#trying to swallow an entire chicken ? uh...........

[fisheito]

i wonder if yakumos grandparents gave him so much soup bc it's something that can safely be swallowed whole by a small child who doesn't have the full chewing instinct...... don't have to break out the crowbar to wrench the entire chicken out of your babys mouth when you have liquefied the chicken

Gasp... brilliant... not only is soup an expedited form of warm... it is also (generally) choke free

[outofrealms]

Isekai’d as the Demon King’s Therapist

Synopsis: I accidentally became the Demon King’s therapist, and now I’m stuck in his castle, coaching a fire-breathing tyrant on emotional regulation. His go-to coping method is vaporizing things, but I’m trying to sell him on deep breathing instead.

Chapter 2: “Explain This… Therapy of Yours Before I Smite You.”

Sitting across from the Demon King on his ridiculously large obsidian couch which was about as comfortable as sitting on a slab of polished rock. I plastered on my best smile. Not a genuine one. More like the “please-don’t-kill-me-I’m-just-trying-my-best” kind of smile.

Zarvath leaned forward, his fiery crown flickering ominously, eyes glowing with mild suspicion. “Before we begin, mortal… I must know. What exactly is this… therapy?”

He said the word “therapy” like it was something foul he’d found floating in his soup.

“Oh! Therapy is simple!” I said with a little too much forced enthusiasm. “It’s a conversation where you talk about your feelings, and I help you manage stress and improve your well-being!”

He stared at me like I’d just suggested we dance naked under a blood moon.

“Feelings,” he repeated, his voice flat.

“Yes! Feelings. Emotions. You know… happiness, sadness, anger—”

“Anger I understand,” he interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “But happiness and sadness are for the weak.”

Oh boy. This was going to be harder than I thought. “Well, emotions aren’t exactly about weakness or strength. They’re just part of being… alive?” I offered weakly.

Zarvath raised an eyebrow. “Why would a king such as I waste time discussing trivialities like ‘feelings’?”

I took a deep breath, trying to channel every ounce of patience I had left. If I messed this up, I’d probably end up as a tiny pile of ashes on this very couch. “Because when you bottled up emotions like anger, it can lead to impulsive decisions you might regret later. Like, say… burning down a village just because someone insulted your crown.”

His eyes narrowed. “It was a very serious insult. He called my crown ‘gaudy.’”

I had to bite my tongue to stop myself from laughing. “Okay, sure, but wouldn’t it be better to calmly address the situation instead of… levelling an entire town?”

“Calmly?” Zarvath repeated, as if the word was a personal offense. He made air quotes with his claws, which was way more unsettling than it had any right to be. “You expect me to ‘calmly’ deal with such disrespect? What nonsense is this?”

I swallowed hard. Stay cool, stay cool. “Not nonsense! Emotional regulation is a real thing. It helps prevent those, uh… heat-of-the-moment choices.”

“Heat-of-the-moment?” His lips curled into a dangerous smile. “A fitting phrase, given the context.”

Okay, bad word choice. Moving on. “Right! What I mean is, imagine how powerful you’d be if you mastered your emotions. Nobody could manipulate or control you because you’d always be one step ahead.”

For a moment, Zarvath paused. His eyes gleamed with sudden interest. “So, you’re saying this… therapy… could make me even more powerful?”

I nodded quickly. “Exactly! Therapy is like… strength training for your mind. Emotional weightlifting.”

He tapped his chin thoughtfully, his claws glinting in the dim light. “Hmm. Strength training for the mind. Fascinating.”

Then he pointed at me, his claw uncomfortably close to my face. “Continue. But be warned if this turns out to be a trick, I shall feed you to the lava serpents.”

“Got it,” I said, giving him a thumbs-up while trying not to visibly sweat. “Let’s start with something simple. How has your week been? Any recent… stressors?”

Zarvath leaned back, his massive shoulders tensing slightly. “Yesterday, my court sorcerer accidentally summoned a flaming chicken demon. It set fire to my drapes and screamed insults at me in Infernal for six hours.”

I blinked. “… Right. That sounds… challenging.” I made a note in the notebook I’d conjured out of pure panic. “And how did you respond?”

“I vaporized it,” Zarvath said, looking very pleased with himself.

I froze for a second. “Okaaaay. Um, next time, maybe we can explore a… less destructive solution?”

His eyes glowed brighter. “Less destructive? You would have me negotiate with a flaming chicken?”

“Not exactly,” I said, holding up my hands. “More like… deep breathing exercises to manage your frustration. Then you can decide the best way to handle it without instantly vaporizing things.”

“Deep… breathing?” Zarvath repeated suspiciously.

I nodded. “It’s a technique to calm your mind. Watch: inhale for four counts… hold… and exhale for four counts. Like this!” I demonstrated, breathing deeply.

Zarvath watched, unimpressed at first. Then, very reluctantly, he took a breath. The room instantly smelled like brimstone and burning wood.

He exhaled slowly. “Hmm. That wasn’t… terrible.”

I grinned. “See? Do that next time you’re about to vaporize something, and you’ll make more rational decisions.”

He nodded, clearly deep in thought. “Very well. But if deep breathing fails me, I shall return to vaporizing.”

“Deal,” I said, wiping my forehead. “Baby steps.”

As the session wrapped up, Zarvath leaned back on his throne, looking surprisingly relaxed. He still radiated doom and destruction, but it felt more like calm menace instead of raging inferno.

“You have given me much to consider,” Zarvath mused. “I feel… slightly less inclined to vaporize my enemies. Slightly.”

“That’s progress!” I said, forcing a smile. “Same time next week?”

I was halfway to the door, ready to bolt for my safety, when Zarvath raised a clawed hand. “Wait.”

I froze. “… Yes?”

His eyes narrowed. “I’ve decided you shall remain here. Permanently.”

“… Permanently?”

“Yes. You are now my official Mind Healer. You will reside within my castle and ensure that I do not succumb to reckless rage. If you succeed, you will be treated as a guest. Fail, and… well, let’s just say the lava serpents haven’t had a decent meal in weeks.”

I swallowed hard. “Ah. Good to know. Love a job with clear expectations.”

The demons escorted me to my “room” after my session with Zarvath. I use the term room loosely because it looked more like a medieval dungeon redesigned by someone who listened to too much death metal. The walls were made of black stone, the bed was an ominous slab that could double as a sacrificial altar, and the only source of light came from a chandelier made of… bones. Actual bones.

“Enjoy your stay!” the demon guard said with a toothy grin before slamming the door shut behind me.

I stood there for a solid minute, staring at my new accommodations, my brain short-circuiting like a Wi-Fi router trying to reconnect. Then, it hit me all at once:

I AM A HUMAN. IN A DEMON REALM.

How am I supposed to survive here?! What do demons even eat? What if they eat me?! How do I pay for stuff? Do they have a demon Venmo? I’m just a therapist, not Frodo Baggins—no one trained me for this!

I started pacing. “Okay, think. You’re resourceful. You’ve binged three apocalypse survival shows. You’ve talked at least four people out of having public breakdowns at Trader Joe’s. You can do this.”

Then I noticed the giant spider on the ceiling, watching me like it was considering charging rent. I sprinted to the farthest corner of the room, hyperventilating.

“This is fine. Everything’s fine,” I whispered, trying to convince myself. But my brain was having none of it. Instead, it spiralled into worst-case scenarios:

I starve because there’s no DoorDash in the underworld.

I accidentally offend the Demon King and get sacrificed.

I survive but end up in some demonic multi-level marketing scheme.

Finally, I remembered something important: I have a degree in psychology. If I could help a client work through their fear of pigeons, I could talk myself through this. I dropped onto the suspiciously hard bed-slab and started using every coping mechanism I could think of.

Step One: Grounding Technique.

“Five things I can see,” I muttered, scanning the room. “Bones, skulls, creepy spider, weird glowing rune… and oh my god, is that a cursed doll?! Okay. Let’s skip that one.”

Step Two: Breathing Exercises.

“Inhale for four… hold for four… exhale for four,” I whispered, trying to ignore the fact that the glowing rune seemed to pulse in time with my breath. Is it breathing with me?! Weird but comforting.

Step Three: Positive Self-Talk.

“You’ve got this. You are smart, capable, and only slightly emotionally unstable. Demons respect confidence. Fake it till you make it.”

A knock on the door made me jump. A small, scaly demon poked his head in. “Your dinner, human,” he said, sliding a tray toward me. It contained a bowl of something that looked suspiciously like purple mashed potatoes and a side of… glowing green mystery meat.

“Thanks!” I said, my voice cracking slightly. After he left, I stared at the food. “Okay, new goal: survive, find coffee, and absolutely do not die.”

I took a deep breath and picked up a fork.

“This is fine,” I said again. “Totally fine.”

And for the first time all day, I almost believed it.

[cozmowrites]

White Day (2025)

(i missed white day.... which was March 14th)

The kitchen was a mess.

Bowls stacked in the sink, chocolate smeared on the counter, and the faint scent of spice lingered in the air. You wiped your forehead with the back of your hand, exhaling as you stared down at your masterpiece—spicy chocolates, made just for Bakugou.

White Day was tomorrow, and you'd spent hours researching the perfect recipe. Bakugou hated sweets, so giving him regular chocolates would have been pointless. But then you found it—spicy chocolate. The perfect balance of rich cocoa and heat, just enough to excite his taste buds without overwhelming them.

It had taken you three failed batches to get it right. Too bitter, too spicy, not spicy enough—it was a frustrating process, but now, as you stared at the neatly packed chocolates in their little box, you knew it was worth it.

Now... you just had to give it to him.

+++

Morning came too fast, and your stomach churned the entire way to school. The little box sat in your bag, taunting you. You knew Bakugou wouldn't outright reject it—he wasn't that much of a jerk—but giving him something so handmade, something that took so much effort, made your heart feel like it was about to combust.

The first opportunity came before class. Bakugou was standing near his desk, chatting with Kirishima. You walked up, gripping the box tightly in your hands, but before you could speak—

"Yo, Bakugou, let's grab breakfast before homeroom starts," Kirishima said.

"Tch, fine." Bakugou turned, completely missing you standing there.

You deflated, shoulders sagging as they walked away.

+++

Attempt two came at lunch. You psyched yourself up the entire period, watching as Bakugou sat alone at the end of the table, eating his food.

Okay, just walk up and give it to him.

Easy, right?

You swallowed hard and stood up, gripping the chocolate box like a lifeline. But as soon as you took a step forward—

"Oi! Dumb hair, sit your ass down! You're blocking the view of my show!"

Denki had accidentally stood in front of the cafeteria TV, and now Bakugou was too busy yelling at him to notice you.

You hesitated, debating if you should still try, but then Bakugou turned to Todoroki, launching into an argument about spicy food and how "half-n-half bastard wouldn't last a second eating real heat."

Nope. Not happening now. You backed away quickly.

+++

By the time classes were over, your nerves were shot. You needed to do this. If you waited any longer, you'd just talk yourself out of it.

Bakugou was at his locker, shoving books into his bag. He looked... calm. A little tired, even. It was probably the best time you'd get all day.

You gripped the chocolate box and took a deep breath. You can do this.

