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shankschewtoy · 9 months

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HELLO MY GORGEOUS EVOU DEAR <333

imma say this with no shame, i’ve never submitted a single request before 💀 yes, not a single one even tho i’ve been here for almost 2 years now -

so as you’ve submitted an amazing request for me before, i’m here to submit one ;)))

can we please get our beautiful doctor law, lost in the woods zoro and for the sake of august 6, our favourite rubber ball luffy with an S/O who looks absolutely perfect, but can’t seem to understand that she’s flawless and still gets self conscious all the time because she thought that people were staring at her and complementing her to make fun of her? like she thought that all those words were fake and people were being sarcastic.

i’m nowhere near flawless but i thought that a guy back in high school were making fun of me for all the compliments 💀 when we talked for the first time in a while a few weeks ago, i talked about that and he was offended af like ‘i literally told you i tho j you’re beautiful and cute everyday, how am i making fun of you you little-‘ 💀

so yeah, thought it’d be a fun little scenario <33

hope you’re doing good!! in case you haven’t heard it from someone today, ily <33

-leah

a/n - HI MY DEAREST LEAH 💜💜 AHHH TY FOR REQUESTING! I loved the request you did for me omg I still have it saved and I keep going back to it :)) ilysm and i love this idea 😭 and yes that guy from your high school is right, you’re literally amazing and gorgeous and I will make a point to tell you that (this is a threat)

Warnings ⚠️ - g/n reader, kinda crack (I’m sorry I can’t ever be serious)

- this guy has no shame and will tell you everyday that you look awesome

- “Oooo! That outfit looks badass y/n!”

- “WHOAA YOU LOOK LIKE SHANKS!” He had sparkles in his eyes, I mean- he just thought you looked so cool because you were wearing a super long coat! And colorful- pants.. (Just take it as a compliment I know it’s not a compliment but it is to Luffy) shanks has horrible fashion sense

- btw you changed out of your outfit that day 💀

- In public, you’re literally so perfect that even marines don’t want to capture you. They’re too dumbfounded that you’re so gorgeous, their brains literally explode, and they become dumb asf just looking at you

- but- you happened to think that they’re staring at you because they think you look weird or ugly

- So you cover up most of the time, all the staring has made you even more self conscious than before. Even when people compliment you, it seemed fake even though they were telling you the truth

- Luffy noticed you got uncomfortable with all the staring so he literally started growling and hissing at them (he’s feral) and acted as your little rubber guard dog

- “hey don’t look at y/n!”

- he didn’t know that they were looking at you because you were pretty, he thought they were admiring how strong and cool you looked

- so before that, he was all proud and showing you off in public

- “Isn’t y/n cool?! Yeah shishishi~ I know!”

- “Literally no one asked.” -random civilian

- luffy beat them up, no one talks smack about his gorgeous, beautiful, awesome y/n

- one day you got the courage to tell Luffy what you’d been feeling, and asked him if he really thought you were as cool and beautiful as he said you were

- “Huh?”

- man was confused. Like what? Are you joking right now? Because it’s not a very funny joke 💀

- “What do you mean?? I thought I told you yesterday that you looked as cool as shanks?”

- luffy that’s not a compliment when it comes to clothes

- “Yeah but- are you sure? I don’t think I look that cool.”

- he was so confused, how could you not think you looked cool??? His brain wasn’t working right, it just didn’t- make sense!

- “Y/n, you’re awesome! I don’t lie like Usopp! BELIEVE ME! YOU’RE AWESOME AND COOL!”

- he started shaking you around and wrapping his arms around you about 6 times, choking you and preventing you from breathing

- “OK- LET ME GO PLEASE I CANT BREATHE.”

- “NOT UNTIL YOU SAY YOU’RE COOL!”

- “OKOK I’M COOL!”

- “Shishi!! Ok!”

- it was a traumatic wake up call. Let’s just say that now you believe what Luffy says 😭

- he might not say it that often, but he thinks you’re a literal angel sent from heaven (has never said that to you because he’s a shy guy)

- but if you’re perceptive enough, you can catch him staring at you wherever, and whenever

- you could be tidying up the submarine, and he just can’t help but stare at you, his work can wait

- his eyes are blessed every time he sees you, I mean- how could you be so perfect? When you turn around to look at him, he’ll look back down at his work at the speed of light, trying to hide his red ears with his hat

- you swore you could’ve seen him staring, but whenever you ask, he just ignores you, “I don’t know what you’re talking about y/n. I’ve been working.”

- “you were staring at me.”

- “No I wasn’t.”

- “Yeah you were!”

- “Yeah because you look pretty in that shirt!”

- a silence echoed throughout the submarine, and both of your cheeks started to turn pink

- “You think I look pretty? Really??”

- man wanted to run away, but he didn’t want to make you feel bad, so he just awkwardly hid behind his hat in a cheap effort to make it seem like he wasn’t turning as red as a tomato

- “Yeah.. You’re pretty.”

- That right there is probably the biggest and most meaningful compliment you’ve ever received

- But still, even with a lot of other people saying you were pretty in public, it still felt like you just didn’t believe them

- all the staring actually made you even more self conscious, were their compliments just fake? They didn’t really mean their words?

- you weren’t THAT gorgeous right? (YES YOU ARE)

- “Law do you think I’m pretty?”

- He almost choked on his tea, he was literally shocked that you’d ask that dumb of a question. He looked mad at you, but then quickly wiped that expression off his face

- “Y/n. Bepo has made fun of me for WEEKS about how I keep staring at you. I don’t know how else to say it-? You’re pretty! Ok?”

- you’d never seen law so flustered before, his cheeks were literally bright red, his ears flushed the same color

- the great surgeon of death was at a loss of words because he couldn’t express in words just how beautiful and amazing you were. But law being as red as a tomato was kinda funny 😭

- “Law… You look like a tomato..”

- “Don’t make fun of me! And don’t tell the crew.”

- sorry law, but they were watching the whole time 💀

- with the way zoro is, he’s kinda bad at giving compliments, and he’s better at insulting people (mostly sanji)

- but when he first met you, he almost dropped his beer. He was amazed at how perfect and gorgeous someone could look

- he questioned whether he had died or not because wtf you looked like an angel

- since he was drunk, he swore he could’ve seen wings and a halo on top of your head 😭

- little did he know, you’d be joining the crew, and he’d be able to spend all the time in the world with you :)

- Zoro truly did believe you were some angel, all throughout your time together, he was still confused whether or not he had died and gone straight to heaven

- “Zoro?? Hello? Are you sleeping with your eyes open?!”

- he hadn’t realized that he’d been staring at you for so long that he looked like he had just been sleeping with his eyes open 💀💀💀

- “Uh no? I’m awake.”

- “You’re staring through my soul.”

- “Huh? I can’t help it if you’re so pretty! It’s your fault!”

- “WHA-??”

- zoro then paused, he had just admitted outwardly and quite loudly that you’re pretty. And bro just blamed it on you 😭

- “Why is it my fault?! And- I’m pretty?”

- marimo didn’t answer because he was so embarrassed

- “DON’T START STARING AGAIN PLEASE.”

