#but it’ll be free to read anyway so that’s up to y’all

[decarbry]

Are there any plans to upload sotp / we claim three online again? I'd purchase a digital copy too if that's available since I know imagehosting esp for a comic that long is annoying and expensive

I hope you don’t mind me answering this publicly but since I have been making decisions about it I thought it would save time 🤣

Yes!! I’ve been bouncing back and forth between just rereleasing it as it is or trying to redraw it (for better quality) but I think I’m going with the former. I’ve been working on a website to host it so once that’s done I’ll start posting the pages again!

#text post #I’m going to make it a whole thing #like actually rerelease it page by page since I have a whole new and bigger audience #the quality is subpar because I drew SotP 10 years ago #but hopefully the new people and old enjoy it anyway #and I will be putting up pdf collections for a couple dollars as each chapter is finished too #just for anyone who wants to support #but it’ll be free to read anyway so that’s up to y’all

[luffyvace]

✌︎ Sitting in Zoro’s Lap hcs ✌︎

I just felt like doing these<3 I don’t usually do concepts and I’m testing out the waters so they’ll likely be short ;3 also I wanna do more than just relationship hcs bc it’ll be more fun ✌︎

enjoy zoro simps cuz y’all definitely be on my acc 💖

At first he feels it’s kinda pointless

like he’s thinking “why would you wanna sit on my lap?!—sit on a chair or- just- somewhere else!...even the floor or something idk?!!”

but however you somehow convince him to let you, whether that’s bribery (swords or alcohol), sitting on him anyway or schmoozing him over into letting you,

you did it!!

And that’s all that matters :)

he probably got tired of your relentless request and just let you eventually

While you sit on him he’s usually sleeping sitting up, drinking alcohol or just relaxing with his eyes closed

When you sit facing him it’s a little more comfortable for him

he prefers it that way

sometimes you lay your head on his shoulder/chest and fall asleep on him

he’ll scoff either way but he gets a bit annoyed if he was trying to do something that requires getting up

Like training for example

If he wasn’t too busy in the first place then he just scoffs and probably takes a nap himself

if he’s not tired he waits for you to get up

he doesn’t like to stir you from sleep but if it’s important like a ship attack he’s kinda rough about doing so- 😀

bro he basically yanks you up and yells your name

not because he’s trying to be mean 🤷‍♀️

Just the fact that if an attack comes your way you won’t be able to dodge—and protecting someone isn’t his thing when fighting, he always tells you to go hide if your weak

uh anyway 😗

When you sit with your back to his chest its comfy but like don’t be surprised if he picks you up and turns you around (i don’t wanna hear anyone saying they’re too heavy bc you obviously must not have seen the weights he lifts on a daily)

sitting like that’s kinda annoying bc having to crane your neck back and to the side is not fun 😬😀

plus you probably hit his jaw a lot-

Or things like

1) he bites his tongue

2) his teeth hit your head (and it hurts for both of you)

3) he spits his alcohol in your hair (when you hit his jaw with your head)

4) you hit your head on his nose

So yeah this position is less common for you guys

Bonus if your hair is long

then he gets his fingernails stuck to it too :)

he prefers you don’t sit on his lap in public

mostly because he doesn’t like the stares that come with it 💁‍♀️

he just feels awkward

If you once again somehow convince him to let you in public however…..

it’ll be the type where he man spreads and you sit on one leg facing him

that way he has a bit more space to move and one of his arms is free

just in case an attack comes that he needs to block

orrrrrr just for simply drinking alcohol 😋

on the merry/sunny he’s more likely to cave in

especially since it’s just the strawhats

unless they make fun of him or smth (especially robin) then he doesn’t mind as much

plus y’all can have some privacy in the crows nest most likely

ngl he pretty comfy to sit on

unless your really tall or smth he’s prob bigger than you

so it’s not like y’all are uncomfortable or squished

zoro after time skip is low key more comfy because you know that dark green coat he wears?

yeah it like bends to create a little chair when he manspreads

and idk if you know what I’m talking about but those who get it do 💗👍

Does he end up liking it?

yes :)

yes he does. :)

Im trying to branch out and do more concepts because it’s more interesting for me to write, and you to read so why not 😊

Hopefully my zoro stans enjoyed !! <3 ⚔️🗡

#anime #anime and manga #luffyvace #anime headcanons #fluff headcanons #fluff #one piece #one piece headcanons #straw hat pirates #one piece x reader #zoro #zoro x reader #one piece zoro #roronoa zoro #op zoro #pirate hunter zoro #zoro one piece #zoro x gn reader #x gn reader #gn reader #gn s/o #gn guys #gn <3 #gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #one piece x gn reader #x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader

[chrollohearttags]

bout to scream omg…like y’all mind if a bitch gets sappy and annoying for a minute? 😭😭 cause imma do it anyway!!!!!!!!

like next month, it’ll be a year since I’ve *officially* started using this blog and I really could not have imagined it would’ve grown this much. Or that the quality of my writing would have either. I’ve met so many amazing authors and friends on here and I’m so so so grateful for each of y’all. I really can’t even put that shit into words. Y’all not only help me come out of my shell but step my game WAYYY up and I’m so thankful. I love reading y’all’s work and being surrounded by such talented ppl. Like for the FREE, I’m getting to read NYB masterpieces. Earlier this year, I started isolating away from other spaces on the internet and friends groups bc I really didn’t feel like I belonged or had a place. I was very depressed for a while and just felt lonely. And when I come on here, I actually have people I relate to and have fun with. I don’t have to pretend to be somebody else or wear a mask. I get so happy when I get to come on here and talk with y’all, act crazy in the comments, etc bc it genuinely makes my whole day! 🥹🥺🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 you have no idea how much it means to me when y’all tell me that my stories helped you through this difficult time or that you read it and you wanna send it to your boo for tips (like damn okay!! 😭🤍). Or just the feedback and commentary y’all leave. Picking my brain for certain parts of a story or headcanon..it makes me so so happy. Or just coming to talk for advice, personal problems, etc. and vice versa. Y’all really like my family on here. Numbers don’t matter to me, never have, especially when I’m doing something I love but to know that so many of y’all are here and reading my stories makes me feel like I’ve done at least one thing right this year. So thank you, with everything in me, thank you all so much for being here in our crazy lil space and being amazing. I love all of you so so much and look forward to giving y’all more stories 💕💕💕

#follower milestone #12k followers #like I legit wanted to cry seeing this #maybe I’m just emotional idk #but I really love y’all sm #cherry chats 🍒

[fieldofsecretss]

!1k SPECIAL!

Theme: all of the above, you might’ve to sit down for this loves, it’ll be very very veeery long, grab a drink and a snack or something ; )

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x Female!Reader

Warnings: This will contain SMUT, [18+] themes, FLUFF, dark DARK subjects and stuff, maybe a bit ANGST

[this little celebration fic will have multiple fics in it]

A/n: feel free to skip this speech and just jump straight into the fic below the cut, but I’m happy if you’d like to read it anyway <3

I remember when I was jumping and squealing in happiness when I reached 100 followers. A year ago I posted with zero expectations and yet here I am with 1000 beautiful people following MY blog and reading MY work🙄 first of, why? But let’s be positive here!

I know I haven’t been as active as I’ve promised y’all to be, but I’m trying my best, believe it or not but I have a life outside tumblr too😂 I’m trying my best loves <3 anyway if you’ve read this, thank you for being patient with meeee!

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His head cocked to the side as his eyes marveled over all of the...things laid out before him. He couldn't seem to understand the numerous brushes varying in designs and sizes. He was confused by the small black container with a circle containing some sort of pink powder. Draco had absolutely seen makeup before, but he never knew how extensive it was, he had only ever seen some lipstick and eyeshadow tops!

"What are you looking at, Love?" Your voice called out when you entered the bathroom smiling, to see him staring at your makeup laying on the countertop.

"Is ALL OF THIS your makeup?" Draco asked shocked, not believing that there could possibly be more.

You smiled quite sweetly.

"Some of it, yeah. Haven't you seen makeup before?" You giggled, feeling entertained by his surprise.

"Of course I have. I've never seen my mother without it on, but this is so...fascinating." He drawled, sitting down in the chair in front of your makeup mirror.

You watched with content as he studied the things that stood out to him, answering most of his questions when he had them.

"What's this for, y/n?" He wondered, picking up a metallic-pink tube of mascara.

“See how long my lashes are?" You pointed out, batting your thick black lashes so he could see the effect.

He raised a brow at that, setting down the tube and continuing to rifle through your stuff, you couldn’t help but compare him to a little raccoon. You went on to explain how blush went on your cheeks for a rosy glow, and how the bottle of setting spray kept everything in place the whole day. He was perfectly amused and amazed at how much time went into your makeup routine everyday.

A radiant grin spread on his features when he suddenly spotted something familiar.

"Now I know what this is." He announced, holding up your favorite lipgloss.

It was a light, pinkish-peachy shade with small sparkles that he knew you wore almost everyday. It was also his personal favorite on you...it was cherry flavored too, so that’s a plus.

"Oh, I know you do," You smiled, "Actually, would you mind handing it to me? I need to touch up a bit."

Draco, though, didn't hand it over.

"Can I...put it on for you?" He requested, playing with the wand of the tube, listening as it make sticky sounds.

You beamed as you sat on the counter, prompting him to stand up to be level with your face.

"Go for it." You granted.

The young Malfoy couldn't hold back the small smile as he dragged the lipgloss across your lip, his eyes narrowing a little in concentration.

Draco was surprisingly good at it, his steady hand creating an even layer of lipgloss on both lips. Not too much and thick not too little. You rubbed them together when he was done, popping them dramatically when he stepped back to look.

"Pretty?" You asked when you saw the satisfaction on his expression.

He cupped your face with his slender ring clad hand, looking into your y/e/c eyes that he loved endlessly.

"Pretty."

You pressed your lips onto his in a sticky lipglossy kiss, leaving his lips with some sparkly lipgloss on them.

“now you’re pretty too!” You said happily as you wiped his lips with your delicate fingers

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Draco was sat down on the couch in the Slytherin common room with a lit cigarette in between his ring clad fingers, inhaling a deep and slow drag of smoke every once in a while. With him was Blaise, Theo, Crabbe and Goyle. Just talking shit about Gryffendoor’s, a normal Saturday...basically.

While they rambled on and off about boring shit the door opened and in came a walking y/n, makeup natural but still refreshing and wakening. A white crop top with a blush pink unzipped jacket and jeans. A sight for sore eyes as Draco would say every time he saw you, his loving girlfriend.

“Well hello there, love” Draco greeted you as you plopped down onto his lap. You looked up at him and pouted, he raised one eyebrow.

“Kissie, please” you said closing your eyes, and soon his lips crashed on yours and his large hand cupped your jaw per usual. Gods you’d die for him without a second thought. He tasted like smoke and mint, him you thought. Suddenly his tongue swiped over your lower lip, smudging your cherry lipgloss earning a irritated groan from you while you pulled away. You patted his cheek making him chuckle a little.

You pulled up a little pocket mirror so that you could apply a new coat of lipgloss when you heard a high pitched giggle. You put down your mirror and looked up in front you, raven black hair, yup. Of course it had to be Pansy fucking Parkinson.

“Well, well, dracie. Still together with that bitch I see, I’m genuinely shocked that you two are together still. I mean you can do so much better than...that” Pansy mocked while giving you a disgusted look.

Before Draco could open his mouth to even talk back you interrupted him with a rather calm voice and a mocking smile.

“You hate on me but are still watching? Honey you’re a fan” you snapped leaning back on Draco’s chest while laughing sarcastically. Draco knew he never had to defend you but he’d never sit down and watch his girlfriend take shit from a attention seeking prick like Pansy, but he knew you hated it when he interrupted your and Pansy’s famous fights.

“You’re just jealous that i fell for y/n instead of you, move on!” Draco sighed loudly.

“Oh please, jealous of that skank? No thank you, I mean look at her! She’s a bitch that has too much confidence! What do you even see in her? She’s not even pretty, she’s not even skinny enough and not to forget that she’s a fucking brat” everyone could see Pansy’s blood boiled.