You stepped forward. "Uh, B-Bakugou?"

He turned, eyes flicking to you. "What?"

Your throat went dry.

He was staring right at you, sharp crimson eyes locked onto yours, and suddenly every ounce of confidence you had evaporated.

"I, uh—um, here!" You shoved the box forward so fast it nearly hit him in the chest.

Bakugou blinked, looking down at the box before taking it from your hands. "The hell is this?"

Your fingers twisted in your sleeves. "I-it's for you. I made them. Um. S-spicy chocolate. Since you don't like sweets, I thought—um—"

"You made these?"

You nodded quickly, heart pounding.

Bakugou stared at the box for a long moment. Then, with a scoff, he ripped off the lid and popped one into his mouth without hesitation.

Your breath caught as he chewed.

Then—he smirked. "Hah. Not bad."

Relief flooded through you so fast you nearly melted into the floor.

Bakugou tilted the box, inspecting them. "You really made these?"

"Y-yeah."

He hummed, popping another one into his mouth. "Tch. Took you long enough to give 'em to me. I saw you hovering around like a dumbass all day."

Your face burned. "Y-you saw?!"

He snorted. "Yeah. Thought you were gonna chicken out." He shut the box and tucked it into his bag before glancing at you. "Thanks."

Your breath hitched.

Not a teasing thanks. Not a sarcastic one.

Just a simple, genuine thanks.

You felt your heart swell, and before you could stop yourself, you smiled. "You're welcome."

Bakugou clicked his tongue, looking away, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch upward. "Oi. Bring me more next time. And make 'em spicier."

You laughed, nerves finally settling. "Okay."

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[multi-fandomedfreak]

Sick day :P // DBH

Authors note: Just some fun little headcanons with a reader who when they get sick, they get like deathly sick

Characters: Connor, Markus

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ : Mentions of puke and mucus

🪙 Connor 🪙

-Connor knows your sick like immediately

-You’ll just be chillin and the moment you cough slightly, he’s already herding you to bed

-Turns out he was right after a bit of uh…taste testing

-From there on he was like a mother hen

-Made you soup, took your temp, made you swallow down your medicine

-by the end of it you were surprised he didn’t pull out an IV out of nowhere

-But he did try to make you feel comfortable as much as he could

-gave you extra pillows, blankets, puke bucket

-even with all this though it did not help with just. how. sick you get

-he’s legit had to change the puke bucket at least three times

-gone through at least 2 tissue boxes

-and a whole bottle of medicine.

-in a day

-But he practically never left your side the entire time to make sure you didn’t leave your bed

Bro kinda forgot humans need to pee 💀

-made sure you got plenty of cuddles bc he found it can boost your mood and your immunity

-your health was his top priority and he was doing everything he could to make sure you recovered quickly

☮️ Markus ☮️

-Markus isnt as worrisome as Connor but he takes care of you very well

-Years of taking care of Carl have really paid off

-He isn’t the kind to spring into action the minute he hears a cough but he knows when you’re sick before even you know

-He’s already making the infamous chicken soup when you finally decide to tell him you feel sick

-And although he’s prepared for this kind of situation

-he is not prepared for how much throw up you had stored up in you

-and just how much mucus you had too

-tbh it might’ve been a world record

-that didn’t stop him however bc he made sure that you got better

-even though you didn’t want to take your medicine

-which was fine bc a few encouraging kisses from him helped the medicine go down easy

-all in all he was super gentle and patient with you all the way through your recovery

[rxsilabeth--er]

Hiya ! Would you do a wolfstar x fem!reader where reader is sick and both boys take care of her ?? Please, also <3

:: The sick and the dicks.

Now calling....Author: "Hello, thank you for this request!! I adore it so much!! Made specifically for my friend @skyrigel. I adore them!!"

Now calling....Synopsis: "The upsurge of sudden sickness in Hogwarts after a series of heavy rains lead to you being stuck in bed, the hospital wing filled with Madame Pomfrey running around, so you're left to your own devices..Which are your two boyfriends."

Now calling....Warnings: "Sickness. Underage smoking and drinking. cigarettes. Very badly made soup. throwing up (for emetophobic folks like me out there), cursing?

The heavy rain was not stopping at all, as Remus used his wand to turn the page of his book, his other hand simply moving in circles to move a spoon over cauldron filled with soup, which was placed atop makeshift...fire, as one would say, because there was no stove.

You on the other hand were dying from sickness as Sirius kept rambling your ears off by telling how Marlene was being a bitch to him today.

"And she the AUDACITY to tell me my hair look greasy when she hasn't washed hers in two wee-",

"Okay, enough, Pads...You're gonna yap 'em to death" Remus said sighing as he continued to move his finger in circles in the air to stir the pot of soup, which honestly makes you and Remus grimace a bit at the sight of..

There was water, salt, chicken?? and a few other stuff, you weren't sure..it definitely did not look like a soup and Sirius does not have the comprehension of what is food and what is not because his mum barely gave him nice food...

But Sirius decided it was a "magical" recipe, pun intended, and it'll heal you up. so after a while, Sirius took the soup and poured it, as you and Remus looked at each other, "Oh hell no.."

"Uhm, Sirius. Why don't you go get some lemonade for poppet? Hm?" Remus suggests removing the strip of wet cloth he tied around your house to soak it in water again to calm your fever as you hoped he'd take it and leave this abomination of a soup.

"Hm, Sure!" he said, hurriedly walking out as Remus soaked the cloth in water before squeezing as much water as possible before tying it on your forehead again, just as Sirius came back, "Oh..yeah, I didn't tell ya'...Kitchen's close off cause one or two of the house elves have gotten sick".

oh fuck....

Remus only looked at you, not even bothering to assure you he can save you and turned around, stopping the spoon and lighting himself a cigarette to forget the interaction that was going to occur as Sirius sat in front of you, holding the bowl of whatever concoction he brewed while you smiled,

"Actually, I feel so much better now-", "you'll feel BETTERER!" Sirius said, smiling widely as he held the bowl to you, making you almost hurl your stomach and intestines out from the smell,

"Uh, I don-",

"Yes, you do need it!!"

"bu-" "MORE BUTTER IN THE SOUP?!"

"....No.."

You smiled awkwardly, trying not to show your disgust as Remus only prayed to god to let his two lovers survive until he can marry them and asks god to take care of you, if this is your last day here, as you hold the bowl to your lips, closing your nose.

Pinching your nose shut as to not breath in or out, you began drinking it, almost feeling your stomach get worse within seconds, but you held it in, drinking it while Sirius watched with starry eyes in delight. In his eyes, you were getting fixed, in your eyes...you were going to throw up and die...

Stop your breathing, you swallowed it down..oh god, it felt like soft squishy bug guts doing down, swinging down your throat and you hold your breath to not gag infront of Sirius as you kept a smile while Remus as honestly crying.

He couldn't even turn to you two without crying for you, incase you died...

Somehow you finished as Sirius put the bowl away after Remus somehow convinced him, it was enough and he didn't need to feed you the entire bowl. You laid back, wiping your mouth as you chewed on some cucumber to take out the smell, sighing in relief.. It was that bad, honestly, as you let out a soft hiccup, which let out thee aftertaste of the soup..you had no idea why you were being so-

And you felt your throat constrict as you emptied out your stomach's content on the floor...onto James' jumper... great, while Remus and Sirius froze. Your breath finally felt happy while you felt like you should cry at the state of the sweater, you were gonna say something-

And suddenly James came in, smiling and bright, "Black and Evans smiled at me-" his eyes fell onto the jumper with vomit, and his smiled faded and that glint came onto it, "who did this?"

And you sighed, you had no choice but to admit it..

Your hand flew up and pointed at SIRIUS, while Remus did the same, "this bastard threw up after tasting his horrible soup, after we told him no" Remus said and now you two were left snuggling against each other while Sirius was being dragged out by a livid James,

"YOU BOTH ARE SUCH FUCKING DICKS!"...

"Sorry, Sirius.." you and Remus didn't feel sorry..

© This writing work belongs to me, rxsilabeth--er, Aurelia, Rosilabeth, Cerine. Reblogging is appreciated, but plagiarizing or copying my works is forbidden, thank you for reading this and if you like this check out my blog!

[iwritewhump]

failed escape

april is the cruelest month day 9

characters: villain and hero

warnings: cursing, intimate whumper, captive/kidnapped whumpee, implied long-term captivity

2426 words

~

Villain’s leg bounces under the table, he shifts uncomfortably under Hero’s gaze as his fork scrapes against the plate. Swallowing thickly, he sticks his fork into a piece of chicken and brings it to his mouth. 

“So,” Villain starts, lowering the fork back to the plate, chicken still on the tines. “How was your day?” he looks up at him for a half-second before looking back down. 

Hero smiles and clears his throat, “Busy. As it turns out, you going missing has caused quite the stir. I didn’t know you had so many…connections.” 

Villain forces himself not to look up. “Oh yeah?” 

“Mhm, it took me almost the entire day putting out your fires.” she opens her mouth for a forkful of roasted potatoes, closing her eyes when the food hits her tongue. 

She chews slowly and opens her eyes only once she swallows, “Aren’t you hungry?” 

Villain shakes his head, but his stomach growls. Hero smiles and gestures to his plate with her fork. “I promise it’s good. I took a couple classes back in the day when I thought I was going to be a chef.” she sighs wistfully and shakes her head, “If only I knew, right?” 

Villain picks the fork up again and lifts it to his mouth. He inhales deeply and his stomach growls, as if to make a point. He looks back at the plate and then up to Hero. 

“So…uh,” his fork scrapes against his teeth as he pulls the chicken off and starts to chew. “Sorry, this is awkward but…are you going to let me leave?” 

She drops her fork onto the table and stares at him. Her brows furrow and she tilts her head contemplatively. “What a strange way to word it.” she chuckles softly. “Let you leave.” she takes a sip from her glass and swallows, still staring at him. “I haven’t decided yet. I’m so lonely up in this apartment, all alone. It’s a big place, you know. I don’t even know what to do with most of the rooms so they’re just empty. I might do well with some company. And you’ve been great so far.” 

Villain looks back at his plate and cuts a baby potato in half. He sticks his fork in it and slides it across his plate, letting the butter spread with it. “I’m sure my roommate is worried about me.” 

“She might be,” Hero says, picking her fork up again. “But she doesn’t have to know where you are all the time, does she?” 

“I try to keep her updated,” Villain says, voice almost a whisper. He can almost see her, pacing by the front door, trying to decide if she should just start on the dishes and wait for him to get home. Does she need to feed all the cats, or just hers? What if Villain never comes back, she doesn’t know how to take care of the fish tanks. And what about all of his food in the fridge, how long does she wait for him until it’s fair game for her to eat? What if she doesn’t like it, does she throw it out? 

Villain shakes his head. He puts the fork in his mouth and the potato melts in his mouth. He chews slowly, looking at Hero with a lowered gaze. “She worries a lot.” 

“I’m sure she’ll be fine for a while.” Hero dismisses, pushing her empty plate up on the table. She leans back slightly in her chair and sighs. “You should probably finish up, my show’s almost on.” 

“You have cable?” he shoots back. Quickly, he shuts his mouth and looks up at her, mortified that he’s making what seems to be small talk with his captor. 