- “I’M NOT STARING.”

- “YOU’RE LOOKING AT ME!”

- this argument continued for a while before Nami told you two to shut the fuck up so she could get her beauty sleep :’)

- but still, did zoro really think you were that pretty?? A lot of people told you that, but it felt more meaningful coming from him

- so a little while after your argument, you went up to him and just blatantly asked him

- “Zoro, do you think I’m pretty?”

- “I literally told you that an hour ago.”

- “yeah I know but do you really think so?”

- “Y/n why tf would I say it if I didn’t mean it?”

- Welp. There’s your answer, but your question kinda made him pissed 💀

- “Zoro I was just asking!”

- “Why though?! You don’t make any sense!”

- yeah don’t start with him- he just doesn’t get it, but you managed to get him to say you’re pretty about 30 times in that same argument so 👍

a/n - damn zoro 💀

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angelst4re · 2 years

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this is my second ask aaaaa. So what about milf!reader having 2 childs and a husband alr. And they move into another country and thei neighbour is the only one jamie bower jejaksbabs. He helps her packing out their stuff and they talk and talk ykk... after some months of the reader breaking things only for jamie to fix them the reader finally gives in and thes fuck on the kitchen counter. LOVE YOUR WORKS BAE!!!! UR SO UNDERRATED TAKE YOUR TIME <333

ahh hi my love!!! i was so happy to see you in my requests again <3 i hope you like it darling :)

Treat You Better- Jamie Campbell Bower x Reader

୨♡୧ warnings: smut!! cheating, praise and degradation! not proof read!! pls point out any mistakes loves!

୨♡୧ note: MY TAGS ARE FIXED!!! YAYY!! if you're seeing this on any tags and you haven't seen me before, check out my jamie masterlist!! i've been shadowbanned or something like that for a month now so there's quite a lot on there you may have not seen before!! anyways...

When your husband told you he had a new job, you were thrilled. Hoping it meant that you’d have more money to spend on your kids as you were a full-time housewife. You had never wished for this life, but you didn’t mind it. Your children, Max and Leah, were 2 and 10, meaning it was almost impossible to find work flexible enough around your husband’s, and you didn’t yet have enough money for a full-time babysitter, they’re expensive! So your husband’s new promotion was definitely needed. Although, you had to move for it.

Packing up your life felt strange, yet oddly freeing. In this new town nobody knew who you were, meaning you could have a fresh start. When you first saw your new house, you couldn’t believe the size of it! And the neighbourhood looked very welcoming and pretty.

All afternoon, you had neighbours visiting to introduce themselves. Which would have been lovely under any other circumstances, but you were currently chasing your children around the house, making sure they don’t get lost or break anything valuable from the dozens of boxes in the house. When you heard another knock on the door, you just sighed. Preparing to tell the person you were too busy to talk, you pick up a box and open the door.

And holy shit, you were glad you did.

“Hi, I’m Jamie I live at number 46- oh, are you busy? I can come back another time?” You stared at the man. He was beautiful. He was the kind of man that would be on magazine covers, the kind of man to model and fly across the world first class.

“Of course not! Come in!” You grinned, putting the box back down as you shut the door behind him. You walk him to the kitchen- the tidiest room in the house so far- and offer him a drink. He accepts, and then shows you he had bought a bottle of wine with him for you as a ‘housewarming gift.’ How sweet.

“So, how do you like it around here so far?” He asks, pouring the wine into a glass for you- he had opted for just a glass of water, he had to drive somewhere later.

“It’s great! Everyone’s so welcoming, the area is beautiful and- Max put that down!” You quickly rush to your son, who had picked up a coffee mug from one of the many kitchen boxes. You take it from him before any damage was caused.

“You have a kid?” Jamie grinned, waving to the little boy in the corner of the kitchen who had started to giggle.

“I do,” you smile, “two of them actually, this is Max. Leah is upstairs starting to unpack. I had them quite young- Do you have any kids?” You ask, sipping on your wine.

“No, I’m only 33! I want to one day, though. When-”

“You’re 33?!” You almost spat out your drink in surprise, “there’s no way you’re older than me! What’s your secret?”

“Now that would be telling,” Jamie laughed. You liked his company. In these few minutes, you had felt more of a connection that you have with your husband since Max was born. “Do you need any help with that?” He asks, motioning towards the box of plates, bowls and glasses that you were trying to put away. You should’ve said no, but with your husband at work any help was better than none.

“Only if you don’t mind, please?”

“Of course! I wouldn’t have asked otherwise, darling.” He says, standing up. You didn’t have the time to notice earlier that he was quite tall, and he had tattoos?! You should be careful around him. You knew this could end up getting messy.

Jamie helps you around the house, unpacking and doing some heavy lifting, you were so grateful. You end up telling him about your husband, how he’s rarely home, how he leaves you to look after the kids… And Jamie isn’t scared off- much to your surprise. Instead, he suggests helping out when he’s home, whether it means looking after Max whilst you pick Leah up from school, fixing the broken door handle on the bathroom door or even just being there for you to talk to, seeing as you haven’t made any friends yet. Although this may be quite sudden, you trusted Jamie. You could tell he had no bad intentions.

Before you knew it, it was 5pm, and your children were hungry. You and Jamie spent all afternoon getting to know each other, talking about your upbringings and childhoods, your old home town, his career as a tattoo artist, and then, as if a dagger had hit you in the chest, he told you about his girlfriend, who was currently in Malibu on a girls’ weekend, but y/n, you have a husband!

“I don’t know, what do you want for dinner?” You ask your daughter, who had also taken an interest in Jamie and convinced him to play uno with her.

“I could pay for us to get something in? There’s a Domino’s in town if you like pizza?”

“Yes please!” Leah grins, looking to you with pleading eyes.

“I couldn’t expect you to pay, not after all the help this afternoon-”

“I get discount! My girlfriend’s brother is the manager, and I’ve had dinner by myself for too long.” Me too, you thought.

“Fine.” You gave in, “but only if you let me pay for Leah and Max’s.”

—————————♡—————————

Months had passed since moving in, and you had seen Jamie almost everyday since. You met his girlfriend, Emma, when she got back from Malibu, she seemed nice enough but there was something off about her. The way she flinched when Jamie kissed her goodbye didn’t sit right with you.

To see more of Jamie on a one to one basis, you had started calling him when Max was napping, Leah was at school and your husband was working. You’d tell him you’d broken something and he’d come over to fix it, this included the loose door handle, squeaky kitchen cupboards and the broken wheel on your husband’s office chair. He never seemed to mind, he was happy to help, giving you the feeling that your feelings towards him were in fact requited.

One day, your husband decided to take the kids out for the day to ‘give you a break’, which clearly you didn’t mind, as you could only think of one thing- having the house to yourself with Jamie. A couple hours after they had left, you were dressed in only a skimpy nightdress and a long silk robe, your hair tied up messily. You found Jamie’s contact on your phone and called him, he picked up almost instantly.

“Y/n, listen I’m a bit… busy right now.”

“Oh, I wasn’t calling to ask for your help this time,” you say with a smile on your face, “I’m home alone, I was wondering if you’d like to come over? Just to talk, of course.”

