#I’ve made myself a bit upset but I’ll be alright and I do really want to share his little story because I miss him so much

[sh5]

im really sorry to hear about your dog :( i cant even imagine what you must be going through right now, i hope youre doing okay. and about succession- id def watch it if you think id give you like More Thoughts. of course you're going to grief over it being over, but atleast itll give you something to think about yk? idk. its all up to you, wishing you all the best

Thank you for the kind words! Sorry that I didn’t see this until I sat down to watch the ep, but you were pretty much right! I probably would’ve sat around and cried like I did yesterday if I didn’t have something to look forward to and then distract me. I’ve been the same with work—it’s really, really helped keep my mind off it.

#ask box #I do really appreciate the kind words. he was my childhood puppy. my dad promised to take me to an Alicia Keys concert when I was 10 and we #couldn’t make it for some reason and he asked how he could make it up to me. I said a puppy. and he wasn’t even my first choice. i think I #cried a little when the pug I wanted was adopted by someone else. but there was this little rat terrier mutt my dad loved. the name the #shelter gave him was Spanky but we named him Thaddeus after a passed family member. he was the sweetest boy ever especially at the end #I’ve made myself a bit upset but I’ll be alright and I do really want to share his little story because I miss him so much

[rebouks]

Previous // Next

[Robin scrambled over the back of the sofa and wedged himself beside Oscar, absently watching TV. Part of him hoped his father wouldn’t wake, but he was a notoriously light sleeper so the chances were slim. Sure enough, Oscar stirred, sleepily wrapping an arm around his son with a cosy hum] Oscar: Mmh-.. what time is it? Robin: I don’t know. Oscar: Late, then… [Robin shrugged a shoulder, the steady rhythm of his father’s heartbeat soothing his frayed nerves; he wished they could just stay like this forever-.. Oscar’s breathing softened as he threatened to drift off again though, reminding Robin why he’d clambered out of bed in the first place] Robin: Papa.. can I ask you something? Oscar: Anything. [Robin held his breath, readying himself for the inevitable barrage of Oscar’s unpleasant memories] Robin: Can you tell me the truth about what Larry said? I asked grandma, but she made me promise I’d ask you too-.. that you’d explain it better than her. Oscar: Is that what you’ve been thinking about this whole time? Robin: I don’t want you to die again… Oscar: I’m not going anywhere, I promise. Robin: You can’t exactly promise something like that. Oscar: I promise I’ll try my best not to, then. Robin: You still think about that sorta stuff though, don’t you? How do you know it won’t happen again? [Oscar sighed as he righted himself and settled Robin atop his knee, wondering what on earth Sidney had told him] Robin: She said you knew the risks-.. why’d you do it? Oscar: I wasn’t thinking straight-.. bit off more than I could chew. I was in a pretty bad place at the time. Robin: Why? Oscar: I like to keep things to myself, but it doesn’t do you any favours; I used to use all that nasty stuff to bury my feelings, to numb the pain it caused me to keep it all locked up n’ keep going. Robin: But everyone has secrets, don’t they? Oscar: They do, the fewer the better though-.. I think you’re as bad as me for bottling stuff up, but it’s so important to talk about things n’ let people help, ‘cause otherwise you’ll just end up finding unhealthy ways to cope instead. Robin: So, it happened by accident? Oscar: Yeah-.. it was pretty scary, to be honest. Robin: But it definitely wasn’t on purpose? Oscar: Sometimes I figured it’d be easier, but I didn’t want to die, no. Robin: I don’t want you to either, not ever. Oscar: It’s normal to be frightened of losing the people you love. Robin: Really? Oscar: Yeah-.. I used to worry about my grandad dying when I was your age. Sometimes it’d randomly pop into my head and I’d wonder what I’d do without him n’ get all pissy with everyone ‘til I could be alone, then I’d cry about it. [Robin felt a twinge of sadness yet smiled faintly, feeling slightly less weird for worrying so excessively] Robin: Sorry I asked grandma first… Oscar: It’s alright, being curious is normal too. [Oscar squeezed Robin tightly, semi-wishing he’d explained a little sooner; he was so mature for his age sometimes] Oscar: I’ll never ever be upset with you for asking questions, okay? There’s nothing you can’t talk to me about. Robin: I didn’t want to make you remember. Oscar: The past is what makes us who we are, buddy-.. I just hope I’ve made enough mistakes for the both of us…

#ts4 #sims 4 #simblr #ts4 story #sims story #forever in between #fib #oscar finch #robin finch #i'll be in the sobbing corner if anyone needs me.. #😭 #such a delicate dance between sharing too much vs being open and honest #n i think although robin prolly knows more than he should about substance issues he still doesn't -really- get it yet #prolly more freaked out by the whole death thing tbf #ough #i reckon oscar's made him feel a bit better abt it now tho #give the man a dad award stat #🤧 #twdeathmention

[orions-tears]

Guardian Angel - Ominis Gaunt [Final Part]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Slytherin fem!reader

Themes: Fluff, angst

A/N: Thank you for all the love on this series! I really enjoyed this one. I have a lot of schoolwork and tumblr is trying to hide me but I'm still taking requests! I'm gonna post a new piece sometime tomorrow so look out for it! Again thank you and I love you all

Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 are linked!

You wake up in a dark room. Merlin, your head is killing you. You sit up and look around. The Hospital wing. No Ominis this time. You frown and try to stand up, but when your head starts throbbing you decide maybe it's best to wait. If Ominis isn’t here, was he mad at you? Maybe you had just been out for a while. You really hoped it was that one. After a while, you feel a bit better and sneak past Nurse Blainey and back to the common room. You see Sebastian sitting by the windows, watching the sea monster move about the lake. You walk over and stand behind him.

“Have you seen a mermaid yet?”

He jumps and turns around, eyes wide. “(Y/N)!” He jumps up and hugs you tightly.

You laugh and hug him back. “I’ll take that as a no then.”

He pulls away. “I’ve missed you. Really. It’s not the same without you.”

You tilt your head. How long were you out? Were you secretly a ghost and he just wasn’t telling you? “What do you mean?”

He frowns and looks back at the window. “You’ve been asleep for a week now.”

You gasp and shove him a little. “A week?!”

He rubs where you shoved him and looks at the floor. “I’m sorry…I tried, I really did. He came out of nowhere and I-“

You hug him again and he goes silent. “I’m not upset, Sebastian.” You pull away. “Where’s Ominis?”

He looks at you, a bit nervous. “I haven’t seen him. Honestly. I’ve been looking for him since we got back but he’s nowhere.”

Now you’re worried. You say goodbye to Sebastian and start searching. What did he mean “we”? Ominis wasn’t at the ruins. At least…not that you remember. You run to the Undercroft. Nothing. The library? Nothing there either. Where in Merlin’s beard could he be? There’s only one other place in Hogwarts that you know of that he alone had access to.

You walk up to the entrance of the scriptorium. He wouldn’t be here. Right? He never wanted to come in and the way he felt when you both made him join you was…No way he’s in here. You walk in and look around. You walk up the stairs.

“Ominis…?”

He’s sat on the floor in the corner, knees to his chest. He turns his head towards you. He suddenly looks so scared and buries his face in his arms.

“Ominis are you alright?” You slowly walk over to him, kneeling down in front of him. When he doesn’t respond you lightly touch his arm. “Ominis please speak to me.”

He tilts his head up, tears rolling down his face. “Any other spell. I should have done any other spell. Why…?”

“What are you talking about?”

He rubs his eyes, unable to face you. Seeing him this upset causes you physical pain. What happened when you were out? “Ominis…”

“I killed him, (Y/N)…Rookwood…”

You gasp and lean closer. “Ominis, you? But how, you weren’t even there…?”

He shakes his head. “I heard you two talking about it and knew you couldn’t do it alone. When I got there he…I heard what he did to you…He went to kill you and I just…it just happened…” He keeps shaking his head. “I told myself I would never engage in the dark arts again. Never. I’m just like them.”

Realizing what spell he used, you scooched in next to him and gave him a hug. “No, Ominis. You’re not like your family. You used it to save me.”

He turns his face toward you. “But…”

“Ominis you did what you felt you needed to. You acted on instinct. You saved my life.”

He faces down at his hands and frowns.

You lean into him slightly and smile. “You’re my guardian angel,” you say, kissing him on the cheek. He turns towards you and feels for your face, putting his hands on your cheeks. You freeze, not knowing what he’s doing as he leans in and kisses you. You rest your hand on his leg and kiss him back. After a minute he pulls away and turns his head away from you.

“Ominis…”

He stands, rubbing his hands on his robe. “I’m sorry…”

You stand up beside him and grab him by the robe. Before he can say anything you pull him towards you and kiss him. He relaxes and wraps his arms around your waist.

Eventually, you both leave the scriptorium and walk back to the common room, hand in hand. “Do you think I can conjure wings?”

“What?” he asks, laughing. “Why would you need to conjure wings?”

You smile and hug his arm. “You’re my guardian angel, remember? Every angel needs wings.”

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[conradfisherismine]

Why not me? Part 1?

TW: unloving mother towards reader, Conrad being a dick

Conrad fisher x reader

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Sitting with my head resting on the wall I flush the toilet. That’s the third time I’ve thrown up today. Knowing that I’m pregnant just makes me want to cry, not because I don’t want the baby but more so the fact that my sister can’t decide witch brother she wants. The one that took my virginity away and got me pregnant all in one night, or the one that kinda looks like a puppy. Don’t get me wrong I love jere but he does look like a lost puppy sometimes.

I don’t even know what going on with Conrad, one day he’s fucking me and the next morning “it was a mistake and never should have happened.” Who fucking takes someone’s virginity and then drops them. URGGGGGGG. He makes me so mad sometimes. The only person who knows I’m pregnant is Steven, he barged in the bathroom when I was taking the test; then waited with me once he found out what happened.

Let me take us back a bit to when we arrived to the house.

Getting out of the car I take a nice long breath in, “I’m finally home.” I mumble to myself. Not that anyone would have payed attention to anything I say anyway, my family doesn’t care about me much… well except for Steven Susannah came bolting out of the house at full speed. “ they’re here!” She yelled over to the boys. Jeremiah runs over to belly, looks over her for a second the picks her up and twirls her in the air. “ awh bells I missed you so much!”

Few moment later

“You know what time it is” Steven says with the smirk visible in his voice. “Belly flop time!!!” The three boys scream at the absolute top if they’re lungs. Belly tries to make a run for it but Conrad catches her. Urg the way he grabbed her waist made my heart shatter. I’ve loved Connie since before I can remember, my sister claims to have loved him since we were 11 but I sorta feel like that’s not true. She would always tell me that she didn’t want him and that she loved him like a brother.

Belly and I had huge glow ups this year. I let my hair grow out this winter too, I never really liked it that long anyways it just felt like the thing to do. Ignoring the fact that neither of the boys said hi to me, I made my way inside hopping mom and Susannah would let me talk with them for a little bit.

It’s been 10 minutes and I hear the back door open, then I see Steven and Jeremiah walk in.

“Hey y/n I missed you. Did your hair get longer?” Jeremiah says as he walks over and lightly threads his fingers thought my hair.

“Yes jere bear I’ve been growing it out over the winter, I actually kinda like it longer.” I’ve always called Jeremiah jere bear since we were little, the odd time when I’m aggravated by him or upset I’ll call him Jeremiah but other then that it’s always “jere bear” or “miah”.

All of a sudden I’m being overcome by a cold wet blanket.

“BELLY, I’m going to kill you!”

“Jeez calm down y/n/n” Conrad mumbles

Belly finally lets go after some bickering and I run upstairs to get changed, I’m suddenly felling self conscious once I get into my room and look in the mirror. My white top is completely see through and you can see all my stretch marks.

So many bad thoughts start running through my head;” he’s never going to want you” or ” you look ugly”oh and the best one”just kill yourself they would all be better without you anyway”. My feet feel planted into the floor, it feels like theres quick sand under my feet and me going further into the sand the more the bad thoughts get to me.

Knock knock knock

“One second!” I call out as I quickly through a sweater on.

“Come in”

“You alright y/n, you seemed stressed out earlier when belly was hugging you.” Steven expressed his concern as he made his way over to my bed.

“Yea, I’m fine she was just getting me wet and I didn’t like it. Plus i was wearing a white shirt, last time I checked white plus water equals see through.” I say with sass loaded in my voice.

“Whatever,I’m out.” God he confuses me sometimes.

Time skip to after dinner

I haven’t really touched anything on my plate but no one says anything to me anyways they just keep taking to each other, that is until I stand up and go to walk away.

“Y/n where are you going, you know not to leave the table till everyone left and you have cleared the table.” My mom sneers. I just sit back down not wanting to escalate the situation. Jere looks at me with a glint of pity but it’s quickly gone when belly starts talking to him again. After everyone’s gone and left their dishes on the table even tho Susannah insisted on helping me, mom just dragged her away telling them that this was my job from now on. God I feel so unloved. After I’ve put the dishes in the dish washer, put the leftovers in containers in the fridge, and cleaned the table I finally get to relax. I make my way outside thinking I would be the only one out there at this time at night, only to find Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a joint.

“Thought you said smoking was for losers and it made you dumber.”

“I did that was before I found out how good it made me feel.” We went back and forth a little bit then after a while he patted the spot next to him.

“Sit you must be tired of standing by now.”

I pull up the bottom of my pants a bit then take a seat next to him putting my feet in the pool. Maybe feeling so unloved was why I let it happen but what I remember was Conrad saying all these things that made me think he wanted me, then me being in he’s bed. He slowly started to take my clothes off knowing it was my first time and what I thought was an act of kindness must not really have been. After getting me down to just my panties he looks up at me for consent and I nod my head you can imagine the rest.

1 month later/ present time

I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom wishing I didn’t let that day happen, I go back to my room curl up in bed with my blanky yes I’m a 16 year old who still has a blanket., and start crying the tears feel like they’re never going to stop. I feel the bed dip beside me and I try to hold in my tears till I realize it’s Steven and he closed the door behind him, then I just turn over into his embrace and cry as he rubs my back.

“I heard you throwing up, I had to come make sure you were ok.” He whispers loud enough I can hear it but not loud enough someone else will hear.

