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Imma need a part 2 of bothersome🫣🥺PLEASEEE

Bothersome - Part 2

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You stood at the edge of the ship, watching the sunset slowly set. After Punk Hazard, you all returned back to the ship. Out to Dressrosa, to help Law with whatever he was planning. “So you’re just going to ignore me?” That deep voice called out to you. You continued staring out to the sea, hearing footsteps behind you come closer. You could sense him standing next to you, staring at you.

“What’s wrong with that? You did it to me throughout our relationship,” you said softly.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N). Please forgive me, what I did was wrong and I don’t want this affecting the allia-“ you quickly cut him off. “Why would our past affect the alliance? Did you honestly think I haven’t moved on by now?” You laughed. “I-… No I didn’t think that, but…” he trailed off. “Don’t worry, I’ll happily accept my captain’s orders… even if it means having to be in alliance with you,” you said coldly.

You turned around and headed towards the girl’s quarters. “(Y/N), I wasn’t done speaking!” He said, as he followed me. “Ok, so what else did you have to say?” You asked as you turned back to face him. “U-Uh… well you look… nice. How have you… been?” He asked awkwardly. “You really want to have a quick catch up?” You scoffed. “Well like you said we’re in an alliance now, so we should be able to have civil conversations,” he explained. You raised an eyebrow, “Traffy, weren’t you the one that tried to explain to Luffy that an alliance doesn’t mean we’re friends?” You asked.

“Not you using that dumb name too… a-and I did but-“ you cut him off. “Exactly! Thank you for remembering! Now I’ll be off to my room,” you said as you turned back and quickly entered your room before he could stop you.

You threw yourself on your bed, “Just another example of having the worst luck ever… Now I have to see and help my ex for who knows how long,” you sighed as you stared at the ceiling. “This is all so stupid and awkward!” You said to yourself as you rubbed your head. Out of all people, him?! At this point you would’ve preferred if Kidd showed up or something… And what the hell is up with him trying to have small talk with me? Does he expect me to be buddy buddy with him like nothing happened?

You quickly sat up, and shook your head. “Stop thinking about him. We’re over him, he doesn’t affect us anymore…” you said to yourself as you felt tears fall down your face. “God I’m so stupid!” You yelled.

Suddenly you heard the door open, and you quickly wiped away any tears. “(Y/N)? Are you awake?” You heard Robin call out. “Hi Robin,” you sniffled. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she sat on the edge of your bed. “It’s nothing, just some bad memories…” you said, as you avoided her eyes. “You know you can tell me, I’m your friend (Y/N),” she smiled as she placed her hand on top of mine. “I know, thanks,” you smiled softly. “I came to check on you, because I saw how upset you looked after speaking with Trafalgar,” she replied. “Yeah, I just don’t feel too comfortable around him,” you confessed. “You should tell Luffy, I’m sure he’ll under-“ you quickly cut her off. “No! No…” you repeated. “I can’t let him know! I can’t-“ you shut your mouth, afraid of your voice cracking.

“Let him get to you? I don’t understand,” she said, confused. You sat there in silence, pondering whether to tell her or not. “(Y/N), I’ll always be here for you. Do you and Trafalgar have a past history?” She asked. “Mhmm… I used to be a part of his crew, before I left…” you trailed off. “You left? Why?” She asked. “We were dating… until he shared his true feelings with me. I couldn’t stay there, not after what he said to me… So I left, while he was distracted by some Marines,” you explained, feeling a heavy weight fall off your shoulder. “Oh my,” Robin gasped. “Yep, so now we’re in an alliance with him. It’s weird, and I’ve moved on… but it sucks seeing him,” you said slowly.

“I see,” she said softly. “It’s ok, we’ll show him that you’ve grown. That no matter what he does, he can’t hurt you. Especially when you have friends here that will support you,” she smiled as he wrapped me into a hug. “You’re right!” You grinned. Your beautiful moment was quickly interrupted by your stomach growling. “Ah… I guess all this talk got me hungry,” you said sheepishly. “Let’s go get dinner,” Robin said. You nodded and the both of you quickly headed to the dining table.

You sat in between Robin and Luffy, and across from… Law. “Here you go everyone, dinner’s ready!” Sanji smiled as he sat down to eat. “Thank you,” we all said and quickly began eating. You reached forward for a rice ball, and brushed your hands against Law’s. You immediately flinched, looking up to see him staring your way.

You quickly grabbed a rice ball and pulled your arm away. You began to eat, trying to look anywhere but his direction. “Hey (Y/N)!” Said Luffy, breaking you out of your concentration. “Y-Yes?” You stuttered as you looked next to you. “Are you gonna finish your meat?” He asked, drooling. “Luffy! Leave (Y/N)’s food alone!” Sanji yelled. “It’s fine, you can have it Luffy,” you smiled as you handed him your plate.

“Thanks!” He smiled, but it quickly turned into a frown as he stared at you. “Something wrong?” You asked. “Yeah… one sec,” he said as he moved his hand to your face. Slowly wiping away at your cheek, you felt your cheeks heat up. “Sorry, you had rice on your cheek,” he laughed. “Oh, thanks,” you smiled. “Ow!” Luffy yelled, causing everyone to focus their attention on him. “Someone stepped on me!” He huffed. “Huh?” You questioned.

“You’re just imagining it,” Nami said. “Here Luffy, take my sandwich,” you said as you placed it onto his plate. “Wow!” He said, quickly changing his focus back onto his food. You slowly turned your eyes to the man in front of you. You almost fell out of your seat, once seeing the daggers that this man was staring into you.

“I-I’ll think I’ll call it an early night, night you guys,” you said as you quickly headed out of the dining room.

“Man that was tense,” you sighed as you walked towards your room. You slowly reached for the door knob, before suddenly being turned over and being pushed against the wall. You grunted as your back hit the door, you quickly opened your eyes to see that you were trapped by… Law… “T-Traffy?” You asked nervously. “So I see that you moved on, but I didn’t know you had a thing for captains,” he said coldly. “Woah… Woah… you think I moved from you onto Luffy? You’re crazy,” you laughed.

You noticed a light pink hue on his cheeks, as you continued to laugh. “Well why the blushy face when he reached for your face?” He questioned. “Well… wouldn’t anyone blush if you had food on your face and your friend took it off?” You asked. “I- Uh-“ you quickly cut him off. “Look like someone else needs to move on,” you laughed again, while slowly turning around to open the door. But was quickly turned back around, “Stop messing with me!” He yelled.

“What do you want from me? Do you still wish that I head head over heels for you, well tough shit cause you messed that up!” You yelled. You noticed that he was slightly taken aback by your response. “So what if I end up liking Luffy or whoever! That has nothing to do with you! You’re nothing to me, nothing,” you growled as you pushed him away.

“I’m not the same girl anymore, that would follow your every word. Or kiss the floor where you stepped on,” you glared. “So just leave me alone… haven’t you done enough?” You asked as you were finally able to open the door to the girls’ quarters. You quickly entered the door, ignoring Law’s calls for you. As you went to slam the door, a foot stopped it from slamming.

“Jesus Christ, you just don’t know when to leave a girl alone…” you groaned. “I’m sorry… I just want to say that I’m sorry,” he peeked through. “Ok now mov-“ he cut you off. “I’m sorry… for what I said. When you left, I realized how much I missed you- needed you… We went back to the island, but you were already gone. I don’t know what went over me, I-I missed your laughs, your smile, you interrupting me from my work, calling me honey… I know I screwed up, and seeing you now… Just reminds me of when we were still together… but I guess that’ll never be the case again,” he confessed. You stayed silent. “I’ll leave you alone, or as much as I can… I just wanted to let you know how I felt,” he said softly before removing his foot. Finally allowing you to shut the door.

You let out a deep sigh, and slowly slid down against the door. “Why do I feel like this?” You asked yourself as you clenched your hair. “What do I do now…?” You softly cried into your arms.

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smut-slut69 · 1 year

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God That Was Amazing

Words:4.1k Includes: Smut, Squirting, Overstimulation, Doggy-style, Cunnilingus, Blow-Jobs, Cum, Making Up, Angry~Y/n Ship: Chishiya x Reader TW: N/A This is a gift for @skysobsessions. They requested this and I just had to write it. If you guys ever have any requests hit me with them. I will write anything. I quite literally have every kink in the world. Enjoy❤

A Cure For Writer's Block #3 _______________________

Two months, three days, and thirty-two minutes.

That's how long it had been since your boyfriend, Chishiya, had touched you. Well, you weren’t sure about the minutes part. But it had definitely been two months since you had had sex. And you missed it. The way he would eat you out until you couldn’t feel your legs, the way he fingered you and hit just the right spots, and the way he fucked you. God, there was nothing like that. He always plowed you so hard and so fast just so he could see your legs quiver.

But the feeling was starting to feel foreign. And your toys could never compare to what he would do to you. But no matter how many passes you made, Chishiya had been shooting you down a lot lately. He was always tired, or busy filing papers. It was honestly feeling like he didn’t want you anymore. Didn't like you anymore. And it was hurting. Hurting more than you let show.

You let out a sigh as you heard keys jingling, knocking yourself out of your thoughts and walking down the stairs. Chishiya was locking the door when you saw him. You smiled brightly. He, however, was not.

“Hey baby,” you said as you inched toward him. Rolling your arms around his neck, lifting your head up in hopes of a kiss. He simply patted your back, shutting you down. You backed away, face frowning as he walked up the stairs. You tried to shake off the hurt and followed him up.

He got into the room, set his work bag down, and started to discard his clothes. “So, how was your day?” You tried, settling yourself on your bed.

“Tiring,” he grumbled.

That was his usual response nowadays, “Maybe we could watch a movie and relax a bit” you suggested.

He shook his head, “Not tonight y/n”. Not even using pet names anymore. Just your name.

“Shiya, I’m trying here. I just want to spend time with you” You said, trying to contain yourself. You could feel tears brimming in your eyes. But you weren’t sad, you were feeling quite angry. You hated being an angry crier.

“Y/n, I’ve been working double time. And I still have work to do. We can do something tomorrow, "he said.

“You’ve been saying that for so long Chishiya! And you never make good on that” You said, voice raising and those angry tears starting to fall. “Y/n, stop being dramatic” He sneered.

You felt your eye twitch. Never ever would you let something like that slide. You cracked your neck before standing up. You had a right to be upset and god were you ready to let him know that. “You wanna see dramatic Chishiya, I’ll show you dramatic!”. He rolled his eyes as he changed into his night clothes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me sir, I have a fucking right to be upset. You haven’t touched me in 2 fucking months Chishiya. Fuck, we haven’t even been on a date for longer. We don’t even eat dinner together anymore. When I wake up, you´re not here. When I go to sleep you´re not here. This is the first time all week you’ve come home at your usual time!”You screamed, watching him shake his head, an annoyed expression coming onto his face.

“Don’t fucking look at me like that, I’m your girlfriend. You supposedly love me, which means I should come first. Fuck work, I should be a priority.”You screamed.

A thickly awkward silence settled over you too. You were ready to start up again when you heard your phone ring. You glared at Chishiya before turning around and grabbing your phone. It was Usagi, your friend you had met at Chishiya´s office.

“Hello,” You answered.

“Hey Y/n, you and Chishiya are still meeting us at that fancy new Italian place down the street right.”Your eyes widened as you turned to Chishiya.

Apparently, both of you forgot about it and were both giving each other the same look. “Oh yeah, we’re on our way. Be there soon.” you promised.

“Okay, see you guys.” Usuagi said before she hung up the phone.

You rolled your eyes at the man, “Looks like you can’t sleep yet, go put on a suit and meet me downstairs. I gotta figure out how to do my makeup in 15 minutes' 'You said. Chishiya didn’t even bother arguing anymore. You were heated and it was not a good idea to upset you more.

It took you a little more than twenty minutes for you to finish getting ready, but when you came down, you looked at Chishiya. In a simple black suit. He eyed you up and down. Peering at your red gown.

“Lets go” you said, he opened the door for you and you proceeded to the car.. Getting into the passenger's seat. He hopped in soon as well and started the car. As you drove the awkward silence stayed with you two. Lingering in the air.

While you stopped in front of a red light he turned to you, “Listen, Y/n . . .”He didn't finish his sentence. You put your manicured hands in his face, “Shut it, I don’t want to hear it”You said. He sighed and mumbled something that you didn’t address. If you had, you were definitely going to end up in a car crash. As he pulled up in front of the Italian restaurant. Chishiya got out the car and opened your door. You got out and walked ahead as he tossed his keys to the valet. You tried to keep yourself calm as you were in public, and somewhere that costs more than your own freaking house. But you could still feel yourself fuming.

Scanning the room, you located Usagi and Arisu sitting in a nice booth in the restaurant. They waved at you and you headed there. You sensed Chishiya walking behind you too. You sat down and Chishiya sat next to you. The restaurant was quite nice. You actually wanted to enjoy yourself. The place was bathed in a pretty red glow, and champagne had already been placed in an ice bucket on the table. The place was made of romance. But you weren't feeling it.

The awkward silence that had been settling between you and Chishiya was still thick in the air. As if sensing the tension between you two, Usagi started up some small talk. Which you engaged in.

Everything was seemingly going well. You even managed to speak civilly to chishiya. But Arisu just had to say something.

