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tender-rosiey · 9 months

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pretty babies – gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: idk about yall but I love me some drunk gojo

satoru never drinks, but when he does, ohoho, you’re in for quite the ride.

today was one of the days when he was less of a chaotic handful but more of an emotional mess who apparently can’t even remember his own wife. you sip on your drink, ignoring the drunk satoru leaning on the bar.

he slurs his words as he tries to flirt, “you’re sooo pretty, y’know that?”

you nod with a hum and give him no further reaction. in situations like these, you figured out that letting him go all out until he is tired and sleepy is the best solution. it really is like treating a baby.

thankfully, after many years of being in the presence of one gojo satoru, you’ve built up some patience.

he rests his head on the counter and he looks up at you, eyes wide and in awe, “I bet,” he hiccups and it is followed by a silly little giggle, “we’d make superrrr cute babies! like all round and chubby and we’d much on their cheeks like…mochi! yes! mochi…now I am hungry.”

a smirk makes an appearance on your face as you glance at satoru who is blabbering about building a family with you and spoiling you rotten.

a little teasing won’t harm anyone. so you quip, “you know,” and his attention is already on you, “you already gave me three super cute babies.”

his mouth is wide open in disbelief as he sits up, “no way!”

“yup! and they’re waiting at home for us.”

his eyes crinkle because of his wide grin, “really?!” he pulls you into a bone-crushing hug, “you got photos?! please tell me that you do!” and he switches to a pout so quickly, it gives you whiplash.

however, you gladly pull out your phone and show him the multitude of photos you have.

ones ranging from him being in a crib to help the youngest one sleep to ones with two of the three kids ganging up on him and him desperately calling for your help. satoru goes through every single photo, head on your shoulder and cheek squished.

he is silent throughout it all and when he is done, he looks up at you, “so that means that you’re my wife?”

you nod and your fingers, naturally, find their place on his head. he feels a little shiver of satisfaction before he smiles, one lovesick and silly smile, “I really hit the jackpot.”

you laugh, pressing a kiss to the top of his head, “I guess you did.”

so you take him back home where the kids are already asleep. satoru crashes on the bed right away, steady breaths filling the room. slowly, you take your place beside him and you feel his arms wrap around you.

he pulls you closer and buries his face in your hair. and you close your eyes, letting yourself be lulled to the land of dreams.

when you do wake up, you’re greeted by satoru literally on top of you and deep in sleep. you would like to let him sleep more especially since he looks so comfortable, but you’re going to suffocate at this rate. so you pat his back lightly, “satoru, honey, wake up.”

he groans and buries his face in the crook of your neck, grumbling something along the lines of ‘five more minutes’.

not budging? then fine, you decide. you take as deep of a breath as you can then call for your kids, “who will help mama?!”

it’s quiet and you can feel satoru smirking against your skin. it looks like he won, but then a bunch of footsteps are heard and it’s your turn to smirk.

your husband lifts his head to glare at you—of course, not without sporting one of his famous pouts.

the door is then slammed open and your eldest son is there, “WHO DARES HURT OUR MAMA?!”

he gasps, very dramatically like a certain someone, and points at his dad, “PAPA?! you’re suffocating mama!”

“again?!” your daughter pops up from behind her brother, staring at her dad in disbelief.

they both stand beside your bed glaring at him and he glares back, the three of them forgetting why you called for your kids in the first place. so you do them a favor and remind them, “satoru…I AM GOING TO DIE LIKE THIS!”

satoru is pulled back by his shirt and your kids take turns in—trying—to beat him up. you get up, greedily breathing air till you’re satisfied. you ignore the screams of your husband until you’re done with your morning routine.

luckily enough, when you got out of the bathroom, you found no one except your husband.

laying on the ground.

presumably dead.

with a bunch of drawings on his face and his hair contained with multiple hair bands.

you snap a picture of him very quickly then you sit on the ground next to his corpse. you poke his butt and he groans, making you giggle, “what happened to the strongest sorcerer?”

he turns towards you with a small frown, “his pretty wife didn’t kiss him good morning so he had no energy to fight,” his head snaps towards the two tiny figures giggling behind the door, “these monsters.”

they squeal and run away once again before he catches them.

you gently take the hair bands off, “you’re lucky that our youngest devil is still asleep,” you then smooth down his hair and pat his head, “I love the smiley faces on your cheeks.”

he whines and rests his head on your shoulder, “stop bullying me!”

you hum and stroke his hair, “you know, you did something pretty cute yesterday.”

“I am always cute; what’re you talking about?”

“you flirted with me, your wife, and said we would make ‘super cute!’ babies,” you reveal and satoru seems unbothered. in fact, he seems proud and very happy with himself so you continue, “so I had to remind you of our three little devils and then I showed you pictures.”

he stands up, posing all confidently, “what can I say? I excel at everything even being cute—“

“then you cried like a little baby when I showed you my picture post labor and kept apologizing.”

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clockwayswrites · 15 days

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Danny is a minx and I am not responsible for him.

Okay, so, you all voted and I, um, failed? We didn't get to cuddling. There should be cuddling coming? Idk, darlings, this was my third start on this and Danny took over. I've got no say in this anymore. Canon-typical violence, crude language, cross dressing, discussions of prostitution

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“You think you can fucking play us like that?!”

The shout carried easily through the crisp fall air. Red Hood sighed and changed direction away from his safe house and towards the noise.

“—fuck you up for that! Give us our fucking money back!”

“Fuck you,” snapped back a voice that Jason had come to recognize over the last several months. Right then the words dripped in fake, but damn convincing, heavy Crime Alley drawl, but Jason knew it all the same. “If yous don’t got it, don’t bet it. If yous don’t got game, don’t play it.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t think a little girl like you gets to say how this goes,” a third voice growled.

Hood clung to the edge of the roof just long enough to drop silently into the alleyway next to the dive bar. From the quick glance sent his way he was only noticed by the damn minx, so he leaned casually back against the grimy brick wall and unholstered his gun.

“Right? Yeah! Yeah, bitch! You don’t get to say how this goes!” the first voice shouted again. The guy’s shoulders were squared up as if he was some sort of threat in his overpriced, knock off bomber jacket and ill fitting jeans.

It almost made Jason want to sigh.

Actually, fuck it, Jason gave in and sighed loudly, knowing how it sounded through the modulation of his helmet. Bomber Jacket and his buddy, I Swear This is Real Italian Leather, spun around and then cowered so quick Jason swore they gave themselves whiplash.

“So,” Jason said with every ounce of disinterest he could put in his tone, “how does this go? Because right now, I’m thinking that it’s you two who are gonna be going before I put bullets between your eyes.”

“Right, um, yes Red Hood,” Bomber Jacket cowered and grabbed desperately at his friend’s pleather jacket to pull them out of there.

“And gentleman,” Jason said, making them freeze in their steps, “next time you lose your money to a pretty lady, you leave her the fuck alone about it.”

They nodded frantically as they backed the rest of the way out of alley and then took of running.

“I think you made one of ‘em piss himself,” the minx said, looking from the alley way to Jason with those striking aqua eyes.

Jason just shrugged and holstered his gun. “Probably.”

The short, tight skirt clung to the minx’s legs, pulling up enough with the sashaying steps that Jason had to wonder how everything stayed hidden. He kept still as fingers tipped in bright pink nails walked their way up his chest to the red bat. Aqua peered up from below thick, dark lashes. “And did I hear right? You think I’m a pretty lady?”

“Hair is nice like this,” Jason said brushing a gloved finger through the black strands that just brushed the edges of the chin. “But surprised your cock isn’t hanging out of that skirt with how short it is.”

