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novemberhope · 6 days

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Ellaria stood frozen, her heart pounding. Before her, the small village was nearly completely surrounded by flames. Thick smoke hung in the air. The screams of many echoed through the night. The scene was a nightmare come to life, mirroring the horrors she had seen in her mind's eye.

She had disobeyed Dragon's instructions and had tried to help the villagers. But the village elders had trusted the wrong people. They had ignored Ellaria's warnings and called her a troublemaker and a liar.

When the flames had swept away everything in their path and the children's desperate cries became softer and softer until they couldn't be heard at all, Ellaria was in tears. There was nothing she could have done against the sea of flames. And those responsible were surely still lying in wait to make sure that no one could escape from this man-made hell. The entire village was in ruins and its inhabitants no longer existed. Her vision had become a grim reality.

Suddenly, a familiar presence appeared behind her. Dragon's towering figure cast an imposing shadow as he stood silently, observing the inferno with a look of deep concern. Ellaria had not expected him to follow after her.

A wave of guilt washed over her. "I'm sorry," she said. "But I couldn't just let them die. I had to try... I just... had to."

"Ellaria," he said softly, "don't think I don't understand. We've all been there."

Ellaria turned to face him, her pale green eyes filled with pain. She didn't know what to say. There was nothing she could have done differently to save those people. But she still felt like a complete failure.

"I have visions that warn me of danger and I could potentially save so many people and yet, I could not save a single person today..."

Dragon sighed heavily. "My dear girl, we cannot race around saving every person that ever is in danger. Such a pursuit would exhaust us, and in the end, the World Government and the Celestial Dragons would still reign supreme."

"But there must be a way," Ellaria protested. "We cannot simply abandon the innocent to their fates."

"Sometimes, Ellaria, sacrifices must be made," Dragon replied. His eyes hardened. "We cannot afford to chase every little spark in the darkness. If we are to change this oppressive world, we must strike at the heart of the enemy."

Ellaria's mind raced as she absorbed Dragon's words. She had always believed that every life was precious, that no one should be left to suffer. But Dragon's logic had a chilling clarity to it. But it did not make the pain of watching innocents die any easier to bear.

"But what if the cost is too high?" she whispered. Was she destined to to be a mere bystander despite of her visions, watching the world burn around her?

Dragon placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Such is the burden we bear, Ellaria. We must be willing to make difficult choices, to sacrifice the few for the many."

Ellaria stared into the flames. She could not bring herself to like Dragon's approach, but she understood where he was coming from.

As the fire raged on, Ellaria watched in silence. The path forward was unclear, but she knew that she would continue to fight for a world where every life was truly valued.

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i-bring-crack · 10 months

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Jinhae Exes AU not in the "ones of us cheated" or "it was all a big misunderstanding that separated us" kind of way.

But in the "one of us realized the world is significantly different than what we were thought to believe and now we are fighting in different sides of the war and I still love you but I think I'm right in this ideology game and just want the other to understand and come back please—"

#i just remembered i also had that idea before in a oneshot wip #never truly finished even though it was going to be hella fun #i also kinda made the fic be platonic in ao3 rather than romantic #i mean i like my jinhae #but #platonic AND soulmates AND m/f friendships are just 'MA HEART'#anyways the whole love wouldnt have been different.#like they still love each other minus the kissing and secc #Anyways the plot was about Haein recovering her memories of the past timeline and looking for jinwoo in order to help him defeat the #denizens of chaos aka beasts and their monarchs or just the monarch and their armies #Jinwoo wasnt looking for any help but was kinda lonely that he just kindof accepted the company from Haein and gave her a system on her own #so that she too could become just as strong as her. At this point they also like 'know'they both like each other bc they both did go on a #date but they never truly met one another so they do have a crush but they decide to take it slow and just become friends first. I mean they #have literally have 27 years in this world to spend so might as well try to know each other first.#Haein isnt quick to open up about her problems tho and neither is Jinwoo quick to say ALL that he suffered for the past 4 years as a hunter #including the system's mess #so they often explore more about the world and talk about the monsters than their problems first #That is until Haein is like 19. both have passed like 6 years toguether only trying to find where the monarchs are hi #hidding as well as destroying possible civilizations that could be useful inside the shadow army.#most of the beasts are agreesive towards them too so they kill them without any regards.#and then they finally get to find the first intelligent beings in this world. The demon race. Haein already from the name alone knows they #(also yes the demon race is still alive in this AU)#but jinwoo stops her and she is just huh? we arent killing these demons?#'nope we are killing all of them except this clan'#and Haein obeys but. like. is so confused.#hen when the radir family throws them a banquet. pretty things and events happen and Haein gets the chance to talk to Esil who in turn is #very chatty so she gets to hear a lot about the story of demons and their lives outside of it.#solo leveling #jinhae

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panevanbuckley · 2 years

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anyways what about a fic where eddie is still in the army and everyone likes to keep up to date with news back home right? so they'll all be sat in their bunks and his fellow soldiers will say, "hey look what that la firefighter did this time!" and it'll be yet another crazy stunt buck's pulled because he's become somewhat of a 'celebrity' and eddie takes one look at the picture being passed around and goes, "oh yeah, that's my husband"

#i have many many wips already and haven't actually written in weeks but like this idea #i am a sucker for army!eddie we all knew that #9-1-1 #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #911 fox

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shrunkupthejams · 2 years

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WIP Intro but I have too much ADHD for this Edition: Seeing Ghosts

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About title: The main character can see ghosts and the wip needed a name, so voilà!: Seeing Ghosts. Easy peezy name idea. Plus I might actually keep this name- it's, like, publishable.

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About: Rea moves in with a new roommate, Madden, in Calderine City and he’s perfect—kind, caring, gentle, a great housekeeper—but he’s not really Rea’s kind of person. Not that it matters because she’s not in the city for long; once she’s done her practicum as a research assistant for Professor Octem, she’ll be moving on to bigger and better things than a cheap shared apartment. But when Rea begins getting haunted by literal ghosts from the past, her quiet roommate may be her only hope. Also, I specifically want to use this wip as a vehicle to explore intrusive thoughts because of a recent thought: 'What if intrusive thoughts came from ghosts?' because they feel like they come from an outside source rather than from your own brain.

