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[msgexymunson]

Rumour

Description: you share with Eddie, your older neighbour, the rumours you've heard about him. They might not be all fictitious...

Warnings: smutty smutty smut smut, lotta angst, tiny fluff. NSFW, Minors DNI I will whack you with a dinner plate, Eddie is mid 30s, tattoo artist, dom, reader uses sher/her pronouns, sub, fem! Oral receiving, praise kink, potential for Sir kink, a tiny bit of penis handling, p in v unprotected sex (wrap it folks) genital and tongue piercings.

A/N: well, this thought gripped to the inside of my thighs and refused to let go. I had to share it with you before I started humping my furniture. Have fun. Again I'm English so I try with the Americanisms, anything I got wrong soz babe. BTW ST 4pt2 never happened soz babycakes ❤ Reblogs are what keep me alive FR. They keep Tumblr alive (and my own heart beating)! If you want more smut reblog my stuff. I'll love you forever, promise.❤

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Walking back to your ground floor apartment after your shift, your feet aching, you spot your neighbour sitting on a lawn chair in the courtyard smoking a cigarette. Your incredibly hot, older neighbour. Mr Munson.

The neighbour that sends shivers up your spine at the mere mention of him. The neighbour that you think about at night when you're in bed, all alone.

No doubt about it, he looked both hot and intimidating. Not that you would care to admit but that was entirely your type. Mid thirties, broad shouldered, and appeared to be as confident as a wolf, and about as self assured. He reminded you of one; gruff looking, proud, stalking around, making you feel like prey.

He looked particularly jaw dropping tonight in a black button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up; part of his muscular arms were on display, covered in countless tattoos. You've heard that he works in one of the tattoo shops down town. In fact you've heard a lot about him, but that was one rumour that you actually believed.

Elbows resting on his knees, his messy hair fell in waves just brushing his shoulders, full lips taking a drag on a rolled cigarette. Peeking out of his shirt collar, between the waves of hair, you can see a skull like tattoo on the side of his neck.

Is that new? Oh God, he's so hot. Okay just walk past, act normal.

You saunter past him with as much confidence as you could muster.

"Hey Mr Munson." You nod in his direction, trying to stop your voice quaking, fumbling for your keys.

"Hey sweet thing. You good?"

Jesus, does he really need to call me that?

The nickname travels to the pit of your stomach making you squirm hotly.

"Yeah sir, just a long shift at the bar. Idiots tonight, you know?"

Mr Munson shifts in his chair taking a sudden breath in.

"Shit sweetheart, sorry to hear that. Wanna talk about it?"

Well, it couldn't hurt, right?

You flop down in the chair bedside him, gesturing for a drag on his cigarette.

"Can I?"

He smiles wickedly and puts his roll up to your mouth. The roughness of his fingertips brushes on your lips making you clench, almost rucking your hips up, albeit briefly. You hope he doesn't notice. Of course he does.

Taking half a hit you realise that it's not a fucking cigarette, it's a blunt. It's not like you'd never tried anything like that but it was  certainly not what you were expecting. The heavy, sweet, herb feeling lays on your tongue. Eyes wide you breathe out, coughing slightly much to his amusement.

He holds it out at you so you can take a proper hit. Sucking at the blunt so you can take it all in, your lips brush against his calloused hands, adorned with rings.

Breathing out, you gaze at him. His smile splits his face wide open, thick tongue rolling to a point, licking across his upper lip in a teasing manner. You cannot help but focus on the tongue stud pierced right through the middle of the muscle, a long stainless steel bar penetrating his whole tongue. You had certainly never noticed it before. It's presence made you wet, sticking between your thighs at the sheer thought of what he could do with it.

"Something on your mind pretty girl?" A cocky side grin plastered across his handsome features.

Shit, I was totally staring.

Blushing, you look away and try to change the subject.

"You know, you should really warn a girl before she takes a hit of a blunt."

He laughs deep in his throat. "I thought you knew! So, why was today so terrible?"

"Just customers thinking that I'm nice to them because I want them, not because it's literally my fuckin' job. Couple dudes tried to hit on me, one of them grabbed my ass." You sigh into the night air.

"Shit, I hope you taught him a lesson."

"Of course, hit him on the head with my tray."

He laughs out loud at that, throwing his head back. You gawp at his neck, sexy stubble running down past his Adam's apple. Turning his head towards you, he flashes his teeth.

"Didn't know you had it in you. Good girl."

Holy shit.

Your whole lower body clenches at his words of praise as you take in a shaky breath. The apples of your cheeks are on fire. Mr Munson gives you a knowing look, eyes glittering darkly.

You stand up on slightly unsure legs.

"Okay I'm- I'm gonna have a shower. See you around Mr Munson."

You fumble for your keys. Turning to your door you hear a gravelly voice behind you.

"Eddie. Call me Eddie."

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A few nights later and your surrounded by the rough brick interior of the bar, busy wiping down sticky tables. There's only half an hour until closing; half an hour and you can go home and rest. It's pretty empty tonight, just three regulars dotted around in the semi dark, nursing their drinks.

You haven't been able to get your latest encounter with Mr Munson, sorry, Eddie, off your mind. You liked to think you were a strong independent woman. You were 22 after all; having had to live on your own since you were 18, life hadn't exactly been kind. You had to be strong to survive. So why exactly was it that a few moments with Eddie had turned you into a blushing, giggling school girl? He had disarmed you with a few words and a rough grin and now you couldn't stop thinking of him. All he had done was call you a good girl and you turned into one. A simpering mess.

Doing a final sweep for glasses, you make your way back behind the bar just as the door opens and a brisk breeze blows in.

Oh fuck its him.

You see his broad frame silhouetted in the doorway for a moment, leather jacket hanging open. His wild mane is in a low messy bun for once, tendrils of loose hair moving in the wind. He stalks over to you and you feel your breath hitch in your throat. Dark eyes finding yours, he leans against the bar on one elbow, towering over you.

Plastering your customer service mask across your face; social armour to hide the nerves, you smile at him.

"Well good evening sir, what can I get ya?"

He grins at you devilishly, biting his lip, like he wants to devour you whole.

"What did I tell you? Call me Eddie."

"Sorry Eddie."

"Good girl. I'll have a bourbon, please."

Only just realising your mouth is hanging open, you slam it shut, cheeks burning. He looks at you smugly, like he's just proven a theory. Your body goes on autopilot, grabbing a glass, adding ice, measuring bourbon.

When you hand his drink over he slides over a twenty dollar bill.

"Keep the change."

You blink at him. "I couldn't, it's too much-"

"Then have a drink on me. I just finished a piece and got paid today. I'm celebrating."

You wouldn't usually, but you're on your own and it's nearly closing. Fuck it.

You pour yourself a bourbon, adding a dash of soda water to yours and take a sip. Eddie beams at you.

"Well thank you." You smile back at him, losing yourself in those dark brown eyes of his, watching the way the skin crinkles at the corners when he grins.

He sticks the ball of his tongue piercing out, rolling it between his lips as he stares at you. It seems like a subconscious movement, you're not sure he's aware that he's doing it.

"Why do you have that?" You blurt out, word vomit pouring off your tongue.

"Have what, pretty girl?" You're staring at his mouth, and he understands, sticking his tongue out at you.

"Thith?" He lisps at you, still poking his tongue out. Giggling, you nod.

His hand drops to the bar, thumb reaching out, stroking back and forth over the knuckles on the back of your hand. An involuntary shiver creeps down your spine at the touch of his rough skin.

"Oh, sweet thing. I think you know exactly what it's for."

His eyes are deep pools, inviting you in. Your thighs clench at his words, biting your lip.

"Oh."

He smirks at you, humming. You pull your hand away, looking at the time.

"Er, just a sec."

You move away slightly and shout out last call. Two of the patrons leave; the other walks over to the bar, slight stagger to his step. Serving him a final Scotch, he pounds it back and walks outside.

It's just you and Eddie. All alone.

"I've got to, um, finish closing up."

"I'll give you a ride if you'll have another drink with me."

You open your mouth. Then close it.

He pouts at you, looking at you with big doe eyes. "Please?"

Well fuck.

"Okay, just let me finish up."

