#bantering

[ilbenmalpensanteus]

Another day (6 — and 17, really), another Prompt(s), another original work by me and @mixu!

You can find it in Ao3 as well.

Prompts:

- There was only one bed (Day 6);

- Cuddling (Day 17).

Leave your thoughts! Enjoy ✨

Love is striving to keep the trust

“You can’t do this, granny!”

The blonde’s whine made Sasuke roll his eyes.

Tsunade huffed, hands firmly seated on her hips, “You aren’t helping your case, brat.”

Naruto growled, taking a few steps towards her only to still when the woman’s glare pinned him on the spot.

“But-”

“Had you not blown your bed to pieces, you would have a place to sleep on,” She cut him off, voice raising, “Seeing how I won’t discharge you ‘till tomorrow, you can take the floor or ask Sas-”

“No!” Sasuke interrupted her immediately. He wouldn’t share his bed with Naruto- he couldn’t do it.

As Naruto sputtered, offended, Tsunade shook her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, “Just take the floor, Naruto.”

The medic didn’t even spare them another glance as she strode out of their room — the door shutting closed with an ominous sound.

“Sasuke-”

“No.” Sasuke turned around, bringing the thick comforter over his head.

He could hear Naruto shuffling around the room — probably looking for a spot where to settle for the night — while mumbling curses and imprecations. When the room eventually fell silent, Sasuke sighed and closed his eyes, trying to forget about the blonde’s presence.

He was almost asleep when a familiar weight made his mattress sink and creak.

“Naruto.” He groaned, threateningly.

“Please, Sas. I-” The blonde paused briefly, then his hand moved to the hem of the blanket, uncovering his head. “I’m cold.”

“You are a ninja, behave accordingly!” Sasuke hissed.

“Please!” Naruto’s begging caused his stomach to churn.

He huffed, annoyed, and scooted towards the edge of the bed.

The blonde tucked himself in quickly, exhaling in relief when the warmth took over his body. Soon, one of his feet slid next to Sasuke’s.

He jumped because of the unexpected contact and rolled on his back to face the dobe, “The fuck are you doing?!”

“It’s still freezing, teme!” Naruto pouted.

“I don’t care!”

“It’s your fault I have nowhere to sleep.” The blonde scowled. “Take responsibility.”

As if Sasuke hadn’t just said to get off of him, Naruto’s limbs flew over him all at the same time, holding tighter as Sasuke squirmed to free himself.

“Naruto-”

“Oh, shut it.” The blond mumbled, his face now hidden within the crook of Sasuke’s neck — his breath raising goosebumps on his skin.

Sasuke’s objections died as Naruto nuzzled his nose against the sensitive column of his throat. “You smell so good.”

Breath suddenly heavy, Sasuke felt increasingly hot, his body molding to Naruto’s.

“Thank you.”

He shivered when the whispered words grazed his lobe — Naruto might have interpreted the reaction as him being cold too because his grip tightened further.

Sasuke laid frozen, his muscles worn out and mind working overtime due to the other’s vicinity. Only when Naruto’s breath evened, his chest rising and lowering slowly, the Uchiha found enough courage to turn within the constriction of the strong arms holding him.

His gaze searched Naruto’s face attentively, trying to burn into his memory the soft lines of his friend's nose, and the straight ones of his jaw.

When his fingers grazed whiskers-like scars, his lips curled in a small smile, and he closed his eyes.

Sleep took over him faster than usual — his heart healing, feeling safer than ever.

[ceciliajohanna]

Addictive

Yet another story from the “A Significant Detail” series. I’m on a roll. This one takes place between “The Gardening Type” and “Mine.” 

A Significant Detail

The Gardening Type

Mine

The Golden Cage

Consequences

The villain was the kind of target that ended careers. Not lives, as far as the hero knew, but definitely careers. They were a medium-risk, low-priority target—the agency’s way of saying that the villain was probably involved in the city’s intricate criminal network but they weren’t sure how yet. Before coming up with the idea that the hero’s super speed might be a good match against the villain’s super strength, the agency had already tried all their usual non-lethal strategies. Drugs, traps, threats—nothing had stuck. The villain had proven themselves to be practically impossible to capture alive, so the agency had handed the case over to the hero.