Danny let out a started laugh, resting his forehead against Jason’s chest for a moment before he patted it and backed up to a more respectable distance.

“Duct tape and body shapers works miracles.” The fake Gotham accent was gone and replaced with the faint Midwestern drawl that Danny only seemed to let out around Red Hood. “And don’t make that face, the duct tape is outside of the panties.”

“You can’t see my face,” Jason pointed out, a bit grumpily because he had been grimacing at the thought.

“I was still right though,” Danny said with a smug little smiling pulling on his cherry red lips. It was a good color on him. He leaned back against the wall and spread his legs in a way that Jason couldn’t help but follow with this gaze. “Everything is fine down there, Boss, just a little squished. Offer’s still on the table if you want to check out the good. No charge for my darlin’ knight.”

Jason snorted at the continued offer from Danny; it was practically as good as ‘bye’ between them at this point since Danny seemed to offer it every time. “I’m not going to be one of your Johns, Danny.”

“Told you no charge. Could just be two people who like sex,” he offered with a little shrug, but pushed himself off the wall to leave. No, Danny pushed himself up off the wall with a wince.

Jason was at his side in an instant. “One of those fuckers get you?”

“No, so no hunting them down,” Danny said. His voice was confident, but the way he actually leaned on Jason’s offered arm was worrying. “Just a bad John— ex John. That’s why I’m sharking pool instead of working the corner.”

As if Danny had to work an actual corner anymore. He appealed to a very specific type of client that could pay to have something pretty and convincing on their arm and still get what they wanted between the legs and in the sheets.

“You taking anything for it?” Jason asked.

Danny just shrugged. “Nah, Boss, nothing over the counter works on me really.”

“Clinic?”

Danny snorted. “As if. They can test for STDs and that’s about as much as I want a clinic near me.”

Jason resisted the urge to cuss at Danny. He got it. After all, he only trusted Leslie or Alfred really— or a family member in a pinch.

Maybe he could just bluster Danny into getting some help. “Right, come on.”

“What?” Danny asked, digging his heels (and fuck those were some heels) into the ground.

Not willing to put with that right then, Jason just swung his arm under Danny’s legs and scooped him up like he was nothing. Fuck the Johns really had to be able to throw Danny around if they wanted that sort of thing.

“Boss, Hood, what the fuck?!” Danny hissed.

“Safe fucking house is what the fuck so I can check you over.”

“Boss, if you wanted in the skirt—”

“Danny, shut the fuck up and let me make sure you’re alright, alright?” Jason asked, looking down at him.

Danny stared back with a frown. Then his sighed, like it was the biggest concession in the world to make. Finally he rested his head against Jason’s chest. “Fine, Boss, whatever you say.”

“Thank you,” Jason said, more gently than he meant to.

Jason had to suck in several careful breaths as he took in the wound splashed across Danny’s ribs. “No fucking John did that to you and if they did—” if they took some sort of hot poker to Danny’s side— “I’ll kill them if they did.”

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hawkins-losers · 2 years

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It's canon that Steve LOVES boobies, so can I have some titty fucking? I bet he'd be into that ;)

Summary: Steve wants to try something new. Unsurprisingly, it involves two of his favorite things: you and boobies

Warning: smut, breast action(?),

‘’Come again?’’

‘’I want to fuck your boobs.’’

You furrowed your eyebrows, not quite understanding what he was asking. ‘’As in…’’

‘’Having sex with your boobs.’’ Steve rubbed the back of his neck in search of a way to explain it best without sounding dumb. ‘’You eh...push them - your tits - together and I slide my cock between them. Like thigh fucking, but with boobs instead of sliding between your thighs.’’

The concept was fairly simple and you didn't find the appeal, but if Steve wanted to try it, you will happily let him fuck your tits. He loved them so much, the idea was honestly not that surprising.

‘’Oh. Okay.’’ You giggled, shifting on the couch. ‘’You want to do that now, or?’’

‘’You want to?’’

You shrugged, a nonchalant smile on your lips. ‘’Why not. Cable tv was boring on Thursday nights anyway.’’

Steve stood up so fast he must have gotten whiplash, taking your hand and dragging you upstairs to his room. Although he liked to christen every surface and corners of his house, he’d rather make a mess on his own sheets than having to explain to his parents why their couch needs to be dry-cleaned.

He began undressing before you could make it to the bed and you couldn't help but laugh at his eagerness. You copied his actions and pulled your shirt off, pausing when reaching back to undo your bra.

‘’Should I keep my bra on? They're not gonna be as close apart if I take it off.’’

‘’Off.’’ There was no hesitation in his voice. ‘’Please. Off.’’

You unhooked the back and freed your breasts and let your bra fall on the carpeted floor, the chill of the room awakening your nipples. They weren't that apart nor saggy, but all natural breasts have a small gap in the middle. That’s just the way they are.

‘’Where do you want me?’’ you asked.

Steve’s head snapped in your direction, trying to untangle himself from the pool of clothes at his feet. ‘’Fuck, you’re so beautiful.’’ He twitched at the sight of your tits, mouth watering and dying to latch on them.

He instructed you to lay down on the bed, then clambered on top of you to sit on your stomach, keeping his weight on his knees on either side. Excitement sparkling in his eyes as he looked down at you. He couldn’t believe this was really happening.

Steve couldn’t help himself, taking your breasts in his hands and kneading them, making his cock twitch on your stomach. He loved how soft they feel and how his fingers sink into your breasts. He also loved how they casually jiggled every time you’d laugh.

You both hummed in pleasure – he was so good with his hands.

‘’So beautiful,’’ he said to himself as he contemplated. Then, Steve surprised you by swirling the tip of his tongue around and over the peak of your nipple, and taking it between his lips to kiss longingly.

You closed your eyes and moaned.

‘’Mmh, tastes so good too.’’ He switched nipples and a small giggle left your lips.

If you feel low, get yourself a Steve Harrington. He’ll shower you with compliments and worship your body every chance he gets, making you his personal false god.

‘’Steve,’’ you purred, arching your back against his lips.

He blew on your nipple, making you shiver. ‘’We’ll get back to this later.’’ He craned his neck to kiss your lips.

Your hand found its way up his back while your other gave his cock a few strokes with fumble fingers, making Steve sigh in pleasure. When his tip began leaking, he pulled back and grabbed the lube, sleeking himself up.

The first time his cock brushed between your tits, Steve let out a deep groan. This was just fantastic.

You pushed your breasts together as he rocked his cock between them, sliding easily and getting off with the friction. ‘’Feels good, baby?’’

Steve hummed, barely able to speak. There was just enough friction from your tits against his sensitive, pink head that made his body tremble with pleasure.

‘’So good- ugh.’’ He was watching with blown eyes. ‘’I’ve been thinking about this for so long,’’ He greedily grabbed your tits, pushing them together and teasing your perky nipples. ‘’This is such a pretty sight.’’

You smiled beneath him and Steve felt his heart leap straight into his throat. The moans that came out of his lips were unholy. You had never thought something so...simple could make him moan so loud.

An idea popped in your head and you tipped your neck down to lick his tip as it came up, making Steve throw his head back, hips stuttering forward in surprise and pleasure.

‘’Holy shit-’’ A deep groan followed, more pre-cum leaking. Your tongue darted out slowly to lick it away, savoring the taste of him in your tongue. ‘’You’re gonna fucking kill me, you naughty little minx.’’