She chuckles, amused, and shakes her head. “More of a turn of phrase than anything. I follow a strict schedule most days. Wednesday means reality T.V. after dinner. If I’m not in bed by nine thirty, then my entire day is thrown off tomorrow.” 

Villain looks around for a clock and sees the oven’s green lights shining: 8:30. He scrapes the tines of his fork against the plate, spearing into a piece of chicken and a green bean. “I’m almost full.” 

He puts the bite into his mouth and looks down at the plate, still mostly full, in front of him. Hero nods and takes another sip from her glass, swirling the deep red liquid in it as she swallows. 

He takes a few more bites before deciding he was done. Modeling after Hero, he slides his plate forward on the table.

“Can I take them to the sink?” he asks, pushing away from the table. 

The legs of the chair squeal on the concrete floor and the chain around his ankles jangle as he stands. The chain pulls on his waist as he collects his plate. 

Hero nods and stands up. She unlocks the long end of the chain from the spindle of the chair and leads him to her side of the table. 

“You’ll have to scrape your plate into the trash before it goes in the sink,” she says, leading him to the kitchen. “My garbage disposal is meek, it can’t deal with that much food.” 

She stops in front of the trash can and steps on the petal for him. He sets her plate on the counter behind the trash and uses his fork to scrape the rest of his meal into the bag. 

Hero lets off the petal and continues to lead Villain around the kitchen until they’re in front of the sink. 

Slowly, she looks him up and down as he sets the dishes in the sink. “You’ll have to rinse them off, I don’t want that to stick.” 

Villain inhales slowly and nods. He picks one of the plates up and runs it under warm water. “Do you have something I can scrape the chicken bits off with?” 

Hero shakes her head and blinks slowly, “Use your hand.” 

Grimacing, Villain uses his fingertips to work the somehow already dried chicken and potato bits off of the plate and into the sink, then does the same with the other plate. Potato grit accumulates under his nails and bile rises in his throat at the thought of not being able to wash his hands. 

But finally, the plates are clean and he looks at the hand soap on the edge of the sink. He looks back at Hero, who nods, and pumps it onto his hands. 

He scrubs his hands together until he can’t feel the gritty potato under his nails and he runs them under the nearly boiling water. He clenches his jaw as steam rises from the sink and the suds wash away. 

Suddenly, Hero shuts the water off and before he knows it, Villain’s chain is pulling him out of the kitchen. 

“Where are we going?” he asks, wiping his hands dry on his pants. 

She turns to look back at him and smiles, “Got somewhere to be?” 

He takes note of her playful tone and sneaks in some banter, maybe she’ll soften up and let something slip. “I’m just nosy. Never been much of a fan of just going with the flow, I like to know what’s going on.” 

She tugs the chain taut between them until she’s practically holding onto the cuff around his waist and smirks teasingly, “Get used to being in the dark about things from now on.” 

She runs her tongue over her teeth and leans in close to Villain, her breath warm on his face. Villain holds his breath, body tensing as she leans against him. 

“We’re watching T.V.” she says with a sigh. Slowly, she releases the tension on the chain until it almost drags on the floor. She starts them on the way down a hallway lit only with a weak night light and opens the door to a room. 

The room is pitch black. Villain can make out a few shapes along the sides of the wall, but mostly, he can’t tell anything about it.

The door slams behind him and a blue light shines on the door handle, covered by Hero’s finger for a moment until there’s a mechanical whirring sound and a loud beep from the door. Hero holds his arm with one hand and he can hear the other feeling along the wall.

“I can never find the switch,” she says. “Ah! Here it is.” Villain doesn’t know what he expects. Maybe a big room with a T.V. on one wall and a couch that costs more than three months’ rent. A concrete room with a small television in one corner and a few chairs spread around the room? Sure, it could be either of those. 

But what he doesn’t expect is a bedroom. There are no windows, and the floor is still concrete, but it’s definitely a bedroom. 

The switch turns on two lamps in two corners of the room. There’s a bed in the center, maybe a queen? Definitely bigger than his, but that doesn’t mean much. 

There are three dressers, all of them so clearly full of clothes because the drawers don’t shut all the way. There’s a T.V. on the same wall the door is on, it’s surrounded with artwork of places around the city, all with varying degrees of talent, notes of gratitude from fans, maybe? 

Hero walks further into the room and closes the lock from the chain to one of the legs of the bed against the wall. She tucks the key into her breast pocket and smiles teasingly at Villain. The same key he saw her use to lock the cuffs around his ankles and waist. 

“Not that I don’t trust you,” she says, “I just want to be safe.” 

He nods and swallows thickly, “Sure.” 

Hero jumps into bed and pats the space next to her, pulling the blanket over her lap. She presses the power button on the remote and the screen lights up. 

She spends a few minutes finding her show before putting the sleep timer on for forty five minutes and setting the remote down. She flips the switch next to her headboard and the lamps turn off so the only light in the room is from the oversaturated T.V. screen. 

Villain watches as the people on screen run around, doing whatever they’re doing. Hero chuckles at a few of the interviews, but mostly she stays silent. 

Villain looks over at her, her eyes almost closed, and clears his throat. He turns on his side to look at her and she does the same, a small smile on her face. 

His stomach turns, “Is there any way you can take the cuffs off my ankles?” he searches his mind for a reason, god why didn’t he come up with a reason? Such an idiot. 

“Sorry, not tonight. If you try to get up, I need to know.” She smiles and pats his cheek. “Not that you could get out.” she yawns and turns onto her back. “The door is locked.” 

He almost pushes it, ‘Then what’s the harm?’ he almost asks. But her eyes are closed and the clock on her nightstand reads 9:27. 

She’s snoring by the time the T.V. shuts off. 

Villain’s heart pounds. He tries to look around the room, but it’s too dark to make anything out. He should’ve spent more time mapping out the room, what was he doing earlier? Honestly, he’s such a fucking idiot. 

But then he remembers the key in Hero’s pocket. His skin crawls when he starts feeling around and bile rises in his throat when he feels the fabric of her shirt. 

She inhales sharply and rolls over closer to him, just enough for his hand to brush against her chest. 

He pulls his hand back to cover his mouth. 

After what feels like hours, Villain reaches out again. He can feel her hot breath on his face and it takes longer this time to find the fabric of her shirt. 

Slowly, so fucking slowly, he ghosts over it until he feels the pocket. He clenches his jaw shut and reaches into the pocket, praying in vain that the key was on a ring he could hook a finger on. 

He spends precious seconds coaxing the key to the opening of the pocket and just when it almost falls out, Hero moves again and the key falls back. 

“Fuck,” he mouths. 

But he’s desperate now. He finds her shirt and pocket in seconds, not as worried about waking Hero as he should be. The key is warm in his hand and he fingers around the cuff around his waist, trying to find the lock. 

It’s easier than he would admit to, unlocking something in the dark. Mostly for legal reasons, that skill has to stay a secret, but Villain gets the cuff around his waist off in a mere ten seconds. 

The ankles are harder. He has to sit up without the chains making a noise. But even with the added difficulty, he gets them open within a few minutes. 

He rolls out of the bed with more grace than even he expected himself capable of and tiptoes to the door. 

Maybe he’d get lucky and the key would open that, too. 

He puts the key in the handle and tries to turn it, but the key doesn’t turn. 

“Fuck!” He whispers, definitely louder than he should have. 

He runs a hand through his hair and leans against the door for a second before taking a deep breath. Pocketing the key, he closes his eyes and thinks. 

“Ok,” he says, barely loud enough for himself to hear it. “Figure something else out. Come up with a plan. You’re not caught until she catches you.” 

So he thinks. 

The room doesn’t have many places to hide, not even a bathroom he could slip into, hoping Hero would think he got out of the door before checking there so he could run out as soon as she opens it. 

But there is a bed with just enough space for him to squeeze under. 

He gets on his stomach and army crawls under the bed. He exhales sharply with every breath to blow any clumps of hair or spider webs out of the way of his face. He spins around, hopefully facing the door now, and rests on his cheek on the cool concrete, waiting for Hero to wake up and find him missing from the room. 

~

part two | part three | part four | part five

[shallowseeker]

theres a cut line from the drafts of ouroboros where jack says "i'm a winchester, i'm the chicken And the snake" and i think about that line a lot.

he gave up something he loved (his soul) to destroy something he hated (michael) and he was too "greedy" (in a sense, he missed his old power a lot and had he not healed cas he mightve had a sliver of his soul left) and it killed him (his soul). i understand why that line was cut (redundancy was probably a factor) but i wish it had been kept. hes the chicken and the snake......

Yes, I do love this line. It's the duality of it all. And I think it's also the horror of the cosmic hierarchy. To the livestock, we are their Leviathan. But the Leviathan treating us as livestock in season 7 is a campy horror show!

I don't think Jack is uniquely dual-natured (because I think everyone in the entire show is), but Jack's symbolic nature is pretty heavy-handed in its symbolism!

Here again we have the word "nothing," that is so often applied to Jack. He is the chicken sacrificing his soul and becoming the snake (angel).

//

The grace twists like a snake, as Jack becomes an ouroboros after sacrificing his soul, the snake consuming the snake.

I love this moment because Jack is specifically saving Rowena, the same woman his father murdered:

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I think this has some interesting things in common with Cas's consumption of Theo, way back in season 9. It certainly characterizes Cas's panic. Jack is becoming like Cas here, like Cas's family, specifically. Snakes. Beasts. Burning serpents. Barbarians. Creatures of war. (War, where even Lucifer is happiest, needed. Note: Lucifer was attentive to Kevin Tran, the AU refugees, Jack, and Dean during his stent in Apocalypse-verse. He was happy there, too. Lucifer is happiest as the underdog, not God.)

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CASTIEL: I'll – I'll need a moment to make contact. (THEO waits.) And you have something that I'll need. THEO: Anything. CASTIEL grabs one of the medical implements and slices THEO in the throat, letting his white grace slip out; CASTIEL opens his mouth and swallows it. Mm. (CASTIEL groans; the grace fills him up; his eyes turn blue; THEO stares in dazed recrimination, blood dripping from his neck. CASTIEL looks at him, then puts a hand to his forehead; THEO screams, his angelic white light bursts out of him, and he falls to the ground his eyes burned out. 9x09

CASTIEL: He had me. I, uh, I was tortured. But I got away. DEAN: How? CASTIEL: I... I did what I had to. I became what they've become. A barbarian. ...

CASTIEL: It's better I stay away. They're gonna want me even more now. But I'm gonna be all right. I... I got my Grace back. Well, not mine per se, but it'll do. DEAN: Wait, you're – you're back? You got your mojo? CASTIEL: I'm not sure. But I am an angel. DEAN: And you're okay with that? CASTIEL: If we're going to war, I need to be ready.

You are an angel, once and forever. (Hannah, 10x01)

JACK (to DEAN): I don't think you have a firm grasp on what snakes eat. (14x15)

DEAN: There's no use asking "why me?" 'Cause the angels – they don't care. I think maybe they just don't have the equipment to care. Seems like when they try, it just... breaks them apart. (7x21)

CAS: You understand? I can't. I destroyed...everything, and I will destroy everything again. (7x23)

It's what serpents do. When they enter gardens, all they know how to do is consume and destroy.

