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the-travelling-witch · 1 year

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𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒 𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄

summary: the types of kisses the demons like to give and receive

pairings: demon brothers :: barbatos x gn! reader

warnings: i totally never play favourites ever

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𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐄𝐑

Lucifer takes great pride in being able to make your heart soar and head spin. And what better way to do that than stealing all air from you with a passionate kiss to the lips? But he also has his softer moments filled with only praise for you and he can’t stop himself from holding your jaw between his fingers and pressing a sweet peck to your forehead.

He is frankly a little awkward with receiving affection, being more used to facing either admiration, fear or annoyance. Yet, he cannot suppress the warmth spreading through his chest if you try to pull him away from work with a kiss to his temple and a hushed whisper to come to bed. Although Lucifer may not admit it, when you lean in to flutter a kiss to his closed eyelids it symbolises the ultimate trust to him.

𝐌𝐀𝐌𝐌𝐎𝐍

You already know, this snowy-haired tsundere will absolutely deny enjoying your affection. Pfft, you really think he needs some human’s love and care? (Yes, he does. And everyone knows it too.) Mammon would kill for a sliver of your tender affection, only to curl up on your lap and bask in your touch; he thrives with your attention on him and only him. Normally pretty chill and laid back, he’ll get really pissed if someone interrupts your one-on-one quality time.

Mammon, being the Avatar of Greed, obviously wants all of your kisses! Give him all your love and affection, human! There is, however, a comfort that comes with pressing a lingering kiss to the crown of your head while he has you wrapped up in his arms (and wings on occasion). Not only can he hide his glowing cheeks from you but he also feels like he’s protecting you and keeping you safe.

Your kisses? Again, he wants them all! Of course you want to kiss the Great Mammon, ya can’t seem to get enough of him, ain’t that right? Kiss the area peeking out from the collar of his shirt where his neck meets his collarbones, that’ll shut him right up. And lord help him if you ever kiss the marks on his chest when he’s in his demon form… Please pretend not to notice his reddened face or ears.

𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍

Leviathan is… freaking out, to put it lightly. His heart and mind are racing!! Not only do you want to hang out with him, no you also like like him. Him!! Not one of his stupid brothers!! Is he back in the Celestial Realm? It takes a while for him to show affection at all and not immediately self-deprecate afterwards if you don’t initiate it. But after enough reassurance from you, he learns that you really are okay with having him touch you.

He’s still a shy baby though and something so bold as a kiss to your cheek or lips is way too high-level normie stuff (although he really wants to kiss you)!! The genius solution? Kissing the palm of your hand!! Whether you’re watching anime or you’re sitting in his lap watching him game, chances are Levi’s fiddling with your fingers anyway once his hands are free. (Jealous Levi is a different kind of monster though…)

If you ever kiss his cheek, Levi.exe will stop working; a kiss to the lips would take him straight out. Whether it’s just because you want to be cute or if it’s a little thank you or you’re excited he won a game, it doesn’t matter and you can basically see the blood rush to his face. If he’s ever in his demon form with you, consider giving some love to his non-human traits too; he’s very insecure about them and it’ll help him greatly.

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐍

Satan is a true romantic at heart. Whether it’s all the romance novels he absorbed, if he’s just naturally like this or if he’s trying to cover his reputation as the Avatar of Wrath, he is a gentleman either way. And a gentleman kisses the beloved’s hand right? As cute as the basic is, Satan prefers pressing his lips to the inside of your wrist. It feels way more intimate and the trust you have in him, one of the most dangerous demons, to let him so close to a sensitive area of your body sends his mind reeling.

Your every kiss will bring a fond smile to his face, so he’s not picky. That being said, there’s a special place in his heart for the times you lean in to place a kiss to the tip of his nose. It’s playful and endearing and the spark in your eyes so close to his captivates his whole being.

𝐀𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐃𝐄𝐔𝐒

When it comes to affection, Asmo might as well be the Avatar of Greed. Give him all of your love, he deserves it! In turn, he will smother you in as much attention as you can take. It’s no secret that Asmo is as shameless as a demon can be when it comes to sneaking a kiss here and there, and he’s not picky about the place. Whether it’s all over your face, up your thighs and to your hips or a cheeky little kiss to the back of your hand, Asmo is the demon to fulfil whatever your heart desires.

If he were to pick his personal favourite though, it would be your spine. Not only is he delighted to see your bare back, he can also watch you shiver as the ghost of his fingers grazes your skin. For him, the space between his shoulder blades is very sensitive as it sits right where his wings sprout. So to see you expose such a vulnerable spot to him makes his heart beat faster and head spin if he thinks too long about it. You do funny things to him, you know that, darling?

Again, Asmo being Asmo, he welcomes all your kisses gladly, but not equally. Sure, connecting your lips is delightful and the way you sensually move to his neck makes him all giddy. Yet, in a very un-asmo-esque fashion, what excites him most are the most innocent of gestures. Case and point, the blush that settles on his perfect skin when you kiss the back of his hand. Do it after he finishes a manicure, when your hands are interlocked or just casually when you see him. This demon is all yours now.

𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐙𝐄𝐁𝐔𝐁

Beel loves you very much and he shows it pretty openly, no beating around the bush here. It might not be as refined as writing a poem or what the films always show but he shares his food with you, which is a dead giveaway about how serious he is. Consequently, he’s very concerned about your health and making sure you’re taking care of yourself. So if he presses soft kisses to your stomach when you cuddle after a meal, not only can he express his affection but he can also make sure you’re eating regularly.

Every time you kiss the corner of his lips, Beel’s absolutely stunned for a few seconds, eyes adorably wide as his brain catches up. Not only is he happy you are initiating affection but when you get so close he can pick up on your scent so effortlessly. Not to mention, the fact you didn’t quite meet his lips leaves him wanting more and there’s a high chance he pulls you back in for a real taste a second later. You know, suddenly he’s hungry again…

𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑

Belphie might not be as over the top with his affections as some of his brothers but there’s no doubt to be had that he is absolutely smitten with you. To outsiders it might not be as obvious but to those who know him, it’s clear as day, really. The way he’s trying to hide his blush, subtly show off or try to stay awake for you really gives him away. Plus, he’ll put up with any of your nonsense and will also put in the effort to care about and for you.

On that note, finding you two together isn’t always as easy though because Belphie will steal you away for a nap at any given time of day. No matter how long you’ve been in the Devildom already, Belphie is still insistent that he has to make up for lost time.

Whether you’re just his favourite pillow or if you are wrapped up in his arms, he wants to be as close to you as possible for a good night’s (or day’s) sleep. Whatever the case, the youngest is a lot more likely to press a half-asleep kiss to whatever part of skin he can reach while curled up next to you. If he could choose one, it would have to be kissing your neck while holding you from behind. Not only does he get to hear your pulse, he can also get a rise out of his brothers if he accidentally happens to bite down just a little…

Good thing Belphie is lying down most of the time because whenever you kiss his forehead, his knees go weak. Your hand gently pushing his hair out of his face before your lips flutter against his skin in the softest of touches could send him straight back to dreamland with how much comfort it provides. It doesn’t even matter when you do it. Whether it’s to wake him up, give him a good night’s kiss or to display how proud you are and how much you love him, Belphie could never get enough of your kisses.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐒

Barbatos lives to serve and there’s nobody he likes to please more than you. Life can get tough, especially since you do so much for the people around you, so Barbatos would love nothing more than to be a place of comfort for you. Besides making tea for you and listening intently to what troubles you, Barbatos would also like to alleviate some of the physical strains. And what would be better suited for that than a massage provided by your partner?

As skilled fingers knead away the knots and stress of your everyday life, Barbatos will sneak in a few affections just for you. Whether it’s the small of your back, your shoulder blades or the back of your neck, expect them to be lavished in the gentlest attention as you melt into his touch. But your demon is always very keen on pressing soft kisses along the skin of your shoulders, from the moment he slips your clothes off for the massage to the moment he helps adjust them again. Also, if you ever find yourself in a situation where Barbatos has some free time to step away from his job for a while and just be himself, he’ll take every chance he gets to slip the collar of your top out of the way and indulge a little.

There’s no doubt that you are Barbatos’ favourite way to wind down. Just being with you recharges his energy fully and reminds him he’s more than just his job. That’s why it means so much to him when you carefully work off his gloves like he’s a delicate porcelain cup and place a lingering kiss to each pad of his fingers. The first time you do it, he’s very much taken by surprise but after recovering from his shock he’s already fond of the gesture. Even after he slips his gloves back on, he feels as if your touch still tingles underneath the material, the urge to feel your skin on his again burning bright under his composed façade.

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softxsuki · 6 months

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Hi!! Congrats on 1.5k! May I please request 10 troupe with Shinichiro from Tokyo Revengers x fem!reader? Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! 💜

1.5k Follower Event Trope 10: Tokyo Revengers

Trope 10: Marriage of Convenience

This event is CLOSED. You can check out the masterlist here.

Pairing: Bonten!Mikey x Fem!Reader

Warning: mentions of killing, bad childhood, stalking, injury, blah

Genre: idek, kinda fluff?

Post-Type: Oneshot (so much for drabbles smh)

Word Count: ...1.1k (oops)

Note: Hey! Thank you so much. So for my tropes, you're only supposed to send in a trope number and fandom name, then I pick which character from that fandom I think it matches with the most! I've also already written one of these for Shinichiro hence why I've written this for Mikey. I hope you still enjoy it though, I love this trope! Also side note: I’ve read like 2 seconds of Bonten Mikey but I felt it fit this trope more SO if this makes no sense, you know why :)

Marriage was the last thing on Mikey’s mind, until your father approached him with a contract that included you and part of the city he owned, in return for protection from Bonten and the chance to make Bonten grow even more powerful. Naturally Mikey agreed, taking little interest in you as a factor, but desiring to see his gang flourish even farther.

As the daughter of a gang leader, your role since birth had been to be used as a means to help your father, ensuring he was always well off. There was not a day when your father thought about you or your own feelings.

You were handed over to Mikey straight away, allowed to pack up the few clothes that you had, along with any other personal items. Meeting with him briefly to sign a few marriage documents, signing away your life, and ultimately leaving one prison and entering a new one–or so you thought.

For the most part Mikey left you alone to do as you please, only giving you a few rules to keep you safe and away from the darker areas of their base where you were staying. But you were given your own room that was nicely decorated, new clothes that fit you perfectly, and the freedom to do as you please within their building. It was more freedom than you’d ever had in your life.

Even though you were trapped in what you thought was a loveless marriage, at least everyone treated you respectfully. Though, Mikey found himself opening up to you in ways he’d never opened up before after all the trauma that he befell in the past. He admired how you carried yourself, standing tall and proud despite being thrown in an unfamiliar place by force, the least he wanted to do was make you comfortable…but why?

He found himself inviting you to the dining room for meals with him, quite enjoying your company even if you ate in silence. Flowers and other gifts were left by your bedroom door, shocking you. Why was he doing this for you, wasn’t this just a marriage of convenience? There was no need for heartfelt gifts and attention like he was giving you.

But Mikey couldn’t help himself, he felt lighter around you as if he could finally breathe again and it was such a relief–a good change from the usual heaviness that clouded over him. He realized you were slowly becoming someone he wanted to keep happy and safe; he wanted to protect you from the cruel world that existed outside those walls, the cruel world he was also a part of.

Mikey kept his feelings to himself, aside from the random gifts he’d leave you and quality time he’d spend with you every now and then. That was until one day you were granted access to wander outside in the city, saying you needed fresh air. Enemy gangs were always keeping a close watch on Bonten headquarters, just looking for any weakness that could cause the huge corporation to plunder, and finally they had one–you.