“She’s fucking perfect, not common trash like you Parkinson, her body is perfect, the prettiest fucking woman I’ve ever seen. She doesn’t seek for attention like you” Draco said kissing your cheek.

“I mean yeah. I love my curves, my imperfections, my jiggling thighs, no one said you have to. If you low-key don’t like me, I highly don’t care. Queens don’t compete with hoes, sweetie” you said in a singsong voice. Then everybody in the room started laughing except Pansy who speed walked out in anger.

You turned around to face Draco with an expression of victory.

“Y’okay, love?” He asked rubbing your cheek with his thumb and eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Some people are like clouds you know, when they disappear, it’s a brighter day” you giggled in response and nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck.

“You are a genius, love” he said while tickling your waist making you squirm and laugh until you heard a cough.

“We’re still here y’know?” Blaise said at the couple.

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Draco’s POV

I’m hanging out with my friends when I hear shouting. I look up and see y/n, my enemy, arguing with a gryffindor girl.

It looks like the gryffindork is loosing this battle. Suddenly her, what looks like her boyfriend, stands up and pushing the gryffindor girl behind him.

He’s now shouting at y/n. I clench my fists and stand up.

“Where are you going?” Blaise asks. “I have priorities” I reply simply.

I make my way over to y/n and snake an arm around her waist and pulling her towards my chest.

“If you don’t stop yelling at my girl, I’ll make sure you’ll never talk again” I say coldly.

The guy goes to say something back but the gryffindor girl pulls him away from the scene they created.

Y/n turns around and gives me a grateful nod making me chuckle.

“I know some other ways to thank me, love” I whisper in her ear getting flashbacks from last night, all I could hear was her beautiful moans and pleads of pleasure

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Draco’s hips slammed in and out of your tight cunt with an inhuman pace; his chest is draped across your front, arms up and around your back and holding you flush to him, skin to skin, sweat against sweat. You’re absolutely gone as he pounds into your wet and sensitive pussy. You’re too cockdrunk to even react to his harsh thrusts, although every snap of his hips pushes you closer and closer to the release you so desperately need, you’d do anything to just have an amazing and breathtaking orgasm.

Draco’s pace gets slower, deepening until the head of his cock is nestled almost painfully against your cervix. His cock felt so much bigger than usual, you think absentmindedly — the way he’s pushed himself so deep into you, so far into you has you squirming. This was sex in a whole new level.

“shh, shh, bunny. Gonna stuff you so full of my cum, alright? gonna make you feel so good. Gonna give my pretty princess a baby. Would you like that? you want daddy’s baby?”

“yes, yes daddy, please. I want it, I-I need it,” you whimper, you could practically not think, just blabbering and clawing at his chest. Draco pushes your knees against your tummy making your knees touch your tits, revelling in the way your puffy and abused pussy swallows him whole, folds hugging him tight, sticky wetness oozing out around his cock. Your expression is dazed, fuzzy, jaw slack and hooded eyes, shedding tears of pleasure.

“Okay, bunny” he groans, “gonna fill you right up, and you’re gonna take it all like a good girl.”

He collapses, resting all his weight on top of your pathetic body, pressing your back into the bed. You can feel his cock twitch inside of you and then a pleasurable warmth floods your insides. Draco lets out an almost pornographic moan, forcing himself back up, regaining the strength, to angle your hips upwards. when he pulls out, your hole gapes and shrinks. you feel empty - too empty - after being stretched by his fat cock. you inhale sharply, gripping Draco’s forearm tightly.

he uses two fingers for scooping the steady stream of cum leaking from you and push it inside your sensitive hole again.

“daddy, too much. Please, please too much,” you whimper, your cunt is far too sensitive and the added pleasure is bordering to pain. Draco groans, pinching your nipple making you squirm and whine.

“stay still. gotta keep it in, princess. make sure it takes, hm? you’re all messy.” he tilts your hips at a steeper angle. “Such a messy girl…my messy girl, isn’t that right, princess?” He said in a husky voice.

“Mm, yes daddy. M’only yours…”

“Wanna hear you say it. So so.” He prodded and you gave in of course.

“Only your messy girl, daddy”

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“I’m gonna fill this little cunt of yours with my cum, okay? And you’re gonna take it, no whining and most importantly, no moving.” Draco ruts into you from behind, arm slung around your waist as he empties his load into you, making you writhe around from the fact you were still on edge, having not hit your high yet.

“All in due time, m’love. I’ll make you feel good, just wait a little bit longer.” He presses wet kisses to the back of your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he drags time on, wanting to make sure he’d done enough to get you pregnant with his child.

Draco slowly begins thrusting into you again, low squelches emitted as you start back on the path to tipping off the edge, needing your own pleasure to hit you already.

“See baby, that wasn’t so bad. Now just breathe, and let me take good care of you..after all, this may be one of last times we can do it before that baby in you starts growing.”

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“So…how was your date?” Draco asked you, his jaw was clenched and he couldn’t find himself to keep eye contact for longer than a second you noticed.

“Oh, yeah. Fine I guess” you answered while fidgeting with your bracelet on your left wrist. Yesterday you went on a date with a guy named Johnny, you knew him from some of your classes. He was a Gryffindor, quite popular actually. Known for being good looking and a girl magnet, but recently he’s been thirsting over you for some reason.

For weeks he’s been trying to get your attention, flirting and holding books and doors open for you. You didn’t like him, you just couldn’t see the hype about him, he was an asshole after all. A snobby kid with social issues who thinks he’s the best of the best, of the halfbloods.

Draco could say the same within a heartbeat.

But when he asked you out on a date, you just said yes for him to leave you alone afterwards. The start of the date was going okay-boring but not horrible. You had some dinner and talked, but he didn’t even give you a chance to speak, he was selfishly rambling about his fortune and girls that wished that they had your place in that moment. Let’s say you couldn’t wait to tell Draco and laugh about all of this shit. But the night took a weird turn when he found out you were a virgin…he insisted to change that for you.

“You sure? You’re acting the opposite” Draco pondered, he knew you and all of your behaviors.

“Uhm, can I ask you something? It’s like very very personal so please don’t be weird about it, dray” you said while you took a deep breath. He looked at you with disbelief.

“Y/n, you know you can ask me anything. We can tell each other anything and everything without feeling judged” he huffed out. You just nodded.

“So? Go on!” He said impatiently. He wouldn’t dare to say it out loud, but he loved that you only told him

about your problems, he loved the trust.

“Is…is sex supposed to…hurt?” You almost whispered. Draco’s eyes widened at the question, he was prepared for you to ask him about something…less sexual. You didn’t dare to look at him. Did he hear you right?

“Sorry, come again?” He asked as he put all of his focus on your words. You sighed, now it just got weird

“I said, is sex supposed to be that…painful?” Your cheeks were burning hot and your palms were balmed.

“No…! absolutely not, did that halfblood do something he shouldn’t have done?! I swear by Merlin’s beard tha-“ Draco was visibly upset.

“No-no! I agreed to do it. It’s just that it didn’t...- everything happened so fast and it was nothing like I pictured it, and I regret it so much! I wish I could’ve saved my first time for someone special, not with some snobby bloke against a wall in a restroom” you frowned when you saw Draco’s shocked face.

“First time? I’m sorry it was that bad y/n.” He said giving you a sympathetic look. Suddenly a light bulb appeared above Draco.

“I can show you how it’s supposed to feel like, if you want of course” Draco prayed you’d say yes, he’d take such good care of you...but he’d absolutely never force you. Never ever.

You laughed humorlessly, but you stopped when you saw his neutral facial expression. You thought for a second...was he serious?! Is he joking?

“You mean that?...”

“Of course I do.”

“....O-okay.....” you flusterly agree

“No none of that, you’ve gotta tell me y/n...do you want me to show you, really? I want to hear you say it..I need to hear you say it and mean it” he stood close to you, you could feel the warmth radiate from his body.

You look up at him to look him in his beautiful eyes...you nod.

“I want you to show me Draco”

(This one sucked though)

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Hot silent tears danced their way down your cheeks, leaving a black-ish trail of mascara under your eyes. You were tense.. your shoulders trembled and rattled through every deep breath you took, you were almost dizzy while you briskly walked. You were headed to the only place you felt safe. The only place you felt the most accepted and cared for, Draco’s dorm.

The walk there was long and risky, filch could catch you at any moment, it was a 50/50 chance. You were bound to get there though, because this couldn’t wait. You could’ve waited until the next morning, but you hoped the icy air in the hallways could calm you down a bit, which it did to a certain degree. Finally nearing his door your breath mellows out a little bit while you sniffled through the fast tears. You know the moment you see him everything is going to come rushing back to you again, but for now you find an eye in the storm. When you lift your gaze from your shoes you were right in front of the dark wooden door you were oh so familiar with.

Taking a big breath, you lifted you fist and knocked four times-for good measure. No matter how many times you’ve been there doing the exact same thing, this time it felt extra loud as your knocks echoed in the airy building. You heard shuffling from the other side, you lifted your hand and focused on your knuckles, feeling yourself starting to drift into your own mind. Before you venture too far into your own mind, the hinge of the door opened, bringing you back as you gaze upon those beautiful metallic eyes of his.

He immediately absorbs your appearance. Each emotion of concern, worry and shock spread across his features.

“Love, what’s wrong? Are you alright? What are you doing here this late, you could’ve gotten spotted”

Each question of his whirls past you, overwhelming you and simultaneously easing the ache in your bones just by hearing his deep voice.

You immediately tackle him into a hug, nuzzling your face into his casually clad chest. A white t-shirt he opted to wear for the night.

His body reacts faster than his brain as he expands his large over your back, protecting you from what seems to be bothering you. The deep rumble in his chest indicates he’s starting up his interrogation again.

“Sweetheart, you’re scaring me. What’s going on?” His voice firm yet gentle.

“I-I’m fine, I just-well..” your voice slightly muffled by his shirt but his attentive ear catches them.

“Come on, let’s get you inside, yeah?”

“Yeah ok..”

He slightly breaks the embrace to gently lead you into the familiar second ‘home’ and leads you to sit down onto his tightly made bed.

Still holding onto your shoulders he sits you down onto the dark green covers of his bed, he leans his body closer to yours, meeting your eyes as he ducks his head a little to be in eye level. He scans your face, the worry evident and unmoving. Yet he waits for your words..

“I have no idea where to start, dray”

“And that’s okay, take a deep breath and relax. Can you tell me what’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” He asks softly, almost uncharacteristically softly.

At the moment you just think of how gentle he is with you, how he is the rock in your life.

“I’m thinking of you…a-and how gentle and loving you are towards me” the tears now again making their appearance known by rolling down your cheeks. But this time his ring clad hand catches the tears before they fall.

“I-I came over because I need you Draco...I needed my Draco because I don’t-.” your breath catches in your throat as you fight the lump resting there “because I don’t have anyone else I can tell this to”

His hands found yours. He nods along with your words. Really absorbing every word that leaves your plump lips.

“Okay baby. You know I’m always here for you and I’m glad you can trust me this much, whatever it is you can tell me”

“I know” you say giving him a watery smile. He waits patiently for you to begin to talk again, anticipating every word. You take a deep breath and sigh.

“I just couldn’t hold the weight of this anymore, dray. It’s too heavy for me”

“What weight, love?” He asks as he feel his heart starting to sink

“Me being...” you pause, the word catching on your tongue. This was it. The moment that had driven you mad. Made you feel like a freak. The real reason you felt like an outcast, and outsider. The truth you’ve been harboring for years. You had suppressed it, not realizing until you got older and your brain got more developed, you’ve run from it but now your legs were tired. The fear that held its grip on you was about to unclench now, with him..your Draco.

“I’m bi-bisexual, Draco”

The words hang in the air, the world felt as it zoomed in on the two of you.

“Oh sweetheart…I’m so proud of you. I love you, thank you for telling me”

“Oh Dray, I love you too and I don’t want you to think that I’m not committed to you or-“ he cuts you off mid ramble.

“No Sh sh sh, love I wasn’t thinking that”

“Okay” you replied.