[emssturniolo]

hey, uh... can i tell you something ?

pairing: christopher sturniolo x reader

summary: after coming out to the triplets as bisexual, chris worries he has no chance of being with you, and you worry you have no chance of being with him

warnings: reader is bisexual with a preference to women ! aka me

a/n: i hate this, but i want to start posting again :) sorry if it disappoints and happy reading

you had been friends with the triplets for a while, but there was something none of them knew about you. your sexuality. something you had come to terms with when you were around seventeen, but now that you were twenty, you were yet to build up the courage to tell your year-long friends. nick had come out to you early on in your friendship, but you didn't want to make his moment yours, so at that moment you said nothing about you being bisexual

now you had a preference for women. a much bigger preference, actually. however that still didn't stop you from developing a crush on chris the moment you met the triplets - and now that you had been hanging out with them everyday for the past seven months, and having even met their parents, you were downbad to a point of no return

you knew though, that if you ever wanted to get with chris, you'd have to let him know about your sexuality beforehand, just in case he wasn't comfortable - which was highly unlikely since he was the most loving an d accepting person you knew, but just to make sure

so here you were, on the couch playing mario kart with the triplets on the couch in their house in la, when you had been not focused on the game at all the entire night, trying to figure out when the right time would be to tell them you're bisexual. you had no idea why your head had made it this big of a deal, but there was no changing it. it was just up to you to build the courage to say it. you were cut out of your train of thought when the doorbell rang, jumping slightly. chris was quick to put his hand on you back and pat his hand up and down to comfort you. you turned cherry red at the sudden contact, thanking fuck that your back was facing him

“food !” nick jumped from his spot on the couch and ran down towards the front door to grab the mcdonalds you guys had ordered earlier. you told yourself it would be calmer if you said what you needed to say while you guys ate, so when you had open packages of chicken nuggets and big macs and fries on the sofa you swallowed the food in your mouth and spoke up: “hey, uh... can i tell you something ?” this rose all three heads up from their places, all with looks of concern or curiosity, leading to a ‘yeah’ ‘sure’ and ‘obviously’ simultaneously. you had gotten yourself into a position you couldn't run away from, so you took a deep breath in and rambled a quick “i know this is hella random and i should have told you guys this a long time ago but i never found the time, but yeah, uh, i'm bisexual-” you exhaled, out of breath from the amount of words that came out of your mouth in those three seconds

matt shrugged and said “that's all you had to say ? don't worry about that shit when you're with us, we don't mind” - nick was giving you a look that said girl, we all knew and chris was looking at you with a caring smile, but something in his eyes made him look worried, but you didn't want to overthink it so you said nothing and happily accepted the hug he leaned in for. then when you pulled apart he gave a sweet reassuring “doesn't make a difference to us”, the sweet smile on his face never dissappearing, yet that questioning look in his eyes remained

★

after more games of mario kart, nick and matt went to bed, which left you and chris to clear up the living room and kitchen. while doing so, chris cleared his throat and looked up at you, which you caught onto having been worrying that you lost any chances of being with him after coming out. he spoke up and in a cute but sleepy tone asked “can i ask you something, about what you like,,, told us earlier ?” and nodded and hummed an ‘mhmm’, and he continued - “i don't know if this is too much to ask, but do you have preferences ? like would you rather date a man than a woman or woman than a man ?” you smiled as he asked the question, your heart warm from thinking that he was just showing you he cared for you, and answered his question, “no, that's okay to ask ! i uh, yeah, i have a preference to women. i don't know why, it's just i find it easier for some reason, ya know ?” you said, trying to make him understand that you weren't completely opposed to dating a man, or you were unless it was him, but you weren't going to tell him that

and he hummed and asked another question

“would you date a man ?- sorry this is weird, i'm sorry”

“no, i don't mind chris, don't worry” though you were questioning his curiosity, you continued to answer his questions

“i mean it depends, it just would have to be like, a really really really nice guy, i kinda find it hard to like them as more than a friend, i don't know it's weird-” he cut you off

“no i get it, yeah, i understand. last question, sorry i'm just genuinely like- i don't know”

“don't worry chris, go ahead, i really don't mind ! i promise”

“have you ever had a- no you know what i'm doing too much. sorry” he apologized, but you knew what he was going to ask, so you answered his question

“i have a crush on a man, chris. don't be scared to ask i promise you i genuinely don't mind-”

“wait have, as in,,, right now ?” he seemed hurt, but sureley he didn't care if you did, no ?

“yeah, i uh. i don't know how he feels though, so i might just try to lose it, really” you confessed

you looked up at him and smiled with a tint of pink on your cheeks, which he caught onto

“wait, is it- matt?” he asked, to which you giggled and said “wrong brother”

chris paused his movements and turned to you, leaning against the counter, not regretting a word you said due to the expression on his face - a big, wide, happy smile. the happiest smile you'd ever seen on him

“you like me ?” he said through a laugh. and you copied his laugh-like sentence and replied, “yeah”

“so am i meant to like, kiss you now?- can you tell i've never done this before” he said, giggling

“listen, i've done this as many time as you have. i don't know, but if ya want to then, yeah sure. you can kiss me (?)”

he ran up to you in a little cute walk and kissed you slowly, passionately, with nothing but pure love

:)

[artdcnaldson]

https://www.tumblr.com/artdcnaldson/760550857388490752/thought-about-2019patrick-tinder-date-dubcon

PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE SHARE. PLEASE WRITE. PLEASE TYPE WORDS. I BEG OF YOU.

I was chatting w 🐞 anon about this <3 my special little enabler <3

🚨TW FOR NONCON/DUBCON, could be triggering, read at your own risk!🚨

BUT thinking about Patrick trolling tinder for a quick, easy fuck after he loses another tournament. He finds you on tinder— hot, flirty, incredibly down. You meet him in a bar for drinks, but you chicken out when it comes time to put your money where your mouth is.

It's like you're playing a game with him— denying him the easy pussy you had promised so eagerly. On the app, you were fucking desperate. You'd been so outspoken about how you wanted to be his plaything for the night, that you liked it rough, that you had no gag reflex, that he could fuck you raw if he wanted— that you had an IUD and he wouldn't have to worry about a thing.

And here you were, playing at being too good for a casual fuck like you hadn't sent him pictures of your pussy an hour ago.

Any other night, he's cutting his losses and finding some other willing girl on tinder to use as a fleshlight, but you caught him on the wrong day, and your fucking attitude isn't helping.

"Cut the shit, and lets go back to my hotel," he says, his breath hot against your ear.

You bat at him with a pretty manicured hand and smirk. "Nuh-uh. You have to earn it."

He doesn't want to fucking earn it. He wants you to give him what you promised him, and if you're too much of a bitch to follow through, he'll just have to take it. He's pretty sure you knew what would happen, that you were trying to gauge his breaking point the entire time. You follow him out to his car, 'to say goodbye'. You know exactly what he wants.

The asphalt digs into your knees as he pushes you onto them, but you don't really even struggle, don't really move as he makes quick work of his fly and pulls out his cock. He squeezes at your cheeks, forces your mouth open, and sinks into the wet heat of it.

You could use teeth, you could bite and claw, but you don't. You let him have it, you let him fuck into your throat, past your insistent gag reflex, and use your throat like a toy. It's wet, sloppy, and primal. Your spit drips down your chin, thick and phlegmy. He cums down your throat, holds you there so you have to swallow, and pulls you off. You wipe at your mouth, cough at the ache in your throat, and blink up at him with watery eyes.

He thinks he sees you smile.

[hailtothepumpkinqueen]

Conversations at the Saloon Part 1

(Based on Clint's 3 Heart Event, with a side of Farmer pining after the sad chicken man without realizing. Takes place after this. Part 2 here )

Why she went into the Saloon knowing damn well Shane was going to be there, she had no idea.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. She knew she didn't feel like cooking, not after getting knocked around in the mines all day. She knew the Stardrop Saloon was the only place in town to get a hot meal and a cold drink. And, as far as she knew, Gus didn't make deliveries. Pick up or dine in only.

But, even with all those factors, she didn't know why she would willingly step foot in a place where she had been yelled at barely 24 hours ago. Of course she could steer clear Shane(like he wanted), but it wouldn't stop the swirl of thoughts and feelings the sight of him drug up.

She didn't understand him. One moment they were commiserating, the next he was snapping at her to leave him alone, and the NEXT he was sending her a frozen pizza in the mail because he "wanted to write her a letter". What was he playing at?? Was she being punked? Did she misread the situation? Did he just...not want to associate with her in public? She had no idea, and she wasn't about to ask him after he basically bit her head off for just saying "hi".

Luckily, he was tucked away on one side of the bar and could easily be avoided. Unluckily, someone else was waving her down on the exact same side of the Saloon: Clint. Making direct eye contact and the "come here" motion with his hand in a way that was not at all subtle. She sighed heavily and hoped to Yoba Shane wouldn't notice her as she made her way over. This had better be important...

"Hello, Kat...Care to join me?" As if he hadn't just been doing his best impression of a flight instructor to get her attention. Pulling out a chair for her so quickly it made an awful screeching sound across the wood floor. If she wasn't so tired and hungry, his awkwardness would be kind of endearing.

"If this is about upgrading my tools, I don't have enough ore yet, Clint. I told you that already." Admittedly her tone was a bit snippy, but he was keeping her from grabbing something to eat and getting the fuck out. Sitting in the chair he provided and propping her chin on her hand.

"I know, I know. I..." he sighed and patted at his sweaty forehead with a napkin. "Let me just go ahead and tell you what's on my mind...I have terrible luck with women, Kat."

Oh dear Yoba, where the hell was this conversation going?

"I swear I'm a nice guy when you get to know me!" He continued, leaning forward on the table as if being able to see him closer would convince her of that. Before leaning away and dabbing his forehead again nervously. "You're a girl, Kat..."

"Last I checked, yeah." She replied flatly, half wishing the floor would swallow her up and she didn't have to be here anymore. But apparently the spirits were displeased with her today because in that chair, in this conversation she remained.

"What advice can you give me? What can I do to make Em--uh, girls give me a chance?"

Either he was very oblivious or very desperate, because he didn't seem to notice her eyes bugging out of her head. That was what he called her over for?? For fuck's sake, she hadn't so much as held hands with a man since college, how the hell was she supposed to give advice?

"I don't know, man. Just...act natural. Be yourself. Women aren't a hivemind, dude, I can't tell you how to get the attention of one specific girl." Whisper shouting and waving a hand in exasperation, still trying to avoid detection from one specific man, even though she was sure he knew she was there by now after the noise the chair made.

Sure enough, when she glanced in his direction, he was looking right at her with a curious expression. Their eyes meeting for a second before she looked away, hoping her hair hid her face.

"That's the problem...I do act natural...but I never have any success." Clint huffed, still seemingly oblivious to anything but what was going on in his head. Turning to where she had just been looking, but only because Emily was now walking their way.

She watched Clint stumble through making a food order, completely fumble a possible attempt to ask Emily out before she went to hand Shane a beer. She watched how easily the pair of them chatted, how Shane's face lit up in a smile like it was the simplest thing in the world. Feeling a twinge of...something in her chest. Something painful.

