#you’re a precious potato to me

[oobbbear]

Please understand that when I say I grab you, I don’t mean grabbing your face or arm thats rude and creepy please don’t do that to anyone

When I say I grab you I’m saying it like I’m grabbing you like a potato. It’s my way of saying hey I appreciate and respect you let’s be friends

#bearz rambling tag #shit post #but no seriously #I really do mean potato when I say I grab you #I say grabbing ppl a lot #I don’t want ppl to misunderstand my intention #you’re a precious potato to me #I’m grabbing you as a sign of respect

[gutsby]

Grow a Uterus and We'll Talk

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: Daryl has a bad case of baby fever, to put it lightly. You’re practically terrified of children. Rick lends you his kid for the night, and together, you come to learn that parenthood might not be the worst thing in the world. Even easier than baking muffins, one might say.

Warnings: Fluff, fluff, fluff, an absurd amount of baby rabies, and fluff. Don’t blame me if y’all get pregnant.

“You lay one finger on me and I’ll bite it off, Dixon.”

You’d done the same damn dance once a month, every month for the past two years, and you were starting to grow annoyed with your boyfriend’s advances.

“Would it really be tha’ bad if we tried it out…just once?” Daryl huffed.

“I don’t know,” you answered, shrugging, “Grow a uterus and we’ll talk.”

The archer playfully lunged at you from across the couch, but you easily side-stepped and took residence at the far end of the room. You reached for a stiletto to throw at his head if he came any closer.

“Still on the baby business, huh?” Carol called as she strode past the living room toward the kitchen.

“Ya know we’d make some damn cute crotch goblins,” Daryl yelled back. You rolled your eyes.

“That isn’t for you to decide, Daryl,” Carol’s voice seemed to toughen, even give him a scolding look from a distance away, “And if you knock her up before she’s ready, I’ll string you up by your balls and feed you to the walkers.”

The woman did not fuck around—and you loved her for it. Presently, you stuck your tongue out at Daryl as if to say, ‘See? I told you so’ and the man simply scowled. Flopped down on the couch and propped his dirty boots up on the coffee table.

“‘Course I wouldn’t try if ye weren’t ready,” he grumbled, “Jus’ wanted you ta consider it.”

You joined him on the couch and nudged his feet off the table.

“Is that why you’ve been parading every baby in Alexandria in my face for the past six months? Hoping I’d ‘consider’ things a little more?” you quipped, raising both eyebrows.

Daryl paused a beat, seemed to chew on his thoughts for a moment or two. Then he offered you a sheepish grin and said,

“Rick and Michonne really need the free childcare.”

You were itching to grab that high heel again. Before you could, though, a sound thundered through your foyer and the front door was thrown open wide. In the blink of an eye, Rick had stumbled through your entryway, passed off his infant to Daryl like a sack of potatoes, and raced back to the door.

“Rick, what the fuck?!” you shouted before he could escape.

“Date night,” Rick answered in a ragged breath, gripping the door frame while he glanced over at Daryl.

Daryl smiled and held Judith to his chest like she might’ve been the most precious thing in the universe. You narrowed your eyes.

“He put you up to this?” you asked, tipping your chin in Daryl’s direction.

Rick didn’t hesitate; he said that he had. Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Daryl shooting daggers at his friend. Promptly, Judith pawed at your boyfriend’s stubbled cheeks and babbled.

Sensing the tension in the air, Carol gathered her belongings and contemplated baking her bread elsewhere—or at least give you and Daryl some space to talk. She started toward the door,

“Walk a lady home?” she said to Rick.

Rick shot her a curious look but accepted anyway. Casting a sidelong glance to the man on the couch and the woman who was currently staring him down with an irate look in her eyes—you—he quickly surmised it was in his best interest to leave. Hopefully Judith was too young to catch on to any curse words that might be hurled in the next several minutes.

“Be good, you three,” Rick gave his parting words before following Carol outside. The door crashed shut behind them.

As soon as it had, you were back on your feet and traipsing out of the room.

“Come on,” Daryl whined.

He followed your steps into the kitchen with Judith still cradled in his arms. There was a pregnant pause as you rifled through your cabinets, wordlessly searching for some ingredients to bake whatever pastry it would take to get your mind off the discomfiture of this situation—you decided on muffins, at length.

It wasn’t like you hated babies. You loved their big bald heads and their pudgy, wobbling legs. You loved the way they giggled and smiled and dribbled food all over their fronts. You didn’t even mind the thought of pregnancy; carrying a pint-sized redneck in your belly for nine months wouldn’t be the worst thing that could happen. 

It was the world that frightened you most. The thought of a newborn child’s slim chances at surviving a place like this. The fear of that alone was enough to have you fighting that dreadful outcome, tracking your cycle like a hound and fighting Daryl off every month when you knew that day was coming. You’d been pretty successful thus far. But by the looks of the man across the kitchen beaming down at the baby, you weren’t sure how long that winning streak would last.

“Wanna hold her?”

“No.”

“Wanna do her hair?”

“She hasn’t got any.”

Daryl shot you a look of mock indignation and stroked Judith’s head.

“You kiddin’? Little Ass Kicker’s gotta have at least fifteen strands by now,” he retorted, tugging at the short blond tufts as if to prove a point.

Judith smiled a toothless grin up at her Uncle Daryl. You all but had to leave the room to stifle the sounds of your reproductive organs screaming, 'Give that man a baby! NOW!' You clenched your stomach and turned away to start preparing the pans.

Daryl perched Judith on his lap and starting puffing out his cheeks. The infant shrieked with laughter. You assembled the flour, sugar, baking powder and salt together on the counter and sought after a bowl.

“Dada, Dada!” Judith chanted. Trying in earnest to say ‘Daryl’ but ending up sounding like she was calling him dad. You dropped the mixing bowl on the countertop with a clatter.

“Daryl, kiddo, Dar-yl,” your boyfriend tried to teach her, enunciating his name a couple more times.

“Dada!” the little tyke howled again as she fisted his shirt in her fingers.

Milk and oil and— eggs. Where are the eggs?

You tore through the fridge and wanted to sob into the shelves with the sheer force of delirium coursing through your veins. Damn you, Charles Darwin, I am not in a place to be procreating right now.

You tried turning your mind to other things—cooking, crying, contemplating the course of human evolution—but when you turned back with the carton of eggs in hand, you almost sent the dozen of them crashing straight to the floor.

Daryl was pinching her chubby cheeks.

If you weren’t so violently inclined to breed a whole new gaggle of progeny with this man, you probably would’ve chucked an egg at his head.

You sighed as you dropped the last of your cooking supplies on the surface of the kitchen island. You planted your hands flat on the granite and stared shamelessly at the two of them. Daryl was feigning ignorance, tapping Judith’s tiny pink nose with the tip of his finger and watching her giggle. When he leaned down to kiss the top of her head, you spun around to kick the oven door shut and cut the appliance off, immediately.

“Alright, you win, you bastard,” you said in a huff.

Daryl looked up from his present occupation, eyeing you innocently.

“What do you mean, hon—”

You cut him short, raising a finger to halt his speech before starting toward the door.

“Shut up,” you muttered as you headed for the stairs, “Meet me up there in five.”

Daryl deposited Judith in her portable playard in a second’s time and went scrambling up those steps faster than he ever had before. 

Silently, speedily, he thanked every one of his lucky stars and his best friend, Rick Grimes.

#daryl dixon #daryl x reader #daryl dixon fluff #fluff #daryl dixon imagine #twd daryl #twd fanfiction #daryl dixon smut #the walking dead #daryl dixon one shot #twd imagine

[fictionsmooches]

Ok buuuut imagine.

Eddie keeps begging Robin to introduce him to her friend. She’s always on the go. It’s like every time Eddie blinks, she’s disappeared again. It’s gotten to the point where Eddie has skipped multiple class periods just to try to figure out your schedule.

Today, he’s ended up at a different lunch period to plead with Robin. He was running out of options. He isn’t the easiest person to blend in. Pretty soon somebody would catch up to his shenanigans.

After weeks and weeks of begging Robin finally humors Eddie. “You wouldn’t like her. She’s uhhh weird. Not your type” she said while picking at her lunch.

Eddie motions to himself “have you seen me? I’m like the weirdest mother fucker in this whole building. Come on! You got a crush on her? Is that the reason why? I mean I respect bro-code but you’re not exactly a bro-“

“Eddie look. (Y/n) is the sweetest person I know. She’s strong and smells really good- BUT anyways no I don’t have a crush on her. I just don’t want to see my precious (y/n) hurt.” She responds, scooping mashed potatoes in her mouth.

He was taken aback. “Ok. I’ll back off. I understand what it means to have a special person you want to protect-“ Eddie stopped speaking when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

“Are you sitting here?” Asked the small voice.

Eddie looked down at himself and noticed the knee he had propped on the bench was taking up way too much space. He then looked behind him.

It was none other then yourself. The beams of light from the cafeteria haloed around you. You looked to angelic. For a split second time stopped. Eddie’s world was complete.

“I’ll find another seat” you smiled.

Eddie grabbed your lunch tray and placed it on the table. He grabbed a hold of your hands. He noted in his mind how small your hands felt incased his.

“No. By all means. The seat it yours.” He smiled so wide. He placed his hand behind your back and sat you on the bench gently.

You looked at Robbin confused. “He your friend?”

Robbin sighed. “What happened to ‘protecting your loved ones, Munson’!?”

Without breaking eye contact with you Eddie said “fuck the bro-code Robin.”

#eddie x y/n #eddie x you #eddie munson #stranger things #Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie fluff #Eddie Munson fluff #stranger things fluff #x reader #eddie munson imagine #stranger things imagine

[choclatecoveredlove]

Your favorite??

synopsis: when asked who your favorite person is you respond with their name. they respond accordingly.

dorm leaders x reader

Riddle

are you- are you serious???

face is even redder than his hair

he can’t function for like a solid 20 minutes

has to make sure he isn’t hearing things

for the record you’re his favorite person too

he won’t admit it though because as a dormhead he has to remain unbiased

“Prefect, about what you said earlier, about me being your favorite- did you um.. did you mean what you said?.. Y-You did? Well I appreciate the sentiment.”

Leona

smug as hell

yeah of course he’s your favorite

he basically knew it already

honestly though it makes him so happy

he’s somebody’s #1 for once???

immediately pulls you into a tight hug and refuses to let go

“What’s wrong herbivore? Don’t you wanna be held by your favorite person? … And for the record, you’re my favorite person too, so don’t go sayin’ that about anyone else, ‘kay?”

Azul

oh shoot you killed azul

his brain is just white noise for like a solid hour

floyd and jade have a great time teasing him about it

he cant believe someone said something so nice to him

does he cry later when he thinks about it? yes

“ I’m the prefects favorite, really?!? This isn’t a joke?? I mean.. of course I’m their favorite. Um please excuse me, I have to do something..”

Kalim

he’s your what??????

well youre his favorite too!!!

but so is jamil

oh and his mom and dad and his siblings and-

but now he wants to throw a party to show how happy he is that you said that

“Huh?!? Do you mean it?!? Wow, that’s so sweet!! Hehe you’re so cute! You’re my favorite person too y’know!!”

Vil

he’s definitely heard that before

it means a lot more coming from you though

he already knew that he was though

he’ll make you say it whenever he’s feeling down

will make you say it in front of neige

he is your fairest one of all

“Oh? I’m your favorite, do you truly mean that? That’s very sweet of you potato. Since you shared a secret with me I’ll share one with you as well, you’re my favorite as well.”

Idia

passes out

ortho has to wake him up

bright pink hair

super embarrassed but also super cocky at the same time

like he’s a loser shut-in but also he’s a genius so why wouldn’t you like him???

he doesn’t associate with a lot of people so it’s kinda hard to pick favorites but you’re up their

“ I-I-I’m your what??!?!? You can’t just say things like that!!! I guess I get it though- I mean I’m basically a genius so why wouldn’t I be your favorite!!”

Malleus

ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ

woah no one has ever said that to him before (sebek is the exception)

after the initial shock wears off he becomes smug

i mean why wouldn’t you like him

he’s a crown prince, handsome, and incredibly talented

“ Child of man, I did not know you felt so strongly about me. Truth be told, I feel very strongly about you as well, you are the most precious thing in the world to me. Shall we begin our courtship now?”