There’s a beat while you two process what had been said, so you continued to explain what lead you to come out to him.

“So I’ve been dealing with this for a long time...I-it’s just..it’s been heavy on my mind lately and was getting too much to hold in”

He nods, acknowledging how vulnerable you are this very moment.

“Tonight it just bubbled up and eventually spilled over I guess..” he hangs onto every word you say.

“I received a letter tonight and I snuck out to see you because my parents...they-“ you feel yourself begin to choke up as you think of their harsh words.

“Breathe y/n, it’s okay you got this” he comforts.

“They said some really nasty things about gay people and I had to pretend it didn’t affect me at all, but when I was alone and read the letter and those things they said I just broke down, I just lost it” tears run down your face in a fast pace, your hand begin to shake in pent up anger, sadness and pain

His grip on your hands became firmer, he grounded you, encouraging you. He leaned his forehead against yours, brushing his beautiful nose against yours in a loving gesture.

“My beautiful girl, so strong..I’m so incredibly proud of you. And I’m so sorry your parents are pricks”

“But that’s the thing Draco, you’ve met them and they aren’t necessarily bad people but-“

“They are idiots”

“Yeah…you’re right..they are.”

Draco now feeling more protective of you than ever says,

“How dare they make my sweet girl feel this way, huh? Wait until my father hear about this shit” he looks into your sad eyes.

“You’re perfect to me, if being bi is who you are, then it’s who you are, love”

You give him a little smile which he reciprocates happily. You were convinced he was an angel sent down to you. How divine it was having someone loving you for you.

“Thank you Draco, I love you”

“Of course, I love you too y/n”

You give each other a shy eyes, he starts to lean in before stopping close enough for you to feel his minty breath on your lips.

“This okay..?” He ask for your permission

“Always, dray” you breathe out and your lips connects in a bruising, loving and emotional kiss..

And then it was sealed...

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“Baaaabe.” You heard Draco moan from the bedroom. You sighed slightly and turned the heat down on the soup you were heating on the stove before making your way into the room. You leaned against the doorframe as you looked at your boyfriend from his spot in the bed. He was laying with all the pillows and blankets he could find and was completely bundled up. He was sick with a really bad cold and you had offered to come over and help take care of him. You just weren’t expecting him to be so demanding about it. Or no, you actually did. It’s Draco we’re talking about.

“What do you need, dray?” You sighed, he had been calling you back here every few minutes since you got here an hour ago.

“I’m lonely.” He pouted, jutting his bottom lip out for emphasis, his voice strained from being congested. Gray eyes a little red and watery.

“Lonely? How could you possibly be lonely? I’ve been in here every 5 minutes.” You said slightly exasperated.

“But you don’t staaay.” He whined. You smirked at that, who knew the scary and mean Draco malfoy, one of the sacred 28 was such a baby when he was sick? Not you, that’s for sure.

“How can I stay if you keep sending me to get you stuff?” You shot back, not able to keep away the amused tone from your voice.

Draco thought about that for a moment, obviously the sickness was not making him think as clearly as he wanted. “I don’t know, but you need to do both.” He said with a grin, obviously playing around

“Well how about I finish making you the soup you asked me for and we can snuggle a little while you eat? I can even play with your hair like you like. Okay, you big baby?” You offered, rolling your eyes. You saw his tired expression brighten slightly at the suggestion

“Okay! Thank you.” He responded, coughing slightly from the excitement. You turned to walk away before Draco stopped you. “And baby? I love you.”

You smiled at him, the sweetest smile you could put on, before, “I know.” You laughed as you walked out of the room and down the hall.

“Bunny?!” Draco exclaimed loudly, coughing again. “You have to say it back!” He yelled as loud as he could at you, voice raspy. Only your amused laughter (bordering on a cackle) was your response.

You walked back in a few minutes later to a very pouty boyfriend, you walked over to him and passed him the soup before getting in the bed next to him. “Eat up, baby. It’ll help you get better.”

“Not until you say it.” He said petulantly. You laughed lightly and ran your hand through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp at you did. You didn’t miss the small content flutter of his eyelids at your motions, smiling softly to yourself.

“I love you too, pretty boy.” You said adoringly. “Even when you are a pain in my ass.”

Draco beamed at you, “Good, ’cause I plan on being a pain in your ass until one of us dies. So get used to it.” You laughed loudly at that, not missing the butterflies you felt. You couldn’t wait for forever with this wonderfully ridiculous man. “Honestly, I could have died and the last thing you said to me was ‘I know’ when I told you I loved you? Who do you think you are?”

“Okay okay, calm down big boy. I’m sorry, I love so so very very much!” You said and gave him a big smooch on his lips, not caring if you’d get sick too.

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With a smirk donning on his face he said “So, you love me huh?”

“I think it is pretty evident by now”

“Nah I’m not convinced,” he said staring deep into my eyes. I knew what he wanted

I nudged my nose on his neck, licking his earlobe slowly as his breath hitches

“Tell me daddy…how can I convince you?” I almost purred, voice breathy and hot.

“Wanna be daddies good girl?”

I whined, his words going straight to my core, making me feel the hot wetness pooling. I loved how quickly and smoothly the dynamic shifts between us.

“Mhm, please daddy…wanna be your good girl-

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Pain, sadness, anger

That’s all you felt right now. You were seated on the edge of your best friends bed, Draco. Sniffles and sobs was all you could muster.

“H-how could I be so fucking stupid!” You said, voice broken and laced with anger...

“It’s not your fault he’s a fucking player, y/n” Draco said while rubbing your back soothingly, in a attempt to calm you down just a bit.

“But I fell for his game, Draco! I didn’t realize how badly he treated me all along, I wish I could’ve just turn back time and fucking kick him right in the-“

“Okay! Okay, I get it darling. No need to get aggressive. I warned you about him everyday, but you would be so stubborn and not listen to a single word I had to say about him.” Draco said and you just looked at him with an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry...” you said full of shame

“For what exactly, darling?” He asked confused as if he had missed something

“For not listening” you answered. And he knew this was so wrong in so many levels, but the way you looked at him with tears decorating your cheeks, a few buttons on your school shirt undone showing cleavage and the way you apologized made his cock harden…

“You have always treated me right and making me realize my worth, I don’t know why I didn’t listen to you this time-“

You were cut off by Draco smashing his lips on yours, you were taken aback by his sudden action at first but soon you returned the kiss. It was hungry, rushed and it were full of…something you couldn’t describe...

He pulled back to catch his breath and look at you for consent. You gave him a encouraging nod. Lips were connected again, he laid you down on the bed and let his hand roam your body. You took the freedom to feel his abs through his shirt and you couldn’t resist to lightly whimper.

“You have been a very bad girl now baby…not listening to what daddy tells you, what happened to the obedient girl who always listened to her daddy hm?” He asked, y/n’s submissive side came to surface immediately.

“M’sorry daddy..” Your thighs rubbed against each other, an uncomfortable feeling in your panties caused by your arousal smearing on your thighs.

“Didn’t ask for apologies, angel” he said and flipped you around so you were laying on your stomach and Draco behind you.

“Ass up baby girl” he said, voice determined and husky.

And you obeyed, arching your back and pushing your ass up. You felt him move and switch behind you, spreading your cheeks apart and pressing his thumb at your entrance.

“So wet f’me already?” He mocked with a cocky smile. He hiked your skirt up to reveal your perfectly built ass...

He gave your ass a rough squeeze making you let out a airy moan. He stopped and pulled you to the edge of the bed. He bent down to give your lower back a kiss before standing up again running his hands along your body.

“I hate to see you cry, angel...” he said. But that’s not true, he took quite pleasure in seeing you cry. Having you tremble and sob was the most goddamn beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

“Sorry I was a bad girl and didn’t listen daddy…” you said tears threatening to fall again.

“Yeah angel, you should be” He wanted to show you what you were missing out while you were busy simping over Zabini who played you around like a show off trophy.

-he wanted to you to be his. No he needed you to be his. He had to prove to you that he owned you, you were his property.

He slipped off your baby blue panties painfully slow.

“Now angel…gonna let daddy put his cock inside that tiny cunt of yours? Gonna fill you up with m’babies til you’re round, sounds good hm?”

The only word that left your mouth was a weak and pathetic ‘please’

You lifted your hips a little and moved your feet a little wider to show how bad you needed him right now. Draco cracked a proud smile. He unbuckled his belt and let it fall to the ground with a sharp thud, making you jolt up a little in surprise.

Soon enough he’s aligned at your entrance, torturing you with his slow actions.

“You’re mine now” you heard him whisper before he forcefully pushed inside of you, he was so big, the sting making you feel like you were on fire. You made grabby hands to show him that you needed comfort

“H-hold...” you said, voice cracking

“What’s that, angel? Wanna hold hands?” Draco mocked in a loving way. You only nodded while a tear slowly danced down your flushed cheeks. He leaned forward and intertwined his fingers with your small ones. Now the stretch was bearable.

He moved in further, ripping a sob out of you while doing so. Now he pushed even more so that he was buried deep inside of you, he was fully inside of you. He gave you some time to get used to the feeling.

Your legs shook, struggling to take all of him. But apparently nothing is impossible.

He groaned and squeezed your hand a firm squeeze to distract you a little.

“So small, so innocent all for me to ruin”

“You sure you can take this, angel?” He asked.

“Y-yes m’sure but you’re so b-big” you answered stubborn as always.

He started to move and at last he started to thrust deep inside of you. He watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your tight cunt. The pain from the stretch was compensated with the erotic and intimate feeling.

Your walls soft like velvet and the wetness he created making him loose his mind on you.

“Bloody hell, angel” he moaned while he threw his head back in pleasure and you answered with moan after moan...

He was so hard and heavy inside of you

“D-daddy-oh” you said in between moans and pants. Your whole body was sore and tired. His hand soon landed where you were sinfully connected and started to rub rough circles on it making electricity shoot through you. Moans increased in volume and your bodies had a thin glistening layer of sweat.

Draco grunted in pleasure, he felt himself slowly loosing control while fucking you in a animalistic pace.

“Your mine, only mine. I’m not sharing...No one can fuck you like I can, fucking Zabini don’t know what he lost!” Draco said while postponing himself in you in a brutal pace.

The double stimulation making the coil in your tummy tighten and bliss flowing in your veins.

Draco feels how close you were, squeezing him like a vice

“That’s it, c’mon cream all over my cock, cum for me angel” he hissed.

You screamed his name while you fell apart-euphoria. Coating his cock with your release, the mere sight of it and with a bias his thick white ropes of cum filled you up to the brim. The feeling making you shiver. He stayed inside of you to make sure to all of his white sin stays inside of you. When he had catched his breath again he pulled out carefully.

He observed how your small figure shook under him, he smiled lightly and kissed your sweaty forehead . He cleaned you up and you two laid together in his bed.

“Your mine now y/n, if you’ll have me. Zabini don’t know what he lost at all, he lost the world right before his eyes, y/n.”

At that a tear fell, not of hurt, not of pleasure but of love. You were so in love with Draco and have always been, but because of your strong bond you thought he just saw you as a good friend. But now he’s proven to you that you are his and no one else’s.

“Hold me closer Draco” you said and he swore his heart just melted.

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WARNINGS:!personally idk but: crying, dark thoughts, mentions of bad relationship with food and body, ED, sh.

Very personalized but I hope it’s okay anyway <3

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You were woken up by the golden light caused by the morning sun, the birds chirped their everyday morning song per usual. You turned to your side just to find the love of your life, the one and only Draco Lucius Malfoy. The boy you couldn’t live without, and he could say the same about you. His light snores and relaxed facial expression made you smile a little, knowing that you were his and he was yours.

You decided to let him sleep a little longer and walked out of bed to go to the bathroom to get ready for the day, one of the benefits of dating a Malfoy, private dorm plus a private bathroom!

You brushed your teeth and tamed your hair after a too good night of sleep and some…other nightly activities with your boyfriend… but when it was time to put on your clothes you walked in front of a big mirror, you knew better than to be a brat and complain about your body and yada yada…but how could you not?

