#uuuuuhhhh this got out of hand

[letmesleepy]

Anime girl eats raw meat

[dead-boys-club]

†  in the maze : il dottore.

❥ scenario: like a mouse ❥ uuuuuhhhh... there might be triggers, i just genuinely don't know how to address them here. one part makes it sound like there was assault but - no, there was none. ever. just to clarify. toxic things. ❥ i don't have any beta readers - you get what you get.

the hum of machines and flickering of monitors filled the lab, creating a familiar lullaby to your nerves. you stood in the center, eyes following dottore as he worked with his usual calculated precision and occasional annoyed huff. the air was thick with the smell of various chemicals and metal, a reminder to you of the experiments conducted at the hands of your partner; you didn't let your mind wander to how many lives had been lost in the room. though the room seemed cold and hostile, it had been your home longer than any other.

as he adjusted settings on a nearby device, he glanced over to you, his gazed sharp and analytical, studying you for a moment. 'you're unusually quiet today, little mouse,' he remarked, voice smooth but still holding that ever present edge of condescension. the nickname felt like a bee sting with how he said it, like it was meant to be comforting but somehow always came out frayed at the edges.

you thought for a moment before hesitating, your question coming out barely above a whisper. 'why do you call me that? little mouse.. what does it mean to you..?'

dottore paused, fingers hovering above a set of test tubes, filled to different degrees with liquids you didn't dare question. as you watched him, a small, almost amused smile formed on his features before his full attention was set on you. 'you're a curious one today. how intriguing.'

his focus on his project was gone as he began to circle you in the lab, steps echoing against cold tile and empty walls. his gaze never left you, leaving you to feel like a specimen under a microscope - you weren't proud to say it was an awfully familiar feeling. 'you see,' he began, surprisingly conversational, 'it's because, in many ways, that's what you are to me.'

the words hung in the air, heavy with implication. he continued to circle, like a predator stalking it's prey, eyes shining with curiosity and something you could only say was much darker. part of your brain had gone several years with the same sirens and red alerts to leave and run - it was no different standing in that spot feeling like roadkill to a vulture. 'a mouse is a creature that lives in a maze, scurrying through paths laid out for them, guided by one dominant hand. it's a creature that belongs solely to the one who controls the maze.'

he stopped, only for a second, to gesture around the room. 'i built this maze and you, my dear, are no different than a mouse.. bound to my creation and my control.'

you felt a shiver go down your spine as his words echoed in your thoughts. there was a cold logic to his explanation, one that made it clear how he viewed you more often than not - you weren't a person, you were something to be studied. to be controlled. but, you couldn't help but often by confused by his actions towards you. if you were simply a mouse, why were you kept so well?

he watched you and how the words began to sink in before gesturing downward towards your ankle with a gloved hand. 'the mark on your ankle.. do you remember how you got it?'

you frowned. the only thing you could recall from seeing it was.. him. a good feeling. you shook your head, uncertain about wanting his answer.

a satisfied smile curled onto his lips and he knelt down, reaching to brush his fingertip against the scarred skin. 'how could you not remember such a passionate night? it was when you first arrived here, my love,' he said the name so mockingly and it made your skin crawl. he had said it before and it gnawed at the back of your mind to figure out why. 'this mark - these teeth marks - are mine. a reminder to you and everyone else that you belong to me. it's a scar that ensures no one else dares to interfere in what is mine.'

you stared for a moment, thoughts jumbled and scattered, realization slowly dawning on you. a passionate night...? you had never questioned the mark before, never truly worried about it, but now, with his explanation, everything felt disturbingly clear. there were things from your first days with the fatui that didn't seem to exist in your memory - only mild feelings. most of which had grown your affection for the latter. but you frowned as you realized the scar wasn't just that - it was a brand; a symbol of ownership.

'don't be upset now, little mouse.. you asked for it, that is where you wanted it.' the confidence behind his words only proved to make you more curious, looking at him for a moment. 'memories are easily tampered with when you know what you're doing.. some things, they don't need to be remembered - it can make things messy but don't worry, nothing happened that you didn't want. i promise you that.'

you'd gotten to a point of not knowing how to take his words and just stayed quiet.

straightening to his full height as he came to a stop in front of you, he reached to nudge your chin up. 'you are in my maze, mouse, and every path you take is one i have designed. you are my experiment, my project, and no one else's.' there was a possessive edge to his words that made you furrow your brow but you never looked away, trying to answer unspoken questions in his gaze.

as if sensing your unease, his expression softened, though just slightly. 'i do care for you, in my own way,' he continued, voice lower, almost contemplative. 'you are important to me, more than just a subject. you hold my interest... i am.. hm, attached, even. but you must understand, my affection is not like that of others. it is intwined with curiosity, the need to explore and understand you so completely and on a level that even you, yourself, become confused.'

his gloved hand shifted to rest gently at your cheek, his attempt at showing affection to ease the nerves. 'you belong to me, little mouse. and as long as you remain here, in my maze, you will be safe, taken care of. but you must never forget your place as my possession.'

the word 'love' never passed his lips and you knew his need to own you should have made you leave but there was something in the way he looked at you- something that hinted at some twisted form of love. it was born from control, curiosity and the need to keep you close, even if that closeness was defined by his boundaries alone. as you glanced behind him, through him, even, you thought back to the countless subjects that had lost their lives by his hand and decided that if you meant nothing, you wouldn't be standing there. let alone, sharing your life with his in such a close manner.

you nodded, deciding that words weren't necessary. in dottore's world, love was not tender or gentle; it was a form of ownership and control and understanding every facet of the one who had captured his interest. he was kind enough to dip down and press a kiss to your head. 'do not let it sit for too long.' his way of telling you not to worry and you appreciated it, despite still being a little lost.

as he stepped back, returning to his work, you were left with the weight of his word and comforting tingle of the kiss. you thought, though, over being stuck in his maze - trapped, studied.. taken care of but strangely, undeniably, important to him.

[goldenshornyjail]

Single Mom Au: Blake is an absolute tease but gets all nervous and flustered when things get serious.

Ha! I like it! Honestly, it's probably how it's going to turn out once I get back into writing more than blurbs again.

*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*_*

Yang: (sitting on the couch with Kela sitting next to her and reading out loud)

Blake: Okay, I haven't worn these in a while, but I think they'll work.(takes a deep breath and saunters by the couch wearing tight yoga pants)

Yang: (listening to Kela read - her eye drifts towards Blake's hips as she walks by and discreetly adjusts how she's sitting) Sweet molasses trap....

Kela: Did you say something, Yang?

Yang: Uh! Nope! Not at all! Just super curious what happens next!

Blake: (turns the corner into the kitchen, looks back, and sees Yang's nostrils flaring and a bright red blush on her face) Still got it.

-Later-

Yang: (washing dishes after lunch)

Blake: Hey, Handsome~ (wraps arms around Yang's waist)

Yang: Hey, Gorgeous! What's u-

Blake: (trails hands low enough to brush against the front of Yang's jeans)

Yang: (knees buckle slightly as she drops the cup she's washing) -uuuuuhhhh....

Blake: (glances around the corner to where Kela is coloring in the living room and drags her nails over the slowly hardening bulge in Yang's jeans)

Yang: whooooooa... (grunts quietly and braces her elbows on the edge of the sink)

Blake: (dips her hand into the waistband of Yang's jeans, under her boxers, and scratches her nails through the coarse hair before trailing the back of her nail over the base of Yang's -now hard- cock)

Yang: (grunts again to avoid moaning too loud and squeezes the sponge in her hand)

Blake: (leans over Yang's back and whispers in her ear) Thanks for doing the dishes~ (kisses her temple, pulls her hands away, and saunters into the living room to sit next to Kela) Wow, sweetheart! That looks almost exactly like Fernstar!

Yang: (blinks in disbelief and drops to her knees) Gods dammit.....

-Later-

Blake: (sitting in bed with a book, wearing her yukata)

Yang: (rounds the corner after putting Kela to bed) You.

Blake: (glances up from her book) Me?

Yang: (grabs Blake's ankles from under the covers, pulls her bodily down so she's laying flat, and straddles her hips) You are an absolute menace.

Blake: (blushes hotly) I-I don't know what you're- ah!~

Yang: (places one hand next to Blake's head while the other trails up her bare thigh) Oh, I think you do. The yoga pants. The teasing while I was doing dishes. Absolutely devilish.

Blake: (bites her lip as Yang's fingers skim her inner thigh) Yang, Kela's probably not asleep yet.

Yang: Blake, I carried her to bed because she was passed the fuck out. (skims her fingers over the silk panties covering Blake's mound, trailing further south)

Blake: (gasps and pinches her thighs together, trapping Yang's hand) I-I haven't... uh... I haven't shaved!

Yang: Doesn't bother me. (gently kisses Blake's neck right over her pulse) If it actually bothers you, I'll stop.

Blake: (whines) It... doesn't really bother me....

Yang: (continues to lavish Blake's neck with kisses, gentle bites, and licks) Sooooo?

Blake: I... uh.... (swallows thickly and jolts her hips up as Yang's fingers brush over the front of her panties) oh, fuck! Please!

Yang: (smiles) Gladly.

[alelathedragon]

Word Girl AU: I almost killer her...

Part 2!!!

Narrator: Last time on… WORRRRRD GIRRRRL! Tobey threatened to crush the city!!! A G A I N!!! But this time has threatened Word Girl with the power of Lexonite! Will she be able to escape his desperate hands? Will she be forced to live a life of constantly forced playdates? WILL TOBEY STOP BEING SUCH A DUMMY AND LISTEN TO HER???!!! Find out… Maybe in this episode of… WORD GIRL!!! "

WG: " C'moooooon TOOOOOBEYYYYYY, what's the matter?? Afraid your mommy will yell at you for getting your shoes dirty??? "

" Ye- N O!! of course …. Not!! Of course not I just don't see the fun in splashing around in… Puddles," he said with a cringe on his face, reaching up to adjust his glasses as Word Girl jumped and made another splash in the muddy puddle getting more onto her already dirty super hero suit.

WG: " Yeah.. I'm sure that's totally the reason. "

" Aren't we supposed to be doing things that we BOTH…. enjoy?? "

WG: " hmmmm I dunno, kinda hard to enjoy myself when I'm being THREATENED to have a good time. "

" GRRRRRHHHMMM!!! " He took a deep breath in and then let it back out.. putting up his hands in a defensive manner before folding them behind his back " Alright… It's fine we have plenty of day to spare after all~ hmhmhm… Besides it wouldn't be all fun to just… Be in control of the entire thing… Some things have to be natural. "

Word Girl scowled with a roll of her eyes and continued to jump in the mud with an even more salty attitude to her… Tobey didn't get it. Word Girl was never his biggest fan, but they've had nice moments together, so what if he was using a new tactic to anchor her to his level??? What was different now than all the other times, why was she so… So… Furious at him??? His robits were well behaved, not destroying a single hair on anybody's head. He made robits to PROTECT this city while she was occupied!! To him, everything was the same… He's threatened her to hang out with him various times or even lied to her about a tracker remote so she would spend time with him naturally… Though now it could last! She wouldn't be whisked away by any other problems of any kind, it was just them and his heart fluttered at the thought. He turned his attention back to the girl hero who jumpscared him by being right beside him again.

" GHHH HUH!?!? "

WG:" Hehe.. I'm done jumping… Figured you'd want me to hold your hand again.. or else and what not. "

She offered her hand to him and his face got all red… Thoughts scattered in his mind and a hint of guilt rose up in the depths of his throat… But he quickly swallowed them and grabbed her hand in his once again. He wouldn't be able to live out this fantasy forever!! … Maybe… So he might as well take what he can get hmhmhm!!