You collect the rest of the glasses, wipe down the last of the sides and sort the nights takings, getting it all in the small safe in the back room.

After locking the front door you return, hang your bar apron up and pour the drinks. Eddie gestures for you to join him on the bar stool next to his. You perch on it lightly; he reaches for his wallet but you wave it away.

"No, I've already done the takings, this ones on me. For the ride, you know."

He shrugs, returning the wallet to his back pocket.

"So" you say, taking a sip of your drink, "you said you finished a piece. You're a tattoo artist, right?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Thought so, I heard a rumour."

"Rumour, eh? What else you heard?" Eyes glittering, he took a mouthful of bourbon.

You giggle "Hmm, well, I heard you were some Satanic cult leader in high school-"

He waved that off, "oh that's so old. If playing D&D is satanic then I'm the devil himself." He sticks his tongue out again, creating little horns with his fingers on his forehead.

You laugh at that, starting to finally feel at ease in his company. The bourbon helped.

"Someone said you sacrificed a goat in the woods once."

He nearly spits his drink at that one. "Now that's more like it, even I've not heard that one. Got any more?"

You blush, realising you've only heard one more.

"I heard you had... other piercings." You mumble, not wanting to say it too loud despite the lack of company.

"What other piercings?" He eyes never leave yours as he finishes his drink.

You're sure it's not normal to have so much blood in your cheeks. You can hear the blood swooshing in your ears. Finishing your own drink for courage, you gaze down at your hands in your lap.

"I heard you have a pierced..."

"Dick?" He ducks his head, trying to catch your eye again, cheeky smile on his face.

"Yeah." Your whole body feels hot and small under his gaze.

He just smirks at you and shrugs.

Is that a no? A yes? Now I'm dying to know!

He winks at your obvious frustration and says "come on I'll take you home."

********************

The ride home in Eddie's Mustang is uneventful. A little small talk is shared, but mostly you're staring out the window, trying to catch glimpses of him when he wasn't looking, eyes wandering to his crotch.

Pretty soon he was dropping you off at your front door, hand leaning on the door frame, crowding into your personal space. Just breathing the same air as him felt suffocating in the best way.

"Well, goodnight then sweet thing." He winks at you, glancing at your lips. For a split second you think he's going to kiss you, but he breaks away and turns to leave.

"Do you wanna come in?" Shit did I just say that out loud?

"You sure?"

You nod and he throws you a wolfish grin. You've never felt so much like a lamb in your entire life. You may as well baa at this point.

You lead him into your tiny apartment, gesturing for him to take a seat on the couch, turning on a couple of dim lamps as you go. He flops down, manspreading, large hand resting on his knee.

"You want another drink? I've got bourbon but no ice I'm afraid."

"Sure thing sweets." He responds whilst slipping his jacket off, placing it on a nearby chair.

"You mind if I smoke? Just a cigarette, promise."

You smile at the reference, "sure, there's an ashtray just there."

He pulls out a pre rolled smoke, lighting it and taking a few drags.

When you've poured the drinks you make your way to the other side of the couch, placing the glasses on the coffee table. He offers his cigarette to you. As you nod, he shifts closer, holding it to your lips. You take a couple of drags, relishing the feel of his fingers on your mouth. Every time your skin touches his it sends a flutter through your nerves.

You watch him take a sip of his drink, seeing him press that perfect bottom lip to the glass. He drinks and puts the glass down. Not even looking your way, he says "something you wanna share, pretty girl?"

"Do you? Is it?" You say doltishly. Well done, real eloquent.

"You really wanna know, huh?"

"Yes!" You say loudly, bourbon well and truly in the drivers seat for that one.

He laughs and looks at you dead in the eye, another chance to make you squirm.

"Yes."

Gaping at him for a few seconds, your brain and mouth finally connect.

"Do you- did it hurt? What's it look like? What kinda-"

Stopping you mid babble with a wave of his hand, he simply asks, "you wanna see it?"

Brain short circuiting, you merely stare at him dumbfounded. You nod, curiosity well and truly getting the best of you.

He stands up and undoes his belt, sound echoing through the apartment. Your gaze is fixated on his large hands as they deftly unbutton his jeans. A glimpse of a tattoo teases you on his lower abdomen. His happy trail is peeking out, leading to the large thatch of hair that snakes down to his manhood. You swallow hard.

He slowly pulls his boxers down and you scoot closer to have a look. It emerges from the fabric, to your surprise half hard.

You gape at it. You've seen dicks before. A handful. And they are just that, a handful. This is more than a handful. You think you'd struggle to get your hand around his. The girth of it was truly intimidating. It certainly looked long too, and that was at half mast.

The end of it was pink and rounded, and the piercing went through the slit at the top, down to the underside of the tip. The piercing was thicker than you imagined, a curved bar with thick steel balls on either end. You never thought you would be into this sort of thing, but just looking at it made you think about what it felt like. What it tasted like. You wet your lips and continue to stare.

On instinct, your hand reaches out. You only notice when it meets the roughness of his jeans, touching ever so closely to his exposed member.

You look up at Eddie's face. He's looking right back at you sinfully.

"Did it hurt?"

"Not as much as you'd think. Ached like a bitch the first time I got a boner though."

You giggle, staring at it again.

"Can I touch it?" What the hell. It just slipped out, unbidden. You see his dick twitch at the thought.

Eddie chuckles darkly. "Did you seriously just ask if you-"

"Sorry that was dumb of me-"

"Sure you can sweet thing."

Before your mind can even comprehend what's happening, your hand shoots forward with sudden bravery, reaching out to hold it. You inspect the tip, looking at the piercing, feeling his hardness grow under your delicate touch. Inquisitively you rub the jewellery with your thumb, inadvertently smoothing the pad of your thumb over his tip in the process. Eddie hisses through his teeth.

"I'm sorry, did that hurt?"

"No," Eddie manages through gritted teeth, "just felt really fuckin' good."

Oh.

You back off, moving your hands from his piercing and placing them in your lap. He tucks himself away again, doing up his jeans, subconsciously palming his length.

"Well? What do you think?" He sits on the couch next to you, denim clad knee touching yours.

"It's really big Eddie."

He laughs, throwing his arm over the back of the sofa.

"You talkin' about the piercing or my dick?"

"Both." You couldn't help it. It had to be said. It was true. You knock your drink back, feeling entirely too sober for this conversation.

Eddie's mouth splits into a lazy smug smile. Finishing his own drink, he turns to you, eyes roaming over your body.

"So, do I get a turn now sweet thing?"

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion. "At what?"

Well, you got to touch me. Can I touch you?"

Your eyes widen at his brazen attitude, but you'd be lying if you said this wasn't the reason you had invited him in in the first place. The very air around you feels heavy, hot with anticipation.

"Ok."

You stand up shakily, mirroring his movements from earlier, unsure hands unbuttoning your jeans. Eddie's eyes travel down to your core, predatory gaze shamelessly wandering over you. Your jeans are a little big, slipping straight to your ankles when they're undone. You kick them off and away. Standing there in your tank top and tiny white panties you've never felt so exposed in your life.

Eddie stands up for a second looking down at you, eyes shining with mischief. He winks, and drops to his knees between the couch and the coffee table, grabbing your hips and pulling you to face him.

Sizeable hands hovering over the hem of your underwear, he looks up at you. "Can I? Can I take these off?"

You nod, cheeks flaring with heat.

Eddie licks his lips, eyes never leaving your cunt. "I'm gonna need you to say it, sweet thing."

"Y-yes Eddie." You manage to stumble out.

"Atta girl."

He peels them off. They stick for a moment between your thighs, slick and heat pouring from your core. The tops of your thighs are already damp with expectancy. Your muscles clench, pressing together with angst. Eddie pries your thighs apart slightly, thumbs massaging calming circles into the flesh.

Eddie presses a kiss to your mound, stubble scratching the delicate skin ever so slightly.

"Eddie what are you doing?"

"You said I can touch you."

"Yeah, so why-"

Eddie's tongue pushes between your folds firmly, tongue bar flicking right over your clit.

The noise you make is nearly inhuman, breath knocked out of your lungs in shock. Your legs buckle at the knees, ass falling to the carpet. He takes the opportunity to wedge his head between your legs, your thighs pushed as wide as far as the narrow space allowed, stuck between the sofa and the table.

