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planet-poptropica · 2 months

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⋆ So....I was scrolling through Instagram the other day and I saw one those fav character charts, and I thought it would be fun to make my own! ⋆

⋆ Poptropica mutuals, tell me about your favs, not just your main favs, your side favs! I will include the transparent version below, and my explanation to my choices down below if you are interested! I'm interested to see your choices. ⋆

⋆ Tada! Have fun! ⋆

⋆ Now, an explanation to my choices: ⋆

⋆ Your Favorite: Director D ⋆

I think it's no surprise to ANYONE that knows me that Director D has always been my favorite, since day 1. There was a moment where he was almost replaced by Binary Bard, but he is a close second. Director D is my favorite because he is associated to my nostalgia of a time when I was obsessed with being a spy or ninja when I was a kid. (Spy kids may have played a BIG role in that.) Playing as an agent in that island was so exciting for me, but I do remember having trouble with certain parts like the decoder. (In hindsight I probably would be horrible spy XD.) Now that I'm older, his island is still one of my favs for that reason, but it's not my number one. I wish we could have gotten a bit more backstory for him, but, what can you do. (But create a backstory for him and I have.)

⋆ You Relate To: Black Widow ⋆

Black widow is a character I don't really talk about or draw like....ever, which is crazy because she's probably the character I relate to the most, just like many other artist do too I'm sure. I relate to her in the way of being jealous of other people's art success, and the constantly comparing yourself to others. They say you are your worst critic after all. I don't so much anymore. I'm actually proud of where I am in my art journey, but I used to do that a lot when I was younger, especially when I just started doing digital art.

You won't catch me stealing or ruining other people's art though... girl what-

⋆ Your Favorite Design: Ringmaster Raven ⋆

Look at him, 'nuff said. His design is amazing. I love the color palette, the mask used to cover his true look, the raven theme with the wings and mask, the hat with eyes, everything. His design is the best because it matches with the overall theme of the island, it being a MONSTER CARNIVAL, and he is the Ringmaster. I remember how hipped I was when his island trailer released. One of the best islands for sure.

⋆ Is Underrated: Count Bram⋆

Yeah, remember when I was constantly drawing him for a short period of time? It's for a reason. I love my vampire peepaw who's confused about everything. I'm curious, do people consider him a villain? I kind of don't for the reason that he kidnapped Katya because he thought she was Anabelle, and once he was cured and was bought back to reality, he apologized for it because he didn't know. You want to talk about villain? Christopher is the real villain, you can't change my mind. Anyway, I was looking at the old art I drew of him, and he looked familiar to me. Then it all came together. You know who he reminds of? Exactly? Simon Petrikov, you know, Ice King from Adventure Time? Not only do they have the same hair style and would have the same personality, but they were both humans at some point with a partner, and once they became what they became, all they thought about was their partner, aka Anabelle and Betty.

Poof, mind blown. Vampire peepaw deserves more love.

⋆ You'd get along with IRL: Amelia ⋆

Amelia is another character I don't really talk about or draw, mainly because I associate her with the new era of Poptropica. But, I don't think that's fair. Amelia is actually a very sweet character that I think little me would have appreciated if she came to the game sooner. I would probably get along with her really well, considering how silly, and nice she is. Not to mention, her love for cute stuff. Imagine her unicorn bedroom but replaced with bunnies. That's my room right now. I think that even traveling with her would be really fun. She would have gotten under the "you relate to" category too but I didn't want Amelia on here twice. XD

⋆ And finally...Your Favorite Side Character: Dr. Spyglass ⋆

I... do not know how to explain this one. Dr. Spyglass only gets a few words of dialog, and we know nothing about him in canon, besides him working for HQ, and being an eye doctor. I won't lie, I actually had a crush on this guy years ago, hence why I shipped him with Muddy. (I cringe at that ship now. XD) Probably because...he looks like Director D...with a lab coat. >_> Look at both of them and TELL ME they are not related, I dare you. My version of them are. I love the idea of this silly scientist being hired by his brother after failing the entry agent exam, not because he pitted him, but because he understood how incredibly smart he was and is. Constantly being compared to his brother and what he could have been. So, you can say I like MY version of him... a lot.

I should dedicate a post to him some day, eh?

#poptropica #favorite character chart #this post made me realize that my favs are characters #that don't have any backstory XD #just things I made up #besides widow and raven #i wouldn't consider widow a fav though #darn #i should have included one that said fav character because of their island #binary bard would fall under that category #dr. hare is a fav too and he would have gone into the favorite design category because #bnnuy..#but raven has the best design overall in my opinion #feel free to draw them if you want #or be lazy like me hgdhsj #i just want to learn your favs #tell me everything 👀

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ape-of-no-state · 7 months

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Shout outs to the time that me, being an immature idiot afraid of loneliness, got into a weird trasing/flirting thing with someone on discord. Who, when I tried to share my fear of being unable to feel emotions like a normal human, told me that "emotionally unavailable gorls are hot" or something like that. Fun.

#rant #vent #text post #reading cool smut made me realize that shit was unhealthy #i was like holy shit you're supposed to have boundaries and respect #holy shit i am not supposed to be walked over everytime #i deserve to be listened to! my feelings are worth it!#thank you penislover69 for teaching me relationships 101 thru having my fav media characters have nasty but respectful sex

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danothan · 2 years

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after getting those asks yesterday and talking to a few friends abt it, i think i'm comfortable using the term aromantic for myself now! they pointed out a lot of things abt myself that i thought was an Everyone Experience and it's been incredibly relevatory and euphoric ngl. ofc i still have a lot of life to live and if it turns out that i'm not, then i'm not, but for the time being it feels right. thank you to everyone that helped me realize this abt myself, i'm so happy rn 😊

#danbles #the amount of 'holy shit' moments ive had in the past 24 hrs has been intense #it seems so obvious in hindsight but my love for the concept of love made me put it off #even tho i always turned down my crushes callously without realizing #or that i'd get irrationally upset when ppl interpret my behavior as flirtatious/romantic (which is often)#or how i never understood why ppl insisted on monogamy #ah the classic polyamorous to aromantic pipeline #it's like ppl who thought they were bi before realizing they were ace #it all makes sense now #it's funny that my fav holiday is valentines day and my fav aesthetic is lovecore #oh my god i just remembered i used to have a ton of aroace ocs that were actually matchmakers/cupid themed #*holds up mirror to myself* BITCH THATS YOU!!!#wow this is so funny laying it all out bc its like. fucking duh #i think the only problem now is that i wont be able to call my fav characters my husband/wife anymore </3 #ykw idc i can still call them babygirl gender neutral #nothing romantic abt it babey jayce is my babygirl and we go thrifting every week #how do i keep derailing my own posts anyway time to project aromantic hcs onto a bunch of characters now #starting with jinx. you will be aromantified.#(sorry ekko you never had a chance to begin with 😭)

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galactic-rhea · 3 months

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WDYM Anakin is Luke and Leia's dad

I dunno if this post will reach the Star Wars fandom but I hope it does because I'm sure you all will get a good laugh at me.

As of recent I have developed a good hiperfixation for Star Wars, the thing is I knew nothing. NOTHING about Star Wars besides the fact it had aliens and...a war...in space? And funny swords. And main character is Luke or something, I spent over 20 years ignoring anything about Star Wars and somehow missing most references out there.

And recently, literally less than a month ago I saw a gif and said to my partner "oh this guy this guy looks cool, this gif looks nice" and he said "Oh well, he's a good character." And it all developed into me watching Clone Wars, the animated series you know and...and I was kinda blown away, on my opinion the show IS GREAT. And I love every character and their interactions, I love how much they focus on side characters, and they all seem very well written. I got hiperfixated really fast and saw Anakin and I was like "Omg, babygirl. He's a blorbo now."

And because of the show, this was super unexpected, but somehow I also got, really got, into the ship with Padmé because omg, cool woman. Literal happy squeaky noises of someone who was in a bad state and needed some good ol' distraction and comfort.

Now, like I said I knew nothing about Star Wars as a whole. And I still haven't watched the movies, besides the ocassional gif?

So imagine my shock, my surprise, my...bewilderment when I realized.

"Wait a minute, LUKE IS ANAKIN'S SON?! HOLY-"

Ladies, gentleman, and others, I think I came very late to this party and I don't even know how it took me so long.

Not only that, but because of this sudden love for the series, I went to my friends circle like "BESTIE, GUESS WHAT, I HAVE A NEW BLROBO AND A NEW FAV SHIP AND EEEP"

And my friends are like "omg that's amazing, what is it?"

I tell them, and of course they all know these characters and they all react like they know this very bad secret fact and I got told several times already "Please, don't watch the episodes 2 and 3 alone, it will hurt."

I feel like blissfully walking among rainbows and blue skies while everyone else know that my future is doomed. Somehow.

(Uncomfortable silence)

Not only that, but then I spent a whole deal of time thinking "Where the heck I have seen these guys" cus there was some fmailiarity I couldn't just point out and then one day I woke up, brushed my teeth and of all sudden I realized and it was such a shock.

Do you know how SURREAL is to get very into a character, and into a ship, and then realize they're the same from that super widespread meme that has been around for who knows how much time?

I swear I thought that meme was from some old medieval fantasy movies or something.

But alas, Star Wars now is EVERYWHERE. People do references to Star Wars ALL THE TIME and it's just now I'm catching them.