It shouldn't hurt, seeing him getting along with someone else. She'd seen how sweet he could be with Jas, with the chickens he loved so much. Seen him smile at them the same way he was smiling at Emily. Why did it bother her so much that he didn't smile like that at her, too? That she only got a hint of it before he put the walls up again?

Maybe she shouldn't be surprised he'd talk so easily with Emily. She was beautiful and bright and confident and seemed to ooze charisma like it was her purpose on earth to get along with everyone. Nothing like herself. No wonder Shane probably didn't want to be seen with her in public.

"I'm doomed..." Clint sighed next to her, watching Emily and Shane chat, as well. Almost certainly looking as crestfallen as she felt. What a pair they made.

"Yeah...me, too..."

[resilientwhau]

First post!!

Well! I have finally made a blog for my au! how cool is that?? Well! I'll just list up all the facts I have!

Resils favorite flower is a white orchid more well known as a moth orchid

resilient!Eddie can swallow an entire human whole, I don't know why but he can

Wally cries when an animal dies in a movie, This is why he hates apocalypse or war movies, He knows some animals are dying, even if he can't see it happening- (how silly!!) Child!Resil isn't easily scared unless you use one of his triggers against him

Resil may or may not have eaten a bug once... or twice When and if Resil has enough strength, He'll try to summon his wings and learn to fly, but he chickens out Julie used to be in training to be a gaurd in the kingdom Resil knows how to dance >:3

Frank cannot cook to save his life.

Marcel has anger issues and Resil may or may not have Adhd before the uh outburst, Eddie and Frank took mallow and Resil out for ice cream whenever Frank and Eddie were in town

Reseted! Resil doesn't curse :3

remember when I said Resil doesn't have a heart? Now what would happen once Marcel and REDACTEDs soul leaves his body? Would he continue to live? Or die? We'll find out soon enough :3

despite the fact he literally gets burned and turns blind when he cries, Reset!Resil is kinda like an upgrade compared to what the old Resil/corrupted!Resil was going through

as soon as Marcel and REDACTEDS soul leaves Resils body, He WILL grow smaller, like, a foot smaller

since Resil cries holy water and that shi burns him, Whenever he cries, he bruises his face and he goes blind fo a few days/weeks/months/years, It depends on how much he cried

Once Resil regains his memories of Willow, he'll mentally shut down for a while and Marcel and/or REDACTED will be taking over his body for a bit

The reset removed Resils little claws and now he has paw hands again

Wow! That was- not even all of it- damn

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The DUFF 15

Warnings: groping, insecurity, food and body issues, manipulation, and the usual. Proceed with caution.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for the wonderful responses so far. ♥♥♥♥

Image credit (I want to give dues where due but don’t want the creator to keep getting tagged in my posts as I have been approached by some before that they don’t want me in their notifs)

You sit down as you wait for your order to be called. The metal seat isn’t very comfortable, especially after hours in your office chair. You tuck your bag against the wall and stare out the window as Andy shrugs off his jacket.

He sits with the dark blue garment hung behind him, tugging at his tie but not loosening it. As you glance over, he flicks his fingers up to scratch the stubble along his neck. You rest your elbow on the table then drag it off. You don’t know what to do as the awkwardness of the situation settles in.

“So,” Andy breathes out as he claps his hands on his thighs. Is he nervous? No, why would he be nervous? You’re projecting. “Long weekend, you said?”

You smile, a click in your throat. “Um, yeah, I probably shouldn’t go into detail.”

“That bad?” He lifts a brow.

“Let’s just say next weekend, I’m going absolutely nowhere,” you sigh.

“Sounds like heaven. My wife, ex-wife, is coming back from vacation so she’ll be dropping off the kid,” he brings his hand up to the tabletop, rubbing his ring finger, as if searching for the missing gold, “not really a kid anymore. His teenage angst blows right in after him like a raincloud.”

“How old?” You wonder. You didn’t think Andy was that old, but you’re a bad judge of these things.

“Sixteen, for now. Can’t wait to leave for college next year. Honestly, I kind of feel the same,” he chuckles, “I probably sound like an ass when I say that.”

“I think you mean well,” you shrug, “you know, my dad wasn’t so nice about it.”

“No?” He furrows his brow.

“Uh, yeah, but let’s not get into all that. I’m starving and vulnerable,” you kid.

The bell rings and your number is called. Andy stops you from getting up and insists on grabbing the order himself. He comes back with a tray and doles out the tacos. You try not to be too eager and wait for him to fold one up first.

Your stomach growls in an echo of your mind. You’re thankful for the distraction of the meal, you’re not exactly a social maven. Further, he’s your boss and you’d hate to step on any lines, or over them.

You chow down on the grilled chicken chipotle. The spice is more than you expect and has you reaching for your Sprite. Andy hums in delight as you sip and glance out the window again. It’s dark out now. You’re going to be home late. Ugh, your whole routine is entirely lost.

“I was curious,” he begins between bites, “about this club you went to…”

“Uh, yeah, I dunno,” you say evasively, chewing your straw before stopping the anxious gesture. “It was my friend’s idea.”

“Ah, well, I’m trying to get back on the scene, you know? I tried a few dating apps and a bit too few man girls want to charge for just a chat…” he puts his hand up helplessly, “I’m out of touch, I think. In my day, you just met people face to face so I thought maybe, give it a try, but I don’t even know where to go.”

“Mmhmm,” you swallow, “well, I don’t think a club is really the place for that. It’s more so a hookup type place.”

“Hookup? Is that what happened?”

“Uh,” you shake your head, “maybe a book club? That might be somewhere to start.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t suggesting anything about you,” he backpedals, “I just… I don’t have much going on so I might be trying to fill that void vicariously.”

“Yeah, no, it’s fine,” you wipe your fingers, “I don’t really date. Not seriously. Well, I mean, I haven’t been actively looking. With work and everything–” The door jingles as you ramble, “I barely have enough time for m–”

A figure steps up beside your table. His sole squeaks loudly and you look up, shocked to find Curtis glaring back at you. You’re struck dumb as you can only sit there.

“So this is it? You’re ignoring me for this guy?” He barks, “Bunny, you could’ve just told me you’re a slut–”

“Woah, woah,” Andy stands, “what’s going on? Let’s cool off–”

“No, fuck you!” He grabs Andy’s plate and throws the tacos in his face, “I know who the fuck you are. You got a habit of fucking your employees, Andrew?”

“Curtis,” you get up and grab his arm before he can grab your boss, “Curtis, we’re just having dinner–”

“I’ve been texting you,” Curtis snarls as he turns on you, “all day and I can’t get one reply. Don’t lie to me.”

He latches onto your arm and you cry out. You don’t understand why he’s doing this. Or how he even knew you were here. He’s crazy!

“Let go of her,” Andy slides his arm between you and Curtis, bringing his hand down against Curtis’ wrist, “calm down.”

“Calm down,” Curtis sneers as Andy inserts himself between you and rabid man, “mind your own fucking business.”

“You’re scaring her,” Andy puts his hand on Curtis’ chest and tries to ease him away, “so come on, cool off. Like she said, there’s nothing going on–”

Curtis keeps a hold of you as you’re pulled against Andy. You whimper as you're almost pinned against the table.

“Nothing going on?!” Andy jolts as Curtis lets you go, grabbing Andy’s collar instead, “she’s mine, you understand? You’re just some desperate old man–”

“Get your hands off of me,” Andy’s timbre drops dangerously, “before I make you.”

“Hey, hey,” an employee comes out from behind the counter, “no fighting. Get out now or we’ll call the police.”

Curtis huffs as you cower behind Andy. You can’t see him but you can feel his anger. Andy brushes against you as Curtis releases him. Your boss keeps you shielded behind him as Curtis lets out a snarl.

“Whatever, I was just about to fucking leave,” he stomps to the door as you hide, clinging mindlessly to Andy’s shirt.

“I’m sorry,” Andy apologises to the employee, “we weren’t trying to cause a scene. We’ll just clean up and go.”

The worker says nothing and disappears behind the counter. You see Curtis’ shadow stalk off outside the window. Andy turns to you and puts a hand on your shoulder.

“Are you okay?” He asks.

“Um, I think…” you’re voice quavers, “I don’t know.”

[wifiwulf04]

FNAF DCA Slime Rancher AU

*cracks knuckles, squints at my dashboard and blows*

*hacks up half a lung at the sheer volume of dust flying in my face*

SO, we live :3 and have been watering the brain worm garden, writing… elsewhere that isn’t here and is our Ao3 as well as the uh, *glances at pileup of unfinished works in Google Docs* … actually, ignore that.

At the request of the lovely @sinnabee after watching her stream Slime Rancher 2, here is our list of I guess headcanons that we’ll more than likely end up writing at least a few scenes for :p

Also, Sun and Moon slimes from Sinna!!

Sun slimes:

Has lil nubbin hands to wave and pat things and hold on to Moony fins

Is friendly and vegetarian, fav foods are either heart beets cause they’re full of love or pogofruit cause in the wild they’re the most unproblematic things next to Pink slimes

Has gummy teeth that couldn’t even bruise you if they tried, they just end up harmlessly nomming away

Their rays are soft and very bendy

Will get along with any slime except Ringtails (they turn to stone in the sun and Sun is sad about their very presence freezing their new friends, so they try to bring apology snacks to the statues but as soon as they hop away, the Ringtails make a swift exit-stage-right)

Is infatuated with chickadees (cause Babey Birbs) and will protect them from Tarrs by swallowing as many of them as possible and regurgitating them in a safe place when the coast is clear

Will use their friendliness to their advantage if their Moon is hurt e.g. is so friendly that they can roll up and swallow a hen or two without scaring the rest of the nest, then bring them back to feed their Moon, wherever they’re hiding

Will also protect their Moon by luring threats away and close to a cliff before knocking them off and into the blimey deep (ehehe the slimey deep of the Slime Sea, ahem anyway) below, has absolutely no morality issue with doing this even to another slime or a human they’ve never met before

Suns are usually harmless, but if they're particularly excited or angry, their touch will burn

Their slime is also flammable and can stick to other slimes, but slides right off Moons

Moon slimes:

Have fins and a light like Anglers, slightly more dexterous front fins to hold on to Sun nubbins

Eats meat, but will help their Sun get food, even scaring off other slimes when their Sun isn’t looking to secure food (and only when their Sun isn’t looking cause otherwise they would get an earful to “be nice”. Pft, like being nice gets their Sunny the best food like they deserve)

Also brings their Sun wild honey as a treat

Does not get along with Anglers (they get jealous if their Sun interacts with an Angler, also the Angler's light hurts their eyes), Ringtails or Hunters (because they’re cheeky little sh-)

They have Teeth™ and will use them to protect themselves and their Sun

Their light also hypnotises other slimes and chickens, but Suns are immune to it. It makes a little jingling sound when the hypnosis is in effect

Will go toe to toe (or blob to blob I guess-) with Tarrs, especially if their Sun is in danger with them

Are extremely stealthy, especially at night. 

