#fives you'll regret whatever you're going to do

[undiscovered-horizon]

[Zoro is jealous of how impressed you are with another man's strength. A few insults and broken breezeblocks later, he makes sure he's the only man you have eyes on.]

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Roronoa Zoro is a man too busy to boast. He perceives his skills and attributes as a means to an end and not a goal in itself; achieving unmatched swordsmanship is but a method of becoming the world's greatest swordsman.

It's completely useless to waste one's potential only to earn fame and admiration. If one sees their abilities as a goal, they tend to abandon their growth once the goal is achieved, never discovering what they can really do. Therefore, boasting is a manmade border between the current state of things and the wonderful possibilities.

Or so he tells himself.

The crowd cheers again as the blue-haired boy breaks another stack of planks. Each time he adds one more obstacle, the mob of onlookers is sure that this time, he's bound to fail. They've been wrong so far.

Zoro and you have been watching the show from affair but only because you refused to walk away. Sure, on your adventures you have seen people or unimaginable skills and attributes. Nevertheless, the man on the makeshift stage is just that - a man. No Devil Fruit, no canons-for-arms or anything of this sort. Just a person with determination and years of practice.

"Damn, that's some strength," you say in awe. "It's amazing."

Zoro only scoffs, scowling while he stands with his arms crossed. "Come on, this is nothing."

"Oh, right, breaking a stack of five wooden planks with your bare fist is just a regular Tuesday, eh?"

"Definitely not for a twig like him," he answers while still glaring at the boastful plank-breaker. "A gust of wind could break his bones."

Something about his huffing and puffing doesn't sit right with you. After all, why does he care in the first place? Zoro is not the kind of person to be interested in things that are not directly connected to him. It's almost as if...

Is he jealous of the attention?

"You know what, Zoro?" When you turn to look at him, he notices the challenging glint in your eyes. You're up to no good, aren't you? "I'd love to see you try and break even one plank."

He scoffs again but this time he looks almost offended at the implication. "I wouldn't even get out of bed for one."

"That's not a good measure." You shake your head decisively. "It's already hard to make you get up." Then, an idea sparks in your thoughts - something he's sure not to reject. "Let's do it like this. If you can one-up that guy, I'll do whatever you want."

Zoro's brown eyes stare into yours with a new intensity. He seems to be trying to guess how serious you are about your promise. "Anything goes?" he asks suspiciously.

"Nothing that will tarnish my dignity." As a warning, you point your finger at him. "Or dirty my shirt."

Then, to your utmost satisfaction, he gives you a smirk beaming with confidence.

"You're going to regret this."

"I hope so," you answer.

He clenches his jaw at your frivolous tone, his mind racing in a thousand different directions at once. What do you mean you "hope to regret" your wager? What exactly do you think he'll ask of you?

No matter the answers to his questions, Zoro has found a new source of motivation inside him. He can ask anything. As nice as that sounds, and he's sure to let his imagination run amok, the more satisfying prize will be the look of awe you're bound to give him. If you're impressed with this boastful twig of a man, how dazzled will you be with Zoro when he beats him? Maybe you'll finally stop looking at other men like they're actually worth even a second of your time or a speck of your attention.

"Hey, wood boy!" Zoro exclaims at the top of his lungs while making his way through the excited crowd towards the makeshift stage. "Let's see who's stronger."

"A brave challenger appears!" The blue-haired man announces. Whispers erupt among the onlookers. "Or maybe he's stupid?" he directs his question at his fans. Then, when Zoro enters the stage, the man looks at him with a feeling of superiority smeared across his face. "I'll have you know, I'm the local champion."

Up close, the blue-haired man looks even less impressive than from the ground. He's rather scrawny compared to men of similar strength and he could definitely use a long bath. Zoro is almost offended that you'd look at this poser of a clown instead of him.

"Only local?" Zoro asks. He erupts in laughter, making his opponent's expression visibly falter. "Not much of a title. I've seen rocks bigger than this island."

The whispers turn into loud conversations as half of the crowd demands Zoro to take back his words and the other half begs for a showdown to see who's the true master between them.

"Ambitious!" the blue-haired man exclaims with fake casualness, clearly trying to hide his own uneasiness. "That's what I like to see. But I must warn you that breaking wood with the sheer power of your bare fist is neither easy nor simple. Are you sure you can manage?"

Zoro laughs again. His posture only grows with confidence while the other man seems to be becoming smaller with each of Zoro's insults. "Wood is for children."

The blue-haired man swallows nervously. Sweat trickles down his neck. "Alright then." He clasps his hands together, rubbing them to ease the arousing tension. "What do you propose?"

"Breezeblocks."

The crowd audibly gasps and you're not any different. To break something that can render someone unconscious, if not dead, without having to use much strength? Even for someone like Zoro, the suggestion seems more than audacious. True, you wanted to see him prove his bold talk but not break his hands.

But before the blue-haired man can protest or diverge the discussion, a group of eager men bring a load of breezeblocks on stage. Their eyes shine with impatience and desire to see uncommon strength as they take away the wooden boards and set up the first breezeblock for each of them to break. The hollow bricks are placed atop regular, clay bricks that the blue-haired man has used to lay the planks on.

With a light gesture of his hand, Zoro allows the apparent master to begin. The man stretches his arms and cracks his joints. Despite being visibly experienced in this art, there is a noticeable nervousness in his movements, too. As though he's not as confident as he was five minutes ago.

Measuring one or two times beforehand, the local champion slams his fists on the breezeblock. A muffled thud resounds and the crowd falls silent. Then, a loud grunt fills the tense air but not a speck of cement is lifted. The breeze block did not break but considering the agony on the man's face and the deep red of his hand, something surely did break.

Zoro laughs for the third time. Strangely enough, he seems almost suspiciously laid-back. He reaches for the blue-haired man's unbroken breezeblock and places it atop his. If the crowd was silent before, it's deathly quiet now. They don't even dare breathe, awaiting the resolution of this unforeseen wager.

His eyes meet yours and never stray as he punches the stack of breezeblock. They break, fall and crumble on the stagefloor. Zoro doesn't look phased in any way, nor does his hand look to be injured. Judging by his casual attitude, he can easily break a lot more than just two breezeblocks. Maybe one day he'll find out but not at the moment - that's not the point of his little show of strength.

Some people try to accost him or talk to him as he makes his way back to you but Zoro's usual glares and silence quickly mitigate their enthusiasm and soon the mob of onlookers just cheers among themselves.

"Alright, I'm impressed," you admit with a nod. "In capital letters."

"So, anything I want, huh?" He can't help the smile curving his lips. It's a big word that you've used - a little too big for Zoro's imagination because it too happily strayed in directions that might break his heart permanently if you reject him.

"I suppose you do deserve compensation for holding yet another title of a champion. The dreadful weight of success," you say in a dramatic tone. "Now, what is this 'anything' you've decided on?"

Truthfully, he hasn't decided yet. If this "more than friends, less than lovers" situation he has with you was a game of chess, he's just made his opening move. You played back and put him in a place where there are simply too many options to reconsider. So what choice does he have to make to have you in a checkmate?

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[rafeandonlyrafe]

bound and bruised

words: 1.5k

warnings: 18+ only, NONCON!!!!, r*pe, male receiving oral, choking, p in v sex, unwilling sex, kidnapping, blacking out, loss of virginity, dead dove do not eat (PLEASE heed the warnings)

“stop fucking screaming.” rafe grunts out as you look up at him with tear stained cheeks.

“my knees!” you sob out. only moments ago rafe had shoved you down, bruising and scraping your knees against the rough flooring. you're sure they're going to be bruised by tomorrow.

“i don't care, bitch.” rafe says, gently slapping you on the cheek, more of a pat to get your attention back on him.

“you're being so mean.” you try to stand up, but rafes rough hand on your shoulder pushes you back down.

“stop trying to get away. you know you can't outrun me so you might as well just do as i say.”

“and what is it you want me to do?” you cross your arms as you glare up at rafe.

“easy.” he huffs out. “you're going to suck my dick.”

“your- your what?” you squeal, eyes widening when rafe reaches to his shorts, swiftly undoing the zipper and button, pulling the two sides of the flap open, but not pushing them down his hips yet.

“you heard me.” rafe smirks down at you, at the look on your face, one of confusion, verging on terror. “now im gonna take my dick out. and you're going to lick it.”

you try one more time to stand up, to flee and get away, but rafe is too strong, easily keeping you on your knees with one hand while the other frees himself from the confines of his clothes, kicking his shorts off before the underwear are also tugged down.

your eyes widen when you come face to face with rafes cock, hard and standing away from his body, much bigger than you could have imagined, but it fits his tall frame.

“i don't want to do this, rafe.” you whine. you've never sucked dick before, and you certainly don't want your first time to be with a guy you barely talk to.

“too bad. now lick it, it's for your own good.”

“what does that mean?” you question, but rafe doesn't respond, moving his hand to grip the hair at the back of your head as he pushes you forward.

your nose bumps his cock as you try to swivel your head out of the way, replaying rafes words in your head. 

you stick your tongue out, taking a cautious lick against his length. you make a face, spitting onto the ground. “this is gross, rafe!”

