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Thinking a bit more about chapter 1114.
I love how Joyboy failing in the past reinforces that a person having the Nika fruit isn't something that guarantees success, highlighted by Luffy's attack being fully ineffective here.
And how one of Luffy's best moments of leadership occurs before his devil fruit's awakening. Luffy in chapters 948 & 949 is possibly my favorite of him in this regard.
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They've been having a pretty rough go of it since we last left them-
Chapter 7: Re:Gain
>Pages 949 - 950<
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Unwanted: Chapter 27, Unhinged - Pt. 3
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Fem!Reader
Summary: When your FWB relationship with your best friend Bucky Barnes turns into something more, you couldn’t be happier. That is, however, until a new Avenger sets her sights on your super soldier and he inadvertently breaks your heart. You take on a mission you might not be prepared for to put some distance between the two of you and open yourself up to past traumas. Too bad the only one who can help you heal is the one person you can no longer trust.
Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of violence, human trafficking.
Word Count: 949
Previously On...: You watched some home movies of Jade in her Hydra facility. It was... disturbing, to say the least.
A/N: Rock me, rock me, rock me, Sexy Jesus! He died for our sins, you gotta believe us! Seriously, Hamlet 2 is a gem, and now this song is stuck in my head forever.
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You and Bucky were silent as you closed your laptop. What could one say after watching a person you knew, personally, rip through a group of people as though they were wrapping paper on Christmas morning? There were no words.
After several long minutes, Bucky finally spoke. “After seeing that,” he said, “I think it’s all the more reason to make sure you don’t leave this safehouse unless you absolutely have to.”
“Yeah,” you said, devoid of all your previous fight. How could you argue with him about your safety after having seen that?
Bucky looked at you in surprise, as though he had expected you to challenge him. He nodded curtly. “Good,” he said. “Alright. We need a game plan. Did you come up with any leads about that Chloe girl that we can follow up on?”
You sighed. “Yeah,” you said, opening up a new tab in your browser. “So, Chloe mentioned her family was having money problems. I was able to figure out where her mom and step father do their banking; I thought we could take a look at their accounts, see if there’s any unusual activity that might point to them getting a share of her auction price. Then maybe we could trace the deposit back to whoever did the sale.”
“You think her parents knowingly participated in trafficking their own kid?” Bucky asked in horror. “Pocket, that’s dark.”
You avoided looking at him as you opened up a backdoor into the accounts in question. “You’d be surprised what people are willing to do when money gets involved. Not even a mother/daughter bond is immune from that kind of greed.”
Bucky’s gaze on you was almost tangible in its intensity. “I’m sorry. It’s so hard for me to envision a mother betraying her child like that; sometimes I forget you had to live it.”
“But you told Carthage about it,” you said softly. “At the mission debrief. When she said trafficking was below our paygrade.”
“Sweetheart,” Bucky turned your chin so you were facing him. “I told her that human trafficking was something you and Nat both cared very deeply about stopping; that’s it.” He frowned. “I don’t expect you to believe me and that’s okay, but I would never divulge your past to anyone. Not when I know how few people you trusted with that information. I just wanted her to stop acting like it was some kinda game and to treat it as seriously as it deserved to be treated.”
“Oh,” you said after a moment. Something in his words rang true, but there was still the lingering doubt that he was being honest. “Don’t worry about, Barnes,” you said, studiously avoiding eye contact as you breached the bank’s security system. “It’s fine. I’m fine.”
You could feel him staring at you, and you didn’t need to be looking back to envision the look he was giving you— the one that let you know he thought you were full of shit. Fortunately, he allowed your lie to pass without another word while you continued to breach the bank’s system.
“Okay, I’m in,” you said after a moment. Bucky got up and came to stand behind you, looking at your monitor over your shoulder.
“Anything?” he asked.
You scrolled through Chloe’s stepfather’s transaction history. Liquor stores, smoke shops, some escort services. “Real classy guy,” you murmured. And then, you hit it: the night Chloe had left the club for good, there was a substantial deposit made to the account in the amount of $250,000.
