Context: The DM is running The World’s Largest Dungeon setting. The party has come to an area flooded by murky water. Stalled by the heavier armored players, it gives me a chance to flex my nature spells.
Cleric(Me): I cast Speak with Animal and summon a celestial porpoise. A pink one, preferably. I tell it to use its echo location to look around.
DM: Alright, you summon it. After a little bit it comes back.
“Show me your wrist” for the four word prompt requested by @scorpiosyasss
Hunk prided himself in being an observant person.
He’d always been the one to see the oddity of the situation, like focusing on a needle instead of the rest of the haystack. After all, he’d been the one who figured out about the Fraunhofer line that led them to the Blue Lion, and knew how to find his Lion through a quick scan through the old tech he was shown and the one to realize Rolo and his crew were plotting against them (Hunk hadn’t yet forgiven them, oh no - he knew how to hold his grudges).
Needless to say, observations were Hunk’s kind of thing, especially if it meant experimenting with tests and recording interesting results, which was why when he caught a flash of blue on Keith’s wrist, he reached out without thinking and grabbed Keith by the shoulder.
Keith tensed up, whirling back at Hunk with a guarded expression. Realizing it was just Hunk, he exhaled slowly, giving Hunk a loop sided smile. “Hey big guy, what gives?”
Hunk paused, now wondering if it had been a good idea. Sure, Hunk was really curious what the thing on Keith’s hand was, but he wasn’t sure if he’d even seen it properly. “Uhm. Nothing.” He raised his hands, giving a sheepish smile. “Just wanted to, ya know, greet you and stuff. Like a good ol’ pal. ‘Sup.”
Keith squinted at Hunk, crossing his arms, very obviously unimpressed by the blatant lie - did Hunk mention he was bad at lying? Because he was. Very. “Hunk,” Keith said sternly. “What did you want to say.”
His voice sounded patronizing, and dangerously close like Shiro. Hunk snorted internally at the mental image of Keith wearing a #1 Dad shirt. He backed away, giving his too-awkward smile. “Nothing, I swear.”
“I don’t know if I can trust anymore especially after that one incident–”
Hunk tensed, eyes widening up in surprised when he realized what Keith was doing. “Oh no you don’t–”
Keith deliberately raised his voice, an eyebrow raised. “–where you accidentally wrecked Coran’s–”
“Okay! Okay you made your point now please,” Hunk clamped Keith’s mouth shut, which was easy since his hands were big, “Just stop before anyone hears.”
Keith continued staring at him with a sharp calculating gaze, and Hunk suddenly felt that maybe he was gonna be intruding someone’s privacy, again, without even meaning to. He sighed, grumbling, “show me your wrist.”
Keith blinked, holding his hand to his chest. “Uhm, what?”
“Your wrist, man!” Hunk pouted at Keith. “I don’t know if I saw wrong but I saw a glimpse of blue on your wrist? And I’m not like used to seeing that color on you to say the least so like, show me your wrist to prove that I didn’t see anything and so we can not talk about the incident that you were about to talk about that certainly did not happen?”
Keith blinked at him more, frozen in place. He broke from his trance, cheeks suddenly flushed, and he stared down at his wrist. “Oh. Uh.” He pursed his lips, muttering, “I guess I could show you.”
Before Hunk could ask what, Keith had started to take off his finger less glove, extending his fingers and clenching his fist to movements joints or something. Hesitantly, he held out his arm, showing Hunk what was on his wrist.
Hunk reached out, touching at the cool colored skin, jaws slack. “This is–”
“Lance drew it,” Keith cut in, and Hunk thought, ah. “We were, ah, talking, in the hangar, and he started talking about his family, and he mentioned that he used to do face painting with his niece and nephew, so I asked if he could show me and–” He paused, looking down at the minuscule drawing of a dolphin on his hands. “Well, I actually asked for a cat, but he said he only knew how to color marine life, so yea.”
Keith glanced down, faint smile on his lips despite the obvious blush on his face. At the sight of that, something clicked in Hunk’s mind, and he grinned, leaning down to whisper a small, “go get ‘im,” before running to his best friend’s room excitedly, leaving a flustered Keith alone in the corridor.
Hunk was observant, alright. But even the most oblivious person could see what was going on. And he was going to find the root of this.