Word that Mikey had taken a wife spread quickly in the underground world, a potential weakness of the big boss man behind Bonten, everyone was waiting to get their hands on you to bring Mikey crashing down–and that’s exactly what happened.

A few blocks later as you walked peacefully through the cool streets, loving how calming the area was at night and enjoying your new found freedom, that all came crashing down as you felt the presence of someone following you.

At first you thought nothing of it, but every turn you made, they made and when you turned around to glance behind you, they’d stop walking and pretend to be busy with something. You quickened your pace, your heart beating out of your chest at the prospect that you were in danger and needed to get back home quickly. The man noticed this and also fastened his pace, getting closer and closer to you.

You begin running, but you’re not fast enough as a hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you down to the floor.

“Gotcha,” the man grins. “Let’s see how riled up your husband gets when we send your head back to him.”

Fear fully floods you as the man takes out a knife and approaches you with it. He only manages to scrape your cheek though before adrenaline kicks in and you push him back with the strength you didn’t know you had, jumping back to your feet and running full speed back to your home–back to Mikey.

Upon returning back to your home and bursting through the door with blood running down your face, mixed with tears, you ignore the questions of Mikey’s men who were keeping watch by the front door and run to your room.

Urgently, the men report to Mikey who jumps up from his seat and runs to your room, bursting your door open, not caring if you were decent or not.

“What happened?” He demands, closing the distance between you as he approaches your bed where you’re sobbing into your pillow.

When you don’t speak, he sighs and gently takes your hand, pulling you into him. “Let me see,” he softly says, guiding your chin up so he can get a better look at your face, gritting at the cut that had been so close to hitting your eye.

His fingers wipe your tears away and slowly graze over the cut–he was upset. “Who did this?” He hisses. Who would dare place their hands on his wife?

You felt surprisingly relaxed and safe in his arms as he held you close, never once breaking eye contact with him, you had no choice but to fill him in on what happened during your walk.

“I just went out to get some fresh air and take a quick walk, but I noticed someone following me. I tried getting back here before he could catch up to me, but he was too fast. He said,” you gulp, fear once again filling your body as you remember the man's words. “He said he was going to send you my head back.”

Mikey was seething now. Not only had someone harmed you, but they’d also threatened to kill you?

“Sanzu!” He screams, calling his most trustworthy man to enter your room, to which the pink-haired man appears immediately. “Have a few men patrol the area, I want any suspicious men taken in, I don’t care if you bring in everyone, I want him found, whoever it was that did this to my wife,” he grits, holding you tightly to him.

Though anger was bubbling up inside him, he couldn’t help but feel slight relief that you were still alive and safe in his arms. He couldn’t lose you too…

That man would be tracked down and made an example out of. No one would dare try to harm his wife again. This marriage was now real to him and Mikey would do anything to protect it–to protect you.

EVENT REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

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Posted: 10/23/2023

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sunflowersandsapphires · 1 month

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Including Sunlight

When Skies Are Gray, Chapter 4

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pairing: Frank Castle x fem!reader

summary: Frank’s life has reached a crossroads: he can either continue to seclude himself and pursue a dark, lonely future, or he can open himself up to connecting with someone again and maybe achieve happiness. Being the grump that he is, Frank has already committed to the lonely path, but his curious new neighbor might just turn that around.

warnings: swearing, fluff, Frank having unhealthy coping mechanisms

a/n: I'm so sorry that this update is late, everyone! I've had a wacky month and it has completely thrown me off. Huge shout out to @xxdrixx for reminding me (again XD) to post what I'd written, and to my loves @madschiavelique and @gracethyomen for helping me plot the upcoming angst arc!!!

w/c: 5.9k

You hadn’t known Frank for very long, but that didn’t stop him from becoming a necessary fixture in your life. Needing Frank was similar to needing light, or fresh air. Sure, you could go without it for a bit, but it would drastically reduce the quality of your life.

Two days into his “business trip” (which you assumed was a cover for some illegal shenanigans because what sort of freelance construction worker has business trips), you were missing Frank something awful, and it seemed like Max was too. Though you’d tried your best to stick to the existing routine Frank had explained to you, the dog would get mopey in the evenings, laying his head on your lap with a dramatic sigh as he stared longingly towards the door.

Frank hadn’t so much as sent an emoji since his departure, a fact that highlighted his already glaring absence. You had no idea if he was even alive, but you refused to go down that path knowing you’d never make it out of that endless anxiety spiral. Hoping not to bother him while he was away, you’d refrained from reaching out. Until Max’s heavy sighs were too much for you to bear.

“I’ll see what I can do, buddy.” You promised, pulling out your phone and taking a picture of his pouting face.

Sending Max’s sulking portrait off to your stoic neighbor, you included a message.

You: I think he misses you. Hope you made it safely. ❤️

You were about to set your phone down, not expecting him to respond, but your phone buzzed immediately.

Frank: Sorry, bud. He behaving for you?

You: He’s being a perfect gentleman. Please come back to us in one piece.

Frank: Cross my heart.

Smiling at the fluttery sensation in your chest, you set your phone down and resumed petting the pitbull taking up residence on your lap.

Come back to us. A poor imitation of your melodic voice played throughout his brain on a loop as he got settled in the motel and began recon. It had been hours since you’d texted him and Frank couldn’t stop thinking about it. Not that he could ever stop thinking of you; the only thing that had kept him going through the bland, cross-state drive was the knowledge that he had you to return to.

And didn’t that terrify him. The knowledge that he had forged a connection valuable enough to anchor him on bad days should have triggered his factory reset. Cut all ties, change home and job, never look back. But you made him weak–sapping the resolve out of him with your doe eyes and intoxicating personality. He’d never be able to leave you like that, even if his proximity to you would get you killed.

Gritting his teeth, he began disassembling his rifle for the umpteenth time, hoping the familiar rhythm would provide an opportunity for his mind to claw its way out of the paranoid spiral it was currently parachuting down. Because it would do him no good to imagine the ways this could all fall apart. The high that your genuine care ignited in him was a hard one to shake, and he craved your affection more than any drug.

Frank was no stranger to being forgotten, hell, most days he wished for it. Disappearing into the shadows made his work easier and it had helped him prevent situations like this, like you, in the past. Yet here he was, three states away, feeling desired and significant because of four little sentences of fucking text. You were a goddamn miracle.

Placing the final piece of his weapon back into its place, he drew his hands towards himself, examining them. Given the nature of his work, both legal and less than, the skin was rough and littered with impressive callouses. Streaks of gun oil, dirt, and general grime lingered on the pads of his fingers and under his nails, a testament to the indelicacy of his job. How could he allow himself to touch you with these hands?

How could the universe allow him to indulge in something so pure, after what he’d done?

He’d given you his name, his real one, but there was no way you knew the extent of his crimes against the people in your city–if you did, you’d surely never speak to him again. Before meeting you, he’d never questioned his choices. Wiping the murderous, sex-trafficking and drug-dealing scum from the face of the Earth was his purpose, and he lived it with pride. Pulling the trigger, releasing bullet after bullet into the chest of some criminal douchebag, it was the only reason he had the energy to keep going after the loss of his family.

But the violence, that he’d made peace with, it separated him from the rest of society, kept him from forming attachments with people as delicate as you. Not to mention, you valued an honesty he couldn’t provide, and a stable relationship would require it…not that he was intending on pursuing that with you. Right?

Sighing wearily, he pinched the bridge of his nose, heart pummeling his ribcage. You deserved to know the truth about who he was and what he’d done, but Frank wasn’t sure he possessed the courage to break that news to you, to risk losing you forever.

Shifting uneasily on the fraying wicker chair, Frank studied a chip in the faux wood of the table he was seated at. Rubbing a thumb over the exposed plastic, he pondered his next move. His short recon session had verified Madani’s hunch that the arms dealers operated after dark, like most criminals, but sitting around the dingy motel room until then was a one-way ticket to insanity.

As if his body was pitying his moment of unprecedented indecision, his stomach growled ferociously. Fuck, he could use a decent meal and a hot cup of coffee. Plucking his keys and handgun from the nightstand, he shoved his arms into a black canvas jacket before braving the outside world.

Digging your glove-covered fingers into the laminated dough, you folded it over itself a few times before placing it back in its designated proofing bin to rise. Taking another lump of the yeasted mixture into your grasp, you savored the pleasant cushiony feeling beneath your hands as you worked, the slightly fermented smell of raw bread swirling around the kitchen as you flipped the mass.

Your heart thumped serenely as you kneaded the dough at a steady pace, creating a beautiful rhythm you were more than familiar with. It was music, of a sort; the pulse in your ears acting as the bass while the cacophony of rattling spice jars and cracking eggshells composed unique melodies unlike anything else.

Life was complicated, but food was simple. Customizing pastries and generating new recipes was an outlet for any emotion you could dream of. Tugging at the strands of dough helped soothe the tension in your shoulders, a symptom of the intense restlessness you’d been feeling since Frank left. Though his text had confirmed that he was alive, you couldn’t help but wallow in a feeling of gut-wrenching regret as you lived without him. If something happened to him out there, you’d never be able to tell him–

Shaking your head fiercely to clear the anxious thoughts from your mind, you raced to the walk-in, once again pouring your jittery energy into a recipe rather than letting your composure erode into nothing. Stabilizing the precarious tower of ingredients you’d stacked with your chin, you tread cautiously over to a clean station, unceremoniously dumping the contents onto the steel bench before popping your head out to the front.

“Stace, you want somethin’ to eat?” You called to the girl, who was currently standing by the register on her phone.

“What are you making?” She barely lifted her head with the question and her ambivalence made you snort.

“Oh, you know, same old.”

With a small shrug, Stacy nodded. “Sure, why not.”

Grinning, you ducked back into the kitchen and popped the lid off of the industrial blender, quickly whipping up two vibrantly colored and impeccably garnished bowls for the pair of you. Passing a spoon to Stacy, you smiled as she dug in eagerly.

“What, you didn’t eat breakfast this morning?” You giggled, reveling in the way her eyes lit up as she ate.

“Had a feeling you’d be cooking up a storm today.” Stacy replied, tilting her head at you knowingly. “You tend to do that when you’re mopey, and I’m never opposed to a free meal.”

Rolling your eyes, you huffed in defiance. “I’m not ‘mopey’.”

“No?” Your dark-haired friend smirked. “That’s why you’re staring at that stupid bowl like it killed your family?”

Ignoring her pointed look, you angled the bowl slightly differently before pulling out your phone.

“It’s a pretty meal. I wanted to take a picture.” You reasoned, snapping a few photos of the deep violet mixture.

“To send to lover boy?” Stacy snorted, wiggling her eyebrows at you.

“No! I mean, maybe, I guess. I mean—“ You spluttered and Stacy laughed boisterously. “Shut up!!” Pouting, you shoved your phone back into the pocket of your apron and stuck a spoon into your breakfast.

“C’mon, princess, don’t let my teasing interrupt your pitiful flirting attempts. I’m sure he wants to hear from you.” Stacy’s expression was nonchalant, as always, but her gaze softened when your shoulders slumped. “I’m serious. He’s like, embarrassingly into you.”

“I think you might be confused about which of us is ‘embarrassingly into’ the other.” You whined, burying your face in your hands.

“Oh you’re pathetically head over heels for him too, that’s why you have no game.”

Scoffing, you shoved at her shoulder. “You know what, I don’t need to be insulted like this. Get out of my kitchen.”

