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https-capri · 11 months

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dan heng smut

content: fem aligned reader, pwp, multiple orgasms, face sitting, LOTS of kissing, masturbation, aphrodisiacs, no established rls but very romantic still, cream pie, not rlly proofread, also kinda long... lmk if i missed any cws

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the three of you stumble into the hotel that hosted your trio in belebog. the three of you being dan heng, march and you.

exhausted, you languidly throw yourself down in one of the booths and rest your head on the table, letting out a groan.

march and dan heng are talking as they follow in your steps shortly after, only slightly more awake as they sit in front of you.

you feel march's hand gently touch your back as her cheery voice rings in your ears.

"everything okay?" she asks, opting to sit next to you as you sluggishly turn to her, moving only your head.

you nod, not having the energy to form a verbal response. you blink quickly a couple times, trying to seize the tiredness from your eyes as you sit up, offering march a weak smile.

"let's eat, i'm starved~" march says excitedly, eyes pacing over the menu a few feet away hung above the counter some feet away.

"yes, march. that's why we sat down at a booth and didn't go to our rooms." dan heng says calmly, pestering march already.

you cut in, not wanting to hear them bicker this late. "is this a bar?" you ask obviously as your eyes scan the alcoholic beverages splayed out on the menu hung above the counter.

"duh." march deadpans, sighing as she bites her lip, taking her time choosing her dinner.

your eyes lock on a sparkling drink that has a star by its name on the menu. you don't see a key on the board to explain what it represented, but it looked tasteful regardless.

the drink has a metallic essence and was an ombré of light to dark blue with a fruit on the rim, you evidently shrug and figure an alcoholic drink would be fine to wind down after a tiring mission anyways and don't plan on getting tipsy from one drink.

dan heng and march watch as you excuse yourself from the booth and sit at a stool at the counter, talking to the bartender too quietly for them to eavesdrop.

you order the drink and rest your head on your hand, turning slightly to see march leave to a salad bar and feast on plenty of the food present on the nicely decorated table.

you notice you've dozed off for a bit when your drink is presented in front of you, quickly giving the bartender a sincere thank you before admiring the drink and taking it back to your seat.

"you're not going to eat anything?" dan heng asks as he eyes your drink.

"not really hungry." you reply, swirling your tongue around the thin black straw in your drink.

"i still think you should, food is fuel and you never know when we're going to be on our feet again." he comments with a straight face, but his voice held concern.

"i like to think that we're going to be able to rest after a mission like that." you say optimistically, sighing at the idea of having to do more work than you've already done as you sip your drink slowly.

march comes back with a plate full of food for her and dan heng, looking at your drink with confusion as you scoot to make room for her on your side of the booth.

"i thought you were ordering something to eat?" march asks, stuffing her face with food.

"she said she wasn't hungry." dan heng says, budding into her question.

"she can speak, you know." she says with her mouth full, looking at you with a smile as crumbs lay evidently on her cheeks.

you finish your drink, quickly realizing it was mostly ice and surely was only pricey because of its aesthetics. you sigh and twirl the straw around the glass with boredom.

the three of your chat about your mission as you feel yourself slowly begin to participate actively in the conversation less and less.

you turn your gaze out of the window and look at the sky as the stars make themselves more apparent by flickering brightly.

you look down at your clothes and roll up your sleeves, feeling yourself grow warmer quite suddenly as you try brushing it off.

it becomes increasingly harder to push to the back of your mind as a fuzzy feeling makes itself noticeable in your stomach, excusing yourself to the bathroom in case you got sick.

you glance at yourself in the mirror and you notice the glistening of your skin, bringing your hand up to your forehead and undoubtedly soaking your fingertips with sweat.

you grimace as you look down at your hand, washing them off as you grab a paper towel and wipe off your face, going back to the group briefly before explaining to them that you didn't feel well.

"aww are you sure? you didn't even eat anything!" march says, grabbing onto your arms as she looks at your with a slightly worried look.

dan heng only nods in your direction, not failing to notice the glow of your skin from sweat and ill appearing state.

as soon as you get into your room you strip yourself of your clothes and shower. you assume both the stress and possibly the drink were factors as to why you suddenly felt off. you scrub yourself clean of any sweat and get out of the shower.

after slipping on your nightwear, you climb into bed and find that sleeping it off will most likely be best for you, especially because the astral express would be leaving soon anyways.

you fidget in your bed as the sweat beads up on your skin once more, throwing your hands down against your sides in defeat, you toss the blankets off of you and wonder why you're so hot and why you can't seem to stay still... and why there's a undeniable wetness in your panties.

your face feels hotter than before as you come to the realization, clenching your thighs together as you lay on your side.

three gentle knocks rung from your door as you frantically wipe the sweat from your face, reminding yourself that you need to change your panties after you answer the door, quickly grabbing a new pair as you hear a voice from outside.

"yn, it's dan heng. are you alright?" his sultry voice asks, the door muffling it as he gently knocks once more.

you scurry to the door as you throw your new panties onto the bed, cracking it slightly as you peek through, smiling nervously.

"yes? why?" you ask, failing to sound confident as you lean against the doorframe.

dan heng scans your face as he picks up on your repetitive sweating, he reaches his hand to your forehead as he checks your temperature, offering you a subtle look of concern.

"you feel hot. stay here, i'll grab some things." he says quickly before walking away, you watch him leave in his pajamas as you let out a sigh.

you gasp quietly as you rush to your bed, quickly putting your panties away and searching for anything to put on your lower half so you're decent when he comes into your hotel room.

your bent over in one of the drawers when he enters, not being able to see you clearly in the darkness as he inches closer to you, announcing his presence before setting a water bottle on your nightstand.

you whip your head around, quickly standing up and rushing into your bed as you hide your exposed half under the covers as dan heng lights a candle, coming over to you and giving you a pill.

"what's wrong? are you hot because you don't feel well? is it a headache? did this just happen?" he asks, bombarding you with questions as he sits on the bed next to you.

your breath gets caught in your throat as you drink in the sight of him. your lips part as you admire how the little light of the flame and the moon capture his essence perfectly. his t shirt hangs loosely on his body, exposing his collarbone to you and his pants that hung dangerously low on his waist.

"i'm fine, dan heng. i think it was just the drink." you say quietly, shifting away from him in the bed as you go to lay back down.

dan heng nods with a hum, glancing at you as you make yourself comfortable in the hotel bed once more.

"i'll be right back, again. don't fall asleep yet." he says sternly, excusing himself from your room and closing your door just enough for him to slip back in when he returns.

he steps downstairs back to the bar where he looks at the drink you ordered, making eye contact with the bar tender as he walks closer in his slippers.

his eyebrows raise slightly, not knowing the hotels bar was a 24 hour one.

"hi, may i ask what the star next to the alcoholic drinks represent?" he asks, looking at the drinks ingredients briefly summarized under it as the bartender turns their attention to him.

"oh, of course. it just means their an aphrodisiac, and has a higher concentration of alcohol." they reply honestly, sparing dan heng a glance as they continue washing the dirtied glasses in the sink.

"got it, thank you." he says before quickly bidding them a goodbye and making his way back to your room.

you're alone for a brief amount of time as you wait for dan heng to come back. as much as you wanted to sleep it off, knowing that the feeling your body was emitting was arousal made it much harder.

you creep your hand down to your tank top, slipping a hand inside and massaging your breasts as you let your eyes flutter shut, letting out a relaxed sigh.

dan heng comes back into your room again, this time with nothing as he sits beside you on the bed.

"yn? you're still awake right?" he says, whispering as he nears himself dangerously close to your face, studying your features in the dark to see if you were conscious.

"uh-huh! i'm up." you reply quickly, taken aback by how close he was as he sits up once he sees you're awake.

"good. the drink you had was laced, it was an aphrodisiac so... i'm glad that's all it was." he says, voice growing quieter as he picks his next words carefully.

you tilt your head innocently, unsure of what an aphrodisiac was as you listen to his words intently.

"i can.. stay with you if you'd like if you still feel odd, or i can leave you be to.. take care of yourself." he mutters, coughing into his hand and turning his back to you, unable to face you from embarrassment even if he couldn't see you.

"no.. no i need you to stay." you reply, unsure of what you were even talking about. all you knew was that you were turned on but wanted to sleep, and couldn't when you were alone.

dan heng turns his attention to you in surprise, his eyebrows raised attentively as he fully expected you to excuse him.

"a-are you sure?" he asks, looking at you attentively.

"yes, i wanted to just sleep it off, but once i figured out why i was feeling weird i couldn't..." you admit shyly, pulling him down closer to you so he's laying next to you in bed.

"don't you think you'd sleep better if you just took care of it?" he asked, feeling his own face grow hot as he asked the question, embarrassed about asking something so personal.

"i- i don't know, but now that you're here with me i'm not worried about 'taking care of it'" you say, using his term for a lack of better words, feeling like a child again as this new shyness overtook your ability to speak freely as you turn to dan heng.

"if you insist.. just- let me know at any time if you'd like me to leave." he says in a soft voice, whispering since you two were so close. feeling his warmth on you drove you mad. you slide yourself into his body as you feel him stiffen up.

"just relax, if you're natural about it i'm sure it'll go away." you say softly, already feeling hazy as you let his body heat help you fall asleep.

you don't look at the time when you know he's asleep, feeling him breath rhythmically as he pulls you closer to him, resting his chin on your head in a subconscious state.

now it was your turn to heat up in shock, this whole time you haven't been able to sleep because your body was horny and he's peacefully sleeping as if he'd done this plenty of times before!

you bite your lip and squeeze your eyes shut, begging your body desperately for this feeling to go away, knowing that if you were to cum to get over this feeling that it was too late now.

you shift slightly, seeing if he'd wake up from the movement, to which he doesn't; this was your green light.

you skip your hands down your panties slowly as your other hand reaches to your nipple, rubbing them gently as you try to stay quiet.

you rut your hips against your hand, humping it desperately as your fingertips firmly press against your clit. you bite back a moan.

daringly, you grab a pillow from your side of the bed and insert it between your legs. you wince, knowing that the only way it'd serve to pleasure you would be if you stripped your lower half completely.

so, there you were, half nude under the same covers as dan heng grinding softly against a pillow you were supposed to be sleeping on, soaking it with your juices as you aimlessly attempt to reach your high.

you reach a hand down to your wet cunt and gently rub your clit, feeling the pleasure add up as a whine escapes your lips.

quickly, your hand flys up to your mouth where you cover it quickly, stilling your movements in case dan heng woke up.

your guilt lingered in the back of your mind, but it wasn't enough to stop you from going back for more.

after enough time spent rubbing slow circles over your clit, you turn on your back and slide two fingers inside yourself.

you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling overstimulated by the pleasure as you pump and curl your fingers inside yourself, feeling your slick drench your thighs and the sheets beneath you.

just as you're about to reach your high, you fail to acknowledge the movement beside you that should've alerted you that dan heng was no longer asleep.

in a deep, groggy voice dan heng reaches out to you, confused. "yn? are you alright?" he asks languidly, brain not processing the scene before him as he yawns and squints his eyes.

"mhm~" you try to answer genuinely, only for it to come out as a muffled whimper, to which dan heng sits up and squints in your direction.

you quickly slow your movements down, biting on your lip hard and hoping be wouldn't realize the sin you were committing and would go back to sleep.

unfortunately, he sits up further, causing the blankets to move and reveal your hand deep inside yourself as dan heng undeniably got a full view of the sight.

"ah! i'm sorry- i didn't realize you were busy-" dan heng says quickly, turning away as he covers his face with his hands, mumbling apologies as he tries to cover you back up without looking.

"mm.. can you help?" you ask quietly, still rubbing yourself slowly as to not lose the feeling of your high approaching as he whips his head around to you.

"are you serious?" he asks, turned to you as his face remains hard to read in the dark, though the look of surprise is still evident by his voice.

"yes.. i'm close." you admit, panting softly as you sit up slightly, pleading him silently with your eyes as you reach your free hand out to his and place it on top.

"are you sure that's okay?" dan heng questions, relaxing his body as he finally is able to take in the state your in.

"yes. i am, now please, dan heng. i need you." you whine, pulling him closer to you as your fingers thrust in and out of yourself once more, circling your clit with your thumb as the distinct feeling of your orgasm builds in your stomach again.

dan heng feels his face grow hot at the way you whimper his name, feeling him grow nearer to you as he takes a deep breath, slowly leaning into your neck as he kisses it slowly.

"is this okay?" he asks lowly, whispering in your ear as his breath fans your neck.

you nod and give a weak sound of approval as you feel him put his arm on the other side of you, caging you in with his arms as he sucks love bites on your neck gently.

you roll your head to the opposite side, submitting to him and letting him have more space on your neck, falling in love with the way his teeth graze your most sensitive spots.

impatiently, you take his hand in yours and place it dangerously low on your abdomen, to which you hear his breath hitch, as he takes a moment to process where his hand now is.

you feel him smile against your neck as he moves his hand down, purposefully neglecting your womanhood and rubbing gentle circles on your inner thigh.

his kisses move down your neck and to your collarbone, where he takes his sweet time loving every part of you, leaving gentle kisses on each part of you his mouth hovers over until he gets to your chest.

"come here.. god you have no idea how long i've wanted to do this with you." dan heng murmurs, pulling you by the waist onto his lap, feeling the tent in his pants against your dripping cunt.

you whimper at the friction as you press your face into the crook of his neck. , feeing him wrap his arms around you gently as you get off on his aching dick.

you hear him quietly groan in your ear as he grips your thighs desperately, pulling back from you as he brings a hand up to your face to cup your cheek.

"i want to try something new, sweetheart." he speaks slowly, laying down beneath you as you straddle his lap.

his hard-on throbs in the restraints of his pants as he ushers you to lift your hips as he cups the back of your thighs, massaging them gently.

"sit on my face, angel." he whispers breathlessly, pulling you closer to his eager mouth that's curved into a small smile.

"what? no, i'll crush you-" you try to reason as your words get caught in your throat.

"and i'll love every second of it." he assures, pulling you forcefully over his lips.

hesitantly, you lower yourself onto his face as he grips your thighs, letting out a muffled groan. his tongue slides through your throbbing slit.

you throw your head back and bring a hand up to your face quickly to cover your mouth as you carefully grind down.

beneath you dan heng is moaning and working his tongue in circles around your puffy clit, using his hands and gripping your thighs as you grab at the headboard tightly, trying not to suffocate the man under you.

you gasp and bite your lip as you feel him slip two fingers in your cunt, continuing to lap at your pussy.

"if i can fit my hand under you you're not sitting all the way down." he mutters, pulling you down completely as you feel his nose collide with your clit.

you whine as the pleasure builds up quickly, letting him take control to avoid being too rough with him.