The hero’s official assignment was to take the villain in for questioning, but considering how no one seemed to care about their lack of progress, they were starting to suspect that they were never meant to succeed in the first place. Without even realizing it, they’d managed to land a distraction job—a dead-end gig that mostly consisted of preventing the target from reaching a higher priority level. At this point, the hero couldn’t help but wonder if the agency would even care if they found out that the villain had figured out the hero’s identity. The target was, after all, properly distracted.

The hero would have hated the villain on principle if distracting them hadn’t been so damn fun.

“Getting tired yet?” the villain asked, grinning as the hero dodged a kick that would have shattered their ribcage.

“I was just about to ask you the same question.” The hero used the momentum to deliver a swift combination of blows to the villain’s upper body. A normal human would have doubled over, but the villain was neither normal nor human. They did flinch, though. The hero counted that as a score.  

The villain quickly recovered, throwing a punch that grazed the hero’s ear. Had the hero been just a millisecond slower, it would have knocked them out cold. It was a dangerous game, where even the smallest of missteps would send them straight to the medic unit at the HQ. The hero had to use every ounce of their speedster ability, moving faster than they’d even thought was possible, just to keep their organs intact.

Fighting the villain wasn’t just fun—it was addictive.

“Come on, love, you can do better than that.” The villain’s eyes glittered with amusement. They swung, and the hero dodged again. The villain’s fist slammed into the side of a container, leaving a deep dent in the wall. The narrow alley gave the villain a natural edge due to the limited open space, but an edge was a far cry from a guaranteed win.

The hero let out a breathless laugh. “You should focus on aiming.”

Another punch. Another dodge. The villain left an opening that the hero deliberately ignored. They’d already fallen for that particular feint before, which had led to them being swiftly pinned to the ground. The villain could’ve easily killed the hero that day, but they hadn’t. Just like the hero, they’d preferred a rematch.

The villain seemed to have developed an addiction too.

The hero’s body was moving on autopilot, dancing back and forth, dodging, punching, dodging, when they noticed a strange movement on a roof a couple of buildings away. A familiar figure was lying flat on their stomach near the edge of the roof, the nozzle of their sniper rifle pointing straight down at the alley. The hero’s heart skipped a beat. They hadn’t seen the sidekick since they went rouge a couple of months ago, but they’d heard the rumors. Out of the city’s many bounty hunters, the former sidekick was one of the deadliest.

The villain’s boot slammed into the hero’s stomach, sending them flying. They hit the ground hard, their body bouncing against the concrete. Gritting their teeth, they managed to roll back up on their feet. It was probably time for them to make a run for it. Dealing with two opponents at once was a bad idea—especially when one of those opponents was the villain. They glanced up at the bounty hunter again, and then frowned. Even though the hero was now on the other side of the alley, the bounty hunter’s aim hadn’t changed. Unease spread through their body as they reassessed the situation.

The hero wasn’t the one dealing with two opponents at once. The villain was.    

“Someone’s not paying attention.” The villain sauntered toward them. Up on the roof, the rifle moved slightly to the side as the bounty hunter readjusted their aim. The hero cursed internally. Someone definitely wasn’t paying attention, but it wasn’t the hero.

“How fast do you heal?” they bluntly asked.

The villain came to a stop, eying them curiously. “Fast.”

“Fast enough to heal a bullet to the head?”

“Planning on changing tactics?” They snorted. “A little overkill, don’t you think?”

“I’ll take that as a no.”

When the bounty hunter pulled the trigger, the hero was already moving. They threw themselves at the villain with all the force they could muster, crashing into them like a human-sized bowling ball. Despite their momentum, they still weren’t sure if it was going to be enough—using brute force against the villain was usually like trying to wrestle with a mountain—but they had to try. The villain had once claimed that they were the closest thing the hero had to a friend. The hero’s response at the time had been to attack them with a shovel, because sadly, they hadn’t been that far off.

The collision was even more brutal than they’d predicted. They heard something crack, the sound originating from somewhere inside them. The villain didn’t topple over, but they did take a small step back. Relief bloomed in the hero’s chest. The villain had moved. The shot went off, but the villain had moved. The bullet missed their head with barely an inch to spare.