His stubble is burning the insides of your thighs, roughly rubbing against your soft skin. Eddie licks into you, pushing his tongue inside your hole. You feel the warm wetness of his thick tongue and the foreign bump of hard steel forcing shockwaves of pleasure into you. The moan he rips from you reverberates in your chest, full of want.

Eddie groans into you, tongue making it's way to your clit, running in dizzying circles. The feeling is almost too much as you buck up into him, writhing your back on the carpet.

"Oh my God, Eddie!"

You can practically feel him smirking against your dripping pussy, getting his large hands underneath your ass so he can push his face into you even further. His tongue is everywhere, eating you out messily, hungry for you. The occasional rub of steel sends your senses into overload, hips rutting shamelessly into his face.

He moves one hand from underneath you and pushes two fingers deep onto your cunt. You're on the verge of screaming, tears gathering in your eyes, overwhelmed with pleasure. The pressure of your desire collects in the pit of your stomach.

His fingers make you feel so full, reaching somewhere you've never been able to touch on your own. The rough sure movements of his hand so close to sending you over the edge, pussy grateful to have something to clench around.

"Eddie! Holy fuck." You cry out, an unsolicited tear spilling from your eye.

Eddie's mouth unlatches from your heat briefly.

"You gonna come, pretty girl? Come on, soak my face, that's my girl." And he's diving straight back in, tongue movements unmatched, strong fingers fucking into you. Desperate, filthy noises pour from your throat at the sudden onslaught.

Tensing up, you feel the unimaginable tight hot ball of desire suddenly drop. The feeling ignites through you like wildfire, coalescing into a burning, broken scream of his name.

Once you've chased your release as far as it could possibly take you, your back finally touches the floor again. Eddie moves away from you, sitting up, gazing at your fucked out form. Panting, flushing, sweating, you manage to look at him.

Eddie looks wild, feral, hair a mess, face covered and dripping with your slick. You can even see a wet shiny patch on his forehead. You giggle, dopey in your post orgasm haze.

"What? Have I got something on my face?" Eddie stares at you unblinking. You laugh loudly at that, pointing to where it was on his forehead. He laughs back and pulls his t shirt off, wiping his sticky face all over it before tossing it onto the sofa.

Your eyes go wide at the sight of him shirtless. Taunt, muscular frame, dark patch of hair covering his chest, matching the rough hair of his happy trail. He is littered with tattoos, some dark and bold, others lighter and faded. There's small patches of alabaster skin here and there. He's glistening, clearly having worked up a slight sweat just from the force of which he'd eaten you out. Muscles shining, catching the dim light.

He catches your lust filled stare and leans over you, caging your head with his strong arms.

"So, you wanna know why I've got the other piercing?" Sinful smirk turning his mouth up at the corners.

You crash your lips into his, throwing your arms around his neck. Desperate hands snake into his hair as you open your mouth to deepen the kiss. Eddie's kisses are messy but skilful, one hand moulding to the back of your head, pushing you towards him almost painfully. The need for each other is tangible, bodies colliding, rolling into one another. He sits up, pulling you along with him by the waist, tongue continuously dipping into your mouth. Finally, you break from the kiss just to breathe. It's like all the air has been sucked from the room and all you can breathe is Eddie.

He's kissing along your jaw line, down your neck; yearning, robust kisses. Heaving breaths are coming from each of you.

"Bedroom?' Eddie manages between heavy panting and pecks.

You gesture to the hall and he wastes no time in standing up, pulling you along with him, eliciting a surprised squeal from you. You wrap your legs around his waist, firm hands holding you steady, as he attempts to navigate your hallway whilst still kissing you.

Nearly tripping on your discarded jeans, he slams your back into the wall. You couldn't care less, tongue invading his mouth, pressing your naked heat against his solid bulge. His groans are so low they're almost growls, bearish and dominant. He takes the opportunity to press your form against the wall so he can pull your tank top over your head, eyes rolling back at your braless chest.

Finally, he carries you through your bedroom door, dropping you onto the bed. Unbuckling his belt and exposing himself to you for the second time today, this time he's taking his clothes off completely, standing in front of you naked in all his glory. Further tattoos cover his hairy legs, you see his thick thighs flexing. He gives you a ravening look; predacious in its delivery, with a smile that belies the lust in his eyes.

Quivering before him, he roughly widens your legs and slots his hips in between. You feel the hard shaft of his dick pressing against your slick folds, whimpering at the contact.

Hovering over you, one of his hands engulfs the side of your face, stroking down to your chin, holding you there. You stare at him open mouthed, consumed by the feeling of him rubbing up and down your wet pussy.

"You sure you want this, sweet thing?"

"Yes, Eddie please." Your voice doesn't sound like you, its smaller, meek. Your eyes plead with him.

Leaning in to you further, his hot breath whispers, deep voice on the shell of your ear. "Are you sure you can take it? Can you be a good girl for me?"

You moan loudly at him, small hands clasping at his biceps in desperation.

"Yes, please Eddie, I'll be so good for you!" You writhe underneath him.

He chuckles, biting his lip. "I knew you were into that. You got a condom?"

"No I'm on the pill, I need you, please."

"Holy shit." Eddie wastes no more time, rubbing his cock up against your entrance, strange feeling of the piercing hard against your slippery cunt.

He starts to push into you and your mouth falls open, no sound coming out. You grip his shoulders hard, trying so hard to take him. The stretch is intense. He's looking at you with concern, softer than he's ever looked at you.

"You gotta relax, my good girl, or its gonna hurt."

You nod, pupils blown, trying so hard not to clench around him. He bottoms out, the final push making you whimper.

Stroking your face, he gives you a moment to adjust.

"So fuckin' beautiful like this."

Your cheeks burn at the praise, lips enveloping his in a soft kiss.

He moves, pulling out almost all the way before pushing back in. Your eyes roll back at the feeling, a loud whine escaping from your lips. The burning feeling has been replaced with pure ecstasy. You're sure you can feel the steel of the piercing hitting that spot inside you.

Thrusting into you slowly a couple of times, you already feel pressure in your stomach, knots tied tight and begging to be released. The sensation tightens further, shoots of it flying down your legs and up your spine. You clench around him hard, moaning.

"Fuck Eddie I'm gonna cum, fuck." You pant out, eyes wide.

"Already? Shit you're gonna give me an ego."

"You already- oh God, fuck- you already have one."

He laughs loud and thrusts into you harder. Instantly you release, the ropes holding your stomach snapping. You come with a high pitched squeal of his name. You hear your wetness before you can feel it, a squelching noise resonating with each drive into your sopping cunt.

"Oh fuck, sweet thing, you squirted. Soaked me. You're- perfect" he groans. You keen at the praise.

Getting on his knees he pulls you bodily into him, slamming into you harder, hands digging at the flesh of your hips. You've never felt so full in your life, his cock piercing nudging your g spot with each thrust.

Eddie's grunting with effort, hair completely loose now, wild around his shoulders. Your fingernails bite into his flexing muscles leaving crescent moons in their wake.

"Shit, sweet thing, oh fuck."

Eddie pushes himself forcefully back on top of you, folding you in half, knees pressed against your stomach.

"Oh Eddie!"  It's just so overwhelming. You're full to the brim with him, satisfaction coating your insides, eyelids coated with emotion. Tears spring out the corners of your eyes, running down your temples. You're trembling, inundated with emotion and sensation.

"Hey, hey, you ok?" He slows.

"Yes fuck please Eddie don't fucking stop!"

Grinning wickedly he thrusts into you without restraint, slamming his hip bones into the flesh of your thighs, cock breaching you like nothing ever before.

Clamping down around him, your third orgasm is an ocean; wave after wave of sinful pleasure washing over the very fabric of your being, stripping you back to your bare components and leaving you breathless, sweating, and as exposed as a raw nerve. You babble, and cry, and whine his name, eyes tight shut, utterly taken by the moment.

Eddie's plunges into you start to falter. Feeling him twitching, becoming impossibly harder inside you he comes, spilling his seed deep into your cunt. The warm, rushing feeling just expands the length of your own release, waves finally ebbing and retreating.