"i want you to ride my face, baby. come in my mouth." he says sincerely, looking up at you with his blue fucked out eyes. his pupils are dilated entirely as his eyebrows furrow together, focused solely on pleasuring you.

you feel your face heat up at the comment, letting out a small whimper as you feel his tongue slip inside you, prodding at your tight walls. he coos about how good you feel in his sultry voice, bringing you closer to your orgasm.

you whisper quietly to him, letting him know you were close as you intertwine your fingers with his and grasp a handful of his hair with your other hand.

"don't stop.. please~" you groan, panting as you feel his thumb rubbing slow circles on your hand as he continues flicking his tongue over your sensitive clit repeatedly.

"gonna cum for me, princess?" he asks teasingly as he observes you patiently with his puppy eyes.

"uh huh! yes.." you say breathlessly, grinding down on his face one last time as you feel your climax wash over you.

your body jolts as a loud moan escapes your lips. your juices that spill into dan hengs mouth cause him to let out a moan of his own. he closes his eyes and relishes in your divine flavor as his hand on your thigh tightens, also holding onto your hand firmly.

you quickly lift your hips from his face, looking down at him lovingly as you cup his face, wiping your essence from his lips as he gently smiles at you.

"did i meet your expectations?" he asks, panting as he licks his lips.

"surpassed them." you retort quickly, rolling over on the bed as you turn to him on your side, leaning in to kiss him as your hand trails all over his body.

he whines into the kiss as your hand creeps lower on his body, you slowly unbutton his pants as you snake your hand inside.

he quickly moves his hand to the back of your head to deepen the kiss, turning his head as he opens his legs, giving you access to pull his dripping cock out of his pants, glancing down at it as it hits his stomach.

you smile into the kiss as you pull away, leaning down as you take his dick in your hand, using your thumb and spreading his pre cum around his shaft.

he lets out a sigh and sits up, making quick work of his pants and kicking them off, leaning back as he turns to kiss you deeply with his girthy cock in your hand.

you move and sit behind him, wrapping your legs around him as you rest you head on his shoulder, languidly pumping his cock in your hand.

he bucks into your hand and whimpers at every move you make, poor boy is so sensitive!

you look down at his deep pink tip, and veins prodding out from his girth as his slit bubbles with pre cum.

"please... keep going." he whines as you patiently stroke his dick, admiring how pretty it looked in your hand.

you slip your hand under his shirt and run your fingers slightly over his chest, rubbing circles over his nipple as you pinch it lightly.

he lets out a groan and leans his head back into your shoulder, you take this to your advantage and latch your lips onto his neck, biting it slightly and sucking hickies of all different colors along his throat.

you feel him shudder in your touch, picking up speed as your hand grips his cockhead tighter, feeling it throb as he mumbled something about being close.

"doing so good, princess.. 'm so close."

you use both hands to pleasure him as one hand jerks his shaft up and down and the other is open rubbing circles on his tip with your palm.

he bites his lip and lets out a low groan before rutting his hips into your hand one final time. his tip spurts streaks of white cream onto your hand.

his chest heaves as he chases his breath, letting out a final sigh before laying down on your shared bed and putting his hand on his chest.

"do you feel better?" he asks, still slightly out of breath.

"much.. but i think i know something that would feel far better than your mouth.." you whisper in his ear seductively, turning to face him as his arms wrap around your waist gently.

"yeah? and what would that be?" he asks, playfully going along with your innocent flirting.

"this~" you say, teasingly dragging your finger up the shaft of his spent cock.

"oh, darling i think it's going to take a bit more than some dirty talk to get me going again." dan heng replies, shocking himself with the words he used as his suggestive response spills from his lips.

you shove your face into the crook of his neck, hungrily kissing it as you work your way down his abdomen.

you leave careful kisses down his body, nipping at his chest as your tongue swirls around his delicate nipples.

he groans, arching his back slightly as he bites his lip, caressing your head as you work your tongue along his body.

you reach a hand down and gently drag your fingers up the shaft of his cock, watching it bounce as it hardens slowly again.

he pulls you into him, desperately bringing his lips to your neck as he bites down softly.

you wrap one leg over him and straddle his hardening dick, grinding yourself on it.

"shit-" he utters airily, gasping as he feels your dripping essence coat his shaft.

you let out a small giggle, tucking your head into the crook of his neck and biting on his ear, whispering to him how good he feels, and how pretty he looks like this, all sprawled out before you.

sitting up, you slide your hand down his chest. you lift your hips up, reaching a hand down to his cockhead, aligning it to your slit as you look at him for assurance.

"please.." he begs breathlessly, watching you intently as a pink blush evidently covers his cheeks.

you lower yourself down on him, moaning in unison as you feel him throb inside you.

you lean back down, connecting your lips to his as you whimper into his lips. you bite and tug on his bottom lip, using it to quiet your sounds of pleasure as you slowly move up and down on his erection.

he's groaning and can't keep his hands off of you when he reaches his hands up to your breasts that beautifully bounce in his line of vision.

the moment is very intimate and passion fulfilled as he looks at you lovingly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as he brings you in for a lust filled kiss.

you intertwine tongues, sliding up and down against the girth of his tip as you drag your hips forward, stimulating your clit against toned stomach.

you feel his finger glide over your nipple, ushering a moan from your lips as he quiets you with another kiss.

"are you close, angel?" he asks sweetly, speaking softly and keeping his lips close to yours.

"'m tired-" you sheepishly admit, pressing yourself against him lazily, letting out a whine.

"let me do the work then." is all he says before urging you off of his lap and onto your back, sliding his hand between your legs as he spreads them once more.

"so beautiful." he coos calmly, kissing in between your breasts as he slides himself inside you slowly, taking one of your nipples inside the cavern of his mouth.

"feels so good.." you sigh, wrapping your legs around him as he begins pumping himself in and out of you passionately.

his thrusts grow increasingly sporadic, hips occasionally stuttering as he tries to prioritize your orgasm before his own.

he knows he's found your sweet spot when your whining his name over and over again, wriggling under him and scratching marks into his back as he abuses that sensitive spot in your cunt repeatedly.

"dan heng- 'm gonna cum.." you babble, wrapping your hands around his neck as your thighs tighten around his waist as you feel your orgasm approaching.

his hips meet yours with one final thrust to the base of your cervix that has you squirting, feeling your legs shake as you cover your mouth with your hand and bite down on it hard; silencing yourself.

your juices soak his abdomen as he helps you come down from your high, taking your cheek in his hand as he holds himself up with one arm as he takes the other and wastes no time taking his cock in his hand and pumping it to his own climax.

"inside me baby, put it back in.." you whisper, panting and breathing heavy as your legs find themselves wrapped around his waist once more.

he looks at you with wide eyes, trying to make sure he heard you correctly, letting you pull him back in with your legs.

"are you sure?" he asks again hesitantly.

"positive. 'want you to feel good too.." you mutter, sliding his tip inside you slowly

he nods slowly, falling in love with the way your wet pussy sucks him in and wraps around him so perfectly.

he thrusts into your sopping pussy desperately until he cums. shooting his gooey seed deep in your cunt, only pulling out to watch it seep out of your slit.

"did so good, darling." you whisper, pulling him into another kiss, wrapping your arms around him.

he wishes he could spend the rest of forever with you, but breaks the kiss to grab a towel from the bathroom and clean the both of you up, collapsing next to you soon after.

"did you enjoy yourself, pretty?" you ask quietly, cupping his cheek, taking in how beautiful he was in such a lustful state.

"with you, absolutely." he mutters, already feeling his eyelids getting heavy as he pulls you in close, the position you two had just been in earlier.

with a yawn, you decided that it was best for you to sleep now as well.

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sanjisblackasswife · 2 years

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If Sanji Smoked an Aphrodisiac (NSFW)

Luffy Version

Zoro Version

Aftercare Version

A/N: I wanted to separate the monster trio scenarios because they were so long but if you’d like to read all three you can do that HERE!🤍

Bad Summary: Sanji takes a hit of a laced cigarette with an aphrodisiac drug in it.

CW: OOC! Sanji, Needy! Sanji, VERY ! HOrny Sanji, Brief Mentions of Masturbation and panty stealing, Oral, Vaginal Sex, Overstimulation, Mentions of safety word but not used

Enjoy!

Man..can you imagine if he ate an aphrodisiac?

Cums very easily untouched

Absolutely needy and surprisingly selfish

The aphrodisiac he consumed: was a drug.

You poor poor woman….

Do you know …the damage you have gotten yourself into….

This man probably has a natural aphrodisiac running through his blood stream

It was supposed to be a joke. A harmless joke on your boyfriend

However you ended up in tears rather than laugher.

You wanted to see how he’d react to one thinking he’d probably be immune because he already had to much lust in him how stupid you were to think that.

You bought some special cigarettes for him, but they were laced and of course you didn’t want to give him anything like that without him knowing DO NOT DRUG PEOPLE W/O CONSENT THATS WRONG

You suggested he try it, but he was hesitant.

“I don’t think me having an aphrodisiac would be a good idea, sweetheart.”

You really wanted him to try, but you didn’t push him. So a few days went by and eventually Sanji did lose his pack of cigarettes. How plot convenient

He usually has more in his room, but he couldn’t leave the kitchen and you were too busy with Ussop to grab another one for you.

So he asked Luffy.

And of course he ends up grabbing the wrong pack. The pack that he didn’t want to throw out because you bought it for him.

Without thought he took one long hit and exhaled, but he immediately knew he fucked up.

“…oh shit.”

Sanji quickly threw out the cigarette grabbing the box from his coat to read the package and there was a cute little red warning saying “Please use with caution and do not finish the entire cigarette: Does contain (idk some drug with a lot of aphrodisiac init)” He slapped his head wanting to actually slap Luffy, but it wasn’t his fault Sanji just forgot about it, sighing in annoyance he finished up dinner and headed quickly to the shower, hopefully that was something that could reduce any side effects.

But it was too late he was already growing hard before he even hit the bathroom. “Fuck!”

He began to loosen his tie, he felt hotter by the second, running to ramble for his regular cigarettes in panic to get his mind at ease. Sanji locked himself in his room hopefully his hand could fix the issue he has been having instead of coming to you.

“Where’s Sanji?”

“I don’t know but I’m going to eat I’m starving.”

“I’ll go look for him.”

You decided to head straight to his room, but it was locked? Usually it’s only locked if he’s in there with you, but clearly you weren’t so you knocked on the door.

“Sanji…” you moved closer to the door so he could hear you from the other side, “Babe, everybody is eating already, wanna come down for dinner?”

“Sanji?”

“I’m—it’s okay I’m busy! Go eat, my love—ah!”

You could have sworn you just heard Sanji moaning.

Was he cheating on you?

“No, dumbass it’s just us on the ship who the hell would he be with in there? “

“Sanji can you open the door pleasee…”

It was silence for a few seconds until you heard the weight of his bed creak and his heavy footsteps approach. He creaked opened the door only showing half of his sweaty pink face.

“H-hey, my love…ne-need anything?”

“Yeah. You.” You pushed yourself in already low on patience because you wanted to know why Sanji being so weird and that was until you seen your panties, some magazines, and a wet spot all on his bed.

You turned to him to see his pants unbuckled and being held for dear life by his hand. Sanji was pink not only on his face, but his body since he was shirtless too. He gave you a crooked smile, and his eyes were dilated, almost has if he were having some kind of trip.

“Baby…” You smiled approaching him cautiously, he looked like he just got caught stealing or something, but you found it cute. “If you needed release I told you you can come to me. Quickie or whatever I—“

“No! No I don’t want a quickie I…” Sanji had to clear his throat. His voice kept cracking and so he moved to his drawer to hand you the now opened special cigarettes walking past you so he can drink a cup of water he had by his night stand. And then it clicked.

“Oh…but why did yo—” you whispered, you looked back up to feel the heat from Sanji radiating off him from behind you. It was like you could feel the bloodlust he had come off of his body. Nearly scared you because you never seen him like this.

“I…I need…you.” He reached out to touch your exposed tummy and hissed as if you were hot yourself, you looked so much more attractive to him right now. All you were wearing was a skirt and a top, but he thought you were practically naked. His eyes were not the usual pretty pink hearts, but they were dark and shaky. You put your hand on his cheek nearly retracting back because he was so hot it burned. He grabbed your hand and began kissing it, but the kissing eventually turned into him sucking on each finger.

“I…need you.” His voice was so raspy and shaky you actually started to feel bad more than horny for even giving him the cigarettes. He pulled your ring and middle finger out of his mouth to hold you into a tight embrace with his clamy hands running under your clothing.

“Sanji…”

“Please…let me fuck you.”

You felt yourself clench around nothing. Sanji never enjoyed using profanity around you too much, but his mind wasn’t in the right place. He didn’t care he needed to be on and inside you—dick, fingers, mouth he don’t care he needed to scratch the itch.

“Okay Sanji.” You wiggled yourself out of your skirt making him loop his thumbs down your panty line and pull them down slowly “Fuck me.”

“Color?” He whispered heavily in your ear before giving it a soft kiss. As much as he wanted to rip your clothes off and just fuck you into the wall he had to go slow with his actions until he gotten your entire yes on this, because he knew once he started he wasn’t going to stop.

“Blue.” In one swift motion he picked you up and placed you on his bed to get rid of any lingering clothing. He craved to see all of you.He wanted to mark every ich of your body. Your breast looked more supple, your tummy looked more soft and your cunt…

“So pretty…so…fuck—.” His thumbs glided on the sides of your labia making you arch a bit. He sat back up off the edge of the bed to rid of his bottoms, his cock sprang up, it was blushed and already glistening from the few times he already came on his own. His veins looked more prominent, making you blush at the sight. “Your pussy is so sexy, Baby…”

“Sanji!” You covered your face at his dirty words, but felt embarrassed seeing as he used his thumbs again to open you open seeing you clench around nothing.

“Not wet enough.” He spoke his thoughts out loud. He kneeled in front of the bed grabbing your hips to pull you onto his mouth with full force. You tend to forget how strong he really is.

You let out a pathetic moan feeling him manhandle you and prepare yourself to grip the sheets beside you. “Ganna let me eat this pretty pussy right, love?” It was almost like he was teasing you as he rubbed his two fingers up and down your slit . All you could see was his eyes, but you couldn’t stare for too long because it nearly scared you. This wasn’t the same Sanji you usually make love with—- he was something else more lustful.

“Y-yes! Please…ah!” He pressed him arms down on your hips making sure you won’t move and immediately started to suck your clit. You’d look up and glance at him but the sight was too unbareable, the top of his head moving all around between your thighs made you squeeze on his tongue a bit. Sanji felt like he wasn’t getting enough access into you so he stood up.

“Here.” He exhaled sucking his bottom lip tasting more of your arousal, “Just ganna open you up a bit more, beautiful—-there you go…look at you…”

Your thighs were pressed against your tits and your entire pussy was on display for him. He nearly drooled at the sight before diving his head back onto you, “Sanji…!”

