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#we got him tagged and processed and out! very cool :)
abirddogmoment · 1 year
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We did barn hunt for the first time in over a year and Mav absolutely rocked it!
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strwbrymlkshake · 1 year
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finished my normalcy phase returning to the horrors
#mine#HELLO HELLO whats up yanchamps i am insane again once more god bless. feeling like a yandere prophet returning to his followers#i havent been experiencing The Horrors quite as much still been having ups and downs but normal otherwise#but my brain has been tormenting me a lil bit so i figured i might as well post about it#so i got confessed to recently and my brain exploded out of my head onto the wall and it was like ketchup and everything#brain is unable to process it bc it was from a guy i am not 100% yandere insane over (yet?? maybe?) and its probably not the best decision#since i am not mentally stable or sure about it and other factors. but we are still friends he is very swag and cool i think and enables me#and my yanderism which i post ever so slight morsels of from time to time on main#i mean like it is what i asked for technically? to be loved? cherished even!?!? to be cared for?!??#yet i still am fixated on a guy who treats me like a crumb. sad. literally that one meme#i cannot control which man my brain dissects daily why does it have to be the one who doesnt care about me bruh istg. i mean its not rly#romantic i am just more fixated on him than others? theres way more to it but only so much can be explained in tags. and both these guys#are too old for me anyways. hell on earth. well thats an excuse for me to try and improve more i guess before i rush into anything.#it really sucks that ive waited so long for a serious relationship and everyone who wants one is too old anyways. and those who DONT want#one. well i dont want them they are not committed to the yandere grindset#im getting way better at not being super sick in the head or making rash decisions but those were just some things annoying me<3
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loveronlineee · 2 years
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The Metalhead and the Material Girl (Eddie Munson x Reader)
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Masterlist   All Parts
Eddie Munson x Reader (She/Her)
Warnings: none
Synopsis: When a super fem new girl joins Eddie’s class he thinks he’s got her all figured out, but he soon finds out that the popular kids aren’t the only ones who judge people’s first appearances 
Y/N notes: none
Okay I don’t usually do writers notes but I gotta say thanks to these four: @carolinaflicker​ @iamsiriuss​ @hauntingtherosebush​ @lindsey3300​ for helping me out on the lil bit of D&D stuff I mentioned. Some of you guys had slightly different answers for me so if I’m still wrong let me know! (And other D&D playing peeps)
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Wanna request something? Look here!
“I’m Y/N L/N. I transferred here from California for my senior year. I like pop music, fashion and hanging out with my friends. And I hope I can become friends with all of you!”
Pretty. Bubbly. Probably a bit of an airhead. The popular kids will scoop her up in a heartbeat. Eddie thought to himself looking up at the new girl. I wonder how long it’ll take for her to be just like everyone else.
The teacher pointed at the empty seat on the metal head’s right, giving the boy a stern look.
“Y/N I’m gonna seat you next to Eddie here at the front so you can help me keep an eye on him.” Eddie grinned and gave the teacher a wink.
Okaaaay here we go. Eddie thought to himself, leaning back in his chair. What kind of popular girl is this one gonna be? Disgusted by me? Weirded out? Just plain old pretend I don’t exist?
“Hi, Eddie was it?” The new girl asked with the biggest most genuine smile Eddie had ever seen. Her face was enough to melt away any built up hate he had accumulated from every harsh comment thrown at him throughout the years.
“Uh yeah Eddie. Eddie Munson.” He couldn’t help the smile appearing on his own face. This girl was a ball of sunshine.
“Nice to meet you Eddie.” He watched as she took out her things from her bag and set them out on the table. Everything was either pink, glittery or had a cute little character on it. She wrote the date on a new page in her notebook, doodling little stars around the numbers.
The teacher came over and placed a piece of paper on Y/N’s desk.
“This is your time table with your classes. Don’t be afraid to ask someone for help.”
“Oh thank you!” Y/N chirped before beginning to read through it. “Hey Eddie, what classes do we have together?” She tilted the paper towards him. Eddie leaned over and skimmed the page.
“Oh wow most of them. We got all the same ones today in fact.”
“Do you mind if I just stuck with you then?”
“Y-Yeah. Yeah that’s cool.” Eddie wasn’t in fact planning on going to all his classes today, like most days, but he couldn’t pass up the chance to get to know this girl more. He spent the morning walking Y/N to all her classes, pointing out other parts of the school she’ll need to know. He revelled in the looks the other students were giving him when they saw them together. The resident freak with a mystery bombshell.
Lunch came around and Y/N followed Eddie to the lunch hall.
“Hey I’ve been meaning to ask you… what’s on your shirt? Is it a band?” Y/N asked.
“It’s my club.”
“Oh cool! You run a club? What’s it about?” Eddie smiled at her as they reached his table of friends.
“A little game called D&D.” He turned to them and gestured to the new girl. “Gentlemen, this is Y/N.”
The boys all looked at her slack jawed, unable to think of anything to say. Luckily, Y/N had enough social skills for the whole table.
“It’s nice to meet you all! I started here today, Eddie’s been showing me around.” She explained as Eddie pulled out the chair in between his and Dustin’s and letting her sit down. He sat in his own chair at the head of the table just observing his friends trying to process this girl being here.
“You’ve been with Eddie…” Mike started asking very slowly, like he was waiting for the pin to drop. “…since this morning?”
“Yeah he’s been really helpful.” Y/N smiled at the younger student. “So are you two freshmen?”
Y/N continued chatting with Mike and Dustin. Eddie looked behind them at the popular kids who were eyeing him suspiciously. The cheerleaders all glaring and whispering to each other. “Eddie!” The metal head looked back at Y/N.
“Yeah?”
“So all these guys are in your club?” She gestured at the group. “You were gonna tell me about D&D earlier, what’s the game about?” Y/N asked, genuinely interested. Eddie grinned. He stood up like he was presenting to a class. Everyone sat up, hands neatly rested on the table, going along with the joke.
“D&D, or Dungeons and Dragons, is a fantasy table-top roleplaying game that only a select few at this school truly appreciate.” Eddie used theatrical hand motions as he described the game, putting one foot on his chair to add to the dramatic effect. “It is a game of teamwork, decision making, and the luck of the dice.”
He gave Dustin a small nod which prompted the boy to take a heavy book out of his bag and put it in front of Y/N. The Dungeons and Dragons Handbook. She began flicking through it, taking in as much as she could. She gasped.
“Can I be a fairy???” Eddie chuckled at her enthusiasm. He sat back down and shuffled his chair closer to hers.
“I’m sure I could homebrew something for you. Either that or you could be an elfen princess? If you just want that pretty ethereal girl look.” Eddie paused. “That… you’ve already got.” He looked back down at his hands, a little hesitant of his last line, before looking back up. Y/N was smiling at the compliment, easing Eddie’s nerves.
“Hey!” Two cheerleaders had approached the table, one calling out to Eddie with annoyance in her voice. “Why don’t you just stick with the freaks?” Eddie leaned away from Y/N and looked to the popular girls.
They turned to Y/N, who seemed a little confused. “You can come and sit with us instead.” One of them said, like she was doing the new girl a favour. Y/N looked over at Eddie. He kept his face the same, not wanting to influence her decision.
Of course he wanted her to stay, but he just couldn’t deal with the guilt of depriving Y/N of having an actual enjoyable high school experience. It didn’t matter how pretty she was, if she was hanging out with the freaks then she was gonna get bullied.
“Oh uh okay then.” Y/N replied apprehensively, slowly getting up. “I-I’ll be back in a minute.” She said as she was dragged away by the cheerleaders. Eddie pursed his lips together in a saddening smile.
“Suuuuuuuure you will.” He said just as Y/N got out of earshot. He looked around at the guys. “And that my friends, concludes the story of the time we almost got a hot chick to play D&D.” The group mumbled and chuckled, going back to their lunch, clearly no where nearly as affected as Eddie.
He knew this was inevitable. With who Y/N was and who he was. But a part of him, a small part of him wanted to believe that she’d stay. For him. That she wouldn’t get poisoned by the ideologies of the social hierarchy. But that was just wishful thinking. He looked back down at the table.
At least it was nice while it lasted.
“Sorry bout that.” Eddie looked back up to see Y/N again. “So I can be an elf princess?”
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“…why are you here?”
“I did say I’d only be gone a minute.” She smiled. Eddie stared at her, unable to speak. His head slowly turned to the popular kids. They looked even more surprised than him.
“W-What about them?” He gestured.
“What about them?” Y/N asked, confused.
“Aren’t you gonna hang out with them?”
“They don’t seem like people I’d want to hang out with.”
“They don’t?”
“Do I look like a bully to you?” She joked. “So, elf princess? Yes?” Eddie’s smile retuned to his face.
“Yeah. Yeah definitely a princess.”
Tag list: @Mikinyi @justaproudslytherpuff @angelicjinwoo @k12baby @spiderman-berries​ @ruhro7​ @justanotherhappyidiot @dontcallmesavvy @kenzi-woycehoski​
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alienstardust · 7 months
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* i want your body, need your body / long as you got me, you won't need nobody (sanji x f!reader)
♫ “WHATEVER YOU LIKE” ANYA MARINA   + Part One. Part Two. Part Three.
Fic Request: I just realized this is long, I’m so sorry, Please a Sanji x shyReader? 💜He’s deeply in love with her but already dating together. Everyone shipping Sanji and shyreader hard. Can’t stop thinking shyreader being a very powerful sorceress in the planet, like Dr strange or Scarlet Witch powers. After recruiting Sanji, the crew decided to recruit his girlfriend & she accepts while the crew realizes she’s buggy ex, he’s still in love with her & talking about her nonstop but they adore her. Bonus: shyreader dream is to become a magician & she’s the ex girlfriend of Buggy the clown & he regrets breaking up with her ever since. Just fluff - anonymous
A/N: Sanji imagine. Thank you for sending this one in! I had fun writing this one. Yes, there will be a part two. *taps temple* Thank you so much for the feedback. I really appreciate them. I hope I captured the request. Feedback is appreciated. I am open to taking requests. Thank you! ♥ [Warnings: fluff, mainly, some language]
+Tags: @mischiefmanaged71
“I feel ridiculous.” You stood in front of Sanji wearing some dark overalls, a blue peasant-style blouse, and a black hat. Sanji leaned back in his seat as he looked you over, while he stirred his glass of tea. “I don’t think they’re going to like me.” You whined and dropped the hat before you sat in the empty seat next to him. 
“You could just be yourself?” He suggested and gave you a half-smirk. He leaned in close to you and kissed your cheek softly. You felt your face start to flush. It never failed, your boyfriend always stirred those pesky feelings inside of you.  “This isn’t a business interview, love, it’s only to show them what you can do. And how you would fit right in.” He reached for your hand and twisted the silver ringer around your middle finger. The ring was similar to the one he wore. He actually had specially made for you, giving the jeweler his for inspiration.
You used your free hand to rub your face annoyed. Sanji was recently offered the chance to join Luffy’s pirate crew. And you jokingly suggested that maybe you could join too. The idea stuck with your boyfriend and he promised he would bring you aboard. For some reason, you felt like you needed to dress the part. 
“What if -“ You started to say as you picked at Sanji’s palm absentmindedly. “Something goes wrong. And they think, no, we don’t need that. Too much of a distraction.” Sanji wrapped his fingers around yours, bringing your hand to his lips, and gently pressed his lips against your knuckles. 
It was by chance you found Sanji. Your damn ex abandoned you when he felt you weren’t needed anymore, at least he let you believe that. You started squatting in any empty spaces you could find. You found the door to the restaurant unlocked, wiggled your way inside, and rummaged through the food. Leaving trails of wrappers scattered around the floor. Sanji had come in early that day and caught you. However, instead of running you out, he made you something to eat. He told you he wasn’t going to tell, he was going to make a quick, delicious meal and it would be better than the processed. 
After a brief introduction to the owner, you started working at the restaurant as a dishwasher. Sanji and you grew closer. You felt yourself falling in love, opening yourself up again. You trusted him, he trusted you. 
“Come on, love. Let’s introduce you,” he squeezed your hand and guided you to the boat. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for the worst. He remained so cool and kept you close. You stayed behind him, allowing him to do the talking. 
“Sanji! There you are!” Luffy exclaimed and tilted his head at you. “Is this her?” 
“Obviously,” Zoro muttered. Luffy was still wearing his grand smile. 
“Yes. This is my girlfriend.” Sanji stepped aside and took your hand to gently pull you forward. “I think she would make a wonderful addition to our crew.” He nodded at you, then studied everyone’s expressions. You glanced up at him nervously, then exchanged a quick glance at the crew. 
“Yes!” Luffy said and gave you a thumbs up.”Welcome aboard!”  
Zoro and Nami exchanged a look after Luffy gave the thumbs up, then at Luffy. 
“I can help! I can…do stuff.” You finally spoke and half smiled nervously. You let go of Sanji’s hand and cautiously stepped forward. You glanced up at the tied-up sails and maneuvered your hands to create wind. The sails quickly unraveled, your created wind blew into the sails. The boat shifted forward startling everyone, some of them gripped the sides. Everyone stared at you slowly processing what was taking place, in shock that you moved the boat. No one spoke for a long moment. You pushed your mouth to the side considering your apology. Sanji squeezed your hand keeping you from moving away.   
“Whoa! Whoa!” Usopp gasped, leaping up and down. “I know what you are… I mean I think! I didn’t think they were still around though. Are you?” 
“What?” Nami questioned as she watched the sails move. 
“Yeah! I mean Kaya and I would read about magic, so many legends and books. But to see a Hecate…in person,” he started to say while staring at you in full amazement. “You moved this boat. Created wind. It’s been still for so long.” 
“What is that?” Luffy pursed his lips. 
“They’re a sorceress. Magic. The stories were they vanished. They were pushed out, deemed too dangerous for living. Well, shit! Until now!” Usopp said excitedly and jumped over to you. He blinked as if you weren’t real and hugged you tightly. Sanji cleared his throat, wrinkling his nose a little at Usopp to step back. You only laughed nervously and shrugged meekly. 
“My grandparents taught me to keep it a secret. But,” you stared up at Sanji and grinned, squeezing his hand. “Sanji speaks highly of all of you. And if I can help, then I will.” You smiled wide. Sanji kissed your forehead and hugged you to the side of him. 
“Welcome to the Straw Hats,” Zoro said dryly before he went back below deck. Usopp nodded eagerly and smiled. Nami gave you a playful salute, following Zoro to go back to studying her maps. 
“You’re magic. So cool!” Luffy leaped up. “We have a magician part of the crew.” 