“I could do with that after the day I’ve had,” he mutters, “sure. Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be there.”

Grinning as you hung up the phone, you quickly ran downstairs to begin tidying the house- making sure there was nothing on the floor to trip on.

The sexual tension between you and Jamie had drastically risen over the last two weeks, there was one time where he had held your hips in place as he moved around you- this had playing on your mind ever since it happened, you had even touched yourself to the thought of his hands gripping your hips as you-

Knock knock knock

You were quickly ripped from your fantasies.

“Hey,” you smile seductively as you open the door to Jamie. Something about him looked different, you couldn’t quite tell what it was.

“Hey,” he says back, his eyes scanning your body.

You step to the side to let him in, and you lead him to the kitchen. Something still didn’t seem right with him. Neither of you spoke for a couple moments, you just stood opposite each other. You leaned against the countertop, tapping your nails gently on the edge as Jamie typed away on his phone.

“I broke up with Emma.” He says, breaking the silence, “I found out she’s been cheating on me.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry-”

“Don’t be,” he chuckles, “I’ve been wanting to end things with her for a while now. I think I sort of fell out of love with her, if that’s even possible.”

“I know what you mean.” You say, a sympathetic look in your eyes, “I’ve been feeling that way with Rob- my husband- ever since I had Max. I don’t feel like I love him anymore, and I think he feels the same way, it’s like the spark we used to have just…”

“Vanished,” Jamie finished your sentence, coming closer to you, wiping away tears you didn't realise had rolled down your cheeks with his thumb. His hand resting on your face, cupping your cheek. “It’s like I met somebody new, and she made me realise I wasn’t truly happy with Emma anymore. Instead, it’s been you. I knew you were purposely breaking things for me to come over and fix them, it’s so obvious, y/n. I’ve seen the way you look at me, I’m not as stupid as you think-”

Not letting him say anymore, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He seemed rather surprised at first, but as he began to kiss back you realised how right this felt. As if it were meant to happen.

“Jamie,” you gasp as his kisses trail down your neck, his hands knocking your robe from your body, “I need you.”

“What do you need, darling?”

“Need you to touch me.” You whimper as he sucks on the sweet spot on your neck, not caring about him leaving marks on you- you had plenty of concealer.

“Oh yeah?” Jamie’s hands move to your breasts, massaging them through the thin fabric, “like this?”

You nod your head vigorously, getting lost in the feeling. It had been years since your husband had touched you like this.

“More,” you whisper, “please, Jamie.”

“More? You’re so needy, baby. We’ve only just started.”

Giving you what you wanted, his hand slips between your thighs, and he was pleasantly surprised to feel you had no panties on, he whispered a low ‘fuck’ as he felt the wetness dripping from your cunt for him. His fingers rub slow circles on your clit as he smashes your lips together again, this time more hungry and passionate than the last.

You break free from the kiss, lifting yourself on to the counter with a little help from Jamie. You wrap your legs around him, gasping as the fabric of his jeans grazes your clit. He slips your dress over your head, revealing your body to him. Every inch of you was pure beauty, he had never seen anything like it. You were his definition of an angel, and he planned to bring heaven to you.

His face became buried in your cunt, the sounds slipping from your lips were music to his ears. He started slowly, licking a straight line from your hole to your clit, his mouth latching on to the bundle of nerves and sucking gently. Although this sensation was rather new to you, you needed him to stop. You were getting close to the edge, and when you came you wanted it to be with his cock inside you.

“Jamie… baby, stop.” You whine, his head quickly retracks, coming back up in line with you.

“Is everything okay?” He asks, slightly panicked. However you nod your head, grinning devilishly.

“Fuck me. Right here, please. I need to feel your cock inside me, please.” You began babbling as he unzipped his jeans, pushing them down his thighs as you reached out to take his top off.

“Such a pretty slut,” he chuckles, looking up at you through his lashes as he lined himself up against you, “begging for my cock, wanting me to ruin her. You just couldn’t wait for me to have my fun with you, could you? You couldn’t wait for me to make you cum on my face, could you love?” He says with a groan as he pushes all of him inside you with no warning, causing you to gasp and tangle your fingers into his hair. “You like it when I talk to you like that, hm?”

All you can do is nod your head, the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of you was becoming too much, and as you feel his hand slide down to your clit, you could only hope and pray that you wouldn’t float away. Your mind was already fuzzy, and the feeling of his thumb rubbing small circles on your clit only made it worse. You never wanted this moment to end.

“Jamie,” you whimper against his lips.

“Yes, darling?”

You took his hand that was playing with your clit and sucked on his fingers briefly, causing him to groan as his thrust became sloppy. You moved his hand to your throat and looked up at him with pleading eyes.

“Fuck, you dirty girl.” He whispers, his grip on your throat tightening enough to make your breath hitch. After collecting himself again, he got a good rhythm going with his hips as he fucked into you. He moved things out of the way as you laid back further onto the counter, your legs still wrapped around his wait, your nails clawing at his back. You had only just noticed the tattoos on his chest and abdomen, and you thought he couldn’t get any more beautiful.

You felt a familiar tightness in your stomach, it was a delicious feeling that caused you to see stars and throw your head back when you finally got there. In 10 years, your husband had only made you feel this once- although you did have your own hand between your legs- and now Jamie had created this feeling in less than 10 minutes.

“I’m close,” you manage to say through your restricted airways.

“I thought so, just wait a bit longer, sweet girl. Hold it for me, okay?”

You nod your head, Jamie knew you were on birth control- you complained to it almost every day, the way it had made you feel sick or given you a headache. So when you told him to cum inside you, he couldn’t help himself.

“Need to feel full,” you whimper, holding tightly onto Jamie’s shoulders as you looked him in the eye, there was something about keeping eye contact whilst getting fucked that was so attractive.

“I’ll fill you up, baby. I promise- I’m so close, fuck.” His thrusts start to slow down, becoming more rough and hard than fast now, as he holds you close to him, “cum for me, darling.” He whispers into your ear, his hand on your throat squeezes the tiniest bit harder as you were thrown over the edge, getting lost in the pleasure he gave you. With one final gasp, Jamie came undone, his forehead coming down to rest against yours.

After you had caught your breath, you lightly pushed Jamie back so you could stand again.

“I’m going to clean up quickly,” you say, your hands still on his shoulders, “meet me in my room, you know which one it is, right?”

“Of course, you made me put a new lightbulb in it. Twice! In a week! I-”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry- just wait for me in there. We’re not finished yet.” You say with a final kiss to his lips before walking to the bathroom, trying to hide the fact that your legs were still shaking.

#jamie campbell bower smut #jamie campbell bower #jamie bower #jamie campbell bower x reader

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panlight · 2 years

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Hey!! I’ve got a question about strength / traits in the wolves vs the vampires and I was wondering if you might have any answers? Even if it isn’t canon, I love and appreciate your personal thoughts :))

Are the wolves and vampires of similar speed? Strength?

Apart from the wolves not being as indestructible as marble, are there any other major advantages that vampires have over them physically?