" You know… By now you would usually have defined something… Won't you? I want to hear you define something. "

WG: " …..I can try, Lexonite makes it harder for me to define things, Tobey. "

" I know… But it's only a little bit, I did my best scientific research for the best amount of the meteorite to use on you~! "

Word Girl's brow twitched: " charming… "

" Oooh define that~ define… Charming~ "

She pinched her nose, rubbing it some before her eyes cast to the sky as she thought some, " Charming…. Charm… Charmed… To be Charming is to be… Good… you like it a lot uuuuuhhhh… "

She struggled some. Tobey opened his mouth, but she shoved her free hand to his face. " I got it, I got it…. Charming is to like something, it's really good and nice. Like the summer breeze is charming to feel against my face. "

They both went silent for a minute, Tobey reaching up to rub the back of his head a little before he snickered some.

WG: " What?? It's not my fault okay??!! "

" I know… heeheeheeheee… I just heeheeheehee… you're still cute even while trying your best just to fail heeheehee! "

WG: " Wh- "

" UH I MEAN… LOOK A BIRD-"

He tugged on her to pull her along the park more and head towards the public library as they could both find enjoyment there that wasn't so… Messy! And …. Nature…y!! When they got there Word Girl was a bit more excited than before, given her passion for reading, going over to the reading spots to pick the optimal one….

WG: " Right here. " She smiled some as she circled a cozy little spot near the wall that had bean bag chairs and a lamp that you could adjust to your liking. Tobey shrugged,

" Ah yes… I've grown quite fond of this spot myself, even if I must share it with Becky Botsford… This is her favorite reading spot too. "

WG laughed a bit: " Well what can I say? It's a really good spot… Anyways let's get some books! What were you thinking? "

" Oh… Uh… I was thinking that we could split up and grab the ones we want to share with each other the most! Not a… Favorites kind of thing, but just enjoying specific ones?? Together?? "

Word Girl tilt her head some but then got a very stern thinking face, " The books I want to share the most… That's just as impossible as asking me for my favorites though!!! "

Tobey laughed some: " Y-ehehes I know, Word Girl, but I think it will be a great bonding experience!! Now just make sure you do Not fly off and try anything or eeeeeelse~ "

Her current smile turned back into a disappointed frown. " Right… I had almost forgotten about the whole robots thing… Maybe we could have actually had a good time if you didn't feel the need to bring it up. "

She quickly walked away as he rose an arm up towards her, wanting to stop her, but he bit his lip and looked away in shame… No… No it's okay Tobey… She loves reading SOOOOO much that she'll probably forget all about it once again! Then you can both get ice cream!! You can use your pocket money to pay for her, she'll be so impressed! Thus he went off in a different direction to pick out his own books that he wished to share… Or he would have if it was easy, Word Girl was right! How is he supposed to pick just a few? These engineering books weren't just informative but inspiring! Then there were books about fictional super heroes.. some of his favorites were Jean Montone, Dr. Oddone, and a fanmade one specifically made off Word Girl: Literature Lady.

Strong but smart super heroes that used their intellect and powers to save the day… Well except his favorite real favorite, Dr. Destruction, who was a villain, buuuut hey they can't all be good. Eventually, he found himself back at the spot they had picked for sharing books and the lights were on in the library, he must have spent hours looking for the perfect books to show Word Girl- and seems she did too! As she was only coming back at the same time with what looked like two books from every single aisle in the library, the entire Pretty Princess collection, and every single Thesaurus and Dictionary the library had- Tobey gawked a little bit with big eyes that slowly became love struck as he got a squiggly smile. Only she could do something like that and look cool…

WG: " It was really hard not just picking up every book the library had! I love all the books because they all have something good they can share! "

Tobey snickered and motioned to the rolling cart he had borrowed to carry his own books over since he did not have super strength and currently didn't have any small robots on him to help him in the library. " Y-y hehehes I see~! I actually had quite the difficult time myself, there are just so many good ones that I- "

WG gasped and flew over to nab a book off his pile to hold it in front of her, " Dr. Oddone!! I LOVE!! Dr. Oddone!! His powers are so surreal as he goes to other planets and solves what would seem to be impossible problems! Not an unrealistic story if I say so myself since y'know snort I'm from a whole different planet and all! "

" Y-yes! Actually I didn't think of that… I just really enjoy how he is able to not just use his amazing powers to save the day but his ingeniously high IQ too! And to think he used to be such an … An uhhh- "

WG: " -Entitled? "

" Yes! An entitled man that was only in it for the money… How a bit of… Uhmm- "

WG: " -Humility? "

" Uhm…yes.. again thank you ahem how humility changed a man. "

WG snorted again and put the book down before going to sit in the spot while grabbing her own book to share. Looking up at Tobey with a genuine smile… His cheeks felt warm as he approached her and- sat ….down…be-SIDE HER!!!!!! HGGGG! His heart was racing at 10 miles per hour right now, he's never had such a meaningful heart-to-heart with Word Girl before. She moved her arms so the book she had was in front of both of them, he was so happy…. Until he read the cover of the book and his eyebrows rose some in confusion.

" 'Empathy and You'? This is the first book that Word Girl, super hero of the city… Wants to share more than anything else? "

Word Girl gave a bit of a side eye look while shrugging, " IIIIIIII think it has some really meaningful lessons in it like: how to feel compassion for others, thinking about how your actions impact the world.. ooo look at this one- "

She opened the book and put her finger to a paragraph to which Tobey was not impressed but .. he couldn't just say no. The deal was to collect what books they wanted to share and share them, so he went along with it and read the book with her…

Hours Later

Tobey lifted up his glasses and rubbed his eyes some with the back of his hand as Word Girl finished reading aloud the last book they were going over together: 'How to Know if You are Feeling Guilty and What You can do to Solve the Problem.'

WG: " yaaaaaaawn oooomf… Man… What time is it? " She looked up at the nearest clock and her eyes widened as she suddenly zipped up from her spot, putting her hands to the sides of her head " OH NO!! I'm gonna be late for dinner!! We must have been called back hours ago!! Here Tobey, I'll put away all the books I need to go! "

" D-don't forget to meet me at my house tomorrow! "

WG: " Uh huh, sure. " She said quickly as she zipped off in a hurry to put away all the books… Tobey got up and did a big stretch, cracking his back and yawning once again. They spent nearly all day in the library bonding over books!! Word Girl even seemed a bit impressed when he showed her a book that wasn't engineering!! And even when he did, he got to explain how the words functioned in robots!! Of course she knew what the words meant, however, she didn't understand the fundamentals of building them in a live robot hehehehehe~💖 Even her books were more or less very interesting.. he didn't really get into the Pretty Princess stuff as much as she was, but he enjoyed listening to her talk about it for a long period of time. Going over the dictionary together was pretty neat as he learned some new words and she rambled about the word's history a little bit. She's so beautiful~ Using one of his robots on standby to carry him home, upon getting inside he was greeted to the smell of a wonderfully made stew by his mother. After going to the table to sit down, he thanked his mom and chowed down before immediately going upstairs to get ready for bed.

As he brushed his teeth… He felt a tug in his chest that he didn't understand. This weight of feelings inside him that seemed to come out of nowhere.. he wondered what it was but ultimately was to tired to keep worrying about it and went to bed thinking about what he would do with Word Girl tomorrow….

His eyes shut and his head was filled with childish glee as he was carried around the city by Word Girl and they took in the sights together.

" This is amazing Word Girl, you have such a way with flying~ "

WG giggled… But then her voice became serious, " Too bad this can't be genuine, right? ….Power Freak. "

His eyes widened some as he looked up to see Word Girl scowling at him, sweat beaded his head. " Wh- what? What are you talking about? Word Girl why are you- "

She sneered: " -Why am I??!!? You have the audacity to ask me why I'm being mean when YOU are holding me against my will!?? I knew we could never get along.. I don't even know why I humor you and tell your mom. You deserve to rot in jail. "

" W-Word girl!?? " He looked down to see the Lexonite necklace on his body and he panicked. " N-no!! You don't understand!! I … I mean yes I'm using it, b-but-!! "

She shook her head and he felt her hands loosen their grip. " 'But' nothing… I'm just a toy like the city… " she let go, " aren't I…. THEODORE? "

" NOOOOOOOOOOOOO- " Tobey flung himself up from his bed as his voice cracked, " NO! NO PLEASE WORD GIR- "

He panted some as his vision took in his surroundings, his chest was pounding as he felt the weight of his body being supported by his bed and not at the mercy of the wind from falling from a ridiculous height. A…..a nightmare …. Just a nightmare.. Tobey… He rubbed his eyes some just to realize that his face was wet. Pulling his hands away, he saw the tears forming at the sides of his eyes and a hicc escaped the back of his throat.

" MOMMMMYYYYYYYY " He got up out of bed and went running to his mother in tears, spending the rest of the night by her side….

The Next Morning

Tobey was awake bright and early, sneaking out of his mother's bed to head back to his own room and sit upon his rocking chair. Face going into his hands as he groaned. What was that dream?? Word Girl would never say those things to him, let alone drop him from that height to his demise… Right, because it was all a stupid nightmare!!! Nothing more! It didn't mean anything, it was just his doubts about this plan working out like he intended….. Mmmmmmmm…. He sat there for a bit 'til he heard their doorbell ring and he perked up.

" I got it! " He quickly got changed and brushed his hair, then proceeded to run down the stairs and go to the front door and look out the spy glass to see!! Word Girl!! ….and… A giant Roboooot ARM!?!?!

He flung the door open and gazed at the giant robot arm in dismay, going to his knees. " MY- MY ROBITS!!! "

Word Girl gave a smug grin. " H e h ~ what's the matter, Tobey? I wake up too early for your liking? I came over like you saaaaid~ "

His fists clutched and shook as a low grumble came from the boy, " GRRRRRR! HOW DARE YOU!! "

WG: " Easily. "

" You weren't supposed to defeat them while I was in bed!! "

WG: " And let the robots menacingly stand over the city threatening the city AND the rest of my weekend? Ye-ah hah! No. I don't think so. " She folded her arms as Tobey scowled at her, pointing a finger.

" You may have won this time Word Girl… But there is plenty of Lexonite in the galaxy, and I will have my perfect playdate you hear me!?!?! "

WG sighed and face palmed: Tobey…… No… How could I expect you to have learned anything from yesterday…. There's nothing for you to feel guilty about… Is there…. "

Tobey sweat some and fiddled his fingers before clearing his throat and scoffing " of course not, your little lie about it being life threatening was nothing more than that; a lie… Besides anytime I ask you if we can hang out without a giant Robit being there you say no! "

They both were silent, Word Girl just shaking her head some before flying away. Tobey folded his arms in a pretzel and turned around only to be greeted by his mother in her robe giving him the Mom Glare. Reaching to grab his ear and drag him inside- grounding him for the rest of the week…

Thanks to @femboi-rayne for proof reading and fixing my spelling mistakes!! It's really pog of you and I appreciate it :3

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[heymrspatel]

✨Macy's Tag Game Tuesday!✨ (on a wednesday again shhh)

i was tagged by the shining star herself @celestialmickey and @energievie @gallawitchxx @squidyyy23 @metalheadmickey @lingy910y @deedala @deathclassic and @vintagelacerosette thank you my sweets

name: julissa 🐻

age: 33 👍🏼

pronouns: she/her🧍🏻

tell me about one of your hobbies: i really like word games? i love crosswords and word searches and those games where letters are all scrambled and you have to make words lmao also i'm surprisingly good at sudoku! like... i'm great at it. 🔢

what languages do you speak? ingles y español 🫡

one of your comfort movies: ferris bueller's day off 🚘

do you have any kids? do you want any? nope to both! i'm a pretty fun aunt though (the kids have told me, i just didn't call myself a fun aunt on my own accord) - say it with me: a... FUNT 💅🏼

cold weather or hot weather? cold please ☃️

you're at an amusement park. what ride are you going on first? big big rollercoaster 🎢

what's your go-to hairstyle/how do you wear your hair most days? if i'm out, down and curly. if i'm home, it's usually in a braid or in a messy bun. 🌀

who was your top artist in your spotify wrapped/apple music replay in 2022? muna🕺

you've just been handed $1000 but you have to spend it on clothes. where are you shopping? uuuuhhhh ummmmm uuuuuhhhh uuuummmm uuu- 🤠

wireless or corded headphones? wireless. i was only able to get the wired buds yanked out of my ears while commuting so many times! it was my sole and only reason for the switch over. one time they got caught on someone's bag and the person, i kid you not, ran out of the train. i thought my ears were bleeding. so no. no wires. 👂🏼

finally, tell me something that sparks joy: discord *bloops*. seeing my little plants grow. the wavy ivy outside my window. watching stuff with my friends. 🩵

i'm late but i'm tagging some of my loves just in case they wanna @whatthebodygraspsnot @whatwouldmickeydo @howlinchickhowl @gardenerian @iansfreckles and if not, i'm just canoodling and nuzzling right under your arm. no you don't have a choice.