“you have about five seconds to start licking before i just shove my whole cock down your throat. go.”

you know rafes threat isn't an idle one, so you push away the oddly salty taste as you begin to lick, focusing just on the mid shaft, ignoring the pulsing head of his cock for as long as you can.

“put it in your mouth, come on. you gotta get it real wet.” rafe encourages you.

“for what?”

“suck me first and then you'll find out.” rafe says, guiding your head to the head of his cock.

you part your lips, placing them around the head of his cock, feeling the weight against your tongue as you suck slightly, not sure what you're supposed to be doing.

“shit- that's good. just be careful for your teeth. if you bite me, you'll regret it.”

you have no plans of biting rafe as your tongue flicks over his slit, finding the taste slightly more bearable now that you've gotten used to it.

“that's it, good girl.” rafe says, even though the only reason you take more of his cock in your mouth is his hand pushing your head down.

“cover it in spit baby, you'll be grateful when i fuck you.”

your eyes widen and you try to pull off. no way you're letting rafe fuck you and losing your virginity like this.

“oh, no you don't.” rafe warns, pushing his hips forward to bury his cock down your throat as you gag aggressively around him, more tears pooling down your cheeks.

rafe pulls you off after a moment as you sputter, coughing aggressively to get the tickle out of your throat.

“get up. im gonna fuck you now.”

“no!” you squeal. you really should know better by now. should just lay back and let rafe do whatever he wishes, but you still fight him and try to get away.

rafe tugs you up by your hair, your scalp burning as he pushes you against the daybed, warm from the sun shining down on it, comfortable and soft in sharp contrast to how rafe is treating you.

“now let's see if you got my dick wet enough for this not to hurt.” rafe makes quick and easy work of your clothing, flipping the bottom of your dress up and literally tearing away your underwear as you cry out, skin burning from the fabric.

“it'll be better for you if you relax.” rafe says, spreading your legs open for him, looking down at both your holes as your ass spreads for him, but even he isn't going to take it that far as his cock presses against your pussy.

you're not wet in the slightest, and despite the spit, it still burns as rafe pushes inside as you cry out, gripping onto the daybed, grabbing a pillow and tossing it back at rafe, who easily swats it away.

“don't piss me off or i wont give you any time to adjust.” he warns.

you manage to relax slightly, enough for rafe to push all the way inside as he sits for a moment with his cock buried in your cunt, the virginity you were planning on losing on your wedding night now ripped away from you.

“shit, you're fucking tight.” rafe moans. “next time i fuck you ill get you wet too. i bet if i lick your pussy you'll get soaked for me.”,

“you're not gonna fuck me again.” you growl out.

“i will. i own you now. your pussy is mine, baby.” rafe makes his point by pulling out then pushing his cock in with a hard, punishing thrust.

your defiant words are lost on your tongue as he moves, thrusting into you with a tight hold on your hips, keeping your ass in the air.

rafes moans and growls are loud and unafraid of the neighbors hearing, like him fucking a girl on his back patio is a regular enough occurance for them to not look.

you try to keep breathing, try to keep your cunt relaxed as his cock pushes in and out, your wetness slowly increasing from the stimulation.

“you like this, huh?” rafe smirks, hands moving to grip your ass, leaving red marks from his fingers as he squeezes at your plump flesh.

“it-it feels good.” you admit with shame, red flaring over your cheeks. no point in lying when rafe can literally feel the way your body is responding.

“and i haven't even touched your clit yet.” rafe chuckles. “you'll gush, baby.”

despite his words, rafe makes no movement for your clit. right now isn't about your pleasure as he pulls your body back onto his cock to meet his already hard thrusts.

“don't… don't cum inside of me. please.” you plead out, chest rubbing against the daybed as he moves you, nipples hard even through the multiple layers of fabric and padded bra.

“where should i cum then?”

“anywhere. my ass, my mouth-”

“ill go for mouth. but get on birth control because im gonna flood your pussy next time.” rafe continues thrusting until you feel his cock swell inside of you.

he pulls out suddenly, flipping you over onto your back. you only have a second to take a quick breath before rafe is kneeling over you, shoving his cock between your lips as his hand strokes his base.

the second your lips close around his head, he's cumming, filling your mouth with the salty taste as you swallow it down, somehow seeming more pleasing than trying to spit it all out.

“that's a good girl.” rafe pats your cheek before turning to splay out next to you on the day bed as your chest heaves, pussy feeling stretched and sensitive.

“you wanna cum?” rafe asks. “i can rub your clit.”

“i don't want you to touch me ever again.” you say, adrenaline wearing off as tears form in your eyes once again.

“i wish you wouldn't say that type of thing, baby.” rafe frowns, reaching over to wrap his strong hand around your neck. your body flails as you try to hold onto the last bit of oxygen, but ultimately you give out, vision going black.

you wake up much later. you're not sure how long, but it's been multiple hours, your throat is dry from lack of water and rafe choking you until you blacked out.

“see what happens if you misbehave?” rafe asks as your head snaps to look at him, not even realizing he was in the room.

you look down at your wrist, handcuff wrapped around it, connected to a chain, which is secured to the very bed you're sitting on.

“now.” rafe smiles wickedly, moving to the edge of the bed. “about touching your clit…”

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[kalims]

cupping their face

parts. one , two , three , four , five , six , seven

characters. heartslabyul

content. gender neutral reader

riddle

he has very squishable cheeks despite his concerning diet mainly revolving around tea, biscuits, and whatnot (tarts).

you suppose the chubbiness in it comes from the mounts of sweets he can't exactly resist. of which trey is probably to blame.

riddle grew up with his very picky mother with her particular food choice for him so when he arrived in NRC without her eyes he gained a lot of freedom.

so if you hold his face in your hands the fat from his cheeks pokes out of the hole between your thumb, and pointer fingers. it's so cute 😭 so you can't resist the urge to sneak a squeeze.

it makes it all the more comical becomes he looks so confused, furrowing his brows at you like he can't believe whatever the hell you're doing right now.

plus points if you start to randomly caress his face cause he's slowly realizing that this is just a show of affection and is turning more red by the minute.

it would be a flustered riddle without the steam out his ears after all!

riddle avoids your eyes. "what in the world are you doing?" but makes no move to... well, move.

trey

uhh compared to riddle he's not in that level of squishy cheeks despite him being a baker and all.

I mean it's more of a 'you can feel the curve of his cheekbones' rather than the 'chubby cheeks' kind of thing. let me tell yall, the muscles in those damn arms aren't there for show!!

but yeah I firmly believe he just takes bites out of his batter / finished product to check if he should add a certain ingredient from the taste.

but it's usually the other people that do the eating.

though if you pinch hard enough you might be granted the satisfaction of smothering his cheeks (and a trey who is trying his best to keep the increasing pain off his face cause you seem to be enjoying yourself too much.)

anyways yeah cupping his face! from my memory, to me he seems like a person with a more lean face? (I have not seen him in a while lmao) but when you do he just raises his brow a little and watches you patiently.

you won't know if he's caught on what you're doing but you'll know he's starting to enjoy it when your palms are growing heavy from trey slowly leaning the weight of his face on it.

"is this a reward for my hard work?" trey huffs in amusement. "tell me when it's too heavy."

cater

wow he's so cute 😞

cater likes to snack every now and then and all that food just teleports to his face rather than anywhere else so it's prominent even if he laments about it.

I think it just makes his smile cuter cause you can see dimples pop out of his cheeks as well 😭 it tempts you to poke them all the well.

notable. they're also kinda stretchy, you can poke, pinch, and stretch them wow. the versatility. at this point everyone should have a cater to poke, pinch, and stretch out his cheeks.

^ stress reliever.

as you're cupping his face his response is just to automatically cup you back? and he's already giggling about this 'couple bonding' thing so you're not quite sure how to proceed.

but cater's laugh is pretty contagious so you end up laughing along. both of you are cupping each other's face, and you can feel the curve of his grin from your palms.

... next thing you know in a poof of smoke two more cater appears wearing similar pouts, of which are whining about their turn..

"you guys go away!" the cater which you remember to be the original dramatically pours himself over you. arguing with.. himself. "this is og cater and (name) bonding time, shoo!"

ace

is his cheeks squishable or not? we will never know cause everytime your hands are near his face he's flying backwards to avoid you.

what a menace with the suspense and all. ace is always trolling you so it's understandable. he's like: "haha get trolled." AND WHEN YOU ACTUALLY IGNORE HIM HE'S LIKE: "wait no that was a prank too pls."

if his ego wasn't taller than him he definitely would have regretted it 💀 honestly I'm so in dynamics with ace where he thinks he's the dominant one in the relationship and if you tell him to sit he's immediately sat.

it's gonna be more of a challenge to actually get a hold of his face but pro tip: just tell him to stop with a stern face, and he's just gonna go stiff but grumble when he feels your fingertips.

he's looking annoyed the whole way but you notice the twitch of his brows. suddenly he's looking just a little more comfortable in your hands.

point it out it out if you want but his face is just gonna revert to that annoyed look, just honestly let him loosen up (and loosen up he will, don't be surprised if he just starts demanding those face caressing thing you just did in the future.)