“Feel better?” Sanji whispered to you and rubbed your shoulder lovingly. You exhaled, leaned into him finally feeling at ease. You didn’t trust too many people with your abilities, but Sanji was by your side. It helped calm you. 
“I’m hungry.” You kissed him quickly. He kissed you back, then took your hand to show you to the kitchen. 
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Orange Town. Buggy sat lazily on his throne, fiddling with the blades between his fingers. He swung his foot back and forth. He half listened to the old man in front of him stumbling through his words. “We… we tried. We just couldn’t find her, Captain.” The man demonstrated big gestures with his hands as if to draw a picture of the struggle. 
“Didn’t you say you were the world’s best tracker?” Buggy asked calmly. The man nodded his head once and tried to explain himself again adding more details about the hardships he faced. “Didn’t! You say you could find her?” Buggy’s voice went up a notch. 
“Yes. But our source didn’t find a trail. She’s a Hecate, captain. We all thought they were gone, so there was no need to keep up with the tricks and traits,” he tried to explain. 
Buggy exhaled loudly, he threw one of the daggers grinning to himself when it landed in the man’s shoulder. The old man yelled out in pain, gripping his shoulder tightly. “Try something else!” Buggy widened his eyes and shrugged casually. “She’s a fucking walking marker. She’s fucking magic! They shouldn’t be difficult! Not many of them walking around free!” 
Cabaji was growing bored of this. “Why don’t you move on? She caused you nothing but trouble.” 
Buggy turned to his pirate. He narrowed his eyes at him, roughly dropped his feet from the throne. “She can help me, idiot. I feel betrayed she never told me all that she could do!” He jumped to his feet. “No one betrays me! She was able to do a hell of a lot more than she showed.” 
Cabaji rolled his eyes, then turned his attention to the sad, old man. “Is he still useful?” 
“No.” Buggy waved his hand. “Want something done right, gotta do it yourself.” 
The old man stumbled to his feet, trying to get to the exit. The other clowns got to him to stop him from escaping. Buggy allowed his crew to do what they needed to the man. He left to his room. He kicked his bed, and started tearing his belongings. 
You had been a big part of Buggy’s crew. He considered you his first mate, along with his favorite lover. It wasn’t until he started becoming obsessed with your powers when things started turning into ash. He was going to use it as his personal weapon. 
“You said you wouldn’t!” You yelled at him when he tried to convince you it was for the better. “I am part of this insane circus for you. This thing isn’t for your gain, Buggy. It’s to protect us You and me.” 
“If you won’t help me! I’ll find someone else!” Buggy smiled wide at you. He carried you to the edge of the boat. You struggled with him, kicking your legs out, pounding on his back. He only laughed hysterically at you, then dropped you overboard. 
He thought the sea would take care of you. No one else would know about you. He didn’t want someone else coming in and using you. So, he thought what better way than to abandon you? 
The day haunted him, drove him mad. And now, he heard you were alive and doing well. He wanted you back. 
——
Being part of the same crew as Sanji felt like home. You helped Usopp create love letters and sent them to Kaya. You used your magic to make sure they got there in time. You never told Zoro, but you were in a staring contest with him. He was winning. Nami shared her maps with you and you studied them to learn about the sea. Luffy wanted to know how your magic worked, so you created small tricks to entertain him. 
You could feel the sunlight peek through the window. You tucked your face against Sanji, he moved a little and exhaled. You two were curled up in his bed. He stayed up late trying new recipes and you were his taste tester. Once you could barely keep your eyes open, you two stumbled to his quarters. You admitted to him you weren’t very tired yet. He smirked at you as he closed the door with his foot. You started to unbutton your top, he pulled off his shirt. 
He made the first move. He kissed you deeply, walking you backward to the bed. You laughed lightly when you fell back onto the bed bringing him down with you. “I really thought you were sleepy,” he mumbled. 
“Eh. Tricked ya.” You cupped his face, gently caressing his cheeks with your thumbs. “I love you,” you said.
“I love you so damn much,” he replied and kissed you deeply. It wasn’t long before the other pieces of clothing disappeared. The two of you were wrapped up in each other, peppering his skin with your kisses, he tenderly nipping at your neck. You used your magic to create thunder sounds to fill the sky so your love sounds wouldn't alert the crew. 
You leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Are you going to wake up?” You spoke groggily. He kept his eyes closed, shaking his head in response. You half smiled, running your thumb over his lips. He pecked it. “Sanji…” you rested your chin on his chest. 
“No.” He moved his fingers up and down your back. “I want this.” He ruffled up his hair finally opening his eyes to peek at you. 
“Me too. But… we got responsibilities.” You kissed his chest, before rolling to the side of the bed. Sanji moved when you did. He kissed your back, dragging his lips down your body, and then back up to your shoulder. 
“Morning, beautiful.” His warm breath touched your bare skin, making you shiver. 
“We can’t stay in bed.” You shook your head and kissed him quickly. You forced yourself out of bed and got changed into some shorts and an old buttoned-up shirt belonging to Sanji. You slipped on your blue boots. 
Sanji took his time to get dressed, giving you an incontinent facial expression. You smiled lazily and shrugged at him. “They’re probably expecting waffles.”
“They or you?” He tied his shoes, then took a step toward you. 
“Me.” 
He kissed you in response and then begrudgingly left the room, walking to the kitchen. Nami was at the table looking over an old book, scribbling some notes. Luffy was hovering over her asking questions and if she learned anything about the one piece. 
“Morning!” Luffy waved at you and Sanji. 
“Morning,” you smiled. You followed Sanji to get the pans sorted and coffee started. Sanji began to make everyone breakfast. Once you served yourself coffee, you happily sipped it staying near the table where Sanji was. 
“Guys!” Usopp came rushing in, followed by Zoro. “Kaya wrote back.”
“That’s good!” Luffy nodded. “Right?” 
“Yes! But! She told me something very interesting,” he laughed a little while speaking, then he laid out the letter. Nami picked it up and read it over. “Buggy is searching for the Hecate.” 
You swallowed your coffee too quickly, waving your hand in front of your mouth as if that would help. Sanji widened his eyes in response, stopping from what he was doing. He knew about your former relationship with Buggy the Clown. You were both under the impression he was out of the picture. 
“He’s searching for you,” Nami spoke, placing the letter down. The crew zoomed their attention in your direction. 
“Shit.” You muttered. 
*** Please give my fiction blog (@alienstardustwrites) a follow. Thank you! <3
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roronoaswifey · 11 months
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hi could we get some tattoo artist!law nsfw headcanons?? i saw timi’s art work for him and i’ve just got the feeling you’d write him so amazingly!
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐋𝐀𝐖
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pairing. trafalgar law x black!fem!reader
warnings/tags. explicit content, foul language, substance consumption, reader has dermal piercings + other tattoos, pussy eating, cunningulus, overstimulation, implied breeding *not encouraging….maybe*, trafalgar law can’t handle pussy, what else is new
kazu’s note. timi’s work if you haven’t seen it yet 🌚
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𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓!𝐋𝐀𝐖 𝐖𝐇𝐎…
never expected somebody like yourself to be in any way connected to luffy. when the younger boy had messaged law a simple “client on the way! :D”, the tattoo artist had expected the worst of the worst. anybody affiliated to luffy gave him an irritating throb in his temple, and even if he wanted to refuse their requests, his morals as an artist never allowed him. so when the sound of chiming from the front door echoed in the shop, he bit back a groan as he mentally prepared himself for the blunt he’d desperately need afterwards.
for the first time in a cool minute, felt his tongue heavy in his throat at the sight of you. pushing past the door, you stepped inside the shop, curvy body snug in a low rise cargo miniskirt and bikini top, your inked skin shining through the golden rays of the sunset behind you. you looked majestic, knotless braids freshly done and with one push of your hair behind your shoulder, law felt his gut pool with arousal.
is taken aback by your sparky personality. you’re not as reckless or loud and smitten as the rest of luffy’s friends, but instead sport a very bored look. your rest in bitch face oddly sets him at ease, giving him sense of security that he may not indeed need to smoke to settle his nerves (though nothing beats a blunt after a long day of work). “you law?” you greet him after a small ‘hey’ and he nods and pats the lengthy chair, not trusting his unsteady vocal chords as all that runs through his mind is how can you be this pretty?
who takes admittedly longer than required to prep your soft skin for the tattoo. you’d shown him a design of words in arabic that you wanted tatted on your spine, and though he wasn’t the most religious person, law simultaneously thanked yet cursed god that he wouldn’t be facing you because it’s one thing to rejoice that you’d be missing the soft pink blush resting at his cheeks at your very revealing outfit, but it’s another having your plump ass peaking right through the miniskirt. maybe the blunt would be needed after all, he thinks as he cleanses your skin and shaves off body hairs to smoothen the process.
can’t help but grin when you ask him to take a hit of his blunt. he wasn’t sure how you’d feel about an artist smoking during his work hours but when you tilted your head at the sound of his lighter sparking up the blunt, a familiar earthy scent filling your senses, the blunt quickly left his mouth in favour of yours. he watched in a mix of awe and confusion as you inhaled deeply, ghosted the cloud of smoke before puffing it out. “‘for the nerves,” was your excuse, placing the spliff back in his parted lips, and laying back on your chest. law nearly felt himself choke on the smoke at the recoil of your ass beneath your thin bottom, slacks growing suspiciously tight as he mentally cursed his own body for the betrayal. lack of pussy, he figured he could blame it on.
with the course of time, alters between sharing his blunt with you. whenever he finds he could use a hit, you stretch your arm back to pass it back to him, and whenever he’s deemed relax, passes it back to you. small talk grows rapidly, as he does his best to keep it as professional as he can (though the smoking contradicts his point) while attempting to keep you entertained. he isn’t confident he’s doing a good job, but you are luffy’s friend after all, so he isn’t surprised you can hold up his lame attempt at conversing.
who isn’t sure if he’s finally gone mad, or maybe just really fucking high, but his almost positive you keep purposely pushing your ass onto him. he’s finished the design, intentionally making sure to not injure or infect the dermals on the dimples of your lower back, but good heavenly lord, your miniskirt rose up the curves of your ass along the inking process and with the weed infiltrating his system, he’s so fucking horny, wanting nothing more than to lay you down and beat the shit out of your pussy— to which, if were a perverted shit, one good lean back in his seat and the outline of your flesh through your thong would be clear as day.
whose suspicions are finally answered the second he vocally announces he’s finished his job. with wrap surrounding your fresh tattoo, his hands linger a bit longer, relishing in the last bit of an opportunity he’d have to hold you before letting you go for good. to his surprise, you stretch an arm out behind you, tilting your head to the side to catch a glimpse of him through your lash extensions and reddened low-lidded eyes, whispers of pleads for him to touch you a little lower.
doesn’t want to push his luck, so he gulps and lets his calloused thumbs caress your smooth brown skin, trailing from the back of your thighs, shaping at any old ink carved in, at any stretch mark that shaped your body, the the crease beneath the cup of your ass that caused the shelf it did. he’s so tempted to push your miniskirt up and watch what he’d imagine of your glistening pussy through your flimsy thong, the fat flesh poking through the material. the thought alone has him biting back a groan, holding these urges back for his sanity and yours. though, clearly you couldn’t give a fuck less about anyone’s sanity, as you intentionally raise your hips during the trailing of his thumb on your skin, forcing his thumb to slip in the warm crevice between your thighs.
finally lets go and swiftly creases your skirt up to your hips. the recoil of your ass set from the intense impact has him groaning, guts swarming in hot arousal, and not even his wildest dreams would’ve prepared him for the sight of your fat cunt. the pad of your panties drenched in your slick, he sees your pussy clenching at nothing, he hears you moaning softly with a sweet arch to your back, and he wants to feel more of you.
relishes in your pretty moans as you fist and clench at anything within the vicinity of your hands. with your thong lowered to the back of your knees, his mouth latched at your lower lips and licked, sucked, tugged, nibbled with precision, so long as he kept hearing you whine and moan, pushing your cheeks back into his face. he’s probably running short on oxygen, nose stuffed in the crack of your ass but he figures he could die a happy man this way. you taste as good as you smell, possibly even better, that he can’t help the slip of fingers E and A in your cunt, simultaneously working his tongue at your folds while fucking into you with long and thick digits, scissoring you open in hopes to find that gummy spot that’ll have you spraying him in your essence.
who drinks you up quicker than you can finish moaning ‘oh fuck baby’ and wastes no time to fumble with his pants. he’s not sure how he managed to not cum in his briefs at the sight of you alone, but the sheer realization that his bottoms were still on made the possibility likely to happen. he finds himself before you, avoiding to have you do any unnecessary movement, as he pumps his brick hard dick in his tattooed hands, and watches your tired eyes shimmer at the sight of his drooling dick alone.
who groans pathetically at the first slip of his tip in between your plump lips, the warm wetness of your mouth sucking him in for what he’s worth as your tongue swirls around the salty skin of his dick. his hips push in and out your mouth slowly, wanting to ease into this naturally before fucking your mouth senseless, but gods with the way you keep humming around his tip, an guided hand pumping what you couldn’t reach for measure, with a pool of saliva gathering at the base of his cock and beneath your vice claw grip on his dick, he’s holding onto a thin thread of sanity, torn between wanting to respect you and let you take your time or rutting his hips and shoving his tip down the back of your throat, making use of you as he finishes himself off in your mouth. it isn’t long before he’s got a hand at the back of your neck, and the sinful sound of you attempting to keep up with his rapid thrusts in your mouth, the squelches of your plump lips and saliva on his lubed dick echoing in the room, that he releases a guttural moan with a head thrown back, painting your mouth white with him. he taps his dick onto your tongue for good measures, assuring you swallowed every last drop.
whose dick hardens painfully quick as soon as he feels you reaching for the base of his dick, and lining it at your sopping entrance. chest laid flat on the chair with your ass in the air, he eases the process by swiftly pushing his hips into your ass, dick slowly getting engulfed by your tight pussy and not even brent faiyaz’s vocals could outmatch the harmony in both your ranges of moans. your hand left his dick the second he bottomed out, in favour of holding at his hips, pushing and pulling him back in, clearly eager for this as badly as he was. though through gritted teeth, he breathed deeply and intensely as he pulled back out, your pussy lips latching at his tip so desperately, before he slams back down, your body jerking from the forceful impact and you whine, pushing your hips back into him for a better feel. the sex gradually quickens, his tattooed arms caging your head at the sides, fucking you like it’s his last resort for air, hips angling to the side as he pounds into your pussy. your ass jiggles like jello against him, mouth muffled by his thigh fingers as you lay down and take whatever the hell he gives you. your eyes roll back uncontrollably at a certain shift of his hips, and law decides he wants to see you do that again, so he relentlessly ruts into that spot that had you blacking out.