[fandomsoda]

Alright SU progress report 1 (spoilers ahead)

Got through episodes 1-29

Overall experience?: I’m having fun, it’s alright, I like it. It’s keeping my attention enough for me to be able to solidly binge it.

Favorite character so far?: Uuuuuhhhh Idk probably Amethyst.

Ships?: No strong opinions yet

Thoughts on lore/overall show atmosphere?: The show’s gorgeous (at least the environments are) and the lore seems neat even though you’re very… thrown right into it. I don’t think it does a good job establishing the world, episode 1 just kinda happens and you get no context, no explanation, no one’s gonna tell you anything unless you’re watching with someone, and I do not think that is good writing. Pacing seems a bit too fast, I know the show has a shorter individual episode run time but it felt like things really weren’t built up enough. Things often just kinda happen and very few scenes are given the proper weight I think they deserve.

Individual character opinions:

Steven?: He is… something. He becomes way less unbearable, but early on he’s very difficult to watch. I never really hated him as I know he’s a young, inexperienced character and he’s supposed to be a tad annoying, but god the second-hand embarrassment! I also feel like he is dumbed-down way too fucking hard. Like it often feels like the writers have a vendetta against him with how shockingly oblivious and idiotic they make him at times, it is so frustrating. He’s way more likable later on, in exchange for feeling unnoteworthy. He’s the titular character, the generic starry-eyed protagonist, and I don’t really care that much. He bounces off of everyone well, but doesn’t have a lot going for himself individually.

Pearl?: I like Pearl, she’s fun, responsible, and resourceful. A mom friend if I’ve ever seen one and often pretty endearing, if overbearing at times. It’s a very basic archetype but it works.

Amethyst?: I like her a lot. Her attitude is fun, she is VERY pretty, and she’s often funny and interesting. However often she can come across as an asshole and her antics can wind up not fun so- yeah.

Garnet?: Garnet definitely has her moments but I do not like how robotic she acts. She feels like she should talk more and express more, and her only super expressive moment being her lashing out and being cruel to someone/thing who could not hurt her does not sweeten the deal.

Greg?: Massive shrug, has his moments but can also suck.

Lars?: Fun to watch, easy to emphasize with, kind of an asshole though.

Sadie?: (just gonna sum this up in the advice I’d like to give her) Girl I understand your pain and you deserve better so LEAVE HIS ASS.

Connie?: She’s neat. Her getting her eyesight cured did leave a bad taste in my mouth, though. Not her fault, however.

Lapis?: I like her a lot and I wish she stuck around for longer. I feel like enough time wasn’t spent on her story, and the scene of her gem getting healed went by too quickly and happened too suddenly.

Additional tidbits, giggles, and jokes:

wound up calling who Lapis was going to be given me already associating that gemstone with water

After observing how even the normal human world feels like it’s on something in this show and everyone seems like they’ve got something wild going on, I coined the term/saying “on some Beach City shit”, something to refer to when something/someone has the certain brand of weirdness Beach City does.

that’s all for now, having fun but not blindly loving the show, please don’t kill me.

people who wanted to be tagged directly: @dinosaurzzz @everydaygremlin

[marirynryn]

Hi uuuuuhhhh can we talk abt how much of a fucker Bosie was??? I'm reading 'De Profundis' of Oscar Wilde (A letter he wrote for Alfred Douglas, aka Bosie, while he was in prision) and it's I'm not even in the half but for now Oscar has recompiled a lot of shitty things that Bosie has done to him in all of the years they've been "friends". Like. Bosie at one point, due to all the extravagances and luxuries he afforded daily WITH THE MONEY OF WILDE got him to bankruptcy. In words of Wilde, "...If I remember you that all the time we were together I didn't never wrote not even a single line-...-Mi life, while you were at my side, was completely sterile and uncreative" : Bosie freaking drained the life and inspiration out of Wilde, and all the times they were together, he couldn't focus on anything but Bosie bc if he did Bosie would get mad. Oscar was tired of getting away from Bosie just to go back to him again, he even tried to convince Bosie's mother to get him out of the country (and his mother agreed with Wilde, confirming that Bosie had the Bitch temper™ of his father), but some time later Bosie begged his mother to know how Wilde was, where he was, and said that he "wanted to see him again, even though it was only once". Oscar even says something like (I won't quote bc I would probably get it bad lol) 'Every three months I would try to break our friendship, and every three months you would convince me again of being close to you, even if I know what danger you mean to me'. LIKE BOSIE LITERALLY ATTEMPTED AGAINST WILDE'S LIFE MORE THAN ONCE WTF there is one part in this letter that narrates a time when Bosie got sick, and after 5 days of Wilde taking care of him in the most endearing way, Wilde falls ill thanks to Bosie, and what did that bitch do? Go to eat at a fancy restaurant with Oscar's money while Wilde was dying in an apartment he rented. My men made Bosie promise to 'at least eat dinner with him', and when he didn't appeared at dinner time, Wilde wrote him a note remembering the promise and goes to try to sleep, but after getting insomnia due to his sickness wakes up and goes to the kitchen for some water, and there it is, Bosie, angry af with Wilde bc of the note, and fcking attackes him verbally like 😭 and not even a day after, Bosie gets into Wilde's room to make up excuses, and when Wilde just says to him to get the fuck out of his room, the bitch with Bitch temper ™ once again tried to hurt him.

I'm open to opinions, I haven't finished the whole letter, but I felt like saying all of this because, of the little things and image I've got to see people have of Oscar's and Bosie's relationship, is really not mentioned all of the crap Bosie made to Oscar, and is more like "hehe Wilde was a gay gay homosexual gay who love Bosie", I mean- It's true- but still, Bosie didn't really showed affection or AT LEAST care for Wilde, and lemme quote this bc this words of Wilde narrating the time when he and Alfred met after Alfred being like three months out of the country: "When I got to Paris, your tears, spilled over and over again throughout the whole evening, that fell on your cheeks like rain while we ate first at Voisin and ate dinner after at Paillard; the unfeigned joy that you showed when you saw me, taking my hand whenever you could, like a sweet and petinent child..." Is SO beautifully sad because this is one of the only times Wilde mentions that kind of affection coming from Bosie, and also days before Bosie's father accused him from sodomy, accusation that got him in prision.

Like yeah I get it Alfred Douglas was fine af but all that crap isn't worth it for just a dick Mr. Wilde, you freaking masochistic.

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OK THANKS FOR HEARING ME OUT I REALLY NEEDED TO GET OUT THAT FROM MY SYSTEM sorry if the English is really broken, it's not my first language, also the quotes are not the ones from the English translation of the letter(? I think idk I'm reading it in my language so I took the quotes and translated them literally.

[andromedaexists]

15 Questions, 15 Mutuals

Hi Hi so Locke accidentally tagged me as someone who tagged them in this when I've never actually done it, so imma go ahead and do it now! @lockejhaven

1. Are you named after anyone?

Yeah, I am! I am named after a saint in Ireland that my mom feels a deep connection to! My middle name (pre name change) was also a family name, derived from my Great Grandmother.

2. When was the last time you cried?

uuuuuhhhh like a couple days ago? I don't cry often but I have been Very Stressed™ as of late and that may or may not have lead to me crying over something kind Nats said to me.

3. Do you have kids?

Hell. No.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

ooooh yeah, but i've had to real it back since learning to unmask because a lot of people don't pick up on dead pan sarcasm

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their style. I like looking at people's outfits.

6. What’s your eye color?

hehehe as far as any of y'all know, red (there are like 3 people who know my actual eye color and I am glaring at them rn, don't say anything)

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

Neither? I don't handle horror well but I also think a lot of happy endings are tacky and forced so I don't tend to like them.

8. Any special talents?

uuuuuuhhhhhh, good question? I can play damn near any instrument that you put in my hands at a basic proficiency level? I can grow plants from seeds? I can ski??

9. Where were you born?

sadly, Ohio... It explains a lot actually

10. What are your hobbies?

I have a couple! Obviously I write, but I am also a high level skier! In the summers I like to explore and rollerblade. I also do the music thing quite often!

11. Have you any pets?

Yes! I have an orange baby named Dude (he's a 6? year old orange tabby) and a tortoiseshell angel named Autumn (she's like 15 or smth, I don't know how old she was when we got her but we got her when I was 9 so like 14 years ago)

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I literally have a post about this here. The basic take-away from that post is that it is easier to ask what sports I haven't played lol

13. How tall are you?

5' 8" (or 172 cm for you non american folk)

14. Favorite subject in school?

Science! I would say Chemistry specifically, but that was only one year out of many. I fucking love chemistry though

15. Dream job?

This has changed a lot for me recently. Just a few years ago I would have said a Forensic Chemist or a Nuclear Chemist, but now I think I want to be a Professor of Classics. I would love to focus just on Mythology, but I know that won't be possible

Now, I don't think I have 15 mutuals who haven't already done this, so imma list of a few of y'all and if you haven't done this then feel free to! @blind-the-winds @saintedseraph @ceph-the-ghost-writer @smol-feralgremlin @crypticcodexcreations @antlerhymnals and @dogmomwrites!

[cicadahaze]

TMA au where Jon wakes up with amnesia. He doesn’t know who he is besides that his name is Jon Sims. He knows some people came to visit him, but their names and vague discriptions alone aren’t enough to track them down. He does his best to create a life for himself, practically start over besides what he can puzzle out from his possessions in his miraculously still his apartment. When he asks the landlord, the landlord says that some weirdo has been coming and paying his rent every month. No idea who the man is, had quite the odd feel to him, though.

Jon tries his best to find a new job. He manages to get something low-wage, as he has only vague ideas of his credentials. He manages to get access to his bank account- lucky guess. Very lucky guess, he supposes.

He likes talking to people, in his customer service job. His coworkers always seem tired and annoyed by the customers, and he understands why, but they seem to have a weird affinity for him. He’s good at getting them talking, at getting to the heart of the issue and getting the truth. He’s good at seeing when something else is bothering them, whether it be stress, or drugs, or… well, they like to tell him about it, and the stories are always strange. Unsettling. But after they spill their mind to him, he always has a new energy. It’s easier to get through the day with something intriguing on your mind.

Jon knows he is not being watched, just as he knows that the man in aisle four is not trying to recover from alcohol addiction. He has not seen that woman with the short cut hair and the strangely smooth skin grinning at him, he has not seen mannequins turn their heads ever so slightly, and he has not seen the woman-who-is-no-longer-a-detective out of the corner of his eye all to often as he goes through his day.