^ well he's only doing that if you initiated it a handful of times. if not he's taking that desire to the grave.

"wow. are you really that much starved for me?" ace smirks, and nods. probably praising himself in his head. "just keep doing whatever you want, I don't care." ???

deuce

the most squishable cheeks. I take no objections, I do not care ‼️ (even though certain official art might not say so) I bet he eats with a mouth full of food, it just inflates his cheeks lol.

if we have characters we call baby girl like jamil over here, we got deuce spade our resident baby boy.

probably the one that eats up all your attention even if he's embarrassed. not of you of course! but if you ever do public displays of affection he's just hyper aware of the eyes kqbsjajss.

but he likes you a lot so he just tolerates it <3

cupping his face hmm... honestly he looks like a very innocent puppy, he's watching you with those kind of eyes. curious and patient 😭 he's watching to see what you'll even do next.

he doesn't really speak. was this man even actually a delinquent before? who the hell was that cause all you know is this very endearing, shy deuce of yours.

if there was a tail it would be wagging slowly!

man the inner man is him is wrestling him rn cause where is his pride?! but the person it's fighting is his love for you so the inner man is losing lowkey 😞

"..." there is no words, just a very flustered, pleased deuce.

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trey the gentleman fr.. also ace's part is vv chaotic lamao

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[borntoyearn]

It's loud, too loud for Simon's liking. He's here for you though, so he'll endure it. However, it would be a huge lie if he said he wasn't enjoying himself even a little bit. 

The fair is huge; parents, children, and couples bustle about. You and Simon add to the already massive crowd. He looks hilarious though– a redwood among little willows. 

It's what he feared at first. "I'll look out of place, love. It's not my kind of crowd." You frowned at this, but then had to recognize that pushing him to go to such a noisy and busy place was not a good idea.

Simon reconsiders. If he wants to be a good boyfriend, he has to try and do couple-y things with you. So fuck it, the fair it is.

You both agreed no rides, that would be pushing it. Maybe the ferris wheel would be an exception. Either way, you're so happy. It's night already, you and Simon sit on a bench away from the crowds. His mask is pulled down and he's going in on a churro. He offers you a bite and you take it. A tiny bit of cinnamon sugar blends with his stubble. Maybe it'll taste better on its own, so you kiss it off of his lips. 

It's such a cliché moment. You take in the crowd, the colorful lights, and the 2014 electronic song that sounds too familiar...you want to cry. So you do. 

Your lips quiver and your facial muscles betray you– a frown forms. Tears come streaming down. Happy tears, or nostalgic ones, you're not too sure. 

"What's wrong?" Simon snaps you out of whatever trance this was. He tucks a piece hair behind your ear.

"Nothing, just me being dramatic." He doesn't buy it. For a quick moment, Simon thinks you regret bringing up the idea for you both to come here. I mean he didn't (or couldn't) give you the full experience. A valid reason to cry, maybe even break up with him. The thought leaves as fast as it came when you give him a smile. He flinches a little. It's the same smile that made him fall hard for you. Still, he has to make sure. 

"You're crying though, how come?" He asks, concern written in his eyes. "Not sure," you reply, "I think I'm just really fucking happy right now." He breathes, relieved. The three special words are still a little hard for him to say. He wants to though, so fucking bad. Simon's way is taking your hand into his and kissing your fingers. He places your hand on his unmasked cheek and prays that you feel all the love he has for you. 

Fuck, you're crying again. 

You grab both sides of his face and kiss him. Deep. An action that tells him you feel the exact same way. It tells him that he can do normal things like this with you and it'll make him the happiest bloke on planet Earth. It tells him that no matter what he did in the past, he is allowed to feel love and to be loved. 

-

Your cheeks hurt from smiling so hard. The walk back to the car is one you'll never forget. Simon Riley, Ghost, carrying a massive strawberry cow plush on his back. It's almost as big as he is. He fought for it too, so you guess you'll share the prize. 

You didn't want Simon to win it for you at first, but the balloon pop game was kicking your ass. He's down thirty bucks– five for each set of darts. Every time you miss, his eye twitches. You're determined, he'll give you that. 

By some miracle, you hit the five balloons. You had your eye on the cow since you got there, and now you're gonna have it. You're ecstatic and Simon no longer has to watch you fail miserably at this sketchy game.

You want to cry for an entirely different reason as the stoned worker hands you a poop plush. A fucking poop emoji plush. Simon guffaws. There's no fucking way. 

"Wait no, what about those plushes!" You furiously point at the cows. The teen rolls his eyes, "Sorry lady, you gotta pop fifteen in a row to get those." 

Oh there's no way in hell that Simon is going to stand here and wait until you do that. He snatches his wallet out for the umpteenth time and shoves a twenty-dollar bill into the workers hand. He grabs the darts and swiftly pops fifteen balloons back to back. 

"She'll have the pink one." 

You fucking love him. 

a/n: woahhhh feeling super emo at 2am, what else is new. its also raining so that doesnt help. 🥲 not sure if its a universal feeling but fairs make me soerrrr sad but happy?? i love them. oh if you're wondering, the song that was playing at the fair was 'stay the night' by zedd w hailey williams 😣 need to work on my pacing but literally could care less just eat this damn food pls!!

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[dreadsuitsamus]

Caring For Sick Vegeta Headcanons | Vegeta x Reader |

author's note: hi again! this is inspired by some squabbling i did with a friend earlier as he was suffering from a migraine. i wanted to try my hand at headcanons again as well!

pairing: vegeta x fem!reader

warnings: light mention of nsfw topics, like blink and you'll miss it light

Vegeta initially tries to hide that he's getting sick

he's very fucking bad at it tho

His nose is stuffed and he's forced to breathe through his mouth, and you can literally hear the congestion when he talks

He looks so tired, and his appetite is literally halved

"Vegeta, get back in bed." You tell him when he shuffles into the kitchen for breakfast

He may be sick, but he's still Vegeta

Which is to say he's still stubborn as hell

"How dare you talk to me that way?! I am-"

"You are pissing me off." You growl, picking up the nearest kitchen utensil and holding it up threateningly

This is the only time Vegeta wisely picks his battles

He growls and turns around to go back to the bedroom, bundling up in the blankets

"I'm cold, woman." He says when you come into the room with a tray of breakfast for him

You shove a beanie on him that you had specially made just for him, since the store bought ones didn't have a chance in hell of fitting over his mane of hair

he's also just got a big head

Vegeta sneers at you but remains quiet. He knows he looks like a damn fool, but with a bright red nose, there isn't much he can do to seem like more of the prideful, powerful Saiyan he is

You bundle him up properly in the many blankets, fluffing the pillows behind him so he can sit up and relax while he eats

"You call this a meal for a Saiyan?" He snarks. "Looks like an appetizer to the appetizer."

lol @ him not finishing it all

"You... Wouldn't bully a sick man, would you?" His cheeks are flushed with embarrassment

"Of course not." You smirk and kiss his cheek. "But I certainly will bully a shit-talking prince."

"Please no."

You give him shit for only eating two pieces of toast and half of his eggs and bacon even after he's all better

and subsequently has the strength again to make you regret it

You catch him trying to sneak out of bed to go train, so you quite literally tackle him back into bed

"What... What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Stay. In. Bed. Vegeta." You straddle him and pin his wrists down. "I am not doing this with you this time. Keep your ass down until you can breathe through your damn nose. Are we clear??"

Vegeta blinks up at you, eyes wide

he's so goddamn hard rn

"Yes... Yes ma'am."

"Thank you." You hiss back and get off of him and go back to the kitchen to prepare his soup

he rubs one out while you're gone

He becomes a stage five clinger when he's sick

He whines if you're gone for too long, or after he wakes up from a lengthy nap and feels lonely

With that in mind, you tend to stay in bed with him. He likes to snuggle his head on your lap and wrap his arms around your torso while he snoozes

You run your fingers through his hair and usually watch a show while you cuddle your sick husband

He's adorable when he sleeps, occasionally adjusting and squeezing you tight, rubbing his face into your tummy before settling down again

He doesn't know why he gets so many sweet kisses when he does wake up, all groggy and confused about why he dreamt of riding Space Mountain with Goku

But he's certainly not complaining about the kisses

When Vegeta starts to feel better is when he starts to relish in being taken care of

He'll welcome all of his meals in bed and enjoy you giving him baths, and in general show his spoiled prince side

It gets to the point where you know he's all better, but the damn man is taking too much joy from being spoiled and pampered like he (in his mind, anyway) deserved

And when he gets to that stage, all you have to do is smirk at him and say one sentence

"Goku's gotten even stronger, I've heard."

