#hot dang that's a lot of questions

[ltleflrt]

Figuring out I'm on the ace spectrum was so difficult because I have always been a horny bitch. I knew what sex was at a fairly young age, because I'd asked my mom and she's one of those good parents who'll answer questions like those, and as I grew older and would ask more complex questions, her answers would evolve along with my curiosity and understanding of the world. And I remember having fantasies as young as 9 or 10 years old, even if they were hella vague and nothing close to what sex actually is lol

So as I became a teenager, and all my friends' focus turned from playing with dolls to flirting with boys, I automatically thought I was attracted to boys. And I paid more attention to Cute Boys than I did to Cute Girls, because girls were just nice to look at while boys were People To Have Crushes On. Because of heteronormativity. Looking back on it now, I know there were girls I liked to stare at just as intently as boys, although less often because I wasn't trying to pay attention. And I certainly didn't fantasize about girls because I started reading romance novels in 5th grade, so I was fantasizing about male romantic partners because that was the fiction I was consuming. I didn't even realize fantasizing about girls was possible until I was 17, and I had a few "am I a lesbian" internal crises for years because of it.

So when I did start having sex, I had A LOT OF IT with SO MANY different guys, and eventually a couple of women once I started accepting that bisexuality was real. But it was never really fulfilling. Not like my fantasies were. Not like my books were. I was slutty because sex was fun, I was horny, there were plenty of options so I kept searching for that satisfaction I was craving.

Getting married was a relief (even though it turns out I'm aro-spec too lol) because I was tired of hunting, and even if sex with my husband was meh, at least I had someone around to scratch that itch if I had it, and he didn't mind if I occasionally took care of things on my own because I'd read an especially hot scene in a romance.

I learned about asexuality in my early 20s, but I brushed it off. Couldn't be me, I'm far too horny for that. But I think that comes from the fact that everything you hear about Aces is attached to sex-repulsion or sex-indifference. I wasn't either of those things. I was horny all the dang time. I was fantasizing about sex all the dang time. I figured actual sex was meh because my imagination was so vivid that real life could never match up. Which could be true to an extent, but I think not as much as popular opinion would have us believe. If fantasy was really that much better for everyone, then I think we'd have less incels and unplanned pregnancies than we do.

In my 30s I finally saw people talking about The Spectrum, and I started examining my past, and I figured out I wasn't really attracted to anyone I had sex with. I do occasionally find someone attractive; there are men and women and enbies who make my skin feel tight and give me a little wave of lightheadedness lol... but it's always always the fantasy that gets me really going. If given the opportunity I wouldn't have sex with any of those people. Thank you, but no thank you, I'd rather just imagine it than physically participate in the act with them.

(Ok I might go down on them, but that's less about wanting sex, and more about being able to add them to my Tally. Hell yeah I want to brag about making *insert hot person* have an orgasm. There's PRIDE in that kind of accomplishment lol)

I have a lot of respect for aces that are not horny. I understand it even if I don't share the sentiment. And I feel like most of them understand me even if they don't share the sentiment. There's a solidarity between us.

Until I go into a fandom tag for a character that the aces have glommed onto because they're canonically ace or headcanoned as ace. Good lord, the non-horny aces can turn into downright vicious bastards if a horny ace sexualizes their blorbo.

This post is for them.

Horny aces exist. Please look up "autochorissexual, lithosexual, and aegosexual."

Refer to those definitions in regards to romantic attraction as well as sexual attraction.

Some aces may not fall into one of those definitions, because asexuality is a spectrum, but they may still be horny.

Horny aces are not disrespecting you by enjoying being horny on main. We promise we'll wash the stickiness off our hands before we hold your hands in queer solidarity.

And most importantly: Your blorbo is fictional and does not need to be defended from icky sexuality. They exist in an infinite multiverse, so your blorbo and my blorbo are not the same, even if they appear to be on the surface.

AND:

This post is also for the people who are confused about themselves because they're horny but don't actually feel attraction. You're not crazy, you're not wishy washy, you're not "waiting for the right person to come along" (unless you are, in which case I hope you find them). You're just a thin strip of color on a massive rainbow that holds more unique shades than anyone can perceive at a glance.

You're valid. You're one of us too.

And don't be mean to the non-horny aces. Tag your smut so they can avoid it. (But actually so I can find it lol)

[sugar-phoenix]

𖥔 . overheating . 𖥔

synopsis: you're out on an operation with Boothill, and after a long battle and a quick getaway, you turn to realize that the cyborg cowboy is...overheating. With all the implications that come with that. tags: f!reader (Boothill refers to reader as "Lady" and "Missy" once), no smut, fluff, light romance a/n: 1.3k words, wrote this in a craze based off of a headcanon that @k9wa and @nvuy posted about! tickled my brain too much!

ao3 link here!

The sound of gunshots rang out in the night. You ducked in your getaway vehicle, a hover car illegally outfitted with nitrogen turbo boosters. Sticking our head out of the car every now and then, you aimed your pistol at the heads of IPC guards, knocking them dead left and right.

Boothill had been inside the IPC base for a while now. It was supposed to be a quick job. He only needed to run in, download the secret data straight to one of the USB ports on his hip, and then run out. Probably nailing an IPC soldier or ten in the head while he was there.

“Boothill,” you muttered, “where are you?”

You met the cowboy only once before this operation — he had sought you out as a fellow Ranger against the IPC for your getaway vehicle.

“’M gonna be lootin’ a pretty big IPC base, ‘n I need some kinda escape route,” he drawled. “You git me?”

You happily agreed. Why not? Anything that would be a loss for the IPC was a win for you.

Not to mention the cyborg cowboy was one of the finer men you’d come across in your travels.

Presently, you shook that thought out of your mind and fired a shot at another guard. It’s better to stay clear-headed when you’re in a shootout. Any unholy thoughts were perfectly fine to sift through in safer, calmer settings.

“Where is that dang cowboy?” you muttered again for the fifth time.

A hoot and a holler rang through the air, and you glanced towards the entrance. As though in answer to your question, Boothill emerged from within the base, running full gallop towards the vehicle.

“Start drivin,’” he ordered as he slid into the passenger seat.

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you replied as more IPC soldiers spilled out of the entrance. The engine roared as you slammed the gas pedal to the floor.

“Ugh, turn up the A/C,” Boothill groaned.

“Turn ‘em up yourself, cowboy,” you responded. “I’m too busy making sure we’re getting away.”

The cyborg reached towards the dashboard and rotated the knob to the coolest possible setting. He leaned back into his seat, huffing and panting.

“All good?”

“Yeah. ‘S just a lot of fighting. Got me worked up.” He sniffed. “This dang A/C ain’t cool enough for me.”

You shrugged, checking the rearview mirror. The IPC vehicles were hot on your heels.  Thankfully, that wasn’t a problem for you. As an expert driver, you were fully trained in the art of evasive maneuvers. It’s what the cowboy hired you to do, after all.

You sped into the nearby city, a metropolis that conveniently had many twisty alleys and tight turns.

“This’ll be a piece of cake. Don’t you worry, cowboy,” you chuckled. The cowboy didn’t answer, and you were too busy focused on the road to check on him.

Drifting through intersections and jumping across lanes, you managed to throw off the majority of the IPC squadron pursuing you. There were only three small hover vehicles left, chasing you through a single-lane alleyway. You revved your engine to taunt them and cackled as the reverberations echoed off the buildings on either side.

The hovercar drifted, fishtailing as you made a sharp turn to the right. You swore as the sound of screaming metal rang out in the air, signaling that your spoilers had scraped against the walls.

“That’s gonna cost ya, cowboy,” you quipped, smiling as you saw two of the three vehicles crash into the wall behind you.

“Lady, I ain’t at fault for your drivin’ skills.”

You snapped your head towards Boothill, giving him a full-on death glare.

“Not that you drive bad, missy! I was just sayin,” he said, raising his hands up in surrender. It was then that you realized he’d unzipped his jacket, letting it fall lazily off his shoulders.

Heat rising to your cheeks, you snapped your attention back to the road, trying to evade the last IPC hover vehicle. A few quick turns and an IPC crash later, you pulled into a dark alleyway and braked, turning off the car.

“Why are we stoppin’?” Boothill asked.

“They’re probably swarming the city. Best to lie low for now until it all subsides.”

There was shuffling in the passenger seat, and you turned to look.

Boothill laid back against the seat, his limbs sprawled out. His bangs were arranged in wet clumps, and sweat gleamed off his face in the glow from distant neon signs. The rest of his long hair was put up along the headrest behind him, leaving his neck bare. His jacket, bandana, and hat were thrown in the back, leaving his upper torso bare for all the world to see. His pants were shrugged low on his hip, almost revealing his unmentionables (did cyborgs even have unmentionables?). Panting and huffing, he closed his eyes, frowning. You could hear a loud hum emanate from within his robot body.

“Boothill?” you croaked, fighting to speak through the feeling of your brain frying in your skull. It wasn’t just his appearance that was, well, hot, but a boiling heat was radiating off of him. You had hardly noticed in all the earlier action.

“Yes, darlin’?” He groaned. Your heart fluttered at the way he said darlin.’

“What. Are you doing?” You hardly thought the cowboy was one to give in to his darker desires at the drop of a hat, although there was something off about the scene that told you it wasn’t motivated by lust.

He chuckled before answering.

“Told ya I got worked up during that fight. I’m overheatin.’ One of the problems with having a robot body, ya get me?” Boothill breathed out heavily, his breath steaming in the air. “Fudge,” he muttered, closing his eyes and frowning again.

“Are you in pain?” you asked. His stance was akin to a man tortured, impaled from the back with hot iron spears.

“Nah, darlin,’ nothin’ like that. Just… hot, is all. Really fudgin’ hot.” Boothill let out a breath of steam again. “It’ll go away, like it always does. I jus’ need ta’ keep still for a lil’ bit. Let it cool down.”

You leaned over him, trying to ignore how close you were to his hot (both physically and metaphorically) abs, and pushed the passenger door open. It only went so far as the narrow alleyway let it, but you could feel the cold air of the night wash over you both.

“Thank ya’ kindly, darlin,’” he murmured.

“Don’t mention it,” you said, leaning back. You jumped when your arm brushed over his body.

“Did I burn ya?” Boothill didn’t move but his eyes fixed you with a worried look.

“No, you didn’t, it’s just…” You trailed off, not knowing how to end that sentence without embarrassing yourself. A heat creeped over your cheeks again.

“Oh, I see,” he smiled. “You can touch me if ya want darlin.’ I don’t bite.” He punctuated that sentence with a wide grin, showing off his shark-like teeth.

“But not right now,” he said as you tentatively reached an arm towards him. “Not while I’m hot like this. And it ain’t cause I might burn ya sweetie, but with all due respect, I ain’t wanna touch anything right this moment.”

“Got it,” you said sitting straight back in your seat.

A silence filled the car, gently broken by the whir of Boothill’s internal fans and the ambient hum of the city outside.