He slammed into Lance’s room, catching Lance sewing straying seams on Keith’s jacket. Lance looked up, eyes wide at the sight of his best friend. “Hunk? What are you–” He followed Hunk’s gaze down onto the jacket, and blanched. “I swear this is not what you think it is–”
Hi! I binge read all of these haha, but could you do RFA+V+Saeran react to MC having a stuffed animal they are overly attached to? I'm obsessed with this fluffy cow I have.. It's embarrassing but I feel like it would be a cute lil thing to write.
Haha, so cute! Don’t we all have one of those:) Hope you like these scenarios!
You offer to drive him to work one day
While you’re grabbing one last thing out of the house, you tell him to get in the car
He notices a stuffed penguin on your dashboard
It looks familiar and finally he realizes its the one he gave you when you first started dating
“You’ve been keeping it in the car the whole time? I had completely forgotten about it.”
“It’s so cute, and it means so much to me. So of course.”
He’s flattered and flustered at the same time
He keeps playing with it while you’re driving
Honestly, a danger to the road because you keep getting distracted cuz he was so cute
He asks you what you named it and you suddenly grow quiet
When he keeps prodding you, you break down
He thinks it’s the cutest thing
You were sick, so he wanted to pop by and see how you were doing
He wanted to surprise you, so you didn’t expect him to show up at your doorstep
But he was the surprised one when you were clutching a stuffed puppy
You got super embarrassed and threw it into your room
“No, no! MC, I think it’s cute!”
When you finally recovered and brought it out again, he saw how beaten up it was
You explained it was from your childhood and now he’s just dying inside
He loves seeing you interact with stuffed animals so much
While he runs out for your medicine, he gets you both matching stuffed bunnies
“You can think of me whenever you see it, and I’ll do the same for you!”
You cherish just as much as your childhood stuffed animal
Months ago, she saw you had grown a new obsession with peacock feathers
Your stationery, notepads, and even mousepad had peacock feathers
To tease you, she boughts you a peacock stuffed animal
Months later, she came into your room and you had the peacock propped on your shoulder
You explained that you were pretty much obsessed with it
Mostly because she bought it for you and you thought it was sweet
She’s hit with the feels
Sometimes she’ll snap pictures of you with it
You usually went to his penthouse to visit him
But today, he really wanted to surprise you at your place
So he stopped by out of the blue after a meeting nearby
You invited him in, although the apartment still had some things scattered about
One of those things was your favorite stuffed lion on the couch
He picked it up and asked you why you had a toy
You chuckled and explain that it was from middle school
“Memories….but mostly for comfort.”
“I don’t understand.”
You just laugh it off and go get some drinks from the kitchen
When you return, he’s sitting on the couch and clutching it to his chest
He tries to say he’s testing this whole comfort theory
But he doesn’t let it go for his whole visit
You had recently brought some boxes from back home
You called Seven to help you carry them into the apartment
After bringing the last box, he sees a stuffed tiger at the top
You saw it and took it from him, squeezing it tightly in a hug
He’s just grinning at you and saying how cute you are it is
“Isn’t it? My friend got it for me during the worst finals week of my life. He was sweet to notice my suffering?”
You thought you caught him staring at the stuffed animal oddly, but you shrugged and moved on
A few days later, Seven gifted you with a small tiger robot
He also brought a bag of different stuffed animals and told you to pick one
What was he planning to do with the others though???
He was having a really rough day
He didn’t even want to move off of the couch
In an attempt to comfort him, you bring out your favorite stuffed dolphin and hand it to him
You explain that hugging it calms you down
As he holds it close to him, he starts opening up
He admits that it is comforting and that he used to want one when he was a child
But he was never allowed to have any toys
You feel so bad, you go out and buy him a stuffed turtle
You hand it to him, “This is to help you get out of your shell!”
He’s so touched...even if he doesn’t show it
He had bought you this stuffed Koala as part of a Valentine’s day gift
Now every time you sent him pictures on Clapchat, you featured the Koala
He always got a kick out of it because you got creative with your photos
You would always dress it up in something from your house
Keith has hardly left the house in like, six months. His brother, Shiro, apparently takes issue with this. Which is why Keith finds himself spending the start of his summer trapped in a death trap of a car with four people he barely knows, his brother and a ferret that’s trying to kill him, on his way to a concert event across the country. This is not how Keith had planned his summer to go, that’s for sure.
How 'bout a scenario where s/o is on a date with long time bf Jotaro. Jotaro is so sweet and he stops time to stare at his beloved while they watch fireworks. He loves the look in their eyes with the vivid colors, but s/o knows him well enough to tell when he has stopped time, causing him to blush and hide under his hat when they bring it up.