I got spoilers. From a meme. In a youtube review that had nothing to do with Star Wars hah. Everything is a spoiler, the world is an apparent spoiler. Now I'm here, trying to avoid spoilers from something everyone seems to know, even my family knows. It's so surreal and I wouldn't have it any other way 😂

Anyways, if you read until here, know that a wild ride still waits me, cuz I'm only starting Season 3 of Clone Wars and I don't plan to watch the movies until I finish the series.

And yes, I made this blog just to ramble freely about SW and draw stuff because it sparked my inspiration after a long art block.

Have this doodle I drew after watching the two first episodes, my offering for you reaching this far.

Note: Wouldn't Anakin and Padmé's ship name be Animé? Cuz that's hilarious.

#rambling #star wars #star wars fandom #anakin skywalker #darth vader #the clone wars #sw tcw #tcw #tcw fanart #clone wars

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chrollohearttags · 3 months

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long winded ass post I contemplated not writing but did it anyways. read if you’d like or ignore lmao.

so I feel as though this kind of goes without saying but a lot has changed on tumblr and the vibe has shifted a lot, sadly, not for the better either :/ I thought about this for a while and although last week, I was not posting any new content due to the strike, I’ve decided to step away from writing in general after this month. I could sit here and go on a tangent about how it’s the ‘algorithm’ and ‘dying fandoms’ but to me, this boils down to the fact that I refuse to exhaust myself to be unappreciated + disrespected. That’s not to say I’m ungrateful to everyone who reblogs and comments on my works all the time because I am incredibly grateful! I love each of you and I look forward to reading your tags/thoughts. However, it’s not lost on me that the anime fandom in general is becoming shrouded in toxicity and many of us are being pushed away. We’re in an age where people are seen as content machines and not humans so others feel entitled to their art and feel no need to be kind, understanding or empathetic to that person’s feelings. I’m not wasting my time trying to teach people manners that they should’ve learned a long time ago. I refuse to share my craft with people like that. And to say the quietest part out loud: y’all don’t want black writers around, PERIOD. One scroll through the dash shows that much. As someone who’s written primarily for AOT (not changing btw) and specifically the black side of the fandom, it’s almost laughable at the extreme lengths that ppl have gone through to see it be erased. And I don’t mean getting fics hit with labels or reporting (that failed so they switched to plan B.) since I began back writing in 2020-21, it was obvious that it was the most popular among black girls and I remember ppl telling me to write for them. Hell, it’s the sole reason I even watched. Needless to say, I fell in love with the show and it holds a special place in my heart. However, I realized I didn’t need any of the original material. Not only that, in all the years I’ve been writing, it’s the first time I’ve seen so many black girls resonating and happy with a group of characters. It was the first and only time I’ve seen stories where I didn’t feel as though them being a black character was a hidden secret or toned down to appeal to others (no shade). It was in my face and proud, even if I didn’t personally resonate with the reader or concept of the story. It still felt good coming from a fandom where I was literally the ONLY black writer in it. Fast forward and I clearly see that now, it’s not welcomed. We could sit here and blame it on non-blk (yt) having the problems but that’s a load of bullshit and the only enemies we have are one another. It’s been other black writers who have littered the tags with discourse abt the same stupid topic to avoid new fics being seen. It’s been other black writers who have switched fandoms when they were no longer the ONLY ones bc coexisting is just too damn hard apparently. It’s been other black authors who have made it blatantly clear that they are only interested in seeing and creating stories that are palatable to other races so they won’t be perceived in a negative light or to be seen as one of the ‘good ones’. Even down to not using black reader tags or avoiding coded language. So much so, they are comfortable laughing at anti-black rhetoric being pushed on other apps so as long as their new favs are not the brunt of the joke.

I’m not here to tell anybody how or what to write. I’m not here to say you ONLY have to like one show but what I am saying is that i will NOT be spending hours and days agonizing over a fic for it to be minimized to a joke for a bitch on TikTok. I will not spend the little free time I have trying to crunch and finish a fic for it not do well but watch y’all pile in my mentions to argue over nonsense. And I won’t sit here and watch y’all purposely try to run other black writers away bc they don’t fit ur aesthetic. Fiction is fiction and whether you resonate with it or not, it’s expression. I’m a boring ass country bumpkin from the middle of nowhere, Florida who’s got social anxiety, chronically ill, neurodivergent and is in bed by 10:00. I don’t smoke, never had sex and I literally never leave the house unless I’m grocery shopping. I never have and never will live the life of any of my characters, even the most tame ones. But I write for EVERY black girl and want everyone of them to be seen. The one space where that seems to be allowed is obviously not welcomed anymore. Arguing and trying to defend ourselves against people who are committed to misunderstanding us is pointless. Minimizing us down to ‘baby mama’, ‘hoodrat’ fics, simply bc you no longer like certain characters (many of which you all were writing for not too long ago) is quite frankly clown and coon ass behavior. Watching y’all become enraged by tropes that are used by ever race, every fandom, etc but turning the blind eye bc it suits ur narrative is fucking hypocritical and laughable at best.

I’m not insecure in my writing. Never have been and never will be. I know I pour everything I have into creating the best work I can and it’s for that reason that I won’t allow it to be treated like trash. I have over 250 drafts in my Google docs and best believe, that’s where they’ll stay until I see fit. Although I know it’ll probably mean leaving the last place I have any sense of community and social interaction in general, it’s not worth coming on here angry everyday in defense mode. Its not worth getting out of my character over and I rather just not be around if it means I have to play mean girl. My mind may change and all of this will just have been me getting shit off my chest but as of right now, this account will be archived come February 28th. Thank you to everybody who’s supported me this far and gave me a safe space. I love all of you so very much and hope that we can enjoy the rest of this month together 🫶🏾 🤍

#cherry chats 🍒#tw rant #tw discourse #tw long post #happy black history month lmao #writing #fanfic writer

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ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused · 10 months

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omg yes i have a smut req for hbo!joel :)

so u and joel are out and about in jackson one night and joel notices a lot of the guys staring at you at the bar… u havent made your relationship public yet, but you’ve been on his arm all evening. the second you step away from him to get another drink, some guy approaches you & tries to get u to dance with him. joel immediately walks towards him and cusses him out (or something…) & he doesnt tell u he got jealous until youre in the bathroom of the establishment with joel talking dirty in your ear & showing u how youre his <3 (sry if this was alot but thats just an idea, u can change it however u want!)

༉‧₊˚. 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 || 𝐡𝐛𝐨!𝐣𝐨𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

― pairing: joel miller x plus size!reader

― summary: even though your relationship with joel was unlabeled, everyone knew that you were his girl, but when a man hits on you at the bar, joel figures he may have to step it up a notch.

― warnings: jealousy, exhibitionism, bathroom sex, possesive!joel, marking, biting, heavy dirty talk (joel's filthy mouth), unprotected sex (don't be like them), cumming inside, lowkey breeding kink but not really, jealous sex, mirror sex, kissing, making out, light breast play, fluff at the end because I can't help myself, some random dude creepin for plot.

― wc: 1933

⇾ a/n: HOLY MOLY IS THIS A HEFTY ONE. i think with every smut i post the word count grows little by little. surprisingly this has a little plot but honestly not really, plus this is my first fanfic of joel so please let me know if he's in character or not because i hate when my favs aren't themselves. anyways i had fun with this big boy, so untiI i post again, see ya and i hope you enjoy!

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Joel never had to worry about jealousy while being out on the road, and even when you had resided in the QZ, he hadn’t really had to worry about it there either, because everyone there was mostly just trying to survive, but in Jackson, people had time to live, and to love, and to lust.

It was still all so foreign to Joel despite having been in Jackson for a little over two months now, Joel, you, and Ellie sharing a house with one another across from Tommy & Maria. Tonight was one of those rare nights where Ellie decided that she wanted to spend time with kids her own age, a group of girls in her class having a sleepover at one of their places. Joel was a little apprehensive about it, but the promise of spending time alone with you was too good to pass up, and he knew that Ellie could take care of herself if need be.

So, that’s how you landed here at the Tipsy Bison all dolled up, sitting next to Joel with your fingers intertwined with his, sitting proudly in the view of any onlookers. Joel watched you with stars in his eyes as you laughed at whatever Tommy had said, even as Maria looked at the man with slightly amused embarrassment written all over her face, the table the four of you sat at was bursting with energy. You hid your wide smile behind the rim of your glass cup, taking a sip of your whisky and gazing at the couple across from you.

Joel couldn’t remember the last time you were this laid back, your walls had become practically nonexistent. You allowed yourself to be vulnerable because you knew that you were safe, that you finally could stop worrying about your family; about the man that had no label yet, about the smart mouthed girl that you had slowly begun to consider your daughter, although the titles went unspoken, they were there.

You went to take another sip of your drink when you realized you had in fact drained it empty. With a fuzzy head and a disbelieving giggle, you let go of Joel’s hand and made your way to stand up.

“Where ya goin’?” You heard Joel ask from over the country music that was blaring through the bars’ speakers. “To get more to drink.” He stood up, attempting to take the glass of quickly melting ice out of your hand. “Let me.” You pushed him back down into his seat gently. “I’ll be fine, babe.” With a playful roll of your eyes, you placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Be right back.”

You disappeared into the sea of people, which was surprisingly a lot. You don’t know how many times you had said, ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’ before you had finally reached the bar.

“Hi! Could I get a glass of literally any kind of whiskey you have?” You asked the bartender with a sheepish smile. “Sure thing!” You went to say ‘thank you’ when someone tapped you on your shoulder. You jumped a bit in surprise but nonetheless turned around.