Eddie pulls out from you, leaving you feeling emptier than ever before. He lies on his side next to you, thumb approaching to rub a stray tear from your cheek. You're both perspiring; glowing forms gasping for air.

Finally catching some semblance of breath, he strokes your cheek again, wide grin dissipating on his face.

"You ok pretty girl?"

"Yeah you could say that." You huffed a laugh, still trying to focus on how he'd made you feel.

"But you cried?" Its a question, but he looks concerned, hands attempting to comfort you.

"It was just, so much. Too good, you know." Taking in his smirk you say "don't you let that go to your head!"

"Bit fuckin' late for that" he laughs. "C'mere."

He gathers you up in his strong arms, holding you close, and kisses you on the forehead. The affection honestly takes you by surprise, expecting him to have bolted by this point, having got what he wanted.

"Can I level with you?"

Oh shit here we go.

"I've wanted to do that since you moved in." He grins at you.

"Oh, really?" You look up at him, surprised that he'd been feeling the same as you. "Well, same. You're really hot."

He laughs and strokes your back.

"You working tomorrow?"

"No, why? Are you?"

"No. I wanna take you out somewhere, if you want." He almost looks embarrassed. Almost.

"Are you asking me out on a date Mr Munson?" You smirk at him in disbelief.

"I mean, yeah, if you wanna. Unless you just wanted this to be a one time thing, I get it, I can just leave." There's a quaver to his voice. A weakness your not used to hearing.

You stare up at him. Cocky, confident Eddie Munson, was about as unsure as you were. You giggle.

"I'd love to go on a date with you." Smiling, you attempt to hide it into his inked chest.

"So, wanna take a shower?"

"Well" you say, leaning up on your elbow, "we could. Or..."

"Or what, sweet thing?" He rubs your arm, furrowing his brow.

"Or, we could do that again."

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[loveephia]

some of the HQ boys with a girlfriend who has fluffy cheeks. (kuroo, atsumu, kenma, oikawa, akaashi, sakusa.)

content: (🦷) tooth-rotting fluff, reader getting called some petnames, reader is annoyed by atsumu, you get compared to cute animals a bit.

⚠ warning/s: none.

part 1 | part 2

KUROO TETSURŌ

now kuroo's seen a lotta things

but your cheeks have got to be the most bizarre sight he's ever witnessed.

(in a good way, of course)

HE LOVES PINCHING THEM. HARD.

and whenever you ask him why he does it, he goes on a lengthy explanation about how cuteness aggression works

"kitten, it's because in response to positive experiences, some people express their feelings in a dimorphous manner, meaning they—"

gosh, you love this nerd

but pls shut him up with a little peck. he'll continue to ramble until the subject is about softshelled turtles or something.

ATSUMU MIYA

honestly, he never understood why people would gush over their s/o back then

it was always: "waaah! _____ is so cool!" or "_____ is the most beautiful girl ever.."

then, he got into a relationship with you

"your cheeks're so cute, darlin'." atsumu pokes one while you hiss at his statement. you can't stand people who comment about your cheeks!

oh, but atsumu thinks you're just like an angry little kitten

so with a childish smile, here he is stretching your cheeks like they're daifuku.

"hands off, miya."

"ouch, why are we on a last name basis now?!"

KENMA KOZUME

here is a visual representation of kenma when he finds out how fluffy your cheeks are:

thank you for coming to my ted talk.

i can imagine kenma's fingers being sore for playing video games hours on end, so a bit of pillow-like material your cheeks can help with the aching!

so here you are, looking at kenma with a dumbfounded smile, as he's still massaging your cheeks round and round in circles

"ken? what's this all about?"

fuee.. fuee..

"..nothing." he mumbles

okay, kenma. whatever makes you happy, i guess.

TŌRU OIKAWA

this man loves pda, so expect a lot of cheek kisses from him

he's all shameless about it too

which irritates you cuz you get shy very easily.

and he knows. HE KNOWS HIS EFFECT ON YOU.

oikawa could be talking to the other third years, and every now and then, he'd kiss your cheek

LIKE STOP STOPS TOP STOp sSFOPSpstop

"t- tōru.. can you not?" you stuttered out, a blush creeping up your neck

"but princess, you're just so cute!" he whines

oikawa has a lot of fans, but the only person he'll ever be a fan of, is you :D

KEIJI AKAASHI

honestly, he doesn't really care that much

but he thinks they're the cutest feature you have.. (♥︎ . .)

when your cheeks are full from eating, akaashi thinks that you look just like a little hamster

y'know how a hamster stores food in their cheeks and they puff up a ton?

yeah, that's how akaashi sees you.

"keiji, s'there sumthin' wrong?" you manage to say from your mouthful of food

"please don't talk while you eat, angel." he reminds you, wiping off a small speck of rice from your chin

akaashi makes a mental note to add a hamster emoji at the end of your contact name later

"my y/n 🐹"

SAKUSA KIYOOMI

he doesn't like pda, nor does he like physical contact in general

though he can't help but be a little bit curious as to how your round cheeks feel against his pointer finger

after all, the boy's only human 😔

so he does the inevitable and pokes one

you stopped breathing for a good sixteen seconds.

"..sakusa?" you turn to him, all mortified

"soft.." he thought

sakusa doesn't like kissing out in the open, but he'll settle for your innocent little cheek-to-cheek kisses

because he gets to feel the plush of your cheek against his

his face is so red pls someone save him 😭😭😭

© lowercase intended | loveephia

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[loxalotl]

Piltover is the problem (*Arcane S1 spoilers*)

Throughout Arcane, Jinx is torn between Vi's "Powder", and Silco's "Jinx". Both love her, but neither accept who she is until Silco's final realistion where he switches from "Jinx is perfect" to "You're perfect." 

Something he was desperate to hear from Vander, who gives up on Silco, betrays him and leaves him for dead thinking he doesn't have the capacity to change. But Silco proves him wrong: "Is there anything so undoing as a daughter". Jinx did what Vander couldn't. Gave him something else to believe in. Focussed that anger and injustice.

And Silco did it. He paved the way for peace. And had a good argument for not handing in Jinx for the murder of a couple of guards when Piltover has been systematically murdering hundreds of children and adults alike in the mines etc.. Oh, but it wasn't them directly, so doesn't count? No. Their inaction was what pulled the trigger. And Jayce doesn't even consider being held accountable for the murder of that boy (again, irregardless of all the out-of-sight so out-of-mind deaths). If brokering peace is enough for him, it should be enough for Jinx and Silco too, particularly when Piltover's body count is so much higher.

When it comes down to it, Piltover are the worst kind of abuser. They're the government who acts all nice and shiny and righteous while quietly enforcing child labour, enabling destruction of the environment, gas-lighting anyone who speaks against them, and promoting an unsustainable and lavish lifestyle based on self-interest at the expense of others. The quiet, deep-rooted, insidious evil that points it's finger at any opposers screaming "look, big bad thing threatening our civilised way of life!"

And Vander and Vi are not the "good guys" either. They're another kind of toxic. The "normal" people with a saviour complex who don't understand/accept anyone different, and part of what pushed Silco and Jinx over the edge (because, yes, Silco and Jinx have crossed a line, there is no excusing that). Neither are the Firelights necessarily the "good guys". They are so focussed on infighting in Zaun that they seem to have forgotten about the root cause of their problems. You know, Piltover? The people who have been quietly murdering your families and loved ones for the past X number of years??? Jeez. Remember the bigger picture guys.

Now, we may have been robbed of the "Silco figuring out how to properly dad" in Season 2 as it doesn't fit into Riots universe (looking at you, AO3), but I can only hope it doesn't turn into the "Vi fixes Jinx" show. Jinx doesn't need fixing. She needs people to accept who she is, and access to mental health care so she can focus that brilliance into productive things. People can be not okay but still valid. Yes, Silco was a "bad guy", but he was also a product of Piltover's exploitation, suppression and abuse (hello? Can we address this please?), as well as Vander's betrayal. He was very deliberate in his cruelty. It all had a purpose. Zaun needed someone to step up as nothing else was working (hello Jinx). Was it the right thing to do? Morally, no. But was it the lesser evil that would overall result in the fewest deaths? Who knows.