I HAD SO MUCH FUN WITH THIS, I LOVE WRITING SOFTARO!
Hi Steph. Thank you so much for running this blog and your fic recs lists save me from boredom so many times when I really want to have something good to read on the train or bus. I am wondering if you know any good fics which John finally realised what Sherlock has meant to him and what Sherlock had done for him and Mary after he is married to Mary and finally decided to make everything right? Load of angst is fine but with a happy endibg please? Thank you very much! ❤
OH SHIT this is so far backlogged in my asks, I am SO sorry I missed it. I actually can’t think of anything SPECIFIC to this off the top of my head, but these are SORT of similar:
The Slow Burn by CaitlinFairchild(E, 12,097 w. | Romance, Emotional Infidelity, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV) – John smiles, something small and private and for him alone, and Sherlock just…he knows. With a heart-stopping certainty, Sherlock suddenly knows. It feels like falling off the edge of a cliff. It feels like falling off the edge of the world. It feels like flying.
Vena Cava by SilentAuror(E, 27,452 w. || HLV Fix-It, Romance, H/C, Angst, Infidelity) – Sherlock has been shot in the chest; John has been shot in the heart. Though everything is broken, they do their best to heal the wounds that Mary left on them both.
Silhouettes by allonsys_girl(E, 28,585 w. || Fluff, Bed Sharing, Angst, Drinking, Grief, Infidelity, Drug Use, POV John, Parentlock) – Sherlock and John find comfort in each other’s arms, but as ever with these two, it’s not your typical relationship. It’s fluffy at the beginning, gets deeply angsty in the middle, gets porny at the end.
To be Loved by You by TwisterMelody(M, 28,775 w. || Angst, H/C, Friends to Lovers, Post-HLV, Infidelity, Character Death) – Too many times they had confessed themselves in the darkness, leaving it there, never to speak of it again. But this is different. This love deserves the light of day.
Shallow Grave by SilentAuror(E, 32,672 w. || Romance, Angst, HLV Fix It, Infidelity, Pining Sherlock) – Starts as Sherlock’s plane is taking off at the end of His Last Vow. When he finds out that Moriarty is alive and that he’s being recalled from his mission, Sherlock decides that he should have told John how he felt before he left. So he walks off the plane and kisses him.
Right Hand Man by SilentAuror(E, 42,031 w. || H/C, Injury, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Mary is Not Nice) – When John’s left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she’s about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm.
The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by ivyblossom(E, 62,006 w || Sherlock POV, Pining, Angst, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Sherlock Learns About Himself, Happy Ending) – Sherlock struggles with his feelings for John, makes a mistake, and learns just how important he and John are to each other. Non-BBC Mary / John, but it’s a *complicated* relationship.
The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild(E, 77,289 w. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary’s betrayal and Sherlock’s deceptions.
I’m sure I have others, but these are what I have sorted so far. I have too many fics. I hope these appeal to you, and as always, followers, please add your recs! <3
You’ve got it, fam. 🙏 (At the time, Ponyboy was 10 years old, Sodapop was almost 13 years old, and Darry was 16 years old.)
- “Could Steve come?? Please, mom, please,” Soda begs and Momma Curtis, being the nice lady she is, agrees. Ponyboy was really excited and now he’s like “Oh, great.” :,) because Steve is tagging along.
- Pony is squished between Sodapop and Steve the whole way there and he’s literally this close 👌 to losing it bc Steve and Soda are screaming lyrics to whatever songs come on the radio and leaning over Pony to playfully fight.
- Darry and Papa Curtis go their separate ways to explore exhibits while Momma Curtis stays with Steve, Soda, and Pony.
- They’re barely passed the gates and Ponyboy is Already Ready To Go Home™, but Momma Curtis buys all the boys some ice-cream located near the bird exhibit and Pony feels a lot better.
-That is until a fucking peacock chases Ponyboy around the exhibit and Steve is laughing so hard that tears are pricking his eyes.
- It flares its feathers and tries to peck at his t-shirt with its beak and Ponyboy starts to cry bc he just can’t with today and Momma Curtis has to grab him and shoo the birdie away.
- Sodapop gives Ponyboy the rest of his ice-cream (Pony dropped his while running) and cheers him up w/ his charm and they all start to explore the different exhibits.
- Ponyboy really loves the dolphins, he puts his hand on the glass and stares at them in awe. ♡
- Steve is yelling at the koalas and trying to feed them crackers.
- Sodapop makes faces at the snakes from behind the glass and screeches when one tries to strike.
