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bending-sickle · 5 months

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Fuck, marry, kill

Dean, Castiel, Crowley

Also, your Crowley headcannons! I need more Crowley in my life

*softly* you're killing me, smalls

well i can't kill dean because he's unkillable (or extremely killable but for a limited time only) and i do not want to suffer the consequences.

...or do i?

okay look.

marry crowley. paperwork means something with him, which means i can get it in writing that i won't be [Insert Endless List of Horrible Fates]. plus, fucking all day every day in new and exciting ways. and not to play light of possession but imagine the possibilities. so many different suits to experiment with.

now with the other two it's more a question of "who would i rather hunt me down with single-minded revenge for killing their babe".

i mean, it should be that, but i'm getting distracted by who would be a better one-night-stand and i gotta say, dean wins that competition.

so we're killing cas, i guess, and hopefully i make it out alive once dean figures out what's happened. (or, oh god, sam.)

as for crowley headcanons:

the torture move that finally snapped his soul into demonhood was his jaw getting ripped right off. he doesn't like to think about. (he thinks about it.)

absolutely rampant but sublimated Hell Torture ptsd

because of this, he'll fuck any way there is left to fuck except any way that feels too close to being tied down to the rack in hell. not keen on being the bottom, not happy being underneath, and i think he'd rather swim through a thrice-blessed olympic swimming pool than be tied up.

which leads us to: control. he wants it. if he can't have it, then at least he doesn't want surprises, which works well, because he's good at reading people.

his coat: secret security blanket.

do not believe a single thing that comes out of his mouth when it comes to him, personally. i don't understand why the wiki fandom takes his offhand comments as gospel, like when he said he had dr phil on speed-dial, or had "athletic calves", or has been drinking Craig whiskey since gradeschool* as if a bastard, motherless boy abandoned to the workhouse would be in school.** he likes to play loose, to make quips, and to spout bullshit because it's fun.

and a forced headcanon because the show just fucking decided to make him scottish after he'd been on screen for over a season is that his english accent is deliberately put-upon because [Insert the entire history of England's oppression of Scotland and also the prejudice of local accents vs. Received Pronunciation english]. which also means, in my headcanon, he talks to his mother in his original scottish accent every time he loses a grip of his "I Am Crowley, King of Hell" persona. especially in the face of her own accent. because lots of people who have a Public Accent and a Home Accent shift like that, especially with family (e.g. john barrowman, american accent to most, scottish at home. watch him explain it - and accent switch - here) and it just makes sense, y'know? and when he's Seriously Going Through It, he'll slip back into it. (unlike, for some bizarre reason - and tell me it's not just me - the weird american accent creeping in during his "i deserve to be loved" scene. like, mark, wtf.)

okay i'll stop now.

* some people even tried to use this info as a basic for tracking down said whiskey which...doesn't exist

** which is not to say there weren't schools (which would be dominie since there was no parish) in canisbay in the mid 1600s but...my dude was not going to school and drinking whiskey. he was starving at a workhouse trying to rub two pennies together.

(can you tell i've been researching for a fic?)

#reasons why pissthena is awesome #ask box adventures #not sure if i should tag this as #crowley #but hell i want to find it on my blog later so hi hello #supernatural

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miniimight · 8 months

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Hellooo! Could you please write for the boys where the reader is sick but doesn't tell them bcs she doesn't wanna bother them?? I love your your blog sm 💙💙

HIDING YOUR SICKNESS ! reader doesn't wanna bother her boyfriend

with izuku, bakugo, rody + fem!reader (pro hero era)

notes thanks for the request anon !!

you: hey i don't think i can make our date tonight... i'm sorry, something came up

he frowned when he got the text. he pinched the bridge of his nose and his overthinking kicked in. you'd been distancing yourself a lot recently... between you spending all your time at someone else's place, having to postpone dates, and his hero work, you barely got to see each other.

he was worried. he pressed the call button and waited for you to pick up.

IZUKU

"hello? y/n?"

you folded from the concern in his voice. he was always going to be worried about you, no matter what you tried to do.

"izuku..." you rasped and you could tell he was taken aback.

"what's wrong, honey?" he said softly. "you don't sound too good..."

you bit your lip. oh, what the hell. he was going to find out anyway. "i'm just a little sick, that's all. i can handle—"

"sick?!" izuku exclaimed and you shied away from his volume. "my love, you should have told me."

"no, it's really okay—"

"how long have you felt this way? is this why you've been postponing our dates? where are you right now?" he ignored your protests and rambled on with more questions for a bit. you weakly answered them all.

"okay, sweetheart, i'm on my way." you could hear him huffing as you assumed he leapt across rooftops. "stay on call..."

a burden was lifted off your shoulders, and the relief made you fall asleep right then and there.

later—though how much later, you didn't know—you blinked the sleep out of your eyes. groaning, you stretched your arms and propped your body up with your elbows.

"oh, you're awake. lay down, love."

you tuned into izuku's voice, squinting through your daze. he was sitting at your bedside, a wet rag in his hand. he shushed you when you tried to ask him all your questions, gently laying the rag across your forehead and kissing your heated cheek.

"you had a fever, honey." izuku hummed, pulling the chair closer to the bed and leaning over the side. "you shouldn't have been under all those stuffy blankets."

you frowned and looked around. the windows were open, the curtains flowing as fresh air filtered in. it was true, you did feel a little less suffocated.

you pursed your lips, feeling guilty. "i'm sorry."

he was absolutely bewildered. "what could you possibly be sorry for?"

you sniffed, rubbing your eyes. "you were at work, right? and..."

izuku softened, stroking your temples with understanding. "it's never an issue for me to take care of you, love. don't be sad. just relax and let me handle everything, okay? i'm here now, to take care of you."

BAKUGO

"where are you and why have you been avoiding my calls?"

you pressed your lips into a thin line. straight to the point, as usual. "i'm... i'm staying at a friend's for the time being." you tried to speak evenly, without any tiredness.

you heard bakugo sigh deeply. "what's the matter, baby? and don't think about hidin' anything from me."

you groaned internally, letting your head drop against the mattress. you mumbled.

"what was that?"

you flared up, heat overwhelming your body. "i'm sick! okay?! i'm so sick right now."

he didn't respond.

you sighed. "i didn't want you to catch anything or worry about it. i can handle it and i'll be back in no time."

he scoffed. "fuck that. i'm coming to get you."

"kat, really—?!"

"yes, really!" you heard faint explosions in the background. "seriously, thinking you can recover on your own when you can't even speak properly." he chuckled.

you wanted to retort, but your throat burned. hmph, you thought. you let yourself drift asleep, feeling comforted.

later, you woke up in his bed to the sound of clanking pots in the kitchen. brows furrowed, you groaned as you stretched, your body buzzing after you let yourself drop into the plush mattress once more.

bakugo peeked into the room. "you're up. good. you need to eat." with an apron on, he placed an assortment of dishes in front of you; soup, fruits, and some cough drops for later.

you sat up a little, startled when his hand pressed against your forehead.

"you have a fever." he shook his head, disappointed. "you probably made it a little worse, isolating yourself under all those sheets. you were overheated when i got you."

you pouted, taking a sip of water.

he craned his neck to meet your eyes, thinking you'd be relieved being home and in his care. you clearly had something on your mind. "baby..." he held your hand. "jus' tell me what's on your mind."

you met his eyes briefly before looking away. "i... didn't want you to miss work for this."

"this matters more than paperwork." he rolled his eyes, a soft smile on his face. he squeezed your hands. "just eat up and rest up. i'll handle everything else."

RODY

"y/n?"

"nope!" his little sister, lala, chirped. "it's me!"

during his last layover, he hadn't been getting much of a response from you. he trusted you with everything, but he was worried. now that he was back in otheon, he was ready to figure out what the hell was going on.

he chuckled at his sister. you must've given her your phone to play her favorite game. "hey, lala. where's y/n, do you know?"

"she's sleeping now." rody could hear her breathing as she pattered over to where he assumed you were laying down. "sleeping like a log."

"yeah?" rody responded, deep in thought. it wasn't like you to sleep while looking after his siblings, so he knew something was wrong. "what was she doing before she fell asleep?"

"uhhh... she made lunch for us?" lala sniffed. "i feel bad, though."

rody's eyebrows creased, tugging a suitcase behind him as he unconsciously walked faster. "why's that?"

"she's got a mask on, and she doesn't want us too close to her..." lala sighed. "and she's burning up."

rody put the pieces together. he raced to the carpark and zoomed on home, bursting through the door.

the loud noise startled you out of your slumber, sitting upright. the abrupt motion made you dizzy and you groaned. lala pat your shoulder, concerned.

rody dropped his suitcase to the ground, kneeling at your side. slipping off his gloves, he pressed his hand to the side of your neck.

"seriously, babe, you should've told me when you started feeling off." he frowned, bustling about to grab you the things you needed. "i could've left any time."

your eyes were glassy when you looked at him, and he felt his heart twisting. "m'sorry," you mumbled from behind the mask. "i didn't want to bother you..."

he scoffed and pulled the mask off your face, squishing your cheeks. he looked you square in the eye. though he was scolding you, he was so soft and gently. "you never bother me. all i think about is you, lala, and roro. i want to know everything you're feeling, no matter what."

you smiled, looking lopsided as your face was still in his hands. "okay."

he grinned and kissed you.

"ugh!" you recoiled, scooching away from him. "rody! you'll get sick!"

he crossed his arms, smiling. "and? we can be in that boat together."

you rolled your eyes. "oh my god."

"aw, don't be like that, baby." rody cuddled up next to you, peppering you with affection. "come on, let me take care of you."

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fiendishfables · 3 months

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hello!! i saw ur blog and i was super excited to see another aroaceee is it alright if you do platonic adam x reader headcanons? he can be reader's friend, sibling, or preferably reader's father figure as long as its platonic, anything u'd like is fine! sorry if my request is kinda weird lol, i just haven't seen a lot of platonic hazbin hotel stuff (especially stuff with adam in it)

a/n: Always good to meet other aroace individuals, indeed. I personally love Adam, he is absolutely my favorite character. I’ve been dying to write for him more and thinking of him as a dad is just my favorite scenario-

warnings: cursing, Adam being Adam, brief mentions of sex, subtle hints at Lute x Adam (if you squint)

words: 944

additional notes: this was one of my first asks I ever got; I AM SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT. Enjoy~!