It was a comfortable, soft kind of silence. You let it soak into your flesh, down to your bones, etching this moment inside of yourself. It was nice.

“’Course, when I’m not overheatin,” Boothill murmured, “you’re free to touch whatever.” He grinned mischievously.

“Stop it,” you said. “You’re gonna make me overheat.”

dividers by cafekitsune

[monstersflashlight]

idk if you want to make this a full on fic but I was just imagining trinket fairy reader with a dragon idk you wanna make it Platonic or not up to you, but I didn't imagine much only those two as pairings and how they might possibly bond

Sorry if it's really vague and not giving you much of an idea 😭

Love you and your writing ♥

Thank you! Means a lot. <3 Mmmmm I like your idea. I’m thinking of fairy and dragon with multiple forms, so in this piece they are in their more human-ish form, but the size difference is still big. Like he can be a basketball player kinda tall, and she can be like 30-40 cm shorter. Like BIG size difference, and lots of banter. I think It would be really fun to see them interact regarding his hoard. The idea of a trinket fairy taking all his things just to use them for gadgets and building new crazy stuff while driving him crazy, but not really bc he’s deeply in love with her… Peak storytelling. So yeah, that’s where my head is at with your idea, but make it spicy. Hope you like it!

Restaurant delight

Dragon x fairy fem!reader || teasing, banter, semi-public sex

You were having a dinner date, mandatory by his strict standards of what a relationship meant. You thought it was really funny how insistent he was about taking you out at least twice a month. He told you it was to keep the romance alive, and you didn’t mind, you liked to show off your big hunk of a dragon boyfriend.

“You need to stop taking things from my hoard,” he told you out of the blue as you were reaching for some garlic bread. You blinked slowly up at him, your wings twitching behind you.

“No.” You munched on some bread as he sputtered beside you.

“Wh-what? What do you mean no?” He looked confused and annoyed, a purple-ish blush creeping on his blue skin.

“What’s the point of having a dragon boyfriend if I can’t use your stuff to build cool gadgets?” Your logic was perfect. He had tons of stuff, you liked stuff. You took stuff, you build stuff. Easy, simple.

“I- You- No. They are my precious possessions,” he tried to argue.

“I took a plastic car.” You sent him an are you kidding me look. You didn’t want to be mean, but you also knew he really didn’t care that much about the things you took from his hoard. He had a ton of stuff, most of it he didn’t even know was there.

“It was shiny!” His exclamation made you want to giggle, but you referred, biting your tongue as you looked up at him. Dang, why was he so damn tall, you had to look up even when you were sitting down. Damn hot dragons and their incredible height.

“You didn’t know you had it until I took it,” you counterattacked.

“I- Please, stop.” His tone was sincere, but you also knew him too well. He wasn’t really trying to argue with you. Someone was horny and wanted some fun banter to get you riled up. He knew you always wanted harder and faster when he argued with you beforehand. It wasn’t the healthiest approach to your sex-life, but it was fun as fuck.

“Does it really bother you so much?” You asked, trying to sound sincere and innocent, not playing into his game. He loved to rile you up, but you loved to be a brat about it even more.

You knew it worked when he looked at you confused. “I- Yes?”

“Is that a question?” You kept munching on the bread, completely nonchalant about his alleged annoyance.

“No?” You bit down on the bread to keep from smiling at him. “Okay. Okay. I just… I like my hoard.” His statement was lost when his face got even more purple. He was embarrassed, and he looked so fucking adorable you wanted to coo at him.

“I like it, too. I’ll stop if it bothers you… Or we could make a deal.” Your flirty smile wasn’t lost on him, who looked at you with a glimmer in his eyes.

“What deal?” His big wings twitched behind him, a telltale sign that he was getting nervous, anticipation probably filling him.

You munched on some bread and waited patiently until he was drinking a bit of water before telling him: “You allow me to take stuff from your hoard and I suck your dick.” He choked on the water and started coughing loudly.

You patted his big back, “accidentally” touching the base of his wings, the area you knew perfectly well made him lose his mind when caressed. Your fingers lingered a bit there, as he regained control of his breathing. He shuddered at the contact.

He looked at you with fire in his eyes, you lowered your hand and rested it on his thigh. “I bet I could even do it here,” you murmured. You didn’t give him time to react before your hand was over his growing erection, making him squirm under your touch and flush heavily again. He was adorable.

“Wh-what?” He stuttered, his pulse picking up as you licked your lips looking straight at him. He shivered visibly and the hardness under your hand twitched.

“You like that? You like the idea of me sucking your dick in a restaurant’s bathroom, big guy?” You knew you hit a nerve when his wings fluttered, almost hitting the poor waitress as he walked pass your table. He apologized profusely as you squeezed his dick. He looked back at you angrily, but he didn’t stop you. His flushed skin was so bright you wanted to kiss him senseless, but you were already thinking in other stuff, spicier stuff.

You were about to open his fly to get some skin to skin contact when the waitress arrived with your food. Your hand never left his clothed dick, rubbing softly as you cheerfully talked to her. Your boyfriend was a stiff form next to you, his big hand resting over yours, but not stopping you.

You ate with one hand and left the other over his dick, absently stroking him as you kept the conversation flowing. “Act normal or people will realize,” you instructed. He looked around panicked. You giggled and kept telling him about your day, and what new gadget you created. When he whimpered, you decided it was time you made good on your deal. “Go to the bathroom,” you instructed. You took your hand away from his dick and smiled when he got up fast. There was a wet patch in his pants. He covered it with a hand, but not fast enough for your eyes. “I’ll see you there in a few.” You smirked at him as he almost ran to the bathroom.

You followed a few minutes later, slowly making your way to the restroom, checking there wasn’t anybody around before entering the man’s bathroom. He was pacing the tiny space when you opened the door. You pushed his big chest until he was sitting down on the toilet. You positioned yourself between his knees and fell to your kneed before him. He whimpered.

You took him out of his pants and slowly started mouthing him over his underwear, making a mess of it. Making a mess of him. His head was thrown back, and the precious shimmer of his scales was making you itch to touch him. You took him out of his underwear and went right for it. He wasn’t expecting it and let out a loud shriek when your tiny mouth tried to stretch around his tip. You both know there was no way his dick could fit inside your mouth, but you could be smart about it.

You played with his tip for a bit, but realizing you didn’t have that much time before someone thought you bailed without paying the check. You grabbed him with both hands and started a fast pace up and down, sucking the underside of his dick and making him whimper. He was looking at the ceiling when you asked: “So, do we have a deal?” He looked down at you, dick still against your lips, and groaned, his dick twitching. You stopped moving your hands when he didn’t answer.

“Yes. Yes. Whatever you want. Take whatever you like.” You smirked up at him as your wings fluttered behind you. Seeing him so gone was turning you on like crazy. You couldn’t wait to get him home and ride him.

You lowered your head and started a punishing pace with your hands as you latched into his tip and started licking and sucking and doing everything in your power to make him lose his mind. “Good boy,” you whispered against his flesh when he shuddered under you. He was so close you could feel the temperature around you rising, his dragon fire so close to the surface. “Come for me,” you ordered, your mouth a few millimeters away from your expecting mouth. He complied instantly. Shooting rope after rope of cum in your open mouth, some of it landing on your lips and making him groan softly.

You swallowed everything he gave you and rested your head against his thigh. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. You looked up in time to see a big black circle on the ceiling. He breathed fire and burned the fucking ceiling. You started laughing so hard that you fell on your ass in front of him. He looked so embarrassed and cute that you laughed harder. “Stop it,” he muttered, his face bright purple.

“Was it that good?” You teased.

He growled at you, without malice. “You know it was. You always are. Your tiny hands and your fucking mouth… Ugh, you drive me crazy.” He picked you up from the floor and devoured your mouth, groaning when he found his own taste there. “Go back out, I’ll wait for a bit.”

You sat down back to your table and smiled at the waitress, she definitely knew what you two did in the bathroom. You didn’t care. You would do it again in a heartbeat. There was nothing better than your boyfriend’s dick. He came back a bit later, still looking embarrassed as he asked for the check and urged you out the door before somebody discovered the big black burn in the bathroom’s ceiling. You laughed all the way out.

You were walking to your car when he told you: “You know I would have let you have all my hoard without any deals, right?” You smirked at him as you walked to the car, an extra movement to your hips that made him groan behind you.

“Yeah. I know. I just wanted to suck your dick.” His footsteps sounded loud against the pavement as he followed you, your wings fluttering again when he embraced you from behind, and turned you around, his hands landing on your ass and pulling you up so he could kiss you properly.

[roostersbby69]

0.3 For old times sake

Summary: Bradley hasn’t gotten any action with his wife. They didn’t have kids, not because of their jobs, but because she just didn’t want to anymore. Bradley had a very high sex drive, and his maid that his wife hired might just give him a memory refresh of how good sex is.

Warnings: age gap (reader is 25, Bradley is 36), alcohol, language

Word count: too dang many

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x maid!reader

For old times sake masterlist. Full masterlist.

“I don’t see why it’s a problem, Isabelle.” Bradley groaned as he shoved his face in his hands on the edge of the bed.

“It’s because it gets fucking tiring, you always asking me to have sex.” She got up and crossed her arms over her chest.

Pilates was really working on her, her arms became more toned, her abs more defined, and her shoulders wider.

“Is it a crime to want to have sex with my wife?” He stood up now, getting angrier and angrier by the second. This was the third time this week he’s tried to pursue something with her. And nothing has gotten anywhere.

“No, but it should be a crime to want to do it every fucking night.” She scoffed and made her way to the bathroom.

All he wanted was some action, anything would do, a handjob, some head, hell even a kiss on the cheek would make him cum at this point.

He huffed and stormed out of the bedroom and into the kitchen, he grabbed a beer and cracked it open. His face was hot as it traveled down to his neck, he grabbed his phone and walked out to the porch to make a phone call.

He pressed the contact he was looking for and placed the phone to his ear.

“What’s up?” A female voice came from the other end.

“I’m not sure why I called, I just need someone to listen.” He beat himself up for being so vulnerable right now.

She sighed, “Go on, what did she do this time?”

“She doesn’t want to do anything with me.” Bradley tried to make it PG for her.

“What do you mean, Rooster?”

“Anything, in bed.” He almost muttered the last part, shamefully.

He expected Natasha to throw out an ‘Ew’ or a ‘gross’ but this time she didn’t, “Rooster, dump her.”

“I can’t, Nat, we’re married.”

“Divorce her.” She corrected herself, “All women want is sex, at least thats what my girlfriend tells me, I don’t know man maybe you’re just getting old.”

“Natasha, I didn’t call to get a sex education lesson,” He ran his hand along his face, “She’s always been like this, we used to be physical but, somethings changes. Ever since she got these new friends, this new job and started a stupid workout class. She just doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

Phoenix sighed from the other end, “I don’t know what to tell you Bradley, other than divorce her or have a good talk with her.”

