he was there, amongst the unfamiliar crowd. Something about it reminded him of stories of Faerie Revels -- perhaps because of the forbidden nature of his excursion. Maybe he should have stuffed rowan berries into his pockets or at least turned his socks inside out. No, those thoughts were ridiculous -- as his parents had warned him time and time again. He was way too old to think such nonsense. He would come, enjoy one dance and be back at his own stuffy adult-style party before his coach knew he was missing.

And then … as if emerging out of the ether … you were there.

You were hesitating at the edge of the dance floor and Baxter was struck with how you stood out with your own developed sense of style beyond that of your peers. He made his way through the crowd, hoping that he wouldn’t be too late, that someone else wouldn’t snatch up this gem. Then he was there behind you. His heart raced and Baxter had to collect himself. He had to be the perfect gentleman his parents had groomed him to be. Baxter took a deep breath, then tapped you on the shoulder. “Are you planning on dancing?” He gave a soft amused laugh at your charming reply. “We should dance, then. It’s perfect timing, a new song is just about to start.” He offered his hand in a genteel fashion for you to take, then escorted you onto the dance floor.

And then words weren’t necessary.

Baxter took the lead, confidently guiding you into position and then into the dance. Your skill didn’t matter. The older boy had enough years of experience for the both of you to smooth over any missteps. Perfection wasn’t required, not tonight. That would be saved for the competition tomorrow. Tonight he simply wanted to enjoy his favorite hobby away from the critiquing eyes of his coach, parents, and judges. He wanted to be free. It was … wonderful, magical dancing there under the twinkling lights with you fitting so perfectly into his arms. He couldn’t help wondering if perhaps you were a fae creature afterall. It was all so … enchanting …

And then all-too-soon the song ended. His heart plummeted at the realization that these precious stolen moments had drawn to a close. Against every inclination to stay, Baxter stepped back, away from his delightful but temporary partner. He maintained a bright smile even at the sight of obvious disappointment upon your lovely features. “Thank you for dancing with me.” But no. That was too perfunctory and common a note with which to leave such a charming partner. He wished them to remember him as much as he was sure he would remember them for a long time to come. “You have nice legs,” he added with a smirk and a wink before slipping away into the crowd, forcing himself away from the first pure moment of happiness he had found in a very long time.

#baxtermcweek #baxter ward #our life #our life beginnings & always #our life beginnings and always #olba #our life baxter #our life: beginnings & always #gb patch games #olba baxter

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pufferfishstories · 1 year

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Knives and Feathers.

FANTASY HAWKS AU

Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.

Hawks x FemReader

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,

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Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.

You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.

You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.

Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.

“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.

You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.

You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.

Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.

You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...

You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.

And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.

And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.

You smiled softly at him.

Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.

For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.

Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you

“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”

You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.

His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.

Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.

The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said

“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”

You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.

He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.

“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.

He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.

Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.

He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.

And tonight would be different.

Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.

It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.

“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.

Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke

“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”

Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation

“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.

Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.

“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.

“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.

But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.

“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.

“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.

As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.

You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.

You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.

Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”

“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.

Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.

You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.

Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.

It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.

You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.

“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped

Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand

“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly

“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his

You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.

“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you

You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.

Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.

Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.

You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.

Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.

“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.

Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.

Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.

“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.

“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.

“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”

He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.

He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.

Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.

“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.

You only glare at him in response.

“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you

“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,

Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.

His eyes darken as he releases a breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly

Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.

Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.

His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.

“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.

Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.

Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.

You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.

“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset

“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing

“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.

“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.

His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.

“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.

“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.

Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.

Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.

Chuckling darkly he spoke again.

“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”

Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.

“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.

You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.

“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”

Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.

“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.

“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.

“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.

Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied

“Good.”

#hawks x y/n #hawks smut #fantasy au #hawks fanfic #fem reader #hawks x female reader #dom hawks #sub reader #touya todoroki #bnha headcanons #my hero academia #choking #enemies to lovers #wing kink #bnha dabi #bnha hawks #smut

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stoneagedevil · 1 year

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Could write something about Anton Chigurh ?🖇

I love him 💕💕💕

I’d be delighted to, 🖇️. Here’s something I’ve been sitting on for a while:

Compound Fracture | Anton Chigurh x f!Reader

TW/CW: Blood, bone, killing, etc. this is a No Country for Old Men one shot, afterall.

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It was an address given to him years ago. Didn’t matter what was going through his mind, the address stayed. Rain, snow, shine, shit.

But the concern was if the occupant still resided in the house that occupied the address. The concern was the bone sticking out of his arm.

Initially when the Buick hit him, he’d flung himself into the passenger side to save as much of himself as he could. But looking down at the bloody bone that ripped through his skin as though it were paper, he thought he was worse for wear. He checked the amount of blood coming out of his arm, hoping that the median artery wasn’t severed. It wasn’t. The pain hadn’t set in yet, still running on adrenaline, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it to a veterinarian’s office, or blow another car sky high in attempts of robbing a pharmacy. The bone would just cause too much attention, as would the blood streaming down his face.

Besides, sometimes you gotta know that you might be biting off more than you can chew before you take a bite, and Anton knew his limits. You have to, especially in his line of work. It’s what let’s you dictate your future to the best of your ability.

The house was in a quiet neighborhood. The type of neighborhood that kids zip up and down the street on their bikes in. The type of neighborhood with old women and their garden beds. The type of neighborhood with cookouts, potlucks, and the like. This was no place for someone like him.

He knocked on the house with a red door, and on the other side, a (E/C) eye was looking through the peephole.

‘This’ll be a tough one,’ she thought.

She unlocked the door and ushered him in.

“Any cops or emergency services called?”

“Yes, but I left the scene before they could make it there.”

“Good, good. Anybody see you?” She questioned, all the while walking briskly around the house, laying medical paper down on the kitchen table, sanitizing this n that, pulling out tools and medicine, and putting on latex gloves.

“Two young boys. I paid for their silence.”

“Young boys talk. Young people do in general. Seems like you paid for a shirt as well. Are you allergic to latex?” She stated, looking at the gingham button up Anton fashioned into a sling.

“No.”

“I’m gonna inject nerve block in your arm. I’m sure you’re aware of the state you’re in, and adrenaline can only take you so far.”

“I’m aware.”

“This is a compound fracture. Means the skin’s been torn open, and that the bone’s as sharp as a steak knife. You’re rare.” She humored.She studied his arm as he rested on the kitchen table. “Are you comfortable?”

“As much as one could be in this situation.”

“What brought you to this situation?” She asked, always curious about her patients. Some were tight lipped about their endeavors, others were crying so loud she couldn’t get nothing else out of them.

“My word.” Be replied, referring to his visit with Carla Jean.

“And what word would that be?” She cleaned the wound, spraying it down with alcohol.

“A man chose not to save his wife while he was alive. I gave him my word I’d kill her, since she was liable the same as him.”

“Doesn’t sound like he loved her.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I’d kill for anyone I’d love. But you gotta be willing to die too. Killing someone is one thing. Taking the life of someone that doesn’t mean anything to you is easier than sacrificing yourself. But when you wed, you’re givin’ your mind, body, and soul to them. You should be willin’ to lose all three for them.”

He’d hadn’t thought about it in that way. Sure, he knew Moss was selfish, a choice had to be made, and he picked the wrong one, but he didn’t think about the aspect of love and marriage when it came to the choice. He just knew Moss loved her, or so he thought. That’s why he used her as leverage.

“Then you’re right.”

“I’m hardly ever wrong.”

His lips lifted slightly at her wit. This whole time he’d been staring up at the ceiling fan above the table he’d been laying on, noticing that there wasn’t a speck of dust on it. The entire place was immaculate.

