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darkduck80 · 9 months

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4AM and Morro needs a parent figure

its 4 am and i relized ther is a lack of redeemed morro au with Morrro actullying having a parent figure i dont care what you think but thats a child! and it needs some parent figure like anyone ecxept for WU like i dont hate Wu it just he dossent deserve Morro you saw what Wu did to him when he took care of him. exactly so he needs anyone else and idc if Morro is fucking 70 years old. ghosts dont age and he clearly died from age 12 to 15 a minor a child and dont forget the Queen of the cursed realm yeah pretty sure she fucked Morro up more than Wu over here so child at heart brain looks NOW moving on resones why he deserves a parent figuers

1- he needs someone who has a brain

2-he is full of truama and needs help

3- he needs someone to love him

4-parents are the best and everyone deserves a good parent

5-because i said so

6-whos going to get him out of trouble and if you say Wu that old man ass only sits in his room drinking tea and medteting half the time annd other times he says oh i forgot to tell you something like no 100% he has 0 idea whats Morros doing

7-idk look at this poor truama baby dossent he deserves a good parent that will actully help him and not fill his head with lies *coughs Wu coughs the Queen of crused realm*

Now who is the best for this mission

for me it Cole here ill tell you why

1-Cole is the best dad

2-he can actully relate to some stuff when Morro is talking about being a ghost

3-Cole chould ground Morro better then everyone since earth and whateverand keep hhim from troubles

4-Cole would do Morros hair in the moring (i like the hc that cole knows how to take care of hair and braid since he did thay to his mother)

5-cole would check on morro every now and then since he care

6-Cole would help morro getting used to human body again and would learn alot about morro(good things)

7-hes the best option between the ninja tbh

8-Morro would propbly have alot of nightmare of every single shitty thing in his life about propbly his whole life and would propbly will be scared so much he will have the guts to go to the most trusted ninja between them Cole and he would stand outside Coles room opening the door waiting to Cole to see that hes here and cole would wake up to see 2 pupils of eyes looking at him from his door frame propbly shaking and when he askes if Morros okay Morro will deny it saying that hes not scared and just making sure Coles not scared amd cole would just say mhm(clearly knowimg morros scared) get in and make room for morro to join him

9-okay belive me i have more but by brain is not working anymore now its 4:33Am and im siting in the bathroom typing in my small ass phone so yea heres why Morro should have a parent figeur thank you for reading

DO NOT TAG AS SHIP !?!?!?

#ninjago #ninjago morro #ninjago cole #MORRO NEEDS A PARENT FIGUER IN MORRO REDMTION AUS HE DESERVES ITT #ninjago headcanons #i think idk anymore will check this post again in the morning #do not tag as ship

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inlocusmads · 5 months

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Trystan & Nora, Hot Sauce for the 100 words.

thank you so much for sending me a prompt Kyra!

worchestershire ~ trystan x nora

100 word drabble challenge for clear skin

Wc: ..678. I'm SORRY okay this kind of spiralled into something and im too stubborn to edit it out.

(I'm definitely not having clear skin after this)

“Clearly it is capsaicin. Dosing more than 12 grams is enough to cause significant harm.” Ruby brought out the test results.

“But the victim seems to have had a high tolerance for pain, considering she ordered a virgin bloody mary.” Trystan pointed at the receipt. “Surely the capsaicin found in the Tabasco sauce consumed would be less than the lethal dosage, no? She is also Thai, which means she definitely must have more than the average person's spice tolerance. I should know. I went to Chiang Mai. They had this competition at this restaurant and I -- am happy to report I finished third.”

“But what if capsaicin was added to her drink?”

“Does not make any sense. Her drink was covered.” Trystan showed her the picture. “And she had no reason to -- well, open the lid or anything, considering the drink was a sizable portion and she carried it around before she fainted. Unless the bartender had some kind of personal vendetta against her, she would have had no reason to die.”

“Nora?” Ruby asked. “What are you doing?”