Adam as a Father Figure

Headcanons

First of all, he never expected to actually have a kid of his own, but now here he was

By the time you turned 6, you knew about every single curse word in existence, along with a (disturbingly) decent amount of female anatomy

Lute gets promoted to babysitter

When Adam is off performing with his band or needed in the council/other Heavenly resides, Lute is responsible for keeping track of his child

Even if she lost you (which she has, multiple times) he won't be that worried

You were a kid and as far as Adam knew, kids needed food

Hence how he knew you would find your way back to him eventually

Okay scratch that, maybe he does get a little worried...a lot

Starts to doubt his ability as a parent

Once he even got Sera to send out a search party for you because you had been gone longer than usual

It worried him sick whenever you went exploring, but he was almost a bit prideful that his offspring had managed to inherit his sneaking around capabilities already at such a young age

Lute has had to console her boss many times in response to your random disappearances under her watchfulness

He has legit been facedown on the couch with his head in her lap whilst he bawls his eyes out, blabbering to her about his worries pertaining to you, and then somehow that stems to his hopes and dreams in life (he doesn't wanna talk about it)

Only for you to walk in with food from some random location about 10 minutes later

You'd be on the floor as soon as you enter the domicile because Adam would have jumped on you and then proceeded to hug the very life out of you (all while stealing your bag of food in the process and running off with it)

Calls you a bitch, dumbass, and 'a little shit' for worrying him

Though he would never openly admit he had been worried

He doesn't care if you have a social life, he wants you home safe before 9pm, sharp

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Teaches you how to play guitar

He claims its because he wants to pass on one of his awesome talents to his only child, but he also really wants you to join him and his band on stage one day or another

You are in the starter stages of learning and are able to accurately get chords down and learn to read sheet music

A tear just may have come to his eye

The first song you two ever perform together is "Hell is Forever"

He did see someone try to give you a rose after your performance and nearly knocked them out

Trust him, he's a sex and relationship positive guy (for the most part) but he also can't help but feel like he wants to protect you at all costs

If you dare to call him over-protective, he will very gladly give you the silent treatment for a good 5 minutes

After that time mark, he will be groveling at your feet and whining about how sorry he is (rare that he actually says 'sorry')

His biggest fear is his own child having it out for him and not wanting anything to do with him

A clingy parent, no doubt

Wants to train you in the ways of becoming an Exorcist Angel

Poor guy is a bit insecure about everything and needs extra reassurance, though he would never ever outwardly ask for it

That's a sign of weakness in his eyes

Not for his child though

You come to him with even the smallest hint of watery eyes and he is already going full dad-mode

Determined to find the fucker who made you upset

Promises to give em' a good ol' kick in the balls (or vag)

Adam won't discriminate, he's just there to beat the ass of whoever hurt his precious baby

He will get in a fist fight with Sera in order to make you happy

Just expect to be the one he then blames when he gets demoted

── ･｡☆*☽*☆ﾟ.──

Adam totally took lots of naps before he had a child, so this just makes for the two of you ending up crashing on the couch together and creating a melodic tune out of your in-sync snoring patterns

Anything the two of you can do together without constantly arguing is a miracle, so this is to be cherished

He has definitely given you some very creative nicknames (as he calls himself 'Dickmaster')

Lute has taken many pictures

She wants to make a photo album and give it to Adam one day just to piss him off

But as she knows how much he really cares for you, she does not want to risk him growing apart from you due to something stupid she did for a few momentary laughs

Let's you two have your moments without interrupting

The two of you always fight over food and who gets to pick where you go for the evening, if going anywhere at all

Lute claims that you are making Adam all the more emotional, but no one seems to be complaining

Especially not the High Council

Its nice to have him shut his mouth for once and remotely think about his actions and who they could potentially effect

Adam has something to lose now, and everyone in both Heaven and Hell alike knew it

No demon spawn would ever get to set even a foot near you

You were the first life he felt truly responsible for

He refuses to fuck it up and lose someone else he cares about

He would protect you until the ends of time, whether you liked it or not

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autisticlancemcclain · 6 months

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fic rec friday 52

hello and welcome to fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics. and a quick note before i start: happy one year, everyone! a year of fic rec fridays! i started doing these when my blog really started to take off, and it's been an honour to share these with you :)

A Kind Demon And A Scary Angel by vrepit-nah (anonymous)

Day 18 - Forbidden Love Shiro breaks his head trying to appease the angel and demon on his shoulders and stop them to killing the other. He soon finds out that he didn't need to after all.

making lance's troublemaking ass the demon. so real. poor shiro can never have a break in any universe 😭😭 he just wants to vibe and he just gets bothered by klance all the time

2. Of Friends and Rivals (And Lovers) by vrepit-nah (anonymous)

Lance McClain has a big family, and that means no one is really ever alone in a room at any point of time. It becomes unnatural for him to feel when he’s in space in a huge castle with barely any people. So, he tries to fill the hole in his heart by seeking out his teammates. It strikes Keith odd one day when Lance begins hanging out with him instead of his other friends, and worst of all, it seems like Lance is caving in on himself without anyone noticing. Or: 5 times Lance seeks out to hang out with a friend, and the one time he doesn’t.

the first time i read part v i gasped OUT LOUD bc i was like no way he's gonna fuck up that bad. no goddamn way. and then he DID and i HOLLERED

3. Today, anew by MemeKonVLD (MemeKonYA)

“Lance.” Lance’s eyebrows furrow in concern for a second before his whole face goes gentle and open. “Hey buddy, everything okay?” Keith nods. Then shakes his head, then opens his mouth to let out a noisy sob before he’s hugging the air out of Lance, grip vise tight. Lance hugs him back. That’s one of the great things about him— he doesn’t— he doesn’t need explanations for things like this. He doesn’t make Keith jump through hoops, the way other people might— he’s just— he just knows what Keith needs in times like this. No façades, no posturing. (Or: the one where Keith is trapped in a time loop. A time loop from hell.)

their worst nightmares are each other dying. i am going to lose my mind. i am sobbing and screaming and yelling on the floor. i am sucking on cement. nobody touch me

4. Visions by @snowwarning27

"It’s funny, because as a tattoo artist he makes art that lasts pretty much forever – as far as the person who has it is concerned – but a street artist…their art lasts maybe a couple of days." Keith comes in for a tattoo; Lance immediately falls in love. With his art. His love for Keith comes later.

it's usually tattoo artist keith but tattoo artist lance my LOVE. also i will never get over graffiti artist keith i think about him all the time the punk ass

5. story received, story included by @freshia

(4:20PM): u know, number neighbor, i think i need a chiropractor. (4:23PM): ? (4:25PM): because my back really hurts (4:25PM): from carrying this conversation ;(

Lance texts his number neighbor.

i LOVE texting fics. they're so fun. and lance in a texting fic is always funny bc it's so obviously true that he would be so funny if he had time to think about it. and of course keith would fall for him over text

that’s it for today!! happy one year! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!

#HAPPY ONE YEAR HAPPY ONE YEAR #im actually so pumped for this like!!!!#vld #voltron #lance #lance mcclain #keith #keith kogane #klance #angel keith #demon lance #langst #keith angst #klangst #tattoo artist lance #graffiti artist keith #fic rec #fic rec friday #longpost

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broooooo · 1 year

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A Jocked dream

_______________________________________

A rewrite for my first story on this blog, I hope to make it better

I am Aaron, a high schooler, I've never been very social, I was a very protected child as a kid, I'm also asexual, meaning I don't find sexual attraction to any gender, I have long hair, I'm skinny and have bland style, I'm not very smart, and I hate most lessons.

To be honest I hate it all, I'm quite jealous of everyone , wishing I could be one of the popular guys, hot and muscular with lots of courage.

Occasionally I get the chance to talk with the older guys, I feel happy around them, they said I was there friend and I could always talk to them.

Its the closet I get to my dreams

_______________________________________

Whilst sitting alone under a tree, Jason, one of the popular guys and football jock from the group comes and sits with me

" yo Arron what up ma bro"

Extends fist for fist bump

I look up a bit confused but happy to see him

"hello Jason" fit bumps back*

"nutin much , just waitin for class"

"isn't it math?" I say

" yeah bro that shit sucks ass"

I laugh " damn right, I fuckin hate math , sucks major ass"

Jason's a little shocked but understanding.

"YOO damn right bro, sports so so much better, why don't you join a sports team bro?

I sigh saddly

Jason notices and sits next to me

"yo bro, what's wrong"

"well.. As a child my parents rejected the notion of me wanting to do sports, quite surprising if you think about it"

Jason's head almost blew up after hearing that.

" WHAT BRO, your parents suck for that, you wanted to play?"

I look up and smile

"yeah... I wanted to play football, and I still wouldn't mind , just It's too late for me, I'm no longer a child"

Jason puts his hands on my shoulders and looks me straight in the eye.

"bro, let me help you, it's never too late, coach can definitely help you"

I look up shocked and excited

I smile back and say

"yes, sure go ahead"

"YOOOOO BROOOOOOO"

Jason runs around excited as hell

He extends his hand to me

"come with me Aaron, let's get started right away,

I'll take you to coach!"

I take his hand

_______________________________________

Me and Jason walk through the school until reaching the sports hall where coaches office is

We walk up to the door and Jason opens it guiding me in.

Jason walks up to coaches desk

"Yo coach gotta minute?"

Coach sits up and adjusts his shirt that's tightly pressed against his large muscles.

"Jason my boy, need something?

And hm? Who ?, Looks me straight in the eye"

"well he's why I'm here, this is Aaron, my best bro, he wants to becum like me, he wishes to play football and becum a jock"

I'm feeling nervous hearing this.

"well Aaron, is that so, I can definitely help you , thank you Jason for bringing him here,

Jason please go to the locker room and get a kit ready"

"yes coach!, See you later bro",

he says to me as he leaves

"Aaron, please, sit down, let's chat"

I sit down in front of the his desk

" care for a beer son? It's a favourite between the players"

(Hmm I don't drink all that often but sure, I think in my head)

"Sure sir, I don't mind"

"please, call me coach, and take as many as you like, I just know you will want more"

I smile back, "thanks"

I take a big gulp of beer and start to sip it

"so son, you want to play football? You don't look like your very active?"

I pause for a second feeling calm from the beer

"as a kid my parents didn't want me to play sports, I was Hella protected, it's only because of Jason that this is happening"

Coach looks shocked and pale from what I said

"well that's no way to live is it! I'm glad you're here today because from now on you're gonna be a football jock, ill be the father you never had"

I am shocked by his words but also comforted by them

"thank you so much coach, I hope to make you proud"

I go to take another sip of my beer but find it's empty

Well now...

"yo coach, hand me another beer ?"

(Yo? Did I just?.. well whatever)

"hah, what did I say, the jocks love this stuff, and you're pretty much one of them now" he hands me another beer.

I go pale now, and my dick is extremely hard now my heart beating and my thoughts cloudy,

Wait.. did I just finish this beer ?

Well damn

"well son, you really like it, I'm impressed, heres another, come with me to the locker room, and don't worry, we have a stash of beer in there too!"

I take the new beer bottle and walk with him to the locker room, where my bro Jason went

(Bro? Yeah... Broooooooo)

_______________________________________

Walking into the locker room , coach guides me to one of the benches , it and a big screen TV Infront of it.

"sit down son, let me help you out of your clothes

watch what's on the screen"

I sit down and just stare at the screen, drunk out of my mind as I had finished the 3rd beer on the way here, coach stripping me. I begin in drool and leek pre as I look at the screen

"stare Aaron stare"

"Listen to its words, let it becum who you are meant to be, who you want to be"

I stare hard , foggy... dick... Hard.. huhu

The screen fills me up with tactics and football, all about football, and sex, locker room sex with the bros, huhu.. brooo. Im so horny now...

