#literally. that detail just came out last night. and i can't get over it.

[monstermoviedean]

well on one hand i'm no longer feeling numb to current events. on the other hand i'm no longer feeling numb to current events.

#cw violence #these tags get really upsetting please read at your own risk #i know i'm preaching to the choir here but the police are not only useless but actively harmful. #forty minutes before they got into the school #minimum. forty minutes minimum. #and in the meantime they were arresting and restraining family members who were trying to get into the school to save their kids #literally. that detail just came out last night. and i can't get over it. #they spent their time not trying to get in but preventing others from getting in. #and the armed sro did little to nothing. #i know people know sros are harmful but even statistically (not anecdotally) speaking the only things sros have been proven to do are #1) reduce small acts of violence (fights stabbings etc) and 2) increase rates of discipline suspension and expulsion for students of color #that's it. there's no statistical evidence that they do anything else. #like i knew they were worse than useless but i didn't realize there was actual data to back it up #most of them also get no school-specific training by the way. they're literally just cops plopped into schools. they know NOTHING about kids #and all this bs about how brave police are to put their lives on the line every day. when they didn't even go into the school right away. #they think their lives are more important than those of children. and they let those kids die. #i don't know how many they could have saved but. they could have acted so much faster. #i'm thinking about when my school did a lockdown drill and didn't tell us it was a drill so we would 'take it seriously' #and how terrified i was sitting there with 35 kids hiding out of sight thinking about how i'd have to charge a shooter if they came in. #it was 15-20 minutes and it was one of the most stressful experiences of my life. #and those kids and teachers sat there while the cops did worse than nothing. for minimum 40 minutes.

[lnfours]

inclinations (mirrorball) | l.n

summary: a story told in two parts: summer and autumn. summer held the whirlwind romance that came crashing down too soon. autumn brought the repercussions of young love and learning how to fall in love all over again.

au: childhood friends to lovers, uni!au

warnings: fluff, some subtle hints at what's happening with flo if you squint, a little bit of angst if you squint, language, things are getting... interesting.

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"so, how was your night with my brother?"

the question you had been avoiding all morning. flo had you sitting at her vanity, the various styling tools sitting on the surface in front of you as you watched her concentrate.

you hummed, "was alright," you said, "how was yours? can't ask me to keep lando and then not tell me who you had over."

your teasing smile reflected back at her as she matched it, furrowing her eyebrows, "some guy that's been in my dms, that's all."

"oh, come on!" you laughed, "what's his name? what's he like?"

she shook her head, "it was just a one night thing, i don't know if i'm going to see him again."

you could tell she was bluffing, but you decided not to press about it any further. if she wanted to tell you the details, she would've by now.

"back to you, though," she continued, "what happened last night?"

you shook your head, "nothing."

"please, he was literally beaming when he got home last night," she said, "and you're glowing right now. something had to have happened between the two of you."

you sighed, your phone buzzing on your lap. you tapped on the lockscreen, almost immediately locking it again when you saw the name pop up in your notifications.

lando.

you looked back up in the mirror, meeting her eyes in the reflection as she smiled softly at you, "we uhm... we kissed."

she gasped loudly, "you kissed!?"

you licked your lips nervously, it wasn't like she was unaware of the whole situation between you and lando, but it still felt awkward to tell her you were slowly falling in love with her brother, "yeah,"

"oh my god," she smiled, "finally! i've been waiting for this for so long."

you laughed with her, "me too, flo. me too."

your phone buzzed again against the skin of your thigh. you looked down at the screen again, another text from him lighting up.

lando

good morning ☀️ see you soon?

you were quick to type back a response, telling him you'd see him downstairs in a few. he put the thumbs up reaction to your text before you locked it once again.

you weren't sure why, but you were nervous all over again. something about him made you giddy and nervous and brought out the grade-school-like crush you've had on him since you were old enough to realize boys didn't actually have cooties.

once flo was satisfied with how she styled your hair, she smiled in the reflection next to you. you both smiled at each other, another happy summer with your favorite people. there wasn't much to complain about.

you two walked down the stairs, arms linked. you smiled as max and landos' heads immediately whipped to look at the staircase upon hearing your footsteps. they stood from the couch, lando's eyes meeting yours as you stood in front of him now.

flo walked over to talk to max, the two laughing as lando's eyes took everything about you in, his way of memorizing this exact moment. his way of silently wishing he could take pictures with his mind.

"you look," he paused, trying his best to keep from falling on his knees and asking you to marry him then and there, because he would, "absolutely beautiful."

your head tilted towards the floor, smiling as you brushed a piece of hair behind your ear, "thank you, you look beautiful, too."

he laughed, the uneasy tension now turning to dust, "thank you."

you smiled, watercolored eyes meeting yours before max put an arm on his shoulder, "mate, let's eat. 'm starving."

lando nodded towards his friend, offering you his arm. you smiled, holding onto his forearm as you followed flo and max into the dining room. everyone smiled and bid hellos upon your entrance into the room, your mom getting up to give the kids she considered her nonbiological children hugs.

the brunch was perfect, as always. the food cisca had made was delicious, mimosas perfectly topped off each time, and good conversation, as always. just like it had been every year for as long as you could remember.

"lando, i heard you're living in monaco," your mother smiled, "how is it? you like it?"

he nodded, swallowing a sip of water from his glass, "love it. it's great, can't wait for you guys to visit one day so i can show you around."

you smiled at the boy next to you, your mother speaking for you, "we'd love to, honey."

"oh, y/n," cisca smiled, "how's new york? still okay?"

you nodded, "i mean, it's definitely still growing on me," you joked as everyone chuckled softly, "but it's been great so far. my roommate is awesome, i'm having a really good time."

she nodded, smiling at you with bright eyes, just like her son had smiled at you multiple times in the past, "i'm happy for you, love."

you thanked her, all of you helping clean up the table once everyone decided they were full on all sorts of breakfast foods. you were in the kitchen, helping your mom wash the dishes when lando's figure appeared in the doorway.

you smiled over at him, "yes?"

he nodded towards the back door, "wanna go for a walk?"

you turned back to your mom, but she was already reaching for the plates in your grasp as she smiled, "go,"

"you sure?"

she rolled her eyes playfully, laughing, "yes! now, go!"

you smiled as you followed him out the back door and onto the patio. he led you down the steps of the deck, you kicking your shoes off as the two of you walked towards the beach.

he took your shoes from your grasp, slipping his free hand into yours as the two of you trudged through the sand, "do you want to go on a date?"

you smiled over at the curly haired brunette, "a date date?"

he nodded, "yes, a date date," he laughed softly, "'re you busy tomorrow night?"

you shook your head, turning to stand in front of him. the sun was bright against the ocean, the waves crashing against the shore peacefully. his eyes were bright in the natural light, the silver of his necklace glimmering in the july sun.

everything right here, right now, was peaceful. for the first time in a long time, you were content, perfectly content with life. nothing in the world could ruin this for you.

"i'd love to," you smiled, "pick me up at 7?"

he nodded, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "sounds good, love."

your heart fluttered at the nickname. you weren't sure why, it wasn't the first time he'd call you 'love' before, but this was a different way. it was a way you had been dreaming about since you were kids, since you met the curly haired brunette boy with an accent and freckles and moles that littered his face in a pretty way.

his hand moved from behind your ear, the other one placing your shoes in the sand before reaching around the back of his neck. you watched him with furrowed eyebrows as he unclasped the hook to his necklace.

it slipped away from his collarbone as he smiled softly, moving to wrap it around your neck instead. your eyes met his blue ones again, green flecks sparkling in the summer sun as you questioned him, "lando?"

he hummed, clasping the chain with two rings around your neck, your fingers reaching up to touch the cold metal, "i want you to have it?"

"why?" you laughed softly, still unsure about what he was trying to do and why he was giving you the necklace you had given him all those years ago.

"do you remember the note you wrote when you gave it to me?"

you thought back to the little slip of paper you slipped into the box before wrapping it up and sticking a little bow on the top for his birthday.

"two rings intertwined," you smiled.

"just like our souls," he smiled back at you, "no matter how far apart we are, i want you to remember that."

you wrapped your arms around his neck, "have i ever told you that you're perfect?"

he chuckled, his snaking around your waist now, "i'm far from it."

"not to me," you shook your head, a smile still on your face, "you're everything."

he smiled, a smile you'd do anything to be on the receiving end of forever. the same boy who would do anything for you, all you had to do was ask.

you stood on your tiptoes, your lips meeting his sweetly as he pulled you as close as he could, leaving no room for air in between your bodies.

he pulled away, his forehead resting on yours, giggles escaping both your lips. he reached into his pocket, pulling out his buzzing phone as he excused himself, walking away to answer the phone.

you smiled, reaching up to absentmindedly play with the rings sitting perfectly against your beating heart, the one you were slowly starting to think only beat for him.

he looked over at you, almost a sad expression on his face as he talked to the other person on the phone. you sent him a questioning look before he hung up the phone, making his way back over to you.

you took his hand into yours, the two of you walking through the sand, "everything okay?"

he nodded back at you, "yeah, everything's good."

you believed him, nodding as you held onto his forearm, resting your head on his shoulder as the two of you walked back towards the house. you missed the way he licked his lips nervously, the loss of sparkle in his eyes and the soft sigh he let out when he thought about the fact he was going to have to leave once again.

or the way his heart broke slightly at the thought of him catching a flight early the next morning. he wasn't sure if he had the heart to tell you he was being dragged back into his busy life again. how could he? he just showed up and all of a sudden has to disappear again? he didn't know what to say or how to say it.

you caught onto his silence as the two of you approached the house, "you sure you're okay?"

your concern was the icing on the cake, "i have to tell you something."

you furrowed your eyebrows, the two of you turning to look at one another. you held his hand loosely in yours, giving him a soft smile, "what's up?"

"we have to reschedule that date," he sighed, "i won't be here."

you shook your head, confusion etching your facial features, "what do you mean? you're on summer break, right?"

he nodded, "supposed to be, but they want me back in england for some trainings."

"well, you'll be back, right?"

he looked away from you, shaking his head, "i don't know."

"but you just got here," you said, "they seriously can't let you have a little downtime?"

"you know my schedule isn't normal," he sighed, "you of all people i was hoping would understand."

"no, i do," you sighed, "it's just, we just figured out everything and all of a sudden you're getting shipped halfway across the world. i just, i don't get it."

"i know," he nodded, reaching out to place his hand against your cheek, "but, i'll call you every chance i get, okay? we'll make it work. promise."

you believed him again, nodding your head and leaning into his touch, "okay."

#lando norris #lando norris x reader #lando norris x reader imagine #lando norris x reader series #lando norris series #lando norris imagine #lando norris fluff imagine #lando norris fluff #friends to lovers #childhood friends to lovers #university au #mclaren f1 #mclaren formula one #lando norris series fluff #lando norris friends to lovers series #inclinations series #imagine #f1 imagine #ln4 x reader #ln4 imagine #ln4 series #ln4 x reader series #ln4 x reader fluff imagine #ln4 imagines

[devilmaymetalgear]

Hi there! I just came across your blog and the domestic Sparda twins head canons is so accurate ♥️😩 I love it. I saw that your requests are open 👀 Would it be okay if you gave me your take over Friends-with-benefits to lovers with both Dante and Vergil? Any gender is okay with me 👌🏻 Thanks in advance ♥️

dante sparda x reader // vergil sparda x reader

gn reader // friends with benefits hcs

cw // friends with benefits so nsfw but nothing too explicit detailed

A/n: so this ended up turning into partially um general nsfw headcanons so my apologies if it's not super specific to only friends with benefits 😓

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- Dante is quite literally the king of aftercare, anything you need/want he's got it. If you ask him real nice he'll even run a bath for you (though you might wanna ask if he paid his water bill first)

- surprisingly he doesn't make it awkward, he still manages to look at you the same way he did before rearranging your guts.