A grin crossed your lips. Steve was in absolute heaven right now, the feeling of your soft tits rubbing his cock as you gave occasional licks to his tip sent his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

Unfortunately for you, two could play this game.

A tumble of moans came out of your mouth when Steve rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and forefinger in just the way you like, smirking devilishly above you.

A couple of trusts later, you noticed a crease between Steve’s brows, telling you he was close. He could feel the arousal stemming, pooling into his balls. He didn’t still his hips though, erratic with his thrusts.

‘’Cum on my tits, baby,’’ you encouraged, shaking and pushing your breasts together to get him to his climax. ‘’Make a mess on my tits.’’

That did it for him, painting your tits and collarbones with his cum.

When he was finished, you pulled him close down and into a deep and feverish kiss, tangling your fingers in Steve's hair. His cum was getting on his own chest, but he couldn't care less. That's what showers are for, right?

‘’Let me catch my breath, and then I’ll go down on you. Yeah?’’ he said against your lips, bumping his nose with yours.

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metallicaislife · 5 months

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My Nemesis, James Hetfield pt 2

A/N: My first draft had a Bill cameo and then I was like "Nah this isn't the vibe" but it was funny when I was first writing it out hahaha p.s I saved that draft if anyone wants the bloopers 🫣😂

Requested by: Anon

Genre: Fluff mini angst

Word Count: 676

Warnings: slightly tactless James, but it gets resolved real quick 😌

My Nemesis, James Hetfield

Metallica was playing tonight. I was front and center head banging and jamming along. James kept grinning at me, and I of course would grin back. I was absolutely smitten.

Since the party several months back, he was true to his word. Gone was the mean curmudgeon. James is the sweetest, funniest guy I’ve ever met.

After the show was over I made my way backstage. I showed my pass and got back to the dressing room with ease. I knocked on the door then twisted the knob.

“Everyone decent?” I asked through the crack. There was a chorus of affirmatives. I opened the door further and entered the room, closing the door behind me.

I squealed as I was immediately engulfed in a hug, James lifted me spinning me around. I giggled as he set me down. I grinned up at him and he kissed me.

“You did so good tonight.” I said after he pulled away.

“Always do when you’re in the crowd.” He smiled at me.

“Eugh I think I liked it better when he was mean to you.” Dave complained.

“You’re just upset you lost the bet.” Lars said, “I happen to think they’re cute. And my wallet is ten dollars heavier.” He joked.

“We have to finish packing up, after we take it all back to the house do you want to go get some food?” James asked as he caressed my hip with his thumb.

“Yeah that sounds good.” I smiled. He kissed me once more. I helped them pack their equipment and get it back to their place.

As James drove to the diner, the music played softly and he had his hand on my thigh. Just being around him made me so happy.

We got to the diner and he held the door open for me.

“Thank you.” I smiled. He teasingly slapped my butt as I passed. “James!” I giggled and he just smirked in return. We were led to a booth and slid in across from each other. We ordered our usual meals.

“So, I wanted to talk to you, it’s kinda serious.” James said as he played with the rings on my fingers.

“What’s up?” I asked. I couldn’t help the nervous pit forming in my tummy.

“I don’t know if Lars has talked to you at all about this, but Ron’s leaving the band. We’ve found a guy, he’s a perfect fit.” James started.

“Lars hasn’t said anything, I’m glad you already found Ron’s replacement though.” I replied. James continued fiddling with my rings and fingers.

“Well, there’s a catch. He’ll only join if we move up to the San Francisco area.” He said, his blue eyes staring into mine.

“Oh.” Was all I could say. I plastered a fake smile hoping he wouldn’t see through it as I tried to be supportive. I began to withdraw my hand from the table but he grabbed it and gave it a squeeze.

“I know we haven’t been dating long, but I want you to come with me. I know Lars would love that, I mean you already know he loves having you around. And I would love having you around because I love you.” He rushed out. His eyes widened as he realized what he said at the end. We haven’t said that yet. The feelings are definitely there though. The anxious feeling in my stomach stilled at the peace that came from his statement.

“I love you.” I said. His features softened and he smiled at me. “The emotional whiplash you gave me just now makes me want to hit you just a little.” I laughed softly. James chuckled. I paused even though as soon as he asked my mind shouted the answer. “Yes, I’ll go to San Francisco with you.” James' eyes lit up as his smile widened.

“Yeah?” He asked and I nodded.

“I’d follow you anywhere, Hetfield.” I grinned. His cheeks turned rosy.

Our food came, we ate while excitedly talking about what the future holds for us in San Francisco.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

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the-heart-of-a-monster · 29 days

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I’ve been gone for so long but I have so much to say and idk how to say it so please be prepared for an absolute mess of an ask lol

First, I just really wanna give appreciation for Super Emeralds (The comic creator) and their dedication to THOAM. I’ve been on Tumblr for just a little more than a year at this point, and I only joined in the first place because of this comic. I got into it way back in… What was it, 2020?? 2021? And I fell in love immediately with the concept! Sonic feeling insecure about his new Werehog form? Chip being an active member of the team and a great friend?? TEAM DARK??? SONADOW DONE RIGHT?????????? Ohohoho! You can bet I was completely on board! I tried my best to comment on every page, because I just love giving positive feedback for things I enjoy, and took note of how Super Emeralds evolved their style as the years went on. I wasn’t there during the beginning, and I really wish I was, but the time I’ve spent following this fun little comic has made me feel so much appreciation not just for Super Emeralds as a person, but for the entire Sonic art community as a whole! Art is a creative endeavor, a passionate career, and sometimes it’s really hard to just. Draw. Comics are especially hard as I’ve discovered. So just… Good job to Super Emeralds for sticking around all these years and for giving us such an incredibly thought out and beloved series. And thank you.

…

ALRIGHT ENOUGH OF THAT MUSHY GUSHY STUFF AND LET’S TALK ABOUT THE BLUE BOY HIMSELF THAT IS NOW NO LONGER JUST BLUE MUAHAHAHAHASHEHEHEKEFHEOFHFFPWEHFLFHD

I’ve been a bit absent from Tumblr for the last few weeks due to sickness and lack of interest so I am undoubtedly missing a page or two from the equation but OH MY GOSH. POOR SONIC. Bro wakes up from like a 2-day long nap and the first thing he sees is his little brother screaming in his face at 3AM. He’s so confused haha! I noticed he isn’t as insecure or he isn’t really freaking out as much as I assumed he would way back during the exposition pages. This is obviously due to the confusion and whiplash after waking up as his “Normal” self again, but I feel like it’s just him putting on another fascade around his friends. To an extent, at least. He isn’t aware of the new pink markings all over his body and he isn’t aware of just how worried all his friends were. All he knows is that they know about his new form and they for some reason aren’t acting weird about it, so he’s likely just playing along to make sure nobody gets overly concerned. It just seems like something he’d do. Or maybe I’m just grasping at the angst straws, idk.

OMEGA IS FIXED BY THE WAY I DO NOT WISH TO GLOSS OVER THAT FACT. THE BOY IS BACK!! THE ROBO BOYO IS BACK!!! I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE ALL THE CRIMES HE’LL BE ABLE TO COMMIT ONCE TAILS GETS THOSE ROCKET LAUNCHERS WORKING AGAIN HEHEHEEE

Also let’s not gloss over how Omega doesn’t care that Sonic mauled him to death. Let’s not gloss over the fact that Omega clearly cares for the others because of his ignorance to Sonic’s rampage.