“Susannah wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to come mini putting with us and on my way up I heard but didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Okay” my voice comes out all raspy from all the crying I’ve done.

“Good get dressed wipe those tears I know you’re sad about what happened but he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I nod as I wipe my face and get up making my way to my closet, Steven makes his way out of my room.

I walk down the stairs to see everyone putting their shoes on and getting ready to go when Susannah sees me.

“Y/n I’m glad you decided to join us, I was a little worried when I heard you throw-“. Steven doesn’t let her finish asking if we should go now that I’m ready. We end up deciding to take two cars to fit everyone.

“ I call driving!” Belly kinda screams.

“Ha funny. No!” Mom says sarcastically. “I’m driving beck can sit passenger, belly, Steven and Jeremiah can sit in the back.”

“ Wait mom i don’t thi-“

“No arguing Steven I don’t want that stupid brat in my car any longer then she has to be and Conrad knows how to drive so they’ll be fine.” Mom says with a tone so calm but strict that I flinched.

“ I’m sorry y/n/n, it’ll be okay just don’t talk to him.” Steven whispers in my ear. I look over at Conrad but he seems upset that I was looking at him, not that I’m surprised he hasn’t really talked to me since that night. When he does it’s just snide remark’s about the way I’m eating or sitting or really anything that involves me being in the same room as him. It makes me cry at night thinking about that night and how nice and “loving” he was, turns out I was just stupid and naive. Jeremiah must have seen me look at the floor and sigh that I was gonna be alone with Conrad cuz he cherps up

“ I’ll go with con and y/n/n.”

“No you don’t have to jere. You can come with us don’t feel obligated to be with that pig.” My mom says like she really cares about him not being with me.

“ I don’t even think Connie should be with her but someone unfortunately invited her so someone has to drive her there.”

“ If it’s such a problem I can stay here.” I whisper like if I talk any louder I’ll be in trouble.

“There will be no such thing happening y/n, you are coming with us. Laur stop being so mean to your daughter.” She says lovingly towards me then strictly to my mom.

“ I want to go with them it’ll be okay” Jeremiah says confidently without hesitation.

The 2 fisher boys sitting up front with me in the back. This is better than sitting up front with him I guess.

“Could you get your big fat head off my window.” Conrad snaps at me. I flinch. I can feel the tears in my eyes I mumble a sorry and just remove my head from the window looking down at my hands.

“That wasn’t very nice Conrad.” Jeremiah exclaims.

“It’s okay I’m used to it miah.” I whispered lightly. Conrad seems taken aback by what I said but just keeps his eyes on the road.

Jeremiah sighs “ You shouldn’t be. I don’t get why Laurel treats you the way she does.”

“ Cause I’m worthless, and I’m not good enough for anyone. It’s always gonna be belly. Right Conrad.” I mumble feeling the tears streaming down my face. Conrad just scruffs.

When we get to the mini putt I wait for everyone before grabbing a golf club. I grab the one with the purple end. Steven hands me a purple ball he knows me so well. As I start walking behind the group so no one makes anymore comments about me because I don’t think I could take anymore right this second with the pregnancy hormones and the fact that I just stopped crying. Susannah turns around and looks around as if looking for someone.

“Y/n where are you.” Then she sees me. “Oh there you are come here.” She pulls me towards her not caring about the glares she’s getting from my mom. I don’t think she wants me over here but Susannah seems content with me here so I guess I’ll stay.

#conrad fisher x you #conrad fisher x reader #conrad fisher #the summer i turned pretty #jeremiah fisher #conrad fisher x y/n #tsitp x you #tsitp imagine #tsitp x reader #Connie fisher #con fisher

[redriotinggg]

Mikans at Midnight

inspired by this post by @pinkcrittertomb <3

also posted on my ao3

Sanji exhales loudly as he collapses against the kitchen counter. He’s finally done deep cleaning the kitchen. For the millionth time since he began his task, he curses out Luffy, who somehow managed to get into the last dredges of syrup that Usopp brought back from his village and made a mess of both himself and the kitchen. Sanji and Usopp had swiftly doled out a proper punishment for the greedy captain that would likely do nothing to prevent such an event from happening again.  

After hours of cleaning and meal prep, Sanji is positively exhausted and would love nothing more than to pass out in his bunk for a few hours of sleep before he has to wake up and make breakfast for the crew. However, he’ll have to wait for a bit longer because his work is still not finished. 

Nami is on watch tonight and he has to bring her a snack to tide her over and he refuses to make her wait any longer than she has to. Sanji allows himself to rest for the length of time it takes for him to finish a cigarette before he gets back to work.

He hums to himself as he whips up some of her favourite snacks: a parfait with the mikans from her beloved tree, a batch of shortbread cookies with a vanilla glaze, a bowl of assorted fruit, and a pot of Earl Grey tea.

He smiles, thinking of Nami as he leaves the kitchen and heads to the crow’s nest. Sanji admires everyone on their minuscule crew (even that damned moss-brained swordsman, though he’d never admit it aloud), but Nami truly is something special. Not only is she beautiful beyond compare, but she is unbelievably intelligent, kind, headstrong, and resilient. He is honoured to be on the same crew as someone as amazing as she. 

Sanji gets nervous and giddy around her as he does around most women, and he enjoys having her attention. But he’s been working hard on not making her uncomfortable after she told him that she dislikes his flirtatious advances. He would hate to make any woman feel unnerved by him, especially not one whom he considers a friend. He wants Nami to not only think of him as a crewmate and chef but as a friend and someone she can rely on. But Sanji knows that he has to earn that trust. And he will do so one snack at a time.

The smile falls off his face as he climbs the rigging to the nest and hears the sound of someone crying. He is quick to close the distance before he opens up the hatch and makes his way inside.

“Nami-swan, are you alright?”

“Oh, Sanji. I didn’t hear you coming.” The navigator is quick to turn away from him and wipe her eyes. “Thanks for the snack, you can just leave it there.”

When she turns back and sees Sanji sitting across from her and making no effort to leave, Nami resorts to anger. “I thought I told you to fuck off!”

Sanji takes her outburst in stride. “Forgive me, Nami-swan. I don’t mean to overstep, but I couldn’t possibly live with myself if I left you here alone knowing how upset you are. I’ll leave if you really want me to, but maybe I can lend an ear? I’ve been told I’m a good listener.”

Nami studies Sanji as she ponders his offer. The sight of her wet eyes and blotchy face breaks his heart.

“It’s just…” Nami begins tentatively. She glances at Sanji before looking away again, staring up at the stars. She tightens the blanket around her shoulders. “Cocoyashi is finally free. I’m free now. My years of having to work for Arlong are over. But that didn’t fix everything.” Tears begin to fall down her face once again. 

“Belle-mere is still dead. Nojiko spent most of her life hating me, and now I’m here at sea and we can’t even work on becoming sisters again. I lost most of my childhood to those assholes who treated me however the fuck they wanted. No matter what I do now, I’ll never get that time back. All the things I did to survive… I can’t take them back.” She inhales shakily.  “I’ve spent my whole life hating pirates and now I am one. Who am I now? I barely even recognize myself.”

Sanji pours some tea into the mug he brought and gently presses it into her hands, catching her eye as he speaks.

“I think that’s the best part of getting older,” he says quietly. “We live and learn and decide who we want to be. Take the things that serve you and leave the rest. You said it yourself: you’re free now. Free to choose who it is you want to be. It doesn’t matter how long it takes for you to find that out. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. And it’ll be a long, happy life if I have anything to say about it,” Sanji vows. “I never would’ve seen myself becoming a pirate, either, but being on this crew? Well, it doesn’t seem so bad.”

They sit in silence for a little while before a harsh sob wracks Nami’s figure. “I miss her,” she weeps. “I miss my mom. Why did she have to die?”

Sanji opens up his arms and Nami falls onto him, sobbing into his chest. He takes the mug from her grip and holds her close, whispering assurances into her hair.

“I’m sorry all that happened to you. I wish I could take all that pain for myself,” he says.

“Regardless of what you may have done, I’m sure your mother and sister are proud of you. I’m sure they’re glad that you’re alive and doing what you want with your life. The pain may never go away, but it’s a reminder of the love between you all. You and Nojiko will always be sisters no matter how far apart you are.”

Nami squeezes him tightly as she continues to cry. 

“Thank you, Sanji,” she says when her tears have subsided. She pulls herself out of the embrace, accepts the handkerchief the chef passes to her and dabs her eyes. “I’m glad you were here.”

“Of course, Nami. I won’t have all the answers, but I’ll always be willing to listen and do what I can.” Sanji pushes the tray of food closer to Nami. “Here, have something to eat.”

He removes the lid from the tray, looking at Nami in alarm when she lets out another quiet sob.

“Damn it, Sanji, are you trying to make me die from dehydration?” she snaps, though it lacks its usual heat. “Bringing me the food that reminds me of my mom when I’m missing her. You bastard.”

“Shit! I’m sorry, Nami-swan, let me go get something else for you!”

Nami stops him with a hand on his arm. “No, no. This is perfect. Thank you.”

Sanji lights up a cigarette and is quiet company while Nami eats her snacks. She finishes her parfait, half of the cookies, a cup of tea, and some of the fruit before she puts the lid back on the tray. Sanji opens his mouth to speak up but she beats him to it.

“I still have a couple of hours of watch left. I’ll eat the rest before my shift’s done, I promise.”

“Do you want me to take over for you?” Sanji offers.

“No way, you’re exhausted. You need some sleep. And I’m not in the mood to deal with a hungry Luffy first thing in the morning. I’ll be okay.”

When Sanji doesn’t immediately get up to leave, Nami sighs heavily and leans her head on his shoulder. “Ugh, I hate crying! Now my sinuses hurt.”

Sanji blinks past his surprise and wraps his arm around her shoulders as he tries to force down the blush radiating from his cheeks. “Y-yeah. I don’t know how that Long-nose does it so often.”

Nami chuckles. “Maybe the length of his nose helps somehow?”

Sanji hums thoughtfully. “Maybe. Either way, he’s a freak of nature,” he states, the both of them laughing quietly at the sniper's expense.

“Thank you for being here for me, Sanji,” Nami says when they’ve calmed. “I really appreciate it.”

“I’ll always be here for you, Nami,” Sanji promises. “If you ever need someone to talk to or something to eat, I’m here.”

“What if I need this?” Nami plucks the cigarette from Sanji’s lips and takes a drag before placing it back in his mouth. She cackles at the sight of his cherry-red face.

“I-I-I don’t think I can allow that, Nami-swan! You shouldn’t poison yourself with these things!” He tosses the cigarette overboard for good measure, even though he needs about ten more, right now.

“And neither should you,” Nami says stubbornly. She sits up and stretches, turning to Sanji with a contented smile. “I’m okay now, so get out of here and get some sleep! I won't forgive you if my breakfast isn't top-notch like usual.”

“Are you sure?” Sanji shrinks under the glare she sends his way. “Alright, alright, I’m gone. Have a good night, Nami-swan.”

Sanji is halfway down the rigging when Nami leans over the edge of the nest to call down to him. “Oh, and Sanji?”

“Yes, dear?”

The serene smile Nami sends his way almost sends Sanji tumbling down the rigging. “Belle-mere’s mikans taste best when you’ve made something with them.”

With that, Nami hides back in the nest, the sound of a pencil on paper disturbing the silence of the night.

Below, Sanji’s hands hold the rigging in a bruising grip while a goofy smile spreads on his face alongside a heated blush. He holds onto this feeling and memorizes it, storing it deep in his heart. He vows that he will do everything in his power to keep that smile on his navigator’s face.

#sanji #nami #black leg sanji #cat burglar nami #one piece #I LOVE THEM SO MUCH I WROTE THIS LIKE A WOMAN POSSESSED #i didn't even know how badly i was craving a sweet moment between these two until I started writing this so thank you #i hope you like it despite the cringe title #i will write more of them someday but pls accept my humble offering for now #red's writing

[ryuichirou]

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A bunch of shorter ones today, but first!

We posted two top-centric hc lists yesterday, and I somehow completely forgot to mention Jack in either of them 🥳 I am so sorry to Jack Nation and to the goodest of boys himself, so at the end of this post there are hcs about him on both of the yesterday’s topics… (I’ll also add them to the respective posts, obviously)

This weird oopsie aside, here are the replies:

feverish-dove asked:

THANK YOUUUUUUUU♥️ i don’t think you realize how happy that made me. i love speedpaints but when an artist takes the time to break down what they did so i dont have to try (and usually fail) to do so myself it just goes brrrrrrr<3 im soooooo happy rn. you and katsu are awesome

You are so very welcome!! ♥️

I am very happy that the post was useful and any of my explanations were cohesive enough to understand something. And I really love talking about my art process, so thank you for your question!

Anonymous asked:

I just wanna say i'm in love with genderswap twst headcanons and arts... Thank you for sharing a full course meal-

You’re very welcome, Anon! I am super happy that you’re enjoying these. Like I’ve already said, drawing and writing these are a treat and a national holiday for me lol

Anonymous asked:

I’ll break Idia, you say? Well, I did always want to wreck him… 😏

Anonymous asked:

You can't tell me what to do 😠

I'm swallowing your art whole as you speak

Anons are misbehaving… Anons are getting wild 😳 breaking Idia left and right and not chewing stuff properly!

I love the chaos.

Anonymous asked:

I also have an Idia plush and he’s cheeked up.

His clothes sold out though so he’s naked. I put a Nagito jacket on him to hide his shame i.e. his butt.

Damn Anon this is even better though. Imagine Idia with a Nagito jacket barely covering his naked body. This image is doing something with my brain.

Anonymous asked:

HELP do you have any thoughts on azurido??? its been on my mind since i saw Floyd say Azul (probably) wouldnt mind keeping him as a pet for winter (?) break

Indeed, Anon, here is the tag!

Oh we love that line from Floyd lol This whole scene happens so fast and feeds us with so much stuff that it takes time to process.

Azul absolutely wouldn’t mind keeping him as a pet… it’s upsetting that Riddle probably wouldn’t be much of a help at the Lounge (the main reason for Azul to keep pets lol) but knowing how much Riddle’s existence wounds Azul’s precious ego? He would get super smug with Riddle temporarily being his lap cat. Or a little chihuahua.