There was a man standing there with a smirk, his eyes eating up your front side as they raked themselves from top of your body down to the tip of your heels. He was younger than Joel, probably around your age, dark hair with a nasty looking 6 o'clock shadow. You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze, but the man perceived it as flustered squirming.

“Howdy.” The man greeted with a wink. You cringed a bit; it was only hot when Joel said it.

“Hey…” Your greeting was awkward, your eyes quickly searching for a way out. What was taking the bartender so long? “I just so happened to see you here all alone and figured I’d try to be the lucky guy you took home tonight.” He flirted. You took a step back when he took a step forward, your back hitting a bar stool. “Oh uh- I’m actually-”

“What’s goin’ on here, sugar?” The voice of Joel piped up from behind the man, and the geezer turned around to look at him. “I was just telling him that I was here with you, and I had to come back to the table.” Just then the bartender placed your glass on the bartop.

“Sorry for the wait.” He apologized before taking off to tend to another patron. You gave him a grateful smile before he left and grabbed your drink, but not before Joel was grabbing you by your hand and slowly leading you around the man’s body protectively.

His grip was tight all the way to the… restroom?

“Joel.” You called out his name but he didn’t respond, simply leading you through the unisex bathroom door, shutting and locking the door behind the both of you when you got inside. You set the liquor on the bathroom counter before standing there anxiously, watching his back muscles tense under his shirt as he rested both palms of his hands on the door.

“Joel?” You call even quieter this time.

“Was he hittin’ on ya?” He murmured darkly. You gulped nervously but softly saying, “Yes.” He turned his head to look at you, his body never leaving the door. “And did ya like it?” Your eyes widened, “What?” You asked breathlessly but also in offense. “I said,'' He finally approaches you, his strong chest mere inches from your soft one. “Did ya like it?”

There was something in his voice that forced a shiver down your spine, his eyes burning into your soul, a fiery light shining within his beautiful brown eyes. His big hand wrapped around your neck, gently squeezing your airway as he walked you backwards, your lower eventually back graced the edge of the counter.

“No.” You heaved breathlessly. “I didn’t like it.” He hummed. Lowering his head, lips brushing up against yours, never quite joining them together. “‘Cause yer my girl, aren’t ya?” His right hand that was gripping your neck descended down your side, squeezing at the fat of your waist before resting under the hem of your dress. “Yeah- ‘m always been your girl.” You whimpered. He smirked, “That’s right. Ever since I met ya, ya’ve been mine. ‘Got my name written all over ya sweetheart.” He finally kissed you, his mouth devouring yours with such fervor that it stole your breath right from your lungs.

Your fingers busied themselves in his gray hair, pulling on the strands to deepen the kiss. He slipped a knee between your legs, the material of his dark blue jeans brushing against your damp sex that was only covered by your underwear. You moaned, exposing your neck to him, which he was quick to take advantage of, biting down so hard that it hurt; you knew what he was doing, he was making sure that a mark was going to be left behind, that when you left this bathroom the bruise would scream the words ‘she’s mine.’ The thought of him being almost territorial of you made you needier, digits leaving his hair to frantically try and unbutton his pants.

He stopped your frantic touches, his hands enveloped yours. He stared into your widened eyes, and your irises were blown out with lust.

“Turn around sweet-pea.” He murmured. “Okay.” You did as he said.

You watched him work behind you through the mirror, his upper body slightly jolting as he shoved his pants down to release just his cock and balls. Your nails scratched at the hardness of the counter, body tensing up like a cat when you felt him shove your dress up to sit on your wide hips. He pressed his body against yours, his hard cock rubbing against your ass. A shiver shot down your spine at the weight of him.

“Joel…” You mewled. “What do ya need, baby?” He kissed along the column of your throat all the way up to the shell of your ear, teasing you. Baiting you. “Fuck me, please. Show them that I’m yours Joel, make them see how good you fucked me.” He growled, his timbre voice prickling at your veins, plucking at them like the strings on his guitar.

He snatched your underwear down your thighs, pushing you forward by your lower back to make it easier to line himself up. He teased your wet slit with his tip, swiping it up and down before finally settling and pushing in. You had to slap a hand over your mouth to keep yourself quiet as his dick stretched you out, filling you with a pleasurable pain that made your knees weak.

“Fuck.” Joel groaned from behind you. He held you tightly, the plush of your hips spilling through his fingers, giving him a better grip. He hadn’t given you a moment to get used to him, simply pulling out before slamming back into you, sending your body jolting forwards.

His thrusts were brutal as he fucked in and out of you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every punch of his hips. With his left hand still on your body, the other slithered up your body, pulling the front of your dress down so your braless breasts spilled out. It was the end of the world for god sakes, who had the time for bras anymore?

“Such pretty tits, sugar.” He said crudely, groping your right breast roughly. You cried out, throwing caution to the wind and allowing your hand to fall and grip the counter for stability.

“‘Feels so good, Joel. So fucking good.” You moaned. “Now, now honey. We can’t be havin’ other people hearin’ them beautiful sounds now, can we?” He cooed. You shook your head no, and that’s when he wrapped his right arm completely around your front, holding you back and covering your mouth with his left. You were left completely at his mercy, to use you how he pleased.

That’s when something seemed to snap within him at the sight of your helplessness, pistoning into you with the renewed vigor of a mad man. You didn’t even bother to try and keep your noise down, the wet squelching resounding throughout the fairly sized restroom was enough to make your shame pretty much disappear.

“‘Gonna cum.” Your cry was muffled but he understood you nonetheless. I mean, how couldn’t he? He felt the way you clenched around him, your cunt sucking him in greedily like it couldn’t get enough of him.

“Yeah? You gonna cum on my cock like a good girl?” He teased. You nodded fastly, pleas spilling out of your mouth and onto deaf ears. “That’s right. ‘Cause that stupid kid wouldn’t have even known how’ta make ya feel good. Bet he wouldn’t even know where to start. That’s okay, ‘cause ya’ve got me to take care of ya.” His dirty words drove you to your end.

“Fuck. Ya gonna let me cum in ya?” He asked, always the southern gentleman. You nodded again.

He worked the both of you to your ends, squeezing you until you finally came, stars shining behind your eyelids as they squeezed shut. Even as he worked you through your orgasm, he crashed into his own, painting your walls white. There was a moment of silence of you two catching your breaths, his arms falling from your body to resettle on your hips where he laid his forehead on your back.

“I’m totally wearing this dress again.” Was all you could say.

“Like hell you are.” He grumbled, pulling a bubbling laugh from your chest.

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koolades-world · 3 months

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intro to my blog

hey! been meaning to remaster my masterlist (which can be found below along with basic rules for requests) and I just realized I'm just kind of some mysterious writer. i literally never introduced myself

so first, hi! my name is koolade! I also go by ade or cinnamon. all pronouns are alright with me, but I mostly use she/her and I’m 19! satan is my favorite obey me character, but mammon, belphie, and thirteen are close seconds. my favorite color is pink, I love cats (I have five <3), and hot tea! I play project sekai, genshin impact, and honkai star rail (I actually haven't opened obey me in months haha).

I have two side blogs: @koolade-reblogs for reblogs, and @koolades-thoughts for anything else/misc!

for my posts, I try to make one daily from between five pm and ten pm est, depending on what time I finish that day. sometimes I do post more than once, but usually those are random thoughts, and I don't do that often. Most of the time, I do queue up the posts, so please keep that in mind too! right now I'm just writing for obey me but if you happen to want something from the games I have listed above, I would be glad to write them as long as it's not too regular of a thing since this is mainly an obey me blog. Yae Miko, Aventurine, and Akito are my favs so if they have anything to do with it, I'm at your service (red flags I know but my second favs are green flags i swear!! lol)

requests

my requests box is open right now! most of my posts do come from requests, and I work in the order I receive them in. as of now, I've been working at about a month and a half turn around time due to the sheer number of requests. thank you to everyone who's made one <33

some basic rules are

please try to keep it to just the brothers or the datables! you can mix and match but it's difficult to write so many characters so please keep that in mind. the fewer characters, the more I can write for them so if you want something more concentrated, do one or two characters

if you have a specific format you want, let me know! I usually do headcanons, but if you want, I can do a drabble or a full on fic. headcanons will be done fastest, followed by drabbles, then fic

while I don't mind requests through comments, I'm very bad about checking them so please send them to my inbox instead, if you can!

I usually do a gn reader, but if you want something other than that, let me know! I actually don't refer to the reader all that much since I usually write in second person

I will do: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, something mildly suggestive, and really most anything as long as I can do research on it! I try my best :3

I won't do: nsfw, anything super intense, and strong blood or gore. maybe one day I'll do nsfw but as of now I just can't seem to get it down

masterlists

oneshots

headcanons

headcanons w/ mc

headcanons w/ mc p.2

drabbles

miscellaneous

enjoy <3

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giddy-goblin · 3 months

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Baldur's Gate 3 Fic Recs: Sharing my favs with y'all.

Requiem by marttyyriroskis: Kar'niss/Male Tav. SUCH a sweet and tender fic, and the way they write Kar'niss is just *chefs kiss* mwah. Excellent story and relationship progression between Tav and our darling drider ❤️

The Cure by BlackwaterVial: Raphael/Astarion. Guys they're so toxic I love them. Slow burn idiots take almost the entire fic to realize they're into each other. Insanely well-written.

The Fourth Ring by Vamillepudding: Gale/Astarion. By far my all-time favorite Bloodweave fic. I can't put it into words how much I adore this story. And the last line made me sob like a bitch so OK.