He moves on with his plan

He injects a serum into me, body grows

He starts to play with my expanding nipples, as my chest becums inflated and flat, my arms exploding in hard muscle with hands hard and rough from the sports and the gym

My legs becum tree trunks with thighs of steel, with a tight ass.

My feet grow and expand .

Finally my washboard 8 pack cum gutter abs.

Coach then pays attention to my hard and leaking, now 12 inch dick and lemon sized balls swirling with jock cum

"having fun Aaron, don't worry, were almost over'

Now say it, recite the words you know are true

He starts to jerk me off

" I.. I am a football.... Jock

I ... Big.... Dumb

.. football....

Yeah...

I am a football jock,

.... Hee I AM A FOOTBALL JOCK BROOOOO

And within 4 jerks i cum

I cum all over, me, coach, the floor,

Ropes of cum spew for minutes as I lay there a drooling sweety dumb mess of a jock

Jason comes in with a full football kit, he's happy at what the sees

" Yoo coach, u did great"

"Jason help your bro get changed, practice is soon'

"right"

Jason comes over to me and starts to dress me.

"sup bro, what up"

As my mind clears i say

"broooooo what uppppp ,I guud brahhh that was amazing, thank you bro, thank you

"that's great bro! Anytime"

He helps he dresses in the kit, from the jock strap to the cleats and pads, all were tight and arousing .

"damnn broo I'm so horny now"

"bro same, let's help each other out after practice bro"

Yeah brooo

Once all ready, Jason gets changed and we wait

Coach comes in to check on us

"well look at you boys, ready for practice"

We say in unison

"yes coach" we laugh at that

"Aaron, come , i will need a picture of you"

"right"

I walk over to stand at a camera, my cleats clinking on the floor

"ready son? "

I nod

As the picture is taken, I'm filled with confidence

My jock fills with more pre and cum as I am

A football jock

Damn Im still so horny

Me, Jason and the team run onto the field for practice, coach bringing out caskets of beers for us at the end

"drink up boys, you earned it"

In the locker room it's a ogy of cum and beer after a good practice.

Beer, cum and football

Bro that's the life

_____________________________________________well... What do you guys think?

I think it's better, different but better

Damn if only it could happen to me

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emo-trash101 · 2 months

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Hello hello my darling!! (/P)

How are you,good? I hope you are!

I was scrolling through for some hazbin-writing blogs and saw that you were,but didn't have any works yet!

"preposterous!" I told myself! "Such a charming blog without any writing? Allow me!"

And here I am! Nina or Weewoo,you may call me!

Now that my big flamboyant intro is done (i do this all the time for my fun,don't mind it-),May you indulge me in some nice platonic headcanons? (If you do those! If not,a single oneshot would be swell!!)

You see,the self-proclaimed platonic asker is thirsty for some platonic!

Anyways,you're probably getting bored,so allow me!

May I please have a platonic! Vox/Husk/Alastor/Lucifer/ anyone you wish to write for (I honestly don't mind anyone,just pick peoplef from Hazbin you feel you want to write for! You can put as many as you want!) with a gn!child!reader (my favorite/p) that's really sweet (even a bit of a pushover) but has a really bad argument with their parent (the characters) for x reason (maybe because the child is too kind?) and runs away for some air,but later,as the characters were looking for them because they're worried or we're forced to (ahem,Vox and Alastor,AHEM) the character finds them all injured and crying somewhere because it's hell and there are bad people there? How would the characters react? Would they do something?

I think that's all for me!

I hope you enjoy writing this dearie! Don't forget to drink,eat and have rest!

Stay proud darling!

-Nina <33

Omg, I really hope you end up enjoying this! I actually really like this idea, and I live for platonic relationships. Also! Feel free to request whenever, I really need something to do with my life 😭

Vox, Husk, Alastor and Lucifer x Child! Reader

THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND SHOULD ONLY BE TAKEN AS SUCH

Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral

Tw: Arguing, Vox and Alastor (Yes they are warnings), general Hazbin Hotel-ness

Vox -

- In all honesty, I'm so sorry you ended up with this man 😭

- But (as many of us know) he is not a nice person, if anything he's more so the opposite. He would probably take away your toys just to see you cry.

- However, he is very good at faking it, which makes him a very confusing person to be around.

- The argument most likely starts because you end up being too sweet and it ends up pissing him off. He'd probably try to be passive aggressive or ignore it until it makes him so mad he just yells.

- He seems like the kind of guy to be like "Well thats how I was raised." And just see nothing wrong with it. But after seeing you be so upset after the argument, a small part of his almost nonexistent humanity feels bad.

- Considering how busy he is, he probably wouldn't notice you were missing for a good while. Even after he does, he doesn't go after you himself, he sends one of his workers to get you.

- Once he does find you injured, he's undoubtedly mad. Not exactly because he cares too much for your wellbeing, but because he considers you a pet of some sort, and people should know better than to hurt his pet.

- Doesn't really learn much from the experience, however does avoid bringing up the topic of you being too kind simply because another argument like that could provide similar outcomes

- In all, probably the worst of them all generally. (Can you tell who my least favorite is?)

Husk -

- Honestly, he's not that bad of a caretaker, and it's primarily because he has strong morals and tries to teach you that as well.

- However, because of that, he views your kindness as a kind of weakness that needs to be fixed. Which is almost exactly what he tries to do.

- He attempts several times to make you "stronger" and less kind to protect you. He obviously has good intentions but goes the wrong way about it.

- This obviously results in an argument where he refuses to admit that he was incorrect which leads you to try and chill yourself out by going on a walk. He would probably be too heated to even really care about you walking out. That is until later.

- After you eventually don't come back for awhile he does become anxious, but he knows that he taught you to take care of yourself and that you'll be fine.

- Once you do come back he feels hella guilty, nit only for letting you walk away, but arguing with you in general. He resorts to trying to help clean your wounds and provide you with the best comfort he can (which honestly is not a lot but it's the thought that counts)

- He does let up on you having to be less nice, it does get brought up ever so often, but after a few minutes he just lets it go.

Alastor -

- This man is a little special brained, as in he is extremely apathetic to the point where he doesn't comprehend you being kind aside from it being for ulterior motives.

- Which honestly makes sense if you think about how he acts, so it's not like it's a baseless accusation. But after he's taken you under his wing and is trying to teach you he feels almost undermined by you constantly being kind.

- This obviously turns into an argument (more like you being defensive and him just accusing), and you eventually give up and go on a walk.

- He considers this an admission of guilt and doesn't go after you or anything and just lets you do your own thing until you apologize to him.

- When you do eventually show back up to the hotel, he does tend to your wounds, but he approaches you with condescension until you eventually apologize purely out of exhaustion.

- He doesn't really feel any guilt towards it, and will definitely ice you out until you stop being so "manipulative".

Lucifer -

- Now Lucifer himself is at least a people pleaser, so he understands the feeling and actions that you do take.

- However, having seen his daughter take similar strides that he had in the sense of caring for others, he ends up worrying about you being used for others benefit, especially in a place like hell.

- This kinda causes him to try and course correct aggressively, deciding that if he were to act more cold it would rub off on you and work (surprise surprise, it didn't).

- It just turns into you getting upset and while trying to have a serious conversation about the issues (or as serious a discussion that a child can have), he tries to keep up the cold facade.

- This just upsets you more and you end up going on a walk to clear your mind, and that makes him feel terrible.

- He contemplates running after you but decides that it's for the best, it could even help you with being so kind.

- Well that whole thought process changes once you don't come back for too long. He almost turns the entirety of hell upside down just to find you.

- He finds you just as your assaulters are leaving, and let's just say they don't leave in one singular piece.

- After that the guilt almost eats him alive. He feels terrible for not only letting this happen to you, but that he also caused this whole mess. He takes you back to your home and helps clean your wounds (He 100% uses hello kitty bandages).

- He tries reaching out to other people to try and find better ways to teach you more about boundaries and everything just to keep you safe, and takes almost all the advice to heart.

This took less time than I anticipated, but I feel like it turned out good nonetheless. I hope you enjoyed it and have an astounding day!

#vox hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #husk hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #PLEASE LIKE THIS OMG

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sunsetsandsunshine · 8 days

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An issue I need to address:

TW: Drama, cussing…yk all that jazz. I apologize that this post is what you all are receiving from me today. But I need to talk about this before it get’s worse.

Okay, I just want to clarify that there should be no hate being sent towards @osctwordfan for this. Hate and hurtful comments will not and cannot fix what has been done. But that does not I am not angry about it. I am mad. I am livid. Only two people on this site has been able to make me this genuinely upset and it’s frustrating that making a PUBLIC POST is the only way to get this person’s attention.

4 days ago, May 16th, @osctwordfan started following me. Which, I greatley appreciated because HELLO??? Who wouldn’t, right? A new follower is just an awesome feeling to have. So, I checked their blog to see what they liked and we shared SO many similar interests it was almost scary. And I followed back.

If you know me for a while, you know my whole “Hi new mutual 💝” message I send to my new mutuals. Because 1: I love talking to people and 2: I just want others to feel like they’re welcome. (If you haven’t received one yet it’s either bc you’re a little older than me or idk how to send the message. BUT YOU WILL GET ONE TRUST 💞💓💘💖💝)

And you all know how you can SEE when someone is online? Well, they were online when I texted this. And I got no response. I just assumed it was nervousness or shyness so I didn’t really question it. Until a few minuetes later they reblogged my “You can always ask” fic.

Which, woo-hoo I guess. But my message was still not answered. But I didn’t think it was THAT deep.

The next day, May 17th, I noticed they were online. I sent a quick “Hi” again, awaiting a response. About 5 minutes later I was met with one, except it wasn’t the one I was expecting or hoping for.

It was a request. For a fanfiction. Okay okay cool. Coolio. You…ignore my two messages of me just simply saying a quick “hello” and you don’t answer…instead you ask for a tickle fanfiction of some turtles?

I get people are shy. I get that. I do. But me and one of my best friends were talking about it on Insta and it made no damn sense. Following, reblogging and requesting things from an individual that’s been trying to speak with you for the past few days and you not responding and then ASKING something of them is just…weird.

Me and one of my best friend’s convo:

So, on May 18th I saw they were online again, and so I texted the following:

Which I felt was fine. It was straight to the point. But where my anger really emegred was when I got notifications of my fics being reblogged by the same person. AGAIN. NOT EVEN 3 MINUTES LATER.

And then May 19th they liked another post of mine. Although it was a post that you would have to DIG DEEP FOR. Because I made it a year ago and only 4 people liked it (INCLUDING ME.). So you would have to LOOK LOOK to find it.

Then yesterday, May 20th, was just my breaking point. I was chilling, having a nice evening, talking with my fellow mutuals, writing a fic (AND FINISHING WOO-HOO) until I get a notification. And guess what? It’s just another reblog by the same person.

Did I get any responses of my pervious texts? Nope. Not at ALL.