“If there is an afterlife I wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. A dead man can’t take back his actions. It’s even hard for a livin’ man to do so.”

“He seemed comfortable in his conviction. Confident that he’d get me, save his wife, and take the money that wasn’t his to begin with.”

“He made his choice, I wouldn’t feel sorry for him because of that. Do you believe in karma?”

“Maybe.”

“I do. I think this bone sticking out is your karma here. But there will be more to come. My door is always open when karma strikes next.”

“You think karma brought me here?”

“I do. You killed the wife, and whether you’re right or wrong to do it doesn’t matter, it never has, but you killed her, and now this has happened to you. You coulda stayed in her home a little longer. You coulda left a little earlier, and all of this coulda been prevented. You’ve got impeccable timing, or karma does, anyway.”

He looked in her eyes, and she stared right back. She pushed the bone back into place, he grunted at the strange pressure.

“Have you had karma?” He asked. He was sure the answer was yes.

“Always. I help people who do terrible things by society’s standards. I get good things, because I’m helping, but I get bad things because of who I help.”

“Then why help?”

“I want to. I think it’s interesting. How many times in your life do you get to push a bone back into someone’s arm?” She smiled. “I think you’re my favorite patient. No kicking and screaming, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a fascinatin’ fracture.”

This woman was strange, delightfully so. Not squeamish, working quickly and efficiently, and providing conversation that didn’t make him want to cut it short through more violent means.

Before he knew it he had some strange metal device on the outside of his arm, with something that looked like screws going into it. She sutured his arm, soon injecting something along the lines of antibiotics he assumed to further fight infection. The details of the home surgery were extremely foggy in his sedative-ridden mind, but he remembered her helping him up off of the table and her showing him a room where he could stay until his arm was healed enough to let him go.

He fell asleep soon after she took his shoes off, faintly remembering her bringing him in water and painkillers.

And when the days came where his arm inevitably healed, and he inevitably left to get inevitably hurt once again, he knew he’d be back to hear more about karma, fractures, fate, and the correct way to disinfect wounds even though he knew what to do anyway, because from her, he’d gladly listen.

#fanfic #x reader #no country for old men #anton chigurh #Anton Chigurh x reader #anon ask #slashers #slasher x reader #Anton Chigurh x y/n #Anton Chigurh x you

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nolita-fairytale · 1 year

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living on a remote island with sirius & raising baby harry together (remote island au)

au headcanon where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island and raise baby harry instead of going to azkaban

pairing: sirius black x fem!ravenclaw reader

warnings: none.

a/n: ok so hear me out: i thought that this is the last part. but then. i had some ideas of how this remote island au would fit into the storyline of hp so i may write two epilogues (one where it lines up with the hp storyline and one fluff happy ending).

thank you again to all who have read, liked, reblogged, and commented. there's an instagram account called @aendthesea and this is what i feel reader, sirius, and harry's lives are like on the island. check it out if you're a visual person like me.

part one | part two | part three |

there's a letter in the kitchen of the cottage from your father that explains that it's not safe for you to meet up with your parents yet. you must wait a full two weeks to make sure that you haven't been followed and you're sure that you destroyed the armoire correctly.

when sirius finally comes to a few days later, he's expecting to wake up in azkaban. boy, is he surprised to find himself overlooking the mediterranean as he makes his way out onto the back porch.

"what did you do?" "sirius, i couldn't let you go to azkaban for a crime you didn't commit. remus helped me. he wasn't the traitor, sirius he-." "i know. it was peter. the traitor. that bloody rat."

your conversation is interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. as you emerge from the house with baby harry in your arms, sirius falls to his knees in grief, the events of what happened coming back to him. he knows that it means james and lily are dead.

there's so much grief but sirius grieves more openly than you. he grieves for his best friends. for baby harry. for the life he was almost condemned to.

waking up in the middle of the night to sirius having nightmares.

sirius has major survivor's guilt.

about a month after you settle in, you receive a letter from dumbledore. remus has gone to him for help. he will keep your secret and help cover it up, as long as you agree to let harry come back for school. you both oblige willingly and figure, it's a problem for future-you-and-sirius.

moving from the safe house to a home inside of your parents' villa. while not pleased that they've practically become grandparents overnight, it takes one look at harry for them to fall absolutely in love. and they make great babysitters.

adjusting to life on the island takes time but sirius is beginning to warm up to being only a short walk from the beach.

roaming the island sirius in his animagus form (he is a wanted fugitive afterall) and becoming known around town as the girl with the black dog.

giving in and finally marrying sirius because, you know, for the diplomatic immunity, of course.

having a competition of who can learn the native language fastest, then competing with each other who can learn the rest of the languages that line the coast of the mediterranean.

once it's safe for you and sirius to venture into more mainland territories, sirius begins exploring in his human form. sirius continues increasing his new language skills by reading sleep training books in the native language, after baby harry regresses and refuses to sleep through the night.

sleepless nights because you two have a freaking baby.

sirius really brings a whole new meaning to 'speaking in tongues.' think: sirius speaking french in bed and then all of a sudden he switches to greek, italian, or turkish. he's got a real knack for it too.

baby harry is bilingual, that is, until sirius begins teaching him french. can you imagine a harry potter raised in the mediterranean?

enjoying a slow life filled with simple pleasures: walking to the beach, eating slices of melons & fruits under the warm sun, and sunday sauces that simmered on the stovetop all day long to pure perfection.

keeping an herb garden, pulling lemons straight off of the trees and making lemonade for the three of you.

family beach trips with lots of sunscreen involved. baby harry absolutely loves the water and as he grows older, you practically have to pry him out of the ocean to get him to come to dinner.

while you take up photography as a hobby, sirius finds an old piano that someone's just left on the street and takes it in. he takes up his old hobby, playing the piano and humming along. singing and playing lullabies to harry omfg.

having a long conversation when harry first calls sirius 'dada,' and deciding how you'll tell him about his parents. debating whether or not you let him call the two of you mum and dad and questioning what lily and james would've wanted. you decide to let him choose when he gets older, what he'd like to call the two of you.

sirius has a phase where he wants nothing more than to give harry a sibling to play with, but you know it'll be too complicated with him being a wanted man. he's fallen head over heels for harry and for being a father, but you feel it would be irresponsible to bring your own child into it.

"gods, you're so beautiful. c'mon, just think about it. harry and a little brother... or little sister." "sirius, i-, we're barely twenty two! i love being harry's godmum more than anything and i just-, i don't know." "bet you'd look so good carrying our baby too, love." "sirius... damnit. we can practice if that's what you're getting at." "always, my darling. always."

also, does anyone think about how the marauders would've only been 30-32 when harry began hogwarts, yet they were played by grown ass adults in the movies? just me? ok, cool.

taglist: @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

#sirius x reader #sirius black x reader headcanon #sirius black headcanon #sirius black x reader #the marauders #marauders era #padfoot #sirius black fluff #sirius black x fem!reader #sirius black imagine #harry potter au #harry potter headcanon #harry potter

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zaxxusu · 10 days

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Happy Mother's Day

(a monologue, a kind of letters - originally published in 2014 on my old RP account that has been deleted by Tumblr, reposting here in modified a bit)

𝟣𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Mom, you scare me! No ghost under my bed, I know it! Okay, okay, I'll go sleep. Mom? You still there? Well, I have a dream... I wanna be a hero I'm gonna save the world! Hey, don't laugh! I mean it. I wanna make you smile and proud. Mhh... love you too, Mom. Good night.