“Going through her medical records.”

“I have gone through it twice. Nowhere does it say she is allergic to capsaicin.”

“Trystan, you're our drink connoisseur. What does a Bloody Mary contain again?”

“Hot sauce definitely. Tomato juice or extract of some tomato variety. Vodka is a must. A twist of lemon. Worchesure sauce-”

“Wor-what?” Nora asked.

“Oh come on, don't tell me you haven't heard of Wor-chest-ur-shur sauce.”

“C-can you say that again? I didn't quite catch it.”

Trystan groaned. “Worsesshur sauce” , pronouncing it incorrectly and knowing full well of it.

“One more time, my ears might have missed-”

“Worces- '' Trystan struggled again, remembering a video wherein they'd put on this Cockney accent. Except his sounded like a duck getting strangled by another duck.

“She's messing with you.” Ruby exclaimed. “Goddamn it, Nora. A woman's dead!”

“Right, right yeah- just making sure.” Nora shot him a playful look. Trystan turned the other way. “And vodka, right?”

“Yes. Whatever will you do without vodka?”

“In this scenario, you die.” Nora grabbed a piece of paper from the file and slid it to them across the desk. “She’s allergic to grapes. Deathly, if I might add. Which is why she ordered a virgin bloody mary according to the receipt in the purse.”

“Vodka doesn't have grapes in them.” Ruby took a closer look at it.

“True but premium vodkas tend to have them. Especially the ones with fruit, such as the brand Ciroc.”

“Ciroc right here.” Nora pointed at a picture of the shelf of bottles she'd taken not long ago. “We don't have a large sample size of the drink to have another round of tests but we can go there and check out their employee handbook. Considering she specifically ordered virgin cocktails, it is safe to assume whoever worked there probably had a personal vendetta.”

“Ha! I was right!”

“Not so fast, Mr Worcestershire sauce.” Nora said, in perfect pronunciation of the word. “We’ll have to look for any discrepancies in the employee record. It was a crowded house last night. Anyone could've played bartender.”

“We can't rule out accidents either.”

“Exactly. Good work Ruby.”

“But I thought it was capsaicin.”

“Well now you know mistakes can be tackled-”

“-With my drinking knowledge around.”

The two shot him a look.

“What? I am not a feverish alcoholic. I happen to know a lot about them from this employee manual right here.” Trystan produced a book of cocktail recipes from his coat jacket.

“Where did you find this?”

“I stole it from the scene of the crime, obviously.” Trystan put it ever so nonchalantly. “As Nora was saying, mistakes can be tackled with me around.”

“You thought it was some Tabasco sauce drug.” Nora glared at him.

“Ignore her. Clearly I am being underpaid and overlooked for my services.” he said. “Can we go through our evidence now or are you going to continue to stall by flirting with me?”

“Say Worcestershire sauce five times in a row.”

“Shut up.”

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#trystan x nora #100 word drabble exercise #w:inlocusmads #crimes of passion fics

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Living in Sin, Part 2: Special Affair (branjie) - writworm42

A/N: Im back back back again with a second part to the stripper fic! Title from Special Affair by the Internet, which is also the song Brooke dances to.

Thank you, Holtz, for peer pressuring me into writing this chapter and also the third chapter, TO BE ADDED WITH HER CO-AUTHORSHIP YEET. Also for betaing. Bicmh, you are the worst influence and I am so grateful <3

Vanessa stays jittery the whole ride home.

“Damn, girl, you always like this when you get laid?” Silky teases as they walk up the stairs to their apartment, Vanessa bouncing on her toes with every step. She doesn’t reply; she’s too busy smiling to herself and thinking about the rest of the night.

At least, what she can remember of it—once Brooke had tossed over a goodbye, everything was a haze of gossip, dance, and drinks. She knows that Silky and A’keria had been looking for the tea, asking progressively more and more risqué questions with every shot, but she’s still holding firm, no matter how much they continue to whine.