The Land of Gods and Monsters by hellstrider: Halsin/Astarion, Gale/Raphael. This fic is NOT complete as of posting this, but it is very well along. And also incredible. This fic is fucking incredible. It expands on the characters in ways I'd never imagine and it's oh SO tasty. Absolutely divine story.

Friday Nights by SadinaSaphrite: Gale/Astarion. Modern AU but it's delicious, positively scrumptious. Just a real comfy bloodweave fic with some angst and action and also Mystra is a punk-ass bitch (but we knew that already).

A Tale About Spiders And Precious Things by coffee_and_tattoos: Kar'niss/Male Tav. Another wonderful fic featuring our favorite drider. Well-paced and with a fun, feisty tav to boot. And also Kar'niss is a babe, i love him.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bloodweave #halstarion #astarion #gale dekarios #kar'niss #raphael #halsin #tav #fic rec

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noellefan101 · 8 months

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Your First Date-Genshin

Characters: Xiao, Albedo, Venti, Cyno x gn reader (separate)

Summary: your first date(random headcanons of your first date with them)

Warnings: just fluff and small headcanons, also not proof-read

Note: i´m sry for the late(r) post, i have some family problems im trying to get rid of, but its taking a lot of my energy and motivation, hope you understand, i love you all

this is part 1, out of two(maybe three)

Xiao

I feel like he would try and make it as romantic as he can, but he doesn't really get how. but he gets an A+ for trying

he definitely has some almond tofu, and just this once he´ll share some with you(thats not going to be the last time my dude)

for the location, i´d say someplace up high in liyue, so you can look down on either the city or whatever you see really(hilichurls dancing)

he accidentally stared at you too long, and started turned (very) red when you pointed it out(bro was a tomato lets be fr)

he gave you a hairpin(or a normal peice of jewlary, if you dont have hair/dont want a hairpin) that was made to look like his mask(so cute)

Albedo

it´d be up in dragonspine, lets be honest, it doesn't even have to be his lap up there(but it would be the safest so...)

he shows you some alchemy if you want

or he paints with you/teaches you how to paint kinda like him

^^he also painted you looking out at the horizon(you pretty motherf*cker)

if you´re cold, he´ll give you his jacket/he also thought the blush on your cheeks were cute as he did so/

^^he "forgot" to take his jacket back, and you didnt realize you still had it on/you now own one of his jackets/

he gave you some artificial flowers he made, could be in front of you, and made that his little gift for you

Venti

its at windrise, you had your first date at windrise, you cannot tell me otherwise ok

he brought dandelion wine(shocker), and he actually shared it with you(he normally would never)

besides wine, he also brought some apples, and an apple pie(that he made with love and care)

he´ll definitely climb the big tree with you and sit up there

he would steal your jacket if he got cold(you´ll be fine, you´re going to have to carry him home anyway)

he was thinking abt riding davalin on your first date, but he didnt want to scare you(davalin thought it was a horrible idea)

Cyno

you would be playing cards, you cant convince me otherwise

it would either be in Puspa cafe or at his house, he lets you decide

he would also help you win over him, or basically teach you how to be good

^^you never actually won, sadly

you would either cook food together, buy some(his treat), or he would have made your favorites before you came over(yes he knew your fav beforehand)

he asked tighnari for help with a gift, because he couldn't decide of something to give you(tighnari mentally facepalmed when cyno asked, its not he would know)

^^he ended up picking either a piece of jewelry, a tcg card or a piece of clothing(depends on what you like)

thank u so much for reading, luv ya-Masterlist

You are welcome to reblog and like any of my posts, but you CAN NOT translate, copy or hate on anybody for liking my posts

#genshin x reader #genshin impact #gn reader #xiao x reader #cyno x reader #albedo x reader #venti x reader #noellefan101 #noellefan #noelle´s maiden #first date

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cringefailvox · 2 months

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i absolutely adore all of your hazbin fics theyre so good!! and well-written as well. u just get these guys ,,,🫠 what r some of ur fave hazbin fics >_<

ahhh thank you so much!!! that means so much to me <3 i've written 44k words of hazbin fic since the show came out which. is absolutely insane for me, but we're rolling with it LMFAO. i have a lot of fav fics but i'll try to limit myself and not let this post get totally out of hand:

Vintage Electronics by ckret2 — absolutely hysterical radiostatic fic written pre-s1 where vox replaces his dick with a microphone to seduce alastor. made me cry laughing. furthermore, anything written by ckret2, they're a fantastic author

a poor sinner's hand by vintagecassette — chronicle of husk & alastor's relationship, a brilliantly imagined backstory for how husk eventually ended up selling his soul

666: Live On Air! by @prince-liest — everything bel writes is fantastic, but this series in particular is incredible; radiostatic au where alastor lets vox fuck him ironically and then. well. it gets out of hand

BossaNova.EXE by vol_ctrl, XIntensity_FallsX — another pre-s1 radiostatic au where alastor attempts to manipulate vox by pretending to reciprocate his feelings, and again things get way out of hand. the experience of reading this one is electric, and if you commit to syncing the linked playlist with chapter 13 i guarantee you won't regret it

'tis but a flesh wound by leoandromeda — radiostatic, alastor accompanies rosie to an overlord party, dances with vox, and causes a brawl

pancakes, small talk by mirotic_chess — post-s1 reluctantly domestic radioapple. the summary says it best: lucifer makes pancakes and alastor keeps making jabs at him about his wife missing. they definitely get along!

Pornstar Martini by blatantblue, brightened — achingly soft series about husk & angel learning how to love each other as best as they can

Static Shock by @birdsaretoddlers — in progress, darkly hilarious and insightful radiostatic slowburn where vox drags alastor's unconscious body out of a dumpster 6 months after the finale

Strange Appetites by Gotllphi — in-progress, radioapple not-quite human au where lucifer & charlie go on vacation from hell to new orleans in the 1920s, where a certain serial killer is in desperate need of inspiration. literally a wacky dark romcom

Ye Mighty, Lay Down Your Arms by Expectosplendiferous — post-finale, alastor gets stitched up by rosie and subjected to dubcon cuddling by vox, respectively

No hiding place down here by ReminiscentBells — post-finale radioapple, tense and sweet and difficult by extremely satisfying. my fav "lucifer heals alastor after s1" fic and one of my fav explorations of sex-favorable asexuality. delicious

i'm realizing this list makes it exceedingly clear what characters and dynamics i tend to gravitate towards, but hell, i already reveal too much about my proclivities in my writing, why not commit to it

#honestly also if anyone just wanted to comb through my ao3 bookmarks you can do that too #that shit is way more revealing than this curated list tho LMFAO #thanks for the ask i really appreciate it!!! :]#hazbin hotel

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remcycl333 · 1 year

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hi rem, remember me? I'm the anon who asked about what type of stuff to do in the early 2000s! I'm back to share a success story!

long ask ahead

short 'backstory' for those who might be in a similar situation as I was: I used to be in a very difficult situation. I've been bullied for quite literally no reason ever since kindergarten and had no friends because of that. I stayed inside, rotting in my room while all other people my age lived their teen years to the fullest. later on, I was diagnosed with autism and came out as trans which made the bullying even worse. another problem was that I had only one year of school left and already signed a job contract with a company that I didn't even wanna work at. I just felt so lost and like I'm not made to live like this

how I did it: I randomly discovered this post and it pretty much changed my whole perspective on the void. I already knew that the void was just a meditative state but I never quite… realized it? like I'd say that yet still treat the void as this magical place that manifests instantly. I also 'forced' myself to not stop until I actually entered the void, no matter how long it would take (tho I didn't actively affirm that it'd take long). I just laid down, set the intention to tap into the void and occasionally affirm 'i am', that's all.

stuff I manifested:

changing the year to 2005 (fyi, I manifested taking my phone with me just to write this

revising my age from 16 to 14

revising my birth year from 2006 to 1991 (since that'd make me 14 in 2005

a 'time loop' // I'm gonna elaborate on that one since it's a bit confusing. I saw this on another anon ask a while ago and found it so cool! basically, I manifested that the year is 2005 permanently. like every new years eve, the date will just change to 2005 again. ages also don't change even tho people celebrate their birthdays. nobody dies/ages and nobody is born. this also feels natural and not like some weird sci-fi movie plot lmao (kinda like in pokemon where this mf ash has been 10 for 25 years

immortality for everyone (goes hand in hand with the time loop)

living in the city

living with my brother

new friends (manifested an exact friend group from my fav manga)

just my entire ideal life

my exact ideal appearance

my ideal name

revised being amab

being better at dealing with my autism (i didn't manifest it away, that just felt wrong to me)

and so much more but I can't remember…

fun fact for anyone who's still reading: my fav character from my fav manga started out being my df, then became my db, then my ideal voice, then I stole their name and their birth date, then their family members, friends, etc. and at last their literal life, like I literally self inserted myself into the manga as them. btw, it's also set in 2005, can you guess which manga it is?

thanks for reading!

STOP THAT IS SO EXCITING!!!! you're making me wanna go back to 2005 so bad!!! did u manifest your fav music still existing in 2005 bc i'd miss it so much

im so proud of u 🥺 i wish u nothing but happiness!!! <3 enjoy your new life, you deserve it!!!