- he does like to tease you about it though, just some playful banter here and there. Anytime you say something mean to him he gets a kick out replying with "that's not what you were saying about me last night!!" Even on the 1000th time of saying it, it's still funny to him

- once he figures out that he likes you more than just a friend he's always trying to get you to stay as long as you can afterwards

- occasionally he lets out little 'i love you's during while he's fucking you and if you ask him about it afterwards he'll act like he's never even heard that sentence before.

- despite his confident exterior, it takes a while for him to finally say anything to you. But by God is he thrilled once he's finally told you, and even more so when you tell him how you feel the same

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- while Dante generally knows what to do after the act, Vergil's always a little distant. Never mean or anything just quiet. He's trying to process his feelings so you gotta give him time

- he knows he loves you, just doesn't wanna risk making things weird with you, y'know?

- despite what a lot of people say, I think vergil tends to be more gentle, and with you especially more passionate. Of course he can get rough when he's angry or just in that mood but I think he'd be pretty soft in bed.

- mumbling sweet nothings that you can't understand but he can. It satiates him for a while, close enough to being your lover without actually being your lover

- honestly I think you'd have to tell him you love him first, he's so emotionally constipated he'd probably just sit on his feelings of you and try and ignore them.

Sparda twins save me save me sparda twins

#dmc vergil #dmc dante #dmc #dmc x reader #dante x reader #dante sparda x reader #vergil x reader #vergil sparda x reader

[granolawriting]

New things ☆ ° *

pairing: Platonic Jedi!reader x Jedi Anakin

Summary: Anakin spent his young days as either a slave or "the chosen one". Never having the opportunity to really celebrate the holidays, you explain to him a celebration on your own planet for the fall season

word count: 1.8k

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A/N: This was literally so much fun to write, I really like writing anakins banter with the reader, and overall just the stupid things he'd say in my own interpritation of his character off the battle feild. I hope you enjoy!! This is the 3rd installment for my kinktober list, Make sure if you like my work to check out my requests/comissions or my ko-fi!!!

“I feel dumb. Are you sure you’re not pulling one over on me?” 

Anakin stares with inquisitive intent at the pumpkin you laid before him. Sat upon a steel counter of the kitchen within your room in the Jedi temple. Tossed on a small ottoman in the middle of your home was a bag full of ingredients for baking, holodramas of sith legends, and most importantly, the means for cutting up the pumpkins that sat before you and Anakin. 

“Dude, I lived it and you didn't. Either you can trust me and stab the pumpkin, or you can forever live in a non-holiday spirit.” 

“I just can't imagine that this actually got popular. What’s the meaning behind this?”

“Yaknow, this was initially made to scare away the sith ghosts that would roam the halls at night on the night before halloween.” 

“That's total bull. I don't think this would scare a 5 year old.” 

“You haven't even cut into it yet!” 

Anakin holds up the traceable mold that came with the package of serrated knives and spoons, triangle eyes and comically sharp teeth. 

“I don't have to to know that if a youngling saw this, they would start laughing at me.” 

You snatch it away from him teasingly, a melodramatic face of anger contorting upon you, 

“Well then, it seems like they have no holiday spirit either! Pay them no mind. There are those who get it, and those who don't!” 

“Whatever. Just hand me the knife.” 

“You don't even know what to do!” 

Thus the first activity begins, detailing the two of you slowly cutting into pumpkins while a music box softly plays soundtracks of scary films from your childhood. Demonstrating to Anakin exactly how to cut into a pumpkin with less than graceful precision, 

“You don't know what you’re doing.”

“Shut up! It's been a while.” 

And as the top finally pops off of the head of the pumpkin, you and him rejoice in quite a small victory. Though the excitement upon his face only lasts a moment, because as he watches you delve elbow deep within the inside of the pumpkin, horror shocks him stiff. 

“What the fuck are you doing.” 

Eyes widened at the prospect of having to do that himself. 

“What? Big scary Jedi doesn't like getting his hands dirty?” 

Teasing inflection coats your voice at the sight of his distress.

“This is just disgusting! I don't mind getting dirty if it's not slimy shit all over my body.” 

“Well, I suggest you take off that fancy robe.” 

Exasperated sigh exits him with great dramatic flair, as he walks over to the living room to slowly disrobe as to take in his last seconds of cleanliness before his agreeance to engage in your home planet festivities weighs more and more on him like one of the worst decisions he’s ever made in his whole life. 

Slowly does he inch his fingers inside the pumpkin itself, and when he reaches the bottom eyes close and eyebrows contort upwards. 

“Stop looking like you’re about to die. It's a pumpkin not a dead tooka.” 

“Thanks for that image.” 

And so the two of you slowly scrape pumpkin into a larger bowl of insides between the both of you, melodramatic whines by Anakin that really bring out the kid in him. Anakin, despite being such a great warrior and chosen one, was still quite young. He never really had the ability to do childish things, growing up as a slave and thrusted into the jedi temple thereafter there was no room to be a kid-- do kid things. So that's what you focused on in your time with him. It consisted of helping him get in touch with who he really is, not who people exactly wanted him to be. And you bore through it, even if sometimes it meant feilding his complaints like a whining child who has to share their toys with other kids. When Anakin wasn't in the line of fire he was a simple, silly person. A boy, really. 

The moment his pumpkin was satisfactorily scraped, he runs to wash his arms under water and copious amounts of soap. 

“Oh, did you know people can be allergic to pumpkin?” 

“You’re kidding right.” 

“Yeah well I just hope you’re not.” 

“Could've told me that before I just violated it like that.” 

“Slipped my mind.”

After a bit more carving within the eyes and mouth of the hollow pumpkin, you adorn the iconic face of a halloween grin upon yours, and Anakin opting for a more sinister look upon his. 

“You said it was supposed to scare people, none of the designs has that effect.” 

Well Anakin, I think the most scary thing about this is how you cut it. I can barely tell what's going on here.” 

“You don't understand my vision. It's for the sith ghost, not you.” 

As the first activity of pumpkin cutting comes to an end, a small glow emitting within the pumpkins as you place the small glowing orb that completes every carving inside its center, you and Anakin stand back impressed with one another's work. 

“I guess it wasn't half bad.” 

“Told you” 

The next project you two had up against you was baking. Now, once again you were well convinced that Anakin had never cooked his own food his entire life. At least, anything complex. Whenever he had to make his own food it was often very simple, laced with struggle. The peak of his culinary journey was 5 years old, for reference. 

“Why do we need to put so many things in here? Aren't we making cookies?” 

“Yes, but to make it not taste like sand then we’re gonna have to add more flavors.” 

“Sand, very funny. What's with the paste?” 

“The icing?” 

“Whatever.” 

“It's for after the cookie. We’re going to decorate it.” 

“This seems like a lot of work for 2 bites.” 

“You eat them in 2 bites?” 

“I’ve got things to do.” 

And thus the teaching begins once more. You have to explain how to keep the wet from the dry until you’re willing to mix everything, teaching him how to crack an egg as he fails in the process getting residue all over your countertop. You show him how to whisk, watching him struggle with the thick batter as the automatic one you keep in your cabinet stays sadistically untouched. And as you two finally finish the batter, you show him how to put them on the sheets properly. 

“When you roll them, you have to remember they’re going to flatten and expand. Don't make them the size of a cookie, make them like a third of the size.” 

“But if I made it the size of a cookie, I could have a 3x cookie. Mathematically speaking.” 

“Yes, but don't do that. They’ll all stick together.” 

“To make one monster cookie?” 

“Theoretically yeah.” 

“Noted.” 

As he grabbed huge chunks of dough within the bowl you both shared, you just chose to pick your battles. 

Setting the timer for 40 minutes, there were now 40 minutes to kill before you were able to get to the next part of the process-- decorating. Looking within your bag of festivities you find the holodramas that lie at the bottom of the bag, reminiscent of your childhood. The exaggerated stories of siths and creatures of the outer rim that would haunt and stalk you, stories that scared you awake when you were younger. You allow Anakin to pick from a few of the titles. 

“Frankensith? The uh.. Friday before 429. The ewok in the woods. These all sound a little corny.” 

“Again, you don’t get it. But I promise you watching these things will freak you out. The ewok  one scared me so much I couldn't sleep for days afterwards.” 

“And how old were you when that happened?” 

“...fifteen.” 

“You’re joking. Put it on.” 

Dimming the sights of your living room do the both of you sink into the couch as you pull out the final thing that will stave you from hunger until the cookies are completed. 

“What's with the wrapping on these?” 

He pointed at the chocolate you unveiled, wrapped in various depictions of horror legends over the years.

“Isn't it scary?” 

“He looks like he has a lazy eye.” 

“He’s supposed to be undead!” 

“Yeah, and with all that reanimation they cut him a little short.” 

“That's mean!” 

“Nothing so far has scared me, and the candy definitely isn't much different.”

“Whatever.” 

The bowl sat between the two of you held various kinds of candy from chocolate to sower, as the movie slowly came to a head. Laid back and judgemental, did Anakin lie unbothered upon the couch, expecting nothing to really catch his eye about this film more than dumb special effects and poor acting. 

Though as time went on you watched as his body slowly straightened, eyes with greater focus on the projection as the story grew deeper. You saw his face contort from indifference, to morbid curiosity, to the well awaited fear. 

BEEP!

The oven goes off, which makes Anakin jump. 

“HAH! You’re scared shitless aren't you.”

“Are you kidding me? These things are freaky by nature. Their little swords.. Their agility. I couldn't live.” 

“Uh huh. Well get up we need to decorate the cookies.” 

After allowing them to cool for a moment you begin to teach him how to pipe the icing onto the cookies. However as you gaze upon his own tray, there seems to be about 3 discernable cookies to your 6 well shaped ones. 

“All this means is that I have more room for artistic expression than you.” 

“Right. Just watch what I do and you can make whatever you want.” 

And as you draw cute ghosts, small faces decorating each of their eyes and little bats and pumpkins to match their theme, another glance at Anakin's tray once again reminds you you’re dealing with a 10 year old. Upon his cookies did he design quite crude depictions of the ewok’s with angry expressions on their face, forever immortalized- until eaten of course -a glare of small and furry anger upon the cookie. 

“Nice Anakin.” 

The night came to a close after that, finishing the ewok holo with greater ease as the fear inhabiting Anakin slowly dissipated in the ability to eat them at the same time they were eating others in their traps. A dark sky fell within your room and as you sat there with Anakin, pumpkins illuminated with silly faces and a growing pile of colorful foil piling on your coffee table as the candy bowl depleted, you felt complete. The feeling of having not only someone to celebrate the holidays with, but someone to share them with made you feel a little less alone. And you knew Anakin felt the same. 

#star wars #anakin skywalker #fanfiction #fanfic #anakin x reader #anakin fanfiction #hayden christensen #sw anakin #platonic anakin #platonic #anakin x jedi reader #anakin x platonic jedi

[ritz-writes]

Lego Monkie Kid Spotlight AU

What if, when Macaque came back, he didn't want revenge. What if did at first, just a few fights with Wukong that he lost every time, but eventually went "whats the point in this?" and moves on? What if he went to one of the few things that still brought him comfort: Theater.

Welcome to the Macaque-Preforms-In-Musicals AU, aka Spotlight AU

Everything is exactly the same. But one day, MK drags Wukong to a musical Mei got tickets for, Heathers to be exact (cuz i say so). Mei got three, and the third was supposed to be for Tang, but he got hella sick before and couldn't go (he was VERY upset about it. poor guy) so MK convinces Wukong to tag along so the ticket didn't go to waste. Wukong is in his hoodie, all slumped in his chair, thinking this was a waste of time and maybe he could just nap until the end. And that was his plan, really. He tries to block out the noise, tries to just sleep, but then hears-

"September 1st, 1989. Dear Diary-"

And he sits up cuz he KNOWS that voice. He knows it like he knows his own. He sits up and, lo and behold, Macaque was center stage as Veronica Sawyer (also cuz i say so). Wukong is in shock. He hadn't seen Macaque in years, and now he was performing in a musical? He wasn't surprised at that, at least. He knew how much Macaque loved performing.