It’s not that she has anything against sharing details, at least not usually—this time, though, something feels different. More intimate. Like it’s something she wants to hold close to her chest, keep between herself and Brooke, although she’s not quite sure why.

Maybe it’s just the tequila talking.

She collapses into bed pretty quick once they get into their place, her dreams soft and sweet, filled with red light and delicate hands tracing her body as pet names float in the air.

—

“Bitch, just tell me what I should doooo.” Vanessa whines, crumpling down into the table and hiding her face in her arms. Next to her, A’keria snorts, looking her up and down like a teacher unimpressed by a student’s outburst.

“I think you already know what you got to do.” A’keria puts down a mug of coffee and a bottle of extra-strength Advil next to Vanessa’s folded-over body, patting her comfortingly on the shoulder. “Just be safe, okay? Can’t be missin’ work ‘cause I gotta mourn your dumb gay ass.”

Vanessa groans again, but comes out of her curled position, accepting the coffee and grimacing at the taste.

“I jus’ don’t know when to go back, you know? Like, when’s too soon for that?”

This time, A’keria doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t wave off the concern, either—only sits down across from Vanessa and puts a hand to her mouth, frowning as she slips into thought.

“Give it a week, maybe?” She cocks an eyebrow, and Vanessa nods.

“Yeah, a week sounds about right.”

She makes it about three days before she finds herself venturing back to the club.

Vanessa goes alone next time, slinking in past the bouncer before he can see her blush. She settles into the same booth as last time, but even the familiarity doesn’t help her settle–if anything, the emptiness around her makes her feel even lonelier, even more exposed. She shifts in her seat with each passing number, perking up when a dancer walks on only to be hit with disappointment when she sees that they’re not Brooke.

I’m here every day except Sundays.

So why isn’t Brooke around?

Vanessa checks her phone quickly, holding her breath when she sees she’s only been at the club for about fifteen minutes. On the bright side, it’s entirely possible she just hasn’t seen Brooke yet because it’s been so little time.

On the other hand, she’s not sure she can make it much longer, not if she stays this nervous.

She’s about to give up and sneak back out, retreat back to the apartment and do to herself what she had been hoping Brooke would take care of, when a tall, blonde dancer glides onto the stage, her eyes immediately settling on Vanessa and red lips spreading into a smile.

Unlike the last time Vanessa was at the club, Brooke’s song is slow and sensual, the singer’s voice almost a whispering drawl over a pounding, yet somehow muffled beat, almost like she’s singing from inside a club herself. Brooke matches the music down to the lyrics, every word punctuated with a thrust of her hips, a flip of her hair, and a shake of her tits. The entire time, it’s like she’s staring at Vanessa–no, she isstaring at Vanessa, a fact that Vanessa knows for certain when Brooke winks at her, opening a pit in her stomach. By the time Vanessa recovers, though, Brooke has crept off the stage and crawled towards her, pushing down on Vanessa’s thighs to spread her legs open and pull herself up in-between them.

“I was hoping I’d see you again.” Brooke’s smile is predatory, her touch light as she traces her hands up Vanessa’s legs, letting her fingers fall to the inside of Vanessa’s thighs.

“Couldn’t stay away.” Vanessa gasps when Brooke’s hands leave her legs and find their way to her hips, pulling Vanessa forward suddenly so that their bodies are practically pressed together.

“Good.” Brooke leans down and leaves a kiss on the nape of Vanessa’s neck. “Same as last time, then?”

Vanessa only moans in response, and then she’s back on her feet, running, so lost in her excitement that she doesn’t even notice that the song has yet to finish.

There’s no pretense, no hesitation this time; Brooke practically pushes Vanessa into the chair, the younger woman spreading her legs the moment her ass hits the seat.

“So eager.” Brooke teases, her voice dropping to a low purr. She settles between Vanessa’s legs, making sure to keep her distance this time, circling and bucking her hips in a way that makes Vanessa want to slouch forward, close the gap between them. Vanessa doesn’t move, though; only licks her lips, eyes trailing hungrily up and down Brooke’s body, drinking in every inch of her skin, her hair, her smile.