Jon does not sleep well. When he dreams, he dreams of the strange stories the customers tell him on occasion. He dreams of a woman being dragged further beneath the arm by a corpse holding her ankle. He dreams of a man who wanders through an endless warehouse. He dreams of stories he has not been told. He dreams of a woman falling into a grave for her by a church that does not exist. He dreams of a ruined hospital and the spirit inside that years to devour the ghost hunters within. He dreams of a woman being pushed into a coffin and he’s not able to look away.

Jon stops asking customers about anything besides business. Jon stops sleeping. Jon starts feeling a soul-deep hunger. Jon sleeps. Jon tips a story out of a poor old man and feels whole for the first time in weeks.

The Magnus Institute. Jon doesn’t remember where he’s heard of it before- maybe from a tormented customer, maybe in gossip from co-workers. But he knows that it’s where he should go. It’s where people are supposed go to tell their unbelievable stories, where the people who talked to him should have gone. So he does. When he approaches, he’s at once beckoned and repelled. Something heavy fills his lungs and tells him that he’s not welcome as he climbs the steps, but when he opens the doors, it’s impossible to turn back.

The researchers look at him strangely when he asks after the archives and the statement-takers, but they answer promptly, and he continues before he can ask anything else. He descends the steps, and something in him revels at the echoes of the stairs under his feet. Working in a place like this seems so much better than his customer service job, even if the pay is likely somehow worse. A strange place of the supernatural seems like much more natural a habitat for a medical mystery of a man, practically a John Doe, found in a blown up wax museum.

It takes a moment to find someone. The place seems quiet, hollow, like the frame of a puzzle without the center pieces. When he finally does find an archivist, the man looks shocked. The man’s eyes roam Jon’s face, and Jon does not want to know he’s seen this man before, passing through the store too often and slowing down ever so slightly by his station.

“Hello,” he says politely. “I’m here to make a statement?”

The please-familiar man drops the tape recorder he was holding.

[veritable-trash]

Shattered Glass

Pairing: Billy Russo x F!Reader

Words: 1.3k

Warning: smut... i was uuuuuhhhh thinking... some things... the punisher does things to me billy russo does things to me i'm a mess on a monday i apologize(but not really:)) this is rougher than usual, choking, some degradation elements to be certain, but it's billy so what can ya do he's so sexyyyyyy to meeeeee

A/N: alright y'all my writing funk is not over but at least i did this! and i'm sorta happy with it... i do think there's some things that could be better BUT i wanted to put something out and this came a lot more naturally to me than anything else i've tried to start recently so gotta set this one loose. billy is hot just gonna put that out there and i was feeling a mmmmm vibe so to speak and so i wanted some freak nasty thirsty vibes with this man so hopefully some of y'all will enjoy! ok love you lots hope everyone had an ok monday and a beyond lovely week <333333 feedback is loved and appreciated even if you're mean <33333 i got time for it all <3333

p.s. i am currently rewatching the punisher because i am still very much going to be writing a multi chapter frank fic that will be long and a journey but I LOVE FRANK so this is just a little like heyo punisher is my new obsession beginning saga so i hope you enjoy fingers crossed :)))))

It was slick heat and humid air. Nails dragging along your skin. Clawing at you.

He made you sweat and it only made you want him more. Eyes jet black, hungry trailing down the lines and curves of your body as if he was appraising a work of art.

Billy was smooth like that. Silky in his movements, his tone, the way he carried himself. But there was jagged rocks hidden under the silk. Secretive and sharp waiting to cut and bite into your skin. Leaving you marked and raw, but craving his fingers to press deeper, push harder, make you cry out for him.

He sucked the air out of your lungs. Left you gasping, clawing for air all while he looked like he was carved from stone. It made you hunger for a reaction. Made you itch to make him snap. To shatter that perfect facade he held onto.

Because he cracked for you. Splintered into a million pieces while telling you how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth. Shards of glass cutting you to pieces while he rolled his cock into your wet heat. Black eyes flaring into something feral when you told him only he could make you feel like this.

It’s how you ended up in his bed. Over and over and over again.

A text. A bar. A drink. His bed. Your bed. The bathroom. The alley. It didn’t fucking matter because the second his hands were on you it felt like torture and bliss.

Tonight it happened to be the alley behind the bar. Figures.

You look so pretty tonight baby. I love it when you dress up for me.

It started coy. You both knew he was going to fuck you. Was going to make you whine his name until you were leaking for him.

His thumbs dig circles into the plush, softness of your thigh, emphasizing the point.

He loves knowing you do it for him. Knows that you get pretty to try and make him sweat. He always noticed and it always worked.

You always smell so fucking good. I can’t fucking see straight around you, make me fucking lose my mind.

Cold brick digs into your spine, though you didn’t really fully register it. Teeth scrape sharp on your neck, catch on your collarbone. Almost distracts you from his hand crawling up your thigh, until he’s thumbing at your clit. Toying with you. You breath humid gasps into the air and he chuckles into your skin.

Open up for me sweetheart, let me see how fucking wet you are already.

It makes you keen. Makes you want to rip your nails into his skin, bite down hard enough to make him bleed just so he would understand how much he made you feel. How rough you wanted him to be. How much you wanted him to break you apart.

God I knew you would be dripping for me, so fucking good for me, such a little slut for me. I’m going to rip you to shreds.

Stars and sparkles and his fingers around your throat. The wet suck of your cunt audible over your whines, his thick fingers curving into you. You can feel his cock rocking into your thigh, hard through his slacks.

When was he going to fuck you? God you needed him to fuck you.

It was fucking hell because it was never enough. You bite at his lip pulling, yanking, needing to get him closer. The urge to eat him alive vibrating under your skin. You’d never been needy for someone, but Billy had you hooked.

Nails find purchase in this scalp, clawing at the back of his neck. His fingers rut into you, pull slick and heat and burning pleasure from deep inside of you. Have you curling into his neck, whimpering his name, tears staining his jacket.

My poor baby. Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna cum all over my fingers? I want you to. I want you to cum right here in this alley for me.

You almost scream. Gush onto his fingers, slippery and hot and still craving more. Bite into his shoulder until he groans, hips bucking into yours.

The way you clamp around his fingers, flutter and seize has him lightheaded. Edgy and needy to feel you clutch around his cock.

His cock is heavy in his hand as he pulls himself out. Running the tip of him through the wet seam of you, his already wet fingers coating him in you. His hand around your throat, eyes glued to his cock brushing against your clit, soaking in the way you whimper.

You can’t help rocking your hips into him. Yearning for that fullness.

He wants you to beg, wants to hear the hitch in your voice. The way you stutter every time he dips into you before rocking back over your clit. Teasing you like he wanted you to go insane. Like he needed to confirm every time he fucked you that only he could make your eyes glaze over.

Open your mouth for me baby. Yes, god yes, just like that. You look like a fucking picture, Jesus Christ, so fucking perfect.

He spits into your mouth and pushes into you slow, wanting to see how you react with every inch.

How your eyes flutter. How your tongue pulls him into your mouth. How he can feel your throat swallowing him down. His vision spots black as he jerks the final inches into you.

He pounds into you, hips rolling up into yours, pressing you deeper into brick you already forgot about. Your nails are on his back, his ass, drawing him into you, needing to crawl under his skin so you can feel like this forever.

You sound so pretty when you take my cock. Your cunt sounds so fucking pretty, so fucking wet. Only for me—fuck—only for me.

He’s licking into your mouth. His hand dropping to your waist, the other rolling over your clit, heating your skin. Pain and pleasure melting and weaving into each other. You can taste his moans rushing out of his throat. His words coating you in honey and glass.

He stretches and pushes and works you open till you’re a raw nerve. Till your legs are shaking and you’re gasping, pleading for something, anything. You don’t even really know what, but somehow Billy always knows.

Pulls you tighter to his chest, thumb catching your lower lip. Hips locked together as he grinds into you, deep and slick. His thumb breaches your lips, pushes against your tongue opening you up for him.

All he can do is stare at you, at the beautiful mess. Tear stained cheeks, glossy eyes, red lips, pink tongue, and moans that make heat spike in his gut. You whine around his thumb and he can’t breathe anymore. Needs you to cum on his cock more than he’s maybe needed anything in his life.

He breathes hot and heavy into your mouth. Whimpers for you as your walls start to tighten, pulling him deeper. His thumb rolls your clit one more time, cock stroking up against pure heat and you’re crashing. Clawing at his back, tearing at his jacket, at his hair. His mouth falling to yours, licking up the moans and whimpers.

You’re so silky and tight and molten and he’s losing control. Fucking into you harder as you pulse around him until he’s free falling. Cock pumping into you, filling you till he can barely stand, barely breath.

His face hides in your neck and you can feel the wetness dripping from you. He bites at your neck, light not like before, almost like he can’t help it. Needs to claim you even now. Even after he’s fucked you into next week, still needs to stamp his name on your forehead.

And you let him, because truly no one can fuck you like Billy Russo.

i know some people do like little taglists and things which is something i don't actually know how to do, BUT if anyone wants to be tagged you can let me know :) there's no pressure. also gonna maybe make a masterlist now since i've written a bit. ugh so many things to do ok love you have a good week <3333

[janeelyakiri]

S/O was going through an antique shop and scores this very cool (but obviously very cursed) music box. They buy it as a gift for Skele, but as soon as they get home poor S/O passes out.

When they wake, Skele is hovering over above them. But... that is odd. Skele is always big, but not this big. And... why this urge to eat nothing but candy, play on the monkey bars and watch cartoons? And why are they swimming in their clothes?

Oh. Cause they are now an 8-9 year old child.

Yup, that music box was completely cursed! But good news, the effects will wear off in a few days.

How do the boys react?

Bonus... what if Polly was turned as well?

The curse being what it was surprised me so much i didn't even notice POLLY there XD

Macaw- WELL, S/O is about to learn how badly Macaw is with kids. Huh, maybe this is why Smoothie (his frisk) barely hangs out with him? He's awkward and has no idea what to do, even though it's /just/ his S/O who's a kid now.

Lupo- OH!! Oh dear! Well, he's glad he kept some of his old babybones clothes! He helps get them dressed and does very nicely over the next few days caring for them!

Falcon- Oh shit. Well, he raised Jackal. This can't be much harder, right? He does take many a picture to tease S/O with later, heheheh.

Jackal- A perfect chance to prove how amazing a father he can be! Granted S/O now has a very strict schedule to adhere to. But he is a patient and just skele.

Jay- He's worse than Macaw. He's got not a clue what to do. He ends up buying *DIAPERS* at one point! For a 9 year old!!!

Fox- Having helped deal with Sass (his Chara) he's prepared. Though he's a pushover when it comes to sweets. Sure, he supposed ONE more slice of cake is okay...

Crow- Coos and fawns before easily finding some new clothes for them! He'll make them food and keep an eye one them! Buuut S/O might find themself being dressed up a lot.

Hound- Well... he's grabbing the camera. He'll take care of S/O but like the cool uncle babysitter and not.. a proper responsible adult.

Vulture- UUUUUHHHH??? CHILD??? IN HIS HOUSE??? Oh. It's S/O. He knew you were tiny compared to him but not THIS tiny. He gets his brother to help.

Hyena- Oh my STARS!! SO SMALL!!! He's carrying S/O everywhere and guarding them jealously.

Robin- No. He's leaving for as many days as it takes to get you back to normal. Dingo's in charge. Soemthing about human children makes his LV spike and boil. Even though his AU's human was a young adult... Oh right, Shattered has them go after Frisks and Charas in other aus.

Dingo - Not bothered one bit. Just means he gets to be a bit more silly with you. Acting like you're a pup he's caring for. Though if you go on a sugar rush, he will flop an arm on you like a big lazy dog stopping a kitten.

EDIT I FORGOT POLLY

Polly- you thought adult Polly was a handful? HAH... HahahahHAHA... Their boys are about to learn how much chaotic energy 9 year old Polly had...