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Setting: Ik it's in Ro-khui Alba in A-Vholkhui (a.k.a. Calderine City), but I have yet to settle on the when; I'm stuck between setting it around when Double A Batteries happens and having Rea and Madden show up in Camilla Marie & Co., so yeah. One of the two. (Like full story vs becoming side characters..)

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Featuring: ghosts (obviously); a malewife; questionable relationships with ghosts; possession, probably; intrusive thoughts; idk really know it isn't developed enough yet..

wip stuff taglist: @multi-lefaiye

#ps.txt #wip intro but i have too much adhd for this edition #wip: seeing ghosts #no playlist for this bad boy bc i genuinely haven't gotten far beyond a solid idea w/ this one #like i might give them a small side story to explore the intrusive thoughts thing but other than that they might just end up being side #characters in part of camilla's story (listen. camilla's got a LONG complicated story at this point. ae's like all over the place. idk if i #talked about her getting captured by iroma's knights of the capita? but after she escapes iroma's new divine army of zola's children ae end #*ends up in ro-khui alba somehow and i think rea and madden shoukd get to reluctantly co-parent a teenager as they try to get aer back #home. so.)

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rainbow-nerdss · 5 days

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Tease Tidbit Tuesday

This is a new WIP, where Tommy doesn't get transferred before Buck arrives at the 118!

Honestly, I love this idea in theory, but I'm not really sure how to write it. I know what i want it to be, but Tommy's POV is fighting me tbh

oh well:

It was tough, losing out on the spot at the 217. Getting back out there, back in the air, it’s been Tommy’s goal for years now. But the competition was fierce, and he’d just missed out—Captain Nash’s surprisingly glowing recommendation and his experience in the army apparently not enough to give him the advantage he needed over people who’d been waiting longer. It was a setback, but Tommy wasn’t going to give up. Sure, the 118 has gotten nicer over the past few years, and he’s starting to genuinely enjoy it there—Hen and Chimney both accepting his apologies, becoming something like friends, and Captain Nash’s family dinners actually becoming something he looks forward to every shift. Still, every time he jokes about loving the single life, and every time Hen talks about her wife, it makes his stomach churn, and it gets harder and harder every day to keep it going. He has to, though. At least until there’s another opening in harbor. And then there’s the fact that Captain Nash already agreed to take on a new probie, fully expecting Tommy to get snapped up by the 217, and the imminent arrival of the new kid is a constant reminder that he failed. He wasn’t good enough, he hadn’t made it. The kid arrives, interrupting dinner with a nervous twitch in his hands and an awkward laugh when Captain Nash teases him about being in the wrong place. Evan Buckley. He tells everyone to call him Buck, but Tommy ignores it. He can tell already—the kid looks like he’s about to bolt any second. No point in giving the new puppy a nickname, not if he’s not going to last the full probie year. Tommy wonders if he’ll get to see him wash out before he manages to snag a transfer. It would be a silver lining, he’s sure. Evan’s enthusiastic, to say the least. Nash says he’s got top marks in the academy, he’s good at the job, but Tommy can see the lack of discipline, lack of control that’s going to get him into some serious trouble someday. And Tommy can't do this. He can't let this kid get under his skin.

Tagged by: @theotherbuckley @exhuastedpigeon @wikiangela

Tagging:

@diazsdimples @bidisasterevankinard @wildlife4life @aspecbuddie @thewolvesof1998

@daffi-990 @neverevan @loserdiaz @jeeyuns @kwills91

@trenchcoatsandtimetravel @spotsandsocks @devirnis @steadfastsaturnsrings @sunflowerdiaiz

@lover-of-mine @liabegins @lovelettertothewise @slowlyfoggydestiny @buddieboos

@shitouttabuck @pirrusstuff @jesuisici33 @nmcggg @elvensorceress

@eddiebabygirldiaz @your-catfish-friend @eightpackdiaz @gigi-gigi @bisexualbuckleys

@loveyouanyway @alliaskisthepossibilityoflove @arachanae @dangerpronebuddie

If anyone would rather not be tagged in Bucktommy stuff, let me know! I'm happy to keep separate tag lists for bucktommy and buddie 💙💙

#my fic #wip #fic tag game #bucktommy #tevan #evan buckley #tommy kinard

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bamsara · 1 year

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would anyone be interested in an art stream where I just draw and talk about my ocs and books being:

the three idiots in a world with systematic oppression based on magical vs non-magical blood going on an adventure to find a missing person (Pheobe's dad Edmund) where Miles (magical) has to arrest Edmund from defecting from the magical army but doesn't know his location so uses Pheobe to find him, Lewis (sus non-magical) is coming along because even though he should be arrested he can potentially be pardoned for his crimes for assisting, and Pheobe (non-magical) just wants to find her dad and the three of them end up getting twisted up in a plot to resurrect an eldritch god

Eve and Maddie are besties in college but Eve is a vampire and Maddie has no idea because vampires and werewolves and other supernatural beings are just common in the world but not known to humans because they dont exactly fit the myths that the world has strewn about them and they go on cryptid hunting adventures together and there's gay tension but also there's a couple of murders happening around town that starts to reveal the world of the supernatural to Maddie which makes her a target