𝟣0 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Sorry, Mom, but I must go. I wanna achieve my dream, and it can't be attained only in this small village. I wanna see the world. I wanna make many friends around Gaia! Bet you'd be all worried. Just pray for me and I'll do my best to make the goals. ...Wait! What's that? Come back with my wife? Hey, hey... I'm just 13! I'm back after I'm success. I promise... See me!

8 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

How's Gongaga? Pops still alive and kicking? Is he seeing mushrooms from below already? Sorry for writing only now. I meant to write earlier but work stuffs here really extreme. Either you do nothing at all, or you do too much. But let's face it, there's never too much for me, anyway! Nah, I'm SOLDIER now. Already 2nd Class and gonna make it 1st soon! Which should be easy, hehe. I met a few great people. The great Hero Sephiroth gives me few trainings. Have you ever heard his name? He's the Hero of Wutai war! Soon, I'll be dispatched there and be a great hero too! But Angeal is my mentor, he's 1st Class too like Sephiroth! And I'll always be remembering his words, that if I wanted to be a hero, I have to embrace my dream and honor. He's on vacation right now. He said hi to you, Mom. And Kunsel! He's my friggin' stalker... but in a positive way! I mean... we're best friends! Well, he knows what he does, and I have a feeling he purposively remains in 2nd Class to have an eye on all that happens inside Shin-Ra. So yeah, I get along great with everyone. How's Sotetsu by the way? Tell him I don't forget him.

6 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Mom? There are so many things happened, I wanna help my friend. But I'm not strong enough to do. It is complicated... Though, not gonna give up and it'll be alright. Just like Pops always says: "If it's not alright, then it's not the end yet!" This one, Mom, praise your son! Well, I met a girl... at the church in the city slum. She's like an angel. Her hobby is tending flowers--bet you'd love her! I bought a pink ribbon for her, for a memento. She said she'll always treasure it. Then we went on a date! My first date! I also met another country boy! He's from Nibelheim and a Chocobo. ...No! I'm not talking to animal, not anymore! >////< His name is Cloud and his hair looks like Chocobo--all spiky and messy. He should try my shampoo or visit you, letting you mingle with his hair. Afterall, it's you who make me look the way I do haha.

5 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

It's been a while, Mom. New season, new responsibility. I made 1st Class, but somehow, I'm not happy with it. I command an army now, rookies, so I can't let it make me down. And Sephiroth is my partner now, he trusts me. In short, I'm doing my best as SOLDIER--just as Angeal taught me, embrace my dreams and protect my honor. He's gone, Mom, but he's always in my heart. By the way, remember the girl I met in the church? It's a next level. I'm serious with her, Mom. Her name is Aerith. Well, she is... A bit spoiled, picky, clumsy ...and also can't cook. But I love her! Pretty is just a standard and normal is overrated--I love her with all of her quirks and flaws. She matches my energy. Whenever I spend my time with her, I feel respite. So, I can always keep up straight thanks to her. Will pick her to meet you, but not in the near future, I guess. Still working hard, saving money, building flowers wagon--she and I start this business. You must laugh but I'm selling flowers as a side job. We have a dream to fill Midgar with flowers. This city is opposite of Gongaga. I miss the greens, water, fresh air. So yeah, gonna make everyone here happy with the flowers!

𝐹𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Dear, Mom. How many seasons have passed? I wish I could knock your door, see your face right now, and apologize for everything. Sorry for not being a good enough son for you. Ha! A bit melancholy suddenly? I'm not homesick or so! Home is... where the heart is, isn't it? Just so you know, I still have my friend, Cloud. I won't abandon him whatever happened. I'll be fine, don't worry. Because if I wasn't, then how could he? I'm still in the road to be a hero. I'm not giving up in this rough and dire. I finally find a meaning and purpose. I think it's because of you and pops raising me--and my late mentor, honor to him. So, thank you, Mom. Pops, too. Say hi to him. PS: Oh, and... I dunno what Cissnei--that girl in the black suit--told you, but she isn't my fiancee! I still have my heart for my flower girl. And I'm on the road to fulfill her 23 wishes. Just to make that sure.

#zack fair #ic #final fantasy vii #ff7 rebirth #zerith

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arianna-bradshaw · 2 years

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First Time for Everything

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw was your first... for everything.

TW: Mention of Death, Smut 18+, Seven Minutes in Heaven

Bradley Bradshaw was your first.

Your first crush, at just six years old you'd met him. He was seven, which made him feel much cooler and more mature than you. But you didn't mind at all because you though he was super cute, and followed him all over the beach and Hard Deck that day. Your aunt Penny had just adopted you a few weeks earlier after your parents passed and she'd introduced you to Bradley; who was there with Carole. You were shy at first, but he'd dragged you onto the beach to play. When he found out you were going to be going to elementary school with him, he was so excited. He wouldn't be the only one without a daddy anymore, and he'd finally have a friends whose a girl.

Bradley was also your first kiss. You were at at a party freshman year, about 10 others 14 and 15 year old were sitting in a circle in Jesse Smith's basement. You thought Bradley looked so hot, his sandy hair was a little grown out and he looked like a 90s heart throb. Well, he was one, it was 1998 afterall and he looked straight out of a boy band. Jesse was the one who brough up truth or dare. Within a few minutes of the game, a bunch of people had kissed- or admitted their crushes. When Samantha G, your best friend had the floor, she dared Bradley to spend seven minutes in heaven with you. At this age, you'd grown into your body, and the oversized crewneck with jean shorts were honestly in style. You looked cute for your age, but Bradley was so hot to you. You couldn't move, both you and Bradley's eyes widening. But a dare was a dare, and he had already used up his one chicken. Everyone giggled, pushing the both of you into the hall closet. You heard them go to playing the game, and looked down.

You were fidgeting with your fingers, not looking up at Bradley. You had liked him for like forever, and your face was red.

You didn't look up until you felt him lift up your chin, your eyes widned; and his eyes were staring at your lips. Then Bradley Bradshaw, with no experience tried to makeout with you.

Bradley just so happened to be your first date too, okay maybe it wasn't real or romantic but it was still a date. After both failing to find a prom date senior year, he'd asked you. Of course you said yes, and now here he was. Bradley was dressed in a suit to match your sparkly blue dress- it was 2001 afterall. He had picked you up in his Bronco and took you out to dinner at a mildly nice restaurant his mom had picked out. You'd taken cheesy pictures, and danced the night away- and changed clothes to go to an after party where you got drunk for the first time.

When Bradley Bradshaw returned from basic training at 19, you were waiting as the plane landed. Carole had passed right before he left, and he had no one other than you to be there. His 'uncle' Maverick was in a different country and he had no other family. When you saw him lined up in his crisp white uniform you almost cried. He had a clean shaven face due to regulations, and his hair was close cut under his service cap. You waited as they all stood, before they were told they could be tapped out.

You ran to him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. Your eyes were watery as he pulled back to stare at you. Then he kissed you- so deeply and intensely, his gloved hands on your cheeks.

"I love you, Y/N. I can't believe I didn't realize it sooner." He whispered. And just like that, he was your first love.

The latest first that Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw had taken from you was a week after he'd returned. You were watching a movie in your now shared apartment, near the Top Gun Academy. The pick was Dirty Dancing. You were underneath his arm, focused on the movie, head resting near his shoulder and chest. All of a sudden, Bradley's free hand moved to your thigh, gently tracing the bare skin exposed by your shorts. You swallowed, not daring to look up at him, especially when he moved his hand further up to play with the waist band of your shorts. You whimpered quietly, and suddenly he was on you.