I am sick and hurt of being treated as if I’m just a computer that makes fanfictions.

I am a PERSON. A human being that for the past week has been trying to talk with you. And you at fucking 16 should understand that.

You are one whole year older than me and you think you have the right to treat me this way. Who the absolute hell do you think you are?

Because let me get this through your head: I live in an African and Jamaican household, and one thing that we let each other know day in and day out is to never ever let someone make you feel like you’re less.

So when you see this @osctwordfan I am hoping you have a good explanation regarding to last week.

@ ing mutual’s in this because this is INSANE and I am LIVID rn:

@itzsana-kiddingmenow @veryblushyswitch

@skyloladoodles @saturnzskyzz @backy-san

@creativecutie @savemeafruitjuice

@mythica0 @leosmasktails @someone1348 @vxlepop

@anxious-lee @charismakat

@sunny-117 @odder-outlet @jamiesgotchu @ziipzeepzop-eez

@danineedshelp @pocky-dragon

@my-l0v3r-v3rse @rice-cake-teen10

#Didn’t add everyone bc that would be SM people #Mostly everyone though #Look #At the end of the day I’m sorry it came down to me making a post about you #But you seriously left me no choice #LIKE ACTUALLY #But srsly idfk what could be the explanation towards all of this #You sent me an ask and you would be able to see the notifications of me messaging you #If you had messages off I wouldn’t be able to in the first place/Tumblr would tell me #Also mutual’s you don’t have to respond if you don’t want to 💞💞💞#I’m just trying to figure out if I have a right to be upset abt this…#Sfw tickle community #Sfw tickle blog #Blog drama #Follower drama #Dude I don’t even want an apology I just want you to EXPLAIN #I hate drama #But I needed to post this #I’m not trying to be mean rn #I’m just trying to understand

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captainlunaxmen · 5 months

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Just a Little More

Steve Harrington x fem!reader

Summary: Steve's over Nancy, and there's a girl on his mind. One night out and some flirting might lead to a jealous Steve getting drunk.

This is a repost since the old blog doesn't work anymore. 🥰

I'm not a party person. I'm definitely not a party person.

The music is too loud, the people are... too many. I don't know how Steve always manages to drag me in these things.

And yet, here I am, once again.

"C'mon, don't give me that face," he tells me as we walk to the house hosting the party. "You need to go out more,"

"I'm fine as I am. Thanks" I complain. "you just insist because you need moral support"

"For what?" He asks, faking innocence.

"You want to see Nancy"

"That's... no, okay? I'm over her. I swear." He says confidently "my eyes are on someone else now"

"Oh yeah?" I ask, with a surprised laugh "and who might that be?"

"I'm sure you already know her" he answers.

"Please don't tell it's Robin" I beg, I couldn't even warn him.

"Nah, don't worry." He says wrapping an arm around my shoulders urging me to walk faster towards the party "you'll find it out... sooner or later"

"Whatever"

I hope he's not gonna have his heart broken again. I hated seeing him after the break up with Nancy.

We've been friends for a little while now. We got closer last year after an alternate dimensional creature attacked me, Nancy, Jonathan and him at Byers' house. He turned out to be not so much of an asshole, he even became my brother's best friend... big surprise. And now we're here.

As we enter the big house we're instantly surrounded by music, people and a strong smell of alcohol.

"Want something to drink?" Steve shouts over the music in my ear.

"No, thanks" I shout back.

"I'll be right back" he tells me.

"I'll go get some air"

He gives me a 'already?' look, nods and goes to the kitchen I suppose.

Yep, I decide I already need some air so I try to find my way to the back.

I walk through the sea of people dancing and chatting at the party as quickly as possible until I successfully get to the back.

Luckily there are a very few people, some are smoking and some are... holding their heads, feeling dizzy probably.

I try to enjoy the moment of peace, my mind wandering about who the girl Steve has a crush on now might be. Especially since he told me I know her.

Could it be Casey from my art class?

Or maybe it's Kelly...

I really can't-

"Hello there"

A voice interrupts my stream of thoughts.

Turning around I find myself face to face with none other than Billy Hargoves himself.

"Uh... Hi" I politely say, turning back around away from him.

I sense him walking beside me, he doesn't speak, though I can feel his eyes on me. The gesture makes me more nervous as seconds go on.

I try to not acknowledge him tok much, hoping he'd get tired and walk back inside, but unfortunately he stays.

Where the hell is Steve when I need him?

"I feel very lucky tonight" he casually say.

"Why's that?" I ask, knowing there's no way to ignore him anymore.

"Because I finally got you on your own and not attached to Harrington's hip" he answers with a grin.

"Yeah... uhm.. he's just getting something to drink. He... he'll be here sooner or later" I nervously laugh, trying to sound as casual as him.

"The later the better" he says softly.

"Uhm..." I think of something to say but nothing comes out.

"You tutor my sister, right? Well.. my step-sister" he asks.

"Yeah,I think. Max, right?"

"That's her. She always talks about you with my father and his girlfriend. She always talks about how nice and gentle you are" he speaks softly, slightly leaning towards me.

"Yeah.. well, that's nice of her..." I say, not looking at him "I only try to make her feel as comfortable as I can"

"And we all appreciate it" he basically whispers in my ear.

I step away, but I tripp into what looks like a vase and almost fall.

Billy's hands quickly catch me, helping me up, but even when I'm up straight again he doesn't let go. His grip isn't tight, I could shrug it off, but I can't seem to anyway.

"Careful there, gorgeous" he winks.

"Sorry... uh... thanks" I finally get out of his grip.

"My pleasure" he says looking down at me. He's still very close to me and as soon as I can catch his eyes falling to my lips, I take a deep breath turning my head to look back inside for Steve.

"Uhm... I think I'll go find Steve... I'll see you around" I say walking past him, but he moves to block my way.

"I'm sure he's fine. Stop worrying about him, for once... and" he moves his hand to rub, so slightly, my arm. "And start to worry about yourself... maybe we-"

He's cut off by Steve's voice.

"There you are!"

He's drunk... already?

"Ah! King Steve finally joined us!" Billy declare sarcastically.

"Are you drunk already?" I ask.

"Me? I could never..." he walks towards us, but almost fall as he nears.

"Yeah... sure" I say unconvinced.

"Damn... don't you look stunning..." he hiccups.

"Yeah. Okay. We're going." I state.

"No no no no no no" Steve blurts out. "You were having fun with him. Keep... keep going"

Oh god...

"C'mon Steve." I try to grab him to make him walk, but he yank himself away, falling to the ground.

"Don't worry, I'm okay" he quickly blurts out.

I let out a bug frustrated sigh, thinking about how to bring him home.

"Need a help taking his ass home?" Billy suddenly asks.

"I... you don't" I start.

"It's no trouble, sweetheart" he grins. "C'mon"

He grabs Steve's arm and lifts him up, helping him walk all the way to Billy's car.

"Open the door" he tells me and I rush to open the backseat door so Billy can make Steve lay there.

Then Billy and I get in as well and he starts to drive.

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"Thanks, Billy" I say as Billy help Steve sit on the couch in Steve's house.

"No problem, sweetheart" he smirk looking back at me. "Take care, King Steve" he adds sarcastically

I walk him to the door.

"You know...how about you and I finish what we started earlier?" He suggests.

"Uh?"

"About you starting to worry about yourself instead of him." He says, moving to grab my hand.

"Uhm... I.. I'm sorry..." I carefully move my hand out of his grip, glancing quickly at Steve on the couch "I better check on him"

"As you wish" He raises both hands in surrender, but surprisingly he smiles too. "If you ever change your mind, give me a call, sweetheart"

When Billy walks back to his car I walk back to Steve.

"Let's get you to bed, uh?" I say and he mutter something I can't catch.

I help him upstairs and to his bed.

"Oh thanks" he says like he just realised what's happening.

"No problem, Steve" I say as I help him take his shoes off.

"I ruined your night" he mutters.

"What?" I'm confused.

"You seemed reeeeeally comfortable with Hargoves tonight" he blurts out.

"What are you talking about?"

"I say you two talking.. and he was preeeeeetty close" he explains.

"We were talking about Max, his sister. I tutor her"

Why do I need to explain myself? And why does he sounds... jealous?

"He was too close" he states and he finally crawls to lay under the covers of his bed.

"Yeah. I guess." I say with a say and heading downstairs to grab him a glass of water.

"Where are you going?" He asks.

"To grab some water"

"You coming back... right?" He seems.. anxious. Why?

"Sure"

I walk downstairs to finally grab a glass and quickly go back to Steve only to see him talking his shirt off, to sleep, the sight blocks me.

It happened before... I already saw him taking his shirt off, for any sort of reasons.. well.. not all possible reasons. But now... now feels different. Why?

Fuck.

I take a deep breath and walk back in his bedroom.

"There you go" I hand him the glass and sit on the bed.

"Thank you" he says and manages to drink the whole glass.

"You're welcome"

We stay in a comfortable silence for a little while, Steve layed down taking deep breath and me sitting on his bed playing with my fingers.

"You feeling okay?" I suddenly ask and he hums nodding.

"Good. You need anything I'll be downstairs" I tell him with a smile and get up.

"What? You're not sleeping here?" He gestures to the other side of the bed.

"You want me to sleep there?" I chuckle.

I always sleep on his couch when sometimes it's too late to walk home... never in his bed.. with him.

"Yeah." He says as a matter of fact.

"I... o-okay" I say. "I.. I just don't have anything to wear to bed"

My plan was to take off my trousers and shirt and rely on the covers... I obviously can't if sleeping in his bed.

"Just grab something of mine. I don't mind.. quite the opposite actually" he says simply.

"What?" I chuckle surprised.

"Well.. seeing the girl I have my eyes on in my clothes... God..." he says, without thinking probably.

What...

"Uh?"

"How you have realised I'll never understand" he giggles.

Okay.. he's drunk.

"Sure" I say unconvinced.

I grab one of his shirts and a pair of pj's pants and get changed in the bathroom.

As I walk back in his room he's still laying down, but he uncovered the other side of his bed for me to get in.

"Hey!" He exclaims.

"What?" I ask.

"I haven't seen you!" He complains.

"You're basically sleeping, Stevie. You can't keep your eyes open." I tell him. "Go to sleep"

"You don't believe me" he states.

"About what?"

"You being the girl... I.. like" he hiccups.

Is it true?

"You're drunk, Steve. Your just-"

"No, no, no, no" he says holding his finger to my lips, to stop me from keep speaking. "You're that girl. You. You. Yooou"

So... my crush isn't one-sided as I always thought..

"Stevie..."

"Kiss me?"

"Uh?" I ask taken aback.

"Please?" He says getting closer. Cuddling against me.

"How about this... you sleep and tomorrow morning, if you still feel like this, I'll kiss you." I tell him.

"And you'll believe me?" He asks looking at me with puppy eyes.

"Yes Steve. I'll believe you" I say, thankful for the darkness hiding my flustered face.

"Great" he says cuddling more against me.