That gets him off his ass and out the house again in no time

Bonus- Vegeta Taking Care of You Headcanons

You usually end up catching whatever Vegeta was sick with once he's gotten better

He's definitely not as good as you are at being a caretaker, but he still tries

He doesn't say it much, but he's grateful to have you around for when he's at a low

He does his best to mimic the things you did for him

He's a terrible cook though, so he goes out to various restaurants for takeout while you're unable to cook, otherwise you'll both starve or die in a house fire

He'll draw up baths for you and bridal carries you to the tub, gently stripping you down and setting you into the warm water

You hum softly and relish each stroke of the washcloth that he runs over your body

"Thank you, 'Geta." You whisper

"I wouldn't be much of a mate if I didn't take care of you."

He holds you to his chest and watches tv, your face in his neck while you take naps

He'll kiss your forehead every now and then and pull you just a little tighter to him

He's certainly thankful you're not as much of a brat as he is when he's sick

He usually ends up reflecting on how much you must love him to be able to put up with him, sick or not

"Yeah, well... I love you too, y'know." He murmurs. "If there's anyone in this world who's gonna take care of you, it's gonna be me."

You snuggle up just a bit closer, eyes still closed. "My Vegeta..."

"All yours, princess."

#vegeta #vegeta x reader #vegeta x you #fem!reader #db #dbz #dbs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #headcanons

[luvring]

Um um could be maybe get shy reader/ais kiss headcannons too?? 👉👈 ur writing is so good and i feel like hed be an absolute menace👀

DIFFERENT TYPES OF KISSES (AIS)

gn!reader, some are noted as suggestive with ** | THANK U!!! twirls my hair and poses. ais ais ais ais

starting it off with the pet related ones because i love princess dearly. the kiss(es) he gives you as he promises he loves you and his pets equally, and that no one could replace you. it's comically loud,, the smooch sound he makes as he pulls away. you tell him it was a trick question and that you'd easily pick princess over him, and he pulls out his crossed fingers from behind his back.

he walks in on you giving princess a treat because you're training her to do something. he asks what about Him. and you give him a look like ?? you'll do a little trick? you wanna eat this? and he says Maybe. or maybe you can treat him with something else for free ;) a kiss? :) you tell him if he wants a treat or kiss he has to do something just as cool and lovely as princess who's currently wagging her tail and staring at you like the perfect girl she is. ais says he could Never beat princess but you give him a kiss anyway "out of pity" because it was a rigged competition

morning kisses where you laugh and try to push him off of you because bro you're straight up lying on top of me and you're Heavy. he says he'll stop when you let him kiss you, and you joke about him having awful morning breath. ais rolls his eyes and chuckles, blowing air against your neck to watch you squirm. he's in a plank position above you at this point and you both have awfully love-ridden grins on your face after remarks being thrown about the other being annoying and stubborn. this time you don't stop him when he leans down to kiss you properly

opposite of giving you kisses. when he does Not kiss you. when he sees you and just pulls you into him instead, or he he gives you a high-five. when he leans in as if he's going to kiss you, but he just flicks your forehead or pinches your cheek with an amused smirk

^ like i don't know if he'd default to lots of casual kisses. i can very easily see him Not doing that, even if he's a fan of other kinds of casual physical touch. but if he notices you like them he does it more often !! like kissing your temple before asking if you're tired. making sure to kiss your cheek before getting out of bed. pressing one to the back of your head as he walks past.

you're rambling on about something you have to do tomorrow, and he can feel you nearing a worried tangent before it happens. ais huffs before turning your face to look at him. he leans into kiss you for a solid 5 seconds before pulling away. you want to ask what it was for but he beats you to it. his eyes are soft, always endeared by your voice. "love you. i need you to try to relax and go to sleep, or we're both staying up and regretting it in the morning."

he uses kisses to distract you from whatever you're watching/doing. he Honestly didn't plan to at first, but then he rested his head next to yours, and then he placed one on your cheek, and then oh he's still going, why aren't you looking at him? isn't he more important? he's going to die if you don't kiss him right now do you want that on your hands and conscience

sappy late night kisses. they're soft against the top of your head as you rest against his chest. you've both had a long day, he's sleepy, more serious and emotional than usual, thanking you for sticking by him and for everything you've done. it's a little easier to ramble on without you looking at him, your hands within reach for him to play with

ais finds you falling asleep and quietly grabs the blanket and makes sure you're comfortable. he watches you for a while and doesn't leave before planting a kiss to your forehead or hands

** getting home from a night out, the both of you a little tipsy, a little giggly and touchy. you wrap your arms around his neck and his rest loosely around your waist. the kisses start soft but deepen quickly, his brows furrowing as he pulls you closer. ais bites your bottom lip before resting his forehead against yours. "think we can make it to the bedroom?"

** ais trails kisses along your jaw and down your neck, stopping where you can feel his breath fan against your collarbones. his stomach tightens when you pull at his hair, and he lets out a groan before moving back up to catch your lips again

** and what will you do when i say his breath hitches when you kiss HIS jaw/neck and down his chest. What will you do when he softly curses before dragging you back up to kiss you properly while taking off his clothes. What Now....

@lost-lonnie @screaming-wea-sel @dreamtydraw @respitable @semifilms @hexcoeurr @cvhenia

#touchstarved game #touchstarved ais #ais x reader

[ssahotchnerr]

Soooo I’d love some HCs for Aaron being with a significant other who gets emotionally overwhelmed. Some might say cry baby, but not Aaron of course 😌

aaron is so sweet, so attentive, so mindful when it comes to your emotions.

a lot of people would scoff at you, roll their eyes if you began to break at the 'smallest' of things. but not aaron, never him. nothing is ever small in his regard.

he's understanding. he would never, ever belittle your feelings. if anything, aaron encourages them. he reminds you that you're human, humans are made to feel emotions, and yours just happen to be stronger than others, which is not a bad thing. he turns it into a positive; it's something admirable, rather. you have the courage to express your emotions, you're aware of your feelings, and a lot of people can't say the same. and how lucky is he? that he has found someone who's so brave, compassionate, empathetic, and doesn't hide how they feel inside.

if you ever begin to feel like a nuisance- there's times where you're apologizing to him in tears because you feel like you're too much- aaron doesn't hesitate to kiss your tears away. he pulls you into his embrace, and doesn't let go- he will never let go and he reminds you so. there's nothing in the world he would ever want you to change about yourself. he loves you. he loves you, tears and all.

a lot of the time, aaron's so tuned into you that he knows when a bout of being overwhelmed is going to hit you before you yourself do. the way you go quiet, the way your eyes begin to look around frantically, the way your breathing quickens. and aaron is quick to take action. if you're out in public, he immediately pulls you aside, to a quiet, vacant place and does a check in with you. are you okay? you need five? ten minutes to calm down? okay, the two of you will stay there until you feel ready. you want to go home? perfect, he wanted to go home anyways. and if anyone even so tries to give you a distasteful look if you're beginning to crumble, they'll absolutely regret it. aaron will make sure of it.

if tears are inevitable, aaron knows the exact the way to lessen them- he's made sure to. and while this is in attempt to make you feel better, it's also about providing you with an atmosphere in which you feel safe to express yourself- one where you don't hesitate to hold anything in. with him, every feeling and emotion is safe. he's safe.

again, you find yourself in his arms, he's cradling the back of your head with one of his hands, and allows you to bury your face into his chest, crook of his neck, whatever you need. he doesn't mind in the slightest if you happen to wet his shirt with tears or snot, shirts can be washed, and he's more concerned about you. he's rubbing your back soothingly, pressing kisses to your temple, forehead, any place he can reach, and whispering sweet words to you. or sometimes, he's simply quiet, allowing you space to simply get it all out and knows you'll talk when you're ready.

validation. that's the most important thing. aaron wants you to know that he sees you, he understands you, and he would never want you to feel as if you need to minimize how you feel around him.

#let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner x reader #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds imagine

[hellcat8908]

Frustrated: Part Five (Finale)

After you finish getting dressed you make your way into the kitchen. Azriel is finishing pouring two cups before handing one to you. You sit at the table with him, slowly drinking your coffee. "So much for staying on your side of the bed." You tease Azriel, sitting down your cup. "It's not my fault you couldn't keep your hands off me." He teases back. You run your fingers along his arm down to his hand, "You're just so irresistible, I don't know how I managed to keep my clothes on all night." You say in a seductive voice before breaking out in laughter at the look on his face. "Ha ha very funny." He smirks as he finishes his coffee. "You make it too easy Az." You tell him as you finish yours, ready to go spend a ton of money to make things up to me?" You smile sweetly at him. "Whenever you are princess." He says as he gathers up the cups and puts them in the sink.