Is it part of their hypnotism or do they have something in common with Hunters? Viktor would like to know, but when he caught a pair, they were gone the next morning with a note in the corral that just said “better luck next time :p”

He spent the day hypothesising (read: having a minor mental breakdown scientific thought block) how in the hell they 1. managed to escape without breaking anything or setting off his alarms and 2. wrote. In readable English. Even BOb’s communications weren’t nearly as neat.

Facts about both:

They spawn together in pairs and only have the one pairing their entire lives

Rarely spotted, they seem to come and go and at most two pairs have ever been spotted at any one time, always in Starlight Strand

If you catch one but not the other, they will cry constantly (think sadge hungry boi and 'oshit there's a Tarr' sounds) and try to escape until they’re reunited in the same pen or free roam, not just adjacent pens. They will always be drawn to each other, so to find/lure their other half, just walk away with one in the Vacpack and the other will follow

Moon would try to free Sun by biting you and Sun will burn you if they bounce into you, so keep enough Vacpack space free for both

If an unpaired Moon is in a pen, they will start chewing through the corral walls. They’re smart enough to figure out that going for the barrier directly like other slimes do is much more difficult than attacking the barrier generator pillars which are much more solid than straining against a slippery forcefield

If an unpaired Sun is in a pen, a good chunk of your ranch may start to burn. I hope you have fire suppression and a good stain cleaner cause those burn marks aren’t coming out easy. Anything a distressed Sun touches will burn and the metal of your corral wall pillars is not heat proof

Even though Suns are so trusting and friendly, Moons are a lot less so, especially towards ranchers

They're smart enough to figure out that slimes disappearing into the suction tube and seldom being spit back out is Bad

Meanwhile Suns just want affection, trying to boop the rancher as soon as their Moon looks away cause Moon would try to nudge them away and scare/bite the rancher

Ogden swore he once saw a sick Sun, Viktor corroborated his account when he went to investigate and was attacked by an unnaturally dull and dark Sun. Unfortunately, he failed to capture it and when he returned with better equipment, it was gone. No one has seen it since, although Viktor hypothesised that it was a virus that could potentially spread to its Moon counterpart

What he actually saw was a Solar, a Sun which had forever lost its Moon for some unknown reason

Lunars are Moons that have lost their Suns, but no one in the community on the Range has ever seen one

If one is fired into the other with a Vacpack, they will form an Eclipse largo

(from left to right: Moon slime, Sun slime, Eclipse largo)

Eclipse largos:

Because of the velocity requirement (aka basically has to be yeeted together with considerable force, there's no need for them to combine in the wild), Eclipse largos are considered rancher-made instead of naturally-transforming by eating plorts like other largos

As a fusion of the two, they have the combined memories and personalities of Sun and Moon. As such, it is recommended to first gain the trust of and build a relationship with both slimes before fusing them or the resultant Eclipse may be difficult to manage

It’s not hard to have a decent relationship with Sun, but if you didn’t have one with Moon before fusion, you might find yourself nursing your wounds post-spontaneous bite in the middle of pets. Eclipse’s teeth are much, much worse than a cat’s nibblers

They hate being confined to a corral, much preferring to patrol the ranch instead

If the ranch is safe and nothing escaped, there is a chance they will unfuse at dawn and dusk. The chance that they unfuse is much higher if they leave the ranch at these times

They will herd loose slimes into the nearest corral, although occasionally this results in them getting themself stuck until the rancher frees them or they wreck the corral, whichever comes first

If they spot a Tarr, they will fight it by dragging it around with their teeth until it beats a hasty retreat or using its tentacles to throw it into the nearest body of (unoccupied by Puddles) water

They are also sometimes seen just staring into the distance at or near the edge of the ranch, always towards the East

You are not going to be able to force them to go anywhere, they are large and in charge. If you try to, you’re at a high risk of getting yourself or your Vacpack crushed between those dagger teeth

Luring them back to the ranch with the promise of cuddles, a honey-baked hen, cubed cubefruit and a water lettuce salad to wash it all down hasn’t failed yet

They will eat anything, including other slimes although genus cannibalism isn't going to be their first choice

Has there been recorded history of an Eclipse eating tech or a rancher? Viktor might have the answer to the former, but as for the latter… there are no living witnesses. Key word, living. And if the Far Far Range saw one unnamed rancher with a bad reputation gradually lose his slimes and disappear, no one saw anything

Eclipses may not have nubbins, but they can produce long tentacles that appear dark orange in the day and dark blue at night

Those tentacles would be warm or cool to the touch depending on Eclipse’s mood

Overall, not much is really known about them within the community of the Far, Far Range besides for rare sightings, but every time someone manages to capture a Sun or Moon, they escape the next day with an unsigned note left in the corral. Even Viktor’s surveillance tech hadn’t managed to catch the intruder’s identity, but he has footage of a tall figure in a dark cloak walking into his lab in the middle of the night and hacking into the containment unit he had the Sun and Moon in. The slimes hopped out of the open door and the figure looked straight at the camera, holding up a slim finger to their face with the faint glint of teeth and a glowing red eye in the shadow of their cloak as they held up the note, dropping it on the ground before the camera feed got corrupted.

[scribbling-dragon]

Tango and Jimmy talking!

"I'm sorry I blew you up."

"At least you didn't blow up a server"

"Hey- You can't just say that and go mining! Storytime?"

Heart to Heart

Summary:

“Sorry for blowing you up.” He manages, after watching Jimmy try and grab something with his left hand, instead recoiling with a low hiss and an anxious glance in his direction. His own arm twinges, the small shock travelling up and over his shoulder.

Jimmy stares at him for a moment, eyes a little rounder than before, as though he’s not sure how to respond.

-

Tango and Jimmy have a conversation.

(AO3 Link)

(3,244 words)

i got a bit carried away with this one, so, uh, yeah

(reminder than reblogs help more than likes!)

He can hear the chickens clucking below, a soft sound that he barely pays attention to anymore, allowing it to fade back into the periphery of his hearing. It’s comforting, he thinks, listening to the rustle of feathers below and beside him.

Jimmy shrugs his chestplate on, tightening the leather straps with one hand as he watches. He has to readjust it several times to allow his wings to sit comfortably - and he still hasn't explained that. He’s pretty sure he would have noticed the bright yellow wings at the start of the Game.

He didn't. But Jimmy’s not said anything about it, the most he’d done is complain about the lingering pain as though it was a recurring issue. His own shoulders still burn a little in sympathy and in memory.

Jimmy finishes his struggling, giving one of the straps a last tug. He’s avoiding using his left hand- his whole left arm really. Instead, it hangs limply at his side. He watches silently, the same way he’s been doing since he woke up to the sounds of Jimmy preparing to go out.

Neither of them have broken the silence yet, as though they're scared of being the one to shatter the relative calm of the morning. He is, at least. He’s not sure about Jimmy, even though he really should be, but he can feel the beating of his heart, a little faster than normal. It’s just fast enough that it makes his throat clog up with a panic that doesn't belong to him, breathing only a little more difficult.

“Sorry for blowing you up.” He manages, after watching Jimmy try and grab something with his left hand, instead recoiling with a low hiss and an anxious glance in his direction. His own arm twinges, the small shock travelling up and over his shoulder.

Jimmy stares at him for a moment, eyes a little rounder than before, as though he’s not sure how to respond.

The silence settles thickly around them this time, and he almost regrets speaking. Swallowing and looking away. It’s hard to breathe around whatever’s clogging his throat, but he’s not going to say anything to Jimmy. He can feel the panic well enough as it is, he’s sure he doesn't need a reminder on it.

“It’s, it’s not a problem, man.” Jimmy smiles a little, but it looks unsure. He doesn't blame him, honestly, they've hardly interacted outside of the last few days. He’s sure they would have continued on their streak of non-interaction if they hadn't been thrust together by the universe. They could have done with a better revealing moment, too, if he’s being entirely honest.

“It kinda is.”

He’s not sure why he says it. It’s the truth, but the kind of truth you never speak about but everyone knows is there. It might have taken them a little longer to find each other than before, but they’d both still be on green.

Instead, yellow eyes meet yellow eyes, and he can't help but feel guilty for that fact. Even if it’s just a little bit.

Jimmy looks away with a snort of laughter that doesn't sound entirely happy. “Don't sweat it,” he reassures again, “At least you didn't blow up a server, right?” He looks back, grinning as though that’s supposed to be funny.

He stares at him in a way that’s probably really rude, and Jimmy’s eyes drop to the side, a hand - his right one this time - darting out to grab his pickaxe off the end of the table, where he’d dumped it last time he came back from a mining trip, seemingly intent on a quick escape.

“Hey-!” He darts forward, even though it makes him shiver as the blanket he’d wrapped around himself falls away. He snags Jimmy’s arm in his hand, hooking into his elbow and dragging him backwards. “You can't just say that and go mining.” He tugs Jimmy back a little, ignoring the fact that he’s pulling the other man to bed. To their shared bed.

Jimmy puts up very little resistance, tugging once, but that’s an almost expected motion and he puts hardly any effort into it. Instead, he allows himself to be dragged to the end of the bed. His knees bump the bed frame, and he sits down, an automatic response.

“You can't just say that and leave.” He releases Jimmy’s arm in favour of tugging the blanket back over his shoulders, wrapping it tightly around himself. “You gotta tell me. Storytime?”

Jimmy gives him an unimpressed look, even as his wings slump (and really they're too small for him to be paying that much attention to, but Jimmy doesn't seem to realise how well they broadcast everything he’s thinking about at that moment) and he places the pickaxe down, leaning it against the bed.

He bets five diamonds they don't have that one of them is going to stub their toe on that by the end of the day.

“A storytime. Really?”

“Yes, really. Generally you don't let someone drop something like that and walk away.” He releases his grip on the blanket, trusting it not to fall off his shoulders. It doesn't, simply sliding down to settle around his neck a little more. “It’s not the good kind of intrigue, if that’s what you were going for.”

“I wasn't going for some kind of intrigue,” he sounds almost offended, pulling a face at the word. “Just- it’s dumb that you feel so bad for blowing us up, two people, when I blew up a whole server, you know? There were more than two people involved in that explosion.”

“I don't really know, no.” He’d heard that the last server Jimmy had been on had come to a…disastrous end, he was just never told what kind of disastrous end it was. He watches Jimmy, trying not to look too expectant.

He picks up on it anyway. “It’s a long story.”

“And we have quite a bit of time. We’re not rushing towards our untimely demise,” he pauses, and Jimmy does too, “At least, I'm hoping we’re not. So, we have a bit of time to kill.” He shrugs, and Jimmy sighs, unbuckling the chestplate he’d just put on, allowing it to clatter to the floor. The sound rings a little in his ears, so loud he barely hears Jimmy’s muttered apology as he leans forward to stop its rocking.

Honestly, he was going out a little undergeared for a mining trip in just an iron chestplate, stone tools and a lot of hope (he assumes). Maybe it’s a good thing he stopped him, they're not exactly cut out to be the first reds on this server.

“It’s not a nice story.” The ringing in his ears has faded a little, and Jimmy’s sat upright again, chestplate sitting abandoned on the floor. “Not exactly a bedtime story.” He sits stiff, not at all relaxed even though he really should be relaxed, their bed isn't exactly the softest thing around, but Jimmy’s acting like he’s sat on a bed of nails. Which he’s not, for the record.