“Holy shit,” you whispered. “I figured he might get a cut, but I had no idea it would be that much.”
Bucky let out a long, low whistle. “If that’s their finder’s fee, I can’t imagine what the final sale was for.”
You were furiously copying down the depositing account’s information. “I’m going to send this info back to Nat,” you told him. “See if they can reverse-search it and find out where the money came from. Once we know the source, we might be able to break into their systems, get info on who won the auctions. Maybe some of the other girls are still alive…” Your voice trailed off. You were too jaded to allow yourself to hope you could save all of them, but if you could save even one…
Bucky began moving toward the apartment’s front door, grabbing his leather jacket from where he’d hung it on a hook.
“Where are we going?” You asked him, closing your laptop and standing up.
“We aren’t going anywhere,” he informed you as he put the jacket on. “I’m going to go have a little chat with Chloe’s stepfather, see if there’s any additional information he’d like to generously offer us. You are going to stay here, locked securely behind the door and not opening it for any reason until I get back.”
You opened your mouth to argue, but the images of Jade moving through the Hydra compound, slaughtering everyone in her path rose to your mind. You nodded. “Yeah,” you said. “I’ll stay here.”
“Thank you.” Bucky released a relieved sigh, then walked over to you, kissing the top of your head. “If anything happens, call me, and I’ll head straight back. If Carthage shows up, there’s a gun in the bedside table. Aim to kill.”
“Obviously,” you told him. “I’ve only been fantasizing about it since I found out about Russia.”
“I’m being serious, doll,” Bucky said. “Now that we’ve seen what she’s capable of, I don’t want you taking any chances.”
“Yeah,” you said as you walked him to the door and opened it for him, “I was being 100% serious, too.”
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better than revenge | alt chapter: one last cigarette
Toxic!Ex!Mattheo Riddle x f!Reader
Chapter summary: Just when you were ready to leave the past behind, the very person you're trying to escape shows up. 949 words.
Author’s note: Final upload for this series! Wrote this back in March, but it took me forever to post because it's hard to officially say goodbye to the series but here we are.
This chapter is not canon. The main story line officially ended with the previous chapter. This one is just an alternate ending I wrote when I was trying to figure out what to do with Mattheo’s story arc and I like how it turned out. Ex!Mattheo isn’t very popular in this story and for good reason. In the end, I couldn’t write this ending without him being toxic!Mattheo so be warned.
This chapter contains angst and a bit of angry sex so 18+ only below the cut. It was hard writing this because the tone has been mostly fluff, but you can’t really have an ex!story without the heartbreak.
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A rude awakening
A/N: This is the final flashback with yours and Mattheo’s story.
“I love you, Mattheo,” I whisper against his ear as the first rays of sunlight filter through the window.
Mattheo wonders what he did to deserve her affection. Breathing here in between slumber and the waking world, his defenses dwindle. The thoughts he long kept at bay claws its way to the surface.
He is the dark lord’s son. He was always fated to ruin everything and everyone he loved. If he didn’t hurt her now, he would in the future.
It was easier, kinder even, to let her go now.
So he did what he knew best.
The last cigarette
A/N: Timeline wise, this takes place before chapter seven. In this alt timeline, you and Enzo never attend the ball.
I inhale the cigarette smoke, letting it fill my lungs, and exhale. One last cigarette for Mattheo. Once I snuff it out, I’m letting him go.
A week after we broke up, grief came in waves. I’d do well in class and get excited to show Mattheo before I remember I no longer could. I’d see his favorite food at the Great Hall and turn, but he wasn’t beside me. I’d snuggle in bed and wait for him to climb in, but he no longer did. How did I keep forgetting?
How did I keep remembering?
I remembered one evening how smoking helped him relax. Maybe it could help me too.
All it did was make me smell like him and I clung on because it was the closest I could get to him.
But here, now, one last smoke then I'll let him go. I inhale and think of twinkling night skies, when Mattheo and I pretended we were floating among the stars. The way they reflected his eyes.
I remember hot chocolate and croissants, snuggling by the fireplace. He complained about my chocolate flavored kisses. Deep down, I knew he loved them.