I’ve been reading some fanfic recently and the answers to all of these questions change each time, so I was hoping you might be able to clarify lol

If you can’t get to this then no worries!! But if so then thank you <333

In the movies they say the wolves are faster; I can’t recall if it’s spelled out that clearly in the books, however. But I’m happy to let the shifters have this one! It makes sense to me that a wolf-shaped supernatural being can run faster than a human-shaped one.

I think the strength is about equal, with only newborns and vamps with extra strength like Siobhan, Felix and Emmett having an advantage there.

I think the main difference is that vampires are generally solitary fighters (or at most maybe a mated pair together) and that the wolves operate as a team. They can communicate telepathically and coordinate their attack in a way that must be a huge advantage.

If you had 1 vampire vs 1 wolf, the vampire might then have the advantage because they are used to fighting alone.

But the wolves, unlike vampires DO tend to travel in packs, so even a small pack of say three wolf shifters (like the previous pack of Ephraim, Quil and Levi) would have no problem taking out a solo nomad they encounter in the woods. 3 wolves vs 2 vampires might be more of an even fight?

The wolves have a super healing factor; the problem is that vampire venom slows or even stops that healing. So while venom won’t outright kill them (and they are immune to the transformative effects) if they have other injuries that may be life-threatening, then the venom in their system could prove deadly.

And then vampires sometimes have other gifts that the wolves don’t. While each wolf shifter might have their own talent--Leah’s the fastest and I think Seth has even more keen hearing than the rest--they’re not like, Edward or Alice or Jane or Benjamin type gifts, so vampires may have the advantage there.

They also have their humanity! They care about each other, understand right from wrong, want to protect their people. That’s a huge motivator and advantage, imo. They have the kind of teamwork that we’re told vampires generally can’t/don’t have. There’s too much competition and territorial in-fighting. Outside vegetarian covens, non-mate bonds are easily broken (or so we’re told; I don’t know that canon actually bears this out despite Edward’s insistence and Garrett’s big speech). The average vampire, we’re told, would quite literally throw a companion to the wolves to save themselves (unless they’re mates I guess). The shifters are a team; they would never leave their companions to fight a vampire alone, and with their mental link, any who were phased in the area would know someone was in danger and would immediately come to help. Then they can mentally coordinate their attack without the vampire (other than Edward) being able to ‘hear’ their plans and anticipate their tactics. That seems like a pretty big advantage, and I think the wolf shifters have the abilities to hold their own one-on-one until help arrives. No one is coming to help the vampire.

Also, their existence doesn’t seem to be widely-known in the vampire world, so they have the element of surprise on their side, too.

#asks

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faarkas · 2 years

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all of the people section for jade pleaseee 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

HEHEHE THANK U LEAH <33333

👻 send sum emojis 👻

👁️ EYE - what colour are their eyes? do people notice their eyes? is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical...)?

I can only really show you her eyes tbh BUT LUCKKLY I CAME PREPARED:

They’re like a galaxy pupil type deal with the coloured iris. Kala’s android eyes <333

Anyway I think it’s one of the things people first notice about her. They’re quite striking and they were a gift from one of the boys after a trip into town. :’)

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

She’s a moderately good liar. she doesn’t really try to lie, she’s not that kind of girl, but she can pull things off if she needs to. I think her tells are, like, she’ll get overly laissez-faire, her posture will get a little too loose and relaxed and she’ll talk very…animatedly? Like she’s trying to be overly nice or charming or whatever.

👻 GHOST - do they believe in ghosts? what are their "ghostly experiences", if any?

The desert can get very spooky at night so yeah. :/ she absolutely hates going out into the dark or being alone if it’s late on account of like little things she’s seen at the edge of her vision and the one time she swears the saw the ghost of santiago sitting in pa/nam’s chair.

💥 COLLISON - what emotions do they have trouble dealing with?

I think Jade’s like, pretty even tempered and stable honestly? Maybe fear or true anger. Her hands start to shake and she gets super jittery and just freaked out when she’s really scared and I think she has a hard time calming down and quelling her flight response.

😭 CRYING - what makes them cry? do they cry easily?

I don’t think she really cries that easily. she wants to be one of the boyssss (even tho the boys would not mind if she cried for some reason. Awkward pats on the back.)

What does make her cry or at least tear up tho:

- Frustration tears when an expensive hard to get part breaks

- when she drops The Good Food

- Beau and/or Noah get very sad for some reason

- when chowder (her pet gecko) gets sick (she’s okay)

- a bittersweet romance novel

👊 PUNCH - are they quick to violence?

Not usually. I think very rarely her temper can flare bc she’s only human, but she’s generally pretty chill and collected. She just scoffs and walks away, hoping they don’t talk to her for the rest of the day.

💢 ANGER - what are some habits they have that will take some getting used to?

- She has the garage she likes to use in a permanent state of mess and disorganization but she understands it. Drives Beau crazy when he needs to use it too.

- Talks to herself often about anything, everything, and nothing

- IDK SHES JUST KINDA INNOCUOUS. She on that in my own little corner (cinder/ella 2013 cast recording) type shit

👪 FAMILY - what is their family like? what is your ocs relationship to them? does your oc have any siblings?

Her family was really good before [ava/tar voice] the raffen attacked. Her momma and dada were wiped out along with a few other members of the alde/caldos and it was very tragic obvs. The rest of the camp just kinda took her under their wing, especially cassidy. kind of a grumpy but kind uncle to her. :’)

She doesn’t have any siblings but she is quite close with Noah and Beau. Kind of a rascally little third wheel sister to whatever the fuck they have going on.

😨 FEARFUL - when scared, do they go into "flight" or "fight"?

I think she goes into flight first and tries to turn it into a fight response. She wants to be braver but she has a hard time with it. make peace not war :(((

she will swing on a bitch when she gets that response fixed tho be careful 🔧

💤 SLEEPING - do they fall asleep easily? what helps them sleep?

She sleeps fairly well tbh. Not a lot of nightmares or anything. Sounds of the breeze and crickets knock her ass out IMMEDIATELY. If she had more reliable access to the internet she’d be an ASMR girlie.

#jade permanently doing 🥺 eyes at everybody in camp.#noah and beau staring at those expensive eyes at a ripper like Well fuck … guess we’ll do our One good thing for the year. birthday and #christmas gifts done already wow look at us go.#hil.txt #ocstuff #oc: jade #THANK U AGAIN LEAH <3333 She is such…. little resilient kinda scrappy lady. Going to put her in my pocket even tho shes still taller than me

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daisylincs · 3 years

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🖤💙 Staticquake + Indigo 💙🖤

For the wonderful @leahdaisies as a part of a) my belated Trick or Treat and b) part of Colours of Staticquake.

#staticquake #moodboard #trick or treat things #colours of staticquake #ooh; I tried out a new style of moodboarding here #and I actually think it turned out pretty darn cool!!#hope you like it too; leah <333 #🌕🌕🌕#lily's moodboards #lily's belated trick or treats

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spidernerdsblog · 3 years

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okay so can you add a blurb to the MMIH series ? I dont have anything specific i would like to add but just some domestic fluff and maybe a lil suggestive? idrk but i love your work and the seriess is whbxbxbx ok thank you luv ya

Thank you so much <333 Bringing back our possessive mob boss and my first attempt on milf! reader lol. Hope you like this. Let me know what you think.