“It’s not insulting, it’s true!” She chuckled, eating the remaining few bites of her food as you struggled to force her out the double doors.

“Out, out, out!” You panted, finally getting her across the threshold.

The whoosh of air from the batwing doors blew stray hairs from your face, giving you pause. Did it matter why you reached out to him? He seemed to appreciate it…

“Fuck it.”

Frank turned the cheap off-white mug in his hands, letting the quickly fading warmth seep through the material and into his palms as he looked out the streaky window. A gray hue had settled over the rural town he was camped out in, courtesy of the building storm on the horizon. The clouds mimicked his mental state, growing darker by the minute as the world remained stagnant.

A low buzz caught his attention, his hand shooting out to stop his phone from vibrating off of the table. Flicking the screen open, his heart swelled with affection, like a ray of sunshine peeking through the barrier in the sky.

You: *image* It’s official, I’m becoming a hipster. I was more concerned about this photo than eating my breakfast.

Not attempting to hide his smile, Frank shoved his empty cup aside to free his thumbs.

Frank: Well, it looks so good, I might have to forgive you. What is it?

You: A smoothie bowl, very easy to make and quite tasty.

Frank: Never had one of those before. Looks good though, sunshine.

You: Thanks, sweetheart. I’ll make you one sometime.

Frank inhaled deeply, imagining that you were nearby and he could smell your soft vanilla soap. The thought of you cooking for him upon his return warmed his heart while simultaneously cracking it in two. He missed you dearly. Drawing his forearms into his chest, he took a picture of his own food, frowning at the grainy quality of the picture as it sent.

Frank: It ain’t as pretty as yours, but I’m eating breakfast myself.

The remnants of a stack of bland pancakes and some tough bacon paled in comparison to the gorgeous, speckled smoothie thing you’d sent him. Why it was in a bowl and not a cup, he wasn’t sure, but clearly you knew what you were doing so who was he to judge? A few seconds passed and Frank briefly wondered if he’d said something wrong. Before he could preemptively apologize, another bubble appeared on the screen.

You: Glad you are able to feed yourself without my help. I was starting to wonder…

Frank: Oh shut up, you goof. I do miss your cooking though.

You: Just my cooking?

His fingers hovered over the glass display, his brain scrambling for a response that didn’t reveal just how gone he was for you. In the end, he couldn’t find one.

Frank: Not just your cooking, honey. I have some work to do, but take care of yourself and Max for me, will you?

You: Of course, Frankie. Have a good day :)

Frank: You too, sunshine.

Clicking the power button on his phone, Frank flipped it over, settling his head against his rough hands and massaging his forehead. Coward.

The shrill ringing of his alarm shattered the remnants of his uneasy slumber. Whipping his arm out from under the sheets, he stopped the piercing noise with a frustrated growl. Sitting up was a process, thanks to the new bullet wounds in his shoulder and hip—a true testament to how sideways yesterday night had gone. Madani’s brief had implied that this would be a cut and dry operation. Get in, confirm the sale, contact her team, leave. He’d been given strict orders to not shoot unless absolutely necessary.

Which was a great plan, in theory. Frank was more than on board with it, even if the whole “no shooting” thing lengthened the process. If it kept him on Madani’s good side, and still managed to get him home before Lisa’s birthday, he could live with it.

Apparently, the rookie member of Madani’s team was not so thrilled with Frank “stealing” so much of the glory. After Frank’s recon session and subsequent confirmation of the sale, the former Marine was about to call for backup when a scrawny 20-something kid darted into the dark warehouse after the arms dealers, holding nothing but a goddamn glock. Anticipating bloodshed, Frank was grumbling and sprinting after him before the gunshots started.

Pulling the kid out by the straps of his ill-fitting bullet-proof vest was a task Frank managed by the skin of his teeth, procuring two moderate injuries in the process. Of course, the knowledge that the FBI was on their tail sent the arms dealers into a frenzy. Frank was sure they’d crossed state lines before Madani was even done screaming. Honestly, he half expected the poor woman to have steam coming out of her ears–she’d cussed at the kid with words even Frank considered impolite.

Not that he could blame her, he was fuming all the same, especially when Madani had explained that he wasn’t off the hook for the mission and should head back to the motel to await further instructions. As if he was reliving it, the conversation that followed played in his head on a loop, their screaming match echoing off the walls of his brain.

“For fuck’s SAKE, Madani, I did what you wanted–why should I be punished for the stupidity of this asshole?”

“Oh, he’ll be dealt with, believe me. But the agreement was to get Roshev and Miller into my custody. Not give my team a half-assed warning and head back to New York scot free.”

“Half-assed–you’re fucking joking. I had to ditch the objective to rescue YOUR DAMN AGENT.”

“Go back to your room, Frank. I won’t ask again.”

“You’re not–”

“That’s an ORDER, Castle.”

So here he was: waking up on a shitty mattress, his skin and hair still streaked with dirt and blood (because the crappy water pressure and freezing temperature had infuriated him to the point that he’d cut his shower short after cleaning his wounds), in pain and in desperate need of a better cup of coffee than anyone around here was capable of brewing.

On top of that, it was his dead daughter’s 18th birthday–a fact that hung over him like a cloud of poisonous gas, slowly squeezing the air from his lungs, and he was powerless to stop it. He wanted to scream, to cry, to grieve for her, to do something, anything–but instead he was fucking stuck here, beneath Madani’s thumb until she tired of him.

It was naive to think that he’d be home today, maybe drinking coffee that you had made specifically for him, bringing flowers to the cemetery, taking Max for a walk, trying to have a quiet day in Lisa’s memory instead of waiting around to deal with two scumbags who got paid to arm other criminals. He should have just shot them.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes with a rough hand, he stalked to the bathroom to clean up–given that a man covered in blood would probably scare the poor waitress at the diner down the street shitless. As he was rubbing a towel through his hair, his phone buzzed–presumably with a curt message from Madani about something else he’d done wrong. Groaning internally, he braced himself for another argument, but it never came.

Instead, his phone had an unopened message from you. Flicking open the home screen, he felt a weight fall off his shoulders as he pulled up the photo you’d attached.

It was a beautiful picture of you holding a basket of vibrantly colored cherries in the midst of some sort of farmer’s market. Your delicate features were highlighted by an array of pinks and oranges, courtesy of the sunrise in the background. Your smile was bright, your eyes sparkling as you beamed at the camera.

Your first message was a simple explanation of your morning activities.

You: It’s market day! I bought these gorgeous cherries to make some tarts. I’ll save you one ;)

As he was rereading the message, allowing his general irritation to fade as thoughts of you flooded his brain, his phone vibrated again.

You: Thinking of you today. I’m just a text away if you need anything ❤️

Sinking down onto the motel bed, his throat constricted as he processed the sentiment. He was surprised that you remembered today was hard for him, even more so that you offered to be a line of support. But that was exactly who you were, wasn’t it? Someone who cared so deeply for the people around her, and for some fucking reason that included Frank.

Typing and retyping a response to you, Frank blew out a breath. He felt almost…jittery.

Frank: Thanks, sunshine. That means a lot. I’m looking forward to that cherry tart when I get back.

You: I’ll make you as many as you want, Frankie.

Lips twitching, he imagined you whirling around your kitchen in one of your signature patterned dresses making him a special batch of pastries. His heart squeezed painfully; your absence was taking a toll on him that he had not expected. Before he could consider his next message to you, Madani’s number flashed on the screen, indicating an incoming call. Lips curling into a silent snarl, he answered.

“What, Madani?” He rumbled out.

“Well, good morning to you too, sunshine.” Her response wasn’t meant to dig under his skin, she simply meant it as a superficial jab, but the inclusion of the pet name he associated with you ignited a white hot anger in his gut, feral and hungry.

“The fuck do you want,” He bit out.

“Watch your tone, Castle. Remember who owes whom a favor here.”

Rolling his eyes, he brought out a more polite tone. “Yes, ma’am.”

She huffed across the line, “Fuck you too. We found them. I’ll send the coordinates now.”

“Lookin’ forward to it.” He ended the call.

Stretching your legs as best you could beneath the hefty pitbull, you sighed.

It had been hours since Frank’s last text and you were not handling it well–the image of the little typing bubble on his side of the text chain haunting your every moment. Logically, the presence of those three flashing dots just meant he had started to type something and then forgot or had something else to attend to, but that knowledge didn’t quell the anxiety growing in your chest.

He was out there, doing god knows what, on his daughter’s 18th birthday, presumably alone and hurting–and there was nothing you could do but wait. And cook him a lasagna of course. Which you had, giving your apartment the pleasant aroma of onions, tomatoes, and ricotta cheese as the dish baked.

Your consciousness vibrated with the tenacity of an anxious chihuahua, listless with boredom and concern about your sweetheart of a neighbor. Squirming out from under Max’s head, you chuckled as the sleepy pitbull huffed in annoyance. “Sorry, bubba. I need to move around.”

In the final 30 minutes that you lasagna baked, you managed to throw together some simple pastry dough and pull out the small basket of cherries from your fridge. Popping one of the scarlet fruits into your mouth, you began to pluck the remaining stems off before removing their pits. Once they’d been sufficiently prepped, and your hands were adequately smattered with droplets of maroon fruit juice, you dumped them unceremoniously into a pot to create a compote. It didn’t necessarily pair well with lasagna, but you’d promised Frank a cherry pastry.

Originally, you’d considered making him a cherry basil frangipane, identical to the ones you’d stacked in the bakery’s display case that morning. But, after the day he’d probably had, you figured he’d want something…less intricate. The compliment you’d given him during his first visit to the cafe still held true–Frank was simple and honest. He wasn’t difficult to please, but fancy words and expensive ingredients alone wouldn’t cut it. The food had to be good. So, you pulled out all the stops, making a recipe that you hadn’t made since you lived with Leo: cherry turnovers.

Unlike your wonderful neighbor, the majority of patrons in the city needed a reason besides quality to continue giving you business. Elaborately decorated pastries and unique flavor profiles were what kept the cafe in business, so you hadn’t tried selling a modest dessert like these since your first few weeks at the Rainy Day Bakery. It was familiar, comforting even. You hoped it would bring Frank similar satisfaction.

Trading the bubbling lasagna for a tray of triangle-shaped pastries, you brushed your hands on your hips. Re-covering the pasta dish, you hurriedly cleaned your kitchen, wiping away the traces of flour and sugar that inevitably dusted your countertops after you baked. As you rinsed out the mixing bowl, a high-pitched whimper popped the bubble of silence surrounding your apartment. Sitting rigidly by the door to your apartment, Max’s dark eyes pleaded with you.

“Gosh, you’re right, bud! It is dinner time. I’m sorry, I got carried away. Let’s go get you set up, huh?”

Snatching Frank’s spare key from your counter, you attached Max’s thick leash to his collar and jogged him back to his apartment, adding an extra handful of kibble as an apology for making him wait. Stroking his short fur a few times, you slipped the key into your pocket, scurrying back over to your apartment to grab the turnovers before they caught fire and reduced the building to ashes.

Carefully balancing the pastries and lasagna in your hands, you marched back over to Frank’s apartment. Pretty soon, and with only one close call, the food was lined up on Frank’s countertop to cool. Brushing your hands together, you admired your handiwork.

“Please tell me ya haven’t been sittin’ here with the door open all night.”

The gruff voice behind you made you jump in shock. Whirling around, your fear morphed into pure joy as you took in the ruggedly handsome man before you.