Yeah if you couldn’t already tell I’m a sucker for this kinda stuff-

Uhhhhh I don’t really have much else to say, honestly. Maybe I will later, but right now I’m on a time crunch so I gotta keep this all pretty concise. Thank you so so much for reading all the way through, I know this was a really really long one. And again, thanks to Super Emeralds for being able to last this long and not losing motivation for the comic. I know I would’ve given up after just 5 pages! (I actually tried to make a comic of sorts and I literally gave up after 5 pages I am not kidding.)

Aight I gotta go now bye bye!! 👋

ur gonna have a field day in 2-3 weeks depending on when u decide to go on rampage haha

#fan lore #clover-the-awesomest #long post #BTW I APPRECIATE THESE MESSAGES I JUST NEVER KNOW WHAT TO SAY IN FEAR I SPOIL ANYTHING AJHSFAHJS

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teecupangel · 4 months

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Okay, Okay, cyberpunk au: I admit I would laugh – with respect! – if one of the sleeping Assassins was Bayek. Like, damn, the emotional and intellectual whiplash of waking up not in who knows how many years before Christ, but very, very five thousand years later, far away from Egypt, with running water, cures for most if not all diseases that would kill a medjay, let alone a civilian, and the gods know what the fuck is most of that shit around. Like, five stages of grief right there.

Damn, this was more distressed than I thought it would be 😶

Addition from @ma-du:

Also, if there's any nightclub scene in cyberpunk au, I bet Ezio would be serving cunts to the sound of this:

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Additions by teecup

Ezio would definitely enjoy that song and would also use it to annoy the Templars by hacking their sound system (or if they have ‘upgraded’ hearing, directly hacking that) and playing that in full blast.

The Cyberpunk AU this is connected to.

I believe you will be happy to know that, yes, Bayek is one of the sleeping Assassins. To be more exact, the initial list is:

Altaïr

Ezio

Ratonhnhaké:ton

Edward

Arno

Jacob

Evie

Bayek

Amunet

So we’ll also see Amunet’s reaction to both the world they are in and the state of the Brotherhood.

Not to mention, there are rumors that the Assassins are in hiding somewhere in the city as well.

To be more exact, it seems like the Brotherhood gave full authority to this Elijah but he ‘disappeared’ (Altaïr and the others believe he died or, if he is still alive, he was most probably captured by Abstergo.

So they were whispers of terrorists being an eyesore to Abstergo, hiding in the shadows and are supposedly cold-blooded murderers.

There seemed to be some discrepancies though…

Because some say the leader of these terrorists is named Hastings.

Others think it’s Crane.

There are those who believe ‘Crane’ is a codename.

But then some say the leader’s codename is…

‘Loki’.

(Eivor and Kassandra are not part of the list because there is another ‘facility’ that are being used by the Assassin as their headquarters. It’s supposedly a ‘backup’ facility in case the main facility fails or Altaïr and the others fail. The person named ‘Loki’ made a deal with Elijah, to keep the Assassins safe and to push them into going on a suicidal mission to retrieve Desmond’s body if Altaïr and the others fail. Eivor and Kassandra are meant to be the others replacement if they fail)

#is it really basim?#or is a hasting-crane descendant taking the name of the trickster god #to confuse abstergo #i mean…#basim would be a little too old by this point #unless he goes into stasis or something first #then again #basim is a sage of loki #this means…#another sage of loki could be doing this #if that sage turns out to be a hastings-crane descendant?#well… that would be another kind of drama XD #assassin's creed #ask and answer #teecup writes/has a plot #fic idea: assassin's creed #i don't even know if i should anyone #cyberpunk au

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that-one-anime-writer · 1 year

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Different kind of Lover - A g/t short story

“I bet no one has taken you out on a date in years!!!” Your “friends” laughed in your face. It pained you severely to laugh along with them, but you did. For some reason, you did.

“But I-“ you started to speak- but you were cut off. “What? Gonna tell us about that imaginary lover you have- the one we’ve never seen? HAH-“ they laughed again. But little did they know- the person you talked about for hours on end-

They weren’t imaginary. They were real.

“You’ll- you’ll see them- one day. When you’re ready.” You say. Your friends look at you weirdly, and laugh again. “Please- what is he? A monster?!” They laugh. “In some people’s eyes…” you say under your breath, they didn’t hear you though. “Well we’re going to go be with our LOVERS. Bye.” The leader friend says as they walk away.

You didn’t care about them leaving, just gave you more time to go see them.

You made your way into the woods, the part that no one ever goes in. Probably because of the Muriel signs that say “DANGER: MONSTER AHEAD” but you knew those signs weren’t true. They never were.

“Y/N!!” You hear a voice shout. That voice echoes around you- like a surround sound system. The first time you heard this, you were afraid. But now this only gives you joy and excitement.

Suddenly you are lifted into the air, whiplash hitting you like a train. Normally you’d be annoyed, but I’d been a long time since you’d seen them. They were so excited.

You were pushed against a soft and cloth like fabric- the sound of a heartbeat filling your ears.

“I missed you so much baby.” They said, holding you in their hands and bringing you up to their gigantic face.

Though your lover may be 70ft tall, and scare some others, you loved them so much- you could never imagine a day without them.

#g/t #giant/tiny #g/t community #g/t idea #g/t concept #g/t scenario #g/t fluff #size difference #tinies #g/t writing

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applesjuice · 2 months

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I bet that's Kieran's return from Hisui, with his newfound attitude, was quite a whiplash.

(Do you want to know who I am ?)

From : The Question Bombarder

Hahaha you can stay anon if that's what you're more comfortable with!

I feel like Kieran when they get back from Hisui is very similar to how he is in the end game/mochi mayham. He's that sweet, kind kid again, only more confident in himself and his interests. Like, his interactions with Nemona, Arven and Penny were so sweet and they seem like they'd be wonderful friends for him too. Nemona'a views on battling and strength reminded me of Ingo's, so Ingo is like the adult stand in for Nemona in Hisui. Kieran legit needs some sort of adult role model who is actively guiding him, and I think Ingo and Laventon (and Irida and Adaman though they're more young adults) would do him a whole lot of good.

So Kieran gets back, there may be a custody battle in the works because Kieran is legally dead, and Akari is an unknown so a whole new social security number got issued for them and now the Submas family is trying to get legal guardianship when Drayton walks in and is like that is a whole ass dead child come back to life Carmine get on facetime NOW im being serious.

Carmine who is two regions away in a different time zone: sleeps through 70 missed calls

Everyone who knew Kieran before has whiplash because this is *their* Kieran, the sweet Kieran who is now so much more sure of themself, and not the misreable tyrant who they last saw. Only this Kieran half remembers them, occasionally says some out of pocket self depreciating stuff that rings alarm bells, and knows how to work a smart phone...kind of. God won't let them join any group chats, but gave access to filters for the photo app for some reason.

After Carmine meets Kieran again she'd probably say something like "we need to tell the protagonist" and Kieran would just be like who's that? And her heart would break.

And then the protagonist's heart breaks because Kieran is alive, doesnt remember them but is happier seeming? Look how much happier they are not knowing me... (surprise Kieran takes to the protagonist again like a fish to water, and the protagonist in return is kind of protective)

Oh and Carmine consults Arven about Kieran's diet because not eating processed foods for two years their stomach is fricked. So is Ingo's (please...the man just wants to eat a slice of pizza even if it kills him).