Somehow you could hear the wet suckling noises from his mouth on your cunt more clearer and it drove you absolutely crazy, you kept holding your breath to reduce from cuming too soon, but you didn’t know that that actually works the opposite way.

“Ah! Ah! Yes! Right there ah!” You sounded like a broken record, but you didn’t care. Your voice started to crack feeling your orgasm hit you like a wave , your nails dug into your skin holding your legs up for him when you began to twitch uncontrollably when his tongue slid up and down from the bottom of your ass to your clit.

If you were to see how Sanji looked eating your pussy he’d look so desperate. He let you ride against his tongue before he exchanged it for his two fingers to rub circle on your clit. He watched as your pussy kept convulsing on him and hearing your whinny pants.

“‘M sorry, but I need more!”

You didn’t even hear him all you did was feel his mouth right back on your slit with his tongue sliding in fucking your hole. His hands spread your cheeks to just get better access to suck inside you. You could have sworn you seen stars when you opened your eyes.

You managed to cum once again, this time leaving your whole body shaky as he let you drop your legs down, but Sanji didn’t care right now. He didn’t want take a breather, he wanted you, so he pushed your limp body up the bed to make room for him to climb on top of you, your eyes were still rolled back and you didn’t even notice your self grinding your hips trying to find more friction somewhere.

“‘M ganna fuck you so well, Princess, okay?” You felt his breath on your mouth ready for him to kiss you and he gave you just that, with one hand grabbing your thighs to wrap around him to adjust himself, before pulling away from you with a spit line connecting you both. He swirled his cock inside you hearing the gooey wet noises of your arousal and he bit his lips tightly before pushing himself inside. Somehow you felt tighter and even more amazing than he last remembered. You felt so soft, that there wasn’t a piece of your body that he wasn’t touching while dragging himself in and out of you. The slow pace didn’t last long as he needed more.

“NEEDD!…MORE..PLEASE!” With each word came a stronger and faster thrust making you subconsciously pull away from the feeling of him, but he noticed this and Sanji grabbed your hips with one hand and placed his other on your tummy and pushed down. “No! …you Gatta feel all of me! Please!”

Both of you filled the rooms with whines, moans, and groans on top of the wet slapping noises against each other. It wasn’t long until your felt your orgasm approaching so closely;

“San—Sanji im—-YES YES IM—I’m CUMMING SAN—“ your back arched as you threw your arms back grabbing his pillow and biting it to try to conceal SOME moans.

“N-no!” He grabbed the pillow and threw it across the bedroom floor. “I! Needa!! Fuck— hear you! Please!” He his was cracking with each thrust and making you ride out your orgasm onto another one.

You felt numb in the brain. Your eyes were squinted seeing how red Sanji was sweating and breathing over you. He looked so attractive, but th thought of being any more turned on started to feel a bit painful.

“S—!” He spilled inside you coming in close to leave open mouth kisses on your breast up to your mouth. He stopped for a moment trying to catch his breath. Sanji felt on fire, tears started to form in his eyes huffing and puffing on your neck not letting go of your hips, his hair was so wet and sticking to you and his face he could barely see or think.

“M-more..” He rose up to glide his hands over your completely wet body mixed with sweat and his and your fluids. “Need—-More im sorry!”

You didn’t understand why he kept apologizing because you were still on cloud 9 and that was until he flipped you on your stomach and opened your legs again.

“Ah fuck! Thank you baby thank you! Fuck! I need more!” You felt his entire body weight on you with his hands grabbing yours above your head to keep himself steady and he pumped into you viciously from behind and you clenched each time he came back inside you so easily due to how wet and stretched you were.

“Thank..you! Ah! Ah ! Ah!” He mouth was right by your ear as your face was buried in his bed moaning right along with him. You heard the bed creak so loudly and the floor boards get scratched up from the way the bed frame was moving under you both. You felt almost like if you didn’t scream from pleasure right now you’d probably die.

“SANJI! I—IM— C-CUMMING!”

His eyes opened again now moving faster trying to reach the same high as you. Both of you were fucking like literal rabbits at this point. But you didn’t care because you were pretty much at fault for this.

You both finally slowed down as you both came together. He hugged you from behind slowly still trying to ride out which ever number orgasm this was.

“T-Thank you…” he rolled you over and pulled you on top of him. Your hair was a mess, your eyes were barely keeping focused , and your head was buried in his sweaty neck. He peppered you in kisses, rubbing your back just for a moment, “You feel..so good….”

“Mmhmm…” was all you could mumble. You didn’t know what time it was or how long you both been going at it—

All you knew was from him crying out thank you’s and sorry’s against your hot skin as he kissed your body.

You knew he wasn’t done.

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Re: last reblog of “Zoro would have been bored and lonely just like Mihawk if not for Luffy” — what about the opposite? Additionally, I’ve seen more than a couple fanworks with the idea of Shanks asked Mihawk to be his first mate, but Mihawk turned him down, so how about combine the two?

Aka, this is what’s in my WIP folder as what I’ve dubbed the “wings of the emperor” AU. (Read more because this nearly turned into a mini fic, haha!)

Early on after they’ve met, and before Beckman has joined the crew, Shanks wants Mihawk to be his first mate and come explore the world with him. However, Mihawk knows his goal of becoming the world’s greatest swordsman will always come first. And while he enjoys (even if he wouldn’t say so directly, even to himself) his duels with Shanks, he doesn’t have any interest in the actual duties of being a first mate. So, the subject is dropped — but there’s still something nagging at the back of their minds.

(But sometimes, Shanks dreams about what it’d be like to have Mihawk around for more than a few fleeting moments. And even more rarely, but consistently, Mihawk wonders if that ever-growing boredom would recede if chose to see more in the world than just battle. Mihawk can never fully get the image of a very eager and genuine Shanks promising to show him the world if he’d let him. It isn’t enough to convince him… but it’s enough to stick in his mind for a long time.)

Beckman comes into the picture soon enough; Shanks couldn’t ask for a better first mate, and that’s that. Though, Beckman does find out eventually from a (probably drunk) Shanks about what he had offered Mihawk, and while he isn’t surprised by the answer, he doesn’t have the idea of Mihawk being around more. They get along fairly well, actually, balancing Shanks out well as a trio.

(Maybe it’d be worth doing something and getting those two idiots to stop their complicated pining, he thinks.)

Sometime later — think still young-ish Mihawk and Shanks, mid-late 20s and early-mid 20s respectively — Mihawk is offered a position as a Warlord. But Mihawk doesn’t take it, not right away. Because as much as he’s sure he’s not right to be Shanks’ first mate, becoming a warlord would permanently close some doors between them.

Rumors get out that Mihawk has accepted, even though he hasn’t yet, and Shanks is— a lot of mixed emotions, really, when he finds out. Late that night, Beckman tosses out the thought that Mihawk doesn’t have to be first mate to sail with them. Hell, he doesn’t even have to sail with them all the time; he’s around enough anyways, it wouldn’t change much.

…Which is right when the door to the captain’s quarters opens, revealing said swordsman who had come to see Shanks one more time before making a final decision. A decision that goes much more smoothly once Beckman’s words sink in because that’s not a half-bad idea.

What results is this: officially, the World’s Greatest Swordsman turns down the Warlord position, seeing no benefit to his current travels and seclusion on Kuraigana Island to do otherwise.

But word of mouth disagrees: that sometimes, when the Red-Haired Pirates’ ship approaches from the distance, there are not one, but two, silhouettes by the captain’s side.

The truth: While Shanks and Mihawk forever disagree on if Mihawk officially joined the crew, Shanks jokingly-not-jokingly gives him the title of his “left-hand swordsman”, since Beckman is his right-hand man. (This joke gets either much more hilarious or infinitely worse after a certain incident.) Mihawk does spend good stretches of time away and on his own, defending his title and simply enjoying the peace and quiet he certainly doesn’t get onboard. However, Shanks does hold up his promise to show Mihawk the world — including one very particular island in the East Blue.

(I’m cutting myself off here because this got much longer than I expected, haha! I’ll probably make another post about this AU soon with more bits such as some of their adventures, life onboard, Beckman and Mihawk’s dynamic and how it develops over time, etc.)

#one piece #mishanks #(albeit much more vague on how far you want to interpret they are into their relationship. but they’re definitely getting there haha)#dracule mihawk #red haired shanks #benn beckman #(later additions definitely have stronger queerplatonic or romantic benn/shanks vibes as well but not enough for me to tag yet)#(but it’s important to me to mention since it’s in my head haha)#akagami no shanks #takanome mihawk #my AUs #wings of the emperor AU

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Super-Gen Kiddos Headcanon Handful

Decided to pop out a batch of headcanons for the lovely little kid trio, Pan, Bulla, and Kuriza. Still sticking with Super-Gen Kiddos as their collective name although I do have a few other ideas like using their initials, PBK, then realizing it's sounds like PBJ and coming up with the cute little Peanut Butter and Chestnuts. Always open to hear thoughts and get asks about them.

Also, I'm getting timelining and stuff figured out, so I thought I'd lay out birthday months and stuff too.

(SON) PAN

Birthday: Early May, Age 779 (Taurus)

Pan enjoys going to get her hair cut. She likes her hair fairly short and she gets uncomfortable if her hair is too long for too long. One time, she tried to get Bulla to cut her hair with a pair of craft scissors under the guise of them playing hair salon- both got in trouble.

With Gohan as a father, a lot of big scientific words get thrown around in the house. She'll attempt to use them herself and often mispronounces them with absolute confidence.

Pan inherits her Grandpa Goku's smile.

BULLA (ESCHALOT BRIEF)

Birthday: Early October, Age 780 (Libra)

Bulla's middle name was a consolation for Vegeta not getting his chance at a Saiyan name. If he had gotten his way with the first name, she would've been Eschalot II, the first Eschalot being his late mother, Queen Vegeta. Unfortunately, Bulla doesn't have good associations with the name, as 90% of the time it's used, she's in trouble.

While Bulla is the type to want to keep her pretty little dresses and jumpers free of dirt, she can also be the type to be absolutely rough if she's having enough fun. She's scraped elbows and knees and occasionally chipped or lost teeth from not paying attention to where she's going and tripping over herself. What sets her apart from tomboy Pan is the quarter-Saiyan is mindful of her limits, while Bulla can be plain stubborn.

(YOUNG LORD) KURIZA

Birthday: Late February ("Second Month of the First Galactic Quarter" in space), Age 782 (Pisces)

Technically, Kuriza does have a traditional Arcosian name (in other words, a cold pun) but the once half-serious little nickname of "Kuriza" (chestnut Frieza) became so embedded in even Frieza's mind that the initial name has been practically lost to time and old documents. It's unknown if Kuriza even knows his real name.

Kuriza often has trouble talking at points (losing his voice or going non-verbal), but he knows how to sign to get communication across. Bulla knows how to as well (thank goodness for plot convenience galactic standards) simply as something she learned in schooling, so she can understand and respond back. Pan doesn't however and thinks the two are communicating in some secret code behind her back.

Kuriza is somewhat of a savant in a few regards, not only in terms of his latent ki abilities, but he also reads very well and very quickly from a young age.

Kuriza has a feeling that the Briefs' cat, Scratch, doesn't like him, as the cat quietly growls at him when he passes by. The same thing happens with Frieza, so there may be some connection.

WITH EACH OTHER

Pan can lift Kuriza off the ground a bit to help him see over things as a little height boost. She usually doesn't wait for an answer if he actually wants the help.

Bulla feels bad for Kuriza not having a traditional Earth childhood like she does (ex. for awhile, Kuriza's birthday isn't celebrated with much fanfare back in space; Bulla's sure to help change that), so she often gives him presents when she finds out something she considers sad that he's missing out on- stuff like manga, toys, etc. from her own room, on an absolute whim.

The sets of visual encyclopedias that Gohan bought for Pan have travelled full circle through the friend group. Bulla borrows them because she likes the illustrations of "pretty things" like flowers, butterflies, stars, etc., then they end up lent to Kuriza to sate his little Earth science fascinations. Eventually, they make their way back to the Son household.

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super #headcanons #son pan #pan #bulla #bulla briefs #kuriza

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zealfruity · 8 months

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Clones as Incorrect Quotes 1/2 Master Post (Canon-compliant and Standard Fix-It AU version) Ft. Jedi Disaster Trio

Unholy mixture of random generators, unsolved/ghost files banter, and things my friends have said

Occasional spoilers following below

A few notes for these: Tup is NB he/they. Hardcase is genderfluid. Vaughn is agender they/them. Jesse has no idea how any of this works, someone help him. NO CLONESHIPPING OR JEDI TRIO SHIPPING HERE!

Kix: Underestimate me. That'll be fun.

*Dogma is casually searching around the room*

Jesse: Hey Dogma, what're you looking for?

Dogma: My will to live.

*Tup walks into the room*

Dogma: Oh, there it is.

Hardcase: Assert your dominance over your friends by kicking them in the face, and then giving them a little smooch on the forehead!

S7 501st Trooper: Didn't you die?!

S7 Echo: That was weeks ago, dude. Things change.

Dogma: Have I ever told you that you cook well?

Hardcase: Awww, no, you haven't!

Dogma: So why do you keep cooking?

Crosshair, pointing to the wall: What color is this?

Hunter: Gray.

Tech: Grey.

Crosshair, turning to Wrecker: Now tell them what color you think it is.

Wrecker: Dark white.

Tup: As someone who has a long history of not understanding anything, I feel confident in my ability to continue not knowing what is going on.

Rex: Now, the recipe calls for 2 shots of vodka.

Rex: *upends the bottle*

Hardcase: I was put on this earth to do one thing.

Hardcase: Luckily I forgot what it was so I can do whatever I want.

Rex: Do not come over to my house. If the house is on fire you may knock once, if I don't answer assume I set the fire and I want to burn to death.

Blackout: I'm not superstitious... But I am a little stitious.

Hunter: You’re jealous.

Crosshair: Jealous?

Hunter: That’s why you were being so negative about this.

Crosshair: That’s absurd. I’m always negative.

Waxer: Just took a personality test and got an A+.

Tup: Shouldn't get stressed out, it's not good for the baby.

Fives: What baby?

Tup, crying a bit: Me.

*Disneyland, in the teacups*

Kix, Jesse, and Rex: *spinning a little and talking*

Fives and Hardcase: *flying past them, spinning as fast as they can, screaming*

Kix: Isn’t this a bit dangerous?

Fives: Kix, please. We’ve been in a lot of unexpected predicaments before and we always escape unhurt.

Kix: ...

Fives: Okay, we sometimes escape unhurt.

Kix: ...

Fives: Alright, we escaped unhurt once... Then we hurt ourselves on the way home.