The story of an abused girl running away from home set in a dystopia/futuristic setting where automations and humans are commonplace but there's a societal divide and on the run she trips over a corpse in the snow but its not really a corpse but rather a war-machine robot that escaped from the facility it was being created/held who really has no sympathy or understanding of humanity and they end up traveling together on the run as fugitives because its easier to run away if you have the guise of a 'gaurdian' figure aka the robot for the child and for the robot everyone thinks he's a funny looking nanny bot or something so they become less suspisious and eventually found family happens

or the unnamed dnd kid that was abandoned as an infant, found and raised by goblins but that caused disruption so she was dropped off in a village a few years later in the hopes that a good human samaritan would take her in but no one did, so she became a street rat stealing and pickpocketing, later sneaking onto a ship to steal gold she eavesdropped was on there, but it undocks and she's found and it turns out the ship workers didn't work for the empire but actaully were undercover pirates and they debate on killing her but are uncomfortable with but cant let her go now that she knows so they take her in instead to make her pay off her dishoner, and the crew and captain become a psuedo crime family with her and she's taught langauge and healing from the captain and ect until one day years later; the ship is raided and she's knocked out and when she wakes up the crew is gone, no signs of how or where they went and she has to go on an investigative mission to find them

or the one where

bye hold on im realizing how many book wips i have

#sara shush #ramble #oc stuff #fuck fuck ufck k fucifm slkfls ksmf a auggggggggggh

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slexenskee · 1 year

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MDNSY AU

Posting this WIP bc maybe if it sees the light of day I’ll actually get around to writing more of it

I originally wrote this right after the sick-fic arc even though its supposed to take place during the Eri arc so it gets kinda AU from there

It’s only afterwards— months afterwards, that he realizes the full extent of his own stupid actions.

So many things had to perfectly align in exactly the wrong way for this to happen. But each and every one of them was his own damn fault, so there’s really no one to blame here but himself.

It had to have happened when Hawks had been sick and recovering in his hotel room, that’s the only way the timing lines up. Gojo has always been good about practicing safe sex— considering how he sleeps around, he sort of has to— and has never slipped up even once… until Hawks. Multiple times, actually, not even counting the time he was sick. There’d also been that time in Palawan, when he hadn’t brought any condoms with him because he’d honestly thought he wouldn’t need them. That had been rather profoundly short sighted of him, in hindsight. And then of course there were the time(s) when Hawks was staying in his hotel room, when they couldn’t keep their hands off each other and once again Gojo hadn’t thought to go out and buy any condoms because he’d genuinely thought he wouldn’t need any. Hawks had been sick! Basically delirious! How was he supposed to know that the moment he��d recovered enough he’d jump him? And on a related note, how was Gojo supposed to summon up enough willpower to stop him?

To that point— how was Gojo even supposed to know he should stop him?

That too, though, is entirely his fault.

Apparently it’s a regular part of sex-ed during middle school— except Gojo never went to class in middle school, so he’d entirely missed the memo. With the advent of quirks came a rare genetic mutation that allows for male pregnancies among a small subset of the population. Rare, but not entirely unheard of, either. It was certainly common enough for a segment to be taught in public schools, and testing to be done as part of the gamut of health checks most kids go through around puberty. Most kids aside from Gojo, who was out terrorizing organized crime syndicates just for fun at that age.

God, he’s a fucking idiot. This entire situation was so laughably avoidable, and yet he’d managed to end up in it anyway.

Anyway so now he’s having an existential meltdown in the middle of his still unfinished bathroom, staring numbly at the flecks of grout still flaking off the new tile, wondering what the fuck he’s supposed to do now.

“Satoruuu,” a voice whines from the other side of the bathroom door. “I need to pee.”

Gojo scrambles to his feet, binning the evidence of all the pregnancy tests and burying it under a cloud of toilet paper just before he wrenches the door open, smile fixed in place. “Sorry Eri-chan! I was spacing out.”

Eri just takes the excuse at face value, bounding into the only current usable bathroom in the house and shutting the door behind her.

Gojo sighs wearily, slumping against the wall just outside the door.

Alright, first on the agenda is finding a temporary residence for them while he gets an army of contractors to fix the worst of the ‘home improvement’ sins he’s committed upon this house as quickly as possible. He’d originally thought redoing the rooms would be a fun bonding activity for him and Eri, but now he knows all those chemicals will be bad for… for the baby, so that’s probably a bad idea now. He’s also going to need this house in livable condition as fast as he can make it happen, because apparently… there’s going to be a baby here in less than six months.

He’s also going to need a doctor, and a very good and discreet one at that. From what he’s read in his mad frenzy of online searching, male pregnancies are very high risk. He’s not at all worried for himself, seeing as though he can heal from just about anything, but that same protection doesn’t extend to the other person currently taking up roost inside him. He frowns. Or does it? Wouldn’t his reversed-curse technique still work on them when they’re still a parasite leeching off of his body? When exactly does their cursed energy start to deviate from each others to the point he can no longer heal them as an extension of himself? Man, what he wouldn’t give for a conversation with Shoko right now.

He can worry about things like clothes and furniture and baby food after he’s settled the most immediate concerns on his list. Namely, fixing this house and finding a doctor. And telling Eri, although he doubts that will be much of an issue. The girl will be beyond excited to be an older sibling.

Now as for telling his family and telling Hawks…

Gojo winces.

Yeah, okay. It says a lot that he’d rather tell Endeavor, to his face, that he’s getting another grandchild than fessing up to Hawks about carrying his kid. Even the thought of it is going to give him a stress tumor.

Well, stress is bad for babies, right? So maybe he should just table the thought for later. You know, for his health.