A/n: Umm okay first work is fine idk i threw up before writing this so brain is a little fuzzy. hope you enjoy at least!! and feel free to request something ^^

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader #twisted wonderland #twst riddle #twst fanfic

[astraysimp]

Hi besties! I’m back with more dad!skz Hannie edition! I hope y’all are ready, because Han and his twins are a handful and a half! I’ve really been enjoying writing dad!skz, maybe I’m having slight baby fever idk 

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: Yours and Han’s twins ( fraternal boy and girl) are a handful…..yet somehow Han may be the most to deal with. 

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Warnings: Dad!Han, your twins are 1 year old, both twins have Han’s cheekies and boba eyes( it would be a crime if they didn’t), super fluffy, pouty Hannie, pet names, boy boy is a mumma’s boy and baby girl is a daddy’s girl, fem!reader

⌦ .｡.:*♡ Ji-Yeong is your energetic daddy’s girl, who is TOTALLY wrapped around her little finger 

⌦ .｡.:*♡Ji-Seok is your more calm baby. He is definitely a mommy’s boy but does get in trouble with his sister. The older twin–even if it’s only by 2 minutes 

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You had just gotten home from work, feeling tired and ready to settle down for the night with your babies and husband, Jisung. Parking your car in the driveway and locking the doors, you toed your shoes off, letting out a sigh. Expecting to hear laughing and giggles, you were met with silence. Confused, you made your way into the kitchen, seeing your husband asleep on the couch, two sleeping babies next to him. 

But…..it  was dinner time. Smiling to yourself, you leaned down placing kisses on their heads. “Sungie? Honey? Wake up, my love. It’s dinner time, we got two hungry babies to feed.” You whispered, seeing him shuffle, as your baby boy started waking up. Jisung, then, opened his eyes, looked around, still groggy. “Huh? What? Oh, hi my love. You’re home.” He sleepily smiled, pecking your lips. You smiled and carefully took Ji-Seok into your arms, feeling him nuzzle into your hold. “Hi my baby boy, did you miss mommy, hm?” You smiled, as he put his chubby hands on your cheeks, smushing his lips to yours. “Mommy gets a kiss,too? Waaaahh, my baby is too sweet.” You smiled, seeing Jisung get up, with Ji-Yeong in his arms. Turning to them, you smiled, kissing Ji-Yeong on her cheeks. “Oh my goodness! Is that my precious flower?!” You smiled, pressing more kisses to her and her brother’s faces as they giggled. Pouting, Jisung looked at you, his lower lip jetted out. “W-what about me? I was your baby first. Where’s dada’s kiss?” He whined, cheeks puffing up just like the twins’. Laughing, you kissed  him all over his face, pressing multiple kisses to his lips. “Is that better,hm? My big baby.” You giggled, pinching his cheek, as he nodded.”Okay okay, I have three hungry babies to feed,” You smiled.

Once you and Jisung made it to the kitchen, you each sat the twins in their high chairs and fastened bibs around their necks. “Hmmm, are my babies hungry? Do my babies want to eat?” You smiled, as the twins smacked their hands against the trays of their highchairs and Jisung nodded. So, you grabbed each of their bottles, food and spoons, before sitting in front of them. Taking a spoonful of mashed sweet potatoes, you hold it out to Ji-Yeong, then repeating the same to Ji-Seok. “Aaahhhh, say ahhh. Mmmmm yummy.” You smiled, as they ate, their cheeks puffing up just like Jisung’s did. But, then you turned your head , where Jisung sat pouting. “Yah, Yeobo-ah. What’s wrong?why are you pouting and sulking and not helping me feed them?” He whined, crossing his arms, “I want to be fed too!” Jisung whined and your jaw dropped. “Yah! Aigoo! Sungie, they’re babies , you’re an adult. Why do I need to feed you too?” You groaned, resuming feeding the twins. “Because I was your baby first, yeobo! What about me?!” Rolling your eyes, you flicked his forehead, and grabbed his chopsticks. “Say ahhhh, my babies,” You smiled, feeding them sweet potatoes, before turning to feed Jisung a bite of his Japchae. Watching his cheeks puff up, you smiled as he chewed his food. “Mmm, thank you, darling.” he muttered, through a mouthful of food. You just rolled your eyes.

45 minutes of feeding three babies–yeah Jisung that includes you– you put the empty dishes in the dishwasher and picked up Ji-Seok. “Aigooo, my precious prince is getting so big. But, now it’s bath time, so you get all clean for bedtime.” You smiled, tickling his tummy. Jisung had Ji-Yeong in his arms, bouncing her as he kissed her cheeks. “Bath time for my babies. Sungie, that doesn’t include you.” You pointed at him, before kissing Ji-Yeong’s nose. “Wah! Why not?!” “Yah, what do you mean why not?! You’re an adult. I’m not bathing you!” You three back, walking to your upstairs bathroom. Following you up, Jisung  whined,”But wwwwhhhyyyyyy? I want you to bathe meeeee,” He pouted. You sighed, running a bath for the babies, you undressed Ji-Seok and set him in as Jisung did the same with JI-Yeon. Bath time went as smoothly as it could with twins and a whiny Jisung. “Baby, I will do your skincare routine for you, that’s it. No bath, take it or leave it.” Yo untold him, as you washed the baby shampoo out of Ji-Seok’s hair. Nodding his head, Jisung smiled and giggled to the twins. “Wahhh, isn’t mommy so nice babies? Should we give her kissies?” He smiled, carefully picking both babies up (with a small groan) before they all pressed their lips on your face. Laughing, you returned their kisses, as you took Ji-Seok into your arms, drying with a towel and dressing him into pajamas.”Ooooh, thank you so much my babies. My sweet babies.” 

You and Jisung made your way into the twins’ nursery, both babies in pajamas and ready for bed. Smiling, you carefully laid Ji-Seok in his crib, a stuffed quokka next to him–we know you did that, Jisung. Kissing his forehead you smiled, walking over to where Jisung has laying an already asleep Ji-yeong in her crib. You and Jisung kissed her forehead.”Sweet dreams, my angels.” You smiled, holding Jisung’s hand, as you made your way back to the bathroom; after you shut the nursery light off and closed the door. “Time to get my third baby ready for bed too huh?” You smiled, gently pushing him to sit on the closed toilet seat. He smiled and nodded,sliding his hands around your waist. “Yes, please, baby.Thank you,” he smiled, pecking your lips. Kissing him back, you smiled and slid a hairband on him. “Wah, so cute. My precious Sungie.” You pinched his cheeks as he laughed, his heart shaped smile appearing. “Ssttoopppp. You’re making me blush.” He pouted, cheeks turning red as you giggled. Washing his face off with facewash, you wiped his face with a toner pad. “ Why should I stop? My hubby is so cute and he gave me the cutest little munchkins.” You smiled, squishing his cheeks. Pulling you against him, he whined, “Jagiyaaaaaa, stopppp. I’m all blushy.” He smiled and rested his chin on your stomach to look up at you. “But, you’re so cute. Sooooooo cute, those big eyes and that cute nose and puffy cheeks. Gaahhh I just want to bite those cheeks!” You giggled, kissing his nose and cheeks, multiple times. Pouting, he stood up and pulled you into his chest. “Let’s go to bed, can’t handle your cuteness, anymore.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. So, you finished your night routines and brushed your teeth, ready to cuddle in bed. 

Reaching your bedroom, Jisung flicked the lights on and made his way to his side of the bed. “Tuck me in, please?” He pouted at you, making grabby hands. Giggling, you nodded and walked over to his side, holding the blankets up.”Sure, jagi. Get in.” You smiled, as he climbed in and settled himself against the headboard. “Mmm, so warm. Thank you, darling. “ Nodding, you climbed into your  side of the bed and slid into his side. Suddenly feeling sentimental, Jisung placed a kiss to the top of your head and squeezed you tighter to his side. “Hey, honey love?” He asked, looking down at you. You looked ar him , and soothingly rubbed a hand against his chest. “Yes, my dear?” You softly smiled, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. “Thank you.” He said, softly. “For what, Sungie?” You asked, watching him as he ran a hand through his hair before grabbing your hand and fiddling with your wedding ring. “Everything. For choosing me, loving me, saying yes to me, marrying me, giving me the twins. Just….thank you. I love you so much, and the twins. You three are my world, my everything.” He whispered, still messing with your ring. Smiling softly, you pulled him into a soft love filled kiss. “Oh Jisungie, my sweet hubby. I will always choose you, always have and always will. It’s always been you, for me. Thank you,too, for choosing  and loving me. And for showing me what love is, whether it’s the love you show me or the love you show our angels.” You smiled, eyes welling up with tears. He,too, teared up and pulled you in for a tight, warm cuddle. “Yeobo…….my little honey bear…..we were meant to be together in every life in every universe.” He whispered, wiping your tears. “You’re my Sungie. I love you,” you whispered in his chest,a day of taking care of your babies(including Jisung) catching up to you and fell asleep. He smiled and turned the lights off, patting your hair. “And you’re my ynnie, forever and always.” Those were the last words he whispered, falling asleep,himself.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀Please don’t steal,repost or plagiarize my works. ASraySimp 2023˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀

Tags| @jinnie-ret @binsito @channiesbakery

#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #stray kids texts #lee know fluff #seungmin fluff #seungmin x reader #han jisung fluff #jeongin x reader #bang chan #changbin fluff #han jisung fake texts #han jisung x reader #skz han #han x reader #skz texts #skz imagines #han skz #skz jisung #dad!skz

[euaphoric]

“you are legally obligated to keep holding me!”

it’s been raining and storming bricks outside all day so i went to distract myself, pop in some headphones and zone out while writing a comfort (and a little smutty) fic about jk soothing you during a thunderstorm! very much not proofread srry

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[6:02 pm] you’d spent the entire evening cuddling and watching movies at home with your boyfriend. it was one of those days where you just chill and be couch potatoes for the whole day; not very productive but is much needed after the busy week you both had. the sky was no longer a bright, pearl blue instead turning a dull grey and heavy sounds of raindrops pattering against the window sill made you realize how gloomy it’s become. it was such a beautiful day out earlier, regretting the fact you didn’t take advantage of it before it was too late. “i guess we’ll have to scrap going to that retro themed diner we wanted to check out..” he sadly announces, looking over at the dreary weather mother nature has presented. “there’s always next time babe, don’t worry about it!” you snuggle up to get closer with your back against his chest. “i know but i was actually really looking forward to go! there’s this cool action figure display they have right when you walk in and it’s like heaven for collectors like me.” he gushed like a fanboy, his little rants and raves about his interests always made you fall in love with him all over again. you appreciated when he talked about the things he was most passionate about, it made you feel closer to him than ever.

[6:54 pm] “you want me to cook or order takeout babe?” his voice brings you out of your trance. you haven’t noticed that you weren’t paying attention to the movie and instead daydreaming off into la la land. you can’t help but be fully head empty, no thoughts when you’re laying in jungkook’s arms. “hm… doesn’t matter, i’ll take both!” you can never just make up your mind. he sighs, knowing that he’ll have to decide for the both of you. as the rain grows heavier, the elements of the outside only seems to worsen by the minute. a blinding strike of lightning echoes with a flash, only to be seen once again in a few minutes. then your worst fear just so seems to show up, the menacing sounds of thunder. you’ve been petrified of thunder since you were a child, never really getting over the fear even through adulthood. some may find it silly but hopefully your boyfriend won’t judge you for it. you curled up into a ball, bringing your knees to your chin as jungkook still has his arms wrapped around you. “everything okay bun?” he could easily sense when you were upset by something, you had some insane couple telepathy going on. “yeah, why wouldn’t it?” you awkwardly pause for a bit, “i’m totally fin— AH!!!” you scream while flinching. another crash of thunder mixed with lightning almost induces a heart attack in you. “is my precious baby scared of the thunder?” he probes, not wanting to make you feel embarrassed for being frightened. you nod, feeling your hands shake from getting too anxious and overwhelmed, beginning to feel helpless in this moment. “don’t worry baby, you’re safe. i’m right here, i’ll go get you some water and be right ba-” he tries to release his grasp but you don’t let him. “NO,” you respond quickly, pulling him back without a second thought “you are legally obligated to keep holding me!” you claim, hoping he’ll take the bait and want to never leave your sight. “okay miss. y/n you got it, it’s only right i listen to the team captain’s orders correct?” “correct.”