Anonymous asked:

I’m not sure why but I would love the idea of Epel talking about how girls are weak and then getting his butt handed to him by a girl in Magical Shift. The competitive, tomboy in me would be grinning like a maniac.

Epel absolutely needs to have a girl kick his ass, and it’s weird that he even needs this to happen to realise that “girly” doesn’t mean “weak”; just look at his meemaw and how scary she can get. I’m sure Epel’s mom isn’t any better lol

Anonymous asked:

I had a sudden thoughts last night

So coway au

But it's just Riddle riding Floyd in a cowboy outfit

Thoughts? 👀👀👀

Anonymous asked:

yeehaw 🤠

I wonder… if you two are the same Anon… maybe not. Maybe we just mentally entered a saloon somehow and now I am a sheriff.

To answer the first Anon, this would be insanely hot, and I feel like if Riddle is drunk out of his mind enough, he could do that. He wouldn’t succeed though, because riding a horse is one thing, but riding Floyd while being completely drunk is totally different lol But it’s the attempt that counts. Floyd is going to be very entertained either way. Or annoyed, you never know with him.

Alright, so JackJack hcs.

strap hcs for fem tops or if they even use them lol.

Jack could’ve been very good at it if someone made her use it, but I feel like she thinks that this is too obscene of a thing to do. It’s not like she’s prudish, but wearing a strap is a bit too far for her. Even though someone would probably look at her and think that it looked very good on her…

Based on that one post about the bottoms getting creamed up inside how would the tops react if their partners are demanding/begging for them to cum inside them?

Jack – he is probably the type to start thinking about pulling out when he starts to feel his knot growing, you know, being responsible and stuff, but if he hears his partner begging or demanding him to cum inside, his brain would shut down completely and he would go even deeper than before and fill his partner to the brim :( He would be very embarrassed of himself afterwards.

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[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Carla Dark [Prologue]

ー The scene starts in the forest

Yui: ( Exactly, I made a choice for myself. That I would stay with Carla-sanーー )

Carla: ...What is the matter?

Yui: Eh? 

Carla: No. Your expression speaks louder than a thousand words. ーー Are you anxious?

Yui: Ugh...

( I guess I can’t keep secrets from him... )

I suppose I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t at all worried.

Besides...If I’m honest, I just don’t want it to get to a war. 

Still, I realize that there’s nothing I can do about that...

Carla: ...Heh.

ー Carla embraces her

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( Eh? He’s holding me close...!? )

Carla: You say some rather adorable things, Yui.

Rest assured. You are my woman. I shall keep you safe at all costs.

Yui: ...Carla-san...

( Oh no...My heart’s beating so fast, it might just give in... )

E-Excuse me...!

Carla: Hm?

Yui: ...Are you feeling alright? That’s what I’m most concerned about.

Carla: Do not worry about that. Right now I am just fine. 

It is odd, but for some reason, having you by my side helps me feel better. 

Yui: Eh...?

Carla: What’s wrong? Does that not make you happy?

Yui: ...! G-Geez! Please don’t tease me!

Carla: Heh. I am not.

Yui: B-But...

Carla: Oh well, I suppose it’s fine. Even if you don’t voice it out loud, it shows through your expressions. Have you not noticed? Your face is bright red. 

Yui: Eh? ...Ah.

( My face feels hot...Whenever he whispers in my ear, I don’t know how to react... )

Shin: Ahーah...Geez. I can’t keep up with this.

Anyway, I’ll get going now. Go crazy, you two.

Carla: Heh. I do not mind if you watch from back there?

Shin: Ahー Yeah, yeah. I’ve had my fill, thanks. 

ー Shin starts walking away

Shin: ーー That aside, you’ve changed quite a bit, haven’t you, Nii-san?

Carla: Hm? I have?

Shin: Haha. You haven’t noticed? Hmm~

ー Shin leaves

Carla: ...Say, Yui.

Yui: Yes?

Carla: Have I changed?

Yui: Hmー ...I wonder?

Carla: Hm. I suppose Shin might be imagining things after all. 

We should return to our room as well. 

Yui: Yes. 

ー They walk away

Yui: ( ...But you know, I actually think Carla-san has changed immensely as well. )

( At first he was truly terrifying, it left me petrified the whole time. )

( ...But now that he has opened his heart to me, I feel that he is actually an incredibly kind person instead. )

( But he gets upset whenever I say that, so I’ll keep that to myself... )

Carla: What’s wrong? Lost in thought?

Yui: Ah, no. It’s nothing.

( He really is sharp...As if he can look right into my head. )

Carla: There’s tall grass around these parts. Watch your step. 

Yui: Ah, yes. 

Carla: You tend to get yourself in sticky situations. You should hold onto my arm. 

Yui: ...

Carla: Or do you not like having to rely on me? 

Yui: T-That’s not it! I suppose I’ll take you up on your offer then...Excuse me. 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( Yeah, Carla-san has really become a lot kinder than before... )

( Huh? Or maybe not? Could it be me who has changed and not Carla-san...? )

( Perhaps he has always been a kind person, but I simply failed to notice because I was too blinded by my fear for him... )

ー The scene shifts to Carla’s room

Yui: Would you like to drink something? Shall I make us some tea?

Carla: No thank you. ...That man, Kino. He had a group of Ghouls accompanying him, did he not?

Yui: Ghouls...?

Carla: They are creatures who live in the wastelands of the Demon World. 

While they do not possess any special abilities, they are still inhabitants of this Worlds, so I suppose you could also classify them as Demons.

Ghouls are being used as workforce by the likes of Vampires and such. 

Therefore, it is not exactly strange for them to be with that guy. But still...They were awfully high in number. 

Yui: ...

Carla: ... I see, Ghouls, huh? 

Yui: ...? Is something the matter? 

Carla: No...

ーー However, Karlheinz never fails to disgust me.

Yui: ...Why exactly are you bringing Karlheinz-san into this discussion? 

Carla: I believe he purposely chose to disappear from this World, knowing that this would happen. 

Without Karlheinz around, the Demon World will fall into chaos as everyone will begin to fight over his position as Supreme Overlord. 

In other words, he set all of this up.

Yui: But...Why would he do such a thing? 

Carla: I do not know that much. I suppose he was hoping to trigger something by stirring up trouble.

Although I fail to understand what that something could be. 

In short, we are still all dancing to his tune.

However...Heh. In that case, I shall gladly dance. 

Yui: ...Carla-san...

( ...I wonder if we just can’t have a peaceful life? )

( As long as we’re here at Banmaden, we don’t exactly have to get involved with the war... )

( No...I’m sure that wouldn’t work. )

( Even here, tons of other Demons will come seeking out Carla-san’s powers as a Founder. )

( If someone like that Kino guy from earlier were to invade the manor... )

Hey...Carla-san? 

Carla: Hm? What’s wrong? ーー Growing worried again?

Yui: N-No... 

( The two of them are willingly trying to get themselves involved with this mess. )

( I mean, I suppose I can understand that if they cannot avoid conflict, they might as well want to be the first to strike but... )

( But his health is... )

( Endzeit is a terminal illness. Even though it seems to be stable right now, who knows what the future holds... )

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #carla tsukinami #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #lecarladarkprolog

[ikeromantic]

First of all I wanna just say that you are AMAZING!! ❤️❤️🥰 I love your blog and everything you write, you are such a good writer and totally know these characters so well!

Your Leonardo re-write of his route is my absolute favorite fic EVER! ❤️ I have reread it so many times!! I was hoping it'd be alright to request a fic, drabble with Leonardo, if that's okay? Something angsty, spicy, comforting, if that's a thing?

Possibly something where, we all know Leo is very "mature" seeming and even said in the game that while intimate doesn't react or make much noise. He also seems to prefer to have his partner from behind (in almost all his stories.) Well as much as I love this man...er, vampire. These traits would make me a bit insecure. Like he is not enjoying it or he doesn't want to actually look at me during the deed. It would make me pull away from intimacy so he wouldn't have to "deal with me."

Would it be possible for an MC the same way? How would Leonardo handle this?

I'll understand if this is too much though. Anyway thank you so much for all the wonderful content! Have a fabulous day! 🥰❤️

This was a lovely ask. Sorry it took me a bit to get to it, anon! Approx. 1700 words with a dash of spice, a pinch of angst, and a helping of comfort. I hope you enjoy ^_^

Leonardo saw his cara mia in the hall, dusting baseboards. She was bent down, moving in a line, her head nodding to some music only she could hear. It was adorable, and it made him smile. Even when doing chores, she moved with joy. He came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up.

She squealed and kicked out before realizing it was him. “Leo! You bastard! You scared me half to death!”

“Oh? Did you expect someone else to grab you from behind, piccolina?”

“No. That’s the point. I wasn’t expecting it,” she said with a pout. “Now put me down.”

Leo chuckled. “I don’t think I will, cara. It’s been days since I got to spend any time with you. I think I’ll just keep you for myself today.” He placed a kiss on the back of her neck. At first she reacted the way he expected her to, inhaling sharply, a little tremor running down her spine. Then she tensed up and pulled away.

“Put me down. Please. I promised Sebas I would get this done today.” 

“Sure, cara. Sorry.” He rubbed a hand through his hair, feeling a bit confused. “Bad timing, I guess?”

She nodded. “Y-yeah. Anyway, let’s . . . let’s hang out tonight, ok? I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.”

Leonardo couldn’t help but notice the way she looked to the side as she said it. There was something wrong, but he could tell she wasn’t going to talk about it. “I’ll see you tonight then. My room.” He kissed the top of her head. 

That won a small smile from her. “Ok. See you then.”

The rest of the day, she was in Leo’s thoughts. Maybe he’d really frightened her. Or . . . had he done something days ago - something that caused her to avoid him like this? He didn’t remember anything, really. They’d gone out for a picnic. Spent time in the gardens. Then made love in her room. He pushed her up against the window so they could both look out at the moonlight and the scattering of stars. It had been perfect. 

Or, he thought so. She seemed pleased although . . . she had left to clean up in a hurry, and went to bed without giving him a kiss. Leonardo settled his head in his hands. Give a man a thousand years, and women would still be a mystery. Whatever upset her, he only hoped he could make it up to her. His cara was everything.

That night, he waited in his room. He even cleaned off the seating, piling his books and papers higher in the corners. Nervous, he opened his window and lit a cigarillo. The sweet smell of the tobacco settled him as much as the ritual of smoking. 

Above him, the stars moved in a slow waltz across the night sky. The moon crept up from the horizon, hanging over the mansion, sickle-thin curve aglow. His door opened. 

“Cara.” He turned to look at her. 

She gave him a tremulous smile, her expression so shy and full of an unspoken sadness that it reminded him of her first days in Paris. 

Leonardo wanted to pull her into an embrace. To kiss the worry from her brow. But not every heartache could be so easily solved, and he determined to listen first. 

“I wasn’t sure you were still up. Your light is off.” She smiled and came in, closing the door carefully behind her. 

He gave a low chuckle. “And miss my first time alone with you this week?”

Heat rose in her cheeks and for a moment, her eyes met his. Then they skittered to the side, focusing on the sky outside. “Sorry. Again.”

“Don’t apologize.” He closed the distance between them, blocking her view of the window. “Just look at me, cara.”

Slowly, she tilted her head up as if it cost her great effort to do so. 

He sighed and stroked a finger along the line of her jaw. “What is this I see in your eyes?”

“N-nothing.” She bit her lip, thinking. Then she seemed to come to some conclusion. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him toward her as she rose up on her toes. Her lips met his in a hungry kiss. 

It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. Leo met her lips with a thirst of his own. Parting her lips with his teasing tongue, wrapping his arms around her to pull her flush against him.

His cara slipped her hand under his shirt, her nails drawing down his sides. 

Leonardo felt the sting of it, and it only made him want her more. He began to tug her shirt from her skirt.

She was just as eager, her hands sliding down to his hip. One came around to cup his hard length through the thin cloth of his trousers, stroking him while she undid his belt. 

Her shirt fell to the floor, followed by her skirt. The thin, pale starlight hid the sight of her from him, but he didn’t need to devour her with his eyes when he could map every bit of her with his lips and tongue. 

A moan broke from her throat, raw and needy. She bit his shoulder, sending a shudder through him and muffling her cries.

Leonardo wanted to draw this out, but he needed to feel her. To be in her, to possess her as much as he felt possessed by her. He turned her, easing her legs apart. But then he stopped as he felt her tense. Instead, he kissed from the nape of her neck down her back. 

She relaxed a little, but after a moment, stepped away from him. 

“Cara . . . what is it?” He held a hand out to her. 

“I . . . I can’t. I can’t do this.” She bent down and picked up her shirt. 

Leonardo watched her as she pulled it on, confusion and hurt in his wide amber eyes. “Is there someone else?”

“What?” She stopped with her skirt in hand. “No!” 

“Then what is wrong? I can’t help if you won’t tell me.” He sat back on his bed, still watching her. “Didn’t we promise to be honest with each other? No matter what?”

She sniffed, wiping at her eyes as if to rub away tears. “I don’t remember promising that.”

“Well. Tell me anyhow.” 

“I . . .” she sighed and plopped down in the chair he’d cleared off. “Do you even really like me? The way I look?”

“Like you?” Leonardo blinked. “Cara mia, I love you. You are the treasure of my heart. You are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen. Why would you ask me that . . . why now?”

She made a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh. “Y-you never look at me when we make love. And - and never make a sound. I-I don’t even know if you’re enjoying it!”

He saw the silvered gleam of tears in the corners of her eyes before she wiped at them furiously. Leonardo was too stunned to say anything but he held his arms open and she fell against him, burying her face against his chest. He stroked her back, his eyes staring at some distant point while his thoughts gathered. 

Leonardo was a genius. He could design mechanical devices, musical instruments, paintings, sculptures, and a thousand other things he might turn his mind to. But he had yet to understand the vagaries of the heart or the pitfalls of love. It took him some time to think through where all of this went wrong. The answer came slowly. 

“Cara. I’m sorry.” 

