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i-bring-crack · 11 months

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This is very random, but on a scale of 1 to 10 how would you rate the Solo Leveling characters in terms of hotness

Hi sorry for the long wait and long analysis post this is going to be!

Also you don't need to read all of it! It's fine! I put the pics there for a reason!

Well after this whole thing I can say that even I disagree with myself as to how I put them up on the scale, but its the best i could do. So there definetly might be disagreements bc I have to come clear about this:

I am in fact not attracted to fictional characters.

Okay it's kind of sketchy, I'm attracted to their personalities more than the whole characteristic itself because *waves hands* well I'm just not into superficial physiques. I say they are hot, sexy and stuff like it's a normal thing for me to say, and because genuinely thats what they were drawn to do but honestly it's hard for me to be attracted to some that way, much less fictional characters. And if someone else says they are hot I be like "yup yes absolutely look at them hips! Face! Princess type!" While like, not caring at all. It's why my change of hotness is also never clear. I can say I like himbos just as I can say I like petite little girls to monster fukery. And it will all be true in the end because 1)fiction and 2)the more I write about them and inmerse myself in their story the more I feel like I have a certain connection to those characters which makes me ACTUALLY like them.

So biased opinion wise: they all a 10 fr (And Antares is a hella 11 he can fuck Ashborn ra—)

Anyways !

SL Scale by Sexyness!

First though, some general rules:

I don't think I might be able to put anyone 6/10 or lower, that kinda has to do with the fact that they were all meant to look good by the artists bc, well, they wanted everyone to be engaged in the characters.

I will try to base the Sexyness meter as a heriarchy of one another: like just because I put a character on 8 doesn't mean it's an 8/10 or but rather he is less sexy than the one at 9.

10s are at the very top of character design for me while 9s are somewhat less than 10s and 8s are less than 9s, like so.

Also I can only do like 10 people sadly bc photos don't let me get past 10, so I will do like 2 people on the tens, 2 on the 9s, 2 on 8s... and so forth until the 6.

Si like:

10— Perfect gender envy

9— God they are hot

8—sexy smexy

7— more cool than sexy

6— the vanilla kind of sexy

Really sexyness is pretty hard to describe for me bc everyone fits in their own way to something as long as they are like, clean. But at the same time sexyness does vary a lot by perspective alone and attractiveness in it of itself. I'm going crazy and I probably sound too off putting with this sorry! So imma start—

First off: The Tens

They may sound like honest default but honestly they also had the best jobs done characterization-wise because of how basic yet elegant they can be. In part, something that isn't too over the top but at the same time isn't too toned down which is what makes for that personal goal of being able to look like them or project on to them. The gender envy on them is real, especially because Solo Leveling took a lot of the elements of Isekai and with it came the "bland protagonist" trope. But when it transitioned to manwha the bland protagonist suddenly turned into someone you wanted to be: someone muscular and flexible, someone that shares the same looks as normal people but makes them attractive...

Also he looks like a K pop idol, and it's already wide known just how much they love those kinds of men.

So 10 out of 10.

And then there is Cha Hae In which is more towards the attractive "waifu" love part rather than a projection to one's self— like it can be, but it does take a lot of tastes with what the target audience for SL wants, i.e blonde and somewhat curvy but still skinny. Looks tall but still not too tall, long legs, at the last chapter she has a long hair which is also pretty sought out.

Also they can both pull off a masc and fem energy which is a bonus too bc they can reach more diversed looks! Androginy for real is really awesome in characters due to all the kinds of vibes than give off without being put of by their physique or thinking that it doesn't work well. Now I do think many aren't necessarily unattractive due to not wearing clothing asking by fashion standards. I mean, anyone thirsts over characters in a maid outfit, even the butchiest of muscular men, yet the change in fashion between men and women is still quite spaced out outside of Fandom circles or just cosplay circles as a whole, which is why an androgony kind of look that can go for both kinds of gender envy is quite seen as more sexy, at least in this chart.

Nines

Forgive me for adding a minor character but honestly I think Kanae Tawata's character seems to be one of the best for me! She tends to cover a lot of differences that CHI has the opposite off [black hair-Blonde, muscular- Thin, vibrant eyes- dull calm eyes, long hair- short] and at the same time it happens to look great on her, but what brings it down a point is probably the fact that she gives off more elegance than pure sexyness. I think the most elegance that is brought over is for the hime haircut that she has, but still she could pull of a 9.5 in other kinds of hairstyles too, like her and CHI really are close in terms of sexyness. (Also she excludes more dom vibes, where as Hae In is more sub and dom vibes what a versatile bitch i swear—)

I think the same could be said for Woo Jin Chul, the same terms for sexyness do apply despite also having various differences with Jin Woo in terms of appearance, but still manages to pull off his own kind of hotness in the same way, but once again his character also falls a lot more with the elegant type, this time I think it was more intentional since for the most part the clothes he wears are suits, longer sleeved shirts, and other more covered up clothes (what a slut) than like the rest of the characters.(what are you covering up for huh? So other men can take that off you? Hoe)

The Eights

Okay so why did I put resident sexiest characters of the seires at an eight? Am I blind? (yes, sexually) am I dumb?

But in all seriousness, I put down Zhigang up a notch not because I think he's unsexy, but rather, it's because of his hair *gets shot* wait hold on! I don't mean the length of his hair at all, that actually would put him on a firm 10 if I were to pick at random, but rather because of the whole messyness of it. In different aspects it does work, like the picture above, it's not much, it works well to describe his character and it genuinely does make him look like a diva, but it's also really hard to pull it off completely good, even for the artist. There are some panels where his hair is too long that it starts to look wrong on him or makes him look like a wild anime character (which I'm sorry it's a hard no 💀) so I'm fine with him having his beautiful long hair, I'm not fine with the way it tends to just poof out a lot that it tends to give it a worse look than before. He is still sexy, but there needs to be like a defined volume withing those strands please D": It can probably work even more if he let's his hair down too, that way the strands aren't too much to bare but the effect of it is still shown. The same goes for his built, that genuinely I don't know how it changes per season from stacked to thin. It does definelty have so.ething to do with black suits as said in this post, but when paired to Jin woo in other panels they also seem to have almost the same structure, which — I thought he would be around Thomas physique rather than Jin woo's, lmao he looks like a mix of both. Still men with long hair and those kinds of eyebrows are a big bonus which is why he isn't lowered. Although irl I don't know if that kind of look would attract normal people that aren't fans of cosplays or elves so :v.

As for Esil, I don't think she could pass for a lot of the sexyness tests, she might look the type of oh sexy demon vampire! But for me she had more characteristics that make her ought to be a more cute/naive type of character than a sexy one like in the rest of media. At first I think she does have a more kind of "sexy" considering all the sharp likes in her design, like the armor and the eye marks, but legit as she changes sides and puts on the black suit, suddenly the shape gets more rounder as she wears less padding that's sharp and also the huge offers a contrast that makes her look smaller and thus more innocent in the eyes of the viewer. I think that's funny but a great key design honestly considering her personality, because her appearance WAS the major factor of why she lived, the reason that Jin woo decided to spare her life despite being very tricky and a backstabber to both him and her race. Good on her fr. But yeah she was a good design overall as someone who is "cute" because if it was made sexy it will likely look more like a female-fatale as thus probably not pass as a good figure that keeps it word to Jin Woo. Sexyness after all is often times used in media as a way to stray others rather than repent since you don't see a lot of sexy characters who tend to be insecure or ashamed of themselves and instead use that beauty to its advantage. Esil wasn't that kind of character, she never tried to seduce him, she wanted to apologize for her actions, she fought him head on, she dragged him back to her home despite being unaware of his army in his shadows. All those things were why I focused on her being more cute than sexy. Also her big round eyes are more leaning towards cute and small than the cat like eyes of say Hae In and Kanae. The purple hair is a good factor on her though, and so are the fang teeth, red marks and eyes, and the long ears often associated with vamps. Still I think I prefer Esil more than the typical sexy vampire because– well the trope reversal! She gets to be someone that doesn't use her looks to lure but to show that she is a different species likewise.

Genuine attractiveness to these two because they are quite rare designs that i like the pop of it! Lou Zhigang does give me more danmei vibes but I love Esils kind of cuteness that takes away the sexy vamp trope.

The Sevenths

Let's start with Laura and her ability to just be cool right of the bat! And I think it catches that essence more than it does for Hae In. She does still have the same characteristics as her and can pull it off, but as the rest go downwards it's hard to describe if she's that much of a sexy idol. I think they just pull off more of a cool vibe than anything. Can she wear different kinds of outfits and pull it off? Yeah, but it would also take away her whole character of who she is which is more of a professional rather than a character that one could be interested in. Her appearance is also quite common within the US so it's not quite rare or unique as it is in the case of, well say, Hae In, so withing her location it's not quite as much of a stand out as it is in other places.

I do think the sense of elegance and normalcity also applies to Goto Ryuji. For different enjoyers it's definelty a 10 but in terms of sexyness by itself it's kind hard to pintpoint for me if it will be good top 10. Like the qualities are fine, he is sexy in his own right but when it goes to pull off a casual sexy (say a pair of short sleeves, normal wear) it doesn't fit his looks well. It's just... eh? Like my favorites parts of him was when he was with the armor and the suit on rather than the loose baggy t shirt and jacket he had when he fought jin woo.

Like for these two I don't immediently think "Oh god they are sexy" but more of a "Oh they are quite good looking, yet it seems they mostly are here to act professional." It works for Laura because that her whole main characteristic, it's not being attracted to anyone (Out of the few girls that appear in Solo Leveling too she also isn't one to thrist after Jin Woo, which thank you queen, I needed that. For that you and Kanae have my respect.) And mainly looking a things through a business perspective (while also having a sentimental side with Thomas, which is nice, it's not the "assistant having a crush on boss" trope it's rather the whole female-male platonic friendship that despite being business partners still feels somewhat real when the The "get along or worry about each other, again not for any kind of unspoken feelings but because they have been together for a long time as friends and coworkers")

It also works for Ryuji because their traits where to make people be fooled by their appearance. He seemed like someone who would be level headed and professional, but in fact was really resistant to thinking of others as better than himself and was very egotistical.

The Sixths

They both feel more like they would be the kind of love interests in Doramas especially in the way the get to dress themselves. I can see that some aspects would be sexy for Lennart if his hair was more of a wavy kind of look rather than a pure straight cut. The same I would probably say about Ju Hee, her aspects make her look more like cute-special kind of girl, especially with such bright colors like the orange hair and the blue eyes. There really isn't much for me to say about them as sexy but I think a lot of their characteristics could fit the the shy cute or pastel-sweetheart esthetic fro. Romcoms. For Juhee it's a given, she is bearly in her 20s, she is somewhat of a first friend trope, naturally scared and also a healer with soft features to represent her kind nature. For Lennart it's a small comparison of a cat like eyes due to his sharp sense of sight, but blonde look to represent its European, and since he is made out to be a small force compared to Thomas Andre (when facing against the Beast Monarch) the height and blue faint one-color palettes can make a good contrast to how colorful and big Thomas can be.

Um anyways than you for reading all of that, if you did... I really did like a lot of these character designs so it got me to be like this... :"v

#cha hae in #sung jin woo #woo jin chul #kanae tawata #ashborn lmao #liu zhigang #esil radiru #the true 10a for me are Antares and Ashborn tho just for the sake of how much their designs could change and the whole ass lore that i have #for them #because see i do tend to characterize more attractiveness with character persepective rather than pure physical beauty as a whole #instead of being normal and saying chart numbers i decided i needed to analyse the fuck out of them #like really im—#goto ryuji #lennart niermann #lee ju hee #laura Solo Leveling

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confuzzled-crow77 · 4 months

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Brian Kelly School Headcanons

Gleaming the Cube (1989) is a crazy, skateboarding movie where the main character, Brian Kelly, does not get enough credit for being beautiful (and also solving his brother's murder and being an expert skateboarder and other unimportant stuff like that). Some of these are kind of a given just from watching the movie; if you feel like I'm mischaracterizing (word??) him, please, please, please tell me.

Given the obvious stares and looks of shock when he did his drastic (-pasty, snotty-) change, he's pretty well known in the school to be the bad boy skater.

He'd be the class clown, purposefully interrupting class (although he'd either dial it down or all the way up in his few classes with Vinh).

Some would like him because he'd burn class time debating about the teacher's choice in chalk or making a ruckus with his friends; before the teacher would know, class is over, the bell rang, and half the students are out the door before they could give homework because of Brian.

It might just be me, but I think I'd be on his not-fantastic side because I'd walk to the wrong side of the sidewalk to get out of his way. He's zipping past on his skateboard and yelling for people to move to get to school and I'd panic and take thirty seconds to decide which way to go. Just me? ...okay. Anyway, moving on-

He and Vinh both have pretty large friend groups of people who are like them; those two friend groups have plenty of people who don't like each other, since one is a skater gang of upstarts and class clowns and the other is a study group of top students. Whenever there are feuds, Brian either ignores it or makes a show of talking to and fistbumping Vinh to half-signal to his friend and Vinh's friend to chill tf out.

To the ones who give him dirty looks in the hallway, he gives a passive aggressive smile and a little wave, which usually catches the attention of his friends. Under the stare of a friend group containing 6 '3 Tony Hawk, they turn away quickly.

Fidgets with his earring, either jangling it around, or pulling it in and out. This is when he's extremely bored and got separated from his friends.

All teachers dread him. He's the one with the reputation that transcends grades. There was an instance where a teacher, very wary and strict to him, was on the good side of Vinh, and he asked Brian to stop picking little fights with the teacher. Brian reluctantly agreed and then started to volunteer to hand out papers before class and such, and the teacher became even more wary and suspicious of him.

The Shakespeare section was Hell to him. Vinh tried to help by quoting it in random situations and asking Brian what it meant; he just burst out laughing at how stupid he sounded.

All his presentations where he got to choose what he did was on skating or punk music; he finally had a 100% to show his parents.

Wasn't a glue drinking kid; he gnawed on pencils, though.

More concerned with tossing shoes out of his closet to find the pair he wants than combing his hair. More concerned with putting milk before cereal (I'm kidding! I'm kidding! Then he'd deserve to go to jail /hj Maybe, I don't know- kidding!) than remembering to grab the crumpled homework on the table.

Has probably started a mass cafeteria food fight; one orange slice hit him in the side of the face and then he started the next world war.

Actually really good at fundraisers, since he's an extroverted boi and a lot of people know him from skateboarding all around town.

Everybody has at least a sliver of an opinion on him. The school is cleanly split into two: slightly negative and slightly positive. Slightly negative comes from the people who know him as, "The Loud Kid who Almost Ran me over this Morning." The slightly positive people are the ones who either hate school and like him wasting class, or the ones who take one look at him and agree with me: he's peak gender envy (I mean, that time was around when that kind of style was getting popular [I think]).

After Vinh died and the canon movie ends, I like to think that he went back to his more skater boy style but still tried harder to get good grades. Whenever he gets a good score, before showing his parents or friends or Tina, he goes to Vinh’s grave to proudly show him.