He just... wasn't expecting it. He also wasn't expecting to get jealous during Dead Girl Walking, or to cry during Seventeen. And when MK saw him crying, borderline sobbing, he just assumed Wukong REALLY liked the musical.

MK and Mei have no idea who the darker monkey is, of course. They just see an actor with an amazing voice and hella good skills. Wukong knows though. He hardly pays attention to the story, eyes zeroed in on Macaque alone, ears only tuned into his voice. It was weird, seeing him so close (cuz of course Mei had to get seats close to the stage) without them trying to tear each others throats out.

And when the musical came to an end, he stood with everyone else, clapping. Macaque is all smiles and sweat, bowing with his fellow cast members. His eyes go over the crowd and eventually fall onto a familiar shade of gold. He didn't flinch, he didn't react, but his smile faltered ever so slightly. And as soon as the curtain fell, he ran to his dressing room to try and breathe.

He did all of this to AVOID Wukong. He knew the king never liked the theater arts, only ever enjoying the ones Macaque were in or held. But now he was here, clapping with tears in his eyes.

When he leaves to go home, Wukong's waiting for him. He tries to talk to him, his words stuttered and awkward, but Macaque shuts it down fast.

"I don't want to hear it, Wukong," he says. "Leave me alone. I've moved on. You should to." And walks past him.

Wukong was hurt, but not surprised. He tries to honor Macaque's wishes, TRIES to leave him alone... but apparently MK thinks Wukong would LOVE to keep going to musicals with them.

He tries to say no, but can't really come up with a good excuse. I mean, he can't rlly say 'sorry kid, but my ex that i kinda sorta killed is starring in a lot of them and he still doesnt like me and asked me to leave him alone. so i cant come with you, sorry.'

So he goes, but with a better disguise. That better disguise being a different colored hoodie and sunglasses. Cuz macaque totally wont recognize him that way.

I literally came up with this last night, so I haven't worked out all the details yet. This is a shadowpeach au tho, and they do eventually make up <3

#lmk #lego monkie kid #lmk au #lego monkie kid au #lmk spotlight au #lmk macaque #lmk wukong #lmk six eared macaque #lmk sun wukong #shadowpeach #lmk shadowpeach #lego monkie kid sun wukong #lego monkie kid macaque #spotlight au

[lullabyes22-blog]

Could you write the reactions of the Arcane characters (Silco, Sevika, Jinx, Vi, Caitlyn) to a reader who went out and came back late at night crying and bruised because she got into a fight with her bullies?

1. The reader didn't tell them who she was going out with or where

2. She didn't take her phone. She just left without telling anyone

Silco: Takes one look at your state, and rises slowly to his feet. One hand takes your chin, turning your face to the light to take in the extent of the damage. An eerie remoteness enters his eyes. In a sparing few words, he gets the details of what happened, and where the altercation occurred. Then he leaves you in Singed's care, and summons the crew. No warning; no explanation. He's already taken off.

There will be a bloodbath in the Lanes tonight.

Afterward, when the bastards heads are on pikes, he'll fold himself around you in bed and smooth a gentle hand through your hair. You'll be assigned a bodyguard after this 'encounter.' And given training in self-defense and situational awareness.

"You'll not be preyed upon by filth like that again."

Sevika: For a moment, she looks ready to belt you one. What were you thinking creeping off in the middle of the night?! Then she gets a look at your state and shakes her head - first in incredulity, then in rage. Can you walk? Good. Show her where this happened. Tell her what your attackers looked like. They can't have gotten far - not when she has lookouts posted in half the Lanes.

Once she's done bashing their heads in, expect a reaming-out while she patches you up. Hasn't she warned you to always be on your guard?

She'll take the day off tomorrow. Not letting you out of her sight until she's sure last night was a fluke and not something more sinister. Also expect to be fed. A lot. You'll need your strength for all the combat drills she will literally drill into you.

"Gonna make you untouchable. Let's see the bastards try."

Jinx: Baby, she was already following from the shadows. Your attackers wouldn't be permitted to lay a finger on you. She'd have perforated them full of lead with PuffPuff. After which you can expect a third degree on why you were out in the middle of the night without your phone. Who were you meeting? Why didn't you tell her where you were going? Has she screwed up and made you mad? Are you abandoning her?

You'll spend the rest of the night reassuring her rather than getting reassurances.

But hey - at least your bullies are taken care of?

"We should, hehehe, find a hole to dump the bodies in, maybe?"

Vi: The first thing she does is rush over to you. Her eyes are angry, but her hands are gentle as she bandages your cuts and tends to your bruises. Her first order of business is making sure you don't have any serious injuries. Next is making sure she's there for you emotionally.

Once you've calmed down, she'll grill you about where you were jumped and who the bullies were. Then she'll prowl the areas on her own until she's narrowed down the suspects - gotten them to confess - and given them the clobbering of their lives.

Thereafter, expect her to accompany you when you're outdoors at night. She doesn't need you running into more creeps.

"It's not that I don't trust you. It's just that I'd feel better knowing this doesn't happen again."

Caitlyn: She's not crying, but she's stricken and near-tears when you stumble home. Your phone already had a dozen texts and missed calls before she realized it wasn't on you; she's already called her Enforcer colleagues for favors on whether you've been spotted anywhere in X or Y vicinity.

The second she realizes you've been jumped, her mind goes to the big picture. Those bullies are still out there. They might hurt someone else - or do worse. But for now, the main order of business is getting you bandaged and in a safe headspace.

She'll be by your side, soothing and reassuring, at every step. Never once will she ask why you were out at night, or why you didn't have your phone on you. It's only once you're better that she'll slip into cop-mode and question you about the bullies. Then she'll put on her detective hat to track them down.

"Hm? Oh - just a few errands to run. Nothing to worry about. I'll bring back your favorite croissants from the bakery, all right? Rest up."

#arcane #arcane league of legends #arcane netflix #arcane headcanons #arcane headcanon #arcane caitlyn #arcane vi #arcane jinx #arcane sevika #arcane silco #silco #sevika #jinx #caitlyn #vi #silco x reader #sevika x reader #vi x reader #jinx x reader #caitlyn x reader #asks

[theold-ultraviolence]

What do you think Aemond modern or not moderns favorite ways to touch himself are? 👀 -🌸🧟‍♀️

Ok even though it's the same person I kinda wanna try to break down both canon Aemond and modern!Aemond. NSFW headcanons ahead:

Canon Aemond

When he's not yet betrothed, I don't think he touches himself all that much. He's too busy studying and training that I just don't know that it's in his top priority list of things to do for himself.

And also, because he's grown up seeing Aegon just doing it out in the open and not caring for decorum at all, he must be a little bit repelled to indulge in it himself.

If he gets off, I feel like it might've been the result of a wet dream, and he woke up rutting against the sheets until he came. And then that was that.

Or at night, when he can't sleep, he just jerks off and it's all very straight to the point, with the goal of reaching an orgasm only so he can sleep.

However, when he does have someone he fancies in mind, when he's been betrothed, or after he's been wed, he finds himself fantasizing about his partner a lot, and he can't help but touch himself to the thought of them.

His gaze is glued to them for the majority of the day, observing every single little detail he can use for later.

The first time, he might've let himself get in a comfortable position in bed, actually undressed himself to bask in the soft feeling of his sheets touching his skin, pretending the softness is a substitute to the feeling of his betrothed's skin.

He allows his hands to glide all over his skin, touching himself tentatively and really paying attention to what spots on his body make him shiver.

The hollow of his throat, the underside of his jaw. The inside of his thighs where the skin feels softest, his balls. That one vein that traverses his cock. Everything feels magnified when he truly sets his mind free of any ruckus, and concentrates on feeling.

He might discover he likes to edge himself and elongate that sweetly painful feeling that engulfs his cock, that pulls his balls tight and expands all over his core. And then he becomes addicted to it.

After he trains, he goes straight to prepare himself a bath and he indulges in the scented oils that are at his disposal. He finds that the slick of the oil makes his hand glide up and down his cock all the more deliciously and he finds himself wondering why it took him so damn long to just bask in this.

He thinks that he might get why Aegon literally does this at every hour of every day.

But when he's finally wedded, and finally knows what it's like for his cock to be welcomed inside your warmth, drenched in your slick...he really doesn't feel the need to touch himself anymore when he has you.

Modern!Aemond

I've kinda mentioned in previous general headcanons that, similarily to Aemond in canon, because he grew up with Aegon around, he's overall more private about the whole thing.

Quoting myself (lol) about touching himself, I wrote: He masturbates constantly but I can’t pinpoint what he would get off to? What would his fantasies be?  he’d probably be very zen about the whole thing, and instead of having a fantasy running in his head, his mind would go blank and he’d just focus on the sensations all over his body. Focusing instead of playing a game with himself, see for how long he can edge himself to have intense orgasms every time, each one better than the last.

So very similar to canon Aemond. And his sensitive spots are the same as well.

In this case, instead of fancy oils, because he has to keep it all more lowkey and he doesn't want Aegon to find out a whole set of oils in his bedroom and mock him for it, he just invests in nice lube.

I doubt he'd be the kind of guy to get himself toys or be more experimental; he'd be very straightforward in using his hand, and just playing at edging himself for as long as he can.

Maybe he's gotten curious and tried finger fucking himself but found he was too impatient for it and because of some repressed part of him, it has him feeling self conscious. (He'd wait for a partner to come back to this later. Someone who will be patient and will be willing to just focus all their attention on him).

However!! given the revelation from Ewan that Aemond listens to heavy metal, and that he got inspiration from 80's horror movies for him, I'm kinda getting the vibe of what he's fantasies would be like.

Maybe his fantasies would be really cinematic in the sense that, he saw a tit shot in a horror movie, and now he's imagining being in that world, being the scream queen's boyfriend. Or he'd be watching old music videos from his favorite metal bands; those videos usually feature tons of girls in bikinis or clothes that leave nothing to the imagination, so that's also 100% fuel for his fantasies.

Maybe he'd love to just put on his headphones, play his favorite record and close his eyes as he's touching himself, to the rythm of the song. Or imagining very vivid scenarios relating to the song lyrics.

If he has a special someone in mind, he's placing them in the spot of the horror queen, or in the spot of those song-inspired fantasies. He totally transports himself to another world.

When he has a partner, he does find that his need to jack off on his own subsides.

BUT when he does find a partner, maybe he'd enjoy masturbating right next to them.

It'd be on a lazy morning or night, with the two of you feeling too tired to do anything too intense, so you're just basking there in the comfort of your bed, peacefully and languidly touching yourselves as you lay next to one another. It's intimate and relaxing, while you share soft kisses and feel turned on by watching one another play with yourselves.

#🌸🧟‍♀️ #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen headcanons #aemond targaryen hcs #modern!aemond #modern!aemond targaryen headcanons #hotd #house of the dragon #fanfiction #ewan mitchell #my writing

[vllergy]

literally the first snz thing i've ever written please go ahead and eviscerate me but the brainrot was real and i needed an exorcism literally no plot, just snz. have some allergic!wolfwood and some kink!vash who is absolutely losing his mind in the seat next to him (dedicated to all the greats that came before me, i would tag u but i dont know you and dont want to be weird?!? apologies for showing up out of nowhere but i want to be friends with all of you out there who are writing incredible shit please and thank you)

It's still light enough that the interior of the jeep is bathed in blue velvet and Vash can see every detail of Wolfwood sitting next to him in perfect clarity. But just dark enough that he can watch him from the cover of the soft shadows afforded to him by the arch of the window he's pressed up against without anyone knowing. Vash rolls the side of his head a little farther against the glass just to discourage even the slightest suspicion that he's spying on the other man. Somehow, the glass is still warm even though the inside of the vehicle has cooled down considerably. On any other night, Vash might have chased after the sensation to stave off the chill that inevitably seeps in. Tonight, however, it only serves to make the blood rising to his cheeks feel like a fever. Pinpricks of heat needle at his flesh, stinging him as the blush burns hotter, brighter. He can feel the color red on his skin. He's lucky it's dark, because he's sure his face is as red as his jacket. 