[the-fiction-witch]

Yes My King

MOVIE: THE LAST LEGION COUPLE: ROMULUS X READER (AGE UP) RATING: SMUT

I hurried down the corridor of the palace to the door of the king. I went to open the door but the moment I pushed the door open I heard a loud yelp

"AHHHH!" I heard him yell and a sound of scuttering feet I looked up rather confused seeing the kings large royal bed chamber with the curtains all closed to the windows and balcony's of the room the bed was messy and I could see the little mop of blonde hair and brown eyes poking out from over the bed

"You're grace?" I asked knowing it was him hiding behind the bed "Is something the matter?"

"No"

"You're grace? What are you doing?" I asked

"NOTHING!"

"Please You're grace is something the matter?"

"No, Nothing, there uhhh there is nothing going on please uhh please return to whatever it was you were doing"

"My king, whatever it was you can tell me I'm your handmaiden"

"You... you won't tell anyone?" He asks poking his head out more

"Of course not, I will do whatever you command my king" I smiled

"I uhh I was umm... doing something," He says sitting back on his bed keeping his covers around his waist

"What were you doing my king?" I giggled

"I think you know y/n" He sighed keeping the covers close to him

"I do" I smiled coming in closer and moving towards the bed "It's alright your grace I understand" I smiled "Did you want some help?"

"Help!" He yelped

"Of course" I smiled stepping over to his bed "I am your handmaiden, I do whatever it is that will make you better" I smiled gently untieing the little bow on my dress letting it drop to the floor leaving me completely naked he seemed shocked his eyes wide staring at me

"Uhhhhhh you mean it?" He asks

"Of course your grace" I nodded

"Anything?"

"Anything you ask of me, your grace"

"Our little secret?" "Our Little Secret" I giggled

He blushed hard and pulled back the covers revealing he was only wearing that little grey shirt his hand on his hard erect shaft slightly moving as he looked at my naked body "Finish me.... Please" He gasped

"Of course My king" I smiled going over to his bed kneeling across from him "How would you like me?" I smiled fixing my hair

"Uhhhhh I don't know. what uhh what options do I have?" He blushed stuttering a little

"Well, I could put it in my mouth if you'd like that" I smiled holding my hair back as I moved to give his cock's desperate head a tiny kiss

"Umm" He groaned putting a hand over his mouth to prevent him from making any more noise

"Or I could lay on my back, with my legs open?" I asked opening my knees as wide as I could as I knelt on his bed letting him see me completely his eyes went even wider his face bright red "Or I could go on my knees and let you have your way with me" I giggled turning around to let him see my butt I giggled a little and moved back gently sitting on him letting his cock hard erection sit perfectly under me and I gently moved my hips grinding on him making him grab my waist in shock

"Ughhhh!" He groans already his hips bucking up trying to get inside me

"Or I could sit here on top of you and do this?" I smiled, "Or I could face you if you'd prefer?" I suggested moving to face him still moving my hips  "Or if not there, you could always put it in my..." I smirked gently moving myself and his cock to press against my butt "If you would like that better"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhh Mouth. for today... Please"

"Of course your grace" I smiled moving off him and tieing my hair up with a ribbon sitting perfectly on his bed as I licked my lips he watched my every move his hand moving faster and faster on himself "No, no my king," I said taking his hand away "That is a not a job for the hands of kings, tis a job for the lowly working girls" I giggled "It is not for the hands of kings to do such work" I smiled giving his hand kisses "It would be my honour to pleasure my king"

"It would?"

"Very much" I smiled "You can tug on my hair if you'd like me to go faster"

"Okay" He nods clearly nervous

"And you could play with my chest if it would help you my king?" I suggested moving his hand to my breasts he didn't respond he just started groping me playing with my breasts all the while he only got harder "You're grace?"

"Yes?" he asks barely tearing his eyes away from my breasts in his hands

"I wonder if you might permit me to... It's silly" I blushed

"what is it?"

"If perhaps while I pleased you, my king, I might please myself in your presence" "...... you wanna do what now?" he asked in shock

"Please my king,  I only ask to touch while I have you in my mouth" I plead

"Uhhhhh.... show me," He says glancing down ad then back up to my eyes

"Of course your grace" I blushed moving to have my head beside his shaft gently giving the hard shaft little kisses, slipping my hand under me to rub my clit and often slip two of my fingers inside as I kissed him often gasping and moaning half because it did feel good and half because it was winding up up

"Uuuuuughhh! of course, you can touch y/n but uhh... please" "Yes my king?" I asked before licking a line from his base to his tip

"UUUUUMMMMM!" He moans grabbing my hair "Please, moan louder" He groans

"Yes my king" I giggled intentionally moaning loudly between my kisses and licks

"Can I uhh still play with-" He began putting his hands close to my chest I didn't answer I just moved his hands to my breasts letting him fondle all he wanted "Uhhh y/n, Please..."

"Yes my king?"

"Moan my name.... Please" He gasped

"Uhh Romulus! Romulus!" I moaned

"Uuuuughhhhhhh! Fuck!" He moans a hand leaving my breasts to grab my hand tugging hard so I took his whole shaft in my mouth, sucking and licking, and he went crazy, screaming, fondling, slightly moving his hips to fuck my mouth, pulling on my hair, screaming my name at the top  of his lungs until rather suddenly I felt him explode into my mouth softening almost instantly I swallowed it all and licked him clean before sitting up and wiping my mouth

"Did I do well your grace?" I asked

"uuh.... uuuuuhh...... uuuuuhhhh" He groans gasping for breath lost in his own world "You are uhhh... you are fired"

"what?" I asked in shock

"You are fired from being my handmaiden... and I would uhh like to rehire you as my uhh whatever it is that does that every day"

"You're concubine my king?"

"Yes! that thing. you.... you are that now" He says "Can I have a cuddle?"

"Of course my king" I smiled going and giving him a cuddle nuzzling with his chest

"And as your my concubine, you can use my name y/n you don't have to use the words all the time"

"Yes Romulus" I giggled giving his lips a little kiss.

[bluehairedboyhcs]

It’s you.

SallyxReader

Pt 1/2

Smut (in next chapter 👀)

Slight angst

AFAB/cis girl reader. I’m sorry I shamelessly wrote this as a self insert at 5 am half asleep because of a dream I had so... yeah. Don’t worry I got you guys and non-binary friends covered in the future I promise 💙

Sally gets a little angsty but it comes back around I promise.

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You, Sally, and Larry were chilling in the basement playing video games and smoking a bowl. Your night had gone as usual. Friendly teasing and poking fun at eachother. However things quickly escalate when Larry decides to poke Sals buttons in the way he knows will get him REALLY pissed

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“Laaaarrryyyy!”

You let out a whine of protest. Larry just killed you for the third time in a row after countless efforts to steal his flag. He was camping, and it was pissing you off.

He leaned back in his beanbag and set his controller down with a sigh.

“That’s just the way of the game babygirl”

You rolled your eyes and followed suit. Leaning back, you crossed your arms and let out a defeated huff.

“You know I don’t like it when you call me that...”

Larry chuckled.

“That’s why I do it. To get on your nerves!”

Before he could finish his statement he had already lunged at you to give you a Noogie.

“Pfft.”

The both of you look towards an aggravated Sally. He was sitting on Larry’s bed flipping through a guitar catalog. Even though you couldn’t see his facial expression, you could always tell when he was feeling a certain way.

“So are you guys gonna kiss or something or can we wrap this up”

“SALLY!”

“What? You act like there isn’t a thick, suffocating smog of sexual tension in this room right n- HEY! What the fuck!?”

You threw your shoe at him.

Larry grabbed the bowl from his pocket and began to pack it.

“Is it that time of month again Mrs. Fisher?”

Sally grumbled under his breath and slammed the catalog shut

“Fuck you guys.”

He stomped over to where you and Larry were sitting. Larry lit the bowl and took a few tokes as Sally plopped on the ground and sat criss cross.

Larry laughed and coughed at the same time.

“Oh so your just gonna swear me out then smoke up all my pot?!”

Sal rolled his eyes.

“You owe me for last week anyway.”

Laughing one more time, Larry nodded and passed the pipe to you.

“You know I’m just messing with you right? I’m not actually into Y/N.”

“As if I’d give a shit.”

That one stung a little bit. You and Sally had known eachother for about four years now. At the beginning of Sophomore year you were the new kid at nockfell and Sally immediately was looking out for you. He was so kind to you all the time and he made sure you were always comfortable and safe. Of course you had formed a crush on him. How could you not? He was perfect, from his cute mannerisms, to his kind soul, and let’s not forget that adorable hair style. Nowadays things were different though. Anytime you wanted to get close to him he’d end up getting annoyed and push away. You had suspicions that Sally could have a crush on you since he got EXTRA annoyed when Larry flirted with you, but just incase that wasn’t true, you decidied you would never bring it up. You still valued Sally’s friendship and you weren’t willing to mess that up just because of some mixed signals.

“Ouch.”

You passed the pipe to Sally.

Things got awkwardly quiet for a while as the pipe mad a few rotations.

“Well... I’ve the munchies and I could go for a 7/11 slurpee right about now. Want anything while I’m out?”

Larry stood up and grabbed his keys.

“Cherry.”

“I’m good, but thank you”

Larry sighed and eyed the both of you before opening the door.

“Hahhhh... suit yourselves.”

The door closed with a click and suddenly you and Sally were left alone in silence.

The two of you sat quietly passing the pipe to eachother until Sal broke the silence.

“Damn, the bowls done. Larry has the pot on him so we’re out of luck.”

He got up and walked to the bed, throwing his body on it upon arrival causing the bed to bounce a few times.

The awkward silence continued for a while longer. You looked at Sal. He was staring up at the ceiling with his arm tucked behind his head. You thought to yourself “Wow he looks comfy.” Looking back on your highschool days, you and Sal used to be very close. Both of you were so touched starved that whenever either of you were sad about something, you would cuddle and talk it out. All of it was strictly plutonic, but nevertheless, you missed those days dearly.

This time it was your turn to break the silence.

“Hey Sal.”

“Yeah?”

His voice was so low and raspy. It was one of your favorite parts about him. It always sounded like he was sleep deprived and groggy, which he was.

“I’m a little sad. Can we talk?”

“... Sure”

You walk over to the bed and sit on the edge. Extending your arms bashfully. You hadn’t asked him to cuddle in a long time. Waaaay before he started acting all angsty so you weren’t sure how this was going to end. Hopefully with your head on his chest.”

Sally looked confused for a second. He huffed, contemplating whether he should accept or decline. Thankfully he opened his arms back to you. You smiles and cuddled up to him. You laid your head on his chest and wrapped your arms around his waist. You listened to his breathing. How you missed listening to the slow in and out of his breath and his thumping heart beat in the background. He placed his hand on your head and raked his fingers through your hair.

“So, what’s up.”

“Well I was going to ask you if you didn’t like me anymore but I think it’s safe to say you don’t hate me since we’re cuddling again.”

Sal let out a soft chuckle.

“No this is a pity cuddle... What did you think this is was?”

You both laughed. Burying your head into his neck you rephrased your question.

“No, but really. Why are you being so mean nowadays? Did I do something wrong?”

Sally sighed and took of his prosthetic. You had already seen his face plenty of times. Sadly it was another thing that had become a rarity nowadays. You could now comfortably bury your face in his neck without a big hunk of plastic in your way.

“I don’t know if I’m being honest... Well I can guess... I’ve been on new meds, nightmares have gotten worse recently. I don’t know, Larry has been pissing me off too lately.”

“Oh.”

Sal took a deep breath and let it back out.

“And... there’s this girl.”

“G-girl?”

“Yeah...”

“Oh...”