"Goodnight Steve"

" 'Night... love"

The thing is... I do believe him. I just want him to suffer a little more.

#stranger things x y/n #stranger things fic #stranger things x reader #stranger things imagine #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington

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officialstrawhat · 6 months

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The Rose of Dressrosa- Chapter 4

Hello! Sorry, I've been MIA recently. Things have not been great recently but I am hopeful everything will work out. Thank you to everyone who has been very supportive of this blog and of my writing it brings me so much happiness. :)

Anyway... As always please enjoy the next chapter!

Also, I'm about halfway through Whole Cake Island and O. M. G.!

Trafalgar D. Law x Fem!Reader

Chapter List

Summary:

After King Riku is dethroned, Doflamingo takes you under his wing and asks you to follow only one strict rule, "do not leave the palace alone". However, your sense of adventure is too great.

Law had only one thing in mind... Revenge. And you seemed like the best way to do that.

Warnings: Dark themes, manipulation

Note: Gif is not mine. Not Edited.

Word Count: 1.3K

Chapter 4

Bada Bada Bada….

Bada Bada-

Click.

“Bepo, you there?”

“Captain?” Bepo's voice came clearly out of the snail. “Did you find what you were looking for?

“Yeah.” Was all Law said.

“Great! When are we leaving?”

“Change of plans, I have to stay a little longer and I don’t know when we’ll leave."

“What!” Bepo shouted.

“Just tell everyone to hang tight.” He tells his first mate, “There's a girl-”

“A GIRL! Seriously!”

“Not like that!” Law said irritated, “I think I may have found a weak link in The Donquixote Family.”

“But Captain-”

“Just tell everyone to hang tight. This will all be over soon.”

“But-”

Click.

Law humed amusedly as he recalled how you attempted to hide your excitement. It was so easy for him to convince you to meet him later tonight. Oh yes, his new plan for Doflamingo's downfall was well on its way. He just had to get through tonight. His smile grew at the thought of you. Obviously, you were some poor helpless little princess who was in over her head and was too trusting for your own good. He just knew it.

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Quickly you walked through the secret passageway you were only a few minutes late. No one would notice. Hopefully…

When you open the secret entry no one is around. Taking a sigh of relief, you act as if you are just coming from your room.

Rounding the corner and came face to face with the closed fist of a green-haired bitch. You duck at the incoming swing and bring your leg up to sweep her leg. Monet was able to jump over your leg, and throw a punch in your direction again you dodge. You were so wrapped up in the fight that you accidentally dropped your book. As you watched it land on the expensive hardwood floor with a thud, Monet used this to her advantage and managed to back you into the wall of the corridor.

“You're late.” She sounded bored as she pined your body against the wallpaper with her arm.

“Sorry. Couldn't be helped.” You told her not really feeling sorry at all.

“Training began ten minutes ago. Where were you?” Monet asked coldly.

“She was with me,” Violet’s voice rang out, causing Monet to release you. The dark-haired woman walked to where you were standing, placing a hand on your shoulder. “I had some business in town and asked Y/N if she wanted to join.”

Monet blinked, “I see.”

You're about ninety percent sure the green-haired woman did not believe her. But she couldn't prove otherwise. Finally, Monet's eyes looked back at you, “I expect to see you in the courtyard in ten minutes.”

When Monet began to walk away she kicked the book out of her path, causing your anger to rise. You moved to follow her to let your fists do the talking, but you were pulled back by the woman who covered for you.

Your head rounded back and Violet's face looked sour, “What the hell are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking how can she walk with a huge stick up her ass.”

“Don't get smart,” Violet hissed, “What if you had been caught.”

You rolled your eyes, “But I didn't.”

“Get serious” The older woman scoffed, “What if I hadn't been here to help you.”

“But you were.”

“Yes now.”

“I'll just be more cautious next time.” you shrug out of her grasp and bend down to pick up your book.

“Next time?!” She said, alarmed, and massaged her temple as if she had a sudden headache. “If Doflamingo catches you, you could be in serious trouble.”

“Then I would just tell him I’m sorry.” you began to walk away, but she caught your arm again.

“You're being naive, the Young Master doesn't want to hear ‘sorry’”, she actually looked genuinely concerned about you. “He wants you to obey his orders. Please, Y/N. Don’t make him any more angry than he already is.”

—-

“Again.” Monet circled you, as you had your eyes closed and palms facing outward, “Focus.”

“I am.” you retorted. A part of you wanted to roll your eyes. You had been at this for months with almost no progress made.

“Focus harder, then,” she spat.

So you did, and in the grassy knoll that was created just for you in the training area of the courtyard. Eventually, a seedling sprouted small at first and began morphing into a full-grown tree that would have taken years to grow. Monet walked to it to see the fruit it bore.

Reaching in the green lush she picked the fruit off the branch, “Peaches.” she said flatly.

“I’m doing the best I can,” you cross your arms at her disappointment.

“Well it's not good enough,” She growls. “The Young Master expects Devil Fruits.”

“Why does Doffy even care about them?” You ask aggravated at her constant criticisms, “It's not like he can eat another.”

“Devil Fruits are not just some special little miracle like in your fairy tales. Devil Fruits can offer power, When you have power over the prospect of producing power, well -"

She held up the fruit to her face and continued, "That kind of power can control the world.” she squeezed the fruit into mash between her fingers letting the juices drip. “Or destroy it.”

You had never been scared of Monet, but in that moment as she spoke a chill ran down your spine.

—-

The sun had set. And the citizens of Dressrosa tucked themselves into their homes and the toys went back to the toy factory. All was quiet...

You wouldn't believe your luck. You finally met someone who wasn't from Dressrosa. Someone with a ship of their own. Someone who has lived and seen things that have been mentioned in the stories you’ve only read. Places you could only dream of…

You found the man who had taken over your thoughts leaning against the brick wall of the cantina alley where you first met him.

“Was starting to think you weren't going to make it.”

“Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“So where are you taking me first?”

“I was thinking we could go off the beaten path a bit.”

“Lead the way,” he smirked.

You gladly obliged and began walking down the sidewalk, “So how long are you planning on staying here”

“Just as soon as I get what I need.”

You nod. “So tell me about all the islands you've been to”

“Why don't you answer some of my questions first.”

“What do you want to know?” you were immediately guarded.

“For Starters what's with all the toys?”

“What about them?”

“What are they?” Law asked curiously, “What's their purpose?”

“They’ve just always been here” You shrug, “Why?”

“This is the first time I’ve ever seen anything like them.”

“You mean they're not on other islands?” You replied surprised.

“None that I’ve been to.”

“And where have you been?” you ask slyly.

Law smirked and began telling you about all the different islands he had been to. Apparently, there was an island, not that far from Dressrosa, that lived a race of animal people called Minks. He explained to you how there was also an Island made of fishmen too. And in return, you began telling him all about Dressrosa. About all the towns and you also spoke to him about the Colosseum. Though you had never been inside it you explained that it was such an amazing landmark. And finally at the center of the whole island was the King's Plateau.

Law immediately took an interest in this subject. “Quite a unique place. Your King must be proud.”

“I guess.”

“What do you think he’s like?” Law prodded.

“He’s-” Intense. Intimidating. Just… Doffy. “He’s King. Who knows.”

Law seemed unimpressed with your response but decided not to push you. You were guarded, and that was fine. It was actually smart of you in a way. It didn't matter, as long as he stuck to the plan he would get everything he wanted. All in due time.

Next Chapter

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#trafalgar law x reader #one piece x reader #angst #dark themes #romance #donquixote doflamingo x reader #trafalgar law x fem!reader

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macravishedbymactavish · 1 year

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Somebody Come Get Him (TF141 x M!Reader)

He's dancing like a stripper.

TW for mentions of alcohol, swearing, club dancers. Soap wants to be a sugar baby but do we blame him.

You passively listened as plans for a night out this weekend were being planned. Who would be the designated driver? Should we go somewhere new? You two are coming, right?

"Sorry guys, I'll have to pass on that. It's my grans birthday and you know how it is with older people" you chuckled at the momentary horror in their eyes. "I'm sure Simon will be a good sport and go out this time. Right mate?"

The look of object horror and filtered rage in your best friends gaze caused your heart to skip a beat or two. You loved Simon like a brother, but he was a scary motherfuc--

"'Course I will, since you can't be bothered. Tell Gran I say hello" He quipped, seeing right through you. Fuck I shouldn't have thrown him under the bus...

Swallowing the growing anxiety inside, knowing this was bound to bite you in the ass later. You gave your friends a warm smile before bidding yourself off. To granny's house.

"You're late!" You heard an accented voice scold as you walked in the back. "How many times must I yell at you before you learn? I think you like being yelled at!"

A smile spread across your face in amusement as the woman's attempt at scolding. Walking by you pressed a cheeky kiss to her head chuckling. She couldn't stay mad at you, or anyone else here for that matter.

"Happy birthday, Gran" you teased, ducking as a headband was thrown in your direction at the name. Ma, boss lady, Gran (she hated that one), Ruska Roma (she loved this one) -- a woman by many names to her many employees. The only boss in history that everyone seemed to like.

"What did I say about that shit? Enough!" She laughed, followed by a thank you, asshole. Now get to work already. Save the world by day, and entertain the world by night.

"You're here? Been a long time stranger" you heard a familiar voice tease, walking up behind you to place her hands on your shoulders. Eyes meeting yours in the mirror, one eyebrow raised in a silent question. Your bitten lip, and awkward smile gave you away.

"You still haven't told them?" Your soul sister laughed.

"Why would I? It's bad enough that Simon knows some of what I do, let alone my entire team" You argued, face and neck flushing at the idea of the guys finding you out. "All they need to know is I'm visiting family for a birthday"

"And you're bringing poor gran into this? Straight to hell for you" Her eyes widened, her shit eating smirk growing. Everyone here knew you were part of an elite team.

Nobody on your team knew you were actually a member of 2 elite teams. Awkward.

"At least I'll be in good company" you snorted, rolling your shoulders back as you took a deep breath. Nerves starting to catch up with you, 45 minutes until you're on deck.

"Barebackers? Never heard of the place" Kyle scrunched his nose up slightly at the suggestion. A place that appeared in Johnny's targeted ads. "Think it's any good?"

"Half decent menu for pub food" Simon chipped in, mindlessly scrolling his phone. The last thing he wanted was to go out tonight, but someone had to use him as the scapegoat.

"Better than trying to party with Gran all night" Johnny laughed, pulling up the address.

"Pre show shots for my birthday!" Gran called out, causing everyone in the dressing room to cheer. Her birthday being the only night staff can consume any alcohol while on shift.

Taking a shot from the tray, you lifted it in the air. Joining in on the out of tune "happy birthday" being sung.

"So that was terrible, thanks you two" Price huffed, leading the group out of the club. Cursing to himself that he didn't notice anything odd about a name like Barebackers.

Barebackers!

"How was I supposed to know it was a bunch'a dudes stripping?" Kyle argued, shaking his head. Not that there's anything wrong with it, but going to a club like that with your coworkers was unerving to say the least.