In the middle of Usagi's talks about your favorite wines, he spoke up. Usagi was just telling you about this red wine she had tried so many years back when Arisu interrupted, ¨I think they have that exact brand at that winery we´re going to next week.

“Ooh, that sounds really nice. What are you guys going to do there?”you asked.

“Oh, we rented a couples suite, beautiful views, gorgeous wine, and the love of my life”He said. Usagi’s eyes went to him and she smiled. And you were insanely jealous of her during that moment. “Wow Arisu, that is so beautiful, Chishiya you should take some notes”You said, mumbling the last part under your breath,

Chishiya grit his teeth, he was getting sick of your mouth. “Y/n, not now”

“Oh, you don’t want our friends to know how shitty you treat me?”You said, voice getting louder.

“Stop it Y/n”he growled.

“I´m just admire how Arisu treats Usagi like the fucking queen she is. I must be dirt compared to her”you laughed, taking a sip of your wine.

He rolled your eyes, “I swear you are so fucking dramatic”

You turned to Arisu, “Do you think I’m being dramatic Arisu. I mean look at me, I’m hot, right?”you said.

Arisu looked at you unsurley but nodded. “See Chishiya, Arisu thinks i´m hot. Something you clearly don't recognize¨ You said. Chishiya knew who he was arguing with. You could argue until there was no point left to it. That's what he loved about you. You were spunky and loud and dramatic as hell. But right now he is not enjoying it.

The waiter came around as you poured another glass of champagne for yourself. Usagi just shook her head at him to make him leave. He did not want to be here when the argument really got started.

¨Hey Usagi¨ you asked, taking a sip out of your champagne.

She looked up from her own glass of wine, ¨hm¨ she hummed.

¨When was the last time you and Arisu went on a date¨You said. Chishiya put his hands on his head, massaging his temples. This was going to be a long night.

¨We were out earlier¨She answered cautiously. You were truly sweet most of the time. But when you were angry. You were scary.

¨That's nice, you guys are such a sweet couple.¨You said, taking another sip of champagne before putting the glass down. ¨I´am assuming you all fucked before you came here to¨ you said, the words flowed out so casually from you that everyone looked at you shocked.

¨It's pretty obvious, your mascara is still stained down your face a little, and Arisu´s shirt isn´t buttoned all the way up. And this man never does that. You're a lucky girl. Your actually getting some. Imagine not getting touched for two months¨You admitted, voice raising up higher.

¨Wish I knew who that was¨You said, rolling your eyes.

Chishiya stood up, grabbing you by the arm, ¨Okay guys we´re heading home, clearly she can´t handle her alcohol today¨He chuckled, ushering you up.

You snatched your arm away, ¨I´m perfectly sober, I just wanted you to see how good of a man Arisu was, compared to your shi-¨You started, but Chishiya interrupted, ¨Okay that's enough, we´ll see you guys. Sorry we didn't get to the food but it was nice seeing you¨ He said, dragging you back to the car. You waited angrily for the car and opened the door for yourself getting in. He soon got in and drove off.

Now he was angry too, you could see it in the way he gripped the steering wheel. ¨That was so incredibly childish and embarrassing y/n¨He said.

You huffed, was it childish, probably. But you were fuming and you weren't too sure you cared. You stayed quiet. Just wallowing on your side of the car, as he drove you home. When you got home you took off your shoes. Letting your red dress trail behind you as you walk up the stairs. He followed close behind you.

¨You shouldn't have made a scene like that,¨Chishiya sighed.

¨Well excuse me for being upset that the boy I love doesn´t want me!¨You yelled, ready for another screaming session.

¨Where the hell did you even get that idea from!¨ He yelled back, stepping closer to you.

You stepped up to him too, ¨Its obvious, you don´t kiss me, you don´t miss me, you don´t even fuck me anymore for fucks sakes!¨

He inched closer, arms length away from you. ¨God you have such a filthy fucking mouth¨He said.

You inched closer, faces centimeters apart, ¨Your so fucking frustrating¨You sneered.

There was a brief pause.

Then your lips crashed against each other. Chishiya´s hands quickly found their way to your ass, reaching down and squeezing the plump flesh. Your hands tugged at the hair just above Chishiya´s neck as your teeth clunked roughly together.

Chishiya plunged his tongue into your mouth, exploring every corner he could, you whimpered as you felt his hands caress your thighs, hoisting you up and over your lap. You felt the two of you moving and you soon felt yourself being dropped on the bed. Chishiya climbed on top of you, trailing kisses down your jaw. You let out a heavy sigh as he peppered your neck with kisses. Moaning when he bit that perfect spot.

You had missed the way he kissed you, you missed how well he knew your body. Clearly your body had too. You could feel yourself pulsing at just the thought of what he was going to do to you next. And you could feel the mess in your panties too.

Maybe you too should argue more.

You felt Chishiya´s cold fingers come to roll around your nipple, making you stifle a moan. Much to your dismay you felt him back away. Moving to stand up in front of the bed.

¨Take your dress off for me princess¨He said as he slowly palmed himself over his pants. You move on your knees and slowly fiddles with the strap of the dress. Once it was off the top of the dress dropped down, revealing your full tits. Nipples hardening both from his attention and the cold air of the room. You shimmied off the rest of your dress to reveal, black and lacey underwear underneath.

¨No bra,¨ He chuckled. You smiled as he fished his cock out of his pants. It was hard and leaking pre–cum. You missed seeing him like this.

¨Suck it Princess,¨He instructed, ¨Make it sloppy¨.

You crawled towards his cock, using your hand to lightly stroke it. He threw his head back at the sensation, rewarding you with another glorious pump of precum. You kissed along Chishiya´s shaft, enjoying the teasing.

By the grunt he made, you could tell that Chishiya was getting upset. So you kissed the tip, finally pushing his cock past your lips. You slowly bobbed your head up and down. Savoring the taste of your blonde boyfriend's cock. You loved how frustrated his face looked as your teasing continued. Annoyed, Chishiya bunched up your hair in a ponytail and starting fucking your mouth. Forcing your mouth to deep throat him. You choked and gagged on him as he pressed you to the base. Slobber dripping out and onto your tits as he released your head.

He let you regain a little bit more control and you went back and forth. Bobbing up and down on his cock. Soon his hand returned to your hair. Thrusting into your mouth. You peaked up at Chishiya through your lashes as you gagged on his cock once again when it hit the absolute back of your throat. He looked down at you and the scene was gorgeous. Your lipstick had stained his cock a pretty pink, the rest was smeared over your face. Your tits were covered in a mix of his precum and your slobber. And tears were brimming in your eyes. And the way you looked at him. It was like you were begging him to cum down your throat.

So he did, deep down inside your throat making you choke on him. He swore he struggled to keep himself up straight as he pushed out what had to have been truck loads of cum.

When he was finally done he let go of your hair. You opened your mouth, letting him see the strings of white laying across your tongue. ¨Swallow¨ He commanded. You rolled your tongue back into your mouth. Moaning at the taste of him. He watched you do it, smiling as you swallowed.

He eyed you up and down, “Spread your legs' 'he said. You quickly laid on your back. Spread your legs on the edge of the bed, peering up at him. Chishiya knelt down in front of you, his hard on stiffening already at the sight of you so ready for him. You giggled excitedly as he lightly traced over your slit through your panties. Fingers tracing lightly along you. He pressed a kiss to your clit, making you shiver a little.

“You’re so beautiful” he sighed as he shuffled your underwear down your legs. You were dripping. You had barely been touched and your clit was already stiff and swollen. He knelt down and blew on your clit. Making you whimper. He swung your legs over his shoulder. Leaning down to lick a long stripe over you. He took his time, trailing his tongue through your pussy. Savoring the taste of you. Unfortunately, that was all he seemed to be doing. You moved your hands through his hair, nails scratching at his scalp, pushing him closer.

He chuckled, and finally started licking over your clit. You moaned loudly at the feeling. God your man was so good with his tongue. He knew you perfectly. He knew everything to do just to make you scream.

Chishiya brought your clit between his lips, suckling on it. “F-fuck”you shuttered as his toungue lapped over your clit. Whenever he did that he hit a beautiful spot that made your legs quiver. “Fuck Shiya baby, it feels so good. Faster baby, faster”You whimpered as his tongue swirled around your clit, making you arch your back up into him.

Your legs shook the faster he went, you were mumbling nonsense at this point. You could barely think right now. Not when the tight coil in your stomach was ready to uncurl. But of course the bastard backed up just as your toes were on the verge of curling. Leaving your pussy terribly wet and aching.

You sat up annoyed. “So now you're too tired to actually make me cu-”, hands wrapped around your throat.

“We are not starting up again. Be patient princess, that's all I’m asking” He said. You don’t know what the hand around your throat was doing to you. But it was working fucking miracles because for once, you listened to him and shut up. “Good job princess, be nice and quiet just like that. Get on your hands and knees”He instructed.

You nodded as he released your throat. You moved to be on your hands and feet. You heard him discard his clothes before coming behind you. His cold fingers traced along your back, forcing you into an arch. Head against the pillows of your shared bed. Chishiya sighed behind you as his hands came to squeeze your ass. Leaving a smack to it.

“God your ass is so fat. I couldn’t stop looking at it while you were yelling at me. It was strangely hot” He chimed. Before you could respond, you felt his tip rub against your lips. Passing through to your clit making you squirm. You felt the tip press against your entrance. He was big, and even though he had been to you many times before, he never failed to stretch you. Thankfully you were dripping and he was able to push all the way in. The moan you let out may have been over the top, but you had missed the feeling of him inside of you. Slowly he pulled back out, letting the tip slide out before thrusting back in, hard.

He started to fuck into you slowly, making you clench around his thick cock. His hands rested at your hips as he went faster. You whimpered and clutched at the blankets around you as he fuckied into you. He was hitting that good spot inside of you. The one that always made you quiver. He draped himself over your back, hand reaching around your neck. Squeezing a little. He licked over the shell of your ear, kissing your ear.

“You look so beautiful under me princess”He whispered, “You always look so beautiful”He said as he kissed along your neck. You whined under the praise, hearing words you had wanted to hear so bad for so long. You moaned as he sat back up to fuck into you faster. judging from the white ring forming around his cock and the spirts of juices coming out of you, you were incredibly close to cumming. And you didn’t want anything but to do just that, right on his cock.

He knelt back down and went back to your ear. Choking you again. “Dirty princess, creaming on my cock now. You wanna cum so bad don’t you baby”He whispered. You whined and nodded. “Then cum princess, go on ''He said. That's all you needed, a few more thrusts and your legs started quaking. You squirted on Chishiya as he continued to fuck into you, raising you up so your bare back against his chest.

He didn’t stop. He kept pounding your pussy, making you shiver from overstimulation. It was so much, too much as he hit your g-spot over and over again. You felt tears well up in your eyes from the hopeless feeling. “Sh-shiya, b-baby it's too much”you slurred. Hands balling up into fists as you tried to handle what he was giving.

“You can take it Princess, be a good girl for me and give me one more. You can do that for me”He said.

“Mhmm,”you whimpered. He kept pounding you, snaking his hands over your clit. He swirled over it harshly making your legs quake. The only reason you were still upright was due to Chishiya’s hand around your throat. Whenever he squeezed you swear you creamed. God he was giving it to you so fucking good. Everything he was doing felt so fucking good.

You heard Chishiya grunt behind you, usually he was extremely quiet during sex while you were quite loud. But he was getting close clearly and he didn’t seem to really care. “God princess your pussy´is so good. It's like you're begging me to cum inside you” he moaned.

You clenched around him, tears falling down your eyes as he rubbed at you harder. His hips stuttered and soon he was filling you with cum. You moaned and your eyes rolled back into your head as Chishiya had the nerve to speed up.

Feeling his cum inside of you, the overwhelming sensation of him on your clit, the overstimulation, the tears running down his eyes. You couldn’t take it anymore. You swore you had never squirted so hard in your entire life. Your legs shook terribly as you came. You couldn’t even moan. You just took the few week thrusts you were given as you tried to calm down from your high.

When Chishiya let go of your neck you fell back onto the bed. He pulled out of you, dick wet with all of your cum, and plopped down next to you.

“God that was amazing”you sighed. Chishiya turned to face you, “Yes it was''. He opened his arms and pulled your still shaking body closer. His dick grazed your clit and you jolted from the overstimulation. “Sorry princess”he apologized.

You hugged him tightly. You can’t remember the last time the two of you had been like this. Cuddled up in bed and being with each other. But there was still something lingering in the air. And you didn’t want that, Not ever.

“Shiya, baby”You called. He looked down at you, “I’m sorry for yelling at you” you apologized.

“I deserved it y/n. You’re right, I should pay more attention to you, "he said.

You sat up to look Chishiya in the eye, “No, I got angry, way too angry. But I wasn’t really mad at you. I just, I just missed you. You were gone all the time. I started to think the worst. I started to think that maybe there was someone else. I started to think that maybe you didn’t think i was pretty, or maybe you didn’t love me, or maybe you just didn’t want me anymore”You said, swiping a tear away from your face.

Chishiya sat up too, “Princess don’t say that, your body’s beautiful. You are perfect to me, I love you so much. You’re the only one I want Y/n.”He chuckled, “I mean, have you seen this ass”He said, reaching down to slap it. You kissed Chishiya and smiled, settling back down into Chishiya.