“She’s really funny and cute and I like her a lot and she makes my heart melt and my heart beat gets faster when i’m around her and I just don’t know what to do because I’m no where near ready for a relationship right now.”

“Wow... that’s a lot to take in.”

“Sorry...”

“It’s okay.”

Sally rolled onto his side and pulled you closer to him, cradling your head close to his chest.

“What do I do?”

You stayed silent, processing all of the information the he just spewed at you. After thinking about it for a while you knew what you had to tell him. You wanted him to be happy, and if his happiness was with some other girl, you were okay with that.

“Do you think she’s willing to wait?”

“Mayb-”

“Tell her. Tell her to wait for you. If she really cares enough she’ll wait till your ready.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“Alright...”

At some point during that exchange a tear had fallen down your cheek. It really hurt to let go of him. The boy you’ve been crushing on since Sophomore year, but you needed to let him go.

You sat up.

“Well if that’s the case we should probably get farther away from eachother, huh?”

You force a laugh and begin to scoot away but Sal grabs your arm.

“Yes, Sally?”

Sally’s face was red and his palm that was placed on your arm was sweaty.

“Well... why would I need to do that when she’s... sitting right here?”

“Wha-”

“It’s you, Y/N. Your the girl...”

Your mind went blank. Malfunction. Now way he just said that.

“Well, I already told you that I’m not ready for a relationship but if your willing to wait...”

“Can I kiss you.”

Sal sat there quietly, surprised that you had the balls to just say that. He made a noise in the back of his throat before laughing.

“Yes, please do.”

He cups your cheeks, pulled you close and gently kissed you. You hadn’t ever kissed anyone so gentle before. It was nice. Gentle, like him, the old Sally.

He pulled away and looked at you with a wide grin.

“How was that?”

“Better then I ever imagined”

“Uuuuuhhhh...”

Larry stood at the doorway holding two slurpees, his mouth hanging wide open.

“Larry!!”

“What the FUCK did I miss?”

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End: pt 1/2

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🎃 Ikemen Sengoku, Halloween Imagines || “I thought you were taking the kids trick or treating!”

set in modern au, please enjoy these mini imagines for the ten main warlords of Ikemen Sengoku this halloween!

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“I thought you were taking the kids trick or treating!”

Nobunaga Oda

In no way could Nobunaga be in charge of handing out the candy this Halloween— it would all be eaten by the time the first trick or treaters came! And he knew, if he was in charge of handing out the candy, he’d be able to sneak some in for himself. Nobunaga would be damned if he didn’t get to have some chocolate. But the earnest look on your face, and his two children in their little vampire costumes gazing up at him with such doe eyes convinced him to give in and take them out trick or treating himself. Besides, the more he thought about it, he didn’t want to miss this opportunity.

He takes his little konpeitos hands in his, and the two children start squealing with excitement. You give him a gentle smile, standing up on your tippy toes so only he could hear; “I promise I’ll give you an extra treat when you get home.” Oh, he’s never loved Halloween as much as he does now.

Bonus: %100 percent would pull the prank, and %100 would have actually eaten the candy. 

Ieyasu Tokugawa

The idea of going out trick or treating makes him incredibly uncomfortable. Not because he is out alone with his children, but because the younglings have plopped a big pumpkin hat on his head, and in no way could he say no to them — and in no way could he bare to be seen in public wearing this damn hat! But alas, he did promise you he would take them trick or treating this year. And his little girl looked as if she was going to cry if he didn’t.

Huffing, he bent down to pick up his daughter and rested her on his hip; “Don’t cry, you’ll ruin your makeup and that took your mother and I ages,” he sighs. You laugh, ruffling your husbands hair, knowing in the end he would give in.

Bonus: No. He’s not that cruel and it probably wouldn’t be believable.

Hideyoshi Toyotomi

To be honest, he was always planning to take them trick or treating; he’s got bug spray, extra coats to keep the kids warm, his ‘tough dad’ face to scare anyone off he deems dangerous. Chances are he will probably put limits on how much candy they can have. “No more than two pieces!” is his motto. There was no debating that he would take the kids out, however— “Hideyoshi, you can’t see their cute costumes with all those coats wrapped around them,” you say, helping your little boy out of the many layers of coats.

“y/n!? What if they get frostbite?” You just shake your head, assuring him it is not that cold out and their costumes are warmer than he thinks. “Now take your children to get some candy, and have some fun,” you chuckle, hurrying them out the door, and without Hideyoshi noticing, sneaking your children some extra candy.

Bonus: No, but he will probably hide the candy somewhere for “the sake of their health.” 

Masamune Date

“Masamune, that is not an appropriate Halloween outfit for taking your children out,” you snap. He indeed, wore a very sexy cop outfit, a smug look on his face to accompany it. Truth be told, it was appropriate enough, however, you did not want other mothers with their children looking at your man who’s slender legs and crotch are clearly defined by his tight pants.

You huff as he wraps his arm around you to tug you close and press a kiss to the crown of your hair. “Alright, alright, I’ll take it off,” he laughs. The sound of your children’s laughter as they play upstairs rings throughout the house; you try to pull away so you can go and help them finish putting on their costumes, but Masamune tightens his grip, bending down to whisper in your ear, hot breath against your skin, “But tonight, let me put it back on. I think my Kitten deserves a treat.”

Bonus: Certainly! Everyone loves a little prank here and there. Even his children, right?

Mitsuhide Akechi

Mitsuhide has no qualms with taking his children out trick or treating, and indeed, plans too— he is surprisingly desperate to enjoy this tradition with his children and make their Halloween fun, however, the trickster he is, he’s going to tease you and make you believe he had no plans to. “Ah, I’m sorry my little mouse, but I’m afraid I already have plans this evening. Maybe you misunderstood.” It’s hard not to laugh as you puff your cheeks and try to figure out what to do. “I guess… I guess I could call Hideyoshi to take them out.”

That breaks his facade, and he jokes no more. He’s quickly grabbing his Michael Myers mask damn straight, and calling his daughter down. “You’ll scare her with that. You’re all tricks but no treats!” you laugh, though your daughter jumps right into his arms anyway. “Have fun, you guys!” you laugh. Before Mitsuhide leaves, his daughter clutching her little pumpkin bag to her chest, he covers her ears to whisper seductively to you, “No treats, you say? My dear, I think tonight you’ll be pleasantly surprised to know I have quite a treat for you. Be a good girl, and try not to get too distracted at the door.” Happy Halloween to you, indeed.

Bonus: This is Mitsuhide we are talking about. He pulls this type of shit daily. And he’ll perfect this prank, those poor children. 

Mitsunari Ishida

“…oh no! I forgot.” You thought Mitsunari and your son left hours ago, but you found them in the living room, Mitsunari’s nose buried in a book and the little boy in his ghost costume asleep on his lap. You sigh, but can’t help but laugh at the sight. Your son shifts a little in his sleep, before waking up and peering up at Mitsunari; “Daddy, can we go trick or treating now?”

With that angelic smile, he tells his son, “Of course!” Sweeping him up and heading towards the door to finally take him out trick or treating. However, before the duo makes it out the door, Mitsunari feels something light placed on his head. His son laughs, pointing towards his father's head exclaiming, “You’ve got cat ears!” At that, you give the two a grin and push them out the door for their Halloween fun.

Bonus: No :( in no way shape or form could Mitsunari be convinced to do such a thing. 

Kenshin Uesugi

Genuinely thought you were taking them out. Kenshin wanted to be the one to hand out candy so he could scold any kids from the neighboring oda forces town for trying to get their candy. But then he recalled the conversation the two of you had two nights ago, where he did indeed, over sake, agree to take the young ones out trick or treating.

He sighs and gives you the game plan for handing out candy; “I will of course take my children out trick or treating, but you mustn’t give any candy to those kids from the town over. They’re corrupted by the Oda!” You just roll your eyes, patting your husbands back and ushering him out the door with his three excited children who are dressed as bunnies this halloween.

Bonus: May try to pull it off but the second he see’s his kids begin to cry, he breaks. 

Yukimura Sanada

He knew he was supposed to be taking the kids out trick or treating, he was just trying to get out of it. He and Sasuke had a horror movie night planned for this Halloween, and though he knew he was a father adult who has responsibilities, he didn’t want to miss this! So alas, he tried really, really hard to get out of taking the kids out trick or treating.

But like any doting father, he falls prey to his daughters puppy dog eyes, and little pout, and sad little voice asking, “You’re really not taking us trick or treating, daddy?” He’s cursing himself and quickly texting Sasuke they will have to postpone the horror movie night. He lets his daughter sit on his shoulders and he takes his son’s hand, and takes them out trick or treating. And he must admit, he has quite a lot of fun.

Bonus: Yes, but he won’t last long either. He’ll be all into it until his little girl begins to cry and then he’s all uuuuuhhhh.

Shingen Takeda

Obviously, of course, wants to take his kids trick or treating. He didn’t forget at all, he just hoped he could have had a little more fun with his treat before hand. You were in a very gorgeous costumes, and he was enjoying it to the fullest. As you were enjoying his to the fullest. However, the sound of the children downstairs growing impatient was cumulatively growing louder and louder. Reluctantly, he pulls away from you.

But he loved taking his kids out trick or treating. He loved to see their happy smiles when their costumes were praised and candy was plopped into their bags. He’d every so often sneak a piece for himself, and when his daughter would catch him in the act, he’d get quite the scolding from her. “You get that from your mother.” 

Bonus: Most likely not. He wants his kids to have a stress free Halloween.

Sasuke Sarutobi

Deadass, has been waiting for this opportunity his whole life, so in no way is he going to forget taking his children out trick or treating. Prepare for Sasuke to flop down from the ceiling in a full on spiderman costume. His children fall into hysterics, and you can’t help but shake your head, smiling at your silly husband. 

“Your friendly neighborhood spiderman is here to take the kids trick or treating.” He says it with the straightest face too. Like little spiders, the children climb all over him as he casually walks outside holding their little pumpkin baskets. “Be home before it’s too dark!” you call out to your silly family. 

Bonus: Due. But because this is Sasuke, and his children know just how goofy he is, they won’t fall for it.

Happly Halloween!! 🎃

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Legacy Epilogue, part 2: Recovery

*It had been three days since Blossom’s incident with her Silver Eyes. Ruby and Jaune, with the rest of their kids, Garnet and Citrus, took her to the nearest hospital in hopes of helping get rid of the after-affects of using them for the first time. It didn’t particularly surprise Ruby that her daughter would suffer some repercussions of using her Grimm slaying power, but something was...different this time around. Their wait didn’t have to be prolonged further when the nurse came into the lobby.*

Nurse: Ummm, Mr. and Mrs. Rose-Arc?

Jaune: That’s us.

Nurse: Good! Right this way please.

*The family stood up and followed her down the hall to Blossom’s room, the nurse detailing on her condition*

Nurse: She-

Garnet: Give it to us straight doc, is our sister gonna live?

Citrus: Is she dying?!

Nurse: What!? Oh heavens no, dears! Blossom’s fine, she’s just temporarily blind is all.

Garnet/Citrus: Whew...

Ruby: Blind...?

Nurse: Unfortunately, we’ve tried everything that would’ve normally worked. We did take note that eye-drops helped clear up some dried blood behind her eyes. Other than that, they are still bloodshot and her pupils are still constricted.

Jaune: Is surgery going to be an option?

Nurse: It’s a low possibility, but given that Blossom is a Silver Eyed Warrior like you Mrs. Rose, I don’t assume you have a, how you say, solution of a “magical persuasion?

*The couple shared a nervous laugh.*

Jaune: Uuuhhh, heh, we do know one, in the form of a...wizard professor.

Nurse: OH! You mean Ozpin?

Ruby: He may be our only solution right now.