[7:38 pm] an idea came to jungkook’s mind when thinking of ways to distract you, he knows it’s not the purest but he knew that it would take your mind off things in an instant. he kiss you tenderly, being gentle with every move he makes as if you are fragile like glass. his broad frame hovers over your body as he thrusts into you slowly, nuzzling his face into the crook of your shoulder while calling you his sweet baby and precious angel. his strokes were agonizingly slow, but when he slams his cock deeper in you by surprise you whimper and cry out a bit. his low groans and pants can be heard under his breath, even though he’s going slower than usual he already feels him at his breaking point. “ah— gonna cum y/n, fuck babe!” he roars almost as louder as the thunder from earlier. speaking of thunder, the rain has subsided now. his cock has done more than a good job at pacifying your frenzied state, turning you completely cock dumb for him. it only took a couple more deep strokes to your walls to get you on the brink of your release and have you in shambles. your body went limp soon as you came, feeling as though your soul left it’s body. he still kept his cock in you after cumming inside, reeling you in with a sensual kiss. soft moans fill both your mouths, the air smells of sweaty sex and apple cider candles. you know you wouldn’t have gotten through that frightening thunderstorm without him by your side, he finds it sweet you need his protecting. “you’re so damn cute, you know that?” he blurts, making you giggle against his chest. “not a second goes by where i don’t want to swallow you whole.” figuratively speaking, he’s already done that before many many times.

i feel like this ended weirdly but… we move. pls leave a like/comment/reblog if you liked it, it’ll make my day \(^_^)/

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #jeon jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook smut #jungkook x female reader #bts smut #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #jk smut #jk x reader #jungkook drabbles

[vixstarria]

A cut

Saw a post along the lines of Astarion running over to you in camp like a cat to a can of tuna the moment you accidentally cut yourself, and felt like writing a short little something. 

Would take place after you’ve let him feed on you, but before you’ve slept with him.  

Astarion x Tav, early Act 1, blood drinking 

Ever the night owls, you and Astarion were the last two still up by the campfire. He was reading some book he had picked up along the way, and you were sharpening your dagger. Just as he got up and was about to walk past you on the way to his tent, you cut your thumb on the blade. Not deep enough to need stitches or healing, but deep enough for an immediate rush of blood. 

“Ah! Son of a...” you winced.  

“How clumsy of you, dear. Shall I have a look?” you heard from Astarion, as he crouched down near you. 

“Oh what, you want some of this?” you cut to the chase, nodding at the bleeding wound. 

“...Do you want me to want it, darling? It would be rude of me to decline if you did,” he answered reaching out for your hand. You made a gesture as if to offer it to him, before stopping. 

“Wait. How do I know you don’t have rabies?” You jerked your hand back. “In fact, there’s no way your mouth is sanitary, who knows where you’ve been putting it.” 

“Oh please,” he rolled his eyes. “As if you weren’t about to stick it into your own filthy mouth.” His eyes returned to the thumb. “It’s about to start dripping everywhere.” 

“It is," you agreed. "And it would pain you to waste a single precious drop, wouldn’t it?” 

“You know, contrary to popular belief, vampires don’t lose their minds at the mere sight of blood.” He was getting annoyed. “Do you get excited and start salivating every time you see a potato?” 

“You’re right, I should just wipe it and bandage it up.” 

“Oh for hells’ sake, give it here,” he dropped his nonchalance, grabbing your hand and sticking your thumb into his mouth.  

You felt Astarion running his incisors along the flesh of your thumb to urge more blood out, followed by a feeling of his tongue running along the wound and a sensation of sucking. He looked so focused on his task that it was almost endearing. Thinking creature blood was still very new and utterly irresistible to him.

Then, as if suddenly coming to his senses, he glanced at you sheepishly, meeting your eyes, your thumb still in his mouth.  

You turned your hand so your index finger rested beneath Astarion’s chin, and withdrew your thumb from him, first slowly running it along his lower lip and leaving a subtle trail of blood, all while maintaining eye contact.  

“Well then,” you said softly. “You were heading to bed? I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

“...Yes,” he said, blinking. “...Right. Good night.” 

You smiled to yourself and returned to your tasks as he walked off without another word.  

#Astarion #bg3 #baldur’s gate 3 #Astarion gets hit by reverse seduction card #Astarion walking off wondering what the hell just happened #yes I did suck my own thumb to figure out the logistics #did you?

[nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos]

Hi there! I'm just popping in to say that I looove all of your fics and headcanons for the One Piece men! I'm looking forward to reading more of your ongoing projects as you share them ☺️

Would you consider, in the future, maybe doing a request for headcanons of Zoro, Sanji, Shanks, and Mihawk with a short/petite female reader?

Thank you, and keep up the superb writing!

💚🩵❤️🧡

First, thank you so much!!! So so happy you're enjoying them, I am honored.

Soo most of my female characters actually are on the shorter/more petite side. I don’t like self-inserting when writing (doesn’t bother me at ALL to read it, I just don’t like writing myself), so they’re about as different from me as possible in appearance, which means short and small.

So I’ve got PLEEEENTY of headcanons for this!!

Short Stuff

NSFW Headcanons

OPLA!Sanji, Zoro, Shanks, Mihawk x AFAB!Petite!Reader

♫♬Baby Doll — The Fratellis♬♫

Baby doll, do you believe they’ll catch you when you fall,

And when morning comes, the sun is gonna shine?

Sanji

"I've never met anyone sweeter than you in my life, love."

Honestly thinks you’re the cutest thing in the world. Just wants to cuddle you forever and protect you from everything.

If you’re self-conscious about your size for any reason he definitely isn’t going to tease you about it; won’t even make mention of it, if that’s what you prefer, but he still absolutely loves it.

Loves to carry you on his back if you have to walk anywhere, you resting your chin or your cheek on his shoulder, your arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders.

Honestly so gentle, like he’s afraid of breaking you, you’re just so precious and cute and he doesn’t want to do anything that could ever even potentially hurt you.

Loves even more to carry you like a princess to bed, one arm around your back and his other under your knees, brushing his lips to yours.

Showering you with murmured praises, laying you down gently and kissing every inch of you, trailing his lips across your skin.

Just dying between your thighs while you come over and over again on his tongue.

Zoro

“Oh, yeah? And what are you gonna do about it, midget?”

“Midget” is a term of endearment…though he does use it to get on your nerves just a little because it’s cute seeing someone so small get so annoyed.

Like the top of your head barely comes up to his chin, seriously, what are you going to do about it?

Not being cruel by any means, just light teasing. Just enough to make your cheeks go a little red, to make you purse your lips and shove at him or punch at his arm.

You get too annoyed and he just wraps his hands around your waist and lowers his head down to kiss you, murmur against your lips that you’re just so sexy when you’re pissed off, and goddammit if you don’t forgive him every time.

Loves using you to help with his strength training, e.g. sitting cross-legged on his back while he’s doing push-ups.

Which usually results in him flipping you onto your back and fucking you senseless at some point.

Still counts as endurance training, so win-win.

Shanks

"Come on now, love. You're not short, you're just fun-sized!"

You are his babydoll and you must be protected at all costs. Doesn’t matter if you’re an adept fighter or not, you must be protected at all costs.

You’re just so tiny and fragile and adorable, he literally has no choice.

And he absolutely loves it.

Coming up behind you and resting his chin or his cheek over the crown of your hair, pulling you back against him by your waist because you just fit against him so perfectly.

Or stooping down when you least expect it to catch you around the middle and just carry you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, chuckling at your protest the whole time.

The sight of you straddling him makes him completely feral—your thighs wrapped around him, your hips rolling, your slight form on full display for him to drink in.

Gritting his teeth while you grind against his cock, clenching his hand around your hip to pull you up…and then right back down, groaning as you slowly sink down onto him, slowly filling you inch by inch.

Struggling the entire time to hold himself back, to let you set the pace, you’re so much smaller than him and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you, but it’s oh so hard no to just seize you by the waist and pound into you.

Loves when you lay across his chest in the serenity of the afterglow, with your head resting against his shoulder, running his fingers through your hair or resting his hand over your ass, brushing his lips to your forehead and your temple and your neck.

Will likely hold you there like that all night if you have no protest over it.

Mihawk

"You're pushing your luck, my little bird."

You brat him and he will literally pick you up and put you up on a high shelf somewhere that you can’t get down from and leave you there until you get your act together.

Probably just sip a glass of wine and smirk while you protest.

Has absolutely no issue using your size against you. It makes you seem all the more like a toy, his little plaything.

It’s something of a power rush, how easy it is to pin you down, how easily he can wrap one hand around both of your wrists and pin them over your head and refuse you the pleasure of touching him while he teases you to the brink of madness.

Pinning you to a wall, shoving his hand down your panties, his eyes locked onto yours the entire time while you beg for more.

It’s so, so easy to control you, to control your pleasure or deny it entirely while he revels in your whimpering and whining and pleading.

So easy to rip away your panties, pick you up by your thighs, pin you against a wall and thrust into you, rail you until you’re breathless and screaming his name.

Your legs wrapped around his hips, his eyes occasionally scanning down your slight form before locking back onto your gaze again.

So easy to carry you to bed after, to revel in your limp and trembling form pressed against his side with your arm across his chest and his tucked under your neck and curled around your back to hold you against him and comb his fingers through your hair.

#opla #one piece #mihawk #shanks #sanji #zoro #opla mihawk #opla shanks #opla sanji #opla zoro #headcanons #one piece headcanons #smut #fluff

[coralinnii]

So are we gonna get a part 2 to some of the reincarnated as a villain or will it remain open ended ( like will vils lover somehow survive etc)

"If you are a villain, then let me be your accomplice" 

feat: Vil 

genre: hurt/comfort?

note: sequel to “being reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy”, mentions of d*ath and near d*ath, mentions of attempted poisoning

series masterlist

for now, it's just Vil but feel free to request for anyone else :)

You awoke in a bed which was not your own and you felt a sense of deja vu. It was just like the day when you woke up into this world of what you first thought was fictional work. You slowly rose from the covers and felt parched in your throat. Goodness, how long were you out? 

You looked around and saw a bell by the bed. You recognized it as a service call bell so you gave it a couple of swings. It felt to you only a few seconds before you heard rushed footsteps coming towards your room and from the entrance came familiar people; the Schoenheit house butler, your head maid, and surprisingly your husband. The servants looked haggard as though they ran across the mansion and while your husband fared better, he had a look of disheveled relief and mild shock. 

“Your grace!” Your maid cried out as she held back her tears. “You’re finally awake!” 

Now, you remembered why you vaguely remember this room. You were still in the Schoenheit house, but in Vil’s personal bedroom that was next to his study room. 

“What happened?” 

The room silenced, and the senior servants looked to Vil with worry. Vil, looking pensive, waved his hand and the help knew to leave the room, giving the two of you privacy. When the butler closed the doors, Vil made his way to the chair situated by your bed. You wondered if you had visitors often if the chair was already there. 

The blond noble sighed and confessed the events of that night. He told you how you collapsed to the floor, your neck and face bleeding from your desperate scratches. Vil ordered a guard to find a member from the Rosehearts family and then told Rook to disperse the crowd. Behind his closest aid, Vil drank a portion of the antidote and transferred it to you through a rushed kiss, disguising the act as a husband's attempt to breathe life into his partner. When a doctor from the Rosehearts family arrived, they deduced the cause of your distress as a severe allergic reaction. 

“But it wasn't,” Vil furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at you. “And you knew, didn’t you?”

“Sir Vil, I don-“ he cut you off. 

“LeBlanche didn’t even get the chance to drink it before you requested his drink” Vil recounted what the young count heir told him while in tears, convinced it was his fault. But it wasn’t, it was his. “You immediately took the poison and looked at me, as though you knew what I did” 

You were confused on what to do. To see your husband, your ultimate bias, shaking his seat with a look of utter defeat that was so unlike him. He looked straight into your eyes, looking as though he had resigned to something. 

“You truly love that man, enough to die for him” he smiled sadly and rose to his feet “I will write up a request for divorce. I doubt you wish to stay with the man that tried to kill your beloved”

No, that’s what you want! Not at all! 

You scrambled out from the heavy covers, hurriedly getting to your feet. However, due to the time spent unconscious, the muscles in your legs were not in full operation. You fell to your knees with a loud thud which got your husband (while he is still your husband) to turn around. The beautiful man rushed to your aid while reprimanding you. 