“She even hired this maid…” oops, didnt mean to blurt that out.

“A maid?” Nat questioned, “You mean like an old lady who goes around and cleans your house?”

He rolled his eyes, “No, Nat, a maid that destroys the house. Yes a maid that cleans the house.”

“Damn, is she hot?”

Bradley shouldn’t be talking about this. Not while his wife was in the house.

“Yes.” Too late now.

“Damn, Bradshaw. You’re a dead man.” She laughed humorously.

“Yeah, I know.” He shook his head and sighed.

-

Turns out, Isabelle ran out of the house after their argument and went to her dumb class that she goes to all the time.

So Bradley didn’t see why it wasn’t okay for him to go to the Hard Deck tonight for a couple of drinks and his friends.

He pulled up in the parking lot and turned the engine off. He grabbed his wallet and made his way to the front door which was open and buzzing with people and music.

The first thing he saw was his friends shooting pool and handing out beers to each other.

This already lifted his mood as he made his way towards them and folded his sunglasses on his shirt.

“Rooster!” Coyote hollered across the room and got Bradley’s attention, Bradley made his way to him and shook his hand, “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

“Yeah, just thought I’d drop by.” He nodded and smiled at Nat who was shooting pool.

She was the only person who knew exactly why he “dropped by”.

“Nice to see you again.” She looked to him then back to the pool table. She squinted her eyes then jabbed the ball with the stick and made it into the pocket.

“You too, Nat.” He walked over to Fanboy who was talking to Bob.

“Bradshaw!” He patted Bradleys shoulder and.

“Hey, guys.” He sat down at the table with them and watched the rest of the team mess around.

Hangman walked towards them, juggling three beers in his hand, and smirked once he saw Bradley.

“Here, you look like you need one of these.” He slid a bottle to bradley.

“Thanks.” Bradley mumbled and took a sip of it. He really did need one.

“There’s this super hot chick I might bring home tonight.” Hangman bragged and jerked a thumb back towards the bar.

“Who is it?” Fanboy asked, looking over Hangman’s shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of said girl.

“The cute chick in the blue sundress.” Hangman said as he handed out the beers and took one for himself.

Out of curiosity, Bradley peered behind his shoulder to see the “blue sundress” girl. His eyes widened once he noticed who it was.

-

“A spicy margarita, please.” You took out your wallet and slid your ID to the bartender. She nodded and took it before approving it and giving it back to you.

“So, you come here often?” A guy in a khaki uniform asked as he stood next to you with a smile on his face.

“Um, no, not really. I’m too busy with school and a job.”

He nodded, “You’re in school?”

“Yeah, on my last year of college.” You nodded.

He smirked, he liked school girls. Penny slid his beers to him and told him that these were his last ones for the night. She seemed like she was playing with him but he winked at her and said ‘no promises’.

-

“Some school chick.” Hangman bragged, “Might do a little role play, ill be the student shes tutoring and shell be the naughty teacher who gives me a lesson.” He smirked as Fanboy ‘oohed’.

Bradleys Jaw clenched as he listened to them talk about you with such filth. But he didn’t say anything, to save his reputation.

“You’ve been awful quiet, Rooster.” Bob pitched in as he noticed Bradley staring at you.

Bradley averted his eyes from your figure and turned to Bob who had gotten everyone’s attention on him. Bradley cleared his throat, “Just, had a long day.”

Bob just simply nodded and dropped the subject, and Bradley was thankful for that.

He wanted to walk up to you since you were sitting by yourself, but he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do. He had a damn wife, a shitty one at that.

He shook his head and muttered a soft, “Fuck it.” Before getting up and making his way towards you.

You sat staring down at your drink as the ice shifted causing bubbles to rise to the top. You had finished one already and were on your second one when a man sat down next to you.

“Hey, stranger.” He said. You recognized that voice, you turned your head to him and your face went red as you realized who it was that was sitting by you.

“Oh my gosh, Mr. Bradshaw.” You slid your drink behind your purse and widened your eyes.

He laughed at your shyness, “Don’t stress, I’m here for the same thing you are.” He really wasn’t here for that reason, he was here because of his wife. And he was sure you didn��t have a wife.

“I’m so sorry.” You scrambled as you revealed your drink once again.

“Don’t be, you’re old enough to drink, I don’t see the problem.” He shook his head and sipped his beer.

“I didn’t know you came here.” Your eyes never left his broad frame as his elbows rested against the bar top and his shirt was snug against his biceps.

“I could say the same things about you.” He turned to you and smirked.

“I don’t usually come here, I just wanted a drink tonight.” You shrugged and swirled your drink with its straw.

“No problem with that.” He shrugged and turned to face forward again.

“How’s Mrs. Bradshaw?” You asked and noticed as his jaw clenched and his mustache twitched.

“She’s good.” Bradley nodded and decided not to share too much.

“She doesn’t come here?” You asked as you sipped your drink.

He shook his head and looked down at his bottle, “No, she doesn’t really like this place. Not fancy enough or something.”

You nodded and set your glass down after you finished a long sip, “It’s the only place I can afford.” You laughed.

He snorted, “Yeah, same here.” He looked over to you and noticed your cup was now empty. “You want another one of those?” He pointed his bottle towards your cup.

You raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, “Are you trying to get me drunk?”

He smirked back, “Maybe.”

“Mr. Bradshaw.” You teased and smiled, Penny came over with a smile on her face as she took your glass.

“Another one, dear?”

“Please.” You nodded your head.

Bradley smiled as he watched you play with your bracelet on your wrist, he felt awful for acting like this towards another woman. His mother always taught him to be respectful of women. But she also taught him to give the same energy back that they gave him.

“You don’t really look the type to drink.” He looked forwards and lifted his bottle to his lips.

“And you don’t look the type to sit by a lonely girl at a bar when you have a wife.” You teased and smirked at him.

Shit. He had been caught. “It’s complicated.” He mumbled and quickly finished his beer. He probably shouldn’t have said that, yet he did anyways. He decided to blame it on the alcohol.

“Really?” You turned and raised an eyebrow at him.

He nodded and hummed.

“How come?” You pushed and almost regretted it immediately.

“She doesn’t like to do anything in bed.” He shrugged and thanked penny once she brought your drinks out.

You almost choked on air at his blunt statement, “All women want to do stuff in bed.”

Maybe what Nat said was true. Maybe something was up with Isabelle. And it wasn’t just him that was causing it.

“Oh really? And how do you know that?” He chuckled as your face went red and you tried to hide it behind your cup as you brought it up to your lips.

“Because I’m a woman.” You shrugged and tried to hold back a smile.

He hummed and went back to his beer, he felt his dick tightening in his jeans as he caught sight of your thighs exposed from your short sundress, your breasts were deliciously on display and it made his mouth water.

His shirt clung to his biceps and you noticed the veins running up his hands as they held onto his beer bottle. You knew this was wrong, thinking about him like this. He has a wife. But you couldn’t help but admire him, the way his mustache was neatly trimmed, his brown eyes that seemed lighter with the lights over the two of you, his jeans that hugged his big thighs, and his lips that curved up into a smile every now and then as you talked.

This was wrong, but yet you found yourself doing the things you knew you shouldn’t.

And it was exhilarating.

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Authors note: They’re getting closerr. This is going to be good!

[the-moon-files]

Aaaaa, hi!! I'm the anon who sent in the fairly recent ask with the Guide!Reader ideas (martial artist mention, Dehydrated Ganon, strength possibilities, Ganon not being able to escape from Guide!Reader's voice, etc)! I'm really glad that you liked my ideas so much!! 😊 I was so pleasantly surprised to see you expand on my discombobulated thoughts, haha! Thank you so much! ^w^ I loved reading them!!

I said that I made memes for the Guide!Reader/Space Orc concept, and now I shall deliver them >:D Firstly, I'm super sorry that I took so long to share these with you!! Life decided to kick me in the shins for a hot second 😭 And secondly, I made a LOT of images for this one,, Fair warning, this is going to take up a lot of space 😭 orz

But anyway!! Here are the text memes first:

Guide!Reader: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare.

Wars: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great.

Guide!Reader: Not when you’re playing with Zelda, it’s not. She’s out here putting in words like “ephemeral” while I’m putting in “dog.”

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Guide!Reader: *pointing out Magic Powder* Legend, look, it’s the good kush!

Legend: …This is the Rupee Store, how good can it be?

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Ravio: Hi, welcome! Are you part of our Super Savers Shoppers Club?

Guide!Reader: No, I’m not.

Ravio: :D :) :| Oh.

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Legend, looking into a banged-up Water Temple: …It’s trash.

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Time, whenever Guide!Reader uses modern slang: We need IRL subtitles. What are you even saying.

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Guide!Reader: My Furby died in my arms when I was a child.

Hyrule, has no clue what a Furby is: I’m so sorry for your loss.

Guide!Reader: It wasn’t a loss. I had never felt more like a god.

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The Chain: *getting told off by Time*

Guide!Reader in the back: …

Guide!Reader: *starts playing the ukulele* 👁👄👁 🎸

Time: 🧍

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Four, talking about Guide!Reader: So, I’m interested in someone…

Dot: :D Oooh! What do they look like?

Four: *slow realisation*

Four: I don’t know

Dot: Wh

Dot: What do you mean you don’t know?

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Guide!Reader/Ganon, about hearing Guide!Reader every dang game: The universe has a sense of humour, and I respect the commitment to the bit, but girl please.

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Guide!Reader, to Link once they reunite with the Chain: Now… *puts hand on his shoulder* We’re back on our bullsh*t.

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Guide!Reader and Wild, meeting Sidon for the first time:

Guide!Reader: …Would.

Wild: Would what?

Guide!Reader:

Wild: (Name)? Would what?

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Wind: When you become famous you’re called a legend because your leg ends.

Guide!Reader: What? 

Wind: Your leg. It ends.

Guide!Reader: I’m not a linguist, but I think you’ve got it wrong.

Wind: Are you saying your leg doesn’t end?

Guide!Reader: I mean, at some point it does, yes.

Wind: Then what’s the problem?

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The Chain, waking up at dawn to get ready:

Guide!Reader and Sky, just trying to process being alive:

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Guide!Reader/Time: You need to get out of bed faster than this.

Sky, struggling: I’m giving it all he’s got, boss

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Guide!Reader at Ganon: Your anger amuses me. Please don’t find inner peace. Please.

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Guide!Reader, playing through LoZ game: *at an annoying NPC* Let me ask you a very fair question. What do you do successfully? Quickly. :|

Link, trying not to laugh:

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Hyrule, probably: I hate it when a recipe tells me to add two cups of onions. They don’t come in cups. They come in onions.

Guide!Reader, head in hands: Please

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Hyrule/Twilight, looking at two NPCs: Are they lovers?

Guide!Reader, who knows the lore: Worse.