You stood only in your underwear, a pair of blush pink panties and a matching brah, you looked at your legs, then your thighs, the old scares on your inner thighs had started to pale a little, giving away a faint glimmer in the light. Then you looked at your forearms, the scares were fresher there probably around a couple months old. You stood there tracing the scares with a blank expression, not noticing Draco in the doorway you just stood in your own dark thoughts. He cleared his throat which startled you making you jump in place.

“Oh, good morning Dray!” You greeted Draco with a warm smile on your lips as usual. He looked at you with a knowing look before he walked in and hugged you from behind.

“Good mornin’ princess, slept good?” He asked and turned your bodies so that you were facing the large mirror.

“Yup! I’m sorry if I woke you up” you said, but the truth was that you had barely got a chance to fall asleep last night, and it was your dark thoughts to blame. But you knew you’d just make Draco more worried about you than he already was, so you sneaked in a white lie together with your warmest most convincing smile you had.

But Draco wasn’t dumb, he could sense your bad lies but decided to let it be and talk about it later.

“Don’t worry baby, just noticed you’re missing s’ all” he said letting go of you and started to get dressed.

Later that day

Lunchtime came fast today, you sat next to Draco at your table as usual. You had a very bad relationship with food and nobody except Draco knew about your eating disorder that you developed two years ago, in your fourth year in Hogwarts. He has helped you through the struggle at dinner time and you were beyond grateful for him.

“I know we have been taking baby steps, but today I’ll challenge you to eat a whole piece of chicken and vegetables” he said while handing you the plate with a little piece of chicken and greens. It wasn’t much for a ‘normal’ person, but for you it was very stressful and challenging…

“N-no Draco, it’s to much” you faced him with a worried expression. But you got calmer once he gave you a reassuring smile and a pat on your back.

“Don’t worry, princess. I’ll always be with you, let’s do it together hm?” He asked.

You nodded your head, you just wanted to make him proud of you for making progress in this subject. But just when you picked up your fork you heard Pansy Parkinson giggle with her friends a few seats away from you and Draco.

“Look! I think it’s the first time I ever seen y/l/n eat something” she said loud enough for you to hear

“About fucking time, look how her clothes are falling of her body” her friends said, joining her in a fit of cocky giggles.

You dropped your fork as fast as you picked it up and stood up from your seat.

“Y/n, don’t listen to pug face over there! Please sta-“ he grabbed your arm in a attempt to make you stay and finish your well needed dinner, but you yanked your arm away from his grip

“Please Draco, just leave me alone!” You said with a weak tone, your smile was long gone and your y/e/c eyes welled with tears. Draco let go of your arm and watched you hurry out in a horrible state.

He stood up aggressively and looked towards Pansy and her minions with a face red of anger. She just looked at him with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed.

“Thank fucking you for ruining her life! I’ve been trying to get her to eat for the longest time, and just when she was about to take a big step in her recovery you and your brain dead fucking minions tore her confidence and progress down!” He screamed at the raven haired girl, ignoring all the nasty looks he was given by the whole great hall.

“Woah, calm down Malfoy . I am sure she can stand up for herself, the truth lasts the longest. Like have she ever looked in the mirror? Like we wasn’t lying about it”

Pansy said with a gross amount of confidence.

“Honestly, what the hell is wrong with you?...” Draco said while he left the great hall to go looking for you.

Just when Draco opened his dorm room, knowing you never felt at peace in your own. He heard sniffles from the bathroom, he felt panic rise as he thought you’d hurt yourself. He took long and fast strides towards the dark wooden door and knocked.

“Y/n, love? Can you please unlock the door?” He only heard sobs which only scared him more.

“Alohomora” he walked in and immediately found you in a corner with your legs pressed to your chest and head down.

He walked over to you and pulled you in for a warm hug, you buried you face in his chest and let all your tears spill. He grabbed your wrists and examined them, he did the same with your legs. The gesture broke your heart.

Draco saw that his move hurt your feelings, but he had to make sure you were not hurt in any way.

“I’m sorry...” he heard you whisper.

“No stop that, you don’t have anything to be sorry about” he said while his eyes watered knowing how bad you felt now.

“ I-I was going to try to eat but I lost my appetite…” you sniffled. Draco rubbed your back and kissed your forehead with a sympathetic look.

“I don’t blame you princess, I’d loose my appetite too if I saw Parkinson’s pug face” Draco said and was relieved when you let out a little laugh between your tears.

“I just wanted to make you proud. I do want to eat Draco, but it is so hard for some reasons, I don’t want to be this thin believe it or not!” You said and he listened attentive to every word that came out of you.

“I just can’t find myself to eat, and every time you check my legs and wrists a piece of me always dies, because I know its my fault that you don’t trust me anymore. M’sorry” you sobbed out

He picked you up in his arms and put you down on his bed and tucked you in, he gave you a kiss on your cheek, he walked towards the door

“Wait where are you going?” You asked, you thought he was going back to his classes

“Don’t worry, love. I’ll hurry!” He said before he closed the door

Almost 20 minutes later he returned with a tray of different fruits, berries of all different varieties, steaming fresh pasta and a lot of snacks and soft drinks

“What are you up to now, Draco?” You asked as you watched him struggle to close the door with his hands full of things.

He walked up to you in the bed and placed the tray in your lap, he then changed into pajamas pants and a white t-shirt and sat in front of you in the bed with a grin on his face

“ okay princess, this is our plan. You and me are going to eat this pasta together, a also brought fruits and berries because I know you love berries. Then we are going to eat all of these snack while I read to you aloud. Is that okay?”

You just looked at him with so much love so that you wouldn’t be surprised you had hearts in your eyes when you looked at him. You nodded your head.

“Good! You don’t have to eat all of it, don’t feel any pressure because I’ll always be here with you.” He said.

You two ate the pasta together and he was very happy that you ate all of it! And you ate some berries while Draco ate a green apple, of course! Now you laid on his chest while he read aloud, like the cherry on the top he picked your favorite book! He traced small hearts on the exposed skin on your arm and paused his reading to look down at you

“What’s on that mind of yours, love?” He asked, you looked so deep in thought so that he just had to ask.

“You have been amazing to me Draco and I appreciate you so much. But someday you’ll probably grow tired and irritated of my problems, and I want you to know that I don’t blame you if if you do, I get tired of myself” you chuckled at the last part.

“But I don’t know how to live without you, it sounds stupid and dramatic, but it’s the truth.” You looked up at him, he had put his book down and sat himself up against the bed frame.

He grabbed your hands and kissed both of them.

“Y/n, I don’t even want to hear such bullshit, excuse my choice of word but that’s just rubbish! I’ll never in my entire life grow tired of helping you! I could never live with myself if I just left you all alone to deal with those dark thoughts on your own. I need you as much as you need me. I can’t live without you y/n, and I’ll never leave you.” He said while keeping eye contact.

Tears of happiness rolled down from your cheeks.

“Don’t cry princess” Draco said with tears rolling down too

“Now you’re crying!” You laughed as more tears looked like a waterfall in a rainforest

Draco leaned in and gave you a assuring kiss, a kiss that showed so much love it almost overwhelmed you. Yeh pulled away and picked you up and held you in his arms like a baby.

“I’m never leaving you, never princess”

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“wait! Come back! I thought you loved me“ Draco said dramatically to y/n who only needed to go to the bathroom.

“I’m literally just going to the bathroom, Draco, you’re so clingy today” y/n said the last part before she opened the bathroom door, but Draco ran inside the bathroom before she even could register what happened. She walked in too and closed the door after them anyway.

“I can’t even go to the bathroom alone anymore, huh? “ she asked when she sat down on the toilet. He sat down in front of her and just looked at her with heart eyes, even if she was peeing he didn’t care!

“No…y’done now? Let’s go and cuddle…!” He said to y/n when she walked out of the bathroom, to her desk to study for charms. She shook her head to her desperate boyfriend.

“Sorry Draco, but I really need to study right noow...!” She said as she pulled out a pencil and parchment to start her work, but Draco had other her plans. He whined and sighed for literally 10 minutes before he said something

“Y/n? If I can sit on your chair, you could sit in my lap?” He asked while he looked bored at himself in the mirror.

“yeah sure, but you have to behave yourself because I really need to get this done” she said. Draco sat down and pulled y/n in his lap, everything went well until Draco started nipping and sucking on her neck.

“Dray, as much as I love you...you have to stop” he looked at her and hugged her so tight he even got scared to break her perfectly tiny body.

“Sorry love, I just want to be close to you that’s all... had a rough day.” Y/n looked back at her boyfriend and felt quite bad for being so focused on her homework instead of him. But she got an idea!

“I can cockwarm you if you’d like to?” She asked him and his silvery stormy eyes lit up

“Yes, I’d like that thank you” he tried to sound calm but his voice betrayed him.

Y/n chuckled a little when she felt him get hard immediately underneath her. She stood up and took of her underwear so that she only wore a skirt and a black polo shirt. She undid Draco’s pants and lined his now erected cock up by her entrance. She sunk down in his cock and she let out a small groan at the size. Draco did the same, he loved how her velvety walls felt around him…

“Okay, now. Don’t disturb me to much okay love?” She said when they both settled and sat comfortably. Draco felt calm…but he wanted-no, needed more......

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THERE YA GO LOVES <3

Let me know if any of you actually read all of them! I rewrote a couple of my old fics into this one too!

#sage speaks #draco malfoy smut #draco fanfiction #draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy fic #draco malfoy imagine #draco x reader #draco smut #draco x y/n #draco fluff #1k special #fieldofsecretss1k

[sunflowersandsapphires]

A bunch of my current draft of Wake Up got deleted and I have to rewrite it 🙃 so to take a break and deal with my frustration, please enjoy some headcanons that I am adopting in my College!Matt Murdock fic because y’all liked the Frank ones:

This man is a flirt, we know this, but in this fic I have two headcanons about this that I’m running with

One, he uses the corniest lines and. They. Work. Because he’s hot and charming so who cares if the lines are bad? He gets a kick out of it.

Very much exploring Matt using flirting as a defense mechanism in this fic? Like using his promiscuity to distance himself from women he could see himself getting close to.

This man is touchy when he likes someone and will initiate physical contact whenever possible.

I absolutely blame @pastafossa and her TRT fic for this one (if you haven’t read it, GO READ IT NOW ITS SUCH AN AMAZING PIECE) but I’m so so excited to work in possessive!Matt specifically with his superhuman sense of smell.

The way that Pasta has written this man to claim his partner like a cat is immaculate and lives in my head rent free so it’s canon to me now

When Matt likes someone he gets incredibly awkward in his attempts to spend time with you, because we know damn well he won’t be sharing his true feelings.

You’re reading a book? He’s bored and needs something to listen to. If he needs to walk somewhere? He’s never navigated the world on his own and will get lost without your guidance. Doing homework? He absolutely does not understand this assignment.

Full on Cady from Mean Girls in her Calculus class with Aaron everyone. He has no idea how to solve this factorial.

Obviously he’s always been very independent but this is the first time he has been able to truly live on his own which is exciting and makes him doubt himself.

I think he would really struggle without a good support system during this time because his entire world has been rewritten and that would be so overwhelming!

I’m absolutely headcanoning both him and reader as autistic in this fic, though I won’t make it explicit I don’t think. But this man is in a completely different environment and lacking accomodations! That would suck so bad for someone who thrives on routine.

Anyway let me know if you want more of these! I’m working on the second chapter of this one at the moment so it’ll be posted starting in September! (Hopefully the beginning of September but we shall see how much I can accomplish before then 🤪)

#daredevil #matt murdock #matt murdock x reader #marvel #matt murdock x you #matt murdock fic #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock my beloved #matt murdock x female reader #matt murdock fanfiction #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock drabble #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock fanfic #mcu daredevil #daredevil x you #daredevil mcu #marvel's daredevil #daredevil netflix #daredevil x reader

[the-himawari]

A3! Tehepero Shuriken Playback Scout - Playback Talk Translation

*Please read disclaimer on blog

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Kazunari: Hey, y’all ♪ It’s MANKAI Company Summer troupe’s Miyoshi Kazunari!