*Comments under an image of a lightsaber cutting bread*

Jesse: Imagine stabbing someone with this.

Kix: It would instantly cauterize the wound, so the person wouldn't bleed, so it's not very useful.

Fives: if you want information it is

Hardcase: why would you stab a person when you can have TOAST?

Rex: Hardcase is late again.

Fives: How did this happen? I called them at 8 o’clock this morning and pretended it was 11.

Kix: I printed up a fake schedule for them saying we were starting at 9 instead of noon.

Jesse: I set their clock to say PM when it’s really AM.

Rex: Oh boy. We may have overdone it.

*Hardcase bursts through the door*

Hardcase: WHAT TIME IS IT?

Kix: Where is everyone?

Hardcase: Tup had a nervous collapse, Jesse is looking after him, Rex is trying to kill Fives, so I’m in charge.

Kix: Oh my god!

Hardcase: I know, right?

Hardcase: I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

Dogma: I have that dream, too, but you go in the other direction.

Kix: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions.

Echo: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions.

Jesse: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist?

Fives: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.

Hardcase: Don’t be sad!

Tup: Why not?

Hardcase:

Hardcase: I don’t have a good answer.

Dogma: You have friends and I envy that.

Tup: You're welcome to share my friends.

Dogma: *looks at Hardcase and Fives*

Dogma: I don't want those.

Fives, T-posing in the doorway: Greetings, Captain.

Rex, not looking up from his caf: Good morning, problem child.

(Post war, Jesse’s a farmer on a farm)

Jesse: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks.

Tup: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs?

Kix: I think that’s the point.

Jesse: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.

Vaughn: Could you guys at least try to see this from my perspective?

Jesse: *crouches down*

Appo: *kneels down*

Sgt. Fox: *sits on the floor*

Vaughn:

Vaughn: I hate all of you.

Cody: Wow, this parking is as straight as I am.

Wolffe: I know I should be focused on the fact that you just came out, but HOW DARE YOU INSULT MY PARKING!

Fives: I have met some of the most insufferable people. But they also met me.

Omega: WHY DID YOU KILL HIM?! HE COULD HAVE HAD HOPES AND DREAMS, HE COULD HAVE HAD A FAMILY!!!

Hunter: Omega-

Hunter: It- it was just an ant-

Echo: Unfortunately, due to several experiences in my youth, I cannot just 'walk up and join a circle of people talking', but it does sound lovely, thank you.

CF99: I think it's time to start fucking some shit up.

Rex: Oh no.

CF99: More like "oh yes!"

Rex: Hardcase! Have you no dignity?

Hardcase: Of course not! How long have we known eachother?

Fives: *running towards Dogma with open arms*

Dogma: *moves out of the way*

Fives: Hey, why'd you move?!

Dogma: I thought you were going to attack me.

Fives: I was going to hug you!

Dogma: Why would you hug me?

Fives: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Fives: Guess what number I’m thinking of.

Jesse: 420?

Fives: No, that’s really immature of you. Someone else guess, and please take this seriously.

Hardcase: 69.

Fives: Yeah it was 69.

Hunter: How petty can you get?

Echo: I once edited a Wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

Tup: Fives, sir, I am questioning your sanity...

Dogma: I never questioned it, I knew his sanity was missing from the start.

Thorn: Your future self is talking shit about you right now.

Fox: Jokes on him. I'll ruin his fucking life.

Fox: I only have two emotions: exhaustion and stress. And I’m somehow always feeling both simultaneously.

Kix: Hi, I'm Hardcase’s emergency contact.

Counter Guy: You're here to pick him up?

Kix: I'm here to remove myself as his emergency contact.

Cody, confused and exasperated: Waxer, how do you plan on telling a bear to go vegan?

Waxer: Politely.

Hardcase: If you spell skeletons backwards, it still spells skeletons.

Kix, deadpan: Wow, I can't wait for Halloween to see some snoteleks.

Echo: You’ve got to learn to love yourself.

Omega: But don't you hate yourself?

Echo: Yeah, but this is about you. Stay focused.

Hardcase: Hey droids! The boys are here!

Fives: “That’s a guy I wanna share a cold one with." Is what Bigfoot would say. About me.

Echo, about the Force: I'm bad at feeling. I wanna be swept up in this. I really wanna believe in something outside the norm of, you know, physics.

Rex: I've lived my life by one adage, and that's don't fuck with Sith!

Jesse, talking abour an insectoid creature from a holofilm: I’m just saying that if I were a bug I’d boink him.

Tup: If I were a bug I’d do a little bug dance.

Fives: My shoulders hurt from being so charismatic.

Jesse on Naboo leave: Why is the toilet paper scented here. It’s like rubbing my ass with some fckn lilies.

Hardcase: Would you notice if someone’s ears were a different color than their face?

Kix: You are literally the dumbest bitch I have ever met I love you so much.

Hound: Guys I did it again i took one of Grizzer’s pills

Fang: how the fuck

Wolffe: I don't trust pears they're sensual for no reason and then taste stupid.

Hound: I suddenly got really sad at the thought of eating my dog.

Boost: The leader never stops leading in true alpha fashion.

Sinker: please never say that again or I’ll call mutiny.

Jesse: Not to be political but idk what the fuck oatmeal is either man

Hardcase: *wears girl ring on one hand and boy ring on other hand* im so gendr

Bly: I am like one inconvenience away from deleting all my emotions and replacing them with disco.

Fox: Don’t date me unless you have a sexual preference for walls.

Echo: Me trying to fit my scomplink in the scomp-port of a computer is the equivalent of a man trying to finger a woman’s clitoris.

Tup: My head hurts. I think I'm dying.

Jesse: I have a cheesing appointment with your mom in half an hour.

Cody, threateningly: Your mouth is a fancy ballroom and I am a bitter man about to spike the party punch.

Echo: Here are two pictures. one of them is your room, and the other is the garbage dump.

Wrecker: *points at a picture* That one is the dump.

Echo: tHEY'RE BOTH YOUR ROOM!

Echo: It smells like henway in here.

Tech:

Echo: Tech.

Echo, forcefully: Doesn't it smell like henway in here?

Tech: *sigh*

Tech: What's a henway?

Echo: OH ABOUT TEN POUNDS!

Hunter: We are not mad. We are just disappointed.

Echo: No, we are mad.

Hunter: Yes. We are. We are livid. But we are going to let this one slide.

Echo: No, we’re not!

Hunter: I am not a mind reader, Echo!

Omega: I did it! I memorized everything in the book! I'm gonna ace this test!

Hunter: Ok, Omega, I'll give you one more question before you go. What ended in 1918?

Omega: 1917.

Hunter: ...You're ready.

Obi-Wan @ Anakin: Why do you always have to insult the ghost of the place we're at?

Anakin: What’s up with Obi-wan? He’s been laying on the floor for like….an hour now?

Ahsoka: He’s just a little overwhelmed.

Anakin: Why?

Ahsoka: Commander Cody smiled at him.

Anakin: Is this a good idea?

Anakin: Probably not.

Anakin: Do I care?

Anakin: No.

#silly #tcw #clone wars #star wars #tbb #bad batch #incorrect quotes #giant post #shitpost #clones #sw anakin #sw obi wan kenobi #sw ahsoka

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Tgamm S1 Ep 19-B ¨All Night Plight¨ Episode analysis

Molly, Scratch and Libby decide to stay all night late to watch a comet that passes every 50 years, the problem is that staying awake all night for the three of them is more easy said than done...

¨All Night Plight¨ episode is a bit hard to talk about since it has some pretty interesting things going on for the main characters as well as the theme of the story. It is an episode that give quite a lot to talk about in the fandom when it first aired.

The story starts with a quickly explanation in Molly's class about how there is a comet that passes every 50 years for people to being able to see it at night. The teacher explains that one has to stay up very late (4:00 AM) to be able to see it pass. She ends the class and the students leave school.

Molly, Scratch and Libby talk about the comet on their way back home. Scratch has a hilarious moment he talks about how he made a man cry once because he kept moving his keys (with Dana Synder's comedic timing great as always). Then Libby comments how this could be their only opportunity to see the comet together with ¨who knows how our life is going to be in fifty year¨, followed by a funny scenario of seeing herself as some sort of fantasy knight from her fantasy novels.

This makes Molly become very anxious for a few moments, as she thinks about how ¨everything could change¨ and suddenly decides that she wants to stay up night to see the comet, with Libby and Scratch joining her idea. It's clear that Molly fears the idea of losing her friendship with Scratch and Libby over the course of the years or how it could change. So, she decides she wants to make the ¨perfect memory¨ with Libby and Scratch.

It's worth of noting that the song sequence that plays while the Mcgee family are making the preparations for the night is very adorable. It presents the characters as your typical live action comedy sitcom, with their names showing up on the screen. There is also the detail of different moments being potrayed as it was a photo album, which itself has little notes and drawings made by Molly that are both funny and cute.

Once the night comes and Libby arrives to the Mcgees' home, she comments to Molly how there is too much light pollution. After a funny exchange between Sharon and Pete about how drives the trio, Sharon takes them to the country to be able to see the night sky better. (In the buffalo field from Episode 4-A, out of all things).

Most of the rest of the episode involves Molly desperately trying to keep Libby and Scratch to stay still in one place while Scratch protest not having eaten anything for all the night and Libby switching between falling sleeping and pretending to be a knight fighting dragons because of her trying to stay up late.

It becomes so ridiculous to the point Libby starts charging up against the buffalos thinking they are dragons and Scratch using Molly's phone to order a pizza while being in the middle of the country.

In all this, the night get worse and worse as Molly realizes that they didn't brought the snaks with them and Libby becomes more lost in her sleepy knight fantasy. Molly keeps pushing Libby and Scratch to stay to watch the comet together despite they both are tired and hungry. She is so determined to have this ¨perfect memory¨ that she doesn't consider how her friends are making at the moment.

When the sky happens to get covered by clouds, Molly tries to ¨blow¨ the clouds away. Getting tired of the situation, Scratch asks to Molly why she is so desperate to see the comet. That's when Molly explains that she is afraid of what is going to happen to the three of them over the course of the years and she is afraid of losing them as friends or their relationship changing. This shows that even after months have passed since they moved in to Brighton, Molly still has these abandonment issues of having to leave his friends behind for moving from house to house a lot before the events of the show. She is afraid that growing up she is going to lose Libby and Scratch as friends, which is probably the closest she has had to an actual long stable friendship.

I think the context of this episode is important as well since it takes place after the events of ¨Home is Where the Haunt is¨: The Mcgees almost lost their ¨forever home¨ in Brighton and Molly knows the curse that bonded her with Scratch was broken during the course of that problem. I think these two things brought these personal issues to Molly back, making her realize that not all things are permanent.

Noticing how important seeing the comet is to Molly, Scratch ¨eats¨ both Molly and Libby, shapeshifts into a hot air balloon and takes them above the clouds to see the night sky better. This moment is one of the most beautiful scenes from the series, both visually and emotionally. The animation of the comet passing by is amazing and the score is wonderful. It's worth of mentioning that Scratch cries tears of joy when he watches the comet pass by. It's a great example of how much the character has evolved since the start of the season.

Scratch moves back to the ground, releasing Molly and Libby. Molly thanks Scratch and Libby for staying all the night with her. They decide to go back to Mcgees home until they realize that they forgot about the angry buffalos, making the episode end.

In conclusion: ¨All Night Plight¨ is a great episode that shows how far the friendship between Molly, Scratch and Libby has grew over the course of the season. It acts as a celebration of their relationship so far, letting all them have both funny and emotional moments in the episode. It's also a good exploration of a side of Molly that hasn't been brought up for quite a while, which is her abandonment issues and hear fear of losing her freinds again. It is hearbreaking to see her breaking down while explaining to Scratch why she wants to make a ¨forever memory¨. In all, it is a beautiful episode and it isn't hard to see why it is considered one of the best from this season.

#the ghost and molly mcgee #tgamm #molly mcgee #scratch mcgee #libby stein torres #tgamm season 1 #All night plight Tgamm #Episode analysis tgamm

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Happy Birthday Natsume Sakasaki (2024)

Franchise: Ensemble Stars

Characters: Natsume Sakasaki, Anja-Sophia 'Ann' Wolff (OC), Sora Harukawa, Tsumugi Aoba

Pairing: Natsann (implied, developing)

Words: 1,401

Time had passed fairly quickly and before knowing it an important day approached. Or rather a day which had been hard to forget. Especially when being reminded, or rather asked by two people at separate occasions. It was a simple question.

“Neechan, Sora wanted to ask if you had plans on the 4th? Master's birthday is soon and Sora thinks he'd be happy if you came to celebrate with us!”

“Ah, Ann–San! Perfect timing! Uhm… This is going to sound a little embarrassing maybe but… Could you help me out a little? You see, Natsume–Kun's birthday is soon and I don't know what to get him. Maybe you have any ideas? Ah– I just thought you heard something. You two talk a lot so maybe he mentioned something he would want.”

Sora and Tsumugi had asked them on separate occasions regarding Natsume’s birthday and it had Ann themself thinking ever since. For days on end they have been thinking about it and the closer the day was, the more nervous they got. They had time, sure, they could pass by the office at least or something in hope to see Natsume. But a gift? That was the hard part…

They couldn’t help out Tsumugi much, throwing in the most generic suggestions perhaps. A game or something yet would that really be satisfying? What would he like? Hah, Natsume was really something else, someone Ann had a hard time figuring out. At this rate they were ready to just pull the cheapest move for a gift, let him pick. Because they had been thinking for days but nothing.

If it had been almost anyone else then maybe they would have forgotten. But given how the relationship had taken form the past few months it was not a date they could simply ignore. Sure, the two had started out as strangers but they had gotten at least somewhat closer, enough to be on a first name basis now. Or rather, he had insisted on it. And the two talk more ever since. Not to mention that he had helped them out a few times so they owed him. Maybe it was just that, the feeling that Ann owed the young idol. And his birthday would have been the perfect chance to repay him. But nothing came into their mind in the end, no matter how hard they were thinking about it.

So, as shameful as it was to admit, they would have to enter the New Dimension office empty handed and offer up something which was an excuse. They had tried, they really did, but their mind was blank. What would one gift a self proclaimed magician anyway? What would he like? Either they were insecure or the two had not been that close yet. Ah, that didn’t mean guilt had not overcome them. It certainly did, more than one might imagine. They were praying that they were too early or too late. But no, they were just in time the moment they had opened the door.

There they spotted the idol trio – Sora and Tsumugi standing in front of an overwhelmed Natsume, one of the rare instances where he didn’t know what to say. That or he had been in some type of temporary shock becoming speechless. Well. that had been the guess of Ann’s, given that he had been standing there solid frozen. They didn’t see his expression yet none of the three had said a word. Well, even if only for a few seconds. Because the next thing they heard was–

“Ah, Neechan came too Master~!” Sora announced from one moment to the next. Ah, so if they wanted to sneak away, they couldn’t. Not really at least. Not now anymore anyways.