Match made in Hell (series)

POSSESIVE

Pairing : Mob! Tom Holland x Reader

Summary : Tom gets all possessive when he sees other dads flirting with you at a school event of your kids.

Warnings : fluff, suggestive

“Should I notch it down a little? This dress seems way too flattery” you ask Tom glancing at your reflection in the mirror, smoothening the sides of your ruffle hem A-line floral dress.

“That dress looks great on you love” Tom reassures you slipping on his grey jacket over his white button up. It was Nate and Leah's first sports day at school and you both were excited to go and cheer them on the field.

“I don't know Tom” you frowned, still uncertain about the dress “after having Nate and Leah, my boobs seem to have grown bigger” you observed bringing your hands up to your chest and cupping your breasts.

“You don't see me complaining do you?” Tom chuckles with a playful smirk on his face. You were already beautiful but the glow up you had during your pregnancy didn't miss his eye. Your body was curvier, breasts fuller and voluptuous than before which only made it hard for him to keep his hands off you.

“Shut up you horndog. It's not funny” you grimace totally unamused.

“What? I’m serious” he laughs, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

“You don’t know how the other moms at school look at me as if I’m going to steal their husbands”

“Ain’t their fault my kids have the hottest mom” Tom wraps his hands around your waist resting his chin on your shoulder “by the way what’s the word for hot moms?" he ponders for while smiling mischievously "oh yeah mil-”

“You finish the word and it will be your last day Thomas” you raise an eyebrow glowering at him.

“Ok, ok I was just kidding” he lets go of you raising his hands in surrender as you look at him with a narrowed gaze when your twins come running into your room dressed in their school house uniforms.

“Wow mommy you look so pretty!!” Leah exclaimed looking at you with admiration in her eyes.

“See? Even Leah approves it” Tom points out.

"Ok fine I'll wear this only" you finally let go of your worries and settled with the dress you were wearing.

By the time you reached the school ground it was already buzzing with kids and their parents. You went and said hello to the other moms before sitting beside Tom in the area designated for parents. The events for the day began as the kids lined up for various activities while you and Tom cheered from the sidelines along with the other parents. After sometime you felt your throat run dry and excused yourself to go to the refreshments counter to have a glass of water.

“Hello Mrs Holland, how are you doing?” one of the single dads approached you.

“Oh hi Mr Gilbert! I’m doing just fine" you greeted him with a warm smile.

“That’s good to know”

“It’s always lovely to watch the kids play and have fun together” you remark looking over the field as you spot Nathan getting ready for his race.

“It is indeed but I gotta admit sometimes it’s really hard to believe that a gorgeous lady like you is the mother of two kids” he says with a little suave in his voice.

“Well all mothers are gorgeous in their own way” you were quick to respond.

“That’s true, that’s true” he agreed nodding his head. Your eyes look around searching for Tom as you start to feel awkward knowing very well where this conversation was heading.

Tom had assumed he was way past his petty hysteria of seeing other men around you but he was wrong. His blood boiled whenever he saw the single dads at the school flirt with you. They were a real menace he thought hovering around you like flies when you clearly have a wedding ring on your hand and two kids. Tom was being watchful as he looked through the corner of his eyes from time to time to make sure you were okay.

“Tyson is quite athletic I see” you remark trying to change the subject.

“Yeah he gets it from his dad. Two times open water swimming champion of Falmouth you see” he puffs his chest boastfully.

“Oh that's great!” you gave an awkward smile.

“We also own a beach house in Cornwall. If you ever visit there you’re always welcome" you notice his gaze linger down to your chest. You feel disgusted wishing to slap him right on his face as you clear your throat loudly to get his attention "with Nathan and Nailah of course” he adds, lifting his gaze back to your face.

“Thank you Mr Gilbert but I will give it a pass. I have a business to run with my husband so no time for recreation” with a tight lipped smile you decided to go back to where Tom was standing.

“You are indeed a smart and brilliant woman” he steps forward blocking your path “your husband is one damn lucky bloke”

Tom’s patience was already thinning out and when he sensed your discomfort as the guy tried to get closer to you he lost it then and there. Anger took over his features as he strides his way to where you were standing and pulls the man back by his collar and stands in front of you.

“Hey mate everything alright?”

“Umm yea-yeah Mr Holland everything is fine” he fumbles stumbling back a little.

“Well soon it might not if you don’t stop bothering my wife” Tom snarls, giving him a death glare.

“I-I don’t understand”

“Flirting with married women, are you that desperate?” he spat as you tried to hide your smile seeing him so protective about you.

“Look man I just came here to talk -” he tries to explain but Tom wasn't going to buy any of his crap.

“Really? You do know who I am right?” he cuts him off looking at him with malice in his eyes.

“Tom let it be. It’s fine-” you whisper, trying to avoid any unnecessary attention from the other people around by grabbing his arm to hold him back from punching that guy.

“No it’s not! How dare he talk to you like that!” he snaps shooting daggers at the man “listen to me you bloody moron if you ever dare to come anywhere near my wife I’m gonna make sure you’re never able to swim again in your entire fucking life! Do you understand?!”

The man nods his head vigorously and without wasting any more time scurried away in fear of his life.

You haven’t seen Tom this furious in a long time not since your twins were born but fuck he is hot when angry you thought “Tom look at me, see he’s gone now” you held his face as he reluctantly turned to you, his brows still knitted in a deep frown.

“I swear I’m gonna pluck his eyes out if he looks at you with those dirty eyes again” he promises you with determination in his eyes.

“I know you will but you need to calm down. We are at Nate and Leah’s school can’t cause a scene yeah?” you speak softly as he nods in understanding. You then press your lips to his gently and he softens instantly feeling all the anger dissipate.

“You’re only mine” he murmurs against your lips

“Only yours” you assure him pressing your foreheads together smiling.

“Mommy look I came first in the race!” Nate came running to you with a shining gold trophy in his hand.

“Good job bud, I’m so proud of you!” you ruffled his hair in adoration of his achievement.

“That’s my boy!” Tom exclaims patting Nate’s shoulder proudly.

“What about you Leah?” you ask who was standing beside her brother looking at you timidly.

“I came second,” she mumbles, handing you a smaller trophy in disappointment.

“That’s great, sweetie! We’re so proud of you guys” you said, giving them a hug.

“You are not angry?” Leah asks innocently.

“For what baby?”

“Because I did not come first” she pouts, jutting her lower lip out.

“What? No honey" you chuckle lightly, exchanging glances with Tom.

“Come here my princess” Tom scoops her up in his arms “we don’t care if you come first or last. We just want you to be happy”

“Your daddy is right. You are our babies and we will always be proud of you no matter what” you gently pinch her chubby cheeks.

“Now where is that pretty smile of my princess?” Tom tickles her as she bursts out giggling “there it is!”

“Daddy no!” she squeals, wiggling in his hold going into fits of laughter.