“You foolish potato, you just woke up!” Despite his scolding, you giggled at his nickname for you. “Hah, must you always be so reckless?” 

“I am reckless because I know you are here to help me regardless” you smiled before turning serious “I didn’t do it because I love Neige” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Neige is precious to me, yes” you were glad that your friend remained unharmed from this incident, but he was more of a happy byproduct of your actions. “But I did it to protect you, Sir Vil” 

Vil shot you a questioning look as he led you back to your (really his) bed. “Explain your reasoning” 

You let out a sigh. “If Neige drank the poison without finishing it, the drink would be traced back to you and you would be punished for attempted assassination” 

Vil narrowed his eyes “So you did know” 

You nodded and continued “I couldn’t leave the drink be and everyone was watching us so I did what I thought was best”

“And you would throw away your life just because of that?!” Vil grew angry at your dangerous reasoning. “Even if you were questioned for tossing a drink or dropping a glass, that would be better than dying!” 

“You know it’s not!” You argued back.

Realistically, Vil was right but you couldn’t bring yourself to agree. The imperial palace was the host of the ball and refusing a drink or being seen wasting anything from the dinner is an act of disrespect to the royal family’s generosity. To many in high society including you, a pitiful death is better than bringing shame onto the family.

“I know the reason I was chosen to be in this family” you saw Vil flinched, you guessed he thought you didn’t know. “Even if it’s tragic, my death would have been easier to forgive than disrespecting the royal family” 

Vil has remained silent for a while, he was too stunned by this revelation to speak. The nights where you were unconscious, he was convinced that your last smile was meant to haunt him for his horrendous choices. His ugly nature was the cause of your end and you wanted him to be reminded of that every time he remembered your smile. 

Bravely, you took the chance to reach for his hands, still shaking from the truth that was revealed. You nervously asked, “Can I still stay here?” By your side? 

You broke him. You broke the once unbreakable man that was Vil Schoenheit as he shook violently with tears in his violet-coloured eyes. 

Who were you, he thought. Who were you to see the horrendous side of him and still choose to stay. 

#can you tell I watch dramas? #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst imagines #vil schoenheit #vil x reader

[arc-misadventures]

An Answer That Leads to More Questions

Jeanne: Uhh… Wasn’t it just going to be the four of us?

Juniper: Yes, but your sisters caught wind of our conversation so they demanded they be involved, and considering your secrets have included them to some capacity, I have elected that they can, and should join us for this conversation. Is that okay.

JJ: Perfectly.

Juniper: Okay, you may now begin.

Jaune: Okay, but first: What we’re about to say doesn’t leave this family. Second, suspend your feelings of disbelief. And, thirdly, save all your questions for the end.

Angela: Why should we suspend our…?!

Jaune: Save your question for the end!

Angela: Sorry.

Jaune: Haa… Okay, I’ll go first, unless?

Jeanne: I’ll interject when it seems appropriate.

Jaune: That works. Alright… This is the second life I have lived. In my first life I had seven sisters, and two parents. The same nine individuals you see before you, bar, Jeanne. Jeanne was not one of my sisters in my past life.

Jeanne: This my second life; In my first life I had the same parents we all have, Juniper, and Archeius Arc, but I had seven brothers, instead of seven sisters. And, Jaune was not one of my brothers in my past life.

Jaune: We lived two separate lives in two separate worlds of, Remnant. The worlds were mostly the same, but there were differences that allowed us to tell the difference between the two. The main factor was that most people in my world were of the opposite gender compared to, Jeanne’s. And, more importantly everything didn’t go to hell in her world as my did in mine.

Jeanne: We only knew about the existence of these parallel worlds because the two of us would randomly swap places with each other with no warning.

Jaune: We simply called the times when we switched places, A Swap. We would spend an indeterminate of time there, then randomly we would appear in a room we called, The White Room. Because everything was white. There we would meet up, chat, and randomly swap back. The randomness of the swaps caused us most of the problems we had with the swaps…

Jeanne: Yeah, I could be laying in my bed one moment, then I’m sitting at a desk in the cafeteria the next.

Jaune: Or, being grabbed by a, Beringel one moment where you’re about to slam your sword through the damn thing’s skull, only to slash through a plate of mashed potatoes in the cafeteria, covering everyone in said mash potatoes.

Jeanne: Confessing how much you’re in love to girl of your dreams, only to say it to a completely different person. And, told that your confession was pathetic so you spend the rest of your time trying to come up with something better instead.

Jeanne: Coming out of the, White Room to suddenly seen your teammates head has been shoved through a wall… again.

Jaune: Getting pelted in the face with a cream pie nanoseconds as you come back from the, White Room.

Jeanne: I got decked in the face one time because of that.

Jaune: My personal favourite was when I was having a conversation with someone outside, only to scream at her that no I did not ask her alternative universes male counterpart how big his dick was. Only to realize I said that in the middle of a classroom full of people.

Jeanne: These were just some of the more… pleasant times we experienced during our, Swaps.

Jaune: Pleasant for you! During our first swap, I was attacked; I was punched in the chest, tied up, was thrown about with a semblance, had a 50. cal pointed at my head, punched in the gut again, and then I was thrown into a cell in the depths of, Beacon Academy! All because I had somehow kidnapped their precious, Angel…

Saphron: Angel?

Jeanne: That was just a nickname I got because of my semblance’s abilities.

Jaune: You know damn well it was because of that smile you use on people!

Jeanne: Shut up.

Jaune: Don’t you try, and deny it, you flashed them that angelic smile once, they gave you tea, and cookies while I got a black eye!

Jeanne: Hehe… Because of me, and my influence most people didn’t like, Jaune in my world.

Jaune: Or, in mine either. Well, I think most people tolerated me in my world. After meeting, Jeanne they gave up hiding it, and outright showed their hostility, and indifference towards me.

Jeanne: Even our… well, my parents didn’t like you…

Jaune: Not even my parents liked me! Well, they didn’t have faith in me, which is debatably the same thing if you ask me. They offered you all the proper training, and equipment to become a, Huntress. Mine gave me encouraging words that it will be okay when I come home when I fail. Notice how I said, when, not if.

Jeanne: Well at least your team at, Beacon believed in you.

Jaune: Aye, but your presence made everyone else who believed in me cast me to the side. Hell, those bitches outright said it to my face, and acted like I wasn’t even there!

Jeanne: Well you ruined my relationship with people too just by showing up too!

Jaune: And, was that a bad thing?!

Jaune: …

Jaune: No seriously; Was that a bad thing? You broke off all contact with them yourself. Hell, you even got your partner kicked off your team because of me.

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: Well… After you showed up, they did show their true colours, and show me that they were after me because they were in love with the image of, Jeanne Arc, and not the person who was, Jeanne Arc.

Jeanne: You don’t suppose their actions made me gay do you?

Jaune: No, you’re bisexual. Seeing, and dealing with their antics just tainted the possibility of you developing any kind of relationship with them; Platonic, or sexual.

Jeanne: I developed standards?

Jaune: Pretty much.

Jeanne: So my standards are you then~?

Jaune: …

Jaune: So, anyway the, Vytal Festival happened…

Jeanne: Coward.

Jaune: And, while the festival was ending, we were… I… I don’t think I should tell you what happened.

Juniper: Why not?

Jaune: Well… If I tell you something happened… Will it then happen?

Thiriana: Like in those stories where someone is told their fate, and they do everything they can to change their fate, but their attempt to change their fate they’ve sealed themselves to their fate?

Jaune: Precisely. I’m worried if I let something slip it could happen, and my life in my world was hell…

Jeanne: But, this isn’t my world, or your world at that, Jaune. There are already many differences in it, sure there are similarities, but they are not all the same. We can tell them, just not everything in extreme detail, okay?

Jaune: …

Jaune: We won’t tell them the names of people then. Otherwise things could get… difficult.

Jeanne: Good plan.

Angela: Soooo… What happened at the, Vytal Festival?

Jeanne: Well in my world my team competed in the Vytal Festival, and I managed to lead my team to victory! Even after we reformed our team a few weeks before!

Acheius: Impressive. You two will be in school when the next festival takes place; you two planning on entering?

Jeanne: We will destroy all those who stand before us!

Acheius: …

Acheius: Sweet.

Thiriana: I take it things weren’t as nice as that in your world, Jaune?

Jaune: We… We were attacked…

Angela: I don’t take it you’re talking about during a match?

Jaune: No… Vale was attacked… This shadow organization caused an attack that lead to the destruction of, Beacon Academy, and the deaths of hundreds.

Juniper: Oh gods…

Luna: Y-You were there when it happened…?!

Jaune: I was there… I fought during the, Fall. That’s… that’s what we called that day, The Fall. It was hell, Grimm roming the streets of, Vale, hordes of them pouring through, Beacon… So much, death, and destruction. I lost people there too, people I loved… People I was going to ask out on dates… But… They died that day too…

Angela: It was, Pyrrha… Pyrrha Nikos…

Jaune: What?

Angela: You said, “I don’t want to lose her again.” You said that when we talked about, Pyrrha Nikos.

Jaune: …

Jaune: It was, Pyrrha Nikos… She was my partner at, Beacon. We could have been more than that as well… but…

Luna: Oh, my god…

Janette: H-How did she die…? To the, Grimm?

Jaune: She was murdered… she sacrificed herself to defeat the villain who orchestrated the fall of, Beacon Academy. She failed though…

Juniper: Is this why you’re always training so harshly, and pushing, Jeanne to fight more smart, and honing her skills?

Jaune: Ehhh…?

Jeanne: That’s just playing smart. I wasn’t that good when I entered, Beacon. I was good enough to enter, but I was never that good. Besides, most of our training is us trying to get back into the same fighting shape we had in our primes.

Juniper: Then all the times you kissed the dirt… You were used to fighting as an adult, not a teenager. That’s why you kept falling!

Jeanne: Yep! That’s it! I’m no where near as tall, or as big as I was back then.

Saphron: How tall were you?

Jeanne: I’m about, 5’7” right now. I peaked at, 6’2”.

Thiriana: And, what do you mean by, big?

Jeanne: Double G Cup~!

Janette: What?! Bullshit!

Thiriana: Nice~!

Angela: Did you seriously become that big?

Jeanne: Don’t worry, I won’t be the biggest among us.

Luna: Who will be?

Jeanne: Thiri, Double H Cup.

Thiriana: FUCK YEAH!

Juniper: Oh my… She’ll be as big as me.

Jaune: Yeah, you lot can go to that store, and get those heavy duty support bra’s then.

Arc Sister’s: What bra store?

Jeanne: I’ll tell you later.

Juniper: What did you do after that, Jaune?

Jaune: Went to, Mistral, fought some guys, saved, Minstral. Then I went to, Atlas, became a licensed Huntsman, tried to save it, but then Atlas, and Mantle were destroyed. As I was trying to get everyone out of there, and get them to, Vaccuo, I fell off of this magical walk way, and fell into the, Ever After. Got stuck there for like… twenty years before I was reunited with my friends. Deaged back into my teenage self, and then I finally got out of there, and… And… I should stop… talking…

Arc Family: …

Jaune: …

Jeanne: …

Jeanne: They’re taking this better than I thought.

Acheius: Okay… Uhhh… W-What about you; What did you do, Jeanne?

Jeanne: Evading eh? Okay then. Well, I was still at, Beacon. But, my team was going through a major shift. You see one of my teammates his name was, Pyrros Nikos.

Angela: Pyrros? Was this your version of, Pyrrha Nikos?

Jeanne: Yep. He wasn’t as nice of a person as, Pyrrha is…

Juniper: What did he do…

Jeanne: Nothing to me! Though I wish he would have tried…

Juniper: What?!

Jeanne: H-H-He tried to force my friend/teammate to give him a kiss because he was, Pyrros Nikos! If he did it to me I would have decked him! That’s it! I swear!

Juniper: I see…

Jeanne: I would have broken his aura, and his face for doing that to my sister! But, Jaune beat me to it…

Acheius: Defending your sister’s honour? Good on you son!

Jaune: Ah-hahaaa… No… That’s not why I did that…

Acheius: Then why did you?

Jaune: Ohh… My, Beacon was a, Grimm infested hellhole, while hers was perfectly fine. Dealing with all the trauma I got from, The Fall. Pyrros, and a few other people who tormented me in, Jeanne’s world. Well… I just sorta snapped.