#Brian Kelly #Brian Kelly Gleaming the Cube #Gleaming the Cube #Gleaming the Cube (1989)

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motherjoel · 3 years

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hot cocoa (spencer reid x reader)

summary: spencer accidentally spills some of penelopes famous hot cocoa onto a beautiful stranger in the airport (who just so happens to be sitting next to him on the plane)

a/n: this one takes place during the holidays but its not all about xmas! also i tried to make this gender neutral and i think it is but if i missed something let me know

wc: 2.2k

warnings/includes: reader curses a lot & has flight anxiety, spencer is awkward and sweet

Spencer was rarely late- even when he had food poisoning from some bad chinese food, he made it into work with time to spare. Sure, he might have turned green at the sight of the evidence board, but he even made it to the trash can in time. His punctuality had come into question today, however, as he booked it to the boarding area. I shouldn’t have let Garcia distract me, he thought back to the holiday party at the office. Well, surprise party- they had all returned from a case sore and exhausted, but of course Penelope had baked an entire array of cookies and decorated the office to the brim. He stayed for one cup of hot cocoa, which turned into three, and before he knew it, his flight was an hour away. With his travel mug filled with cocoa in hand, he awkwardly ran through the airport to catch his flight home to Vegas.

Spencer never considered himself a coordinated person- sure, he had to have a certain level of finesse to be an FBI agent, but if he wasn’t a genius he never would have passed the physical. So when he found himself tripping over his own feet in the middle of an airport, he wasn’t as much surprised as he was perturbed. That annoyance soon shifted into pure embarrassment when he looked up to see you- the ethereal being he had just spilled Penelope’s famous hot cocoa onto. The beautiful person whose “I <3 DC” sweatshirt was now stained an unattractive shade of brown. His mind went completely blank in that moment, the apology he had wished to conjure up lying dead on his tongue. As he began to stammer in shock he stopped in his tracks- you were laughing. A noise Spencer swears could find world peace and end world hunger. A voice that finally encouraged Spencer to find his own.

“I am so sorry,” he apologized, hands frantically flying to his personal pack of tissues he kept in his bag. You continued to laugh, doubled over as you accepted the wad of tissues.

“Oh, it's okay,” you said, taking a deep breath. “God, I definitely seem insane. Sorry, I’ve just been having one hell of a shitty day,” you began to explain, confusing Spencer even more. “So my boyfriend breaks up with me the morning of my flight across the country, which I’m running a bit late for,” you continued, glancing at your watch. “But I have to go home for the holidays of course so I pack my shit and head out anyway, but I forget a sweatshirt! I’m freezing cold so I buy this overpriced ugly thing,” you gestured to your now-stained sweatshirt. “Only for you to spill your…” you sniffed the mess, “hot cocoa?” you questioned, Spencer nodded frantically, “all over it. I guess that's one way of warming up,” you huffed.

“Wow, I- um, I don’t really know what to say. I’m really sorry about your day being bad. And for spilling my drink on you, of course, um,” he reached into his suitcase and pulled out his backup cardigan. “Here, take this,” he said, almost shoving the knitwear into your hands. “Please, it’s the least I can do,” he said, unintentionally flashing what Prentiss called his “puppy dog eyes.” He exhaled in relief as you grabbed the sweater from him, sliding off your stained hoodie and replacing it with his soft and coffee-scented cardigan.

“Thanks. And I’m sorry for dumping my days' trauma on you, but I really do have a flight to catch, so,” you gestured towards the boarding area (which just so happened to be his designated boarding area). You rushed off to board the plane after giving him a tight-lipped smile and a soft wave, leaving him in a dazed state. Breaking out of his trance, he grabbed his suitcase and continued his beeline towards the plane.

There was something about you that stuck with Spencer- although it may not have been your proudest moment, he was incredibly intrigued by you and the way you reacted to disaster. Spencer had seen his fair share of terrible coping mechanisms, but the way you laughed in the face of tragedy was something he admired- envied, almost. Envy wasn’t the right word for it, there were no negative connotations he associated with the way he felt about you. Perhaps it was too soon to tell.

He breathed a sigh of relief as he stepped onto the plane, the anxiety of missing his flight finally lifted. Said anxiety was soon replaced by a new feeling that was ruled by a flutter in his chest, one that he had only experienced a few times in his life. This fluttery feeling was the result of seeing you planted in the seat directly next to the one written on his plane ticket. His breath caught in his throat as you looked up from the book in your hand, giving him a small wave. His eyes widened as he looked around, wondering if you were actually waving at him. You laughed and looked back down at your book, a soft smile rested on your lips. As Spencer got closer to his seat he could feel his heart rate picking up. You looked up from your book as he struggled slightly to lift his carryon into the overhead compartment. His cheeks heated up in embarrassment over the struggle, but he eventually managed to secure his carryon, taking a seat in 32 B.

“So we meet again,” you smiled at the disheveled man next to you.

“So we do,” Spencer smiled and grabbed his copy of Les Miserables from his backpack- he lost track of how many times he had read it, but it was an easy plane read for him.

“I’m Y/N, by the way. Sorry, I probably should’ve introduced myself earlier after telling you my life story. I just didn’t expect to be sitting next to you,” you said with amusement.

“I’m Spencer, and no problem. Hows, um, the sweater?” he asked, trying to continue the conversation. Normally he’d be a quarter through his book by now, but you were a rare something that was more interesting to him than Victor Hugo.

“It’s great! Cozier than my ‘I heart DC’ hoodie for sure,” you laughed and Spencer swore he heard angels singing.

“I’m glad, I felt really bad. Hot chocolate is actually a really difficult stain to remove because it has fat, sugar, tannins, and protein. It would take a lot of work to remove that stain, especially with the chocolate to milk ratio Penelope uses,” Spencer rambled, the embarrassment setting in the second he closed his mouth.

“Penelope?” you asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh, she's my coworker. She’s known for her hot chocolate and her cookies. Oh!” Spencer remembered the plastic bag of cookies Garcia had sent him home with. “Want one? They’re chocolate chip,” he said, grabbing the bag of cookies and holding it out to you.

“Sure,” you laughed, taking a bite of the surprisingly delicious cookie. “Oh. My. God. That is incredible! This Penelope person has a gift,” you laughed, finishing the cookie surprisingly fast.

“I’ll be sure to let her know,” Spencer smiled, taking a cookie for himself. A comfortable silence ensued as the two of you munched on your cookies, the plane almost done boarding.

“So, what brings you to Vegas?” you asked. Spencer was a little confused as to why you wanted to talk to him, but he decided not to question the anomaly.

“Oh, I’m visiting my mother for the holidays. I work at Quantico in Virginia so I don’t get to see her too often,” he shared, surprised at his willingness to be open.

“That’s nice! I’m kinda doing the same, except I am not returning to DC,” you sighed. Spencer felt his heart drop as he internally begged for you to elaborate, and as if reading his mind, you continued. “That boyfriend I mentioned earlier was kinda my only reason for moving here, and now that he's a cheating jackass- sorry, oversharing again, um, now that we broke up, I’ll probably just stay in Vegas,” you explained, opening the book in front of you and mindlessly flipping through the pages. He focused on the chipped nail polish painted on your bitten nails as you turned the pages, eyes moving to the title of the book.

“Le Petit Prince?” he asked, pointing at your book.

“Oh, yeah. I’m trying to teach myself some french so I’m reading this to get a little better,” you smiled before your eyes drifted down to the thick book in his lap. “You’re reading Les Mis?” you asked, slightly shocked at the french writing on the cover.

“Yeah, well it's my.... fourth, I think, time reading it. Well, in the original french,” he said, oblivious to his accidental brag.

“Damn, are you a genius or something?” you laughed, noticing the blank stare on Spencer’s face. “Wait. You are,” you pointed at him, your shock turning into joy.

“Well, technically, I am I guess,” he smiled awkwardly, trying not to flaunt his intelligence.

“That’s so cool! God, maybe if I was a genius I could get past the first chapter of this book,” you huffed, looking defeatedly at your book once again.

“May I ask, why are you learning French? It’s the fourth most important language behind Mandarin Chinese, Spanish and German. That’s just my opinion, of course,” he said, slightly flustered by the look on your face.

“Yeah, I guess it's not the most practical. But there's something so romantic about France, you know?” you asked and he nodded, blushing lightly. “I’ve always wanted to visit Paris, hell, maybe even live there. It’s stupid,” you laughed, brushing a piece of hair behind your ear.

“No, it’s not. It’s called the city of love for a reason,” he said with a tight-lipped smile. You were both silent for a moment before the flight attendants began their safety announcements and prepared for takeoff. Spencer noticed you stiffen as the engine started to rumble and the plane got faster. “Are you okay?” he asked as you shut your eyes tightly together.

“Yeah, yes, um. I just have really bad flight anxiety,” you confessed, eyes remaining closed. The plane lifted off the ground and you sucked in a deep breath, instinctively reaching over to grab Spencer's hand. All thoughts of germs and disease had completely left his mind at your touch- facts and logic meant nothing at this point if it meant you wouldn’t let go. “Could you just um, distract me?” you asked, peeking at him from the corner of your eye, hand still clutching his.

“Oh, yeah of course,” he said, thinking quickly for a distraction before grabbing the book from your lap and opening it to the first page. In perfect french, he began to read. “Lorsque j’avais six ans j’ai vu, une fois, une magnifique image…” he read for almost an hour before he felt your head relax on his shoulder, eyes closed. He continued to read for a bit longer before the lull of sleep pulled him under as well, your touch comforting him and providing safety.

Spencer woke a few hours later with a start to the seatbelt light beeping on. Gathering his bearings he looked to his left to see you already awake, looking at him with a smile.

“You’re cute when you sleep. Snore a bit, though,” you laughed and yawned, looking out the window. Spencer's heart rate picked up at your mussed hair and dazed expression. “Thank you for reading to me. I’m completely chill now,” you reassured him.

“Oh, no problem. Also, I’m not the only one who snores,” he quipped, a soft smirk on his lips.

“Hey, gimme a break! That was the most I’ve slept in days,” you defended.

“Believe it or not, me too,” Spencer realized, surprised that he slept more on an airplane than in his own bed. Maybe that difference was you.

“Looks like we’re almost landing,” you noticed, causing a pang in Spencer’s chest.

“Oh. Yeah, I guess so,” he acknowledged with a slight tone of disappointment.

“Hey. So this might sound crazy, but what if I gave you my number? And while you’re still in Vegas, maybe we can hang out? Sorry if this is too forward,” you cringed in embarrassment.

“No!” he started, eyes wide.

“Oh, okay. I shouldn’t have asked,” you immediately took back your statement.

“No! I mean, it's not too forward. I, uh would love to… hang out with you,” Spencer said, the words seeming unfamiliar on his tongue. The smile you gave him seemed to stop the earth for a few seconds (although Spencer knew this was scientifically impossible, something about you defied laws of science).

The plane soon landed and numbers were exchanged, and one unexpected (but lovely) goodbye hug was given, and Spencer was floating. He couldn’t wait to tell his mom.

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gaytobymeres · 3 years

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Rating some of Raffles’ outfits based on how much gender envy they make me feel

Because I am once again bored <3

Brown suit no. 301

He has so many brown suits. I think it must be the 70s’ influence. Despite the brown I actually rather like this outfit, huge fan of the fit and if you know me at all you know I’m a slut for a waistcoat. The shade of brown is very lovely actually. I also really love the chain and the wee flower he always wears (pocket watches and flowers are two things we should bring back into everyday fashion asap). Makes me feel a fair bit of gender envy, and bonus points for the pose. 8.5/10

Drama Queen

Love this look but it makes me feel very little gender envy. The cloak looks cosy af though. 5/10 because of how he procured it.

Grey Suit

Big fan. Looks classic. Simple. Clean. The slightly darker shade of grey used for the trim adds interest and definition (though it does remind me of my school blazer a wee bit, except that was black with optional purple trim. Gross, I know). I like that this suit is light in colour and also that it’s not brown. Makes me feel a fair degree of gender envy. 9/10.

Ronald McDonald

Now I know how Jeeves feels. -5/10. The only time this blazer would be cute is if Bunny were to wear it (because they are bfs obvs).

EDIT I HAVE SEEN THE ERROR OF MY WAYS my lesbian self wants this blazer. 9/10 because it still makes me think of Ronald McDonald lol

Green Smoking Jacket My Beloved

I want this So Badly you don’t even know. It’s looks so plush and lovely and it’s green which makes it even better. Very flattering. Tbh I don’t feel much gender envy so much as I feel just envy in general for the jacket itself. 7/10 because most of my envy is actually just regular envy.

Beige.

Another brownish suit. Ngl this probably only makes me feel gender envy because I love waistcoats and want a made-to-measure or bespoke suit more than anything. Might need to turn to crime to afford one tho :/ I like the contrast of the cravat with the lightness of the suit, and I adore his wee flower as always. As usual he looks stunning and I want to look like him. 9/10.

Hhghgghhh

Why is this so sexy and why do I want to look like him???? Why?! I think it’s the hair. It has to be. Eboy middle part bangs before it was cool. I love his necktie thingy, and the overall dishevelment is so exquisite I love it. 10/10.

2 grey 2 suit

Okay I’m not entirely sure that this isn’t the same grey suit as earlier, merely it’s sans jacket. However I would like you to consider: sleeves. I’m obsessed with this look. With no jacket in the way I can freely admire the waistcoat, and admiring waistcoats is one of my favourite hobbies. And also to reiterate, SLEEVES. Literally his sleeves were all I could focus on in this scene lmao. He looks very elegant, kind of like a racing greyhound maybe. 11/10.

Cosy Contortionist

He looks so delightfully cosy and rumpled here I love it. Love his hair so so much too. I’m a huge fan of wearing a jumper over a shirt, great simple classic comfy combo. Perfect for any occasion including bank robbery. 12/10.

Evening Wear <3

He’s so graceful and elegant and handsome ugh!! I can’t fully articulate my thoughts on this one my brain is just repeating “I want to look like that” over and over again. He just looks So Good in formal evening wear it’s unreal actually. I’m not into men but for him I would possibly reconsider. Most of all though I just want to look like him. Obsessed with him. 15/10.

#he actually has so many outfits?? I had to leave a fair few out rip #crime and cricket #aj raffles #long post #so sorry but I am so bored and needed a distraction #I did this with bertie wooster and that was very fun #so I decided to do it with raffles <3 #emma spraffs #I make posts with a target audience of one (me <3)

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dzamie-oc · 3 years

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okay so I decided to make my own post rather than send an ask to @miniaturemallow, because it grew from a silly prompt to a minific. So, inspired by “who knows where you'll end up whilst sharing a bed with them” in their g/t dating dangers post:

Length: ~1k words Rating: M (vocabulary is the only reason this isn’t an X) Sex and Gender: Any/Any and Any/Any Sizes: either human/borrower (borrower POV) or giant/human (human POV) Species: human or anthro for both “You” and the bigger one

Minors DNI, please. You can check out my other stuff, but this is rated M for a reason.

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You idly kick your legs back and forth, off the side of their bedside table. It gives you an excellent view of their back while they change for bed, and as much as you may prefer them to turn around... this is nice. You aren’t sure whether them avoiding putting on their pajamas until after they were in nothing but their shorts was just for your enjoyment, or out of their own habit, but a sly glance back at you confirms that they at least know what they're doing to you.

Man, you could explore that landscape for hours. Literally, as you had found to their great amusement, that one date where you played explorer, charting out the wild frontier of their reclining - and clothed, then - body. Come to think of it, neither of you really remembered how that movie you were ignoring actually ended, not when declaring yourself the Lord Of The Midriff Sea was more entertaining.