who turns you on your side, still weary about your back but is on the brink of losing it if he holds back any longer, lifts a leg up onto his shoulder, and starts to pound into you with a new angle. this position has him seeing stars, already feeling pussy drunk as your wetness engulfs him whole, sucks him in greedily. you’re not better, laid flat as your boobs move in clockwise rotations from the slamming of his hips into your ass. he’s got a tight grip on your plush thigh, his other hand thumbing at your neglected clit, flicking and playing with the nub in hopes of drawing you in closer to the orgasm he feels himself approach. the leg he holds soon begins to shake, and he knows you’re getting close, your jaw slack and babbles spilling past your lips, the most he’s heard you speak in this entire session. he’s tempted to lean forward and finally catch your lips on his, the one thing he hasn’t managed to do so far, but his mind is soon clouded with other thoughts, such as making sure you get to that desired high around the same time he does. and you both do, your back arching as you clamp impossibly tighter down his cock, milking him dry of every seed left in his heavy balls, shooting his loads in your cunt, spraying your walls in his essence, while you spray his balls and thighs in your sweet liquids yet again.
notices the room has gotten quiet after he’s been sated of the lack of pussy he’s practically self diagnosed himself with. you’re on your stomach, body still shuddering from the intense pleasure that hit you like a wave, and law can’t help the tongue that licks your pussy clean, lapping up any evidence left of what you guys had done in this room. your broken moans sound downright pathetic, shaking in overstimulation as law finds himself back on his knees, thumbs spreading your ass cheeks apart and licking into your pussy yet again. he couldn’t help it, you tasted heavenly and he was a greedy bastard. he ignored your pleads, in favour for the hand tugging at his messy locks, your leg thrown over his shoulder as you watched him from the middle of your thighs ravage you like his last meal. his golden eyes never letting go of eye contact with you, his tongue flicked at your clit, spread your folds and feasted on your spent out cunt. didn’t take as much effort this time to be gifted with his favorite drink, as he greedily moans and gulps down everything you give him.
who, after making sure you’ve been decently wiped and hydrated after having fucked you dumb, finds himself feeling hollow despite having the fuck of his life. had it been your previous conversations? or was it when he had you face down and ass up? what was it that suddenly made him realize he did not want you to walk out that door for good? he doesn’t have much time to think as you limp up to the cashier register and await him there. he then realizes you expect him to charge you for the tattoo, as if your pussy wasn’t worth all the riches in this forsaken world. he grunts a low ‘on the house’, betraying yet again another ethical artist moral, but he soon found himself realizing there’s a lot more of rules he’d bend just for you. you look at him with a smirk, almost having expected that answer. you reach in your mini purse regardless, and pull out a 50$, old receipt and pen. you lay flat all objects on the counter, quickly writing something down on the receipt, before pushing it closer near the register. he’s shocked at the hug you give him afterwards, a strong whiff of your previous activities lingering on your scent glands with a mixture of your own fragrance, and he can’t help the soft inhale he does in the crook of your neck, arms tightening around your waist as he holds you back.
who flushed pink in embarrassment when you pull away from the hug just slightly, now face to face as you glossy lips gently kissing his own ones, mumbling a soft ‘see you soon’ with another soft kiss at the corner of his lips, and he barely registers you left the tattoo parlour, the chimes at the door ringing their melody as the soft thrumming of his heart pounds against his chest, throat dry and now glossy lips tugging into a lovesick smile. though he’s slightly irritated that you still left a tip when he insisted it was free of charge, he picks up the receipt you left, eyes scanning over the message you left: ‘tip for a tip ;) call me back whenever, hot stuff, xoxo y/n <3’ and he’s never ran as fast in his life to his phone plugged into the wall, a chuckle rumbling from his chest, feeling uncharacteristically giddy at the thought that you wanted to see him again too.
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i love this man so much it’s insane. also this took much longer than expected, my baddd 🦦
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angelltheninth · 8 months
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Could I request getting into an argument with Hobie Brown or Peter b parker headcanons?
Oh angst! There's plenty of angst to be had in Spiderverse.
Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Hobie Brown x Reader
Tags: slight fluff, heavy angst, hurt/comfort, arguments, cuddling, makin up and making out
A/N: Have to use the crying gif cause Peter is such a drama queen.
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Peter hates getting into any kind of fight with you, over pretty much everything. It's not that he's not just as stubborn as you are but he knows how ugly these can get, so would very much like it if instead of screaming your heads off at each other, you give each other a little space to process things.
"No, this isn't a break up, god why did you think of that first? Do you want to break up? Okay, I thought not. Then there's no problem in giving me space is there? I'm not moving out, I'm gonna sleep on the couch! If I didn't know any better I'd say you really do want to get rid of me."
Sleeping on the couch is not as easy as it once was. You see him stretching, groaning as he pops his back but he doesn't complain about it, not a sound. He will give you your space as you will give him his. There needs to be time for you to cool off. The worst part are the awkward goodbyes you sill share, with the both of you stealing apologetic glances at each other but neither making the first move.
"I'm going out on patrol for the night. No, you go to bed, I'll get home when I get home. As I always do. Don't look so worried, I'll be thinking about this anyway, I don't need your puppy dog eyes too. Want me to pick up anything while I'm out? Got it. I'll be sure to do that. Well... see you in a few hours I guess."
He does come home late, with flowers for you that he sets beside your bed before he crawls in. You're still pretending to be asleep but you feel his arms pull you close to him from behind, his lips ticking your neck as he mumbles he still loves you and gives you another squeeze before the bed creaks right before he leaves. You don't let him, you wrap your hands around his forearms before he has the chance to let go and tell him to stay.
"Sure? I think we're both too tired to talk about this now. Yeah, in the morning. Do the flowers bother you? I can move them. Haha, I got everything else too don't worry. But when I saw them I couldn't help but think of you so here they are. Cause they were beautiful and made me smile, just like you."
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Hobie gets very heated when he gets into a fight with you. Not in the terms that he's loud or lashes out a lot but he can stay angry for a very long time, unable to let go. He wants what's best for you, how do you not realize that? If he takes any risks its because of you and for your safety.
"Oh so now its my fault right? Right, right blame it all on me why don't you? I'm being unfair? You just told me to stop putting myself at risk. I'm sorry sweetheart but that's not how being a hero works. Well its a stupid idea. No, I'm not calling you stupid I... forget it, no use talking this out."
Going out begins to get even more frequent for him. You get the feeling that he's doing everything he can to avoid talking to you about this problem. The good thing is that he's not getting hurt, yet. But he can't avoid you forever, he knows it too, he knows that sooner or latter he will have to talk to you. It drives you both crazy when you're in the same bed still, but back turned, in complete silence.
"How long do you think you can keep this up? Yes, you. I haven't been avoid- ah, I guess I have, a little. Look, I... I feel like if we don't talk about this, it's not go away on its own. Might take longer but... I'm being dumb? Well what about you? I thought you wanted your space? Too much of it huh? I can fix that. I'm not distracting you, I miss you."
The moment he gets his hands on your body, his lips on yours he can't get enough. It's like he's never kissed you before, like he's feeling these things for the first time, you arching against him, you sighing against his mouth and moaning his name as you try to get him as close as possible without seeming too needy for him. He missed you too, a whole lot and he's not holding back when it comes to showing you just how much.
"This isn't exactly an apology but I think it's a nice start don't you? Don't give me that look now, you like it too. I can make it better, if you want. Let's say, for every thing we manage to hash out we give each other a kiss. A little reward for us working out our issues."
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ruh--roh-raggy · 3 months
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Home Sweet Home (William Afton x Wife! Reader) - Part 5
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Hello hello! After a bit of a delay I am very happy to present you with part 5 of Home Sweet Home! This chapter we get to see William and Reader's first date, super cute, super fluffy, I've been dealing with a lot of emotions so a lot of gentle reassuring William about readers self doubts. I hope you guys enjoy, if you would like to be added to the tag list please let me know!
WARNINGS: None
You can find my Masterlist here!
Word Count: 4,913
Part 4 - Part 6
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You stretched with a soft sigh, your feet sliding against the cool, soft sheets. A smile spreads across your face at the feeling of William’s arm slung over your waist. Your eyes fluttered open, a thin slit of light through your heavy curtains the only indicator that it was morning. You roll over, your hand trailing over his stomach as you cuddle into his chest. He lets out a soft hum as he wakes up, “good morning beautiful.” His voice raspy and thick with sleep.
“Sorry I didn't mean to wake you up.” You whisper, placing a soft kiss to his chest.
“Why are you apologizing? I get woken up to the most beautiful sight in the world.” He tilts your chin up, his lips capturing yours in a slow, needy kiss. His hand kneads at your waist, you smile as his mustache tickles your nose.
“What's the plan for today?” He rolls into his back with a groan, pulling you on top of him in the process. You lay your chin on his chest, bright, sparkling eyes staring up at him. He smiles softly, tucking some loose hair behind your ear.
“Well,” he starts, “we need to go to the store, we’ll try to make it quick but we have nothing.” You both share a chuckle. “And then we come back here and work our butts off until dinner.”
“And see you be all sexy and strong lifting those heavy boxes again? Yes please.” You grin at him, yelping as he lightly pinches your butt.
“You always have your mind in the gutter, don't you?” He teases back. “I'm surprised you can still even consider me sexy.”
“Now what is that supposed to mean?” You reach up to gently caress his cheek, he lets out a soft sigh as he leans into your touch. “You're not allowed to be mean to my husband, I'll have to beat you up.” He chuckles at your serious expression.
“I'm an old man now, rabbit.” He responds wistfully, combing his fingers through your hair as he studies your face. “I'm definitely not the rugged, muscular little punk I used to be.” He chuckles and you can't help but breathe out a laugh in response. Remembering all the photos of a much skinnier more awkward reflection of your husband that Henry had shown you. ‘The pride and joy of our robotics team.’ he would always muse, struggling not to get emotional over the loving expression you had while looking at them. “I've got all these wrinkles now, my hair’s going gray-”
“William,” he snaps his mouth shut at the sound of your voice. Your age difference was something that had eaten at him since the two of you had first started dating. Always worried he was going to move too fast or make you feel tied down. He never could quite wrap his head around how a pretty young thing like you could stand being around a miserable old fart like him. “It wouldn't matter if you were 20 years younger and were built like some sort of Greek God.” You shuffle around under the blankets, allowing you to push yourself up enough to be face to face with him, the tip of your nose brushing his as you talk. “I wouldn't give up any of the time you and I have spent together for anything. Will, I love you. A few wrinkles and a change in your hair color isn't going to change any of that.”
“So, you don't mind that I don't have shredded abs?” He jokes, making you laugh in response. Despite the sudden loss of seriousness you could tell your words helped.
“Abs are overrated,” you shoo off the thought with your hand. “I happen to love your soft tummy.” You state matter-of-factly.
“Well I'm glad.” He pulls you in for a soft kiss. “You’re perfect, you know that?” He mumbles against your lips.
“You're one to talk.” You quip back. He smiles before pulling you back to him. You hum as you feel his arm tighten around your waist, wanting to feel every curve of your body pressed firmly to his. The way William’s lips moved against yours was slow and methodical, he always knew how to kiss you in a way that left you feeling utterly breathless and dizzy by the end of it. You rest your forehead against his when you separate. Both of you shared soft, tired smiles as you enjoyed being in each other's company. He reaches over to his nightstand with a groan, wiping his hand down his face before putting on his glasses.
“What do you say sweetheart? Ready to start the day?” You nod, both of you reluctantly leaving the warmth of your bed and each other's arms as you got ready to tackle whatever obstacles you would face.
You stood at William’s side, trying to manage your wild bed head as he brushed his teeth. “What do you want for dinner?” He asks with a mouthful of toothpaste.
“I don't know, something easy.” You wince slightly as your brush gets caught on a particularly nasty snarl. “We could always get something frozen to throw in the oven I guess.”
“Absolutely not, I won't let my wife eat that filth if I can help it.” He places a kiss on your head as he heads out of the bathroom. You chuckle, shaking your head in response. “Think about it, I'm gonna go start the car.” He disappears around the door with a wink. You groaned at his request, you hated making food decisions. You threw on some clothes, deeming your appearance good enough for the grocery store, before heading downstairs. William stood at your kitchen counter, holding an old recipe book that looked almost comically small in his massive hands.
“Whatcha got there?” He wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you into his side.
“I saw this in your box of memories yesterday.” He smiles down at you, lowering the book in order to make it easier for you to read it. You looked at the worn, yellowing pages with a special fondness. This was the one cookbook William owned, a collection of recipes put together by a group of little old ladies around Hurricane. One of them managed to pass it off to him at their grandson’s birthday years ago, saying how a hard working man like him deserved some good home cooked meals every now and then. You ran your fingers over your husband’s handwriting in the margins next to one recipe ‘add garlic’. On the next page there was a recipe for chocolate cake, next to it in your own neat script it read ‘Will’s favorite' punctuated with a heart.
“Is this the one that has-”
“The recipe from our first date.” You finish in unison.
“Yes it is.” He chuckles. You remembered it like it was yesterday. The whole morning went horribly before you were supposed to spend the day with Will, you were about ready to call him to reschedule. “I think we both could use some comfort food tonight, what do you think?”
“I think that sounds wonderful.” You jump slightly as he snaps the cookbook shut in front of your face, you push him playfully before the two of you head out.
Will’s hand was warm as he held your own, his thumb languidly rubbing over your knuckles as he drove. Your eyes trailed over the treeline as it whipped past your window, smiling softly to yourself as you reminisced about how something as small and silly as beef stew could hold such a powerful memory.
You tried your best to quiet your sniffling as you listened to the phone ring, your heart jumping into your throat when you heard the click of the receiver being picked up. “Hello?” You felt yourself begin to well up all over again at the sound of his voice.
“Hey William, it’s-uh, it’s me.” You hoped he would be able to recognize your voice despite it cracking. “I think I'm going to need to reschedule-”
“Honey what's wrong?” The genuine concern in his voice opened the floodgates. A sob cracked free from your throat as you tried to explain the situation. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?”
“No.” You manage to croak out.
“Can I come see you?” You froze for a moment. He wasn't mad about you canceling at the last minute, he just wanted to make sure you were okay.
“Yeah, that's fine.” You stutter.
“I'll be there in about fifteen minutes, okay?” You nod before remembering he couldn't see you. You rolled your eyes over how ridiculous you were being.
“Okay, I'll be here.” You sniffle before hanging up. You jumped as your buzzer rang, picking yourself up to the couch and slowly shuffling over to unlock the door. You undid the chain latch, meeting William in the hallway.