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The Chain, enjoying Guide!Reader’s affections:

Legend: 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️

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Legend, defending himself from the “You like him” allegations from Wind: 🤸🤸🏃‍♂️🏃‍♂️

And now, onto the images- I hope you don't think the sheer amount of these memes is too excessive or anything!! 😭 /gen

Aaa and that's all the memes I've got! I hope you like them,,! orz

I'm also still pretty new to Tumblr, so I'm sorry if the format looks a bit weird,,

Oh, but also?? That last point you mentioned in your most recent post about the cultural differences between humans and Hylians on physical affection/touch?? I am VERY excited to see that,, 👀 👉👈 

U HAVE NO IDEA HOW IN LOVE W/UR BRAIN I AM RN

IM SO FUCKING ECSTATIC TO SEE THESE >>> ANYTHING IVE EVER WRITTEN U MADE MEMES??? FOR MY BS?????? DAOHGHOAKJSALKGFS;NDFKNDNFKJBDBFLN;

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

BLESS YOU, BEHEAMOTH SCREAMOTH MY BELOVED <3333

HAVE THAT HYLIANS V. HUMANS AFFECTION CULTURE POST HERE, THE ONLY PAYMENT I CAN THINK OF FOR THIS 😩😩 🛐 🛐 🛐

I LIED ITS TOO LONG, ITS GONNA BE A SEPERATE POST COME BACK AND PLS READ IT AS PAYMENT (but dont read the nsft/w if ur a minor)

BRO u got all the energy, and the dynamics i was pushing ilysm 🥺🫶

like the Hyrule = beloved agenda ive been pushing, bc i need more underrep links content, the way u carried the ganon eternally getting haunted by guide reader voice?? 10/10 ahdsfkhadl

AND WIND’S CONSTANT ENERGY OF A YOUNGER BROTHER LOOKIN U DEAD IN THE EYE LIKE “u kiss the homie (singular not even plural) goodnight?? Brother, that’s GAEY.”

u have no idea what this means to me, the impact, the understanding u have to have of my bs to make these, and how many posts youve read of mine?? im so sorry for ur loss w/my rough writing lmao

thats how you know youve made it tbh is if someone makes memes of smth u made, anyway day brightened, complexion clear, depression medicated, by this post

I HOPE BOTH SIDES OF UR PILLOW ARE COLD, UR PETS CUDDLE U EXTRA, U GET ALL THE GRADES/GOOD WORK SHIFTS U NEED

Peace out my beloved <3,

🌙

[azsazz]

Hiii 👋 just wanted to say I adore your writing ☺️ I always get so happy when I see you’ve written something new 😁

I was curious to ask, what are some of your favourite modern AU jobs/roles for the bat boys (whether you’ve written about them or not)? Or just any ACOTAR characters?

CEO Rhys has been done a lot, but for good reason, it’s so perfect. He almost has to be effortlessly rich and/or in some position of power, like a prince, or a mafia boss.💰 I also kinda like to imagine him as a nepo baby set to take over his father’s company, but he breaks away or gets cut off, so with his very little actual job experience (as he was all set to inherit), he gets a barista job at a lil coffee shop. ☕️

Cass would definitely suit something physical, like an ice hockey player, or a firefighter, or a personal trainer. I could so see him being a gym teacher as well, imagine him coaching a kids ice hockey team. 💪🏽 He would SO volunteer to be a nude model in life drawing classes in his free time 😆 Though I hadn’t considered it before I read your stuff, I think he really fits a small town rancher too. I can so picture him in jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt, driving around in an old rusty faded red truck 👨‍🌾

Az could easily be in the FBI or something, but choosing something further away from his canon role, I seriously think he’d be an awkward computer programmer / software engineer nerd, or a twitch gamer, 👨🏻‍💻 with a secret anonymous OnlyFans or erotic audio patreon on the side. 😏 And I reckon he’d ride a motorcycle and tinker with it in his spare time, so might also enjoy working at a garage. 🏍️ I really love him in Midnight Muse, and think he suits a shy amateur artist / tattoo artist as well.

I also love the bat boy band idea I’ve seen a lot recently, where Rhys is the charismatic lead singer and guitarist, Az is the quiet songwriting bassist, and Cass is the energetic drummer. 🎶

Sorry it’s so long, I just love thinking about this stuff 😄

Hiiii!! Thank you so so much! I saw this message this morning but wanted to wait until I could give it my full attention and have my computer around, so thank you for your patience! 💙

Okay, some of my favorite AUs for the batboys? This is a wonderful question!

Rhys: Normally, I just think of Rhys as always having some sort of money/job inherited. So CEO, mafia, anything that puts him in a position of power, really, but i think it's mostly because those just reflect the books.

I do, however, love love love art school rhys. painter rhys. working at the local art supply degenerate rhys who still has wealthy parents but is trying to stick it to the man rhys. steals erasers and petty things from the art supply rhys. love him so much.

There's also something to be said about young adult rhys who's messing around with his little sister's best friend rhys. he gets me going too.

also captain of the hockey team rhys is a solid choice for him as well.

Cass: LOVE ME SOME RANCHER/COWBOY/SMALL TOWN CASSIAN. but, these are all very different. small town cass doesn't trust women, heart broken at a young age with the girl he thought was his forever. doesn't want to leave town, likes the ranch because its safe and its what he knows. cowboy cass or bull rider cassian, famous for breaking horses and backs. grumpy, gruff rancher cassian always gets me going tbh he's fucking hot as shit

i also always see him in a blue collar role like a mechanic or welder are the two i mostly attribute to him.

def something physical as well, we love hockey cass, rugby cass, wrestler (wwe lol) cass, dang i had another on my mind for sports cass but i forgot. sad. OH surfer cassian. jock type tho i can see him as. love the firefighter vibe for him too, he'd fill out the tight fire department t-shirt WELL LADIES and also volunteers for wet t-shirt contests. omg gym teach cass would be adorable as hell! oof another thought, contractor cassian ffs that would be so yummy

Az: Az i agree fits the FBI (stalker) vibes. i also like to think of him in finance or computer science too. omfg the erotic audio that's iconic and i'd def subscribe to that. hmmm what else could i see azzy doing...maybe something with music or writing...i could see him being a ghost writer of some sort and then one day his song plays on the radio and he's like hey i wrote that and literally no one believes him. something behind the scenes or where he can go unnoticed is mostly where i place him, tbh. honestly maybe even something military because he takes comfort in having a set schedule and people telling him what to do at every minute of the day. he'd fare well i think. perfect. operative because if the mission goes south and he gets captured he's not telling a soul anything.

Eris: idk why this thought came to my head but i was thinking about architecture but i think eris would be a fantastic interior designer lol. like i could see it. maybe i was just thinking about him furnishing az's new place and having a lil sparky. i could also see him as a lawyer too or something like that, something where he can be the know-it-all, smirking at them and looking down his nose at them...

Lucien: Architecture for sure. or professor. I could see him doing either of these. maybe even lawyer tbh, he would be good at that too, though i know he's immaculate at twisting stories and words so you gotta be careful of that.

Tamlin: poet? lol. professional gaslighter? jk i love tammy. maybe he installs security systems? haha just kidding just kidding. he's a tough one tho. idk why i added him but i guess also a musician but low-key soothing music, instrumental for sure...prob has a podcast where he just bullshits all day

hopefully i didn't rant for too long about this 🤭💙 this was so much fun though thank you for asking!

[xetlynn]

Twilight- Mortality: Chapter Four, Voices

(Alice X Reader X Jasper)

[Three] [Four] [Five]

I wake up harshly from the sun shining on my face. I sit up, rubbing my eyes. I was laying in Bella's room on her bed. I stare outside the window for a moment. Then turning to check the time. It was 11, my eyes widen. "Shit!" I hurry off the bed, running down stairs and into my room.

"Woah, slow down! Slow down!" My dad yells after me. I say a quick apology after closing my door. I throw on a long sleeve and cargo pants. Trying to do my hair quickly. Knowing it's going to look a hot mess either way.

I grab my shoes on my way out, putting them on as I walk. Looking stupid as I do so. "Be careful, [Name]. Jesus." Charlie scoffs from the couch, his eyes on the tv. "Sorry, I'm late to meet up with Billy and Sam." I grab my keys and helmet. "Jacket, [Name]." He ignores what I said. I roll my eyes, heading back to my room and grabbing the stupid leather jacket. "Tell them I say hi." He takes a drink of his beer as I leave the house.

I throw the jacket on, putting the helmet on, knowing this will securely ruin my hair for the day. I start the bike and speed off.

I get to the Rez, eyes already on me from the people who stand outside or sit in their cars. Just like always. Always curious now.

Not negative like it used to be in my vampire days. I pull into Billy's driveway, kicking the stand down and leaving my helmet on the bike. I jog up to the front door. Knocking annoyingly loud.

The door swings open, "girl, calm down." Billy huffs, moving over so I can walk in. Every Sunday we've been doing these lunches so Billy and Sam can gather information about Hybrids. Learn more for their people. I agreed after the fight with the newborns. Sam and I sort of becoming friends. More, friendly allies. But it's something more than before. Nothing without another pair of eyes though.

"Sorry I'm late, had a last minute date last night. Got drunk as-" I pause as I catch the fact that I'm in front of my dad's best friend. "I got drunk off the fun vibes I had." I attempt to fix what was already broken. He snorts out a laugh. "I'm hiding a lot from your dad, hun. You getting drunk is definitely not my top priority." He leads me into his kitchen, Sam already sitting there. Writing something down. "Finally, you're here." He comments, not looking up at either of us. Just finishing a sentence on the paper.

"Yeah, yeah. Where's the food I was promised." I sit down on one of the chairs, opposite to both of them. "Eaten, you're 30 minutes late." Sam simply tells me, my jaw drops, shocked. "Go get her the dang food." Billy nudges him, my expression changes immediately. The large man sighs, getting up and getting my food from the microwave that sat there to keep warm.

"Thank you, Billy." I nod my head to him before digging into the amazing food. "No thank you to the person who just placed it before you?" Sam questions me with an attitude. I glance up with food in my mouth. Acting like I'm thinking for a moment before shaking my head.

"No." I mutter.

"All right, you two." Billy stops us from continuing. "[Name], has anything new happened?" He asks me, I stare at my food. Wondering if I should bring up the eye thing. Everything has been good lately. So... amazing. "I, I don't know." I shrug my shoulders, finishing up my food. I was hungry after last night. I'm grateful we don't get hungover but it definitely leaves some sort of effect. "You seem to know something." Sam says.

I glare at him then throw my head back. "It's small, means nothing probably." They stare at me to just tell them what it is. "At my sister's wedding my eyes changed color. Don't think it happened again though so. Nothing to worry about." I stand up, taking care of my plate. They didn't respond so I turn around to see them sharing glances with one another.

"Don't tell me it's something that's going to cause me pain. I'd rather die." I hide my face in my hands, throwing my head back dramatically. "No, we- We don't know what it means. Sit down." Billy sighs out, pointing to the chair I was just sitting in.