“For the record, I’ve been at work so late because of one of my patients Hayato. I had to perform a really important surgery for him. He needed a lung transplant and I was determined to give it to him. And after the surgery he was in stable condition to finally get the transplant. But then some rich guy bought it off him. And, Hayato passed,” He confessed.

“Oh god, that's terrible” You respond.

“It was, he was a sweet boy. I guess it kinda knocked me off a little. But you definitely brought me back. I guess I was avoiding you because I didn't want you to see me like that. I think I really missed you too, "he confessed.

You sat up for another kiss then you settled back on him. Finally closing your eyes.

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Sorry For Any Spelling Mistakes! Hope You Enjoyed!

#chishiya #chishiya smut #chishiya x you #chishiya x fem!reader #chishiya shuntaro #alice in borderland #chishiya my beloved

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a-little-lostecho · 1 year

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(warning - HSR Belobog Arc Ending Spoilers)

I know they mention it a lot in canon but like… has anyone else ever really paused and thought about all the worlds we will have to leave behind as Trailblazers? Coming and going forever, only ever being able to truly call the Express ‘Home’ but even then, the words are heavy on the tongue.

Does anyone else think about how little time they really spend there? How many trails they’ve blazed before disappearing without a trace save for the changes they’ve since left in a domino effect. Belobog took a few days for the main quest alone — perhaps two weeks if you want to include the sub-quests and story quests. And then they never go back. 700 years they’d wait — Bronya said — and it wasn’t an exaggeration.

“Dan Heng how long can humans live for?”

“…Forever. But in those situations they wouldn’t be considered human anymore.”

It’s easy to forget that we may never see those people again in that world, as they are, as they’ve become, because we as the player can always teleport back with a few clicks of a button but the characters do not get the same liberties. They have left, to never return, lest they accidentally cause more calamity.

And few of Jarilo-VI have gotten to know them by name, as anything other than “the Outsiders” or, later, “the Trailblazers”. They’re not Nameless because they have no names, they are Nameless because in the grand scheme of things; no one will recognize them by name. Only by the paths they carve and set, by the view of their backs as they set off into the stars again.

Do you think about how quickly they accept the lost onto their ship — how quickly they accept the Nameless and allow them to stay with their own? Because they are all Nameless on the express. Wonderlusters, Lost ones, confused, fearful, grieving, lonely. They accepted the Trailblazer without a second thought, extending hands that were quickly grasped in return and have yet to be let go of. They are the Nameless, they are the trailblazers, they are the lost ones, and they are each other’s family. The Express is not ‘Home’ because none of them have that anymore, but they’ve found each other and in the wake of what they’ve lost or may not have never had, they’ve got each other. They’ve forged their own trail.

Trailblazers in their name and in how they love. Only another trailblazer can truly love a trailblazer. It’s why they gravitate so closely to one another. That small part of their souls resonating with one another and bringing them solace within the vastness of the universe. Pieces of their make-up so similar and lonely and lost that they can’t help but seek out others who are the same.

I don’t know where I’m going with this, honestly, but I’m absolutely enamored with the small feeling their presences makes me feel through the Trailblazer. Platonic, Romantic, or otherwise. Storgé — Is the word for familial love apparently but not found family, so I’m not quite sure it fits. Their impact as well in the universes, beyond their relationship on the Express. It’s all beautiful but always with a touch of melancholy when you sit back to think about it rather than just quickly passing through the planets and stars. It’s lovely, and I’m hard pressed to find a universe that makes me feel so small and important all at once.

Welt said something about feeling helpless when you first step foot on the planet and see for the first time everything that goes on there… and yet I find myself feeling more powerless when I look down from above rather than up from below.

In conclusion, Star Rail is lovely so far, I’m having a great time and will continue to brainrot about this and think too much abt it constantly for a good while <3

#honkai star rail #hsr #hsr spoilers #hsr thoughts #my thoughts #trailblazers #astral express #dan heng #march 7th #the nameless #astral express family #found family

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vodika-vibes · 4 months

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Requesting some more love for Boss please!

Wanted

Summary: You and Boss are on the run from the Empire.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x Reader

Word Count: 944

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm not sure I'm happy with this, but I have a migraine forming, so this is all I have. Sorry.

“Rules are meant to be broken,” You proclaim, as you wave your wrench towards Boss, who stares at you with a single raised brow.

“That thought, cyare, is why you’re wanted on 13 planets.”

“Wrong!” Your wrench slips out of your hand and clatters to the floor of the ship loudly, “That’s because the Empire ain’t shit!”

He rolls his eyes, “Anyway,” Boss says, “Since we can no longer hide on Daiyu-”

“-that isn’t my fault-” You interrupt.

“Since we can’t hide out on Daiyu anymore,” Boss continues as if you hadn’t spoken, “Where should we go next?”

You stoop to pick up your wrench and shove it into its place, “Outer Rim, maybe? Or Wild Space is an option.”

“I was kind of hoping that you would offer a name,” Boss says with a sigh, “But sure, let’s start with Outer Rim worlds, they’re not likely to bend to the Empire.”

You grin at him, and enthusiastically fling your arms around his neck. He sighs but wraps his arms around your waist, “How about Tatooine?”

“Mm. Sand, sun, slaves, and Hutts. My four most favorite things in the galaxy.” Boss says sarcastically.

You laugh, “No one will look for us there.” You tempt.

“Right. Until you somehow piss off the Hutt Cartel and we have to run from both the Empire and the Hutts.”

“You make it sound like I go around insulting people all the time.” You say with a pout.

“You told the Grand Moff to take a long walk off a short pier and then broke his nose, and frankly I’m surprised that you lived to meet me in the first place.”

“I take issue with fascists.” You sniff.

He lightly squeezes your hips, “I need you to chill the fuck out, cyare. I’m looking for my brothers, which I can’t do when we’re being chased from Imperial worlds.”

“So you want me to behave?”

“That would be a nice change from normal.” Boss counters.

You rest your forehead against his chest plate, and then sigh, “Fine. We can hide out on Tatooine, just long enough for the heat to die down, and then we’ll go back to Imperial space and look for Fixer, Scorch, and Sev.”

“Thank you, cyare.” He kisses your forehead and then releases you to head towards the cockpit, “The ship isn’t going to fall apart on me when I try to jump to hyperspace, is it?”

“No! Er…probably not.”

“Try to keep the ship from blowing up on us, please cyare.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll do my best.” You turn back to the engines, and open the net to run a quick google search.

While you know how you ended up in this situation (a comedy of errors that started with you getting into a fist fight with someone who used to be part of the 501st and ended with you on the run from the Empire with a former Clone Commando), sometimes you have a hard time comparing what your life used to be to what it’s become.

You were an art student, once. Sure, an art student with anarchist tendencies who was anti government and anti war and went to protests and organized riots from time to time, but you were still an art student.

And now here you are, slowly working your way up the Empires shit list.

Honestly, the best thing that’s happened to you in the last year is meeting Boss.

You glance towards the cockpit, where Boss is removing some of the bulkier pieces of his armor for comfort, and a small smile crosses your face.

Boss just appeared on your doorstep about a year ago. He had been beaten half to death and needed help, and you’re still not sure how he found you, but you’re glad that he did.

You managed to patch him up, and when he admitted that there was something rotten in the former Republic and that he was looking for his brother, you jumped at the chance to help him.

Anything was better than sitting around and watching as Palpatine destroyed everything good and honest and true in the galaxy.

And six months after that, when you were hiding from Imperial soldiers on Dantooine, you kissed him. And he kissed you back. And then he kissed you again and again.

And now here you are, six months later, in a relationship with a man who you never would have met if the Empire hadn’t taken over.

Silver linings, right?

“Cyare? How are we looking?” Boss calls from the cockpit.

“I think we’re good. At least, according to the schematics I’m looking at online.” You say as you step out of the engine room and shut the door behind you.

He glances at you, “Alright. Then grab your seat, and we’ll see if we can’t make it to Tatooine.” You grin and climb into the co-pilot’s seat, tucking your feet under you, you turn your attention on him, and smile adoringly.

“What?”

“Just thinking about how we met.” You reply.

He glances at you, and a small smile crosses his face, “Smartest thing I’ve ever done. Right up there with kissing you on Dantooine and that night on Rishi.”

“You really liked that night on Rishi.” You say with a laugh.

“I liked the outfit you were wearing, and the way you looked under the moonlight,” Boss says easily, “And I really liked the way that you looked at me.”

You laugh and stretch out, “I really liked that night on Rishi too. We should do that more often.”

“Once we’re safe.” Boss promises, he focuses on the navigation computer, “Ready to go, cyare?”

“Ready.”

#star wars #tcw #clone commando boss x reader #boss x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

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galactic-magick · 11 months

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Hey! Can I request an 2014!gamora imagine with the prompts Instinctively grabbing your/their hand and forgetting to let go and “I’ve tried to stop missing you.” (Or prompts 2 and 23)

She’s Back: Gamora x Reader

Summary: Before Gamora joined the Guardians, she was in a relationship with you. Now that the version of her that you knew is back, you struggle with your feelings.

Words: 0.6k+

Author’s Notes: Sorry it’s taken so long for me to write this one, anon! I was struggling to come up with a good plot that wasn’t just copying how Peter was missing Gamora but I think I finally figured out something interesting!

You were surprised to hear anything about Gamora after so long.

Honestly, you didn’t even know if she was alive until Nebula contacted you. She left on a mission for her father all those years ago, and without a second thought for you she moved on to a new life with the Guardians of the Galaxy. You’ve heard bits of news here and there about these Guardians over the years, and then most of them were snapped away. You had no idea if Gamora had survived this war for the infinity stones—until now.

Nebula contacted you recently to tell you that Gamora did in fact die by the hand of Thanos five years ago, but an alternate version of her from the time you knew her somehow survived due to some time-travel nonsense you didn’t really understand. This Gamora has been asking about you apparently, likely because this one never left you and never met the Guardians, and most importantly never fell in love with somebody else.

You honestly aren’t sure how to react to this news, or even how someone is supposed to react to something like this. After all, you’ve been spending over five years mourning and moving on from that relationship. Should you take her back just because in her mind you never broke up? Should you ignore Nebula’s message and just pretend you have no idea your former lover is still out there?

You try the latter first for a while, but you can’t get her out of your head. Your dreams are haunted by her beautiful face and the memories you shared so long ago, questions of what could’ve been and what could be now that she’s back.

One of these nights you can’t take it anymore, so you send Nebula a message that you want to see Gamora for yourself. She sends you the coordinates to where the Guardians’ ship is intercepting with the Ravager ship Gamora is on, and you go on your way, anxiety-ridden the entire ride.

It’s probably not the best time to do this, as one of the Guardians is on his deathbed and Gamora is only temporarily joining them for a mission to save him, but if you don’t go now, you’re worried you won’t have another chance.

You sneak onto the ship, standing back while the Guardians are freaking out about the Ravagers boarding. Did Nebula not tell them they were coming?

You watch Nebula pull the captain aside and explain to him why Gamora’s here, and mentions that you’ll be coming too—a fact he doesn’t seem too happy about. You put together pretty quickly that this must be the guy Gamora fell for after you. Honestly, you don’t have anything against him, and you understand how he feels. He never knew about you, and his version of Gamora died a horrible death. You know exactly what it’s like to have her gone, and it’s going to be severely complicated now that she’s back.

You slowly come out into the hallway, making eye contact with each of the Guardians one by one, and finally locking eyes with Gamora.

Just as perfect as you remember.

She stares at you, mouth parting slightly in disbelief then morphing into a smile.

“Y/N?” she says your name in the exact way you’ve been wanting to hear it for so long. “You look different,”

“You look the same,” you reply with a laugh.

She takes a step towards you, instinctively grabbing your hands, “I don’t really understand all this, but I’m not the person all these people knew, okay? For me, being with you wasn’t that long ago. How long has it been for you?”

You look up, trying to blink away the tears welling in your eyes.

“Almost ten years,” your voice cracks. “I’ve tried to stop missing you,”

“Well, I’m glad you didn’t,” she smirks. “Because somehow I’m here now. And I’ll never leave you like my other self did, okay?”

You nod, falling into her arms and not letting go.

Another Author's Note: If ya'll enjoy this, I'd consider writing a second part that includes the other Guardian's reactions to the reader, maybe some angst between them and Peter because they're both in love with Gamora or something.

Read this to make a Guardians request!

#gamora x reader #guardians of the galaxy x reader #gotg x reader #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg 3 #gamora

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prettyiwa · 1 year

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I do not authorize the translation or reposting of my work.

Relationship: Miyuki Kazuya x F!Reader Rating: SFW Content Tags: POV Miyuki Kazuya, Childhood Best Friends to Lovers (it's really hard to define these two), Soulmates (if you squint), Frenemy OC Who's Known Kazuya Too Long, Mentions of a Less-Than Stellar Home Life (not as bad as it sounds), Light Insecurity, Two Ships Passing Summary: Kazuya's search for you during his final New Year's break turns up empty, leaving him to reach out to your friend who never really liked him. Word Count: 1,540

A/N: Man, coming up with tags for this is difficult because their relationship is a little difficult to describe (it could also be that it's almost 3 AM and I am tired). Anyway, this intro isn't that great of a mood maker, but it sets up the "present" rather well. A grand thanks to @tyga-lily, as always, for being my sounding board and encouraging my bad ideas ♡♡

It was just as he was leaving for Seidou. Your anxiety was plain to see—for him, anyway. Shifting weight from foot to foot as you fiddled with your pencil in one hand while gripping your sketch book too tight in your other. It was one of those times when you two were on the same wavelength, not because you two just got each other like that, but because you two felt the same. He threw his arm around your shoulder and felt your annoyance aimed at his face and felt the moment it disappeared.