#fic may death never stop you #spinoff fic #mpreg au #mdnsy oneshots

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bidisasterevankinard · 5 months

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Inspiration Saturday (crossover edition)

tagged by @loserdiaz @daffi-990 thank you loves<33333

ok all week I was super lazy after publishing royal fic+ too deep into top gun obsession so 0 writing process but i daydreamed a lot. I was inspired for 2 hangster fic ideas and one is crossover and as my lovely wife @hippolotamus only supported this idea so meet new wip:

Buck and Jake exes who stayed friends and finally meet again for Buck and Eddie's vacation in San Diego after 6s (Jake made Buck come to see him because YOU LITERALLY DIED, BUCKLEY. I'M NOT EVEN ANYMORE ASKING TO SEE YOUR ASS. GET YOURSELF AND YOUR MAN IN SAN-DIEGO). And as Buck and Jake flirt (completely platonically now) and quite open about their past relationship Eddie and Bradley are really jealous because their blonde friends dared to look at other man and not them. Lots of beach and bar time, jealousy and ofc getting together

mood board

little bit of draft from notes

Jake: you definitely have a thing for men in uniform. Especially army men

Buck: i never saw Eddie in his army uniform

J: it explains why you still in normal state of mind

Buck: said the man who has the thing for taller men

tagging @hippolotamus @eddiebabygirldiaz @wikiangela @wildlife4life @watchyourbuck @rainbow-nerdss @rogerzsteven @the-likesofus @thewolvesof1998 @theotherbuckley @transboybuckley @pirrusstuff @arthursdent @anakinfallen @devirnis @fortheloveofbuddie @ghostscowboys @giddyupbuck @heartshapedvows @honestlydarkprincess @hoodie-buck @housewifebuck @jeeyuns @jesuisici33 @lover-of-mine @ladydorian05 @callmenewbie @bekkachaos @mandzuking17 @monsterrae1 @malewifediaz @spaceprincessem @spotsandsocks @spagheddiediaz

#I MISS SUMMER GIMME FUCKING SUMMER AND GET ME TO NORMAL BEACH #Eddie and Bradley scared Buck is going to move to San-Diego #hangster and buddie crossover wip #buddie #hangster #evan buckley #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #bradley rooster bradshaw #jake hangman seresin #top gun maverick #my wips

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jellymish-art · 4 months

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How do I even armour, part 2:

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

So excited to get to this layer, cause plate armour!! Consists of a breast plate and what I learned is called a tasset. And an idea for a helmet too.

Here's the inspiration run down:

The breastplate is modeled after 18th century Cuirassiers. They've got those handy knobs that were used to (I think) fasten the back plate to the breastplate. I've just drawn them higher up to also function as a cape-attachment.

The tasset is 100% rule of cool and a mix of an ancient Greek/Roman-ish looking thing and some plate armour elements. I've also made the chainmail longer.

The helmet is an unholy mix of ancient Roman, 18th century Prussian army and modern London police. We'll see if that works when I draw it on Vimes' head, otherwise I'll scrap it for something more classic like a late medieval kettle helmet.

Anyway, that's it for today's WIP! Helmet on the actual head, cape and weapons next, I think!

Which... any pointers on how you'd attach a short sword to this getup would be greatly appreciated!

Pose reference by: The Pose Archives on DeviantArt

#Discworld #Sam Vimes #Commander Vimes #fanart #WIP #art wip #the watch #terry pratchett #sketch #fanatasy #jellymish #Discworld novels #character design #armor #fantasy armor #It's coming together really well #I'm so excited!!

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alteredphoenix · 10 months

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TFW you have an idea for an FF7R fic where Aerith pulls Tifa to the side to tell her that she (Aerith) shouldn’t “be here” a’la stretched and feeling thin (to borrow from LOTR) aka being alive and the feeling just won’t go away until she sees for herself where the divergence happens - but you don’t have the game on PC to get a better idea of how to approach it so it has to stay a half-baked WIP.

(Also I’m pretty sure part 2 hasn’t reached that part yet where Sephiroth murked her in the OG canon, and it’s probably going to diverge from that point where she does survive.

And if she doesn’t - well. It’ll have made for a good idea.)

#i don't really do final fantasy fics #which is odd b/c you'd think i'd be all over that #but i'm not and i don't trust this pc i'm using rn to let me run a game #and i'd prefer to experience said game(s) for myself instead of watching them unless i'm bored #i'm honestly not even sure where the idea came from - it just did #armi's WIP ideas

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malarkgirlypop · 4 months

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He's the Boss Part 4 (Bull Randleman x F!Reader)

WELL WELL FUCKING WELL. Jesus christ I have been looking at this part 4 in my wips for ages. Finally got an idea, that then may have spiralled into a whole fucking rabbit hole, but lol here we are! But anyway it's done, woooh, we get a bit of Cowboy Bull thrown in so that's fun! I hope you all enjoy the last instalment of this Bull series. But not to worry, I love Bull and I'm sure I will write another one for him. We need more Bull content goddammit! if this is bad don't tell me lol

Based on the HBO show and the actors who portray the characters, no hate to the people involved.

Tag list: @footprintsinthesxnd, @vikinglover07, @next-autopsy, @panzershrike-pretz, @xxluckystrike, @bucky32557038ww2, @b00ks1ut, @paula-912 (I can't remember of anyone else has asked to be tagged, if you have please remind me, I'm so bad!)

I finally left the room. Bull and I talked for hours laying together on his bed. I looked at the time it was four in the morning, I knew I had to leave before everyone else got up. It wouldn’t be a good look sneaking out the Seargents room in the early hours of the morning, looking freshly fucked.

“I have to go.” I whispered trying to get out of bed, Bull pulled me back down onto the bed kissing me gently on the lips. I groaned in frustration, he was making it very hard to leave, and he knew it. He watched me intently as I got dressed again, laughing at me as I scoured around for where I had thrown my bra. He was enjoying the show.

I waved goodbye sneaking out of the room, closing the door quietly behind me. I walked down the hall, the realisation of what just happened hitting me. I couldn’t help but grin, I skipped down to my room. I shut the door behind me, flopping down onto my bed. I glanced at the time, “Ugh I have to be up in 3 hours.” It was a later start on the Saturday but we still had duties to attend even if there was nothing to do here in Austria. We were still waiting for the German army to surrender, but even then we weren’t set on going home after that, they were still fighting over in the Pacific. I fell fast asleep under my covers being so tired from the events prior.

My alarm blared next to me, I groaned rolling over wrapping my pillow around my head to block out the annoying noise. I sat up smacking the clock off. A knock rapped on my door, George didn’t wait to be invited in, waltzing into the room and shutting the door behind him. He flopped down onto the bed next to me.