Nurse: Right...*writes on her clipboard*...give us a minute, we’ll get a wheelchair for your daughter on her way out! I’ll give you some time to talk with her until then. *turns to leave, but stops and turns after a few steps* By the way Garnet, do you mind if I ask why you’re only wearing one glove?

*Garnet instinctively grabbed his right arm. Underneath the baggy sweater he wore was an intricate assortment of a glove, straps, and bindings over the charred surface of his arm, keeping an other-worldly being at bay*

Garnet: I-it’s...a long story, ma’am...

Nurse: Ah, my mistake, sweetie. Well, I best go get that wheelchair, goodbye!

Rose-Arcs: Bye!

-Inside Blossom’s room-

*Being blind wasn’t so bad, even if it was only temporary...maybe. Okay, it was honestly scary, and while her other senses were enhanced, Blossom hated not seeing her surroundings. She knew she was in a bed, she knew the T.V. was on playing cartoons, she knew as alone in her room with gauze over her eyes waiting for her family or the nurse. But, this did give her time to be with her thoughts, “Welp, first time using my powers and look where I end up. Bet you’re pretty proud of me, o’ God of Light, eh? Did...mom ever have to go through this, did she get knocked out after her eyes activated, and what caused them to activate? Was Aunt Maria as inexperienced as me, or another prodigy? What about grandma Summer, did she struggle as much as I am right now? Heh, I should know the answer by now.....I’m just a weak link in a line of strong warriors. I’m a failu-”*

*A click is heard as her door opens*

Jaune/Ruby: Heeeeeyyy!

Blossom, snapping out of her trance: Ah! Hi mom, hi dad!

Garnet: You feeling okay?

Blossom: Aside from not being able to see and my self-esteem being at a pretty big low, I’d say I’m pretty okay.

Citrus: So is that a no...?

Blossom: *sigh* I don’t even know anymore.....

Jaune: Listen, the doctor said you’re going to be fine, and you’re not in pain right?

Blossom: I guess, but what about surgery?

Ruby: We won’t have to, we’re taking you to Ozpin.

The kids: Uncle Oz?!

Blossom: What’s he gonna do to help me?

Ruby: If I’m playing my cards right, most likely heal your eyes with whatever magic he has left.

Garnet: Which is basically limitless???

Ruby: Yup!

Everyone: Awesome.

Garnet: BUT, before the nurse gets back...I wanna try something.

Blossom: Garnet, I swear to the gods, I will shove my boot up your ass when I see again...

Jaune: Language!

Blossom: But dad!?

Citrus: Do it!

Blossom: Ughhh, fine..... *lifts the gauze off one eye, cracked lines of red on the silver surface of her pupil, still constricted*

Garnet: How many fingers am I holding up?

Blossom: Uuuuuhhhh...ssssssssix?????

Citrus: Nope! Three!

Blossom, red: You both suck...

Garnet/Citrus: *snickering*

-Beacon Courtyard-

Jaune: Ahhh, good to be back.

Ruby: It feels so surreal coming back here. To think we met here for the first time...

Jaune: But hey, look where we are right now. *takes her hand in his*

Ruby, leaning her head on his shoulder: Would we want it for anything else?

Jaune: No way, Crater Face. *kisses her forehead*

Garnet: *fake wretches* There is a time and place and this is not one of them!

Citrus: *hiding behind her hands but peeking through one*

Blossom: Y’know, this is the one perk of being blind, but hearing it is so much worse somehow.

Jaune: Oh hush, we’re just loving each other.

Blossom: Can we go see Uncle Oz now?

Ruby: Hahaha, yes.

---

Front Desk: Sir, the Rose-Arcs are on their way to see you.

Ozpin: Thank you.

*The now mortal Wizard of Remnant took a sip from his trusted and beloved mug, filled with his favorite brew of coffee. Letting out a content sigh, he adjusted the picture on his table of him, his wife Glynda Goodwitch, and his daughter Olivia. His gaze returned to the opening doors of his office, his two former students walking in*

Oz: Ah, Ruby and Jaune! Pleasure to see you two agai-...oh dear. *he exclaimed when he saw Blossom*

Blossom: Eheh, hey, Uncle Oz...

Oz: Ummm, may I ask what happened to you dear?

Ruby: Guess who used her Silver Eyes for the first time.

Oz: Oh! Pardon me...er, how did this happen?

Jaune: Training, but from the looks of it, she blinded herself.

Oz: ... *stands from his chair, concern on his face*

Ruby: Professor...?

Oz: First, tell me how this all happened.

*And so Ruby did; the test dummy Beowolf, the tip she gave to Blossom to properly use her eyes, the six wings of light that appeared from her daughter’s eyes, Blossom getting knocked unconscious because of her own eyes. Throughout it all, Ozpin’s concern seemed to dampen, and more to understanding*

Oz: Forgive me, but...this is quite unheard off, even to me.

Blossom: ...

Jaune: So what you’re saying is...?

Oz: We could be looking at the most powerful Silver Eyed Warrior in the history of Remnant.

Ruby/Jaune: !!!

Blossom: Pffffft hahaha! Alright, good joke Uncle Oz, but I seriously couldn’t be “the strongest S.E.W. in all of Remnant!” Right, haha?

Ruby/Jaune/Oz: ............

Blossom: Why is no one else laughing?

Oz, walking from his desk: Allow to me elaborate, dear. *he began as green electricity surrounded his index finger, to which he then poked Blossom on her forehead with it*

Blossom: OW! What the heck?!

*Just as she said that, her eyes felt an odd buzz as the magic took effect. The strain on her pupils lessened, the stinging of the veins around her eyes dissipated, and the stuck feeling of the dried blood behind them went away completely*

Oz, smiling: Now take off your bandages.

Blossom: *hands slightly shaking, she undoes the gauze around her head* I...*as she opens her eyes, Blossom is greeted by the sight of her uncle’s office, looking to her sides she saw her mother and father, tears of joy welling in her silver orbs* ...I can see!

Oz: Such as my magic, consider your power a miracle, something amazingly so one of a kind. But what you’re doing right now, is trying to be someone you are not, fearing that you won’t be a great Silver Eyed Warrior. You may not think it now, but trust me, your ability to slay Grimm is going to become something wonderfu-

Blossom: But what if it doesn’t, what if I don’t live up to this greatness of the people that came before me? What if I can’t become like my mom and grandma Summer!?

Ruby: ...

Jaune: Blossom...

*Everything made sense now. Blossom’s training, her pushing herself and forcing her Silver Eyes to work, why she didn’t tell Ruby or Jaune sooner. Ozpin chuckled and walked back to his desk chair*

Oz: That is because you won’t, you can’t, you can only be yourself. You can’t push yourself to master your abilities at the same pace as your mother or grandmother. You have to let your power come at its own time, for not only will it lead to less harm, no one will fault you for it.

Blossom, tears falling down her cheeks: I...*sniff*...I...

Jaune: No one’s perfect, sweetie, how did you think we fared when we became Huntsmen?

Blossom: *sniff* Probably poorly?

Ruby: Huge understatement, why do you think we call each other “Crater Face” and “Vomit Boy?” *she laughed, hugging her then kissing Blossom on the head* Thank you so much, Ozpin.

Oz: You are very welcome, Mrs. Rose. *as they got up to leave, Oz took on more swig of his coffee, but not before one last thing he had to say to the young reaper* And Blossom?

Blossom: Huh?

Oz: I hope no more stunts like this will occur in the future? Glynda and I already had to deal with that when your parents enrolled here.

Blossom, nervous: W-welll...! I’ll try not to? Haha.

Jaune: We’ll keep eye on her, sir!

Blossom: Was that intentional?

Jaune: Oh...my bad.

*The family laughed their way to the elevator, meanwhile Oz adjusted his glasses, having a laugh himself*

Oz: Hm, the youth is like a bonfire, bright and full of potential, but in need of a little guidance.

---

Ruby: Do you promise to come to me when you have trouble using your eyes?

Blossom: Pinky promise.

Jaune: And next time use a test weapon on the dummy, can’t have you dull Aureum Mortem’s edge, now can we?

Blossom: I can sharpen it again! *she said defensively but cracking a smile*

Jaune: I’m sure you can. *smiles, pats her on the head*

Ruby: Now where are your brother and sister?

“Wooooooohoooooo!!!”

*As if on cue the duo of reaper siblings peeled around the hall, Garnet utilizing his Spring Maiden magic to propel himself forward, Citrus riding piggyback on her older brother. As they reached the lobby Garnet’s flight came to a halt*

Garnet: Found your team’s old rooms!

Ruby: How did you know which was which?

Garnet: *pulls out his scroll to show a room with four holes in its ceiling* Aunt Weiss told us about your “bunk beds.”

Citrus: And I think I found one of Aunt Nora’s old shirts in the opposite room. *pulls out a wrinkly black shirt with the word “boop” on its front* Found it in the closet.

Jaune: So that’s where that went! Tell you what, you can keep, just your size too.

Citrus: *smiles, then puts the shirt on over her current one* Thank you!!!

Ruby: Be prepared if she wants it back though. *exhales* Right, been a long day for us, who’s ready to go take nap back home?

Everyone: Me!

Ruby: Roger that. Rose-Arcs, move out!

*Trekking to the car, Blossom once again had time to collect her thoughts. “I had hurt myself from thinking I could recreate what my mom could do, try to be like her...be the perfect warrior, exactly like the S.E.W’s that lived before me. But I’m not, I’m not perfect, but my power is mine, and I WILL make it so that power will be able to help others and rid Remnant of the Grimm once and for all. Yeah, I can do this!”*

Legacy -fin-

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A Huggable, Kissable Bear

Fandom: Marvel (Cop AU - Sweet as Cinnamon Sugar Universe)

Pairing: Chubby!Bucky Barnes x Reader

As requested by anonymous: Sweet as Cinnamon Sugar date ideas. It’s a small town, so there’s always some kind of festival or fair. Bucky does like to win stuffed animals for the ladies! We used to have outdoor concerts with Motown singers. Mom would pack a picnic and there was a car show. Just some thoughts! 

A/N: i swear this is so fucking sweet. yall will need to go to the dentist after this!

warning: implication of fear of heights and a panic attack due to said fear.

Bucky picked you up at your apartment at 6pm. The sun was starting to set and it was a fairly cool night. So you decided to wear jeans, a white tshirt, and a cardigan. Although the outfit was simple, Bucky still found you just as beautiful as when you’re in your diner uniform hair in disarray and there are coffee stains all over your apron. 

“So, Sarge, what’s the plan tonight?” you asked as he helped you into his car and hopped into the driver’s seat.

“Well, today’s the Spring Festival. Figured I’d take you there?”

You nodded in agreement, “Great! I haven’t gone in years! I’d love to see if things have changed since then.”

“Great,” Bucky said with a sigh of relief. He didn’t know if taking you to the festival was a good idea. Steve recommended it, but Bucky didn’t know if you were a festival person.

“Great,” you said smiling back at him. As Bucky continued to stare at you, you giggled, “So...we goin’, Sarge, or are ya gonna just stare at me in your car all day?”

Bucky chuckled, “Well, the festival doesn’t have anythin’ on this view right now.”

You giggled again and gave him a playful nudge, “You smooth talker. But seriously, let’s go! You got me all excited now!”

“Alright, sugar, we’re goin’. Hold onto ya panties.” Bucky started the car and switched the gear into drive. 

He was driving out of the apartment parking lot when you smirked and said, “You think about my panties often, Sarge?”

Bucky choked on his own spit. He could feel his face heating up instantly as he began to stumble on excuses, “Well, no, I just-you see it’s just-it’s an expression and-”

He stopped when you burst into laughter, “Oh God! Take a breather, Bucky! I’m just kidding with ya!”

His shoulders visibly deflated in relief, “Dear God, sugar, you just about put me into a heart attack.”