Vash inhales a steadying breath and wrenches his eyes away from Wolfwood's profile in an effort to level himself out. Of course, just as he does so, the other man sniffles for what must be the hundredth time in that soft--admittedly unobtrusive--way that sets Vash's blood on fire. He's been doing it for the better part of an hour, and Vash feels like he's losing his mind. 

The race clearly lost, the flush on his cheeks radiates down the lower half of his face and throat. It spreads through his chest like a wildfire and suddenly the interior of the jeep feels stifling, like he can't catch his breath.

Still, ever a glutton for punishment, Vash can't help but look back over at Wolfwood. He's rewarded--or damned--with the sight of the other man pushing a knuckle against his nostril and rubbing harshly. It'd be obvious to anyone at this point, but it's been obvious to Vash for some time that something is bothering him. 

To be fair, there is something kind of acrid on the air that Vash can't quite place. The farther they drive, the more the sand has a sour edge to it, and the air has the consistency of syrup at the back of his throat. But he's always been more attuned to things like that. He can smell the threat of a storm waiting in a shift of a breeze, or a town full of decay from the way the sand smells even miles out. He's used to being alone in clocking those kinds of changes.

Neither Roberto or Meryl have commented on the change in atmosphere, but even if Wolfwood's not aware of it, it doesn't seem to agree with him. There's a strong part of Vash that's sympathetic. There's a pang in his chest that he always seems to get whenever Wolfwood is anything less than indomitable. Vash gets the urge to protect him, to care for him, to make his life easier somehow, despite any vitriol that might get thrown in his face (and usually does) for trying. 

But over the last hour, that sympathy has been well and truly worn out by something stronger. Hungrier. Something that would be a lot easier to get ahold of if he were not sitting with his knee brushing up against the other man's in close quarters with him while he sniffs away in maddening little bursts.

As Vash continues to watch, Wolfwood stretches his face and curls his upper lip over his teeth in an effort to do...something. Vash isn't sure what. That expression is nothing if not terribly itchy and doesn't look like it provides much relief.  Wolfwood seems less miserable as than he does terribly inconvenienced by the whole thing. He tried smoking a cigarette earlier but abandoned it early, seemingly not able to divide his attention between that and holding whatever this is at bay. 

Whatever this is. 

Vash shudders, despite the heat blooming in his chest. Part of him desperately hopes that whatever irritation Wolfwood's experiencing will keep him sniffly and annoyed for the rest of the journey, and nothing more. He'll be miserable, sure, but the alternative would be torture for Vash. And while the blonde is usually a man more than willing to fall on anyone else's sword for any reason and cut his teeth on the blade of mercy, this is one instance he'll gladly let Wolfwood shoulder the suffering. 

Then again--that other part of him is silently hoping against all hope that it might happen. It. He can't even think the word to himself, too afraid of what it might unravel in him. He's had yet to see it actually happen. Could it really be now? While they're sitting this close together? While it's this quiet? Vash's throat goes dry at the thought.

He gives a perfunctory glance toward the front windshield just for good measure and then lazily goes back to gazing at Wolfwood. 

Oh--

Vash almost misses it, it's so fast. There's a brief snarl of an expression and Wolfwood brings his closed fist underneath his nose. There's no audible inhalation of breath. No sound at all, actually. Just a quick dip of his head, and the briefest shudder of his body that just barely brushes his knee against Vash's. 

And then it's over. Wolfwood goes right back to staring out the window as if nothing had occurred, his eyes clear, expression steady. Doesn't even need a clearing sniff to punctuate it.

Vash, for his part, suddenly can't remember how to function. He ripped his gaze away so fast from the display that he's pretty sure his eyes are still spinning. The sand dunes in the distance blur as his gaze unfocuses and he begins to replay each motion over and over again from what little he can remember.

It was so fast, too fast. He should have been paying better attention. He'd missed seeing the way the sneeze must have crept up on Wolfwood, and the moment he must have decided it was happening whether he liked it or not.

Still, all things considered, Vash can't complain about what he did see. The slight cant of Wolfwood's dark brows, the way his nostrils had flared right above his fist, the slight shudder that made the silver cross necklace hanging across his chest wink at Vash in the moonlight. 

Vash bites his lip and lets his head tilt back. A deep, cleansing breath chases out the last bit of heat in his lungs.

There. That's the end of it. Wolfwood's concquered whatever it was that was bothering him, and Vash has seen what he wanted to. And he's still somehow in control of himself, by some miracle. All's well that ends well. Hengives a private little smile to the roof of the vehicle and flexes his hands on his thighs, thoroughly satisfied. 

Then, Wolfwood sniffs. 

Incredulous, Vash opens his eyes and carefully slides them over to the seat next to him. Where sure enough, Wolfwood is once again rubbing at his nose with a knuckle, this time with a bit more urgency. Vash picks up his head and stares with abandon, transfixed.

This time, he gets to see the entire thing. From the way Wolfwood's eyes start to slit closed, each long lash like a swipe of ink collecting in on themselves, to the way his mouth parts and reveals the white flash of a canine. There is a slight sound of breath this time, but soft enough that Vash is sure he's the only one who hears it. 

"Hh!"

Then, in the same manner as before, Wolfwood finally succumbs, placing his fist underneath his nose and dipping into a perfectly silent stifle. 

Between the haze of arousal, Vash has time to think it's a strange habit, especially for someone like Wolfwood. He's never known the man to do anything with much politeness, or chagrin for that matter. Had he been asked to predict his caliber of sneeze, he would have guessed it would have been a ground-shattering kind of ordeal that would have even woken the likes of Roberto. These tightly constrained sneezes seem oddly antithetical to who Wolfwood is as a person. 

Roberto is asleep, but Vash is certain Wolfwood isn't doing this for his benefit. So, then, why?

He doesn't have time to hypothesize further. Before Vash has time to pretend to look away again to keep his cover, Wolfwood stifles a third sneeze into his fist, just as silent as the first two. Wolfwood's body reacts a little more this time, the shudder more pronounced, and his knee hitting Vash's with a bit more strength. Though it could be blamed on the rattle of the ride, Vash knows better. He feels the point of contact like a gunshot. 

Now, he's presented with a strange problem. It's customary to bless someone in this situation, but it's clear Wolfwood is trying to keep everyone in this vehicle from knowing he's sneezing. And Vash's rapt attention notwithstanding, he's doing a pretty good job of it. 

Vash realizes he can't say anything without giving himself away--and even if he could, he gets the sense Wolfwood isn't someone who takes kindly to having his weaknesses highlighted. Someone who puts this much effort into concealing their sneezing probably doesn't want attention drawn to them, right?

Still, Vash is a creature of habit, even while he's trying desperately to get his blood to flow anywhere other than below his waist. So a moment later, Wolfwood gears up for another sneeze and realizes a simple clenched fist isn't going to cut it. He switches tactics and quickly pinches his nose shut with his thumb and forefinger, causing the sound to break through his teeth.

"Hngt-SST!" 

And Vash can't help himself. 

"Bless you," he whispers.

As expected, Wolfwood answers him with an all too familiar glare. His eyes shine like coins in the dark and Vash quickly palms the back of his neck, holding up his other hand in a show of surrender. It's a wordless apology, just as is Wolfwood's wordless Shut it, Needle-noggin.

The dark haired man goes back to staring out the window, only now with a scowl. He rubs the palm of his hand at the tip of his nose, crushing it into what he probably hopes is submission. The look on his face seems to say No more, not a single fucking one. And now Vash feels guilty. He didn't mean to make him uncomfortable. It really was just instinct. And maybe partly that strange, weird pulling feeling in his chest that makes him want to close the last inch of distance between them and rub Wolfwood's back until he feels better. 

Vash vows not to look anymore. He presses his cheek against the window and concentrates as hard as he can at the scenery outside. Things are blissfully quiet for a few moments. Vash allows himself to be lulled by the rocking of the rough terrain beneath the wheels and feels a bead of sweat drip down his spine.

Then, Wolfwood sniffles. 

Despite all evidence to the contrary, Vash's first instinct is that the other man is in some kind of emotional distress. Alarmed, he looks over immediately, despite just vowing not to. Wolfwood has his face turned away from him and angled down--Vash realizes he's using the collar of his shirt to rub at his nose. 

He's rubbing so hard, he looks like he's trying to start a fire. Vash desperately wants to take his hands and stop him before he hurts himself. He knows he should look away. Give him some privacy. But as soon as Wolfwood's breath starts to hitch, he's unable to do anything else but watch.

The rigorous rubbing comes to a halt and Wolfwood lifts his face just slightly from his collar. His breath snags, a quick staccato of whispered gasps. "Hh--hh..HHh!"

He curls in on himself, shoulders caving as he presses the grey fabric of his collar up over his nose and mouth and executes a near perfect stifle into it. Vash thinks that might be it, but another assaults him without giving him a breath in between. There's volume to it, but not much.

"Hngt-mpff!" 

He lifts his head blearily and Vash can see his expression in the reflection of the window. Brow downturned, eyes fluttering--suddenly something shifts and his mouth stretches back into a fuller, deeper gasp. Vash sees his teeth bared for a moment and his chest swelling against the opened panel of his suit.

Oh, this is--

"H'EHTschuh!" 

It's not terribly loud, and it's slightly contained by the fabric of his collar, but it's a proper sneeze this time. Wolfwood's whole body bends with the force of it. 

"Bless you!" Meryl chimes from the front seat. 

Vash winces, but figures it has to be fair game now. Wolfwood raises his opposite hand while the other still has his collar tented over his nose in a brief show of thanks. He sniffs noisily and then with a few testing sniffles, finally lowers his collar. Vash notices there's a damp spot amidst the dark grey fabric. He crosses his legs quickly.

Wolfwood settles back into his seat properly and swipes his wrist under his nose. Vash would have thought his mood might have soured further now that the jig is up, but if anything, he seems more relaxed now. His legs splay out, his thigh coming to rest against Vash's and their shoulders brushing. Wolfwood clears his throat once and huffs. 

Vash doesn't quite trust himself to speak but figures not saying anything is weirder. 

"Are you okay?" he asks.

Wolfwood cuts him a sidelong glance. There's no venom in it, nor suspicion, thankfully. There's a hazy look to him as if that last sneeze sent his head spinning. The thought is endearing as it is arousing. 

"M'good," is all the man offers in reply. 

He tips his head back, dark strands of hair sliding against each other like silk. Vash watches his bare chest rise and fall as he raises his hand and pinches the bridge of his nose. 

"You got any tissues up there?" he calls loud enough to be heard over the growl of the engine. 

Meryl's eyes flicker back to him in the rearview mirror. 

"There's some wadded up napkins."

"Hand 'em oh-h--"

Wolfwood's hand leaves his nose to hover, palm open, a few inches from his face. Vash thought he might just sneeze from there, but it's clearly turning into a bigger production. As his breath stutters, Wolfwood lifts his head from where it was tilted back and sits up fully. One hand becomes two as he steeples long fingers in front of his nose and mouth and his expression crumples. He whips forward into the space between his knees with a loud, throat scraping--"H’AEHHSSSZC’huu!"

Vash actually flinches. Now that sounds more like Wolfwood. Seems like all bets are off now. And just as Vash predicted,  the sound wakes Roberto from his sleep with a jolt. 

"Bless you," Meryl sighs.

Vash immediately puts a hand on Wolfwood's back where he's still hunched over, folded into his hands.