“I think it’s time for us to go home and celebrate eh?” Tom suggests looking at you with a wide smile, the guy who was bothering you a while ago long forgotten.

“Yeah, who wants ice cream and pizzas?!” you exclaimed.

“Me! Me!” Nate and Leah shouted in excitement. Your heart melts watching the smiling faces of your husband and children. This is the life you cherished which no other man can give you.

Reblogs are appreciated ❤️

#tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland imagines #tom holland x you #tom holland fluff #mob! tom #mob! tom holland #dad!tom

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inkykeiji · 3 years

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how did u become such an amazing writer? this might sound dumb but every time i read your work i learn a bunch of new words lol

first of all, wow, thank you SO much for that compliment!!! i’m literally gushing over that one sentence alone hehehe thank you thank you <33 and that totally doesn’t sound dumb at all!!! i’m actually super happy to hear that!!! <3

beware: LONG post beneath the keep reading!!!

okay, so. bear with me for a moment while i ramble a little bit, okay? i want to preface this by linking you to a cute little post leah wrote on the concept of ‘talent’, just in case it’s something you need to hear!! i know sometimes people can get a little down on themselves + their skill and just go ‘oh well, i’m just not talented enough’ or ‘i wasn’t born with that talent’ and i want to discourage you from ever thinking like that. i agree 100% with leah; i believe ‘talent’ is simply a natural inclination someone might’ve been born with, but not that it means that someone who wasn’t born with that inclination can’t be just as good as the person with the ‘talent’; you absolutely can.

if you already knew that, then fantastic!!!! <333 i just wanted to mention it, just in case, you know???

okay!!! i think there are a few major factors that contribute to my current skill as a writer, and they’re the same three pieces of advice i give everyone who asks about how they can improve their craft:

practice

study/reading

consuming other art forms

- practice: i know this is probably a given, but it truly IS the best way to improve. (if you’ve been around on my blog for a while u might’ve already heard me say this a few times ehehe but) i always say creativity is a muscle—because it is. we all have it, and the more you ‘exercise’ it, the stronger it’ll become. skill is kind of the same way: the more you practice something, the better you’ll get at it, and the faster you’ll improve. HOWEVER!!!! i want to caution you against doing too much too fast. please, don’t overwhelm yourself!!! if you’re not used to writing often, work your way up to it at your own pace. there’s no rush or time limit here—you do what feels best for YOU at whatever pace is most comfortable. just like when you’re exercising a physical muscle, you can ‘strain’ your creative muscle by trying to do too much too quickly as well (creative burnout, basically).

for me, i write nearly every single day. sometimes it’s only a paragraph or two, sometimes its thousands of words, but the most important point here is that i am continuing to practice and sharpen my skills, you know? no practice is bad practice, i pinky promise you that. even if it feels like everything you’re writing is awful and you hate it all (and we ALL have these days, they are normal!!) you ARE still improving!!!

i want to make it clear here that i am NOT suggesting you write every single day if you aren’t already used to writing regularly. i’ve been writing since i was teeny tiny (seriously, at age 7 i used to walk around at recess talking to myself, literally telling myself a story out loud that i was making up on the spot........) and i’ve had plenty of time to practice and build up that stamina. i don’t know where you are in your writing journey, but if you aren’t used to writing regularly, work on building up to that first. again, don’t overwhelm yourself!!! it’s okay if it’s only a few sentences a few days a week—it’s something, and that’s what counts!

- study/reading: i read a LOT as a child, and i read a lot throughout university (and for university), and i try my best to find time to read now, a few hours a week. when you read, you are (on some level) studying the craft, among a whole slew of other things. you literally mentioned it yourself when you pointed out that you always learn some new vocab from reading my work!!! so please, read. anything and everything. do you have a favourite author or novel(s)? sit down and figure out why you like them. do you have any authors or books you just can’t stand? sit down and think about why you hate them, etc etc etc.

- consume other art forms: so i went to school for film, which meant i was watching five movies a week on average, not counting whatever i’d throw on at home while doing readings and all that. i genuinely think my education (studying films from all angles, from interdisciplinary perspectives, making films etc) helped me strengthen my skill as a writer even more. now, i’m not telling you to go get a film degree hehehe, all i’m saying is to consume other art forms in addition to reading: film, photography, painting, music, theatre, dance, etc etc etc. whatever you’d like/whatever interests you most. it’ll help you see things from different perspectives and, if i can be a little cheesy, it’s good for your soul <3

waaaaah sorry this post is SO LONG anon!!!! but those are the things that i think have helped me improve my skill the most, and continue to aid me!!! if anything’s unclear or you have any other questions please don’t hesitate to ask!! i hope this answers your question hehe <33

#for example; i am AWFUL at drawing. like absolutely horrendous hahaha #but does that mean i can't learn how to draw and become a great artist???? NO!! of course not!!!#i may need to work harder than those who have a natural inclination for drawing but i could still do it if i really wanted to #this applies to any art + skill + craft #ANYWAY I'LL STOP RAMBLING NOW #have a fantastic weekend anon bb and be safe!!! ily!!!!#thank you again for such a lovely compliment!!! <333333 #inky.bb #clari gets mail

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grasslandgirl · 3 years

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fic ask game!!! ✨ all the prime numbers 😎💗

jamie beloved you KNOW i had to google which ones were the prime numbers <333

2: Do you focus on attention to detail when you read fics? Are you more or less attention to detail focused when you write fics?

im pretty detail oriented overall! the details i pay attention to change depending on the context of the fic im reading/writing, though, depending on my level of experience/expertise with the subject of the fic, if that makes sense

3: Do you have any upcoming WIPs? How far along are you with them?

:))) perhaps so..... ive got a couple fics on the back burner for a couple different fandoms, one of them ive been CRAZY about and the other one i am. blocked and hoping for a resurgence in inspo lmao

5: Share a snippet that you’re proud of from an upcoming fic/chapter.

Roy’s couch is surprisingly comfortable. Jamie doesn’t know, he’s not the best at reading people, but he’s only ever been able to picture Roy Kent on the pitch or in the locker room. Like he doesn't exist anywhere else; certainly not in a nice, tidy flat with a comfortable couch.

He’s sitting where Roy left him, pointing with a grunt for Jamie to sit before heading off deeper into the house. He still feels shaky, even after a near-silent drive back to Richmond with Roy and Keeley. Adrenaline and anger and guilt bubble in his stomach. Jamie runs his hands through his- thoroughly ruined- hair. He knew his dad would be at the game, knew that his reaction would be bad no matter whether Richmond won or lost- but he never imagined that. A tipping point, pushing both of them over an edge they’d been treading for years.

He��s just glad Charlie wasn’t there- that his dad didn’t have the chance to turn on her, too. That she wasn’t there to see Jamie hit him.

Sometimes Jamie thinks he’s too much like his dad.

Roy comes back into the living room, sits down on the couch next to Jamie. It still feels weird to see Roy Kent in this room, think about him sitting and watching tv, eating breakfast, doing normal bloke shit. Neither of them say anything for a few minutes. Jamie remembers the hug, Roy pulling him in unquestioningly as Coach Beard pulled his dad out of the room. Remembers crying into Roy’s shoulder. He flushes a little, embarrassed heat rising on the tips of his ears and the back of his neck. Men don’t cry, his father’s voice, decades old, admonishes in his head. He sniffs, rubbing a hand over his face.