“Rabbit,” he starts softly. Seeing your cheeks still red and streaked with tears from another wave of crying that had hit you when he was on his way over. “Come here beautiful.” You hurried forward, melting into his embrace as he wrapped his strong arms around you. His fingers gently slide into your hair, cradling your head against his chest. You felt stupid for crying, you were supposed to be going out on this big, fancy date William had set up and now you've ruined it.
“I'm sorry.” You manage to get out after you have calmed yourself down somewhat. “You went through all the trouble of getting us that reservation-” he cuts you off, quietly shushing you as he continues to hold you, slightly rocking side to side.
“It’s okay bunny. It's not like we’re going to get banned from the restaurant for canceling our table.” He chuckles, managing to elicit a soft laugh from you as well. “But, I would like to know what's making my girl so upset.” He nods in the direction of your apartment. “Would it be alright if I came in for a minute?” You nod, his hand instantly taking yours as you separated from his embrace.
“I'm sorry about the mess, this morning definitely didn't go as planned.” He looked around the cramped space. The flowers William had sent you lay on the kitchen counter, the stems still glistening with water. A half cleaned up pile of broken glass lay on the floor next to the counter. He noticed a white dress that appeared to be covered in some type of tomato sauce laying in a heap on the dining room table. You started to explain before he even had a chance to question it. “My roommate got into a big fight with her boyfriend this morning.” William sat next to you where you had positioned yourself on the couch, elbows resting on his knees and his hands folded neatly in front of him as he listened attentively to what you had to say. “I was woken up by them yelling at each other, I heard some glass smash so I came out here to try and diffuse the situation. It turns out he had smashed the vace I had put your flowers in onto the floor.” You let out a weak chuckle as you felt a tear slip down your cheek. William reaches over, intertwining his fingers with yours in an attempt to offer some form of comfort without risking overwhelming you further. “And my-uh, my dress…” you looked over at the table, your throat growing tight at the sight. “He also ruined my dress in the process of us throwing him out. So now I have nothing to wear, and the flowers you got me are starting to wilt, and I ruined our date-”
“Woah, sweetheart, slow down. You didn't ruin anything.” He moves closer to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “There’s going to be plenty of other fancy dinners. Baby, I'm not upset over you not wanting to go out after the morning you've had.” He places a kiss on the top of your head, his thumb soothingly rubbing your shoulder. “Would you like to come spend the day at my place?” He asks in an almost timid manner. You look up at him, eyes still wet with tears. It made his chest tighten, you looked so small against his much larger form.
“I'd like that.” You smile.
“You go get ready, I'll clean up in here.” He offers with a small nod.
“Oh, I can't ask you to do that.” Your breath catches in your throat as he gently tilts your chin up with his fingers.
“Don't worry about it bunny.” He tucks some hair behind your ear. He nods for you to go get ready. You scurry off to your room, William cleaning up the glass on the floor. He searched through your cupboards, finding a suitable enough vessel to hold the flowers you seemed to love. He smiles at how adorable you were, getting upset over something so simple, it was sweet. His attention turned to the dress on the table, making an irritated sound as he picked it up. It wasn't a guarantee he would be able to get the sauce out, but hand washing it in the sink couldn't hurt. He thought about how pretty you would've looked all dressed up. Though somehow he thinks your new plan would end up being more fun.
You hurriedly looked through your closet for something to wear, not wanting to appear like you were trying too hard to impress him. You decided on a cute pair of jeans and your favorite T-shirt. You passed back out into the kitchen, smiling as you saw the large man hunched over your sink, trying to get the stain out of your dress. “Will?” He paused, a smile creeping across his features. This was the first time you had called him Will.
“I got it mostly out, we can throw it in the wash at my place if you want.” You nod, smiling at him adoringly.
“I wouldn't want to trouble you.” You start.
“It's no problem.” He rushes to reassure you. He slowly steps closer to you, almost as if he was worried he was going to scare you off. “You, uh, look like you’re going to cry again.”
“You’re just really nice, that’s all.” You crack out a laugh, William chuckling alongside you.
“Well, I’d like to be able to take care of my girl when she needs me.” He winks, making your cheeks flush. He holds out his arm for you to take, you smile softly as he pulls you into his side.
William opened the door, letting you step inside before him. You neatly tucked your shoes beside the door before padding across the soft gray carpet. Looking around you would definitely define William as a minimalist. You didn’t see any pictures or trinkets, everything was very neat and orderly. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to go start something for dinner.” You ended up trailing after him into the kitchen, wanting to spend as much time with him as you could. He unzips his hoodie, tossing it at you with a flirtatious smile. “You look cold.” You slip your arms into the too long sleeves, blushing slightly as you wrap yourself up in the warm fabric. William’s sweatshirt smelled like machine oil, cheap cigarettes, and musky, warm cologne. He pulled out a large wooden cutting board from one of the drawers, brandishing a pristinely sharp knife not long after. He hums softly to himself as he wanders around his kitchen, pulling ingredients from cupboards and setting them all out in a row on the counter top. He pulls out a large stew pot from a small closet, setting it on the stove as he sets in motion preparing the meal he had decided on.
“Do you want any help?” You offer with a smile.
“You just sit back and relax, bunny. Throwing this together shouldn’t take me too long.” The two of you chatted idly as he cooked. You had always enjoyed William’s dry humor, but this was the first time you had seen his full genuine personality outside of Freddy’s.
“You’re a gossip!” You exclaim your accusation through a fit of laughter. He gives you an offended look, his hand clapping against his chest.
“Me? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” You couldn’t miss the smirk that passed across his lips as he turned his attention back to the cutting board. “You’re acting like I don’t know about your and Ashley’s little gossip sessions at the prize counter.” He rebuttals in a teasing tone. He straightens up, striding over to you. He puts a hand on either side of your thighs, caging you on the counter, “I bet you talk about me, don’t you?” He gives you a wink and a lopsided smile. Your cheeks immediately heated up as you thought about how much his name actually came up between the two of you. He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead before moving away. He glances up at you as he slides a cutting board of carrots into the large pot at his side. “I’m glad you’re finally starting to relax.” He remarks happily.
“You promise you’re not mad about having to cancel the reservation?” You ask nervously, balling up the sleeves of his sweatshirt in your hands.
“I’m happy just spending time with you.” A small smile creeps across your lips at the sincerity in his voice. “You had a bad morning, I wouldn’t want to go out either.” He reaches out for your hand, you accept his request with a flustered grin. “Plan’s can change, okay? I won’t be upset.” He tries his best to reassure you.
It was a rainy day outside, the stew was left to cook on the stove. Will held your hand loosely in his, giving it a gentle squeeze whenever he reached a point of interest when he was talking about one of his newest projects. He leads you into his workshop, keeping you close to him as he guides you around various piles of mechanical parts. His hands find their way to your waist, easily lifting you from the floor to set you on a clear space of workbench. He bumps a button with his elbow, the garage opening to let in some of the warm, damp air from outside. “Mr. Emily was right about you being a workaholic.” You tease.
“It’s not my fault there's always work to be done.” He bites the tip of his tongue as he concentrates on what he had pulled in front of him, you noticed the glint of something silver catching on his front teeth.
“Will… is that a piercing?” You ask with genuine curiosity. His eyes widened slightly for a second before he cursed under his breath.
“I forgot I had that in.” He admits bashfully. “I got it in college, I just got so used to wearing it I never let it close.” You hop down from your position perched on the workbench, placing yourself directly in front of him.
“Show me.” You nod up at him. He raises an eyebrow and smirks slightly at your demanding town. He stoops lower, bringing himself face to face with you.
“I don’t know,” he purrs, “you didn’t ask very nicely.” You swallow thickly at his gravelly tone.
“Show me, please?” You try again. He chuckles at your flustered appearance before sticking out his long tongue, showing off the silver barbell. “Wow.” You found yourself nearly drooling at the sight of it, something about the small piercing made your heart race in your chest. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that William was a very attractive man, with his sharp features and broad, strong body he's drawn the attention of many wandering eyes. But, this new found detail about him only seemed to highlight the tough yet playful attitude you had grown enamored by.
“Maybe if you're good I'll show you how talented I am at putting it to good use.” He winks with a smirk. “Come on, this stuff can wait.” He places a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping an arm around your waist as you're escorted back inside of the house. It hadn't occurred to you just how much of Will’s day you had disrupted up until now. He was supposed to come pick you up at six o'clock sharp, glancing at a clock that ticked quietly on the wall you had realized it wasn’t even eleven.
“Will, I don't want to get in your way if you're busy.” You speak up, both of you pausing in unison.
“Bunny, let me tell you something.” He fully turns to face you, his hands resting comfortably on your waist. His dark silver eyes held a particular softness as they scanned over your features, his hands sliding around your back to pull you closer to him. He speaks in a low tone, giving the conversation a new found sense of intimacy. “I'm in no rush to get that work done, and if I'm being entirely honest if you left right now I wouldn't be able to get the image of how cute you look in my sweatshirt out of my head all day.” He breathes out a laugh. “I know you're worried about being a disruption but honey I promise you you're not. I want to spend time with you, I want to be there to make you feel better. If that means pushing off a couple projects to cook a homemade meal and to spend the day with you… we'll, I don't know about you but that sounds pretty alright to me.” He smiles softly at you, giving you time to allow his words to sink in.
You couldn't get over just how different he was than anyone you had been with in the past. There was no yelling because of the wasted effort, no being left alone to wallow in how awful you felt about messing everything up. Right now there was only you and William; how warm his large hands felt as he soothingly rubs his thumbs over your waist, how the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen drifted through the hall, how he looked at you with so much kindness and understanding, and that was plenty. You pushed into him, burying your face against his chest as you welled up with emotion. William held you tightly against him, determined to brush away any negative thoughts that tried to creep their way in from the back of your mind. He had a pretty good idea of the guys you had experienced before him, the shithead he had met before he confessed to you said enough. You were used to being pushed around and treated like you were never enough, leaving you to feel like you were always taking up too much space and anything that went wrong immediately fell into your lap. William hoped that, given enough time, he would be able to help you remedy that way of thinking. “How about we throw on a movie? It's Saturday, there's bound to be something on.” He offers in a patient tone.
“I'd like that.” You sniffle in response. You slip your hand into his, allowing him to guide you to the living room. He pulled you into his side as he clicks on the TV, absentmindedly flicking through the station past re-runs of whatever shitty sitcom happened to be on and action movies that would definitely ruin the quiet intimacy the two of you had fallen into. He paused on a romantic comedy, looking down to gauge your reaction. You adjusted yourself in order to be more comfortable, your arm resting across Will’s stomach as your head fell against his shoulder. He was praying you wouldn't ask him anything about the movie he had thrown on, he wouldn't have been able to focus on it right now if he tried. Your small form was so warm against his side, the sweet scent of your shampoo was nearly intoxicating as he waited for you to get comfortable. He pulls the blanket off of the back of the couch, laying it over both of your laps.
“Will?” You call for him softly.
“Yes, rabbit?” His eyes drift down to you and the sight alone was enough to nearly break him. You looked so incredibly tiny curled up against him, your big doe eyes holding so much adoration as you gazed up at him. William froze, feeling as if he even breathed in this moment it would be over.
“Thank you for taking care of me today.” His heart nearly jumped out of his chest at the sight of your sweet smile. You slowly and carefully pushed yourself upwards, your lips pressing against his scruffy cheek.
“Of course, bunny.” He smiles, eyes dropping to your lips for a brief moment before he shook the thought from his mind. Today was about making sure you were alright, kissing you should be the furthest thing from his mind right now. Unfortunately for him, it was all he was able to think about since the two of you had started seeing each other. He hadn't kissed you since the night of his confession, worried that he would take things too quickly without realizing it. He jumped slightly as the timer on the stove started to beep. “I'll be right back.” He places a kiss to your forehead before getting up. Once he enters the kitchen, out of your line of sight, he drags a hand down his face with a soft groan. “Get a hold of yourself.” He chastises himself quietly.
You remained curled up on the sofa, smiling to yourself as you ran your fingers over the soft material of the blanket William had draped over your legs. You glanced back at the kitchen before turning back to the TV with a soft sigh. There was something about being with William that was so undeniably effortless; the way he pulled you into his arms, your body molding to his like you were always made to be pressed against one another, the softness in his voice that was reserved just for you, how the smell of his cologne calmed your ever racing mind. Your fingers drifted to your bottom lip, breathing out a laugh as you thought about your first kiss. It felt like a lifetime since then, your mind often wandering to the memory, leaving your heart racing and your cheeks flushed. You knew William wanted to take things slow, he was very concerned about you feeling pressured to do things you weren't comfortable with just because he was older. Even though you constantly reassured him that wasn't the case he still seemed to treat you as if you were made of glass. You heard the soft clinking of him grabbing soup mugs from a cabinet, your feet thudding softly against the hardwood floor as you stood from the couch. You sucked in a deep breath as you nervously made your way towards the kitchen, thumb running over the worn fabric of your boyfriend’s sweatshirt. William stood at the stove, humming softly to himself as he added the finishing touches on the dinner he prepared. You swallowed thickly as you watched his muscles shift underneath his fitted black T-shirt. “Will?” You continued to walk forward as you called his name, knowing if you stopped now you would lose your nerve. He turns to face you, his silver eyes catching yours. His arms opened to greet you the moment he realized how close you already were, your hands slid over his shoulders as his landed on your waist. You pushed yourself up on your toes, guiding his lips down to meet yours. He lets out a surprised yet pleased sound, melting into you as he kisses you back. You both pulled back, breathless and wide eyed. He swore every time he looked at you he found something new to fall in love with. The blush that dominated your cheeks from doing something so bold, how small you looked wrapped up in his sweatshirt, he hoped he would be able to keep the memory of you looking like this forever.
“Will?” He’s jolted back to the present by you nudging his shoulder. “Everything alright, baby? You spaced out.” He looked down at you now by his side. Your soft smile and twinkling eyes are still as captivating as they always have been.
“Yeah bunny, I'm alright. Just thinking about our first date.” He smiles. The two of you stood in your kitchen preparing the ingredients for the stew, the sound of you singing along to the radio a learned comfort to William’s ears. He still couldn't wrap his head around why you chose him of all people, his gruff and dry demeanor was a sharp contrast to your bubbly personality. Yet, despite how difficult he knew he could be sometimes, your love for one another never waivered. It took him a long time to be able to provide for you the way he felt you deserved, lots of late nights at the pizzeria and sacrifice were needed to get to where the two of you are now. But, through every rough patch, every struggle that would have seemed insurmountable on his own, it only solidified one thing.
You loved each other.
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I’ve got so many more snake and snake related questions and so I’m just gonna give them in a big list:
I thought that your “animal bones” tag said “snake bones” and now I’m fascinated by that idea as a tag and generally snake skeleton stuff. This isn’t a question I suppose.