Misumi: I’m Ikaruga Misumi from the same troupe!

Kazunari: Thanks for tuning into the stream for Summer troupe’s 5th performance, “SHI★NO★BI Misadventuring”!

Misumi: From here on out is the bonus footage~. We’re holding a special talk between the lead, Kazu, and me, the co-lead!

Kazunari: We’d be happy if fans who recently found out about MANKAI Company can watch this stream and learn more about us and our troupe’s history.

Misumi: This is the first time we’ve watched the footage of the play in a long time too.

Kazunari: I know, right! It felt like such a throwback, didn’t it? We all drew pictures and played hide-and-seek together back then~.

Misumi: Right, right! We played a lot. It was so much fun!

Kazunari: When we do stuff like that, the other troupes ask us if we’re still in elementary school or kindergarten. But it’s important for all of us in Summer troupe to move our bodies with all our might and have fun like that. We need that kinda time.

Misumi: Yep! I think so too.

Kazunari: Besides, I feel like I was able to take another step forward thanks to that time. It might’ve looked like we were just playing around, but I could feel all the Summer troupe members’ emotions.

Misumi: Ehehe. I’m glad I got to see you smile, Kazu~! Ah, I know! Hey, hey. Let’s do what we did back then again today!

Kazunari: I’m so down! You’re a genius, Sumi!

Misumi: Let’s draw pictures and play hide-and-seek! Let’s eat onigiri together on the triangle roof at night!

Kazunari: Hell yeah! If everyone in Summer troupe is together, then it’ll be fun no matter how many times we do it! Heck, isn’t it cool beans that we’re at this age, yet we’re still pure like kindergarteners!?

Misumi: Cool beans, cool beans~!

Kazunari: Ahahaha! On that note, that’s all for the “SHI★NO★BI Misadventuring” special free talk footage. Thanks, everyone~!

Misumi: Thanks~! See you!

-pause-

Kazunari: Alriiight, let’s hurry up and shoot the rest of Summer troupe a LIME!

Kazunari’s LIME: “Hey, y’all! We just finished filming the Shinobi play’s free talk”

Kazunari’s LIME: “You see, Sumi and I were talking!”

Kazunari’s LIME: “Let’s draw pics, play hide-and-seek, and eat onigiri together just like we did during the run of the Shinobi play!”

Kazunari’s LIME: “That being said, Summer troupe ASSEMBLE~ ☆”

Misumi’s LIME: “Assemble, everyone~ ∆∆∆”

Tenma’s LIME: “HUH!? Right now!”

Tenma’s LIME: “Geez, guess I have no choice. I’m off today, so I’ll head over”

Kumon’s LIME: “Woohoo! I’ll go right now!”

Yuki’s LIME: “You always say things out of the blue. Anyways, I don’t have plans so I’ll humour you guys”

Muku: “I can’t wait. I’m heading over right now too!”

Kazunari: It’s totally the best when everyone gets together even if they say this or that.

Misumi: Ehehe. I can’t wait~.

Kazunari: Yep, yep! Let’s move our bodies and play with all our might today~!

Misumi: YEAH!

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#a3! #a3! translation #miyoshi kazunari #ikaruga misumi #act! addict! actors!

[biconickyoshi]

What this whole day-long ao3 outage has taught me is that from now on I’m always gonna wait to copy/paste my fic chapters from Google Docs until I’m absolutely sure that they’re ready to be posted. I’ve gotten into the bad habit of copying and pasting the first draft into ao3 and then saving it as a draft so I can do edits on there.

Thankfully, I still have copies of all of my chapters that have been posted so far on Google Docs, but if (god forbid) something happens to ao3 at some point in the future and I have to repost The Avatar and the Fire Prince on here, fanfiction.net, and/or Wattpad, the earlier chapters may not be exactly the same as what’s on ao3. The overall important plot points will be the same of course, but minor details may be changed due to having to go off of earlier drafts.

I’m honestly considering just posting the fic to all of those sites in addition to ao3 and updating each site at the same time so that it’ll at least be somewhere where people can read it if something goes wonky. Y’all’s kudos and comments are what have been consistently inspiring me to keep writing, even though I know this will be a looong fic lol. Even if I have to go to the dreaded Wattpad or the nostalgic but not-as-good-as-ao3 fanfiction.net, I still want people to read my fic...

Anyway, the second ao3 is confirmed to be back up and stable, I’m totally donating. The people who run that site are doing their best to get it back to normal and running for us for free, and they deserve all the thanks and appreciation for their hard work!!

#in the meantime i'm gonna write ahead a few chapters so that i can maybe start a more regular positing schedule #ao3 #ao3 down #archive of our own #fanfic writing #atla #the avatar and the fire prince #taatfp #atla fanfic

[use-your-telescope]

In five days I’ll be on winter break for 12 days (it’ll feel more like 18 because my first week back at work is all remote!!!!!!) - after a batshit end to fall semester, I am looking forward to catching up on reading, as well as having some dedicated writing time…

Anyways I know I have some A BUNCH of fics from @loki-cees-all to share (Olivette has been living rent free in my mind this whole time!!!) and a bunch of Thrown to react to, so Cee and @maple-seed I hope y’all are ready 😂😂

I’ve also got at least a few @sarahscribbles and at least a couple @infinitystoner and @tripleyeeet fics to read/share, and then @mischief2sarawr just posted their monthly round-up… not to mention I’ve been dying to dive into @the-lady-amphitrite’s long fic…

I am SO EXCITED for this break, y’all!

#I literally haven’t taken more than a random day off since *last* winter break - not even during spring break or over the summer #i need this break so bad lol #I feel spoiled when I say that I haven’t taken vacation in five ever because I know that not everyone has that privilege #my job is really rewarding but also a special kind of exhausting - the mental load is so different than when I worked in retail or service #and I regularly work 50+ hours/week and work weekends because that’s how student affairs operates #anyways

[space-cowboy-101]

✈️ Our resident alcoholic pilot dad trying to survive the nuclear apocalypse ✨

-for the new people seeing this, this is a part of my fallout au that’s currently written and i’ve posted seonghwa and hongjoong’s pictures already-

so. yunho. 🥸 shit kinda went down for him ngl. he got shot, thought he was dying, only to get picked up and nursed back to health and finds out there’s a good chance he’ll never see his family again. clearly hongjoong got the better end of the stick 😭

i don’t want to spoil too much about his side of the story (mainly because i’m still fleshing it out and working on it) but it’s quite obvious that he DOES end up joining the brotherhood of steel. but to be honest with y’all, i have no idea what the fuck they’re on about over yonder in their parts 💀 i’ve got hours in the fallout games but hell if i know about the bos aside from them being a little kooky.

the brotherhood was started by a soldier and with yunho’s background as an air force pilot, it only makes sense, right? (i just want to write him flying again, but most importantly, flying a vertibird)

which means i’ll probably veer a little off script and write the brotherhood as best as i can based off what i know of them. idk, it’ll go how it goes i guess 😅

but once again, i’m here to preach about the little fucking vault boy pictures 😭 LOOK AT HIM HUGGING THE BOTTLES! the best part of making them is finding those damn things i swear.

while thinking of yunho’s story and his time with the brotherhood, i can just imagine him meeting a tech/engineer guy!mingi who’s trying to tell yunho that the bos is actually shit and them becoming friends—yunho teaching mingi to fly? bruh. love it.

like in my head, hongjoong’s out in the wastelands scavenging for the vault and he hears a plane or something and sees a vertibird in the air and goes back to tell them about this craft he seen. then he finds out about the brotherhood and shit and when he runs into it again, it’s closer and he actually sees yunho in that cockpit and is like 😶 my man? the father of my son? loml?

ugh the drama in this is gonna be MESSY, especially when yunho comes into play later, but it’ll solve itself 😏 for the kids, of course.

honestly i recently got new vegas and i lowkey kind of want to write a story in vegas? like all the cliches; casinos, gambling, mafia, gangs, you know? i actually started a csi ateez story but it got changed from las vegas to miami because of an episode that i liked and now i‘m kicking myself for that 😭 oh well, i can always write a fallout new vegas au i guess.

anyways, if you haven’t already, feel free to check out my ateez dragon age au if you think this is interesting 🥹 it’s mainly seongjoong but yungi will be in it (and a spin-off of them will later be posted because that’s what spawned this damn beast of a story 😩) and eventually other relationships will come into play.

thanks for taking the time to read this if you made it this far and happy scrolling if you found this in a tag or something ❤️

#ateez fanfic #seongjoong #ateez #hohong #jeong yunho #kim hongjoong #park seonghwa x kim hongjoong #park seonghwa #seongjoongho or whatever their ship name is 💀 #alternate universe #fallout au #ateez aesthetic #ateez fic

[theshippirate22]

listen i finished chapter 5 of ROARING and I’m just waiting for ao3 to come back up but i think i’ll post it here in the meantime to help with the drought. stay strong in these trying times y’all 😂

quick note: you don’t really need any background information for this chapter; it’s just a bunch of steddie fluff so even if you haven’t read the first couple chapters give this a shot anyway!! if you do happen to have questions, feel free to message me or comment and i’m happy to explain. i’d you’ve been with me this whole time, congrats you guys! we finally made it to the steddie part. i love you all <33 tw: implied abusive spouse (not between steve and eddie)

taglist: @chaosdawg15 @alideities @stairsthe33rd

ROARING: Chapter 5- We Were In Screaming Color (are we out of the woods yet?)

When Robin returned to West Eggo, she felt giddy with excitement, practically skipping in from the taxi. She could still taste Miss Wheeler’s lip gloss, and it felt like her hands were still pressing firmly to her hips and the small of her back impassionedly. 

As she passed under a section of particularly dense trees and found herself momentarily blinded by the darkness; the ever-glowing flame of Eddie’s house completely extinguished and plunging her entire yard into shadow. It was strange to see it that way, like the place was entirely unreal and removed. 

She stumbled along toward the path, and it was then that she saw the figure coming across the garden towards her. She was frightened only a moment until her sight adjusted, and she picked out the unruly curls of her neighbor. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he murmured softly. “I wanted to apologize for darting off at lunch without saying goodbye.”

She couldn’t see his face, but she could hear the anxious apprehension in his voice, the feigned nonchalance to mask unease.

Ignoring his comment, eager to restore his assured aura, she blurted, “I’m going to call Steve tomorrow. Invite him to tea.”

Eddie let out a tense breath. “Oh. Alright.” He swallowed thickly. “I... I don’t mean to put you to any trouble.”

“I’m sure I’d see him regardless; the location is the only difference. What day would suit you?”

“Any time that would suit you,” he corrected quickly, breathlessly. “As little trouble as it’ll be for you, you see.”

“Mm, how about the day after tomorrow?”

“Yes!” He cried, then composed himself and added softer, “Yes, perfect.” He glanced around a moment; however, he undoubtedly couldn’t see more than a few vague silhouettes, slowly reinflating to his normal confidence and stepping into the only slice of moonlight in the garden. “Did you have a gay time with Nancy?”

Robin rolled her eyes. “Good Lord. Yes, actually, I did.”

“I’m glad,” he chuckled. “She called me a bit ago. She likes you.”

“I should hope so.” Robin positively swelled at the confirmation that her feelings were requited. 

“Oh yes, I’m sure she’ll phone you tomorrow, twirling the chord around her finger and giggling. Never seen her so fond of someone.”

Robin grinned. She didn’t know what to say, for once in her life rendered absolutely speechless. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart. Call me up about the plans or just come over and we’ll go out to Coney Island.” He kissed her forehead in parting, before trotting off into the darkness. She watched after him a moment, the way his feet picked up into a gleeful dance to his yard not escaping her and giving her no choice but to smirk after him before returning to her own house. 

She felt light-headed and exuberant as she disappeared within the confines of her own walls until she had to open the window to let out a bit of her joy, so it didn’t burst the frame. There was a single light on in Eddie’s house- his, she supposed- and she leaned against the window frame, humming to herself, and watched it like the moon, which she couldn’t see through the foliage. 