She looked up at him, sniffling. Her eyes were red rimmed and her cheeks, tear-stained. “What? No this . . . it’s my fault. I know you love me. I just . . . I don’t know . . .” 

He smiled at her, his eyes warm and gentle. “No. This is all me, cara. You can’t take the credit this time.” 

That brought a little smile to her lips, a question on the tip of her tongue.

Leonardo took her chin in his hand, wiping the dampness from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. “I am sorry that I didn’t ask you what you wanted. I thought,” he cleared his throat, “I thought in that position it would feel better for you. But I should have asked. You’re a smart girl. You know what you want.”

She studied his expression as if she could discern the truth from the set of his jaw and the flutter of his lashes. “I . . . I do like it. But maybe we could other things? I want - I want to see you when we make love. Your eyes. Your face.” She was serious now, her gaze intent. “I want to hear you.”

He chuckled, feeling a flush creep up his own cheeks. “Hear me, cara?”

“Mhmm.” She traced her fingers over the bitemark on his shoulder. “I want to hear you enjoy the things I do to you. I want you to tell me how much you like it.” Her whole face was hot as she said this, and she could not keep meeting his eyes.

Leonardo felt oddly shy about this. He’d never been a vocal lover. But for her, he thought, he would try. Even if he felt a little . . . silly . . . what was that to him, if it made her happy. 

Slowly, he brought his face closer to hers and shared a sweet kiss. “I never want you to doubt, cara mia. I love you. Will you promise to tell me next time I make you unhappy?”

“I promise.” She snuggled onto his lap. 

“Good.” He stroked her hair. “And I promise to ask what you want.” He leaned close, letting his lips brush the curl of her ear. “So tell me, cara, what do you want?”

She shivered, turning her head so that she could look him in the eyes. “You. If - if you still want to . . .” She swallowed. 

Leonardo laughed. “Cara mia, tesora. I want you. Always. Right now and tomorrow and every day after.” He set his other hand on her leg and slid her skirt up her thigh. “Now, you must tell me what you want me to do.”

She surprised him by laughing as well, and pushing him down into the tangled bedsheets. “I think . . . I think I want you to lay here and tell me if - if you like what I’m going to do to you.” Her expression was all nervous excitement, hopeful and anxious all at once. 

“Alright cara. I’ll do my best to sing for you.”

#ikemen vampire #ikevamp leonardo #ikemen leonardo #leonardo da vinci #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #slightly spicy #light angst #comfort

[blu-joons]

When You Back Hug Them ~ Mamamoo Reaction

Solar:

The moment you saw Yongsun awake, you got out of the bed and came up alongside her, hugging her from behind as she began to browse her wardrobe.

The feeling of warmth brought a smile to her face as soon as she felt you there. “How did you sleep?” You asked, peering at her just past her shoulder.

“It’s nice to be home,” she immediately replied, “and sleep in my own bed again.”

“It definitely wasn’t the same without you here.”

A content sigh escaped from Yongsun as she began to pick out an outfit with you still holding onto her. “It’s never the same being away from you.”

“I had no one to hug for three weeks,” you huffed, “I even slept holding onto a pillow some nights to try and feel better.”

The corners of Yongsun’s smile turned up as soon as you spoke, “I’m back now, and you can hold onto me and cuddle up to me as much as you want to.”

“I’ll definitely take you up on that offer too.”

Moonbyul:

Your steps were silent as you found Byulyi in her studio, carefully moving around as she continued to concentrate on the software on her laptop screen.

After waiting for her eyes to look away, you grabbed onto her, quickly making her jump. “Surprise,” you laughed, sniggering at the look of shock on her face.

“What are you playing at?” She groaned, hitting against your arm, “you fool.”

“I thought I’d come and see how you were doing.”

Byulyi’s head shook back at you with a chuckle, placing one of her hands over her heart. “I was doing alright before you decided to give me a massive fright.”

“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t help myself,” you responded, “I wasn’t expecting to see you jump as much as you did though.”

Her other hand nudged against your waist as you pulled her closer into your front. “You better have something with me to make up for terrifying me like that.”

“I might have a couple of snacks lying around.”

Wheein:

Your arms moved around Wheein’s waist as soon as you came downstairs and saw her walking around the living room, catching her in your grasp.

The sudden hug from behind her made her gasp as she looked past her shoulder to see you there. “I didn’t hear you get home,” you smiled back to her.

“I thought I’d be quiet,” she laughed, “I thought that maybe you were out.”

“I was just tidying, sorting things out upstairs.”

Wheein’s frame soon rested back against yours, “I hope you were clearing the stuff from the bed because I really fancy just laying down after today.”

“That’s exactly what I was doing,” you chuckled in reply, “you were in such a rush this morning, you left the place in a right state.”

A shy smile crept onto Wheein’s face, “I would have tidied it up once I got home, but luckily for me, I’ve got you here to look after me instead of worrying about that.”

“Anything to make life a little bit easier for you.”

Hwasa:

Your head shook as Hyejin continued to shy away from you, showing her back to you so that you couldn’t see her trying her best to control her tears.

However, what she wasn’t expecting was a sudden pair of arms moving around her waist. “It’s alright,” you whispered, hugging her tightly from behind.

“I don’t even know why I’m upset,” she frowned in reply, “it’s just a lot.”

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days.”

Hyejin’s head nodded in agreement with you as she felt your chin rest against her shoulder. “I guess now it’s all just finally getting on top of me a little bit.”

“Let it all go,” you tried your best to encourage, “you know that you don’t have to pretend to be happy all the time around me.”

A hum of agreement came from Hyejin. “You’re right, if there’s anyone that I know that I can be myself around, then that person is definitely going to be you.”

“I’ll always be here for you, you know that.”

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[3kiripima3]

For your matchups!!

My pronouns are she/they (nonbinary) and I am demiromantic? I cut feelings/attachment when I get really upset at people. I don’t mind any characters really! It’s hard to describe my personality but I am bubbly, blunt, sensitive but also real, I have ADHD (the kind I have used to be called ADD) if that helps with personality as well.

Besides ADHD I have epilepsy and my vision is not the best in the slightest :,) I also have a bit of hearing issues. My fashion is all over the place but: bright colors (mainly pink) I wear bootcut/bell bottoms a lot, I love t-shirts (specifically old-school characters) and stripes. I crochet!! Like a lot!! Mainly small blankets or plushies but I’ve made 2 failed sweaters! I also do cozy gaming and drawing!

How I show love is gift giving, words of affirmation, and quality time! I love to talk and talk and talk so that’s what I count as quality time just having someone listen or hear me. Music is just about as random as clothes! If a song is good then I like it! But mainly pop, RnB (80s - now), musicals, and classical music! I wouldn’t say I have a dark sense of humor but I am able to find a joke in everything since that’s my coping mechanism though jokes are always a hit or miss depending on the mood.

My aesthetics are everywhere but I looooove cutesy things! Just adore them!!!

For myself in a relationship will I really don’t know! I don’t want to say I get obsessive but I definitely put my all into a person and I hope to receive the same back!!

Random: but I develop attachments to items quickly!

My pet peeves are definitely not listening to me when I ask a question, making repetitive loud noises, moving my things because I’ll lose it if it’s not where I said it was, talking over me. I those are it!

For appearance if it matters I’d figured I’d give you the demon form which a butterfly (those I did give myself curly hair I can’t live without them!) Because they’re pretty, love daytime activities, and bad vision. Butterflies are beautiful and fragile and I’ve been described as that since I am very short and been called pretty a lot 😅

Thank you if you do this!!

Hey! Thanks for the request! After some consideration, I think I'd pair you with…

Charlie!

I personally think you two would work really well together! She's really kind and energetic, so I think she'd be perfect for you.

I see Charlie as the type of person to dress in a similar way to you, actually. I can see her sharing clothes with her, if you were alright with it.

I view Charlie as the type to make small crafts like pins and buttons so you'd likely both end up giving each other things you've made a lot! I think she'd really admire your ability to do anything artistic.

Charlie's the perfect person to talk to as she's an amazing listener, she'd willingly listen to anyone she loves talk for hours on end. Just be warned - no matter how much you talk, she'll talk even more.

Charlie is also the type to be super devoted in a relationship. Rest assured, she'd put her all into your relationship.

Thanks for requesting! I'm still new to this, so I hope it's good enough! :)

#hazbin matchups #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel

[peanut-tyrug]

Retorateras - Wes Edition

Retorateras AU by @girlygo2! Go read the original fic if you haven’t already!

“Wes taking the ‘medicine’” concept hypothesized by @girlygo2

WARNING!!! This fic gets kinda violent, there’s also talking of suffering alone in this. If you aren’t comfortable with that, don’t read this. Extra note: This fic contains slight internalized and period-typical homophobia.

Special thanks to @girlygo2 for letting me use her Wes beast form for this fic. A few scenes of this fic are also inspired by some of girlygo2’s art! I’ve provided a pic of said art at the end of the fic (again, art credit goes to girlygo2).

Wes looks on from the tree stump he is sitting on, notebook and feather pen in hand. He looks into the direction Retorateras- Wilson had ran to after transforming once again.

Having to see his friend suffer like this… Wes feels awful for Wilson.

He wants to help in any way he can.

Wes opens up the notebook and begins to write.

I want to help Wilson in any way I can. I want to be there for him… that’s why I want to ask.

Wilson, if you’re reading this, I know you told me about a, as you put it, “medicine” that caused this monster.

I wanted to ask if you could make that medicine for me. I know it sounds awful, but I want to be there for you. I want to help you, even if it’s at my own expense. Please trust me, I understand what I’m putting myself through. I’m only doing this for you.

I simply just cannot watch you suffer alone anymore.

- The next morning -

Wilson has returned to camp, all messy and clothes torn up. Willow, of course, has scolded him again for running off.

If only he could tell her why he’s been acting this way.

Wilson finds Wes sitting outside his tent, looking a bit upset. He’s also holding onto his notebook. Wilson walks directly towards the mime, wanting to know what’s wrong.

“Wes, are you alright?” Wilson asks.

Wes opens up the notebook and goes to a specific page he’s already written on. He turns to face Wilson and he points on the page, indicating that he wants Wilson to read it. Wilson takes the book and reads what Wes has written. Wes looks away as the scientist reads. Wilson’s face goes from a focused expression to a shocked one.

Wilson harshly whispers. “Wes! Why would you even ask? I can’t do that to you! I don’t want you to go through the same pain I went through. You don’t deserve it!”

Wes quickly turns back to face Wilson with a stern but upset look on his face. The mime smacks his hands together, practically begging for Wilson to take his offer. Wilson looks in shock and confusion.

Wilson speaks again, also in a harsh whisper. “Wes, no. I understand you don’t want me to suffer alone, but I’m fine! I’m alright with suffering alone! I did it back home! So who’s to say I can’t do it here!”

Wes looks in disbelief. Wilson processes what he said.

“…I’m sorry… I’ve made you feel even worse, haven’t I?”

Wilson suddenly feels the mime hugging him. Wilson, a little reluctantly, hugs Wes back.

Wilson and Wes eventually let go of each other.

Wilson begins to reconsider what he said. He doesn’t want Wes to be upset, or feel bad for him. But he feels that no matter how hard he could try to comfort Wes and tell him he’s fine, Wes’ empathy and guilt for him would not go away.

Wilson doesn’t want to see Wes upset, just like Wes doesn’t want to see him upset.

It’s what Wes wants. As long as Wes is happy, Wilson is happy.

Maybe it would be better if Wilson made Wes the medicine.

Wilson speaks again. “I may consider it… making the medicine. Even though I may not like it, it’s what you want, right?”

Wes nods.

“And you do understand what you’ll put yourself through right?”

Wes nods again.

“…You really are willing to do anything for me, huh?”

Wes smiles and nods again.

Wilson thinks to himself. “I am too.”. A small smile grows on his face. He blushes a little. He immediately tries to stop it though.

“Alright. I’ll see what I can do.”

The two get up and go off to start their tasks for the day.

As the two walk away, Wilson thinks to himself.

“Maybe it won’t be so bad. We can be together.”

He immediately wants to forget he thought that (although the thought doesn’t seem to go away).

- Later, in the evening -

Wilson had called Wes over to the far back of the base where they wouldn’t be seen. Wilson is sitting down with a beaker of liquid in his hands. He’s shaking, likely a little nervous. Wes sits down next to him.

Wilson looks at Wes, holding the beaker in his hands. He hands Wes the beaker and he speaks in a slight whisper “Okay… just… drink that. And… let me know if you start feeling anything. I’ll take you out to that clearing when the transformation starts.”.

Wes nods. He looks into the beaker. The liquid very much resembles water. He hesitates to drink it.

Wilson breaks the silence, again whispering. “If you’ve changed your mind you don’t have to-“ Wes turns his head to Wilson and shakes his head.

Wes takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

He immediately puts the edge of the beaker to his mouth and drinks the liquid. Once he’s done, he spits out his tongue. The medicine is bitter and practically tastes like nothing. Wes hands the beaker back to Wilson. He takes it. “Let me know if you start having a headache, alright?” Wilson speaks.

Wes nods.

“Okay.”. The scientist responds. The two separate.

- A little later, during the night -

Wes sits alone in front of the campfire. Wilson and Willow are still awake, cleaning up for the day. They are both toward the camp’s exit.

Wes stares at the fire. He studies how it moves, how it dances, waiting to feel a sign that his beast might awaken.

He suddenly feels a sharp pain in his head.

Wes rubs his temple and slowly gets up. He heads over to Wilson.

Wilson turns to see Wes walking towards him. The mime is rubbing his head as he walks. Wilson whispers. “Wes? Are you feeling okay?”

Wes points to his head and clenches his fists to signify to Wilson that his headache has started. Wilson panics a little bit.

“Alright. Hold on a moment-.” Wilson walks over to Willow.

Wes looks on as Wilson goes over to Willow, likely to tell her that he’ll be leaving. He’d likely try to make up an excuse to leave.

Wes leans against a stone wall that protects the base from intruders. He continues to rub his head and take deep breaths to help soothe himself. He can barely focus on what Wilson and Willow are saying. Wilson eventually comes back and leads Wes out of the base. “Come on.”