The audible “shhff” of clothing against a body pulls you back out of your memory. Their pajama top and bottom match in an absolutely adorable, fuzzy outfit. Just looking at it makes you feel nice and toasty. And then they stretch. Oh, do they stretch. Arms up high, way up high, to the sort of height you need a grappling hook and plenty of planning to even dream of, while they make an excellent groaning noise which inspires some rather... uncivilized thoughts running through your mind. Not to mention that sliver of a gap between the pants and shirt when they reach like that... You envy those with photographic memories.

A booming laugh resounds through the room as they cross the massive distance to you and peer down with a calm smile. You lay back on your elbows, to avoid getting a crick in your neck staring up at them. Your instincts tell you that this creature is far too big and far too close, and that you need to bolt and vanish three minutes ago, but if you listened to them, you wouldn’t have such a great friend... partner, even.

“Well, someone enjoyed the view,” they tease, “y’know, I think this means you owe me a show of your own sometime.”

A lesser individual might get flustered from something like that. Someone like you from half a year ago. But you’ve learned. “I’ve already changed, but if you care to kneel down to watch, I’ll be sure to give you an eyeful!” You grab the hem of your shirt and make to pull it up off of you, though stop after a hand’s breadth.

They wave you off, then place their enormous hand, palm-up, next to you. “Perhaps another day. It’s bedtime now, and a certain couple are going to sleep together for the first time!”

Once you nimbly leap into their palm, they lift you up, then sit down on the side of their bed. You’ve slept there before, of course, even before they’d known you - just, not while they were there. Night time had meant free reign over all their stuff, so long as you returned everything before they stirred, and day time had meant access to the biggest, roomiest bed you’d even been on, and, sometimes, some lingering body heat!

“...lo? Hey, bite-sized beauty, you in there?” As their voice registers in your mind, you shake your head to clear it.

“S-sorry, got lost in thought. Heh, failing to hear you so close to me; it’s a wonder I didn’t get caught for so long.” You glance around, searching for your train of thought, and then: “Oh! Right! I wanted to bring this up. Uh, y’know how you’re so much bigger than me and could probably break my body without much effort?”

“I... am aware. Would appreciate not saying it like that, though.”

“Ah, sorry, will do. So the thing is, you’re a bit of an active sleeper.“ They quirk an eyebrow in confusion, so you wiggle your arms and to demonstrate. “Anywhere your arms might flop is a bad place for me.”

They furrow their brow, thinking hard, and you take the time to admire their pajamas some more. It’s strange, that something so big could ever be described as “cute,” but that’s all you can come up with for what they’re wearing to bed.

A loud snap startles you. Heart pounding, you look over to see their hand in post-snap position, and their face, triumphant. When they turn to face you, that gorgeous smile shifts into a more complex sort of expression. One that says not only, “I have an idea” and “it includes you,” but also “this is an incredible idea in that it stretches credulity” and “I’m very glad you’re so attracted to me.”

There’s a period of silence, as you try to interpret his face and they try to think of something clever to say. Eventually, they settle on, “well, let’s get you tucked in for the night.”

Their hand closes gently around you, refusing to let you fall while still keeping you safe. The other hand then moves down, away from your line of sight, but you can guess where it’s going. You smile and roll your eyes. Well, between their underwear and PJ pants, being sandwiched between two layers of fabric is sort of like a bed.

“Hey. Dropping.” It’s a warning the two of you settled on, because dammit it’s fun to fall short distances sometimes.

“Drop away!” you reply.

They open their hand.

You don’t fall between their underwear and pants.

Sure, you can feel the underwear on one side.

But the other side...

is them.

Your whole world quakes and shudders when they fall back onto the mattress, still holding the waistband open for you. When you next see their head, they look concerned.

“You good? Can always move you somewhere else.”

In response, you shimmy deeper, away from their waistband. Closer to them. Before they set their head on their pillow, you catch a satisfied smirk.

“Good night, cutie. I wish you very pleasant dreams.”

Your own goodnight is probably too quiet for him to hear. Nonetheless, he draws his hand back, and the elastic waistband falls, sealing you in for the night.

Oh, there’s no way you’re not doing this again.

#g/t #g/t fluff #nsft #writing #writers on tumblr #giant/tiny #size difference #furry #anthro #text

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luciferloser · 3 years

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Demon brothers & Undateables react to an MC with a preteen child

(As you might have guessed by now, GN MC!)

(the child’s gender may be specified in some of the scenarios)

(Y/C/N = your child’s name)

Spoilers for lesson 16 in Belphie’s section!!

Lucifer

Toddler or Preteen, it didn’t make much difference to the eldest brother. He’s seen all the stages of development with the majority of his brothers and Satan, there’s probably nothing your child could possibly throw his way that would shock him.

That is, until he actually met your child. At first he remained at his full height to assert dominance, there was no way he was going to stoop to this human’s level not that his back would allow it anyways. But then, before he could even properly introduce himself, your 12 year old squared his shoulders and declared to the Avatar of Pride, if he did anything to hurt you, your son would make his life hell... oh wait.

That bold statement did surprise Lucifer at first, but as your son trailed off and stepped back slightly, realising his mistake, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Kudos, young man, but I don’t think there’s much you can do that can torment me terribly.” he chuckled.

“Wanna bet?” your son grumbled in response, already thinking of numerous ways to make this strange man pay.

“I have six younger brothers, I’d like to see you come up with anything they haven’t.” he smirked in response, “Anyways, come along, preparations for your room have been completed.”

With that, Lucifer turned away from your son and strode down the corridor. This year was certainly going to be interesting...

Mammon

The Avatar of Greed didn’t really know what to say when he saw you standing next to a slightly smaller version of yourself. At first, he thought you were siblings, but then it dawned on him that you had a child.

Mammon, as the ‘babysitter’ naturally spent more time around your daughter than you, but that certainly didn’t stop him from adding the odd flirtatious remark to you when he wasn’t being a tsundere.

It was this development that caused your daughter to speak up one evening when she was chilling in the lounge with Mammon and Asmodeus. “Listen, Mammon, as much as I don’t mind you flirting with my parent, there’s something you ought to know. Hurt them and I swear to you now I will kick you so hard up the ass you’ll taste nothing but my shoe for a week.” your daughter boldly announced, not once glancing up from her phone.

While Asmo was busy rolling on the floor in tears of laughter, the white-haired demon just spluttered as his cheeks darkened. “H-hey what makes you think I-I’d hurt ya ma anyways.” he tried to defend himself.

“I’m not saying I expect you’re going to hurt them, just giving you even more of an incentive not to.” your child smiled in an almost sickeningly sweet manner before jumping up from the sofa.

“This was a lovely chat but me and Beel are going out for lunch, catch you later!”

Asmo picked himself up from the floor, and as he pushed Mammon’s jaw back up, he added “she’d be the perfect niece for me, hurry up and take MC out on a date.” With that, Mammon shook his head slightly as he went to go and find you. He wasn’t sure whether he hoped the attitude came from you or not...

Leviathan

When the otaku heard the news that the exchange student had a child, he was quite nervous. One human was going to be enough to handle, let alone an additional smaller one.

His fears only worsened when you left him alone with your child for the first time. The two of you had been gaming as you usually did once a week and your child wanted in this time. You stood up at the end of that round, promising that you were going to get the three of you drinks and some snacks. Before Levi could even protest, you had already closed the door behind you.

The demon of Envy’s eyes darted all around his room, looking anywhere but at the small human. That is until your spawn child murmured his name. Snapping his head round to face your child, his eyes widened slightly.

“Okay so I get you don’t really hang out with ‘normies’ or whatever that’s supposed to mean, but if you really don’t wanna be with my parent then tell them that. I’m not gonna let you hurt them like that.” your child confessed, eyes never once leaving his.

After that confession, Leviathan got a faraway look in his eyes as he thought of the resemblance to an anime he’d just finished binge watching last night; ‘my human best friend has a child that is secretly a guardian angel!’.

Snapping out of his reverie, Levi looked down at your child once more and nodded his head profusely. ‘I solemnly swear to you I will protect them.’ he recited the lines the protagonist from the anime had used, but he meant every word he said.

Satan

Being the youngest of his brother’s meant Satan had never really had anybody to be a role model for. Which is why, surprisingly, he felt compelled to look out for your child when he first met you both. Especially because your child was already past the unnecessary crying stage and had a pretty solid understanding of communication.

Your child had never really been an extrovert and so the avatar of wrath hadn’t been too opposed to looking after your carbon copy when you were busy being pulled in every which direction by his brothers. On one of those days, your child had accompanied Satan to the library to find some more books to occupy themselves with; seeing as they weren’t technically enrolled at RAD there was no need for them to complete any class work.

“Hey Satan, can I ask you something?” Your child enquired, glancing up from their novel.

“Hm? What’s on your mind, Y/C/N?”

“Why do you look at my parent like they hung the stars in the sky? And don’t say you don’t, because I spoke to Asmo about it too and he couldn’t agree more.” Your smaller version of yourself asked, tilting their head slightly.

Blinking rapidly in surprise at the question, Satan gawped at your child before shaking his head slightly. “You shouldn’t ask Asmo questions like that. He’s the avatar of lust - not love. I know for a fact he thinks I’m looking at them like-“

“Gross! I don’t need to hear about things like that, I’m gonna go hang out with Simeon if you’re gonna talk about that.” Wrinkling their nose in disgust, your child stood up to leave, packing his books with him. Smiling to himself as he watched Y/C/N leave, he thought to himself ‘I guess I need to have a chat with Y/N’

Asmodeus

The avatar of lust couldn’t help but squeal in delight when he took in the sight of you standing with your child. He had not one, but two new friends to go out clubbing with! What? What do you mean Y/C/N isn’t allowed to go clubbing? Well that’s boring. Oh well, they can always just go shopping together and Asmo can arrange some fashion shows for you and your child. In fact, yesterday he bought the cutest coat and it would suit Y/C/N so well.

Speaking of going shopping together, one night when you and Beel had gone out to Madame Screams to try some of the new ice cream on offer, Asmo had invited Y/C/N back to his room for a self care night after shopping all day. Applying a face mask to his skin and your daughter’s, he laid beside her to let the mask dry.

“Hey Asmo, I have a question for you.” your child stated, staring up at the canopy that covered the demon of lust’s bed.

“If its about that brunette demon that held the door open for you at River Styx he’s single but there’s so many nicer demon’s out there for you and I’m pretty sure he-“

“No! It’s not about him. I admit he was cute but that’s not what I wanted to ask. What I wanted to ask was, whether you were interested in anybody...” your daughter trailed off, suddenly feeling bad for prying.

“Oh honey, while you’re an absolute treasure and I have loved spending time with you lately I don’t think we’d be a very good match at all. If I’m honest I’m more interested in Y/N. I’m so sorry you had to find out this way- why are you laughing?” Asmodeus stopped his spiel of an apology at the sound of your daughter’s chuckles.

“I’M not into you like that either, babe. I only asked for my parent’s sake. They’re head over heels for you and I just wanted to see if you felt the same.” Your daughter confessed, rising from Asmo’s bed to find a washcloth. “When they get back from the ice cream store with Beel, you should totally ask them out. Watch how quickly they’ll stumble to agree.” And with that, your daughter left the avatar of lust alone with his thoughts of you.

Beelzebub

“Did the human bring a snack with them?”

That was the first thing the redhead ever said to you and your teen son. Needless to say it took a while for your son to warm up to Beel after that. When the situation was explained to the glutton felt very guilty afterwards and went above and beyond to make it up to him.

One afternoon when the three of you were supposed to go to a new cafe that had just opened, Lucifer wanted to go over some paperwork with you, and so Beel offered to take your son out anyways and promised to try to save you a cupcake. Your son didn’t look too thrilled at the idea of going out for food with the demon who thought he was the snack, but reluctantly agreed for your sake.

“Look, Beelzebub I have to be honest with you. You seem nice enough and all, but I still don’t trust you especially knowing you could swallow us whole and thought about doing that the first time we met you. But on the flip side, you did protect Luke from Lucifer a while ago. So I suppose I can learn to trust you, is what I’m trying to say.” Y/C/N stated as he brought a mug of spiced tea to his lips, looking over at the demon who went wide eyed at the sudden confession.

Swallowing the rest of the cheesecake in his mouth, Beel nodded earnestly, “No its okay! I’m not surprised you don’t trust me, after what i said to you I wouldn’t blame you if you hated me. I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but i care about you, you’re basically family at this point. And I care about Y/N too; quite a bit actually.” By the end of his sentence, the demon’s face was almost as red as his hair.

“Hmph, I figured as much. If you care about them even half as much as you say you do, say something. You might be surprised what you find out.” Your son smirked, leaning back in his seat to take in the blushing demon before him.

Belphegor

Unsurprisingly, your son had a blatant distaste for Belphegor when they met officially. Watching your body fall still in Mammon’s arms to then disappear was enough to send him charging at the sloth demon. Even after Barbatos’ assistance on the matter and bringing you back, Y/C/N held the iciest glare he could muster. Laying a hand on his shoulder, you assured him you were okay and didn’t hurt anymore.

“Put it this way Belphegor. I never want to see you within touching distance of us again. Demon or not, I will not hesitate to swing for you. Nobody hurts my family.” Y/C/N spat, turning on his heel and tugging you with him.

After weeks of awkward meal times, you and Beel hatched a plan to get your son and his twin talking. You had forgiven Belphie for what happened, understanding that he’d had his own family in mind when he attacked you.

“Oh. Y/C/N have you seen Y/N? They wanted me to meet them here.” Belphegor asked, avoiding eye contact with your son the entire time.

“I wanted to ask you the same thing about Beel, he said-” your son was cut off by the sound of the living room door slamming shut and the lock clicking in place. “Is this some kind of joke? Mammon if that’s you and this is your idea of a joke you’re not funny! Open the door!”

There was no answer from the other side of the door, the only sound being that of a pair of retreating footsteps. Sighing in defeat, your son slid down the door and glancing at Belphegor, to see him looking just as uncomfortable as Y/C/N felt. “Well, there’s no telling how long we’re gonna be in here. I feel like I owe you an explanation...” The sloth demon began, wringing his hands together as he prepared to tell your son everything.

A few hours later, you and Beel opened the door slowly to reveal your son and Belphegor dozing on one another. Smiling at each other in victory, the two of you crept closer and wrapped them in one of the blankets on the back of the sofa. You had to admit, this was the most peaceful the two of them had looked in a long time.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me leviathan #obey me mammon #obey me satan #obey me imagines

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i-mybrunettelady · 2 years

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🍑📀🌳🌠 for Vladimira

Mirka hours <3

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Is there anywhere your OC hates to go to? Anywhere that stresses them out or have negative memories of?

- There's this shrine to the Spirits near the homestead where she grew up. She went there often when she was a kid to get away from her community, especially when she was a teen, and they knew that they could find her there if she left the homestead upset. She was attacked by a snow leopard there once, but fortunately, she managed to scare it away before it could do any damage (and she did raise a middle finger the Snow Leopard. Probably.)

But she doesn't really like areas of the Shiverpeaks that are brimming with Svanir. The ice dragon energy from those homesteads both stresses and makes her feel uneasy, as well as the presence of too many men who absolutely hate her gender.

📀How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

- You can absolutely trust Mirka. She's got this mature, motherly vibes and if you tell her something in secret, she'll keep it. She's not easy to manipulate or confuse either, she's got some experience surviving in the wilderness by herself, though it is easier to shock her than you might think, especially by other races' dating practices and family structure.

🌳 Compare your OC to themself from 10 years ago. How has their mental state changed since then, how have they aged and grown up? Would they say they’re in a better place than they were back then or do they need help? What advice would they give their younger self? What advice would their younger self give to them now?