#void success stories

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versadies · 2 years

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starting the day (the way of the househusband au)

SALUTATIONS. STARTING THE DAY (twothhau)

ADDRESSED. diluc ragnvindr, arataki itto, childe, zhongli, kamisato ayato, thoma, scaramouche, xiao, and kaeya alberich (w/ gn!reader)

CONTENT. fluff/angst/comfort, modern!au, househusband!characters, cheesiness, ooc?, mentions of yakuza, mentions of nightmares and trauma, NOT PROOFREAD PROPERLY (currently 3am rn ☹️☹️)

STAMP. short snippets of what it's like to wake up with them.

PENPALS. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @chiruru @aqualesha @renamichii @mrkamisato @shenhesl0ver @serami00 @serenareiss @hiqhkey @emperatris-rinaka @bystander36 @irisxiel @ladycoleigh @034ven @dear-dairiess @owozi8 @hadesaedes @chiro-chiro-kun @hersscherofyatta @mariusvonhangme @yuzuricebun @hoshikistarlette @solaaresque @crowbird @lordbugs @flowersforayato @headintheclouddd @estelwrld @giyusimpsassemble @irethepotatosblog @moonlightaangel @alice0blog @shotosbrainrot @sniffoat @chihawari @mxsomn @kuni-kuzushii @jiminscarmex @mitsukii14 @nejibot @ylimeprive @sachispet @loreleis-world @sn-owo @starforecasts @someonetookmynamelmao @ceylestia @koshiisu @ymikkos @reallysporadicarcade

POST-SCRIPT. i havent posted anything related to this series for so long but here's some crumbs for you lovelies! enjoy the wholesomeness and cheesiness from your fav househusbands, comrades <333

LINKS. TWOTHHAU MASTERLIST || MAIN MASTERLIST

diluc.

When you wake up, the first thing you feel is your husband’s stare.

At first, you’d usually feel embarrassed and shy away from Diluc’s gaze on you, only for him to let out a small chuckle and trap you into a warm hug that you always melt in. His excuse is always “wanting to admire his darling spouse after waking up” – a very cheesy excuse indeed, but it all the more made you even more shy. After spending a few years living together, you had long gotten used to his shenanigans in the morning.

“Good morning.” You mumbled with a sleepy smile, looking into his red orbs that shone, something that wasn’t there when you first met him. “How long have you been staring at me?”

“Long enough for me to fall in love with you all over again.” He responds, giving a kiss on your forehead as you giggled from his cheesiness.

“Since when have you been so cheesy?”

“Since you came around.” Diluc hums, wrapping his arms around you into a hug. “You’ll have to get used to it.”

He then peeks at the time nearby as you continue to be comfortable in his hug. “You’re going to be late if you try to sleep again.”

If the conversation you had with him isn’t enough to wake you up, then it’s his reminder about the time that did the trick. “Oh crap, what time is it?”

“It’s eight–”

“Oh crap, I forgot I have a meeting at eleven!” Without another question you instantly sat up and bolted out from the bed to get ready for work with panic, causing Diluc to blink a few times and process the fact that you’re no longer in bed (much to his disappointment).

Disappointed that you’re no longer on the same bed as him, he decides to finally stand up from the bed with a few grumbles. “...I should go make their lunch and breakfast.”

itto.

When you wake up, the first thing you smell is––

Wait, is the house burning?!

You instantly sit up from your bed wide awake and look around your room in panic, only to realize that (1) your husband is no longer beside you snoring as loud as the city background noises, (2) there is no sight of fire around you, and (3) how long have you been asleep?!

“Itto?” You called, running out of your room to find your husband and get out of the house in case there’s actually a fire. “Itto, where are you?!”

“( Name ), sunshine, please don’t go down here!” You hear Itto said, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion and go downstairs despite his words.

“Itto, what are you doing– oh my!” You gasped when you saw Itto in the kitchen trying to stop the fire that’s currently burning whatever your husband is cooking on the frying pan. “What happened?!” You freaked out, finding the fire extinguisher that’s hidden somewhere to completely stop the fire.

By the time you manage to find the fire extinguisher somewhere in a cabinet, you immediately start using it against the fire until it’s completely gone.

“Sorry, sunshine! I wanted to try something new for your breakfast and cook something from Liyue – but I didn’t know Liyue dishes are so hard to cook until now..” Itto apologized with a frown, watching you put the fire extinguisher aside before looking at your lover.

“It’s alright, Itto – but are you okay, though? You didn’t get hurt, did you?” You asked, checking on your husband in concern.

He smiles in reassurance. “I’m alright – no fire can defeat the Arataki Itto! I’m just bummed that I wasn’t able to surprise you with breakfast in bed..”

“It’s alright, there’s always next time. Why don’t we just make ramen instead? I’ve been missing your number one ramen.”

His eyes brighten. “You do?! Not to worry, sunshine. Just sit there and relax as I, the number-one-Arataki-Itto-the-Ramen-King, will make the best ramen you’ll ever see!”

You couldn’t help but laugh in response. “I’ll look forward to it then.”

childe.

When you wake up, the first thing you see is the blurry sunlight seeping through the curtains in front of you.

You slowly blink a few times until your vision becomes clear, and you decide to slowly turn around to check on your husband, who’s lightly snoring in slumber next to you. It really amazes you that the man beside you is your husband, you wouldn’t believe that you’d end up with someone like Childe back then until now.

Grinning in adoration, you couldn’t help but kiss his forehead before checking the clock on the nightstand, noticing that you still have time before your work.

Oh well, it wouldn’t hurt to start your day now..

You slowly turn around once more and try to climb off from the bed, only to let out an “oof!” when you felt warm arms wrapped around your body to prevent you from leaving.

“Stay with me?” Childe whines, his voice husk and deep from just waking up.

You couldn’t help but laugh as you placed your hand against one of his arms, not moving at all. “Ajax, I have to go to work. I have an upcoming meeting today–”

“That can wait, but your husband cannot!” He slowly sits up from the bed and fixes his hug sleepily, causing your back to now be against his chest with his chin on your shoulder. “You have so much time to get ready, why not spend a few more minutes cuddling together?”

Even with how many years you have spent with your loving husband, his affection never fails to make your cheeks warm so much, something that he’s proud of when it comes to your relationship with him.

“Alright fine, I’ll cuddle with you for a few minutes.” You said in defeat, only to shriek when he suddenly drags you down to your bed and started cuddling with you happily.

You could only hope you won’t get too invested with your cuddling less you want to be late again…

zhongli.

When you wake up, the first thing you do is to speak.

“Give me a few more minutes, Zhongli..” You mumble as you feel the gentle nudges of your husband, who’s trying his best to wake you up and get you ready to work. “Can’t I just stay here with you?”

You hear his deep voice letting out a chuckle. “As much as I wish the same thing, dearest, I unfortunately cannot allow my dear spouse to be late for work.” He said, continuing to try and wake you up until you finally decide to get up from bed.

Seeing how you’re still not budging at all, Zhongli lets out a disappointed sigh before removing his apron and climbing over the bed to you, something you didn’t mind until you realized what he was about to do.

As you expected, he starts attacking you with kisses all over your face, causing you to finally open your eyes slowly and laugh a little. “Zhongli, nooo!”

“I won’t stop until you wake up.” He mumbles before continuing to kiss you with a hidden smile. In defeat, you decided to sit up from your bed in hopes of stopping your husband from his actions, to which he did.

“What time is it anyway?” You asked.

“It’s almost nine.” He replied casually, causing you to let out a gasp. “What?! Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?!” You exclaim in shock as you stand up from your bed and check the time, only for your shoulders to slump when you realize your husband’s lying.

“...Seriously?”

He chuckles in amusement. “It definitely does the trick, my dear.”

ayato.

When you wake up, the first thing you touch is your husband.

It’s a habit for you to always reach out towards Ayato back when he was a yakuza, who’s unfortunately not always there beside you whenever you wake up due to his busy schedule. But now that he’s no longer a part of the crime life, he’s now usually — if not always due to him sometimes waking up earlier — sleeping beside you.

This morning is one of those days.

As soon as you feel your husband, you slowly open your eyes to look at him and see him facing towards you, sleeping peacefully, much to your delight and relief.

Ah, you could get used to this.

You smile as you admire Ayato, wanting to spend a few more minutes on the bed enjoying the quiet morning until your husband wakes up.

Now that you think about it, you wonder what Thoma’s going to cook for breakfast. Maybe it would be great if you could help him out once you get out of the be–

“Good morning to you too, love.”

You flinch when you hear his voice. “You scared me! I honestly thought you’d wake up later since I don’t have work today.” You comment.

He merely chuckles in response, leaning closer to you. “I didn’t mean to, I apologize.” He then gives you a kiss on your forehead. “Why don’t I make it up to you by spending the next few minutes cuddling? Or better yet, help you take a bath–”

Suddenly, you hear the sounds of the door knocking. “( Name ), are you awake right now?” Ayaka’s voice can be heard from the opposite side of the door.

You quickly look away from your husband, who’s displeased that his moment with you is interrupted. “I just woke up, you can come in if you’d like.”

Slowly, the door opens, and Ayaka takes a peek of you shyly. “I’m planning on going to the grocery store and buying some ingredients for Thoma, could you accompany me and take me there?”

“Why don’t I come with you both?” Ayato spoke up with a hopeful smile.

Ayaka shakes her head, still smiling. “Sorry brother, but you can help Thoma while ( Name ) and I go shopping.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of your husband’s disappointed face. “It’s alright Ayato, we can cuddle together when we’re done eating.” You reassured him before kissing his cheek and going up from your shared bed. “I’ll go get ready.”