He kissed you deeply, his hand sinking past your under wear to gently trace a finger through your pussy. You gasped, grabbing his shoulders as he moved closer, kissing down youe neck.

"Bradley, p-please." You whined, and he sank to his knees inbetween your legs and pulled off your shorts and underwear- throwing them god knows where. He looked up at you, pupils blown wide and groaned.

"You have no idea how much I've thought about this, baby." Bradley dove forward, licking over your wet slit, and pushing inside. You moaned, grabbing his hair tightly and pulling him closer. He pushed two fingers inside, and starting curling them quickly.

"Bradley! Please I need you-" You gasped, grinding down on his fingers and face. He pulled up panting and kept moving his fingers as he kissed you.

"Can I fuck you baby, I need it- need to feel you around me." He groaned, kissing down your neck. You nodded quickly and didn't even have time to think before he pushed into you- his groan was godly.

"Oh my god, Brad you feel so good," You whined, and he leaned up to watch your face carefully as he began thrusting into you hard. You arched up and he grunted with every thrust. You moaned loudly and grinded down on him- it felt so good. So euphoric and you were so glad it was Bradley.

He pounded into you deeply, and signlaed he going to cum.

"Me too, please baby- I wanna cum!" You whined, and he nodded; his hand moving down to circle your clit as he moved harder and faster. You came quickly and he followed seconds after- grinding into you as he rode his orgasm.

After that you both showered before falling into bed, holding each other impossibly close. Bradley brought it up first, apologizing intensely about not wearing a condom and you blushed. "It's okay, Bradley… maybe you gave me our first baby." Followed by a giggle.

#bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw x y/n #bradley bradshaw imagine

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kaigarax · 11 months

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A Million Ways

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that understands you without words.”

Simpleton.

Clueless.

Country bumpkin.

Those were the names Inoskue constantly heard while growing up. Rude names they called him but they never really seemed to bother the boy. Sure, he may not have known the meanings of the names but it was never words that cut deep. It was the harsh looks in their eyes and the cold motions as they turned their backs on him.

It constantly sent him into a rage.

Sure, he was different but sometimes it just felt as though no one would ever be able to understand him. That he would forever be unable to connect to others. That he would always be different.

And he tried to not let it bother him.

And it didn’t when he didn’t think about it.

So, Inosuke did things to distract himself. Like becoming a demon slayer.

Not just did it give him a chance to expand his physical prowess and meet individuals much stronger than him but it gave him something to think about. Or rather, it gave him a reason to not think about something.

Of course, one could not always be fighting enemies.

Bodies needed time to rest and recuperate. They needed moments where they could be still and rebuild themselves. Insouke knew that better than anyone else. His own connection with his body allowed him to know his limits. Not to say that he would clearly pass those limits when he wanted to. What was the use of there being such a phrase if one were never to live with those indulgences?

Today though, Inosuke thinks that he might rest.

Close his eyes and feel the breeze sneak in through the window. Maybe listen to that strange melody that’s coming through the open door.

It’s almost pleasant.

You’re the one playing the piano.

The others talk about how skilled you are. Tanjuro gushes and Zinetsu sighs dreamily. The others seem to gather around to listen to you when you play and Insouke isn’t all too sure why. Why would anyone want to listen to such artificial sounds when he they could just head out into the forest and hear the rushing of water and birds singing?

Their songs are much different than yours.

Not tainted with such sadness and confusion.

So different from anything he was used to while growing up.

Now, Insouke isn’t the best when it comes to emotions but he does know that the feeling your music creates isn’t something that people should be feeling all the time. It isn’t pleasant. It makes him feel as though everything is wrong. That there’s nothing else that he can do.

But more than anything, he can feel how lonely you are when you play.

And it reminds him of his own loneliness.

That same loneliness that he’s constantly trying to forget.

A bunny happens to hop past his window at that moment, catching his attention. It’s white and fluffy with a small tail.

Inosuke’s nose twitches playfully.

And then he’s up and atom. His blankets left sprawled across the ground as he jumped up onto the windowsill. Tanjuro, who happens to be sleeping beside him, stirs briefly but doesn't wake up. The bunny, on the other hand, has clearly spotted the quick movements of Inosuke as it scurries away.

Insouke is quick to follow after it. Jumping out the open window and out into the open field.

The bunny ducks under a bush, where it must assume it is safe.

But the great Insouke will not be defeated so easily! As if a measly bush could stop him! He jumps into the bush after the bunny, plummeting flat onto his stomach with a loud thump.

The foolish bunny stares at him briefly, with fear in its eyes at Insouke’s sudden movements.

Of course it would be terrified of him!

He is great after all!

He makes a swat at it but the bunny is much quicker than he anticipated. It manages to just barely slip though his fingertips as it exits on the other side of the bush. Any normal person would have let the bunny go and called it a day. But not Inosuke! Afterall, he’s no quitter. No one gives up that easily.

Instead, he’s on all fours, chasing after the rabbit through the bushes.

There’s a large indent that follows him through the bushes, clearly showing where he has and will likely be. Not that he cares, after all this was made personal when that bunny hopped up to his window in the first place.

Inosuke is a hunter and he will not be beaten by mere prey.

The bunny jolts forward before quickly making a turn to the left.

It has clearly underestimated Inosuke though as the boy on all fours snaps to the side.

It’s quite a sight to behold.

The bunny makes another turn, heading back towards the house.

The fool!

Inosuke crashes after it with haste, quickly catching up.

10 meters.

5 meters.

And then, when it’s cornered and there’s seemingly no place for it to run it jumps at incredible hights and into an open window.

Insouke, of course, makes his own incredible jump into the room but crashes head first into you!

There’s a tumble and grunt from you as the keys of the piano crash and play a dreadfully out of tune melody. It’s horrible and Inosuke can see you visibly wince. He, on the other hand, is not at all affected by the cacophony of sound. He’d puff his chest out but he’s currently tangled up with you on the ground while the bunny sits peacefully atop the keys of the piano, a smug look on its face.

Insokue growls.

You look up at the boar head wearing boy with a strange look.

He dramatically whips his head towards the bunny.

Your eyes light up in amusement.

Inosuke jumps up, pushing you further into the ground as he lunges towards the bunny. The bunny makes a quick escape, jumping off the piano and through the door leaving Inosuke and you behind.

Inosuke, not wanting to be bested, chases after it, leaving you alone.

He briefly wonders if the piano is broken but doesn't think about it for too long as he runs past a trio of individuals.

He thinks he hears you shit an apology as you pass them, chasing after him. But he doesn't look back. He has a bunny to catch, afterall.

The hallways seem to twist and turn more than before. A maze that only he knows how to navigate. Of course, Inosuke can’t leave the bunny alone now. Not with all those open windows and people heading in and out. His high speed chase would be all for naught if this bunny manages to escape him. And the travesty that would follow if word ever got out that he was bested by a cute white little bunny!

His pride would never be able to recover.

How could he ever call himself a demon slayer if he couldn’t catch one little rabbit?

This is the moment of truth.

Inosuke is inches away from the bunny when you come barreling into him. You come at him from the side and send him tumbling into another room while the bunny is free to escape into the wild.

His anger flares.

How dare you!

When he was inches away!

He pushes you to the side and attempts to stomp away but you’re quick to grab him. Inosuke’s surprised at how strong you are. He obviously knew that you were strong enough to take out a demon but he didn’t think that you’d be strong enough to force him to sit down.

It’s annoying.

And exciting.

He wants to push you down to show he’s clearly much stronger but you quickly let go of him. Instead you press a finger to your lips and hush him silently. You point to the window, and staring at the two of you is that cheeky little bunny. Its puffy white tail seems to shake back and forth in a mocking manner.