“It’s okay, baby, you can touch me. There we go.” Brooke’s smile softens as Vanessa trails her hands up Brooke’s body, brings them over the small of her back and down to cup the flesh of her ass. “Does it feel nice, touching mommy like that?”

“Yeah, mommy, fuck.” Vanessa breathes, digging her fingers in a little, her breath suddenly catching in her throat when Brooke moans. Vanessa shifts in her seat as Brooke leans in closer, plants a light kiss on her neck, then another, then another, each kiss a little harder until she’s sucking at Vanessa’s skin, nipping along the line of her neck and up to her jaw, giggling softly at each gasp Vanessa lets out. With each noise, Vanessa can feel herself getting wetter, and just when she thinks she’s about to lose it, about to start begging for Brooke to touch her, the taller woman beats her to the punch.

“Tell me how bad you want me, kitten.” Brooke holds Vanessa’s chin, guides her face up to look Brooke directly in the eyes. “Tell mommy how she can make you feel good.”

“So badly, mommy, please, need you to–oh fuck. ” Vanessa cuts herself off suddenly, her hips bucking involuntarily as Brooke slips her hands up to Vanessa’s chest, palms her tits and squeezes them firmly, the feeling giving way to a slower, more gentle kneading as Brooke sits down on Vanessa’s lap, starts to rut against her hips.

“Speak clearly, baby, or else mommy won’t be able to play with you.” Brooke’s voice is saccharine, barely above a whisper in Vanessa’s ear. But Vanessa’s unable to oblige the request–all words have flown from her mind, every thought reduced to the feeling of Brooke on her body, vivid images of what she wants Brooke to do to her replacing any coherent sentence she could form to beg for it. Brooke must know that Vanessa’s at her breaking point, though, because in the next moment, she’s moving again, sliding down Vanessa’s body and pulling down Vanessa’s panties without any other requests.

“These are dripping.” she giggles, and Vanessa must have thanked her, because in the next moment, Brooke is saying something else, something that sounds like you’re welcome, kitten, only it’s muffled, barely audible over the sounds of Brooke sucking at Vanessa’s cunt, licking up and around her folds. She brings her hands to tease along the inside of Vanessa’s thighs and only moves to her clit when Vanessa begins to shiver, powerless to do anything but moan and squirm as Brooke continues to lap at her cunt, making use of every inch of her tongue as she goes.

When Vanessa comes, the room around her spins, flashes of red and white obscuring everything around her as Brooke replaces her tongue with two gentle fingers and rubs Vanessa through her orgasm.

“How much do I owe you?” Vanessa finally pants once she’s caught her breath, but Brooke just shakes her head.

“On the house.” She shrugs, but this time, it’s Vanessa’s turn to put her foot down.

“No, you gotta let me pay you somehow, come on–”

She stops when she sees the smile on Brooke’s face, her gaze sheepish and suggestive and–

Oh.

“I like Thai food.” Brooke whispers, standing up and dusting herself off. “You free tomorrow at five? There’s a great restaurant on Yonge I could take you to.”

Vanessa smiles, her whole body warming back up again as she stands, too, bringing her hand out to shake Brooke’s. This was definitely a compromise she could live with, that was for sure.

“It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.” Brooke nods, taking Vanessa’s hand and once again flashing that dazzling smile that almost makes Vanessa want to pull Brooke back on top of her, start everything over again.

They falter for a moment, unsure what to do with themselves, whether to go or stay, until Brooke finally breaks the silence by pulling Vanessa in for a quick kiss on the cheek.

“Can’t wait.”

Vanessa’s cheek buzzes with the faint feeling of Brooke’s lips for the rest of the night.

#rpdr fanfiction #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #branjie #smut #lesbian au #living in sin #writworm42 #tw mommy kink

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