The woman clasps her hands together. “Wonderful, I’ll be waiting downstairs then!”

As soon as you enter the bathroom, Ayaka then looks at her brother. “Sorry for interrupting your moment, brother.. Thoma convinced me to come up and let you know that he’ll start teaching you how to cook.” She said apologetically.

He gives sister a reassuring look. “Ah it’s alright, sister. It’s not like ( Name ) and I won’t be seeing each other the whole day.”

Mark my words, I’ll get my revenge soon for ruining my time with my spouse, Thoma… Ayato thought. Perhaps the blonde man wouldn’t mind if Ayato did something to make Thoma’s meal extra spicy…

thoma.

When you wake up, the first thing you call out to is Taroumaru.

“Oh you little…” You groan when you feel Taroumaru licking your face to wake you up. “Taroumaru, no!”

He barks happily when he realizes you’re awake, his tail wagging in excitement now that his secondary owner is finally done sleeping and continues to lick your face much to your dismay.

“Well aren’t you a stubborn little dog.” You comment as you lift Taroumaru away from your face, sitting up from the bed with him perched on your lap. “Where’s Thoma, hm?”

As if on cue, your lovely husband suddenly walks in the bedroom looking for Taroumaru, only for his eyes to brighten when he sees you now awake. “Ah, ( Name )! You’re awake!” He says, kneeling down on the ground when the dog jumps out from your lap and ran towards Thoma.

“Did Taroumaru wake you up again?”

You nodded sleepily, smiling at the sight of your husband affectionately paying attention to Taroumaru. “He did, he’s lucky he’s such a cute dog.”

Thoma laughs heartily in response. “I was actually supposed to wake you up for breakfast, but I guess this little man here beat me to it, did you, good doggie?”

“Woof!”

You proceed to let out a yawn before crawling out of the bed, heading towards Thoma. “I’ll be in the bathroom for a bit and join you guys for breakfast.” You explained before kissing your husband on the cheek, causing him to smile happily from the affection.

“Alright, take as much time as you need!”

“Woof!”

scaramouche.

When you wake up, the first thing you get is an aggressive morning from your husband.

“Wake up, sleepyhead.” Scaramouche said as he shook you awake. “I came back to this room after cooking breakfast only to see you still on the damn bed sleeping! Do you know how many times I have to call your name while cooking—”

“Alright, alright, I’m up!” You said and sat up from the bed groggily. “Did you really have to shake me that aggressively?”

“It always wakes you up, I see no reason why I shouldn’t.” He commented with a huff, watching you stretch your arms out and stand up from the bed to start fixing the bed — to which he immediately helped you with. “I made dry-braised salted fish for breakfast and already packed lunch for you, you better be down by the time you’re done with the bathroom.”

You couldn’t help but snort from how he acts such a mom towards you. “What would I do without you, my ever so loving husband?”

“Eat instant foods everyday and be late for work often, of course.” Scaramouche replied, puffing the last pillow. “That’s why I deserve some kisses right now, no?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, leaning over to your husband and kiss his cheek. “Alright there you go—”

“Why not on the lips?”

“…Seriously? With my morning breath?”

“What’s that gonna do to me?”

“…”

“Come on, one kiss won’t hurt, would it?”

“Alright, alright whatever.” You said, before quickly giving a peck on his lips and head towards the bathroom before he starts asking for more.

“That was too quick!”

“Oh beat it, I’ll make it up later before I go off to work!”

xiao.

When you wake up, the first thing you find yourself in is your husband’s arms.

“Xiao, what did I tell you about waking me up by carrying me?!” You spoke, clinging onto your husband as he carries you towards the bathroom that’s by the end of the hallway, not caring about whether or not your weight bothers him.

“Forgive me, but you did swear with me that no matter what, I have to wake you up— and you wouldn’t move a budge when I called you, what did you expect me to do?”

You wince when you remember what you said to Xiao one night before the two of you sleep, unsure whether or not you’re grateful for it. “We-Well, you can put me down now! I’m definitely awake and I can walk on my own.”

You could’ve sworn you saw the way your husband’s lips twitched upward. “Hm, I’m not sure. You still look sleepy to me, you might sleep on the floor if I let you be.”

“You’re just looking for a reason to carry me, aren’t you?”

His silence and the slight tint of pink on his ears is enough for an answer, and before you could tease him, he suddenly puts you down on the floor. “We’re here, I’ll be waiting downstairs while packing your food.”

“Hey no fair, you can’t just escape like that—!”

And oh he can escape just like that, ignoring your protests as he heads downstairs to do his business, leaving you all alone in front of the doorway to the bathroom.

Oh well, you could just tease him later when you’re eating…

kaeya.

When you wake up, the first thing you do is comfort Kaeya.

You don’t know what’s going on, but your husband has been having nightmares for the past week. It hurts to wake up and hear your husband screaming and panicking over the one thing you can’t stop – his guilt, his trauma, his memories, everything. Although it was a little shocking for you to see your husband, your Kaeya, the man who’s always hiding something beneath all that charismatic and cool facade, being so vulnerable in front of you for the first time back then– you felt honored that you got to gain all of his trust and be there for him when he’s at his worst.

The best thing you can do is to comfort him and be there for him.

“It’s alright, Kaeya…” You spoke in a soft tone as you did all you can to hug his shaking form. “It’s just a nightmare, you’re here with me – no one will harm us here.”

He holds onto you, fearing you’d let go and disappear right in front of him – just like his father who abandoned him, just like his brother who left him for dead, just like–

“I won’t leave you,” Your voice cuts his thoughts. “I don’t want to leave you. Not when we have so much for us to do in life. I love you too much to leave what we have.”

He closes his eyes when he feels your lips touching his forehead. “It feels so.. Real…”

“But it’s not real.” You responded, cupping his cheeks to make him look at you. “What’s real is that you and I are here alive. We’ve been here for years, yet no one from your… past life has come to us, have they? You don’t have to worry about it. Even if one managed to find us, they would’ve struck us by now.”

You started speaking words of love and comfort after that, all of which made your husband melt in your embrace as his fears from his recent nightmare slowly faded away. He truly feels blessed to have someone as loving as his spouse who wouldn’t hesitate to drop everything for him, something he’ll also do in return.

It wasn't enough to magically make his nightmares go away, but it was enough to make him feel safe and loved.

Though, Kaeya still couldn’t help but feel shaken up after seeing Dainsleif in town a few days back then, who did nothing but stare as the two of you continued to walk back home after visiting the mall. Why was he there…? Is he here to take him back to the yakuza after so long? But then again… He must’ve just visited to check up on him…

“I’m sorry for ruining your sleep.”

You smiled in reassurance. “It’s alright, I don’t mind. What’s important to me is that you’re okay.”

The two of you then kiss on the lips, before Kaeya pulls away to speak. “I don’t deserve you…”

“You deserve the world after everything.” You replied, slowly closing your eyes. “Let’s go to sleep and hope you’ll have good dreams. I’ll be here when you wake up.”

With one last sad smile from him, he finally falls asleep with you.

As long as the both of you are spouses, that’s the dream he can live with.

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dollya-robinprotector · 15 days

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Giggling because I love making post with multiple character tags and then wait for the wrong face to be featured on all the tags ksksksks

This sydney looks soooo sillyyyy

Anw I just thought about my past so story time under the cut.

When I was in secondary school, I once knew a friend who was bullied.

For the context, it was a decent school, with 4 grades, each had 4 classes: A for lower-perform and naughty students, B for normal, C for better than average, and D for the Elites who will most definitely have bright future ahead. We are Asian children, study means EVERYTHING for us. Our worth are defined by how well we perform in school, how many awards we have and how good our grades are.

That friend was in class C. I was in class B. Normally we don't make friends outside of the class, but I once saw him being poured water on in the hallway, defended him and we became friends. Or something like that. Let's call him Z because I forgor his name now.

My parents didn't do well with the fact that I failed my entrance test and was stuck in normal class. They didn't have money to upgrade me to class C either, so they made me study extra hard. Back since I started going to school, I was being teased and harassed a lot too cuz I love to draw (what's the problem of kids being mean to artistic kids btw???). But since I was one of the best performers in study, I soon gained some respect and the soft bully subside. (I was terrible in math, but everything else were straight A okay??)

Z wasn't so lucky. I learned that his grades were terrible eventhough he was in class C. He stuttered a lot, always looks down when talking to people, never dare to engage in any conversation, etc... His appearance did not help, and he had some funny smell when I stood close to him. One thing though, he loved drawing too (urgh artistic kids again) and really admired my skill. The only times he would smile are when we talked about our fav anime. Looking back, I think maybe he had something to do with autism? I can't be sure though, but I know his parents spent a LOT to keep him in that better-than-average-class.

The bully was not too terrible, at least from what I saw and heard. He often got splashed by water, threw dirty rag or left-over food at, made fun of, laughed at, his belongings often went missing and be found somewhere dirty, etc... I used to went through all that too, so I helped him to somehow deal with them. Those sort of soft-physical bully were nothing scary once you got used to them. Just a little annoying. He got used to it too, I think, and we didn't mention those when we talk. I admit I might had some savior complex, and that friendship is not entirely friendly. It was more like I thought he would be helpless without me so I can't leave him alone.

And then one day when I was going home from school, Z approached me and asked if I want to go to his house. He said he has a very big greenhouse, and there were some pretty blooming flowers he wanted to show me. I never saw a greenhouse before and I love flowers, of course I said yes!