Jeanne: I’ll say; you broke their auras, broke their bones, shattered their egos, and were a huge turned on for, Rin!

Jaune: Jeanne?! No names!

Jeanne: Oh… Sorry…

Saphire: Rin; Who’s, Rin?

Jeanne: She’s is…! Was… my teammate in my previous life.

Juniper: What was she like?

Jeanne: I can’t talk about her… Whole alternative universe possibilities thingy.

Juniper: I understand. But, was she special?

Jeanne: Not in the way you think. But, yeah… she was…

Jaune: Don’t worry, Jeanne, we’ll see her again.

Jeanne: Hopefully… So, after that, I got a new partner, who I eventually married, hopefully you’ll get to meet her soon. I graduated, Beacon at the top of my class. And, I lived out a nice full life before I died at the age of one hundred, and three.

Jaune: Wait? You lived till you were a hundred, and three?! Wow… I didn’t know that.

Jeanne: I don’t like talking about my death. I have to bring up your death if I did, which I am still uncomfortable talking about.

Luna: Uhh… H-How did you die, Jaune?

Jaune: Murder suicide. I sacrificed myself to kill the bitch who murdered, Pyrrha.

Arc Family: YOU WHAT?!!

Jaune: So, that’s about it. The floors open for questions! Bar those about my death, there’s too much I would have to explain to explain that.

Juniper: You’re not getting out of it that easily young man.

Jaune: Watch me. Yes, Angela?

Angela: Okay, why should we believe you? I mean… This… thing, as ludicrous as it sounds. It explains… a lot about the oddities you two have done. But, why should we believe you? Everything you’ve said is about things that could happen, and that only happened to you two. Why should we believe you?

Jaune: Fair. I wouldn’t believe you either if I said that to you. So how about this… Saphron?

Saphron: Oh no…

Jaune: You have a secret girlfriend. Her name is, Terra Cotta, she has brown skin, brown eyes, and brown hair. She wears red glasses, and is as tall as you are. She lives in, Argus, and works as an, Atlassian Telecommunications Specialist. She was living in an apartment until recently because bought herself a nice little house at, 118th Street West, house number 3. As soon as she did this she sent you a message asking if you wanted to move in with her. You said yes almost immediately, but you scared to tell the rest of us that you are planning on moving out to be with your girlfriend.

Saphron: How the… How the fuck do you know all of that?! I haven’t told anyone that!

Jaune: You told me, but just not yet.

Juniper: Wait… Saphron… I-Is this true?

Saphron: I would have preferred to say this on my own terms, but yes… Yes this is all true… I was planning on moving out next month to be with her.

Juniper: Oh my… This is… Oh gods…

Acheius: Looks like they’re telling the truth, Juniper.

Juniper: Huw?! Oh yeah, they’re telling the truth… But, my baby wants to move out?! Oh gods…?!

Luna: She’s more concerned with the fact, Saphron wants to move out, then the fact the twins are reincarnaters…

Angela: This… This isn’t all that surprising honestly.

Saphron: Was she like this when I told her?

Jaune: More, or less.

Saphron: Ahh… Peachy… So, if you know about my girlfriend, what else do you know about her; any little hints you could give me?

Jeanne: Bar the fact I was super jealous of you for things I cannot explain. No.

Saphron: Why not?

Jeanne: Because if I did, it may not happen.

Saphron: Eh?

Saphire: Are you talking about how in stories people are given a prophecy of their future fate, and said fate is something they wish to prevent so they do everything in their power to ensure it, but that only makes it enviable?

Jeanne: Yeah, pretty much that.

Acheius: So that’s why you’ve been keeping secrets; you scared of what might happen.

Jaune: That, and we may be taken to a psych-ward, and locked up.

Acheius: Fair.

Juniper: What are the differences between this… universe, and yours.

Jeanne: Mostly small stuff. The Headmistress of Beacon is Selma, it was a guy in, Jaune’s world. In my world the, White Fang was a peaceful organization, or at least, it always was, instead of the radical race supremacists terrorist they are now.

Jaune: I didn’t have a uncle in my world, least, not that I know of. Uncle Roman wasn’t… Well actually bar the fact we’re related there is not much difference between the two.

Jeanne: I had an aunt in my world. I miss her.

Jaune: And, Winter Schnee isn’t our potential sister. So yeah, we have just as many similarities as differences in this life. So, we are refraining from telling what happened in our worlds because, well, we don’t know what may happen in this world.

Saphire: So then, in the book series I wanted you to read, Ninjas of Love. You said you didn’t want to read it, was that because you’ve already read it in your past life?

Jaune: Yes, you forced me to read it, and before you ask for my opinions, the entire series, eight books of nothing, but utter smutty trash!

Saphire: Eight books?! There’s only four out right now! It’s getting more; tell me when?!

Jaune: Oops…

Jeanne: Does that mean I have to read more of that trash?! Aww man…

Jaune: You’ve been reading that trash?!

Jeanne: She keeps using those puppy dog eyes on me, I have no resistance to it!

Jaune: Weak.

Jeanne: Shut up. Any questions?

Juniper: Yes; The reason you two are so well skilled with your chosen weapons, and in fact knew exactly what kind of weapons, and armour you wanted is because you had this gear in your previous life?

Jaune: Yep, I had all the same gear in my past life.

Jeanne: Same.

Acheius: And, the reason you’re so tactically minded, Jaune is because of all the battles you fought right.

Jaune: I’ve always had a tactical mind, I’ve just sharpened it over the years.

Angela: Have you made any plans on what you’re going to do in this life?

Jeanne: A few. Since we don’t know what’s going to happen in this life we’re mostly just waiting to see what happens, and go from there.

Angela: What do you have planned?

Jeanne: Mostly reuniting with our old friends, and having the relationships we didn’t get to have in that life.

Saphire: What kind of relationship?

Jaune: Some will be romantic if you must know.

Saphire: How many?

Jaune: Myself? More than one at the least, you, Jeanne?

Jeanne: You, and one other person. I’ll probably have a relationship with the other members of your inevitable harem.

Jaune: Well, considering who may be involved that should be a given.

Juniper: Do I get grandkids out of your harem?

Jeanne: Jaune gave you your first grandkid in my life! She was absolutely gorgeous!

Juniper: The other me’s male version of the other me’s Jeanne was the first one to give me a grandchild? What were those kids doing?!

Jeanne: That’s what I was thinking too! Jaune already had an adorable nephew in his world! I didn’t have shit until he knocked up my partner!

Angela: Wait, you knocked up her partner? Was this during a… You called it a, ‘Swap’ right?

Jaune: Yeah, I knocked her up during a, ‘Swap.’ It was consensual mind you! She saw me, and practically pounced me. It’s always the quiet ones… Whoo!

Thiriana: But, why did she do that?

Jaune: Uhh… Jeanne?

Jeanne: She was an orphan who lost her family at a young age like so many others. So, she confessed to always wanting to be a mother, and having a family of her own one day when she grew up. When the swaps started happened she was one of a few people that was always kind to, Jaune so the two managed to bound. But, what really caused her to fall for you was that time you saved her on a mission. We were dealing with a bunch of bandits, and Rin was captured. They were about to… do things to her, when we swapped. I was trying to negotiate with them to get her back, but when we met up in the, ‘White Room,’ Jaune was there covered in blood. He told me she was safe, she was fine. Her clothes were a little torn, but she was safe. When I came back, she was standing before me with a faint blush on her face. I teased her relentlessly about her crush on, Jaune for months, until one day, after another swap, and meeting in the, ‘White Room.’ Jaune confessed to knocking her up. After that, she dropped out of, Beacon, me, and my team went home, and left her with you to help raise their child. She eventually grew up to become a exemplary huntress, and proud mother in her own right. Haaa… I miss them…

Juniper: You’ll see them, again, Jeanne. I know you will.

Jeanne: I know. I just don’t want to wait longer.

Thiriana: So she fell for, Jaune because he was the whole, ‘knight in shining white armour?’

Jeanne: Yes, but the beard, and wolf tail certainly helped.

Acheius: You grew a beard; Was it any good?

Jaune: Better than yours; It may have been an unkempt mess because I couldn’t shave it in years, but the ladies certainly liked it.

Acheius: Well, the lady certainly liked mine! Right dear~?

Juniper: No I…?!

Jaune: No she didn’t! If mom had a son you had to shave it off, that was the bet you two made, and thank gods you lost it!

Jeanne: Yeah, that thing was hideous.

Acheius: Y-You remember that…?!

Jaune: I remember it.

Jeanne: We both remember it…

Juniper: You you two were just born?! How can you remember that?!

Jeanne: Hell if I know.

Jaune: The gods are a punch of dicks, what more can we say about why this all happened.

Angela: Gods, don’t you mean goddesses?

Jaune: No… wasn’t this world run by two brother gods…?

Angela: No, the legends say it was run by two sister goddesses.

Jaune: …

Jaune: Well the moon’s still broken; so instead of a punch of gods who are massive dicks, they’re a bunch of bitches.

Angela: They broke the moon?!

Jaune: And, they’re assholes, moving on!

Jeanne: Any questions?

Juniper: Does anyone…?

Arc Family: No. I’m good. Too much to think about to ask really.

Juniper: Okay… I guess that’s it. We’ll just ask you if there’s anything we think about.

Jeanne: Okay, that’s fine…

Jaune: I guess that’s it. We’ll talk later. Family meeting adjured.

Luna: Wait! One question?

Jaune: Haa… And, what’s that?

Luna: What’s the next winning lottery numbers?!

Jaune: …

Jeanne: …

Arc Family: …

Luna: What?

Jeanne: All these fascinating things could, and did happen to us, and you want to know lottery numbers?!

Luna: Yes…?

Jaune: Haaa…

Jaune: 40-21-588.

Luna: Fuck yeah! See you guys latter, momma’s gonna become rich! Hahahaha!!!

Acheius: A-Are those seriously the winning lottery numbers…?

Jaune: Nope. I just wanted to mess with her.

Jeanne: Nice~!

Acheius: Oh, okay then…

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Ughhh… It’s done… It’s finally done!

I couldn’t finish this for weeks, but it’s finally done! Not my best, but it is done.

Enjoy~!

#rwby #jaune arc #jeanne arc #juniper arc #acheius arc #pyrrha nikos #roman torchwick #lie ren #winter schnee #rwby salem

[givemeonereason]

Rose-Colored Boy

Photo credit here

Rating: Rain-soaked Cotton Candy

Plot: Your sunshine husband always finds the bright side in everything.

A/n: This one took me a while. I had other pieces I needed to get out. I also got Covid and topped that with my birthday and the holidays. Though it was nice to take a small break. I'm glad this was the first piece in the new year.

The one thing that is so infectious about Kyojuro Rengoku is his overly loud countenance. And unshakable will, but he means well. I love this about him. The happiness he sees in every moment is absolutely admirable. It’s probably why he’s a fan favorite.

This was inspired by my own experiences with being a natural pessimist. I’ve been burned by the flames too often to know better than to expect good outcomes. Honestly, sometimes I wish the only flames come from the hashira himself.

*BONUS* I was listening to this while I wrote. It really helped me move along with this.

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You looked up at the gathering dark clouds above your head and sigh. “Of course, it would rain. We’re only halfway there.” You huffed, looking down at the best kimono you own. “This is going to be ruined.”

Your husband raised his head towards the sky, smiled and laughed cheerfully. “Thank the gods for this rain. We really need it if our garden is going to thrive this season.”

You look over at him, your eyes relaxing when you see his cheeks puffed in his smile.

You couldn’t be angry with his enthusiasm. He was right. The area was suffering from a terrible drought. Many locals have had to go without because of it. Only the support of the nearby town was able to keep people from starving to death. A blessing, for which everyone was grateful.

But you, aren’t so grateful. You tend to complain about the garden at your estate. It’s so much work to keep up with, even when the servants help.

Only Kyojuro Rengoku would think about this now, his precious sweet potatoes. They make him so happy though. And you love that about him.

Umai!

You laugh to yourself at the thought of him shouting during every snack and meal. It’s the one word, the one sound, that will never get old. You can practically hear it even when he’s away on missions and even if you’re lucky in your sweetest dreams.

“Rain is good and all, but why does it have to rain today of all days. We hardly get to go into town together. I was hoping that tonight would be special.”