"Have you been doing anything different? Your diet? Anything?" Sam asks in a slightly aggressive tone, my body stiffens uncomfortable. I've been eating human food along with animal blood. Nothing truly different. I shake my head. "I mean I haven't been able to shift into my wolf form since the fight with the newborns." I bite my bottom lip. Not thinking of what else it could be.

"Why?" Billy tilts his head to the side. "It's uncomfortable. The feeling of being a wolf, also my clothes ripping. I don't have the money to keep dealing with that shit." I cross my arms, leaning back in my seat. Sam snorts out a laugh. "Do you know what color they were changing to?" He asks. I shake my head. "Just a lighter color than the contacts I usually wear." I tell them simply.

Then I hear voices outside, they were almost as clear as day but muffled from the houses structure. "I'm surprised they... along." I hear Embry's voice. I scrunch my eyebrows. Not listening to the two in front of me anymore. "I mean Sam's never.... [Name] just doesn't...." I can't make out what he's saying but I know that was Jacob. "We used to be best friends. I defintely..." I stand up suddenly, looking outside but I don't see anyone. I huff. "[Name]?"

"I'll be right back." I put a hand up, running outside. Where are they and why are their voices so loud. Like it's in my head. Like when I was a wolf speaking to Sam. I search the outside, I see in the tree line there's Jacob, Embry, and Seth but in their wolf forms. I furrow my eyebrows.

Wondering if they just turned or something. "Is their lunch over?" Seth asks and my eyes widen. "Why does she look scared?" Seth's wolf form goes to walk closer but I back up. "I don't know." Jacob says, his eyes piercing into mine. Then his own eyes widen when he sees I looked at him when he spoke. "It's like she can understand us." Embry makes a joke but Jacob huffs at him.

"Woah, what the hell." Embry puts two and two together. I begin to panic and make my way back inside the house. The three were yelling after me to stop but I don't listen. I grab my keys. "I have to go." I say, heading back to the door but Sam stops me. "What happened?"

"My stomach hurts. Gotta use the bathroom." I lie. "Just use it here." Billy interjects but I shake my head. "I need the comfort of my own. Sorry to cut this short." I put my head down and leave the house. Rushing to my bike. Quickly starting it. I look back to see Jacob running towards me but I already sped off. Holding my helmet in my hand. Putting it on as I drove on the road.

"Man, why can't I get a damn break!" I yell, speeding even more on my bike. Gripping the handles. Only slowing down when I know I'm getting close to home. Once I pull into the drive way I turn the engine off, harshly kicking up the kick stand and throwing my helmet to the ground. I start kicking the dirt. I feel my body get hot, the sweat sticking to my jacket so that was the next thing I ripped off.

I want to scream but I don't want my dad coming outside. The only thing that made it worse was the rain that began to fall. My body got so hot it was steaming due to the coldness of the droplets that fell on me. I clench my fists, angrily storming into the backyard then into the woods.

I make sure I'm far enough in the trees and begin swinging at anything I could. Breaking off tree branches and swinging those into rocks, breaking them like they were fragile glass. I was seething. I couldn't calm myself down. I didn't even understand why I was so angry. I feel myself getting hotter as it goes on though. The rain overstimulating me. I throw my long sleeve shirt off, leaving me in my sports bra.

My chest was heaving up and down like I had just ran a mile, it didn't look like it was calming down any time soon either. I think of everything that's been going on lately. I try to think of Alice and Jasper to bring my spirits up but nothing was working. I knew what was going to happen so I took my pants off. I'm just glad I got myself in the woods or I'd look like a fucking weirdo. I still do.

I let my instincts take over and I transform into a wolf. I snarl at the air, I sense two figures coming up on me and I growl turning around. I immediately stop myself seeing it's Alice and Jasper. I was still breathing heavily but seeing them made something in me soften. They were not even cautious as they came up to me. "Hey, it's okay." Jasper mutters, my wolf form whimpers, backing away from them. "You can come back as you, I brought a blanket. I had a vision, I knew something was wrong." Alice lifts a blanket that came from my bed. I close my eyes, calming myself down enough to transform back into my normal body. She instantly covers me and kisses my face.

Jasper grabs my clothes from the ground.

He gives me my shirt first and I throw it on while still covering my lower half. He then hands me my pants and I give the blanket back over to Alice as I pull them up. "What happened?" Jasper asks me, I let out a breath.

"Another stupid Hybrid bullshit thing!" I loudly exclaim. I feel a cold hand move up and down my back, soothing me. "Sorry, it's that eye thing. I guess it meant something." I rolled my eyes, taking my blanket back. Rain was still pouring down on us as we walked to my house.

"What did it mean?" Alice raises a brow. "Means that I can't stop being a wolf or my eyes will change colors and I can hear the pack when they're in their wolf form and I am not. It also means that my anger somehow intensifies which I didn't know could be even worse than it already is." I tell them in an annoyed tone. The feeling of wanting to throw things around came back and I took a deep breath. "I'm so over finding out new shit every few months. I would like to live a normal immortal existence but that's too much to ask for." I snort a laugh, not believing that anything I just said is my actual reality.

"You will eventually. The first couple of years is finding who you are. Certain things. It gets better." We stand in front of my bed room window. I lean against the house, the rain sprinkling down on us. "That's good to know I guess." I sigh out, holding onto the blanket, covering myself with it.

"I knew it's been too good for comfort. Wishful thinking that we could be good for a while." I want to slide down to the ground but Jasper pulls me into his arms. "Let's get you inside, my darlin." He whispers in my ear, Alice opens the window and she takes my blanket so I can climb inside.

I didn't notice them giving each other glances before climbing inside themselves house themselves.

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This one is shorter than usual lately.

There is sort of a reason for that. The eye thing is just another thing to stress [Name] out. It’s not going to be a huge plot line.

Also super excited for this book. You guys are going to hate me for the ending but teehee :)

Much love.

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[demonslayedher]

Shall we talk ☆Pillar Filler???☆

(As well as the rest of the episode?)

Keeping it behind a cut because it's not yet available for everybody and a lot of people will appreciate being surprised (I know I did)!

First, how about that new OP??

I love how it sets this arc up for being a pause in the constant life or death struggle (for the Pillars anyway, hahaha), and pricks at how the Pillars always feel they are struggling to compensate for their weaknesses, and the inky hatred that fills their hearts which Oyakata-sama knows they've channeled into defeating Kibutsuji Muzan at all costs. I also had a passing thought the other day about how so many Japanese legends of demon slaying require the hero to call upon a non-human higher power, or use something like a poison or alcohol to weaken a demon before they stand a chance of defeating it. In the end, the medicine that Tamayo and Shinobu develop does serve this crucial role (and the sun fulfills the role of a higher non-human power), but it's otherwise ironic that instead of temporarily weakening a demon to their own level, the usual course of action is to use Breath to temporarily increase their power to that of a demon.

Attaining a mark sure increases the role that "temporary" already played in their lives, and it's really no question that they would choose to pursue that option, even knowing the result.

(Also, CHUNTAROOOOO)

So anyway, onto that filler!!

I loved it.

First, the nitpicking just to get it out of the way: why did a demon need to bother tying up a victim???? Whhhhy? Like, at least they didn't pull a Speedy with some contrived "this demon just toys with victims and leaves them injured instead of killing them" routine that makes for a happy low-stakes Piller Filler episode while showing utter disregard for what demons are and why the Corp risks themselves to stop them. (That said, I always love seeing other Corp members fulfill their own Corp duties with no relation whatsoever to Tanjiro, who is just one piece of a much, much larger whole.)

But rather than write what would ultimately be stupid dialogue with an insignificant filler demon, it's nice that Ufotable did not bother developing the Castle Demon. The totally undeveloped baddies are easy to cast off as Blood Technique (but maybe they could have looked a little cooler if, like, they were vaguely wearing samurai armor or something instead of just being in skin suits? Whatever, not important.) I appreciate that Ufotable did not bother to answer these questions of "why is the victim tied up" because the point of this scene was very obviously not about her or the demon. (I like to think Iguro cut the ropes and then told her to get to safety but just, like, left her there on the top roof).

So as for what this scene WAS for... hot dang, did it accomplish that!!!

The purpose was to make Sanemi and Iguro look cool, and it sure as hell did that. WHAT GOOD CHANBARA, those show-offy sword-play moves against a mob of nameless villains were just so deliciously well choreographed, and the people who can appreciate that were also likely to really appreciate the use of a castle as a purely fun battle setting. Ufotable was probably like, "Our biggest fans are nerds for KnY's touches of traditional Japanese folklore and culture, and for swords and swordplay, so you know what else will probably get them riled up? Yeah, let's give them a castle fortress."

And then everyone cheered, like, "Yes, yes, the fangirls like demonslayedher on Tumblr will never know what hit them."

But then some brilliant person spoke up and said, "You guys, I have the perfect finishing blow."

And everyone said, "What? How could we possibly top this scene that not only purely makes Sanemi & Iguro look cool, but also serves their characters and the plot nicely by showing how the Pillers don't feel they can rely on the other Corp members, and that even though they speak sharply to them they show concern for them by their actions? You know, especially slyly since anime-only fans will get to appreciate a new side of characters whom they haven't gotten to bond with much yet for only having seen their mean sides mostly and none of their battle coolness, and also slyly because the hardcore manga fans know that these two are buddies?"

And then the brilliant person says, "Let's give them that fortress."

The brilliant person was then crowned Ruler of Ufotableland and the fans lived happily ever after.

Speaking of Pillar Filler, I also want to point out how nice that opening exposition between Shinobu and Kanao was. First, what a nice way of incorporating Kanao into a nice episode that gives us a nice little dose of everyone in the Corp cast, even by adding that little scene of Amane and Ubuyashiki too. I loved the little touches that develop the Butterfly Mansion, like the fact that on the path there, they have a stone sign that says "Butterfly Mansion" and a line of carved Jizo statues (to protect travelers and (deceased) children) with little butterflies. And that moment of Nezuko frowning as the sunlight goes behind a cloud? Wonderful. And Shinobu essential saying to Kanao, "I trust you with defending everyone here in the now VERY LIKELY EVENT OF KIBUTSUJI MUZAN ATTACKING while I have to go off to a Pillar Meeting now that you're back"? I looooove iiiiiiiiit. That also says a lot about the trust other Pillars have in Shinobu to entrust her with Nezuko instead of putting any pressure on her to take part in Pillar Training, as clearly they don’t know about Tamayo, and it's really anyone's guess if they know about the poison or not (though the light novel implies Himejima might have an inkling but doesn't know). Being Pillars, though, I doubt any of them would tell her she's wrong for being prepared to take down a demon in any possible way.