“Shit, Frankie! You snuck up on me.” You practically squealed, rushing to hug him in greeting. He grunted as you slammed against him, hissing as you squeezed your arms around his hips. Eyes widening in realization, you started to pull back. “Oh fuck, you’re hurt, aren’t you? I’m so sorry, I–”

Before you could unwrap your arms from his body, his broad hands splayed across your back, muscular arms tugging you back against his firm chest.

“‘M fine, honey.” Came Frank’s soothing rumble. You felt him press a kiss to your crown before he buried his face in your hair. “Missed you like crazy, sunshine.” His voice was soft, as if he didn’t want you to hear the darling confession.

“God, I missed you too, Frankie.” You chuckled, your eyes prickling with tears, your body in awe of your own honesty. With his stubbled chin atop your head and his thick arms around your waist, you felt entirely sheltered by his body. He’d created a bubble of safety and serenity for you, as he always did.

Remaining in his arms, you shifted out from under his head to examine him. Though you’d felt it across your scalp, his beard was noticeably overgrown and in need of a trim. His hair greasy and mussed, streaked with grime, just like his face. The skin of his face was tinged red, with blush or sunburn you weren’t quite sure, and the bags under his eyes were deep. In spite of yourself, your bottom lip stuck out, brow pinching in concern. Bringing a hand up to cradle his face, you stroked a thumb gently over his cheek, careful to avoid the sizeable bruise across it.

“Oh sweetheart. What did they do to you?” You asked quietly, feeling choked up as the hulking man nuzzled into your touch, his eyes falling shut with a weary sigh.

“It’s nothin’.” He murmured, his words worn out—as if he’d spoken them so many times they’d lost all meaning.

“Then it shouldn’t take long to get you cleaned up.” You smiled, the gesture not making it to your eyes. Standing on your tiptoes, you pressed a kiss to his prickly cheek before unwinding his arms from your waist. He started to retract his arms, to tuck them against his sides, but you caught his fingers with yours, grasping his hands tenderly. “Come sit, sweetheart. You must be exhausted.”

The poor man didn’t argue. Instead, he let you tug him to the couch and sit him down, his lips twitching with fond amusement when you tucked a blanket around his shoulders. “This ain’t mine.”

You shrugged, the hint of a smirk tugging at your lips. “I redecorated.”

“I was barely gone three days.” Frank snorted, rolling his eyes at you.

Poorly stifling a smile as you pretended to be annoyed, you spoke as though it was obvious why you’d done it. “Your apartment is freezing, Frank. Did you want me and Max to get hypothermia while you were gone?”

He huffed a laugh. “Still bossy.” Letting his head tip back to meet the spine of the couch, his eyes fluttered shut. Your cool touch manifested on his cheek once again.

“Do you have a first aid kit, Frankie?”

“Under the bathroom sink.” He answered, his words slurred ever so slightly with fatigue. He received a slight squeeze of his arm in response, your warm fingers leaving a lasting imprint on his skin.

A year ago, he would never have let himself have this—a moment of peace. Time to let his guard down, to trust someone else to ease his pain. But the combination of his aching body, his heavy eyelids, and your fussing nature had him letting go of a tension he’d held for years, and he couldn’t bring himself to care.

Soft footsteps alerted him to your presence. Though his eyes were closed, he could hear you shuffle into a crouch, your chest positioned at his knees.

Stifling a groan, he straightened his posture, wincing slightly as the motion tugged on his day old stitches. His eyes immediately focused on your adorable form in front of him, your own gaze roaming over the various bruises covering his visible skin. Dipping a washcloth into a small bowl of water, you gently lifted his wrist, washing away the dried blood on his knuckles. As you worked, a small river of dirty water–tinged pink from his scarlet blood–dripped down his fingers and onto your dress.

He watched the trio of droplets fall, time slowing as if to highlight the moment that reignited his anxiety. Splashing across the multicolored fabric, the liquid seeped into your skirt, staining it as you held his hand. Your kindness was endless, and his presence was tarnishing it, ruining it, ruining you.

Jerking his hand backwards, he cradled it close to his chest. “Lemme do this. I’m gettin’ blood on your pretty dress, sunshine.” He started to stand but you shook your head, gently pushing him back into the cushion and taking his hand in your grasp once again.

Looking directly into his eyes with an intensity that you always seemed to carry, your lips curved into a small smile. “Frank, it’s just a dress, sweetheart. I promise it’s ok. Let me help you?” With your free hand, you stroked a wayward strand of his hair off of his clammy forehead.

Despite the fact that your gaze conveyed your desire to continue patching him up regardless of his answer, your tone was stilted–giving him the option to deny your help.

“You’re too sweet for your own damn good, you know.” He sighed, letting his arm go limp in your grip to let you finish what you’d started.

“Well, you’re too stoic for yours. Makes us quite a pair, doesn’t it?” Your eyes glimmered roguishly, your smirk encouraging him to roll his eyes.

“Whatever you say, sunshine.” He snorted, knowing full well that you were right.

You made quick work of tidying up the split skin across his knuckles, moving on to the bruised skin of his cheeks.

“Didn’t know you were growing this out, Frankie.” You quipped, tugging gently on the untamed curls of his beard.

His lips twitched, revealing a glimpse of his teeth as he smiled. “Wasn’t plannin’ on it. Whaddya think?”

Making a great show of shuffling back to study his face, you tapped your chin. “I like it.”

“You do? Last time it was this long, everyone thought I was some sort of hipster.”

Shrugging, you focused your eyes back on the cloth in your hand. “I always like how you look, Frankie.”

Frank’s breath caught in his throat, unable to quite make it to his lungs. Thankfully, he could blame his lack of response on the fact that you were rinsing the injuries on his face, rather than his own lack of emotional intelligence.

Eventually, you heaved out a breath, looking at him with a raised brow. “Did you want me to look at whatever’s bothering you here?” You asked, gesturing to his hip.

“If I told ya I have no idea what you mean, would ya call me on it?” He grumbles, not quite sure how he’d feel revealing that much of himself to you.

You thought for a minute. Nodding once, you answered. “I’d roll my eyes, but respect your desire for privacy.”

Swallowing thickly, he huffed a nervous laugh. “Fair enough.” With two fingers, he tugged his loose shirt up and over his head, not bothering to disguise his grimace as he rotated his injured shoulder. Pulling the waistband of his pants down an inch, he suddenly felt a surge of fear, not sure how you’d react to seeing his array of scars.

Inhaling sharply, you traced around his stitches with a finger. “Oh, Frank.”

“It’s—“

“It’s not nothing.” Taking his hands again, your intensity returned. “You mean something to me. Seeing you hurt…it’s never nothing, ok? Not to me.”

A lump formed in his throat, he nodded as he tried to swallow it down. “Sorry.”

“No apology necessary,” You squeezed his hands, placing a tender kiss on the raw knuckles of his right hand before grabbing a roll of bandages from your pile of supplies. “I’m not upset that you’re hurt. I just don’t want you to be afraid to lean on someone else for a change.”

You dressed his larger wounds in contemplative silence, your soft skin a welcome change to the rough contact he was used to.

“How’d ya learn to patch people up, sunshine? Playin’ nurse for other neighborhood menaces behind my back?”

You giggled. “You’re my only patient currently. Cross my heart. I’ve just gotten used to first aid after injuring myself my whole life.”

Bringing a hand up to cup your cheek, Frank’s brow furrowed. “Injurin’ yourself? What do you mean?”

Eyes widening in realization, you shook your head. “Not intentionally! I’ve just been a klutz for as long as I can remember.” Chuckling sheepishly, you added, “Takes a toll every once in a while.”

Laughing with relief, he traced a finger along your jaw as he withdrew his hand from your face. “Ah, gotcha. Christ, had me scared there, pretty girl.”

Your face flushed with heat at the new pet name. You tied off the fresh bandages and stood up. “You should be good to go, unless you’ve got any other areas that need to be looked at?”

Blushing as his mind traveled to less innocent places, he shook his head. “I’m fine, honey. Thank you. Really.”

“Anytime, sweetheart.” You winked at him, heading to the kitchen to dispose of the dirty water and trash. As you rinsed the last of the grime from the bowl you’d used, Frank moaned behind you.

“Holy shit.” His words were mumbled around a mouthful of pastry, the other half of a cherry turnover in his hand. Swallowing with another horrifically attractive noise, he lifted the dessert in a gesture. “Did you make these?”

“Yes, but they were for after dinner!” You scolded, your smile completely betraying your feigned annoyance. “Cherry turnovers. Do you like them?”

“No, they’re awful.” Frank deadpanned, shoving the rest of the pastry into his mouth ungracefully. You giggled, uncovering the lasagna before he could reach for another turnover.

“Would you like some actual food, you heathen?” You asked through stray laughs.

“You made me a lasagna?”

“Thought you might want some comfort food today. So I made two of my favorites.”

“Thank you,” Frank spoke your name gravely, as if it was a prayer. “God, sunshine, I dunno what to say.” Your heart ached as his voice cracked around the words.

“You don’t need to say anything, handsome. Just eat, so you can rest soon, yah?”

Frank couldn’t help but let the tension he’d been carrying for days roll off his back like droplets of water, his eyes crinkling with fondness as you puttered around his kitchen as if you had it memorized. You plated two hearty servings of lasagna and took a seat next to him, handing him a fork.

“I’m glad you made it back safely.” You smiled, your gaze more timid than he’d ever seen it.

“Me too, sunshine.” After placing a kiss on your forehead, he speared the fork into the food on his plate, taking a massive bite.

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kiddin’ me.” Frank groaned, beaming at you.

Laughing brightly, you took a bite of your own, overjoyed to have Frank to eat with again.

Thanks for reading! As always, comments and reblogs are incredibly appreciated.

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mytemporarycomfort · 2 years

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BOTW Champions pining over sweet Reader

A/N: I had so much fun thinking about these. Please enjoy!

Botw Champions X Sweet!Reader

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Sweet boy is so torn up between his duty and his emotions.

He shows off for you, like, a lot.

Want him to fight someone for you, he's on it.

Stupid pick up lines. "Hey (Y/N) Whats this material im wearing? Boyfriend material!"

Wants to take you out to walks when theres down time. He wants that quality time with you.

You're a breath of fresh air to him where his surrounding is always trying to kill him, and yet here you are, a ray of sunshine.

Really hopes his message is getting through to you. Please please please love this boy back.

Urbosa

Mommy Urbosa springs into action so fast when you're around

You get a personal room next to hers. She wants to keep you safe and cozy.

Trains you personally, so just in case if she's not around, you can hold your own..

She knows you're your own person, but sometimes her authoritative side comes out. But it's for you.

Like if another person shows interest in you, and you're not comfortable with it, and its not going well, shes suddenly there?

Seeing such a sweet thing in Gerudo is so rare. You're like a treasure that might get taken away from her at any moments notice. She does not like that.

She's okay if you don't love her back that way, but she also does want you to. She just wants you to be around.

Mipha

Shes so shy and sweet, please treat her well

She isn't clingy but she always appears when you need something

Softest touches.

She makes a Zora Armour for you, for sure.

The MOST romantic out of all of them.

She takes you to her favourite swimming spots at night to look at stars.

Super aware that you cant swim like her so, she's super attentive to you when ever you guys go swimming.

She really wants you to love her back. Her heart is too big for her chest!

Revali

angst, angst all the way. He cares so much about what you think of him.

Turns into such a mother bird. You need something? He's got it.

Need water? Oh look, where did that bottle of water come from?

Need a snack? A random fish just plops down on your lap.