He took your hand in his, twining his fingers with yours. “Every day and every night with you is so special.”

You were blushing. “Kyo…”

“What’s the matter, my flame?”

You gripped his hand tighter. “I just love you is all.”

Kyojuro pushed his chest out with pride. His cheeks red with happiness. “And I love you, my dear!"

You pulled yourself close to him, holding onto his strong arm. “You’re always so optimistic. I hate that, but I could never hate you.”

He turned and kissed the top of your head and wrapped his arm around you just as you felt a raindrop hit your cheek. You contorted your face into a pout, which made Kyojuro laugh.

“Don’t laugh at me!” You pouted even more shoving your face into his chest. You felt his chest rumble as he laughed even harder.

The rain fell upon you both as you continued up the path. His hashira's cape draped over your head, not much protection as the wet seeped through the fabric.

When you stepped through the threshold of the town’s inn, you were drenched. Your hair was falling out of the carefully placed pins. The stain of your blush smeared down your cheek. The hem of your kimono sullied with mud. The ick of the elements enveloping you. You felt absolutely foul.

Kyojuro pushed his dripping bangs out of his face. He smiled brightly toward the matron of the inn. He bowed deeply. “Pardon us, madam, would we be able to impose upon you to stay for the night? My wife will not be able to make it back to our home with the weather conditions at present.”

“Yes, I have a room you may stay in.”

"Thank you so much." He bowed deeply once more. His hand on the small of your back leads you forward.

You noticed that the inn lady was very soft-spoken, even when she told you both not to worry about the trailing mud on the hardwood in the hallway.

This bothered Kyojuro nonetheless and he scooped you up into his arms so that the hem of your kimono wouldn’t drag anymore. Only wet footprint left from his socks marked the floor when you made it to the designated room.

“The bath is at the end of the hall. Please feel free to use it. I will bring robes for you to change into.” She bowed and continued down the hall.

“Ughh, this night is just terrible, isn’t it? I can’t wait to get into the bath. I feel so gross!”

“Then let me take you to the bath, my fire.” Kyojuro picked you up into his arms again, carrying you down towards the bath. He kissed you gently, looking down into your eyes. “Even if you were covered head to toe in mud you would still be beautiful.”

“Ewww! That’s so gross!” You pushed him lightly and he chuckled.

“While you’re in here I’m going to help clean the mess we made in the hallway.” He was already unbuttoning his jacket at the wrists and pushing the sleeve up his forearms. “I better get to work.” He flashed you a smile before walking down towards the entryway.

Kyojuro Rengoku, a light in a dark space.

When you peeled away your clothing you got into the bath and sunk down to cover as much of yourself as you could.

You have been looking forward to this day for weeks. When Kyo said he had a hashira meeting, it just made sense that you would go into town and make the most of it. When he's called to those meetings you never know what is going to happen, is it good or bad? Is it going to be a new mission, or intel on a upper-rank demon? You never know. So you try and make the best of your time with Kyojuro when you can.

But the way the day took a turn for the worse this time.

You can hear him talking to the inn lady from outside the door. He's so cheerful, so full of life. How on earth with such polar dispositions did you land him? It wasn't even arranged. Was he swayed by your beauty, sure, but that can't be the only reason why he chose to pursue you right?

You felt refreshed after soaking in the warm bath water. So you dressed and made your way back down the hall towards your room. The floors had a subtle sheen to them. Most likely due to Kyojuro’s heavy-handed cleaning. You laughed to yourself. You imagined the mad dash he made down the hall with his rear proudly up in the air as he wiped the floor clean in a steady line, a big smile on his face. You knew he would do anything to help others. The values his mother instilled in such earnestness.

Kyojuro Rengoku’s heart and soul exists in only pure kindness and altruism.

The guestroom had a table set in the middle. The amber light of the overhead lamp buzzed down onto tatami-lined floors. Kyo's dark brown uniform coming into view. "There is my beautiful wife." His smile spread widely across his face. His hands grasped onto either sided of your shoulders, a kiss placed upon your forehead. "Do you finally feel refreshed?"

You reached up and held onto one of his forearms. Your eyes closed when he pressed his lips to your cheek then. You smiled, feeling his honeyed-toned voice seeping deep into the rose of your cheeks. "Yes, I do feel refreshed now. You are welcome to the bath if you'd like."

"Yes!" He boomed in his usual volume. You laughed at the shift. The voice he used for only you is soft and sweet, but his normal countenance is explosive. The polarized juxtaposition of personality, yet in such perfect harmony.

You look towards the sliding guestroom door. "I saw that the hallway looked very clean on my way back here."

With his hands on his waist and chest puffed outward he shouted another, "YES!"

You reached for the buttons of his brown jacket and unfastened the top three easily. "You always liked cleaning the floors at home. No wonder you so generously volunteered to clean them here."

He worked the buckle of his belt and pulled the white leather through the hoops of his slacks. "It's the least I could do after we unintentionally brought all that wet in with us."

You closed your eyes, but the pressure from their roll still tensed behind your eyelids. "Yes, how could I forget." You looked towards the window, the rain still spilling down from the dark clouds above. "And to think, we could have been stooling the market street at this very moment." You sighed, your hand grasping the soft fabric your robe that was nearest your collarbone.

Kyo's voice came in again, soft, honey, sweet. "I promise that when I get back we will make the trip once more." He came up behind you, gently kissing the delicate skin behind your ear. A shiver scaling down your entire body. "Weather permitting of course."

He would do that for you. And you knew that he would make the trip even more special in some form. Knowing him all too well, he will probably present you with a brand new kimono for the occasion, possibly a new hair accessory, shower you with fresh flowers or sweets. Or if you're especially lucky, you might even go to town by carriage. It could be any, or even all of those things. Though, the only thing you've ever needed is him. Just Kyojuro, home and safe with you. The trips to town or even longer excursions don't matter if you don't have the one person who you've spent so many years with.

When he leaves for missions, you wait for him. Wait to hear the sound of his sandals on the gravel. The sound of his humming near the garden before he walks through the door. The verve of his laughter when you throw yourself into his arms. His calm breath in your ear.

He's home.

He's safe.

He's alive.

Kyojuro turned quick and made his way out of the room towards the bathroom. You sat down at the small square table and took the cup filled with tea to your lips. The warm liquid racing down your throat now warming your insides.

A young woman appeared at the door with the meal service. She placed the dishes carefully down on the table. It looked delicious and even more so smelled delicious. You poured another cup of tea and placed it on the opposite side of the table for where Kyo would sit with you.

You sat quietly and listened to the rain. The pattering of the raindrops hitting the roof would put you to sleep had the food in front of you kept you from lulling. Yet, your eyes were closed nonetheless enjoying the quiet—

The door opened with a flash. Your husband, robe-clad charged into the room towards the table. “It smells so good in here. And look!” He marveled at each plate in front of him when he sat. “These dishes look amazing!” He served you some of the stewed beef before eagerly taking some for himself.

itadakimasu--Umai!

You savored the rich taste of the sauce as it meshed so well with the vegetables.

Umai!

"Indeed this food is very good. However, I don't think it's as good as Rika's cooking." Your housekeeper is very skilled in the kitchen, which, unfortunately, has always been your weak spot in your marital life. Even if you did cook, Kyojuro always made you feel as if it were a wonderful meal.

Umai!

"Kyo, please be careful my darling. I don't want you to choke." You reached out for his hand that firmly grasped a large piece of beef between two chopsticks. But he shoved the meat into his mouth anyway.

Ummmahhh.

He could barely speak with such a large mouthful.

You sighed and shook your head. You laughed when you saw how wide his smile was, his cheeks puffed with food on each side. He could pass as a woodland creature.

You took another bite of your food. The difference is you chewed your food and swallowed before you let out a softer, but pronounced "umai!" It had similar energy to Kyojuro's, but the volume would never match.

Now that he swallowed the hunk of meat in his mouth, he laughed heartily at you. One hand on his belly and the other at the crown of his head, which he had thrown back in his laughter. His flame-tipped hair flattened from washing, now curling up at the edges near his eyebrows and chin.

He looked at you bright-eyed. "You know, you're very beautiful when you smile. It's one thing about you that I never tire of."

You blushed deeply, dipping your chin down towards your chest. "I'm sure you are the only one who thinks that my love."

His fist hits the table making the plates tremble. Though he's not angry in the slightest, his Kyojuroisms intensify even the most subtlest of actions.

"Everyone knows you're the most beautiful!" He got up from where he sat cross-legged and walked to the window, looking down at the rain-sullen garden below.

You're not sure if he's practicing for the stage. Shakespeare? Kabuki? Such drama, so Rengoku.

"Men are envious that I have such a beautiful and extraordinary wife." He looked back towards you. His eyes were soft again. "No other woman in all of Japan-- in all of the world could compare."

You put your bowl of rice down on the table and joined him at the window, resting your head on his shoulder as you looked out farther towards the empty street, lanterns rocking to and fro in the wind. "I am the luckiest woman in all the world."

"I am the luckiest man. I thank the gods every day for meeting you. And when I'm away, all I can think about is coming home to you."

You wrapped your arms around him. "How are you like this all the time? Isn't it exhausting?"

He held onto you tighter. "How so?"

"Aren't you tired of always being happy, always seeing the bright side, putting people before yourself? You're so joyful." You looked up into his amber-red eyes. "I love that about you, but you don't have to try so hard with me. You don't have Kyojuro Rengoku all the time."

He laughed. "But I am Kyojuro Rengoku."

You laughed as well, pressing your face into the shoulder and taking a breath. "I know, but what I'm saying is, if you keep burning so unwaveringly, all that will remain of you is ashes." You gently pulled his face down towards you and kissed his lips. "What good are ashes? I could use them in the garden, but who would I harvest sweet potatoes for? I want you and only you, no other variation."

Kyo kissed your lips, lingering there before looking into your eyes. "I will always be with you flame, fire, and ashes, in here." He pointed to your heart and gently placed his palm against the soft fabric of your robe. "I will never leave you, even in death."

He held onto you tightly when he mentioned death. He could die at any moment. His occupation continuously puts him at death's door. He is one of the best swordsmen, but death will come for all eventually.

You constantly think about the possibility of him dying. He could be outmatched. The thought strickens you.

Flame, fire, ashes, death, fire, death, umai, umai, umai, flame, fire, ashes, death. Death.

You rubbed your eyes against his robe, tears rolling down your cheeks. "Please don't go. Kyo, please...Come home with me. We can figure out something new. We will take Senjuro and Shinjuro with us."

You knew this pleading wouldn’t go far. It’s been a Rengoku legacy for generations to become the flame hashira. And all he wants to do is help people. To protect them. To protect you.

He got you down to rest on the futon. “Kyo…” You could barely talk. Your face buried into his chest. A blanket covering you both on the futon you were now sharing. You didn’t stop shivering until you honed in the rhythm of his heartbeat.

The table and plates had been cleared away an hour ago. And you were embarrassed when a young girl came in to take food and table away, your eyes blotchy and red, tears streaming down your face. So you hid behind Kyojuro. The girl profusely apologized for the interruption.

Buh-bum, buh-bum.

You focus now. Your breathing leveling out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the night.”

He brushed the hair stuck at your temples away and ran his fingers down your side. His gentle touch pulling you close to his body. A comfort that only he can bring. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” He tries to whisper, but due to his premature hearing loss, what he thought was a whisper, to you was a regular indoor volume. “I am very sorry to make you worry so much over me.”

“Of course, I worry about you. You’re my— my— my world.” You hugged him tightly. “I wish I could do something to protect you. The only thing I can do is try to prevent you from leaving, but you will go anyway. I’m not strong enough to keep you here. And I don’t want to, but I don’t want to wake up one morning knowing you’ll never be here beside me.”

He remained quiet, rubbing you back in languid strokes. This is a conversation that you frequently have. The end conversation. Always at your behest. The song and dance remain the same. Kyojuro and you never move out of place. He resolves to his missions, and you dissolve to worry.

You quieted yourself, concentrating on his heart again.

Buh-bum.

The scattered pattering of the rain slows outside of the window. Sleep pulling you into its hollow embrace. “I will never leave you. I promised you.” He somehow was so soft there in your ear. The fulfilling embodiment that sent you into slumber.

You hear rustling and open your eyes. The morning light shining in your eyes. Kyojuro is aside the window adjusting his hashira's cape. Your guiding light. You lift yourself up to stretch. "Oh, good you're awake." He smiles down at you. He pulled you up into his arms. "Good morning, my flame."