- Ten years ago Mirka had just had Kov. Kov's birth has been a huge turning point in her life, leading her from a life of pointless brawls and purposelessness to a life that actually has a goal and an aim and a purpose. She's matured, she became more stable, more self-satisfied, she accepted herself as she was rather than fight for what she couldn't really have. A few months after Kov was born, she got her wolf transformation too!

To her younger self, she'd say that she was always a little different from others and that's okay. There's no need to struggle with and envy those who have what wasn't meant for her and to just walk her own path with confidence. There's no one true way to be a person, or to be a norn for that matter.

🌠Who was your OC’s first friend? Do they remember them or are they still friends now? Talk about some of the people your OC has lost contact with over the years. Do they have any regrets about losing these people and would they revist them if they could?

- Her first friend was her cousin/brother, Svarogg. They're about the same age, they grew up together and they're very close to this day. They both had one parent growing up and they needed to rely on each other for company a lot because the nearest homestead to theirs was still a little away, so they forged a life-long friendship and love.

As for people she lost contact with, I'd say Kov's father. He was a result of a one night stand and she and the hunter she had him with parted ways long before she found out she was pregnant, so he has no idea he has a son, Mirka doesn't know where he is, nor does she particularly want to meet him again, even if she does wonder from time to time, because sometimes Kov asks.

#gw2 #ask meme #vladimira jarsdottir #gw2 norn #nornposting

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legoshi-plz · 4 years

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Can we get some general headcanons of dating Louis plz 🥺👉👈

You sure can! I don’t know why but this prompt really called to me for some reason and it’s a nice break from the usual! This is with College!Louis simply because..... I’m a simp for College! Louis 😳

Reader can be read as any gender or animal type/class.

Warning: NSFW +18 [under the NSFW warning, first half is SFW]

*Disclaimer: I know absolutely nothing about Deer in general and made up 100% of the stuff in here because I am too lazy to actually google Deer physiology (also I just wanted to make the hcs)

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Okay so let’s start at the beginning! Like the beginning beginning. Louis saw you around campus but he’s still a Herbivore so he was shy about approaching you. Despite his overbearing superiority complex in high school, I feel like College would really put him back into reality. You have no reason to idolize him or fear him. He might be pretty popular on campus but he’s nowhere near the God-status he thought he had so he’s unsure of how to even approach a total stranger that he sees everywhere and can’t stop thinking about. Also he has an insane amount of insecurities which end up getting the best of him causing him to chicken out every time he wanted to get close to you.

You on the other hand? Barely noticed him. You’d seen him (his gigantic antlers which got even bigger in college were pretty hard to miss) but you regarded him as out of your league and immediately put him out of your mind. You weren’t one to dwell on if boys liked you/why didn’t boys like you blah blah blah.

Needless to say, your first few interactions with Louis were pretty terrible. He was awkward, stiff, defensive, it was like pulling teeth but in verbal form. You didn’t like him.

One day you brushed beside him and he nearly jumped out of his skin. You asked him what his problem was and he answered honestly “Sorry, you make me incredibly nervous.”

Suddenly it all clicked, the averted eyes, the bristled fur, the awkward stuttering. He might have outwardly appeared suave to any other animal on campus but he was still just a Herbivore with a crush.

Moving on, the two of you start dating and Louis is completely wrapped around your finger. It takes a while for his initial nerves around you to wear off, even after the relationship turned romantic. He constantly wanted to impress you or seem cool to you which you repeatedly reminded him you didn’t care about but it was important to him.

Once the two of you were more settled into the relationship and had been dating for some time, he still likes to impress you. Not to the same extent as before but he never folds on certain aspects because your opinion of him is something he values gravely, even if he won’t admit that to you.

King of Self Neglect, he stays up way too late studying, gets hardly no sleep, stretches himself way too thin but will still always make time for you even if he’s utterly exhausted. One time he nearly fell asleep sitting up while the two of you were on a date. You drove him back to your place, tucked him into bed and let him sleep it off. He felt awful the next morning for ruining the date and cleared his schedule the entire next day for a ‘redo’.

If ever verbally asked, Louis will vehemently deny liking PDA. In actually, however, he can’t keep his hands off you. He’s always touching you, caressing your cheek, holding you around the waist, interlocking your hands (especially the pinkies!! he doesn’t even realize he does that one, you’ll just look up and he’s totally aloof to this soft gesture), resting his chin on the top of your head/shoulder, nuzzling your neck (this is a big one for Deer and actually a declaration of love but you don’t know that). He’s pretty touch-starved but he hates to admit it so please indulge his clingy behavior (and he is very clingy.)

Speaking of clinginess, Louis is still incredibly petty and if he feels you’re not making enough time for him, expect to be called out on it.

“Am I not enough for you?” “If you prefer the single life, I can stop burdening you with this relationship.” “I see I come last in your life, as always.” “Don’t string me along. Either breakup with me here and now, or actually be with me.” “I see you do not take this relationship as seriously as myself. I will adjust my expectations of you accordingly.”

He’s a total drama queen and at first his proclamations scared you, thinking he was going to break up with you. But once you realized he was just overly dramatic about everything, you barely bat an eye now. You still try to make it up to him, though, whenever he’s feeling neglected. He’s enjoys that very much.

Any holiday, he’s asking you to come home with him. The mansion gets pretty lonely with just him and Oguma and he wants you there with him. You almost always comply.

At first he was pretty insecure about his leg and felt like you might think he was a freak because of it or worse: weak. You always let him know that you don’t care about his leg and that you love him regardless, even though you believe he has nothing to be ashamed of in the first place. That always makes his heart burst with love for you and he turns into absolute puddy in your hands.

Very jealous. Still holds on a little to that envy he has for Carnivores and thinks one might steal you away, especially since a couple of your male friends are Carnivores. In his mind, who wouldn’t want to be with some one bigger or stronger? He tends to lash out when he’s feeling particularly jealous and it’s the cause of almost 90% of the fights you two have.

When it comes to fights, even though Louis can be very petty, he hates every second the two of you are at odds so he usually apologizes fairly quickly. If you are the one who is in the wrong, he will continue to do normal activities (holding your hand, going out to dinner, cuddling) but he will do it angrily and give you the silent treatment until you apologize (please apologize quickly, he hates being mad at you even if he doesn’t admit it.)

His favorite activity? Anything where you lay on his chest. He lives for it and he really doesn’t get a restful sleep unless you’re on his chest. (Also he totally owned a weighted blanket before he met you because Deers usually sleep cuddled together in little huddles so it’s just kind of their ‘thing’ but it doesn’t hold a candle to when he has you sleeping on his chest. Actually had a “Is this what I’ve been missing all these years?” revelation moment when you two first started dating.)

Wear his clothes, it makes him feel manly also he thinks you look adorable. Plus he loves when you give them back and they’re covered in your scent, makes him feel so... owned? But in a good way! As if you were staking your claim on him which is a secret weakness of his.

Doesn’t really like Horror movies but will endure them if you’re into them. Likes to watch with you on his lap and his hands under your shirt (yes, he’s extremely distracting and yes he’s just trying to fool around. He couldn’t care less about the plot because he finds it unrealistic and not scary)

Though Louis had long ago cast aside the thought of having children (he doesn’t believe he’ll be a good father, similar to Oguma), any time he sees you interact with children and how well children respond to you, it awakens that inner ‘Stag’ in him and suddenly the thought of having kids doesn’t seem so bad, not if you’re by his side. He tends to try to not linger on those feelings for too long though so he doesn’t get any big ideas.

Okay now time for the NSFW portion.

Once again, Louis can! not! keep! his!hands! off! you!

Male Deer have a higher sex drive than the average Herbivore male so please be prepared for that.

Loves when his partner is kinda heavy, it amplifies the sex for him. His favorite thing is when they ride him/bounce on top of him, it’s practically an instant nut from him.

Louis can force himself to hold off on coming if he has to but he has a ridiculously quick recovery time along with the stamina for multiple rounds so he’d rather just come in or on his partner then keep going rather than prolonging it.

Oral is a power play to him and nothing turns him on more than using his incredibly long/skilled tongue to turn his partner into a weeping mess before him.

Has a habit of picking his partner up and throwing them over his shoulder to carry them to the bedroom. Asserts his dominance and he knows his long legs will get you both there faster.

He loves a vocal partner, and craves every syllable you can muster during sex. Whimpering his name mixed in with nonsensical affirmations of love gets his heart (and cock) instantly swelling.

Remember that he likes heavier partners? Well that ties into the whole thing with the weighted blanket and Deers just in general craving something on top of them, so naturally Louis prefers when you’re on top but is happy to participate in any position you prefer. Just know if it’s missionary or some variation of that, he is throwing your legs over his shoulders (so it’s kinda like a compromise?) The boy just really loves having you draped over him, okay?

Also in the case of a heavier partner, he is always trying to flex his strength and assure you that you’re not too heavy for him at all. Always picking you up (to fuck you against the wall), sitting you in his lap (to finger fuck you), carrying you bridal style (to take you to the bedroom to fuck you.) He’s very determined to show you just how obsessed he is with your body.

He’s very weak when getting his cock sucked and WILL come in your mouth within a few minutes. He’s not ashamed in the least bit.

You have about a five minute window after sex to do everything you need to do (use the bathroom, get cleaned up, etc.) because once he atttaches himself to you, you’re not going anywhere. Cuddling after sex isn’t optional, even if he’s mad at you.

Speaking of which, angry sex with Louis? Absolutely mind-blowing. Once he’s in full blown Stag mode, there’s really little you can do except lay there and take his huge cock while he pumps you with load after load of cum. Also, the overstimulation is out of this world.

Louis’ demeanor completely cracks after sex and he’s literally at his most vulnerable with you then. Openly confesses just how much you mean to him in moments like these while showering you with aftercare/ affection. Really turns into the lovey dovey type and likes to just sit there stroking your fur whispering sweet nothings in your ear while you lay on his chest.

This has probably gone on long enough so I’m just going to end this here but the boy’s madly in love with you, enough said.

#beastars #beastars louis #beastars louis x reader #louis x reader #louis x you #louis

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springsaladgaming · 3 years

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500 Follower Gift!

Hey, I just passed the 500 followers mark! That means it’s time for a short story.

I’m glad that there are so many people interested in my writing, and the support means so much to me! Welcome to all the new followers. I hope you have a lovely stay, and enjoy yourselves a canonical Ninelives short story.

The following short story does not contain any direct spoilers for the main story, but it may have some very minor, loose foreshadowing. Read at your own discretion.

Questions

For twenty minutes now Sungjae had been complaining about his homework for his calculus class. Not that Quinn minded. On the contrary, Quinn usually liked listening to Sungjae talk, even if it sometimes felt like he was only talking to fill the silence. There was something naturally soothing about his voice. Such a small detail, but it factored in to why they were friends in the first place. Would Quinn have let Sungjae past his walls otherwise? He doubted it.

But Sungjae’s complaints weren’t why Quinn was so annoyed. Quinn was annoyed because Minerva was all over Sungjae as they sat on his bed together while she tutored him through his homework.

Was Quinn jealous? He had considered that, and it wasn’t necessarily wrong. But it wasn’t right either. It was because Minerva wasn’t really interested in Sungjae. At least, Quinn was pretty sure she wasn’t. She liked feeling in control, he guessed. Quinn was pretty sure that Sungjae wasn’t interested in her either, but poor Sungjae was either too kind to reject her advances or too malleable to notice he was being manipulated.

Quinn felt like he was watching two people play a game of chess when one of them didn’t even know the rules.

He tried to focus on something else, and inevitably he couldn’t stop thinking about how uncomfortable his clothes felt, how they seemed just to never fit right. His eyes fell over Minerva’s hair, long and silky and black, and he couldn’t help but think of his own long hair and whether or not he should cut it short. Some people would kill for hair like yours, his mother used to say every time he would ask if he could cut it. She always said no.

Minerva giggled and congratulated Sungjae at the realization that he’d gotten a problem right. She caught eyes with Quinn at that moment, and Quinn knew that she thought he was staring. He was, but not for the reason she probably thought. She scrunched her nose playfully at him and grinned, a challenge to get him to say what was on his mind. Alright. You want to play? Let’s play.

“Perhaps next you can teach him to tie his shoes,” Quinn said with a smirk. Sungjae usually wore loafers, so it would sound like as much of a dig to him as it would to Minerva. Let Sungjae be none the wiser to the tension between Quinn and Minerva.

And it worked too. Sungjae leaned back, just enough to slide away from Minerva’s friendly arm, and looked at his shoes where they were sitting by the closed door to his bedroom. “Hey,” he said with a laugh, “I just prefer shoes without laces. I own laced shoes. You know that I owned laced shoes.”

Quinn smiled wider. “I also know that you have two eyes and two hands and a brain,” he said. He locked eyes with Minerva as he spoke, and she narrowed her own.

Sungjae blushed and said, “I’m just not great at studying. And I choke during exams.” Once again, he must have thought Quinn’s comments were meant to ridicule him. That was fine. It was clear from the look on Minerva’s face that she knew the comments were for her. Minerva and Quinn never liked one another, and Sungjae was the only one who seemed not to notice that.

“If you think you’re so much better, why don’t you finish high school?” Minerva said, pursing her lips mockingly.

“Minerva!” Sungjae said, his voice almost loud enough to be a shout.

The three of them tensed and watched Sungjae’s door for a moment. When they heard no sound from the other side, they all sighed and relaxed, and Sungjae saw fit to finish his thought.

“Don’t be an ass, Minerva. You know why Quinn isn’t in school,” Sungjae said.

Minerva scooted away from Sungjae and shrugged. “So you had a shitty home life,” she said. “My brother is sick all the time and he’s still in school. Maybe you should be jealous of him instead of me.”

“What?” Sungjae’s words, Quinn’s thoughts, only one of them was surprised while the other was mortified.

Fine, maybe she did know why Quinn had been staring.

“Speaking of which,” Minerva said before the other two could get another word out, “I need to go home and help him. Have fun doing the rest of your work without me. I’m sure Quinn will be loads of help.” With that, Minerva grabbed her bag and made her way to Sungjae’s window where she climbed out and down the side of the house, Sungjae’s parents none the wiser that she was ever here.

Sungjae and Quinn watched as she left, both stunned still and wide-eyed. Sungjae eventually moved to close the window behind her, and time started moving again. There was a moment there where neither of them could look each other in the eyes. Sungjae spoke first.

“Why are you jealous of Minerva?” he said.

Quinn didn’t want to have this conversation. Not here, not now, maybe not ever. From his spot on the floor, he turned so that he was angled away from Sungjae and said, “Do you think I should cut my hair?”

Quinn still didn’t look at Sungjae, but he could see the way that his eyes furrowed from his periphery. “I don’t know,” Sungjae said. “Do you want to cut it?”

“Maybe I would look good with a crew cut. Or some kind of undercut.” Quinn played with his hair a little, pulling the strands back every which way to mimic the haircuts as best he could.

“Why are you avoiding the question?” Sungjae said. Always to the heart of the matter. Quinn didn’t know whether to love or hate that about Sungjae.

“Come on,” Quinn said. “You don’t have a preference?” Quinn turned his head, flipped his hair over to one side, and posed for Sungjae. “Does it look more… me?”

Sungjae frowned. “Are you jealous of Minerva because she flirts with me? Or because she’s not afraid to be whoever she wants to be?”