"I know a place down the street. Shouldn't be any dancers" Simon offered, ready to leave Barebackers behind. Happy he dodged a you-sized bullet tonight.

"Aye! Be ready to go, the song after this is all you" you heard the DJ yell to you. Pulling your attention from the patrons at the bar you were serving. Giving her a thumbs up, you began the process of hyping yourself up for the show.

You've been doing this for a fair while, you were confident in your abilities to entertain and majority of the feedback you received was positive. Doesn't mean you're not riddled with nerves and feel like you're about to vomit before going on stage though.

Ignoring the twisting of your stomach, you busied yourself with making the next order of drinks that came through.

3 fruity drinks, 1 double whiskey and 1 double bourbon.

"I'm not drinking that" Simon pushed the purple and blue drink back across the table. "That's begging for a damn hangover"

"Suit yourself old man" Kyle laughed as Johnny sat back in his seat, now with both drinks in hand. "More buzz for me"

"You start puking, you're on your own" Price mumbled, staring at the two younger men.

"What ever happened to being a mother hen, sir?" Kyle laughed, damn near doubled over when Price gave him a silent side eye in response.

Don't compare me to poultry again.

"Fuckin 'ell" Simon cussed under his breath, seeing movement out of the side of his eye. Dear old Granny smiling over at him with a knowing look, giving him a small wave.

"Now why don't you give it a shot? One night, you keep all your tips and if you don't like it you're off the hook" she bartered. You brought in a ton of revenue and traffic after your first night. She could only imagine what having double trouble military men would do.

"I'll pass ma'am" He awkwardly nodded, already hearing his brother laughing at him if this ever got out. Even worse, his squad.

"If this SAS gig ever doesn't work out, you know where to find me. Or he will at least" she jabbed a thumb in your direction, to where you stood behind the bar chatting with patrons.

That had to have been what, 6, 7 years ago? How did the woman look almost identical to now. Better yet,

How did she recognize him?

"Mr. Riley, it's good to see you again" He tensed right up, hearing a familiar voice now beside him.

"Couldn't miss your birthday Gran" Ignoring the awestruck looks of his team, he carried on light conversation. Hoping her previous offer wouldn't come back around.

"All drinks on me tonight, so have fun" she smiled at everyone, as the song was fading out. "Rooster there, find me after. I have an offer you can't refuse" she winked at Soap, who's eyes widened as he finished half of the second drink.

"Enjoy the show, boys" with one last smile, she returned to her initial seat. Beside the main stage a few feet away from them.

"Gran just hit on you" Kyle howled, clutching his stomach as his body shook with laughter. Managing to get out something about this is amazing.

"I'd be a damn good sugar baby" Johnny smiled, moving to finish his drink before promptly choking. "Is that?!" Eyes wide, looking directly at where you walked on stage.

"Bloody hell it is" Price chuckled, impressed with the confidence and skill you held yourself with. Feeling Simon slide down a little more in his seat beside him. The music picked up before he could ask just how much his lieutenant knew about your personal life.

"Is this how granny likes to party?" Johnny yelled over the music, expression a mix between confusion, intrigue and approval.

"I guess she owns this place now too" Simon grumbled, arms crossed as he watched you put your all into the show. Last he heard of the old bat, she had a private entertainment buisness. Leasing out her dancers to the highest bidders to the local clubs.

"I don't see why you wouldn't take her up on the offer" you shrugged, counting your payout from the night. "Easy way to make extra cash and unload after a long day here"

You heard a soft grunt in response from the other couch. Your best friend and roommate still in disbelief that you were so open and willing to take your clothes off for money.

"Too much family 'round here. Don't need my nephew hearing about that" you stopped counting, and gave him an amused look. You were terrified for your first show, and all but begged him to come as moral support. While Simon respected the talent and effort, it solidified that he wouldn't be caught dead half naked and shaking himself on stage.

"Then don't tell him. Simple"

3 of the men watched as you performed, all the movements coming naturally. A skill that you gave your last few years perfecting.

The 4th was pinching the bridge of his nose groaning about how he got into this situation. From one bar watching half naked dudes dance to another.

You focused on your movements, letting yourself get lost in the music and occasional cheers. No other thought besides letting loose, having fun, ohmygodisthatmyteam.

Brushing the thought aside as soon as it came, you finished your performance. Sauntering off the stage, catching your coworker in a quick hug before making your way to the back, shaking slightly. Nope. No. Nonononono.

"Who's the one with the cap? You need to introduce me" your soul sister begged, handing you a towel to wipe off the sweat and residual glitter from your performance. Fuck, play this right.

"I dunno, is he a regular?" Your heart lept into your throat as you feigned ignorance. Refusing to meet her knowing gaze as you changed back into your normal clothing for the remainder of your shift.

"In your life, yes. Now spill, who is he?" She bit her lip, smile widening as you rolled your eyes. About to shut her down when you noticed a familiar figure wander into the back alongside Gran. Fuckfuckfuck

"I've gotta go, can't leave things unattended" you rushed out, turning to leave before you heard a call of your name in a familiar accent.

"You never told me there were more fine gentleman" Gran lightly scolded, one hand wrapped gingerly around Johnny's bicep as she smirked. "Why not?"

While you were proud of yourself for both lives you ran, you also made a point to keep said lives seperate. Church and state if you will. None of the guys on 141 (minus Simon - but you two met in your teens) knew about your extracurricular activities, and none of your entertainment family knew exactly what you did in the military. 5 years of keeping this life secret, now exposed.

"Not to flirt with you, but you look mighty hot" Johnny laughed, clearly a tad intoxicated as he scanned around the room. Wondering why you didn't tell the guys sooner.

"Gran, a minute?" You whispered, avoiding your friends gaze. Shame suddenly taking over you. Why? There's nothing wrong with this, with what I do.

"We can talk here. No secrets." She looked you dead in the eye, reading every thought going on in your head. "They love you anyway. Maybe a little more now even. You are a man of many talents, my son" she smiled, patting your cheek lightly while encouraging you to see the rest of your team. You nodded slowly, grabbing Johnny as you walked back out into club (much to his dismay, something about sugar baby dreams...?)

"So much for "when we work together I best not have to see you shaking your ass around anymore" Simon grumbled when you approached the table, "when did Roma buy out the place?" He asked, as you sat alongside your team. Leg bouncing with nerves.

"About a year ago now, I started here after the OP we did in Amsterdam" you quietly explained, cringing when you heard Johnny start loudly explaining to Gaz how much he liked it here.

"You keep yourself busy then" Price offered, amusement lacing his tone. "No wonder you're rich. Natural talents pay quite well I suppose"

"Natural talents? More like years of practice" Simon quipped, giving them a brief summary to your years of knowing each other. The countless times he walked in on you dancing somewhere in your shared flat half naked. Causing your face to burn brighter with every word and story. Your move earlier in the night officially coming back around to haunt you.

"No need to be ashamed, you're good at what you do" Price started, taking a swig of his drink before continuing.

"But I best not see you shaking your ass anywhere near me ever again"

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cosmoseinfeld · 8 months

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hi kay tell me about jerrykramer if you want? it's been too long since i watched seinfeld

oh boy... where to start...

maybe it's best to come in hot with a tinhat theory? imo, jerrykramer was never written as a romantic ship or intended to end up as one. if anything, i can see the writers (and jerry...) more go the route of your classic 80s buddy comedy that has maybe some tropey romantic undertones to it if you care to look (like, say "midnight run").

BUT i think that michael (richards) and jerry (seinfeld. lol.) had such an amazing chemistry that it also kind of wrote itself and a lot of the "acting" choices on jerry's part (who has also stated again and again that he is not an actor and can only react genuinely to the people opposite to him - which is also why he cast the show the way it was cast - because he felt comfortable around those people and knew he didn't have to stretch himself beyond his abilities) were just actor bleed (the fkn heart eyes, man...). with michael, you can see it especially in later seasons when he's allowed himself to relax a little.

And, of course, most importantly, it WORKED. jerry's #1 priority has always been to make it funny. in his own words: he lives in a world of funny (and he has also said he doesn't see race or gender which still drives me insane to think about. funnysexual).

But there were also very conscious writing choices for jerry and kramer which has me believing that the writers (and jerry. who was "micro managing every aspect of the show") knew exactly how you could look at their relationship if you wanted to. plus, the show has always been very queer friendly (hell, there is a whole episode dedicated to gay okay. and jerry has been very vocally pro queer - especially on comedians in cars getting coffee *cough* - most noticeably in the episode with howard stern where he literally said: "i like gay." after HS asked him "why is everything gay with you?").

This is just my reading and probably also projecting but none of the characters read particularly straight to me. kramer is so special, he most of all is so above labels and societal norms - that's his whole thing (in Seinfeld!Jerry's words: he is a pod).

And as the show progresses and the characters, the writers and the audience all become more comfortable and accustomed with/to each other, jerry and kramer become increasingly domestic.

I have made a whole post about the tropes applied to them (I even think I forgot a couple) but the ones I love the most are: jerry being wife-coded in the episode "The Bizarro Jerry" // jerry being girlfriend coded in "The Apology" // meetcute trope also in "The Apology" // jerry being such a germaphobe but somehow always being okay with whatever unsanitary thing kramer is up to at any given moment // bed sharing in "The Wig Master" // a literal kiss (that wasn't played off as a joke) in "The Kiss Hello" // jerry taking kramer as his date to award shows & once on a holiday to tuscany despite being a notorious and chronic dater // the others noticing/commenting on their relationship-y behaviour (george's reaction to the kiss & his reaction to finding them in the shower together. elaine and jerry talking about settling down and saying "it's just gonna be you and kramer" "just me and kramer, huh?" & elaine commenting on their relationship trouble whenever one of them is sulking) // their co-dependency (it's being commented on in tiny moments throughout the show how much kramer needs jerry's friendship/love and kramer comments a few times how empty jerry's life would be without him)...

oh, i guess all of them are important to me haha. and they all come so easy to them. but here's the post i wrote a year ago on that. feel free to browse through my jerrykramer tag (or jerrymichael *cough*) or this blog to ogle at them.

I will leave you with this homosexual promo pic outtake, thanks for coming to my TED talk <3

#shoop #ask #wow this got away from me...#jerrykramer #seinfeld #thanks for asking <3

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lovedazai · 2 months

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Hello. Just stumbled on your blog because of the atu serie and I wanted to tell you what I think about it but I don't want to come off as rude, so I apologise in advance if something annoy you about what I'm about to say.

Also I know you probably wrote it for fun, but I still wanted to say this.

First of all. I loved it. Like, I loved the whole structure and I really do think your writing is lovely. Dazai's affection and feelings towards the reader is adorable and expressed fairly well from my point of view, it's one of my favorite aspects.

Not telling you what to do at all, but I think it would fit if the story had maybe a fourth chapter in it; I don't recall the reader finding out about Dazai's job, and I really was looking forward the deal. Her reaction, Dazai's fear and doubts about how to say it, when to say it.