“We gotta get up, Y/N.” He moaned into the pillow, I peeked my eye open at him, he looked like a bus had hit him. His hair all tousled and dark circles under his eyes.

“No.” I mumble into the pillow, pulling the covers over my head. He pulled them back down inspecting my face.

“Why do you look so tired, you barely drunk anything?” He squinted at me.

“I didn’t get to bed till late. Do we have to get up?” I asked, enjoying the warmth under the blanket. I was so cosy I didn't want to leave my little nest I had made.

He raised his head from the pillow scanning my features, his brows furrowed together in concentration. “What do you mean, you didn’t get to bed till late? We got home at the same time. You and Bull put me to bed. You and Bull. YOU AND BULL!” I flinched away from the man as he pounced on top of me pinning me to the bed.

“Shhh, George!” I said trying to cover his mouth which hung open.

“I just didn’t sleep well is all.” I lied, pushing him off of me. I threw the covers back, hastily getting changed into my uniform while George looked at me, I could see from here the cogs turning in his brain.

“Stop thinking so much, you’ll hurt yourself.” I threw the pillow that had fallen off the bed at his face.

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We walked down the hall together, “So nothing happened last night?” George asked for the umpteenth time.

“George, would you quit it! I told you. After I put you to bed, Bull and I had a drink and then we parted ways.” He looked at me suspiciously, still not believing the story I had told him.

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We made it to the mess hall in time for breakfast, standing in line for our food. Luz spoke cheerily with the other men, seemingly forgetting about the terrible hangover he had. I grabbed a few things off the table that had been prepared, popping them on my plate. My eyes constantly flitted to the door waiting for Bull to walk in. Even though I had only seen him a couple hours ago, I desperately wanted to see him again. Send him a little smile or wink as he walks in. A look that we shared that no one else knew but us.

I sat down at the table with the rest of the Easy men joining George and I. They all chatted as I nibbled, patiently waiting for Bull to arrive. But he never did, his tall frame never coming into view. He had missed breakfast all together.

“Hey little bird!” George snapped his fingers in front of my face, pulling me from my focus on the door. I looked at him, confusion on my face.

“We are leaving, come on!” George said as I looked around the table we were the only ones left there.

“Why did you call me little bird?” I asked standing, following George with my plate and putting it on the counter to be returned.

“Cause you were nibbling on one piece of toast all of breakfast like a little bird.” George said over his shoulder as we walked out of the mess hall. I sighed trailing behind. I had wanted to see Bull so bad, but I know he’s a busy man.

We walked through the buildings, I walked behind George sighing loudly and scraping my feet. George walked briskly ahead, only turning around occasionally to check I was still meandering behind him. Another sigh left my mouth but it was quickly stopped as my arm swinging by my side was snatched up swiftly. My eyes widened as I went to scream, but a large hand covered my mouth stopping any noise from leaving my throat. I was dragged behind one of the walls of the houses we were walking through. I struggled tirelessly against the firm hold that had me, with no success. This person who had me was very much stronger and bigger than me.

“Easy there!” The warm timbre of the voice stilled me. I knew that voice anywhere. His hands set me free as soon as I stopped struggling. I swung around to face Bull. I crossed my arms over my chest trying to appear annoyed, but the grin on my face gave me away.

“What on earth are you doing, Bull?” I asked him. He grinned down at me.

“Come with me.” He replied, gently taking my hand in his leading me away.

“Where?” I queried, but I let him take me. I held onto his hand following behind my question still left unanswered. All he did was smile at me, his face beamed with excitement.

We walked for a bit, leaving the buildings behind we were staying in. He walked us onto a gravel road in between rolling fields. We walked all the way down the road, hand in hand, enjoying the scenery. We finally came to a stop under a tall tree, its branches so wide and thick it shaded us from the hot sun.

“Are we here? Is this it?” I asked again. Bull nodded, hopping the wooden fence with ease.

“Bull! What are you doing?” I asked in a hushed voice even though no one else was around to hear us. We hadn’t seen people since we had left the town.

“Come on, it's this way.” He held out his hand for me to help me climb over the fence. I stepped from one foot to the other, looking around to see if we would get caught.

“You trust me don’t you?” He said hand still reaching out for me. I sighed nodding, I did trust him. I climbed over the fence, Bull lifting me off the other side, once I had reached the top, and placing me gently on the ground. We walked into the field, the edges lined with pine trees. It seemed to sprawl for miles, filled with lush green grass and patches of wildflowers and trees here and there.

I watched as Bull placed his thumb and index finger in his mouth in a ‘o’ shape. I tilted my head curiously, but soon figured out what he was doing, when a loud whistle left his lips. I stared at him as he swung around sending me a wink. I heard the sound of heavy footfalls racing towards us. There in the distance a horse sprinted towards us. It nickered and whinnied as it ran. It arrived stopping right in front of Bull. It pushed its head into him, as he lifted his hand to pat it.

“Come on over, he’s not scary.” Bull beckoned me over, as I stood wearily to the side. I moved closer, reaching out for the horse to smell me. He snorted softly pushing his head against my hand as I stroked the bridge of his nose.

“I don’t know what his real name is but I call him Randy.” He told me. I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips.

“What?” He asked, looking confused.

“Randy, I love it!” I laughed more, hiding my chuckles behind my hand.

“Well it’s Sir Randy to you, if you’re going to take that attitude!” He said with a serious tone. I couldn’t help but throw my head back in laughter at his antics.

“Hello Randy.” I cooed as I patted the horse. I watched Bull raise one eyebrow, not looking impressed.

“My deepest apologies, Sir Randy.” I bowed deeply to the horse to show my respect for his title. Now it was Bull’s turn to laugh as he watched me.

“Alright, you ready?” Bull asked, I looked at him puzzled. We hadn't been here more than five minutes and he was ready to leave.