Quinn could only sigh in annoyance. His attempts to steer the conversation in a different direction had failed. Sungjae could be irritatingly perceptive when he wanted to be, and apparently now was one of those times. “You’re not going to answer my question, are you?” Quinn mumbled.

Sungjae closed his school textbook and pushed his homework aside. A few of the papers caught and folded together as he did so, but he didn’t seem to care. Those big brown eyes of his were fixed on Quinn and looking more intense than usual. “Are you going to answer mine?” Sungjae replied.

Quinn rolled his eyes and turned completely around so that he was facing the wall and his back was to Sungjae. “I don’t want to talk about this,” he said.

Sungjae sighed. “Quinn, if this is about your gender presentation,” he started.

“It’s not,” Quinn said quickly as he crossed his arms.

“If you don’t want to talk about it, then we don’t have to,” Sungjae said, his voice taking on that soft and understanding tone that drew Quinn to him in the first place. “Just let me know if you ever do want to talk about it.”

Quinn could hear the sound of Sungjae gathering his homework back up, flipping back to the proper page in his textbook, and he didn’t know whether to be thankful or annoyed that Sungjae wasn’t pushing the subject. Maybe he was both. “Do you always have to do that,” Quinn said through a sigh.

“Do what?”

“Be so damn understanding,” Quinn said.

“Quinn,” Sungjae said, “you either want to talk about this or you don’t. You’ll talk to me when you want to. I’m not going to let the fact that Minerva is an asshole make me a bad friend.”

Quinn almost laughed at that. Perhaps Sungjae wasn’t as oblivious to Minerva’s manipulations as he thought.

“You’re too damn nice,” Quinn said, but he couldn’t help the grin on his face. He let out a frustrated sigh and turned back around to find Sungjae still facing him with that intense gaze. “You’re also right.”

Sungjae’s serious facade cracked and he smiled. “Oh, am I?” he said.

“Yes, yes, you should be very proud,” Quinn said. He turned to look at the window, as if Minerva would climb back through if he mentioned her name out loud. “She’s so sure of herself. And so unapologetic about it.”

“And is that a bad thing?” Sungjae said.

“No,” Quinn said with a sigh. “No, it’s not. So I guess she was right too. I envy the way she can just be the person she knows she is. And that she knows people see her the way she wants them to.”

“So you’re not jealous that she was flirting with me?” Sungjae said. It wasn’t until Quinn looked back at him that he realized Sungjae was joking.

“Yeah, well, if you ask her to the prom, I think she’s going to say no,” Quinn joked back.

“I know,” Sungjae said with a laugh. “Good thing I wasn’t planning on asking her.”

“So there’s hope for me?” More friendly ribbing.

But Sungjae’s face grew more serious again. “Do you actually want to go to a prom?” Sungjae said. “Because I can buy you a ticket to mine if you want. And if you want to borrow clothes, I might have something that will fit you. Or we can go buy some.”

Quinn’s smile grew wider as Sungjae babbled on. It was very like Sungjae, thinking of all the ways he could make other people happy. “It’s fine, Sungjae. It’s really not for me,” Quinn said. “Besides, you’d have an even harder time staying out of trouble with me there.”

“Okay,” Sungjae said, and he even looked a little disappointed to hear it. “Quinn?”

“Yes?”

“If you like your hair long, then keep it long. If you think you’ll be more comfortable with it short, then cut it. The only thing that matters at the end of the day is how you feel about it, not anyone else.”

“I know,” Quinn said with a thankful smile. “Want to help me cut it?”

Sungjae couldn’t hide the surprise on his face at that. “What? Really?”

Quinn nodded. “Sure. I’d like to try it. I can always grow it back if I don’t like it, right?”

“Yeah,” Sungjae said with a nod. “Do you want to do it right now?”

“If that’s okay with you.”

Sungjae put his homework to the side once again, neatly this time, and stood up. “I’ll go get what we need.”

“Okay,” Quinn said. “And Sungjae?”

Sungjae paused before leaving the room and looked back at Quinn. “Yeah?”

“I was a little jealous that she was flirting with you,” Quinn said with a smile.

Sungjae laughed and shook his head fondly. “I know.”

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alch3mic · 4 years

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in between. (drabble series)

chapter four (stitches.)

captain!sans x gender neutral reader. 3k+ word count.

please be advised for themes of anxiety, ideas of loss, depression, and self esteem.

* finally at the fourth chapter with our dear fellswap sans, captain! he also has no official fic yet but has his own tag here on my tumblr if you’d like to know more about him! thank you and i hope you enjoy!

A project.

That's all this was meant to be.

Something to keep him preoccupied in his free time, now that he seemed to have more time on his hands than he knew what to do with.

Somewhere to put his focus, instead of thinking about things.

Instead of stressing about things.

Instead of.. worrying about.. 'things'.

Like this.. 'thing'.. attached to him.

...

"ya can't just keep pacin' around bro."

Sure he could.

He could pace around as much as he wanted. It was his boat dammit, and he'd walk around it as he pleased, from the bow to the stern, topside and back.

"Shouldn't you be resting?"

No.

How could he? There was work to be done.

All his life he had filled himself with his work. It was all he knew.

Work.

Work

Work.

Work

From his time as a child, working to take care of his younger brother to ensure he was brought up properly to his time in the royal guard working hard every day to support them and make sure they both survived that horrid Underground. Even on the surface he worked and worked and worked, to regain his position as a monster worthy of fear and respect after the humans had stripped them of everything and leaving them to rot like strays on the street.

Every minute of every day he worked.

Most days he even dreamed of it.

Which is exactly why it was so difficult to sit still, even at your request.

"You really should just take it easy, Sans. Didn't Undyne say to not stress yourself out?"

She did, but it didn't matter.

He was in a constant state of being stressed.

Stressed was how he operated.

Stressed was all he knew.

His body could never give him the pleasure of just 'taking it easy', constantly buzzing, constantly wanting to be in motion. At times he envied his brother for being able to let things go and just kick back, but... that was exactly why he worked so hard wasn't it?

So that his brother could relax without a worry in that thick skull of his..?

Of course.. he knew Papyrus went through his own troubles.. it's just...

Gah.

This free time was now filling his head with unnecessary thoughts, even as he tried his best to busy himself by patrolling his own boat.

..Which was only adding to his stress...

"Lets try a hobby. What do you normally do for fun?"

Think of you.

Well..

He didn't have to now that you were here with him.

He could just spend time with you instead of daydreaming about it.

And he did.

You humored him by relaxing together topside with him and Papyrus, enjoying the salty breezes of the ocean and the warm summer rays. The two of you would chat in his bed for hours, laughing and telling stories of the past as you laid close. You'd help him, by offering an arm when he wore himself out or when he needed help doing something that required two hands. Everything from opening jars to preparing dinner or even tying his shoes.

It was..

Ah, dammit it was so humiliating.

..And also made him strangely happy?

He was.. happily humiliated?

..Humbled?

..Stars.

He never had anyone taken care of him before, so his pride was taking a major blow every time you offered to help. A part of him was glad you'd always ask first so he'd at least get to attempt at doing it by himself but.. it was also humiliating to give in. He was too stubborn for his own good, never having anyone extend a hand for him neither below ground or on the Surface.

Still you never seemed bothered.

You never batted an eye when he'd turn to you. Sometimes all it took was a look from him and you just knew, without having any words be spoke. Having that kind of connection was..

Incredible.

It had been something the both of you had obviously over the years, but only now it was showing itself in the mundane parts of your lives now that you were with him. Normally it had been when you locked eyes in a fight in the streets of Ebott, and he could see the whole encounter play out in his mind. How you'd swing, how he'd shoot. How you both would nearly hit each other both on purpose and on accident.

Like a dance with death only the two of you could perform.

And how beautifully you danced for him..

Now.. having that connection manifest positively, in quiet agreements and silent conversations that took only seconds to have, really drove home the fact that times have changed.

That he was no longer the skeleton he was before.

He had you now, which was different.

You were his.

And he was yours.

Though.. in truth you always had a part of soul with you even if you never realized it.

And he always had Papyrus by his side.

That could never change.

But now.. he also had..

That.

The 'thing'.

An arm.

That.. didn't belong to him.

It was attached, sure, but..

It was foreign.

Heavy.

A burden.

It was consequences of his actions taken form of something that use to be, but no longer was. Like a cruel symbol of mockery, forever attached to his own broken body. There was nothing but the tickling of a sensation of pain, like a phantom dancing across his bones, from a limb that was no longer there. The magic in his scapula hummed louder than the rest of his body, always catching his attention as it had been enhanced to support the weight of his new arm. It was irritating and constant, like a buzz he couldn't be rid of no matter how loud his thoughts were or tried to be.

Always there.

Always ringing in his skull.

It was driving him crazy, adding to the mounting stress.

"FOR FUN? EASY. TRAP MAKING. ANALYTICS. READING THE STOCKS AND NEWS."

"Well that's depressing."

"STAYING INFORMED IS IMPORTANT, DARLING."

"And so is your mental health, Sans. Ignoring this won't make it go away you know."

The metallic hand closed on a reflex when he felt your gaze upon it.

He didn't like it, despite how incredible Undyne's work was. She had studied him for weeks while he recovered in her intensive care, all so she could make an exact replica of his now missing arm. It looked just like the real thing only casted in asatollite, a type of metal found in the Underground that could conduct magic. No wires. No heavy plating. Just an arm, moved by his own magic.

An impressive feat really, but he felt no pride in this.

..Only shame.

As someone who had lived their life known for cutting it close time and time again, this was now all the proof someone needed that they could actually lay their hands on him. There was a chance that someone could hit and do some serious damage.

For some, that would be enough to push their determination over the edge.

The proof that he couldn't dodge forever.

And here it was, glinting under the soft afternoon sunlight that filtered into his quarters.

This... was his decline wasn't it?

..He could feel it in his bones.

Here marked the end of his reign of terror as Captain, the scarred skeleton who ruled the docks of Ebott City with an iron fist. Now that once unrelenting grip which strangled the life of rats out of the marine failed to even grasp a pen properly.

It stung in such a strange way that he almost didn't know how to describe it.

It was a unsightly fall from grace, paired with happiness and misery.

He was muddled with complicated feelings that really didn't have proper words, and so instead of spending his days thinking about it while lying in bed, he paced around his ship.

"Is there anything you've ever wanted to learn?"

He only learned what was necessary.

Languages to properly communicate with associates, skills like learning to shoot with a gun so that he could avoid having his magic traced back to him, and cooking so he could make sustainable meals when he and Papyrus had nothing..

They weren't things he did for fun, they were necessary.

What else could he learn that was necessary?

"HOW ABOUT TEACHING ME TO CUT A BULLET LIKE YOU DID BACK IN THE 'SISCO EXCHANGE."

"I'm not teaching you that."

"AND WHY'S THAT?"

"I don't need to make you any more dangerous than you already are you bonehead. I meant something fun! Like.. maybe a sport?"

"I THROW DARTS. I ALSO SHOOT."

"I.. Okay I guess that counts," you said, glancing to the wall of his quarters where the board was set up.

It's true it was a dart board hanging on the wall, but it was littered with photos of thugs and politicians, a dart neatly nailed through their head. It honestly looked like more of an omen of things to come rather than a hobby.

"Anything else?"

...

"I PLAYED THE VIOLIN FOR A SHORT WHILE."

"You did?"

"YES. BACK IN THE UNDERGROUND. I FOUND ONE IN THE DUMP AND TAUGHT MYSELF TO PLAY WHEN I DISCOVERED PAPYRUS LIKED THE WAY IT SOUNDED. IT WOULD HELP PUT HIM TO SLEEP ON SOME OF THE ROUGHER NIGHTS."

"Aww. Maybe you could think about picking it back up. I'd love to hear you play!"

He would, eventually.

For right now.. the task seemed so daunting now that he had..

...That.

"..But maybe not yet."

Another silent conversation, passed by only the glint in his eyesocket. Once again he was glad he didn't have to openly admit he might struggle with learning something like that again but.. a small pass of shame also washed over him. He'd love to play for you, to maybe even create his own music to reflect the feelings you gave him in his soul, but to move this metallic.. 'thing'.. to play would be..

He'd become frustrated, just like with everything else.

"AND WHAT DO YOU DO TO RELAX MY DEAR?"

"Me? I usually sew or knit."

Right. Costumes. That’s why you asked to have your own space in that free room on the ship. You had mentioned it once before, how you use to do costuming back in the day for plays and helped your father who worked as a tailor until...

Hm.

"YOU SELL YOUR PIECES DON'T YOU?"

"Just to a few people. I make dresses for Mr. Rose's granddaughter and Rumpelstiltskin still orders some pieces for his wife. I also send some more elaborate stuff the Prince's way every once in awhile and I even still get requests from Mama Bear even after they disappeared off into the forest. I think they might finally have a Baby Bear on the way because they asked about knitting a little blanket a few days ago."

...

He.. tried to not humor the thought of just sailing away from this city with you, like that lucky bastard did with his spouse when he took off into the woods. Of course he couldn't, he knew Papyrus would stay here with Happy and he'd never want to be far from his brother.

Still...

It was a tempting idea.

"I could always teach you. It's a pretty good skill to just learn how to hand stitch to mend clothing and it really isn't too complicated."

He relented ...of course.

Because he always did to you, with that smile on your face and the hum in your tone.

.....

Learning from you had been everything he hoped for, with you sitting close to him as you taught him how to thread a needle. You were patient with him as he struggled, his hand shaking as he did his best to will his magic to move. You were gentle as you taught him to stitch carefully and slowly, following along side as you guided him every step of the way.

...He'll never forget the way you laughed at his first pass though.

He had been so damn.. angry!

Really, you had the nerve to laugh even when he did his best!

You were the worst, which is why exactly he had to pin you down and tickle you until you couldn't breathe. At least he could use that wretched metal arm to press your hands above your head as you desperately tried to wrestle out of his hold until you were flushed and gasping for breath.

His next attempt was alone late at night, when even the stars on the deck above couldn't quell his thoughts. They ran wild in his head, stampeding and thrashing about.

At his failures.

At his mistakes.

At the humming in his shoulder and the arm that ached despite not being there. So he tried to not think about it as he quietly threaded the needle under the dim yellow lights in his quarters. The quiet creak and groan of the boat was his only accompaniment along your soft breathing from the bed as you peacefully slumbered away.

In and out.

He timed his stitches with your breaths, pushing the needle through the felt and then back again as he sewed the two pieces of scrap fabric together. It was strange how difficult this was, willing his fingers to move while simply pushing and pulling a needle. His jaw would tense as his hand shook at times and failed to grasp the needle, and then he'd hear you let out a sigh and he'd relax again.

In and out.

Until the stitch was done.

Until he hushed the wild thoughts in his head and put his stress to bed.

Until he could no longer deny himself your company and he'd fall back to your side, finally delving into the depths of sleep.

He spent many days and nights like this, a fire ignited in his soul to hear your praise the first time.

"Seems like your stitched are getting tighter. Nice work there, Cap."

That was all he needed.

Your words. Your smile. The exigent that reflected in your beautiful eyes. You were proud of him, and it made him work all the harder as he sat with you in the room you had taken for your sewing. This place had been your sanctuary, something he once avoided entering to at least give you a little room for yourself on the ship, but now he found reassurance in it as well.

The whir of your sewing machine had become a comfort, able to drown out the buzz in his head as he worked beside you. Soft colorful fabrics lined the shelves in the wall and a half finished dress would decorate a mannequin or two. The both of you would drink coffee and chit chat as he tried to get lost in the motions of hand stitching pieces of scrap fabric together.