You make polite conversation on the way into town, keeping it light and friendly. You barely make it through the first couple shops before bumping into Rhys and Cass. "Looks like you to are at least talking." Cass points out, "That's a little disappointing I was hoping to seem him moping about for a few days." He teases Az. You cling to Az's side while running a finger down his chest, "What can I say, Azriel has the most fantastic ways of apologizing." You say while looking at Az like you can't get enough of him. Cass is can't believe his eyes and Rhys can't stop himself from laughing. Azriel smile down at you wrapping his arm around you, "there isn't much I wouldn't do to fix everything with you." He says softly.  "Guys if you'll excuse us, Azriel is helping me pick out a new bedroom set." You say to Rhys and Cass, before making your exit with Az's arm still around you. Once you're out of earshot you both bust up laughing at Cass's reaction. "That was amazing." Azriel tells you. "The look on Cass's face was priceless. I bet that will be all they talk about the rest of the day." You respond. "You're probably right. I did mean it when I said there isn't much I wouldn't do  to fix everything between us." Azriel says as you near your first stop. "I know." You give him a soft smile.

"I had no idea it would be this hard to find you a new bedroom set." Azriel says after looking at three different shops. "I told you that you would regret this." You tease him while continuing to look. "I had no idea it mattered this much what it looked like." He says as he almost runs into you, not realizing you had stopped. "I think I found it." You tell him while walking over to a dark wood set with intricate carvings. "What do you think of it?" You ask him. "Honestly I love it. I'm surprised you do." "I think it's almost perfect." You smile at him excitedly. "Isn't this bigger than you're bed now? Seems like it would fit two of me." He teases. "We'll if I'm going to have an overnight guest, I feel like a bigger bed is needed." You tease him back. His smile drops, "I'm not buying you a bed for another male to sleep in." You smile and can't help but laugh. "I was talking about you but since you don't seem to be interested maybe I'll have to find someone else." You say making a point to start looking around. He wraps his arms around you pulling you close before leaning in and teasingly running his lips along yours, "oh I'm very interested princess." He says before kissing you.

You melt into his embrace as you deepen the kiss. He breaks the kiss to soon telling you to pick out bedding. After finding the perfect blue/Grey swirled bedding to match Azriel purchases everything and tells them where to deliver it. He winnows you back to your apartment. "What you like for lunch?" You ask him. "Whatever you want to make, I'm not picky." He says following you into the kitchen watching you start pulling ingredients out of cupboards. He keeps you company while you cook, offering to help from time to time. Before long you hold a plate in your hand ready to offer it to him. His smile widens as he realizes what your doing. Without hesitation he accepts and the bond snaps into place, temporarily overwhelming you with love and warmth through the bond. You both sit down and eat together. A knock coming shortly after you finish cleaning up from lunch.

You put it in the empty spare room creating another bedroom. As soon as your done you and Azriel lay back on the bed exhausted. "We'll this was a terrible idea." You tell him. "What was a terrible idea?" Az asks looking at you concerned. "We should've had this delivered to the townhouse instead." He playfully bops you with a pillow. Why didn't you say that earlier." He asks. "For the same reason you didn't." You answer laughing. "Or we could get our own place." Az says as he moves to his side looking at you. You match his movement, "are you sure you want to do that?" "I've never been more sure about anything." He smiles at you pulling you close, "I just don't want to freak you out." He gently brushes your hair away from your face. "You never freak me out." You tell him. "Get ready princess. Tomorrow we are house hunting."

#acotar #azriel #sarah j maas #acotar fic #azriel x reader #batboys #acotar fanfic #fanfic #acotar fluff

[fairly-linked]

Can you write something where one of the links (preferably Legend, but whatever you want) finds reader completely broken down and crying because they can’t process that the chain actually cares, as in, they’re not used to being cared about? If you can’t do it that’s okay too, put yourself first <3

-Venti

Sure thing! Enjoy!

Value (Legend x Reader)

Trigger warning: Self-loathing, self-deprecation, general angst.

Legend sighs in relief. The chain had finally made it to an inn for the night; finally, a nice, warm bed. He couldn't wait to sleep...

But then he noticed, where were you? He looks around, not seeing you anywhere amongst the chain. A bit anxiously, he saunters up to Time.

"Hey, Old Man? Have you seen (y/n)? They're not around..."

The Old Man smiles at him, crossing his arms.

"They went up to bed already, but they asked if they could room with you tonight."

The Vet raises his eyebrows in surprise. He hadn't expected you to ask to room with him... You were a gentle soul and one in complete contrast with his abrasive nature. He'd have thought you'd room with someone like Sky, who'd be quiet since he'd probably be out before you were.

Either way, he's not complaining.

"Alright. Thanks..." Legend nods at Time, who only nods in reply before his attention is dragged away. His eyes widen for a moment, and Legend follows his gaze to Wind, who's gawking at a fancy-looking piece of pottery from the lobby's end table. The sailor reaches a hand up carefully to touch it, and the old man sighs.

"Sailor, don't touch that. If you break it, you'll stay with me tonight so I can keep a proper eye on you."

Legend sees the pout on Wind's face and snorts. Time casts a glance over his shoulder to the Vet before smiling.

"...Or worse, I'll put you with the Vet and he'll use his magic to hold you down and keep you from breaking things."

Legend would almost be offended if he didn't find it funny. Wind's eyes widen before he quickly turns on his heel, walking away from the vase.

Time and Legend grin at each other, and Legend is the first to speak.

"You're evil."

"You're worse..."

"...Touché."

The Old Man lets out a hearty laugh before slapping a hand lightly onto the Vet's shoulder.

"Alright, go on up and see your friend. They're upstairs in your room." Time says, handing him the spare key.

"Thanks," Legend says as he walks off, heading up the stairs. He looks down at the key, looking for the room number...

...503?!

He groans internally, glowering at the flight of stairs ahead. He remembered you saying something about magical boxes from your world that carry you up the stairs... what were they called? Elevators?

He really wishes they were in your world right now. These "elevator" things would help immensely. But he did remember you also saying that a lot of people from your world were out of shape...

...That's probably why, then.

Five flights of stairs later, the Vet's regretting life. He takes a minute to lean against the wall, resting his aching legs.

It's not that he's out of shape; far from it, actually. Five flights of stairs is a lot, even for someone like him. He's fit, but still heavy. At least it's all muscle...

He huffs, deciding to continue. Thankfully, the room's not far, only a few doors down; but he stops when he hears something. It sounds like...

...Crying?

He hastily unlocks the door, nearly slamming it open with more force than he meant to. He catches it by the handle before it hits the wall, fumbling to close it. He sees your head shoot up in surprise; then, he notices you rub at your eyes. You're facing away from the door, but he sees the rag lying on the nightstand.

"...(Y/n)? You okay? I thought I heard you crying..."

He hears you sniffle as you shake your head.

"I'm fine. Just... stressed, is all..."

The Vet's demeanor softens. "Stressed, huh...?" He sighs, thinking about what to do. He ends up coming to sit next to you on your bed, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

"What's goin' on? You wanna talk about it?"

You sniffle, letting yourself lean into him.

"I just.. I don't get why you all care so much." You sniffle again. "You shouldn't be caring this much, it's not... I'm not worth all that."

Legend pauses, looking down at you.

"What do you mean, you're not worth all that? Of course you are..." he mumbles, hugging you a bit tighter now. "Why on earth would you think you're not...?"

"I-I'm just... I'm not." You sob, looking up at him with eyes full of tears. "I'm just... me. I'm not special, I'm not talented, or strong like any of you guys..."

The look on your face and your words alike both break his heart.

"...Angel, of course you're worth everything. You may not be strong physically, but I know the things you've been through. Emotionally, you're stronger than even me... You're worth everything I could ever give you, any compliments or kind words I could ever say..."

He hugs you tighter, rocking you gently as you sob. Tears even prick his own eyes, but he blinks them away. He's gotta be strong here.

For you.

"Don't even think you're not worth it. Please..." He sighs, holding your face and making you look at him.

"I love you, okay?"

Both of you freeze at what he just said. He hadn't intended to say it, but... he tries to play it cool.

"Y-You do...?" You sniffle; he nods.

"Absolutely. I'd venture to say you're the only person I love this deeply."

You stare at him for a moment longer, before he smiles, kissing your cheek.

"...I do love you. A lot. And I'm gonna make those thoughts in your head love you too if it's the last thing I do." He chuckles, kissing your nose this time and listening to you giggle. He wipes away your tears with his thumbs.

"Come on now, cutie-pie... let's get some rest," he says, leaning back on the bed and pulling you down with him.

As he feels you snuggle up to him, he can't help but grin like an idiot.

"I'll always care for you, Angel. I love you."

#linked universe #lu legend #bek's.fics #loz linked universe #loz x reader

[angelosearch]

Once you get this, you have to say five things you like about yourself, publicly. Then you have to send this to ten of your favourite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool~) 🌈🌈

First off, thanks for this! ❤️ yaaaay an ask game!!!

Second... OH MY GOD five things Iike about myself?! This is going to be hard. But my therapist would be so happy to know I've been given this challenge, haha.

And of course, I have to provide details and addendums to these because I have to treat everything like a personal essay. Ugh.

I am a loud cringe nerd

I have fun facts for days, if not weeks

Music is my religion

I bet I can make you laugh

I understand my narrative

Longer answers under the cut.