Because shortly after the other two had shifted their gazes towards Ann as well. “Ann–San? What a surprise. If you need to discuss something though, could you wait a moment? We’re busy here.” Tsumugi responded right away.

“Ah— Not that Tsumugi–San.” They responded quickly, waving their arms in front of their face for a moment. “I… Erm… Coming here… Well… Geburtstag…”

“Hm? No? Then—”

“Sora knows! Neechan accepted Sora’s invitation!”

“InvitatION?” Natsume repeated, his gaze wandering to the blonde for a moment.

A quick nod. “Yes! Sora thought that Master~ would be happy to see Neechan on his birthday!”

A moment of silence, to the point things had gotten a little awkward for a short moment. Though Ann had not been sure why. The air turned a little… It was hard to put into words but it was way different from before.

That was until Natsume turned his gaze away as well as his face from the brunette’s view at least, as if hiding something. “It’s nothing like thaT…” He mumbled for a short moment, it was just barely audible however, yet he turned back soon enough, most likely suppressing the redness and replacing it with a smile instead. “Thank you for your consideration Sora.”

The cat was out of the bag… Yeah, no running now. And besides, not like Ann was going to escape at this point. Thus they stepped closer to the trio, eyeing the redhead of the three before saying: “Ha… Happy Birthday Natsume–San.”

It was short and one sentence. Perhaps there would have been nothing else to add. And during the first part they sounded calm. Well, in contrast to the part they added later on that is: “I just… Erm… The present thing–y… I… no clue… idea and er… I… Apologies! I’m making that good to you! I mean up! I just mean erm… Whichever you like, I’ll bring it! I owe!” They even bowed non stop, unable to stop their words. Then again, they were just throwing random words together, hoping it would turn into something coherent. There was a chance it wouldn’t however… They had to be stopped.

No, literally, they had to be stopped. And they were, even if by force. Because before they knew it someone had grabbed their shoulders and made them lift back up… Thus coming face–to–face with Natsume whose face could have said it all already. “Ann, calm dowN!” He began. “I said it’s finE!”

“Huh? When?”

“You weren’t even listenING, were yoU?”

They… Shook their head, much to their embarrassment.

And that only made him sigh. “SeriousLY…”

“It… Is not fair. Your day so… Uhm… Just something!” They explained, or tried to. “I’ll get anything! Just ask! To be making up for a surprise!”

He only stared at them for a moment. There was no way to put them at ease, it was easy to tell. And he soon gave up, somewhat… Because the next thing they saw was a slight yet sly grin, a grin they had seen from him before. Usually a sign for things to come. And they did because he let out some type of chuckle, then saying: “Anything you saY? Then how about a date lateR?”

The teasing was more than audible, their ears taking it in right away. And they could feel a warmth overcoming their face. No matter how many times this happens… Ann just could never get used to any type of teasing. Ever. This was no exception. “A… D… Date? Erm… That… A little…”

“Was it a lie when you said ‘Anything, just asK’?” Ugh, and now he’s playing that card!

“N… No. Bu—”

“Natsume–Kun, don’t confuse Ann–San now.” But the moment would be interrupted by Tsumugi himself, him suddenly throwing that in. It made the mood crash from one moment to the next, making this a little embarrassing. That and Natsume’s face went from a grin to an expression of utter annoyance.

“I… It’s ok Tsumugi–San, a—”

“Did you have to speak up noW?” Natsume interrupted, trying not to seem too annoyed. And yet he could not hide it in any way.

“Eh!? W… Well, given her face—”

“NeverMIND. Can we talk about this lateR?”

“Ah— S… Sure…”

A moment cut short, on the birthday nonetheless. And yet, it may have been a surprise on its own. As for what Natsume had asked of Ann later, when the two finally got to talk? Well… Maybe that date thing had not been a complete joke. That and Ann ended up accepting in the end due to being a little too flustered to think. Well, but if it is hopefully making up for today… Then why not?

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THEIR SISTERS' FAULT

"How'd I get myself into this?" Patrick asked his reflection. He quickly looked away, unnerved by his reflection wearing nothing but a pair of his sister's tights. He hadn't really gotten himself into it, but he knew how he had ended up wearing his sister's tights, her leotard and tutu waiting on his bed.

It had all been their sisters' fault. Three boys right around the same age, each with a sister who was also about the same age as the other girls. That was the sort of thing that meant you saw a lot of each other. Both trios were close-knit friends, always coming up with activities. About a week or two ago, the girls had had the idea of a photoshoot in their brothers' football gear - pads, jerseys, helmets, and all. That in and of itself was harmless. It was going to be part of some community newsletter or something. But then, Patrick's sister had asked a question at the dinner table.

"What are you three gonna do?"

"Huh?"

"Well, me and Stacy and Claire did those photos. What are you boys gonna do?"

"I dunno." He poked at his casserole.

"Maybe you can dress up in our stuff."

"Oh, yeah. Totally." Sarcasm dripped from his voice as he snorted and Mom laughed. That could have been the end of it, but Mom was so amused, she mentioned it to the other moms and the ball started rolling. Somewhere along the way, it changed from a joke to a serious consideration. And now, Patrick thought. Now I'm putting on Sara's ballet stuff for photos.

"Almost ready?" Patrick glared as Mom covered her mouth a moment too late to hide her laughter.

"I can't believe I'm doing this." He muttered.

"Well, the car's in the garage, so no one will even see." Mom said. He looked visibly relieved. "Let's get going. We need to pick up Cody and Ricky."

"Oh. Forgot we were all riding together." Patrick took a fortifying breath before following his mom, tutu bouncing as if to remind him he was wearing Sara's ballet things.

"Do you need help?" Mom asked he fought his way into the backseat and then discovered the trial of trying to buckle a seatbelt with a tutu in the way.

"I" he grunted. "I think I got it." Mom looked over her shoulder, just to make sure he really had buckled up.

"First stop, Cody!"

Cody all but booked it for the car the second they stopped. Under different circumstances, Patrick would have locked the door and laughed at him tugging on the door handle. Instead, he simply slid over and let one of his two best friends join him in the backseat.

"This is awful." Cody mumbled.

"Yeah."

"You don't get it." Cody whispered. "Claire's stuff" he shuddered. "It was too small, so Mom took me shopping this morning for my own leotard. My own tutu!" Patrick stared at his friend sympathetically. "The saleslady probably thinks I want to be a sissy ballerina or something."

"It's just a quick photo." Patrick said reassuringly. "Right, mom?"

"Of course." She smiled. "You two look great." She could tell by their faces that was the worst thing she could have said. Well, they'd come around.

Things only grew worse once Ricky joined them. They had often sat in the backseat, but this was the first time they had had to contend with tutus and their tights-clad legs brushing against each other. They were a trio of squirming ballerinas all the way to the dance studio. Patrick's mom knew there would be plenty of photos, but she still wished she could sneak a few of the three of them squirming and wiggling with their tutus in each other's faces. Every now and again, they would figure out there was no way to keep their tutus under control, so they would stop wiggling, only to start again. They were so distracted, none of them noticed the ballet studio passing by three times as Patrick's mom did a few laps, just to prolong their struggle.

"Alright! Ballerinas out!" She said, finally pulling into the parking lot. She covered her mouth as they spilled out and charged toward the door, held open by Cody's mom.

"I like that hustle!" She said as they speed past her, three pink blurs. "We've only got a bit before there's a class in here, so let's get right to work." The boys all felt quite relieved. "Now, let's have you three join hands and jump in a circle."

"What?"

"Your sisters had to do a little warming up to get used to your football pads. This is just like that." The boys were skeptical, but even more determined to get this over with. They joined hands to form a ring and began to jump up and down. After that, it was another round of shaking out their tutus before they had to join hands in a line and skip back and forth across the entire length of the studio.

"Aren't we done, mom?" Ricky called.

"Yep. Just skip back over here !".

"This is a nightmare." Patrick muttered through clenched teeth.

"Hold it just like that." All three moms' phones clicked far more times than the boys had expected. Just how many photos had they taken?

"Perfect!" The boys relaxed. Done. Finally done. The sound of the studio doors opening caused them to jump and they began to panic as they heard the unmistakable sound of girls' voices.

"What is that?" Patrick stammered. Their moms looked at them knowingly.

"Oh, I guess we got a little carried away." Cody's mom said. The boys watched as a dozen girls, dressed just like them, filtered into the room.

"Don't worry." Ricky's mom said. "We cleared it with the teacher. You three are going to attend this class."

"What?" The boys tried to plead with their moms and their friends' moms, but the women would not budge.

"You're dressed for it and this way, we can get some more photos after of you three as official ballerinas."

#gender role reversal #ballet boys #football girls #tricked

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blossom-hwa · 1 year

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Hi! Happy (very-very late) anniversary!

I want to say that your writings are really amazing, and I appreciate your work a lot. Hopefully once I'm done with uni stuff I'll have time to catch up with your latest works.

If it's possible, I would like to request some university/college life with Hyunjin because he's my dreamed best friend

Have a nice day/evening/night! :)

hi, thanks so much for this request and your kind words! I hope you enjoy what I've written for this, and good luck with university!!

5 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/TXT/Golden Child/Ateez/The Boyz member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!!

REQUESTS CLOSED!!

Title: Momentary, Everlasting

Pairing: Hyunjin x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 973

Warnings: cursing

During his first year in university, Hyunjin learns a total of four things.

One: The campus has a lake. A whole fucking lake.

Two: People are forbidden from swimming in the lake.

Three: This does not stop people from swimming in the lake.

Four: If, by the end of your uni years, you have not sat with your friends at the lakeside at least once and talked about everything and nothing for several hours straight, you are a grade A loser. Bonus points if it was nighttime when you met up.

In his first year, Hyunjin goes to the lake a few times, but it’s always superficial - to sketch the water for one of his art classes, to chat for a few minutes with a classmate before they head off to their other classes. It isn’t until his second year that he finds his group, seven friends who drive him insane with how loud they always are but whom he finds he loves anyway, a group that meets up at the lake any day, any time, and talks for hours at night until the sun has begun to rise.

His sleep schedule takes a drastic turn for the worse that year, but though he complains, Hyunjin privately thinks it’ll be worth it.

And as it turns out, it is worth it. Because one evening by the lake, as they all gather to watch the sunset, someone calls out Chan’s name and Chan calls out their name and suddenly he’s waving them over and introducing them to the group, but most importantly, he’s introducing them to -

“Y/N, this is Hyunjin,” Chan says, grinning. “Hyunjin, this Y/N, remember the friend I told you about that I wanted you to meet?”

He does remember. Y/N, music major, violin focused, plays in a trio with Jongho on the cello and Huening Kai on the piano. Chan had thought you two had compatible personalities, that you could be good friends. Hyunjin might be shy but he does trust Chan’s judgement when it comes to people, so he takes your outstretched hand and smiles back at your bright smile and doesn’t cringe at Chan’s offer for you to sit with them for a while.

Chan’s judgement is good. Too good. Because by the end of that first night, despite the fact that Hyunjin considers himself quite reserved when it comes to meeting strangers, he has your number and you have his and you’re still laughing together when it’s time to part.

Meetings by the lake with the others turn to study sessions in the library with those who like to study in quiet - Seungmin, Chan, Minho. Study sessions like these turn into getting coffee before class, just the two of you. Getting coffee turns into getting lunch, getting lunch turns into getting dinner, getting dinner turns into going back to each other’s dorms and talking until the sun rises -

And that turns into a proper date, where you kiss Hyunjin for the first time.

It’s not perfect, of course. For all your compatibility, you still argue, you still fight, and there’s a dangerous point towards the end of third year where you decide you need a break from each other. You spend a month away with only brief contact - a good morning, a good night, a happy birthday when March rolls around accompanied by a small box of his favorite chocolate. And when you meet up to talk again when the month has concluded, you find yourselves together again, stronger than ever before.

Hyunjin treasures every moment with you no matter how fleeting. He draws some of them in his sketchbook, paints a few that deserve special remembrance. Sometimes he gets anxious about it - he wants to preserve every special moment he has with you, which is impossible when every moment with you feel special, but in time, he learns -

Moments may be ephemeral, but the fact that you are here with him is everlasting.

The day after graduation, the night before you all need to move out of the dorms for the final time, you knock on Hyunjin’s door. “Let’s go see the lake,” you suggest, and what can he do but follow?

A nearly full moon shines in the sky when you reach the lakeside, shimmering on the dark water with a playful glimmer as you sit down on the cool grass, hand in hand. You open your mouth as though to say something, but after a moment, you close it and place your head on Hyunjin’s shoulder.

For a while you just sit there in silence, breathing, seeing, living. Your breaths echo softly in Hyunjin’s ear when he places his head on top of yours, a gentle contrast to the sounds of partying in the distance, and for a moment Hyunjin wishes he had his sketchbook to draw the scene - the moon’s reflection on the lake, an expanse of dark grass and trees, you with your head on his shoulder, eyes closed, breathing in tandem.

But moments are ephemeral, and while some can be preserved, others don’t need to be. Hyunjin sinks into the silence, feeling the weight of your comfort spread like a blanket over his shoulders. This is a moment to be cherished, to be lived. It doesn’t need to be drawn, not now.

“This is nice,” he murmurs, looping an arm around your waist.

“Mm.” You let him pull you closer, snuggling into his side. “Kinda wish we could stay like this forever.”

Forever. Hyunjin smiles a little. “Forever’s nice,” he agrees, leaning into your touch when you start rubbing soft circles into his waist. “But I think what we have now is pretty good, too.”

Because even if moments are only ephemeral, Hyunjin knows that the love you share with each other is everlasting.

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youalmostcapturedjacksparrow · 1 year

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𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕜 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨'𝕤 ℝ𝕠𝕤𝕖 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟟

Chapter 7: Tortuga

General POV

The trio jumped off the interceptor and landed on the dock of Tortuga.

Will was carefully looking around seeing a lot of drunken sailors and woman with really tight dresses and loads of makeup on their faces.

Rosemary loosened her hair out of the ponytail and took her hat, she placed it on her head to make her outfit complete.

Even though Rosemary was walking around in Tortuga and not Port Royal she wanted to look the best she could. She was a tailor after all.

'Stick with me' Jack said

'And Will hold her close'

We walked off deeper into Tortuga. Rosemary nor Will had any idea where Jack was leading them

'It is indeed a sad life that has never breathed deep the sweet, proliferous bouquet that is Tortuga.

Savvy? '

The trio was walking around town and the further we walked into the town. The more drunken sailors , pirates or woman we saw.

'Well what do you think?' Jack asked . He turned around to look at Will and Rosemary.

'You know what I think ' Rosemary said while holding her nose up from the horrendous smell that was around. They were close to an shet or a urinating place.