I love, love, love, love the treatment of all the straight-from-the-manga scenes, like "Welcome home, Inosuke" (except for the added 'did you miss me, Aoi-chan' because canonically Aoi is the one kind of girl who is not his type), Tamayo speaking with Oyakata-sama's bird, Mitsuri's "explanation" of the mark, and every single Pillar interaction. I love the amount of respect they show to Himejima (and how Ufotable slightly expanded on this), and I am so excited for the extra Himejima content this season. In the new marketing materials released on the same day as the episode/movie, they make stark use of one of the kanji characters in his name ("cry out"), which is a very nice touch. And the use of BGM!!! Especially the touches of Giyuu's and Mitsuri's themes during the meeting!

*happy sigh*

It is nice to be a fandom citizen of Ufotableland.

[darklybound]

So, I just started rewatching Once Upon A Time, and oh my I forgot just how much of a BANGER Season 1 was! And I have thoughts on Episode 1. Not sure how often I'll make these posts, but thought I'd share a summary of my thoughts and questions as I rewatch the show. Please keep in mind I haven't watched the show in years so I don't remember a lot of the details and may get things wrong. Feel free to comment, if you'd like!

First 5 minutes and hot dang the wardrobe goes hardcore!

…did rumple just crawl from the ceiling? Was he resting there? Like a Bat?!.... okay now I need fanart of him with bat/vampire wings. Gosh dangit!

Even though they had Rumple locked up they all believed in his story pretty much without much question after a little proof. Snow White even knew to keep a deal with him, giving him her daughter's name. Rumple also used words like 'she is OUR only hope' including himself with them all in victims of the curse. He wasn't trusted or liked, but the others seem to know he wasn't actively against them and listened. They believed in the future, he told. I find that interesting that even though they are hostile to him on some level they believed in him enough that Emma would come save them. Also shows the worlds/their ideas of how good and evil is black and white with no grey. Wonder if this changes in the characters as the show progresses. I can't remember.

Is it true what the guard said that if Rumple knows your name, he has power over you? Or is that just a nasty false rumor about the dark one?

Okay but Regina's looking Emma over when they first met? I SAW that!

End of episode is when Emma meets Rumple and he gets his memory back, and when he leaves, he SMIRKS! MY heart and libido can't take it!

[your-goth-sis]

Wesker, Doctor and Nurse with surgeon!killer!S/O, who in past harvested organs of their victims? Love your blog:)

Omgosh... Thank you so much 🥺🥺 ❤️❤️

Herman Carter

Soo... Partners in crime? ;D

He'd ask you about your methods ; how you killed them, cut their organs and how you used them

Did you experiment?

Did you eat them?

What did you do with those damned organs?

He's just so dang curious

He'd tell you his own methods and what he did, hoping to impress you somehow

Sally Smithson

"Did you go crazy like me?" she'd question

You chuckle lowly "Perhaps, they say that no sane human would kill an innocent person"

"... Good point... "

She'd tell you about how much she hated seeing weak people, and how she loved the idea of you harvesting organs of the weak

She thought it was good, cool... Maybe even hot

"After a surgery, the patient would die of a missing organ. If only they knew it was me~" you giggled

Albert Wesker

Lowkey impressed

Would ask you why you did it

You'd respond with your reasoning, giggling... Showing zero sympathy towards your victims

Y'all would have a whole entire conversation on why you became killers

A lot of self reflecting was done that day lol

[actualbird]

what is your ranking of all the main event stories we have received so far? (as in sott, enduring light, skadi etc)

OHHHH THIS IS A FUN QUESTION, THANK YOU ANON!!! let me go from my highest to lowest.

for this question, im taking "main event stories" to mean the Big 4 SSR Events where the event story involves the entire team all at once (so no xmas events or sotn, or solo or duo events). and i will be judging these events primarily on their event story (so not as much as the gameplay, though thatll also be a factor. but i wont be judging the cards)

OH DANG WHY DID I EXPLAIN IT, THE TOT WIKI DOES A MUCH BETTER JOB AT DEFINING BIG 4 SSR EVENTS, HERE, THIS IS WHAT IM JUDGING

anyhoo, here is my personal ranking!

FIRST PLACE: Mysteries of the Lost Gold

my beloved, my favorite, my perfect shining star. lost gold was the first big event i played and it has yet to be dethroned as my favorite event story of all of tot. absolute homerun of a rich story with intrigue, high stakes, a good balance of tender moments and lighthearted ones, and just SO gripping in terms of all of the story threads coming together, plus the absolutely A+ nxx team interactions. my advice to every new player who comes into my inbox is "PLAY THE LOST GOLD DLC" because i love it so much. i will never shut up about how i love it so much. it has our very first raven!luke sighting. it has marius nearly getting stabbed. it has artem with gun. it has vyn doing that THING with the bow and arrow. LIKE. THIS EVENT IS PERFECT TO ME. it'll take something really really special to dethrone it.

SECOND PLACE: Enduring Light

this isnt recency bias speaking but my real honest thoughts: this story delighted me to no end. i was kept on the edge my seat for every single phase, and the sheer novelty of the story's setup and the gameplay was such a nice change of pace after the previous event formats started to get repetetive. i especially loved that this time, we had to suspect the nxx boys as well because that really added to my enjoyment of this event. it really felt like a mystery that had to be solved by us, and not just a mystery that will unravel by itself as long as we keep playing, if that makes sense? my point is i was immensely immersed in enduring light and i love it lots lots lots. luke looking stupendously hot in his outfit during the entire event was also a huge plus.

THIRD PLACE: a tie between Blizzardous Threads of Red & Mystery of Bakerlon

i really loved BTR and bakerlon!!! both of their murder cases were adequately thrilling for me, though towards the end i could feel the adrenaline wearing off, if that makes sense? like by the 4th phase, things were slotting together already in a way that like lowered the feeling of intrigue. also i know i said i wouldnt judge much based on gameplay, but these two deserve a shoutout for MINIGAMES I WANT TO KILL W MY BARE HANDS. bakerlon's crystal tasks were so repetetive to me, and BTR's TIMED ESCAPE ROOM THINGIES heightened my blood pressure several times HAHA

FOURTH PLACE: To My Beloved: Moonlit Eve (anniv 2)

this has a soft spot in my heart for including all of the old NPCs from main story, and that was very heartwarming. while theres no mystery that needs solving, just seeing the team hang out together and have fun together was such a treat for my soul

FIFTH PLACE: Secrets of the Tomb

sott is where i'd say the event story quality is inching towards the meh scale. the mystery here was interesting but was not particularly gripping to me. it might just be a me thing, but i enjoyed the side stories (the ones you get with the boys when you investigate the artefacts) more than the actual event story itself.

SIXTH PLACE: A Love Poem to Skadi

ahhhhh skadi. psychological and medical malpractice horrors skadi.....HJSVKHSJDFDSF. i will admit, the mystery in this story is HORRIFIC and it was enjoyable to unravel it, but here is where i break my rule again of not talking about gameplay but mAAAAAAN THE GAMEPLAY HINDERED MY ENJOYMENT OF THE MAIN PLOT LOTS. it was rather difficult for me to do all the exploration in that manor and that stalled my absorption of the story too. plus, i think the fact that the story is Over made the story have a bit of a muted quality to it. not in a bad way (i distinctly remember i wrote a semi-analysis post about how i enjoyed that the story was in the Past) but it definitely affected the mood of the gameplay, if that makes sense?

(that is the third time ive said "if that makes sense" in this response, THREE STRIKES AND YER OOOOOUT)

SEVENTH PLACE: Blissful Fete (anniv 1)

be honest with me.....do YOU remember the event story plot of blissful fete? cuz i sure dont. JVSKDHFSJDHSF. i only remember getting very very mad at luke during that fucking minigame where we guess if the card is higher or lower. that being said, if i cant even remember much of the story, then it didnt make an impact on me and couldve been improved.

so thats my ranking! thank u for the ask :D

[winterwhisperz-blog]

Okay okay okay okay so so so so

I’ve never rlly does these before but I am in dire need of more Kuras content so 😇

I apologize if these are dumb, or have been done before- I consume a lot of media and also can’t remember what I have had for breakfast so I might accidentally repeat stuff I’ve seen.

ALR

HERE WE GO

Are u ready…

please sound more enthusiastic, I need you to go: YEAHHHH LES GOOO

Ahem ahem

We’ll work on it.

Kuras x Mc headcanons

Warnings: None? Unless you’re like me and swoon so easily you accidentally hit ur head on your writer’s desk. There’s a price to pay by being too dramatic you know.

KURAS WEARING HIS GLASSES WHILE READING A BOOK TO YOU.

Imagine, you’ve had a really rough day, you’re overwhelmed, exhausted, your head is pulsing with an incoming headache—

—and you walk through the door and Kuras turns to you with a small smile, opening his mouth to greet u before he takes in your condition. INSTANTLY, he gets some tea going, a hot bath, some comfy pajamas, and after all that, he sits down, golden glasses resting atop his nose, book in hand. He pats his lap and while you rest your head down while he reads to u iN THE MOST CALMING LOW VOICE. Mwah mwah, perfection. Thank you Angel husbando.

And before you completely drift off into dream land, you feel the soft, plushy feel of his lips on your forehead that shoos the headache away.

AHHHHHHHH

ALRIGHT MOVING ON

You know that lore that’s like…’if ur left(or right?) ear rings, an Angel is trying to talk to you?

That happens to u every time Kuras is desperately wanting to speak with you but he’s either too busy, or you’re too busy to chat at the moment.

And when he falls for u, it starts happening way more frequently. Like, you’re taking a sip of your coffee or tea or whatever, and suddenly your ear goes EEEEEEEEEEEEE

Dang that was funky

But then it happens again when you’re at work, when you’re talking with one of the other LI or friends, when you’re picking up dinner, WHEN YOU’RE TRYING TO FRICKIN SLEEP >:0

It gets to be such a bother that you HAHAH, actually go see Kuras about it. You walk in like, ‘Kuras, my man, can u please check up on my ear, it’s been buzzing nonstop.’

And after some questions, he starts to realize…oh dang, has he really been thinking about you that much? Dang, what a simp he has become. That’s his true monster form all along. A massive, mullet haired simp.

He does find a way to help you. Though he still thinks about u just as much.

OKAY OKAY NEXT ONE

Is it just me or does Kuras seem like a guy that constantly radiates warmth. Like his hands? Always warm like he’s been holding a hot cup of tea. His hugs??? Just like being wrapped up in a blanket right outta the dryer(drier?).

I feel like if you easily get cold, he does the thing cold handed people do and sometimes just surprises u by putting his warm palm on the back of your neck.

ALSO ALSO ALSO- if you’re strolling with him during either a cold rainstorm, or when it’s winter and snowing—you say something like- “My nose feels like it’s going to freeze and fall off ):” and you’re right, it’s gotten so cold you’ve now become Rudolph. Your cheeks are pretty red too.

NOT TO FEAR

Kuras will then gently brush your hair out of your face before planting a warm little smooch on the tip of your nose and then a BUNCH of kisses across your cheeks. Warmth blooms across your entire body and BOOM. Problem solved.