Also everyone gets therapy

#ask #not art #legends arceus au #Arceus said THIS IS MINE FAVORITE FILTER and it gives you cat ears and whiskers #there is 1 selfie of god with cat ears and whiskers in the arc phone kieran how #drayon films a tiktok of kieran hand carving a pokeball and cynthia sees it 3 days later embedded in a Johto forum for apricot crafting

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player-1 · 10 months

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Throwing out my two cents here since the Magic Hell Bus teaser gave me whiplash this morning (I mean, at least one person made a full blown Magic School Bus joke and PMoon ran with it!). Anyone wanna bet that the Limbus team are going to encounter an Abberation of Dreaming Current? Can of Wellcheers? Meat Lantern?? While most of them are ocean-based (Meat Lantern already has some Moby Richard vibes and Dreaming Current...ouch) but it'll definitely give Ishmael a hard time even when Dante (or Charon) thought it was a great idea to take some time off and have some fun at the beach. And possible bonus points if Meursault gets some anxiety/annoyance about the summer sun as well (if anyone read The Stranger, you know if you know).

#limbus company #limbus company spoilers (?)#lobotomy corporation #lc dreaming current #lc a can of wellcheer #lc meat lantern #lbc Magic Hell Bus #project moon #pmoon

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ofmonstersandlovers · 1 year

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If it hasn't been done yet could there be some love at first sight hcs for some the bois? Vinnie and knox both strike me as the trope of boy falls for girl while girl falls slowly lol

Lol no you're totally correct on that anon!

Pairings: Knox x reader, Vinnie x reader

How They Fall In Love

Vinnie

Vinnie is a huge dork who tries to act like the toughest vamp around

Leather jackets, cigarettes (they don't affect him since he's like, undead) and tattoos

But deep down?

This vampire falls

Hard

When he first saw you, he wanted to get to know you immediately

Wanted to know everything about you

And as he got to know you, he fell for you hard

Unless you're oblivious, you'd know that Vinnie liked you immediately

Would try to impress you in anyway that he could

He gives you rides on his motorcycle after telling one of his friends he's not worthy to ride his baby

"C'mon, man let's just ride around!"

"Please, you don't appreciate Baby as much as you think!"

Then he just

"Hey Y/N, want me to drive you home?"

Que the friend throwing his hands in the air in exasperation

He evens does something he'd never do for anyone, no matter how much he liked them

He let you borrow his favorite leather jacket. He's down bad

It was covered in band pins and patches, and it was obviously his most favorite one

You expected him to give you one he didn't care for. Not the one he literally wears every day

Will try to flirt

Will try to flirt very hard

He's not good at it

Poor Vinnie

Tries his best though

He'll want to constantly hang out no matter if the weather sucks or if the day itself sucked. He wants to be around you no matter what

"Hey, Y/N! Wanna go to the comic store with me?"

"Yo, there's this new cafe shop. Let's go!"

"This new horror movie came out and I heard it's really freaky! Bet you'd be too scared to watch it!"

Vinnie is smitten immediately and will try to impress you with jokes, flirtation, letting you borrow his things, and wanting to constantly be around you

Knox

Omfg, the stoic second in command beta

Okay okay okay, so he'll also fall instantly

But my God, it's so hard to tell with him, unlike Vinnie

Will give you things that you need to show that he would be the best provider

Need a pencil? Don't worry ,have his. He'll borrow someone else's

Having trouble with a subject? Hell study with you and help in some way

Feeling down? Vent to him, He's here to listen and will be silent support throughout

He's not as pyshcial love language wise

But that doesn't not mean he doesn't enjoy the little touches

When you jokingly bump shoulders together

When your hands brush up against each other

When he ruffles you hair in greeting because he loves the flushed look of indignation on your face when he does so

He's like the rock you need

But even rocks erode at some point

He doesn't know that he's not as obvious with his crush as he thinks

Like, Oliver has to hear him complain that he's doing everything he can to show his interest, and he literally grunted a reply to you

Oliver is tired of him

It isn't until his alpha had to point out that he's treating you like everyone else does he actually decided to confess

It was when the two of you were walking together to lunch, and he just hit you with the following:

"I would like to date you."

The whiplash that gave you I swear

He explained himself after a bit of probing on your end that he's been harboring feelings for a long time now

"I thought I was obvious. . .,"

Knox is more of the quiet show don't tell.

He'll do everything to show himself as a potential mate by providing what he can for you

Even the little things

It's just so hard to tell with him

#monster lover #writers on tumblr #monster fudger #werewolf boyfriend #werewolf lover #werewolf x reader #vampire boyfriend #vampire lover #vampire lover headcanons #werewolf x human #vampire x reader #vampire x human

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villain-sympathizer · 1 year

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Hi! Can you possibly do something for Redestro & skeptic with a shy SO?

Fluff/smut. Go wild. 🥹

HELL YES i can anon 💕💕💕

i'll stick to fluff for now since i have more content ideas for that!

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[Contents: Mentions of social anxiety; Skeptic being a meanie butt at first but he becomes a softie]

»»—— ReDestro + Skeptic with a shy S/O ——««

He's so patient, despite what people would think considering his Quirk. He can never hide his irritation because his stress markings would give him away, regardless if he's still smiling and light hearted.

However, with his S/O, you'll never see his markings grow, even if they're purposefully trying to make him mad. Why? Because he loves them! I absolutely see one of his main love languages being acts of service, so no matter the task, it never bothers him.

If their shyness gets in the way of doing tasks, such as making a phone call or approaching someone for directions, he'll do it without hesitation. Eventually he'll start to do these things automatically, as if it were instinct.

If his S/O ever thinks of themself as a burden for needing so much help on basic social interactions, he'll remind them that he's absolutely more than willing and happy to do these things. Why? Because it's for them. The entire dynamic between them is basically just that quote from Euripedes by Anne Carson:

"Pylades: I'll take care of you. Orestes: It's rotten work. Pylades: Not to me. Not if it's you."

You bet your ass if anyone makes fun of his S/O's shyness, or does that bullshit 'Speak up, quit being shy/quiet', Rikiya is shutting them tf down in the most passive-aggressive business-like style. ESPECIALLY if it's a business partner, because I know damn well Rikiya is the kind of guy to bring his S/O everywhere. Hell, if it was rude enough, he would just drop ties with that person right then and there, all with a sweet little smile on his face.

Is willing to work with them to help improve their shyness! If they want, that is. Coming from my experience with social anxiety, it's insanely fuckin' tough to work through that, but it always helps to have people I'm comfortable with to be there with me incase I mess up. And that's exactly the role Rikiya will happily play if they want.

Absolutely will give quiet claps and praise whenever they accomplish something on their own. He's their personal cheerleader and will never stop being a personal cheerleader.

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Okay, it's obvious that Tomoyasu is totally the type of person to get fed up with people who are shy. The pauses, the stuttering, the rambling, the mumbling - they're all likely his biggest pet peeves.

However, that viewpoint changes the moment he finds himself attached to someone.

When he first met his S/O, he likely acted like how most assholes would with someone who was shy: "What? Speak up and cease your mumbling, you measly worm, I haven't got all day." Or "For the love of Destro, will you just get to the point already? And quit your stuttering, it's embarrassing."

But all that starts to change, slowly but surely, when he comes to like that person. Now it's: "Sorry, what was that? I was distracted." (He was not, but it likely makes them feel less guilty), "Louder please, [Name]." and "I'm not going to bite, [Name]. Now just tell me what it is you need to say."

It was shocking to the rest of the PLF, to say the least, to see Tomo grow kinder to someone. That was the obvious sign that he had some sort of feelings for them, because Tomo never changes, especially not for someone else.

One he and his S/O are together, it's an absolutely drastic change. While his words went from downright mean, to a little rude but considerate, now suddenly morphed to being completely soft and understanding towards them. It gave his subordinates whiplash from how his demeanor would instantly change the moment his S/O was involved.