I am not afraid to show enthusiasm/honesty and be loud. You know the part of your brain that tells you to not do embarrassing/cringe/over-the-top-thing before you do it? I am not going to try and diagnose it but that literally does not exist for me. I will sing along loudly to songs in public; I am the person at a wedding who never leaves the dancefloor; I dress in bright colors and wear the weirdest prints; I will laugh or cry uncontrollably if the moment calls for it. I am incapable of holding back positivity and excitement. I will gush about how great something or someone is. If I like your shoes, I am 100% going to tell you, no fear. All of this can make life really fun. It attracts people with good energy into my orbit. It makes me feel like the last thing I am is boring - but I also go home and regret every minute of it because of the second-hand embarrassment later. Somehow all these things are wrong to do in my head (even though I am never moved like this by negativity, fear, or hate), yet I cannot stop myself from doing them. I loathe that I am a book with a broken spine that cannot stay closed. I hate every inch of space I take up. I cannot stop being vulnerable which is great for therapy but not so great for being a normal, functioning adult. I fear sometimes that people think that I believe my thoughts are all-important because I share them all. Nope. I just literally have no choice in the matter. The thoughts and actions pop into my head and they must be heard/done.

I am an endless fountain of "fun" facts because I am interested in a lot of stuff and love to learn. I think "did you know that..." is my most used phase. If I have a fun fact on a subject, you will know (it's something else I feel I have no control over). My hand will be up if I don't just blurt it out. And I am always rolling them up in my Katamari-Ball brain, listening to podcasts, reading articles, watching documentaries, and other videos. I remember these weird fringe things but then I will forget your name and your job. Don't tell me what you're into because I AM going to do a deep dive and suddenly be an expert in it. Tbh it's a great skill for a writer, but I am pretty sure it annoys people around me. Especially when all the fun facts are related to whatever I am obsessed with at the moment. You'll never guess what I have way too many fun facts about right now.

I connect with music, so strongly it's almost spiritual. Singing and listening to music have always been my go-to coping skills. I learned to drive very late in life (at 30 - but that is a story for another day) and at first I was a horribly anxious driver. But once I realized my car could become my little mobile box of music where I could just belt it out 24/7, I learned to love driving. Lyrics help me understand the prism of my experience and others. I love when songs make me dance, or cry, or give me goosebumps. My shower is my favorite place in my new house because of the great acoustics; plus, there is enough space to pull off an entire shower concert, complete with choreography. Concerts and karaoke make me feel like I am connected to the universe and everyone in the venue. I love my taste in music, which sounds weird, but I am just so proud of my eclectic taste. Also! I am mad skilled at identifying songs and artists and samples, probably because I have listened to so. Much. Music. The downside to this one is that I emotionally connect so thoroughly with every song that I enjoy that a bad association will make the song/artist or even the genre unbearable to listen to (see: country music). Also, some people in my life don't understand why I prioritize concerts so highly and are very critical of me for it. I can't help that a concert is the closest thing I have to a church!

I have a great sense of humor (or at least I think so). If you have followed me for more than two seconds, you have probably figured out that I am constantly attempting (and hopefully succeeding?) to be funny. I try VERY HARD to make people laugh. If you were to talk to me in real life, you'd quickly discover that I would come up with puns in our conversation like we're having a funny rap battle. My favorite tools are wordplay and re-contextualization but I also have quote upon quote and will use physical humor, too. The good thing is that I can make myself laugh, for sure. Like I said yesterday, I embody Chrysippus. A lot of comedians claim their jokes are hiding pain. I've recently realized that I use my humor a little differently--since my social anxiety has convinced me that no one in the world wants anything to do with me at any given moment, I use my jokes as sort of a litmus test. If you're laughing, there is a very strong chance that you don't actively hate me at that very moment. I think this strategy probably annoys people and probably comes off at inappropriate. Don't bring me to a funeral.

I can contextualize my personal story. Somewhere between taking autobiography/memoir and essay classes in college and over a decade of therapy, I've become exquisitely good at taking an event in my life or facet of my personality and placing it in the context of my life. Does that make sense? Like in high school English class I took so much joy out of reading a novel and analyzing character motivations and author intent and "why is the wallpaper yellow." I am still very good at reading something and identifying symbolism, but now I mostly use this same skill to look back at the story of my life and find patterns and connections. I think this will help me as an Art Therapist, and, if my personal essays and posts are actually any good, then it is helping me as a writer as well. But this is a double-edged sword in therapy. It means I can sit in the chair and practically therapize myself. But lives are not novels. We are not characters. Sometimes the wallpaper is just yellow. My over-cerebral approach to my understanding of self makes me come off as "not sick enough" in some settings--I've been told by peers and staff many times while in treatment, "Why are you here? You seem fine!" Well, the truth is, just because you understand why the monster is in the book, you can't always outrun it. Sure, it can help to know where the monster came from and why he's chasing you, but if you get too caught up in that it may slow you down. Or you will run the wrong way because you are so sure you understand him. Or you will run so well that no one will notice you are running at all.

#ask game #answered #answered asks #personal #personal essay

[invisibleraven]

1 - coffee shop au for your most self-indulgent rare pair

"I've got a medium drip for Blaine!" Willie called, laying the drink on the counter. "And a grande nonfat mocha for Kurt!" He smiled at the very cute (and obviously together) guys that came up to fetch their drinks and Willie waved as they went off, hand in hand.

Looking at the clock though, Willie groaned. He knew he'd regret taking the double shift, but he had rent to pay and paints to buy, so the money was appreciated. He knew if he really wanted to he could ask Caleb for help, but he hadn't gotten that bad yet.

Maybe it was foolish, given Caleb was wealthy as Croesus, and more than happy to give his beloved foster song whatever he wanted. But he also was a self made man, and Willie wanted to prove he could do the same, make a mark for himself without it being because of Caleb's money or name.

Thus working at a coffee shop for shit hours while he got his Graphic Design degree, plus his Art minor. Maybe a useless degree to some, but he had already designed a few ads that kept his fridge stocked, and a job lined up for once he had his diploma next year. Giving him lots of time to work on his art, maybe even sell some of it.

All in all, Willie didn't have many complaints in his life.

Except perhaps that it didn't include any romance. Willie had been tragically single since he and Dante went kaput, and well seeing happy couples sit five feet away on dates and morning after drinks kind of stung.

Case in point, the super hot guys that just walked in. A blond in a pink hoodie with a honest to goodness fanny pack. The other with dark slicked back hair and in a leather jacket. They contrasted beautifully and the sappy looks they gave each other made Willie ache.

But he threw on his customer service smile, and greeted them. "Hey there, what can I get for you?"

"I'll have a large iced chai tea latte," the leather jacket wearing one said.

"Oat milk cappuccino please," the blond replied.

"Lex you know you'll be wired all night if you drink that now."

"Well Reginald, if I don't I'm gonna fall asleep at my drumset tonight. So caffiene me up."

"You guys in a band?" Willie asked, giving them their total.

"Yeah, Sunset Curve," Reginald said, shooting him finger guns. "Tell your friends!"

"We're playing the Satellite tonight," Lex said. "You should come check us out."

Willie's smile faded at that. "Aw man, if I didn't have to open tomorrow I totally would. I've heard of you guys, you're really good."

"Thanks, I'm Reggie by the way. This is Alex."

"Willie." Then he blushed as Alex shoved their change and a few extra bills into the tip jar.

"Well we go on at nine, so if you wanna come even just for an hour, we'd love to have you there," Alex said.

"I'll get them to set a ticket out for you if you want," Reggie offered.

"Why would you do that?" Willie asked. "You don't know me."

Reggie blushed and shrugged. "Always was a sucker for a pretty face, plus we always try to do right by our fans."

"You think I'm cute?" Willie asked with a smirk, sitting his chin on his palms. "Well neither of you are hard on the eyes either."

"T-thanks," Alex stuttered, turning the softest pink, rivalling his hoodie.

Sure Willie knew that they might only be complimenting him for a one night tumble with a third, but hey, he wouldn't exactly turn the chance down. It wasn't an epic romance, but it was more than he'd been offered lately.

Plus he didn't think he'd kick either of them outta bed given the chance.

"Ahem, your drinks are ready," Fuego called from down the counter, rolling his eyes at them.

Alex and Reggie both grinned, still flushed, and they took their drinks, but neither of them rushed to leave, almost reluctant to say goodbye to Willie. But then Alex got a text that made his face screw up and he muttered that they had to get to sound check.

"I'll try to make it tonight," he promised.

"Hope you do!" Reggie exclaimed.

"See you tonight Willie!" Alex called, yanking Reggie out and into the street, Willie watching them go.

He got back to work, restocking and cleaning between each lull, wondering if he could squeeze in a nap after work. Only then, firtune smiled on him and Mabel came in, asking if he would switch shifts with her tomorrow, meaning he would work the closing shift, letting him stay out late, and even sleep in the next day.

He was pretty quick to agree to the change, and took his share of the tips before flying home. He found he was too amped for a nap, but he managed to wash the worst of the coffee stink off himself and picked out his cutest crop top and snazziest socks.

And given the hungry, predatory looks that Alex and Reggie gave him as they spotted him from the stage? Well he figured he chose well.