I’m coming back. It’s not like I’m not going to see you between now and graduation. You’ll be here when I get back, right?

Yeah.

Age 18 | January 3

Funny, how quickly his excitement to see you is replaced with anxiety upon hearing your name. How quickly anticipation to reconnect properly since first attending Seidou sours into confusion and something a little too closely related to fear.

Akari repeats your name and Kazuya nearly flinches at the way she says it—like she’s talking about someone who’s died, someone long gone with no hope of returning. It comes out like a question, one with an answer she’s tried to forget. He watches as your name sits on her tongue, flavoring her thoughts as she considers her answer.

With a sigh, she shrugs. “I honestly haven’t seen her in a bit. I mean, I see her at school, but she hasn’t been around the neighborhood in some time.”

“Seriously? She still lives here. What do you mean, you haven’t seen her? Where else would she be?”

Annoyance flashes across her face and her fingers tighten where they hold the door open and he’s sure she’s waiting for the chance to slam it in his face. “Really, Miyuki? You of all people can’t be surprised.”

Her frown deepens as she watches him, realizing he has nothing to say—despite her conviction, he of all people is surprised. It’s been a little bit since you two spoke, but… c’mon. You wouldn’t leave. You told him you’d wait for him to come back, even if he’s a little late on the “coming back” part.

“Okay, I’m going to give you the benefit of the doubt because you can be dangerously obtuse at times. Ignoring the fact that her dad can’t work anymore and that she’s working to pay the bills, what did you think would happen when you left? You thought she’d be hunky-dory? Actually. That sounds about spot on for you, Miyuki.”

“Hey, now. You don’t need to be cruel about it. She hasn’t told me any of this.”

“I can’t tell if you’re being serious. She tells you everything.”

“She hasn’t told me anything for a couple of months now. Did something happen? Maybe she got a new phone?” Even as he asks, he knows that slim sliver of hope he’s searching for is bullshit. You’d still have his number memorized and it’s not like changing phone numbers is exactly easy.

“You sound awfully upset. Are you worried that she stopped wanting to be your friend?”

“I’m not upset,” he bites, only serving to make her laugh, the sound sharp and unnecessarily harsh.

You wouldn’t just leave him like that. You wouldn’t leave without talking to him first. At the very least, you’d give him a fighting chance.

“Sure, you’re not upset. You’re so dramatic. It’s nothing like that. She didn’t get a new phone or a new number. It broke the last time she went home but she hardly ever used it in the first place.”

“Got it. Thanks.”

He’s not that worried about whether you got fed up with him—it’s been nearly three years since he’s seen you, but he still knows you a helluva lot better than that—but being in Akari’s presence is becoming increasingly grating. How you ever do it for more than thirty minutes at a time, he’ll never know. She stops him as he starts to turn to leave, too exacerbated by her attitude to bother with propriety.

“Wait. Fine. You’re nowhere near as fun as you usually are.” Glad to know this is a game to her, though maybe it’s deserved. “She doesn’t go home at all, as far as I know. She bounces around between our homes as she needs, usually asking the day of if it’ll be fine, but it’s been a while since she’s asked me.”

What the hell’s happened in the time since he’s left for you to get to this point? To not bother going home? What kind of friend is he if he didn’t even realize—?

“Even if I don’t like you—”

“Yeah, you got that message across loud and clear.”

“Even if I don’t like you, you should at least know that she told me she doesn’t see a point in coming around if you’re not here. I personally don’t get it, but you’ve been friends with her for twice as long as I have so maybe it makes sense to you.”

“... Thanks.”

The door clicks shut behind him and he’s sure that both he and Akari are disappointed it wasn’t a slam, that there was something else at the end of this interaction other than a mutual dissatisfaction and vague helplessness. Frigid winter air brushes past him, reminding him of just how cold he actually is. With the afternoon sun beaming down, everything still feels devoid of warmth. No matter the sure and steady movements that should supply some heat, no matter the layers of clothing he wears, your absence is making everything much colder than it is.

She doesn’t see a point in coming around if you’re not here.

That’s no surprise. Of everything he learned today, that’s something that strikes him as genuinely you. You two’ve always been close and would always tuck your promises and the like in blunt explanations and blasé phrasing. Never would he have imagined that you would leave without an explanation to him and, yet, this is where he finds himself.

Is it because he’s barely come home?

Since starting at the school, he’s only come home for the New Years’ celebrations. This is his third one, but the other two were packed with recovery from the winter training camp and making sure his dad was okay. He figured you’d be okay, too, even if the New Year traditions that existed between you two were put on hold. You never said anything, but was it stupid of him to make an assumption? Had he gotten too caught up in his desire to play and win that he missed something as big as this?

Home's in sight, but he can’t return just yet. On top of trying to find you, he came out to grab some food. Honestly, he was hoping that you’d be able to come over tonight and hang out with him in the kitchen like you used to. He wanted to know whether your skills had improved at all or whether he was doomed to cook for you both until who only knows when, but that’s definitely not happening.

At this point, he’s tired and there’s a new weight on his chest that he would like to rid himself of but, with what little ingredients are available at the house, he can’t skip this trip. But so long as he and his dad have something to eat tonight and tomorrow morning, things should be fine. He turns on his heel to hit the 7-eleven instead of the market and it strikes him just how different everything seems.

Kazuya can’t tell—nor does he care to differentiate—whether it’s caused by time passing, by the start of a new era fast approaching or whether it’s caused by your startling absence. Either way, his ears ring with the trill of your laugh from years past, the light teasing and the stupid jokes you both would make. It’s impossible to walk these streets without the shadow of you beside him. It’s a shame that it took this to understand the weight behind your words, but, yeah.

Knowing you’re not here makes this visit far less pleasant than it would have been.

As he nears his destination, he tries to ignore the bustling of the bus, preparing to carry away the majority of the would-be crowd at the convenience shop, but there’s this minute, inexplicable urge he gets to look again. It’s once he’s crossed the street does he give in, only to meet your stare through one of the passenger windows.

Your eyes widen in surprise, same as him, and he takes a step in the direction of the bus, though you both know he won’t make it. The surprise melts away and you give him a smile and a chuckle that he hears despite the barriers. Your hair is shorter and you look more mature—though he’s sure he looks different to you, too—but it’s the familiar intimacy of your smile that steals his breath.

He’d like to run, to stop the bus and get on, but it’s already leaving before he can finish the thought. Kazuya misses you more than he believed possible, but the near-miss only serves to lighten that newfound weight on his chest, even if just a bit.

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#miyuki kazuya x reader #miyuki x reader #daiya no ace x reader #ace of diamond x reader #daiya x reader #✒.ix writes #✒.promises we exchanged #pwe #your girl is tired and tired of having things sitting in my drafts and channels so #fuck it #daiya.✒#the boy

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lyranova · 19 days

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Since you do the salty asks too, how about 2, 8, 13 (for Nozel and Nacht), 15, 21, 23 and 24 (for Black Clover)? Have a nice rest of Friday 🥰

Hiya Vilandel, i hope you’re doing well 🥰! Of course, I hope you enjoy and have a good rest of your Friday as well 😁💕!

2 Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?*

Hmm…I guess Asta x Yuno would be the main one, since I ship all the other OTPs as far as I am aware 🤔! Imo Yuno and Asta just work better as siblings, rivals, and best friends then as lovers. But if you like and ship them then I fully support you 🥰!

8 Have you received anon hate? What about?*

Yep I most certainly have unfortunately 😅. I have recived some anon hate from that very specific troll that shall remain nameless but who we’ve all encountered at one point or another. But I’ve also recived hate/dislike/dissappintment(?) for YuNeva and Neva in COTF (mainly because they wanted me to put Yuno x Mimosa together in that series), and then a random one from a anon about my headcanon for a Fire Force character which was really stupid 😆!

13 Unpopular opinion about XXX character?

Not sure if this is unpopular or not, but an opinion I have is that Yuno *needs* to struggle instead of being OP all the time. It won’t make him a bad/boring/or otherwise negative character, to me it would be like during the battle with Zenon. It would kind of show that, while he’s powerful, he still has a lot to learn and a lot of growth to show! But since we’re in the final arc I don’t think we’ll see that happen, which is a bit of a shame.

15 Unpopular opinion about the manga/show?

Hmm, that there are waaay too many battle and fight scenes. I get it, this is shounen which is all about battle after battle after battle. But…imo to make the manga and anime even better would be to show the quiet moments where we see the characters interacting and building up their friendships and relationships with each other like in the filler episodes of the anime! It would just make the series so much better, and would just be very nice to see!

21 What are your thoughts on crack ships?

Hm I enjoy crack ships, I even have a few myself such as MagLuck, Finral x Vanessa, Zora x Nebra, and Vanessa x Nozel to name a few! But to me, crack ships also have to make sense for me to enjoy them! For example; Magna x Luck makes sense to me, while I still prefer them as a Brotp, I have slowly come around to the idea of them romantically (thanks to my mutuals and followers 😆). They have a lot of chemistry together and you can see how much they love and care for one another! On the other side of that coin would be Zora x Nebra. The two have had no (?) scenes together, but I can see the “opposites attract” appeal in them (from their backgrounds, to their personalites, to even their color scheme)! While I don’t ship them as much anymore, I still enjoy them from time to time and see the appeal!

23 Unpopular character you love?

Hmm…i don’t know if I really have one in BC 🤔? Most of the characters I like tend to be popular because…I’m a boring person 😅? But I guess William? But tbh I don’t think he’s really unpopular, i know he is disliked because of the Elf Arc, but otherwise I think people like him. Maybe Fana? But again, I don’t know if she’s really unpopular…hm, I actually don’t think I have one…

Well looks like I’ll have to broaden my character horizons!

24 Would you recommend XXX to a friend? Why or why not?

I would recommend Black Clover for it’s characters, world building and lore (what little bit we get of it 😭), and for just how undderrated it is! I honestly think people don’t really give it much of a chance, and because it isn’t like other anime where it gives you all or most of the information at the beginning, they immediately drop it and call it boring/stupid/insert some other insult here (although the ones that complain about Asta’s shouting and say he’s annoying; i get it. While I personally didn’t find it bothersome, i know others that did, so that complaint is very valid to me!). Black Clover is very much a slow burn series, so you have to give it time and have a lot of patience imo!

#asks #vilandel #my lovely mutuals #salty ask game #thanks for asking!#black clover

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warmaidensrevenge · 1 year

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Always seen you.

Pairing: Eddie x insecure!Fem plus size reader

A/N: This is another part of my mini series. I’m not sure exactly where this is going. But, the words just started flowing. Okay this one has a scene from Rocky one. Hope you like it. Thanks for reading. As always feedback is greatly appreciated. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: Language, angst, fluff if you squint, body insecurities, secret pining, slow burn, sexual implications, and eventual smut. Not proof read and no word count.

Summary: The boy of your dreams is always just out of reach. If only you could get over yourself to see that he sees you too.

Part 2

💚🖤

There were so many words to describe Y/n. Some of which weren't so nice. Painfully shy, goodie two shows, uptight, nerdy, unwieldy, nervous...big. But none of that really described you. To Eddie, the one that best showed who you were was extraordinary. You were shy. But it wasn't painful. You were smart and you were a bit nervous. But Eddie found the endearing. Sure you were a bigger girl. Nevertheless, you were amazing. To Eddie you were absolutely perfect.

You were too cute today. Blushing when you saw him. How absolutely nerve wrecked you were just at him touching you. Sure he never paid attention to you before. To be fair he really couldn't remember what he did yesterday. He honestly didn't remember you until he saw your name on your notebook. He then saw a small drawing of an alien ship abducting a cow. Then it all came back to him. You always did draw something on your notebooks. That's what got him to remember you.

He was in 5th grade science class when a 3rd grader came in with a teacher. You didn't look like a 3rd grader. You looked more like a 6th grader. But it was whatever. You were so damn smart that they had you move from 3rd grade science class to the Eddie's 5th.

You were put to sit next to him and he saw you pull out your note book. The cover was filled with drawings of stick figures and stars. Even for a 3rd grader you were talented.

Eddie smiled seeing the little war that was going on, on the cover of your note book. Stick figures throwing grenades at a tank. While other soldiers were shooting.

Once that note book was full of notes. You would pull out a new one and started to drawing on that. This time it was a caricature of the science teacher. It wasn't the best but hey you were small.

Throughout the years Eddie did see more of you but he never actually looked at you. You had a few classes here and there. But you were just kinda...apart of the background.

Then in highschool you shot up. So did he. He grew out his hair and got really into metal. You looked so different now. Actually really pretty. Your hair was longer and your body was definitely an eye full. Your luscious body was sure to have any guy want you. Well that's what Eddie thought. You were so curvy and beautiful.