You pushed your face into his broad chest. He's so warm. "Morning." His arms stretch around you. "I'll change quickly so you can get an early start." You walked towards the privacy screen and began dressing into your kimono.

Someone soft-spoken came into the room while you were dressing and brought a light breakfast for the two of you. He stood beside the table waiting for you. When you sat down opposite him, he finally sat down. The joy in his voice as he ate happily. Food really is one of the most important things to him. If you let him he'd eat all day. Though it did make sense, being a hashira requires a high level of athleticism. He needs all the energy he can get.

But the best energy he gets is the love he receives from you. If he never could eat again, he would simply exist solely on your subtle glances, the warmth of your touch, the sound of your laughter, and the sweet taste of your kisses.

Forbidden fruit within reach.

Reaching out for him at the head of the road. The grass beneath your feet. You never want to let go, and he would rather you didn't. "Kyo, please be careful."

You heard him chuckle. He's putting up a good front, always.

"You have nothing to worry about." He winked at you. His infectious smile spreads into your own cheeks.

"Kyo---"

He turned back as he began to walk away. "I'll be back in a flash." He smiled again. His blond hair swayed over his shoulder, the string tied tight around the ponytail at his crown. It was the very same string you so delicately braided for him the first night he told you he loved you. He's kept it since.

"I love you." You smiled back at him.

"Love! You!" Kyojuro shouted back as he started moving down the dirt road. He took off in a mad dash down the path and into the woods. When you lost sight of the white of his cape fluttering behind him you walked in the opposite direction towards the Rengoku estate.

The air was fresh after the rain. The grass was greener. The flowers are in bloom on the trees. The sun warming your skin. The road rises up to meet you at every step.

Even though he's gone, he's still here with you. The lasting signs of his love in your usual disposition shifting, even if only for the moment.

The world is so much better when he's in it. Everything is brighter, it's so full of life.

Our life, you thought.

Ours and only ours.

Well, sweet potatoes too, but still ours...

Come home soon, my love.

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[leatherface-kisser]

Can I request headcanons for Drayton, nubbins, chop top, and Bubba with a little sister around 7 years old. I like to imagine she's the exact opposite of them and is very sweet and innocent

Absolutely! Thank you for your request! These were so precious to think about. I did go a little dark in the very end, but there's nothing graphic, it's only implied. Hope that's okay!

Warnings : Murder and Cannibalism (implied)

🧸The Sawyers with a young sister🌷

Now let me make something clear beforehand… good luck trying to stay 100% innocent as a child while growing up with the Sawyers. The house is FILLED TO THE BRIM with bones and other human parts. Leatherface is wearing masks made out of human faces. I mean, there are literal murders taking place within the house! And the cannibalism obviously! I’m not saying it would be impossible for a kid to be innocent and sweet in this family, don’t get me wrong. However, I think the innocence would be more so because the child is oblivious to the fact that all of this isn’t normal.

With that being said! With such a young little sister around, the older Sawyer brothers would be viciously protective of her. You know how big brothers get with their baby sisters. No intruder could even manage to get close to the property without rapidly being dealt with. They’re more territorial than ever. No one will ever hurt their little sister. If it happens, it will be over their dead, cold body.

With Drayton at the gas station and the twins wandering around god knows where most of the time, the little girl spends most of her days with Bubba and Grandpa. Grandpa, as much as she loves him, isn’t exactly the most fun to hang out with though… So she and Bubba are the closest and get along very well. Bubba is a bit relieved not to be the baby of the family anymore and he feels a bit more capable and confident due to taking care of her during the day. When he’s not busy with chores, he plays with her. They’re often playing pretend with tea parties, playing dress up… and Bubba is genuinely having a blast each time.

Imagine Bubba letting his little sister do his masks' hair, with little ribbons everywhere and everything. Picture his pretty woman mask with ponytails or braids decorated with flowers, adorable. He sits on the ground and patiently lets her have fun, he himself is enjoying the little makeovers for sure. He only intervenes when she’s being too rough on the mask or when she needs help.

There’s also lots of Tag you’re it and Hide and Seek. Can you imagine how cute that would be? There’s this giant who's poorly hidden in a corner of the house or behind a tree, oblivious to the fact his round belly is sticking out of the hiding spot. And his baby sister creeps closer and closer until she jumps out at him with a loud “BOO!”. Bubba jumps with a startled yelp, causing the little girl to giggle with glee.

The two of them are very close and it’s honestly super sweet. I have a feeling Bubba would get along well with children. They share pinky promises, little secrets and such together. Bubba often carries his sister around like a bag of potatoes much to her absolute joy and delight. She loves nothing more than when her strong brother lifts her off the ground with no effort. Leatherface might be terrifying to others, but to his sister, he’s the strongest, kindest, safest person around!

Everyone is very, very fond of their sweet sister. And Grandpa also appreciates his granddaughter of course. Sometimes, she settles near him and rambles on and on about various things. You know that thing kids do, talking about mostly nonsensical things. Grandpa isn’t completely there, but he seems to enjoy her presence. The girl also probably likes to “gossip” with grandpa, like how Drayton says a lot of bad words, how Chop Top kinda stinks sometimes and how Nubbins blew raspberries at her the other day (How rude!). She does this mostly because Grandpa never scolds her for gossiping. He never really answers, but she still loves him.

The girl will be wearing her brothers’ old clothes from when they were children. Almost all of them are patched up, some of them are a little baggy, but they do the job just fine! She may have one cute dress to wear for special occasions, but otherwise, she wears the clothes that have been passed onto her. 

Sometimes, when a specific piece of clothing reminds him of something, Drayton often rambles to her about an anecdote from when he raised his little brothers. “Oh I remember patching up that one! Nubbins got stuck in that tree over there, it took an hour to get him down! The shirt got all messed up… Fucken nitwit… At least yer sweet hm? You don’t get into trouble like that. Yer a good girl.” *head pats*

Oh yeah, Drayton swears a LOT. He would attempt to watch his mouth around his impressionable sister, but he quite often slips up. Bad habit he inherited from Grandpa. Chop Top also swears like a sailor, but doesn’t even attempt to limit himself. He would probably even go as far as to teach his sister bad words just to piss Drayton off. Nubbins only swears occasionally, his language is surprisingly clean compared to the other two.

Speaking of Nubbins, he makes a ton of little toys and trinkets for his little sister! They’re pretty… Morbid. But still! They’re made with care and love, that’s what matters, and the kid most probably loves them. I can imagine Nubbins crafting dolls out of taxidermied small animals, and plenty of other stuff. His artistic tendencies and imagination comes in very handy! He takes so many pictures of her also. Just... so many. This kid has seen the flash of the camera hundreds of times by now.

Chop Top listens to music with her. He's that cool brother who visited the world and has a ton of stories to tell about his time in Nam Land. And he knows a lot of songs! So smart! The young girl listens to him talk with music in the background. She's having a bit of a hard time keeping up with the narration, but it sounds very interesting and cool nonetheless!

Bubba also makes stuff for his little sister! He knows how to sew quite well and will spend a lot of time adjusting his sister’s clothes so that they fit her a little better. He might also use scraps of clothing from previous victims to patch them up, or even decorate them! The sawing looks rough, but it’s sturdy.

Bubba gave the little girl his old Teddy Bear one night when she came into his bedroom after she had a nightmare. Big bro Bubba is very strong, he can protect her from any mean intruder! In an attempt to comfort her, he dug into his closet and retrieved the dusty plushie from the back. Teddy could protect her! He had protected Bubba from nightmares just fine when he was her age! Now that he doesn’t need Teddy anymore, she can have it. A pretty bow was added on the bear later on. She carries the thing everywhere with her. Teddy has his own spot at the dinner table.

Almost all of her toys are either passed onto her, or were crafted by one of the brothers. Brand new toys are a rarity and only reserved for special occasions, the Sawyers can’t afford much when it comes to these things. No worries though, the toys already available to her should be plenty enough! I imagine the kid would have a blast playing in the bone room. You know, the one where Pam stumbles upon in the movie. Picture this kid playing with different skulls, making them talk and playing out little adventures, or her just having fun with the feathers on the ground. Heck, just going outside is the best activity ever for the girl! There’s a big property to explore, flowers to pick up, bugs to capture and chickens to pet!

However, it’s always a bit scary for her when there’s intruders or victims around. There’s a lot of screaming and chaos, and Bubba looks very scared too. The girl is a bit frightened each time, but she feels reassured when her big brothers laugh in these moments. They’re laughing, so everything’s okay right? Plus, the screaming always eventually stops, they’re all strong enough to protect her, especially Bubba. Also, when there’s a guest, that means the fridge is getting restocked, which means more food on the table! So it’s okay. The girl does not know any better, this is just life to her. Family is good, family is safe, family is everything.

Thank you for reading! 🌼🧡

#texas chainsaw massacre #leatherface #bubba sawyer #drayton sawyer #nubbins sawyer #choptop sawyer #bubba sawyer headcanons #bubba sawyer imagines #drayton sawyer headcanons #nubbins sawyer headcanons #chop top sawyer headcanons #tcm #slasher imagines #slasher fandom #slasher headcanons

[piratecaptainscaptainpirates]

For the 1k fics…Stede promising Ed that he does look cute in the potato sack and that it doesn’t make Stede like him less

Ooh this is so SWEET!

(Pretty much always taking prompts for 1k word fics! Won't do them all but if I'm inspired they're getting written!)

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Stede and Ed were back together. Great!

They were taking it slow. Okay!

They were taking their time getting comfortable with each other again. Fine!

They were, maybe, being a little bit careful with each other, still. Understandable!

The only problem was that Stede was, maybe, just maybe, laying it on a teensy bit too thick. There  was a point where flattery, especially when obviously untrue, started to feel too much like mockery.

Now, Ed could admit to his little vanities. He made sure his hair always looked great, and he always smelled nice, and his fingernails were always perfectly manicured. And that was for him, it wasn’t just for Stede’s sake, but, like, he also knew Stede wasn’t blind. Ed knew he was a bit of a snack, and really, after everything they’d been through, it was only right that Stede called him hot every now and again.

But he didn’t. He called him beautiful, and adorable, and precious, and Ed was kind of getting fed up with it. 

He was still walking around in a fucking potato suck, for fuck’s sake! He wasn’t sure if Stede was trying to get back at him for the whole ‘marooning the crew and tossing most of his possessions overboard’ thing, but he was beginning to suspect Stede was making fun of him, and he fucking hated that feeling.

Still, genuinely, truly, Ed had not meant to snap at him.

But he was getting a bit fed up with the whole probation onesie thing, honestly. He’d agreed to it because he’d wanted to make sure the crew could see that he was willing to do what it took to make things right, but the onesie had started getting annoying pretty much immediately.  It had only been a few days, but the damn thing was itchy, and he felt like he couldn’t even let Stede hug him because it felt so scratchy against his skin, and he looked stupid.

So when he passed Stede on his way to go fix something up in the cabin, and he blew Stede a little kiss and wink, and Stede gave him this huge smile and said “you look so pretty this morning, Ed,” well…

It kinda hit a nerve.

Ed rolled his eyes. “Lay off, man. It’s not funny anymore.”

Stede frowned. Like he thought Ed hadn’t caught on. “What?”

“I don’t look pretty, I look like I’m wearing a potato sack,” Ed snapped. “It was funny the first time, but you really don’t have to make fun of me, I don’t think it’s funny anymore -”

“Oh, Ed, no!” Stede gasped, stopping dead in his tracks. “Fuck, do you think I’ve just been - what, mocking you?”

Ed might have miscalculated. The horror on Stede’s face looked way too genuine.

“Uh,” he said. “Did you not mean to do that?”

Stede gently took the toolbox Ed had been carrying from his hands, sitting it on the floor so he could turn Ed to face the wall. Ed’s eyes flicked away from the little mirror in the hallway, until Stede hooked his chin over Ed’s shoulder, bonking his cheek against Ed’s to get him to look straight ahead.

“What do you see?” Stede whispered.

Ed swallowed uncomfortably. “Some old fucker wearing a stupid potato sack?”

Stede tutted softly. “I see the prettiest man alive, Ed. The cutest, most handsome -”

“Stede, seriously.” Ed looked down at the floor rather than meet his own eyes. “It’s - I’m not cute, man, you know that.”