“Are we going already? I asked, a pout on my lips. I didn’t want to go just yet. Bull smiled walking towards me. His arms wrapped me in a tight hug, as he pressed a kiss to the top of my head. I rested my head on his chest looking up at him. Bull’s head dipped down, his lips finding mine. He kissed me softly, letting the touch linger before pulling away.

“You’re so cute.” He hummed lowly in my ear, sending butterflies swirling in my stomach.

“No we aren’t leaving. We’re going for a ride!” Bull beamed down at me, my brows knitted together as I pieced it all together in my head.

“We’re riding Randy?” I asked. He nodded. My eyes widened. “I haven’t ridden a horse before! Also whose horse is this? Are we allowed?” The questions tumbled from my lips in quick succession.

“Yes we are riding Randy. It’s fine the owner will never know. And who cares if we are allowed or not, it’s fun.” Bull moved away walking back over to the horse, patting Randy on his back. The horse snorted in response. Bull turned back and looked at me, “Plus I have seen how you ride, you’ll be fine.” He sent me a cheeky wink. My cheeks flushed pink, a giggle leaving my mouth.

“You’re up first.” Bull said to me as I made my way over. Bull clasped his hands together for me to step into, he boosted me up onto the horse. I sat on Randy’s back, feeling unsteady since there was no saddle for me to sit in.

“Can you ride bareback?” I asked, looking down at him. Bull grinned, sending me a wink.

“Not like that!” I swatted at him with my hand, but he dodged me easily.

“Yeah. I used to ride bareback all the time, back at the farm.” He said as he hoisted himself up onto the horse, his large frame sitting in front of me. I wrapped my arms around his waist, leaning my head into his back.

Bull clicked his tongue nudging Randy in the side. The horse snorted and started walking forward.

“Where are you going to take me?” I asked from behind him, craning my neck up to see over his shoulder. But his torso being so much longer than mine made the task difficult. I opted to look out at the side view, since I couldn’t see a thing in front of me.

“Well I saw this nice creek, looked good for a dip.” Bull said in his country drawl. I didn’t have time to react to his comment, before he kicked the horse in the side.

“Heyah!” He yelled, Randy took off in a sprint. I yelped in surprise, holding on tightly to Bull. Randy cantered through the field leading us to a gate, we passed through it quickly. I was trying to admire the view but it all just blurred past due to the speed at which we were going. I held on for dear life, but felt safe with Bull handling the horse.

We finally reached the small creek, willow trees swayed in the breeze, their long branches reaching down and touching the water.

“Oh, Bull, this is stunning.” I said, casting my gaze around at the scenic view. He dismounted the horse easily, landing steady footed on the ground. Before I knew it, I was being plucked off of Randy. Bull’s strong hands taking under my arms and lifting me gently to the ground. He placed me on my feet in front of him.

I couldn’t help the smile that tugged at my lips. I leant forward, kissing him gently. But Bull seemed to have other plans, his mouth taking mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth as he kissed me deeper. His hand finding the buttons of my top, I pulled back laughing, swatting his hands away from me.

“Hey! We can’t do it here! What if we are caught?” I blushed thinking about being caught in that certain predicament with Bull.

“Oh no ma’am, that wasn’t my intention.” Bull grinned a cheeky smile.

“And then tell me good sir. What was your intention?” I asked prodding his chest with my finger. Bull grabbed my wrist, pulling me in closer.

“I was just helping you get undressed. We are going for a dip after all.” He laughed heartily, the noise sending shivers up my spine.

“Well, last one in is a rotten egg!” I squeal, charging down the grass towards the creek. Flinging my clothes off as I went. Bull wasn’t far behind, shedding his own attire just as quickly.

“I’ll get you, Y/N!” Bull laughed as he chased behind me.

“I would like to see you try!” I screamed as he scooped me up in one foul swoop.

Bull ran into the warm water, with me still in his arms half naked. I snuggled in closer to his chest. Running my hands down his torso.

“Can we stay like this forever?” I asked, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Always!” Bull smiled down at me, his sweet eyes creasing at the sides. His lips pressed against mine. “I promise.”

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This is in reference to this post

Please remember to specify which character to include if you want someone specific.

It's gotten a bit long, so... (wanted to try my hands at writing Ginny)

Standing on the cliffs on Dressrosa, looking over the restless ocean below, Ginny once more felt like the world was slipping away. Yes, she was free again... but free without a place to go, a crew to turn to and she hadn't gotten get her hands on Ace's devil fruit either. All she had was her life which meant little to her at this point.

"Hey, you - Ginger, right?"

Ginny rolled her eyes at the curly-haired blonde young man approaching. Did he protect her a couple of times during the fight in the colosseum? Yes. Did he gain the devil fruit she had wanted so desperately? Also yes. Therefore, she did not like him very much right now.

"It's Gin," she curtly replied without turning around. Maybe he would take a hint and go away again.

"I was just wondering where you were, that's all. Didn't see you in there with Luffy's crew."

"Why would I be?" she replied. "That's not my crew."

Her crew hadn't survived. Luffy was still out of it too. And she would not deal with Niara right now.

"But what's your next step now? Do you even have a ship to take you away from here? Are you planning on staying or..."

With an annoyed glance, she finally turned away from the sea and towards Sabo.

"You sure ask a lot of questions, don't you?" "Well, you knew my brother, so of course I have questions..."

She did not return his grin. She would not let herself get dragged into a past again she'd rather forgot.

"That was a long time ago," she replied. "Just get over it. I'll get by somehow."

"You know, I've seen you fight," he said, clearly not getting any hints at all.

"It would have been hard to miss, seeing that we were both fighting in the same colosseum," she replied, rolling her eyes.

"You're good. And you're strong. And there's lots of room for improvement."

"Thank you for your unwanted opinion," she growled. "If I were good and strong, that devil fruit powers would be mine now."

He ignored her outburst completely which made her even more angry. Why were those people so nice all the time!? "And here's the thing," he said. "There's a lot of potential but you're not gonna unlock it like that. Use that anger and turn it into something useful, Ginger." "It's still Gin - or Ginny - but most certainly it's not Ginger!"