He didn't want to constantly strain himself to move his arm.

He wanted it to be natural.

He wanted to use his hand without a second thought.

He wanted it to be like..

How it use to be.

But it could.. never really be like it use to be.

And he struggled and struggled and struggled.

In the weeks that had dragged by, both you and Papyrus had picked up small gigs to help patch the hole his injury was leaving.

Sans was... or had been.. the bread maker.

He always prided himself on providing by running the docks, able to keep his rather lavish lifestyle alive by delivering cargo from overseas to sellers like the Fell brothers and the other croons of this city, but the two of you had insisted on him resting, so his businesses and trades had all but halted.

You were still far off from ever putting a dent in his savings, but the two of you worked regardless to ease his stress.

..Because somehow, even having the back up funds prepared for events like this, didn't stop Sans from stressing.

The only part that annoyed him about it was that you had less time to teach him. You focused more on your commissions, so Sans would leave you in peace to your quiet room and stitch in his quarters.

He hadn't really decided what he wanted to work towards from stitching. It had simply become a tool to help train his fingers, so now that he could sew what was he suppose to do with the skill?

...

....

.....

It was a quiet afternoon in his quarters, the low hum of a forgotten radio on his desk as a deep voice rattled off the daily news mixed with a garble of static. Being so far out into the marine meant the reception wasn't good, but he could pick up key terms as the voice drawled on. Another murder on the west side, some more fights in the south and some re-election news. Not like it mattered who was in charge these days. The faces changed but at the end of the day these suits always lined their pockets with bloodied dollar bills. This city was rotted to it's core, just like it's people, and it'd stay that way until it was burned to the ground.

Sans' eyelights drifted down to the book in front of him.

'Stuffed Plushies For Beginners!'

The title almost felt condescending, just like the colorful pictures and simple wording that decorated each page. He still couldn't help but twist his frown deeper at the fact that you bought him a children's book of all things, paired with that sharp little grin of yours and that infectious laugher. It had been too much.. Which is why he snatched the damn thing out of your hands when you gave it to him.

"To help decide what you want to do with your new skill! Maybe you can finally make something instead of just stitching scraps together you dork."

He would never turn down a challenge, especially from you, and he was eager to have your approval again.

"AND WHAT EXATLY SHOULD I SEW?"

"Just pick something you're interested in and sew it. They have a lot of animals in there! You do at least like one kind of animal, don't you?"

Dogs, because they were loyal.

Cats, because they could fend for themselves.

Birds, because of their freedom.

But making something based of them didn't quite appeal to Sans.

'Basic Plushie Pattern.'

...

"hey bro, i wanted to ask- oh my stars."

"AH-!" Sans inhaled, squeezing the doll in his grasp and nearly tearing at it with his claws. "YOU-! WOULD YOU KNOCK!?"

"you actually made a plushie of them. wow," his brother hummed, "and here i thought your obsession couldn't get any wo-"

WHOOMPH.

The pillow made direct contact with Papyrus' face, earning a laugh from the taller skeleton. Sans barked out a few more insults as his brother continued to giggle, admiring what he had finished so far.

It.. looked like crap.

Some of the stitches were lopsided and others weren't uniform, but he wanted to see this through before his frustrations got the better of him. So with some encouragement from Papyrus he kept at it, finishing the body and then attaching the head.

"Pahahaha! Captain!"

"WHAT!?"

"You! Ehehe! You-! Of.. of me!"

"LOOK, JUST TELL ME IT'S TERRIBLE SO I CAN BE RID OF THE ACURSED THING ALRIGHT?"

"No! No. Absolutely not! I'm keeping this forever and you can never take it away from me!"

He gritted his teeth and attempted to wrestle the doll from your grasp but to no avail. You hugged it close and refused to relent, calling it precious and a testament to his efforts.

All of his hard work..

To a doll..

That looked like you.

"Are you going to make one of you?" you asked, letting out a few breaths as he finally gave up trying to grab the doll from your grasp.

"AND WHY WOULD I DO THAT?"

"Well I don't want them to be lonely."

...

How could he... ever argue with that.

So begrudgingly he sewed again, this time now more aware than ever of that 'thing' as it worked meticulously to create a replicate of itself. The doll's left arm, sewn together with a deep gray metallic fabric, now shared the same shame he did.

...

Strangely enough, it suited him.

...

"They look cute together."

"ONE ON THE RIGHT HAS SEEN BETTER DAYS."

"I still think he's pretty cute. He's trying his best, after all."

Well.. he certainly couldn't argue with that either.

#look at that!#we made it!#cap's is a lil' more fluffier than the others so i hope you guys enjoy it!#captain!sans #sans #undertale #fellswap #fellswap sans #undertale fic #yandere sans #long post #fic #fanfiction #drabble #anxiety tw #depression tw #alch!writes #inbetween!fic

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yurtletheturtlehenderson · 3 years

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COSMIC - S1:E4; Chapter Four, The Body - [Pt. 2]

A Will Byers x Gender Neutral!Reader Series

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘠/𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺 𝘰𝘥𝘥 𝘴𝘺𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧.

||𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕||

"We keep losing the signal, but you heard it, right?"

The five of us were gathered in Mike's basement once more. Lucas and Dustin had nearly broken down my door earlier this morning in a frantic scramble. They had both began talking really fast but I caught bits and pieces, something about Mike hearing Will. That was enough to get me out of my room, regardless of my health, or whatever the hell is wrong with me.

It took me less than five minutes to get dressed and before I knew it, I was on my bike and in the lead to Mike's. When we got there he quickly ushered us down to the basement and that is how we all ended up sitting by El, listening to her fiddle with the supercomm. The voice I heard was hard to believe but unmistakably Will's.

I knew that a big part of me was hoping so desperately that he was alive that I was willing to believe anything. I know it's not healthy, but I couldn't resist giving into the belief that my best friend is alive.

"Yeah, I heard a baby," Lucas all but sighed.

"What?" Mike asked, seemingly astonished.

"Mike, you obviously tapped into a baby monitor. It's probably the Blackburns' next door." Lucas sighed, wanting to believe that Will was alive.

I could tell he wanted it to be true. But I guess that's where we are different, Lucas is better at sticking to reality and reason. Something I often envied.

"Uh, did that sound like a baby to you? That was Will!" Mike said matter-of-factly.

Lucas rolled his eyes, clearly getting frustrated.

"Mike..."

"Lucas, you don't understand. He spoke last night. Words! He was singing that weird song he loves. Even El heard him!"

My head snapped up. I had been silent throughout this whole endeavor, keeping a safe distance from the circle, still not completely sure if I was sick enough to contaminate anyone. But I spoke up.

"Should I Stay or Should I Go? By the Clash?" My voice was slightly urgent.

"Yes! At least I think it's by th– you know what? It doesn't matter. The point is," he looked around the room to party one by one, his eyes landed on me last with a knowing look. "I think there is a good chance Will is alive."

I gave a small smile at Mike, communicating my gratitude silently.

"Well if El heard him–" Lucas began, annoyed.

"Are you sure you're on the right channel?" Dustin cut in.

"I don't think it's about that. I think, somehow, she's channeling him."

"Like... like Professor X."

"Yeah."

Lucas looked to me, then the boys. "Are you actually believing this crap?"

"I don't know, I mean..." Dustin sighed. "Do you remember when Will fell off his bike and broke his finger? He sounded a lot like that."

Lucas gave us an incredulous look. "Did you guys not see what I saw? They pulled Will's body out of the water. He's dead!" Lucas screamed, his eyes landed on me long enough for him to see the pain in my eyes.

A lump in my throat grew large, and my palms became warm again. My eyes stung as I blinked away the tears, never breaking eye contact with Lucas. I stood up abruptly and excused myself in a hoarse whisper.

"Y/n..." Lucas sighed after me, only to be met with the bathroom door swinging shut.

My palms gripped the counter as I tried catching my breath. The salty tears escaped my eyes and I looked into the mirror to see what a mess I was. I really didn't want to have another anxiety attack. Not now. It's the last thing I need.

I wiped my eyes and blew my nose in some toilet paper. I grabbed an extra washcloth and set it aside. I turned on the faucet and waited for the temperature to cool down. I could hear the muffled voices of the boys, and then some scattered shuffling. When I was finally satisfied with the cool temperature of the water I ran the washcloth under the sink, soaking it in cold water.

I rung out the damp cloth over the sink before bringing it to my cheeks. The cool soft cloth felt refreshing on my heated face, and I put pressure over my eyes to bring down the swelling. It seemed to do the trick. I took an extra moment to steady my breathing, and I brought my hand up to rub my neck, sighing. However, I recoiled my hand when my neck was met with a harsh sting of heat. I looked at my hands, confused.

'The water couldn't have been that hot, could it? But, that...'

Too many questions arose from that simple theory, so I quickly dismissed it. Knowing that the longer I stay, the more worried the boys will become. And all I want is to know what the hell is going on. I open the door and rejoin my friends.

However, I don't see El or Mike.

Just Dustin and Lucas digging out some old boxes. Dustin noticed the look of confusion on my face and fills me in.

"We think if we get El to a stronger radio, like the Heathkit at school, she will be able to get a stronger connection to Will. We just need to find her a disguise. Mike is upstairs helping her out on makeup."

I nod, joining the boys and begin digging through another box, rifling through the many abandoned clothes and costumes.

"Y/n? I'm sorry, I just–" Lucas speaks up softly.

"It's fine," I mumble, not bothering to look up from the box.

I know he is sorry, but I also know that if I dwell on it any longer I will only grow more upset. I hear him sigh, and return to the box. An old pink dress I can only assume once belonged to Nancy had caught my eye. I pulled it out of the box and showed it to the guys.

Lucas gave a firm nod, and Dustin proudly showed off a blonde wig he had found. I lead the way upstairs and handed El the dress and wig which I had taken from Dustin. I gave her a small smile, indicating that I was okay and not mad at her.

She seemed more comfortable with the idea of changing alone but insisted I help with the wig, she seemed very confused as to what it was. The boys were busy talking, but I was the only one who noticed her peaking her head from behind the door.

I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. She looked nervous but I didn't blame her. I smiled.

"You look great. And you'll do fine, I promise. Mike and I have got your back, and so does Dustin and Lucas, as much as they might deny it."

These words of comfort seem to earn a grateful smile from her. I return the gesture and grab the wig off of the bed.

"Alright, this may be different from what you're used to but it grows on you. Longer hair, I mean." I chuckle to myself at my unintended pun, knowing she probably wouldn't get it.

Embarrassed, I shake away the comment and I adjust the wig on her, helping her to straighten out some loose hairs.

"And you are done. Are you ready?"

El looked to me, a thoughtful expression on her face before nodding. I open the door and step out to see the boys all turn in unison.

They look to me before I silently step aside to reveal El in her disguise. She held herself in a different way, I could tell. It wasn't bad but she didn't seem to know either. It was new. And Mike. Well, Mike couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Then again, what else is new? I smiled as I watched the scene unfold.

"Wow. She looks–" Dustin perked up.

"Pretty." Mike finished, his jaw practically on the floor.

El smiled at him shyly, a small blush dusted her cheeks. Mike seemed to realize what he had said and tried to play it off.

"Good. You look pretty good."

I rolled my eyes at his behavior and watched as El walked over to the mirror, Mike following. She seemed entranced at what she saw in the reflection. I can only imagine what it must be like for her.

She looked longingly into the mirror before wistfully whispering.

"Pretty." There was a pause, and her face seemed to fall a bit. "Good."

I pressed my lips into a firm line at the sight.

I just hope this works.

#you'll float queue #stranger things #will byers x reader #reader insert #will byers #dustin henderson #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #cosmic #y/n henderson #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #the body

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nomadiiccc · 3 years

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carnation : what is your muse’s relationship with their gender ? how do they express or not express this relationship ?

[ meme ]

not me answering these like 10 billion years later. oh my god i love this question. SO, canonically, we've only seen loki presenting as male. except we get that little nod that he's not cis in the loki series where his sex is listed as fluid ( marvel, gender and sex are not the same but you're trying, i'll allow it. ) and ofc we get a female variant. BUT. i don't think loki sees himself as "fully male".

typically i write loki as having shifted forms quite a few times and having explored other genders. but i was actually talking with chelsea today about the possibility that if he hadn't explored it yet, sylvie might open his mind to actually trying it. that she's given him permission in a sense to do some self-exploration and dig into a part of his identity that he's masked or shoved on the back burner in lieu of other things.

regardless, my loki does more often feel male. he does "male things", he doesn't take issue with his maleness. but gender roles have always felt incredibly stifling to him. he is a man who studies magic, something that is seen as feminine in asgardian society. in norse culture, those men who use seiðr ( magic ) are often referred to as ergi, or unmanly. it's confusing to him because he's witnessed odin's command of seiðr, too, but no one would call odin ergi. so he made sure to keep up on his physical training, too, even though he will never have the same physical prowess or natural combat ability that thor possesses. his mind is a greater weapon, his magic also. but the very thing he's turned to to become a better warrior has also ostracized him from their ranks.

he doesn't condemn femininity on that basis, either, when it would be easy for him to turn on female sorcerors in an effort to distinguish that he's NOT like them. he embraces them, learns from them, and yes, he does consider himself better than most of them but that's not just fragile masculinity, it's because he's done the work. i think sometimes he even envies that they can embrace magic in its entirety without having to look for some kind of 'okay but!!', and that they can be more expressive and more creative without being seen as weak. he has felt the pull of femininity before, and he appreciates feminine beauty, but also all the stories of the valkyries, female warriors who were highly respected. he sees how sif can be a woman and a warrior, and he leans into whatever can help him shake up those gender roles that attempt to keep asgard rooted in archaic ideas.

he wants to break free, turn gender on its head, be both masculine and feminine, and whatever the fuck he feels like at any given moment because it IS fluid. it is not a binary, even if male and female WERE the only two options. it's a spectrum, a whole fucking color wheel tbh, and he likes to be artistic and brutal all at once. he will always be someone who challenges the rules, and that starts with gender.

#( i know i died that night & i’ll never be brought back to life | headcanons. )#( i have a feeling this ask is going to be a bitch to format #so if it stays in big text oops.#please observe my wall of texting about my favorite genderchaotic. )#( oh thank god i was able to edit & small text it. )

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sliggoons · 4 years

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I SAW YOU WOULD LIKE REQUESTS FOR MY MAN GUZMA AND I AM HERE TO FULFILL THE REQUEST 😁 a drabble with Guzma and male!reader being bros plz? Maybe they develop a crush on each other and start getting flustered around the other? Idk, just seems cute and I am very gay for Guzma and I'm not afraid to admit it 😏

Wowie I love this idea so much !! I try my absolute best to keep all my writings gender neutral,, so hopefully I can still maintain the integrity of your ask, but! Do it gender neutral, I hope you enjoy !!! (‘bro’ and ‘dude’ are pretty gender neutral imo so hopefully you agree :) )

Just Bros? Guzma x Reader where they’re good friends

You and Guzma had been friends, and only friends, for at least a year now. He was your go to buddy for anything. You had the same taste in video games, the same taste in music, the same favorite foods, it was no wonder the two of you had been joined at the hip since y’all met.

Today Guzma had drug you along to play basketball with him, whether you actually enjoyed it or not, it was something you found yourself doing frequently. Guzma said he loved playing with you, but you knew you were just easy to beat.