"If I see even ONE more mistake from any of you brain-dead troglodytes, I'll be sure this weeks paycheck runs you into the fucking GROUND- Oh, hello dear, I'm glad to see you." Followed by a kiss to their head, and absolutely floored looks from his workers.

And like ReDestro, he'll go off on anyone who makes fun of his S/O's shyness, going absolutely feral with rage sometimes.

There was a time where Dabi was poking fun at them, saying how they'd be more enjoyable to be around if they were bolder and less quiet, and clearly making them uncomfortable and upset.

Oh, Tomo had an absolute fit when he walked in to that. He needed to be physically restrained by ReDestro's quirk, yelling and spitting like a rabid cat at the burnt man, who honestly seemed pretty unnerved at the raw power Tomo can channel when he wants to. It wasn't until his S/O stood between them that he even begun to calm down.

After that, no one attempted to make even a lighthearted joke about them, not even when neither of them were in the room. Tomo has cameras and mics everywhere, after all.

#bnha x reader #mha x reader #skeptic x reader #redestro x reader #rikiya yotsubashi x reader #tomoyasu chikazoku x reader #redestro #skeptic #dame writes #long post

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chidoroki · 8 months

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182 Days of TPN - Day 138

Chapter 138: "Demon Search, Part 1"

Vincent once again being a human dictionary while sending endless praise towards Norman. I do like how we see Cislo having some temporary doubts about the extermination plan. Between him and the rest of the Lambda crew, he definitely seems the most easy going and wholesome. He's a good boy. I like him a little bit more now because of this.

Humans outside of the farms are rare enough as it is, so which poor soul was it that perished here?? Unless said human was just leftovers from one of the mass production farms? Regardless, love Ayshe giving the dog some well deserved pets.

This tiny family is so precious. I wish this search lasted longer so we could see them more. Same sentiment for after they found Sonju & Mujika so we can witness Ayshe relax and interact with others she understands more. If the anime actually stayed faithful to the manga, I still doubt it would've given us any spoken demon language between them though.

Ahh bunker dad, may he rest in peace! He probably would've gotten along well with Ayshe, if only because she's quiet and wouldn't bother him as much as the other kids did. Speaking of others, who do ya think is the best sniper between Yuugo, Ayshe & Paula? Now there's a trio I would've died to see. (funnily enough, all three are in my top ten, haa!)

Her sight, hearing, speed and accuracy are all on point. This girl is simply incredible.

Way to stay positive, Don! But he's totally correct. Ain't no way Sonju would ever let any kind of harm to befall on Mujika, especially not from some Lambda kids.

I like how Don says this while only holding a compass and not a map of any sort since we learned in ch99 that both he & Gilda already have all the maps that were available in the shelter memorized. I dunno if the map Norman showed them both a couple chapters ago was any different from those but I wouldn't doubt they could've memorized that one just as efficiently.

The way Hayato is walking so calmly into danger combined with Ayshe sorta allowing it for a moment despite the warning from her dogs and her own senses is absolutely sending me.

Emma's influence is so strong and the disadvantages Don gave about using their guns are completely valid too.

I love how Gilda is all chill with Hayato but turns completely serious towards Don not even a second later so they can discuss their findings. Give the boy a moment to enjoy his snack!

It took me a fairly long time to even notice that Ayshe was actually standing behind Gilda in this first panel. It's subtle with how the speech bubble covers her but it's great. More importantly, this moment between them gave me such whiplash the first time; to finding out that Ayshe does speak and understand their language, to the sheer amount of pressure she's exerting on the duo, forcing them to choose their next move carefully because who knows what she'll do if they answer incorrectly. Such a suspenseful reveal but it works so well! If you're gonna have a quite character, then you bet the first time they speaks has gotta be memorable, not only with what they say but also how and when!

Favorite panel/moment:

It's sweet that Don makes an attempt, but it's beyond hilarious how quickly it falls apart. You get an A for effort, honey.

IT IS SHE!! Just everything about her I love to death. Damn it, she's so amazing. One of my favorite panels of Ayshe for sure.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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plentyoffandoms · 2 years

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All I Want is You (Part 6)

Chris Evans x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Gifs & photos do not belong to me.

Warning: swearing.

Just a short chapter. Trying to get back into writing this story. Had it on hiatus for like 10 months.

Main Masterlist ♡ Chris Evans Masterlist ♡ All I Want is You Masterlist

Chris Evans POV:

After our long flight, and getting through the last leg of our journey, YN and I are on our way to what will be our home away from home while we are here.

YN was excited as she watched the busy streets in the limo I rented. There was so much going on that I was concerned she was about to give herself whiplash as she tried to take everything in.

This isn't my first time to Australia, but it is the first time I am there with some one.

"You planned all of this without letting it slip. I am shocked and amazed that you were able to pull this off Chris." YN teased as she back against her seat.

"Well I did tell Scott. You know I can't keep a secret."

She gave me a kiss and went back to looking out the window.

"Are we going to be seeing Chris and Elsa while we are here?"

"Yes, we will be seeing them in a couple of days." I informed her.

"Good. It has been awhile since we have seen them. It will be nice to see them and their kids."

Hopefully when we see them, we will be celebrating our engagement.

We finally got to our destination and when I saw it, I almost had a small panic attack. This isn't what I paid for.

I quickly pulled my phone out of my pocket and read the address that I was given. I then asked the Limo Driver if this was the correct place, which he replied it was.

I was about to call the travel agency and complain, but I stopped myself once I saw the big smile on YN's face.

"Chris, this place is perfect. It is just the right size for the two of us."

I put my phone away and sighed. As long as she is happy, that is all that matters. I got out of the limo and went to grab our luggage from the driver.

"Please Mr. Evans, let me." He then took the luggage inside the small bungalow. I looked at the outside and I did have to agree with YN, it was perfect for us.

In the distance I can hear the waves crashing. At least we are close to the beach. I walked into the place and was very happy with it.

I found YN already on the bed, testing to see how comfortable it was.

"Comfortable love?" I asked her.

"Yes! Dodger would of loved laying on top of this."

"Well maybe we can bring him with us the next time we come." I said as I laid down next to her.

"I would love that and I bet he would too."

I almost snorted at that. Of course he would. Dodger hates when we leave him, even though he was with people who he knows and loves.

The two of us spent the afternoon unpacking and looking around the place. We even went for a walk down to the beach.

People stopped and wanted photos and autographs, which I did. Many of them wanted a photo with YN and I.

Many of them asked YN how she was doing with her recovery and she answered them honestly. I knew being in the spot light was still hard for her, but she was taking it all in stride.

We went back to the bungalow and showered together to get the smell of the ocean off of us, my mind kept drifting to the velvet box that I have hidden away.

I have no idea when I will be proposing but it will be during this trip. If she says yes, then we will head back home engaged and we can plan the wedding of her dreams.

But as I was getting ready for dinner tonight, I couldn't help but look at her as she too got ready.

I know my big mouth will just probably ask her at the most random time but I want to make it special for her.

So we walked to the nearest restaurant and people stopped and stared at us once they recognised who I was.

We were seated and our drink order was taken. YN and I talked as we waited and then our order was taken after the drinks were dropped off.

"Chris do you ever think of the future?"

"All the time love. Why what is bothering you?"

"Nothing is bothering me. Just like to think about the future. The future of us more than anything."

I was starting to get nervous now. "What do you mean?"

"It is nothing bad love. I like to imagine when we have kids." My heart started to beat like crazy at the thought of having kids with her. "If I would be a good Mom."