In the morning, she called up Steve from the office and invited him to tea the next day. He agreed most adamantly, already going on about a sweater he’d seen that was so horrendous he had to buy it just to laugh at it, and that she would love it. 

At the end of their discussion, Robin warned softly, “When you come tomorrow… don’t bring Billy.”

He paused a moment. “What?”

“Don’t bring Billy with you tomorrow.”

He clicked his tongue and murmured out a playfully innocent “Who?”

The arranged day came, and Robin opened the curtains to steaming rain sizzling along the hot sidewalks, giving the air a sort of strange, condensed fog. She went out in the haze to fetch things for the appointment- teabags, cakes, strawberries- and when she returned, Eddie was pacing across her yard in a black silk suit. He looked frantic and restless, evident darkness of sleeplessness on his face. 

“Oh thank God!” he cried at the sight of her. “Listen, I bought flowers. I need to know if there’s enough or if I need to send them back to get more.”

It was then that she caught the greenhouse lorry in her drive. The pair walked over to it, and Robin peered curiously into the bed. It was entirely full, to the point that another single rose might break the axles of the poor vehicle and she cried out laughing. “My God, Eddie, I think it’s alright. You’ve more flowers here than I’ve got house.”

He alternated between gnawing at his fingernails and pulling at his hair as she pushed him towards her porch and out of the rain. “Listen to me, you’re fretting over nothing at all, but if we empty the truck, it’ll look like we robbed a funeral home. Go pick four arrangements- one for either side of the mantel, the end table, and the dining table. Go on now.” 

Eddie seemed in dire need of clear instruction, and the next moment, a pair of gardeners came sweeping in the door after Robin with the chosen bouquets. They were placed accordingly, and Eddie kicked off his muddy shoes on the mat- swept delicately to the side, however hasty and absentminded the action was- and threw himself despairingly on the couch. 

Robin put the kettle on. 

The rain continued steadily for a good while- at least an hour and a half- as Eddie tossed and turned on Robin’s couch like he’d been struck suddenly with Scarlett Fever, before leaping to his feet and pacing back and forth between the dining room and the sitting room. 

Robin said patiently in her favorite armchair and babbled on and on softly about nothing imparticular (mostly Steve) as white noise to his wild nerves. The clock banged out the start of the 4 o’clock hour and Eddie properly flung himself off the ground in surprise, and stared at it unnaturally for much too long, as if it was actively tearing him apart from within.

Finally, he tore his sight away, interrupting Robin entirely, however little she minded, to loudly report, “I’m going home.”

“What?!” She cried. “Why?!”

“Nobody’s coming to tea. It’s too late,” he shook his head exasperatedly. “He’s not coming.”

“Don’t be irrational, Eddie. It’s hardly five past four.”

He threw himself down on the couch again miserably, pulling a particular curl of his hair across his face for no reason other than to hide behind it.

It was barely another minute until the sound of a motor rumbled up from the end of the drive and both of them jumped up in apprehension. Eddie murmured something reminiscent of a prayer before letting out a relieved, somewhat hysterical laugh, and lightly pushing Robin towards the door. 

She went willingly; however, she paused a moment to adjust herself in the mirror in the entryway and wipe away a smudge in her makeup, before stepping out onto the porch.

The rain, which up until this point had been a steady downpour, let up until it was nothing more than a few haphazard drops as if had been waiting for the arrival of this guest, and Steve stepped out of the car without so much as a splash to impact him. He ran up the soaked pathway nonetheless, however, this was to fling himself into Robin’s arms and kiss the side of her face affectionately. 

“Robbie,” he murmured, voice low and rippling with mirth. “Are you in love with me? Is that why I had to come alone?”

She laughed around the armful of him, playing along (What was it Max had said? They’re both swinging the wrong way to be hitting each other?) and whispering back conspiratorially, “Absolutely. That’s the secret, darling.”

He waved off his driver and accompanied her inside. Robin swore the moment the door was closed behind them, the rain picked right back up again.

Delighted was the wrong word to describe the way Steve looked over her home. He was positively thrilled, soaking in every inch of it like it might disappear from in front of his very eyes like a particularly magnificent but fickle dream. 

“I feel as if I’ve stepped inside your ribs, Robbie,” he cried. “Show me the heart, will you?”

She laughed, pushing him lightly toward the sitting room as she remembered this visit was not for them. However, as they passed over the threshold, they found the room empty.

“What?” Robin said stupidly.

“I didn’t say anything,” Steve murmured, attention already directed toward whatever trinkets or décor he could lay his hands on.

Then there was a knock at the door, controlled and light. Robin opened it. There was Eddie, practically soaked through his coat, smiling at her as if he hadn’t done the strangest thing she’d ever witnessed. 

He paused only a moment, to remove the sopping jacket and hang it on the newel post, before letting her lead him right back into the room where she’d left him. 

Robin’s palms were hot and sweaty with anxiety, her heart beating faster with every step toward Steve that she took. It was at this moment that they would know whether or not their efforts had succeeded.

Steve was examining one of the flower arrangements- had plucked out a single carnation and was twirling it between two fingers. “Robbie, I think we ought to-” He looked over to her, but it was Eddie his eyes landed on. “Oh!” He properly startled, the carnation falling from his hands and onto the couch. He took a step back.

“This is my neighbor,” Robin cleared her throat. “He’s just stopping by for tea as well.”

Eddie crossed over to him slowly, like he might startle again and dart away into the kitchen without a word, until they were standing no more than a foot apart. 

“Hi.”

Steve stared fixedly at the fallen flower, cheeks flushing almost the same shade of pink. 

“Hi.”

Eddie picked up the flower and pressed it softly into his hands, so Steve had no choice but not to look at it any longer. 

Robin started, however vain she knew it was, “This is Eddie-”

“We’ve met,” Steve interrupted quickly, lifting his head to look at her a moment before glancing finally to Eddie. He twisted the stem anxiously between his palms, watching Eddie imploringly, like he had something that Steve would surely suffocate without, adding, “Six years ago.”

“Feels longer,” Eddie mumbled.

Steve nodded haphazardly, as if the sentiment was empty but entirely too true and the only response was to bob about as a necessary accolade.

“I’ll get the tea,” Robin said. 

They hadn’t moved an inch when she returned, still standing uncomfortably close and not saying anything because of the weight of all the unspoken tangles around them. The tea tray clattered against the coffee table, and they sprung apart in surprise at the sound.

Steve sat tensely on the edge of the couch, Eddie took Robin’s favorite armchair, so she settled in on the other side of the couch, trying to acquaint some sort of normalcy to the pair. She started talking dutifully, although her mind was far from anything escaping her. Steve interjected occasionally, however, abnormally infrequently, and Eddie didn’t say a thing, staring ahead as if deep in thought.

Eventually, Robin decided the problem was her presence, that if she was absent, they might be able to speak to each other like functioning members of society, so she got to her feet and offered up some excuse about needing to check her flowerbeds hadn’t flooded with the rain.

Eddie sat up quickly. “I’ve got to speak to you before you go out.”

Steve cast his gaze down, almost shamefully, as Eddie shuffled into the foyer beside Robin. 

“What’s the matter?”

“This was a terrible mistake. Is a terrible mistake. I’m afraid I’ve outdone any of my previous stupidity with this one...”

“It’s not!” Robin cried exasperatedly. “If you both weren’t acting so horribly queer...”

“You think we’re acting queer, sweetheart?” he asked, laughing tensely. “Because I don’t think we’re acting nearly queer enough!”

“My God,” she murmured. “Peculiar. You’re both acting so outrageously peculiar! You’re embarrassed, he’s embarrassed, and you’ve both got to get over yourselves.”

“He’s embarrassed?” Eddie echoed hopefully. 

“Yes, just as much, if not more, as you.”

“Hush! Lower your voice. What am I to do, then?”

“Stop acting like an adolescent,” she pushed him impatiently in Steve’s direction. “You’re being rude! He’s in there all alone and he knows we’re talking about him.”

Eddie looked panicked at that, perhaps even had some decency to appear guilty, before quickly steeling himself with a sharp breath and starting back into the other room. 

Robin, rolling her eyes as she went, stepped out the back door and went across the lawn to hide from the rain under the massive tree that poured over from Eddie’s side of the fence and accounted for a good portion of the shade on the northwest side of the yard. 

The rain carried on for a little more than a half hour, at which point Robin’s shoes were wet and muddy and her hair had gone damp and flat against her neck from the spray of the wind, and then she returned to the house. She came in through the back door, rattling about in the kitchen that she might make her presence known and not walk in on anything she’d rather not see (presumptuous of her, she knew well enough, but rather safe than sorry) but it was as if no sound could reach the pair at all, despite her incessant clamoring.

They were perched on opposite sides of the sofa, knees turned in toward each other, so they found themselves rather far into the other’s space, breathing close and murmuring delicately to each other like the words were too pure to be uttered aloud and couldn’t risk falling upon a porcine audience. Steve was crying silently, twisting the poor carnation between his fingers again, and Eddie reached up softly to wipe his face with the sleeve of his sweater. He muttered something sweet, and a smile Robin had never received overtook Steve instantaneously, disappearing almost as quickly. 

Robin properly kicked the stove now, which bellowed out an irritated metallic moan, and the pair startled at once, leaping away from each other as if they’d been caught in a significantly more compromising position. 

“Oh, hello, sweetheart,” Eddie said. It was as if he had been completely revitalized in their short time apart, as if it had been years since he had laid eyes on her. He glanced back at Steve for a moment, with the fondness of a moon that had spent too long in eclipse, waxing full in the glow of the sun like it never had before. 

“It’s stopped raining,” Robin said.

“Has it?” Steve’s voice was thick with some sort of emotion, wet with tears but high with delight in a way that felt contagious, and Robin promptly grinned at the sound of it. 

“Now, my dear, we were just saying I ought to take you both over to my house,” Eddie explained, echoing the very same tone. “I want to show Steve around.”

“You’re sure you want me to come?” It felt peculiar to be included in such an obviously intimate invitation. 

“Yeah, of course, sweetheart.” He stared at her with the strangest expression, as if the thought of her staying behind had never occurred to him. 

So out Robin went with the pair. Eddie led the charge, three fingers grasping softly at Steve’s wrist- resting there against his pulse like if he couldn’t feel the life in him, he might disappear from the very place he stood- as he directed them toward his wrought iron gates overgrown with ivy. 

There was help here, too. Three great, booming men in idyllically pressed suits with perfect, innocent white gloves, who swept open the gates at Eddie’s call and revealed the cobblestone up the private drive to his garage. 

Eddie’s loose grip on him was lost, and Steve rushed up ahead of them to peer through the cover of the trees and get a glimpse of the house. 

“Can you see it?” Eddie asked, however, looking at Robin with the sort of glee of a child stumbling upon a stash of sweets.

Steve gasped softly, hands flying to cover his mouth as he stepped through the trees and onto the front lawn. “It’s... massive. You... you live there?”

Eddie nodded adamantly. “I do. Do you like it?”

He stared at it for a bit longer, contemplating, before his grin began slipping and he decided faintly, “It looks lonely.”

Robin watched some of the darkness edge back into him in a moment, watched the way the sunlight streaming out of him faltered for an instant. He’d mentioned- once, is all- that he’d spent more of his childhood alone in his parent’s estate than not, and the dreaded prep school he’d been shipped off to was a welcome reprieve from the silence. 

“It isn’t,” Eddie said quickly. “I keep it full of interesting, celebrated people. There’s never a moment I spend alone that I don’t desire it.”

On and on they waltzed in and out through the ornate, opulent rooms of the castle. Sitting rooms, offices, guest bedrooms, kitchens, bathing rooms, ballrooms. The glittering, golden art deco pressed down against them lightly, the crystal glasses, the alabaster chandeliers glowing all around them.

Steve’s footsteps echoed out as he dashed across the wide expanse of the main ballroom, bouncing around in the air with his laughter and Eddie’s. “My God, it’s splendid! It’s simply splendid. Do you see it, Robbie?”

Eddie murmured to her, “Do you know how long I’ve dreamed of this? See how he glows?”