The villain, who clearly recognized the sound of a sniper rifle, grabbed the hero and pulled them both into safety behind the container. Pain exploded all over the hero’s body. Running into the villain at full speed had definitely left them with broken bones. Plural. They tried to force back a whimper as the villain gently lowered them to the ground and helped them into a sitting position, but judging by the villain’s expression, they didn’t succeed. Somehow, the villain managed to look both concerned and homicidal at the same time.

“Yours or mine?” The villain’s voice was calm, but their eyes glowed with fury.

“Neither,” the hero replied. “Bounty hunter. They were aiming at you, though. You’re welcome.”

For a moment, the villain, master of comebacks, looked completely speechless. “You did this,” they finally said, gesturing at the hero’s body, “to protect me?”

The hero wanted to shrug, but decided to go with a nod instead to spare themselves some pain. “You owe me one.”

“I do.” For a brief moment, the rage in the villain’s eyes faded, turning into something the hero couldn’t quite decipher. Determination, maybe, combined with a strange heat.

“You have a medic you can call, right?” the villain asked.

The hero nodded again. “On speed dial.”

“Good. Get yourself healed, love.” The villain stood up and gave them the chilling smile of a true apex predator. “I have a bounty hunter to catch.”  

@whumpworld @yells-in-lowercase @scorpio-smiles @whumpsday

[tinyvesselhearts]

(Egon x Reader) Thing is: Chapter 7 titbit

Egon blinks a few times, then looks straight into your eyes. “I need you to do something for me.”

“Yes?”

“Go to my lab. There’s a green notebook in the top- left drawer of my desk. Read everything I’ve written on the Collective Unconscious and how its omnipresent noise can influence the human mind. Don’t conduct any experiments by yourself, do you understand?”

“I understand but may choose to ignore it. I mean—”

“No. This is important. The whole research is incomplete, I’m still working on it. Please, wait for me. I’ll be back before you know it. Alright? I’ll be back and then we proceed. Later. When I return. I can’t stress it enough.”

Egon doesn’t repeat himself. He doesn’t. It’s a thing.

You gulp.

“You seem, uh, agitated? Is it… worse than we thought?”

“No. It’s exciting”, he raises an eyebrow. “But may also be deadly and we wouldn’t like that. I’d appreciate your cooperation and abstinence. Especially since you tend to get a little overexcited when unsupervised.”

“Wow. I’ve never felt so offended by something I one hundred percent agree with.”

“Abstinence, my overly eager underling. It’s a virtue every scientist has to live by, unless they aim for total annihilation.”

[seanwriting]

Whiskers, Howlers, and Claws

The date is going well, laughing and delight raising to new heights as Lupo and Reagan enjoy their time together, swapping stories and getting to know each other very well. At this point you can draw the curtains on this perfect little couple, but another gang rolls into the scene, the Claws, here to make things worse and put the couple in a dangerous situation. Cuties being cuties, sudden danger, poking the bear literally, petty but exciting theft, and driving off into the night, what more is there to love? Snippet of the story below~ The lights of the city are in full bloom, the huge skyscrapers becoming beacons in the distance while the flashing lights of a concert can be seen across the shimmering water of the lake. As the neighborhoods of the city settle in for sleep, the night life is reborn with music being played for all to enjoy or dread as the case my be. At El Mejor Lugar, most of the evening crowd has left in favor of those that are going from one party to another, grabbing a bite to eat a bit more to drink. Some of these traveling parties have set up in the main rooms of the restaurant with new bands playing a bit higher tempo for them. In the outside patio area, there is only a sporadic few eaters left; an older couple drinking and enjoying the view of the lake, a trio of friends still catching up after years apart, and a pair that is engrossed in a story being told. Most of the food on the pair’s table has been eaten and cleared, only a few drinks left between them that have already been forgotten about. Reagan is starting at Lupo with a wide surprised smile on her face, a mix of disbelief and wonder at the story being told. Her tail sways in delight behind her, all pretext about what lead to this date pushed aside as she finds herself having the time of her life. She lets out a chuckle as Lupo leans back, story told with a proud smile on his face as she asks, “Let me get this straight; not only did you steal a rich guy’s prized motorbike and crashed it, but then you went back in and stole his fucking paintings? How?” Lupo laughs as he shakes his head and leans forward, his tail wagging with abandon behind him as he can’t stop smiling. In fact he hasn’t stopped smiling this entire time and started to forget what it was like to not laugh like this every day, “No, no, no, I didn’t say it right. Carlos… uh… ‘Crash’, came with me for the job because he wanted to make a name for himself. So I found him the keys to the bike and told him to drive it out while I grabbed the paintings, he wasn’t supposed to crash it el maldito idiota. That bike was worth a lot in parts but in the end it became the most expensive distraction…” He takes a drink to get rid of the dryness in the throat, realizing that he has been talking for a while now without a break. Reagan laughs at his correction, letting out a sigh as she shakes her head to catch her breath, trying to calm the blush across her face. After a moment a thought comes to her as she leans forward and gives him an expectant look, “Wait, is that how he got the name ‘Crash’?”