“You’re adorable,” Stede said earnestly. “Can I show you?”

It felt a bit too much like being split open. Ed nodded anyway.

“Well, your eyes, for starters.” Stede beamed at him, so bright Ed had to smile back. “You have the biggest, prettiest eyes. I could spend all day just staring into your eyes, if you’d let me. And your nose - fuck, Ed, I lose time thinking about your nose.”

Stede playfully tapped the tip of Ed’s nose with his finger, and Ed giggled.

“Your beautiful hair.” Stede gently twined a stand around one finger. “It’s like starlight, Ed. And your neck…”

Ed tilted his head to the side so Stede could kiss the side of his neck.

“You’re precious,” Stede said, earnestly. “You’re beautiful, you’re so pretty, you’re stunning. I daydream about new words I can use to describe you that might come close to doing you justice.”

“Sap,” Ed said, his voice coming out a bit watery.

“Mhm.” Stede kissed his cheek.

“Even in the stupid potato sack, though?” Ed glanced at himself in the mirror, catching the tail end of the unbearably lovesick expression on his own face as his eyes flicked away from Stede. “You don’t think I look-”

“If you’re about to say anything other than ridiculously attractive, then no, I don’t,” Stede grinned. “You could wear anything at all - or nothing at all, really - ”

“Hm, we could try that later.”

Stede rolled his eyes. “No matter what, I’ll think you’re beautiful. Do you understand?”

Ed thought back to that fond, loving expression on his face. He hadn’t known he could look like that.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think I’m starting to.”

“Good.” Stede pulled away, taking Ed’s hand. “Want to help me reorganize the library? We’ve got six books now, and I’m thinking we might want to sort them by color this time.”

“No, man, alphabetically is the only way!” Ed bent to pick up his tool box, holding Stede’s hand more intentionally. “I’m telling you, that’s how they do it in the big, proper libraries. Read about it once.”

“Seems time-consuming.” Stede looked back at him, his smile softening. “And Ed, by the way? You really do look pretty today. I wasn’t joking.”

Ed’s knee-jerk reaction, still, was to deny.

“Yeah,” he said, instead, squeezing Stede’s fingers. “I know.”

Huh, Ed thought as he followed Stede back to their cabin, unable and unwilling to stop the smile spreading across his face.

Ed Teach, pretty. Adorable. Cute. Precious.

Imagine that.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics

[lowkeyremi]

Crushes (11 y/o Akemi n 7 y/o Kentaro)

“He’s so cute mama! I wonder if he likes me back!?” Your daughter was squealing to you about her crush. It’s so innocent and cute that you can’t bother to be upset about how much your little girl has grown. Kentaro is sitting at the table finishing homework and you’re preparing for dinner. “Don’t do anything rash little girl, you’re only eleven.”

Before a response can even reach her lips your husband is walking through the door greeting everyone. He kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around your waist. “What is it that you don’t want Akemi to do too quickly?” He asks his head resting on your shoulder as you slice the carrots and potatoes for the pot roast.

You giggle. “I think you should hear it from her.” His eyes flicker over to his daughter, “well?” She groans. “Mama, whyyyy?” You can just feel Bokuto pouting. “Well.. um. So there’s this boy I li-” she can’t even finish her sentence because your husband lets out a dramatic gasp. “A BOY? YOU’RE BARELY ELEVEN!” She giggles, “Papa, I’ll be twelve in two weeks.” He pouts even more arms still wrapped around your waist.

“I’m not letting you date a boy until you’re sure he can treat you as well as I treat Mama.” You shake your head at his statement. “Not saying I don’t want the best for our little girl, but don’t you think that’s a little much? You go above and beyond most men, Ko.” He scoffs, “exactly, until one of those stinky little boys are willing to go above and beyond for my little girl, she’s off limits.” Your precious Akemi whines at this but it’s for the best.

Bokuto’s sweet girl is only to have the best boy possible. He’s told you plenty of times he’ll go to jail for beating up any kid who breaks your daughter’s heart. You think he’s joking but it’s Bokuto so you can never be too sure.

#He is the most protective dad ever #Forget his daughter’s standards he has his own standards for his daughter #He’s definitely bawling his eyes out at her wedding #anyway #akemi bokuto #bokuto x reader #kotaro bokuto #bokuto #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!! #haikyuu characters as dads #haikyuu #dad!haikyuu #haikyuu dads

[callimaria]

wrapped around the finger of a kid? losers (/j)

warnings: yandere, NOT romantic

characters: vil s., rook h.

a small child brought onto campus, that’s what you were. small, weak, helpless, without magic to even protect yourself with; considering the mirror sent you, many thought of it as an offense. yet you were precious, and you could plan clever little tricks, charm other students — and one day, in the future, you will realize that your charm perhaps did more bad than good.

you were oblivious, and held no clue about the dangers ahead of you…

or the dangerous people to avoid, really.

vil:

at first, he scoffed at having to host you in pomefiore, (first impressions weren’t great, you had tracked in a lot of dirt, and was a little roughed up as well) but he had warmed up to you.

oh, yes, he warmed up alright.. you enjoyed the company of the other students, but then ‘big brother vil’ always sweeps you away. you’d question why, but he’d always distract you.

“little potato, come here for a moment”, ��let me fix your hair”, and “no need to talk to them” were some of the most common things you’d hear from the blonde, as he waited for your arrival everyday.

at one point, his bedroom permanently became yours as well, and when he had to go, you could play by yourself. alone, that is. he’s so attached, why would he ever let you go? just stay in his room, it has everything you need, so don’t question why the door’s locked.

he’ll keep you forever, because you’re just so adorable. he’ll spoil you, give you the world, end the world for you. and you… won’t disobey him, will you?

💗

“come on, now,” a pomefiore student said, words like sugary syrup. he said your name, handing you a little candy. “i’m not sure why you’re kept away from all of us, but i wanna play with you too!”

you finally were brought to a party, and you stuck to vil’s side like glue. he was all you’ve known now, so it should have been expected.

however, he had left to get something (clearly agitated on having to leave you, his sweet little potato) and you had wandered off, giving into childish curiosity.

when you got lost in the crowd of people, you started to cry, realizing you couldn’t see vil anywhere — realizing you now had no one to help you… that was when a student encountered you.

“p.. play?” you asked, gingerly holding onto the candy.

he nodded, smiling. “yep! i have a little sibling at home, just like you, so i th…”

as the stranger held his hand out, you sniffled, before feeling a strange prick at the back of your neck. it hurt for only a second, before you blacked out, ears ringing the entire time.

💗

you woke up on a plush, and familiar mattress, a satin pillow beneath your head. groggily blinking, your head felt so.. fuzzy, and off. even your body ached all over.

a large hand rested on your forehead, perhaps to check your temperature.

“v.. vil..?” your eyes closed, unused to the light. where was vil? was he here?

“yes, little potato?” hearing his voice brought you comfort, as you relaxed into the cushions.

“wha’ happened..?”

“you managed to get sick, somehow… but it’s okay, in my care, you’ll recover quite fast. so don’t worry,” was his response.

you… got sick? is that it?

suddenly, you feel more tired. you can’t remember anything, so it’s best to trust vil, right..?

yeah, yeah.. should just sleep it off.

actually, vil kind of smelt like.. pennies?

oh, no — like metal.

💗💗💗

rook:

a child summoned by the dark mirror? oh, and handed off to pomefiore as well?

he’s the first one to greet you, mostly because he had scared you outside, having jumped out of a tree. he found your reaction delightful, especially when you got over the shock and was in awe of how sneaky he was..

and therefore he stuck around you more, becoming your own guide as he and you ‘adventured’ around campus. the moment you warmed up and accidentally called him ‘brother’, he had dramatically shed a few tears, theatrically spouting out words you didn’t know.

you found it funny, and gladly always tried to find rook whenever you were bored. (he was over the moon about it, you really chose him?) sometimes, though, you forget he expects you to be with him.. but that’s fine!

it’s not like he isn’t watching your every move, after all. he’ll give himself away with small ‘mishaps’, like rustling in a bush or clearing his throat a little too loud; only because your reactions were like pure gold to him, and it only made it better how those reactions.. were at him. only him.

💗

you cheered as a savanaclaw student swung you around, filled with joy as he held on tight, giving into your childish whims. the student was actually quite friendly, accepting your requests of wanting to play.

after all, you were just a little kid, and you liked fun just as much as anyone else.

“again, again!” you cried, giggling as you went up and down, enjoying the thrill.

“alright, but this should be the last time..— i do have to study,” the student sighed. he almost wanted to tell you he could sense somebody nearby, alarmed and concerned for your safety, but he held back his tongue.

“aww..” you pouted, before brightening up as he swung you around once more.

you could barely feel the eyes on your back, unknowingly used to the feeling, thinking it was normal.

as the student let you down, you squealed as an arrow flied past you, stabbing into the dirt right beside his foot.

mumbling a curse, you winced as your arm was roughly grabbed, getting dragged along as the student — far more athletic than you were — ran.

but… you could only furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

weren’t the arrows.. normal?

they always came when you accidentally stuck around someone for too long, at least getting shot once, ‘n then rook usually always comes in and steals you away! so.. it should be fine, right?

so why does the nice stranger look so cautious? rook just doesn’t like when playtime gets too long.

💗

the next day, you couldn’t help but stare in awe as rook stood in front of you, wiping something off with a cloth.

it was a little bit dirty, most likely from how much it’s been used.

as you mindlessly rambled to him on what your day was like, (he always listened, with his signature smile — even if most of the day was spent with him) you couldn’t help but wonder if you were gonna see that nice stranger again.

i mean… the arrow felt different from usual.

maybe he got mad?

..hm, no. rook was always so nice to you, and he was the best, and..— so there’s no way he got angry at all.

brain too puny to think abt french, it’s also 3 am (no dialogue from mr hunt today) AND ALSO BC OF THE TIME I’M SORRY IF THIS SEEMS A LIL IFFY (anyways)

ahoy, twst fandom

my first piece of writing for idv was yandere so i thought i’d make it a tradition n do it for twst too

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #child reader #platonic #yandere #yandere twst #twst vil #vil schoenheit #twst rook #rook hunt

[just-jordie-things]

family life with megumi fushguro? 🥺 👉🏽👈🏽

ugh yes this idea makes me so soft.

he would be the best dad. he’s already mastered the resting dad face. if you have a son he definitely named him yuuji 🥰

loves making breakfast for you and your lil one on saturday mornings, cozying up in pajamas with french toast and eggs and bacon and potatoes- every inch of counter space in your kitchen is covered with plates of everything your hearts desire.

he’s the kind of dad to carry your little one on his shoulders on shopping/grocery days. your kid loves to play with his hair, making it impossibly messier. you have hundreds of photos in your camera roll of this. megumi’s pout at his disheveled hair accompanied with your child’s beam of joy makes your heart melt.

when he comes home from particularly long missions, he’ll always cuddle your little one until they fall asleep on the couch. you have a few too many pictures of this scene as well. (AH! dad!megumi cuddling his kiddo on his chest, both of them passed out 🥰)

if you have a girl he would happily play dress up with her. all decked out with messy nail polish, blotchy eyeshadow and blush, and the biggest, glitter-iest bows. (again- you’ll have to upgrade your phone’s storage to make room for all the pictures you’re taking)

he’s very protective of you both. always holding hands when crossing the street or when in busy public spaces. he can be a little strict when it comes to these things, but it only comes from a place of worry and love.

spoils your kid senselessly. really. you’ll have to talk to him because a child does not need a new toy or outfit every day. you tell him that he’s going to raise a brat. he comes home with a new teddy the next day anyways. your kid is too sweet to become a lil brat anyways.

HIS SHIKIGAMI LOVE HIS LIL ANGEL CHILD!! they babysit sometimes 🥰🥰

(he lets his shikigami babysit more often than gojo)

whenever you’re at get-togethers with your friends, your little one has all the attention. there will be times where you and megumi will look around and have no idea where the lil rugrat went. only to find them sneaking sweets with gojo, rough housing outside with maki and panda, or up to some mischeif with nobara and toge. (i could write a whole fic about this ISTG)

okok last thing megumi would absolutely have a little locket with a photo of you on one side and a photo of his precious little baby on the other 🥰🫶

#megumi brainrot #megumi x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #jujutsu kaisen