And he was right. The sun inside Steve- no matter how much his husband had managed to extinguish it- was once again lit up enough to provide warm, hazy light to every inch of the galaxy. 

Eddie showed off his built-in organ and its eccentric player, the inventions in his kitchens, the records in his personal sitting room. They tripped out to his beach and swam out the few yards to the floating dock tethered off the shore, laughing and gleaming the whole while. 

The affair was no expense spared- one of the butlers adjusted a massive sail over the top of the posts to build a shade, and just off the edge of the dock sat another of the butlers in a little rowboat full of anything anyone could dream of eating. There were baguettes smeared with butter and strawberry preserves, trays of Prosciutto, Gouda, Havarti, and Salami, cold grapes, apricots, raspberries the color of roses. Champagne passed around while Steve tried to drive an unblemished golf ball into the bay and instead knocked the head off the club, which sent both he and Eddie into hysterics. Robin was at one instant handed a camera and surely used up a few rolls of film as she documented the occasion.

It seemed, floating there against the sapphire ocean, that time had abruptly forgotten to attend its profession, and the three would remain young as they were that very morning for the rest of eternity. 

It came to a soft end as Steve remarked that Eddie was hot to the touch and starting to spike red in complexion, and promptly decided they must return to the shelter of the house, lest he get a nasty sunburn. Steve himself looked golden; the sun had kissed gently along his brow, the way a mother favors a child, water drops beading along his skin as he pulled himself from the water and onto the sand. 

It was quickly realized between them that Eddie had not revealed his own bedroom, and Steve asked politely if they might see it. Robin watched the exchange cheerily, for she was sure Eddie would send his right hand through an orange juicer if Steve so much as sighed the right way. 

In they danced through the billowing curtains and cool air. Robin asked impertinently how Eddie found the time to purchase the furnishes of his castle, and Eddie properly laughed. 

“I don’t buy them myself. I’ve got people hired out to do it, and I send out my signature where it’s needed. Anything I desire is less than a phone call away at any moment.” He swept open the doors to his own suite. The room was massive- rather expected at this point- with at least three-story ceilings stretching up forever and ever to reach an incredible chandelier. At about where the second floor should be, there was a great closet, built into the wall with seventy or more shelves from the lip of the balcony overhanging where they stood to as high as a man could reach, all full of fabrics and clothing of every color. 

“Why,” Eddie cried, dashing toward the black spiral staircase leading to this second half-level. “I’ve got a man in England who buys my clothes for me.”

He reached for a shelf, grasping at a handful of colored handkerchiefs, and flung one down over the balcony so that it tumbled down like a dejected leaf in late October. Steve reached to grab it before it hit the floor, and when he looked up again, there was another twirling down toward him, and another and another, and he cried out in laughter, trying frantically to retrieve them all. 

Eddie, however, had tired of the handkerchiefs and turned his attention to the neatly folded shirts all in a row. He flung them out next, one after the other, and Steve laughed and laughed over the sound of his explanations. “These are satin... flannel!... Indian cotton...”

As the shelves began to grow empty, and the armful of cloth Steve had acquired grew too heavy, Eddie paused and watched as he threw himself down on his bed, tumbling in around the clothes, shoulders shaking. Robin watched the way one watches a ticker tape parade, and she called something nonsensical to Steve’s trembling figure, the deepness of his laughter muffled by the surrounding mess of shirts. 

Eddie held tightly to the railing of the balcony for only a moment longer, before turning suddenly and racing down the stairs two at a time to meet him. 

“What is it?” He cried miserably, sinking to his knees next to him. 

Steve lifted himself, hands fisted around a particular light pink button-up, hot tears pouring from the wells in his eyes. 

“What is it?” Eddie murmured again, patiently and softly this time. He smoothed gently at his hair, wiping vainly the individual tears that trailed down his cheeks. “Tell me, sweet boy. I’ll fix it this instant.”

This only served to make Steve cry harder, until Robin was nearly sick with concern, before he mumbled out, “It makes me sad... it makes me so sad...”

Eddie looked at Robin a moment in confusion before refocusing his attention. “What does, darling?”

Steve shuddered, letting him pry the shirt from his hands and replace it with his own hands. He seemed to want to say something, to spill out some great secret upon them, and Robin watched the sudden change when Eddie’s tracing finger stumbled over the lip of Steve’s wedding ring, and whatever words found themselves on the edge of his lips died there.

Instead, he whispered wetly, “They’re just such beautiful shirts.”

Robin went to fetch someone to bring back water for the lot of them, mostly Steve, and when she returned, Eddie had crossed to the other side of the bed and relaxed against the headboard so that Steve might rest his head on his stomach. Eddie held him there with the utmost delicacy, hands running gently through Steve’s hair, to quell whatever torment Steve had chained inside himself. 

When a butler arrived with the water, he drank obediently and returned to his place against Eddie. He reached out for Robin, now perched at the foot of the bed, and took her hand weakly into his. 

She looked up to Eddie, who nodded despite the silence, and in that moment, it was decided between them that everything that afflicted Steve would be done away with at the soonest possible opportunity. 

Finally, after nearly an hour in silence, as the sun sunk slowly back into the horizon until it started to disappear entirely, and Steve’s glow leveled out into a soft haze, he murmured, “What time is it, Robbie?”

“Just after 9...” She consulted her watch.

“I’ve got to go home.” He pressed it into the air lethargically, making no effort to remove himself from Eddie’s arms. 

“Stay here tonight,” Eddie murmured into the top of his head. “Call up Nancy, tell her you’re staying.”

Steve hummed contentedly, rubbing softly up Eddie’s forearms as he entertained the thought, but ultimately decided, “I mustn’t. Billy will be so dreadfully angry with me. It was hard enough to get him to agree to this appointment with Robin.”

“Why’s that, sweet boy?” Eddie returned the significant look Robin shot him instantly, keeping perfect nonchalance in his voice. 

“Hmm...” Steve mumbled, eyes blinking in and out of sleep slowly. “I suppose he prefers to have me nearby. Perhaps he misses me.”

It was said in the way one expresses a dream, a sort of vague fantasy. A half-truth. Eddie’s eyes turned dark in the confirmation, and the look between him and Robin grew hard and determined. 

Eddie kissed the top of his head gently, then his forehead, then each temple before he began to extract them. 

He walked them all the way back to Robin’s house, folding out in the dusk- returning to his own domain- with a hand on Steve’s wrist again. It was softer this time, less to lead him and more to tie them securely together and ensure that Steve would understand they would not be separated again. 

Once Steve and Robin had been deposited on the back porch of Robin’s house, he pulled their connected hands to his lips and pressed a kiss to Steve’s hand in parting. Telling Robin he’d call her up later- once again forcing a sort of calmness that was not enforced by the look in his eyes- he started back off down the lawn. 

Steve’s driver arrived within a few minutes, and he started off towards it without a word but stopped suddenly to turn back and look at Robin on the stoop. 

“If... if he asks about today... you’ll tell him it was just us?”

Robin knew exactly which “he” he meant- not Eddie- and she nodded solemnly. 

He sighed exhaustedly and added, “It’s all so... conflicting. Difficult.” He laughed absurdly. “I needn’t explain it to you; you know just what I mean, don’t you?”

“Of course, darling,” Robin said.

He nodded with finality and disappeared within the darkness of the car.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #billy hargrove #steddie fic #steddie au #ronance #stranger things #ronance au #harringrove #abusive harringrove #steddie hurt/comfort #great gatsby au #the great gatsby #ROARING

[insomuse]

Wanna know about me. . ?

───»Ｓｏｍｎｉ

                            SFW/NSFW Blog

      Any Prns. | 19yr old. | INTP-T/J.

                      Scorpio. | DemiRom-Bi.

                         𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚜;

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𖥔 . You’re free to call me Somni or whatever you feel comfortable with.

𖥔 . I’m very straightforward. No beating around the bush, full on honesty.

𖥔 . I enjoy reading fics but recently, I cannot find the exact fic I want — So I gotta take things into my own hands.

𖥔 . If I’m not writing, I’m gaming. If I’m not gaming, I’m working. If I’m not working, the cycle repeats. But sometimes I do get sleep in.

𖥔 . Self Learning Japanese and re-learning Spanish.

          𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 & 𝚁𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜/𝙰𝚜𝚔𝚜;

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𖥔 . First and importantly; I’m not too big on the “dni minors “and such because, 1. we’ve all been there & 2. They apparently can’t read. The only thing I stress out is that; I am not responsible for what you choose to consume. That is your responsibility, not mine. My works will have the appropriate tags in the beginning for you to avoid.

But do know that this blog welcomes all (except homophobes, racists, etc ofc. . . I don’t like y’all. Shove glass up ya ass for all I care.).

𖥔 . Writing is a hobby in my spare time — I will not always post consistently and I request that you don’t send in asks about when a certain work will be updated. Because honestly, it makes me not ever want to update said work.

aAAAAKSSAAAAAAAAASSASSSSAA

𖥔 . My apologies. I disassociated trying to figure out what else to put…

But those are fine, right? That’s good enough.

Requests + Asks:

𖥔 . Please be very specific in your asks. I cannot stress this enough-

I write for:

Fem! Reader, Male! Reader, GN! Reader.

Though there are certain topics I cannot do justice to and I’d unfortunately have to turn it down or put it on hold for awhile!

But DON’T let this discourage you from sending in a request anyways!! After all, I am avidly learning about things outside my area so I can accommodate to all the lovely readers if possible!

𖥔 . I do have the right to deny requests if they seem seem to cross my invisible boundary. . . And trust, it’s very rare to make me uncomfortable. So if you manage that, re-evaluate your life choices.

𖥔 . You can request up to — hm, 4 character for each separate drabbles/headcanons.

𖥔 . I absolutely love and adore when asks are sent and it’s just people happily rambling on with their views and ideas. I love to discuss and add on. Go ahead.. it’ll be fine. I don’t bite — maybe?

𖥔 . Don’t vent… idrk know how to deal with those.

𖥔 . I will not respond to hate asks unless I’m bored — they’re funny.

          𝙵𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚖𝚜 𝙸 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝚍𝚘;

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Anime | Manga

JoJo’s Bizarre Adventures

One Piece

Spy x Family

Fullmetal Alchemist

Kaiju no.8

Haikyuu

Kengan Ashura

Soul Eater

Kemono Jihen

Demon Slayer

Dragon Ball Series

Fairy Tail

Bungou Stray Dogs

Tokyo Revengers

Undead Unluck

Games

Genshin Impact

Granblue Fantasy

Mortal Kombat

Guilty Gear

TWST|Twisted Wonderland

Cookie run..

Otomes(?)

Obey Me!

Please note that these are just what came from the top of my head… More may be added in the future.

Posted: 10/15/2022

#About me #Rules #fanfic writer #multifandom friendly #multifandom writer #no promises #unhinged overworker #idk if y’all read tags or not #but I am a sworn angst enjoyer and love to see everyone suffer #maybe some fluff #jk that’s a lie #kiss my ass #reader insert #x reader #y/n unfiltered

[doitforadamparrish]

tag 9 people you’d like to get to know better!! Tagged by @kazbiter thank u I love a tag ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

3 ships: hehe I answered this already a few days ago but it’s gonna have to be pynch, andreil and jerejean. Like I’m just insane about them all there’s no kind way to put it

first ever ship: bro same Edward and Bella or like Harry and Ginny lmaoooooooo or maybe clace. Although I always hated clary and thought she was annoying but loved jace sm

last song: mmmmmmm there’s been too many Christmas songs today but I think the last song I listened to willingly was manic by cloves

currently reading: a fic that’s basically the whole of aftg from andrews pov. Im a sucker for Andrews pov I will inhale that shit. Anyway I’m so normal btw. Aside from that I finished sea of tranquility and lie with me this week and haven’t decided what I’m going to read next before the year ends. Prob something short to round up my reading goals

currently watching: 1899 and finishing s2 of yr it’s just Marcus annoys me so much I’ve gone through it very slowly… I’m a hater at heart

currently consuming: mmm nothing at this exact moment but the last thing I had was Mozartkugeln this little round chocolates stuffed w marzipan. They’re typical from Austria and we got a bunch in Vienna

currently craving: weirdly a good cup of coffee but it’s like 8:30 pm so it’ll have to wait til tomorrow morning. Also Kürtőskalács (chimney cake? In Hungarian??) we had one today but it wasn’t fresh so I only had a lil bit. Craving one fresh & warm like just made. It’s heaven thank u

i tag @ganseybois @demidreamer @bcydbeaulieu @parrishands this is my second time doing this and I believe I already tagged y’all so feel free to ignore I literally can’t remember. Anyway merry Christmas to all those who celebrate!!!! Otherwise: merry pynchmas

#tag game

[kyuyua]

Sunrise After Sunset 🌅 Progress Update: In the works

So it’s been two years since I’ve updated Sunrise After Sunset over on Ao3 (and Wattpad) and besides answering some comments the few times I check my inbox and that one ask that kicked my brain into gear a bit, I haven’t been saying much about what my plans exactly are for working on SAS? That’s mostly because I’m paranoid and if I say things out loud I’m less likely to do them, but y’all deserve a bit of relief.