"Oh right - you're full name basically means Silver Silver..."

She was ready to push him down the cliff now. At least then he'd certainly regret eating that devil fruit.

"Your point!?"

"My point is, you have nowhere to go, so I'm offering you to come with us."

Wait, what? Ginny had expected everything else but not that. He was... a member of the Revolutionary Army, right?

"Sorry, but I'm not your little lost girl looking for help," she said before her brain could even think about the possibilities that came with that offer. "I don't do crews anymore."

She had not brought much luck to any crew she's ever been on. The last one didn't even survive. Which was not her fault - this time - but still...

"But you do fighting," he reminded her. "Be honest, Ginger, what are your plans here?"

"I'll train until I'm the best there ever was, I'll get myself a neat devil fruit power too and then I'll take them all on!" she said angrily, not even fully knowing herself who "they" were. But once she was strong and powerful and had a high enough bounty on her head, nobody would ever dare to not take her seriously. And she would not need anyone ever again.

"I know people who can give you the best training you've ever had," he said.

It was tempting. It was oh so tempting. But it would also mean teaming up with people again, rules, regulations... disappointment,,,

"We're leaving in two hours," Sabo said. "Be there if you want to come along, Ginger."

"Will you learn my name if I do?" she replied, rolling her eyes.

"Don't count on it," he laughed.

"You did not just go and did what I explicitly told you not to?" Koala asked when Sabo returned.

"I might have," he replied with a smile.

"You will explain this to Dragon," Koala told him.

"Don't worry, I'll handle it."

"You will handle her, too," she warned.

"Well, if she shows up - I'm always up for a challenge."

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some sentence sunday 24.4

is this thing still on?

i have a lull at work which means i have time AND brain space for actual words to get written! so pls enjoy this extra bit from my big bang fic that i'm sooooo close to finishing and really excited about. thanks everyone for the tags today and the last month, you're all below the cut bc there are so many people that have tagged me its overwhelming (affectionate).

Nora assumes that there is actual football being played based on the level of noise around her, but she’s fully focused on June and the rest of the cheerleaders for the first half of the game. The part of her brain that’s always on wonders if there’s an equation that could predict what routine June or the cheer coach will call the squad to do next. She knows there are some routines for defense and some for offense, three options for when the team scores, some more general pep and tumbling ones, and a specific routine they use whenever the marching band plays the fight song, plus a halftime routine. There’s bound to be some way to track the statistics of each and build a predictive model that’s relatively accurate, but Nora would need more data, like a lot more. She’d also need, unfortunately, a much more in-depth knowledge of football, which she absolutely refuses to engage in. So while the math likely checks out, Nora isn’t going to be the one to do it. Alex keeps her from dying of boredom for the rest of the game, happy to snark with her about the other team (she’s not dumb enough to talk shit about her own team while smack dab in the middle of the bleachers), make up fake names for all the fancy football plays, and generally treat the marching band like their own personal karaoke machine, belting out the lyrics of everything from Carry On My Wayward Son and All I Do Is Win to Seven Nation Army and Tequila and every song in between. She even gets into the spirit of the whole thing enough to dance like a maniac when the drumline goes ape-shit at the end of the third quarter. She catches the pleased disbelief on June’s face when they make eye contact over fancy flying drumsticks and tumbling cheerleaders and tries not to blush in response. In fact, Nora’s almost won over to the idea of sporting events in general and football in the specific for the atmosphere alone by the time the game ends. So it’s even more fucking annoying when Evan goes and ruins it.

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Okay so I just saw this on Twitter and immediately thought of Homecoming Frankie and Santi… the three of them tucked away in a cabin somewhere remote with nothing to entertain themselves with except this crappy old ping ping table. And it’s two against one and they are getting VERY competitive and they’re ganging up on you but it’s hot down there in that cabin basement and so you start to remove layers and notice it’s distracting them so you start stripping, watching them fumble and stutter, their mouths hanging open…

HOMECOMING: TWO AGAINST ONE

OH MY LORD! THIS IMAGE! You are sending me! So firstly I do actually have a wip that is very similar to this one, but because you sent me this depravity I wrote a little something, just for you. I LOVE YOU, I don't deserve this gorgeous, amazing, sexy thought you've sent me.

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Brat.

Obnoxious brat.

Short, obnoxious brat!

"What's wrong Cariño?" Santiago says, with a grin across the table from you, as you have to tuck your metaphorical tail between your legs as you walk across the room to pick up the little plastic ping pong table that ricocheted from Santiago's latest move and is now bouncing mockingly against the wooden floor in the corner.

Next to him, Frankie is shaking his head, with a sheepish expression on his face, clearly regretting being pulled into your competition with Santiago (as always).

"Thought you said you could take us both," Santiago adds.

From the way his voice is almost cracking with amusement at the edges, you know that double entendre is on purpose.

God, he's such a fucking brat.

You're better than Santiago at this game. You know it and he knows it. It's why you had bragged, perhaps a bit too confidently and a bit too loudly about how there is no handicap in the world that could have Santiago winning a game of ping pong over you.

It's why when Santiago had suggested two against one, you had readily taken him on. You just hadn't expected the two of them to be so coordinated and in sync with their movements.

In retrospect, that was a novice move. Because of course those two would be. You don't spend half a lifetime in the army together, watching each other's six only to end up on the other side of it, not being in tune with each other.

The bastard's still grinning at you.

Fuck your life.

Rolling up the sleeves of your sweatshirt, (Fuck it's warm in this cramped and stuffy basement--whose fucking idea was it to voluntarily do physical exercise), you bend over, picking up the tiny little ball.

You drag your eyes back to the table, where Santiago is practically lit up like the Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center, bouncing on his feet, as he takes a step back, in preparation, widening his stance, in some ridiculous half-wrestling move. He takes this game way too seriously (which, yes you know, you know: this is very pot calling the kettle black, considering the way you're already craning your neck from left to right in preparation for the next round).