The key takeaway for me is that Runeterra DESPERATELY needs access to good quality, free mental health services (as do we all). Also, the world could also come a long way if we a) try to be nicer to each other and b) take a closer look at those really in power ('cos there is a whole lotta grey out there).

But that's how I see it. And I think one of the great things this show has done has sparked these discussions on acceptance, equality, mental health etc. It's okay to not be okay. You're not alone, so just be nice to each other. We're all on this lump of space rock together, and for anyone out there who feels lost, I'm sending all the love and hugs in the universe💜

And yeah, watch this show. It's perfect.

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[petrichor-idyllic]

Heyy first of i want to say that i really enjoy your writting! I think its incredible! I wanted to ask if you can write a minho x reader with she/her pronouns where the reader and minho meet outside of the glade? like in the scorch trials and when they arrive in save haven they slowly fall for each other? I hope this isnt too complicated 😅

(sorry english Isnt my first language 😬)

I'm loving all the post-tmr requests atm, it lets me add some variation to my writing :))

Though I'm slowing down on the longer pieces because they take so damn long, so this might not be as descriptive- sorry if it's not quite what you wanted.

This took longer than I thought it would to get out because I couldn't settle on a plot, but I think I got there eventually.

IT TAKES TIME

MASTERLIST | MINHO MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: See above. Right Arm Member!Fem!Reader x Minho. Movie based fic for simplicity.

You've been a member of the Right Arm for a while, and things are finally starting to wind down in preparation for moving to the Safe Haven. Which is where you meet Minho. After things go wrong, you focus on helping those remaining, only to be surprisingly reunited with the boy you only met once- but haven't stopped thinking about.

WARNINGS: Inappropriate language, some violence.

Somehow, you've survived this long.

Despite the odds, you're still here. You never thought it would happen, but now you're surrounded by like-minded people, and the end is in sight.

You're sat with Vince and Dr Mary Cooper, along with some random teenagers you rescued from WCKD's Mazes. You know, the usual. The three of you come from very different walks of life.

Mary is an ex-WCKD scientist who used to actually experiment on the kids you've spent the last few months trying to save. You were a Scorch-bound thief who tried to swipe Right Arm gear and got swept into the mayhem. Vince is kind of a mystery- he doesn't really like talking about his life.

When he caught you, you managed to prove yourself useful, and you quickly joined the ranks of the higher end of the Right Arm- despite being considerably younger.

You shuffle on the box you've decided to turn into a seat, looking over Vince's messy plans. It's basically a foreign language to you, but as long as it makes sense when he tells you what to do, you're not really bothered.

He's more stressed than usual, and Mary is running around like a maniac trying to sort out medical supplies before the move.

It's definitely not an easy situation.

But it's nearly over.

"(Y/N)! Vince!" You look over your shoulder, hearing Harriet's familiar voice as she approaches you in the distance- a group of unfamiliar faces behind her.

"Who the fuck are they?" You grumble to your boss. Due to being born and raised in the Scorch, you tend to be more forward and slightly less lenient. Especially towards new people.

"Not a clue."

The group approaches you, and Vince stands first.

Harriet seems pleased, and Sonya is talking to one of the boys, and it doesn't take a genius to be able to tell that they know each other.

Harriet has proved herself beyond useful and you put a lot of faith in her. She's a dedicated leader with sharp wits and a sharper tongue; not to mention she's incredibly intelligent- so why she's brought a group of strangers here without permission is beyond you.

"I thought the Right Arm was supposed to be an army," an Asian boy states, not yet caught on to Vince's presence as he walks towards them, with you reluctantly following.

"Yeah, we were," the group freezes as Vince speaks up. "This is all that's left of us."

You stand behind him, examining each of the group as they blankly stare at Vince. That's until you look at the boy that had previously spoken- who, for some reason, is looking at you.

He's handsome, about the same age as you and is well built. His hair looks suspiciously good for someone who has been through the Scorch. Then again, somehow, the majority of the group seem relatively unscathed.

"Lotta good people died getting us this far," Vince continues as you hold the boys gaze, only breaking eye contact when he looks away, finally cracking under the pressure.

"Who are they?" Vince finally asks.

"They're Immunes," Harriet responds,almost sounding bored. "Caught 'em coming up the mountain."

"You check 'em?" Your ends land on a girl. Her hair is short and she's pretty short- but she's sickly pale and almost a shade of purple. Something is definitely not right.

"I know this guy, Aris," Harriet points to one of the boys, "I trust him."

"Well, I don't. Check 'em-"

"Vince-" he grab his arm, stepping forward and gaining his attention, he looks at you as you point at the girl "-I don't know about you, but she ain't look like a Munie to me."

As if on cue, the girl gasps, her eyes rolling into the back of her head before she collapes. Falling forward, she crashes into the ground, surely conscious.

"Brenda! Brenda!" The elder of the group dives to her side and Vince looks at you.

"What's goin' on?" You shrug, but pull a pistol from its sheath attached to your leg.

The man pulls Brenda up, letting her head fall backwards as he cradles her.

"I'm sorry," she gasps, "I'm sorry."

"What's going on with her?" Vince asks- but you know. You were raised around Cranks. Hell, you were raised by Cranks. The Flare affects people differently; some people could go for months before even showing signs, and others were a couple of hours.

The scavengers and people you surrounded yourself with were picked off by the virus, one by one.

You know what it looks like better than anyone.

"I don't know," the man says. "Brenda, are you alright?"

Vince spots a bandage on Brenda's leg, peeling it away and revealing a bite mark. "Oh shut!" He dives back and your suspicions are confirmed.

You immediately point the gun at her. You're not risking everything for this random girl. Vince does the same. "Crank! We got a Crank!"

"No! No!" The group immediately splits, with one of the teenagers diving in and blocking Vince whilst the man is grabbed by two of your own men, yanking him away.

"Stay back!" Vince yells but the boy doesn't move.

"This just happened, okay? She's not dangerous yet." The boy tries to bargain but you just scoff.

"You shouldn't have brought her here!"

"I know."

"We let Cranks in here now, the Safe Haven doesn't last a week!"

"I understand," the boy continues to argue, but you're more than ready to end this, "Alright, just listen. Please. Please, okay? I told her that you could help."

Brenda is panting on the floor. Her body is limp and gasping. You feel bad for her.

"There's gotta be something you can do."

"Yeah, there is," you step forward, "we can put her out of her misery."

You cock your gun and the still restrained man keeps screaming "no". You suck in a deep breath, preparing yourself to pull the trigger when a familiar voice stops you.

"(Y/N)! That's enough!" Maty shouts from behind you. "Vince; let him go!" She marches over, repeating herself. "Let him go!"

The men do as she says and you lower your gun, even if Vince doesn't do the same. "She's infected, Doc. There's nothing we can do for her."

"No, but he can," Mary looks at the boy that was trying to bargain, making you and Vince exchange puzzled looks. "Hello, Thomas."

Like something out of a comedy skit, the other four teenage boys look at each other. And then, for some reason, look at you for an answer- which you don't have. So, you just shrug, looking at Vince.

Who also just shrugs.

"You know me?" Thomas asks as Vince lowers his gun.

"Interesting. It makes sense they'd put you in the Maze." Mary walks over to the sick girl. "Though, I must admit, I was worried they'd kill you after what you did."

"What I did?" Thomas manages to stammer out.

"The first time we spoke, you said you couldn't take it anymore, watching your friends die, one by one. The last time we spoke, you gave me the coordinates of every WCKD compound, trial and lab."

"He was our source," Vince looks at Thomas in some kind of awe.

"We couldn't have pulled all this off without him. Take her to the tent," Mary instructs the nearest guys, "and get these guys some warm clothes."

She instructs Thomas to follow her, leaving you and Vince with the confused group of teenagers.

He blinks blankly as they wait for a response. He looks at Harriet and Sonya before he looks at you, his mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"Deal with this."

"Wait, what?" Vince immediately turns around, walking away even though you're speaking to him. "Why do I have to deal with this?"

"Because I said so!" He shouts over his shoulder. "Just do it!"

You turn back to the boys, and the remaining girl, swallowing and composing yourself for a second- you're not a people person. You don't deal with people; Vince does.