'I love the people here, but I prefer it to be noon instead of the late late evening.'

Will was looking as confused as ever. He never had been to a place like this. And never seen a Woman dressing like that selling herself to drunken sailors.

' Ill tell you mate' Jack said while putting an arm around Will.

'If every town in the world were like this one, no man would ever feel unwanted.' Jack let go of Will.

And Rosemary was rolling her eyes at him.

Rosemary's POV

When we were about to walk further. A woman with dark red hair, and a lot of roots from the painting came up towards us.

Her makeup was all over her face. And her dress was to small and dirty.

'Scarlet!' Jack said while holding his arms open.

But she didn't stop to hug or talk to Jack.

Instead she slapped him right on his cheek.

Will and I both had our hand on our mouths and I couldn't help but laugh at Jack.

'Scarlet' looked me up and down and narrowed her eyes. Before she stomped off towards the group of girls she was with.

'Not sure I deserved that' Jack said asking himself.

'Well from the looks of her' I shrugged and bit on my lower lip holding back my chuckle.

But before we knew it a small blond girl stood before us.

'Giselle' Jack said looking a bit confused

'Who was she?' she said before slapping Jack across the cheeks again.

'And who is she' She said while pointing at me.

I hold up my hands.

'Nah sorry, I'm not with him' I simply said.

Giselle narrowed her eyes and then walked off.

'I May have deserved that' Jack mumbled before he spoke up.

'Will fetch me a few buckets of water'

'Here lets go' I said towards Will and pulled him towards the water pump.

'For what in heavens sake would we need water' Will said while pumping

I shrugged. 'Its Jack. I don't think I need to explain any further do I ?' I said with a small chuckle.

General POV

Jack walked up towards a shed opening the door. He was nodding to Will en Rosemary to come in with the buckets of water.

It smelled horrendous in there. So Rose was holding her nose up her fingers closing her nostrils.

Will was looking at her with a smile. She was still a little bit spoiled.

But hen he caught the smell in his nose. And he started to dry heeve.

Which made Rose burst out laughing.

To which Jack motioned that they should be quiet and that Will should move closer towards him. With the bucket of water.

In the shed with the pigs there was an older man sleeping with a bottle in his hands.

Jack motioned to Will that he should throw the bucket on the man. And so he did.

The man shook up. And started mumbling nonsense.

'Curse you for breathing, you slack-jawed idiot!' the man cursed and looked up towards Jack and Will. his face cleared up.

'Mother's love! Jack!

You should know better than to wake a man when he's sleepin'

Its bad luck!' he lisped.

'Ah fortunately, I know how to counter it.

The man who did the waking buys the man who was sleeping a drink.

The man who was sleeping drink it, while listening to a proposition from the man who did the waking. ' Jack said while squatting next to the man. And holding out his head.

'Aye, That'll about do it.' The man said.

And Jack lifted him up.

Rose came forward with another bucket of water and threw it around the ears of the man.

'I was already awake miss.. ' he looked at Rose confused

'That was for the smell' she said smiling.

And looked at the man.

'You look so incredibly familiar' Rose said eyeing the man.

'Rosemary don't stare at him like that' Jack said almost jealous.

'Ah miss Rivers. I did not think I would ever see you around here' the man said.

'Well neither did I Mister Gibbs' Rose said smirking.

'You're father would keelhaul you, if he ever saw you in Tortuga you know that right?' Gibbs told her.

'Yeah yeah, were here for something else' she motioned towards Jack.

'Well shall we then?' Jack said confused while walking off.

The group entered a bar. It was a huge mess. Drunk people everywhere and even small fights breaking out.

Rose smirked looking around while Jack was ordering drinks.

She was quite interested by everything going on. She had only been to the port of Tortuga so she had never sat foot in a bar here.

Rose turned around looking to a fight brewing in the back of the bar. she was tapping with her fingers on the wood of the bar waiting for Jack to be done.

'I'm quite interested in you, y'know'

Rose fastly turned around to look straight into Jack's eyes.

She lifted her eyebrow looking at him.

'You know what you want. You say what you want ' I appreciate that in a woman.

'Keep dreaming Jack.

You got the drinks?' she took the cups out of his hands and walked off.

The bartender grope Jack's coat.

'Did she just got your rum? U got it bad mate' the bartender said while shaking his head.

'Who would have thought Jack Sparrow would had a soft spot.' He was talking to himself.

Jack walked off after Rose who was holding the drinks and dodging drunk people before she got stopped by an huge man stepping right in front of her.

'L..Lass ' he hiccuped.

'I don't fink u shouwld be wearing those clofes at all' he spat at Rose.

Will walked up towards Rose as did Jack, but Will got there first.

And stepped in front of Rose.

'I think you should leave her alone mate' Jack said while also catching up.

'Really guys?

You really think I'm that much of a helpless woman?

Here hold on to this. ' Rose pushed the cups into Jacks arms. And pushed Will aside.

She pulled the clearly drunk man at his coat towards her.

'You know. ' she said while pulling him even closer. Her mouth was next to his ear.

'You know, I think I can wear whatever the fuck I want' she bit in his ear.

So the man jumped up and fell backwards.

'SKANK! You bit in me bloody ear' he scowled towards Rose.

Who got back the cups from Jack and stepped over the men towards the table Gibbs was holding free for them.

'Pathetic ' she spat at the man.

The whole bar was looking at Rose.

Jack looked at Will and Will looked directly back shrugging his shoulders.

As they followed Rose towards the table.

As she sat down she shoved Gibbs a cup. And sat the other 3 on the table.

Crossing her legs. Raising an eyebrow when she saw everyone looking at her.

She saw the drunken man stand up. And wanting to walk towards her again. But she saw him coming and threw her cup on the wall next to him.

It almost exploded next to the man's head. And he gulped looking at her.

She looked straightly back into his eyes. And shook her head.

He actually backed off.

And she sat back down next to Gibbs.

'Will. Did you know she could do that?' Jack asked while he lifted his top lip a bit.

'Its almost scary, I thought she was a high class royal'

Will chuckled.

'Well she's kinda both. She grew up in the Swann household. But she was in the town way more and I thinked she picked up some things.' Will shrugged.

'Well anyway. Keep an sharp eye ' Jack said to Will.

He walked towards the table where Gibbs and Rose were sitting.

'Rose love, this is kind of grow up talk' Jack said while trying to shoo Rose from the table.

She raised her eyebrow. Looking at Jack.

'I'm good where I am' she said looking in his eyes.

'Well then.' Jack said while sitting at the table.

'Now , what's the nature of this venture of your'n' Gibbs asked Jack.

Jack quickly skimmed around and looked at Gibbs.

'I'm going after the Black Pearl' Jack said

Gibbs almost chocked on his rum. And looked at Rose and then at Jack.

'I know where it's going to be, and I'm gonna take it.' Jack simply stated.

'Jack , it's a fool's errand. You know better than methe tales of the Black Pearl.' Gibbs said shaken.

'That's why I know what Barbossa is up to.

All I need is a crew. '

'What I hear around here is Captrain Barbossa's not a man to suffer fools, nor strike a bargain with one.' Gibbs told Jack carefully.

'Well then it's a very good thing, I'm not a fool. ' Jack said

'Well prove me wrong. What makes you think Barbossa will give up his ship to you? '

'Lets just say it's a matter of leverage.' Jack said and looked over towards Will.

Gibbs shook his head not understanding what Jack meant.

'Excuse me what? ' Rose stated.

'Gibbs its obviously about the lad over there? Will' she almost needed to turn his head for him towards Will who was standing closeby.

Jack ignored Rose.

'That kid is the child of Bootstrap Bill Turner, His only child. Savvy?'

Gibbs mouth fell open. Understanding what was happening.

'Hello? I'm right here?! Jack jesus tell me ' Rose started to get a little frustrated she wasn't just a little girl who was 11 years old. She was a grown up woman.

And she wanted to know what in the world he was talking about.

'You'll see Love, He's going to be completely fine' Jack said with a soft smile and a chuckle.

'Leverage says you' Gibbs said with a soft smile.

'I think I feel a change in the wind, says I' Gibbs said to Jack.

'Ill find us a crew. There's bound to be sailors on this rock as crazy as you Jack'

'One can only hope.' Jack said while raising his cup of rum.

'Take what you can.'

'Give nothin' back' Gibbs said as they clashed their cups together and drank them.

They looked at Rose as if she was not clashing her cup with them.

'I don't have a cup anymore remember' Rose said while pointing towards the wall where she threw her cup against.

She winked at them both. And stood up walking towards Will.

'She's a special one.

Isn't she Gibbs'

'Aye sir' Gibbs said.

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Pale 7.a

At first I thought this was going to be a Ulysse interlude, then I realized it's Kevin. Blech.

... I'd say it's interesting that the majority of interludes we've gotten have been from the points of view of antagonists, but I think that might just be a reflection of how few true allies the Kennet Trio has

Not much to say about this opening scene, just Kevin being exactly what I expected

By his gospel, the one we came to name Prometheus had peers, and it was not the one who tried to seize the original Fire, but many. All who tried, succeed or fail, were punished. I found my deity nine miles beneath the surface of the earth, thoroughly protected so none might disturb his eternal punishment. Had he succeeded, our campfires might not be wood we’ve set alight, but something else entirely.

oh that's sick as hell. I am now invested in Ulysse

Now he is my god and I am his sole worshiper, his champion.

"Sole worshiper of a god" is a great concept. (This is part of why I'm having such a good time with Pale Lights). I really like the blending of a normally-distant divine relationship with the closeness that comes from being the only one (and often the god taking a great deal of interest in and care of their worshiper's life). Also fun way to play around with faith and power dynamics, depending on how much ability the god retains and how seriously the worshiper takes the divinity aspect.

Other works that have this: Pale Lights, Thief's Covenant, The Thousand Eyes

"Later, I met your god before you did. He burned me alive both times I ventured down there. Others had claim over me. In another lifetime, toward the end, we became friends.”

I also want to read this story

He shared an appreciation for things of value, and if Lawrence wasn’t keeping the company of fellow weirdos from the same families as these kids at this school, he would sometimes invite Kevin.

oh that is 100% manipulation

But over the years, little moments like that had stacked up. And now… …Now he was a bit afraid of her.

I looked back at the girls' theories about Rae, and they ended up at personification of backlash? But that was just a guess

And it looks like Kevin isn't escaping the karma his eye generates... that could amplify whatever's up with Rae, once it finally explodes

Ted? What was going on with Ted? Was Alexander in communication with the man?

I'm not sure either: It could just be an effect of Ted being karmically blessed, and the librarian/school in general offering him what he needs

Clem was as stupid as I’ve ever seen her. We’re not best friends anymore

oh good, that must be a relief for her

my online following is… it’s better than ever, frankly, but it’s taking more of my time to manage until all the fights and arguments die down.

I hope she's lying about that one

in the center of that table was a recreation of Sargent Hall, complete with mini-figures representing the occupants.

return of this thing! I guess Nicolette got it out from the fire ok

Ted — Kevin — Shellie — Rae Respective to their names were cards and numbers. 3, 7, 13, 19.

The dossier noted that Ted and Clem are around the same level of use, so it makes sense that he's number three. I wonder who is 1? Kevin being rated higher than Shellie seems like a reflection on how useful his eye is at dealing with mundane problems subtly (and how hard she is to control). Not sure what the ranking implies about Rae.

Noose in one corner, connecting to Ted, coin in the other, connecting to Shellie.

once again, same types of object as the awakening ritual. Coin is mostly fortune I think, woven object I'm less sure. Pact awakening ritual had it as dream and fate.

But he could read the notation. ‘Noone will die at his girlfriend’s hand’.

get fucked!

“Nah, stark resemblance to an old crush,” he said. “Writing on the back says… Laila Throop. Was your old crush a Throop?”

no idea what's up with this, but it has to be important. Laila's been coming up a lot lately (Musette, and Fernanda's interlude). Her family specializes in curses: I could see them coming into contact with Kevin through that.

The works themselves are a trove of detail on people, especially those in the Maritime provinces and the major cities of Canada and the northeastern United States.

oh cool. So Alexander has compiled Ted's notes from other timelines. I wonder how long he's had them? Because this could explain a lot, if he's been able to draw on this knowledge for his plans all along. It would explain how he made those dossiers, for one.

... I wonder if there's anything on Kennet or the Carmine Beast in there. I don't think there'd be anything on the girls, since Ted's loop ended before they got involved, but things have been going on in the town for a while.

Courtesy of Raymond, the prompt is yet unfinished, but each pull from the coda of texts will help it improve. For the time being it will do its best to list texts that may be relevant.

score one for the digital humanities

Alexander, I think, wanted us to find it because there may be traps here, not in the sense that a blade may jump out of nowhere, I don’t think, but the wrong information in the wrong person’s mind.

I can see Kevin setting off events by trying to preemptively defend himself from Rae, or this pushing him into demanding answers.

This was an arrangement of a court of judges in this region, who saw the danger and reached out to everyone in the area to ensure they had the power to set this into motion.

oh! My first thought was the council the CB was on, but I looked at the dossiers again, and Ted's from Prince Edward Island, which is pretty far away, so probably not

I am a collector of people. If you’ll take my help, I’ll point you to certain people. But the moment you’re free, if it has anything to do with my help, I want your assistance after.

well fuck. I guess that explains why Ted works for Bristow now.

one student named Laila Throop was on the opposing side and had a really strong resemblance to someone from his past that he hated. “Her next.” He tapped her photograph

man Laila can just not catch a break... I wonder if this is what Musette saw?

#booksandchainmail reads pale #pale #wildbow

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Prominence [WCh. 2.54]

Social Media AU ; Idol AU ; Added Unit AU CW/TW: Language Genre: Comedy, Romance Pairing: NCT x Idol!Reader, Seonghwa x Reader Y/N Pronouns: Female (She/Her) Word Count: 3.3K

Notes: Back to our regularly scheduled programming Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

Feedback is greatly appreciated!! Thank you for reading!

23 February 2022

"Last one, boys, we're almost done," you tried to encourage the two boys sitting next to you. Mark was passed out, face pressed against the glass of the window, and Yangyang was in a similar state with his head hanging low and soft snores coming from him, you'd given up on repositioning his head half an hour ago and figured the neck ache would teach him a lesson.

After the whirlwind of everything that's been going on, to know that you were done with the hardest part of comeback promotions was amazing. You just had a few variety shows to handle, all less stressful than music shows, and NCThree would have successfully wrapped up their first comeback.