"Wow," he says, both in sympathy and in reverence.

Meryl reaches back with the napkins and Vash takes them from her. But before he can give them to Wolfwood, he feels the man's ribcage expanding underneath his palm. He doesn't even resurface, sneezing into his hands again from between his knees.

"DZZISSHh’huu!"

"That you sneezin' back there, undertaker?" Roberto grumbles.

Wolfwood grunts in response and finally lifts his head with a snuffle. Vash finds one of his hands and presses the napkins there. Wolfwood takes them without protest and immediately crushes them to his nose as he sits back up. 

Vash thinks to remove his other hand from his back but he doesn't, and for his part, Wolfwood doesn't shirk his touch. If anything, he leans into the hand along his spine, leans into Vash. The scent of his skin invades Vash's senses. Somehow, he still manages to smell nice after being in the burning heat all day. 

He's polite enough to turn his head as he starts to blow his nose. The action must vibrate an already miserably tickly sinuses, because mid-way through he can't help but sneeze helplessly into the fistful of napkins. 

"H'AEHchhff!"

His body wrenches with it, the muscles of his back tensing under Vash's side. Vash feels like he's going cross-eyed. As much as he likes the closeness, it's about to become a problem very soon if this doesn't let up. He shifts in his seat and tries to angle his hips away from the other man as much as he can.

"Bless you," he manages.

Meryl looks amused, "What's gotten into you, Wolfwood?"

"You telling me you guys don't fucking smell that?" Wolfwood bites back, his voice slightly muffled from the napkins as he continues to wipe at his nose. 

"Smell what?" Roberto asks. 

"I do," Vash says, eager for at least a slight segue in the conversation, "There's something in the air for sure. I've been noticing it for a while."

Meryl tilts her head, "I guess it does smell a little funny."

"Whatever it is, it's driving me fucking crazy."

Vash swallows. Someone else is piloting his mouth when he says, "You must be really sensitive."

Wolfwood lowers the napkins and shrugs noncommittally. He dabs at his nose, which is most assuredly turning the shade of a ripe peach, with the sodden napkins. Vash's heart gives a little pang. Suddenly, he remembers he has napkins too. He can't even remember the place they last stopped for food, his memory before this ride is all white noise at this point, but he knows he grabbed some.

"Here, Wolfwood," he says, digging into his coat and procuring some neatly folded napkins.

Wolfwood gives him a smirk that unfurls something in his chest. "You holdin' out on me this whole time, Blondie?"

"I just remembered I had them," he answers truthfully, "Sorry, I would have--" He trails off as he watches Wolfwood's expression quiver. There isn't time for a napkin exchange, Wolfwood is already wrenching away from him and this time opting to sneeze directly at the floor. 

"h'YIISHZSHh’huu!"

"Can you sneeze any quieter?" Meryl complains. 

Yes, he can, Vash thinks as his brain knits itself back together. He hands over the clean napkins as Wolfwood blindly reaches for them. He gets ahold of them, but doesn't even attempt to get them to his face in time to catch the second sneeze that barrels out of him. He shakes his head like a dog and whips towards the floor again--"H’AEEHHSSEZCh'yue!"

It's even louder than the first, and Vash wonders if that was just to spite Meryl.

"Bless you," Vash murmurs.

"Thagks," Wolfwood says as he straightens up and finally puts the new napkins to good use. He blows his nose almost comically, as if he's trying to make as much noise as possible. But given the way it sounds, Vash thinks that at least isn't for show. He's just genuinely trying to clear whatever's bothering him out of his sinuses. 

When he's finally done, Wolfwood wads up the napkins in his fist, gives a dry, irritated sniff and touches lightly at his septum with the tip of his ring finger. 

"Feel better?" Vash dares ask. 

"Yeah," Wolfwood gives an experimental sniff, "Think it's gone now."

Vash is equal parts relieved and disappointed. He smiles in the former and nods. 

"Good. Hopefully we'll be out of this area soon," he says encouragingly.

Wolfwood nod and turns a languid glance out the window. Vash studies his expression, holding his breath in fear of another telltale sign of a tickle. But nothing happens. Wolfwood's face stays serene. If not for the hue of his nostrils, one might not think anything had occurred at all. 

Vash allows himself to let down his guard. He rests his head against the window once more and actually closes his eyes. Blood is beginning to redistribute. His heart rate is going down. The pleasant coolness of the inside of the vehicle is doing wonders for him and he's grateful for the little seam open on the window letting in some of the air. It plays with his eyelashes and the tips of his hair as he lets the new quiet soothe him. 

Fifteen minutes later, Vash is on the edge of sleep, just about to plunge through when he hears Wolfwood sniff.

#idk how to end things #also i could have kept writing this for days i needed to be stopped #anyway uh #t/rigun #i guess #throwing my hat in the ring among so many crazy talented writers #i feel like i needed to give the community something after lurking for like 800 years and selfishly drooling over everyone else's content #idk now i have to run away and hope no one sees it???? #anyway vash is a disaster this poor guy #you ever want to take care of a handsome man with his tiddies out and also kiss him senseless yea #my writing #snz

[cat-dragoness]

Reading Castle in the Air to out loud to my housemates (pt. 2/2)

Picking up in Chapter 14-ish:

The djinn: "He first ordered me to steal a certain moving castle belonging to a wizard in this land of Ingary."

Housemate #1: "Oh my. Howl is furious right now." Me: "Yes, yes he is."

The genie is afraid of heights! I had forgotten about that detail. I don't think the housemates picked up on it mwahaha.

(I'm actually a bit frustrated now, because I feel certain that it came up in HMC that Howl is afraid of heights, and now I can't find where that was.)

Also the carpet being so smug that Abdullah is complimenting it while the genie is just wailing irately over both heights and having to listen to Abdullah flatter the carpet is just… it's them. It's very obvious that it's them.

All right, time to finish the rest of the book in one night, because Stuff Is Happening now.

Lettie: *realizes that Midnight is Sophie*. The housemates: "What?!!"

The housemates: "But that means Howl is Whippersnapper!" Me: *actually stops reading for like three minutes laughing uncontrollably*

The housemates: "Oh no, Abdullah's going to try to help with the wards and stuff is going to go wrong."

Sophie: "I have no idea where Howl is." The housemates: "What?!"

The housemates: "Wait, Michael must be Whippersnapper!" Sophie: *immediately clarifies that Michael left before the djinn showed up*. The housemates: *audible confusion*

*magic mirrors show Morgan*. The housemates: "They had a baby?!"

It honestly is interesting, though, because technically the reader has no proof and no reason to assume that Sophie and Howl had a kid between HMC and Castle, aside from the starting assumption that Whippersnapper is in fact Midnight's kitten. I hadn't thought of it but I can see why the housemates got tripped up on that.

Sophie basically scolds the air into letting them breathe properly on the way up to the castle and it's such a Sophie thing to do. Also it reminds me of a post about some old rain-spell that was basically scolding the clouds and about that being a Sophie-esque thing and I need to find that post and reblog it.

Sophie and Howl both hate heights. This is deeply entertaining xD

Sophie's ongoing commentary on which parts of the castle used to be the bathroom, or the broom cupboard, or something else, is just too much fun. The housemates seem to think so as well :D

There is so much screaming in the last few chapters and it is so much fun to read aloud but also my voice is probably going to regret it tomorrow.

After Flower-in-the-Night convinces the djinns to send the cook and his dog to Valeria:

Both housemates: "Wait!"

Housemate #2: "It's Howl!"

Housemate #1: "What? No, it's the squid maker guy!"

(Housemate #2 just really wants Howl back. Frankly I don't blame her.)

"Abdullah thought the metal pulley noise Sophie used to make as Midnight was actually nicer than the noise she was making now." Housemate #2: *promptly starts imitating an angry cat*

Sophie: *talks the curtains into being soundproof*

And she thinks she's not a powerful witch? She basically can make anything true just by saying that it is true.

So, all of the relationships in this books are literally love at first sight, aside from the already established ones like Howl and Sophie. And that's a little… I need to not actually stop and think about that, because if I do I'll inevitably get frustrated about unrealistic relationships. So. Not thinking about that, the soldier/Justin and Beatrice are pretty cute, and I appreciate that, even in what's basically a "love at first sight" trope, they fell for each other's characters and not their appearances. It's refreshing.

The Princess of High Norland hires Jamal! *giggles in Has Read House of Many Ways*

Flower: "And how many young ladies have you kissed by now?" Housemates: "Of course her thoughts would be so simple."

Flower-in-the-Night is extremely dramatic. That is all I will say on that. But I kind of relate, honestly.

Jamal: *patting Abdullah on the head and calling him "good dog"*. The housemates: *dying laughing*

The climax has so much going on. If I thought HMC had a convoluted climax I was wrong. Castle is much more chaotic.

"Finally [Hasruel] folded his great wings and became a dog himself." The housemates die laughing, and I have to stop reading the book to catch my breath, because I barely got through that paragraph.

Just. The dog. Jamal's dog. We love him. He is an excellent dog, even if he bites everyone (because he bites everyone).

It's interesting to see Abdullah's progression from fully adhering to the manners of Zanzib, to the point where he kicks Jamal to shut him up without a second thought.

*not me pinching my nose to more accurately do Hasruel's lines after he gets his nose bitten*

The neices. I do not know what to do with the neices. I am kind of exasperated by them.

"I like them much better than princesses. Why didn't I collect fat ladies instead?" Okay, someone's going to come after me for this, but this is funny.

Sophie: "Hello. My name is Sophie Hatter. You stole my husband. Prepare to die."

Sophie is just on an entire vengeful streak after she gets un-cat-ified, and it's kind of hilarious.

Sophie: *mentions Howl*. The genie: *starts making a fuss*. The housemates: *audible screams of excitement*

It's Howl!!!

The housemates are just as "what, you didn't realize?" as Sophie is.

Housemate #2: "Man, Howl was a useless genie! Sophie must be furious with him, actively sabotaging his own rescue. Why is she not yelling at him?" Me: "First: this is Howl; what did you expect? Second: you think she's not going to yell at him? This is Sophie."

Howl, holding Morgan: "My word, he's ugly!" Both housemates: "Howl!"

But also I love how nonchalant he is about his kid. I mean, he knew Morgan existed. He probably knew who Sophie and Morgan were as soon as they showed up as Midnight and Whippersnapper. He's had time to get used to the idea. So now he's just casually holding a baby while confronting a djinn. Which I love, for whatever reason.

And now, yes, my dear housemates. Back when you realized the moving castle had been stolen and said that Howl must be furious, you were absolutely correct. Why did you think the genie wanted to ruin everyone's lives?

Howl: "Calcifer must be here somewhere." The housemates: *scream Calcifer's name right along with Howl (and me)*

The carpet: *moves*. Housemate #1's eyes turn to literal saucers because she realizes: "Of course! No wonder he only responded to flattery!"

Howl and Calcifer immediately start quarrelling and, I mean, they've been quarrelling the entire book. And it's hilarious.

*a ton of foreign ambassadors show up*. The housemates: "How did they get there?" Me: "Y'know, I actually don't know that one…"

"'Do you know me?' Howl asked. Abdullah bowed. 'At least as well as you know me.' 'That's what I was afraid of,' Howl said ruefully." Another grand moment of getting the housemates to crack up.

*the Sultan has a fifty-foot stake for Abdullah*. The housemates: "Oh, he increased it by ten feet!"

Housemates think Sophie's responsible for the ever-blooming bluebell wood at Abdullah and Flower's house. I'm inclined to agree.

In conclusion, the housemates were delighted by the book, and I was delighted by the entire experience of reading it out loud. We're going to start House of Many Ways now :D

Wait I almost forgot!

(You can't change my mind on this one)

#howl's moving castle #castle in the air #behold i exist #the horse and his boy

[misfitclassismyfreetherapy]

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

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Dark humor again. Woooh.