We rode our bicycles to his house. I've never been to his house before nor meet his parents. I didn't even ask my mom for permission to go but well, I was excited.

We went for a long time, and I started to realize he was leading me into the forest. I still went with him for maybe half an hour more, before I said I was tired and you didn't tell me your house would be this far. Then I look around and truly there was nothing bu trees surrounded the two of us. He looked back at me, clearly exhausted too, and said nothing. I started to realize the situation I was in: a 12 years old, in a forest, with no directions and a strange friend who I didn't really know. Yeh atm I was pretty scared.

I asked Z again where exactly is his house. He stuttered and said I don't need to worry, we would get there very soon. He said if I was too tired I can hop on his bike and he would get me there. Then he attempted to take my hand but that creeped me out so I stepped away from him. I turned my bike, ignored his calls, and just went as fast as I can toward the direction I thought would lead me out of the woods. He called out to me and began to chase after me too, but gave up after some times.

I then just rode my bike with full speed, somehow got out of the woods into a strange road I didn't know, asked around for direction and got home safe. My mom scolded me for being so damn late and I apologized. I never tell anybody, and never talk to Z ever again. He didn't bother me either. And that's the end of the story.

#well that still creeped me out till now #hope nothing bad happened to him tho

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i can already tell this is about to be my new fav blog… can i request something about john and arthur (separately?? whatever is easiest) falling for a fem gunslinger who’s new to the gang?? :)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ A/N; how sweet of you to say, anon!! thank you so much! :D <333 and yes, of course you can! gonna be so honest here, i got SUPER into writing arthur's part and made it way too long, so this post is condensed to just arthur's perspective. i'm currently writing up john's, but i think it'd make the post a bit too long if i included both, so i decided to go ahead and post this one tonight! i hope to have john's up some time tomorrow—in a separate post so nothing is too long! i hope you understand and i am so excited! i had a lot of fun writing this for you!:D i hope it's in character for arthur, i tried my best!:) anyways, enough rambling, let's get into it!

♡ ; WARNINGS; fluff, some angsty themes, descriptions of a wound, hurt/comfort ♡ ; SUMMARY; you tend to arthur's wounds and he realizes just how much he cares for you ♡ ; RATING; sfw ♡ ; CHARACTERS; arthur morgan ♡ ; DETAILS; 3.5k words, part one - find john's part here (wip)

“Arthur Morgan!”

Your voice was hushed in your throat as you whisper-shouted his name through the air of Horseshoe Overlook, your words sounding more like a scold than a greeting. Said scolding hung heavy over Arthur and he tipped his head down in embarrassment, the black leather of his hat covering what little you could see of his face. He sat in his horse's saddle, one hand holding the reins as he led her to the post. The other hand held a white-knuckled grip on the opposing shoulder, his body slouched over as he guarded it. Taking a step closer, you noticed the crimson stain seeping into button-up that lay beneath his equally bloody hand, ichor oozing out of what you could only chalk up to some sort of wound.

It was around four in the morning and most everyone at the camp was fast asleep, save for some of the camp’s night owls, who wandered around, aimlessly. You had finished your chores around camp and decided to spend some time picking up the slack where other members had failed to keep up with their responsibilities; a selfless attempt to avoid any conflict between Grimshaw and aforementioned slackers. You had been wiping down a dirtied table that sat across from the hitching posts when you were interrupted by the sound of hooves clobbering against the dew-covered grown. The hoofbeats were met with a sleep-deprived Lenny who called out, ‘Who goes there?’, which was met with Arthur’s half-hearted, ‘S’just me, Lenny.’, before he rode up to the hitching post.

“Christ, what happened to you?” You chided, rushing to his side as you took a closer look at the blood-stained hand he held over the presumed lesion. There was more blood than you had originally noticed, some of which was a deep brown that dried and seeped into the cotton of his sleeve, speaking note to just how long it had been bleeding. You reached up, gesturing for him to move his hand, but he only nursed it closer to his side, causing a grimace to spread across his face at the movement.

He was in pain, that you knew for sure—despite what you’ve learned of his durable reputation, seeing him like this worried you. You and Arthur had grown somewhat close after your arrival. At first, you had a hard time accumulating to the hectic nature of the gang, but he aided you in your transition into the Van der Linde lifestyle. He checked up on you daily, offering you food, errands—just about anything you could think of. Arthur also held conversations about your life before, allowing you to ramble on about who you are and where you came from; how different things are now—and he'd validate everything you had to say about the Gang's way of life and your upheaval. After some time, he even took to bringing you small gifts and trinkets he found when he'd run off somewhere, each time saying something along the lines of, ‘I know you ain't got none of your old stuff with you, so here, saw this and thought of you.”.

Needless to say, you had developed a strong affinity for the cowboy. So when he disappeared, seemingly without a trace, it troubled you.

You hadn’t seen or heard from him in days—in fact, no one around the camp had. Days without Arthur turned into a full week without Arthur and you couldn’t hide the concern that stirred inside of you. Despite your new position in the gang, you know this wasn’t unheard of, per se—Arthur had a habit of disappearing for days at a time, only to return with various trophies and animal pelts from his adventures. But something felt off to you, this was different. That feeling only served to be solidified when you overheard Charles muttering something along the lines of, ‘Didn’t find him when I went lookin’ earlier.’, in a passing conversation with Javier.

And yet, here he was—the cat dragged him in, albeit not without a few scratches and bruises. He slung his leg over the saddle and to the other side of his horse, a hiss slipping through his gritted teeth at the pain that seared through his shoulder at the movement. You offered him a hand and helped him down, supporting his weight to the best of your ability. After he was on the ground, you slung his non-injured arm across your shoulder, ignoring his stubborn insistence of, ‘I can walk on my own, ‘m fine.’, as you urged him to use you as support. Arthur accepted his fate and hooked his arm around your shoulders—the blood leaking from the injury at the loss of pressure—and allowed you to help him to his tent.

“Can’t believe you’d run off on us like that, Morgan—you do this a lot?” You griped at him, but concern tinged your every word. “Had everyone worried half to death—‘m glad you’re back, even though I hate seein’ you like this.”

“Ain’t nothin’ for you to make a fuss over, best you quit that bellyachin’. Don’t wanna make yourself sick worryin’ about me.” He remarked.

“Oh, Arthur, I’m always worryin’ about you.”

Arthur could hear the genuinity in your tone, so palpable and honest, and it sent a fire of guilt burning through him, his head drooping low once more in avoidance. He never meant to worry you. The last thing he ever wanted to do was keep you up at night, wondering if he was okay or if you'd ever see him again. He was adamant that a newcomer like you shouldn’t have to worry about that sort of thing in the first place—you were just getting your land legs within the gang, you shouldn’t have to concern yourself with the likes of him. Despite the remorse pooling in his stomach, it was hard to ignore the way his heart sputtered against his chest at your expressed concern. Arthur wasn’t the most in-tune with his emotions and when he was, it was scarcely pleasant. His feelings were deprecative at best, most of them leading him to believe he was undeserving of care; that everything he'd ever accomplished had been nothing but evil, hateful deeds—that he deserved all the bad things that happened to him—that would happen to him. He had it coming, of course. The thought of a lady like you caring for a wicked man like him profoundly confused him and sent his brain wracking. But even he had to admit, the way you spoke to him with such consideration piqued his interest. On one hand, he felt he wasn’t worthy of such a sweet, caring person in his life—on the other, he wondered what it would be like to be to get to know you. To open up to you. To let you in.

“I ain’t worth the fuss.” He remarked, disregarding the way his heart heaved heavy in his ears at the thought of something more tangible between the two of you. He averted his attention back to the wound he nursed on his shoulder, taking notice of the grime and debris that surrounded the gash. He assumed that all the poking and prodding at it with less-than-clean hands egged on the infection that dared to fester. His adrenaline had worn off at this point. His shoulder ached and throbbed.

“Just got myself a souvenir from an O’Driscoll, s’all—graze at that, mind you. Ain’t nothin’ to write home about—why’re you so concerned anyways, Miss?”

“Oh sure, just a graze,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes, your tone dripping with sarcasm. Despite his aloof demeanor, you continued guiding him to his tent with slow, tentative steps as you supported his weight with your own. “‘Cause, Arthur, that could get nasty real quick and I ain’t too keen on lettin’ you up and die by the hands of an O’Driscoll. Graze or not, you’re lettin’ me doctor you up—and I mean proper.”

Arthur opened his mouth to argue—to insist that he would be fine, that he didn’t need a lady such as yourself to waste precious time on a man like him, but the words fell short when he turned to look down at you. Your gaze met his own, your demeanor softened with worry and care, and it sent a flight of butterflies he didn’t quite know he had fluttering in his stomach. How could he say no to you? With a long-winded exhale, Arthur nodded his head in response, his eyes darting around the camp to avoid your stare.

“Sure.”

When the two of you reached his modest tent, you eased him into a seated position on the cot before taking a step back. With an insignificant gesture that said ‘one second’, you scurried off to grab the much-needed supplies, leaving the cowboy to sit and fester in his stirring emotions and searing pain. You weren’t gone too long, though, and you returned with a bottle of whiskey in one hand. The other held a strip of flannel and a roll of gauze.

“Now, this ain’t gonna feel good by any means,” you murmured as you lowered yourself to the cot, taking a seat next to him.