He actually thought you were new at first. You didn't look at all like that smart chubby little girl anymore. He wanted to talk to you. But you were in a group that would not be seen with the likes of him. So he figured that a girl like you wouldn't want to talk to him. So he ignored you. At least tried to. There were times over the years where he was alone, he thought about what you were doing. If you were happy and what you would be when you graduate.

He never had you for any classes up until his 3rd time around. When he saw you walk into class his heart rate shot up. Then you fell and he just had to help you.

Everything changed for him then. Now knowing who you were made it harder to ignore you now.

So he called you. He could tell you were nervous and he actually liked that he could do that to you. He wonder how long you've had a crush on him.

Eddie was no dummy when it came to telling if girls were into him. Yeah sure high school girls avoided him. But there were a few older women who liked having a tumble with a young buck now and again. A few Mrs Robinson liked how different and wild looking he was. Not that it ever ended in a relationship though. He was just having fun. But he really wasn't expecting you to like him.

You. Girl with a ten year plan. You. Who was sure to be valedictorian. You. With the bright future ahead of you.

Why on earth would you have a crush on him?

So clearly out of curiosity, he made up an excuse to talk to you. But then when you said that you didn't think he was a freak. It was his turn to get nervous. And when Eddie got nervous, he would not for the love of God shut up.

So he talked and talked. He wasn't really talking about anything important or anything that seemed coherent to others other than his friends. But you listened, and you laughed at his jokes. Every once in a while he would let you get a few words in. He honestly felt bad for being a chatty Cathy. But for some reason or another he liked hearing you laugh. He liked hearing your soft voice on the other end of the line.

Before he knew it he was sitting on the floor in his kitchen jibber jabbing away. He wasn't so nervous anymore and the conversation just flowed. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this comfortable.

Then you yawned. He looked at the time and felt so bad for keeping you awake. So he said good night. He smiled happily and thought about you until he fell asleep.

...

The rest of the week was something. You so looked forward to seeing Eddie much more now. Talking to him. Going over the scene. He still made you nervous. And your heart was continuously pounding when you were around him. He even called every night. This time letting you go to bed at a decent hour. Even though you could never fall asleep after. You thought of him constantly. When you would finally fall asleep you would dream about that beautiful man.

It was Friday and Eddie was in his usual Friday attire he wore for the past 2 years. Tight black jeans with a hole in the knee and his Hellfire shirt with the leather jacket and Dio vest. He always looked so good on Fridays. You loved Fridays. Something about his bandanna and chained wallet with his Hellfire shirt always did it for you. He was so incredibly sexy. The thoughts that ran through your mind every Friday were anything but innocent.

You guys were in the auditorium after lunch watching other students do their scene for Mrs. Adler. After three or four pairs went up it was yours and Eddie's turn. You had brought a pair of roller skates for the scene. You weren't the best at skating but you practiced all week. You put them on while Eddie gave Mrs Adler the lines for the ice rink attended.

" Okay Mrs Adler. Y/n and I will be doing a scene from the movie Rocky. I'm Rocky of course and y/n will be playing Adrian. If you could read the lines for us please."

' Okay Mr Munson. Let's see what you two got. But don't do the accents."

Eddie nodded and then came back to you.

" Ready?"

You nodded taking a deep breath. Slowly letting it out.

"Hey it's okay. You'll be great." He leaned in and whispered. " I promise I won't let you fall."

Eddie's words and smile made you feel less anxious. But then he kept the smile on and the way he looked at you was agonizing. You felt your cheeks run hot and your palms started to sweat. This was gonna be harder than you thought.

(Eddie)

Looks quiet, y'know.

(You)

I think it's closed.

(Eddie)

I think mebbe we're early or somethin' --

(Mrs Adler)

Hey, whatta ya doin' here -- we're closed... Yo, we're closed!

(Eddie)

Are ya closed to the General Public or to just everybody?

The class laughed

(Mrs. Adler)

Hey, the rink is empty 'cause we're closed -- ya ain't allowed in here so do me a favor an' not stay here.

(Eddie)

Wait here, gotta smooth this guy out.

(You)

We could go somewhere else an' --

Eddie walked up to the front of the stage and addressed Mrs Adler.

(Mrs Adler)

Yo, pal, what's with you -- The place ain't operatin'g

(Eddie)

Listen, I gotta problem. This girl ain't feelin' well, y'know -- The doctor says she should exercise, y'know once in awhile an' ice skatin' is the best thing --

(Mrs. Alder)

This a con?

(Eddie)

Look at her, ya can see she ain't feelin' good -- needs a few minutes exercise --

(Mrs Adler)

Few minutes?

(Eddie)

Ten minutes.

(Mrs Adler)

Ten minutes for ten dollars.

(Eddie)

Yeah, give 'er the blades.

Eddie came back to you and grabbed your hand smiling at you. He pulled you along to skate while he walked by you. When he let go of your hand you started.

(You)

Aren't you skating?

(Eddie)

Ain't skated since I was fifteen -- That's when I started fightin' -- gotta watch the ankles. Yeah, fightin' use to be tops with me, but no more. All I wanted to prove was I weren't no bum -- That I had the stuff to make a good pro.

(You)

And you never got the chance?

(Mrs Adler yell)

Nine minutes!

Your classmates laughed again.

(Eddie)

Hey, I ain't cryin'... I still fight. Kinda do it like a hobby. See I'm a natural southpaw an' most pugs won't fight a southpaw 'cause we mess up their timin' an' look awkward -- Southpaw means lefthanded... But I guess in the long run things probably worked out for the best, right?

(You)

But you never had a chance to prove yourself.

(Eddie)

Absolutely.

(Mrs Adler)

Eight minutes!

The audience laughed again. You were skating circles around the stage with Eddie slightly jogging next to you. Suddenly you pretend to slip and Eddie broke your fall. The way he grabbed you made you blush again. But then it made you fully aware of your weight. You swallowed the lump that was building in your throat. You didn't want to mess up the scene.

(Eddie)

Ah..I just dislocated my finger

(You)

Ohh!

(Mrs Adler)

Seven minutes!

(Eddie)

It ain't your fault -- I originally done it in the Baby Crenshaw fight.

Eddie took out his wallet and opened it. He showed you a picture of him and his mom. He was so little. Such a cute chubby baby. You wanted to grab it and look at it closer. His mom was beautiful. She had the same hair and the same eyes as him. You smiled. But you had to talk to yourself to stop getting distracted by him .

(Eddie continued)

That's me fightin' Big Baby Crenshaw -- Big Baby was the size of an airplane an' I broke my hands on his head -- I lost, but it's a nice picture, don't ya think?

(Mrs Adler)

Six!

You started skating a little faster causing Eddie to speed up and he pretends to nearly fall.

(Eddie)

See, I ain't graceful, y'know -- I don't move good -- Stink as a dancer too -- But I can really swat, I hit hard, real hard, but I'm a southpaw an' nobody wants to fight a southpaw! -- Havin' a good time?

You nodded actually nervous at the question. Yes you were having a great time. This actually felt like a date. A very public date.

(Eddie)

Y'know how I got started in the fight racket?

(You)

By accident?

(Mrs Adler)

Three minutes.

(Eddie)

Yeah -- My ol' man who was never the sharpest told me - I weren't born with much brain so I better use my body.

For the first time, you laughed. Making Eddie grin like crazy. Then those butterflies started to flutter in your stomach.

(Eddie)

What's funny?

(You)

My mother told me just the opposite. She said, 'You weren't born with much of a body so you'd better develop your brain.'

(Mrs Adler)

Time!

The amount of applause was unexpected. It was weirdly exciting and loud. You came to a rolling stop and Eddie grabbed your hand and pulled you closer to him making you lose your balance. He quickly grabbed you. But you were too heavy and made him fall. With you landing right next to him.

All you could hear was that laugh again. But it wasn't a laugh with you. More like laughing at you.

Eddie jumped right back up. "Shit y/n! I'm so sorry!"

He tried to help you up but you slipped. When you landed on the ground again this time your whole body jiggled.

You glanced at Eddie and he looked horrified. Tears filled your eyes as the laughing got louder. You turned away pulling off the skates and took off.

"Mr Munson go find her." Mrs Adler said trying to calm the class down and proceeded to call the next duo.

Eddie picked up the skates, then grabbed your shoes and your book bag.

" Oh Mr Munson. I want you guys to do another scene. Gonna need Miss L/n to have more lines. May I suggest Rocky 3. The argument on the Beach."

Eddie nodded and left.

He looked everywhere but he didn't find you. He felt so bad. He didn't mean to make you fall. Shit he promised that he wouldn't. But he most definitely didn't mean to make you cry.

He didn't know your schedule so he waited in the parking lot to see you come out. But you just up and disappear.

...

You ran to your locker and pulled out your tennis shoes. You dawned them on and went to your comfort place. The library. You went to the very back to your favorite spot to read. It was a small nook you found your freshman year. You go there just to study and listen to music or read. It was secluded. That's how you liked it. You really didn't have a lot of friends. None really that close anyway. You didn't have time. You always find yourself alone with a book more often than not. The characters you read about were the closest thing you had to real friends. So all your feelings were kept to yourself. You balled your eyes out until the bell rang. You hurried to your locker once again to grab an extra note pad and pencil.

You finished out the day leaving out the back of the school and walked home crying again. When you got home you went straight to your room and put on the baggiest clothes you could find. You took off your contacts and put on your glasses. Looking at yourself in the full body mirror in the corner of the room after. You felt so ugly. So... fat. The look on Eddie's face made you feel even worse.

It was a look that was similar to how others looked at you. A look that made you feel so gross. You had hoped to have never seen that in his fawn-like eyes. But you did and now you would always have that seared into your memory.

Why would Eddie Munson be any different? Why would he look at you in any way other than a fat loser? Why couldn't anyone see past your exterior and see you? Why couldn't Eddie see you how you've always seen him?

You laid in your bed and turned to face the wall. Tears fell over the bridge of your nose down to your pillow and smudged your glasses. You hate this. Hated being such an emotional person. Hate that no matter how many times you tell yourself that you are perfect the way that you are, that you still felt like you would never be good enough. Not a good enough student, not a good enough daughter, and not a good enough to be anyone's girlfriend. Just plain not good enough.

After many tears you must have fallen asleep when your brother knocked on the door and let himself in.

" Hey book worm. Get up."

You groaned. " Ugh! What do you want booger?"

" You have a visitor."

You sat up and took off your glasses to clean them. After you put them on and looked at your brother.

" Visitor? I don't-"

You cut yourself off when Eddie emerged from the hallway.

"Hey." He smiled

"H-Hey."

" Kiddo it's almost 5 o'clock." Your brother said leaving you and Eddie alone.

Shit he couldn't be here when your parents got home from work.

You quickly got up from the bed and took off your glasses.

" How did you know where I live?" You asked not looking at him. Not like you could really see him anyway.

" Uhh I asked around. Are you okay?"

Eddie sounded worried.

" Yes I'm fine."

" Look I'm sorry I made you fall." He said stepping closer to you.

" It's okay I just lost my balance."

He stepped closer. I'm still really sorry. I never meant to make you cry."

" You didn't...It wasn't you."

" Then why did-"

" Munson it's okay. You don't have to do this. I really am fine now."

There was an awkward silence for a second before Eddie started talking again.

" Hey I didn't know you wore glasses."

" Umm. Yeah... sometimes..."

" ...Put them on yeah?"

You looked up at him and his face was just a blur. You pressed your lips together and put them on. You could see him clearly now and he was grinning.

" Better?"

You gave him a small smile." Y-yes."

"Good. You know you look good with glasses."

You blushed. Was he flirting?

"Are-are you saying I don't look good without them?"

" No. No." He quickly reiterated still with a smile. " You look good either way."

"Umm thanks."

Fuck why did you have to smile at me like that?

" So uhh. I brought your stuff. I thought maybe you might need it."

Eddie held out your things and you reached out and took them. The way this man looked at you could bring you to your knees. That look from earlier was nowhere in sight. It was almost as if he was undressing you with his eyes.

Of course you got nervous again and felt the heat rise from your chest.

You can't look at me like that.

" Uhh thank you." You grabbed your things and turned around setting them on the bed.

" So uhhh. This is your room."

You smiled and turned around. Eddie wasn't looking at you anymore. His eyes roamed around your room.

Eddie liked your room. It wasn't too girly or too pink. He admired all you posters of the same bands he liked. He especially liked the Einstein poster with his tongue sticking out.

He looked over your art desk. It was filled with drawings and comic strips that you drew. You got so much better since 5th grade.

His eyes finally settled on your trophy case. Shelves filled with second place trophies and silver medals.

"I know you have first place trophies. Where are they?"

" They're in the den...my uhh parents thought that they would look better to company without these next to them."

Eddie was sad all of a sudden. He normally didn't judge people before meeting them. But what you just said. He figured your parents were dicks.

"What about this one?" Eddie said grabbing a small frame.

He couldn't help his grin when he saw two familiar looking faces in the short comic. You would probably be embarrassed about him seeing it. But he was completely flattered. The comic was of a guy who looked strikingly similar to him being saved from a dragon by a princess. That princess looking alot like you. It was honestly really cute.

You tried to grab it." Oh. That's nothing."

Eddie pulled away still looking at it. " No. It says you got first place in the Hawkins Post comic contest."

" Uhhh" you tried to grab it again. This time he turned to face you and looked down to you. " Yeah it was just a joke."