Need a blanket to sleep? He's got wings, use those.

Has ZERO witty thing to say around you. He's so tongue tied around you.

This bird boy tries so so so hard to impress you. He takes you to the flight range just to show off.

Will fight all the other champions if they look at you weird.

Waits to see if you notice the little shiny thing he's put in your bag, sneakily of course. Happy when he sees you smile.

Please return the favour of giving him trinkets.

Daruk

This man is protective!

He does not know his strength, but he tries so hard to be gentle with you.

This massive dude is scared of dogs, but for you, he's not. For you, he's a big tough Goron.

He visits you a lot and brings you gems since you know, you're gonna burn up on death mountain.

Ask him to build a house for you, do it, He will do it. No questions asked. Anything for his most precious gem.

If you ever give him a really cool rock, he will NEVER forget it.

Will gently lift you up unto his shoulders if you look tired.

You are like a doll to him sometimes, so fragile, so lovely.

Daruk tries so hard and for you, anything.

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animefans-stuff · 2 years

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Jin Bubaigawara alphabet fluff

Note - first time doing this kinda thing. So, enjoy

Fandom; MHA

Note - Hope half of these make sense.

Warnings; none ?

A = Admiration ( What do they adore about you ? )

Jin loves everything about you, but if he had to choose one thing. It's the fact that you still accept him for who he is. It makes him feel safe and ignore the whole villain part of his life. Like he's killed and hurt plenty of people and you're still with him.

B = Body ( What is their favorite part of your body ? )

Your hands, he isn't too sure why he loves them so much. But he'll take every and any chance to hold your hand(s)

C = Cuddling ( how do they like to cuddle )

Not too sure how to explain it but it's something like this;

D = Dates ( What does their ideal date look like ? )

Jin's very busy with his everyday life and the league so dates are very rare. But when they do happen, he'll try bringing you to a nice restaurant or the park.

E = Emotions ( How do they express emotions around you ? )

I feel like on some days, Jin will try to bottle up all of his emotions and thoughts so you don't have to worry. While on other days, he'll be very honest with you.

F = Family ( Do they want a family ? If they do, when ? )

Yes! He'll definitely want one. He's always thought about having a family. As for when. He's not to sure, maybe in the future when he possibly quits the league. Or gives the villain thing a break.

G = Gifts ( How do they feel about gift giving ? What are their habits when it comes to this ? )

Jin loves giving you gifts that he totally paid for he's very happy when giving you something. He had found while out. He's even more happy, when you accept it.

H = Holding hands ( how/when do they like to hold hands ? )

As mentioned before. Jin will and can take every chance to hold your hand, busy with work ? Wants to hold your hand, talking to a friend ? Trys to hold your hand, trying to sleep ? Hold his hand please :( he can't sleep without it.

I = Injury ( How do they react to you being injured )

He's freaks out he trys to act fine . How did you get hurt ?! What happened ? Who does he have to hurt >:( Jin will rush around his apartment, making a mess just to find bandages.

J = Jokes ( Do they like to joke around w/ you ? )

Yes! Jin likes to joke around with you. Even though some of the jokes might be more dark humor or about himself.

K = Kisses ( how do they like to kiss you ? )

Depending on his mood. Jin's kisses can go from playful to passionate in the flip of a coin.

L = Love ( How do they show you they love you ? )

Jin shows he loves you by saying it. He'll take any chance to say it, even if that means screaming it across from his apartment window or not.

M = Memory ( Favorite memory together )

His favorite memory is when the two of you spent the whole day watching silly/stupid movies.

N = Nightmare ( what's their worst fear ? )

His worst fear is loosing you. If it's in a battle or just in general. He's just terrified about the thought of loosing another person close to him.

O = Oddity ( What is one quirk they have ? )

Idk what this means, so I'll have to skip it ^^;

P = Pet names ( what do they like to call you ? )

Doll, dear, the love of my life, sexy, beautiful, love.

Q = Quality time ( How do they like to spend time with you ? )

Jin likes spending time with you by going for walks, maybe going shopping or even bringing you to see the league.

R = Rhythm ( what song reminds you of them ? )

This Is Love by Air Traffic Controller

S = Secrets ( how open are they with you ? )

If you and Jin just started dating. He won't be as open, I mean he'll tell you a few things here and there.

Now, if you two have been in a relationship for a few years then he'll be really open with you.

T = Time ( How long did it take you to get together )

Maybe 2 years, I feel like Jin wouldn't want to rush you into being with him. He'd want to get too know you first, and what your comfortable with, uncomfortable with. All that stuff before putting an actual label on everything.

U = Upset ( How do they act when you're upset. )

Panics a little, probably thinks he did something wrong that caused you to be upset. If he did do something wrong, he'll either start apologizing or trying to ignore you. Which lasts like 2 seconds.

V = Vaunt ( Do they like to show you off ? )

Hell yeah! He loves showing you off to literally everyone. I mean, how could he not. Your amazing, wonderful, beautiful, talented and much more.

W = Warrior ( how do they feel about you fighting ? Will they fight for you ? )

He'll definitely fight for you. Jin feels safer knowing that your not in any kind of danger. As for you fighting, he'll be a little hesitant about it at first. But with enough convincing, he might let you.

X = X-Ray ( How well are they able to read you )

I'm not to sure what this one means either.

Y = Yes ( How would they propose to you ? )

He'll try to be all romantic about it, wanting to wait a while before actually proposing to you. He might accidently spoil the whole thing and drop the ring or blurt something out that was meant to be a secret. But, if you still say yes after that. Then he's happy.

Z = Zen ( What makes them feel calm )

Your voice, he feels more relaxed when he's able to hear your voice. He always looks forward to coming back home and hearing you greet him. It sucks, though when he's on a long mission with the league and can't get back home in time. However, Jin will try calling you. Just to hear you ramble on about your day.

#twice x y/n #jin bubaigawara x reader #mha twice #mha x reader #mha villains x reader #mha headcanons #mha fluff

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swampstew · 2 years

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The Heist

Title: The Heist Word Count: 2.1K CW: 18+ only, Spicy, voyeurism, stalking, prompt, minor violence, minors DNI Eustass Kid X F!Reader ~ collab with @lawscorazon

Part 2 here

Eustass Kid slammed his metal arm on to the display table, destroying the glass frame and structure. Glass shattered and covered the carpeted flooring; cheap weapons littered the floor as the merchant backed away from the Supernova. His back to the wall, Kid stomped up to him and grabbed him by the throat.

“You know who I am, how dare you waste my time with this cheap fucking garbage,” he growled, squeezing the man’s throat close.

The man was gasping and with a last attempt to salvage the situation, began to point to the left of him. Kid almost ignored the action, wanting to let his bloodlust overtake him and simply kill the old fool for his ignorance. He tilted his head to the left and he barely loosened his grip on the man, allowing him to greedily suck air into his lungs.

“I’m sorry for making you wait, I was bringing these up from our vault,” a woman was standing by a doorway, pulling a three-tier cart behind her. From a glance, Kid could see the cart was loaded with different weapons. Sparing the old man a final glance the pirate backed off without warning, dropping the old merchant to the ground.

Stomping to the woman, Kid began to dig through the various pistols and swords, examining the quality of the steel, trying to find any imperfections or duds. Finding none, he clicked his tongue and shot the woman a glare.

“These are better but not good enough. What else do you have?”

She gave him a nervous look before glancing at the merchant. “It’s ok Y/N, take him to the vault.”

“Please follow me,” she humbly spoke, abandoning the cart and walking back through the door, Kid following closely behind her.

Descending the steep ramp, Kid spoke. “Y/N? That’s not a name I’ve heard before. You’re not from around here are you?”

Y/N shook her head, “That’s right. I came here a few months ago. Just trying to make some money and then I’ll be leaving again.”

They reached the basement floor and she led him to a vast vault door. Rotating the locking mechanism, Kid roughly pulled her aside and using his power, jerked the vault door open and walked inside. Annoyed that the merchant had in fact kept the good shit hidden away, Kid pilfered through the shelves and display cases.

“Are you looking for anything specific?” Y/N stood by the door as she watched the pirate.

“No,” he didn’t bother to explain himself. He never sought out specific weapons so much as he liked to see what was available and if anything sparked his interest. Finding several guns and daggers he liked, he grunted at the woman to indicate he was done.

The old merchant was not in the shop but he had left behind a note for the young woman. It was a short note: Give him whatever he wants and take whatever he is willing to pay. Try not to die. Close up shop when he’s done.

“Just you and me now,” Y/N scoffed, annoyed at the man’s cowardice that he would up and leave her alone.

A menacing grin spread on his painted lips, “old man too afraid to face me again?”

Nodding, she handed him the note. Letting out sharp laughter, Kid pulled out his money clip and slapped a large amount of berri on the table while Y/N wrapped his daggers into leather sheaths and bound his purchases into a single parcel.

Opening the register, Kid was confused when he saw the woman pulling out all the money and stacking it with the berri he had given her. She ducked below the table and struggled to carry up a heavy steel lockbox, slamming it on the table.

“Can you open this?”

“Why should I?” he mocked her.

“Fuck the merchant, I’m robbing him now.”

Kid was a little dumbfounded at the statement and without much thought, used his power to easily rip the door off the little safe. Y/N quickly pulled out more berri and added it to the pile on the table. Kid could hear the tinkling of treasure but before he could see what it was, Y/N handed him a bloated satchel.

“These are all his prized jewels and gold. Consider it your portion of this little heist. If you want to take anything else go for it, I don’t give a shit. Later,” she casually said as she slipped the stacks of berri into her purse and walked out the front door.

“Wh-what?” Kid stayed glued to the spot, unsure of what to make of everything that just happened. He quickly thumbed through the satchel and was surprised that she had given him all of it, the value in the bag was more than what he paid for and he was sure it was worth more than all the berri she had taken from the shop. He quickly exited the shop, eyes searching the semi-crowded village looking for Y/H/C.

Spotting Y/N’s head, he began to follow her from a distance. Kid quickly realized that she was headed towards the docks and he vaguely remembered there being some shitty excuses for rental rooms nearby where his ship was moored.

He wasn’t entirely sure why he was following her, no he was definitely just going the same direction because that’s where his ship is and that’s the justification he’s sticking to. However, once he saw her turn a corner and into one of the shitty rentals, he found himself stopping.

Shifting the parcel on his shoulder, he weighed his options. They would be leaving the next day so he had the time. On the other hand, did he really need to dick around and stalk some random yet very pretty woman? The answer was yes.

Making sure no one was watching him, he turned the same corner and walked around the perimeter of the room Y/N had entered. The rental unit was truly a piece of shit, the infrastructure was crumbling near the foundation, cracked and broken windows and there were some holes in the roof. He snuck himself in a narrow space where there were partially covered windows looking into Y/N’s rental.

Y/N was sitting at a table and counting her money, writing into a small notebook. After a few minutes, she put it all away into a small wooden box and began to stretch. Kid leered as her top lifted and he could see a roll of flesh. She moved to the end of the room and standing in front of the window he was at, she began to run water into a small, clawed bathtub. Kid shrunk back into the shadows, hoping the partially covered window gave him enough cover from being detected.

Apparently it had as the woman did not raise alarm. Staying in her same spot, she began to undress and stepped into the slowly filling tub. Kid’s eyes did not leave her form, entranced at her curves and nakedness as she began to lower her body into the hot water. He could feel his body reacting but he didn’t dare do anything about it just yet.