But since Vince has decided to pussy out, apparently it's now your job.

"Are, uh... are you guys hungry?"

One of them shrugs, he has dark skin and a contagious smile. "Sure, I could eat."

"Alright, follow me, I guess." You turn around, the boys behind you exchanging another round of nervous glances before doing as you say.

You can hear the mumbling behind you, even if Sonya and Harriet have decided to tag along; mainly so they can bond with Aris and catch up. You can hear them explaining some basic things- stuff about Dr Cooper, how things work around here, the departure at first light, etc. Nothing you need to pay attention to, at least.

The boldest of the group becomes apparent pretty fast. "So, you help Vince run this joint?" The Asian boy from before sparks up a conversation, and you squint at him.

"That's right."

"How'd that happen?" You shoot a glare his way. "I mean, you look pretty young- compared to Vince and... uh..."

"Mary?"

"Yep," he clicks his tongue as you remind him of the name. "That's the one. You don't quite fit in with them; a leader, a doctor, and a teenage girl- how'd that happen?"

"What's your name?" You ask, looking at him out of the corner of your eye. He's curious, that's for sure. You might as well learn the name of your interrogator.

"Minho," he states, "and you're (Y/N), right?"

"Hm, well observed," you hum, "can't remember the name of the woman who's saving your friend's life, but you can remember mine?"

This seems to catch him off-guard, and his bold demeanour slips for just a second. "Well, what can I say? It's memorable."

You reach a small table, signalling for them to sit down before you call someone over, instructing them to bring food.

"So, you gonna answer my question or what?"

"Trust Minho to start flirting with the first girl he sees," a boy you're pretty sure you heard someone call Frypan says, earing a sharp kick to the shin from Minho.

You scoff, deciding to ignore the comment as you take your own seat. "I'm a lowlife thief, to answer your question." Minho raises his eyebrow at you, silently pushing you to continue.

"Lived my whole life in the Scorch; everyone- family, friends, you name it -caught the Flare and died. I'm the last man standing. Used to fuck about stealing shit from WCKD, then ended up tryna swipe guns off of these assholes. Obviously, I didn't know it was the Right Arm, but Vince liked my uh... what did he call it? Spark? Whatever, doesn't matter- but that's how I ended up here."

Minho hums. "That's quite the story."

You shrug. "Not really. Ask anyone here; we've all got the same sob-story. Well, not you guys, I guess. Can't imagine what you've all been through."

Somehow, this leads into a brief conversation about the Maze and what the boys have been through, including actual introductions. The only girl, Teresa, has been so quiet you've barely even acknowledged her presence, until she stands up and walks away without saying a word.

The group eats, and eventually, you leave, choosing to let Sonya and Harriet catch up with Aris, and the boys settle down before moving again.

You find Vince, continuing your discussion of plans when he makes a surprising comment.

"You've definitely got his attention."

"What?" You perk your head up, blinking from your seat in the shade. Vince nods his head towards the Gladers, who have decided to take their seats on top of a slight hill. Minho, once again, holds your gaze.

He's not shy. That's for sure.

"See," he scoffs.

"I think you're looking too much into this." You look away, back to your plans. "I've done literally nothing to gain any attention."

"Yeah, well, by the sounds of things, these boys haven't really seen any girls, remember?"

"They literally arrived with two." He glares at you, obviously jokingly, which makes you chuckle. "What does it matter? Have you reached the low point of indulging yourself in teenagers' non-existent love lives?

"Ha-ha," he says dryly, making you genuinely grin at him.

You might not have known Vince long, but him and Mary are the closet you have to family.

Which is probably why what happens next hurts so much.

Teresa's betrayal happened so fast you could barely even process it and the entire thing is kind of a blur in your mind.

WCKD blasted through the remaining Right Arm like it was nothing. They killed Mary and kidnapped Minho, along with several other Immunes.

It was a hard blow.

Vince made the executive decision to leave you in charge of the Safe Haven. After the events of the betrayal, the remainder of the people either decided to help Thomas or retreat to safety. With Mary gone and Vince still leading the rebellion, you're now in charge of the peaceful Safe Haven.

Even if anxiety eats at you every day.

You're left entirely in the dark, waiting every day for Vince and the others to show up.

And every day ends the same; you're still in charge and you're still stressed.

It's shit, to be honest.

Just over six months pass, and you change a lot. You've gone from the slightly sarcastic nihilistic thief that Vince recruited to a well-respected leader who cares for her people.

"Ma'am!" One of your men bursts into the medical tent where you're cheering up a pregnant lady that you've befriended. Her partner got killed at the battle and you've become close, often helping her in the medical tent.

You look over at him, shock plastered on his face. "They're here."

You don't say anything as you rush out of the tent, the blaring mechanical beating sounds of the Berg come to a halt as you start to sprint across the sand. The doors of the Berg open, and for a second, you're thrilled.

Until you see a bleeding and unconscious Thomas. "What happened?" You ask as you arrive at the Berg.

Definitely not the reunion you wanted.

"He got shot," Vince struggles along with the help of Jorge and some random dude you've never met.

You rush them to the medical tent, enlisting the help of one of your trained doctors, who immediately assembles a small group to prep for surgery.

"You've grown up," you meet Vince at a secluded part of the Safe Haven, his back towards you as he soaks in the ocean in the distance. He doesn't even need to look to know it's you.

"I'm not sure I agree with that," you scoff.

"You have, kid. People have been gushing about you since I got back- you've achieved a lot."

"Still got a lot to learn, though."

"Don't we all?" A silence settles in, the shadows on his face are dark and his hair is much longer.

"What happened, Vince?" He looks at you, almost like he's in physical pain.

He explains everything. The struggles they've all faced that you weren't present to bear witness to and the losses. He explains that Gally is a boy that the Gladers used to know and he helped them into the Last City. Which is where they'd lost Newt and Teresa helped them escape, only to fall victim to the crumbling WCKD tower.

They're safe now, but healing isn't going to be easy.

You spend the next couple of hours letting Vince take over your duties, and showing him around. It's nice to feel the weight be lifted off of your shoulders, but some of the folk you've been tending to seem reluctant for you to pass the torch back.

Once night falls, and Thomas is up walking again, you catch a glimpse of the boys you'd met once. And for some reason, the urge to talk to them comes over to you.

"Well," you say as you approach from behind, "I honestly thought I'd never see you assholes again." You step over a box, using it as a seat.

"Same to you, shuck-face," Minho grins at you and you scoff.

"Yeah, I still don't understand your shitty Maze insults," you drop your head, smiling to yourself before pulling it back up again. "Seriously, it's good to see you guys."

"(Y/N), I'm assuming?" An unfamiliar boy asks and you nod as he holds his hand out for you to shake. "Gally."

"Ah, yes- Vince mentioned you." You take his hand in a firm grip, stiffly shaking.

"All good things, I hope."

"Please, he barely has anything to say at all."

Minho clears his throat, bringing your attention back to him. "Heard you've been running the joint, that true?"

"Aye, well, someone had to," you stretch slightly. "Can't complain, though- this place is full of people willing to do what I say."

"You letting the power get to your head, yet?" You jut your lip out at him and he grins.

The conversation is cut short as you listen to Vince's speech, watching as the boys get up one by one to carve names into the stone.

The boys seem to settle surprisingly fast, and with your status, your moments with them are cut to few and far between.

"Hey," you look up, the voice pulling you out of your daydreams. You normally spend the early mornings in Safe Haven sitting on the sand, letting the water splash at your feet hours before anyone else has woken up. Except this morning, you're apparently not the only early bird.

"Hey," you respond as Minho sits next to you.

"Do you even sleep?" He scoffs. You're normally the last person to go to bed and the first person to rise.

"Eh, depends on the day," you joke, sending a friendly smirk his way.

You sit in a comfortable silence for a while, until you clear your throat.

"I'm sorry about your friend," you say, and he smiles sadly. "I'm sorry about everything you went through. Vince has told me what he knows- Thomas has mentioned pieces, and it sounds horrible but that doesn't compare to the actual thing."

"Yeah, it's kinda weird, yanno? Feels like I've been on survival mode for so long, I don't know what to do with myself now."

"Yeah," you nod along, "I get that."