I recall his fire. Hair pulling, lips crashing, back scratching. The way his touch seared my soul.
And it was good for a while. I exhale and watch it all drift away in the night wind.
I inhale and recall that night. Begging him to stay, to talk to me, we could work it out. Instead he said he got bored. Instead he kissed her.
And oh. Love really did leave you hollow when it left. I exhale and watch the smoke disappear.
I inhale and—
“I thought you liked your lungs?” Mattheo asks, approaching me.
“Don’t talk to me like you know me.”
He stands beside me, eyes searching my face. “I’m sorry,” he says.
“It’s a little too late now, isn’t it? What the fuck, Mattheo? I’m with Enzo and suddenly you care about me?”
“I’ve always cared, please—” he tries.
“You had three weeks to find me, Mattheo. To apologize. But you didn’t. I’m not some trophy you can take from Enzo just so you can score another point against him!”
He recoils, hurt in his eyes. “Do you really think that little of me?”
“Have you forgotten what you’ve done?” I ask.
“If I could take it back, I would.”
“You promised you wouldn’t hurt me,” I accuse him.
“What do you want me to say?” He asks, exasperated. “I’m an idiot! I messed up. I never felt like I was good enough for you.”
“No Matty, you don’t understand,” I point to him, a tear escaping. “You made me feel like I wasn’t good enough!”
My tears spill and his eyes water. He pulls me in his arms as I sob.
“You don’t get to hurt me and cry as if you’re the victim,” I say.
“Angel, please, I didn’t mean to” he shifts so he can look into my eyes and wipe my tears. “If words are not enough,” he kisses me.
My lips are electrified, everything inside me burning. Needing, hating, mourning. I want to scream, instead I suck his lower lip hard enough to bruise and grip his hair. It earns me a grunt as he hauls my body to his, closing the gap between us.
His hand trails down my waist to press me where he needs me most. Moving against each other, friction and heat sparking embers within. And it’s still not enough.
Without leaving my lips, Mattheo turns us around. Hands locked around his neck, eyes closed, I follow his footsteps until I feel the wall behind me. His hand snakes under my skirt, caressing my thigh. A filthy moan leaves my mouth—begging, praying, craving. More.
He moves his finger where I’m most sensitive and I gasp, breaking our kiss. He brings his mouth to my ear, “I’ll show you just how sorry I am.” With his free hand, he tugs my hair until I’m staring at the stars, and runs his tongue from the base of my throat to my chin.
Muscle memory takes over as his fingers slide across my folds, knowing just where I needed him. My breathing gets ragged when he fills me up with his fingers, exploiting all the ways he can make me moan and whimper. “Fuck. I missed you, angel.”
I ride his fingers, hating his stupid voice and his messy hair.
He bites my neck, leaving marks and I hate his filthy mouth.
He moves relentlessly. I hate his eyes. I hate his hands. I hate his voice.
I burn until I’m overcome with white hot rage, coming undone for him. Shockwaves of pleasure writhe through me as he presses me for all I have.
A second before afterglow, in the quiet darkness, I hate myself most because I still love him.
“Come on angel, I’m not done apologizing,” he says, taking my hand, leading me to my dorm.
I never get to finish my cigarette.
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A/N: If there was a quote for you and Mattheo in this series, exploring your past relationship, it would be:
"The love was there. It didn't change anything. It didn't save anyone...but it still matters that the love was there."
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War in the family
by Bottle_opener
Batman is always prepared for everything. That is what makes him a core member of the justice league. Doomsday was engineered to adapt to anything in its path to kill kryptonians. Batman and all his plans can’t protect him and his best friend from death. After slaying the beast, Wonder woman is left to pick up the pieces of the justice league.
The Batfamily mourns the loss of their father/leader in different ways. Nightwing keeps fighting the good fight, the others follow. Red hood disagrees.
Things need to change.
He will make things change.
That change starts with the clown.
Batman is dead, long live the Red Hood.