To start, nope, haven’t written anything since I went on that unannounced hiatus that faithful August 2020. SAS has been sitting in my docs collecting dust while I’ve been hopping around fandoms as usual. I get the most motivation to actually want to write something when I’m into the thing I’m writing for at the moment, and by the time school started that year I was both busy and getting into a new fandom, which was bad news for my motivation. Didn’t help that I was stuck on how to write the next chapter.

Still, like I’ve always said, I absolutely love the idea for SAS and refuse to give up on it. It just took me until I got back into One Piece wholeheartedly to start looking into it again. At the moment, I’m going to have to re-familiarize myself with One Piece and all it’s intricacies, as well as my stupid jumbled notes that I wrote in a NOTEBOOK LIKE AN IDIOT LIKE WHY ME WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT—

(sigh) Yeah no, don’t let its pristine condition fool you—the mess in there is another reason I didn’t try to pick up SAS again faster…

But anyway, once I do all that stuff, it’ll still be a while until I update new content! I plan to rewrite everything and do some major editing since there were things I’m not happy with now and even some things I disliked when I was writing the fic. It’s gonna be a lot of work, and I’m extremely lazy (if the past two years have said anything) but for SAS I’m (maybe, just a little bit) willing to work for it :’)

After the revision stuff I’m going to prepare a shit ton of chapters before publishing for y’all because you guys DESERVE new content, holy god I’m so sorry. That you’re all still waiting patiently even though I’m the most suckiest asshole of an author on the planet makes me want to work even harder for y’all to finally put your waiting to rest. If it was your plan to guilt trip me all along it’s definitely working—god I love y’all ;-;-;-; It’ll take longer to get anything out but it gives you guys a lot more content to read through in a shorter amount of time than if I were to write every chapter before publishing them like I’ve been doing.

Once I start going through the process I’ll update SAS’s status in the summary as well as make a short progress post here on Tumblr. I don’t know how many of you are even reading this essay but to those of you who are here this is all for you. I originally started writing this fic because I wanted to see the idea out on a screen with words and words to its name. It was just a little project for me, but now I have all of you to share it with and I’m so sorry for keeping so much of it away from you all for so long. You’ll have to wait a bit longer before any true updates are made to the fic, but hopefully it won’t be as long this time :))

I can’t give an exact date or even an estimate of when I’ll start publishing new chapters because I’m horrible at both keeping promises and time management. Feel free to shout at me in my asks or in the comments to make sure I’m actually being productive!!! I’ll probably be caught red-handed but that sort of thing helps me get off my ass the best—is that weird? I plan to start a new discord server specifically for SAS and any future fics I may or may not have, so be on the look out for that update post!!!

Thank you guys so much for your patience. I really don’t deserve you. Know I love and appreciate you all so so so much ^^ ❤️

#sunrise after sunset #sas #my fic #sas progress update #progress update #one piece #op #time travel fix it #lawlu #zosan #please scream at me I welcome it with open arms #any ideas you guys have are also welcome #my brain is only so big (as in not very)

[in-my-feels-probably]

y’all i haven’t written in a while 🫠 i’ve literally got like 2/3rds of a request done and just sitting in my docs, all i gotta do is wrap it up, and it’s such a good request too, it’s eventually gonna be multiple parts.

it’s not like i don’t have the time to write it either, im only taking one class rn that i don’t have to dedicate that much time too, i literally just can’t find the motivation to write it, but also i want to write it, idk that’s a weird way of explaining it.

so, who wants to give me motivation 😌 kidding, but seriously, if y’all are excited for it i’ll for sure get back to it and all the requests i have. i should probably tell y’all what the request is too…

i’ll give a sneak peak. so, it’s the marauders era, and the reader is a slytherin and regulus black’s twin. it’s basically gonna follow them and their relationship, as well as being sirius’s brother and the strain on it when he leaves home and the reader stays at home.

i’m kinda going into the darker stuff and the war, it’s a long complicated request that i haven’t 100% planned out, all i have written out is like flashbacks to childhood and the build up to the main parts of the request, but i think it’ll be really good once i finally get back into it.

so, i hope y’all are excited. also, i have a few other marauders era request lined up, and i can get one or two of those done if y’all want them first instead of me getting out parts of this series, im good with either.

anyways, this was too long but i felt like ranting, if you read all this, thanks, and feel free to comment (or scroll past, that’s all good too lol), i just wanted to give a little update :)

#harry potter #wattpad #harry potter imagines #marauders imagine #marauders #sirius black #regulus black #slytherin

[babovens]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

EEEEEEE thanks for the tag @toastytoaster22!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

Five! All one-shots (because multi chapter scares me)

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count?

23,559 (wooo!)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Mob Psycho 100 (at least that’s what I post).

I’ve got WIPs for Mother 3, Persona 5, Breaking Bad, The Avengers, Pokemon, Danny Phantom, and Super Mario Galaxy.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Let Go (which I wrote in a day lol)

Philophobia (the fic that was free therapy)

Yoroshiku Matsuoka San (the first I posted!)

Off Button (another wrote it a day)

It Should Have Been Me (my one Mother 3 fic because that fandom is tinyyyyyyyyy haha)

5. Do you respond to comments?

YES! Or I try to anyways haha. I’m so thankful when people not only read my story and kudos it, but then take the time to WRITE A COMMENT?!?

Y’all are doing God’s work out there.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

“It Should Have Been Me” for sure, though none of my fics have straight up “bad” endings. There’s at least a little hope in each one. But with Mother 3 having the whole “Tanetane Island” business, it’s a rough night for all the kiddos after that 🫠

“Philophobia” and “Let Go” are close seconds with hopeful endings.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

“Yoroshiku Matsuoka-san”, the fic based off of the one and only “Issho” by Toasty! It’s still the longest fic I’ve ever written, sitting at almost 12k, and it’s still my fave I’ve posted. It’s all kinds of fluff (with only one angst scene) and ends with Reigen tucking Teru into bed and then giving him the safest, warmest hug 🥺

8. Do you get hate on fics?

LOL I’m not known enough in the fandom to get hate, and I hope I never am 🤣

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes, but I keep those fics to myself. Even then, I wouldn’t consider them “smut,” and more like “graphic sex is present in this story, but it’s less about the sex and more about the emotions the characters are feeling.”

Most of them are safe ways for me to explore any type of sexual feelings I have while also sorting out what exactly it is I’m feeling. Because of this, most of them center around asexuality and kinks I’m curious about.

10. Do you write crossovers?

YEEEEES! Yes yes yes! I haven’t posted any, but I have WIPs of:

Super Mario Galaxy x Mother 3 (because Lucas needs a mom and that mom is Rosalina)

Earthbound x Mob Psycho 100 (Psychic kiddo meets psychic kiddo)

Danny Phantom x The Avengers (because I think science obsessed Danny and Bruce Banner would get along preeetty well.)

Breaking Bad x Mob Psycho 100 x The Avenegers (I’m not gonna explain this one. It’s for one of my best friend’s eyes only XD)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of (please don’t 😢)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of (please do 🤩)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nah, not a fanfiction. Ngl, that sounds like a nightmare.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Oh Terumob no question XD

Well, I say that, but I have The Big Three which I like all for different reasons.

Ash x Misty (Pokeshipping) for being my very first ship, and it will always have a special place in my heart. (The fluff ship, if you will.)

Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanov (Brutasha) because there is SOOOOOO much potential with these two that the MCU just threw in the garbage and I’m MAD ABOUT IT! I’m writing and drawing what I WANT TO SEEEEEEE!!! (Aka, the angst ship)

And then Terumob, which has been the source of some of the best, most heartbreaking fics I’ve ever read. Get these kids some love. (The perfect blend between angst and fluff).

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Hmmmm not doubt I will, but it’ll take me years XD

It’s “Adrift,” which is my love letter to my favorite fairy tales, musicals, romance tropes, and just life itself.

I can’t see myself finishing it until I’m older though. Simply because the ending is supposed to represent how everything in life will work out in the end, and that there is a plan for each and every everyone of us in life…

… but I don’t know how that ends. I don’t know how my own life story ends, so how am I supposed to know how this one does?

16. What are your writing strengths?

I’m not sure if it’s my strength, but I love writing dialogue!

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Ahdkfhsldjf The process of actually writing and not just daydreaming 🤣

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Well, since most of my fave shows are from Japan, that would be wild to write all the dialogue in Japanese haha. I’m similar to what Toasty said, where if there isn’t a translation for the word in English, I use the Japanese word with Romaji. I also try to use Japanese Honorifics to the best of my ability.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Super Mario Galaxy! I wrote it for a project in 5th grade lol.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Hmmmmm… finished fic would be “Yoroshiku Matsuoka-san” because I love that it made so many people smile!

But my favorite WIP is both the BB X MP100 x Marvel crossover and “Adrift”. Both fics fit into the category of “I’m writing what I’ve always wanted to read.”

#babs babbles #reblog game #I love writing and miss it so much 😞 #my brain is just mush

[the-theatre-swiftie]

“so basically i’m just a liar” -Conan Gray, and me right now, writing this post

wow. i’m very unreliable. i don’t really have an excuse for this one. the end of the school year, for me, is inching closer—4 and a half days, not like i’m counting or anything—and even though i’m done with my exams and everything, so there’s no more work-related stress, people are still going out of their ways to make my life miserable—you think i’m being overdramatic, but it’s true, i promise you. i just want the school year to end so that i can be with the people i love who i know aren’t fake friends and who actually give more than two craps about me and my feelings.

anyways, now that we’re done with that mini rant, let’s see….no The Girl updates as of right now.

when i tell you Taylor Alison Swift is the only thing that’s gotten me through this school year, i’m being completely serious. i know she’s had the same experiences as i have (i’m actually listening to The Best Day as i write this), and—CRINGE WARNING—i know that if she were here, she’d probably tell me to just keep going, push through, and then it’ll be over, and i’m home free. so that’s what i’m doing. it’s really hard, though. i cried in front of all my favorite teachers yesterday (the music, art, and dance teachers at my school) while i was telling them about what’s been going on this school year. i just…i feel out of place. people have always said that i’m very mature for my age, but i didn’t realize HOW mature until i met my classmates. the most immature people i have ever met. i have friends, but lately i’ve been finding myself sitting alone in home room and walking alone in PE. walking alone to and from classes. and all of my best friends, who are more like family, are the ones i do theatre with, but none of them go to my school. so i spend 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, being alone, more or less. i’ve never had any forms of anxiety before this school year. but i now have really, really bad social anxiety. i constantly feel like i’m doing things wrong or saying things wrong, and i have to make mental lists of people i know for sure like me, and aren’t fake. i’ve also grown up very dependent on the approval of others, so that’s part of it. most of the time i just listen to Taylor and tune everything else out. i wish that worked all the time.

anyways, thanks for reading my longer-than-expected rant. love y’all!!!!!! byeeeeee!!!!!

@taylorswift @taylornation @tickpick-blog

#taylor swift #i love you taylor #swifties #taylornation #tickpick