Y/N let out a loud, content sigh from the steamy bath. Speaking to herself, “hmm that pirate captain was pretty hot. Should have asked if he wanted to bang before I left. Oh well,” and she ducked her head underwater.

Grateful for her momentary absence, Kid’s jaw dropped from her statement as he pressed against the window, his eyes greedy for more. Kid glanced around to make sure he was alone before he began to palm his erection through his pants. Staring at her naked form in the water, he teased his length with slow motions as he drank in the sight of her. Perked nipples adorning her tits, wide hips, and chunky thighs he wanted to bite into, he groaned softly as he gripped himself harder.

Ducking out of sight again as Y/N’s head broke through the water, she laid her head back against the tub lip as she relaxed, a small hand towel covering her eyes and she occasionally wrung out a loofah over her body to rain warm droplets over her chest when she got chilly. Kid was moments away from walking to her front door when she raised her hands to her chest and began to gently tease her nipples.

Kid’s breath hitched as the woman let out a soft moan from her own actions. A private show? Oh FUCK yes. Feeling braver with her eyes shielded, Kid unbuttoned his pants and pulled his cock out, spitting into his palm and pumping himself while peeping through the window.

Y/N was massaging her body working slowly from her chest to her waist, caressing herself with delicate touches. One hand stayed on her titties as she kneaded them while her other hand drifted in between her legs. Kid stood tall for a better view and he nearly let his tongue hang as he watched Y/N rub small circles on her clit while she let out little whines of pleasure. She was increasing her speed on herself and Kid matched her pace on himself, working himself up as the coil of heat built up inside him.

“Ooh, yes right there,” she whimpered as she slipped her fingers inside her core and began pumping them in and out. “Mmm you feel so good, pirate,” she cooed, hips bucking against her hand sharply. Twisting his thumb over the head of his cock, precum leaked out helping lubricate his member and he began to buck into his hand as well, panting lightly.

Increasing his speed and grip, Kid internalized the vocalizations that tried to leave his mouth, hips jutting as he fucked into his hand while he watched Y/N bring herself to orgasm. Her face was twisted in pleasure as she let out soft wails while she rode her high, three fingers still working herself deep inside. When she pulled the digits out of her body and brought them to her mouth, Kid almost bashed his face through the window, desperate for a taste of her.

Not done with her bath, Y/N brought her hand back down to her clit and worked herself up quickly. Impatient for another release, she began to whisper out dirty things she wished Kid would do to her, still unaware that the man in question was jacking off to her outside. The Supernova listened to her breathy requests, silently agreeing to do them all to her if he found himself still wanting to fuck her when he was done.

“Fuck, I bet he has a huge cock too,” Y/N sighed, the water choppy from her rapid movements as she kept working herself. “I’d let him spread me out and fuck me stupid,” she moaned, on the edge of her second orgasm.

Kid heard her words and he was gone. The bubble inside him burst as his sloppy thrusts devolved into sharp bucking into his hand. His thick, white cum hit the window with soft sounds as he shot rope after rope from his orgasm. It ran down the window like rain droplets, racing to fall off the edge of the pane. Drops of his seed coated his hand too as he kept pumping through his own high, still watching the woman.

Satiated, he slipped himself back into his pants, head snapping up when he heard a frustrated groan. Y/N had stopped her ministrations, softly shaking her hand that had been doing all the work from the cramp she was enduring. “Goddamnit, right on the edge too,” she pouted, ripping the towel from her face and she began to exit the tub while it drained.

Cocky smile plastered on his face when he heard that, Kid wiped his hand on his pants and quickly glanced at his reflection from the second window before walking to her front door, knocking loud and rapidly.

Hearing cursing and movement from inside, Kid’s face remained the same as he propped his flesh arm against the door frame, waiting for the door to open. Y/N’s face turning red, eyes wide in shock when she found him like that.

“You! What, how did you find me?”

“The name is Kid, Eustass Kid. I have a habit of winding up exactly where I’m needed,” his salacious grin evident as he leered at her body.

She had hastily put on a long dress shirt but her nipples were perked against the cloth. He was willing to bet she wasn’t wearing underwear as he saw droplets of water still running down her thighs.

“There was something at the shop I wanted that I didn’t get. I’m here to collect.”

“What? But I gave you all the jewels and anything else you wanted!”

Nodding his head, his grin somehow getting wider. “Talking about you, girly. Now, you gonna keep me waiting outside or are you gonna invite me in so I can fuck you stupid?”

#kaizokuhub collab #18+#eustass kid #one piece fanfiction #eustass kid x reader #creative writing #eustasscaptainkid #collab piece #canva art #swampstew #swampstew stories #lawscorazon #one shot #female reader

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Part 2 here: "Now, let the Fun Begin!" — Medea's Little Secret - Part 2 (tumblr.com)

Medea's Little Secret - Part 3

Medea's room, DIO's Mansion The next day, sunset

It was already sunset, the sky was colored orange, yellow, and blue with pink clouds, Medea has spent most of the day looking through files of the Agents to see which one would be the proper owner for Cyndi, she was on the phone with Midler.

Medea: *On the phone* ....So you can't take her in?

Midler: I'm sorry Meds, I would love to take her in, but I can't look after her because of my job, y'know how many powerful guys wanted me to kill their enemies?

Medea: I understand, I'm sorry to bother you, Rose.

Midler: It's alright, take care sweetie, bye byyyyye~*hangs up*

Medea: *Let's out a tired sigh and flops on her bed back first* Uuuuugh.... no takers for today....

Cyndi: *Jumps on the bed with her* Mew~ *Licks her nose*

Medea: *Smiles* It's alright, Cyndi, we'll try again later.... *giggles* Stop it. *She gives her scratches* X3

Cyndi: *Purring*

Kenny G: *Sticking his head out of the crawl space* Medea, *Knocking on the walls* Hey Medea!

Medea: *Snaps out of it* Yeah? What is it?

Kenny G: You're fucked if you don't move, you got a code red!

Medea: *Stops* Code red?.... *Looks out the window and sees that the sky is still orange, but sun has set, filling her with dread* Oh shit, he's awake!? O_O

Kenny G: Yeah, he just finished "breakfast" and he's on his way down here, you better hide Cyndi right now.

Medea: Shit shit shit, *gets up* here, take her! [Tenore Sax] can hide her.

Cyndi: Mew~

Kenny G: I can't, Enyaba wants me to tend to the windows before it gets dark. *Goes away* Get your Stand to hide her.

Medea: Oh! *Face palms herself* Right, right. *Summons [Flogging Molly]*

[Flogging Molly]: Kiru?

Medea: *Gives them the kitten with a blue pipe cleaner* Here, hide in my wardrobe with Cyndi, and a pipe cleaner for her to play with.

*FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING*

[Flogging Molly]: *Nods* Kiru. *Goes inside*

Cyndi: Mew~

[Flogging Molly]: *Closes wardrobe*

Medea: *Hides litter box under the bed* No matter what happens, do not come out until I say so, *sprays bed with air freshener, top and bottom* just keep Cyndi safe.

*KNOCKING*

Medea: *Scared* Uh, coming! *Goes to the door and opens it*

DIO: *Stands there, shirtless, with his right fingers covered in blood from his latest "meal".*

Medea: *Trying to act professional* Good evening, sir.

DIO: *Sniffs the air* ...Hmmm, is that pine forest?

Medea: Oh yes, uh my room got a little stuffy so I thought air freshener would do it some good *puts it away*. So, what brings you here? Is there something wrong?

DIO: *Enters the room* I'm afraid so, *shuts the door behind him* my "breakfast" was rather *locks door* unsatisfying.

Medea: *Nervous* Oh? H-how so? *Holds her neck, getting an idea of what he's talking about*

DIO: *Slowly walks to her* She was delicious but.... *Licks the blood off his fingers* She failed to satisfy my "other desires", and my servants who are willing to do it are unfortunately busy, *stops in front of her* but D'Arby told me that you're free, so you'll have to do for now. *brushes his forefinger against her chin*

Medea: *Blushing and shivering* Ahh~

DIO: Besides, it's been a while since we've had some quality time together, why don't we enjoy ourselves for a while?

Medea: *Nervous* ....I-I suppose, my Lord.

DIO: So then.... will you do me the honors and "worship my body"?

Medea: *Gulps* ....As you wish, Master DIO. *In her mind* [Molly], please stay put and keep Cyndi hidden.

DIO: *He smirks as he removes her shawl* Good girl.... *He leans down to kiss her while unbuttoning her Egyptian gown, exposing her shoulders*

[Flogging Molly]: *In the wardrobe, getting angry at DIO's advances at their user while holding Cyndi, growling:* Kiruuuuuu....

An hour later

The sun has fully set, and the sky was a beautiful shade of dark blue, DIO walked out of the room, sweaty, lips dripping with blood, but fully refreshed, finally gaining the satisfaction he wanted.

Medea on the other hand was exhausted and sore, laying on her now messy bed on her side, wearing nothing but her Egyptian gown, which was carelessly thrown on her, covered in small bruises and sweat, her back also gained another bite mark to add to DIO's collection, hence why his lips bled.

[Flogging Molly]: *Leaves the wardrobe finally, they lock the door before hovering to check in on Medea* Kiru kiru....

Medea: *Tired* ....I'm fine [Molly], just get me my bathrobe and towel.

[Flogging Molly]: Kiru. *Goes to the other side of the room for it*

Medea: ............................

Cyndi: Mew~ *Woddles to Medea's face* Mew~ *Lick her nose again*

Medea: Hm?

Cyndi: *Curls up against her face*

Medea: ........*Tears formed*....*Holds the kitten close to her, breaks down crying against the kitten's fur*

[Flogging Molly]: .... *Sits next to their user, rubbing her left arm gently, allowing their user to get it all out*

- End of Part 3

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dangermousie · 2 years

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2022 dramas ranking so far

We are halfway through the year, so I am doing this. This is only for dramas that aired in 2022.

Note, I have not finished some of these yet but I’ve watched enough to have an opinion - they may move up or down when I complete but that is where they are for now. Also, this is not an argument for quality but purely what I love more and mostest!

From least fave to most:

TERRIBLE!!! PROOF OF GEHENNA

The Legendary Life of Queen Lau (C) - I am as allergic to this drama as its makers are to a coherent plot or decent acting.

Unforgettable Night (T) - like a BDSM session with wet noodles and no safe words.

Mirror: A Tale of Twin Cities (C) - as bad as it was expensive, and it was very expensive. I’ve seen cereal labels of more innate interest.

Kiss Sixth Sense (K) - more like Kiss No Sense

The Lady in Butcher’s House (C) - shrill and idiotic and ML is the only one who bothered to act.

Shooting Stars (K) - somehow managed to make the entertainment industry not entertaining.

Snowdrop (K) - its controversy was the most interesting thing about it.

Forecasting Love and Weather (K) - an actual weather forecast has more to recommend it for entertainment. Park Min Young does the same role over and over and over, and I will never get how Song Kang became a star.

Decreed by Fate (C) - my list said I watched it but I literally cannot remember anything about it which says its own story.

Because of Love (C) - amazing chemistry, trash story.

I AM SIR MEH FROM THE TOWN OF MEH

Woori the Virgin (K) - tried to be kooky and charming ended up just kooky.

Love Like a Melody (C) - you could do worse if you want a cheap light bit of fun, but you can do better too.

Rewriting Destiny (C) - not terrible but only has enough material for a couple of eps. However it goes for 24.

Showtime Begins (K) - Park Hae Jin is FINE, the rest not so much.

The Autumn Ballad (C) - tries to be low rent Minglan, ends up just low rent instead.