I laid my hand atop of hers. "You would make an excellent Mom. I mean you already are to Dodger and he is our baby."

"You want to know what I think about YN?"

"Do tell Chris." She gave me a soft smile.

"I think about you on our wedding day. Looking gorgeous has ever, but you always do. You walking down the aisle towards me with Dodger and Scott at my side. I already know what I would say to you for the vows."

"Chris, I." I interrupted her.

"And as we become husband and wife, I know I will have tears in my eyes because I can not imagine spending my life with anyone but you."

Our waitress came at that moment with our food and the moment was sort of broken, but I could see the wheels turning in YN's head.

She knew something was up and I know I can't wait much longer to propose to her.

The next day I found a person who does Sand Sculptures and I gave them my idea. I paid them extra as it was such short notice but they said it will be done.

So I got YN out of the bungalow for the day. We went sight seeing and shopping. We ran into Chris Hemsworth and he invited us over for dinner that night.

It was no coincidence that we ran into him. I called him while she was in the shower and told him what my plan was and Chris always loves these types of things.

But the time was getting closer to when we would be heading back to the bungalow. My heart was beating like crazy as it came into view.

"I'm just gonna go watch the sunset until we have to leave. It is a nice evening." I said to her.

I knew when we got back YN would head straight to the washroom. She always does.

"I'll join you once I am done love." I was counting on that.

So I ran around back and got into position. YN will open the back door and see me on one knee.

I could see her coming through the glass and it is now or never. One deep breath as the door open and the gasp that left her mouth made me smile as she looked around.

"YN, You are my motivation, my inspiration, and my aspiration. You understand what happiness is and where it is concealed better than anyone else. We both want a colorful and memorable life, and we can make our dreams come true if we work together. That’s when I knew I want, need you for the rest of my life…will you marry me?”

A few moments of silence felt like decades as I waited for YN to speak.

"Yes."

One simple word I never imagined could bring me such happiness. I put the ring on her finger and I gave her a deep kiss. I kept muttering against her lips how much I love her.

This moment was perfect for us, that was until I saw a flash go off.

Part 5 ♤ Part 7 coming soon

Tag List: if you would like to be added, please let me know. @deepintothenature @thehuntresswolf @nelly-belly @thummbelina @lauracontisstuff @fanficworld

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jimothy-hopkins · 1 year

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Meddling Kids XI

WARNING! This work/series contains mentions of slut shaming, EDs, gore, implied torture, implied SA, SH, violence, and many other things that can trigger some viewers. I will also mention that this work does NOT intend to glorify, romanticize, normalize, or promote ANY of these behaviors or ideas. That is not who I am and that is not what I stand for. Please do not take that message away when you read this.

Guess who got her motivation back?

Gary lounged out on Jimmy’s bed, arms resting on either side of his head with his feet barely hanging off the bed. He sighed, turning his head to watch Jimmy, who was busy drawing something in his spare notebook.

“I’m bored,” he mentioned.

Jimmy glanced over. He thought for a moment. Jimmy had barely done anything fun in the past month or so. Sure, he’d been going on one too many misadventures. Those always wound up in some danger. Hell, they’d stumbled across an entire snuff film and what was a possible drug cartel. He still woke up in cold sweats from the intense nightmares of Alice Cuellar being brutally tortured. He felt like a criminal for just having seen it.

“Yeah, we should do something,” Jimmy replied.

“So where are we going?” Gary raised his scarred brow, rolling on his side.

“Carnival put your shoes on,” Jimmy replied as he closed his sketchbook and sat up to grab his sneakers.

“Oh, so a date? You’re so bold, Jimmy-boy,” Gary grinned as he double-knotted his doc martens.

“Shut up,” the ginger scoffed as he opened the door.

The two made their way out of the boys’ dormitory. It was already pretty late, but thanks to the start of daylight savings time, they could still see the sun. Jimmy grabbed the keys to his bike garage and opened it, choosing his fastest bike to drag out. He got on and ushered Gary to step on the back pegs before Jimmy pedaled down to the carnival.

Gary sighed, tilting his head upwards to breathe in the crisp spring air. He held Jimmy’s torso for support as they zipped through the streets. He really did need this. The last few weeks had weighed heavy on him, especially running into Daniel. The fucker acted like he didn’t even know him. What was his problem? Had Leo’s death fucked him over so bad he forgot Gary completely?

He just sighed and rested his face on Jimmy’s shoulder. He watched the gray-colored waves of Bullworth Bay sprawl across the sand, creating the illusion of a depressed beach.

That’s when Jimmy got the bright idea to speed up out of nowhere as they hit the drop to the carnival. Gary yelped as he squeezed Jimmy.

“What the fuck was that for? You almost gave me a heart attack, moron!” Gary yelled as he stepped off Jimmy’s bike pegs.

“Cause It was funny,” Jimmy grinned as he locked his bike up.

Gary rolled his eyes as he and Jimmy approached the gate, paying their admission tickets to walk in.

Of course, the first thing they did was go to the thriller rides. Those roller coasters whipped and spun around so fast and so hard that Jimmy wondered how they didn’t get whiplash. The carnival had many new additions this year regarding rides and attractions. It was a lot more fun than riding the same three rides every single time. So far, Gary and Jimmy had ridden the Twist-A-Whirl, the Freak Out, Ring Of Fire, the Yo-yo, and Silver Bullet. Surprisingly Gary had only gagged up once during their little adventure, much to Jimmy’s relief. He’d never forget how Gary puked on him on the roller coaster last October. Yuck.

“Can we do something else now?” Gary asked as they walked around aimlessly.

“Wanna play a carnival game?” Jimmy asked.

“Sure, I bet I can win more prizes,” Gary smirked, running off to the nearest game booth he saw.

Jimmy shook his head, bounding after his scraggly friend to go kick his ass in some silly carnival games.

They went through a few silly games like ring tosses, darts, pellet rifles, the dunk game, and the strength test.

Their final game was going to be a little water gun game. So far, they’d been evenly matched in price winning. Jimmy won two little keychains, and Gary scored a dumb squeaky horn purely meant to annoy everyone within their vicinity, along with a giant snake stuffed animal.

They sat, paying their money as other people sat to also play a round. Gary licked his lips and teeth, hoping to break their tie and give Jimmy some embarrassing gift. Unfortunately, Jimmy also had the same mindset ahead of him.

As soon as the bell rang, they lined their water guns and started to fill the tank to raise the hung stuffed animals. Gary’s hands trembled, sending his aim off. Just like that, the water cut off, and Jimmy won.

“Congrats, kid! Pick your prize!” The elderly carny smiled.

“Yeah, I’ll take that My Little Pony stuffed animal,” Jimmy shrugged.

The carny gave an odd look but used one of his hooks to grab the pony off the rack and handed it to Jimmy. “Have fun, kid.”

Jimmy nodded and turned to Gary, handing him the plush. He always found those ponies creepy.

“Seriously?” Gary grimaced.

“Take it or leave it,” Jimmy rolled his eyes.

“Whatever, moron, how about the Ferris wheel?” Gary asked, tucking the bedazzled pony under his arm.

Jimmy shrugged, so Gary could only take it as a yes. The pair walked to the slow-moving attraction and coughed up the cash required before stepping into a capsule. They sat adjacent, looking at the horizon as the ride began to move.

“I hope we don’t get stuck at the top,” Jimmy looked down.

“Why? Scared of heights, James?” Gary teased.

“Shut up.”