Because you’re probably also blushing now too.

He also rushes you home faster too- YOU ARENT GETTING A COLD ON HIS WATCH ):<

FOR THE LAST HEADCANON—or rather, this is just an artistic vision…

Kuras with Miku style pigtails.

OKAY WE’RE DONE

I hope you enjoyed those, and that they’ve haven’t been done already. I just love my tall Angel husband and hope he gets more content.

Anyway, I hope you have a rlly good day and drink perfectly cold water and find something that makes you happy. 😙

[ckret2]

Sooo

I have two questions. Or three

1). Does Bill have any favorite cloth texture?

1a) what texture is unicorn hair?

2) how long did it take for someone to hose him down, toga and all? Or did he just sulk in a closet in the nude while the toga got washed and dried?

3) periods. Does he get them, does he gripes and complains about getting stabbed by rusty spoons on the inside and not in a fun way, does he scarf down ibuprofen?

1) I'll have to think on it more to see if I can come up with something really fitting for his character, but the off-the-top-of-my-head answer is I feel like his favorite fabric texture would be something humans would find really unpleasant. Like, super itchy wool, or latex on a hot day. But then on the other hand I feel like he'd be uncomfortable getting a constant reminder that he's wearing clothing because it's also a reminder that he's still human, which sucks. So: something that humans would find unpleasant but that to him is unnoticeable so he isn't reminded he's in clothing? Until I can think of a fabric that meets that criteria, I'll say "knitted super cheap acrylic yarn" since that's what the hoodie Mabel's gonna give him is made of.

1a) Unicorn hair is like the finest, softest, most delicate of wools. It's like silk made out of clouds. It feels like a dream. If you make a handkerchief out of unicorn hair and use it to clean your glasses, you glasses will never get smudged again and you'll always see a faint rainbow around the sun.

2) I'm addressing Making Bill Take A Dang Bath in the next couple of chapters, so I'm not gonna spoil the details! But he'll be given normal clothing pretty much as soon as he's made a full-time resident/prisoner of the Shack. The toga doesn't stay. He's not emotionally attached to it, it's literally just the first thing he found. (But bold of you to assume that if his clothing was confiscated he'd bother hiding in a closet. Mr. Floating Golden Triangle considers "nude, but with a bow tie and hat" to be dressing up. If the humans ever try to take his clothing without giving him a replacement, his naked ass is THEIR problem. He's watching TV in the living room until he gets more clothes.)

3) Believe it or not, I've been asked before! Yes, he gets them. And his reaction to them—along with his reaction to most human physical discomforts—is "meh, apathetic." The first time he feels one coming when he hasn't been through it before and doesn't know what these symptoms indicate, he gripes a little bit—just in case it gets a lot worse and it turns out he's dying, this way the humans will know how long he was experiencing symptoms so they can report it at the hospital—but the moment blood shows up he goes "oh, I'm familiar with this concept," and shuts up about it entirely because the humans don't get to know he bleeds. No meds, no chocolate, no heating pad, no nothing, he just raw dogs it. He's got a high pain tolerance and enjoys pains he shouldn't. Consumes a handful of uncooked beef at 3 a.m. but this isn't outside the usual range of Weird Shit We Caught Bill Cipher Doing so nobody questions it. The only way the humans discover he's got a cycle at all is because Mabel's stock of pads disappears and there's only one suspect. (He could have stolen Melody's supplies, but Mabel's have the bright & colorful tween packaging with stars and stuff? Obviously superior.)

[coopigeoncoo]

{Name: Pigeon} {Pronouns: she/her} {Ao3: CooPigeonCoo} {Original Icon Art by Felicia Chiao}

Masterlist of published works, organized by series and pairing.

Hazbin Hotel

Multi-Chapter, Works in Progress

[Alastor x Reader]

Meat Cute: Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 In which Alastor decides to entangle himself with a butcher, but he may have bitten off more than he can chew. (Female Reader Insert, Dark Romantic Comedy)

My Hero Academia

One Shots

[Hawks x Reader]

The Cardinal Rule: A story where Hawks learns that while humans might be awed by his flying skill, the bird population is decidedly less impressed. (Gender Neutral Reader Insert, Romantic Comedy)

[Shouto x Reader]

The Whole Dang Zoo: In which Shouto learns that all animal-based nicknames are not created equal. (Female Reader Insert, Romantic Comedy, Fluff)

Bottle Episode: A late night meal delivery to Pro Hero Shouto goes terribly wrong, leaving you trapped in a room together with no obvious means of escape. (Gender Neutral Reader Insert, Comedic Drama with a Happy Ending)

[Twice x Reader]

The Space Between Stars: Accidentally interrupting a burglary in process sets off a series of questionable decisions you probably should have thought Twice about. (Gender Neutral Reader Insert, Comedic Meet-Ugly turned Domestic Fluff)

Multi-Chapter, Completed Works

[Shigaraki x Reader]

Hot Dish: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Down on his luck and scrambling for survival, Shigaraki Tomura was just looking for a place to score a hot meal. Instead, he ended up scoring a hot date. (Female Reader Insert, 18+ Romance)

[Kirishima x Reader]

An Itch to Scratch: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Kirishima Eijiro is everything you never thought you'd find when you packed up your car and moved to a dilapidated fishing town.  He was handsome, funny, and kind; the sort of man who took your breath away.   And that might actually be a bit of a problem. (Female Reader Insert, 18+ Romance, MerMay)

[Shouto x Reader]

A Persistent Lack of Follow Through: Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3 Shouto had learned a lot from his Father; how to take a hit, how to pull himself back up, and how to hold a grudge. But one thing Endeavor could never teach his children was how to be a good partner. Shouto had to learn that particular skill the hard way. (Female Reader Insert, 18+, Romance, Angst with a Happy Ending)

Multi-Chapter, Works in Progress

[Eventual Bakugou x Reader]

The 3-Cs of 3-A: Chapter 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, Mineta Minoru is a perverted misogynist whose antics should have had him expelled from UA long ago. But he wasn’t. And now it’s your job to fix him. May God have mercy on your soul. (Female Reader Insert, 18+, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Mineta Redemption)

I do not give approval for my stories to be posted anywhere than my personal pages on Ao3 and Tumblr. Do not create any translations, videos, or recordings (podfics) of my stories without permission.

And PLEASE, do not feed my work into any AI or computer learning programs.

[theesirenteller]

Reaper's Crow. 𝖙𝖍𝖗𝖊𝖊☞

Chapter one

Chapter two

"Wait! Wait! Please!" The man begged with tears leaking down his face as he fearfully held his hands up. "You don't have to do this. I can give you money. Lots of money and you can walk away from all this."

"And why would I want to do that?" The Reaper questioned. His tone was monotonous and dull as he adjusted his leather gloves to stretch further across his thick fingers,"Unfortunately for you, I like my job." The Reaper's venomous words sent one last shock of fear through his blood covered victim. His monstrous large hands clasped around the man's head with a bone-breaking squeeze. With a violent yank the man's head dislocated from his shoulders. Every bone and muscle in his neck snapped and cracked loudly, The beige skin turned a deep shade of plum and green as it was forcefully stretched and broken apart. 

The metallic odor of blood filled the air as the hot liquid messily splattered over The Reaper and painted his boots.Grueling screams could be heard from afar as he dropped the head onto the floor. Pulling two daggers from the back of his faded black blood-covered jeans, He made his way down the murky hall that smelt of sewer water and shit. He'd been edging his way towards the gated elevator door when a rusty metal rod was plunged into his right shoulder from behind. Causing him to let out a roar and hiss. Before he could react further, harsh blows to the side of his shoulder and face were shot with fists. Those barely hurt compared to the rod sticking out of the side of his shoulder. The burly man turned himself around swiftly and upper cutted his attacker. Who was revealed to be a scrawny man with a gash across his face and pink-fleshed wounds. The Reaper's anger overrode his pain and using an iron fist he punched directly into the man's mouth. 

Over and over again his busted knuckle smashed into the man's mouth. Loud crunches of broken teeth, gurgles of the man choking on his own blood sounded off through the narrow hallway.The victim's jaw dislocated and detached as The Reaper shoved his fist into the mouth. Ravenously, he busted through the flesh cavity and yanked the spinal cord in half. Blood splattering across The Reaper's face and hair. His once golden hair is now crimson red. 

A taller but skinnier male with a bloody hatchet had come out of one of the rooms. A cigar laid between his yellow teeth."Well got dang partner, that worthless sac'a horse shit done gotcha good, boy," The Mississippi hillbilly chuckled."I just got choppin a sorry son of a bitch, myself. Fucker shitted all over my shoes…"

As his partner for this job kept yapping away, The Reaper clenched his jaw whilst wrapping his hand around the rode. WIthout waiting another minute he had yanked it out from his shoulder. A sharp grunt escaped his lips as he straightened up with a shaky breath.

"You cold skinned mother fucker! Woo!" the hillbilly holler and cheers loudly.

Anger replaced the pain the reaper felt, "Let's just finish this shit." He grunted as he held the blood rod in one hand and his dagger in the other. The game was not yet finished and the 'No survivors' bonus sounded great right about now. The Reaper never left any surviving victims and even though the higher ups didn't care either which way. The Reaper always exceeded their expectations. He'd made more money with this job than he ever dreamed of in his past life.

Jax had killed so many men in his time that he felt like a savage. He'd lost, he'd taken, and yet he never gained. Always taking care of his club. They were all he had and went above his children. Went above his family and that was his greatest mistake. What he lost morally and emotionally, he now gained financially. It didn't bring him the money. But it made moving around much easier.

Meanwhile; three hours away Scout had awoken from her slumber in their new residence. WIthin the coastal town of WIlderbridge, Reaper had acquired a home just a mile outside of town. The two story barn-style home was run down. Seated on an acre of land within the high tree forest. Besides the running water and active electricity, the home was desolate and dreary.Scout didn't mind, it was a new place to explore away from her deceased master. Reaper had only been in the home long enough to drop her in it and leave household supplies he'd acquired from a passing shop before he left. Which had been at least two days ago and Scout slept through it all. Now feeling rested, her sock covered feet hit the dusty, creaky floorboards as she arose from the queen sized bed.With her back arched like a cat she stretched. The heavy rain kissing the forest dirt and tapping against the house created a tranquil ambiance within the house.

The old floor creaked underneath her feet as she made her way down the hall and into the bathroom. Catching a glimpse of her bruised face in the mirror caused her to sigh. The swelling had gone down but the bruising had turned a darker shade of purple with hues of yellow and green. A gastly sight that she couldn't bare to look at for too long.without wanting burst into tears.After freshening up with a long hot shower, wrapping her hair in a stretched out henley tee, and getting dressed in sweats and reaper's tee shirt; Scout made her way downstairs. The first floor consisted of a small, almost modest bedroom sized, living room. A large kitchen and a door that led to the back porch. Her baby blue sneakers got scuffled with dust and dirt as she explored the closets. The closet by the front door had a stack of brooms and mops covered in mainly cobwebs and dirt."This will do for now", Scout sighed as she grasped the broom and mop. The Reaper had brought a small bottle of liquid soap from the dollar store on the way home so that was what she used with hot water to clean the place. She mopped, swept, and scrubbed away the majority of the dust and dirt.