He could see how red you got and smirked to himself. You had to be the most beautiful person in Hawkins with all that red in your cheeks.

He finally handed the frame back. " It should be out with the others."

You moved away and put it in your desk drawer. You didn't say anything. You couldn't. Eddie Munson was in your room. Looking at your things. Never in a million years did you think this would happen.

Eddie noticed you were a bit nervous and it made him feel good. Yeah you definitely had a crush on him.

"So umm what are you doing for the rest of the day?"

"I-"

" Hey egg head. Mom and dad are gonna be here in ten minutes." Your brother said appearing in your door way.

" Yeah. Got it butt munch."

Eddie chuckled at your small banter with your brother.

Once he left you were quiet. Eddie understood what was going on. He had to leave before they got there. It was something sort of a routine he had all his life. But at least this time instead of climbing out the window. He could use the front door. This is why he parked down the street. Why he always parked far away. No one wants to be seen with the freak.

" Umm Eddie...I'm sorry. But I'm not allowed to have company without a written request."

That seemed like a joke. But by your tone he knew you weren't kidding.

This was different. He never wanted to be in this type of situation before. Normally he would get what he wanted and bolt before the husband got home.

This was different. He wanted to stay. He wanted to spend time with you. Maybe even make it up to you for causing you to fall.

" I uhh yeah. Sorry. I know I'm not any parents first choice in a friend." He said nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Friends? We're friends?

" No...it's not that. It's just... they're really stricked when it comes to me. So much so that it's exhausting."

" I'm sorry."

You gave him a thin lip smile. " Don't be. I umm....I would like it if you stayed. But-"

"I parked down the street." He blurted. Not really knowing why he said it.

" What? Why?"

" I uhhh figured my van was an eye sore. Don't want to bring property values down."

Your brow furrowed. "No. Your van is cool. If anything it improves the cookie cut out, sea of beige."

He smiled again. Did you really think he was something other than what others thought he was? Could you really be this nice?

Eddie had to leave. He should leave. He knew that if he stayed things might get a bit messy. Not just with your parents. But with you.

"I'm gonna go. I don't want to get you in trouble."

Your heart sank. You really didn't want him to go. But he was right. If he stayed, your parents would shit a brick.

" Okay." Was all you could say.

Eddie walked to the door but stopped.

" Can I call you later?"

Your heart fluttered. " S-sure."

" Cool...talk to you later sweetheart."

When he left you sat on the bed.

Eddie Munson thinks you look good with glasses.

What was he thinking? Did he know what effect he had on you? Was he flirting? If he was, why? Why on earth would he flirt with you?

Eddie was so sweet for bringing your stuff. And the fact that he didn't freak out when he saw the comic made you think he liked you.

But no that couldn't be it. Eddie was just a nice guy. He had always been. It was nice to know that he knew you existed now. But that wasn't enough. You wanted more. You wanted him.

" Hey loser."

You looked up and your brother was there again.

" Hey."

" Eddie Munson huh?"

You half smiled at his name. " Yeah. He's my partner in theater. He was just dropping off my stuff."

"Mom and dad are gonna freak out if they knew you were friends."

" We're not friends. Just working together." You said with a touch of sadness in your tone.

" You like him huh?"

You furrowed your brow again and bit your bottom lip, shaking your head.

" Don't lie. You do....But you know what I think?"

You shook your head again.

" I think he would be good for you. He's a really good guy. I know what people say about him. But he's totally cool. At least when I went to school with him he was."

"Yeah?"

" Yeah... Mom and dad won't like it. But you should totally hang out with him more."

" How am I supposed to do that?"

Your brother chuckled. " You're smart. You'll figure it out."

With that said he left. Could you actually be Eddie's friend?

You didn't know. But you were gonna try. You just hoped maybe Eddie wouldn't mind you trying to get close.

...

When Eddie got back in his van all he could think about was how your parents would react if he stayed. He really wanted to stay. Especially when he saw how badly your foot and ankle was bruised. He knew that didn't happen today but it must not have helped falling again.

He wanted to massage it for you and talk to you like he had all week. Whatever it was that you were doing to him, he liked it. Obviously you like what he was doing to you. However, it wasn't like sexual. Well maybe a little. But he felt like he missed so much these past years and he wanted to catch up.

When he got home he put on Rocky three and started writing out the script for you two. The scene was a very emotional one. He had hoped it wouldn't be too much for you. Especially the kiss at the end.

Should he? Would you want to? Would it be too much too fast? Whatever was brewing in him, he knew he had to take things slow. He wasn't sure how to proceed with the new found feelings for you. So he decided to see what you wanted to do first.

Once the scene was written out, he sat back and watched the rest of the movie. Though the movie was incredibly cheesy. He liked it. He liked the relationship Adrian and Rocky had. It made him want something that real. Sure he was young and there was plenty of time for all that. Still, he liked the idea of building a strong relationship like that. Loving someone as deeply as Rocky loved Adrian. Someone who sees him and doesn't shy away. Someone who tells him like it is. Who isn't afraid of what others think?

From the looks of it, that someone might be, could be you. Maybe he just wanted you to be. Either way he wanted to see if there was something there.

Because though he was slightly afraid to admit it, he liked you.

His thinking continued. His thoughts were invaded by your laugh, your smile, your soft voice, the sweet scent of your perfume. He smiled to himself wondering.

Maybe

...

@salenorona23 @b-irock

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pileofpawns · 4 months

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Hello, my name is Turtle Johnson. I make posts so good, that I bring back the dead.

Hiya, this is my introduction post! The bit above is just a reference to the Super Ghostbusters album by Vargskelethor - You can actually call me Plum! I’m your local turtle girl who likes to talk about silly stuff on the internet.

About me:

she/her pronouns please, though I don’t mind they/them or any turtle-themed neopronouns

You can default to feminine language when referring to me but I honestly don’t care what gendered language you use! I might not be a guy but you can call me one if it’s funny.

I am a cisgender woman

I am white

I am disabled in the physical (mitral valve prolapse, frequent disabling headaches), neurodevelopmental (ADHD), mental illness (dermatillomania, major depressive disorder), and sensory (myopia, ADHD, misophonia) departments. (wow, all four!) I’m only sharing my specific disabilities here because I feel comfortable doing so and want people to have context when I talk about them.

I’m aroace! (More specifically, sapphic-oriented bold stripe aroace. No romantic or sexual attraction whatsoever but women sure are pretty.)

I am alterhuman and a scalie! My scalesona and main kintype is a three-toed box turtle.

I do not subscribe to online discourse and therefore do not have a “DNI” list. However, I do block freely. I kindly ask that discourse be kept out of this blog. I’m a strict inclusionist and if you think things like queer microlabels, self-diagnoses, and endogenic systems are invalid and/or inherently harmful, I suggest you think about why and do some research on the subject(s).

About the blog:

I primarily post about my many interests and fandoms (see the list below). I also post the occasional art piece I make, talk about queerness, disability, and alterhumanity, and make a lot of nonsensical shitposts.

I try to keep this blog accessible as possible but it is by no means perfect. I typically won’t add include image descriptions to things I’m reblogging (I’m currently trying to get into the habit of tagging these as “undescribed” or “no ID” but the vast majority aren’t), but I do usually add IDs to my original posts. I tag common triggers (usually without a preface of “cw” or “tw”) such as blood, violence, and food. If you ever need me to tag something or make any other accessibility related changes to my blog please let me know!!

I tag pretty much all posts I make, including reblogs, with the type of post (#reblog, #plum rambles, #plum shitposts, #plums art), as well as content warnings, ships, fandoms, and characters when applicable.

There will never be explicit adult content and nothing suggestive beyond like. me laughing at “pe🅱️is” or admiring the general concept of boobs, and even that’s rare. I keep things SFW but be aware that despite my aroace-ness I am still an immature teenager.

Some things I like:

Turtles!!

Art, especially drawing and various crafts

Dungeons & Dragons

Magic the Gathering (casually)

Sonic the Hedgehog

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Usagi Yojimbo

Tales from the Stinky Dragon

SpongeBob SquarePants

Rhythm games

YouTube Poops (YTPs)

My Little Pony (G4 + G3)

Game Changer + Make Some Noise (Dropout shows)

South Park - I’m not very active in the fandom anymore aside from interacting with my fandom mutuals but I was very hyperfixated on it a while back

Other sites:

I post my writing to ao3 under Pile Of Pawns

You can talk to me on discord @ pickledplums (if you send a friend request please tell me who you are if I wouldn’t already know)

Sometimes I put things on YouTube @ pickledplums

The name of my blog as well as the title of this post are references to the Super Ghost Busters album by Vargskelethor. It’s very funny and I highly recommend you check it out. My URL is practically meaningless now but it was meant to be a reference to my main persona (and the other similar characters I had made) at the time, who looks like a chess pawn.

For reference, the character in my icon is my turtlesona, Tir! You can find more art of her under the tag #tir the tortle.

Thank you for reading, and enjoy your stay!

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#intro post #(version two: the sequel)#plum rambles #gif #fast gif

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a-shakespearean-in-paris · 7 months

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To 10 Games

Thanks so much for the tag @thevikingwoman! In no particular order and no particular criteria. Just games that have meant a lot to me for one reason or the other over the years.

tagging @wintersongstress @muses-circle @elveny @alyssalenko and anyone else. I have no clue who is here anymore, lol.

1. Resident Evil 4

Though I love the remake and plan on replaying it soon, the original has to be on this list for not only being nostalgic, but just for being a big staple of my time in high school. I played this game way after it released, but it was such a fun escape when I needed it. Ada and Leon were the first couple I really shipped and their dynamics still appear in my writing today, even subtly. honestly I think it's also fair to say Ada also taught me how to flirt. lol.

2. Kingdom Hearts.

This was the first game I played where the story impacted me enough for me to cry at the end. Yes it’s not exactly great and it’s very cheesy and weird, but I feel the need to include it because this was the game that made me realize how impactful the medium of games could be in terms of storytelling.

3. Dragon Age

I’m sure you knew this would be on here! I’ve spoken so much about it, but let it suffice to say it got me back into writing and now I’m a much better writer because of the things I’ve learned and developed along the way! Will give the edge to Inquisition over Origins on this one, but I feel like a lot of people don't know how much I replayed origins, and in fact played it all the way back when it first came out.

4. Tomb Raider Anniversary

Been thinking about these games a lot recently. I do love the remakes but I have to say I’m partial to this Lara, of Legend and Anniversary variety. She likes adventures and history and she explores and goes to cool locations, and at a time in my life where I was just starting to realize how much travel means to me, I got to vicariously travel. I also think these games are a good blend of puzzle, exploration, and action.

5. Red Dead Redemption 2

This was the game that solidified my feelings that story telling in games not only rivals that of other mediums, but sometimes can even overtake it. Playing RDR2 feels like reading a long epic novel where the characters become your best friends by the end.

6. Last of Us

It would feel weird not to have this game on here because I truly think it is one of the best games that has ever been made. I just like to pretend the sequel doesn’t exist. Cough.

7. Assassins Creed 2

I love so many of these games—odyssey is definitely up there as well but I have to give this one to 2. I played it when I was 16 after coming home from Europe for the first time and enjoyed the hell out of running around Florence after I had been there. I did also have fun playing odyssey again after being in Greece. Couldn’t find the place I jumped from in Paros I was so sad.

8. Okami

This game is very much pure nostalgia. beautiful cell shaded animation and compelling use of Japanese mythology.

9. Mass Effect 2

I don't quite love ME as much as Dragon age due to my own preference for fantasy/medieval, but I love 2 for where it took the story/characters. Overall, ME is one of the few, if only, pieces of SciFi media I like.

10. Witcher 3

If you put a gun to my head and told me to name what I thought the best video game ever released was, I'd say Witcher 3. I have fond memories of playing this game while eating pizza in college. I also just love the animations for this game. In a time of "realism is the way" in video games, to me it's the more animated style that is much more timeless. (this is another reason I like Baldur's Gate right now)

#games #tagged

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tohisprettyc00l · 6 months

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Hello! I’m here for a toh oc matchup! I’m glad that ur open to writing them bcs I didn’t know if you’d be ok with any of that cuz I’m sure u have plenty of matchup requests lol

Ok so I can’t send pictures to u for some reason so I’m gonna do my best to describe my oc :’)

Oc’s name: Kai Maeverick Riverten

Species: Human

Tracks they’re in at hexide: Oracle and bard

Gender: Non-binary

Sexuality: Bisexual

Palisman: Female Cardinal

Age: 15

Likes: Puzzles, anime, video games, nature, music, daydreaming, riddles, escape rooms, magic, fantasy, sci-fi, cats, dogs, animals in general, cryptids, exploring abandoned buildings, collecting weird/antique objects, stuffed animals, zombie movies, Disney movies, space, playing the guitar, Gravity Falls, Amphibia, bad jokes, puns, sarcasm, shiny things, creepy stories, conspiracy theories, listening to missing person podcasts, true crime cases, Scooby Doo, Ghostbusters.

Kai has short black hair with a side cut with hair that was swept to the left, pale skin, dark purple eyebags, blue and hazel heterochromia, a sharp (ish?) jawline, a thin face with the slightest hint of cheek bones, and a round nose with a slight dent in it because of their square blue glasses that had a few tiny cracks in the frame.