Words: 949, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English
Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death
Characters: Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Clark Kent, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Diana (Wonder Woman)
Additional Tags: Jason Todd is Red Hood, Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Tim Drake is Red Robin, Damian Wayne is Robin, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Cassandra Cain is Orphan, Stephanie Brown is Spoiler, Violent Jason Todd, Guns, Dead Bruce Wayne, Dead Clark Kent
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baby blurb: i want to forget | tom holland
pairing/AU: university AU - modern prince!tom holland x female!reader
summary: tom sooths your nerves before a presentation.
warnings: swearing
word count: 949
a/n: this is a little baby blurb pre-epilogue. it takes place between chapter two and three. i’m posting the last blurb post-epilogue soon, but it think this little blurb will be nice as a little palate cleanser before the end! i hope this is okay?
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“Maybe you shouldn’t finish the rest of your coffee” Tom chuckled, leaning forward to grab the plastic cup in front of you. The ice cubes rustled in his hand as he moved away from you.
The campus café was quiet. It was early afternoon, and most of the usual clientele were in class. Tucked away at the table in the corner, side by side on the bench, sat you and Tom. In front of you, you had your laptop opened to this week’s presentation. You’d finished it a couple of days ago, you just hadn’t practised yet.
Your mouth fell open in mock shock, “What do you mean?”. You leaned towards him; on a mission to save your coffee from its handsome kidnapper.
Your hand landed on his bicep, keeping yourself steady while the other chased after him. Tom’s face scrunched up in a giggly smile at your rescue attempt. A smile that grew into a grin as he raised his hand, holding your cup even higher in the air.
“Nah-ah, darling” he laughed, “You’ve had enough”.
Your body fell. Face pulled up in a disappointing pout, “You’re mean!”.
He laughed again, “You’re all jittery– you’ve had, what? Three iced coffees today?” he asked.
You narrowed your eyes at him, “Only two…” you mumbled, “And I’m not jittery– I’m just nervous”.
“About the presentation?” he put your coffee down on the table, on his side of the table, furthest away from you.
“Yeah,” you sighed, “last time I swear to god I thought I was gonna be sick AND poop my pants at the same time up there!”.
“What are you talking about? You did so well last time! I couldn’t tell you were nervous at all” he said softly.
Inside, you felt yourself turn to mush. It tended to happen more often lately. He’d look at you a certain way, his brown eyes exposing only his kindness, and you’d forget what you were saying. Or he’d touch you, in a friendly way of course, and you’d feel the warmth of him spreading like a lovesick disease through your body. You felt yourself lingering a little longer with each hug he greeted you with, wanting to savour it. The goodbyes tasting more and more bitter on your tongue.
But all of this – your feelings – you pushed down.
He’s a fucking prince. He’s royalty. You needed to kill the saccharine feelings you had for him. You can’t fall in love with him. But god is it hard to resist, when Tom does nothing but say all the right things, at the right time.
You shook your head, “I felt like my voice was shaking the whole time– like the words were stuck in my throat”.
“What nooo, darling!” his hand landed on your shoulder in comfort, his thumb rubbing soothing circles over the knit of your sweater.
“There’s just so many people watching you up there, you know? And so much to remember… And you’re just so good at it too– I feel like I’m dragging us down” you confessed.
His eyebrows met in the middle in a furrow. “Darling!” his grip tightened around your shoulder, “What are you talking about? You’re not dragging us down at all!”.
“I just…” you trailed off, eyes falling to your hands in your lap.
“What?” he said it so softly it was almost a whisper.
“You’re a natural at public speaking. I’m actually in awe at you– you make it seem so easy. And I just wish I could be as calm and confident as you”.
His grip tightened around your shoulder, forcing you to look at him – to meet his eyes. Brown kind eyes. Big and moony. In your tummy the knotted cord of nerves, untied into a swarm of butterflies. They fluttered chaotically, conspiring for a prisonbreak.
“You won’t be this nervous before every presentation, darling! Every time it will get a little bit easier. I’m not a natural at all– I’ve just had a lot of practice. Each presentation we’ll have is just practice” he shrugged, “I’m sure that soon you’ll wonder what you were even nervous about in the first place” he smiled, a smile that went straight to your heart where it burned a little brighter.