“I’m sorry, Sarge,” you leaned over and pecked his cheek, “It won’t happen again,” and you settled into your seat again. Bucky could feel his cheeks heating up again.

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You and Bucky walked hand in hand along the fairgrounds of the festival. The entire area was decorated with flowers and pastel colors. Very spring-like indeed. 

Although very cool on the outside, Bucky was freaking out on the inside. He hasn’t been on a date since he was with Dot. He doesn’t remember how to be this cool, suave guy he used to be. You made him nervous in the best of ways. Your smile, your laugh, hell, your entire presence caused butterflies in his stomach. 

“Hey,” you poked Bucky in the side pulling him away from his thoughts.

“Hm? Sorry, sugar. Got lost in my thoughts.”

You tilted your head to the side and gave him a small smile, “Care to share with the class?”

“Well, uh,” Bucky used his free hand to nervously rub the back of his neck, “I’m just..” he looked down and mumbled something incoherently.

You leaned in closer, “Huh?” you couldn’t quite hear due to the volume of the festival activities.

Bucky cleared his throat, “I’m...nervous.”

Your heart swelled, “Buck, it’s okay. I get it, but there’s nothin’ to be nervous about. It’s just me.”

He shook his head with an empty chuckle, “That’s exactly why I’m nervous. You’re-God, sugar, you’re perfect. You’re the sweetest girl I know and not to mention you’re so damn beautiful. I’m this older, divorced single father. I barely get to spend time with my daughter. I’ve gained a lot of weight so I’m not necessarily attracting positive atten-”

“Hey,” you cupped Bucky’s face, causing him to stop mid-sentence, “I told you, Bucky, it’s what’s on the inside that counts. And for the record, I think you’re an amazing man and father. Life dealt you a bunch of bad cards, but you’re making the best out of it. From what I’ve seen, Becca still adores you and holds no malice towards you. And you think you don’t grab any positive attention ‘cause of how you look? You clearly don’t hear Gladys or Irene talk about wanting to jump your bones.” the mention of the older women’s names made Bucky chuckle, which made you smile, “And your smile is so beautiful, Buck.

Bucky’s head hung low, “Geez. What a way to start our first date, huh, sugar? i told you, I’m a mess.”

You shook your head, “I don’t mind it, Sarge. Not one bit.” you slipped your hand into his again and tugged at, “So, you mentioned you’re a pretty sharp shooter. How ‘bout we test that? Think you can win me one of those giant bears?” you nod towards the game booth where you shoot moving targets. The ultimate prize being a giant bear.

Bucky’s shoulders lifted into a confident stance, “Oh, sugar, I’ll win you ten giant bears!” he then dragged you over to the booth, an excited and determined look on his face, making you giggle. 

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Bucky didn’t win you ten bears. But he definitely won you two. They were both a lot bigger than the both of you combined. You decided to keep one and let Bucky take the other home for Becca. You were sure she’d appreciate it. 

“I’m gonna be real honest, sugar, the more time I spend with you, the more I wanna kiss ya and hold ya and never let go.”

“Be careful, Sarge. Do that and I’m never leaving your side.”

Bucky squeezed your hand, “Oh I bet on it.”

You both then moved towards the food area. You were completely overwhelmed over the different options of fried foods. Fried oreos, fried hamburgers, fried ice cream. There was even a vendor selling fried alligator!

Bucky nodded towards said booth, “Hey, wanna try alligator?”

You hesitated. The thought was a bit disgusting to you, but you were also curious, “I will if you do.”

“Deal.” he brought you over to an empty table. You both set the big bears on one side of the table and he spoke to the bears, “Alright, fellas, I’m leaving you in charge of this precious cargo here, got it? Nothin’ happens to her.” he looks at you and gives you a wink before he waltz over to the line to get some fried alligator. 

You propped your arm on the table, cheek resting on your hand, dreamingly staring at Bucky. You couldn’t believe how lucky you felt to be on a date with not only a great guy, but the guy you’ve been crushing for the past two years since you’ve been working at the diner. 

Bucky glanced your way and when he caught you staring at him, a big grin appeared on his face. There was that fluttering feeling in his stomach again. 

“Y/N!” your dream-like state was interrupted when you heard your name called. You looked around until you saw Jamie running toward you. 

You caught the six year old and pulled her onto your lap, “Well hey there, Miss Jamie!” 

Peggy came rushing over to you, looking a bit frazzled, “Jamie Ann Rogers! What did I say about running off like that?”

Jamie shrunk into your arms as she mumbled out, “Sorry, mommy.”

Peggy sighed and bent down to kiss her daughter’s head, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just don’t do it again, alright?” she then turned towards you and smiled, “Hello, Y/N, enjoying your date with James?”

You waved and nodded, “Hey, Peggy, and yes. He won me these two guys,” you gestured to the bears, “and now he’s getting me some fried alligator.”

“Alligator?! Eeeeww!” Jamie exclaimed making you and Peggy laugh.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try is, darling,” Peggy said. 

“Where’s Steve?” you asked.

“Oh, he’ll be here in a bit. He’s coming off a shift.”

“Oh hey, Peg. Hey, Jamie.”

The six year old waved, “Hi Uncle Bucky! You got Y/N alligator?”

Bucky nodded as he sat on the bench beside you, sliding over three different small paper trays, “I got alligator, kangaroo, and snake.”

You laughed in disbelief, “Excuse me?”

He shrugged, “I got curious!” Bucky held up a skewer to you, “Here. This is the alligator.”

You apprehensively lean forward, taking a reasonable bite of the fried meat, chewing it into your mouth. Bucky did the same, keeping eye contact with you as he chewed.

You slowly nodded, “Alright. It’s not bad.,” you said swallowing.

Bucky chuckled, “It literally tastes just like chicken.” He offered it to Jamie, who pulled away in disgust, “Ew! No, Uncle Bucky!” The three of you laughed at her disgust.

You then bit into the kangaroo and that didn’t taste bad either. You couldn’t really explain the taste. You wanted to say it reminded you of a combination of chicken and pork. Snake was the weirdest one out of the three. 

“I don’t even know how to describe it! It’s so weird but so good!” Bucky continued you feed you as you continued to hold onto Jamie, who was now snacking on a hot dog, thanks to her mother. 

When you and Bucky finished, Peggy grabbed her daughter, “Alright, sweetheart, we’re gonna let Y/N and Uncle Bucky continue their date. Say your good-byes.” 

Jamie proceeded to lean forward kissing Bucky’s cheek and then yours, “Bye Uncle Bucky! Bye Y/N! Have fun on your date!” 

You and Bucky grabbed the giant teddy bears and waved good-bye to little Jamie. Bucky then wrapped his arm around your shoulders and nodded towards the ferris wheel, “Wanna go on it?”

You looked at the caged compartments going around in what you thought was a big circular death trap, “Uuuuuhhhh-”

He chuckled, “C’mon. It’ll be fine. I’m a police officer. I’m supposed to make sure you’re safe. So you’ll definitely be okay with me in there.”

You sighed, “Fine, but if we die, I’ll make sure to make your afterlife a not-so living Hell!” 

“Alright. Fair enough.” he practically pushed you towards the line to get into the ferris wheel. As you approached the front, little by little, Bucky felt yourself shaking, “Hey,” you looked at him with frightened eyes and his heart dropped, “Sugar, if you really don’t wanna go on this, we don’t have to. I didn’t mean to force ya-”

You shook your head, “No, Buck. I-I gotta do this. Face my fear, ya know?”

There were about five people ahead of you, “You sure?”

You took deep breath, “Yeah. Just keep holding onto me?”

“I promise I won’t let go.” Once you got into the compartment, you and Bucky set the two bears on the bench across from you. Then you and Bucky settled into the other one. His arm went protectively around you and his other hand held your hand. Bucky whispered reassuring words into your ear, “Sssshhh. It’s okay, sugar. Nothin’s gonna happen to ya. I got you, Y/N. You’re safe.”

You cuddled up into his chest, eyes tightly shut as the ride began to move, “Let me know when we’re at the top.”

“You sure?” you nodded and Bucky said, “Alright.”

Minutes go by and you feel the ride come to a halt. Bucky’s whisper startles you for a second, before you calm down at the sound of his voice, “We’re at the top, sweetheart.” 

You took a deep breath and slowly and you leaned over the grate, peering down at the world below you, “Oooooh no.” you could feel your heart racing, hands becoming clammy, body begin to shake. 

“Hey, hey, sugar, focus on me, okay?” Bucky cupped your face, getting you to look at him, “Look at me, okay? Can you tell me a story?”

You looked at him confused, “What?”

“Just trust me. Tell me a story. Can be about anything you want.”

“U-Uh. Okay. W-When I was first working at the diner, I-I,” 

You whimpered and Bucky shook his head, “You can do it. I got you. You’re safe. I won’t let anything happen to you. Keep going.”

You gulped, “I wanted to quit. Some people were rude to me ‘cause I was taking to long with their orders. I was just starting to work there and-and they just wouldn’t gimme a break.”

“Understandable. People are really mean when it comes to their food.”

“You were one of the first people to truly understand that I was just starting and told me to take as much time as I needed. I didn’t need to rush.”

“Well yeah. Not everyone gets the hang of things their first try.”

“You spoke so nicely to me and you thanked me, even if I took to long to refill your coffee. I gave you a cinnamon bun as a thanks and you gave a tip that I didn’t deserve.”

Bucky softly smiled as he recalled that was the first day you two met.

“I knew then that you were my favorite customer, even if I only just met you. Then you kept coming back-”

“The cinnamon buns are really good. I had to keep coming back for more,” Bucky said with a smirk and you chuckled.

“You’re lying and we both know it,” which made both of you giggle.

He leaned forward, forehead resting against yours, “Do you feel better now?”

You nodded and rested your hands on top of his, “Yeah. Thanks, Sarge.”

“You’re welcome, sugar,” Bucky mumbled. He stared into your beautiful Y/E/C eyes. They drew him in like a magnet. His eyes then glanced down to your lips before you closed the minimal distance between you. Your lips pressed against his in an unexpected kiss. For a moment, Bucky was frozen in surprise. You were kissing him??? You were kissing him!!! 

He proceeded to kiss you back, which made you smile in relief. By God, your lips were so soft. 

“YEEEAAAH! I SEE YOU TWO! YOU GET IT!” you hear a group of young teenage boys yelling at you and both of you pulled away to laugh. 

The ferris wheel continued to move and, this time, you weren’t scared. No anymore.

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Bucky walked you back to your apartment after the comfortable silent ride home. Both of your hands intertwined and resting in your lap throughout the entire ride. 

Bucky sighed as he leaned against the outside wall of your apartment, giant teddy bear in his arms. He then rested his head against the wall as he stared at you, “God, sugar, you don’t know how head over heels I am for ya.”

You stepped closer to him, “I think I’m starting to know,” you then leaned in pressing your lips against his once more. After that first kiss you two shared, you couldn’t stop kissing each other. It was an addiction, one that neither of you didn’t want to be treated. 

Bucky groaned as he pulled away, “I gotta go. It’s late and I don’t wanna keep Wanda up waiting for me.”

You nodded, “It’s alright.” you took the bear from Bucky’s arms and he immediately stuffed his hands into his pockets.

“I had a great time tonight. The best in a while honestly,” he said with a shy smile.

“Me too.”

“So...are you willing to go on another date with me sometime?”

You nodded, “I’d love to. Just tell me when and I’ll be there.”

“Great.” he then leaned in and kissed your cheek, “Good night, sugar. Hope you have the sweetest dreams.”

“Thank you, Bucky. Good night.” you unlocked your door and stepped in, blowing him a kiss before closing it shut. You leaned against the door, completely breathless. This first date, besides your panic attack at the ferris wheel, was perfect. And you couldn’t wait to have more dates with Bucky.