Kai is kind of like Luz’s older sibling

Kai and their mom live with Camila after their mom divorced her dad, and has basically been Luz‘s childhood friend/sibling figure

Kai is usually very quiet and never really speaks, but whenever they do their usually saying something sarcastic or smug, but they’re secretly very kind and compassionate towards people they are close to (such as Luz)

Kai loves Luz like a sister, but also resents her because people in the demon realm always seem to prefer her over them

Kai usually hangs out with Hooty a lot since they’re both attention deprived, and once Lilith came along, they became a trio instead of a duo

Eda prefers Luz over Kai, which is another reason why they hang out with Lilith a lot, because she doesn’t play favorites

Kai is the more pessimistic one, and always focuses on the negative instead of a positive

Kai is also an over thinker, constantly wondering if Luz doesn’t need them anymore because of her new friends or if everybody secretly hates them

The reason why Kai doesn’t have any friends in the human realm was because of their interest in true crime and missing person cases, everybody found it weird and creepy when they were just interested in it

Kai is good at giving advice and helping people

Kai is extremely selfless and doesn’t focus on their own well-being that often

Kai’s father was abusive towards them, which is why their mother divorced him

Kai loves studying things about the Boiling Isles, which is what they do most of the time since nobody really hangs out with them

Kai has insomnia

Kai likes exploring the Boiling Isles with portable Hooty

I hope this wasn’t too much info/not enough info for ya! I don’t wanna overwhelm you :)

I match them with: Willow Park!

-Willow would solve puzzles with them.

-Obv with them liking nature and her liking plants and all that.

-Also to expand on that last one of liking nature not only does she like plants she loves animals of all types.

-Girl collects stuff animals.

-Okay I'm sorry that I keep bringing my ships into this but I ship huntlow, so I guess she just has a thing for Luz's older siblings.

-Idk why and canon literally disproves this in a way but I feel like Willow gravitates toward quiet people. (I know she is best friends with Luz and Gus 2 outgoing people but trust me on this one-)

-Willow treats Kai and Luz on the same level ( Okay she's Kai's girlfriend in this but she doesn't favor one in general yk?)

-Willow would reassure them, bro. She is literally known for being the person who cheers her friends up, I think it's called mom friend but I really don't know.

-If you don't have at least one "weird" interest you can't be friends with Willow actually.

-Honestly, they both seem to have their own problems but focus on others. So they just go in a circle of trying to help each other overcome their problems while not fixing their own.

-She would try to help them with their insomnia.

-Also I might be misremembering but (excluding Lilith) of all the characters who talk about Hooty she's the nicest. She makes one off-handed comment. So she'd be able to get along with Hooty.

I hope you like this! Sorry, it took so long also I didn't proofread this so I'm SO sorry if I misgendered them by accident tell me if I did so I can fix it.

#toh x reader #the owl house x reader #willow toh x reader #willow park x reader #willow x reader #toh matchups

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summerwritesfics · 6 months

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🌎For As Long As You Rule

Pairing: Raiden/Kuai Liang Length: 991 Words Rating: Teen Warnings: Royalty AU, Prince!Raiden, Bodyguard!Kuai Liang, Fluff, Nervousness, Exclamations of undying loyalty, Kuai Liang: Raiden I will follow you to the ends of the Earth, Raiden: … Okay, Raiden is very new to the royalty thing and very flutersturd by his handsome bodyguard’s loyalty

Meanwhile In Another Universe Masterlist

Notes: Liu Kang: And Scorpion and Raiden are training together…

Me: Oh my god… they’re training together…

Hey, I can ship Kuai Liang with people who aren’t complete and utter bastards, how about that? :) I honestly don’t know how I should be tagging Kuai Liang on this site anymore (or Bi-Han for that matter), but I think how I’m gonna do it is for things that are specifically based off MK1 (like this fic, given Kuai is called Scorpion by Raiden in it) I’m gonna include both the Sub Zero and Scorpion tags on them, just so people know which timeline I’m drawing from.

Raiden gave a frustrated sigh. He just could not figure out how the pearls on this stupid headdress were supposed to fall. He was sure they were supposed to cascade down in layers but they kept getting tangled every time he tried to put it on. I need to get this right. In a few hours, he was due to make his first public appearance as a royal, he didn’t want to go out before his kingdom’s inhabitants and look like he had no idea what he was doing.

Granted, he genuinely didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t want anyone to know that.

There was a gentle knock on the door, before a voice called “Prince Raiden?”

“Come in Scorpion- Kuai Liang- Scop- Dammit-” he stumbled on his own words, wincing as the other man entered the room. “Sorry. What exactly would you prefer I call you?”

“Just Kuai Liang is fine, your majesty,” Kuai replied as he closed the door behind him. He had a trey in his hands with a teapot and a cup. “I thought you may enjoy some green tea to calm your nerves.”

“That’s… really appreciated. Thank you Kuai Liang.” Raiden took the headdress off his head, deciding he could deal with it later. Right now, he wanted tea. “And you don’t have to call me your majesty, just Raiden is fine.”

“My pleasure, your- ah. Raiden.” Kuai bowed slightly and put the tray of tea down. “I apologise, I should have realised this must be very strange for you, and done better to accommodate.”

“What? No, no, you’ve been fine.” He shook his head rapidly, feeling terrible that he’d made Kuai feel his efforts were in any way inadequate. “Believe me, you have been the only thing keeping me grounded this last week.” He sighed and looked at that stupid headdress again. “I mean, on Monday I was just some orphan farm kid named Raiden, and today I’m Lei Gong, missing Prince of Earthrealm.” His eyes flicked up to the mirror. The person looking back was him, but at this point he wasn’t sure if he was Raiden or Lei Gong. “It’s uh… been a bit to take in, if I’m being honest.”

“I understand, if it makes you feel better, I think you’ve handled everything extremely gracefully so far.” Kuai reached forward to the teapot, pouring the brown liquid out into the cup. Once done, he offered the cup to Raiden. “I doubt many people could handle such news.”

“I don’t know, I keep feeling like I’m doing everything wrong somehow,” he admitted, taking a sip of the tea. He blinked a few times. Wow, this is really good tea. As if being his voice of reason wasn’t enough, Kuai was also a wizard of the brewing arts, apparently. “Every time I open my mouth around the castle nobles, I feel like they’re judging me.”

Kuai clicked his tongue, “unfortunately, the nobles are…” He paused for a long time, eyes squinting like he was trying to think of a suitable word. Raiden didn’t push him, just sipped his tea and waited patiently. Kuai’s face finally dropped, seemingly admitting defeat with himself before deadpan stating “they’re snobs, Raiden.”

Raiden almost spat his tea out from laughter. Partially because it had taken Kuai so long to land on the word “snob”, and partially because of how matter of fact he’d been about it. I mean, he isn’t wrong, they do seem to be snobs.

“Well, I’m glad that’s an opinion we share,” he replied with as cheeky a grin as he could manage. Triumph welled in his chest when Kuai gave him a wry smile in return. “Still, I need to figure out how to win them over soon, otherwise Lord Liu Kang’s plans for me to take the throne are going to fall flat before they even start.”

“I can help you with the nobles,” Kuai offered, “I may not be one myself, but I’ve been around enough of them to know how they speak.”

“In that case could you take a look at my speech for later?” Raiden asked, trying to not sound too desperate or feel like he was taking advantage of the offer. “I think it’s okay, but an extra pair of eyes would be appreciated.”

“I would be more than happy to.” Kuai gave a little bow as he spoke, before straightening up and placing a hand on Raiden’s bicep. Raiden tried to suppress the high pitched whine from the back of his throat. “Even if the nobles are not sure about you currently, I have no doubt they will come around. Even in this short time we have known each other, I can tell your heart is pure. For as long as you rule, I will follow you, Prince Raiden.”

Raiden’s mind was overloaded. He was certain his entire face had to be red at this point given how hot it felt, and tears welling in his eyes. On one hand, he was genuinely touched, that was one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to him. Kuai had such earnest belief in him, it made him want to do his best, even if it was just for him. On the other hand? His heart was racing and it was very hard to deny why it was doing that.

He was developing a crush on his new bodyguard.

He had no idea what to do with that realisation.

“Thank you,” he just about managed to croak out. If Kuai realised what was going on with him, he didn’t say anything. Raiden was thankful for that.

Silently, he reached across for the piece of paper he had written his speech on, and passed it to Kuai Liang. He took it without question, and began scanning the document. Raiden watched him, feeling nervous but excited for this new partnership between them.

I won’t let you down, Kuai Liang.

#mortal kombat #kuai liang #sub zero #scorpion #raiden #kuaiden #🌎meanwhile in another universe

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Addressing the Ana situation, tw for mentions of Dreammare and by proxy proshipping but it is NOT the main issue though I will address it as much as need be.

This is not a callout post, this is an explanation of recent events and an inquiry on generally what the fuck is going on. Something has happened between me and @letsatomicbanana. I became aware of this via an anonymous ask. Said ask will be linked later on. The following is a paraphrasing of my explanation last time, edited to be more accurate and clear:

Found out yesterday that someone who I and Ana supported for seemingly a long time and someone I’ve seen Ana reblog from several times support Dreammare and are in some way proshippers, which I personally am not ok with, find triggering, and consider to make someone not worthy of support anymore.(I will address arguments one might immediately have regarding dreammare and debunk a common misconception later on. It is not currently important.)

The individuals in question are @/dreemurr-skelememer and @/syxadel. I have been a massive fan of the former individual for a long time, but had no idea that they supported this stuff. Apparently it was public knowledge, but I had never come across it and I wasn’t sure Ana had either considering he asked for proof, which I couldn’t give him as I desired not to go digging for potentially triggering material, but I told him about what I saw that tipped me off.

What tipped me off was a positive response from Kia (dreemurr) to a piece depicting the aforementioned ship that was made by syxadel. I’ve never followed syxadel, let alone been to their blog, I have only ever seen their art get reblogged by some people, most notably Ana. Upon further research their profile literally says “Dreammare inc” so uh- yeah this was very public knowledge. Now that I know this, I have a new perspective on how Ana responded to my messages. Ana’s never been much into shipping and he expresses having a misconception regarding the characters in our discussion. After elaborating on things and asking him not to support these people, he did not respond at all. Thing is, the whole conversation I just described to you is in the comments of a post of mine and publicly available, so you can go read it for yourself. For good measure, I’ve taken screenshots:

May I note that I do say something that is not true, corrupted and passive Nightmare are not the same person, I found that out upon further research this morning. But this does not silence my point. I will get there, I promise, but Dreammare is NOT the current issue. I am getting to the point now.

This would not be a massive issue if it stopped here, but here’s where it gets to the point of me needing to make this goddamn post in the first place.

This morning I received the aforementioned anonymous ask, and responded to it with the thoughts and information I had at the time, which wasn’t as much as I have now.

Apparently, Ana has been talking about me and this situation in the Ink Sans fan club discord server completely behind my back. And apparently, he was saying things that made people upset at me, upset to the point of the asker being afraid to attach their name to caring about me.(Also unfollowed me but less of a big deal.) What the fuck could he possibly be saying??? And why would he say it? Sure I’m a little annoying, one could argue even pushy in the previous thread, but like- is that worthy of such things?

I want to know what he said and why he said it, word for word. If anyone in the server sees this, please send me screenshots, I have a right to know what is being said about me and what potential misinformation is being spread.

This whole situation is honestly incredibly surprising, terrifying, and heartbreaking to me. Because this seems wildly out of character for Ana. I have always known and observed Ana as a calm, kind, level-headed person who actively speaks out against problematic misuse of media when he sees it, not someone who would ever do something like this. Hell, just yesterday morning he participated in a discussion and was very level-headed and reasonable. More than I was, to be entirely honest.

And honestly by biggest fear is that there are no lies at all, and that I’ve genuinely done something wrong to piss him off. That all the messy situations that have led to my own personal growth have piled up and tumbled over all over again. That my loud personality has made another person see me as unlikeable.

But if that is the case, I want to hear about it. I’m still not mad at Ana, I am just so, so confused and feel betrayed (if he’s lying, that is, but even if not, still- tell me things). If he has a problem with me, I’d like for him to say it to my face. Not because I believe venting to others is “cowardly” or anything, or because I want to argue or fight, but because I want to know what’s wrong with me so that I can improve. I want to know what I’ve done wrong so I can do better in the future. Hell, I added a segment of my intro post that actively encourages people to call me out and tell me when I’ve done something wrong. Sure, my initial responses to criticism aren’t always very good, much like many people, but rest assured, if you actually have a point (and people usually do), I’ll take it to heart and likely apologize (though I am actively working on trying to respond right the first time).

I do not think Ana is the Devil. Nor do I think he is (though I fear he may be,) two-faced. I’m more wondering what I did to piss off an angel this badly. And how I can change so that I don’t do it again.

I just want answers and screenshots, that’s all I ask for.

Ana, if you see this, I’m @/ing you so you do,… I really do just wanna know what’s up and get it sorted out, I can’t handle being ghosted. And I really, really don’t appreciate what you’ve done, based on how it’s made others feel about me. Just tell me the truth.