“Nice one, bro!” Guzma exclaimed as you watched your shot swish through the net. “You’re getting pretty good at this, huh? Might even beat me one day if you keep it up.” He went over to retrieve the ball, passing you as he did so. He stuck his hand out, to which you delivered an enthusiastic high five. But this time, your hand lingered against his just a second longer, your eyes snapped up to his wide ones. You wondered, was he feeling this too? You tried to brush it off, but the tingling of your skin, the butterflies raging in your stomach, the blush creeping up your neck wasn’t something you could pretend didn’t just happen. You ignored the thought for now, lining yourself up to block Guzma’s shot.

After Guzma had wiped the court with you, (the final score being 34-8), he suggested the two of you go grab a bite to eat. “Ice cream?” you suggested, the sun today seemed hotter than ever and after an intense game, the two of you had just about sweated through your tees. Tank top, in Guzma’s case. You kinda hated him for that white tank top, the way it clung to his torso, defining the half-there six pack. It showcased his broad shoulders; his muscular arms, shining with sweat, were on full display. You envied him, you told yourself, but the heat rising on your face made you question how true that really was.

You realized it as you sat at the wooden picnic table a short walk from the ice cream shop. Your treat was half melted, dripping onto your hand, shaking you out of your stupor.

“Dude, you okay?” Guzma asked. Your face flushed, realizing he had caught you staring at the way the sunlight filtered through his hair. Was it soft? Your fingers were dying to find out. You studied the way the shadows of the leaves fell over his collarbones, the glint of his golden chain highlighting his already golden skin.

“Yeah, just tired is all.” You could have sworn there was a faint blush on Guzma’s cheeks. Maybe it was just the heat.

“Guess I really wore you out today, huh?” He had the audacity to wink at you before standing up, leaving you there dumbfounded. You thought he was on to you, disgusted by your thoughts and ten miles down the road, but really he had just gone to grab a napkin so you could wipe off your sticky hands.

“Oh, thanks.” A silence settled between the two of you, awkward and tense, so unusual for the two of you. “I, uh, I better get going. I have that thing I gotta do at home,” you stuttered, catching a glimpse of disappointment? on Guzma’s face. And so you bolted. Yeah, it was a pretty lame thing for you to do, but being around him was too much. All of this had sprung up in just a day. Since when did you have a crush on your best friend? Maybe you were just having an off day, you couldn’t have a crush on Guzma of all people. There’s no way he’d like you back, and you really didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship trying to find out.

You and Guzma didn’t hang out near as much over the next few days. You were still stuck somewhere between denial and such hardcore pining you thought you might throw up. You never imagined you could want to hold someone’s hand so badly that it hurt.

Your best friend seemed to be acting differently too. Was it possible he knew? Could he have picked up on it somehow? He had to have. Guzma would never normally make such offhand comments or jokes as he was now, and Guzma is never this much of a mess. He’s probably the smoothest guy you know, but yesterday he couldn’t tell you your outfit was sick without stuttering and staring at the ground.

Part of you deep down was hoping, praying, begging he was flustered, feeling the same things as you, but you reminded yourself how unlikely that was. That’s why you were standing in front of your mirror, five minutes after the time you told Guzma you’d be there. The silly lovestruck teen in you was winning, while the other half was begging you to ditch the flattering outfit for your usual attire. If you went out of your way to wear your nicest set of clothes, Guzma was bound to notice something.

You settled for a mix, something pretty nice, a shirt Guzma had picked out for you in a shop months ago. “This is so dope! You gotta try it on,” he had said, without looking at the price. Of course, you fell in love with the top, gagging after you looked at the tag. There was no way you could afford that. You smiled as you remembered that day, thinking of all the fun you and Guzma had, and all the trouble he could have gotten you into, shoplifting that shirt just for you. He justified it saying, “It looks too good on you, the real crime would be you not havin’ it.”

Within the next few minutes, you and Guzma were sitting side by side on the back porch step of one of the Po Town houses, watching the rain fall. There was a small awning to keep the two of you dry, but cold raindrops still splashed up to soak your sneakers. After what seemed like years, you and Guzma were still sitting there in silence, no more than a few words of greeting exchanged between you. He was fidgeting, something he only did when he was nervous. In turn, you got nervous, just from watching the bouncing of his knee, the way he chewed on his finger nails, black nail polish flaking off. Finally you couldn’t take it, you’d had enough.

“I hate this. What’s gotten up with us, G?” You looked over at him, regretting the way the words tumbled out harsher than intended.

“I dunno,” he mumbled. You sighed, waiting as the silence stretched out again, until Guzma broke it, stopping your racing heart in its tracks. “I like you, dude.”

What was that supposed to mean? Probably not what you hoped it did. You answered, carefully, your voice wavering, “Guzma, of course I like you too, we’re bros, right?”

He sighed, heavy, “Just bros?”

You looked at him, confused. There was no way he actually meant that, your heart fluttered, pounding away inside your chest, your stomach dropped, you could feel your face burning brighter than the sun. “I, what do-”

Guzma cut you off, grabbing the back of your head with his hand and crashing his lips to yours. It was forceful, messy, and over way, way too soon.

“Oh. You meant like that.”

“Yeah,” His voice cracked as he rested his elbows on his legs, his head hanging low, that didn’t stop you from noticing the blush so intense even the tips of his ears were red.

“Hey, look at me, G,” you got his attention. It was your turn to cut him off as he opened his mouth in question, but he was grateful to have your lips pressed against his instead.

#twelve #Guzma x reader #Guzma imagine #pokemon guzma #pokemon x reader #pokemon imagines

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charlierainfordsso · 3 years

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Okay, since it’s Christmas/New Year, your local ginger Jorvik-obsessed grinch is feeling vaguely festive. So, as a present, I gift to you a long Charlie x Josh piece, which explores how they met and is full of nauseating fluff and so much sweetness you’ll probably have to go to the dentist for cavities. It’s under the cut, happy holidays- now let me grinch in peace.

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When the roads of Jorvik became blanketed in at least two foot of snow overnight, traffic ground to a halt. There was no way lorries and cars were getting through this. The owners of the delicate warmblood horses tucked them away in their stalls, wrapping them up more carefully than any Christmas present. Suddenly, the landscape was dotted with hairy, sturdy ponies and cobs, the only horses capable of ploughing their way through the deep drifts to get where they needed to be.

But Charlie could.

Isolated from the rest of Jorvik, the rangers of Redwood Point worried about how they’d feed their horses. Rovar’s Gap had drifts up to their armpits. No feed lorry could get through there.

Right now, she was in Silverglade village, loading supplies into a well-crafted sleigh. Standing patiently at the front, their breath curling into white clouds of steam, were Dreamweaver and Foxfire, known more commonly by their stable names, Fancy and Sven, respectively. The two grey Irish cobs could have passed for twins were it not for Sven’s paler coat. It had been a long time since Chas had worked the two in harness together, but she’d dug the old leather out from her tack room, shined it up, and borrowed a sleigh from the Jarlassons, who bred and drove Clydesdales.

The two harnessed horses drew a crowd of curious children, all wrapped up to the ears in scarves and hats and mittens by their doting parents. Sven, good natured as ever, bent his great shaggy head down to their affection. Fancy kept hers up and haughty, but still had a crowd of admirers. The mare almost seemed to be posing, aware of how striking she looked in the brass and leather gear.

Charlie flicked her red hair out of her eyes with the back of her hand as she noticed a stir over by Steve’s barn. She glanced back at the loading process, but Courtney, Big Bonny, and Lance, who was back in the village visiting his parents for Christmas, rather than at Starshine, were all helping out. They seemed to have it well under control, so Charlie made her way curiously towards the barn.

She didn’t expect to see Josh holding court, but that’s exactly what she saw. Blankets and cushions were spread out over the floor of the barn, and a group of entranced teenagers were gathered while he told a story with lively gestures and his wonderfully free grin. He had a lock of his white-blonde hair falling into his eyes, and Charlie wanted to brush it out of the way. She’d offered to cut it, but he said he liked the longer length. And it suited him. Softened his features a little.

Charlie took her eyes off her boyfriend and let them wander over the group of teens. These few had chosen to stay for the winter Jorvik experience, rather than the oh-so-popular summer camp. She wondered how many of them would stay on at the end, like she had, two years ago now.

But then again, she thought as she glanced over to Josh with a small internal smile, I had love to make me stay, and that’s a powerful motivator.

None of the teens looked older than fifteen, and Charlie, though she was only nineteen, suddenly felt rather old, envying their fresh faces, their innocence, their differences all lost in the face of their shared love for horses. She hoped none of them would have to learn of the Soul Riders, and the fine and dangerous line they walked between good and evil to keep the two separate. Across the miles that separated Starshine Ranch and Silverglade, Charlie felt Stargazer sense her sudden weariness. She knew that the handsome chestnut Jorvik Warmblood raised his head from his grazing, gazing across the river as though he could see her.

‘Are you okay, dear heart?’ His resonant voice asked her gently in her mind.

‘I’m fine, fire horse. Not a thing to worry your head about.’ Her response seemed to settle him, but she could feel his concern linger, so she added; ‘Go back to your grazing. We’re not strong enough to do this for long without a headache yet.’

He sent her a wave of affection that she returned, then she felt his presence leave her mind as she returned to the here-and-now.

Josh was spinning the youngsters a tale that he’d once fooled her with; the Jackalope story. He hadn’t noticed her yet, so she leant quietly against a wooden column and folded her arms, listening to the same soothing drawl that lulled her to sleep on the bad nights. He didn’t understand all that she did to keep Jorvik and then the world from descending into chaos, but he knew all about nightmares. And he was the one thing that kept them at bay for her, just as she did for him.

“…I zagged and I zigged, but the beast caught me… with the razor-sharp teeth of a rabbit and the pent up anger of an antelope, it gored me through my favourite foot!”

Charlie covered her mouth with her sleeve, suppressing a snigger. She knew this game of his well. He’d see how ridiculous he could get before someone caught on. It was how they whiled away the long hours of herding cattle between Starshine and Mistfall, him with his story-telling and her backing him up, straight-faced, as they rode along.

“When the winter wind blows, I still feel the sting…” Josh dropped his voice ominously, and Charlie gained a petty amusement from the way the younger teens clung to each other’s arms, “…and my foot’s never been the same since. I won’t show you the scar, the sight of it would horrify you! To this day I can’t take my boots off in front of others.”

He straightened up from his looming posture and the young riders glanced at each other nervously, clearly spooked. Charlie remembered being at their stage well. Experienced enough to know that Jorvik was a magical place, and yet…not wise enough to know what to believe.

“What do ya think?” Josh asked cheerfully, seemingly unaware of his nervous audience, but Charlie caught the glint of mischief in his hazel-green eyes. He looked around, finally spotting her. She lifted one hand from her folded arms, gave him a tiny wave. He gave that heart-flipping grin of hers, and a sly wink. Play along. She could do that.

“Well obviously,” she said, keeping her voice neutral and deadpan as she pushed off the column and sauntered forwards, “you zagged when you should have zigged.”

Her words garnered the attention of the teens, and she heard their flurry of whispers. All things she’d heard before.

“…she’s the one who got trained by those weird druids…”

“…I heard her horse is the bravest in Jorvik …”

“…well I heard they’re both equally crazy…they ride stunts no sane person or horse would try…”

“…she knows Anne Von Blyssen, the dressage rider…”

But she kept her attention on Josh. The teens’ distraction gave him enough time to arrange his face in a very good mockery of surprise.

“You mean some kinda zig-zag manoeuvre? That’s so crazy it might actually work! Gotta pass that to my buddies in the US.”

“You do that.” Charlie remarked with a grin, before turning to the teens. “Alright kids, story time’s over. You guys have horses to take care of.”

They scattered faster than those unnervingly stealthy chickens at Sunfield Farm. Chas wandered up to Josh, stepping into his waiting embrace and wrapping her arms around his torso. She buried her face in his shirt, breathing in his scent. Pine and fresh air and saddle oil.

“Hi,” she said happily into his shoulder, tightening her hold as his hand stroked her hair, “what brings you to Steve’s?”

“Hi yourself darlin’,” he responded quietly, “picking up some feed for Mary’s sheep. What are you up to then?”

Charlie gestured vaguely behind her in the direction of the sleigh. “Taking supplies up to Redwood Point. Can’t get a lorry up that slope with the snow, never mind over the bridge.”

Charlie gave an internal shudder at the thought of any motor vehicle trying to cross that stone arch in snow. It was bad enough without. She felt Josh’s chin move on her hair as he looked towards the sleigh.

“Smart.” he said approvingly, and she felt a pleased warmth at the compliment, stepping back from his embrace to move around to his side. He wrapped one arm around her shoulders, and she put hers around his waist, as they wandered outside, strides in sync. “Looks like we’ve got a little time before they finish loading.”

Charlie gave a hum of agreement. She glanced over to the young riders, now fetching their mounts from Steve’s paddock. Their orange tops, swapped from t-shirts to thick fleeces for the winter, marked them out as visitors. Their loaned horses, the Jorvik Warmbloods that Moorland specialised in, were shaggy with their thick winter fur. Charlie was pleased to note there were a couple of boys among the riders. Moorland’s riding camps had always had a bit of a gender imbalance, but that seemed to be changing.

“I remember being one of them.” Chas said a little nostalgically, shooting Josh a mischievous grin as they ambled up to the runestone on the tiny hill behind Steve’s taking in the view. “Simpler times, eh?”

“Worse times,” Josh said firmly, “because I wasn’t with you.”

“You sap.” Charlie nudged him affectionately with her elbow, before standing on tiptoe to kiss his cheek, fully aware of just how cold her lips were. He retaliated by tickling her ribs under her thick fisherman-knit jumper and she squirmed away, putting her hands on her hips in mock-offence. He pouted teasingly at her, before opening his arms. Unable to stay mad at him, even as a joke, she accepted his hug.

“First time I saw you, you were one of them,” Josh recalled, gazing down towards Moorland. Chas cocked her head and he glanced at her from the corner of his eye, “but I never told you about that, did I?”

Chas shook her head. “You have to tell me now.”

Josh cleared snow off the low stone wall and sat, pulling him down with her. “It was in the days before the ranch, when I still worked at Moorland…”

“A year before,” Chas recalled, “that was when I arrived.”

“Right,” Josh nodded, “your hair was all blonde and spiky and short then.”

Chas held a strand of her long red hair and examined it. Sometimes she still thought she could see blonde dye at the very ends, though it had been so long since she’d dyed it.

“Anyway, there you were, this spiky scrap of a girl with that stallion that everyone else gave up on for his temper, but you saw yourself in him…and I remember lookin’ at you two and thinking…”

They looked like they’d like to fight the world. And they looked like they might just win too.

That was what Josh thought when he saw them. Loretta had wandered over to introduce the newest batch of summer campers, giving him some half-hearted flirting since Justin wasn’t paying her any attention. As usual, the oblivious boy remained…well, oblivious.

They were the usual bunch of fresh-faced horsey hopefuls, wide-eyed and wondering. Most of them were British, and stared at his Western gear in abject fascination.

But she was different. It wasn’t that she wasn’t British. She was, and when she spoke it was a Highland Scots accent that sounded like the river rolling over smooth stones. It was her attitude. She stood apart from the others, tall and lean as a whip, golden eyes distrustful and sharp as a fox. At her back stood that stallion, Stargazer. Josh knew that stallion all too well. He was a rescue. Nobody knew his past, but he treated each human as though they were his mortal enemy. He’d launched the farrier through a stable partition just last week, and nobody in Moorland stables hadn’t experienced the fiery chestnut’s wrath. With the exception of Justin, the only human Stargazer seemed to tolerate. And even then, only barely.