“You sure?” you said sceptically.
His hand on your shoulder moved a little further up your body. His warm touch grazing over the naked skin of your neck. Instinctively, you held your breath. Your heart boomed in your chest, and in your ears – so loudly you were afraid he could hear it.
“I’m sure” he uttered, voice low. His eyes dropped to his hand. Lips pressed tightly into a line. He circled his pinky against your skin, making goosebumps travel up your spine.
You couldn’t take your eyes off his face. His wild eyebrow. The curve of his nose. The angle of his jawbone. The air between you felt heavy. His eyes flickered from his hand to your eyes, and it was like the time stopped.
You could kiss him.
You realised you wanted to.
With a blink, the moment was gone. Something flashed before his eyes. Guilt? Regret? Shame? The earth started turning again, and he retracted his hand. Sheepishly, he turned away from you, wrapping his other hand around his wrist. Like he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t. He cleared his throat. Chasing the moment away.
“I mean,” he started, fingers turning around his wrist, “Soon you’ll be so good at speaking in front of a crowd that you’ll be the professor”.
You tried to breathe out a chuckle, but it came out like a nervous huff instead, “Let us not get carried away”.
In more ways than one.
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Hellfire Lost | Eddie Munson x oc (part 1)
plot summary: Juliet Henderson has had her fair share of excitement fighting otherworldly monsters in the Upside Down with her brother, Dustin, and his friends. She's ready for her senior year to be a peaceful and pleasant time spent cheerleading and hanging out with her best friend Chrissy. However when Chrissy mysteriously turns up dead and her unlikely outcast crush Eddie Munson is suspect #1, she finds herself back in the fight along with the rest of the Upside Down squad facing their biggest threat yet. Will Juliet and everyone be able to stop dangers of the world below Hawkins and clear Eddie's name? And what happens when the monster starts targeting someone a little closer to home?
pairings: eddie munson x oc
word count: 949
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Chapter 1
“Dustin! Hurry up! If you’re not ready in 5 minutes, I’m leaving without you!” As I walked through the house, I yelled at my younger brother.
While my mother was petting the cat that was sitting on her lap, she addressed me, saying, "Juliet, don't yell at your brother."
“I’m not yelling at him. But this is my last time cheering for Hawkins High before I graduate and I can’t be late.” I took a quick look at the clock that was hanging on the wall. The basketball game was scheduled to begin an hour from now. Dustin burst into the room at full speed, and I let out an exasperated groan.
He put his hands above his head as a sign of surrender after I gave him a hard stare. “What? I couldn’t find my character sheets for Hellfire.”
I really didn't want to hear it. I took the car keys from the table, kissed Mom goodbye, and walked out the door, Dustin close behind.
Even though we didn't live too far from Hawkins High School, I wish we'd arrived at least half an hour earlier. Hawkins hadn't won a championship in several years. However, the team was stronger than ever before, and everyone was optimistic. Anyone who was still paying attention. Before getting out of the car, I found a parking spot and turned off the engine. As we were getting out of the car, a well-known van pulled up next to us, and loud music could be heard coming from inside. Eddie Munson, the Hellfire Club's leader, jumped out of the vehicle, carrying a box full of items with him. He couldn't help but smile when he saw Dustin and put his hand on his shoulder.
“Henderson, are you ready to perish at the hands of the cult of Vecna?” he asked Dustin in a low, sinister voice. He finished the question with a demonic tone.
Dustin's laugh was as wide as his grin. “Please, I was born ready. We’re going to beat your campaign tonight and I’ll do a happy dance on Vecna’s grave.”
“Watch yourself eat your words, kid.” Dustin accepted the box that Eddie had handed him. “Here, go start set up. I have more stuff in the car.”
“Sure.” He tried to make a quick exit from the scene.
I yelled after him. “Meet me back at the car at 10, Dustin! 10!”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Good luck with your cheer thing.” He was already inside the school after that.