⚠️ Also this post might contain triggering topics such as smoking, juuling and more. ⚠️

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #1

Agares: You know if cats slept for an entire day, people will find them adorable and cute. But if I do it "I have mental health issues" and "I need help"? Seems quite unfair.

Kerori: Agares Picero. You slept for three straight days with no eating, skipping three days of school, not even communicating with us. You gave Gaap a heart attack-

Agares: I suddenly lost my ability to hear shit.

Kerori: You bitc-

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #2

Purson: Okay what happened with Jazz-kun and Lied-kun because I heard screaming beforehand and then when I came into the room they were cuddling and sleeping with eachother.

Iruma: Oh, Jazz-kun found a JUUL in Lied-kun bag and got mad and then Lied-kun called him a hypocrite because he also smok-

Purson : To make a long story short..?

Iruma: They fought and then one of them cried then comforted eachother while joking about their trauma.

Purson: It was wholesome until you added the last detail. Why?-

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #3

Agares: This cup of coffee represents my love for myself.

Gaap: Agares-dono...it's empty..

Agares: Exactly.

Kerori: Okay, who thought you dark humor? I- Wait ...*turns her head to Lied*

Lied: *sweating while pretending not to hear*

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #4

Iruma: Hey, Azz-kun do you think I look fat?

Asmodeus: ..Why?

Iruma: I'm sorry I just..

Asmodeus: No, why would people be so stupidly blind to not see your elusive beauty? Damn demon these days..

Iruma: * raises his eyebrows then quickly smiled*

Meanwhile..

Kerori: Imagine saying you're not depressed but your favourite song is "Look who's inside again."

Agares: Is this because I didn't follow your devi-account yet? I'm sorry that I don't like to follow akudols that I don't like.

Kerori: I hate you.

Agares: Glad the feelings mutual.

⭐Kerori and Agares is totally not inspired by my friendship with my friend irl. Nope definitely not.⭐

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #5

Kalego: Okay you brats,what the fuck do you do when you want to call for emotional support?

Misfit Class: Oh we're fine, how are you?

Kalego: No, just no. I'm literally gonna fucking kill your therapist at this point.

Dantelion who just went to annoy Kalego: ...

UPDATED!

Mairuma Incorrect Quotes #6

Lied: What the devi? Hey, Agares what are you doing in the middle of the nig-

Agares: Do you know that there is over in lover.

Lied: Uh-

Agares: and end in friend.

Lied: UH-

Agares: and good in goodbye.

Lied: Isn't that kind of dark- anyways please go to sleep it's one o' clock in the morning.

Agares: Says your gaming addiction.

Lied: Says your coffee addiction.

Agares: Says-

Purson who can't sleep because of them: OH MY DEVI, WE'RE TRYING TO SLEEP! WE"LL DEAL WITH YOUR DEPRESSING BULLSHIT TOMMOROW. GO TO SLEEP YOU LITTLE SHITS! YOU"RE LUCKY I CARE ABOUT YOU OR ELSE I WOULD'VE BEATEN THE SHIT OUT OF YOU!

Claire's note:

Two hc I have showcase in this incorrect quote.

Uno, the Misfit Class sometimes sleepover at the royal one as a way of bonding.

Dos, Purson is a real bitch when he doesn't get any sleep.

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My content is turning into dog-shit ain't it? Yeah, yeah it is. Btw I'm thinking of making a misfit class hamilton play in my fanfic. The demons starring the schuyler sisters.

Lied- Angelica

Iruma- Eliza

Agares- Peggy

Them three because them crossdressing is my literal sanity.

What do you think? My hand tells me no but my brain is telling me yes. I still don't know who should be hamilton though, I'm open to suggestions. Anyways I wish you a good day or night! See ya guys, gals and non-binary pals!

#mairimashita! iruma kun #iruma suzuki #shax lied #crocell kerori #m!ik #mairuma #asmodeus alice #agares picero #welcome to demon school iruma kun #gaap goemon #naberius kalego #kalego sensei #m!ik kalego #iruma kun #wtdsik

[basketballanonsblog]

Vulnerability

Happy advanced birthday, Jeongie! This is the continuation of 'Amidst the darkness'

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Four simultaneous and high pitched squeals made you wince as you covered your ears.

As per usual on a Friday night, Chaeyoung and Mina, along with your two other friends Sana and Dahyun, who were soulmates too, invited themselves to your apartment.

At first it surprised you, but their presence in your life was a welcomed part of your routine. You felt less lonely with them around.

"Y/n has finally met her soulmate! Our baby is finally growing up!" Sana pinched your cheeks and you playfully swatted her hands away.

"Sana, I'm literally older than all of you combined."

"Shhhh. Just tell us everything."

You told them as much as you can since your interaction with your newfound soulmate was brief but they squealed again when you mentioned your hands touched as you returned her handkerchief.

However, you blushed at their laughter when you told them the final detail. In hindsight, you should have expected it.

"Oh my god, you ran away?!" You glared at Chaeyoung who just doubled in laughter as she asked the question.

"I'm Jeongyeon. It's nice to finally meet you, y/n."

The initial giddiness wore off, along with the glow, bringing you back to reality. Wow. Your soulmate was gorgeous.

"Y/n?" From now on, no one else aside from her is allowed to say your name.

Say something, fool!

I think I love- not that!

"I- um. Never mind. I have to..."

You shook your head and ran to your car, leaving her confused.

"I panicked okay! I was overwhelmed." Suddenly, you groaned out of frustration and sat down.

"What if I never see her again? Then I'll be branded as the idiot who ran away from their soulmate. I don't even know her last name."

"Is this her? Dahyun piped up.

She showed you her phone which lo and behold revealed Jeongyeon's instagram profile.

"How?"

"She was one of the members of a group I wrote a song for. When you said her name I thought this could be her."

"Oh dubu, I could just kiss you!" You engulfed her tightly, lifting her off the floor.

"Hey! Get your own girlfriend."

"Believe me, I'll try."

~◇~

On the other side of town, another group of five women were also celebrating this exciting event.

"I can't believe she ran away from you."

"Cut her some slack Nayeon unnie. It was quite cute. She blushed when I smiled at her before stuttering and running away." Jeongyeon recounted the encounter with a smile of her own.

"Look how smitten she is! You should invite her tomorrow."

A ding of a notification answered on her behalf as she saw a message on Instagram.

"Oh my god it's her."

"How did she find you so quickly?"

Jeongyeon opened the message and laughed.

"It's Dahyun! She stole her phone to message me."

Another notification came through, this time it was for a video call. Nayeon snatched the phone and accepted.

"Dahyun!"

"Hey guys! Y/n is a good friend of mine, hence why I have her phone. She's quickly gone to get food so we can't talk for long."

"That's fine, but I'm guessing we all know how their first meeting went down." All of them laughed.

"Y/n rarely loses her composure, so Jeongyeon must have really turned her world upside down."

"Then as their friends, a little nudge in the right direction wouldn't hurt. Jeongyeon's birthday celebration is tomorrow night, you guys should come."

"We'll be there!"

"Great!"

Nayeon hung up and tossed phone back to its owner but Jeongyeon couldn't even be annoyed since the idea of seeing you elated her.

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Mina peered into your room, before taking a seat on the edge of your bed and lightly shaking your shoulder.

"Psst. Y/n. Wake up."

"Hm?"

"We have to go gift shopping."

"Sana's birthday is still more than a month away." You pulled the blanket over your head, trying to fall back asleep.

"True, but it's your soulmate's birthday today and we're seeing her later."

Now that woke you up. You shot up out of bed looking at Mina with wide eyes.

"WHAT?!"

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The five of you had made it to the apartment and you were grateful that it was only the ten of you; eight of which were hell bent on pushing you two together.

Which led you both to sitting outside on the balcony.

"Well, at least our friends are getting along."

"Because they teamed up to plan this. I didn't find out until this morning when Mina woke me up."

"You guys are close then?"

"Yeah, I've known Mina for a long time but how we met, is a story for a different day. The five of us live in the same building and they have access to my apartment, so they let themselves in whenever they want."

"Sounds like my friends and I too."

Silence befell momentarily before you revealed your gift.

"I heard you'd been wanting a camera."

Jeongyeon just stared in awe.

"Y/n...you didn't have to."

"I know, but I wanted to."

You smiled at her before glancing at her lips. Suddenly, you were feeling overwhelmed, like in your first meeting, so you looked straight ahead.

"Y/n?"

"Give me a moment, my heart needs to calm down."

"Do I make you that nervous?"

"You have no idea. You make me feel...vulnerable."

"Is that so wrong?"

You felt her rest her head on your shoulder before answering.

"Being vulnerable with you, will never be a bad thing."

"Good."

She moved closer, intertwining your arms together and it wasn't long before Jeongyeon fell asleep.

You looked at her once more, pressing your lips against her hair.

"Happy birthday Jeongyeon."

-♡-

I caved and posted this today instead of Tuesday 🤷🏽‍♀️

#twice x reader #twice fic #jeongyeon x reader #yoo jeongyeon

[redundant2]

I got Valentine Low's book Courtiers!

It's here, it's finally here!

Part 1

There is a lot about Meghan and Harry in the book. Here's an excerpt detailing specific instances in which they bullied the staff at KP:

"Relations between Meghan and the staff at Kensington Palace were beginning to fray even before they got married. In late 2017, after the announcement of their engagement, a senior aide discreetly raised with the couple the difficulties raised by their treatment of staff. People needed to be treated well and with some understanding, even when they were not performing to Harry and Meghan's standards, they suugested. Meghan was said to have replied, 'It's not my job to coddle people.'"

"Meghan wasn't dealing with the more junior staff, people that William and Kate -- and Harry, before Meghan came along -- had been quite happy to engage with. It seemed she wanted respect, and having to talk to someone a bit further down the pecking order -- in a small office, where there wasn't much of a pecking order -- wasn't treating her with respect. 'She would take it as an insult,' believes one source."

"Organising any wedding is stressful, of course. And perhaps a royal wedding is more stressful than most. But Harry and Meghan's proved to be partucularly challenging. There were rows about scheduling, rows about wedding announcements, rows about the gospel choir. Most famously of all, there was the row about the wedding tiara, discussed in Chapter 7 (I'll excerpt in a separate post),when Harry shouted at the Queen's dresser, Angela Kelly. At around the same time, Meghan spoke partucularly harshly at a meeting to a young female member of the team in front of her colleagues. After Meghan had pulled to shreds a plan she had pulled up, the woman told Meghan how hard it would be to implement a new one. 'Don't worry,' Meghan told her, 'if there were literally anyone else I could ask to do this, I would be asking them instead of you.' Later, Prince William, who had heard of some of the treatment that she had been subjected to, came to find the woman. 'I hope you're OK,' he told her. 'You're doing a really good job.' She promptly burst into tears."

"Other members of staff came under fire, sometimes from both Harry and Meghan. The journalist Robert Jobson recounted how Harry became 'petulant and short-tempered' with members of staff during the preparations for the wedding. He wrote, 'Raising his voice on occasion, Harry would insist: "What Meghan wants, she gets."'Once, when Meghan felt she had been let down over an issue that was worrying her, she rang repeatedly when a staffer was out for dinner on a Friday night. 'Every ten minutes, I had to go outside to be screamed at by her and Harry. It was, "I can't believe you've done this, you've let me down, what were you thinking?" It went on for a couple of hours.' The calls started again the next morning, and continued 'for days,' the staffer said. 'You could not physically escape them -- there were no lines or boundaries--it was last thing at night, first thing in the morning.' Not to mention the 5 a.m. emails from Meghan. Relations between the couple and some of their senior staff became so fractious that Miguel Head, William's private secretary, had to step in to try to keep the peace."