Inosuke lunges towards it but you force him back into his chair.

He raises a brow.

You reach into your pocket and pull out an orange shaped fruit.

A carrot, maybe?

Inosuke isn’t too sure. The only thing he’s certain of is that it's food.

Why would you be handing him food right now? He’s not hungry right now. Are you hungry? Are you trying to share your food with him? Is it time to eat or something?

Why in the world are you still holding the carrot!

You hold a hand up as Insouke reaches out for the carrot.

You move both your hands down as if to say ‘slow down’.

Then slowly, you move towards the window. Slowly. Every, so very slowly. The bunny doesn't seem to see you as a threat. Ha! What a foolish creature! But you seem to be just foolish as you don’t lunge towards the bunny when you get close enough. Instead you continue creeping towards it until you’re a smidget away. You hold the carrot in your hand out to the bunny. It sniffs it cautiously before taking a nibble. Its eyes seem to light up as you give it the treat. What a fool you are!

But then… the bunny doesn't move as you slowly scoop it up.

It seems quite content as you carry it towards Inosuke with a smile on your face.

And boy is he ever shocked.

Perhaps you aren’t as fragile as you seem.

You hold the bunny with one hand and use the other to reach into your pocket. You pull out another bright orange carrot. The bunny notices it with a twitch of its nose and is watching you curiously as you gesture for Insouke to come towards you. You move your hand down again signaling for him to slow down.

He supposes that if you managed to get this fat then perhaps you aren’t wrong about this.

You flatten his hands before placing the carrot on it. Then you bring your own hands towards Insouke’s. The bunny stands curiously in your hands, smelling the carrot in Insouke’s before slowly reaching out. It eyes Insouke, clearly not trusting him as easily as it trusted you. Not that you can blame it, after Insouke chased it around the house. Of course, as soon as the bunny starts nibbling, as Insouke knew it would, you gently shove it onto his hands.

Haha!

He is great!

He knew that he would be able to catch a bunny as little as this one! No creature has escaped him before! The bunny doesn't seem all too happy in his hands but settles as it munches on the carrot.

You manage to stifle a giggle as you watch Inosuke and the bunny.

At first Insouke thinks you might be laughing at his expense but the softness in your eyes tells him otherwise.

You’ve always had kind eyes. Just like Tanjuro. You looked at the world as if everything was okay and that everything would get better. Which is why Inosuke was always so confused when he listened to you play music. How could someone so full of life and kindness also have so much loneliness and pain like him? It’s unfair and makes Inosuke want to fight the world for you. No, he will fight the world for you.

But for now, he’ll settle for holding a bunny.

It’s weird. He strangely… doesn't feel as lonely when he’s with you.

Perhaps it's because you know what he’s gone through?

No. That isn’t it.

You seem to notice the change in his expression as you hold your hands out to the bunny and offer Inosuke a smile. His heart warms.

The bunny is quick to leave Insouke’s hands and jump into yours.

Inosuke wonders if this is the last time he’ll see the bunny ever again?

You shrug as you turn back towards the window.

You place your hands near the ground on the other side of the window as the two of you watch the bunny jump away. Insouke smiles back at you, feeling a warm feeling begin to bubble up in his stomach.

Fall in love with someone that understands you without words.

#demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #hashibira inosuke x reader #100 ways to fall in love

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bitchdafuqyousay · 4 months

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Roadside Find: Short Story

It was ridiculously humid, adding to the swelter that surrounded and chased after the rusty old pick-up truck. The damned thing’s AC was broken, and having the windows down provided no sort of relief whatsoever; just made the shrieks of the cicadas seem even louder. Dust was kicked up by the tires crunching over the dirt road, but thankfully none flew into the car as by the time it got high enough to reach the windows they’d already passed that particular cloud of grit.

Usually she’d scold her friend for being such a reckless driver, but she didn’t mind it currently. Afterall, no one else was on this long country straight-shot. Kudzu covered trees whizzed by as she stared out the window, glancing to the front seats when the young man in the passenger seat gave a heady sigh, but then returning her gaze out the open window, looking forwards meant a full face of hot, country sun, and it was uncomfortable enough as is without seared retinas.

“What the fuck is that-” the driver barked suddenly, slowing the truck to a crawl and squinting into the distance. She unbuckled and leaned forwards in between the two front seats, resting her hand on the passenger’s slim shoulder.

“Ya’ll see that thing too, right?” He grumbled and glanced at his friends briefly, waiting for them to nod in confirmation before sliding his gaze to the thing on the roadside roughly twenty yards ahead of them.

There, in the dust and dirt was a little body, completely still and laying on its side. Crumpled and faced away from the truck, it’s front obscured from the three young travelers.

“Is- is that a kid?!” The young man in the passenger seat said hoarsely, his voice filled with anxiety; and he had every reason to be nervous, it certainly looked like a kid. A little boy no larger than a six or seven year old.

“We should call-” the driver began, but the young woman was already leaping from the car, the backdoor swinging open as she rushed out, ignoring the dust she kicked up as she quickly paced towards the little figure in the dirt, if it was in fact a child, she’d be damned if she didn’t try to help right now. Wait in the truck for who knows how long for someone else to arrive her ass, if it was a kid, they needed help now, no doubt.

She ignored the yells of her two male companions to get back inside the rust bucket, that they shouldn’t touch whatever or whoever it was and instead call for real, decent help.

She knelt in the dust and gently turned over the little figure, letting out a huge sigh of relief; “No reason to call anyone-” she hollered over her shoulder “-It’s not a kid, it’s just a doll. Like one of them live sized things collectors are into.”

She continued to ignore her friends as they told her to just leave the thing so they could be on their way and get off of the “bum fuck, hick country road” and back to civilization; civilization with food and air conditioning.

But she kept poking at the doll and observing it at her own leisure, her male companions’ calls simmering down into frustrated grumbles between themselves.

The doll’s hair was a rich auburn, shining like amber in the scorching sun and reflecting the heat waves in a way that made it look like fire. His glass eyes were so bright a blue it looked as though rather than eyes they were mirrors reflecting the cloudless summer atmosphere above them. The thing was a real work of artistry and dedicated craftsmanship; a small, pale pink blotch adorned his left cheek, and delicate freckles splattered his face. The patch could be a birthmark, maybe. Whatever it was, it gave a sense of life to the doll, made him look real.

“I bet he’s modeled after a real person.” She cooed and hoisted the thing off the road so it could sit on her hip, quickly bounding back to the truck with her new found treasure.

“He’s got like, a birthmark? I think? Which would be an odd thing to put on ‘im if he isn’t based on an actual person.”

“Oh , ew… Think it’s like, one of those memento mori sort of deals? Like somebody’s kid died so they had that thing made in his likeness?” the boy in the passenger seat fretted, leaning away and making a bit of a fuss as she clambered back into the truck with the doll.

“Maybe, and if so that’s all the more reason I don’t wanna leave him on the side of the road, might’ve fallen out a moving truck or something…”

Soon as she was rebuckled in her seat the driver shifted gears and began to move again, rolling up the windows and saying nothing about the situation at all. He’d known the girl much longer than the other boy and figured she’d made her mind up to keep the wretched thing the moment she’d seen what it was.

She had odd hobbies, and would pick up anything that caught her eye.