Moonshine (K) - this drama about moonshine is enough to turn anyone into an alcoholic.

Defying the Storm (C) - do you love communism? Well, so does this drama. Really really really! Cool fashion and very solid performances, however.

Tomorrow (K) - you have one cool story and blah one. Which one do you focus on? If you said the latter, congrats, you are this drama.

Royal Feast (C) - so beautiful. But so is a painting and I don’t need to spend hours staring at it.

The King of Tears Lee Bang Won (K) - very old school with all the pluses and minuses that brings. I think if you imported this in 1999, it would be a smash hit.

The Jinx’s Lover (K) - interesting premise but NIW is clearly a hard limit for me.

Cafe Minamdang (K) - that heroine is enough to kill a drama singlehandedly, but it’s also I just don’t do well with broad comedies.

A Dream of Splendor (C) - you know how some cool kids hate popular things? I am the cool kid here.

WORTH A LOOKSEE

25 21 (K) - I stopped halfway through for life reasons and never went back when I saw the fandom meltdown after the ending, but it was certainly well acted and decently written.

Again My Life (K) - I am not big on romanceless procedurals which is what this really is, but Lee Junki is excellent in this.

F4 Thailand (T) - either I am getting too old for this story or I have seen it too many times. This is a perfectly well done adaptation of Hana Yori Dango but I found myself losing interest about a third in, alas.

The Wind Blows from Longxi (C) - I wanted to love it but did not. Still, it’s gorgeous and well-acted.

Believe In Love (C) - sometimes all you need is adorableness and sugar. Not advisable for diabetics.

Reset (C) - I almost never enjoy modern cdramas but I did this one.

My Villain Husband (C) - funny, short and sharp!

Who Rules the World (C) - I did not love it as much as I wanted, but it’s gorgeous (and I am not just referring to the cast) and if you want to watch a romance with wuxia elements, you could do worse.

Military Prosecutor Doberman (K) - two badasses against the world. Yes, please.

Love in the Flames of War (C) - China does telenovela and it’s delicious.

Our Blues (K) - very good, very solidly acted slice of life. I am not big on omnibus story format but despite it being relatively low on my subjective list, objectively it’s probably the best drama I’ve seen this year.

City of Streamer (C) - it loses steam in the last quarter, but until that it’s a deliciously decadent romance with truly insane chemistry between a dark, ruthless older heroine and her devoted charge whose father she is trying to bring down. For those with a governess fetish.

My Sassy Princess (C) - it’s a trifle but it’s mad addictive and the chemistry! It has its flaws and the story is flimsy as tissue paper but honestly, it’s a fever delight.

Gold Panning (C) - I almost never enjoy contemporary cdramas but this gritty, dark story of desperate people involved in greed and murder while mining gold is so good!

The Blue Whisper (C) - a gorgeous xianxia romance hard carried by Allen Ren as naive turned vengeful merman. It might go up higher once I finish it.

KinnPorsche (T) - it didn’t end up as good as the first half promised, but it was still such a fun watch. Gay mob boys, you made my spring and summer!

THE LAND OF UNSTINTING ADORATION

Bulgasal (K) - objectively it was flawed. Subjectively it was everything I love in terms of tropes and leads and romance. I still swoon thinking of it.

Bad and Crazy (K) - so gonzo, so funny, so off kilter so full of Lee Dong Wook hotness!

Old Fashion Cupcake (J) - this was short and slight and seemingly with no great stakes or plot but this narrative about two men finding each other over dessert is better than the best cupcake you ever had

Bloody Heart (K) - it didn’t end up as dark as it started but it was still smart and dark and visually utterly eye popping (hands down, the most beautifully shot kdrama I’ve seen all year) and all the performances? MMMM

Link: Eat Love Kill (K) - proof that first impressions can be deceptive. I’ve dropped it after the first ep, put off by the jarring tonal shifts and then saw some gifs and went back. Now 11 eps in, it’s my baby and the tentative romance, the trauma and healing, the mysteries, and the main characters I want to protect forever are my jam.

Alchemy of Souls (K) - this is the first Hong Sisters drama I’ve loved in well over a decade - the plot, the characters and how desperate and extra they are, the EVERYTHING!!!!

Love like the Galaxy (C) - this is visually amazing, the romance is to die for, and I love that the narrative allows both the hero and the heroine be ruthless and damaged and oh my GOD I am swooning so hard for this epic period romance tailored explicitly to my tastes.

Heroes (C) - my favorite drama this year (so far?), this wuxia dark epic with bromance and romance and loss and complicated characters and out of this world visuals and great performances is everything I could have dreamed of in my wildest fever dream and then some.

#cdrama #kdrama #jdrama #thai show

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Self Study: Methods Of Food Preservation

Water Bath Canning: Food packed in liquid, within jars, and submerged in boiling water for a period of time to expel air and destroy microorganisms. After removal, the jars create their own vacuum seal as they cool.

Kills most spoilers, making it safe for food with a PH of 4.5 of less- so foods that are naturally high in acidity, or which have been appropriately acidified for the process (such as through pickling).

Pressure Canning: Same as Water Bath, but uses pressure to sustain higher temperatures for longer periods of time.

This kills all known spoilers, including the Botulinum Bacterium, making it appropriate even for non-acidic and low acid foods.

Pressure Canners should not be confused for Pressure Cookers; Presto and All American sell dependable Slide-Lock models for beginner Pressure Canners.

Salt Curing: Coating food with dry salt and various aromatic spices in order to draw out moisture and eliminate various environmental contaminates.

Be sure to use non-reactive materials (especially avoiding aluminum).

Sugar Curing: Similar to Salt Curing but with Sugar instead. The Sugar Syrup produced is also typically reintroduced afterwards.

Likewise requires non-reactive materials.

Oil Curing: Foods that have already been cured (typically by Salt Curing) are covered in an Oil or other Fat in order to create an impenetrable barrier against environmental contaminates.

Never store raw Garlic in oil as it's most well known to harbor the Botulinum toxin.

Also has the downside of only being useful in recipes where you will be using oil anyways.

Pickling: Blanched or raw food packed in an Acid (Vinegar) or Wet Brine, or Acid-Brine solution; should be water bath processed.

Likewise requires non-reactive materials; Vinegar corrodes Iron, Copper, Brass, and even Galvanized metals. So make sure to use Plastic, Ceramic, Enamel, or quality Stainless Steel.

Also requires fresh products or the final product risks being mushy- though you can add a "firming agent" like food grade Lime (Calcium Hydroxide) or Alum (Potassium Aluminum Phosphate / Ammonium Aluminum Sulfate).

Always use Kosher Salt (heaping spoons) or Pickling Salt (level spoons), but never use table salt.

Always use 5% acidity Vinegars for Acid bases, and non-Chlorinated soft water for Brine bases.

Smoking: Using smoke to dry food and create a natural cover of Carbon and Wood Oil that seals the surface and creates an environment hostile to microbial growth.

Hot smoking used raw foods and temps between 125f and 350f, fully cooking food in the process.

Cold smoke only infuses flavor into already cured items.

Freezing: Not an appropriate long term solution as it technically doesn't stop spoilers- though it does slow them; proper defrosting and cooking will kill them later.

This is from my own notes during independent study after my formal Master Gardener Training. If you found this helpful or interesting, please consider Tipping or Leaving a Ko-Fi (being Disabled, even $1 helps); you can see my other "Original Content" here.

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The Devil Makes Yet Another Deal

People boarded the plane like any other time, followed the instructions accordingly, and proceeded to their seats. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Yet.

This is the story of an event where not everything was as it was supposed to be.

~o~

On one particular flight, the LAA 457, from Buenos Aires, Argentina, to Quito, Ecuador, anyone with any ailment who used the restroom would be cured immediately. Relief was felt instantly.

All illnesses would be gone.

There was a presence there. It was immaterial, like a hologram, and it spoke of a deal impossible to refuse.

There was only one condition. You couldn't reveal who you encountered inside.

By now, the readers know who I'm referring to, and as it turns out, I am one of the beneficiaries.

But I digress.

We will know him as “Mr. Happen.”

No one could make any sense of these encounters. How is it possible that He, of all people or spirits, would be the one with such an ability for healing?

It didn't matter for any of those who were terminally ill and about to die. Not only now they won’t, but there's no sign of the previous illness.

Cancers, brain tumors, decaying organs, heart, lung, and kidney issues. All were totally and completely gone.

Science could not explain it, and neither could physics professors.

Mr. Happen would only see one person at a time, and he agreed upon a contract. A contract for one's lasting life in return for unspeakable acts of malice.

In order to qualify for a certain number of years, your deeds had to match in quality. He explained that in detail, and it was not very pleasing.

The individual's actions and their deviousness were the deciding factors.

So, he explained, just doing something terrible wasn't enough. It had to have more dire consequences. For example, if you killed your brother, that would give you a number—maybe adding a year to your life—but if you lied and destroyed his reputation during the funeral, you'd get quite a bit more. And so forth and so on. He wanted to cause as much discord as possible.

Everything was multiplication and arithmetic. Add and subtract, divide, or multiply. Eventually, life itself would take it to a different level. Algebra equations.

Then quantum mechanics.

Mr. Happen was on a mission.

People would earn or lose points depending on the way they achieved evil deeds.

But to Mr. Happen, the way you get there was what was most important. How can one produce the most elaborate way of creating more complications after the initial act?

Nobody wanted to hear the details. They were all willing to save their skin and do whatever was necessary to live as long as possible.

Life. More time on earth. That's all that counts.

Everybody wanted to participate. Unfortunately, mothers too, especially those with many young children, toddlers! Those were high on the list. They had a very high number in Mr. Happen’s book.

Sacrificing one or two could add ten whole years to mum’s life!

Naturally, hysteria ensued. The state of the world didn't help matters, either. Lately, everybody has been dying of something. If it wasn't one thing, it was another.

It got to the juncture where the now-landed plane had to be closed off and surrounded by authorities, but not for security. They sealed access to it so they could confer with Mr. Happen themselves.

So, Mr. Happen came up with a solution. He gave instructions to build bathrooms everywhere, just like the one on the LAA flight. Exactly to a “T”.

There was no need for the plane, just the bathrooms.

Within days, as more and more people were dying for unknown reasons, probably of some plague, the hysteria turned into chaotic madness. No one was safe. At one point, it got so bad that people were committing the most brutal crimes, taking videos and notes, and rushing to confess to Mr. Happen and get their due credit.

Everything stopped: travel, vacations, going to work, social gatherings—all ceased to exist.

People were dropping dead everywhere, some holding the evidence of their malicious acts in their hands. They died before they could ‘collect’.

People have erected Boeing plane bathrooms in the most unexpected places. Inside churches!

The idea was to hold on to religion, even though it was completely hypocritical and phony. But they held to their faiths tightly, even if they had to work with the dev….oops!

End of Part 1

(Blurb from the upcoming Part 2):

The world was unrecognizable. No one was acting normal. The disease affected millions, but only a few individuals were spared. Scientists couldn’t come up with a denomination for it. Worse, it seems to mutate or have the faculty to disappear right in front of the technician’s equipment. Then it would reappear again without any sense of logic. One day, it was one virus; the next day, it would be ten. Most were deadly. Some were quick; others would kill the person so slowly that many lost their minds.

Seeing such horrors, Mr. Happen saw an opportunity to make even more contracts, so out of his own will, he produced clones of himself to accommodate the surge in “customers.”

Everyone wanted to go to the bathroom.

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#life #humanity #fiction #devil #paranormal #suspense

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ngce · 3 months

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I'm dying.