Is the number of vertebra of a snake (minus the tail vertebra) comparable in amount to human vertebra?
Are snake scales and snake skin made out of the same stuff human skin and nails and hair are made of (keratin and collagen and the like)?
Are any snakes physically capable of chewing or generally eating something not-whole? Do any of them chew?
To your knowledge, was the creation of syringe needles inspired in any way by snake fangs?
How do scientists milk venom, physically? How much can you take from a snake in one go without harming it? How often?
What are your “smartest” and “dumbest” snakes, if such a thing can be quantified?
Thank you for the snake fact answers. I could just look it up but SEO is a bitch and I like asking people questions about things they’re passionate about.
Great questions!!
Snake bones are so cool. I love looking at viper skeletons especially.
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2. Nope! People have like 24 vertebrae, with snakes it depends on species length but snakes have between 100-600. Snake tails are actually pretty short when compared to their torsos (look at the skeleton image below, the tail starts where the ribs end); tails have as few as 10 and as many as a couple hundred vertebrae. Those numbers sound very variable, and that's because snakes just vary so wildly in size and shape!
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3. Yes! The same materials make up snake skin and scales as make up human skin and nails. Same stuff, different blueprint! :)
4. Snakes are built very specifically to swallow whole prey, and there are no real exceptions to this. No snake can chew. Some snakes, like snail-eaters, have specialized teeth and jaws designed to "scoop" snails out of their shells so sometimes they don't get it all in one go, but even they are built to try and get as much out at once as possible.
5. Not to my knowledge, I think it's a matter of convergent evolution! :) Hollow needles are just really good at getting stuff into other stuff.
6. When we do venom extractions from snakes, we usually just have them bite a funnel and what they give us is what they give us. If a certain venom is in very high demand, then sometimes we'll express the venom glands while the snake is biting down. That involves gently squeezing the glands to ensure a good amount of venom is released in the bite. It looks rough but I promise it's not, the hold is as gentle as possible and the snakes are not hurt in the process! You gently hold the snake's neck to keep them restrained and keep everyone safe (if you lightly squeeze your wrist just hard enough to manually tilt your hand, it's about that much pressure) and you use your fingers on the opposite hand to express the glands.
We might get 1/10 a teaspoon from each snake per extraction, it's genuinely just a few drops. It takes multiple snakes to get enough to do anything with. At my lab we extract from each snake about once every other week; they need time to relax in between! Venom isn't necessary to remain healthy for lab snakes, but we don't want to stress them.
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7. In general, elapids (cobras and their relatives) are the smartest snakes I've ever worked with! King cobras absolutely take the award here, they're so intelligent and curious and just a treat to interact with. Our old boy at my lab, Puppy, can put himself in his handling tube and is always such a show-off for tours. One of my favorite snakes at the lab is an Egyptian cobra named Seth, he's so much fun and loves figuring out the food puzzles and mazes I set up for him!
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As for dumbest...I've said it before and I'll say it again, but hognoses are just absolutely zero thoughts animals.
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Dad Hood - part 13
‘And this is the bat-computer!’
Tim was showing his friends around. He was being supervised by Dick so he didn’t get overzealous and show stuff he wasn’t supposed to, and Danny and Jason tagged along as well. Danny had been eager to see the creepy lair. Superboy, Wondergirl and Impulse were also impressed.
‘This is so cool!’
‘How is this place so big?’
‘Is that a dinosaur?’
Batman was annoyed. He was still on the Bat-computer, trying to find Joker when the group had entered. Now his concentration was being challenged. But he had promised Tim a month ago that he could show them around, so he couldn’t say no. Not as long as it seemed that Joker still hiding and not making any moves. Meanwhile, Danny was getting curious over Tim’s friends. Did everyone in Gotham dress in weird outfits?
‘Are you all like my family? Everyone dresses so weird!’
Impulse puffs up his chest, eager to impress the little man.
‘Yep! We are all super heroes! We even have powers, unlike the Bats here!’
Danny looks confused. He thought that his Daddy was a grave digger, not a superhero. This was way cooler! This takes the group by surprise. Why would Danny think that Jason was a grave digger?
‘Uncle Dick told me daddy puts bad people in the ground! I thought it was really nice that he makes graves for bad people. Everyone likes to have them. Then your friends can leave you gifts! I wish I had a grave, then I could get gifts too!’
The group gets uncomfortable. As Jason laughs it off, he gets a weird feeling. Handing Danny over to Dick, he takes out his notebook. He looks at Danny. He looks at Bruce still doing research. Then he looks back at Danny. And lastly at the notebook filled with powers. Telling Dick to get Danny upstairs, he grabbed Superboy by the collar and dragged him of.
‘Kon, with me. NOW!’
Superboy was confused, letting Jason drag him to the Bat-computer. As they reached Bruce, Jason took a deep breath.
‘Hey, B! I was thinking, with how badly this investigation is going maybe we could ask for a bit of help? Now that Tim’s buddies are here anyway?’
Bruce sighed. He usually didn’t want other supers operating in his city, but Jason was right. Perhaps Superboy could find something he missed with his X-ray vision, or hear something he couldn’t. After Bruce showed Kon the location Dick last saw the Joker on a map, Kon took off. Tim was looking at Jason, suspicious at his nervous behavior. Taking Jason apart, he asked Jason why he was acting weird, which Jason denied.
‘Weird? Me? No no. I’m just… nervous. I don’t like having that clown on the loose, especially now that I have a son! I don’t think that is weird at all! It would be weirder if I wasn’t nervous!’
Before Tim can interrogate him further, Kon comes back. He too looks very nervous. Bruce approaches him, telling him to report.
‘Yeah, so… uhm… He’s… underground?’
Bruce was getting frustrated. He asked Kon to elaborate. Is he in a tunnel? An underground hide-out? He needed details!
‘Well… no. He’s… stuck. Like, in the ground. It’s almost like he phase-shifted like Martian Manhunter, but got stuck halfway. I’ve never seen anything like it.’
The group was shocked. How could that happen? Bruce feared the answer on his next question:
‘Is he…’
‘Oh, he’s very dead. I don’t know if it was because he was unable to breathe, or because literally every inch of his body is filled with soil. He must’ve died almost instantaneous.’
As Bruce was processing the information, the group heard a loud bonk. Jason had fainted for the second time in 3 days.
The next day, the whole family had gone to the mall. Alfred had ordered it as a distraction from the revelation of the day before.
‘Jason, you can’t say this is my fault!’
‘I. Blame. You.’
Jason and Dick were arguing quietly. They couldn’t let the others hear them, especially now that they were in public. After Tim’s friends had left, Bruce contacted Martian Manhunter to remove the body. He had been on Mars and couldn’t be there for at least a month, but it wasn’t like the body was going anywhere. So to take his mind of things, Alfred had ordered Bruce to take his kids out shopping. Now that Jason was awake Bruce could take him and Danny on a shopping spree, and Danny was delighted at the amount of toys they had already collected. This had done nothing to ease Jason’s nerves, though, and he was taking it out on Dick.
‘Look, how was I supposed to know Danny could phase-shift? It wasn’t in the notebook!’
‘Yeah, the book you didn’t read! And you wouldn’t have had to know if you had watched Danny like you were supposed to!’
Dick shushed Jason before he got too loud. The family still didn’t know that Danny was at the scene of Joker’s death, nor that Danny was a meta. Jason made it very clear he didn’t want Bruce to know about Danny’s affinity with the Lazarus Pit.
‘And for god’s sake, why did you tell him that I ‘put bad people in the ground’? Why on earth would you say that to a kid? What were you thinking?’
‘Look, Jason, I was so tired! I couldn’t think straight!’
‘Yeah, obviously you didn’t! I mean, what-’
Tim decided to cut the brothers off. They were getting loud, and if they stayed back much longer Cass might pick up on their argument. They were lucky she was distracted with Danny for as long as she had been.
‘Keep it down, you guys are going to alert the whole shopping mall! What’s done is done. What matters now is how we’re going to hide this from Bruce?’
‘Hide what?’
Suddenly Bruce appeared behind them. He was wearing a disguise, as he didn’t want the media hounding them. So far it had worked, and he had gotten Danny half a toy store worth of stuff. Looking behind Bruce, Jason could see Duke carrying a bag full of stuffed animals and Steph was holding so many Justice League toys they nearly fell out her hands. Cass was holding a box with an action figure of every member of the Bat family and the Justice League and a very expensive Make-your-own-hero set. It had been Cass’s suggestion, since the Red Hood didn’t have an action figure, with him being a drug-lord and all. This way they could make Danny a figure of his dad to play with.
‘Hide the… bottle of champagne Jason bought to celebrate. You know he hated the Joker, but we thought it was inappropriate to party in front of you. Sorry about that.’
Tim was one of the few that could lie successfully to Bruce. Jason was very happy that he didn’t rat them out. Hopefully they could keep this hidden a bit longer.
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desiredcaramellatte · 4 months
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Do you think you could do some crk self aware au stuff?? The tag is painfully dead.. if not feel free to delete lmfao
That aside, during Cookie Odyssey, I was **convinced** that soulstones we're going to come into play somehow, it was like my major theory during ch.2, and nobody could convince me otherwise but it never happened. Giving the soulstones an in lore explanation would've been fricking awesome imo..
Can we get some HCs of the player (or their in game kingdom) basically having a monopoly on soulstones while the cookies are left scratching their heads as to not only how they work, but also how the reader got what is technically a part of their souls.
Write for anyone really, idm that much. I generally like the Creme Republic though-- whether reader is still behind the screen or knows the cookies are self aware is up to you really.
That would be very cool if they actually had a lore explanation :0 I thought the soul jams were soul stones first time I heard about them tbh, they just linked together in my mind, also reader is so real for trading monies for souls
I have never written self aware before so apologies if it sucks-
Anyways enough of my ranting, hcs yes
Self aware cookies & reader
(Who has a soul stone monopoly)
Gingerbrave & friends
Gingerbrave is one of the least confused cookies regarding this, to be honest. Mainly because he doesn't really care enough/doesn't notice to really question it. You gather these little trinkets that make him stronger! Cudos to you from this boy.
Wizard, on the other hand, is confused as hell of this process. Where do these stones come from? Are they truly linked to the Cookie's souls? Does that mean that they are not fully themself and/or complete until they are fully leveled, even if they only materialize with twenty of them?
Wizard just wants to know. He has asked you multiple times over, getting confused by your answers and delving in deeper whenever he can. Exactly WHERE do they come from? He's obsessed with finding out by this point.
Strawberry really doesn't mind. She's a little confused where they come from, but, like Gingerbrave, she doesn't question it too much. She does like to occasionally made theories, but she doesn't really like to share them.
If you're good friends with her she may share some of her theories with you, but none of the wild ones, and only if you ask.
Clotted Cream
WHOLE ASS ENGROSSED. He wants to know everything about the soulstones. Where do they come from? How would one even 'farm' these and how does farming a soul even work?
More specifically, he is trying to find a connection between soulstones and souljam. They do almost the same thing and have very similar names- they're both linked to the soul, and make cookies stronger.
He has spent many restless nights awake thinking about this.
Much like Wizard in that he's harassing you for answers, but he does asks questions more subtly.
Clotted Cream has flipped a few tables (with occasional assistance from Financier) before, mainly when he gets annoyed enough at not having a verifiable answer to this.
Financier
It is what it is. She accepts this. She's got dragged into the theorizing by Clotted Cream.
Chilling, mainly. She doesn't really mind not care. Likely to thank you for doing your best to collect them and to make everyone, including her, stronger.
Black Raisin
Intrigued by the sparkliness of most of these soulstones. Much like a crow, she is attracted to shiny objects. Her crow friends are too.
Black Raisin has a small hoard of soulstones that she's occasionally found, of all different sorts of cookies. The sparkler the soulstone, the likelier she and/or her crows are to snatch and hoard. If the soulstone is just a pretty rock then she'll also hoard those too.
If you really need a soulstone she will likely give one to you. How often and/or how many depends on her connection to you.
She's farming them with you by this point.
Oyster
Yoinks you.
She wants to have conversations about this. She wants to know what they are and where they come from. She will offer you tea and scones while the two of you converse.
When she first found out that her stones are Super Epic, she was very proud of herself.
Probably sends you back with some every time you come visit her.
Captain Caviar
Doesn't believe they exist. They're just rocks. Nothing more.
He will stand by his claim to the death. This WILL be the hill he died on. Captain Caviar does not believe soulstones exist.
Probably has made some propaganda about soulstones being fake. Socks, hats, jackets, you name it, he's likely made it with the words "Soulstones do not exist, numbskull" in big letter on it. Except shirts.
Pure Vanilla
Very much like Oyster. Will likely join in on your conversation time and/or will invite the two of you over for his homemade tea and treats!
Most likely to understand how Soulstones work due to him wielding Souljam, which is the most similar thing to them. Also the fact he has lived for a long time and has gathered many knowledge on the subject.
Probably has a book on the subject somewhere.
He likes to sit and watch the Ferris Wheel Landmark rotate. He likes the motion.
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I love the christmas event youre doing! I wanted to request floyd leech and gonna give him a shark plush (Listen i love sharks) Hobbies: I love writing, chatting with friends, swimming, and watching shows about the ocean (Like blue planet)
Personality: Kind, giving, excitable
Setting: The octavinelle dorm
Awwwww thanks! I'll do my best on this fic ✨️ Also, I'm debating changing your moot tag to sharkie🦈, would you be cool with that?
Christmas Secret Santa Event
gn!reader x Floyd Leech
: ̗̀➛ Scenario: Most of Octavinelle decided to stay in the dorm at NRC this Christmas and helped out to make a feast for dinner.
ೃ⁀➷ Just 💜
ೃ⁀➷ Reader isn't Yuu
ೃ⁀➷ Semi-proofread, please ignore any mistakes!
TW: None
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You and Floyd did Secret Santa a bit differently (aka Floyd rigged the results somehow, you have no idea how). You both knew that you'd gotten each other obviously, so now comes the shopping process.
It took you longer than you'd thought to pick out something for him since you weren't sure what he would like. Obviously your first thought was shoes since you knew he liked them and also played basketball, which is the gift you almost got him until a squishy shark plushie caught your eye, and you immediately bought it.
While everyone else was in the lounge exchanging gifts and preparing Christmas dinner, Floyd pulled you into an empty corridor. "Sharky~ what did you get me, what did you get me?" He asked excitedly.
You laughed, holding out a neatly wrapped square present with a nice bow on the top. "I almost got you something else, but I thought you'd like this more." You said as he waited impatiently, almost like a child.