He hesitates at Jimmy’s obvious reluctance, feeling the way his heart picks up at his silence. He feels a little guilty at letting it drag on for a moment longer, considering his next words and turning them over in his head. “You don't have to say anything if you don't want to, just, I wanted you to know you could speak about it. If you wanted to.”

“Yeah, I,” he cuts himself off with a sigh, “I know. I'm not annoyed at you, just.” He stops again, head dropping into his hands. He watches as Jimmy takes a few measured breaths, feeling as his heart stops thundering quite as anxiously. His fingers curl into his hair, tugging at the strands. “It’s not exactly something I'm proud of.”

“I wouldn't have expected you to be, mistakes happen and stuff.” Jimmy doesn't give a verbal response, only continuing to tug at his hair. He pulls at it a little harsher than before and he doesn't even think about it before he’s reaching forward to grab Jimmy’s hands, the small touch of pain spreading out over his head. “Hey, hey. Don't do that.”

Jimmy’s hands are a lot warmer than he expected them to be. Especially in their freezing excuse for a house. He swears most of the walls are composed of empty space. They're not, but the sentiment still stands.

He tugs Jimmy’s hands free from his hair, carefully untangling them to make sure he can't continue to pull at it. He looks a little embarrassed, cheeks colouring a faint pink that he wouldn't have noticed if he wasn't watching as closely as he is.

“Sorry.” Jimmy finds his voice again, but he doesn't pull his hands back. Tango’s not going to look a gift horse in the mouth, content to keep holding them and leaching as much heat as he can from them.

“Don't apologise.” One of Jimmy’s fingers twitches a little and he’s careful not to jump at the sudden movement. “This conversation is about you, yeah? Either we can leave it here, continue it, or pick it up later when you're ready to talk about it, okay?” He squeezes Jimmy’s hands gently, hoping the motion comes across as reassuring rather than patronising. “It’s your choice.”

“I do want to talk about it, just,” Jimmy looks away, “This isn't what you signed up for, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be.” He squeezes his hands again. “I'm listening.”

“I do want to talk about it,” he continues, “Like, now. Because even if I don't I'm going to be thinking about it anyway, I’ll be thinking about it all day, you know?”

“I think so.” And he does, at least a little.

Jimmy breathes in slowly, as though preparing himself for something. His hands tense, then untense in his hands, before squeezing them, the touch so fleeting he could have almost imagined it. He’s certain he did, actually.

“You knew I was on the Empires server, right?”

“Yeah, just after the last round of the Games, right?”

“Thereabouts.” Jimmy breathes in again, and it’s a little shakier than before, his heart beginning to thrum with anxiety once again. He breathes in slowly, hoping that Jimmy copies, or that it calms his heart a little if it doesn't. “Things just…went a little wrong. I don't think we meant for things to get as out of hand as they did. It was a little like the Games in that sense, that we knew where we wanted to go from the start but we didn't exactly plan how things would go in between.”

“And things started to go wrong?” He guesses.

“You could say that.” And he laughs, but it’s nothing like his normal laugh, instead grating against his ears with an unpleasant sound that makes him want to cringe backwards. He doesn't, only because Jimmy is tense enough as it is and he doesn't want to contribute to that. “Things went wrong, like, irreversibly wrong, around the time of the dragon fight- it was a whole server effort, and it was fun at first. Some of us were trying to kill the dragon and others were trying to keep it alive. We knew where we wanted things to go, you know?”

He nods.

“But I don't think any of us actually realised the impact this demon on the server was having.”

“Demon?”

“It was a corrupted file of some kind,” Jimmy explains, “We called it a demon because it made it seem less severe than it actually was, more light-hearted and stuff. I think it was copied from someone else’s code by mistake, but corrupted. I can't say I know the details, Scott just told us he’d sorted the problem and it wouldn't be coming back to haunt any of us. He didn't want to talk about it.”

“Maybe you blowing the server up killed it?” He tries, “Just, completely wiped it clean?”

“I wish, that would mean I’d have done something useful.”

“Hey,” he squeezes Jimmy’s hands a little tighter than before, holding it for a few seconds longer until Jimmy looks at him, “You can do useful things.”

Jimmy stares at him for a long moment that seems to stretch out, unblinking. He looks doubtful, as though he doesn't believe Tango, before slowly nodding. “The explosion wasn't the intended result of our experiment though.” He moves on, and Tango lets it go for now, however reluctantly. “We’d been hoping to fuse- it’s stupid. Nevermind, just, we caused an explosion in the core of the reactor we were using.”

“We?”

“Oh,” Jimmy blinks like he hadn't even noticed, “Yeah, me and fWhip. You know him, right?”

“I’ve heard of him, yeah. I don't think we've ever met, but I've heard of him.” He might have seen him in an MCC crowd once or twice, but nothing closer. He’s certainly never spoken to him, but he seemed nice enough at a distance.

“Yeah, me and him didn't get along particularly well, mostly for show and the storyline, and he was doing his whole turning over a new leaf bit and trying to help me and all. And it just, didn't go well. It didn't go well at all.” He meets Tango’s eyes as he repeats himself, as though trying to drive the point home. His eyes seem a little watery under the light. “There was just the sound of an explosion at first, and I just- I just froze, as though I didn't know what to do. I did nothing but listen when fWhip told me to run. And I just-” he cuts himself off with something that sounds suspiciously like a choked-off sob.

He folds in on himself again, ducking his head downwards, but not even attempting to tug his hands free from where he’s holding them. He shuffles a little further forward, ignoring the ache when he accidentally presses all his weight onto his tail. “Hey, hey. Just give yourself a moment.” He keeps his voice soft, rubbing a thumb over the back of Jimmy’s hand, watching him carefully as his breath hitches again, wings jerking with a half-aborted move. “Just give yourself a moment.”

They sit in silence for what feels like a few minutes, Jimmy breathing purposefully slowly, in and out, starting again when his chest hitches. He continues to rub a thumb over the back of Jimmy’s hand, almost impressed that they're still warm after him holding them for so long.

“It’s fine, I'm good.” He pulls a hand free to wipe at his eyes, smearing tears along his cheeks rather than actually wiping them away. He leaves his other hand in Tango’s grip, and he doesn't comment on it, continuing to hold it. “It’s just, yeah. I just left him there to die and I didn't even think about how I left him until after I watched his whole castle just explode. There was nothing left- most of the Grimlands was just gone.And I just ran. I left him to that.”

“But he told you to run, didn't he?”

“Yeah, but-” he doesn't let Jimmy finish, cutting him off.

“No. He told you to run, and you listened. If he had time to tell you to run he had time to think things through.”

“He was fine,” he rubs his thumb under his eye again, catching another tear before it can slip down his cheek. It makes Tango’s heart twist painfully in his chest. “He survived, but I still felt so fucking guilty for weeks after. Because it wasn't just the Grimlands that collapsed, it destroyed everything. The whole goddamn server just blew up.  The demon got released from its temporary prison, the ocean got drained. And it ended the entire server. The server just crashed…moments afterwards, probably, just because I didn't like not being good enough.” He spits the last words, the vitriol with which he speaks startling him a little.

He grabs Jimmy’s other hand back, pulling him a little further onto the bed. “You are good enough. Okay?” He punctuates his words by squeezing Jimmy’s hands. “You couldn't have known that was going to happen if the explosion wasn't the original intention of the machine. Redstone goes wrong all the time, Hermitcraft wouldn't be the same if someone didn't make an area entirely unlivable with a failed machine, yeah?”

“It’s not the same.” Jimmy’s eyes are watering again, tears bubbling at the corners of his eyes. “You can recover from that, but that server? It’s just gone. Permanently gone and lost, into the ether or whatever.”

“It’s still not your fault.” He wants to shake Jimmy until he realises that, but he has a feeling that won't help this situation at all. “We’re prepared for things like that to happen, meaning we have fail safes in place. I doubt anyone was prepared for that. You’re as much at fault as anyone else on that server. One shoddy machine could have been all it took to kill that server, for all you know.”

Jimmy hesitates, nose scrunching. “I know.” He settles on with a sigh. “God, I know. It just feels dumb to be worrying over something that happened ages ago. To still be worrying so long after it happened.”

“It’s not dumb. It’s entirely reasonable in this scenario.” He’s tempted to hunt down whoever told Jimmy it was dumb in the first place. He doesn't, hesitating on his next question, eyeing Jimmy to make sure he doesn't still look like he’s going to bolt. “Just, do you want a hug?” He offers, widening his arms out a little, even as he continues to hold Jimmy’s hands.

Jimmy’s hands tighten a little around his own as he stares at him. He still looks like he’s going to cry, mouth downturned and eyes shiny with unshed tears. “A hug would be nice.” His voice is barely audible when he speaks.

“C’mere.” When Tango leans forward a little, releasing his grip on Jimmy’s hands and only a little hesitant about doing so, Jimmy’s quick to close the distance, wrapping his arms around his neck.

He’s even warmer than he expected, seeming to just radiate warmth, even as he seems intent on burying himself in the blanket wrapped around Tango. He grabs the corner of it, tugging it from between them and wrapping it around Jimmy’s back.

He seems to appreciate this, humming a little as he leans a little more into Tango. He can feel their hearts beating perfectly in-sync, slow and relaxed, unlike the jackrabbiting beating from before. 

He tucks his arms a little tighter around Jimmy, mindful of his wings as he does so. He can feel Jimmy’s breath on his neck. He hums a little, the sound rumbling in his chest as he wraps the blanket more firmly around the two of them. Jimmy’s half-sat in his lap by the time he’s finished adjusting it, and he finds he minds it less than he would have expected.

“Just leave mining for now.” He murmurs, careful of breaking the silence that has settled over them, like a blanket. “We can go together. Later. When it isn't the asscrack of dawn.”

That gets a laugh out of Jimmy, and he feels him move his head, so he’s leaning against Tango’s shoulder rather than entirely buried in it. “It’s eight o’clock.”

“As I said: asscrack of dawn.”

[kiribaku-fics-whatever]

Fantasy AU

And Then You by Maplefudge

Dragons live for centuries and it makes little sense to Eijirou that his entire being should gravitate and revolve around only one person for eternity–and so, he’s always thought the idea of soulmates was ridiculous.

That’s until he lays his eyes on Bakugou Katsuki.

ORPHEUS by gumrude

And so yes, it’s not graceful. But there’s a pace, a beat, a steady tempo to it.

They’re different. But equal.

It’s something only Bakugou can match for Kirishima, and only Kirishima can match for Bakugou.

or; bakugou always walks on ahead, and kirishima is the steady support behind him, a sturdy rock

Well-Rounded in All Things by needchocolatenow

Kirishima's missing and Bakugou's on a quest to find him.

A Story About Monsters by AmethystUnarmed

“Some people reported seeing a ‘monster’ in these woods. Heard anything about that?”

The other man’s smile faltered. His eyes widened in what looked like panic.

“Nah, haven’t seen anything like that out here… You sure you’re in the right forest?”

Bakugou had pretty good intuition, but didn’t need it to know this guy was full of shit. He cracked his knuckles, and when he rested his hands down, he rested his palm against the hilt of his sword.