Willow watches as the two walk off. She doesn’t look too happy.

The two stop in a familiar clearing. Wilson sits Wes down. Wilson embraces Wes and rubs Wes’ back to comfort him. Wes embraces Wilson back, clenching his hands against Wilson’s pinstriped vest, as his transformation begins.

Wes feels fur growing on his arms and face. He feels claws bursting from his gloves. He can hear the sound of his clothes, along with Wilson’s, being torn.

They’re both turning at the same time.

Wes can feel a sharp set of fangs grow. He can also feel and hear his back arch and bones reposition. It’s awful.

“It’s all for Wilson.” Wes thinks to himself.

On Wilson’s end though, he thinks to himself. “What if his beast form can’t be controlled? What if it’s dangerous?” Wilson almost wants to pull back away from Wes out of fear he could get hurt, but he remembers something.

“I can’t leave. I have to be there for him, just like he’s there for me… it’s only right.”

Silent whimpers are replaced by growls. Growls can be heard from Wilson too.

They both eventually black out to the ground, still embracing each other.

…

Wilson is the first to wake up. His transformation is done, so is Wes’. Wes hasn’t awakened yet. Wilson slowly gets up.

Wilson takes a look a Wes’ beast form. It’s fairly different from his own. His body almost looks like that of a ferret. His fur is black and feathery. There is a long gray stripe on the beast’s back. Not only does this black fur cover his body, it also covers the limbs. The tail is also pretty long, especially compared to Wilson’s. He also has long ears. Wes’ makeup is also visible through the fur-covered face… The beast’s face really is just Wes’ face buried in fur.

Wilson shakes Wes a bit with one of his paws, trying to wake him up. Wes slowly opens his eyes to see Wilson looking down at him, a little concerned.

Wes slowly gets up and tries to adjust to his new form. He stands up and balances fine. He looks into Wilson’s eyes.

Wes can’t physically smile, but internally, he beams.

He rubs his face onto Wilson’s. Wilson does the same back to Wes, although a little reluctantly and hesitantly.

Wilson is surprised that Wes is so happy… He’s happy Wes is happy.

Wes walks forward a bit. He internally beams. He wants to explore. He’s curious to see if there’s any place the other Survivors haven’t seen yet.

He runs forward. Wilson quickly follows behind, concerned for Wes’ safety. Wes darts around the area happily. Wilson follows him. He goes from feeling concerned to almost excited.

He and Wes are finally able to be together while Wilson has turned. Wilson doesn’t really like to admit it though.

The two run for awhile. Wes slows down, so does Wilson, who followed close behind him. The two realize they haven’t eaten in a bit. The two tread the area to look for anything to eat.

Wilson finds a few rabbits outside the clearing. Wes finds him gobbling down the little creatures. He looks on, perturbed.

Wilson looks back to see Wes, who is, again, perturbed by what he saw. Wilson walks over to Wes and tries to comfort him into eating one (emphasis on try).

Everyone at camp had always cooked their meat before eating it. To not have to cook it was odd.

Wes eventually gains the courage to try a sneak up on a rabbit. Once he’s close enough, he strikes.

Blood immediately covers his face.

Wes feels guilty. Wilson walks up to his friend and comforts him by nudging his face a bit. Wes nudges back. The two find a few more rabbits before leaving them alone.

The two continue their journey outside the clearing. They discover a small Beefalo herd out in the distance. Wilson notices the herd and gets an idea.

He looks over to Wes. Wes looks back. Wilson nudges his head toward the Beefalo heard. Wes, internally, is surprised.

The two practically read each others minds.

The two beasts walk behind the herd, prepping to strike. They walk next to each other.

Once the time is right, Wes strikes first. He strikes a Beefalo from the back and bites down.

The entire herd notices the attack and prepare to strike Wes. Wilson quickly runs in and charges a few of the herd.

Wes tries to fight off the oncoming Beefalo. He continuously scratches and bites until each one is taken down. Wilson fights off his share of the herd, charging and biting continuously.

Fur and blood go flying around the area. Blood covers Wes and Wilson’s faces. Growls and snarls are heard every which way amongst the scuffle.

Until it all quiets down.

Wes and Wilson have come out victorious.

The bodies of the Beefalo herd slowly dissipate and faze out of existence. Blood is still scattered around though. The two beasts eventually leave the scene and find a place to sleep for the night.

Wilson and Wes walk through the land. Wes is leading while Wilson stays behind.

Suddenly a small thud is heard. Wes looks back to find Wilson laying on his side. He fell asleep.

Wes walks over to Wilson and lays beside him. He wraps one his arms around the sleeping Wilson and lets himself dose off…

…

It’s the next day.

Wilson and Wes are human again. They’re both still sleeping. Their clothes are torn and tattered. Wes’ makeup is also a little messy. So is Wilson’s hair.

Wilson slowly opens his eyes.

He finds Wes directly next to him, sleeping.

He gasps and quickly moves back. The arm that Wes had rested on Wilson limps off of the scientist as he moves back. Wilson realizes Wes had laid his arm on him.

Wilson blushes and cups his face in his hands.

Wes slowly wakes up and rubs his eyes. He yawns and stretches. He looks ahead to find Wilson awake, his face cupped in his hands.

Wes scoots over to Wilson and pats him on the back. Wilson’s head jolts up. He looks at Wes and smiles.

“…Hi.”

Wes smiles back and silently giggles. He waves.

Wilson slowly picks himself up. He also helps Wes up.

“…We should get back to camp… can’t wait for Willow to be steaming like a pot when we get back…”

Wilson and Wes frown a bit… but then Wes smiles and tries to lighten the mood. He taps Wilson’s shoulder and Wilson turns to look at him.

Wes lifts up a hand and imitates a talking mouth with it. He opens and closes his mouth. He’s imitating someone talking.

Wilson chuckles. Wes silently chuckles back.

The two head back to camp together.

Wilson is happy that he’ll have someone there for him.

- END -

This is the art I was talking about before. The art was made by girlygo2. It’s not on her Tumblr though, it’s on her Twitter.

Look up Girlygo2 on Twitter’s search bar and you’ll find her :)

#don’t starve #dst wes #dst wilson #dst willow #Retorateras #fanfic #transformation #tw caps

[another-dr-another]

go to the dining hall!!!

Maeda, narrating - Well, whatever- I might as well show that I’m willing to hel-

Maeda - …

Maeda - I feel… so gross about myself now.

Maeda - Yeah, of course I should help out- even if they don’t need it, I should at least let them know that I can help.

Maeda - …So long as my offering help doesn’t cause any issues- which, it shouldn’t right now?

Maeda - So, I should just help, there’s no reason not to…

Maeda - …Okay.

~*~

Maeda - Hey, I’ll help out with putting everything away.

Tsurugi - Oh, you will?

Maeda - Yeah, yeah- sorry for not saying anything when you asked… you saw me earlier, I’m just a bit out of it.

Tsurugi - Huh… are you feeling alright?

Tsurugi - If you’re tired, or you aren’t feeling okay, it’s totally fine for you to go lie down…

Maeda - No, I’m okay!

Maeda - Just spaced out, that’s all. What do you need help carrying?

Tsurugi - Alright… maybe help Ōtori? He can grab the bag we used to bring snacks up, and you can grab the stray packages that got opened?

Tsurugi - Ōtori!

Ōtori - Yeah?

Tsurugi - Maeda’s gonna help you out with the snacks, okay?

Ōtori - Yeah, sounds great… can you grab that bag of chips right by you, actually?

Maeda - Of course, yeah, uh…

//Eventually, they’ve gotten everything cleaned up- at least, all they’ll be taking care of tonight, and are ready to leave the rec room. A few other students lingered behind to wait, and those who left were just out in the hallway.

Tomori - All ready to go?

Taira - It’s as clean as it’ll get tonight.

//Tomori hums in response, and begins to walk down the hallway, with the rest of the class following suit.

Higa - …

Iranami - …

Maki - …Weird movie…

//The class is now heading down the stairs.

Kobashikawa - Didn’t like my choice?

Maki - Nah, it was fun- just weird.

Maeda - …I think it’s an adaption of an American film.

Maki - Wait, actually?!

Maeda - Yeah- couldn’t tell you what movie, but, uh…

Maeda - I want to say I’ve seen a quote or two about it from the director?

Maeda - …

Maki - Huh. Wonder if we have the original American movie here, whatever it is…

Tomori - …You had fun tonight, Maki?

Maki - !

Maki - I mean… yeah, duh. It all went fine, I had a good time.

Hatano - …

Hatano - Same here.

Hatano - …And I didn’t mean to upset you earlier, Maki- sorry, if I did!

Maki - …It’s alright, doesn’t really bother me.

//They’ve made it to the first floor. Everyone fades back to silence.

Tomori - It’s a bit weird, to have everyone together, yeah?

Tomori - I mean yeah, there’s usually the general majority going to the dorms from the dining hall after dinner-

Tomori - But now we have everyone, and it’s a much longer walk.

Taira - That’s an interesting thing to pick up on…

Taira - I’m usually the last to leave the dining hall after dinner- do you all usually swarm up like this?

Tomori - Are you actually? I always wash my dishes after dinner- are you stuck in the dining hall cleaning up after everyone, or…?

Taira - There’s always the dishes from cooking things… I don’t cook dinner every night, and sometimes I’ll get them done beforehand…

Taira - So, partially hyperbole. But, I also like to take a look at what we have, and think about tomorrow’s breakfast plans.

Tsurugi - Then, you can walk back with me, and with Maeda, and with Ōtori, tonight!

Uehara - Speaking of, let me get the door for you all, when we reach the dining hall.

Tsurugi - Oh! You aren’t going to bed?

Uehara - Nah, I’ll help…

Uehara - I’m like…

Uehara - Tired, but the sort where you’re too tired to fall asleep? Y’know?

Tsurugi - Hmm, yeah…

Tsurugi - Huh. 

Tsurugi - Well, maybe there’s something in the kitchen that can help you!

Tsurugi - We’ll look together, okay?

Uehara - …

Uehara - Okay~...

Ōtori - …Took you a second, huh?

Uehara - I am so fucking tired. 

Uehara - So, so tired…

//Uehara picks his pace up a bit, going to grab the door- they’ve reached the dining hall, and sure enough, one of the doors was left propped open, just the slightest bit. Uehara opens it wider, allowing Tsurugi, Ōtori, Taira, and Maeda to enter.

Tsurugi - Goodnight, guys!

Higa - …Goodnight.

//Higa continues walking to the dorms- Maki, and Hatano follow after him, giving out their own goodnights as they walk. Tomori pauses for a moment- she and Uehara exchange a wave, say goodnight, and she goes. Iranami and Kobashikawa hang back for a moment.

Maeda - !

//Kobashikawa is waving to Maeda, who’s within the dining hall, but turned so he can watch everyone leave. Iranami seems to be looking around the dining hall from out in the hallway- Maeda waves back at Kobashikawa, who begins to leave, but stops to wave at Iranami. Unlike his wave to Maeda, this isn’t a farewell- he’s trying to get her attention, and quickly succeeds. 

Iranami - !

Iranami - Sorry. Sleep well, everyone.

//Kobashikawa and Iranami turn and leave, and Uehara enters- at least, enters partially, but ends up leaning against the locked door, serving as a physical barrier to keep the unlocked door from closing.  

Tsurugi - Okay… I’ll just throw the drinks back into the fridge- not like we’re running out of fridge space anytime soon,

Tsurugi - There should be room in the trash can for all the garbage, yeah?

Taira - The garbage cans in communal areas get emptied out every night, I can’t imagine it’s too full from just one day.

Tsurugi - Mhm, my thoughts exactly.

//Ōtori has already begun placing snacks back in the cabinet- Maeda falters for a moment, before heading over to the cabinets as well. He sets the food in his arms down on the cabinet, and begins putting things away.

Maeda - I never really look in here to see what we have…

Maeda - I don’t get hungry all that often, though- the meals I’ve been getting are more than enough.

Maeda - Oh! I really should look into helping out during meals, though. I don’t have any problem with assisting, I just know I don’t have the ability to plan out a full meal for…

Maeda - Eleven people, all on my own, on the fly. 

Maeda - Now would be a good time to get more cooking experience, though.

Taira - That went quickly.

Tsurugi - Yeah! It really wasn’t a whole ton of stuff to put away- mostly, it’s just the carrying things down that needed multiple people.

Tsurugi - Which! Of course, the more the merrier- nothing wrong with sticking together, and being in groups.

//Tsurugi looks out from the half wall separating the kitchen from the dining hall.

Tsurugi - …Speaking of, if all of you are done in here-

//As he speaks, Tsurugi begins walking out of the kitchen, eyes still trained on whatever he focused on.

Tsurugi - -Go ahead and come with me, yeah?

Maeda - You know, he could just communicate what he’s thinking.

Maeda - Tsurugi can be a bit… disjointed? In how he explains things-

Maeda - …Which… was something he’s mentioned he’s aware of. Huh.

Maeda - It’s really not an issue, it’s just a bit funny to see.

Maeda - Yeah, Tsurugi, just walk away without saying what you’re doing, I’ll follow you.

//Maeda follows Tsurugi. 

Tsurugi - …You didn’t just replace the book I used to prop open the door?

Uehara - It was too far away…

Taira - …

Tsurugi - Hm-hm… whoever leaves last, pleaaaase prop the door? Don’t let it close on Uehara and I!

//Taira moves forward, and Uehara slides out of the way just as she moves past him, allowing her to push the door open. She holds it there, waiting for Ōtori to go through, before looking at Maeda.

Maeda - …Goodnight, guys.

Uehara - Night, Maeda.

Tsurugi - Goodnight! Sleep well, have good dreams, stay safe, don’t get eaten by any monsters, et cetera!

//Tsurugi and Uehara go into the kitchen.

Maeda - …

Maeda - Taira, lemme have the door?

Maeda - I think I’m just gonna wait for them. Thinking about leaving the door propped open is making me anxious- 

Maeda - I have more faith in my ability to just hold the door open than I do my ability to set this fucking book up so it doesn’t slide away and let the door shut.