You handed him the present, which he grabbed vry eagerly. He tore open the paper and removed your gift. Cue a few moments pause and he figured out what it was. He got so excited that he squeezed you much harder than he meant to. It took a minute to regain your breath. "Awwwww, I love it, Sharky~!!" He said, the relased you and handed you a slightly messily wrapped present. You only had a second before he was pleading with you to open it.
"Go on, go on, open it!" He said loudly with a wide grin on his face. You took the present carefully, not sure ehat to expect, though you eventually opened the present and were delighted by what you saw. The present contained what resembled a snowglobe, but the structure inside was of the Atlantica Memorial Museum and instead of snow inside, there were tiny glowing beads.
"Awwwwww, thank you, Floyd!" You said, hugging him tightly while trying to not drop the gift. He hugged you back with his signature drawling laugh. "C'mon, Sharky, let's go put these in my room so we can go get some food!" Floyd said, putting the shark plushie under one arm and grabbing your hand with his other. You really had no choice but to follow him.
When you entered his room, he was evidently still very happy because he jumped onto his bed and squeezed the poor plushie to the point where it was so flat that it took a few seconds for it to regain its form. You deposited your snowglobe(?) onto his desk and sat down with him for a moment on the bed.
"Floyd, weren't we going to get food?" You asked amusedly. He frowned, still holding onto the shark plushie. "I don't want to now. I want to snuggle you and Sharky 2.0." He said, then lunged forward to pull you into a hug.
You accepted the hug with a knowing smile as he'd done similar things in the past. "It's time for my Christmas snuggles now." Floyd said, pretty much wrapping his entire body around you. You laughed. "Alright, fine."
You stayed there for about ten minutes before there was knocking on the door. "Floyd? Y/N? Are you in there?" You heard Jade's voice from behind the door. Floyd jumped up and ran to the door with his new shark plushie in hand as you took a moment to sit up. You laughed as Floyd began rambling about Sharky 2.0 and how cute it was but not as cute as you and how squishable it was. At first, Jade was utterly bewildered, but he retained a semi-formal composure, though his smile was very genuine.
"I'm glad you like your gift from Y/N, Floyd, but aren't you hungry? Most of dinner is ready and I'd hate for you to miss out on the good food." Jade interrupted Floyd's rant. Floyd pouted, but after he grabbed your hand and all but yanked you out of the room, he was all smiles. You noticed that he still had the plushie in his other hand and you smiled.
All throughout the feast and the rest of the Secret Santa exchanges, Floyd stuck to your side like glue and would tell anyone who would listen about Sharky 2.0. He also declared to you the your gift was the best of the exchange (you had luckily pulled him into the empty kitchen before he'd said this to get more food). In the end, it was a very good exchange and you made this eel boy's day. Yeah, just so you know, he's going to take Sharky 2.0 with him everywhere and basically the whole school is going to know about it by the time Christmas break is over.
Floyd requested that you put the snowglobe on your desk so you'd always see it when you walk into your room, which you obliged and now that is its permanent spot. At night, the glowing beads gave off the illusion of fish swimming in water when light hit the globe. He gets visibly much happier when he comes in your room and sees it.
I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS, I HAVE NO EXCUSE FOR WHY I FINISHED THIS SO FAST!! Also thank you for the ask! 💙 I hoped you enjoyedddd and obviously everyone else who read this too. First request of the event is done, I'm so fucking good lol/j but seriously I love that your suggestion was a shark plushie because it is so cute to imagine. Can someone with better artistic skills than me draw this and tag me in it? Like 🙏 P.L.E.A.S.E. 🥹
Taglist: @mermaidfanficlibrary (obviously) @officialdaydreamer00 @lyle-my-beloved @b-floyd-o-leech-b @cookiesandbiscuits
Tagging artists I follow because I beg of thee, please for my sanity, draw them 😭🙌 @deezneezz @qwakque (if you don't want me to tag you in stuff like this, let me know please!!!)
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sga-owns-my-soul · 4 months
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hey I really like your fics and it's my birthday today! do you think you could write a little snippet where Rodney takes John to the symposium in brain storm instead and they're tag team bitchy 🥺🥺🥺 pretty pretty please 🥺🥺🥺
happy birthday!!!!! i hope you had an absolutely wonderful day and i apologize that this took so long! i hope you enjoy 🥰💜
"Rodney McKay?"
John immediately felt giddy when he recognized the voice as The Bill Nye. John turned in excitement to see him and Neil DeGrasse Tyson approaching, but his excitement dropped as soon as he saw the look on Rodney's face.
"We had it on good authority that you were... dead," Nye continued, and John suddenly understood why Rodney looked so bothered.
"Nope, he's actually very good at keeping himself and others alive. Been doing it for a few years now, even. Hi, Lt. Colonel John Sheppard," John said, and if he maybe looked a little bit scarier than he usually did when he introduced himself, well, he could hardly be blamed for that.
"Lt. Colonel? How do you know Rodney?" Tyson asked, looking surprised, and maybe a bit nervous, and that certainly made John feel a little smug.
"We work together," Rodney said quickly, glancing at John.
"You work with the U.S. military?" Nye questioned.
"Yeah it's uhh, it's-"
"Confidential. Pretty cool though," John answered in his casual drawl, smirking at Nye and Tyson. They exchanged a look.
"Right... Uhh, well... It was good to see you, McKay. And uhh, nice to meet you?" Tyson said, backing up a few steps before turning and pulling Nye back to whoever they were previously talking to.
"Thanks. That was... actually kind of bearable," Rodney said with a sigh of relief. John smiled at him.
"Come on, let's go get our seats early," John said, throwing an arm protectively around Rodney's shoulder as they made their way into the auditorium.
--
"That's- that's my bridge!" Rodney whispered harshly, and John clenched his teeth.
"I thought it looked familiar. It's the one you and Jeannie built, isn't it? John asked quietly. Rodney nodded as that Tunney guy continued spouting off how he was going to save the planet- and John almost scoffed, because Rodney had saved the planet- multiple times- and even he didn't feel the need to brag to everyone about it.
At least not this arrogantly.
"Okay, I've heard enough," John said, sliding out of his seat. Rodney followed on instinct.
"Where are we going?" Rodney whispered as they made their way through the seats. John turned back to answer when he was interrupted.
"Doctor McKay, leaving so soon?" Tunney called, and suddenly every face in the auditorium turned to John and Rodney. John's hand instinctively twitched for the gun he didn't have.
"Yeah, sorry, that's my fault. I forgot about some... important business we need to urgently take care of," John called back, his casual drawl masking the anger vibrating through him.
"Well, I'm sure it can wait until the presentation is over," Tunney shot back, a smug grin on his face. "I'm sure McKay would be fascinated by my discovery."
John clenched his fists as he glanced at Rodney, who was looking equal parts furious and embarrassed. He opened his mouth, and John shot him a look.
"Well, considering this work is shockingly similar to work he did with me and the U.S. military two years ago, I don't think it'll be that exciting to him. Thanks for the hospitality, but we need to go," John said, his tone leaving no room for argument. "Come on Rodney, we're leaving."
"You... you stood up for me," Rodney said when they got back into the lobby, and John was so busy looking for a phone it took him a second to process what Rodney said.
"Of course I stood up for you, that asshole was stealing your work. And he clearly isn't going to be able to prevent the issues we had last time with Rod, and I really don't need another alternate version of us showing up here of all places. We need to get to a phone so we can call the SGC, get this guy shut down." John was moving through the lobby again, looking for a landline, when he noticed Rodney was still just standing there. "What?"
"You didn't even hesitate. You just... thank you," Rodney said, and John was so taken back by the genuine sincerity he almost forgot about the matter at hand.
"Tell you what, if you help me find a phone so I can call Landry, you can make the announcement to everyone that Tunney is getting arrested for stealing top secret work that you came up with, okay? But we really need to call Landry before that machine gets started up."
Rodney beamed.
"I think I love you," Rodney said, like it was the most casual thing in the world, before pointing and leading John down the hallway to what must have been office space. Johns heart fluttered in response.
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shygirl4991 · 3 months
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Meme Swap
Summary: SMG4 and 3 decide to practice their meme powers and attempt doing their fusion spell but when Eggdog and Beeg SMG4 distract the men their spell ends up failing causing everyone to swap bodies. Now SMG4 and 3 need to figure out how to swap themselves back before their sons get into mischief in their bodies. 
Idea from @rabbitdemonlol and the one that gave me the push to write it @alianarepasa Tags: Comedy, Body Swap, Family fluff SMG4 called out Three to get more practice on their fusion spell, last time they used it they got lucky that what they summoned worked. They might not be so lucky a second time, SMG3 steps out of his cafe with Eggdog following right behind him. Four gives a gentle pat on Eggdog’s head “Your friend Beeg is over there playing go join him why your dad and i work?”
With a bark he runs off to go play, SMG3 does a few stretches to help the flow of meme energy in his body, something SMG 1 and Two loved to nag the two of them to always do. SMG4 followed SMG3 lead, once done stretching they got in position, Eggdog was hopping around Beeg excited to see his friend again. Beeg patted his happy friend to then notice what their fathers were doing, curious he started to go over to them. Not wanting to be alone, Eggdog starts running after Beeg, the two men move forward touching fingertips feeling the meme energy flow.
“Eugh!” was all Four heard before losing his focus on the spell “Wait no stay away you two!” SMG4 moves causing the energy to break free. SMG3 runs to tackle Four down and cover the two kids as the energy explodes. SMG3 groans and blinks a few times looking around, he attempts to rub his eyes only to notice the lack of arms. He panics looking around to see his body, for a moment he thought he died until his body started to move. He stares in shock as he watches his body stumble a bit, his body looks down and gasps “I'm so tall!”
“Eggdog?!” he couldn't help yelling, that excitable energy could only belong to one meme he knows very well. If that's the case then that only means Beeg must be in Fours body, Three could feel himself panic. The spell failed causing them to swap bodies, is this permanent?
Eggdog slowly walks up to his father and smiles “Dad!” he lifts up SMG3 and giggles giving his father a hug “I can hug you now like you do to me!” SMG3 couldn't help chuckle at his son's excitement.
They hear a groan and see SMG4 body stand up, Eggdog smiles putting his father down “Beeg! Look, we are grown ups!” he blinks before looking at himself then at Eggdog. As the gears turn for Beeg, SMG4 finally wakes up. SMG4 looks around in shock “Oh god not again!” Three turns to Four confused “What do you mean again?!” Four looks away frowning at the memory. After an impatient bark from Three, SMG4 decides to let his fellow guardian know “Well..a few years back Mario angered an old man and he may have cursed me and Mario to swap bodies.” Three stayed silent staring at Four as he processed the information. The thought of switching bodies with their avatar sounded like a nightmare.
Shaking his head to focus on the matter at hand “We need to swap back, only issue i can't feel meme energy which means,” he turns to look at their sons. Four sighs understand what Three was talking about, Eggdog noticing them looking does a small wave. SMG3 walks up to the kids and smiles softly at them “Could you guys copy what we did?” Eggdog nods all for helping his father. Beeg gets up and smirks, he gently grabs Eggsdogs arm and pulls him away from their parents “Egg think about it, if we help our dads now then we won't be able to do cool things! Picture all the ice cream we can eat!”
Eggdogs eyes light up at the thought of being able to eat ice cream, he frowns looking at his dad then at Beeg. To the shock of Three he watches as Eggdog agrees and runs off with Beeg, this was bad news as Three and Four exchange looks.
The two giggle and run to the kitchen of the castle where they take out ice cream cones, they do a small cheer and go outside to eat the ice cream. Since they were in their parents' body they could do all kinds of things, he licks his ice cream thinking of everything he and Eggdog can do. Maybe he should do a video. It didn't look too hard after watching his father do it for a while, he notices Eggdog bouncing on his feet making Beeg turn to see Meggy approach them.
Meggy smiles and waves at Beeg “Hey SMG4 how ya doing?” Beeg smirks, finally his time to play the role. Doing his best to impersonate his father “Oh you know, doing adult stuff, uploading wacky videos, trying to plan my marriage with SMG3..ya know the usual things i do!” Meggy blinks at him confused “What?” Beeg tilts his head “What?”
Confused by the conversation, Meggy walks away while Eggdog leans close to Beeg “Wait, your dad wants to marry my dad?!” Beeg shrugs, “Well they technically know each other for a decade, I'm sure they should be in the works to be married.”
Eggdog jumps with joy “That would be so cool we will end up being brothers!” Beeg smiled seeing Eggdog so excited. He wouldn't mind being brothers with the pup over time they have grown close,he would do anything to protect him after all he is the cooler and stronger brother. They smile at each other as they finish their ice cream ready to go on a new adventure acting as their fathers.
Four panicked, who knows what is going on with their kids and their bodies. He looks at the sky and sees the sun setting and frowns worried over Beeg and Eggdog. Three was frustrated by how Beeg was able to tempt his son to run off and do who knows what, when they fix this body issue he is going to make sure they both get a good grounding. He hears giggling and turns to see Tari and Meggy outside of the castle.
SMG3 gets an idea “Hey SMG4, maybe if we make enough noise we can get the squid’s attention!” Four agrees as they both walk up to the group making all the sounds they could get. Tari looks at the pair concerned “Uh..is Four and Three’s pets okay? They seem to be more noisy than usual.”
Meggy smiles at the pair “Maybe they're hungry, come on Tari lets get them food!”
SMG4 panics seeing them walk away “Meggy don't leave us here MEGGY HELP US!!!” he falls to the floor and frowns. No one could understand them, making this situation much worse. Three sighs looking around and seeing their bodies walking to Luigi's shop, Three head butts Four to get his attention ”Look there they are come on!” annoyed from the hit he follows after three glaring at him.
Eggdog bounces around the flower shop excited as he sniffs all the flowers, he was tempted to eat the roses before remembering what his father told him. In this world you have to pay for things before eating them. Unlike back home, he pats his pockets trying to find his fathers magic money card. Smiling, he pulls out his credit card catching Beeg's attention. He gets close to Eggdog as they both notice a photo in the wallet, Eggdog frowns looking at it. Seeing the pup upset he looked around to see if anyone was looking before pulling him close “You okay Egg?”
Eggdog nods, smiling at Beeg “Thanks I'm okay,this is just a photo of my brother. Never got to meet him but I have heard funny stories about him, his name is Terrence.”
He grabs a bouquet of tulips and smiles “These flowers brought him to mind so I'm going to use dads card!” hearing this Beeg comes up with an idea. He smirks, with that card they can have fun. Eggdog throws the card at Luigi surprising the plumber as he struggles to catch the card, the moment he grabs it he smiles at Eggdog “Didn't take you as a flower guy SMG3!”