Gary moved closer, now right beside Jimmy. He quickly began to nudge and push him. Jimmy glanced over,

“What are you poking me for? You’re rocking the cart dickwad!” Jimmy said, slapping Gary’s arms away.

“So what?” The scar-faced boy laughed.

Their miniature slap fight continued, and small chuckles and playful insults were exchanged.

A sudden impulse took over, and Gary grabbed his face and went in for a kiss.

Now Gary had never kissed anyone before, not even his own mother. He hated almost all types of physical affection, yet Gary chose to go in for a kiss.

Jimmy flinched in surprise but quickly caught on and pulled Gary in. The kiss was brief, but it held passion. More passion than it should’ve. So when Gary realized what he was doing, he pulled himself off of Jimmy and sat at a distance.

“Wow,” was Jimmy’s only response.

He hadn’t even realized they were at the apex of the wheel. The sun was now fully set. The whimsical lights danced and provided a colorful display around them. Gary looked away, taking a moment to process his actions and catch his breath. He felt like he was living in a teenage dream or nightmare.

Not another was exchanged between them when the ride descended. What was there to talk about? Gary wanted to punch himself. He was letting this new kid get too close. They’d made a friendship over the trauma they went through in the past three months. Dr. Bambillo would flip his shit if he knew.

They walked side by side, exchanging silent glances over the loud whirring of rides and screams of people.

“Hey Jimmy! Over here!” A voice called.

Gary looked over his shoulder.

It was Donald Anderson dressed up like the circus puked on him. He was standing at the front of an attraction with the word ‘Headspin’ written above it. Purple and red lights flickered sporadically, making it appear like a sick fever dream.

“Wanna try our new haunted house? The nerds and theatre kids are all working on it!” He explained in a psyched-up manner.

“Sure, don’t see why not,” Jimmy shrugged, walking through with Gary behind him.

Most of the scares weren’t really eventful. If anything, Jimmy just said hello, since most of them were their peers. Gary didn’t take much interest in the attraction either. He did hold his stuffed pony a few times, though.

They turned down a darker hall that led them to a hall of mirrors. Gary and Jimmy shuffled around, occasionally bumping into their reflections and swearing.

Gary looked over his shoulder, catching movement in the darkness of his peripheral.

“What was that?” He asked out loud.

“What was what?” Jimmy replied.

“I saw something.”

“Yourself?”

“No, someone else.”

Gary whipped around, the color draining from his face. Behind Gary was a tall man dressed in a sick imitation of John Wayne Gacy’s Pogo the Clown. The clown held a bat wrapped in barbed wire and covered in what Gary hoped was fake blood.

Jimmy didn‘t even think twice before grabbing Gary and running in the opposite direction. They could hear the heavy footsteps tailing them with the most bone-chilling laughter echoing down the hall of mirrors.

They escaped the mirror hall and dodged behind a doorway into another room. Gary held his hand over his mouth to calm his breathing. He looked over to Jimmy, whose hands clutched the splintered rotten wood of the wall. Gary didn’t think he was capable of expressing that amount of terror.

His head snapped over, hearing the slight pang of metal on metal. Gary’s gut dropped, watching as another clown in the likeness of Pennywise approached with a machete.

“FUCKING GO, MORON!” He yelled, shoving jimmy out of the doorway.

They screamed, begging for help as they dodged obstructions in their path and dove through the cluttered, run-down rooms of the house. Gary kicked a foldable table out of his way, finding furniture stacked against an exit door.

“Come and help me, moron!” Gary demanded as Jimmy quickly came to aid him in deconstructing the barricade.

Quickly, they managed to shove the door open and run out, escaping to the bright area of the carnival. Gary shuddered as he tailed Jimmy, heart beating out of his chest. That haunted house was no joke.

Jimmy scanned the area, finding Donald once more. He walked up to the nerd and snatched him by his collar, holding him in a vice grip.

“What the hell, man? You need to get those clown guys in check!” He yelled.

Donald blinked, dumbfounded.

“Jimmy, we don’t have clowns.”

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DOES SOMEONE WANT TO HEAR ME RAMBLE ABOUT OXYTOCIN????

Because, because, because, the thing is that part of why orphanages were considered Not Great was that there were too many kids and not enough people to love them. There are records of some infants actually dying from what is believed to be lack of physical contact. If a baby isn't held it can stunt their growth, make them loose weight, cause attachment issues/certain kinds of mental struggles, and a whole lot of other things.

Now, oxytocin.

Oxytocin is often called the "love" or "cuddle" hormone, and it reduces blood pressure and production of stress hormones. Its levels are raised by physical closeness with other people. Like hugs.

Hugs are super important to mental and physical health. Now, I understood this factually, but I have also had a chance to experience it in real life! (Yay /s)

So, when I'm at school, I'm there for most of the week. I'm lucky enough to attend a university close enough to where my family lives that I get to visit them a lot. But, when I'm actually attending classes and stuff at school, I have no physical contact with anyone at all. Barring the occasional handshake, I don't touch anybody. Ever. And it actually messes me up so bad.

If people aren't being hugged enough, it raises blood pressure, it makes them more stressed, it worsens mental health, and it's even thought to lower the immune system. Isolation and lack of human contact has been shown to increase thoughts of death and mortality, and sometimes make the person doubt their own existence.

It has been said that humans need four hugs a day for survival, eight for maintenance, and twelve for growth.

This is why solitary confinement and total isolation is a big deal. It can actually destroy people

Now, you may be wondering, "Sophie? Why are you talking about hormones and death and stuff? Aren't you a goofy MBS blogger?" And to that I say, "We're almost there"

So, the thing you need to learn from all this is that basically, lack of human contact is bad. It makes your brain messed up, and it can make your body messed up. Hugs are super important.

Now. How often do you think the kids were hugged pre-canon?

How often do you think Reynie got actually positive touch from another human being? How many years passed as he grew up not having loving contact with anyone at all, until Miss Perumal showed up? How much more do you think he savoured her hugs when he only received a few precious seconds of touch every day or so?

How hard do you think it was for Sticky to go from getting a couple empty handshakes, one or two claps on the back every few weeks when he did a competition, to nothing. Nothing at all as he snuck away in the middle of the night, hiding away and pretending to be nobody worth noticing. Even though I'd bet he barely got any hugs in the first place, it would still be a shock. How often do you think he felt like a ghost, half convinced he didn't exist anymore as he crept through the streets and watched people's eyes slife right off of him?

How jarring would it have been for Kate to go from her multitudinous, ever-shifting circus family to the emptiness of her journey to Stonetown? She worked so hard to fill the void left in her from her father leaving, and then she gave it all up, maybe because she wanted to be the one who left this time. Maybe that's why she's always the one leaning on the others, playfully punching the boys, volunteering to carry Constance, anything really to be able to touch someone. And after all that whiplash, how hard would it have been for her to regulate after she got Milligan back and couldn't decide if she never wanted him to let go of her or if she never wanted to touch him again?

Did anyone hold Constance when she was little? She's know for being a trouble maker and a biter at a very young age, and was that because she didn't trust anyone who tried to touch her? Did she know, even at such a young age, that there were too many people who couldn't be trusted in her world? And, after she ran away, hiding in the library and staying out of sight, how many months did she go without hearing a single word from another human? How frightening was it for her to break through all of those years, most of her life at this point, of learned anger and defensiveness? How long did it take for her to truly believe she could trust Mr. Benedict, to let her guard down and accept affection from him?

#Just some thoughts #The science of touch and affection is really interesting to me #So there you go #the mysterious benedict society #mbs #reynie muldoon #sticky washington #kate wetherall #constance contraire

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