He has no fucking right to look this good. Silver-black curls, bouncing on his forehead, as the sweat glistens off his thick neck. Bare-armed, as white fabric of his tanktop clings onto his chest. His fingers thread through his heat-furled curls, matted with sweat.

At the sight of it, something sharp and electric zaps through you, from the tip of your toes right into the center of your belly. For an infinitesimal second, you're not entirely sure if the sensation comes from the all-too familiar competitive streak between you or just how fucking attractive Santiago looks in this moment as he's grinning back at you. Gleefully happy and excited in a way you might not have seen him since you were both kids.

It makes your mouth dry out, heart pumping even faster (which isn't really ideal considering how high your heartbeat already is from the strenuous exercise you've already been victimised under from this stupid bet) and if the heat in this room hadn't already beat you to it, you'd be pretty sure your face would be burning too.

Frankie must see your plight, because his brows scrunch in concern as he looks at you.

"Baby, we don't have to keep doing this. We can call it a draw and just put on a movie upstairs instead," Frankie offers sympathetically.

"No Frank, game doesn't end until she calls uncle and admit she's lost, them's the rule," Santiago counters, as he taps his paddle tauntingly on the table. "Buckle up sweetheart, next round."

You make a sound in your throat that sounds much like a growl.

Brat. You weren't going to take Frankie's offer anyhow. Would much rather die from a heat-stroke than have to listen to Santiago's taunting all night about how everyone knows he's "technically the winner" if you hadn't begged for mercy.

A lone drop of sweat trickles down the back of your neck and fuck, that is it. You can't take the heat. Putting down your paddle and the ping pong ball on the table, your hands come to the hem of the grey army-sweatshirt, dragging the constraining cotton up your torso and off your neck, before you fling it onto a chair nearby. As soon as the itchy grey fabric leaves your skin, leaving you in your strapped cami blouse, you feel like you can breathe again. Thank god for linen.

Your skin is almost dewy from the sweat and perspiration, you feel disgusting. Stupid Santiago and his stupid competitive games, and his stupid army sweatshirt.

"Fish, don't get distracted. She's doing this on purpose."

You look back up, confused by Santiago's reprimanding tone until your eyes meet Frankie, and the way he's staring at your newly revealed skin. It's not until you look down, you realize, that your bra is showing under the near transparent material of your top.

Frankie's eyes round, almost comically, the black eating into the rest of his gorgeous eyes, until it's nearly pitched black.

"Uhm--yeah," Frankie responds, but you can tell from the thick drawl in his tone, the way his words goes slow and clumsy, the way it sounds like melted sugar burning under low heat, that he's not really hearing Santiago.

Santiago can tell too.

"FRANK!"

That snaps the man right out of it, he blinks repeatedly, as if waking up from a daze. The dark, near-blackness of his eyes, softening, until it's all warm and light hazel gentleness.

"Right, right," Frankie murmurs, as he drags his eyes away from you, eyes lowering to his feet, even as the flushed pink continues to climb.

And oh, bless this sweet summer child, you do love him so much.

So easy, your Frankie.

Bending over the table, you stay there, lingering languidly in your movements, until you're sure, from the way that Frankie swallows hard in his throat, that he's seen the lace of your bra peek out from the top, before you pick up the ball and lean back up.

Then you wink at your husband, and even though the loose sweats he's wearing provides him with some legroom, you know that the obvious bulge there is not from Frankie hiding a goddamn tree log in those pants.

If your next serve is a little bit more exaggerated in your movements for Frankie's benefit, well... there are no rules against that.

It's a comical sight. Santiago goes left, and Frankie clumsily fails to track the ball's movements, and missteps, until Santiago crashes into him with a loud curse.

The ball pings off the table and onto the floor, and you can practically see the fumes rising from the top of Santiago's head as he walks off to the corner, with pendejo and horny idiot scalding hot on his tongue.

With his back turned, you seize your chance, tilting your head coquettishly at your husband, as you drag your index finger along the flimsy collar of your top, dragging it down along the swell of your breasts until you can hear the groan wrenched from his throat.

"Foul!" Santiago's voice shouts from across the room. "That's fucking cheating and you know it!"

"How exactly am I cheating?"

"You're confusing Fish, flirting and stripping!"

"You're nuts, he's my husband! I'm allowed to flirt with my husband!"

"Not when we're playing, you're not!"

You stare at him in silence, a stand-off, neither of you willing to blink or back down from your irrational stance. The seconds ticking over from one to five to thirty until you must stand there for a full minute.

Until finally Santiago blinks. "Fine!" he growls, as he throws the paddle down on the table and his hand comes to the hem of his tanktop and pulls it off.

You blink in confusion. "What are you doing?"

"Different game," he announces as if the logic makes perfect sense and he pulls off and kicks off the sweatpants to a far off corner in the room, standing in his half-naked glory, with only his boxers clinging onto his thick thighs and round ass.

Santiago must have lost his mind. The heat must have finally gotten to him. Because if he thinks that him stripping is going to make Frankie more concentrated in this game, then clearly Santiago's brain must have fried.

In front of you, Santiago is advancing on you, practically marching, until he's close enough that he can grab your arm and pull you to him, warm, rough palm against the back of your neck, as he presses his mouth against yours. It's hungry, it's frustrated, it's everything. Tongue licking into your mouth as he opens you up to him. The oppressive heat of the room strikes you again, the room spinning around you until your head is buzzing and you nearly lose your footing in his arms as you melt against him.

He pulls away from you. "Different game," Santiago repeats against your lips, "same rules though."

You're still confused, completely uncomprehending of what his words mean until he turns his face in Frankie's direction, with that mischievous grin still plastered on his spit-slick lips, "you comin' Frank?"

Santiago is grinning, eyes glittering with competitiveness. Heat licks against the bottom of your spine, as it finally click for you. Different game, but same rules: two against one.

FUCK

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