Arthur had been through this process many times—several of those times were unfortunately at the mercy of less-than-careful hands. Needless to say, he knew the pain and he knew it well. His painstaking fate mattered little to him at the moment, though, as all he could focus on was how close you sat to him. He’d sat next to you before, sure—but not like this. You sat with pure intentions, leg brushing up against his own as you leaned in to examine the wound with such care. He couldn’t quite wrap his head around it—you knew of the things he had done, his reputation certainly preceded him. You knew exactly the type of man he was, tied up in his wrongdoings and sins, and yet, you didn’t question a single thing. Instead, you gave him a brief scolding and treated him with a gentle kindness he’d never quite received. You took care of him. The moment felt tender like never before, filled with consideration and attentiveness—Arthur couldn’t recall a time he had been so vulnerable with someone, save for Mary Linton, which was long over and done with.

“Don’t I know it.” He grumbled.

Arthur shifted his position on the cot, leaning forward to give you a better view of the supposed ‘graze’. What you could make of the surrounding flesh beneath his shirt’s fabric was red and inflamed, a testament to the trauma it bore. The wound itself pulsated as blood trickled down, matting the ripped fabric of the shirt to his skin. Your feeble fingers grazed around the edges as you struggled to get a closer look through squinted eyes. Some of the view was obstructed by clotting blood and torn fabric—Arthur grimaced at the sensation of your touch against the inflamed skin.

“How long I got, doc?” He queried, voice hitching in his throat in pain while he attempted to make light of the situation. You had to admit, it was a nasty wound—a bullet to the shoulder was rarely a welcomed invitation, especially to those who didn’t receive care from a proper medic, but you had seen worse.

“Well, Mister Morgan,” you spoke as your hands worked the cap of the whiskey bottle, a loud ‘pop!’ signaling that it was open. You lifted the flannel to the top of the bottle and flipped it over, soaking the material as the stench of alcohol flooded your nose. “You’ll live. Probably. Y’know you’re lucky you found yourself at the hands of a medic such as myself.”

The two of you shared a laugh at your jest—in all actuality, you had little to no idea what you were doing when it came to anything medicinal. The best you knew was to clean it with whiskey, drink the aforementioned whiskey to help with the pain, wrap it up, and pray it doesn't get infected. But you would be damned if you didn’t at least try to assist the poor man; you didn’t know Arthur to ask for help. The little time you had spent with the man proved him to be self-reliant, sometimes to a fault. The fact that he accepted your aid, albeit begrudgingly, was a surefire sign that something was wrong.

Your gesture didn’t go over his head, either, as he watched you work the bottle and cloth with attentive hands. He shook his head and a nervous-lipped grin twitched at his lips as he looked down at the liquid courage in your hands.

“S’pose you’re right. Dunno what I’d do with myself if it weren’t for you.”

“You’d do nothin’, I imagine it’d be a lonesome life, Mister Morgan. ‘Sides, who else ‘round here would fix up your,” You paused, as if searching for the right words, “Graze wounds, if you hadn’t met me?”

And with that, you raised the alcohol-soaked strip to the wound and gingerly pressed it against the laceration, dabbing it in repetition to remove any excess blood or dirt. Arthur flinched in response to the cloth brushing against the inflammation, followed by a small hiss slipping through gritted teeth as the raw sting of whiskey sept into the gash. You worked with vigilance and the most delicate touch you could manage, and he sat still for you, knowing it was for the better. The consequences posed if you didn’t flush it out served enough for him to bite his tongue and suffer through the pain.

When you finished the final touches of your doctoring, you pulled the flannel away and discarded it to the cot beside you. You replaced it with the roll of gauze and worked it around his arm, covering the scrape and securing it to itself. After finishing, your hand lingered on the unbothered skin below, your thumb rubbing circles against the skin to soothe him.

“It ain't perfect by any means, but that should do it.” You assured him with a gentle smile.

At this point, you sat so close to him. You enveloped Arthur’s every sense, from the wavering heat of your hand against his arm to the smell of gunpowder and wildflowers wafting off of you—the sight of you peering up at him with such fondness sent his heart racing once again. His hands fidgeted, nervous and awkward, as he stared at you for just a moment longer than necessary, before breaking away. The grip you had on Arthur grew tighter and tighter with every moment he spent in your presence. He wasn’t the best with these sorts of things, finding it all too complicated and confusing to put into words; he even rambled about it in his journal, writing, ‘I am not sure why I find myself so drawn to her; how do I explain this to her if I can’t even explain it to myself?’. From the way you carried yourself across the camp with such poise, to the way you gawked at him from across the campfire sent sparks flying in Arthur’s mind. Not to mention the eager way you rushed up to speak with him every time he came home—he was enamored with you, as nervous as he was to admit it.

“Thank you,” Arthur murmured as his eyes darted from yours to the thumb tracing circles on his bicep. He prayed you wouldn’t notice the flush that crept across his cheeks, starting from his nose, traveling all the way to his ears and neck.

Despite his wishful thinking, you noticed it, but you found it endearing. You had never seen Arthur this flustered—tongue-tied, sure, but never quite like this.

“I sure do appreciate it.”

You gave him a soft smile, eyes trailing along the heat that crept across his sun-kissed cheeks. You started to stand from the cot, keeping your eyes set on him as you rose to your feet. “‘Course, Arthur. Now, you just go ahead and rest up, all right?”

He nodded along as you spoke, avoiding looking into your eyes with a sense of embarrassment. It was never his intention to worry you, and he knew he'd be beating himself up for weeks over this entire endeavor. “Thank you for takin’ care of me—didn’t think you’d much care ‘bout it, 'bout me. ‘M sorry for bein’ gone so long.”

“Pfft,” You stifled a small laugh from within your throat as you placed a flattened palm against his non-injured shoulder, urging him to look up at you. “Don’t mention it. And ‘course I care ‘bout it. I care ‘bout you, Arthur—we all do.”

You offered him, yet another, sweet smile and used your thumb to rub the same circles against his shoulder. If you’d let him, Arthur was certain he'd stay like this for hours—under the comfort of your touch as the soft glow from oil lamps and moonlight shone over you. Your time spent with him was short-lived, sure, but there was no denying the way he gravitated to you. You were a fresh face, so kind and sweet to everyone you met, despite your reticence, and he found himself wanting to spend time with you. He'd ask you to accompany him into town, even if it were just to drop off some mail or pick up something on behalf of Dutch. He even took to bringing you along while hunting or going on scouting missions, despite initial hesitance. He was reluctant to put your in harm's way, but with some convincing on your end and a showcase of your way around a gun, he obliged you and found himself enjoying the company.

The world made sense when you were around, not so much when you weren’t.

“I care 'bout you, too. I'd even say I enjoy havin' you around, 'specially when you're fixin' me up." Arthur blurted out after a moment's silence, hands fidgeting as the boldness of his words sat heavy on his shoulders. Nerves soon sat in and his stomach twisted into a bundle of anxiety, sweat beading at his hands and forehead—did he say the wrong thing?

"Pardon, I, uh, not that I don't always enjoy your company, ‘cause I sure do-you're, uh, a real pleasure to be around, s'just—am I talkin' too much? Feels like ‘m talkin’ too much.”

He blabbered on, stammering over his words as he struggled to form a coherent sentence and you couldn’t conceal the laugh that slipped from your lips. It wasn’t one of malice or mockery; it was pure admiration.

“Oh, Arthur,” you sighed, your voice filled with warmth and affection that sent a fire of nerves burning through him. With a mix of nervousness and longing, you leaned in closer, bridging the gap between the two of you. Your eyes locked, and you could sense the anticipation in the cool air surrounding you. At that moment, time seemed to falter and come to a standstill. One of your hands caressed his hair, running your fingers through the long locks just before your lips met his in a tender, heartfelt kiss. It was soft, sweet, and everything he had ever wanted. His entire body tensed up as he felt your touch against him—it was supple and delicate, a tenderness he had seldom been gifted before, such a contrast to the pain that scorched through his shoulder and his very being. As if he needed any more confirmation, the feeling of your gentle affection laid upon him solidified everything—you made sense. He wanted to know you. He needed to know you.

With that, you pulled back, just after trailing another light touch through his hair, before you stood back to your upright position. He said nothing. You didn’t either. No words were needed when your sentiment spoke a thousand things more than he could ever dream of saying. The two of you lingered for a moment, taking in the moment as you stroked a delicate thumb against his stubble-covered cheek, tracing his time-weathered features. He leaned into your touch, ever-so-slightly.

Finally, you broke the spell of silence, your voice inching just above a whisper, “Get some rest, Arthur. You need it.”

With a final graze across his cheek, you retracted your hand and headed out of his tent, returning to the tables you were tending to, but his image stayed etched deep in your mind.

Arthur watched you retreat, his heart pounding in his chest as he tried to shake the warmth that pooled in him at your kiss. His mind swirled with emotions he couldn’t quite put into words. He hadn’t felt like that in a long time; it was a feeling he thought he had lost forever, and he still questioned if he truly deserved it, even now. He replayed the fleeting moment in his mind, committing every detail to memory—the touch of your hand, the softness of your lips, the tenderness in your eyes.

With deliberate movements, mindful not to aggravate his injured shoulder, he settled flat on his back, lying down on the cot. His gaze fixed on the canvas ceiling above and his thoughts raced, consumed by you and what could be.

Gradually, sleep beckoned Arthur, tempting him with heavy eyelids and the gentle chorus of crickets chirping in the nearby woods. As the night wore on, the camp embraced a stillness that only the wilderness could offer, coaxing him into a deep sleep. In that stillness, your presence lingered, a gentle reminder that Arthur wasn’t alone; that you cared for him.

Just as he cared for you.

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