She sat quietly and continued to admire the doll; it had the face and general build of a young man who was maybe about nineteen or so; fairly developed and quite handsome. She could feel under his clothes that he’d been carefully sculpted to have lean muscles, she was stunned by the incredible amount of detail and precision that went into making him. He’d no doubt been well taken care of up to this point. Love and tenderness was evident in his carefully parted and combed hair, the press and pleats of his linen button up shirt, the straight and well fit waistcoat over it, and the black slacks he wore had been carefully ironed, and some elegant shiny black shoes with spats over ‘em; his dashing appearance having been disturbed only slightly by his time on the road.

“He’s only a bit dirty, but I’ll bet that's from being out on the roadside. But he isn't dusty enough to have been out there for anything more than a day or two.” She mused as she brushed some of the grit from his shoulder.

She rather liked him. He was a handsome piece of art, she thought. That splotch on his cheek was so delicately painted the freckles smattering his lovely face lingered under it and about its edges where it began to blend into the natural blush of his cheekbones. He had individual eyelashes and eyebrow hairs. The artist who’d made him had even delicately and finely painted body hair; she could see it hinted on his wrists just under the cuffs of his sleeves. His wrists and fingers were finely and properly jointed, and she delighted in that if she linked his fingers between hers, they sorta fell over her knuckles as though he were holding her hand right back.

“He’s right handsome, I think! Whoever made him put a lot of care and detail into him, just look at his hands!” She chirped enthusiastically and continued to fiddle with the large doll in her lap.

The driver glanced in the rearview mirror, and the boy in the passenger seat craned his neck to see what she was talking about.

“I still think it’s weird… it looks too much like a sorta real person, it’s totally uncanny valley.” He turned back around and crossed his arms with a huff, looking to the driver for support.

The other male only shrugged, “If she likes it and wants to keep the thing she can, I don’t care.”

“He does look like a real person-” the girl interjected, “-which is what makes the fact that he was on the side of the road even sadder to me. Somebody obviously loved him a whole lot, but a brief moment of carelessness and now they’ve lost him.”

She adjusted the doll in her lap and fixed her eyes back out the window, once again watching the kudzu infested trees and the humid, wet forests behind ‘em whizz by as they continued down the dirt road. She arranged the doll’s hands so they were folded politely in his lap, fingers laced and creating a sort of cage.

“Where are you gonna put him?” The driver asked, not looking away from the road, she shrugged.

“Dunno, maybe I’ll sit him on the windowsill in my room.”

“You gonna keep him next to the plants you got on there?” The boy in the passenger seat asked while he tore open a bag of chips, reaching back to hand her one, and then placing one directly into the driver’s mouth before he himself ate a couple.

“Mhmm.” She nodded, pausing to finish chewing before continuing, “I’ll set him up there. He can keep watch out my window for weirdos.” Her little quip earned her a snort from the driver and the passenger shook his head, trying to stifle a sigh of displeasure that not only was she keeping the doll, but she’d be putting the damn thing in her bedroom.

The truck cabin soon fell silent, broken only by the sound of the second boy crunching away on his chips, but eventually even that stopped as he fell asleep, his head pressed against the window, arms folded under his chest and snoring slightly.

The driver zoned out everything but the long road ahead of him, and the young woman leaned her head back against her seat, securing her arm about the doll a little tighter, closed her eyes, and allowed herself to drift off to sleep.

And in the quiet of the truck's cabin, that doll finally allowed himself to smile. He smiled the handsomest and most genuine smile he’d done in ages. And no one noticed a thing as he ever so slightly, ever so carefully and ever so delicately shifted his finely jointed hands in his lap so that his cold, smooth fingers could brush the warm, gentle ones of the young woman who’d oh so nicely rescued him from the dirt on the side of the road.

#sometimes she writes #my writing #first writing thing I've ever posted teehee #pls be nice to me I'm so scared #I'm so nervous :(#I'm shaking n whimpering like an immorally bred miniature dog #quivering over here

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oldguy56-world · 3 months

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The Gathering

Today is a holiday both here and south of the border. Up here it is Family Day, a time of getting together with loved ones. Down there it is President's Day, a time for, well I am not quite sure. It got me thinking about whether or not we should have a Prime Minister's Day. Afterall we have Mackenzie King who talked to ghosts. Then we had Trudeau (the older one) who told reporters to F%#k Off. And let's not forget Chretien who tried to strangle a guy for coming into his house uninvited. There must be something to celebrate from one of these iconic Canadian moments.

But let's get back to the holidays. Maybe in the spirit of bringing the country together the American's can start a new tradition. How about on President's Day they bring all the living Presidents and ex-presidents together for a meal. It is only fair if they hold it in a neutral site like a restaurant. I am going to take some liberties here and predict how the dinner conversation would go.

Attendees: Jimmy Carter, Bill Clinton, George W Bush, Barack Obama, Donald Trump and Joe Biden. Let's have a go at this.

Clinton: George, you don't look happy. 'Sup bro?

Bush: I thought the table would have crayons on it.

Carter: (wistfully) you know I only served one term. Maybe I should run again.

Biden: Jimmy you are a bit old for that.

Trump: Hah. Pot calling the kettle black

Obama: Aren't you the pot calling the pot calling the kettle black?

Trump: Don't make this a racist issue.

Bush: Do you think the meals come with pudding? I like pudding.

Trump: Why is Joe here? I am the President. He never won.

Clinton: Now boys. Chill out.

Obama: Are you stoned Bill?

Clinton: Well I was just in from Colorado. It's legal there.

Bush: (giggles)

Obama: Can someone wake up Jimmy before he drowns in his soup?

Biden: If we had waited until 4:00 we would have had it on sale.

Obama: We need to clean up our act. Soon there will be a woman with us.

Clinton: That would be nice.

Obama: Calm down Bill.

Carter: What did I miss?

Trump: Why do you smoke dope Bill?

Clinton: Hillary.

There are nods all around.

Biden: Finally something we all agree on.

Carter: What are we talking about?

Biden: Well, I, What was that Donald?

Trump: Person, Woman, Man, Camera TV

Obama: What are you babbling about Don?

Trump: I said car, boat, man, tv and food. See I have full control of my faculties.

Carter: Dear God help us all.

Bush: Are we or aren't we getting pudding?

I am pretty sure it would go something like that.

THOUGHT OF THE WEEK: The longer people take to get together the further apart they become.

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Flashback 5 Years

I was thirteen and it was the night of the Cypress’s annual Summer Soiree. I had gone before, of course. I had gone every year. I had even danced at them--I usually danced at them since, while Lizzy had taken up golf instruction at the club from a young age, I had taken up ballroom dance. I could have just as easily taken up tennis, but with swimming and surfing, I felt I already had enough sport activities and wanted something different. Besides, dance was something my cousin Lee and I could connect over. Dancing and singing.

The difference was that this year my parents were treating us kids more as adults now that we had both hit our teens--Elizabeth by being allowed to stay home alone for the first time, and me being allowed to bring a date. I kinda wondered why she had chosen staying at home rather than taking a date herself. But I guess she just was in that phase where she wanted nothing to do with any of her family. It hurt a little bit. Because while she was often bossy and a bit of a pain, she also was the first one to come to my aid when I fell and skinned my knee or got some other injury from being the active kid that I was. She was, afterall, usually already there on the scene. She was almost like a mini-mom at times, mimicking our own mothers. But when she hit her teens, that changed. She was always out with friends or, if not, was on the phone with them rather than playing with me. And I missed her. I missed our closeness. I guess that’s how Cove and I had gone from friends and playmates to best friends so close that we were almost brothers.

So, when I was told I could bring someone with me to the Soiree, I naturally thought of Cove--not as a date. I didn’t think of him that way. But that was the problem. I didn’t think of anyone that way. I had never had a secret crush, never felt that…something that other kids had talked about, the thing that every movie seemed to have as its central theme.