And the next morning, when they woke him up with kisses and coffee from his cupboards? He knew he did.

#filled prompts #ficlet #willexie #julie and the phantoms

[smolghostbot]

Battle Against a True Hero: Part 1/3

Because this scenario with Contralto was rotating in my head all weekend like a microwave. I'll probably upload part 2 soon, it's longer but this is the natural spot the divide the story, y'know?

Part 2

Word count: 500ish Contralto character reference

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"... … For centuries, sprites have lived in the darkness, fearing your kind. Well no more! Tonight is when that changes! That's why it is my goal to eliminate all humans, starting with you! Now, draw your weapon, human! And prepare as I, Contralto, Hero of the Sprites, Defender of the Helpless, the Hero Who Never Gives Up, will defeat you and free my people! Prepare to be struck down by the combined hopes and dreams of all of spritekind!"

He yawned as his bleary eyes tried to focus on the little creature standing on his coffee table. He just came out here to get some water and now, if he wasn't still dreaming, was getting lectured to by some kind of… elf? fairy? Something, that was holding some kind of tiny sewing tools and looked ready to leap at him.

He was too tired for this.

"Okay, so, uh, let me get this straight. You're… Contralto, a 'sprite', and you want to, uh, fight me. And doing that will somehow free your people from centuries of injustice?"

The tiny sprite on the table seemed frustrated, as if she was being asked to repeat herself. She broke from her fighting stance, placing her hands on her hips. "Yes, yes, I already said that! I defeat you, I defeat the other humans, I save the world. Are you going to accept my challenge or not?!"

As the human yawned, he responded with a simple "Hm… not." before starting to walk away.

"Hey! You can't run from me! Get back here so I can slay you!", the sprite cried.

The human stopped to think, a hard task when his brain wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. "Listen, uh, Contralto, you seem like an honorable, uh, 'hero'. Are you really going to fight a weaponless, half-awake guy? I literally don't even have pants on, I wasn't exactly expecting to fight a hero tonight. How about you come back, like…", he stopped to gaze at the clock, which was only a bit after 3am, "I don't know, five hours from now? And you can uh, 'slay me' then, how does that sound?"

The sprite was contemplative as she thought about this deal, before excitedly striking a pose, raising one of her weapons high. "I see… Very well then, human! I expect you to be ready, armed, and… wearing appropriate combat gear. And we shall fight with honor to determine the fate of this world"

Her tone darkened a bit and her voice grew deeper, though still quite high. "But… should you take advantage of my honor to flee… you'll regret it, human."

With a mumbled "Yeah, okay", the human walked back to his bedroom and almost instantly collapsed, wondering what he just signed himself up for in the morning. He could probably slap that little woman clear across a room if she truly wanted him to fight, but obviously he couldn't do that. Maybe trying to talk would help? She certainly seemed upset… Whatever, this was a problem for the morning.

#oc tag: contralto #i have no idea what the human's name is. oops. #also for the record. sprites in this setting have some tragedy sure... just like humans. but they aren't quite 'living in fear'. #contralto is DRAMATICALLY overstating how miserable being a sprite is. i mean they don't have even have taxes. #g/t #giant/tiny #g/t writing #g/t ocs #sfw g/t

[pilots-and-protons]

Since I am constantly seeing discourse about the subject (especially in regards to thoughts I've expressed in my fanfic), I want to explain my opinion on some things. But I'm going to ignore the crazy sci-fi and break it down into more a understandable context.

Imagine you have a co-worker. He's kind of a jerk and he's said some dumb shit, and you rightfully write him off for it. Unfortunately, your new friend is also his best friend, so the three of you kind of hang out sometimes. And you still work together. He's good at his job, but you think his personality leaves a lot to be desired. At best, you're acquaintances, at worst you're less-than-cordial colleagues.

Then you get into some trouble, are in a bad place, and he ends up unintentionally being on the receiving end of you spilling your guts about personal baggage. He can't relate exactly, but he makes sure you know that he sympathizes, and doesn't make fun of you or bring up how vulnerable you were. Your secret is safe with him, which seems counterintuitive to his character. He's actually rather nice throughout the whole incident. So okay, maybe your friend has a reason for liking this guy. After that you work together some more, the three of you, even collaborating on some big special project. You warm up to him (he's actually a lot nicer than he initially seemed, once he stops trying to pretend like he's hot shit).

You might even tentatively consider him a friend. Not a close friend, but a friend. You'll eat lunch together at work; he'd probably give you a ride if you needed one. But there's a difference between work friends and real friends. You've been treated pretty poorly by people in the past, and you're not just going to trust any random person for the really important stuff. Good friends, best friends would lend you their car. They'd bring you soup if you were sick, listen to your problems, keep your deepest secrets, take care of you - especially when you can't take care of yourself. He's also been watching you, trying to flirt and has subtly asked you out a couple times. You think this guy isn't so bad, but you don't trust him - not like that.

And then you're with some people at a gathering and suddenly, you've been drugged. Everything is hot and fuzzy and all you can think about is picking up someone and screwing their brains out. And there he is, your sort-of-a-friend. You spend the night throwing yourself at him - touching him, pushing him against the wall, practically trying to tear his clothes off. All you can think is why not? He's easy, he's got a reputation - and obviously you're not thinking clearly because of the drugs.

Except instead of hauling you off to some room, he pushes your hands away - says that you're sick, you need to go home. He calls you a cab, but when he sees the state you're in, he climbs in with you and tells the driver your address. You're trying to get into his lap, insisting that you want this, that whatever you've said before about his advances aren't true. You're so doped up and out of your mind, even you aren't sure if these are lies or the truth. And for a minute, he gives in when you kiss him - he's kissing you back. But he stops, despite your protests, despite the fact that things he's said have you sure that he wants what you're offering. Instead, he gets you home, makes sure you've got water and something for a hangover. He gets your shoes off so you're comfortable, but tucks you into bed fully-clothed. He calls your mutual friend to check up on you in the morning in case you're too sick and need help. Then he leaves.

How would that not change your perspective? This is someone you thought was only a surface level work friend, someone you weren't sure you could trust. Then he took care of you, kept you safe, made sure you were ok when you were vulnerable, and stopped you from doing something you'd regret. Suddenly this guy went from a "sure I'll spot you five bucks for a coffee" friend to, "let me hold you hair back and bring you tea while you're sick" friend.

That is how I see B'Elanna's view of Tom after "Blood Fever". I can't imagine a scenario like this that doesn't leave your perceptions of a person fundamentally changed - for the better. Yes, she was embarrassed, and yes it was a violating experience. But honestly, I would have thought that anger would be aimed more at Vorik (even if it wasn't his fault), because he's the one who forced all of this onto B'Elanna in the first place. And from what we know of B'Elanna's struggle with vulnerability, it makes more sense to me that her embarrassment would be aimed inward, because she tried to force herself on Tom and is constantly worried about the "Klingon" aspects of herself being "too much" for other people.

So yes, I stand by my headcanon that B'Elanna does have a "silver lining" takeaway from the whole fiasco - she sees Tom in a drastically different and better light, and appreciates what he did for her (for the latter, she even says as much at the end of the episode).

#Tom Paris #B'Elanna Torres #voy #star trek #blood fever #st: voy #voyager #episode thoughts #I've had multiple people tell me #that it's wrong for me to write B'Elanna #as holding onto the one “good thing” that came from the Blood Fever incident #by which I mean - Tom looking out for her #and I stand by this stance #if Tom can forgive her for literally trying to FORCE HIM into having sex #I think B'Elanna can forgive Tom for being human #and briefly giving into his desire to kiss her #he's not perfect but he STOPPED #and don't even start the “well it's fine because he WANTED it” #because that's some sexist bullshit #he WANTED a consensual relationship with her #he literally refused her advances until sci-fi bullshit #made it a life or death choice #and My Guy that means HE can't consent either #any more than he could if someone held a knife to her throat #and said “I'll kill her if you don't fuck” #so stick that in your pipe and SMOKE IT

[athenswrites]

15 Questions

@void-botanist had an open tag for this one and I wanted to play! I'm tagging @the-down-upside-finch @worldsfromhoney @from-the-depths-into-your-soul @aquadestinyswriting and whoever else wants to play! (Tagging @thetruearchmagos to see this and play if he wants)

I'm answering these as Piers Hall and Grady Yensey, from the start of Knight of Dawn!

Are you named after anyone?

Piers: As far as I know? No one. I don't even know who named me. I came to Adele as "Jillian Piers". Grady: Actually yes, Grady was my grandmother's name. She died of IR about two years before I was born.

When was the last time you cried?

Piers: It's been at least three months Grady: Liar, you cried the night before your coronation. Piers: Did not! Grady: Did too! Piers: [huffs] Grady: The last time I cried was *also* before Piers coronation but it was stress more than anything.

Do you have kids?

Piers: No, but I would like kids one day. Grady: No.

Do you use sarcasm?

Piers: Obviously not Grady: They use it just a little too often. I don't typically use sarcasm though.