"What was it like? Living in the Scorch?"

"I'm sure Brenda and Jorge have told you all about it," you stare off into the sea, watching the waves roll over themselves.

"They've told me about their side of things- but Jorge has a whole group of psychos doin' his bidding until klunk hit the fan when we showed up. Haven't really told us anything about the Scorch."

"It was... Hard. Years of contact survival, moving one place to the next when someone got infected. It was just years of damage control that never really worked."

This became a routine. You and Minho would get up early, meet on the beach, and spend your time until the others woke up talking.

It's actually kind of nice.

Turns out, Minho isn't always sarcastic and full of wit; he's actually surprisingly emotionally intelligent and you confide a lot in each other.

You'd be lying if you said you hadn't started to develop feelings for the boy. How could you not?

You'd never had a crush on someone before. You didn't have time in the Scorch and no one stuck around long enough to develop much relationship. But this is different.

You're safe here.

And unbeknownst to you, Minho feels the exact same way.

"What the hell are you doing?"

It'd been weeks now. Minho gushed about you to the Gladers, who made nudging gestures and knowing glances to each other. They'd been pushing him to make an actual move for what felt like forever.

Though, they didn't mean to stand shirtless in the salt water at the crack of dawn.

"Goin' for a swim? What's it look like?"

"Dude, it's like five in the morning- I'm not fucking up my hair this early," you stand with your arms crossed, head tilted.

"Aw, c'mon, you gotta slim it, Captain- you're runnin' round here every day. Just tryna help ya relax."

"I'm plenty relaxes- No! Hey! Don't come near me!" Minho plows through the water, grasping towards you. "No! Minho! I swear to-"

You manages to grab your wrist, yanking you towards him and you shreik as he pulls you in with him. The water consumes you and the taste of salt is overwhelming.

"You prick!" You voice breaks as Minho laughs. He laughs with his whole chest, something you've never heard from him before. Scrambling to your feet, you catch him off-guard as you dive at him.

You both crash back into the water, he's submerged for a second but the water is shallow. He lifts his head, resting on his elbows to push himself up as he smiles at you.

You can't help but laugh as you hover above him, your legs tangled together.

Whilst you're having your fit of laughter, Minho just stares at you. You're the most gorgeous thing he's ever seen- like a Goddess in the flesh.

You look at him properly just as he leans forward. Pressing his lips to yours, you freeze for a second before melting into it, shifting slightly to sit on his lap instead. Your hands coming to his face.

"You know," he mumbles as he pulls away from your face, "I always wanted this. Safety- a place to actually call home. But I never thought I'd have this."

"This?"

He scoffs. "I like you, (Y/N). I don't know what's gonna happen- I just know I wouldn't mind having you with me."

Instead of responding, you kiss him again, deeper this time.

And for this first time ever, you think; maybe things aren't that bad.

This took me embarrassingly long to do so I do apologise I am running out of new ways to do this. Definitely not my best work but I decided to not make things too complicated since things move fast in the films.

I hope you enjoyed regardless :))

#🌿 petri writes tmr #🌿 petri tmr minho #🍃 petri tmr #🌿 petri writes #tmr fanfiction #tmr minho #minho tmr #minho the maze runner #minho tmr x reader #tmr imagines #minho maze runner

[what-the-stories-have-foretold]

Heyyy good evening ^^ I just saw that you’re having an Advent/Event (I’m not good at English😭)And I really love you’re work !

If it’s not against the rules,wrong info or make you feel uncomfortable that I would like to request “why do you only call me when you’re high” with Shuichi Akai and Rei furuya(I love them sm) from Detektiv Conan ^^ I hope I didn’t see anything wrong ,please correct me if I am 😭 Take you’re time and have a lovely day !!! ^^

Thank you, you're so sweet!

Now it's 3 in the Mornin' / And I'm Tryna' Change your Mind

Navi.

Akai Shuichi x gn!reader, Furuya x gn!reader

Warnings: reader doesn't like cigarettes (Akai's) cursing, mention of injuries/having been shot (Furuya´s); complicated relationships

Wordcount: both 240~

He was standing leaning against the wall outside. It was already dark, barely any stars reaching the patio this night. There was a cigarette between his fingers. You watched, enraptured, as he gently placed it between his parted lips, before retracting his hand again and letting the smoke out again.

He turned his head towards you, and your eyes widened for a fraction. His eyes slowly raked over your figure, before he gestured for you to come close.

Carefully, you stepped through the doorway before awkwardly coming to a halt beside him. You watched out of the corner of your eye as he took another drag of his cigarette. He hummed when you pulled a face at the smell.

"You still don't like 'em?"

You shook your head, hands fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

"You still do?" Your voice came out quiet, though whether it was the atmosphere hanging in the nightly air or your dwindling confidence you could not say.

He laid his head to the side, eyes carefully analysing you before he decided to pull your body towards his. His warm breath fanned over your cheek as he spoke to you, bent down to be closer:

"I may not exactly be the type of guy you had in mind, but sweetheart, I know how to treat you right."

He leaned back again with a grin on his face as he took another drag, quietly enjoying you flustered state.

It was dark when he called. It wasn't his fault. No, really, it wasn't. His job was hard and unpredictable. And dangerous. That's why he called you, delirious from whatever painkillers he had found in his pocket to at least alleviate the pain of having been beaten and shot.

It had been a while since the last time, you had to give him that.

"Hey." His voice was raspy. You could swear you could hear the sound of water. Was he by the docks? "Just wanted to hear your voice."

"You're high." It was not meant as a criticism. He only hummed.

"I'm in a lotta pain. Fuck. Can't even think straight." You could hear how he moved around - there was the rustling of clothes accompanied by small groans of pain as well as hissed curses. Your hand was already reaching for your keys. "The only thing I can think of right now is how pretty you must look right now. Wish I was there - shit - ah, don't worry about me, beautiful. I'll be fine. Just go to sleep for me, yeah? I'll take you out somewhere nice t'morrow, okay? Just - ah, fuck - just couldn't stop thinking of you. Way too fucking good for me, love you so much."

"The warehouses close to yesterday's explosion?"

"Yeah."

He paused.

"I finally said it, didn't I?"

You only hummed as you closed the door behind you with a little smile gracing your lips.

#akai and furuya #akai shuichi x reader #akai x reader #akai shuichi #akai #subaru okiya #subaru x reader #subaru #tooru amuro #amuro tooru x reader #amuro tooru #bourbon x reader #rei furuya #furuya x reader #furuya rei x reader #furuya rei #what-the-stories-have-foretold #x gn!reader #cafe employee #detective conan

[hustlecandy]

And now the final part! Thanks for the nice comments on the last two posts, it rly means a lot!! ^ ^

Day (technically 19 but) 21: Berry

(I know I accidentally skipped this one in the last post I am sorry. Anyway this is the result of me watching too many JimmyHere YLYL streams while drawing)

Day 22: Fungal

"Ah... Our favorite. Fate has smiled upon us."

"The textures work so well together!"

"...A bit too savoury. We shoulda put honey in it!"

(Imma be honest. I didn't get this line on my first playthrough, so when I did on my second I about broke down crying. Fate has smiled upon them,,, ;v;)

Day 23: Flight

"We can fly as high as our hearts wish to! Soar to UNSEEN HEIGHTS!"

(The fact that Kabbu is terrified of heights but loves bounceshrooms is very underrated imo. I think he wants to overcome his fear someday and maybe learn how to fly on his own...)

Day 24: Plant Enchanter

(What did you guys name your Chompys? I named mine Amarylis, intentionally spelt wrong due to character limits. I just think it's a pretty word :>)

Day 25: Lost

"Everyone left on the rescue ferry...but I chose to stay. There's such a soothing beat… How could I leave this place behind? I've gotta find where it comes from...I've...gotta..."

(You ever wonder what happened to the bug who left that note on the Peacock Spider's island? I mean, they're obviously dead, but...I still wonder.)

Day 26: Alternate Universe

(You ever make an AU based on a single line of dialogue & some concept art that gets stuck in your brain and refuses to leave? Yeah, that's what this AU is. The placeholder title is 'The Upcoming Storm', and is an answer to two questions: What if the Roaches followed through with their plans for a Thunder cordyceps? And what if one of Leif's ancestors decided to look into their disappearance?