Taira - …All by yourself, at night? ‘S risky…

Taira - Don’t want me to stay with you, keep you safe from anything that might go bump?

Taira - Who knows what horrors could happen while you’re twenty whole feet from other people?

Maeda - …

Maeda - Covering up for the fact that you’re afraid of walking back to the dorms on your own?

Taira - Damn, you got me… going all that distance, to a room I can practically see, without someone within arms reach?

Taira - Terrifying.

//Maeda gives a small laugh, and Taira smiles.

Maeda - Goodnight, Taira.

Taira - Goodnight, Maeda.

//Taira leaves to go to her dorm, and Maeda takes the place Uehara once had, letting the door rest against one of his legs as he waits for Tsurugi and Uehara.

Maeda - …

//Maeda starts humming to himself.

Maeda - …They’re taking their time, huh…

Maeda - Hm-hm-hm~

Maeda - What did Tsurugi use to prop the door open?

Maeda - …Wait, where’s the book he used? Did Taira take it?

Maeda - …

Maeda - Is… something wrong?

//Maeda straightens up, and tries to look into the kitchen to check.

Maeda - I can’t leave to go look…

Maeda - I don’t have a jacket on, I can’t use that as a barrier to keep the door from closing-

Maeda - Could I slip my shoes off and use those, if I need to?

Maeda - I’ll wait for another second…

Maeda - I’d be a suspect, if anything did happen, but I’ve got some start to an alibi with Taira-

Maeda - …Or, if I go to check, I could be fucking murdered, if one of them snapped-

Maeda - Bit surprised I wasn’t more concerned about getting murdered than I was getting executed from fals-

Tsurugi - Ah! Hiya, Maeda!

//Maeda flinches, a bit startled- Tsurugi is in the dining hall now, with Uehara right behind him, holding a mug.

Tsurugi - …Maeda, where’s my book?

Maeda - I don’t- uh…

Tsurugi - Oh, nevermind, I see it.

//Tsurugi grabs his book from behind Maeda- Maeda recognizes the text on it as being Hangul, and gives up on trying to determine what Tsurugi is reading.

Tsurugi - Do you need anything in here, or are you ready to go?

Maeda - Nah, don’t need anything.

Maeda - Just couldn’t find the book, so I figured I should probably stay and hold the door.

Tsurugi - Oh! Thank you, Maeda.

Uehara - Awww. I kinda wanted to see what happens in the dining hall at night.

Uehara - Like waiting up to try and see Santa as a kid…

Tsurugi - …

Tsurugi - …? Oh?

Uehara - Don’t fucking speak. Not a word.

//Tsurugi laughs, and begins to leave the dining hall- Maeda kicks the door open, and steps to the side to give him room to leave. 

Maeda - I get the feeling I’m missing something here.

//Uehara leaves the dining hall as well, and the door swings shut. The three start walking down the hallway, and really, it’s no distance at all- soon enough, Maeda’s made it to his dorm.

Tsurugi - We already said goodnights, huh…

Tsurugi - Well, two positives do keep positive-

Tsurugi - Night, Maeda! No more nightmares for you ever, okay?

Maeda - !

Maeda - Yeah- goodnight, see you tomorrow.

Uehara - Byeee…

//Uehara and Tsurugi continue walking down the hall.

~*~

Maeda, narrating - I wonder what’s in Uehara’s mug. 

Maeda - It doesn’t matter, like, at all-

Maeda - Just took them awhile, so I’m wondering what… concoction they made.

Maeda - Or, maybe my sense of time is just skewed, that could definitely be it.

[Enter your Dorm]

#dra #danganronpa another #yuki maeda #kiyoka maki #mitsuhiro higa #kizuna tomori #ayame hatano #kinji uehara #haruhiko kobashikawa #satsuki iranami #akane taira #teruya ōtori #tsurugi kinjo #chapter 3 #daily life 3 #daily life

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The Glorious Days Have Gone

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Part one

WC: 2,099

Cecilia Ida Harrington had always known who she was. Self-assured and confident- nothing could possibly drag her down. However, moving to a small town from the city that never sleeps can be quite a rough transition. 

—----------

1985

Staring out the window had never been more interesting. Stacked boxes filled the room to the brim- stripping the room bare and rendering it lifeless. I felt as though I had no right to feel this way; I mean anybody would be upset if they were told they were leaving their friends, their school, and their entire life behind- right? 

I’ll admit; I’m bitter. Not exactly at my parents, that would be unfair, though- I can’t help but feel a little bit of resentment. The cloud of dread that floated above me was starting to become more and more unbearable as the seconds went by. I decided to stand up and finally finish packing so I wouldn’t sink through the floor and fall into an overwhelming depression.

I thanked the gods that I’d been gradually putting all my things away throughout the week; lord knows I definitely wouldn’t have gotten anything done today. There was a small spark of excitement deep inside of me despite the awful feelings that rippled through me. I guess a change of environment would be nice, although the chaos of the city was oddly comforting a change of pace would do me good. Moving to Hawkins also meant that I would be closer to family- well not really. From what I’ve been told my cousin spent most of his time at home alone, his parents were never really around much and I couldn’t help but feel bad for him. In my head, my parents are the complete opposite, they’re incredibly kind and compassionate and I wish he had the same pillars of support I did. I think being practically ostracized by most of your family for becoming a parent at the age of 15 has debilitating effects on your psyche.

My father and uncle never lost touch, and even helped my mom and dad out a little when they were really desperate. I didn’t really hold the rest of my family to high standards, however. They were repulsive, self-centered, money-hungry people who came flocking back to my father's feet when success came. I don’t communicate much with them, except for Steve. 

Time went by quickly and suddenly I was sitting in the backseat of the car and we were on our way to Indiana. 

----

The trip was long and I desperately wanted to smash my head against the concrete. After nearly half a day, we finally arrived in the quaint town. 

“Alright, shouldn’t be too long now.” I somehow managed to catch my dad saying through my headphones. 

We finally arrived at our new home, it felt a little odd since I was used to apartment complexes and tightly packed buildings but it did feel more welcoming in a way. The promise of a garden is what kept me going since my parents broke the news that we were leaving the city for some small town in the midwest. 

“I’m gonna go look around.” Without waiting for a response I walked off and went past the front gate and into the backyard. At that moment, I decided I wouldn’t allow myself to be miserable, the sight before me was wonderful and I could immediately feel my mood rising much higher than ever before. 

“Cecilia!” I heard my mom shout, over and over since once was not enough I guess. I made my way back toward the front of the house to where she was standing. “Ceci- Oh hey, can you help your father unload the boxes? I need to get this moving shit figured out.” 

I nodded with a slight chuckle and began to help the ancient man in dire need of assistance. “So whadya think so far? Pretty nice right?” he said with a grunt as he lifted the heavier of the boxes. “Yup, not as terrible as I thought it would be honestly.” We made our way past the front door and into the living room. “At least there won’t be a lingering scent of shit and piss everywhere you go- this town seems to be less primitive in that aspect.” 

–

Later in the day, we made our way to my uncle’s house and I was buzzing with excitement since that meant I got to see Steve. This would be the highlight of my day- my week even. It felt like I was receiving bad news after bad news and I really needed a moment to be able to sit back and do nothing.

“Steve!”

“Cecilia!” I catapulted myself into his arms and he spun me around, setting me down with a kiss on the cheek. “Geez- you almost knocked me down there. I could’ve died.” I rolled my eyes as I took a step back, “Well I would’ve been the last thing you saw before your untimely death, but I digress, I haven’t seen you in the flesh in so long-” taking a step back I took a good look at him, “how have you been dingus?” With a grin, he lead me into the house and into the living room, but not before I greeted my aunt and uncle. He plopped himself on the couch and I followed suit. 

“Well, I got a job- and I’m miserable, but what can you do.” Steve let out a heavy sigh, I remembered our past phone calls and I pitied him, he definitely didn’t deserve to feel the way he did.

“God I can’t believe your dad’s really punishing you like this.” I glanced at him, “you don’t deserve that.”

“It builds character though! But it’s so dehumanizing, you could say I’m a changed man.” 

A giggle left my mouth and I was about to reply but was rudely interrupted by my aunt announcing that dinner was ready, “We’ll talk later.” 

–--

A couple of days after moving to town was the day I would begin school. At the only high school in a 15 mile radius. God take me now. 

Steve had offered to drop me off and of course, I took him up on that offer- I’ll be damned if I took the bus to school. Sometimes I missed that you could walk anywhere and everywhere and it was normal, but you could walk along the street here and people would look at you like you had three heads.

Stepping out of the car and into the building I couldn’t ignore the number of stares I was receiving, I was suddenly hyper-aware of myself and everything surrounding me. 

Arriving at the front office, I stepped into the dull room to retrieve my schedule. I stood awkwardly for a few moments, “Can I help you?” the seemingly kind middle-aged woman questioned. “Uh, I’m new here. I need my schedule.” She looked at me expectantly, “Sorry, um- Cecilia Harrington.” With a nod, she stood from where she was sitting and went to the filing cabinet at her right. 

“Here you go, do you need someone to help you find your way around?”

“No thank you I think I’ll manage.” I left the office and studied the piece of paper in my hands, ‘English for first period? Great.’ The first warning bell rang loud and produced the first headache of my day, I decided I might as well find that class now so I wouldn’t get lost like a dumbass in this tiny school. When I finally managed to find the class I found a seat in the back of the room that was right by the window, just in time as the final bell rang. 

The teacher, whose name I learned was Mrs.O’Donnell, began to make some sort of announcement that I couldn’t really care less for. “Before I forget! We have a new student! Why don’t you introduce yourself?” She motioned for me to make my way to the front of the class and I felt targeted, but what can you do? “I’m Cecilia Harrington, just moved from New York City. I hope to become friends with you all!” I have never been more fake in my life, I thought. I’ve learned that the only way to survive in the grueling environment of public schools was to pretend to be someone you’re not, and hopefully, I could play the part. I definitely wouldn’t become friends with half of the people in this room, not to be judgy or whatever but they seemed like assholes at a glance.

Just as I sat back down, someone burst into the room, “Late again Mr.Munson” the teacher said pointedly, “take a seat.” Without a word the brooding teenager (although he looked a little too old to be here- so that’s up for question) sat down in the only empty seat, which just so happened to be the one beside me. I couldn’t help but glance at his outfit, it was pretty cool honestly. Distressed jeans embellished with chains, a band t-shirt, and a leather jacket. Pretty fucking sick if you ask me. As my eyes made my way up, I realized he was staring at me as well. I gave him a slight smile and diverted my attention to the teacher.

—-

The time for lunch finally came around. Fortunately, I met a sweet girl, Clarissa? Christine? Chrissy! I felt a little guilty that I couldn’t really remember her name but I did have quite a lot on my mind. For example: where am I going to get my weed from now? New York was huge, there was always someone who knew someone, who knew someone else, and so on and so forth. But I was currently in the middle of butt fuck nowhere, and I was genuinely stressing.

Anyway, Chrissy had invited me to sit with her and her friends at their table. I’d be stupid to not accept that offer unless I wanted to be a loser with no friends, so I went and sat with them. 

They honestly weren’t bad, I try not to have any biases, but a table full of cheerleaders and jocks is quite intimidating and I thought they would all be mindless jackasses but they, unfortunately, proved me wrong. I couldn’t help but feel like I had some sort of advantage, however. I mean I’m completely aware of the fact that I'm a Harrington, and I’m sure people know a lot more than they should about my family. 

I turned to face Chrissy to hopefully find some answers for my needs, “Hey, I know we literally just met today and this may be a bit forward but- do you know anyone who sells weed?” She let out a little giggle, which I thought was quite endearing honestly, and turned to whisper in my ear. 

“You see that guy over there?” she pointed towards a table, “the guy with long hair, his names eddie, he’s who you’re looking for.”

With a dramatic gasp, I looked her in the eyes and grabbed her hands, “I owe you my life.”

—-

I may or may not have asked around on where I could find Eddie on this fine friday afternoon. To my luck, I didn’t need to ask much and I tried to formulate a plan on how to approach him.

I stalked outside the drama room like a weirdo attempting to conjure any possible path for me to take into the drama room. I mean, I had no business here. I didn’t have theater, I wasn’t a drama kid, so what could I possibly be doing here? I didn’t hear the sound of the door opening, and I definitely didn’t hear the sounds of the steps coming my way as I paced back and forth in the hallway. 

I practically slammed myself into this person’s chest, “Holy shit, my bad,” they said as they grabbed me by the arms to balance me. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, that was totally my fault- Actually,” I paused, “you’re just who I was looking for.”

He raised his eyebrow in confusion.

“You’re eddie, right? I’ve heard about your- uh- business endeavors.” I looked up at him, hoping that he got what I was saying. “Huh? Oh! Yeah, yeah that’d be me. Uh, you looking to buy?” I nodded. He was cute. Hot even. I couldn’t help but stare a little, “Okay, well uh- meet me by the bleachers later today, 5:30?” I almost didn’t reply but I caught myself before I looked like a fucking fool, “yeah that’s cool,” I made my way past him, looking over my shoulder with a smile painting my face, “see ya around, eddie.”

I knew then I wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about him.

—-

A/N:

yassssss my very first fanfic omgggggg. 😜

This first part may be a lil short but think of it as an introductory chapter

Also, I fucking suck at dialogue so bear with me please.

Feedback is always appreciated!!!

I’ll be on my knees kissing ur feet if u comment or reblog <3

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[hazbincalifornia]

Change of Heart

Chapter 45: Blitzo tries to explain himself.

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“You what?” Stolas’s fingers stilled against Blitzo’s cheeks, staring down as if Blitzo had grown a second head. Blitzo could feel the thin hands start to shake as the owl’s expression twisted, beak stretching across his face before dropping back into a worried expression as he cleared his throat. “Blitzo, I- what- I don’t understand. What do you mean you want to keep her? I thought-“

“I thought too, okay?” Blitzo’s eyes dropped down. “I didn’t want to fuck them up and didn’t want to do this shit solo, but you’ve been at least here, and- and- fuck, I don’t want her thinking we’re abandoning her, okay?” He could practically see bars springing up in one of the fancy little windows in between the peeling heart decals that could flutter to the ground at any second.