I understand you completed it and I am totally respecting that, sadly I think the ending results a bit.. how can I put it to words, not finished. Like there's a missing piece that must be added down there.

I wholeheartedly hope I didn't make you uncomfortable, or didn't put doubts about that masterpiece, or anything else. Everybody has their own point of view about the story they write and read, I wanted to let you know mine.

If you ever, in the future or maybe after considering this, decide to add some extra chapter or just a drabble or anything else, I'll be delighted to read it, but still it's entirely up to you.

(Also re-reading this I just realised I sound like a fricking middle aged woman but I'm a minor what the hell 😭)

Have a nice day, remember to take care of yourself and drink water/eat!

hi nonnie !! firstly ty for reading atu <33 u didnt annoy me at all, i rlly appreciate u taking the time to send me this. ur right, the reader never finds out that dazai is the pm boss. i think the only line i wrote ab it was this part:

you couldn’t possibly understand, but he tells you anyway, about the you and him that exists in another universe, the one where everything is different. he spares the detail about him being the leader of the port mafia, but he promsies himself he’d tell you the rest later on, when he truly knows you won’t run from him. maybe over breakfast at your favorite café a few months from now; a proper coffee date, with footsie under the table and vanilla flavored kisses.

the story only takes place over two days from when they meet to the ending which is why i didnt include dazai telling her ab his job. i wanted it to feel like despite only meeting briefly it was as if they’d been together forever, it already moves v quickly but telling her everything felt too fast for me. even tho the reader wasnt scared off by dazai being kind of a weirdo, i think it’d be unnatural for her to react so nonchalantly ab his job & i didnt want that at all. i wrote it wanting beastzai to have a little happy ending for himself. im v sorry if u felt disappointed by the ending :<

#valentines #i didn’t have any plans for another chapter but i do have more beastzai drafts so he’ll be back one way or another !!

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starshine-wagner · 1 year

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Midnight Dip

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Summary: You can't sleep on a hot summer night, so Danny comes up with an adventurous alternative.

Word Count: 1,600

Warnings: swearing, non-sexual nudity

A/N: This is a re-upload to move it from my old blog to my current blog.

The sheets were too sweaty on that humid summer night. Your childhood home lacked air conditioning, so you and Danny were damned to a week of staying as far away from each other as possible in bed.

Clearly, the big fan on your ceiling did very little to aid the cause. Your boyfriend's big body tended to take up a majority of the space, so it was no help that you couldn't cling onto him like usual. Thus, you were resigned to the edge of your mattress in the sweltering heat.

You tossed and turned for what seemed like hours, though in reality it was probably just under one. Unsticking your legs from the sheet, you headed over to the bathroom to splash water on your face and try to reset for a better night's rest.

Not wanting to wake Danny, you waited until the door was shut before turning on the light. Once on, it lit the room in a yellow-ish hue and started the humming of the shower fan.

You opened the squeaky closet door to find a rag made from one of your old beach towels. You were pretty sure it used to be Hello Kitty. Now, it just looked like a mess of colors and old makeup stains despite being fresh out of the laundry.

You wet the rag, squeezed out the excess water, and put it up to your face. Sweet, momentary relief.

You contemplated just bringing the wet rag into bed to rest on your forehead, but you hated the idea of waking up with a damp spot beside your head. So, you dabbed yourself in a last bit of coolness and tossed it into the hamper. You went to open the door and head back to bed, but before your hand even reached the knob, it was opening.

"Hey baby. You okay?" Danny's sleepy voice asked as he leaned against the door frame, arms crossed. Normally you'd want to jump his bones when his muscles looked that good. But right now, in the heat, you had negative interest in getting even sweatier.

"Yeah, I just couldn't sleep. It's too fucking hot," you complained.

"I know. Next time we're coming back with a window AC. I'll install it myself."

"Please..." you replied, placing your hands on his cheeks. He smiled softly into them, his dreary eyes blinking ever so slowly.

The two of you shuffled back to the bed and attempted to get comfortable once more. He grabbed your hand and kissed the back of your palm before placing it back by your side. After a minute or so, Danny spoke up.

"Idea."

"Mhm?"

"You're nowhere near falling asleep, right?" he asked, rolling on his side to face you.

"Hell no."

"Perfect. Go put on some pants and meet me by the front door."

Confused, you questioned him. "Danny, it's like, after midnight. Where're you trying to take me? Everything is closed..."

"Don't you trust me?" he asked with a mischievous pout.

A few minutes later, Danny was revving up his car in the driveway. You hopped into the passenger seat and reached to turn on the air while Danny put a location into Apple Maps. The genius he is, he angled the phone so you couldn't see where you were going. It wasn't until the two of you turned down Great Neck Road that you realized where he was taking you.

"Wait, are we going to the beach?" you asked.

"Maaaaybe..." he said, squeezing your thigh with his free hand.

You'd told Danny countless stories of nights spent at the beach when you were in high school. When everything closed at 9pm, the shore was always open and practically begging for stupid teenagers to do reckless shit.

You'd told him of the time that Mark set off a firework on accident and the police got called. You'd told him of the (several) occasions on which you'd fallen asleep with your best friend on the beach only to wake up with the sunrise and a hoodie full of sand.

"I figured we might as well add a little memory to the late-night-beach collection." The side of his mouth turned up a little bit into the tiniest smile. "But if you'd rather, we can ju-"

"No!" you cut him off, "This is a great idea. I'm honestly honored that you remembered..."

"Of course I remembered," he reassured you, rubbing his thumb on your bare skin. "Call me crazy, but I think we should go in." Despite admitting to the craziness of the idea, he sounded completely serious.

"Like... in the ocean? Now? In our clothes?"

"I mean, we don't have to wear our clothes..." he said, wiggling his eyebrows. You smacked his shoulder at the heinous suggestion of skinny dipping in the ocean.

No way in hell were you letting seaweed get up your asscrack.

"Okay, I mean we can wear our underwear if you want, but I feel like we'd want dry clothes to ride back in, no?" he suggested.

"Damn. You're right. What if someone else is here? I don't want to be caught half nude by an innocent bystander who probably knows my Dad..."

The two of you inspected the parking lot and scanned the shore as best as you could. Luckily, the moon was near full and the light reflected off of the sea just enough to make out any other visitors.

"Y/N, we're the only ones here. Everyone else has air conditioning and is happily asleep. Probably cold, even."

You knew he was right. Damn those people.

So, that's how Danny convinced you to strip down to your underwear. You ran (as best as you could in the shifting sand) hand-in-hand towards the water's edge, which was just about at high-tide.

You weren't sure why, in all your years of living by the beach, you never dared to enter the ocean in the dark of night. It seemed so much more intimidating, more ominous... more sacred, even.

"Okay, on the count of three," he encouraged. "One, two, THREE!" On three, he practically dragged you into the waves with him. You yelped just a little, but were silenced when a wave covered your head and cut you off.

"FUCK it's cold!" he whined. All you could do was chuckle as you pulled him closer, this time using your body heat for good. You wrapped one arm around his back while your other hand toyed with his necklace. It was obsidian, you thought. With a black cord tying it around his neck.

"I want one of these," you told him, eyeing the jewelry.

"You can have it, if you want it, baby." Always the giver.

"No, I want my own. That way we can match." You peeked up at him in the moonlight through your wet eyelashes.

His curly hair was mostly held together in the quick bun he'd put it in, but a few strands clung to his forehead. You reached to move one behind his ear as he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand.

"You know you're so beautiful, right?" he murmured. You blushed. "Are you sure you're not a siren?" He knew how embarrassed you got whenever he complimented you, and you hid your face in his chest. "I'm serious, Y/N." You placed a small kiss on his chest as a form of acknowledgement and thanks.

Running your hands down his muscly arms, you mentally thanked him for suggesting you leave your clothes in the car. Even this short time in the water was making you a bit chilly coupled with the slight breeze off the waves.

"Shall we get dried off then?" he suggested. You nodded, but not before pulling his face into yours. You kissed him slowly, sacredly. You kissed him like he'd be gone with the sunrise. You deepened the kiss as he ushered for you to wrap your legs around him. Your lips made their way from his mouth to his jaw and, eventually, his collarbones.

"What was that for?" he asked, once he caught his breath.

"Just because. You love me so well."

"Hm. You're right. I do love you." Danny scared you a bit when he suddenly swept you off of your feet and into his arms, bridal style. It was a bit tricky wading up to the shore with the waves coming against his back and you in his hands, but he somehow made it. You dodged the dried seaweed in your path and padded back to the car.

Once you were both clothed again and settled under the interior car light, you looked him in the eyes.

"Thank you, Danny." You could tell he was about to argue and say it was no big deal, but he caught the sincere gratitude in your eyes.

"You're welcome," he reassured with a kiss to your forehead. The two of you held hands on the center console the whole way back home and snuck back inside like two 15-year-olds trying to avoid waking up anyone else in the house.

With little giggles and sush-es, you made your way back to the bathroom to squeeze the water out of your hair and get the sand out from between your toes.

Finally back in your bed, the heat wasn't so damning anymore. You weren't sticky from sweat, but rather from the salt water that lingered on your skin. The dampness of your hair kept you cool as you lulled off into a deep sleep beside Danny.

His hand found its way to your chest and stayed there until morning.

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jamisonwritestf2trash · 7 months

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Hunt for Tragedy: Chapter One

A lot can change in 7 months. Sometimes, it's good change. Sometimes it's bad. But for Scout, it's bad change.

7 months ago, Scout reunited with his father, who had left when Scout was a baby. And it would turn out his father was Spy, a sassy, irritable Frenchman and Scout's coworker.

Spy died only a week later, sacrificing himself to save his son and his teammates from an otherworldly beast.

But to the Administrator, the death was merely a waste of money. As she said, "mercenaries are expensive."

Miss Pauling talked her into giving everyone time off so she could find a replacement for Spy, as well as new mercenaries for BLU Team.

Time off was the last thing Scout wanted. Almost everyone would end up leaving the base, except for Pyro, Engi, Sniper, and Medic.

Scout returned to Boston with his older brother, Jonah Bidwell.

His last survivng family member.

Scout stopped answering his teammate's calls. He didn't want to hear the fake pity in their voices.

Sniper left messages for him.

But they started to get shorter, until 4 months had passed, and Scout got one last message from the Australian: "Call me back."

Scout didn't care that they stopped calling.

He's lost too much to care.

Jonah opens the bedroom door, and enters. Scout doesn't look as he enters, and pretends to be sleeping.

"Scout? I made breakfast." Jonah says. Scout can smell the pancakes, but says nothing.

"I know you're awake, Scout." Jonah pokes him.

"I'm not hungry. Fuck off." Scout glares at him.

"Don't lie to me." Jonah sits on the bed, snatching the pillow away. "I know I can't force you do to anything, but... at least eat the pancakes. It's Mom's recipe. Your favorite?"

Scout still says nothing.

"Why don't you call Sniper back?" Jonah asks.

"I don't want to talk to him." Scout sits up, irritated. "Can you go away?"