I rolled my eyes as I crossed my arms over my chest. I had a lot of affection for the kid, but he could be very narrow-minded at times. He hadn't kept quiet about the end of this Dungeons & Dragons campaign for the past week. I couldn't understand a word he said, but I was relieved that he had found a place for himself at this school. Tomorrow was the start of spring break, and before long, it would be graduation, at which point I would no longer be able to care for him.
“Don’t worry. The campaign will be done and finished by 10.”
I had completely forgotten Eddie was still standing there because I was so preoccupied with my own thoughts. Eddie Munson was typically referred to as "the freak" by everyone. We never really had much of a conversation before Dustin joined his club. As I got to know him better, I discovered that he wasn't nearly as intimidating as everyone had made him out to be.
“Oh, it’s fine.” I made a casual gesture with my hand to show that I was unconcerned. “It's just our mom will freak out if we’re not home by at least 11. She’s a little neurotic sometimes.”
“I don’t blame her with a kid like Henderson. He’s got way too much energy for one person.”
At that, I couldn't help but chuckle. “Yeah, you’re right.”
He scratched the back of his neck and coughed to clear his throat. “Um, I didn’t get to thank you for, um, those math notes you let me borrow. I’m coasting a solid D+ in…”
I raised a brow. “Sounds like the notes weren’t very helpful.”
“Trust me, that has nothing to do with your Olympic level note taking. I’m just a dumb ass when it comes to numbers. I wouldn’t even be at a D without your help so…thanks.” He chuckled nervously.
I'm not sure why I felt the need to blush. “You’re welcome.” I turned around and observed the people entering the gym. “I should go. Good luck with your Vecna cult or whatever.”
“Yeah, have a good…cheer.” He made a motion with his hands that could have been interpreted as a cheer.
I laughed again and dashed off to the gym.
When I walked into the gym, the band was already playing and the seats were nearly full. The other cheerleaders were huddled in front of the stands, and the energy was high. I went to join them.
Chrissy Cunningham, the captain, greeted me right away. “Jules, where have you been? I was starting to get worried. The game is about to start.”
“Sorry, Chris. My brother also had his club thing tonight and he had to come along with me and he was taking forever.” I noticed she had a strange expression on her face and dark circles under her eyes, as if she hadn't slept. “Are you okay?”
She smiled as brightly as she always did. “Yeah I’m fine. I guess I’ve just been paranoid lately.”
I had no choice but to trust her because it was time to form up. So I let it go, and the game started.
Stay tuned for part 2!! Click HERE to view!
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i have no idea if you've ever heard of paddle boarding, but i think Armin would absolutely love that activity!!!
Oh my gosh hi! I didn’t expect to get this, but it’s such a sweet idea!
Hello Milo! (That’s the name on your blog that I think you use? Or is that just there? Are you called Rui)?
Yes I have heard of paddle boarding, I’ve actually seen people doing it right next to me before because I’ve gone kayaking a few times! (I live in a place with a lot of natural springs).
I know you didn’t technically ask for this, but I try to take the opportunity to write headcannons/drabbles here and there whenever I can to keep in the habit of writing. I am slowly making progress with chapter seven though!
I hope you enjoy my thoughts ^^
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Paddle Boarding With Armin
Armin/gn! Reader (Headcannons)
Cws: Modern au, established relationship, fluff, swimming
Wc: 949
Armin is always one for the beach, inhaling in the salty breeze, splashing around with you in the waves, buying ice cream, collecting shells, sharing all his ocean facts, bundling you up in towels for the drive home.
BUT- if he had to pick a second, more accesible favorite water activity, it would defiantly be paddle boarding.
He does his research on which areas to visit, he usually prefers to go to a freshwater spring river/lake since the cool water keeps away things like alligators and crocodiles.
“They’re cold blooded and need to use their environment to regulate their body temperature, so they avoid colder waters, isn’t that cool??”
“Yes, Love.”
He was a swimmer in high school, so there isn’t anything to worry about if one of you falls off.
He was already pretty toned from swim team, but since the two of you started paddle boarding, his arms have gotten stronger. The constant paddling proved to be a good exercise for the both of you.
That said, all it takes is a hop into the water for a few minutes to cool off and refresh yourself.
The two of you took turns helping each other learn to balance in a lake nearby when you first started.