Eggdog panics trying to think how his father would act “Uh I don't pifft that be gay! It’s for….SMG4? Yeah! Cause we are getting married, look can we wrap this up?”
“Oh yes! Congrats!” Luigi was surprised by the announcement of the wedding, as he charges the card he thinks to himself when the pair even got together. As he hands the bouquet to Eggdog and watches him run to Beeg side super close it clicks for him, how could he be blind that's why they always fought but still worked well together. He then stood there wondering how long the two had been together.
Beeg takes off his fathers hat and starts to shake it, Eggdog watches confused until a table, laptop and a camera flies out of it. He stands watching in awe as Beeg starts setting things up “Since we have our fathers bodies, why not make a youtube video.” He chuckles while picking up the camera, Eggdog tilts his head thinking “Should i do my dance?”
Beeg shakes his head “uh no that's okay egg, i was thinking we have your dads credit card why not have fun shopping?” He turns on the camera and puts on his best act “Hey everyone! SMG3 and I are going on a shopping trip to do a candy eating challenge!”
Eggdogs eyes light up grabbing onto Beeg arm, the others around them stare at the pair confused and surprised by the display. The kids, not noticing the looks and photos being taken giggled as they ran off to buy all the candy they could. Beeg handed the camera to Eggdog as he collected the candy, hearing chuckles he turned his head to see two men laughing at Beeg excitedly grabbing candy. He glares and walks up to them “What's funny?” the men look at each other and roll their eyes “At you and your lame boyfriend, aren't you boys too old to run around like kids just for candy?” Eggdog looks behind himself to see Beeg is still distracted, seeing that he is Eggdog grabs the man's collar “Aren't you too old to be insulting others, grr if you want to pick a fight i will gladly give you one!”
Beeg hears someone yelling behind him, turning he sees two men running out of the shop. One of them pushes Beeg causing him to trip and hit the button on his father's shoes that activates skate mode. His eyes go wide struggling to keep his balance as he starts to slide out of the store “HOW DOES HE TURN IT OFF!”
Beeg was starting to panic. He closed his eyes ready to crash into the weapon shop, but the crash didn't happen. He was familiar with this feeling, he was being carried, he opened his eyes to see Eggdog smiling at him with the camera taped to his hat. “Sorry I cut that close Beeg, you okay?”
Beeg pouts as he looks around, the two men that pushed him were knocked out. He groans knowing what it meant, he tilts his hat down to hide his face “Yeah Egg…im good, can we not tell anyone you saved me?”
Eggdog laughs putting Beeg down “Sure, don't know why you would be embarrassed after all when our dads marry i will be your big brother and protecting you is my job! Not that you can't take care of yourself!”
Beeg looks at the hat and points to it, Eggdog touches his hat and giggles “Oh! Well it would be bad to break our dads camera so I taped it to the hat! It's still recording.” He hands the camera over to a now smirking Beeg. This video could be something fun. Instead of a candy challenge they could turn it into something else, he grabs Eggdogs hand and starts running back to the house.
SMG4 and 3 see their kids and start running faster after them, seeing eggdog protect beeg made him smile “Aw they are such good friends!
Three on the other hand was annoyed at the close contact the two were doing, people looking outside will start thinking the two are dating. Focus on the kids; they dont notice Karen walking out of a shop and bump into her. She looks down and sees them, she smiles picking them both up. Three struggles in the hold while Four panics “Are we being kidnapped?” Three giving up in his struggles looks at Four “Yep.” They both panic about being taken away.
She takes them to the park near the showgrounds, they assume she did it so SMG3 and four can have an easier time finding their kids. Bad news for her is that she is currently putting SMG4 in a dress while Three laughs, Four glares at three still trying to figure how they would make a break for it. Four grumpily walks up to Three ignoring how awkward the dress fits him “Stop laughing we need a plan! How do we catch up with our kids!” SMG3 rubs his chin thinking, they don't have their meme powers so they need to learn how to channel what eggdog and Beeg can do. Suddenly he feels a familiar weight on his head, frowning at Four now laughing at him Karen placed a barbie hat on his head. He rolled his eyes ignoring the idiot next to him, after all he knew he was slaying the hat.
His eyes go wide as he starts to bark, confusing Karen “SMG1!! SMG2!! PLEASE TELL ME YOU CAN HEAR US!”
The pair turn around and notice Three screaming, SMG1 walks closer staring at Three “It can't be…SMG3? How on earth did this happen?” Karen steps in front of SMG3 to protect him from the stranger that approached. Seeing this, Two grabs One's hand and uses their powers to make copies of Eggdog and Beeg running away, making her panic and chase after the kids to make sure they stay safe. SMG4 walks up to them close to crying “Thank god someone can understand us! We lost control of a spell and ended up swapping with our pets. We need help finding them and swapping back but no one could understand our meme talk.”
“Of course not that is a skill set we Guardians have, normal people would have to study years to understand just one meme.” SMG1 sighs “Seeing as you two got yourselves in this jam Two and I can undo this spell, we just need to get closer to your meme energy lucky for you it feels close by.” With that One picks up Three and four and starts to run toward the energy.
Beeg was in the kitchen cooking after the pair finished their hard work of editing and drawing for their big surprise, Eggdog watches concern over Beeg adding random items in the pot. Seeing the concern he rolls his eyes “Come on, I always wanted to try uncle Mario's legendary spaghetti! I'm sure it's not that hard to make, I mean you know how uncle Mario is.” Eggdog nods as he slowly takes out another pot and starts making actual spaghetti and not the strange purple slime his brother seemed to be making.
Once done cooking Eggdog waited for Beeg to turn away to pick up the new entity that he created and throw it out the window, then replacing the pot with the food he made. Beeg smiles while taking out his portion “See egg you worry too much, it looks great!” Eggdog gives him a bright smile and nods. Seeing Beeg enjoy the spaghetti made him extremely happy, then the front door busted open making the two jump
SMG3 slides on the floor pointing at the kids “GET THEM!” Beeg grabs Eggdog trying to run not wanting to lose the fun they have been having yet. Eggdog looks into his fathers eyes “You are going to love this!” then runs off with Beeg.
SMG1 and two start doing the spell as Three and Four run after the kids, they run behind the showgrounds when a flash of light hits them. Blinking SMG4 jumps with joy “My body is back oh i'm so happy!” he starts to kiss his arms. SMG3 wasn't as excited as he looked around confused. Once everything caught up he starts to freak out “WHY ARE WE AT A WEDDING!? AND WHY AM I THE BRIDE!!” SMG4 looks around then at himself to see he is in a suit “ You do jump into my arms a lot, not the point i think i know whose wedding this is.”
Three and Four exchange looks then remembered what Eggdog said, SMG4 takes out his phone going pale “They did an announcement video on my channel….that we are getting married.”
SMG3 looks through his phone shaking “They spent over two grand!? AT A SHROOMY’S CANDY SHOP!?”
Before the two can scold their kids the wedding guest arrives stopping them in their tracks, Three was handed a tulip bouquet and got so many congratulations his mind fried. SMG4 was pretty sure the white dress the man was wearing made his red face stand out so much more, cleaning his blue suit he gave awkward smiles to those that congratulated him. The music started making the situation much worse as the two looked at each other, Mario walked up with his usual goofy grin “Mario is-a so happy to finally wed you two!”
SMG3 wanted to dig the deepest hole and live in it so he wouldn't have to be here, SMG1 and Two stepped outside giggling with the kids next to them. They stood there looking at each other in panic unsure what to do as Mario pulled out the rings. Whatever the pair decide to do they are definitely going to get their pay back on their children.
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littlespacereader · 8 months
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A Trip To The Grocery Store
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Caregiver! Castiel & Little! Dean Winchester (Completely SFW)
Tags: Discovery of regression, stuffies, sippy cups, hand holding, hugs,
Nicknames: Darling, little hunter
(Created this because I’m in the process of trying to get my hands on a sippy cup without my family knowing😣. Please enjoy this adorable story!)
Dean, who’s usually the driver, was now the passenger of Castiel’s car. How the angel learned how to drive was beyond him.
It had been a few days without a hunt meaning the three were spending a lot of time in the bunker. Sam had insisted someone go to the grocery store since the bunker was become sparse with food.
But since Baby was getting some work done in the garage, Castiel suggest they take his car. Under normal circumstances Dean would insisted they wait till he fixed his car. But the food was getting low…and Castiel said he could put his music on…
So here the two sat, driving to the grocery store closest to the bunker. Since they were out in the middle of no where, the grocery store didn’t see many people and was more low key. That’s what made this store Dean’s personal favorite.
When Sam suggest a trip to the grocery store Dean was all for the idea. They had been in close quarters to each other for a while now and it was starting to show. Some fresh air and alone time was just what Dean needed to rest himself…expect Castiel invited himself to come along.
That under normal circumstances would’ve been fine, but this wasn’t normal circumstances. Since the three had been working long and hard hours on this hunt Dean’s had little to no time to regress. He would sit at one of the tables all day researching along with Sam.
Eventually he would either retire to his bed and be too exhausted to regress or simply fall asleep at the table on top of all his papers.
As the research dragged on into the late night hours he could feel himself getting more frustrated and annoyed by tiny things, add on fighting his regression and you’ve got a recipe for disaster.
It wasn’t like he could tell Sam or Cas about it…they wouldn’t understand…or at least that’s what Dean reasoned himself to think. He was the tough one of the group. The badass hero with a cool car. How would even begin to explain to Cas or Sam that sometimes he’d like to cuddle up with a stuffed animal and fall asleep with a pacifier in his mouth?
For Dean it started long ago, back when Sam had moved out and went to college and he was alone with an occasional visit from his father. The loneliness started to eat away at him but regression saved him, finally giving him the childhood that was stolen from him.
He was good, very good at hiding his little gear. Not that he had much, just a stuffed animal dog and a pacifier he bought online. Other than that had nothing. But he was fine with that. He loved to sit in front of the tv and watch Scooby-Doo for hours. Man, that dog is hilarious!
But getting back to the present, he wasn’t too thrilled to have company on this shopping trip. Not when he was already so stressed out because of the case and not with his regression eagerly waiting to take over.
He would be fine, just a little shopping trip and then they would head back to the bunker. Maybe he could say he wasn’t feeling well and take the night to himself?
They parked the car and the two stepped out, looking at the grocery store.
“Do we have a list or are we making it up as we go along?” Dean ask.
Cas dig around in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper, “Sam gave me a list of essentials we needed.”
Dean rolled his eyes and smirked. Of course Sam gave Cas the list, knowing full well he would follow it to the T…unlike Dean.
“Alright, let’s get this over with.” With that the two walked into the grocery store. Both of them grabbed a basket and started making their way to the produce section.
Cas went over and started putting some fruit in his basket while Dean went over to the apples. As he was putting some in his basket he noticed the display next to it, caramel dipping sauce for the apples. Now that sounds nice! Cut apples with caramel to dip it in!
He reached and grabbed the container, but was stopped before putting it in his basket. Castiel held Dean’s wrist stopping him from getting he sugary goodness.
“Cas? What the hell?” Dean tested his strength, trying to pull his arm back.
“This isn’t good for you. What’s the point of eating something healthy like an apple if you ruin it with something unhealthy like caramel?” Castiel explained.
“What are you some sort of health freak now?” Dean asked but only received the same plain stubborn look from Castiel.
“Alright,” he said giving up on the caramel dip. “You know I’m an adult that can buy something unhealthy if I so please.”
Castiel didn’t say a word, he just gave Dean a look and placed the dip back. Dean didn’t know what was worse, him saying something back to that or him not saying anything at all. But there absolutely no way Cas could ever know…right?
No, there was no way. Dean was wayyyyy too good at hiding his regression and his two little items. Yeah…no way…no way at all…
The shopping trip continued, only Dean was getting more and more bored with the mundaneness of the trip.
Castiel lead the way through the store picking and choosing things to put in both his and Dean’s basket. Occasionally Dean would add his two cents to the choices. But as the shopping trip dragged on longer, Dean felt his fight against regression slipping away.
“Dean,” Castiel said breaking Dean out of his thoughts. “Could you go to the next aisle over and grab the white bread? We must’ve passed it.” Castiel asked as he looked over the list.
“Yeah of course.” Good, some time away to recollect himself and get his regression under control. So with a deep breath Dean made his way through the aisle.
He turned down the bread, grabbed the white bread Sam and him have been eating for years and walked back out, heading back to Cas. But there was a couple looking for something in the aisle, but being the annoying people they were, they decided to stand in the middle of the aisle blocking anyone from passing.
Of course Dean could’ve just asked them to move out of the way. But with his headspace teetering he didn’t feel like interacting with anyone. So he just turned around and turned down a different aisle.
But the aisle he turned down didn’t help his regression at all.
The baby aisle. Filled to the brim with toys, stuffie, bottles and more for infants. And while Dean wasn’t a baby physically, he definitely was one mentally. The sight of all the supplies instantly started to make him regress. He walked down the aisle slowly taking in the sight of everything.
He walked past the stuffies, admiring all the different animals. But he couldn’t bring himself to getting another one and hurting his dog stuffie Ozzy’s feelings.
He slowly walked past the toys, making sure he saw every single one incase there was a Scooby-Doo one. With no mystery machine toy in sight he continued his browsing. He walked past the pacifiers, they were too tiny for him anyway.
But what stopped him all together was the sippy cups. He eyed the different cups all different shapes, sizes and patterns. One stuck out to him the most, a blue sippy cup with a dinosaur pattern.
He could definitely drink out of one of these and it would be so comforting! He’s been spilling drinks on himself while regressed which was starting to become a problem but something like this would stop it. Plus it’s would be easy to hide with his other stuff.
“I think the fire engine one is nice.” Castiel said suddenly appearing next to Dean.
Dean jumped so badly he dropped his basket on the ground. A blush rose across his face as he scrambled to pick up the basket. He started fighting myself to sound and act like his normal adult self.
“I was just cutting through this aisle to get back to you,” he tried to cover up.
“Which one were you looking at?” Castiel asked not taking his eyes off the different sippy cups.
“I-I wasn’t looking at any one of them. I was just browsing on my way past.“
“Which one did you want?” Castiel turned towards Dean whose face was getting more and more pink with blush.
“I don’t want one. Why would I want one? I don’t have a kid that needs it.”
“Dean, you’re the kid that needs.” Castiel said so plainly as if it wasn’t a big deal. But his words struck a cord deep down inside Dean.
The world seem to freeze with that statement, so plain yet so true. The words seemed to hang in the air for a moment as the Angel and Hunter stared at each other.
The regression won against Dean as his eyes started to get red with tears, “No…No I’m not.” He tried to deny, so scared of anyone truly knowing.