Stolas’s fingers brushed down and settled on Blitzo’s shoulders, squeezing almost as if he was trying to ground himself. His tail flicked up and down, and Blitzo could hear the puff of air as Stolas took a breath before replying. “We wouldn’t be abandoning her. I know that I’ll be down here as much as possible, and I imagine you will be too if you’re worried about that.” Stolas knelt down in front of Blitzo, and Blitzo’s heart skipped as one thumb gently traced back up to his cheek. “I- I don’t know what brought about this change of heart, but I hope Aamon didn’t say something that upset you-“

“He told me to piss off and figure it out myself, you were right there next to me, but that’s not it.” Blitzo’s hand rested on the bump again. “I’ve been thinking about it for a couple of days. I don’t know if this is all going to be one big mistake I’m going to have to set myself on fire for, but I want to keep her. I want to get to see her grow up, to be a dad she could be proud of and not hate the guts of for making her exist, and I don’t want her choking on one of those shitty lacy collars in the pictures hung up in the hallway.”

“She wouldn’t hate you,” Stolas murmured, resting his forehead against Blitzo’s. Still, Blitzo could feel him trembling where they touched. “You want what’s best for her. No matter what that is.”

Blitzo let out a breath, feeling the heat and moisture thicken the air. “Yeah, I’ve heard sinners keep up a way too fucking ironic little ditty about good intentions, so that’s not it either, alright? I’m a selfish bitch. Little birdie grew on me too much and now she might get stuck with me just because I can’t lose any more fucking family, and I don’t want to inflict even worse abandonment issues on her.” He kicked at a slight hump in the heart-splattered rug, shifting it just a bit further along the wool. “When I was a kid, we saw enough rich fuckers who begged to get their pockets picked that only came to the circus to avoid their shitty personal problems, so money can’t buy everything, right?”

Stolas’s face turned to the side, and there were a thousand words in the little of his eyes that Blitzo could see. “It... no, it can’t.” He paused before looking back. “That was how we met in the first place, darling, I-“

Blitzo raised an eye at that. “My point exactly. I was too much of a dumb kid to notice much, but I still felt a little bad for the fact that you didn’t seem to have anybody and I don’t want that for her. I know how much being lonely sucks fucking ass, and I had a sister and a best friend living with me.”

Stolas waved a hand, trying to brush the past away. “If you- if I- if this is really-” He cleared his throat again, voice crackling with so much emotion Blitzo could drown in it and never come back up for air, and that made his guts twist. Distraction, he needed a distraction or he was going to start bawling too and that would just be way too fucking much right now. Stolas’s feathers ruffled as he leaned in ever-so-slightly closer. “If this is what you want, then I’ll be behind you no matter what, darling.”

Blitzo’s tail wound up behind him, heel bouncing against the floor. “You have to promise not to pull out ‘I told you so’, or I’m changing my mind and handing them over out of pure petty spite, got it?”

Stolas’s eyes widened and he let out a confused hoot that sounded almost like “What?”, and Blitzo couldn’t help a muffled snort.

“That’s a joke, Stolas.”

“Oh, oh yes!” He flushed a little, and it brought a half-smile to Blitzo’s face.

“Then if I’m doing this, I’m doing this. I don’t know how this whole shitshow is gonna work, I dunno if she’s going to get to pop over to your place on weekends without getting her throat slit and I don’t know if I can even do this with a baby without dropping her in the fucking trash compactor, but I want her. I want to get to see her laugh and cry and be a stupid baby until she grows up into somebody that better be better than me because I can’t- she doesn’t- I can’t lose any more family.”

He barely breathed as it all spilled out, spitting out words like machine-gun fire and running over the confession with even more. “I am two fucking inches from puking, but I can’t tell if that’s the mortal terror or the adrenaline or just her trying to claw her way up my esophagus with her bare hands instead of her magic this time.” He met Stolas’s eyes, focusing hard on the miniature white dwarf burning in them to let everything else fall away, to strangle the heart about to explode in his chest. “If you’re in, then I’m never going to stop annoying the fuck out of you about baby shit, got it?” Tar slid between the neurons in his brain for a moment but he mentally shook them off, keeping his attention instead on the tiny vibrating light in Stolas’s eyes.

There was no sound but their breathing for a few moments before Stolas’s arms snaked around him, practically crushing him as he was spun around with beaky kisses peppering all over his face. “Of course I’m in, Blitzy!”

“Hey, watch it, you don’t want to turn her into mashed fetus before she’s even got the chance to slide out!” Blitzo yelped. His legs kicked for a moment before he gave in to the affection and squeezed Stolas back, legs wrapping around his waist. “You finally got what you wanted, big boy, happy?”

“Ecstatic,” Stolas replied, nuzzling his cheek fiercely against Blitzo’s like he was afraid one of them might disappear. “I can’t believe this, she’s really going to be ours! I knew that you would be a wonderful father, I just- I didn’t realize you wouldn’t think the same at first.”

“You still should have fucking told me upfront, would have saved us a lot of goddamn headache,” Blitzo grumbled, but something fizzy and warm rushed through his chest nevertheless, sticky-sweet like fountain soda and just as filling. “I’ve got some practice with Loonie and I used to have to babysit a lot of little brats way back when, I’ll just need to fine-tune it is all.”

“You’ll do fine, I promise.” Stolas brushed his thumb against Blitzo’s cheek, just the right amount of warm. “When you say all in…”

“I’m keeping the kid. You put the kid in me, so you’re going to help.”

“I wouldn’t dream otherwise, dear, do you really think so little of me?” Stolas huffed a little as he cradled Blitzo in his arms, and the slightly condescending princely tone paired with the pet name and earnest affection soaked through the words still made the bubbles in Blitzo’s chest pop, syrup dripping down his chest and into his guts in a way that was almost nostalgic. “But does that mean that we-”

Blitzo held up a finger. “We are going to figure out an answer to that later, I’ve already got one emotional crisis that I’m in the middle of and I don’t want to snap the brat in half with too many emotional chemicals swirling around in there.” He paused, and the way Stolas’s eyes turned down at the edges made him groan before he yanked him down into a kiss. It was clanky and messy and both of them were still shaking a little, but when they pulled back Stolas was flushed in a good way again, and Blitzo stroked his cheek in return. “If you’re a good birdie then I think we can work something out, and I want baby to know her second daddy. Everything else we can figure out as we go, got it?”

Stolas nodded slowly. “Does that mean that we’re…?”

“We’re something. Fuck if I know what ‘fuckbuddy parents before boyfriends’ would be, but there’s got to be a greeting card for it somewhere.”

Stolas stared down at him before smothering his lips in another kiss, and Blitzo let one hand rest draped over his middle while the other tangled in sweaty feathers. It was just as messy as the last one, but it was a promise.

When he pulled back, it was with fingers slick with oil and sweat. “You want to tell nerd-bird the deal is off or should I?”

“We can do it together,” Stolas said, straightening up and setting Blitzo back down before brushing a few stray feathers off his shoulders.

“And he won’t be pissed?”

“Based on how he avoided your question, I think he may have suspected this as a possibility.” Stolas glanced over at the door. “I had wondered why he accepted my plea so quickly, but-“

“-But he knew he wasn’t going to have to do jackshit except see my pretty mug one time and watch me squirm?” Blitzo crossed his arms. “Fucker.”

“Yes, well, hopefully it means he’ll be understanding enough.” Stolas turned and started walking, and Blitzo stuck close to his side, both hands resting atop his stomach. “He has mused about wanting a child before, it was part of why I came to him.”

“So what was the deal with him, anyway? How come he wasn’t married off? I thought it was a royal rule you all had to get shacked up.”

“Oh, he lost his fiance in an Extermination. They were only a few weeks from marriage, and she didn’t have a child beforehand. It’s easier to arrange marriages when there were more options back when we were children, so he just never got around to doing it again, I suppose.” Stolas sighed. “I don’t know how much they liked each other, but he said she was at least tolerable. I suspect he gets along fine considering where he lives.”

“Ah. Just hires hookers now and then?”

“Something along those lines,” Stolas said as they neared the tearoom again. “I try not to pry.”

“Well, as long as he doesn’t strike me down with lightning for snatching her back, it doesn’t really-”

“Ah, there you are!” Aamon had been talking to the hellhound that had brought them in before he spotted them, swiveling around. “I wasn’t sure if we should start a search, I would hate for something unfortunate to happen.”

“Well, I have news,” Blitzo said, and Alexis glanced at him before scurrying off, the soft thumpy pitter-pads of her feet on the floor reminding him far too much of Loona. (Loona. That was going to be… a discussion. Whoof. Problem for later-Blitzo.)

“Good news or bad news?” Aamon asked, tail flicking as he looked between the two of them. “I hope your water didn’t break in one of the rooms with the nice carpet, I picked it out special.”

“Psssh, no, I’ve still got a few weeks unless she feels like really being a bitch.” He waved his hand through the air dismissively at that, although his man-cave did give an unpleasant twinge at the thought of having to shove the kid out. ”No, I-” The word caught in his throat, and he cleared it. “I wanna keep her.”

“Oh!” Aamon’s eyes widened, hands going up to his cheeks in surprise. “You don’t want me to have her, then? What changed your mind?”

“A lot of little things,” Blitzo said, fingers tightening on his shirt. “You didn’t shake hands or whatever with Stolas and tie her little meat-baby soul to you, right?”

Aamon shook his head at that. “No, it was an informal agreement. I always wanted to talk to you first- you’re the one carrying her, after all, and we could have drawn something up later.” He paused. “Stolas said you reacted fairly… badly to the idea when he suggested it. How do you feel now, then?”

Blitzo considered for a moment. His ankles were sore, he didn’t like how the shirt buttons dig into his skin, the air was just a touch too chilly even with the humidity that hung throughout all of Lust like a thick hide, and his chest was thick with a mix of about a dozen different things (anxiety, giddiness, terror, some confusion, and a fuckton of adrenaline) but…

“Good.” He rolled back and forth on his heels, a grin spreading across his face and stretching his cheeks as he looked up at Aamon. “This is probably going to go up in a bunch of fireworks, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to see it through to the bitter fucking end.“ His hand rested on his middle as his eyes dropped back down. “Nobody can fuck you up better than family, but we’ll try to keep it to a minimum, kid. I promise.”

#one time #daddy blitzo #helluva mpreg #shadow writes stuff

[7uminous]

▹ …   𝐉𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐑 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 ‘ 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ’ ! birthday stream | i play childhood games while answering questions and more. 20220716 | 2:30AM - LIVE NOW! CLICK TO VIEW.

jr: good evening, polaris... or well, morning. sorry for coming online so late. i did come on here after celebrating for a bit with the members, and i couldn’t sleep after drinking so here i am. i thought it would be a good idea to celebrate it with polaris too by doing a gaming stream. it’s been a while since i did one, right? 

[stares in silence and awkwardly into the camera]

jr: it’s been so long that i feel awkward doing this now. how about some childhood games for the nostalgia while i answer some of your questions so it'll feel less like i’m talking to myself? everyone, what kind of games did you use to play in your childhood? [more silence as he scrolls through the web] i have no clue how to play it all, i’ll be honest i only ever played games like habbo hotel and runescape... with some pokémon on the side. [squints while he reads a chat] you played among us when you were little? were you perhaps... just born yesterday?!

[screen shows that’s he’s opened up a web game called ‘barbie fashion’]

jr: this one looks manageable! my noona used to play a game similar to this one, but she’d never let me play it, said it was for girls. i’m old enough now so i can play whatever i want and no one can stop me. that’s one of the best things about being a grown adult. i keep seeing comments saying ‘among us’. look, i know a lot of you like among us, that’s why i’m playing this instead. you’re just going to have to deal with it ‘cause it’s my birthday. okay? deal with it [😎]

[5 minutes later...]

jr: i’m bored now. what other games should i play? [reads chat] thanks for the birthday wishes and nice comments, everyone. i never know how to respond to compliments so i’ve been pretending i don’t see them but i do, and i appreciate them! just don’t expect me to read it out loud ‘cause it’s kind of awkward for me [ㅋㅋ] you know that feeling right? 

jr: ‘would you ever start your own fashion line or work for your family’s business?’ i mean, i like fashion but i’m not all into it or high fashion brands, i have no desire to get my name up there if you get what i mean. i could see myself doing games or music for a long time but not fashion.

[two hours into the stream and he’s played different other childhood games including super mario, neopets and space cadet. now he’s onto ‘need for madness’]

jr: ah, so this is what it feels like to be a racer! i didn’t understand why people were into games like this before... but i kinda get it now. it’s so satisfying to waste the other cars, but getting my own wasted makes me want to pull my hair- NO! [instictively throws keyboard away as a reflex from losing, leans back in his chair as he stares at nothing for a long silent moment before finally picking his keyboard back up and closing the tab]

jr: i’ll stick to answering your questions. [turns on some dmca-free lofi music in an attempt to seem ‘chill’] ‘what variety show would you want to appear in?’ variety isn’t my strongest suit but if i really have to pick one, maybe ‘law of the jungle’...? i want to challenge my survival skills and learn about surviving in most extreme cases. ‘what’s your comfort food when you feel upset?’ anything home-made and made out of love is my comfort food. don’t mean to be a cliché, that’s just how it is. ‘with a headset like that, you would think he’s playing some cool action video game’ you sound disappointed... good. ‘what's the best birthday gift you've ever received from the members?’ i can’t think of a physical gift to be honest. mostly because i’m not about the birthday fanfare for myself that is. i do however love having my members all make a fuss. cake. candles. singing. that does it for me on my birthday.

jr: alright, polaris~ it’s already almost 5am and i have a schedule in the late afternoon, i should probably try to get some sleep. you should too! sorry for keeping you up if it’s late for you. on the bright side it’s the weekend so i hope you get to sleep in and rest well through the day. thanks for keeping me company and again thanks for the wishes. i will enjoy the rest of the day. until next time!

■ …   𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃 - 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 !

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[petersspidey]

Laundry Day

Summary: Y/N needs help carrying her laundry down to the laundry room and Bucky steps in to save the day. But he also has a load of his own ;)

Warnings: a lot of smut

Word Count: 3154 (its so long wtf)

MASTERLIST

Sometimes you hated Tony.