One of you would stand in the water near the dock and hold the edge of the paddle board, the other would try to step on and balance for as long as they could as the person in the water slowly moved the board along.
Obviously it took a few times for you both to not just fall in the water immediately, but that’s okay because whenever you fell off Armin would give you a peck on the lips for a little extra motivation and vice versa.
His skin gets so pretty and sun kissed after you’ve been out on the water for a day. He gets the cutest splaying of summer freckles across his nose and looks a little pinker than usual under the sun.
If you don’t always feel like paddling on your own that’s totally okay, you can just sit on the paddle board by Armin’s feet and he’ll gladly paddle you both along.
He’s the best at packing snacks and sandwiches for you both in case you get hungry, he knows all your favorites and 100% bought a waterproof bag to keep it all in.
One of Armin’s favorite parts of paddle boarding is when you get to stop at a spring and actually dive underwater.
He brings a pair of goggles for himself so he can go under and look around, and one for you in case you want to join him.
Even if you don’t want to swim or you find the water too chilly, that’s fine, but he will encourage you to at least wear the goggles and put your face to the surface of the water to see underneath.
The water is breathtakingly clear. White sand, dark rocks, scattered underwater plants, and blue reflections everywhere you look.
Armin definitely has a special spot on his shelf where he keeps the shells he collects from the bottom of the spring.
Tries his best to take underwater pictures with one of those plastic underwater phone cases.
Most of them come out blurry, but don’t mention it, he loves them so much and will only use the photo quality as an excuse to drag any one of your friends there to see it in person.
If you do like to swim with him, he’s definitely fantasized about kissing you underwater, but is far too shy to tell you.
Part of him is sincerely curious what it would feel like, other part of him just really wants to create that memory.
One time when you two were swimming together in a little offshoot lagoon-like area of the river, he found and opening and decided to take it.
Armin can hold his breath for a pretty long time. Whether it was a natural ability or one he developed from being on the swim team is unimportant.
Armin can hold his breath longer than you, so when you started to go up for air while searching for shells on the bottom, he still had a decent amount of oxygen left.
He tugged on your wrist to pull you back down, you looked at him with a confused sense of urgency.
Armin swam up to face you, if you weren’t underwater he would’ve taken a deep breath.
Your eyes widened when he kissed you, he took your moment of shock to seal his lips with yours and breathe some of his air into your mouth.
The moment was ethereal, even if it did end up with both of you violently coming up from the surface of the water, coughing and struggling for breath.
When you finally registered what was happening, it caused you to to gasp, which obviously didn’t work, so you ended up inhaling water and Armin panicked a little, losing his air as well.
You made your way to the shallow sandy area where you tied your paddle board.
“Armin?” you breathed heavily, a bemused smile creeping into your expression, “Why did you do that?”
“Because… I… wanted to?” he replied sheepishly, a shade of red tinting his cheeks.
“Sorry, should I not have done that?” he asked, stepping forward and gently taking your hands in his.
“It’s fine, just warn me next time,” you smiled sweetly, leaning in to give him a peck on the lips, causing both of you to giggle.
The two of you wouldn’t indulge in more underwater anytime kisses soon, but at least it’s something Armin can cross off his bucket list.
Have a wonderful day/night/morning/evening! 💙
#this was so much fun to write!#armin arlert#aot#shingeki no kyojin#snk#armin aot#armin x reader#armin x y/n#armin fluff#aot modern au#paddle boarding#answered#headcannons#armin headcannons#gn reader#reader#x reader#aot x gn reader#armin x gn reader#attack on titan#shingeki no kyogin#snk x reader#snk x gn reader#aot imagines#scenarios
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is 949 words good enough for the first chapter of a fic....
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𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓇𝑔𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 ℛℯ𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 - Atlas - Wattpad
here you goooo
A short Saiouma fic. Postgame, basically just them stargazing and cute stuff. Nothing complicated. 1 chapter, 949 words.