First comeback, whoa. It didn't really dawn on you until then. You were glad that everyone enjoyed it so much, thankful actually, NCThree has such a different sound from the other units that sometimes it worried you. You, and no doubt the two next to you, didn't really think you'd get called back to do a unit again. The idea of this NCT U unit was to have different trios each time, but the fans liked your group so much that SM decided to oblige. Actually, you were so certain that you wouldn't work with them again that neither of you celebrated the year anniversary debut, which in hindsight's kind of sad. In some ways, that's like a friendiversary. Well, never too late for that. Who would've thought that these two would've become your closest friends?

You remember it like it was yesteday.

7 July 2020

You sat across from Yangyang, awkwardly tapping your fingers together while you waited for the third person to show up. You'd both agreed to lunch together, granted that lunch was at the SM café, but it was the most accessible place at the time. You kept your eyes trained on the menu in front of you, something which you had long memorized, but you'd rather do that than face the awkwardness head-on.

After all, how the hell are you supposed to address the guy you used to crush on? You could feel your face heat with embarrassment by the second. You didn't think that you'd be collaborating with him anytime soon, much less be in a unit with him. Oh god, you're going to be seeing him a lot now, weren't you? What are the odds?

You didn't know that he was thinking similarly. You're so familiar, why can't he put his finger on it? It was bothering him, but he couldn't bring it up without sounding weird. So, instead, he opted to mindlessly scroll up and down Supreme's website, he's probably opened the same product maybe five times now. How does he even start a conversation with you, anyway?

“Uh…” Turns out it would be you to break the silence. “Are you and Mark close?” You asked him a question, but your eyes were still on the menu.

“No, not really,” he answers. Maybe he could’ve been nicer about it. “You?”

“No, this is the first time I’ve spoken to him, actually,” you answered. “I mean, I know of him, of course, who doesn’t know Mark? I’m just surprised he said ‘yes,’” you added.

“Yeah, he’s in so many other units already,” Yangyang nods. “Do you know who they would’ve asked if he said no?”

“Jeno, I think,” you hummed. “Although I heard them mention Jaemin too,” you answered.

“Both from Dream then,” he says.

“Basically, I was thinking more of rappers,” you said. That seemed to bring out a response in him.

“I didn’t think about that,” he says. The unit was new enough that their full concept hadn’t yet been explained. “What do you think the unit’s going to be?”

“Well… uh… considering our positions… probably rap?” You shrugged. The way you’d pay to be anywhere other than here. Where the hell’s Mark?! “Let me text him…” you muttered. Again, awkwardness. You pulled up his contact, shooting him a quick ‘where are you?’ Only for the message to not deliver at all. “Sorry,” he looks at you and you immediately look back down. “Uh,” tongue twisted, “do you have service?”

“Yeah, let me try texting him,” he says. He’s silent for a while. “Huh… it’s not delivering,” he shakes his head.

“Hm…” you try texting the group chat. “Did you get that?” The notification sound from his phone answers your question. “Now I’m worried,” you mumbled.

“Maybe he changed his number again?”

“Maybe, but usually he lets us know,” you tried sending another message. Not delivered, and this time with the red exclamation point next to it. "Uh oh..." your brows furrowed together. "It's not sending at all," you mumbled against your hand.

"Shoot... do you think...?" His eyes squinted. "Because Renjun said he left the house a while ago..."

"What... what are you implying?" Your eyes were filled with a certain mix of fear and concern.

"I mean... it is rush hour in Seoul right now," he mutters. "Anything could have happened."

"Oh my god... you're not saying that he..." you didn't finish your sentence, not because you didn't want to, rather, you were interrupted.

"Hey, guys!" Mark slides into the booth next to Yangyang, both you and him jumping up with surprise. "What's up? You two look like you saw a ghost." You and Yangyang make eye contact quickly.

Nah, no way, he's not a ghost. An awkward smile rose on both your faces and you both did the one thing you could think of. You grabbed Mark's right hand and Yangyang grabbed his left. Again, you both looked at each other, neither of you expected to have the same idea. Regardless, Mark was most definitely alive and probably very confused.

"Uh..." Mark shifts his glances between both of you.

"We heard a rumor that your hands were really cold," you quickly said.

"Yeah," Yangyang jumped along easily.

"Sorry, we should've asked first," you laughed awkwardly, it sounded insanely forced, but Yangyang went along with it and Mark seemingly fell for it. But, to be fair you really had no idea what you would've done if for whatever reason he was a ghost, the sheer ridiculousness of the idea is what got you laughing the most though.

"Nah, it's all good," Mark pulls his hands away from both of you. "Sorry I was late! I was going to text you guys, but I got a new phone and haven't had a chance to transfer all my data yet," he explains.

"Oh! Yeah, of course, we know," you spoke quickly. "Our messages weren't delivering, so we figured that you changed numbers or something, nothing else, haha."

"Yeah, totally, we definitely didn't think that you di-"

"Flaked!" You cut Yangyang off with a subtle glare. "We definitely didn't think you flaked on us," you said through a strained smile. "Anyway, I'm starving, let's order something!" You quickly changed topics.

23 February 2022

Yeah, you were almost 98% sure that Mark would've never spoken to you again after that day, let alone Yangyang. You had strong memories of crying to Yeseul because you thought you blew it so much. You didn't think you'd be sitting between them again, but here you were, shaking both of them awake.

"Huh?" Mark groans.

"We're here. Last music show recording and we're done," you repeated. Mark rubbed his tired eyes and sat up, noticing Yangyang.

"His neck's going to kill him this performance," he frowns.

"I know," you nudged him awake and, with a gasp, his head bobs up and he rubs the back of his head.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," you chuckled.

"Ugh..." Yangyang leaned his head back, rolling it around his neck to ease the ache. "Last one and we get a break," he hits his head against the rest behind him. The door slides open and Suho beams.

"Rise and shine! We're almost done, guys," your manager shoots you a thumbs up. All three of you only groan in response. "Come on, bright smiles, fight through it, you're in the homestretch now!" He encourages. Despite his demeanor, the Music Bank set behind him seemed to loom over him like foreboding doom. "After today I'll buy you all dinner." It was like a light switch.

"Let's do this!" Yangyang jumped out first.

"Noodles? It's been a while since we had noodles!" Mark says aloud.

"Ooh! I know just the place!" You smiled. "I'll text it to you later, Suho!" You grinned and, maybe you imagined it, there was a sudden pang of regret in his eyes. "I'm so glad that we're almost through, then we get to rest tomorrow," you sighed, the walk to your dressing room wasn't as far as the other music shows.

"(Y/N)!" Jia was practically beaming when the three of you walked in. "You have a little present," she sings, gesturing to the bouquet on the table.

"Oh!" Your eyes lit up for a moment and you walked over, picking up the small card. Yangyang leans over, skimming the card and glancing around to make sure the coast was clear.

"What if it's from Red?" He snickers.

"Shh! Shut up," you pushed him away from you and read the message.

'Good luck at work today! Here's to a new start. - Your Not-So-Secret Admirer'

And, as if it were on cue, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

The sound you made was absolutely fucking revolting. Come on, now, (Y/N), you literally dated him before why were you acting like you're falling in love all over again?

"Oh my gosh," you grabbed the closest thing to you, the unlucky person being Yangyang, and shook him harshly. "Oh my gosh, this is so embarrassing but also so romantic, oh-"

"I'm suddenly regretting joining forces with Yunho." If Yangyang wasn't awake before, he certainly was now. "Didn't you two date already?!"

"This is different!" You pushed him away now and Yangyang exaggeratedly collapses on the stylist's chair.

"How?!"

"You wouldn't understand," you waved your hand.

"Not-So-Secret Admirer, huh?" Mark reads the message and smiles. "Glad to know that you and Seonghwa are good again," he says. "I'm serious! You look happier already!"

"Told you it wasn't from Red," you teased. Yangyang just rolled his eyes.

"Sorry I'm late!" Kyungjae walks in, brushing his hair back with his hand and holding a makeup caboodle in the other.

"Speak of the devil and he shall arrive," Yangyang mumbles. Mark, although he was sly about it, had a strange look in his eyes. Before you could say anything, he glues his eyes to his phone, focused on finding something and wandering to the side of the room.

"Oh, who are the flowers from?" Kyungjae asks.

"(Y/N), here, has a secret admirer," Jia explains. "And one with really good credit," she points at the florist's name on the card.

"A secret admirer, huh?" Kyungjae hums and moves the flowers aside.

"(Y/N), come here a sec," Mark waves you over, pointing to his phone with a smile. His idol smile, in particular. Your eyes had a hint of suspicion when you leaned on the wall next to him. He angles his screen so you could see it despite the privacy screen protector. It was a picture of Seonghwa.

"What about him?" You ask.

"I was wondering why Red's jacket looked familiar," Mark whispers. You look between the picture and Kyungjae.

"Holy shit..." you gasped softly. "Same thing happened with Daniel..." you explained.

"Last stage, everyone! Let's do our best!" The producer announces.

"We'll talk about this later," you nodded your head and Mark silently agreed. You take your seat on the stylist's chair, your shoulders immediately tensing when Kyungjae rests both of his hands on the back of it.

"Kyungjae, you're with me today!" Hana says, calling him over before he could place the box down next to you. You let out a subtle sigh of relief.

"Oh, sure! Okay!" He walks over to her. You didn't really realize it until Mark said it, but when you really looked at him, you noticed he styled his hair rather differently today too, a very interesting style that was the trademark of a certain Not-So-Secret admirer. Suddenly, your hands felt clammy.

Creepy.

"Hey, relax your shoulders, you'll cramp up before the stage," Jia says, massaging them gently, she leans down next to your ear. "We got notice of your complaint, it's being investigated right now," Jia whispers. "Until then we'll keep him as far away from you as we can," she finishes.

"Thank you, I'm sorry for the inconvenience," you nodded, keeping your eyes forward to avoid suspicion.

"Inconvenience? You're our friend, (Y/N), he's replaceable," Jia shakes her head, continuing her work.

Once you were all dressed and ready, you took the liberty of stepping out first, nearly colliding with one of the MCs. He stared at you with wide eyes, his jaw moving ever so slightly as if he wanted to say something but no words came out.

"Uh... hello," you smiled. "Sunghoon, right?"

"Uh... huh..." he nods his head slowly. You really just read his mic. "Uh... (Y/N)? From... ANiMA?" He speaks slowly.

"Yeah, that's me," you look behind you, Yangyang just shrugged his shoulders.

"This is for you please take it," he suddenly rushes his words shoving a piece of paper in your hands and dashing off.

"Sunghoon! Sunghoon! We're supposed to escort them to the stage, where are you going?!" Wonyoung runs to catch up to NCThree and stops next to you. "I'm so sorry about him," she shakes her head. "He's been jittery since that guy from TXT dropped by," she crosses her arms.

"TXT? As in Tomorrow by Together?" You looked down at the paper in your hand.

"Yeah, he told him to do something, or whatever," she sighs. "Oh well, I'll take you over to the stage instead, we'll do our interview, film the song, and all's well," she explains. You unfolded the paper just slightly, not wanting to read the message in full until you could do so privately, but as soon as you saw what looked like the start of a string of numbers you shut it, folding it again and putting it in your pocket.

This, as you should've expected, didn't go unnoticed to the unnaturally observant man behind you, who watched you put it away. He looked at Mark, who was too engrossed in conversation with Wonyoung to have noticed. Not that it was any of his business, but he vaguely remembered seeing you talk to someone from TXT, that whole night was fuzzy, he didn't remember who it was, and for all he knew you could've been talking to another member of ATEEZ and he was just too drunk to put it together, but he couldn't shake the strange feeling in his chest.

"Here we are! Let's start filming," Wonyoung gestures toward your spots on the stage. Sunghoon tensed as soon as he saw you, stepping aside to leave a good distance between you and him, a gap wide enough that Mark ended up standing between you two anyway. Huh, strange.

Earlier

"Sunghoon! Hey," Yeonjun shook the iced coffee in his hand, giving it to the young MC.

"Hyung! What's up?" Sunghoon smiles and Yeonjun wraps an arm around his shoulders.

"Hey, I heard from Heesung that a certain NCT unit is filming today, right?"

"Yeah! NCThree! I'm a huge fan, especially (Y/N)! She seems so nice," Sunghoon smiles.

"That's good, hey, I need you to do me a favor, hand her this for me," he hands Sunghoon a paper. Sunghoon unfolds it, Yeonjun not saying anything to protest. The younger boy skims through it and stops in his tracks.

"Is this... is this a good idea, hyung?" He asks. "I don't know, it's just, you know... she's already been in enough scandals," Sunghoon mutters, clearly concerned more for you than the boy next to him. It was true, you'd been scrutinized by the media for a while now, and he really was concerned about your wellbeing, he didn't even know you at all, but any idol would sympathize with your position.

"Scandal? And what makes you think this would cause a scandal?" He asks.

"Uh... sorry, I didn't mean to imply," Sunghoon shakes his head. "You know what, it's fine! It's fine! I'll hand this to her for you," he says before Yeonjun could continue.

"Nice! Thanks, Sunghoon, I really appreciate it," he nods. "Don't drink that too fast, you'll get jitters," he waves his hand and is off. Sunghoon opens the paper again.

'Hey, we didn't get much a chance to talk when we ran into each other last, give me a call - Yeonjun' Followed by his phone number.

You read through the message over and over again, finally settled into the van after a hard day and on your way to your aunt's shop.

"Are you going to text him?" Mark asks.

"I mean... I feel like it would be rude not to," you shrugged. "He went through the trouble of handing it to Sunghoon and all." Is this a thing you're supposed to talk to Seonghwa about? Well... it's not like you're together, not officially at least.

"Maybe he doesn't mean anything romantic about it, could just be a friendly thing, right?" Mark asks. Yangyang leans over and reads the note.

"Where's the harm? You need more friends anyway," he pokes your side.

"You're the one to talk!" You jabbed back. "Fine! Yeah, I'll text him later," you shrug. He did seem like a nice enough person anyway.

Speaking of texting, you pressed on Seonghwa's contact.

"Oh god, she's doing it again," Yangyang deadpans, your hand gripped around his arm and shaking him slightly. "Shake Mark!!"

"Mark has delicate skin," you muttered, still focused on your screen.

"And I don't?!"

"No." Mark, meanwhile, was lulling off to sleep again. Yangyang catches a glance of the screen, plucking it from your hands with one swift movement. "Hey!" You reach to grab it but he holds it just out of reach, typing in a message for himself and pushing you away in the process. "Yangyang I swear to god if you type in something stupid I'm posting the video of your drunk version of A Whole New World."

"I'm not, I'm not," he reassures you.

"Yangyang!"

"I'm not saying anything dumb, I promise!" He laughs, deleting the messages he just sent. "Honestly, I'd text him myself, but after the dorm-fiasco I deleted his contact out of bestie solidarity," he says. He opens your camera and takes a few random selfies to cover it up.

"Give it back!" He slides your phone back into your hands. "Oh..." you scroll through the messages, not seeing anything.

"Sorry, the lighting was just too good and your phone has the best camera," he says.