“Uh-huh… You gotta a name?” Bakugou asked. The guy bit his lip.

“I’m Eijirou…” That name rang a bell in Bakugou’s head, but he shoved it away for now.

“Eijirou, you gonna tell me why you’re lying to me?”

or

Bakugou was sent out of the palace to find a monster and stay out of the way of peace negotiations. Instead, he finds a lost prince, and the key to his kingdom’s safety. That is, if curses, bandits, and swamp witches don’t stop him first.

Life’s a Drag(on) by PurplePersnickety

"Sparky," Katsuki turned and laid a hand on Kaminari's shoulder. "I need you to know that the position of Best Man at our wedding is between you and a fucking dragon, so start psyching yourself up to fight for it."

"A what?" Kaminari repeated faintly.

                                           ____________________

Bakugou Katsuki currently experiences three major problems with his life:

1. He helped a dragon with a broken leg once and now it keeps showing up outside his house all the time. 2. He has a huge hopeless crush on the guy with the red hair and the freaky teeth who just moved into the village. 3. He has no idea what to do about either of the above.

Scales Ain’t The Same As Feathers by Julietwasanidiot

Mitsuki launches herself off the horse and towards him, relief slamming through her as she soaks in the warmth of the willowy body of her son in her arms. She’s got a tirade queued up that will have the gods come down from the sky begging to tone it down, but then her eyes fall on the bundle of red scaled wings, white teeth, whiny chirping, and long, long, spiked tail clawing at the crook of Katsuki’s elbow to avoid sliding off to the ground. Katsuki sniffs proudly. “I found me a chicken.”

Or: in which a dragon is mistaken for a chicken for the longest time and Mitsuki clearly never told her child enough legends before bed.

Wild and Free with You by dragontrappedinhumanskin

Bakugo stumbles upon a dragon, and in a whirlwind of events, gets to know Kirishima is so much more than a dragon. He fights with him at his side, trusts him with his life, falls in love with him, and Kirishima falls in love with him too; All while try to get back to his crew he was separated from.

-- Kirishima sped up, swooping up then down, and Katsuki let out a shout of approval, the wind whipping his cloak and hair but he couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt fucking free and like he could do anything up here.

trust me (to be yours) by kiritime

"I hate every single person you've ever met. From now on the only person you've ever known is me. Only I exist. Got it?"

Kirishima smiles, swallowing before he murmurs, "That's a really tall order," and the king throws his arms out in glee.

"You're learning idioms! You got that from me, right? Do you see how I'm the only person ever?!"

"I didn't learn that from you."

The king looks so horrifically, disbelievingly offended that Kirishima wants to laugh so bad but he's shy, and he'll probably sound very horrible, so all that comes out is a low pleased rumble in his throat. And the king's jaw drops before he throws his arms into the air and falls dramatically back onto the ground.

"I found the coolest damn dragon who smiles like the moon and wants to learn from someone like me and apparently also PURRS. I'm fucking done."

Kirishima flushes a little, consumed by so much warmth that it almost hurts or maybe he's confusing pain with something else, and he reaches out to pat the king's arm except the king gnashes at him when he comes close. "Do not touch me, heathen."

We’re a good match, so let’s start a fire by Claus_Lucas

Kirishima thought he’d mess with this guy by pretending to help him hunt down a dragon, but at this point Kirishima really likes Bakugou and doesn’t know how to admit that he is the dragon.

Maybe if Kirishima can get Bakugou to like him back enough, he won’t be told to fuck off forever.

Burning by mr_todoroki

Bakugou Katsuki was sent on a mission to eliminate a dragon threatening the citizens in the kingdom. Instead he meets Kirishima Eijirou, an obnoxiously useless traveller who has something he's hiding.

there's a space here shaped like you by kingdoms

There is an explosion of smoke and air. Everyone shrieks, hands grabbing at each other. As the smoke begins to clear, they can make out a figure, hunched over, coughing into his elbow. They step back. He looks up.

Fantasy universe Bakugou has crash-landed at UA. Kirishima despairs.

Heart Made For Taking Flight by timetoboldlygo

"You seem like you have a good soul, Bakugou," Kirishima grinned, acting like that was something sensible people said.

"That's the worst reason to save someone's life I've ever heard," Katsuki scoffed. "And I don't have a good soul." He'd know better than anyone.

-

Katsuki trusted things he could see, things he could feel. Things he could back up with his own power. Souls were not included, so he didn't necessarily believe they existed. Really, he didn't even think about them, or hearts, or true love, or any of that bullshit. He didn't know or care if it existed and he didn't need to know, either.

Slowly but surely, one Kirishima Eijirou saves his life, remains by his side, and changes his mind.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

11 from the fluff prompts is giving me Taako or Angus vibes if that strikes your inspiration at all :) love your writing!!

11. “All I’ve ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And you gave me that. Because you are my home.”

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"I don't know if I can do this," Angus said. "I feel a little queasy, sir."

He did feel very queasy indeed. Ever since Angus had woken up this morning (and a little last night), his stomach had been tossing and turning. Magnus had checked his temperature twice before he let Angus leave the house and Angus was sure he'd still be at home if he hadn't been so insistent on coming.

The backyard of Taako and Lup's jointed house was decorated fairly well. Over the past four years, the celebration of Story and Song had grown tremendously into a weeklong event. Everyone was expected to be at Neverwinter tomorrow afternoon, to give speeches or greet fans or whatever they needed to do. Angus was very excited to be going again, but first...

First, he had to get this out of the way.

"Listen, little man," Taako said, straightening Angus's bowtie. Angus hadn't even noticed it was crooked. "You're what, eight now?"

"I'm fifteen actually, sir-"

"That's irrelevant," Taako said, despite the fact that he had brought it up. "You're fine with public speaking. I should know 'cus I fuckin' hired you to do that."

"Teaching is different than public speaking," Angus said. "And I don't have a problem with public speaking, sir, it's just the... the meat of the matter, if you will."

"I won't," Taako said. "You're fine with public speaking- great, even! You know everyone here. Hell, you know Maggie, and there's no way in hell he's gonna refuse ya. If he does, then like, I don't know, I'll send a few magic missiles his way-"

"Sir!"

"And maybe he'll reconsider."

"But-" Angus started, but it was too late. Kravitz came to stand by the glass sliding door, not so subtlety peeking in to look at them. He had a microphone in his hand. Angus swallowed nervously.

"That's your cue, kid," Taako said, nudging him towards the door. "Just remember DPYP and you'll be fine."

"D- what? What is a- a Dp-" Angus couldn't even begin to pronounce the word that had just come out of Taako's mouth. He's not really sure how Taako had pronounced it at all.

"Don't Piss Your Pants," Taako said like it was obvious. "DPYP. Keep up." Angus couldn't help it, he rolled his eyes.

"I'm fifteen," he said again.

"Then you'll be fine," Taako said, sliding open the door. "Go on. Get."

Kravitz held the microphone out to him, smiling comfortingly.

"You'll be great," he said, pinching Angus's cheek when he took the microphone. Angus squirmed away, rubbing his cheek to get rid of the sting.

"Right," Angus said. The momentary distraction of Taako making fun of him faded away. Angus tiptoed his way to the little stage they had set up- Captain Davenport had given a little speech earlier, but it hadn't been much. He paused at the steps, taking a deep breath. Taako and Kravitz took their seats and from next to them, Lup nudged Magnus hard in the ribs, pointing over the stage.

Angus took a deep breath and made his way up before he could chicken out. The little crowd in the backyard came to a silence relatively fast. A lot of that had to do with Lup leaning over to smack Merle in the head when he didn't shut up fast enough.

"Uhm," Angus said into the mic. All eyes were on him now. He wiped his hand on his pants. "H- hello everyone. Uh, it's nice to see you all again! I'm gonna try to keep this brief.

"Five-ish years ago, I met three men on a train. They all, uh, they all bullied me pretty much that entire train trip, I think. And then threw me off the train."

"Woo!" That was Taako from the audience, which sent a ripple of laughter through the crowd. A little bolder now, Angus continued.

"If you somehow don't know," he said. "Those three men were Taako, Merle, and Magnus. Once I started working with the Bureau, I got to see them a lot more! A lot of Taako, at least, because he was teaching me magic. But eventually, I started hanging out a bit with Merle and Magnus too! It was a really good time, besides the times they all almost died. And did die, I guess.

"I don't know how many of you know this, but before I joined the Bureau, I was just sorta living on my own. Which was fine! I was fine, I had everything I needed. Or at least, I thought I did. But after joining, I realized the one thing that was missing. And- and that was friends!

"I'm not... the best at making friends," Angus laughed, a little nervously, but hardly anyone else did. Kravitz sent him a thumbs up to make him keep going. "But- but it was easier, at the Bureau! And I didn't realize how much those friends meant to me until I didn't get the chance to be with them anymore. After Story and Song, we weren't really living on the moon anymore. I'm sure I could have gotten help somewhere, but I really didn't want to? I- I wanted to be mature and make my own decisions, mostly due to the fact that I knew I could, if I had to.

"But- but then," Angus said. "When I brought that up to Magnus, as I was in the process of moving out, he offered me a place to live. His place, to be exact. And he wouldn't really let me refuse? Uhm, so when I eventually said yes, I didn't really know what I was getting into."

He swallowed around the lump in his throat, finding Magnus in the audience. He was watching attentively, his elbows up on the table and his head in his hands.

"The years that followed were some of the best years of my life," Angus said. "When I was... alone, by myself, I had a lot of thoughts about what would happen next, when really, all I ever wanted was a place to belong. Somewhere I could call home. And Magnus, with his hospitality, gave me that. Because- because he is my home."

Angus brought a hand up to wipe away his tears. His voice was shaking a little when he went on.

"Which is why I wanted to ask Magnus today, right now, if- if..."

This was it. Magnus's expression had grown a little serious, maybe a little concerned. Lup gave him a big smile. Taako gave an okay sign with his hand.

"If he'd be willing to adopt me," Angus got out, finally. "So I know that no matter where I go and- and what happens, I'll always be able to come back to him. And he can always come back to me. So, uhm, if- if you would like that arrangement, Magnus, please... please let me know?"

A few heads swiveled towards Magnus's direction. Angus's heart clenched uncomfortably in the seconds of silence that followed. But then, Magnus split into a grin. A big, teary grin like he sometimes got when talking about dogs that he really liked or one of his family members or even Julia. He stood up, rounding the table, and rushed to scoop Angus off the stage.

Angus dropped the mic (it made a horrible sound, but he couldn't be bothered) and wrapped his arms around Magnus the best he could, burying his face in his shoulder. He was trying not to cry too hard yet.

"Is- is that a yes?" Angus asked quietly. Magnus pulled back, holding him but the pit of his armpits- he was still amazed Magnus could do that even though Angus was so big now. He was grinning impossibly wider.

"Of course it's a yes, Ango!" Magnus said, sort of teary himself. "I could never say no to this little face!"

He set Angus back down on the stage, pinching at his cheeks like Kravitz had. Through the applause and the tears now streaming down his face, Angus couldn't bring himself to mind the sting as much as he did before.