Yet here that fiery devil-horse stood, muzzle nearly touching this strange girl’s shoulder. He was more fierce than a knight guarding a royal, or a dragon guarding a damsel, like in the stories Josh’s mother had read him as a child, tucked up in bed in their Wyoming mountain cabin. What kind of magic had she worked? Not, of course, that magic was real (or so he thought at the time) but if it was, she had to have used it.

Her hair was in spikes that seemed to represent her personality. When she answered a question her responses were often monosyllabic, always cutting. Her face was striking, a straight arrogant nose, a strong, sharp jaw, heavily freckled from the summer sun, but never showed a smile or even a twitch of her lips.

Josh was intrigued by her, he couldn’t deny it. His mother had never tired of reminding her that troubled people led others into trouble, but he found himself around the troubled ones, humans and horses alike, all too often.

“Charlie Rainford. Strange kid.” Thomas had remarked, his dark eyes, so like his son’s, watching the new riders take care of their horses. The girl, Charlie, seemed to be in her own world with Stargazer, the usually temperamental stallion dozing as she brushed him. “Won’t talk about her parents or home life at all. Just that they sent her here to get her out of the way. Horses make her happy, and she’s a natural. I’d swear she’s ridden before- and maybe she has. But she’s reckless- rides like the Devil’s chasing her. And if she doesn’t, then the horse runs like it anyway. They’re bad as each other.”

Josh let his gaze drift to her again. “He thrown her off yet?”

“He tried. Bucking, bolting, nearly flipped over. Went the whole nine yards. She stuck like a limpet and hasn’t had a problem since.”

Josh was fascinated. What had made Stargazer take to her? Why hadn’t she given up on the sour horse like everyone else?

From that day on, as much as Josh tried to break the habit, he couldn’t help but notice Charlie Rainford whenever she was nearby.

“Really? I caught your attention even then?” Charlie was amazed. She remembered that first meeting. She’d been hurt and a little disoriented over her parents abruptly launching her to Jorvik, finally having had enough of her constant chaos and troublemaking in a desperate bid to get them to look at her, their daughter, rather than an expense, someone to be paraded at parties for all their rich friends then hidden away again. Jorvik was strange, loud and confusing. The only thing that had made sense was Stargazer, that let-down, angry look in his eyes the same as hers, and she’d known instinctively that all he needed was someone who wouldn’t give up on him.

She’d noticed Josh as she trailed at the back of the group, distancing herself. He’d seemed friendly, polite, but distant. A couple of years older than most of the summer camp riders. She’d heard the other girls whispering about him in the stables, about how “cute” he was. All she’d seen was another person to potentially let her down if she got close. So she’d stuck to Stargazer, the horse becoming her rock and anchor, the only thing that supported her as her world was turned upside down by magic and mayhem.

Eventually though, that had changed. The quiet, calming manner Josh always had around spooked horses had gradually worked on her, settling her. He’d shared his dreams of having a ranch with her, and in response to him letting his guard down, she’d confided her past in him. Though he hadn’t quite understood the whole Soul Rider business, he’d supported her through it, eased her grief over Elizabeth when the time came. And she always knew when he needed a distraction from his homesickness, or just someone to listen to him.

At the end of Charlie’s summer camp, she’d flat-out told her parents she wasn’t coming home. She was a legal adult, Jorvik needed her and accepted her for who she was. The other reason, of course, was her steadily growing love for Josh, which she hadn’t admitted to anyone then, not even to herself.

The admission of their feelings had come at Christmas last year, in a beautiful yet all-too-cliche mistletoe moment carefully set up by Alex and Maya (with how clueless those two were about eachother, Charlie thought, it was a miracle they’d clued into Josh and Charlie) at a party hosted by the Moorlands. And now, here they were. Charlie looked at Josh’s side profile, suddenly aware of how very lucky she was. He turned his head and caught her looking, smiling at her. She traced his features with her gaze.

“What are you lookin’ at?” he asked her, pulling her closer against his side. Charlie shook her head, feeling a faint warmth in her cheeks.

“Nothing at all,” she murmured, “merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

He tilted her chin up with a finger, dropping a sweet kiss on her lips before grinning at her. “And happy anniversary too.”

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Hello! Might I be able to get a scenario of Nami with a S/O who has a DF ability to charm/persuade people? They used to do all kinds of jobs overseas for their kingdom, something they were continuously asked to do. They left the kingdom, wandering the seas and became lazy without a purpose- both mentally and in terms of using their powers.

i don’t really know if i filled out the request specifically like you wanted but yk, it happens. i love nami’s hair after the timeskip tbh. also, in case anyone doesn’t want to read it, it is written with a female partner in mind, but the pronouns are only used once. i try really hard to encompass a gender neutral reader, but sometimes i just can’t swing it entirely. it’s also 3k words so avoid if you don’t want to read it all lol

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“Oh, come on,” you said, feeling the familiar feeling of your power flowing through your fingertips. You rested your hand on the pretty shopkeeps arm, watching her cheeks pink as it hit her. “I just need some new clothes and I know you don’t want me wandering around without a jacket, do you?”

She stuttered and seemed just on the verge of giving in when the bell rang above the door. You sighed as the shopkeep snapped out of it, wearing a flustered, confused look. At your elbow, a red-head appeared, with large brown eyes and an expression that was all too familiar. It was the same one you were wearing just a few moments ago.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt,” she said in a falsely sweet voice, and you smirked. She was good, but you were better.

“That’s okay,” you said, stroking your finger down the attendants hand and allowing the charm to flow again. “What were you going to say, sweetie?”

The confused look cleared up, leaving only the pink cheeked fluster behind again. “O-Oh, right. You can have a few things, i-if you really need it. I think that’ll be okay.”

The red-head watched in awe as you smiled sweetly and turned, allowing the essence to linger long enough for you to snag up a dozen different articles of clothing. You had scoped out exactly what you wanted before speaking to the cashier. It wasn’t that you couldn’t use your powers to a more full effect, you just didn’t want to.

As you were putting the clothing into a bag, the other woman followed you and, in a whisper, asked, “How did you do that?”

You turned to her and grinned as you were double checking on the size of the rather gorgeous jacket that had caused you to enter the store in the first place. Satisfied, you tucked it into the bag before heading back to the counter. Before you could even think to say anything, she was already blushing.

“My friend here forgot her wallet…would it be okay for her to grab a few things. I’m sure she’ll come and pay you back,” you said, covering her hand with yours. You almost felt bad as you watched her eyes glaze over and her head nod. She was likely going to get into trouble for this. Then again, you couldn’t really bring yourself not to. It was too easy and you were far too lazy to actually try and earn your way.

“I-I don’t think…well…alright. Just-Just one thing, though, okay?” she said, her brows furrowing in her attempt to fight against you. Just a little more, and she relaxed again. “Alright, alright. My boss is gonna kill me but…”

“You’re so sweet! Thank you so much,” you said, squeezing her hand once before letting go. You’re sweet smile turned into an amused smirk as you met the pretty woman’s surprised eyes.

“That is a seriously useful trick,” she said and went around gathering up the things that caught her eye. She wasted no time and was back in front of you before you knew it with a large bag stuffed full of whatever looked good. “I’ve got a friend back on the ship who might like some of these too, so I just grabbed stuff. It’s not every day that I get such a great deal.”

The bell above the door rang and, as soon as it shut again,, the poor attendant looked around in utter confusion. “Where did they go?”

Outside, you were watching the woman look around at the other shops in the area, as if she were trying to decide where to go next.

“Unfortunately,” you said to gather her attention, “I won’t be able to accompany you on your next heist. Of course, you could join me for lunch. I might be able to swing us a free meal. If you’re interested.”

Her eyes lit up at the mention of ‘free food’ and nodded. “I’m Nami, by the way. Thank you for doing that. It was awesome.”

You grinned. You hadn’t even had to use your power on her to get her to agree. A dark feeling welled up inside of you at the thought, the reminder of things you used to have to do with your powers. When you had left the employ of your former king, you swore never to do that again. Which left you feeling pretty pleased with yourself that Nami had agreed to lunch with you.

“Where do you want to go?” you asked, and followed her directions to a rather upscale restaurant a little ways down. You laughed at the choice, and she grinned.

Opening the door, she said, “I like the finer things in life, but I don’t like paying for them. You seem like you might be the same way.”

You nodded in agreement, although that wasn’t entirely the case. You didn’t care so much about how nice things were so much as how easy those nice things were to obtain. The shopkeeper was an easy target, she had been eyeing you the moment you entered the store anyway. The host that greeted you at the door was already turning his nose up at you, which annoyed you.

Taking Nami’s hand in yours, you said, “Two please,” with an obviously false smile.

You could already see in his eyes that he was going to say no, but you were ready for it. Allowing just a little more of your essence to spread to him, his eyes glazed over and he smiled.

“Right this way, please.”

Once you were seated, Nami immediately started in asking about your powers. You politely explained to her about your Devil Fruit, the Glamour Glamour Fruit, and what it allowed you to do. It actually allowed you to do far more than just get free things, but you had no real inclination to use them, for a variety of reasons, none of which you shared with her. You paused only when the waiter arrived, and immediately pegged him as an easy mark. No doubt he would lose his job over it, but that wasn’t your concern.

“So,” she said once you finished going into detail, “did you use your powers to seduce me?” She said it in a joking tone, but it still sent a tremor through you. More than once, you had done that, and the end results were usually rather messy.

“No, I’m afraid this is all on you,” you said with a laugh, hoping you hid your unease well enough. It wasn’t something you liked to dwell on if you could help it, but somehow she kept bringing up those distant memories. She’s just lucky she’s so pretty, you thought with a fond smile.

The rest of the meal was filled with mundane chatter. You had recognized her in the shop as the Cat Burglar from the Straw Hats, but her name escaped you at the time. She told you some of her adventures with them, and you smiled wistfully. It had been such a long time since you had experienced anything like that and you envied her.

By the time the check rolled around, you were sure you had made a friend for life. She was charming in her own way, hilarious, and not to mention beautiful. You found yourself not wanting to say goodbye as you left the restaurant, leaving the waiter to foot the bill this round.

“Well, I’d better go find my crewmates…” she said, bouncing on the balls of her feet. She looked nervous, and kept meeting your eyes only to look away.

You weren’t faring much better, wanting to look but nervously avoiding anything longer than a glance. After a few awkward moments of neither of you saying anything, she took a deep breath.

“So, my crew and I are gonna be at the bar over there later tonight. I’d really like it if you’d join us,” she said breathlessly, her cheeks pink. She fidgeted with the back in her hand as she waited for your answer, unable to look at you. She really hoped that you would say yes, because she really wanted to see you again, having had such a great time with you.

You flushed the same as her and grinned. “You just want free drinks,” you teased gently, poking her shoulder.

Nami laughed nervously and shook her head. “No, no, definitely not. I just…you know, had fun today and wanted you to meet the others is all.” She didn’t say it, but she hoped you understood that she wanted to spend more time with you. Fortunately for her, it seemed you did, because you nodded.

“Sure, I’ll be there,” you said and held up your bag of new clothes. “It’ll give me a chance to wear these anyway. I’ll…see you later, I guess.”

“Bye,” she said, walking backwards a little before turning away. You watched for a moment longer as she sashayed away before heading towards the inn you were staying at. You had a few hours to kill and, for the first time in a long time, you decided to actually put some effort into something.

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When you arrived at the bar, it was already packed, and you had to stand on your tiptoes and hope you caught sight of that fiery red hair. Before you could delve into the crowd in search of them, though, Nami appeared at your elbow. Taking yours into her small, soft one, she pulled you through the bar without a word, to a table that was filled with a half dozen other people. As soon as you sat down, a blond man started fawning over the two of you.

“Nami told me you were gorgeous, but she didn’t tell me how gorgeous,” Sanji blurted out, seemingly without thinking. This earned him a solid punch to the head from a furious Nami, who was blushing hard enough that you could tell where her hair ended and her face began.

When she sat back down next to you, she wouldn’t look at you and the red didn’t fade. With a laugh, you reached out and took her hand, giving it a squeeze. She finally looked to you and smiled, though it seemed if anything she burned brighter. All the while, Sanji was gushing away in the background so hard you were surprised he hadn’t passed out.

Introductions were finally made, and you stood up to get a drink and Nami stood with you. After you ordered, Nami apologized for ‘her friends behavior’.

You waved her off with a laugh and a shrug. “It’s nice, Nami. It’s been a while since I’ve had this much fun. Is Sanji always likes that?” you asked, leaning against the bar. You had already worked your charms on the bartender, so you and the others would be getting free drinks for the rest of the night.

Nami nodded, leaning next to you, close enough that even breathing caused you to brush her arm. Looking over, you smiled. Even without your power, she had managed to charm you fiercely. Even her friends were charming, in their own way. You had heard a lot of stuff about the Straw Hats, but you couldn’t tell what was real and what was fake. It seemed that most of it was lies though, based on how they were acting tonight. Ridiculous, is the word you would use, but you used it fondly.

Nami shuffled next to you, moving closer into your side. You turned to look and found a man in her space, leering unpleasantly.

“How would you ladies like to join me for a drink?” he asked, following her into you. Before he could get much further, you pulled her away, placing her on your other side.

“Excuse me, would you mind leaving my date alone?” you asked, planting yourself firmly in his path. You could feel Nami’s hand curled around your arm, squeezing gently as she watched you.

The man turned his focus to you, the nasty smile not dropping from his face. “You don’t have to be jealous, beautiful. I said ladies.”

You grimaced and sighed. Typical, you couldn’t have a peaceful night without someone trying to ruin it. You reached out and grabbed the man’s shoulder, watching a glaze wash over his face. His eyes were unsteady but focused on you. “You want to leave us alone, don’t you? You don’t want to ruin our night, that would be rude, wouldn’t it?”

The man was nodding along with your words absentmindedly and, when you released his shoulder, tottered off like he was drunk. You watched him go with a frown, an unpleasant feeling lingering after using that particular power, but you brushed it off. The situation had been resolved without violence, which is all you were after. Turning to Nami, you met her awe struck stare.

“You weren’t joking. You really can just manipulate people like that, huh?” she asked, letting go of your shirt. She leaned around you and watched the man leave the bar and start, looking around in confusion. But he continued to walk without looking back, until he rounded a corner and disappeared.

You nodded and smiled, but you could tell by the look on her face that it wasn’t convincing. To your relief and gratitude though, she didn’t ask. Instead she snagged up one of the drinks that had been placed on the countertop and took your hand in her free one, waiting for you to gather up the remaining mug before tugging you through the crowd. As soon as you were seated at the table, Nami dropped a bomb on you.

“I want you to join our crew,” she said to everyone, but her eyes were mostly on you. The others wore looks of surprise at varying stages, and turned to look at Luffy, who was wearing the most peculiar expression.

“Sure. I like _____. She can join, if you really want, Nami,” he said after a moment. The expression cleared up into a huge grin and that seemed to settle the matter for them.

Nami turned to you, putting on her best puppy dog expression, jutting her lower lip out. “Will you please join, _____? It would mean a lot to me,” she said, squeezing the hand she still held.

You laughed, a full laugh that rang out over the din of the bar and wrapped your arms around her. “Yeah, sure, Nami. I’d love to.”

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