"Huh?" You open your photo library. "Oh my god, you dork," you laugh. Yangyang smiles and stretches his arms behind his head.

"Yeah..." he answers. "Well, I'm hungry," he announces. "I could eat, like, five of those beef noodle bowls," he exaggerates.

"Same! I'm starving," you added.

"I'll take anything at this point," Mark yawns. "Wake me up when we get there."

"Me too, Yang, you're on watch," you leaned against the headrest.

"Sure, yeah," he slides both of his AirPods in and you shut your eyes.

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𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐝 - Cherry's Harvesting ending letter

Hello, my lovely people! Cherry here.

It’s with great pleasure — and relief, in my humble honesty — to announce that the “Cherry’s Harvesting” event made to celebrate 100 followers is over. This all began on June 3th but, due to some complications in real life that comes and goes, the event inevitably extended to the beginning of September.

Which was good, actually. You all got time to submit your lovely and amazing ideas to me and I had the time to sit and work through all of them. Some I couldn’t do, some I had to delay, but it was good anyways. And look at you! I watched this blog slowly grow into 100 followers and then… overflow with almost 830 people until now.

That was a surprise right there. I got scared that I would have to go from one celebrating event to another in so little time but I’ll have other things for 1k followers, don’t worry. But let me give a special first thank you for all of you <3

Holding this event was a unique experience. First of all, it made me understand why most authors set a date for their requests and not a specific number — I always asked myself why that, now I kinda get it. Not that I have come up with a perfect method for this, I will certainly try the other way next time just to see how it wents.

My nitpick with this is because I was planning for this being a, maybe, short event. “Short event with 50 requests? Are you crazy?” Yes, and a little bit ingenuous. It was my first event after all.

But maybe it was for the best that this event got so extended over the months. I had the chance to meet new fun and cool people, receive interesting ideas and, not only exercise, but also develop my writing abilities. If you read closely, the first requests aren’t exactly similar to the final ones just as the mid-ones.

We had a few scenario requests which I’ll gladly highlight because, even though I promised short scenarios, they were long to write — especially the last ones.

Starting with “Give Me Your Real Smile” (Azul, 1962 words), simple, funny, cute. “Part of Your World” (octatrio, +800 words each), they’re lovely to make, especially with the Finding Nemo ambience sounds I found. “You Got Riddle-rolled” (Riddle, 1520 words), funny and cute as our short angry king. “Once Upon a Song” (Malleus, 2520 words), it was kinda hard in the beginning to make, I had to do some revisions and such, but turned out pretty good.

“Tsum-dere” (Riddle, Jamil & Malleus, 550 words each), the beginning is deep and by the end of each one, I felt like I was high. “Flustered Beauty” (Silver, 1,4k words) was absolutely fun to write and think about! “Paint Me Your Dream” (Sebek, 2,4k words), it opened my eyes to the possibility that I can simp for Sebek more than I thought I could. “Secret Admirer’s Wish” (Jamil, 2,2k words), what an absolutely lovely story to make. I love it with all my heart!

“I Wonder For You” (Silver, 2,7k words) was the longest story I made until late-August. It was difficult in the beginning, but by the mid-part, I wrote all in one go. Then, Idia looked at Silver and said “pff, noob”. “Winter Melts Into Spring” (Idia, 6,6k words). That’s it, that’s the sentence.

Talking about writing, some of you may had watch me go into a decent of madness in the first weeks about how I couldn’t write headcanons properly — at least, like most people in the fandom writes them — and the actually few requests that I can say are closer to something “proper, normal” is “Crazy Little Thing About Love” (short trio) and “Fighting High and Low” (Floyd & Leona) because they have simpler plots.

One may say that I’m wrong and the style of combining narration in bullet points is what I did the entire event. And I’m not so frustrated about this now, which is good.

The practice of writing something — be what it be — is a great exercise in general. I’ve learned a lot of things and most importantly, I discovered my own headcanon style. I’m not new to the world of writing but I only tried a few of these before, maybe even started in a format that everyone did but slowly developed into something more.

Something me. Something Cherry.

I started to use this blog more in December, I don’t remember now why. Before, I was nothing more than a ghost here and now, I understand what I want to do: doing my things my way. I do memes, I make some commentary, I react to cards, read and write fanfiction. I had the chance to meet other fandom writers and I’m forever grateful for this blessing.

I’ll use the chance to also say that I will answer to all people who reblogged or commented on my event posts. I didn’t do it before because I wanted to finish the event and reply all in one go. Again, experimenting in the perspective of this being my first writing event.

For now, I’ll take some time to rest a little from writing requests — I received two after-close event and some are a special bit of characters that I couldn’t write on the event because of character-limit — and maybe get the chance to read some more fanfics. I need to start losing my shame — or how old people in my land would say, “lose my wood-face” — and actually reblog more of what I read.

My ask box is open for headcanon commentary and sharing. We have two big series until now: “MC Clothe Saga” and “Courting Customs” (I made a whole list of headcanons now + other masterlists I'll add on my new welcome). And I want some more! I’ll make some occasional theme changes since it’s the end of harvest season for me and I actually invite you to ask me whatever you want about the Cherry’s Harvesting.

Maybe why this name or something about my writing you found interesting, things like that. Let’s interact more. Sincerely, the reasons I love so much characters like Jack, Silver and Idia for example is because I’m very reserved but what I need is actually a chance of opportunity.

So, don’t be afraid to talk to me. I’ll not bite! Maybe I can’t answer something, this can happen, but in general, I’m like a cat. Grumpy at first sight but can be warmed up with enough food and care.

In conclusion, I just want to thank all of you who read my stories, requested, commented, liked, reblogged and all of the support you have been giving me the past months. The number of times I laughed with myself at seeing your opinions, your comments and everything cute and funny you said about my stories, isn’t easy to calculate.

You make me a very happy writer and I hope we can meet again in the future. But, please, if you can, stick with me even past this autumn. Let’s drink hot chocolate in the winter, pick cherry blossoms in the spring, eat cherries in the summer and have a spooky talk in autumn and so on.

Thank you for everything. Hope you have a lovely day, an amazing week, an awesome month and a great end of the year that comes close. Cheers!

with love,

italoniponic aka Cherry

[Cherry's Harvesting masterlist]

#twisted wonderland #twst imagines #twst headcanons #twst x reader #cherry's harvesting #ending event letter #cherry's mumbling #cherry's mumbling about twst

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unfinished Voidstrike Organized Crime AU fic

I started this ages ago and really like the ideas here but have finally admitted to myself that I’m never actually going to finish this. Wraith and Bangalore are cleaners for some kind of organized crime family and are perhaps more than co-workers.

"Come on Aiden, watch your head." Bangalore put a hand on the back of the man's head and pushed him down into the backseat of her car. Once he was in, she slammed the door shut behind him, rolled her eyes, and got in the driver's seat. She stuck the keys in the ignition and got the engine started. She glanced up into the rear view mirror and caught sight of Wraith as she closed the car's trunk and came around to the passenger's side.

"We good to go?" Bangalore asked once Wraith got buckled in.

"Yeah, all good." Wraith replied.

"Wait!" The man in the backseat cried out. Both women turned around and looked at him through the gap between the front seats. He opened his mouth to speak but froze when Wraith put a hand up.

"I know what you're thinking, Aiden. 'Maybe if I plead my case they'll let me go' or 'maybe if I compliment them on how beautiful they're looking today, they'll hear me out'" She paused to watch his face for a moment. She could tell that he had cooked up some line like that. They always did.

"Well, we won't do anything like that." Wraith continued. "We've got a job to do and, unlike you, we aren't going to fuck this up. So sit there and do us all a favor and shut up." She opened up the glovebox and pulled put a ballgag. "Otherwise we'll have to use this and I don't think any of us want that."

Aiden didn't say anything but he didn't look as deterred as Wraith had hoped.

"Alternatively, I can knock a few teeth out." Banglore said. "But I'd really rather not because I don't want you bleeding all over my back seat."

Aiden slumped down in his seat, defeated. He twisted the ropes that bound his wrists together, more out of discomfort than any actual attempt to get free.

"Good choice." Both women turned back around and Bangalore put the car into drive. The trio rode in silence for a few minutes before Banglore glanced over at her partner. They didn't usually talk much during jobs like these but Wraith still seemed unusually quiet. When she stopped the car at a red light, Bangalore spoke up.

"Something on your mind?"

"I-" Aiden tried to speak up.

"Not you" both women answered in unison.

"Lately I've been thinking... about the future." Wraith said after a long pause. She kept her gaze locked out the window at the pedestrians that were waiting for the crosswalk signal to change.

"Yeah?" Bangalore didn't like the sound of Wraith's voice. She sounded... done. She usually had a quiet confidence in her voice. Most people couldn't hear it. It had taken Bangalore a while but they'd been working together for so long that it was hard for not to hear it now. But in this moment it was gone.

"It's just... I was thinking about cashing out. Packing up and buying a lttle place out in the middle of nowhere."

Bangalore closed her eyes and muttered a 'god dammit' under her breath. She tapped the steering wheel while she thought about what to say.

"Green." Came a meek voice from the back seat. Bangalore glanced at the traffic light, then at Aiden in the rearview mirror, frowned, and gently pushed on the gas. Bangalore knew what she had to say but it took her another half a block to work up the nerve to actually say it.

"Wraith. You know better than that. We don’t get that. Not in our line of work." Wraith was the one to let out an exasperated sigh this time.

"How long have we been doing this, Bang? Fifteen fucking years." She paused to let the number sink it. They’d been cleaners for a long time now and they both knew it. A lot of blood on their hands. A lot of problems solved for a lot of people. "That's longer than anyone else who's worked for the boss, right? I figure that's gotta be worth something."

"Don't be so naive, Wraith. People like us don't get 'retirement', we know about way too many skeletons in way too many closets. And-"

"Yeah and those skeletons are in my closet too! I wouldn't rat anybody out because I'd go down too!" Wraith finally looked back over to Bangalore who glanced over at her before putting her eyes back on the road.

"Don't say that shit, Wraith. You know that isn't how this works!" Bangalore pounded a hand on the steering wheel for emphasis. "You can't just leave. They'll consider you a risk! You wanna buy a farm upstate? The boss'll help you buy a farm! A fucking bullet to the brain for your down payment!"

"Whatever." Wraith looked back out the window at the various office buildings they passed by.

"Just... don't say that shit to anyone else. You can trust me but..." Bangalore gestured vaguely instead of finishing the thought. She didn't need to finish it because they both knew she was right. If Wraith talked like that to anyone else in the family, she'd be in hot water before the day was over.

After that the drive was enveloped by an awkward silence. They both knew that Bangalore was right and that neither of them wanted her to be right. So it was easier to drop it and stay focused on the job at hand instead. They made their way past all the office buildings and storefronts to the industrial district and Bangalore eventually pulled them up to a loading dock around the back of a non-descript warehouse nestled amongst a dozen other non-descript warehouses.

"Alright, Aiden, welcome to your new home." Bangalore said as she put the car into park. She gave a little wave to a pair of very unfriendly looking men that rolled open the door on the loading dock nearest to the car. Bangalore got out first, walked over to the men, shook hands with one of them and started to talk with them a bit. Wraith opened up the door for Aiden and pulled him out of the back seat. She grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and pulled him in close.

"My advice is to just cooperate with them. You cost the boss a <i>lot</i> of money and she wants it back. Give her what she wants and it'll be over quick." She kept a firm hand on his shoulder as she walked Aiden over to the others. They handed him over to the taller and stronger of the two men and chatted with the other man for a few minutes. He was a fan of the same football team as Bangalore and since Wraith never watched sports, it was one of Bang's few opportunities to bemoan terrible management decisions during work hours. After they finished griping about a terrible trade, Bangalore and Wraith got back in the car. Bangalore paused for a moment before she got going again.

"I don't want to ever have to drop you off here, okay? They do terrible shit here and..." she sighed. "And I wouldn't want that for you." she finished softly. She and Wraith made eye contact for a moment but Wraith quickly broke it.

"Yeah, okay, I get it." said quietly.

Bangalore wasn't confident that she really did get it but she dropped it anyway. She drove Wraith back to her apartment and dropped her off. Their work was done for the day.

-----

A few days later, Bangalore got called in for two more jobs. So, early one morning, she pulled up outside of Wraith's apartment and mere moments after her car rolled to a halt, the door was open and Wraith climbed in.

"Hey. They gave you all the details, right?" Bangalore asked as Wraith buckled herself in.

"Yeah, they said you've already got her?"

-anita picks up wraith. says she already picked up the woman, they just have to get rid of her now -wraith asks if she can stop to get breakfast. anita agrees, takes her to her fav place. thinks about going in with her but doesn't. knows she should have because of what her job is today. but wraith comes back even though anita assumes she knows what's going on --wraith got herself some fancy tea and a pastry and got a coffee for anita without even having to ask about it -'it's gonna be a longer drive, we gotta go a ways out of town' --long pondering drive. anita is nervous/uneasy and thinks the plan is a bad idea. wraith is practically asleep/unaware -eventually reach an abandoned gas station way outside of town -anita pulls a bag out of the backseat and tosses it to wraith. it has a change of clothes in it. anita tells wraith to get changed and that there's a set of keys in one pocket. -anita isn't going to kill wraith like she's been told to, she's got a plan to get her out instead. --she also is supposed to get rid of a woman who turned out to be a snitch/spy for a rival family. luckily, she's same height/build/hair color as wraith. so she'll bash the face in until she's unrecognizable and say that wraith got too rowdy ---for part of this plan, anita tells wraith to punch her to make it look like they really had a fight. wraith sucker punchers her in the gut. "no you asshole" and then wraith punches her in the face. anita almost reflexively hits back but doesn't --has a car prepared in the gas station's garage for wraith to get out of here --says there's a bag of cash in the trunk with notes for a dead drop in a week where she'll bring more --asks wraith if there's anything in her apartment she wants because she has to go toss it in case she was hiding anything or whatever --wraith is surprised that anita is taking this big a risk --anita says the risk is worth it to keep wraith alive/safe -after they prep the dead body and put it back in anita's trunk, they have one last talk. anita says she's been told to toss wraith's apartment and asks if there's anything special she wants her to keep/bring out to her. wraith says she wants ???. they agree to meet back here a week later -when they meet back up, anita gives wraith the stuff. wraith says she's not so sure about leaving without anita. -i don't know how to end this

I had considered another scene in the middle here where they meet their boss (Loba) and she does some fun menacing to let them know that she heard about Wraith’s desire to get out and to try and convince her to stay (without anyone every actually talking about it directly, of course). But I decided it’d be weird to go straight from that to “Anita’s been asked to kill Wraith” and couldn’t think of something good to fit between them.

#apex legends #voidstrike #fanfic #fic ideas free to a good home

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