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https://r18-log.kradeelav.com/archives/949
NSFW crops from this sketch dump i'm really pleased with, despite fighting my jacked up wrist.... there's a certian sort of tactile sensuality i'm wanting to portray in these drawings.
all scenes from your ruin, my ruin, mostly from chapter 10
(can't post preview images since there's no way to make em sfw. honestly i don't want to, either.)
#remember me talking about that almost embarrassingly sincere eros i love in art? yeh#full dump will be posted at... some point ig#...... you know my favorite thing about these? his bush. it's the... it's the details man. if you know you know.
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sometimes the best way to help someone is by being there
Read now on Ao3 at
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by zukkaberg
Sokka is having a bad pain day and Zuko knows right where to find him.
Words: 949, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar)
Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, fibromyalgia, fibro sokka, this is quite niche lol, Oneshot
Read it on Ao3 at https://ift.tt/3GPjC0d
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Grease: Rise of the Pink Ladies Cynthia X OC
I thought I lost this and I was not ok for a good two min. so. I hope at least someone enjoys it.
Chapter 2: Sandra Dee
Word count (accumulative): 949
Cynthia’s POV
Last day of summer. Last day of freedom. I drove into the drive in and immediately found the t-birds. “Last day of summer dipsticks! What are we gonna do with it? I say we get loaded, ditch this passion pit and have some real fun!” “Sorry Cynthia, the t-birds are on the prowl tonight.” Gil replied “Alright. You know the drill. First one to get a girl, gets the keys” I don’t get it. It’s the last day without worrying about homework or tests. We should be getting wasted and pulling pranks on the socs. I mean why would they rather try and get in a girls pants than have fun with all of us? Before I could push any farther Susan came and took Richie away, prompting Gil and Potato to run off to find girl of their own. Now it’s just me and Shy Guy. Could be worse. “What a drag!” I sighed, “summer’s over and I’m already freezing my teats off.” “Here, take my jacket” Shy Guy replied. Why would he think that I’d ever- wait. “You’re T-Birds jacket?!” I took the jacket and swiftly put in on. For a moment, everything made sense and I belonged to something. For a moment-
“Please just leave me alone!”
I heard a scream from behind me, snapping me out of my trance. I looked over and saw Ella Bartlett. Ella, little miss perfect. Ella who was the first of our class to start wearing makeup. Ella who is always annoyingly kind to everyone. Ella who used to be my best friend…
Ella who abandoned me for the socs. And yet- I had to help her.
I hopped out of the car and ran up to where Ella and Neil were standing. “She said leave her alone.” Neil turned to me and his gaze narrowed. “And what are you gonna do about it?” He said it with almost a laugh, I hate this guy. I didn’t really know what I planned to do so I just took the still half full bottle of beer I had in my hand and hit it against a near by car, shattering the bottom so I was left with sharp glass. I guess it worked because all he did was look at Ella and mutter “you’re not worth it” before walking away.
After a moment of silence Ella turned to me. “Thank you” she said. “No problem” I replied starting to walk back to the car. “No seriously. Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” I really did though; I couldn’t just let something bad happen to her. “Yeah well. Hey, do you wanna come sit with us? You don’t have to if you don’t want-“ “Yes. I would. It’d probably be safer.”
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The Walls that confide us
The Walls that confide us
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by shiviswriting
There are many walls, invisible ones, that those confide us!
Words: 949, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy
Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy
Additional Tags: Angst, Heavy Angst, Angst and Feels, POV Draco Malfoy, Good Draco Malfoy, Draco Malfoy is Bad at Feelings, Adult Hermione Granger, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Author Is Sleep Deprived, One Shot, Short One Shot
via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/qCnZapF
March 11, 2024 at 02:35PM
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sometimes the best way to help someone is by being there
https://archiveofourown.org/works/55904332
by zukkaberg
Sokka is having a bad pain day and Zuko knows right where to find him.
Words: 949, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Avatar: The Last Airbender (Cartoon 2005)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Categories: M/M
Characters: Sokka (Avatar), Zuko (Avatar)
Relationships: Sokka/Zuko (Avatar)
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, fibromyalgia, fibro sokka, this is quite niche lol, Oneshot
May 14, 2024 at 09:49AM
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