I had gone down to the beach to find Cove, intending to ask him as a friend. But when I just mentioned that I was going to a fancy event at our country club, the crinkle of his nose in disgust and the look of pity on his face told me all I needed. I should have figured. ‘Fancy’ had never been Cove’s thing. And when I thought about it later, the guy probably would have gone to support me if I had asked, but he would have been miserable. Nah. It was better for me to go alone.

So that's how I ended up there at the edge of the dancefloor. I scanned the edges of the crowd for a partner. It wasn’t like I had ever been shy. So I never really lacked a partner if I wanted one. Often I found a girl either from school or from dance classes here at the club. Always a girl though. Not because I found myself particularly attracted to girls. I didn’t find myself attracted to anybody (well, except perhaps having noticed that both Cliff and Kyra had rather nice…um…chests--not that I would ever have admitted that to Cove). But because I had never quite felt up to facing the possible scrutiny if I chose a partner that was a boy. That’s why I was surprised when the tap on my shoulder turned out to be a boy. A boy with deep brown eyes. He was around my height, but his expression and the way he carried himself marked him as being older, more mature than me.

“Are you planning on dancing?” he asked. His voice was deep for our age and pleasing. Smooth. Soothing. And yet hearing the low purring quality of it made me feel anything but relaxed. Instead, I found this…exciting somehow…

I guess it was that unexplainable excitement that led me to crack a joke, my go-to move when feeling a little out of sorts. “Actually, I was planning a bank robbery. Looks like I got the address mixed up. Dancing might be an okay second choice.” What was I saying? What if the boy didn’t like the joke and decided to take back the offer? My chest clenched slightly at the prospect.

But the boy smiled instead and nodded. “We should dance then. It’s perfect timing, a new song is just about to start.”

My heart pounded in my chest. This boy stood there so calmly, so easily, asking another boy to dance in front of all these people. Not caring what they thought or if they might judge him for it. He was so…brave! I felt a surge of admiration for this older boy, my smile growing visibly brighter, my violet eyes shining at him. Those soft brown eyes met mine and, with an elegant roll of his wrist, he held his hand out to me. I took it without question, unable to look away from his confident gaze.

I have a tendency of getting a bit hyper when I feel particularly happy or excited. I had even been tested for ADHD at one point due to this tendency, though with my ability to focus and good grades I didn’t qualify for a diagnosis. But in this moment it took a great deal of focus for me to keep my excess energy under control. Because I wasn’t merely happy, I was ecstatic! Meanwhile, my partner wore a casual smile. He probably did this all the time. And yet I hadn’t seen him dancing with anyone earlier. I had never seen him at any previous functions at the club either. So I couldn’t help but feel a little pleased by having been singled out by him.

Together, we walked the few paces to the dance floor, hand-in-hand. I had the strangest sensation running from the warm hand in mine--as if electricity zinged up and down my whole arm…charging my entire body with electrical energy. I looked down at our combined hands in confusion. This was new. I had held a lot of peoples’ hands--family, Cove, friends. It had never felt like this. And though I felt a little nervous from these strange sensations, the boy was steady and sure next to me, lending me stability. I let out a breath of relief when he struck a stance, the proper form for leading a foxtrot. Good. That answered the question of who would lead, taking the burden of that awkward question off of my shoulders. I was proficient at following as well as leading, and honestly it was probably for the best that I wouldn’t be responsible for the lead with all these strange and unfamiliar sensations running through my body and mind. His free hand went around my waist and he confidently guided my body into position. He obviously wasn’t one of those kids whose parents had enrolled in last-minute classes before a big event such as this. From his form and confidence, he had taken lessons for some time--like I had myself.

The first notes of the new song pulled me from my thoughts and my partner began to lead me. Now it wasn’t only the hand in his that tingled, but the zinging energy also radiated from where he touched my waist and along the small of my back as well. I had to stifle a small gasp of surprise as the feeling spread further along my body where I definitely had never felt with another person before, and I could feel my cheeks prickle with heat. As we started moving to the music, the familiar rhythm of dancing helped to overcome the less familiar sensations. Muscle memory took over my movements under his guidance. His eyes lit up as he ascertained my skill and ability to match him. They were…so pretty…deep brown but as the lights caught them, I could see that the brown was closer to a deep dark honey, giving off amber highlights in certain lights. Wow. I was a bit disappointed when the boy’s eyes closed in simple enjoyment of the dance, cutting them off from view. But then I could really look at him. HIs skin was so pale, so delicate--only enhanced by the ebony of his hair. Just as delicate were his features. His nose was almost elfin with a small swoop at the tip, so different from the blunted curving under tip of my own nose. And his lips…they were just as delicate…and looked so soft…so…touchable. I bit at my lower lip and tore my gaze away, grateful for my hands being otherwise occupied so I couldn’t succumb to the unfamiliar impulse. I heard a low chuckle. Great. Did he catch me staring at him? I hoped he didn’t think I was some sort of weirdo. I braved a peek at him under my lashes to see the same lop-sided smile as before, only softer, those brown eyes warm and inviting.

I couldn’t help but wonder why, of all the teens here, he had picked me. Could he tell somehow that I had experience in dance? Or was it simply that I had very obviously been looking for a partner? Or was it completely random on his part? There was no way to really know, and I wasn’t about to ask.

Instead of dwelling upon the question, I simply chose to enjoy the dance. The style of dance meant that our bodies were close. My usual dance partners were people I knew. But he was a stranger--a stranger who was…exciting… Brave and confident, yet with a delicate beauty, topped by being an excellent dancer. I had never in my life met someone like him--met someone that made my mind so…aware, my heart race, my body tingle everywhere, and…that made me…interested in ways that were completely foreign to me up to this point in my life. I had never experienced a moment so…perfect and I wished the song would never end. It was odd. I didn’t even know his name, but I felt like he had changed something in me forever…

All too soon, the song came to an end. “Oh…” I let out with unveiled disappointment. I looked to his beautiful face with a hopeful raise of my brows, a silent request for another dance. But his hands released mine and he politely took a step back. As he did so, I noticed a cute little birthmark on the right side of his neck.

“Thank you for dancing with me,” he said, his smile so bright it made his lovely face seem to light from within. I was about to open my mouth to reply when he continued. “You have nice legs.”

That was not something I expected. I blinked at him in confusion, then looked down at the items in question. But…I was wearing pants. How did he know? When I looked up again, he had drifted away.

“Wait!” I called out, hoping to at least get his name. But the music had started again and the boy didn’t look back. Then he disappeared into the crowded dance floor. Wait! I tried to navigate around the crowd myself. I was tall for my age, but still couldn’t see over the taller adults. There was no sight of him. And despite my gaze searching for him the rest of the evening, I didn’t see a glimpse of him. Nor did I at the next function. Or the one that followed that. Or the one after that.

I never saw him again at all.

Until this moment--

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To be continued: Present Time

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Bruuh when I saw that you read/re-read Chronicles of Vladimir Tod, I was like 'yaaaas'. I started re-reading it again (literally bought all 5 books), and I am literally dying for a ticklish!Vlad and tickler!Otis fic!

It has been 89 years...but finally, on this day...I have done it! I have written this fic! :D @nutzgunray-lvt I believe this was you? If not well- here you are anyway! :D I haven't read Vladmir Tod in so long, so this was a blast to write. I hope you like it!

“Vladimir.”

“What-hey!” The mentioned boy yelped when Otis’ hand came around him, snagging a cookie off his plate. “What the hell, that was mine!”