(ohhhhh charlie tartt verse my beloved.....)

7: Were there any ideas you had for [insert fic] that you couldn’t make work? What were they?

uhhhhhh for my figfabian lounge singer au i wanted to have more scenes where zelda, gorgug, and riz were trying to matchmake and encourage from Fig's end but couldn't find a good way to incorporate that from Fabian's pov naturally (also kristen is the one who makes fig's nasty pre show tea!!)

11: Which OC of yours do you think is the most similar to you? Which OC is the most different? Why?

svksjvks idk if she counts as an oc, technically, but Leah Gray my beloved is based off a character i played in a show in highschool and she has a lot of. both a younger me and what a younger me wanted to be in her, if that makes sense? but also. in drawing from my experience in acting, almost every character ive written has at least part of myself or my experience in them, it helps me write and connect with them !!

13: Do you prefer writing multi-chapter fics or single-part fics? Do you prefer reading multi-chapter fics or single-part fics?

uhhhhh i don't super have a preference either way? i usually divide fics into chapters vs line breaks in a one chap depending on the flow and the arc of the fic as a whole, also usually depending on the timeline of the fic and whether there's more than one pov. as for reading fics, i usually read one shot and multichap pretty indiscriminately! its usually just a structural tool the author uses to organize the fic

17: What has been the proudest moment for you so far since you started writing?

hm. i dont know. off the top of my head. if there are any single proudest moments in my writing, there have been a lot of things ive been proud of for different reasons! im proud of my fic w the highest word count, im proudest of my fic w the highest kudos count, im proud of fics that people have put on their fic rec lists (<333), im proud of the beverlin fic that mary @strangetorpedos beloved wrote a pov change for <3333 im proud of the yellope fic that aabria herself commented on (wtfffff !!), im proud of fics ive written with or for or alongside dear and talented friends of mine, etc etc etc !!

19: 15 words to describe the aesthetic of [insert fic].

oh dear. uhhhhhhh. bold of you to assume any of my fics have a specific aesthetic.

suits . slinky dresses. ripped jeans. combat boots. adele covers. piano. neon/stage lights. ice cream.

23: What’s one piece of advice you would give to anyone who wants to start writing or posting their writing online?

write for yourself. write what YOU want to explore, what YOU want to read about, what YOU think is interesting, and if other people like it too thats great! find people you like to talk about your work with that make you better and make your writing stronger, but don't let other people's wants and interests dictate what you write <3 some of my favorite fics ive written are ones that were deeply self indulgent and FUN, not ones that are popular or well trafficked or well received, and that's FINE i had fun writing them and i have fun rereading them and i have fun sharing them with my friends <33

send me numbers from about my fics!!

#my ao3 is also @grasslandgirl and its linked in my bio #also if u want me to answer 7 or 19 about a different fic thats totally fine just specify in the ask!!#asks #ao3 #tysmmmm jamie <333

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socheckitout-mikey · 3 years

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hey! this isn't a request or anything but i was just kinda curiou; how did you get into all your interests? like did you see them in tv, a friend request them to you? as long as the question Isnt personal or something I'd love to know !! 💗💗

heya birdie! (': i love this question sm and i'm v happy to answer it! <3

i got into the hobbit in academy when i had this friend who was super into lotr and literally learnt how to write and speak the elven language??? it was v fun and wholesome! (': thorin, fili and kili are my favs and i can't watch BoTFA any more: i have only ever watched it one time! :'(

i got into twilight through that craze in the early 2000's and honestly, i cat fought a girl in my fifth grade class for the last new moon book lmaoo it was wild asf! i remember when i went to see the movie with my dad and younger brothers when it first came out: my dad and brothers fell asleep and i was the only one at the edge of my seat absolutely invested. i love twilight sm despite everyone in my life having enough of me talking about it dhdhdhdh also all of my wives are in this fandom, like leah, rosalie, kate, tanya, maria- the list is endless :-:

i got into the lost boys bc a friend i used to have introduced me to it and i was incredibly hooked after that! i watch that movie like 7 times a day lmaoo i love it sm! i also played it in the background a lot when i was studying bc gotta have that eye candy known as dwayne distracting me haha! also star is so beautiful wth am i meant to do now that i've seen her? :-:

teen wolf was something my younger brothers introduced me to when it first came out and i was so hooked immediately! i have to confess that i haven't gone through even half of the dread doctor season lmaoo i still gotta finish the show. the reason why was bc i spoiled it for myself by finding out brett talbot and lori dies, and since isaac didn't come back i was like "welp, there goes all my hope" dhdhdudhsyeueh but its a solid show and i'm obsessed still to this day! also really sad erica died bc she was my everything, boyd's death still to this day haunts me bc it wasn't right! also, cora never returned and she was my wife too :(

the outsiders was introduced to me in middle school in 8th grade when i lived in canada! i remember the day i walked into english class and my teacher said we'd be reading a new book. it changed my life lmaoooo! i really enjoyed the book and movie, johnny and dally have always been the characters i connected to the most, though dally's death is one that i struggle to read through without crying shsudhdhd i did end up passing my english class that year bc i wrote a whole ass extra chapter and then some (basically a fanfic) about sodapop meeting a new girl called roxanne, there was drama, romance, angst- i got 100% bc i was the only one who didn't do a dumb ass board game or whatever. i remember the whole class cheered for my introverted ass like ew!

some honourable mentions are:

diabolik lovers: got into this when one of my brothers was like, "yo let's watch this shit!" and guys, lemme tell you when i say that yuma mukami can get it-i mean that shit! man's needs to step on me! also shu, subaru, ayato.... who gave them the right?! also yui is so damn precious and i love her sm! (': also yuma is my only personality trait bc he's all i ever talk about irl dhdhdhd

haikyuu!: man, kuroo is something else lemme tell you that! i am also an avid supporter of daichi, iwaizumi, oikawa, bokuto... and many more. the peak comedy that comes from this show gets me every single damn time-and yes, the english dub be funny asf too don't come for me!

free!: guys sousuke is so beautiful and so is rin! nagisa is the cutest little thing i have ever seen in my entire life, he's so precious!

peaky blinders: yooo my brothers got me into this and i am deceased whenever i watch it! i'm not ready for it to end :( alfie solomons is hilarious as hell dhhddjd so sad about john tho :'(

the vampire diaries/the originals: okay, i read some of the books and they were dope! i watched most of the show and it was good! the originals tho- guys when the mikaelsons were introduced lemme just tell you how hyped i was! i love all of them dhdhd even finn grew on me eventually. but rebecca mikaelson has every right to punch me in the throat and i'd thank her! <333

sorry i kinda splurged there and reared my thirsty head but- can you blame me?! - mae

#mae.answers #ask #answered #anonymous #anon #safsgshehe #i'm so sorry i kinda turned into a hoe at some parts #guys yuma is my biggest problem #shdhdhdhd #okay imma shut up about him now #ty for letting me answer this birdie!