What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Piers: Probably the giant scar on the side of my face. It looks like a weird acid burn scar, but not quite. It's from when- Grady: What you notice about others, Piers. Piers: Oh....you asked the first thing I notice about other people...probably if they ALSO have scarring from IR. Survivors are rare. Secondly, whatever they're wearing. It's the active choice they make about their appearance and tells me a lot about them as a person. Grady: For me, it's how they introduce themself, and the titles they use. Piers and I both work with a LOT of different people from varying backgrounds and statuses so it's important to know how they want to be addressed without making it awkward.

What’s your eye color?

Piers: Green-hazel. They've faded a little as I've gotten older. Grady: Brown now, but apparently I was born with bright blue eyes.

Scary stories or happy endings?

Piers: Scary stories! Grady: Happy endings, all the way. I am an avid reader of cheesy, trashy, lesbian romance novels. I'm currently in the middle of one that's set in the wild west.

Any special talents?

Piers: I can bend my back far enough back to stick my head through my own legs. I also can fall asleep after drinking four cups of coffee. Grady: I used to be able to play piano when I was younger. Now, I consider my special talent to be able to dead sprint in high heels. Chasing down people in the Palace teaches you a lot.

Where were you born?

Piers: Honestly, beats me. Officially, I was born in the Palace. Grady: I was born in one of the hospitals in downtown ATLZoS. I don't remember which.

What are your hobbies?

Piers: I like playing chess, going on research deep dives, and watching conspiracy theory videos. Grady: I consider reading my main hobby, but I spend a fair amount of time baking and playing military sim games.

Do you have any pets?

Piers: I've never had a pet. Adele was allergic to most furry creatures and Marcie hated snakes and lizards. Grady, didn't you- Grady: [Swatting Piers] -I used to have a fish but it died because I accidentally forgot to feed it.

What sports do you play/have played?

Piers: I mean, I don't really do formal sports but I do some mixed martial arts and weightlifting. Grady: Same as Piers, but I also played tennis for a little while.

How tall are you?

Piers: Six foot, one inch! Grady: Piers is about five-eleven and I'm about five-six. Piers: Boooo let me have my fun. Grady: You're still growing which shouldn't be happening, but it is. I'm sure you'll at least hit six foot soon.

Favorite subject in school?

Piers: I loved geo-politics and history! Literature is a close one too. Grady: During my Academy time, I really enjoyed mixed martial arts classes and naval strategy. To this day, I somewhat regret not choosing RG Navy. I had high enough scores. Piers: [giving puppy dog eyes] But then you would have left me.

Dream job?

Piers: If I wasn't Monarch, I'd probably still pursue a career in politics. It's so much fun and I wouldn't trade it for the world. Grady: I do want to be Captain of the Royal Guard one day, which should happen when Gavin retires in ten years or so.

#tag game #writeblr #character #character questions #writing #nytf #athens answers #athenswrites #writeblr ask game #wip #character development #character writing

[notmorbid]

gilead, pt. 2.

dialogue prompts from gilead by marilynne robinson.

at this time of life, i refuse to be angry.

no one's ever had that kind of courage who hasn't needed it.

maybe i don't understand as much as i should.

i don't want to be old, and i most certainly don't want to be dead.

people have stopped trying to see the sense in what i say.

whatever is coming, i'd be sorry to miss it.

i conceal my motives from myself pretty effectively, sometimes.

i love the way you talk.

i've heard this argument a thousand times and i hate it.

a person can change. everything can change.

sinners are not all dishonorable people.

i wish i could give you the memory i have of that day.

remembering and forgiving can be contrary things.

i always seem to give offense. i don't always intend to.

i wish i could've been like my father.

i do wish we could speak more directly.

sit down. let's give this another try.

when i was small, i thought the lord lived in the attic and paid for the groceries.

i'm trying to be honest.

it's when i try to tell the truth that things go wrong for me.

what is it, exactly, that you want to tell me?

the truth is the truth, even if no one remembers it.

i hope to die with a quiet heart. i know that may not be realistic.

i hate to think what i'd give for a thousand mornings like this. for two or three.

people love where they pity.

i do want to talk, if you're sure that's alright.

history could make a stone weep.

you always look like you're standing too close to a fire.

there are people here now who don't know me from adam. it's wonderful.

in every important way, we are such secrets from each other.

i do believe there's a separate language within each of us.

since it had to happen, i don't regret having been here for it.

somebody had to tell me a few things, sooner or later.

now i've been seemly so long, i'm almost beginning to like it.

it feels a little like returning to the scene of a crime.

i haven't lied in years. they say you can get used to anything.

when i was young, i thought a settled life was what happened to you if you weren't careful.

grace has a great laughter in it.

you'll be just fine.

how can i repay you for all this?

let's just be honest with each other for five minutes.

if your point was to make me angry, i am angry.

i'm not inclined to do much forbidding, these days.

i'd rather drop dead doing for myself than add a day to my life acting helpless.

as you know, i have considerable experience antagonizing people.

i'm no one you can respect.

i just wanted to tell you not to feel so bad.

you always seem to see right through me.

what's the purpose of a prophet, if not to see meaning in trouble?

i feel homesick for a place i've never left.

jesus never had to be old.

nobody ought to be as lonely as you look.

i understand why you have to leave. i really do.

we all love you, you know.

we had to wait a long time, didn't we?

hope deferred is still hope.

i will pray, and then i'll sleep.

#historical meme #rp memes #rp meme #ask memes #inbox memes #families

[truly-morgan]

[Reigen gets drunk and Ekubo take him back home]

EkuRei | Mob Psycho 100 09-07-2023

[#ekurei, drunk Reigen, fluff]

Ekubo wasn't quite sure what he should have expected when he followed Reigen to some drink instead of letting Yoshioka go back home after the job he had helped on.

Having to drag a drunk man back to his apartment wasn't tho.

As loud as Reigen was when drunk, he was surprisingly compliant too, easily following instructions given to him by Ekubo. The spirit sure hoped he was so compliant only because it was him and that he would let anyone else manhandle him and order him around like this.

Although he couldn't stop himself from teasing him, not when Reigen was so wasted anyway. It was funny, doing little things like trying to make him grab something out of reach or make him do something silly to have what he wants.

He actually looked pretty cute like this.

being puked on tho wasn't really cute though.

"There you go, let it all out" Ekubo said, patting Reigen's back gently as he started to take off his now dirty shirt. "Call if you need anything" he simply said, gaining a whine.

He quickly took care of cleaning the dirty kitchen floor, making sure it wouldn't smell absolutely horrible in the morning. Once it was all cleaned up he looked around the cabinet for a glass or a mug, grabbing the first he could get (a mug with a weird bear on it). he filled it with water and brought it with him to the bathroom. He helped the drunken man rinse his mouth of the disgusting feeling, then got some fresh water into him.

"Take those off, you'll smell  disgusting in the morning otherwise" he commented.

"Help" Reigen pouted, which had Ekubo arch a brow

"What are you, five?" he asked.

"Too tired" Reigen slurred, "wanna sleep" he added, opening his arm as if waiting for Ekubo to help.

Ekubo sighed, getting closer again and helping the man strip out of his shirt and jeans, throwing them into the hamper along with his owns. He then dragged a stumbling Reigen back to his bed, looking around for a pyjama. He barely thought about it, fishing out the first thing that seemed clean enough.

Once again Reigen asked to be helped, Ekubo indulging the the in his little caprice.

if it could make him happy somehow and stay this docile he would play along. Not like helping him dress was hard.

He was a little surprised when Reigen suddenly got really close to him, pulling him down for what he assumed to be a kiss. Before Ekubo could stop himself he placed a gentle hand on his mouth, forcing him to stop moving any closer.

"You're drunk" he said quietly, "You don't really want that" he added, a somewhat sad smile on his lips. Ekubo would be happy to kiss him all he wanted, but not when the man was wasted.

Not if it meant Reigen would have either forgotten in the morning or would regret it ever happening.

He couldn't help but chuckle when he heard him whine at his rejection, settling down for a kiss on the forehead instead. "Be nice and go to sleep," he asked.

He was pretty satisfied when Reigen stayed docile for this too, letting him help get into his bed and be tunked in.

Then he was suddenly pulled down, forced to lay down too. "Reigen" he tried warning, only for arms and legs to snake around him some more.

"I want a teddy bear!" the drunken man argued.

Ekubo huffed at this, simply nodding. "Alright, whatever" he agreed. the bed would be more comfortable than the couch anyway.

It wasn't too long before Reigen fell asleep, body growing more pliant to Ekubo's attempt at making them lay on the bed more comfortably. He settled for hugging Reigen in his sleep, holding him close.

"Sorry Yoshioka, I think I'll keep your body until next morning at least" he mumbled half to himself.

It wasn't much, but he'd accept this for now.

Maybe with chance, Reigen would clarify some things in the morning.

for now, he allowed himself another kiss on Reigen's forehead before trying to sleep too.

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#tweet archive #mp100 #mob psycho 100 #ekurei #ekubo #reigen arataka #drunk reigen #ekubo being soft #fluff