“Uncle Tax.” Otis grinned around a mouthful of chocolate goodness, shooting a wink as his nephew pouted.

This was a running gag for them- the notorious “Uncle Tax.” Well- it wasn’t THAT notorious. All of Otis’ antics were fairly minor, ranging from stealing a sip of Vlad’s drink (“It’s O-negative!”O) or borrowing one of his many t-shirts (“Were the same size, Vladimir, and besides- how often do you see a vampire walking around with a ‘I went to Slayer School’ T-shirt?”). Really- Vlad didn’t mind them all that much.

But when it came to Aunt Nelly’s famous cookies though…

That’s where the line is drawn.

Watching his uncle with the grand stink eye of all the Tod bloodline, Vlad turned back to his plate and carried on his way, one cookie unburdened. He’d get his revenge in time. For now- let it seem he’s just being a bratty teenager over sweets.

It was as Uncle Otis taught him; diversion is the best sneak attack.

~~~3 weeks later~~~

“Oo, are those what I think they are?” Otis’ breathed in the warm smell of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies, all but floating into the kitchen. Nelly had already gone to work, it seemed, a note on the counter letting the boys know she’s doing a double shift and how to heat up the dinner she left.

Also, on the back of the note- a clear instruction: “No cookies before dinner, Vladimir.”

“Good thing I’m not Vladimir, then.” Otis snickered in delight, carefully picking at the plastic wrap around the plate of sugary treats. He was pretty sure his mentioned nephew was over at Henry’s tonight, meaning he’d have the house- and these delectable treats- all to himself. For a brief moment, he considered leaving a few for Vladmir to find in the morning.

And then he thought about the sass the younger vampire had been giving him the past couple of days and decided against it. Can’t award bad behavior afterall. Giddy in mischief, he brought the cookie to his lips, taking a bite.

And immediately spit it out into the sink.

“Pfft- Oh god! Oh my word!” Otis grabbed the sink hose, rinsing his mouth out in a desperate attempt to rid the salty catacomb he bit into. What happened? Nelly’s baked treats were never this salty! It was as if she went mad and forgot sugar exists! How could-

“Well well, look what we have here.” Otis froze, eyes widening at the sound. Turning slowly, he found Vlad leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and brow raised. Something smug was in his eyes despite his expression being flat. “Uncle Otis- to spit out Aunt Nelly’s hard work like that- and into the sink. How shameful.”

“V-Vladmir! I thought- it’s not- why aren’t you-” The blonde sputtered, looking at the front door and back to the young man watching him.

“Henry’s out visiting his cousin this weekend.” Vlad jerked his chin towards the plate. “And I lied. Aunt Nelly didn’t make those cookies. I did.”

“What?” Otis reeled back in shock, betrayal cutting into him like a stake.

“Yep. I used her recipe, but I accidentally mixed up the sugar and salt.” There was nothing accidental in that tone. “Maybe I dropped an additional cup in there too for good measure- I’ve never been much of a baker.”

“You poisoned me!” Otis declared in horror, backing away into the stove. “Why, Vladimir?”

“It’s like you’ve taught us in class, Uncle Otis. If you unfairly tax the people of a country, they’re gonna fight back.” Vlad let his lips quirk up in a small victorious smirk. “Your Uncle Tax has reached a high point it shouldn’t have crossed.”

“Oh…so this is how I die…” Otis sank to the floor, a hand grasping his chest. “Betrayed by my own blood, at the mercy of my greed.” He closed his eyes, letting his head fall forward. “Eu tu, Brute?”

“Liberty, freedom. Tyranny is dead.” Vlad replied, fighting down a grin as he watched his uncle fake-twitch in death. “You weren’t even gonna share, either. I could hear your thoughts without even having to read your mind!”

“So it seems…I’ve been bested.” Otis peeked up at him through blonde locks, a smirk of his own starting to form on his lips. “But alas, I am no mere mortal Vladmir. For I…am a god!” He was across the room in seconds-

The space Vlad once held was empty. Looking up, Otis turned to the living room, finding the younger boy on the defense.

“What kind of death scene was that?” He cried, yelping when Otis sped towards him again, just evading an outstretched hand. “What are you, a zombie?”

“No, but I am a vampire! A vampire who feeds off the betrayal of his own!” Otis darted again and again, each time just missing Vlad but getting closer. “And you’ve proven to be quite the feast I’m looking for, Vladimir!”

“You’re so freaking- AH!” Vlad yelped when the back of his hoodie was snatched, stopping him from bolting around the couch a third time. There was a tussle, limbs flailing and the world spinning. Finally, Vlad found himself pinned to the couch, eyes wide as Otis loomed over with long, wiggling fingers. “U-Uncle Otis! You don’t need to dohohoho this!” He giggled out, trying to squirm away.

“What’s so funny? I never thought you’d be the type to laugh in the face of death, Vladimir.” Otis smirked, all teeth before he attacked, hands flying over his Nephew’s torso. Vlad arched before letting out an honest to god scream, the sound dissolving into relentless laughter as he flailed and kicked beneath his uncle’s cruel clutches.

“GEhahahahahahhahahha! Whahahhahit! Whahahhaait Uncle Ohoohohohotis I’m shahahhhahahrry!” He cried out, cheeks already flushing a pretty shade of pink as he laughed. “Coohohoohohme on, quuhuhuhuhuhuit ihihihiihihihiht!”

“What? You’re sorry? After all that planning? My you give up too easily, Vladimir!” Otis chuckled alongside him, his fingers finding that awful spot along his lower ribs just to hear those adorable bird chirps. “Then again, this could just be your way of sneaking away for your next line of attack!”

“Maahahahhahybe it is, mahahahhaybe it ihihihihihisn’t!” Vlad wheezed around a snort, his hands shooting down when Otis prodded at his belly. “Nahhahahaha doohohoohohon’t!”

“Ah, so a non-answer eh? I know how to handle these!” Otis shot his hands up and under Vlad’s hoodie, further driving his nephew into hysterics as his fingers danced across his belly. “Now, are you ready to give up, Vladimir?”

“GHEHAHHAHAHAHAHA! OHOOHOHOHOHOHTIS PLEHEHEHEHAHAHHASE!” Vlad squealed, his laugh going near silent from just how ticklish everything was.

“I’m waiting, Vladimir.”

“FIHIHIHIIHNE FIHIIHIHIHINE YOU WIHIHIHIIHN! I GIHIHIHIIHVE UP!” Vlad cried out, gasping for air when Otis retracted his hands, ending his tickling. The smaller vampire curled into himself, rolling onto his side and falling off the cushions. “Gahhaha…ahahaha…mehehehean!”

“So is tampering with goldy relics.” Otis reminded, making his nephew giggle. “Did you really do that because of the Uncle Tax thing?”

“Hehe…heh…y-yeah?” Vlad rolled onto his back, pushing his bangs back with a tired hand. “And I’d do it again too.”

“Pfft- a true rebel in the making.” Otis laughed, poking Vlad in the belly before standing up, offering a hand. “Really though, I am sorry if I pushed it too far, Vladimir.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m sorry for eh…poisoning you.” Vlad snorted sheepishly, smoothing out his clothes. “Though it was kinda funny watching you rinse your mouth out with the sink hose.”

“It’s quite- hey!” Otis mock glared as Vlad cackled, shaking his head. “Fine fine, all is forgiven. Now, come help me put in dinner. We’ll make a proper batch of cookies after all our hard work.”

“Sounds good! I’ll add the sugar!” Vlad grinned, doubling over in mirth when Otis gave him a stink eye. “I’m kidding!”

The second batch turned out much sweeter.

Thanks for reading!

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