"In a minute, fine... but just listen for a moment, okay?" Jonah looks at Scout, his face serious. "I did a bit of digging about Spy's family. You had a half-sibling that died in 1941."

"Is that it?" Scout frowns. "You're my half sibling. Hell, every brother's a half brother--"

"There's more." Jonah cuts him off. "Spy's name was Jacques Murnau, and it turns out his family was really rich. They had a mansion in Paris. Jacques inherited the Murnau will after his parents and sisters were killed in a fire. And he passed that will onto you. Scout, you've inherited a fortune."

Scout stares at him in silent shock.

"What?"

"There's more according to the will, but it's located in Paris. If you want--" Jonah starts.

"We're going to Paris! As soon as freakin' possible!" Scout sits upright. "I gotta see this to believe it."

"Alright." Jonah smiles. "I'll call Miss. P and see what she can arrange. In the meantime, why don't you eat and take a shower? And... maybe call Sniper back."

"...alright." Scour nods, and Jonah leaves the room to let Scout eat.

Scout stares at the phone. He has to call Sniper. But would Sniper be willing to listen?

What would Scout even say? They hadn't talked in months.

With an ever-so-slightly shaking hand, Scout dials the number written on a piece of paper, and listens to the dialtone as somewhere many miles away, a phone rings.

"Hello?" An Australian voice asks, and Scout's voice catches in his throat.

He has to talk.

"Hey, Snipes." He says. "You wanna to go to Paris?"

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I hope you like it! It isn't much, but Chapter 2 is being revised and edited currently! An IRL friend agreed to help me with writing by assisting with editing and serving as peer revision, so it might take a bit for every chapter to be released. But I hope you enjoyed! I'm almost done setting up a seperate blog (had some issues with making a new email to use), so that'll be up and working sometime this week!

THIS IS SO GOOD ANON!

I can't wait to see the new blog, thanks for keeping us updated:)

#minificanon

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Sunday Stumped Day 40

It’s another Sunday Stumped Day!

Sometimes we straight out get stumped. So every few months we will pick a Sunday when we’ll post of a list of asks that we need your help on.

If you know the answer to any of these asks please shoot us a message/ ask/ with the Post number and the fic details and we’ll add it and give you a shout out with our thanks. Any links you can provide will also be super helpful.

Thanks!

Post 1 , Post 2 , Post 3, Post 4, Post 5, Post 6, Post 7, Post 8, Post 9, Post 10, Post 11, Post 12, Post 13, Post 14, Post 15, Post 16, Post 17, Post 18, Post 19, Post 20, Post 21, Post 22 , Post 23, Post 24, Post 25, Post 26, Post 27, Post 28, Post 29 , Post 30, Post 31, Post 32, Post 33, Post 34, Post 35, Post 36, Post 37, Post 38, and Post 39 can be found here - and there are still fics we need your help with.

665. sadmetsfan asked:Hello!

Just want to say Your blog is wonderful and helpful as hell. I just want to ask a fic which I tried to find for hours yet failed. Its a short one shot about Johanna daring Katniss to approach a stranger (Peeta) at the bar. But turns out katniss and peeta were actually secretly married and peeta just returned from a year of military service. If i remember correctly its on ffnet, but i just couldnt find it, and it doesnt seem to be on the Military masterlist. Thank you!

666. nbdomom247 asked:

Looking for a story that had Peeta and Madge ice skating and Katniss coming over to Peetas and getting jealous…if I remember right Peeta was hooking up with Madge for a minute while Katniss was ignoring him after the games???

667. peetaswhore asked:

do u know the fic where katniss wakes up to hear peeta singing "my girl" by the temptations?

668. craftydiva0828 asked:

I was looking for a Fic set post Mockingjay, where Peeta is back in D12 and he and Katniss are working on growing back together. Haymitch has to return to the Capitol for some reason and the powers that be send Gale to become Katniss' guardian (help dispense her meds?). Of course, he decides to intervene on everlark.

669. foundationsbuilt asked:

Hi, I'm wondering if you could help me find a fic about Haymitch's death. Its post-mockingjay, I think Katniss and Peeta's kids are school age cause they had get well cards at his bedside. It's Peeta's POV and its Katniss and Peeta dealing with it. I remember one scene, after Peeta had snuck Haymitch in a bottle right before he died, Katniss and Peeta then drank the rest! Thanks anyway, even if you have no idea what i'm talking about, I remember it so vividly but just can't find it!

670. shaycommacarly asked:

Hello! I am trying to look for this story but the story is a little fuzzy to me. Basically I think what happens is either Katniss daughter and her friend sneak out to the woods and Katniss goes to look for them and they either get attacked by dogs or wolves or something but Katniss protects them and carries them all the way home. When she gets home I think Greasy Saw is there and tells her that her shoulder and arm is broken and she’s like how did you carry them all home with a broken arm. Then later both kids apologize and Katniss cries from the events that day.

671. everlark30 asked:

Hello can you help me find a fic where Mr. Mellark marries Peetas mom and Mr .Mellark had 2 older sons already but later he leaves Mrs. Mellark because she was abusing them but he couldn’t take Peeta because he wasn’t his biological son. I hope I’m remembering right thank you.

672. zombygrl2019 asked:

Need help finding a fic. Hope it wasn't deleted 😭 Peeta goes away to college and Katniss stays in their hometown, Peeta ends up getting drunk and sleeping with a girl that looks like Katniss . Katniss ends up visiting Peeta at his dorm and finds out he had sex with this Bristol chick. I think it was 2-3 chapters long.Thank you

FOUND!

673. finnickodairsgf asked:

Hiii! I’m not too sure if this fanfic I’m looking for was on ao3 or fanfiction network but, katniss was captured by snow instead of peeta and I remember this one scene where katniss was in the hospital bed after being shot and she shared a room with Johanna and Johanna was on about how someone tried to make her have a bath so she did something to them and peeta went to Johanna, you don’t bath? Or something like that and then she pushes peeta and tells katniss to sort him out and katniss kept going something like, Johanna leave him alone he didn’t know, hopefully you can find it but if oyu can’t it’s fine! Thank you!

674. browneyeddevil asked:

Hello! I'm looking for a fic where Katniss runs away from her old life and finds herself in a diner/cafe in the middle of the night. believe Peeta is some sort of medical proffessional in this situation and often comes to this diner/cafe after his night shift. I remember it being quite angsty and slow burn. I found it on ao3 back then, but i can't seem to find it no matter what tags i've tried. I'd be really grateful if someone could help me find this! thank you!!! much love <3

675. everlarkisgreat asked:

Hi so I read this fanfic a while ago and it was about peeta being a peacekeeper I remember that his mom sold him to the capitol, and his brother bought katniss from cray because he saw how she was getting mistreated. I think in close to the end they had this whole thing with peeta having magical powers because he was born on a red moon (some kind of moon not sure if it was a red moon) I also remembered there was this little part where they found out that prim was peetas dads biological daughter (I might have confused that with another fic)

FOUND! Could it be On Borrowed Time by panskiss123? (Thank you, @eggplant8!)

Do any of these fics ring a bell? Please let us know!

#ssd 40 #sunday stumped day

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burn-towns-get-money · 1 year

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@mintso / @milliin

Happy @d20exchange! Here is the third gift. And this time it's Riz! I had so so much fun writing for this one. Riz is just too curious.

Also I'm thinking about turning these into a series and writing more later on!

Gift One | Gift Two | Riz Gukgak

Interview with: Riz Gukgak

Written by Apricotflyer

Most of our interviews happen at the school, but this one is a special case. A detective case if you will. We head out on the weekend to a small office in Elmville. I knock on the glass pane of the door and I catch the name on the placard, Riz Gukgak. It's strange to be here, but Riz invited us and I'll never give up a chance for an interview.

He calls out for us to enter and I turn the door handle to be greeted with a room that is filled with filing cabinets and paper, half of it strewn about on the floor. Behind him, there are multiple cork boards covered in red string and photographs, and copious empty mugs sit on his desk.

I approach the goblin perching on his chair. Another member of The Bad Kids. He's their inquisitive rogue, and surprisingly eager to talk to us despite the class's reputation for being sneaky.

Hello, it's nice to meet you Detective Riz Gukgak.

Riz: Actually, I'm officially a Private Investigator, not a Detective.

… Right, okay. I'll just call you Riz then.

Riz: That suits me. Now, tell me, what is the case you are bringing to me today?

What?

Riz: The exciting new case I shouldn't miss out on?

I stare behind me at my editor who was in charge of booking this meeting and they just shrug at me.

I'm pretty sure this was meant to be an interview. It's going on the school's blog.

Riz: Oh! You mean about my business? That would be great if you could promote it! It's been a bit slow lately so I've been trying to find my own mysteries to solve right now.

Uh, no. It's about you, like, personal questions. I'm going for a journalism angle more than… business promotion.

Riz: Oh, like an investigative journalist? I could totally use your help then! I've been investigating some people for Fig that she thinks are suspicious. I haven't found anything but she demanded a second opinion as she's convinced they're up to no good. It would be a great help!

No, not that kind of journalist. I mostly write fluff pieces. Like what we're supposed to be doing right now, but you haven't even let me ask any questions.

Riz: That's not technically true. You said 'what' with a questioning tone just before. That was a question. And I did answer it. But honestly, I'm more curious about what you could tell me about what's going on. You surely have the inside scoop I can use for my cases!

What are you talking about?! Are you sleep-deprived or something, I have no idea what you're saying.

Riz: Hmm, well I probably haven't slept for a few days, but my thoughts are perfectly clear.

Ok, well we better get back on-

Riz: Have you seriously never thought about investigating and writing stories about hard-hitting cases?

I'm meant to be asking the questions here.

Riz: But I'm curious, would you mind answering some of my questions instead? How is it being an interviewer? Do you find that people open up to you more?

That's a lot of questions. Why do you even want to know?

Riz pauses for a moment, and his momentary silence terrifies me. He jumps off his seat and starts digging through one of the filing cabinets. Once he finds what he's looking for he scurries back to me and pushes a thin file across the desk towards me.

What's this?

Riz: Open it.

What the hell is this? Why do you have a file on me?

Riz: Well, when I said Fig had me investigating people… that includes you. Apparently what you said when you interviewed her made her very suspicious.

So you asking me questions is a way to clear my name?

Riz: Exactly.

Well, if it's the only way, I guess I have to.

Riz: Yes!

Riz then unfurls a list of questions so long it makes my stomach drop.

[Author's note: That's the point where the interview stopped being about Riz and was about me instead. I'm not exaggerating when I say it took hours. Thankfully that part will never see the light of day.]

[Author's note: Actually I've been told to hype up next week when they publish Riz's version of our interview. Wait. What, are you serious? He's going to be writing about me??? Who let-]

Hey, Head of Publishing here, just letting you all know that next week we have a guest writer, Riz Gukgak. He got the chance to find out more about our lovely writer who usually handles the interview series. And it WILL be published.

#d20exchange2022 #fantasy high #riz gukgak #riz #fhsy #fhfy #my art #apri art #ahhh its done!#please enjoy!

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