"Perhaps nothing they could do was ever going to be good enough. 'She (Meghan) was looking for examples of us failing her from the beginning,' believes one former staffer. 'We were having to prove that the institution would bend over backwards to make her happy. That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to be rejected."

--from Courtiers by Valentine Low, pp 267-269.

And this is just the bullying that took place BEFORE the wedding. Oh em gee.

In later parts, I'll share what Low says really happened with Tiaragate, Harry's treatment of staff before he met Meghab, and the scandal over Meghan wanting to keep all the gifts and freebies.

#harkles #Courtiers #bullying #british royal family #british royal family tea

[char-lie-spirals]

Alright, I need to scream about mag 003 for a bit or else I'll literally explode so!! Two things I can't get out of my head about the episode!! I'm putting them under the cut for everyone else's sake-

So FIRST OF ALL!! There was a struggle I think. In Graham's flat. After Amy watched the NotThem climb in, she remarks she could see some "vague movements inside", which... sure, could just be the NotThem looking around for its victim but?? After the lights came on, Graham's passport was on the floor?? It wasn't mentioned before (and Why would it be there in the 1st place??) and given Graham's state at that point, I wouldn't be surprised if he was keeping it on him/near him all the time.

So there was a struggle!! He tried to run or fight or whatever, he tried to do something!! Whatever it was, it lasted long enough for him to drop that passport and this fact will never stop haunting me. There was a pointless struggle that must've been long enough for him to realize how fucked he was before dying. Head in hands. When will the horrors end.

And then the next thing?? The way Amy remembers Graham is heartbreaking on its own. It's all just so?? She watched him. She watched him and that's how she got most of her information. She knew his habits, details such as his Favorite Pizza (!!!!), all without him knowing she knew!! And then the things he did willingly share?? "Dull". She called his conversation about his interests/life/etc DULL!! Those were the things about himself he actually considered worth sharing!! But no, she'd rather remember him "freaking out over an ice cream truck once".

Her image of Graham was so horribly wrapped,, That wasn't the same person he saw himself as, that was just the "weird, off-putting guy living across the street who ate a notebook once"!! Amy even admitted that she didn't want to speak to him after she started watching him because she "didn't think she could carry a conversation after everything she saw"!! And it's just??

That's all that's left of him. That wrapped image he probably wouldn't recognize himself in if he was given the chance. All he's remembered by are the weird things he did when he thought he was alone, a horrible mockery of someone who was so much more than that!! And the things Amy didn't see? No one will ever know. What he did when he left his flat "often enough", how he was when she took a "break" in watching him near the end, what went through his head on the night he was taken? How was he around other people?? What were his other relationships like??? What was he like before all this started????? We'll never know because Amy never knew!! So much of him is just straight-up gone, as though it was never real in the first place--

Then again, that's kind of the thing with all of NotThem's victims, isn't it? A guy remembered only by the cousin who hadn't seen him in ages. A mother remembered by the daughter who she had a very rocky relationship with. Hell, even Sasha being remembered by someone she only met once instead of any of her friends! All those people had lives before they were taken, and all of them are now forever forgotten because those meant to remember never knew in the first place.

,,,,yeah. So uh. As you can see I have feelings about mag 003.

If there are any mistakes here that's because I'm writing this after taking my sleep meds and setting it free without fact-checking anything. Ask me to elaborate on anything and I will forever keep you in my heart

#mag 003 #mag 3 #across the street #graham folger #amy patel #notthem #WHY did my brain latch onto this RANDOM GUY!! And WHERE IS THE EXIT!! #text.char #<- talking tag from now on because I think I'm funny

[saturrnss]

Tease

Tease!sanji x annoyed!zoro

A/n: my oc's are in here and are heavily mentioned so if you don't like them idk what to tell ya🤷‍♂️😭😭 (also this is based off the live action since I have not watched the anime yet)

Warnings: literally none

"Alright fuckers, lunch is served!" Sanji called out to the rest of the crew from the kitchen. "Took you long enough." A yawning Zoro said annoyed.

"Faster than Laffy and usopp?!" He said with fake surprise. "Guess I have a number one fan." He put on a sarcastic smile, one that made Zoro roll his eyes and take a plate.

Luffy and Usopp came running in not even a millisecond later, the help of Luffy's nose detecting the smell within seconds.

They almost jump onto the table, grabbing big portions and immediately digging in. "Save some for me!" Axel says, coming in after them and trying to wrestle a piece of meat out of Ussopp's hand.

Marla walks in from her room, visibly pissed off. "What is it this time?" Sanji asks unbothered, wiping his knives with a rag.

"I lost my guitar pick!" she Slams her fist into the table, making Luffy, Usopp, and Axel stop what they're doing to look at her.

"3rd time this month huh?" Sanji says starkly

"Can't you just buy another?" Luffy says, food stuffed in his cheeks like a chipmunk. "I don't want to it's not the same!" She looks under the table, not even bothering to eat a piece of food.

"Mar!?" Nami's voice echoes from the hallway, Marla quickly sits up at the sounds of her voice.

She clears her throat and fixes her hair quickly before the cat burglar comes into the room.

"You left this in my room." She holds up the blondie's pick along with her daily magazine and reading glasses. Marla leans on the table and tries to look indifferent.

"....thanks" the shaky voice along with the little to no eye contact was cringeworthy, her attempt at thanking her while also being effortlessly cool fell short as the silence that came after was deafingly long.

Everybody knew that she had a thing for Nami on some level except for the crush herself and Luffy (he doesn't figure things out unless you tell him.)

Nami's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Are you okay?" "Am I okay?!" She gets her arm off the table and wipes her sweaty palms on her shirt. "I am perfectly fine why would you ask-"

Before she could make even more of a fool out of herself Sanji takes over. "She thanks you for your finding" The man gives his sister a pat on the back and retrieves the pick for her.

He turns around "Right Mar?!" He gives her a fake, sarcastic smile, drops the item in Marla's hands, and goes back to what he was doing, Marla staring daggers at him every second of it.

The cook makes another plate and passes it to Zoro, having a certain pep in his step while doing so.

"And extra for you sexy." He winks at him, making Zoro roll his eyes even more and Marla shiver in disgust at her brother's shameless antics.

It had been a few weeks since the last encounter with Luffy's marine grandfather, life with the straw hat crew had been fine, but what irked Zoro's spirit the most- was the cook.

They were always bickering and arguing, so much so it's become an Inside joke within the crew.

But for the past 5 weeks, it's just been different. The energy Sanji gave Nami when he first joined was now being put toward him.

He just didn't understand why the cook loved getting under his skin so much. "It's just to vex, no way he likes me." He lay in his hammock and thought to himself one in a while, but that one in a while turned into sometimes, and that sometimes turned into most nights.

He would just sit back and replay the interactions he had with Sanji that day, noticing the little details about him. He even showed up in his dreams a handful of times, maybe on a date in some.

He knew that somewhere deep down-he grew fond of him, there were times he wanted to respond to his touch or initiate the flirting, but he never did.

"I'm not gonna give that dumbass what he wants." Zoro thought to himself.

Not yet at least.

...

It was late afternoon by that point, the sun slowly setting and darkness taking its place. Zoro was about to fall asleep in his room when he heard the door knob shuffle and turn open.

He raised his eyebrow but didn't open his eyes, Axel usually came to do random stuff in his room regardless of whether he wanted anyone there or not so he was under the assumption that it was them

Until he heard the sharpening of a blade.

The swordsman luckily had his bladed weapon on him so he knew nobody was trying to steal it for the 100th time.

He stood up and quietly put his sword in hand, gripping it tightly. His mind was racing, filled with the infinite ways this could go.

He opened his eyes ever so slightly and sighed with irritation- it was Sanji doing his bi-weekly knife sharpening.

"I told you not to do that here shithead." He relaxed his muscles. "Oh relax mosshead," He said, still sharpening. "I'll be out in 5"

"I don't have 5"

"Well, I guess you'll have to learn a new skill today pretty boy."

That goddamn smile he always had on his face after knowingly being irritating just set Zoro off.

He uses both of his hands to pull the cook up by his shirt, the sword being inches away from his neck.

"I should beat you up into a pulp." "You wanna kiss me so badly it makes you look stupid." Zoro pauses and looks at him. He could go the usual route, come up with a quick comeback, or fight him but he wanted to try something- different.

The swordsman then chuckles.

"And what if I do?"

The response made Sanji, for the first time since they met, look visibly flustered. Zoro himself was a bit nervous but he didn't show it.

"What's the matter, cat got your tongue?" Zoro said, Slightly tilting his head, loving the fact that he finally caught the cook off guard, but also to get a good long look at him.

Before he knew it their faces were an inch closer together than a second ago. He was prepared to let Sanji go and step back from him if he rejected his advances but to his surprise, he moved even closer.

He wanted this- they both wanted this.

The room was mostly quiet, all the sound was coming from the heavy breath made by both of them, not even an inch away from each other now.

They finally pressed both of their lips together, zoro having a delayed response by a few seconds. The first kiss was light, sanji pulled his face away and looked at Zoro but before he could say a word the swordsman pulled him back into a more passionate one.

The door swings open. "What the....."

They both quickly stop and look to see a shocked Marla with her mouth wide open. Sanji and Zoro look at her like a deer in headlights.

Marla closes her mouth and tries to recollect herself, she sighs.

"Not even gonna question it."

She closes the door, leaving them to deal with the aftermath.

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A/n: I visibly cringe every time I write dialogue, anyway here yall go❤️ (also go check out my last post if you want a backstory for my oc's)

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Let's (re)Read The Eye of the World! Chapter 16: The Wisdom

Spoliers here! Get your spoilers here! This is a reread and I've read every book in the series except the ones that came out after it was over and I will tell you every detail that ever happened out of spite if you don't take this opportunity to protect yourself now! Run away!

We get yet another new chapter icon as we move into this chapter. Three leaves on a vine, and boy does it symbolize a lot. For this chapter it represents Nynaeve and her crashing the party. As we go forward it will refer to Tinkers, Ogier (particularly Loial) and the Waygates built for them, and even the Green Man.

“We don’t have time for that, boy,” Thom said gruffly. Min gave the white-haired gleeman a sharp look. “Go juggle something,” she snapped, drawing Rand further away from the others.

I can't tell what's better, Thom assuming that Rand's ducking out of the meeting to make out with a random woman, or Min telling Thom to go play with his balls. It's a strong showing though!

You’re all in more danger today than yesterday. Since she came.

Min, I'm going to be honest with you: you are the worst person in the world when it comes to interpreting your visions. There are assholes who grew up literally on your hometown's antipode with more skill than you. Right now, you're making Rand think that the danger is supposed to be Nynaeve, and that's crazy talk. Everyone is in more danger right now than they were a little while ago when you tormented Rand last because he's gone off and antagonized two sets of people.

Also, I forgot to mention last night, but all of Rand's actions are the equivalent of Frodo accidentally putting on the One Ring in the inn in Bree. I guess that makes Nynaeve Strider, which is awesome but of course nonsense because Lan is Strider. Thank goodness it's not one-to-one. Really I'd say every member of the nine EotW crew (counting Loial) has equivalences with two or more members of the Fellowship. Nynaeve's other half is Sam, for example.

Moiraine and Nynaeve sat at opposite ends of the table, neither taking her eyes from the other. All the other chairs were empty. Moiraine’s hands rested on the table, as still as her face. Nynaeve’s braid was thrown over her shoulder, the end gripped in one fist; she kept giving it little tugs the way she did when she was being even more stubborn than usual with the Village Council. Perrin was right. Despite the fire it seemed freezing cold, and all coming from the two women at the table.

I don't have anything to say here, I just really like it.

“You . . . followed our trail?” Lan said, truly surprised for the first time that Rand could remember. “I must be getting careless.”

This is the exact moment that Lan realizes what love is, and unlike so many of the romances in this series I'm quite happy with this one because as minimal as their reasons are they're perfectly good ones. Nynaeve is talented enough to best Lan and he's awestruck. Good.