- Sodapop gets to feed one of the giraffes and it stays by his side, so he keeps petting it and feeding it and he tries asking the zoo keeper if he can take it home.
- Steve and Sodapop try communicating with the gorillas and acting like total dummies, but the gorillas get pissed off and pound on the glass with their fists and it scares tf out of Ponyboy and he hides his face in his mom’s shirt.
- Ponyboy ends up feeling really nauseous bc the flamingos smell awful and Steve and Sodapop won’t stop chasing each other and bumping into Ponyboy (Steve does it on purpose).
- Bc of that, Pony is incredibly irritable and whiny and Darry has to carry him to the car to take him home early.
Summary: Park Jimin never led you to believe that you and him were meant to be
and you thought you could live with that. You loved him, but he doesn’t love you and yet he stays, that wasn’t so bad, right? A year into the “relationship” and you began questioning your purpose. Were you really just a plaything to him or was he the same broken man who asked you to stay all those nights ago? If meeting Jimin was fate, then is staying with him a choice?
Pairing: Jimin x Reader; minor Hoseok x Reader
Genre: Fuckboy!Jimin, Fan!Reader, mostly canon, Angst, Smut, Rated M for sexual content, basically pwp
Words: 687 (for the preview)
Warning(s): slightly non-con sex, degradation, violence, profanity and mentions of suicide
a/n: My birthday offering to you guys. I’m just beginning to write this so idk if I can make it on time for my birthday lol, but here’s a preview. This is a sequel of sorts to 75. Shadows.
It had become a
routine of some sort, a twisted, somewhat pitiful routine to you. To say that
Jimin barrelling on your door at 3am was a surprise would mean that you
actually didn’t expect him to come at all.
But you did.
You received a
call from Jungkook just a few hours ago and Jimin apparently had a little feud
with the guards while they were out in the club. Namjoon stopped him before
anything could happen, but that only made him incredibly pissed because Jimin
would’ve preferred to give them a piece of his mind. Only he didn’t or rather,
he couldn’t because of the BTS name that he carries like a brand against his
forehead. You knew way before he was banging on your door, drawling out your
name in a drunken stupor, that you would be the one to receive all of his
You could never
get used it, to everything really. A year ago, when Jimin had plucked you
serendipitously from a nameless club, you were between jobs, living in a shabby
studio type apartment with just enough room for a secondhand bed. You took the
chance then, a mere shot at one night of paradise, but you never expected him
to ask you to stay and to order breakfast and eat with you quietly on his
He never said
anything when it came to you. A month in, you knew he hated labels, but he seem
to know quite well how to play you in his palm and set your limits. At first,
it worked because your happiness was at the superficial level. He got you an
apartment in the same building as his, bought you things you needed and wanted
without you asking and though meeting you hadn’t stripped him off his
flirtatious default, he only ever smiled and winked at the women who flung
themselves at him, but they never make it past his doorway.
that was enough for you. Jimin hated labels, so you strived to live up to that.
You were undoubtedly special, but love will always be a different conversation.
You loved him, of
course; loved him the moment you set your eyes on him as a fan. You loved him
even when you found out his true nature, loved him despite his broken self. You
were just hairs width away from worshipping him, but lately, things have
changed. The rose-colored lenses that you wore for the past year had begun
His drawled out voice would sound endearing to anyone else, but to you, it was
pure intoxication and desire. “…where are you, sweetheart?”
You gripped a
half-empty glass of water as you waited for him to find you in the kitchen.
He rounded the
corner and smiled easily when he met your eyes. He smiles more when he’s drunk,
almost as if his old self takes over for brief moments. “There you are,
pet.” He sauntered over, gripping the counter before he found you staring
“I had an
awful day, baby. Will you make me feel better?” He asked when he stalked
closer, placing his hands on your hips. His thumb traced circles over the
sliver of skin that peeked above the waistband of your dolphin shorts.
Placing a hand on
his chest, you held your ground and told him the obvious, trying to sound as
threatening as you can muster. “You’re drunk, Jimin.”
on. It’s not like we haven’t had done this drunk before. What happened to the
fun girl who had sex with me in the club restroom months ago?” He
whispered on your neck where he just placed a kiss. He moved up to your ear,
nibbling at your earlobe, leaving a trail of wet kisses along your prominent
please…” You tried to cup his face and meet his eyes, only to see that
airy glaze over them. How much did he exactly drink?
what, baby?” He smirked and you knew that he was merely patronizing you,
that in the end, he’s going to get what he wants.