Castiel put his basket down and closed the distance between himself and Dean. He pulled Dean into a hug. Dean didn’t reciprocate at first, too shocked by the gesture. But eventually he gave in, wrapping his arms around Cas. His head resides on his shoulder as the two just held each other for a moment.
Finally Dean broke the silence, “How do you know?” He asked softly breaking apart.
“When I brought your soul back from hell I looked into your past. I saw your childhood and your need for regression. I saw the few times you felt safe enough to actually regress. I even saw when you got your stuffed animal Ozzy.” Castiel explain causin Dean to blush even more and look away.
“But most importantly I saw how important regression was to you and how much it helped you through the years. Ever since then I’ve done my research on regression and have been watching out for whenever I could sense you were starting to regress.” Castiel said proud as ever.
“My guardian angel,” Dean said with a small smile.
Castiel smiled as well, “Well…yeah. Your guardian angel.”
He took one of Dean’s hands into his own, “I want you to know that your regression is such an amazing thing about you Dean. You should be getting yourself the things you want and need for when you’re feeling smaller.”
Dean looked up at Castiel, “But-“
“I won’t judge you Dean. I never have and I never will. It doesn’t make you weak or strange to need an escape. You shouldn’t be ashamed of it. I’m happy you have a healthy copping mechanism like this, rather than drinking yourself to death like you used to. I’m proud of you for regressing when you need.”
Dean just stared at Castiel in total disbelief. No one has ever known but now he knew and he was…so understanding. And despite knowing all this time he never once treated Dean differently, always still respecting him.
Dean had always been the one taking care of and protect those around him, especially Sam. But now it brought a warm comfort to Dean knowing all this time Castiel had been looking out for him.
Castiel leaned forward and wiped a few stray tears away, “Now, I want you to tell me which one of these cup you were looking at before.” He squeezed Dean’s hand in his.
Dean turned towards the cups once more. This big reveal and acceptance was great and all, but at the same time it was a bit overwhelming. With his headspace in full swing now he just pointed to the dinosaur cup.
“The dinosaur one?” Castiel asked as he pulled it off the shelf.
Dean nodded, holding onto his hand tighter. “I like dinos.”
“Then we’ll add it to our cart…or basket.” Castiel said realizing they didn’t have a cart. Dean giggled at his silliness.
Castiel looked down the aisle at the stuffed animals, “What about another one of those?” He lead the way, pulling Dean along.
“But-I can’t. Ozzy will get jealous.” He tried to explain.
Castiel smiled hearing the cute reasoning, “Ozzy won’t get jealous. He knows that he’s always going to be your favorite. It might be nice to get him a friend to keep him company when you’re not with him.”
Suddenly it was as if Cas turned on a light bulb, it all made sense. “Yeah…you’re right.” Dean nodded.
“Now who do you think would make a good friend to Ozzy?”
Dean turned and carefully browsed the shelves until he spotted it, a stuffie of a beagle. He picked up off the shelf. Her fur was super flat and the ear were long and flat. Upon feeling the ears they had something inside of them that made a crinkly noice. She was perfect!
“I think I’m gonna get her.” Dean said holding her out for Castiel to see.
“Wow! She’s beautiful. What a great choice darling.” Castiel praised, making Dean blush.
“All she needs is a name,” Cas pointed out.
Well if Ozzy was named after Ozzy Osborn then there was really only one name that made sense.
“Sharon.” Of course named after Ozzy Osborn’s wife.
Castiel smiled, the reference flying over his head. “Sharon’s a great name Dean.” He leaned down and shook the dog’s paw. “It’s so nice to meet you Sharon.”
Dean giggled again. Castiel really is the silliest.
“Alright, we have just a couple more things to grab and then we’ll head back to the bunker and get you settled for the night. Sound good?” Castiel asked.
Dean nodded his head and resisted the urge to put his fingers on his mouth. Thankfully holding Cas’ hand with one hand and holding onto the basket with the other prevented him from doing so. Castiel thought of that…didn’t he?
But what Castiel didn’t think of, was how bad of an idea it is to take a regressed Dean down the potato chip aisle, which also happens to be the candy aisle. Dean quickly let go of Castiel’s hand and ran down the aisle to the fruit snack. There he grabbed a box of his favorite, the Scooby-Doo ones of course.
“Can we get a box?” Dean asked bringing it over to Cas.
“These don’t look very healthy…”
Dean gave his best puppy dog eyes, “Please.”
Despite all the powers he had being an angel, even he was no match for an adorable face like that.
Castiel smiled, “Alright, put it in your basket.”
“Yes!!”
Castiel picked up some snacks Sam asked for off the list while Dean would bring him different candies and ask if he could have each one. It was a no most of the time, despite Dean’s best efforts.
After the snack aisle the two went down the paper goods aisle to grab some extra toilet paper and paper towels. As Cas was looking over the different selections, he could tell Dean was starting to get bored of the shopping trip.
“Are we done yet?” He asked with a little whine.
“Almost darling just two more things.” Castiel replied.
Dean’s head lifted up hearing the sweet nickname again. A small blush crept across his face once more.
“Hi, can I help you two with anything?” A store employee walking by asked the two.
Immediately, despite being taller than Cas, Dean almost tried to hide himself behind the shorter man, shy as ever. It was an adorable sight to Cas who never thought he’d see the day Dean of all people would be shy.
“We’re fine thank you.” Cas quickly replied.
“Let me know if you need anything.” And with that the employee left.
Dean let out a breath he didn’t realize he was holding the moment the employee left. He looked over at Cas to see a smirk across his face causing the Winchester to blush more and look away.
“I think that’s it,” Castiel said looking over the list to double check. “Let’s go back home.” He could notice the small signs of Dean starting to get more and more tired. A nap in the car was definitely needed for the little hunter.
The two made their way to the checkout. The cashier immediately caught eyes with Dean. She started to trying to flirt with him but just like before he stayed close to Castiel letting him do the talking.
Finally they were out of the grocery store and back at the car. Before he started to unload the cart, Castiel first settled Dean in the front seat.
He buckled him in and handed him his dog stuffed animal, “Here Darling, we can’t forget Sharon now can we?”
He happily took it and smiled back at Castiel. “Cas,” Dean grabbed his hand before he walked away. He looked up at him and smiled, looking more relaxed than he has been in a very long time. “Thank you.”
Castiel smiled back, squeezing Dean’s hand in his, “You don’t need to thank me. I’m just happy to see you so happy and comfortable.”
Dean looked down, as if he wasn’t sure if he should ask something. But after a moment he looked back up at Castiel. “You’ve always been looking after me.”
“That’s right.”
“Could you keep looking after me? Even after today, when I regress again?” Dean nervously asked.
Castiel smiled and squeezed Dean’s hand reassuringly him, “I would be honored to.”
Dean smiled back and relaxed. All the pent up nervousness leaving him once more.
With one last squeeze Castiel reluctantly let go of Dean’s hand. “I’m going to pack up the car real fast and then maybe on the way home you can take a nap.” Cas said, caught Dean yawning and rubbing his eyes when they were checking out.
“I don’t need a nap,” he heard Dean call from behind him.
Castiel loaded the trunk up with their groceries. When he rounded the car to the front seat he could see Dean’s head bobbing as he fought against sleeping.
But once the car started up and the began their journey back to the bunker he eventually felt Dean’s head pressed against his shoulder. Castiel just smiled to himself and adored the little hunter sleeping soundly beside him.
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owlight · 1 year
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Trafalgar law x Gn!reader [reptiles are cool]
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Summary: law is trying to get much needed sleep,but unfortunately to him ,(y/n) got other plans for the evening
Word count: 842 (: short but sweet
Tags: fluff,reader likes reptiles,Law is very sleepy but trying to be a supportive boyfriend , fun facts about reptiles,adhd coded reader ngl, not fully read proof
Also Thank u @nekomacheercaptain for listening to my lizards rant and for the the headers pics ily 💞🦭
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Law lay on his bed, exhausted after a long few days of having to travel in Wano ,fight big mom and Kaido then having to deal with more mess after,he can't believe he is finely back on the polar tang for some actual rest. He closes his eyes, humming himself to drift off to sleep, but his thoughts kept wandering back to the events of the big fight,the last meeting with Luffy and his crew...tch he will secretly misses them....Just as he was about to slip into unconsciousness, he felt the bed shift as his lover climbed in beside him,With The energy of a rabbit for some reason
"Hey Law, are you awake?" his lover asked, their voice full of excitement,unlike everyone else,(y/n) time at Wano county could been described as a whole adventure of their dreams,they really enjoyed the country and they were so fascinated with Kaido Dragon form,they almost didn't move away from the fight and law had to room Thier ass to safety ,ever since the crew came back to the polar tang,(y/n) occupied themself in the library...law should have Guessed there was a reason for that
Law sighed, knowing that sleep was now out of the question,since (y/n) was clearly as awake as Luffy high on Sugar"What is it?"law asks as he keeps his eyes closed, perhaps hoping his lover would see him trying to sleep and have mercy on him
"I was reading about reptiles today and I wanted to tell you all about it" they said, bouncing with enthusiasm , clearly not noticing law trying to sleep,law almost snort at Thier enthusiasm it's so...giddy to witness,he open one eye to look at them,seeing Thier face basically glowing ,Law raised an eyebrow, not particularly interested in the subject matter but he wanted to humor them for now "Do you have to do it now?"he asks,voice sound bit too sleepy to his taste
"Yes, I have to tell you now! Before I forget" they exclaimed, grabbing Law's hand and pulling him into a sitting position,law groans as he sits ,he looks at his partner with as much as focus as possible"Did you know that some snakes can sense infrared radiation?"they tell law with so much excitement it threw law off his sleepiness for a moment,he blinked, trying to process the sudden burst of energy "No, I didn't...I didn't know that" he mumbles
"It's true ! It's so... interesting! Do you think a snake devil fruit user can do that too-actually and And did you know that most lizards can change color to match their surroundings?,that's why sometimes you see them looking colorful then out the blue they are kinda dim as they move around ,it's so cool that's chameleon are not the only ones in that aspect " they continued, their words tumbling out at a rapid pace ,law sleepy mind trying to catch up with them as best as he can,they continue "And some Some species of lizard will go their entire lives without drinking water! That's why there's so many lizards in alabasta living so freely!"
But you know Law couldn't help but be amused by their excitements about the subject Despite his exhaustion, he found himself smiling at their enthusiasm as they spoke,so much spirit and excitement, it's adorable in his opinion.."That's fascinating" he said with humor in his voice.
"I know, right?" they said, settling back against the pillows,law himself watches them laying down on the bed "There's so much to learn about them, I'm going to start a journal to write all about them from now on,from each island we visit,I have already few pages written down... it's going to be awesome" they tells him with excitement lacing Thier voice
Law leaned back against the headboard, then he moves to lay in bed,head hitting the pillow, he was feeling his eyelids droop as he spook"I'll have to take your word for it, let's talk more about it tomorrow shall we?right now I need to sleep before I end up speaking non Sense" law mumbles with tiredness in his voice
(Y/n) pouted, but reluctantly settled down beside him and Started cuddling him, Law wrapped an arm around them, feeling their warmth and the gentle rise and fall of their chest as their breath slowed down, showing they are going to be good for him for now and let him sleep,law closes his eyes and drifts off to sleep holding them tightly to him as they smiles gently closing Thier eyes as well joining him to sleep, law last thought and feelings was him feeling grateful for the presence of his lover, even if their interests were vastly different most of the time,he can't help but love them for how they are.
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darthfrodophantom · 8 months
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Heeeey, Darth!! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💚
Hi Summers! What a great idea! I love this!
Here are the five favorite fics I've written, in no particular order (but maybe a bit of an order):
A Secret Uncovered Summary: When Danny's transformation is caught on tape, Danny has a whole new battle to face, including a press conference, Valerie, and, of course, school. But who is the mysterious ghost who set him up? And how much can he possibly mess up his life? Reason: This has always been my favorite of the pieces I've written. I poured so much love and work into this piece over (many) years. I'm so proud of it. I set out to tell a story of what it would be like if everyone knows (before Everybody Knows AUs became a thing and even before Reality Trip haha) and used it as a vehicle to show so many different reactions. I've had so much fun working on this. (And there may be a cross-post to AO3 very soon!)
Tortured Truth Summary: Danny's parents discover that the ghost boy is half human. Now that they've captured Danny, will he submit to torture and reveal himself, or is the revelation just the beginning of their problems? Reason: I'm starting with my old ones here! This is actually the first fic I ever shared with anyone, and it's also the first fic I've ever finished. While the torture is tame compared to today's standards, I feel like it has a great emotional payout and I enjoyed taking a micro-examination of the family unit's reactions and using Danny's illness as a way to force everyone to confront his powers.
The Red Vengeance Project Summary: With cameras strapped to their foreheads, Paulina and Star venture into the woods to bait the ghostly urban legend to appear in the hopes that Phantom will come save them. It seemed like a good plan in the light of day, but they get more than they ask for in the dark, claustrophobic, and dangerous woods. Reason: This was one of the first DP fics I'd written in a long time. It'd taken a break and just come back to the phandom to write this and another fic for Ectoberhaunt and I loved it. It brought me back to why I loved writing for this phandom in the first place. I picked this one over my actual first fic since coming back because I enjoyed writing this one more. I loved playing around with the different POV and I felt like it resulted in a really cool effect.
Micro-Unmasking Summary: Great timing prevented Danny’s secret from being revealed to Dash during their shared experience with the Fenton Crammer. But what would happen if his timing had been just a little off and Dash saw more than Danny wanted? Reason: This one's had a special place in my heart for awhile. I started it in 2009 and finally finished it in 2022! It was also just a fun topic that I enjoyed reading. I felt like I got to be a little witty in this one and I just really enjoyed writing it.
Prove That You Deserve the Answer Summary: After an argument with Jazz leaves Maddie feeling insecure about her role as a mother, she wishes she could understand her children better. She soon learns the dangers of making wishes around ghosts when she switches places with Jazz. But when this body swap allows her the opportunity to really talk with Danny, she realizes that maybe she can use this to finally see what's really going on with her son, and maybe find some way to fix their relationship in the process. Reason: I am so proud of this one. I sought out to finish a longer fic and I actually did it! I really pushed myself on this one, and I feel like it really paid off. I feel like the internal thoughts and monologues were so fun to explore and I loved writing from Maddie's POV.
And there are my five! This was a fun dive into my past works and really took some thought as to why they became some of my favorites.
Because this is a great idea, I'm gonna do some tagging! Maybe we can come up with a great list of reading recommendations from it by the end! I'm going to tag: @summerssixecho (you're not escaping your own idea lol), @underforeversgrace, @murphy-kitt, @nickelodeonstudios, and @lexosaurus
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