You can find the story here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43313886/chapters/109178001 If you want to read more stories you can find them here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/SeanShannon/works If you want to commission a story of your own you can find my commission form here: https://forms.gle/pojvm3Nx1TEwR1uC6 If you have any questions see my Pinned Post for more info~

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[awetfrog]

Do u think gales autism would just make him immune to astarions manipulation tactics

[aqrilene]

Someone forgot about sunscreen. ☀️

[bladesmitten]

WYLLVEMBER DAY 12: astarion

[anastoza]

I'm on a quest to sketch my favorite party banters maybe next time I won't get so carryed away and color it heh, but my soul kinda needed some colour Also, I kinda went through act 2 and 3 untill they've fixed missing party banter, I personaly haven't heard it myself, but i did hear it on youtube

[badasserywomen]

My three murder tanks are wives in my eyes and my tav is just there to ensure they are all well fed.

[mobius-m-mobius]

#obsessed with their priorities

[zebruh]

it's funny when you marry alex in stardew cause his grandpa goes whaaAat noo what the hell two men? getting married? I didn't get my dick blowbn off in the coal mine for this! then give him a week and he's like heh my uncle was a farmer it's a noble, manly profession. I guess you're alright.

like I guess alex didn't mention to anyone he was dating the farmer who runs around in a crop top and trash can lid hat until last minute wonder why

[straylaughs]

neuvillette is just so peak character to me because everytime we see him do some regular human things i instantly remember that he's literally the hydro dragon sovereign incarnate, one of the 7 elemental dragon sovereigns who ruled teyvat before the primordial one and descenders came, a being that possesses power that far surpasses archons and you're telling me he fell for a marketing scheme

[quikyu]

They’re great!

[hannikin-grahamkin]

He's not my enemy. He is my homoerotic rival and if anybody but me ever tries to hurt him I will promptly kill them.

[ao3-crack]

(x)

[autumnkellywrites]

King of Diamonds (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/story/309422246-king-of-diamonds?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_myworks&wp_uname=AutumnKellyWrites&wp_originator=UhMh%2F4IsankX1bPU1b4kQO5xzU4GqJxMbWirzjDtnxauQqkYapm%2F%2BbtBzejJC%2F%2BqNvEqtGObH3meWXeT0vRjYhekElFDFjh5omrJdHpNu02E%2BGFRxAhpxV%2BB7%2BEbRJFp

 Agent Kit Tane has worked her way up in the Earthen Space Agency (ESA) to become one of their top agents. She is sent on a mission to figure out why stolen Earthen ships have been found on an ancient planet called Whisp'el. 

 With the future of the universe hanging in the balance, Agent Kit Tane must push past her own hesitations and find the truth about what is happening. With the help of the largest crime-lord in the universe, a cyborg, an orphan, and a three-legged dog, Kit embarks on a journey to find the truth and save an ancient planet from destruction. 

This is a Norrokian Insurgence Archives Story Won 1st place in the Debutante Awards under General Fiction. Won second place under the action/adventure category of the Okami Awards.