Major update:

Screenshots have been received, I am not happy. Ana did in fact twist the situation to villainize me and misrepresent my behavior. He has also blocked me for some indiscernible reason, probably trying to cover his tracks because apparently he thinks he can just ignore the situation. A lot of the people in that server who witnessed him talk about me were people I believed I could trust but I no longer feel that way. Also several of them+Ana have admitted to being careless with who they support and use “but they’re one of my favorite creators 🥺” as an excuse to support incest apologists. Kia was one of my favorites too, too bad I actually have integrity and conviction in my beliefs.

I do not want to be these people’s friends, but I do want them to know the truth of what actually happened and maybe for them to, y’know, not hate my guts due to false claims. I cannot go anywhere on the Ink or Star Sans part of Tumblr without seeing these people and it is nerve wracking and I just want the assurance that they don’t have misapprehensions about me…

The only reason I approached Ana about this instead of just unfollowing him is because I considered him a friend. I thought I could trust him. I figured we were close enough for me to at least ask him to try and accommodate me. This wasn’t an attempt to push my opinions or beliefs, it was only me asking someone I viewed as trustworthy to consider me because I thought that I could. The only thing I will apologize for is making that misjudgment. Based on how Ana talks about me in the provided screenshots, it is clear he never viewed me as more than a follower and I apologize for getting the wrong idea, but it really hurts to have been swatted away like a pesky fly when I actually cared. I cared about Ana a lot, and to know he never cared as much is disappointing to say the least.

That doesn’t excuse his blatant misrepresentation of me and my posts, however.

In fact, he openly LIED about one of my posts. In the screenshots provided, he claimed that I “made an anti-Errorink post and tagged it as Errorink”, which I did NOT do. I know that that is bad etiquette, and would never do such a thing. The post he was referring to was actually a hypothetical excerpt of a poem or song depicting an ANGST PREMISE based around a qualm I usually have with how Errorink is presented. It was one-sided Errorink with Ink expressing frustration over Error putting up a very cruel tsundere act, NOT A HATE POST. An angst premise with inherent critique built in is NOT A HATE POST. That is a blatant misrepresentation that I very much fail to see as anything other than willful, but I will be willing to grant the benefit of the doubt and say that he might have misinterpreted.

I think that the most weird and damning thing about this is that he interacted with said post in a very measured and mature manner and never came to me with his qualms. He never communicated to ME what upset him and instead went off and blabbed in a PUBLIC SERVER behind my back to poison the well and ruin my ability to have a friend group in this corner of the community. He is behaving in a VERY two-faced manner and I won’t stand for it. I no longer desire to be Ana’s friend, nor anyone who sides with him, I just want everyone to know the truth. If you’re gonna hate me, hate the real me. Not Ana’s idea of me.

I just… I don’t feel like I deserve to have my reputation in my favorite part of this community ruined just because I tried to ask someone I thought was my friend for some consideration and make them aware of the situation. I literally just tried to say “hey friend, did you know this? It worries me, and I’d appreciate it if you could do something to accommodate me because I believe we’re close enough for me to ask that of you”. I don’t think that deserves what I got. I’m actively trying to be better and better every day, every mistake I make is a learning experience, it’s not like I stick by bad takes when I have them. I learn, I grow, I take advice, I don’t stick by shit ideologies if I’m wrong. Unlike some of the people they actively still support and forewent my friendship to do so.

I didn’t deserve this. I know I didn’t. And it hurts to be hurt so deeply for something so small.

Conclusion: June 8 2023

Ana has apologized for his behavior. He didn’t mean to do any of this to hurt me or anything. Our friendship is healing again.

That’s the gist. If you’re only interested in the story/already don’t support dreammare you can stop reading, the below section is just some clarification for those unsure/on the fence on the matter. I’ll keep it brief, otherwise signing off from here:

If you ship dreammare knowing and acknowledging full well that they are brothers/are a proshipper, kindly just leave and dni. I have no interest in changing your mind, you are too far gone. But for the people who believe in the misconception Ana has in the screenshots above/are on the fence due to the same misconception, I’m here to inform you that while corrupted and passive are separate people, corrupted still counts as Dream’s brother, according to Joku. Below the cut is a screenshot of her saying that point-blank. I hope this changes your mind. If not, oh well. Soda out.

Small edit: apparently pressing “expand” on auto-shortened longposts also automatically opens “read more” tabs so uh- there is no cut for those who see this on their dash.

#text post #regarding drama #serious post #important #tw inc*st #idk why the only popular iteration of that tag is censored #tw immoral shipping #tw dreammare

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ferperss · 23 days

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Loved reading your lore so thank you for the tag!! @sportsthoughts

I spent waaaay too much time writing this but once I started I felt like I couldn’t stop lmao, so I’m applauding anyone that gets through it!

The story of how I ended up where I am today is a long and winding road lmao. But I think I should start by prefacing with the fact that hockey has been a part of my life since I was born essentially. There are pictures of me on a pair of skates at around age 2 when my dad first tried to teach me! Then I played consistently from age 6 to 14 but quit when they wanted me to leave the “girls” team and play with the women because I was intimidated haha. Besides playing myself I’ve also spent many hours with my dad on the couch watching Sweden play in any and all kinds of tournaments, worlds, Olympics you name it, and since he never really rooted for any other team in Sweden or outside of it I just kind of slowly fell into that same thing. I knew there was a hockey league overseas that a lot of our own players were shipped off to but I never really had any interest in rooting for a team that wasn’t team Sweden at the time.

In the winter of 2014, I was at the ripe age of 15 and I did not play hockey anymore nor did I care about any teams really, but two of my best friends at the time became OBSESSED with this one junior player and kept talking about him. This man was none other than Thee Mr Willy Nylander himself. This led to the three of us obsessing over him and we watched him play in the world juniors over our winter break. It got to the point of us picking fights with people on twitter that said he was a bad player and really anyone that said anything negative about our Swedish players hahaha. We had a group chat named after him and everything. We eventually lost interest and forgot about him but this story is important because it comes back later.

Flash forward to May 2023! Before I entered my hockey era again I had an eight month long absolutely crushing obsession with the TV show 9-1-1 that was airing on Fox at the time (ABC now thank god, I still keep track) that came to a screeching halt when the season 6 finale aired and I hated it. I swore up and down that I was never ever going to watch that show again and now that the one thing I had been so fixated on for so long was gone I did not know what to do with myself. Which sounds so dramatic but honestly sometimes I don’t know who I am if I have nothing to obsess over. So naturally I needed entertainment and as I looked up through the haze of firefighters and network drama I found that the 2023 IIHF World Championship in Tampere and Riga was on! And I had no choice! There was hockey to be watched and I sure did watch it. Now, it did not go too well for the Swedish team last year, which is okay. But one thing that happened was the constant debate on wether Willy Nylander was going to join in. His brother was there and his teammate Timothy Liljegren also joined in. But there was no word on Willy himself. And it was all they talked about. He obviously did not end up joining but all the talk had made me nostalgic. And naturally I had to revisit the old object of obsession and see how he was doing over the Atlantic and turns out he was doing quite well indeed. And because I am a sucker for team dynamics and narratives (who could ever believe I studied film for five years) I desperately clung onto the Toronto Maple Leafs like my life depended on it. What I didn’t know was that these were also transformative times, and once I’d gotten into the team and the organization, I was bewildered when Kyle Dubas all of a sudden was going to another team??? How could that be?? The Penguins?? And that’s when I found my way to the Pittsburgh Penguins, the power of Dubas’ cardigans and Sidney Crosby’s fat ass gripped me and now I split my time between my equally cursed teams like they’re my divorced parents. And here we are.

Naturally there are a lot of nuances left out of here, I’ve covered the key points but I think that there are probably so many reasons that it was the perfect time for me to get into hockey again and here we are almost a year later and there’s no going back now!! I’m stuck here forever. And I would not have it any other way <3

This is the end of ramblings and I’ll say if there’s anything I love more than hockey, it’s being dramatic, and also I didn’t spell check this at all so if it’s not perfect I’m sorry (I’d love to blame it on English not being my first language but it’s the only subject I’ve always had straight A’s in so it’s not really applicable it’s just me being lazy)

#still need fo figure out how I’m tagging my personal stuff #I was going to use #not hockey just me #but that’s not really true in this case so I don’t know #tag games

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fgfluidity · 2 years

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sweater engie x reader oh please fg

you got it uwu

from my fall prompts sale

sun’s out, guns out

Summary: Why doesn’t he have sleeves?

Pairings: Engineer x Captain if you want

Warnings: none

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Scout shuttle to quadrant three, building supplies to initial touchdown site. First priority is food and water, deploy biologists and chemists to Station Prime for testing as soon as possible.

No, we're not naming it Seminal. We've been through too much for sophomoric jokes.

Been through hell.

When your head starts to twinge, a pained voice ringing in your ears, you sigh and take a sip of your cooling coffee. It's bitter-- apparently, it's much better that way than with any milk or sugar, if you even had any onboard the ship.

Something about it exacerbating the symptoms of cryosleep. Honestly, it couldn't be that terrible, comparably.

You lift your eyes from the console before you, hoping to give them a break and take stock of your crew. Everyone's bustling around, getting supplies and colonists ready for their first steps onto their new home; crates going one way, people going another, and everyone chattering with excitement.

Save Mark.

He doesn't look so somber, not anymore. Just focused, reaching into the depths of some machine of which you can't discern the purpose, muttering to himself.

You've seen it before. It's not out of the ordinary for something or other to get bumped or need recalibration after such a jump. Every engineer you've ever worked with is busy putting out fires when you land in your final destination.

It's only...

"Where did your sleeves go?"

"Huh?" Mark looks up, tongue darting back into his mouth once he looks to you. "What'd you say, Captain?"

You smile despite yourself. A grown man sticking his tongue out to concentrate shouldn't bo so endearing, and yet... "Your sleeves. Why'd you get rid of them?"

Mark glances down to his bare shoulder, then back. "Oh-- well, I don't really need them if I'm going to have my coveralls, right? The ship might be climate controlled but I'm not going to bundle up if I'm running around."

"Sure, but why a turtleneck, then?" You tilt your head, leaning onto the edge of the console. "Why not just a tank like most of the crew?"

After a moment, and a strange look, his eyes widen in realization. “Oh— you never actually… well, I’ve worked with some of the crew before, and they had a big fit about it. So to get around it, it’s not a sweater. Not really.”

You stare at him. He stares back. “It looks like a sweater, though.”

“But it’s not one. They never said I couldn’t have a sleeveless shirt that looks like one.” He grins. “I get my comfy knit and they can’t throw a single bitch fit about it. Problems, meet solutions.”

You sigh wearily, though not in a way that at all denies your fondness. “Why did they have a problem with it?”

Mark just shrugs. “I dunno. Celci probably didn’t want me showing her up. I make it look good, what can I say?”

“I’m sure she has a different version of that story,” you reply, but with a grin. “I’ll let you get to it. There’ll be a place for you when you finally get around to the surface, just don’t…”

The memory of pain stops you, a dozen Marks working towards an end goal they never saw. From the crease in his brow, Mark remembers it, too.

You swallow hard. “… don’t work too hard. We’ll see you down there, okay, Mark?”

He quirks a smile, less enthusiastic. “Sure thing, Captain.”

You send off the orders through the console pad, but the thought of the sweater sticks with you long after you’ve checked in with the surface patrol.

Why would any of them throw a fit over some sweater?

“Oh, God, here we go.”

You look up from your plate of rations. They aren’t wonderful, but you’ve had much worse in much more dire situations. Some powdered gravy isn’t going to kill you. “Dr. Kelvina?”

With the campfire playing gold and orange over her face, the deep shadows emphasize her annoyed expression. “Mark. I thought we told him to get rid of them.”

“Oh, no,” you say. “I asked him, he— I know it’s ridiculous, but they don’t have sleeves. It just looks like a sweater. But I would like to ask—“

“No, it has sleeves.” She sighs. “I’ll go see if we have an extinguisher. Maybe.”

She dumps her plate to the ground with a clatter and stalks off, hair swishing behind her like an agitated cat’s tail. Curious, you look behind you.

“Hey, Captain!” Mark, in full sweater glory, grins down at you. “You don’t mind if I sit, do you? I’m dead tired.”

You just look at him.

He just looks… soft. It’s a soft knit, just a little bulky in the arms but fitting over his frame. Without the jacket of his coveralls, he doesn’t look like much of a head engineer.

He kind of looks like a dog, all ruffled hair and warm eyes. You want to pet, and you catch yourself before you even try. “Oh— yes, Dr. Kelvina went off to… she didn’t like your sweater.”

He rolls his eyes as he takes the spot beside you. “Of course not. Can’t keep up, I guess.”

“Uh-huh.” You eye him, his half-lidded eyes and how he slumps into himself. “You feeling alright?”

“Oh, yeah.” He yawns, crossing his arms against his chest and tucking his chin to the collar. “Just… cozy. Might… might take a rest. Repairs have me beat.”

God knows he deserves a rest, after everything. If not body, then mind. Something itches in the back of your mind, though, looking at him. “… Do regular sweaters make you sleepy, Mark?”

“Hm?” He cracks open one drowsy eye. “Yeah. Why?”

“… no reason. You can sleep here for a bit, I’m not done yet.” You lift your plate, indicating the still-present portion of unidentified meat-like product and gravy.

You don’t let him fall into the fire, even when Celci comes back— a very long time later— with a fire extinguisher. If she has anything to say about his head on your shoulder, and yours on his, she doesn’t mention it.

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