Like when he was overly cocky, and almost ruining your missions but somehow coming out the hero. Or when he tells the team something you didn't want all of them to know.

But you have never hated him more than when he put the laundry in the basement of the Avengers compound. You argued with him when he was first building it. He put your room on the top floor in the furthest possible wing from the laundry and unlike almost all of the Avengers you did not have super strength. So carrying your laundry across the entire building and down eight flights was not exactly easy.

So every two weeks you would spend 15 minutes just getting your dirty laundry from your room down to the laundry room, cursing Tony's name every time.

So there you were, the second Sunday of every month leaving your room, with an overflowing basket of laundry in your hand. As soon as you opened your door it felt like you ran into a brick wall. You toppled backward landing on your ass, and you had completely dropped your basket. Your clothes had spilled everywhere.

You sighed, and looked up.

"Sorry, Y/N." Bucky said

He bent down, starting to help you pick up your clothes.

"It's ok," you sighed, joining him in placing everything back into the basket.

"What were you doing standing outside my room anyway?" you asked

"I wasn't standing outside your room … I just happened to be walking past right as you opened your door."

You laughed, "ok Buck. Whatever you say."

He huffed in frustration. You always knew how to get under his skin, but he also knew how to get under yours.

Bucky helped you pick up the last few items of your laundry, when he held up something in front of your face.

You black lace thong. Your eyes widened, and you quickly snatched it from his hands.

You quickly threw the last things into your basket, and stood up.

"Well, thanks for the help. I gotta go."

You tried to get out of there as quickly as possible. Your cheeks burning red over the fact that Bucky just had your dirty underwear in his hand. But, your basket once again held you back. You lifted it, but had to walk slowly, barely able to see over the top of the mountain of clothes.

"Do you need some help?" Bucky asked, watching you walk away

"Nope. I'm good," you yelled back.

Bucky eyed you for a second, before turning to walk away. You continued down the hall, slowly making your way to the elevator. After barely making it anywhere. You placed the basket down for a moment, resting your arms. You stretched your back, and before you could bend down again to scoop up your basket Bucky was standing beside you, reaching down to grab it.

"I said I didn't need help," you said

"Yeah, and as much fun as it was watching you struggle to carry this and need to take a break five seconds in, I figured I'd just lend you a hand," he said

"Well it's not my fault I'm not a supersoldier like you," you muttered

Bucky chuckled and started walking down the hall toward the elevator.

"You carry this by yourself every week? How do you go through so many clothes?" he asked

"Well, every other week. But, yes."

"And! This is not an abnormal amount of clothes for two weeks, thank you very much." you continued

"You know, if you did laundry every week you might not have such an issue getting down to the laundry room." Bucky said, smirking at you.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever, Barnes."

"You're just upset because you know I'm right."

As you approached the elevator, you pressed the button and Bucky put your laundry down.

"Thanks, I think I've got it from here," you said.

The elevator doors opened, and once again, before you could grab your basket Bucky managed to get a hold of it first.

"Really, Bucky. It's ok I'll be fine from here."

"Are you forgetting about the long hallway downstairs?" He said, stepping onto the elevator with your clothes.

You huffed, and followed him on.

"I'm a big girl. I can do it myself."

The doors closed and you began to descend.

"Oh don't get your little lacy panties in a twist,  I wasn't doing anything else I don't mind giving you a hand." Bucky said, smirking at you, knowing exactly how you'd react.

Your face became red again.

"Don't talk about my underwear."

"If you don't want me talking about your underwear maybe you should move the hot pink g-string that you have sitting at the top of your basket."

You lightly gasp, and reach over, pulling the pair off the top and shoving them down the side of your basket.

Bucky chuckled again. Knowing he was embarrassing you.

The elevator stopped, and you both stepped off into the basement, heading down the long hall to the laundry room.

"You must've done something to make Tony mad if he put your room so far from the laundry."

"I'm fully convinced he just likes to cause me problems. He probably has FRIDAY watching me on the cameras. I do not doubt one bit that he laughs at me hauling this downstairs twice a month."

Bucky laughed at your statement.

You smiled back at him. You don't see him smile much. It was a good change.

You turn the corner with Bucky. You could see the laundry room door at the end of the hall now. The two of you walk silently until you reach the door. You open it, and Bucky walks in in front of you and places your basket full of clothes down in front of one of the washers.

"Thanks for helping me. Would've taken me twice as long to get down here if I was by myself."

"It's no problem. It's always fun to show off my strength to a pretty lady."

"Oh so I'm a pretty lady?" you teased

Bucky blushed.

You smirked, and opened the washing machine lid. You began loading your clothes in. Bucky stood near you, leaning on the dryer right beside.

"You don't have to wait down here with me," you told him

"I figured I'd just wait and walk back upstairs with you."

"It's really ok, Buck. I usually just hang out down here until my loads are done. It's only a 30 minute cycle."

"Well maybe I'll just hang out down here with you…" Bucky said, as if he was waiting for your permission.

"Sure, I guess. If you really want to."

You filled up one machine, and threw the detergent in, shutting the lid. You moved over to another machine and began putting in a second load.

You heard Bucky chuckling, and turned around to look at him.

"What?" you questioned

"You have so many clothes that you have to use two washing machines." He said, shaking his head.

You rolled your eyes, "Whatever Barnes. It's because unlike you, I don't wear the same Henley's and jeans every day."

"No, you wear different coloured thongs every day." he teased

You finished placing all the laundry in the machine, and left your basket on the floor.

You walked back toward where Bucky was standing and jumped up onto one of the empty machines, sitting on the lid.

"You really just sit down here on top of a dryer waiting by yourself? You know there's a table and chairs right there." Bucky said

"Usually, yeah. Sometimes I bring a book down, but it's nice and quiet down here…" you started

"Well, usually I'll sit on top of one of the washing machines that I'm using, and not the empty dryer," you added, knowing exactly what you were insinuating.

Bucky's eyes shot up to you. "What?" he asked, thinking he hadn't heard you right.

"You heard me." you confirmed

"Well, alright. So why aren't you sitting on one of those today?"

"Well, usually only something I do while I'm down here alone."

"Don't be shy, doll."

Something about the way Bucky said doll, made you squirm. You hesitated for a second before you got off the dryer, and walked toward the machine that you had just turned on, climbing on top of it. You sat, letting your legs hang over the edge, eyes on Bucky.

The vibrations from the machine were shooting through you, pulsating right to your center. You closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling. You could hear Bucky walking closer, he lightly spread your legs and stood in between them. You opened your eyes. Bucky's face was inches from yours. He leaned in closer, taking either side of your face in his hands. You expected his metal hand to be cold against your face, but it was almost as warm as his other.

He looked you in the eyes, before bringing your face towards his, pressing a sloppy kiss against your mouth (ok but think Endings, Beginnings kiss - his character with Shailene Woodly). You leaned into the kiss, opening your mouth more, allowing him to slide his tongue inside. You wrapped your legs around his back, pulling him as close to you as you possibly could. The vibrations from the machine, still sending pulses right to your core.

You could already feel yourself getting more wet by the second. Bucky's mouth on yours mixed with the feeling of the machine below you. You needed more. You ran your hands down Bucky's body, reaching underneath his shirt to feel his skin. Bucky ran his hands over you, one of his fingers grazing against you hard nipple poking through your shirt. You moaned into his kiss.

Bucky slid his hands under your shirt and began lifting it. You raised your arms over your head, allowing him to take your shirt off. You broke your kiss as he lifted your shirt over your head. He stared at your bare chest as he threw your shirt to the side. You pulled him close, shoving your lips back against his.

His hands roamed your bare back, holding you tight against him. He began kissing down your neck, toward your chest. You leaned back on your hands, allowing him easier access to your hard nipples.

You moaned, and allowed your head to fall back as he swirled his tongue around your breast. His hands fumbled with the buttons on your jeans, undoing the zipper. He pulled away, and urged you to lift up your bottom so he could rip your jeans from your legs.

He tossed them aside, and looked at you sitting in only your underwear. He smirked, seeing how wet they were.

"Granny panties?" he questioned

"Shut up, all my good pairs are in the laundry." you said, taking your panties off yourself, leaving you completely exposed. He stood, looking at you, enjoying the sight. You looked down and saw his cock fighting against the zipper of his jeans.

Bucky groaned before touching you.

"Lie down," he ordered, placing one hand on your chest, getting you to lie your back completely flat on the machine.

You twitched as your bare back hit the cold metal of the washer, before settling in.

You looked down at Bucky, just as he was bending over placing a long lick against your slit. You moaned loudly, not expecting him to do that. He looked up at you as he placed another lick, taking in your wetness.

He saw the look of ecstasy on your face and took it as a sign to keep going. He dove into your pussy, face first. You gasped, and arched your back, only pressing your wetness deeper into Bucky's face. Bucky teased you, leaving small, gentle strokes along your clit.

You wrapped your legs tight around his head, "stop teasing me," you begged

You could feel him smirk, "anything for you, doll."

Bucky began pressing his tongue harder against your clit. Moving it up, down, and in circles. You moaned loudly, your grip tightening on his hair.

The vibrations from the machine and his tongue on you were too much. You began thrusting up against his face. You wanted nothing more than him inside of you.

"Buck, please." you moaned

Bucky brought one of his hands up toward your breast. He kneaded it in his hand as his tongue dove around your pussy. He flicked your hard nipple between his fingers. You cried out in pleasure. You could feel your orgasm building.

"Don't stop, i'm so close," you whined out

Bucky didn't stop. He continued sucking on your clit until you could feel your walls come crashing down. You pulled on his har, and tighten your legs around his head as he continued through your orgasm.

When you finally calmed down, you slowly let your grip on him go. You were panting, lying back on the still vibrating washing machine, staring at the ceiling, taking in that feeling of ecstasy.

Bucky stood up and stared at you. He loved the sight of you. You were panting, cheeks red, a total mess. All for him.

Bucky looked around, thinking of how and where he was going to fuck you. He eyed the table.

"Get up, doll." he told you

You sat up, breathless, "Why,"

"Machine's too tall, beautiful. Can't fuck you up there."

Just hearing Bucky say that made your pussy twitch. He placed either hand on your hips and helped you down. You stood, leaning against the washing machine as Bucky began undressing in front of you.

He tossed his shirt to the side, and began taking his pants down. He stood in front of you in only his underwear.

"Take them off," you begged

Bucky gave you a smug look before pulling them down as well.

You moaned, just at the sight of him. You hadn't realized that the supersoldier serum would affect that part of him as well.

You moved toward him, taking his huge cock in your hand. You ran your finger over his tip, precum already leaking out

"Fuck," he muttered

"That's the idea," you said.

Bucky gripped your hips tight, shoving you toward the table in the corner of the room. He lifted you up and sat you down on the edge.

"Lean back, so I can shove my dick in you." he ordered

You obeyed. Lying flat on the table, bringing your heels up so they were resting on the table as well. You kept your eyes on Bucky, he traced his finger up and down between your folds. You twitched at the smallest touch.

"Please," you whined

Bucky grinned at you, before taking his cock in his hand, and lightly brushing it up against you.

Bucky lined himself up with your entrance, and slowly slid inside. You cried out in pleasure the deeper he got. You felt so tight with his massive cock. You watched Bucky push the rest of himself in. He shot his head back, mouth open, moaning loudly.

"Fuck, you feel so good," he said breathlessly

You both stayed still, taking in the feeling of Bucky stretching you out. He pulled you closer to him, taking either of your legs and putting them over his shoulders. When he pulled you tight against him, you could feel him get even deeper inside of you.

Bucky slowly began to rock in and out of you. The feeling overwhelming. You couldn't hold in your moans. Never had it felt so good to have someone so close and so deep inside of you.

You shot your hand down to your clit, moving it slowly between your fingers as Bucky began to pick up his pace. You already knew it wasn't going to take much for you to come again, especially with how Bucky was moving in and out of you.

Bucky slowed his pace, sliding out of you, and then pushing back in hard. You circled your clit harder as he continued thrusting in and out.

He pushed in, and you moaned hard, arching your back.

"Right there, don't stop." you said

Bucky kept his pace, thrusting in and out. He knew you were close to coming again.

"Such a good girl," he said to you

Hearing Bucky call you that was enough. You circled your clit twice more before your walls came crashing down. Your other hand gripped the side of the table.

"Oh my god,"

Your pussy twitched around his dick, but he didn't stop moving. He continued fucking you through your orgasm.

You groaned, knowing if he kept going like this another orgasm wouldn't be far behind. Both your arms were spread, gripping different ends of the table. Bucky brought his hand down to your clit. Running his thumb over it, over, and over, and over again.

Bucky rocked his hips into you, thrusting hard and fast. You moaned every time you felt him hit deep inside of you, his thumb still running over your clit. Your walls clenched against his dick once more. That was exactly what he needed. Bucky threw his head back, pulling himself out of you, spurting his come all over your stomach.

Bucky stood in front of you, letting your legs fall from his shoulders. you were still lying back on the table. Both of you stayed silent, trying to catch your breath.

The washing machine began to sing.

"Guess you got three loads done today," Bucky joked, cracking a small grin, looking down at you.

"Oh my god." you said, rolling your eyes at his awful joke.

Bucky held out his hand to you, offering to help you off the table. You grabbed his hand, and stood up. Your faces were only a few inches from each other.

"We should probably clean you up," Bucky said, not taking his eyes off of you.

You sighed, as Bucky turned away to grab you a towel from across the room.

You cleaned yourself off, and you both got dressed again. Bucky stayed with you as you switched your laundry from the washing machines into the dryers, 100% eyeing your ass as you bent over.

"Ever sit on top of the dryer?" Bucky joked.

"Too hot," you answered, laughing slightly.

You walked toward Bucky, he was sitting in one of the chairs at the table. He grabbed your hand pulling you close to him. You sat down on his lap, and he gripped your face with one of his hands, placing a long kiss on your lips.

"Maybe I should start helping you with your laundry every week," he stated

"Every other week," you corrected.

"No, darling. Every week."

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