“If you can follow a trail I have tried to hide, he taught you well. Few can do that, even in the Borderlands.” Abruptly Nynaeve buried her face in her cup. Rand’s eyes widened. She was blushing.

And this is the exact moment that Nynaeve falls in love, because Lan doesn't give her shit, he doesn't dismiss her for being too young, he just tells her she's as incredible as she knows she is.

They’d swarm over this inn like murderous ants on a rumor, a whisper. Their hate is that strong, their desire to kill or take any like these two.

Also Thom, Rand royally pissed them off earlier. You all should probably know that. It's a real shame none of you know that.

“We can’t,” Rand said, and was glad that his friends all spoke up at the same time. That way Nynaeve’s glare had to be spread around; she spared no one as it was. But he had spoken first, and they all fell silent, looking at him. Even Moiraine sat back in her chair, watching him over steepled fingers.

I mean she's way more moral about all of this but she is technically part of a cabal trying to bring about the fulfillment of prophecy to usher in a new age of humankind, and the reluctant teenage boy is finally promising to get in the robotgo to Tar Valon.

The Light knows how your . . . Mistress Alys”—she invested the name with a wagonload of scorn— “managed to make him believe; he has a mite of sense, usually, more than most men.

She didn't even talk to him, amusingly.

He’s afraid you’ll try your tricks with outlanders and get your head thumped.

Well, Mat's dad is right about one of those things already.

Egwene sat back so she was shielded by Perrin. “I left a note,” she said faintly. She tugged at the hood of her cloak as if she was afraid her unbound hair showed. “I explained everything.” Nynaeve’s face darkened.

What so many people miss in their support of one character over another is that Egwene is just as stupid and immature as Rand, Mat, and Perrin: she just shows it differently. If I were in Nynaeve's shoes and hearing this shit, Moiraine couldn't have interrupted my rant about "A note!" if she'd balefired me.

Even those poor men who find themselves wielding the Power for a short time gain that much, though sometimes touching saidin protects, and sometimes the taint makes them more vulnerable. 

For somebody who's supposedly pretty impatient and pissed, she sure is infodumping. Moiraine's such a nerd.

Egwene bounced to her feet, her desire to be dignified obviously warring with her desire to avoid a confrontation with the Wisdom over her unbraided hair. She had no difficulty gathering up everyone by eye, though. Mat and Perrin scraped back their chairs hurriedly, making polite murmurs while trying not to actually run on their way out. Even Lan started for the door at a signal from Moiraine, drawing Thom with him.

Again, there's not much to say, just the joy of the sheer intensity that is Moiraine and Nynaeve in the same room while innocent bystanders look on in horror. Shame it's over.

She turned toward Rand, and for the first time he realized the others had all quietly disappeared.

Poor Rand, too nosy to escape quickly, too thick to realize that Nynaeve's nervous around Lan because she's afraid that she'll jump his bones.

“Something happened,” he insisted. “Why do you want us to go back if you think there’s even a chance we are right? And why you, at all? As soon send the Mayor himself as the Wisdom.” “You have grown.” She smiled, and for a moment her amusement had him shifting his feet.

Again, Rand's actually really adept at political matters, he just doesn't realize it. Tam must have been prepping him for the Council his whole life.

Either way, though, almost every man wanted to be one of the party. Tam, and Bran al’Vere, with the scales of office around his neck, and Haral Luhhan, till Alsbet made him sit down. Even Cenn Buie. The Light save me from men who think with the hair on their chests. Though I don’t know as there are any other kind.

Note the double hypocrisy, in that Nynaeve is criticizing everyone for thinking they should be the ones to go get the kids when she thought the same thing about herself, and for criticizing people for thinking with their hair when her braid is how she gets her own neurons firing.

“Are you all right?” Nynaeve asked. “He said . . . said I . . . wasn’t his son. When he was delirious . . . with the fever. He said he found me. I thought it was just. . . .” His throat began to burn, and he had to stop. “Oh, Rand.” She stopped and took his face in both hands. She had to reach up to do it. “People say strange things in a fever. Twisted things. Things that are not true, or real. Listen to me. Tam al’Thor ran away seeking adventure when he was a boy no older than you. I can just remember when he came back to Emond’s Field, a grown man with a red-haired, outlander wife and a babe in swaddling clothes. I remember Kari al’Thor cradling that child in her arms with as much love given and delight taken as I have ever seen from any woman with a babe. Her child, Rand. You. Now you straighten up and stop this foolishness.”

It is both incredibly sweet that she notices something is wrong with Rand immediately and cares enough to ask and try and reassure him when she's pissed at how stupid she thinks he is and incredibly silly that the reassurance she gives - of a time when she was four or five years old and would have had nothing but a few fleeting encounters with the foreigner and baby who live out of town even when they do come home - is going to reassure anyone who isn't actively trying to drown in denial.

“No, it isn’t your business,” Nynaeve agreed. “It might not mean anything. She could just be searching blindly for a reason, any reason, why those things are after you. After all of you.”

This, though also wrong, is a much more reasonable sort of guess. That said, it's something Nynaeve wants to be true, so she doesn't think about the obvious connections either.

Sadly, that's it for this chapter. Next time we return to the Lord of the Rings inspiration when they have to leave the inn early due to an invasion of black-cloaked riders who serve supernatural evil.

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Meeting A Magical Man Pt. 56

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“Maybe I should close the club for a bit until this all settles down,” Phantom said, sitting on the couch with Jackie. 

“We're trying to buy a house. We can't close the club,” Jackie said, putting an arm around Phantom and hugging him to his side.

“My security is you, Mare, and Chase at this point. The others quit after hearing that I split from Dark. Apparently, they were recommended the job by him and didn't want to risk pissing him off. How did I not know that he did? I was too cocky thinking I was subtle about it.” Phantom groaned, annoyed at himself. 

“You’re not really known for being subtle, but that’s what I love about you.” Jackie kissed Phantom’s temple. 

“Aw, you love me?” Phantom used a teasing tone.

“Just a little.” Jackie chuckled. 

“Only a little? After all we’ve been through?” Phantom wrapped his arms around Jackie’s neck and turned him toward himself. 

“Alright, a lot. I love you a lot.” Jackie chuckled and peppered kisses to Phantom’s jaw and down his neck.

“That’s what I thought, you-ah!” Phantom squealed when Jackie suddenly blew a raspberry against his skin. “Jackie! Stop!” He weakly protested with a laugh, only getting met with more raspberries. “Jackie!” 

Marvin turned away from the scene. He hadn’t meant to watch them, but when he had shown up earlier to ask a question, his curiosity took over and had him waiting for a pause. That pause flew by, and he didn’t want to interrupt them. There was also a tinge of jealousy in his chest. It wasn’t for Jackie, far from it, but it was the words Jackie said. Marvin knew Chase showed his love in so many ways, and it was obvious that he loved him, but he’d like to hear ‘I love you’ from him. 

Just once. 

“Well, isn’t it the man of the hour?” Marvin pushed those thoughts away when he saw Mare come into the kitchen. “Looks like you had a fun time~” He gestured at Mare’s bare chest and messy hair. 

“Yes, I did, and no, I’m not giving details,” Mare said as he went into the fridge and pulled out some water bottles. 

“That’s fine, I’ll ask Mad later.” Marvin went into his cupboard and pulled out a box of crackers. “I am his mentor, after all. We’re supposed to tell each other everything.” He added with a giggle, opening the box and eating one of the crackers. “And I could give him some tips~”

“Don’t get too carried away.”

“Or what?”

“Or I’ll give Chase some tips.” 

“I literally asked you before to-”

“Not those kinds.” Mare’s tone dropped, and Marvin’s eyes widened. 

“You wouldn’t.”

“I would. There’s a big difference between being more dominant and being a brat tamer.”

“I’m gonna-”

“So, plans for tonight?” Phantom stopped whatever threat or warning Marvin would give as he and Jackie came into the room. “I want to open the club so we can get as much money in as possible. I’m guessing Mad’s out of commission.”

“I can stay home with him.” Marvin offered. “I have some work I need to do myself since I’ve fallen behind lately. You all go, and me and Mad will have a peaceful night here.”

“Are you sure? After what happened with Henrik?” Jackie asked. 

“I’m a big boy. I can handle us. Although, convincing Chase to go might be a little harder.” Marvin said the last part with a chuckle. 

“Convince Chase to go where?” Chase asked as he came in as well. 

“To work. Me and Mad are going to chill here while you guys head out to the bar.”

“But-”

“No, no buts.” Marvin went to Chase and placed his hands on his chest. “I’ll be fine, I promise. The house is hidden from Actor anyway. So, technically, you’re going to be in the more dangerous place.”

“I actually have-” Phantom stopped when Jackie gently shushed him. “Oh, it’s weird being on the other end of that.” 

“Fine. But call if you need me, and I’ll have someone send me back in a blink.” Chase said. 

“Of course. You’re my favorite bodyguard.” Marvin playfully drummed Chase’s chest. “Have fun, but not too much. You’re not allowed to punch someone unless I get to see it.” 

“Noted.” Chase smiled. 

“Love you,” Marvin said, and he closed his eyes as Chase kissed him. It was one of his ‘I love you, too’ kisses. Those always felt so much warmer than the others, but he couldn’t help the tinge of disappointment. He hid it very well, but there was one person who could read him very well. 

x~x~x

“Alright, you’ve had enough, buddy,” Mare said as he walked a very drunk man out of the club. Jackie and Chase were nearby, ready to step in if needed, but when they saw the man was cooperating, they felt comfortable to step away. 

“Hey, Chase? Can I ask you something personal?” Jackie asked when they reached the edge of the room, leaning against the wall. 

“Sure, man. Is this about the ring thing again?” Chase saw Phantom talking to one of the bartenders, pointing up at the lights and likely discussing a change or something. 

“Nah, it’s actually about you and Marvin.” Jackie watched Phantom with Chase. 

“Really? What about us?”

“Smack me if I’m crossing lines, but I noticed you don’t say ‘I love you’ back to him.”

“Oh…yeah.” Chase moved his eyes to the ground. 

“Like, I know me and Marvin ended forever ago, but I can still tell when he’s disappointed. Is there something in the way that’s not letting you say it? I mean, I get people have their own ways of saying it that ain’t words, but…still.” Jackie shrugged. 

“The last person I said ‘I love you’ to was my ex-wife, and then she died not too long after,” Chase confessed.

“Holy shit, man. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring that back up.” 

“I’ve done all the therapy stuff for it, and I know there’s no connection, but whenever I want to say it to Marvin, that little voice starts squeaking, and I decide not to risk it.” 

“You know nothing’s going to happen to Marvin. He’s too stubborn for it to happen.”

“I know. I more than know that, but I just…I don’t want to lose him. Ya’know? I know it sounds cheesy and corny, but I think I’m a better person with him. I haven’t wanted a drink ever since I met him, and I feel braver and stronger and…God, I love him and I don’t know how to say it to him.” 

“Well, just tell him all of that. The braver and stronger and thinking you’re a better person now. If the ‘I love you’ doesn’t come out, that’s enough to help, like, dig that all in. Marvin’s really good at reading people, and I am more than sure he knows you love him, but sometimes even he wants to hear the actual words. He tries to deny it but he’s a romantic at heart.” 

“Explains his match-maker tendencies.” Chase softly chuckled. “Thanks, man.”

“It’s no problem. I-”

“You can fuck right off!” Phantom snapped and kicked a man away from him. “Taken means taken, fucker!” 

“I’ll be right back.” Jackie’s face hardened, and he went off. Chase watched as Jackie grabbed the man and practically threw him across the room. 

“Get him!” Phantom cheered Jackie on.

“Well, damn,” Chase said, knowing he wasn’t needed as Jackie very easily lifted the man by the back of his shirt and carried him out of the club. “Glad he’s on my side.” 

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