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bleusarcellewrites · 6 years

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Lifetime Supplies (1) of Fanny Packs

happy LATE something i think BEDAY @coralreefskim !!!!!!!! Rn u r on a trip but fuck it, here’s your gift <333 hope you liked it <3

So, fanny packs, right?

Except that no, it’s not, in fact, a ‘fanny pack’. No matter what Lance or Pidge keep teasing him about, his utility belt is not a fanny pack.

Keith got it first from his dad, after weeks and weeks of begging to let seven years old Keith to try it on. His dad strapped it a few times over, the belt being too heavy and wide for his small hips, but somehow he made it work.

His dad always seemed to make things work.

After that it had been almost impossible for Keith to be seen without the belt. He remembers always following his dad around with it, watching him work on an old hoverbike he found abandoned and sometimes even helping him with it, happily passing any tool needed.

The pockets of the belt were small but pretty useful. Keith used to fill them with anything he could find; batteries, candies, dusty rocks, tiny screws, big screws, some bolts here and there.

Did he use them at some point? No but the intention was there.

One time a lizard lived on his right pocket for four days without Keith knowing. He named it Johnson.

Then his dad left and the Garrison came. There had been little to almost nothing on his name but anything he could save for himself, he would somehow shove it on his belt pockets, desperate for them to fit.

Keith remembers the frustrated tears he had shed when he couldn’t fit some things, like his dad’s walkie talkie or the books he used to read him sometimes before bed. Some of the things that once had been precious for his dad stayed behind and Keith couldn’t help but feel he was somehow letting his dad down.

The Garrison’s uniform didn’t allow belts.

They were uptight and old fashioned like that.

He didn’t wear it for more than six months before Shiro, his assigned mentor who later, without his knowing, would become the closest thing he would have to a family in so long, took him out one day outside the academy's perimeter.

To say that Keith had been happily surprised when his mentor arrived to his dorm in casual clothes and yet with an black utility belt is an understatement.

‘Utility Team’ Shiro had joked back then as he had ruffled his head. Keith, despite his denying, had liked the name.

Then Shiro left and loneliness came.

Luckily, in Keith’s odd logic, once he dropped out (Read: got kicked out) the utility belt was back on his hips daily and it felt right.

He went back to his dad’s shack, barely remembering its location. Somehow, he found it and he was little to not surprised to see it intact.

During his entire year on the desert, his belt pockets got filled with different stuff. He had one pocket especially for his small notebook for any new discovery he might had found in the desert’s caves. On another one, he got it filled with multiple chapsticks, different flavours; because going to town was exhausting, he decided to stock up every essential thing (Read: chapstick and instant noodles).

His third pocket had been filled once more with screws, bolts and a new pocket knife he managed to buy on his last trip to town plus the occasional bubble gum wrapper. His fourth pocket? It was Johnson The Second’s home.

Loneliness left and Voltron came.

The fact that Lance, insufferable and loud Lance, continued to call his utility belt a ‘fanny pack’ is still something beyond Keith’s understanding, especially when his best friend and leader wore one too.

But no. It’s just on Keith that looks like a fanny pack. It’s just on Keith that looks ridiculous.

Whatever.

Keith had managed to ignore the teasing, rolling his eyes when Pidge had joined in not much later. They were outnumbered, though, when three out of five paladins in Voltron did use said ‘fanny packs’.

Which, again, not fanny packs.

It’s not like Pidge nor Lance could deny how useful they were; not when it had been more than once when Pidge had cut herself with a sharp end of whatever technology she would be working on and Keith would be ready with a bandaid for her.

Nor when Lance would steal one of his chapstick he still had from earth. The little shit stealing his favorite strawberry flavoured one.

It was okay in the end, though, because it was later, way way later, when Keith managed to taste the strawberry once again on his lips, just not from the chapstick itself.

Once he began dating the hurricane that is Lance McClain, some of his pockets started to be filled up with tiny pretty rocks and crystals Lance would collect from every planet they would visit and another pocket would be filled with hair ties (“Goodbye mullet.” “It’s still there, though?” “Goodbye mullet I said.”) and even more bobby pins.

Not that Keith had minded. He liked it. Specially the pretty blue rock Lance gave to him the day they first kissed. Keith’s pretty sure that Lance doesn’t know he carries the damn rock with him everywhere.

But then Keith himself left and the Blade of Marmora came.

Somehow, Keith’s still unsure on how, but he managed to keep his fanny - utility belt once he joined the Blade.

Tiny explosives and tracers filled one of his pockets on his left side. On his other pocket next to it was the opposite of ‘filled’, it lacked of stuff except for those pills Kolivan has gave to him with a somberly from day one that Keith made it his personal mission to avoid at all costs.

The belt was light on his hips, making it easier to move during missions, and not needing much to work with when most of the missions were stealth ones. There wasn’t much point for him to carry it around.

He would make sure to always bring it with him anyways, every time, without fail. Because it’s on the fourth pocket, on the right side, where he would keep the team’s photos. Small polaroid photographs Lance had snuck in before he had left.

They helped. A lot.

Those small photos were his reason to keep fighting. Keith really owed Lance one. Maybe he will let him call his belt a fanny pack just once. After the war is done and he can be once again with the group of missfit people he calls now family.

Then the war ended and his kids came.

Nowadays, his utility belt is worn out and really patched up but he doesn’t have the heart to throw it away. It’s still useful as always though; he now carries different types of candies on his right pocket, right next to the one where he puts his pocket knife and bobby pins.

On his other remaining two he carries bandaids from different cartoon characters his children are currently obsessed with. He had just taken one of them recently, when Leah had whined about a tiny almost non existent cut on her forearm.

Keith’s pretty sure his daughter just liked having a lot of bandaids on her. Keith never called her out on it, it was adorable as it was.

In the last pocket, Keith keeps his house keys and wallet, in which it’s more filled with pictures of his family than anything else; pictures of Voltron on their days in space and nowadays in his and Lance’s backyard. Some are of his kids, with both Rey and Leah in the middle of him and Lance beaming brightly at the camera.

Keith managed to get one from his parents, an old picture Krolia gave to him a few months back on her last visit. He even has a picture of Johnson The Fourth, because Leah had declared he was family on their last trip to the desert.

In the end, his utility belt has been through a lifetime and Keith suspects it will go through another as he sees the way his oldest son picks it up from the couch and excitedly puts it around his hips, beaming happily.

Keith chuckles under his breath as he steps in and with a fond smile, he fixes the utility belt around his son’s hips, strapping it good and secure on him.

His son rambles excitedly at him, pride shining through his green eyes and Keith reaches out to ruffle his hair affectionately when the seven years old starts opening every single pocket on the belt.

“Keith! Is that our son wearing your old ragged fanny pack!?”

Keith winces playfully with a sheepish smile at the shout of his husband behind him, rolling his eyes at the childlike giggle that follows right after coming from their daughter.

Okay, so, his utility belt is now in danger, but Keith has managed to keep it safe from Lance for years now.

“Maybe.”

What is a lifetime more.

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