You're dying.

41% of men will get cancer sometime in their life. Given that our environment is more toxic than ever and only trending that way, let's just call it an even 50%. Mix that in with car accidents and all of the random tragic happenings of life, it's safe to say that our days are numbered.

I've been trying to take care of my health. Eating organic foods. Losing weight. Staying away from EMF. Heavy metal detox. Taking countless supplements. Acupuncture. Air purifiers. Going to physical therapy. Using a vibration plate. Hahahah it's insane

All for what?

Sure, taking care of your health matters. Live longer and have a higher quality for what? There are so many days I just waste. I am done with trying to earn God's love by my works. My good works are nothing but filthy rags. I know all of my hope can only rest in JESUS CHRIST but I want to make the most of my time. I want to honor God for the rest of my days. I am such a lazy ambitious person. There is so much TALK and not much walking in my life.

I think many of us want to live a long life. Isn't it less about the age we get to but what we do with the time we do have? I know this is a recurring thought for many people, especially for me. What terrifies me is how often I find how little my life has changed after meditating on this truth. It sounds crazy but some days I wonder if my life would be better with cancer. If it would allow me to really live my life to the fullest. I obviously do not want cancer and am doing everything I can to stay healthy but.... what if knowing I had cancer today with 3 years left to live would give me the "AHA" moment that I need to really live each day purposefully for God's kingdom instead of at this lazy pace and getting killed in a car accident two years from now?

The obvious answer is to live a focused life PERIOD. That's always the move. God, please change me. Stamp eternity on my eyeballs. Don't allow me to compromise your mission. Help me stay focused and locked in on serving you. Make me into a servant. I am done being the main character. Help me to pour myself out into others so that they'll become successful. I want to be last. Help me to love others. God, please continue to transform me. Help me to love others sacrificially. Jesus, you are the only hope I have. I am lost without You. May I be a sign that points others to You. God, make me small.

#christianity #christian #gospel

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Red Lights Red Flags

Chapter 3 - Shadows

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☆ Content: 18+ MDNI, f!reader, ronin!toji, courtesan!reader, jjk historical au, mentions of murder, past non-con, forced prostitution, degradation (not by toji), pet names, trauma, angst, mutual pining

☆ Word Count: 2k

A week has passed since the rumors began and yet, still no sign of Toji. Not just him either, no member of the Zenin Clan has stepped foot in the brothel and it was beginning to drive you crazy.

You sat there at your window, eyes wandering the streets below for anyone that looks remotely similar to Toji. All the while in your head, thoughts ran rampant over whether he was safe or worse, if he grew bore of idle chatter with you.

There really isn’t much reason for you to think that, but we can’t control our intrusive thoughts. The longer this goes on, the worse it’ll get. All you can hope is that your answer will come soon enough.

Among the many words in your head, you can’t help but remember Shion’s words.

“Are you falling in love?”

Your body melts into the windowsill, head buried in your arms. “Oh Shion, I think I already am…”

Toji on the other hand has a perfect view of your form from where he stands, watching you long from your window like a princess locked in her tower. It hurts him to see you like this, so he keeps his presence hidden.

But why?

Toji knows he wants to see you again, hear your voice, know if you’re okay. He’s been wanting it more than you can possibly imagine, but what if you knew the truth?

Sure, he told you he’d kill those men for you, but words are words. What would you think when you find out about the blood on his hands, beyond those four torturing souls?

You.

The woman who has bared witness to the horrors man are capable of; hurt one too many times and still trying to live. He doesn’t want to add to your suffering so he finds himself questioning if protecting you from the shadows is the path he should take to ensure your survival.

Since acquiring the title of Marigold, you’ve become more respected in the brothel, no longer the low-ranking fledgling from before. The quality of your clientele now is a plus, and with Shion vouching for you, life isn’t so bad.

While admiring the moon from your window seat, the doors to your room slide open with a shrill voice filling the air, “So let me get this straight… you stole my favorite customer, and then chased him away? Is that it?”

Begrudgingly, you bow to the woman. “Botan.”

“Save the pleasantries,” she spits. “Don’t think you’re special now that you were given a name on your collar. You’re just a glorified weed.”

Her insult is rich considering she’s the one who told you to “remember your place,” and the fact that she has a flower title as well.

“I’m willing to bet you couldn’t even please him properly with a body like yours so he had to run off to some other brothel.”

Instead of picking a fight after what happened last time, you held your ground with as best a calm expression as you could. Toji’s resting face, in all its glory.

She scoffs, “Nothing to say? No matter. You won’t make it far anyways with that witch watching over you.” A sadistic smile tugs at her lips. “I’ll have the joys of plucking your sorry ass out of here when the time comes.”

In that moment, you swear you could hear the cawing of crows outside your window, much to Botan’s dismay at such… unusual timing. She huffs out of annoyance before storming out of the room.

Later in the night, you had a brand-new client. A young, inexperienced guy with a fresh paycheck to splurge who thought a brothel was the perfect place to go.

Don’t need a trained eye to see that much.

He currently sits upright on a floor cushion, eyes trained to the floor with his cheeks red as could be. You wonder if he’s here on a dare or coercion since he did arrive with a few other most likely coworkers.

“S-so uh– what… happens now?”

Inexperienced and timid. Better than most clients, that’s for sure.

“What would you like to do? I can feed you, sing, dance, whatever you’d like for the allotted time.”

An audible gulp can be heard from the man, and you can’t help but feel reminded to how you were the first dozen times you’ve had to deal with clients. Going through the whole spiel has gotten easier in time, even if you’re just auto-piloting it while your brain shuts down.

…Maybe this can work in your favor?

“Master?” You move closer, fluttering your eyelashes.

“Y-y-y-yes?” He gulps again.

“I was wondering… could you tell me about the outside? Any rumors you might’ve heard?” You tap your finger against your chin, offering a salacious smile. “It might help in getting you to relax.”

He’s taken aback, brows knitting in confusion. “Huh? Rumors?”

“Haven’t you heard? There’s someone going around murdering people. It’s so frightening,” you say all nice and coy. You feel bad teasing him like this, but if this is how you get your up-to-date information, then so be it.

“Oh… right, those rumors.” His expression morphs away from nervousness to that of awkwardness. “They haven’t caught the guy yet, but now they’re saying the men killed were troublemakers around here. Only four have been found though, all killed in the same night and in the same exact way.”

You’re nearly certain this was in fact Toji’s doing, but that doesn’t answer the question of why he hasn’t shown up yet. Sure, it’s scary to think how capable of a killer he is, but what do you expect from a samurai? He hasn’t done you any harm. There has been plenty of chances to do so, anyways.

The rest of the time with the stranger is thankfully uneventful. He calmed down a lot but ended up chickening out of anything sexual in favor of a nice meal and chitchat. Unlucky for him, but better for you.

At least now you have the chance to gaze out the window once more before your shift comes to an end and sleep can consume you. Something draws your eyes to an alleyway across the street, and you find a moonlit shadow fading to black before you’re able to even register what you saw. Your first thought is if that was Toji, and that alone causes you to sigh and sink into the wooden frame.

From the darkness of your mind, Botan’s words come back to haunt you. Was it you? Are you the reason he won’t come by anymore? You used to never be conscious of yourself until the day you became a courtesan.

It’s plausible there’s some other explanation for everything. Toji found you at your weakest and took away something that hurt you. Maybe he just treated it as contract like any other samurai for their master. Maybe you’re just overthinking it given your trauma.

Your father didn’t love you enough, why else would he choose to sell you to an awful way of living where every day you’re degraded for every little thing. Every detail about yourself, everything you do wrong. At the end of the day, are you worth enough to be loved?

You pull away from the window as the sun peaks over the horizon, shutting it closed before wrapping yourself up in your futon. If these sheets could act as your chrysalis, then maybe there’s hope for you to one day blossom into a beautiful butterfly.

…

“You’re in some deep shit now, Zenin.”

“Fuck off, Shiu. They deserve worse than what I did to ‘em.”

The brown-haired man sighs, taking a drag from his pipe. “Maybe you’ll regret it when you hear what your clan has decided.”

“I don’t give a shit what they have to say,” he growls in response.

“You could’ve at least tried to make it look like someone else. It’s obvious to anyone who knows you.”

Toji ponders for a moment, ultimately sighing as well out of frustration rather than empathy. “Yeah, well this would’ve happened sooner or later. I’d rather it now.”

When evening rolls around, you had already been notified to prepare yourself and Shion for the guests of honor.

The Zenin Clan.

Shion’s already good to go, but she’s requested to do your hair for you. It’s as if she knows it’s just what you need to help keep you relaxed.

“Hey Shion?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Do you know anything about those men who were killed?”

She closes her eyes and hums, her pace with the brush not faltering once. “I believe you already understand everything there is to know.”

“So it was them…” you sigh, “Do you think Toji will be here with them tonight?”

“I do not,” she replies, tucking a few stray pieces of hair back. “Do not let it distraught you, my little Marigold. If I were you, I wouldn’t let worry consume you.”

Little late for that one, you think to yourself.

After everything’s done and ready, you and the other members of Shion’s garden follow closely behind, posturing yourselves before the esteemed clan of samurais. “Welcome, Masters,” you all chant in unison.

The men take their respective seats, and while there’s no sign of Toji, your stomach flips at the sight of Botan and her garden. Every courtesan had their place, and sadly you were relegated to a new face from the clan, a child.

Who even brings a kid to a brothel?

The Zenins spend their time drowning in liquor, chatting away over typical nonsense and goals for the future. Eventually, the atmosphere settles to an uncomfortable silence. So silent you could hear a pin drop.

One of the lanky men clears his throat, “We’re really going through with this, aren’t we?”

“Of course, we can finally be rid of that stain for good,” replies a man triple the size. Your eyes widen at the incoming threat, knowing full well who they’re discussing.

“Seems like a waste of money to set up a bounty on his head when we could just do it ourselves.”

“We’ve tried that before and it didn’t work,” an older man speaks up. “This is the right way to avoid any questions towards the power we hold over the people. We don’t need to dirty our hands dealing with him.”

“Toji cannot be allowed to spit on our family name as he pleases. Should’ve had him killed before he came of age.”

The bottle you hold slips in your grasp, spilling a few drops near the child at your side.

“Watch it, whore,” he spits, surprisingly more venomous than you’d expect for a child. “This robe costs more than your pathetic self.”

You drop yourself into a bow, “I’m terribly sorry, Master!”

The other Zenins shoot you a cold glare for interrupting them, all while Botan can barely contain her cruel self from laughing. Shion redirects the attention of the clan head, and the rest settle in time. For the rest of the night, your thoughts are an unrelenting blur, covering up the voices of the room until all it is just noise.

Does Toji even know about this? His own family wants him dead and is putting a bounty on him? Where the hell are you, Toji!?

You felt more nauseous than ever, practically sprinting back to your room the moment you could. You slam the door shut, falling to the floor, and tucking your knees to your chest. No longer are you able to hold back your tears from freely falling.

It doesn’t matter to you anymore why he stopped showing up, if anything, you just want the chance to warn him so he can escape and live.

A cold breeze picks up throughout the room, drawing your eyes to the wide-open window and the snow-covered ledge. You wipe your eyes with your sleeve, walking over to shut the opening.

Darkness fills the room in the absence of light, but as you turn away, a shadow creeps forward that causes your heart to leap from your chest until a familiar voice calls out your name.

“Did you miss me?”

☆ Notes: slow burn pining :) next chapter gonna have a little spice to it

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