After opening up the kitchen windows along with the upstairs ones; Scout retrieved a single hundred dollar bill from the stack of money that Reaper had given her. Stuffing it underneath her bosom she then proceeded to put on a hoodie to compact the brisk weather. A wanderlust blazed within her to go explore. She'd left the home and walked aimlessly through the woods. Mother nature was so enchanting. The hobbit-sized woman looked with awe at the thick trunks of the aged trees as she inhaled their decaying woodsy scent. The damp musty odor of wet mud didn't faze her one bit as she skipped along. The rain kissing at her face caused a child-like giggle to escape her lips. Gleefully she began to run. Run through the forest as fast as a deer frolicking.This was freedom. Becoming friends with the trees and one with the earth. Mother nature embraced the motherless child and filled her. Embraced Scout with gentle arms and listening ears. Filled her with peace, serenity, and most of all enlightenment. In this overwhelming moment Scout couldn't be more grateful to Reaper for saving her. Gifting her with the gift of freedom and for that she felt forever bound to him. Bounded to the dark shadow of a man with blood stained hands and heart of a warrior.

Using her photogenic memory,Scout had remembered the way to town from the drive to the new home. She ended up right in the middle of town with only a few more steps. The town of WIlderbridge was nothing short of close knit that was the perfect place for a family vacation or romantic getaway. Located on the transition area between land and sea. Large cliffs could be seen from miles away. The shops were all tightly seated next door to one another with apartments on top of each one. 'What does a home need?' she wondered to herself.Not just the basics of pots, pans, and some curtains. No, what did a house need to make it a home? That she really couldn't answer. 'Pretty things.' Scout concluded. With a pip in her step, the curly-haired woman ventured forward. 

First stop was the farmer's market.The place felt like a wonderland. Vibrant colors and large varieties of different homemade items. It was beautiful and she hadn't seen anything like it. By the time she finished shopping and spent every penny she had; Scout was drowning in cloth tote bags. She skipped happily through puddles on her way back home. The sky began to grow dark as she returned.

WIth sore shoulders she laid the bags onto the floor of the entryway before leaving her mud covered shoes on the front porch, Just before her hands pushed the door shut,,,the large truck pulled in. Reaper made his way out of the driver's seat and staggered along. Stopping by the front door the pair eyes one another. Scout with widened eyes and Reaper with glaring ones. A permanent grimace across his lips."The hell happened to you?" he grunted over as his chilling blue eyes looked up and down.

"I went shopping…did some exploring."She replied bashfully, eyeing him as well. "You look…" she fumbled to find the words,"Tired."

"Like shit you mean." He scoffed before starting to make his way inside. He was blocked and slightly taken aback by her hand pressing against his wet coat.

"Take off your shoes. You'll track mud inside." Scout said. 

Her request fell on deaf ears as Reaper pushed past her. His movements were swift and harsh. She took notice of how he ducked his head down and dragged himself in through the door. He had barely made it to the living room before collapsing onto the floor. The large thump caused the whole house to raddle.

"Reaper!" Scout squeaked before rushing over towards him. She dropped to her knees beside him and carefully poked his side. He didn't move one bit. The only sign of life was the air escaping his nostrils."Oh dear…don't worry I'll help you." she whispered frantically. her fingers wrapped around the corners of the collar of his wet jacket before she yanked it off with all her might. A groan escaped The Reaper's lips as she did so. A sloppy bandage soaked in blood covered his shoulder. Scout winced at the sight before getting up onto her feet and rushing to the front door. She had made sure to lock it and place a nearby footstool underneath the lock as a makeshift deadbolt. A Sense of fear had struck her at the thought of someone possibly hurting them both now that Reaper was wounded. In his line of work she didn't know what to expect. 

The new pillows she brought would now have to be used. He placed his head on one and used the others for the right side of his body as she used all her waist to turn him over. Pushing herself forward from the strength of her hips and knees, Scout pushed and pushed until he was laid on his non-wounded side. Wounds were nothing new to her. She had her fair share of ugly scars. Either she had to clean herself up or have a maid do it. 

Reaper had a first aid kit laid carelessly in the kitchen sink and when Scout went to retrieve it, she tossed her wet clothing onto the floor before boiling a pot of water on the stove. A few sprinkles of rock salt were added to it with a penny sized amount of alcohol. Once the water was warm enough, Scout carried the pot with her. Thunder crackled loudly causing her to flinch as she rushed back to the living room.The monstrous lightening being the only light visible in the compact space. Popping the kit open she proceeded to take out gauze bandaging, antibiotical cream, and surprisingly a syringe and morphine. 

When she had ripped his dirty henley shirt off her eyes ranked along his back. Angry, reddened slashes healed and some slightly more fresh painted his skin. As if someone played tic-tac-toe with a knife. She swiftly turned away from staring and ran the lukewarm water through the wound. A grizzly grunt escaped his lips against the pillow as she cleaned the wound. She then proceeded to pat the area around the open flesh dry before applying the antibacterial cream around the pink colored scab. The wound looked angry and she practically climbed on top of his lower back to tightly wrap the gauze around his large shoulder and arm. Scout used a total of two gauzes before everything was set in place snuggly and firm. With steady hands, the woman filled the syringe with morphine and injected it into his arm. 

As she cleaned off the day's dirt from his face and hair with a wash rag; scout admired his face. He aged like fine wine. Even with a scowl across his medium-sized lips and frowning crease indented in the middle of his forehead from glaring so much; He was enchanting. He had such a nordic, rustic type of beauty to him. Perhaps he was a viking in his past life. He sure had the looks of one.

"Don't you die on me Reaper." Scout whispered as she ran her fingers through his hair. 

 He felt like hell. The Reaper had awoken by the sounds of rain pickling against wood and the scent of lemon and sugar. Lowly dim lights from candles on the coffee table had  allowed him to see within the once dark room. His bones ached as his body felt heavy. Slowly he sat up with his jaw clenching as pain shot up his arm. Looking down for a moment, he noticed he was covered in layers of quilts. To which he peeled off as he began to stand with help from his arm and hand. The Reaper wiggled his toes as he looked down at the fresh pair of socks that covered his feet.

She fixed him up…Reaper realized as he brushed his hand along his arm. 

"Scout." He called out for her. He began making his way towards the hallway staircase and that was when he heard the loud gushing of the shower running. Turning away on heel, Reaper followed the scent of lemon and sugar to the kitchen. 

A single candle was placed on the table alongside a plate with lemon loaf on it. Some sort of white icing glazed the top of it and Reaper couldn't deny it smells heavenly. As he looked closer, the word 'Reaper' was written in icing across the pastry. The slightness of a smile creased the corner of his lips for a moment. It caused a spark of warmth within his cold being. He took a seat upon the creaky-old wooden chair before cutting himself a hefty slice.The quiet sense of normality in just eating a homemade piece of food and sitting in a kitchen felt so serene. Food had been made for him by the women in his life for as long as he could remember but the thought and feeling felt like a distant memory.

"Oh! I'm so happy you're awake. How are you feeling?" Scout's chipper tone broke Reaper from his sulking thoughts. His eyes ranked over her as she stood before him dressed in a figure-hugging ribbed dress that stopped just above her plump thighs. Her tight coils glisenced with water as they sat at the edge of her neck. a few droplets of water staining the top of her dress. He took notice of how plump and ample her skin was. So soft and squishy in appearance. She radiated the word cozy.

"Better than when I came in." His eyes pierced into hers as Scout walked closer to him. He could smell the fresh mint of her soap. "Thanks for patching me up. Where'd you learn how to do that,darlin?" his attention fell to her ass as she walked by him to get to the stove.

"You took care of me. Only right I do the same." She insisted as she grasped two newly brought kitten mugs, "Trial and error over the years. Some stuff I learned from the maids." Black coffee was poured into both mugs, "I take it you're a one sugar type of guy."

"You're right." Reaper smirked. 

The ceramic clicked against the table top as she set the mugs down. Taking a seat. her eyes ranked along his bare chest. A thick honey blonde happy trail was perfectly laid along his lower abdomen. The script-like font tattoo across his muscular peck sparked her curiosity. She dared not ask about it. Scout figured it was either his father's name or his child's name. Her master had a list of his children's names tattooed on his back. All eighteen of them.

"Are we…are we staying here long? Is this our home now?" Scout asked after moments of silence.

Our home. Our. 

 Terms that Reaper hadn't heard in a decade."The contract is for a year. This place is close but not too close so…yeah." He proceeded to wash down his slice of pastry with the hot beverage. The man nearly choked on his food when he was suddenly embraced in a tight hug. Breasts pressed against his face with arms wrapped around his neck. For a minute, he sat there stiff. His hands soon raised up and with a bit of hesitation, Reaper laid his hands against her waist and embraced her.

Despite the affection feeling foreign; they both basked in it and held one another in silence. "You should get some sleep." Reaper was the first to pull away. Scout bashfully nodded and fiddled with her fingers. She spun around on her heel and left back upstairs without a word. Utterly, at a loss for words. The pair both couldn't shake the ghostly smiles plastered on their lips.

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dating tee higgins hc 🤔

hi! i hope you like this! sorry its so late

dating tee higgins includes (HC)

meeting in high school

and tee asking you to be his prom date

tee asking you to be his girlfriend after

going to clemson together.

supporting his football dreams

and tee supporting your dreams

saying “i love you” for the first time on the football field

when the year comes, he finally gets drafted

of course your by his side

you following him to cincinnati

after years of dating, tee finally pops the question you’ve been waiting for when they won the AFC

tee gives the best cuddles

tee loves when you run your fingers through his hair

it kinda turns him on ;)

pda - i mean lots of it

tee gets clingy all the time

tee needs you by his side all the dang time, but you love it

stealing his hoodies and his clothes

“you look so cute in my clothes.”

he loves to spoil you

he calls you “baby” or “princess”

being there for him through the tough losses

and of course through the huge wins

celebrating together after wins ;)

tee is overprotective over you and not always in a jealous kind of way

“tee i’m fine, i just scraped my knee.”

but he’s so hot when he’s jealous

tee posting you on his instagram all the time

loves to tease you on how short you are. but you tease him on how tall he is

“you’re short.”

“and you’re too tall”

forehead kisses

neck kisses mostly from him

water gun fights

the both of you trying to bake a cake for joe’s birthday but it going horribly wrong

“i don’t think it turned out right,” you say

being best friends with the team

late-night car rides in the summer

tee always has a hand on your thigh

“forever and always right?”

“forever and always princess.”