So this is Cerice, their ridiculously energetic lesbian daughter [who they don't know is their daughter yet; she doesn't remember that they're her parent either] and host of the Thunder cordyceps! Don't worry, Grandpa and Muze still exist - Grandpa's her son. However, Team Snakemouth is split into two teams - Team Snake and Team Mothden - but they still work together. I might make a separate post abt it if anyone wants me to ^^)

Day 27: Song

(Who's a better character for this prompt than the composer's self-insert, lol)

Day 28: Medal

(I am a very firm believer in Poisoned Leif supremacy. Sorry Poisoned Vi and Kabbu, smashing bosses over the head with glaciers is just so viscerally satisfying)

[I didn't have any ideas for Boss Rush, sorry]

Day 30: Bee

"You know...I was about her age when I came to my first festival. Everything was so much cooler than the boring Bee Kingdom! It really made me want to see the world!"

(I really wish they elaborated more on Vi deciding to become an explorer after her first festival! It's a very cute motivation & had a lotta story potential ;^;)

Day 31: Everlasting

"The Usurper, Grasping For Power..."

(Hoaxe is a fun final boss but god DAMN did he kick my ass a hundred times over. It's a good thing I decided to max my rank and stock up on Queen's Dinners, Berry Smoothies & Miracle Shakes the 5th time around)

#bug fables #bug fables spoilers #leif's request spoilers #chapter 7 spoilers #vi #leif #kabbu #chompy #peacock spider #(the ant is just a placeholder design) #cerice #(<- well an au/fan character version of her) #tristan #acolyte aria #div #the wasp king #the everlasting king #hoaxe

[pesterloglog]

Vriska Serket, Meenah Peixes

Act 6, page 7790-7797

(VRISKA): Meenah........?

(VRISKA): What's wrong?

(VRISKA): Come on!

MEENAH: yeah uh

MEENAH: vriska

MEENAH: um

MEENAH: listen

(VRISKA): ...

(VRISKA): What?

MEENAH: iiiiii uh

MEENAH: ...

MEENAH: aw fuck

MEENAH: dunno how to say this

(VRISKA): What is it??

MEENAH: i think i might go actually

(VRISKA): ?!?!?!?!

MEENAH: with

MEENAH: vriska

MEENAH: i mean

MEENAH: that one

(VRISKA): No!

(VRISKA): No, please, Meenah...

(VRISKA): You can't!

MEENAH: i just

MEENAH: i dunno if

MEENAH: this

MEENAH: this whole thing is...

MEENAH: (fuck!)

(VRISKA): Meenah, no...

MEENAH: im not like

MEENAH: AGR-E-EIN with her

MEENAH: on a lotta that stuff

MEENAH: i just

MEENAH: im bored 38(

(VRISKA): 8ut...

(VRISKA): I thought...

(VRISKA): You liked...?

MEENAH: i did

MEENAH: i mean i do

MEENAH: im just sick of sittin around

MEENAH: not being a part of anything

MEENAH: i want to see some action ya know?

MEENAH: wanna go kill a BAD GUY

(VRISKA): Ok! Yeah! I get that!

(VRISKA): Hey, me too! Look, see?

(VRISKA): I do too! Forget what I said, we can go fight him together!

(VRISKA): Just, not with her, ok? I couldn't handle that. It can just 8e you and me!

MEENAH: yeah seaaa

MEENAH: i dont

MEENAH: i dunno about that

MEENAH: the thing is

MEENAH: i think what im sayin here is

MEENAH: as great as its been

MEENAH: like R-E-ELY great

MEENAH: i think this has gotta...

MEENAH: be...

MEENAH: it

(VRISKA): It??

MEENAH: 38(

(VRISKA): No...

(VRISKA): No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no...

(VRISKA): Why?!

(VRISKA): Meenah, please! Don't do this!

VRISKA: You heard the lady.

VRISKA: She's made up her mind.

(VRISKA): STAY OUT OF THIS!!!!!!!!

(VRISKA): *Sniff...*

(VRISKA): Meenah, you have to stay!

(VRISKA): I don't know what I'll do if you're gone!

(VRISKA): I...

(VRISKA): I don't have anyone else out here.

(VRISKA): I'll 8e all alone in this fucked up place.

(VRISKA): I never told you this, 8ut... it's terrifying here.

(VRISKA): It's terrifying 8eing dead, and having to live through memories forever, and dealing with the fact that nothing really means anything.

(VRISKA): It's infinite, and dark, and it's all 8eing ripped apart...

(VRISKA): And you're the only one who ever made me feel good a8out 8eing here.

(VRISKA): You're the only one who made me feel good a8out 8eing ANYWHERE.

(VRISKA): Please, don't...

(VRISKA): Meenah.

(VRISKA): *So8!*

MEENAH: euurrrgh

MEENAH: vriska

MEENAH: dam!!!

MEENAH: why...

MEENAH: whys this shit so hard?

MEENAH: not even lyin this is like the hardest shit i ever did

MEENAH: i cant even fully explain

MEENAH: its just how i think its grotto be

(VRISKA): 8ut it doesn't!

(VRISKA): You don't have to do this!

MEENAH: yeah

MEENAH: i think

MEENAH: on that point

MEENAH: we just gonna have to algae to disalgae

(VRISKA): ...

(VRISKA): I cannot...

(VRISKA): 8ELIEVE

(VRISKA): You are doing the fish pun thing while you're 8r8king up with me.

MEENAH: sorry serk

MEENAH: tis the way of my peeps

MEENAH: heres the thing

MEENAH: i dont think

MEENAH: any of that shade just thrown at ya was true

MEENAH: i like you a lot an all

MEENAH: but like

MEENAH: she has a point on one thing

MEENAH: which is

MEENAH: you changed a lot

MEENAH: not better or worse or anyfin

MEENAH: i aint squallified to make that call

MEENAH: just different

MEENAH: from the way you were when we met

MEENAH: happier i guess??

MEENAH: dunno man if you say so then yeah

MEENAH: what i see though is

MEENAH: somebody who gradually turned like

MEENAH: vulnerable as S)(-ELL

MEENAH: and that

MEENAH: is

MEENAH: scary to me

MEENAH: because

MEENAH: of

MEENAH: the way i am

MEENAH: i dont think im reely...

MEENAH: the sorta person

MEENAH: to be...

MEENAH: trusted with those kinds a feelings?

MEENAH: sea the prob is

MEENAH: you dont actually know me very well

MEENAH: nobody does

MEENAH: and the main thing about me is

MEENAH: um

MEENAH: that you gotta account for

MEENAH: or i guess

MEENAH: *i* gotta account for

MEENAH: on behalf of the feelings

MEENAH: of people i dont wanna see get hurt

MEENAH: is

MEENAH: uh

MEENAH: how do i say this

MEENAH: what you need to know is

MEENAH: like

MEENAH: ...

MEENAH: im

MEENAH: bad

#homestuck #vriska serket #meenah peixes #homestuck act 6 #page 7790 #page 7791 #page 7792 #page 7793 #page 7794 #page 7795 #page 7796 #page 7797 #homestuck act 6 act 6 #homestuck act 6 act 6 intermission 5

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

In regards to the seven sentence tag game:

Let's see if I can manage this without going off into the entire plot of Gears of War and a comprehensive guide to the history, science, culture, society, and economic structure of the world of Sera. Or worse, start ranting about the themes of the story. 😅

So within the world of Gears there's a superweapon called the Hammer of Dawn. It's made up of a network of satellites that can rain down firey hell in concentrated bursts. It's a constant presence within the games, books, and comics and helps showcase the gray areas of humanity in a horrific but necessary way. Basically, big scary laser weapon from space. Not to be used lightly.

One of the bigger plot devices in Gears of War 5 is that they're trying to get the HoD back online. Most of the satellites have been lost, destroyed, or knocked offline and unreachable after the near apocalypse the world of Sera endured. The first mission in the game is to find and launch a working satellite. Unfortunately, one satellite is difficult to aim and doesn't cover a large surface area of the planet. One of the next missions you play is an evacuation of a COG settlement. Obviously things go wrong, things are looking bad and my poor sweet darling JD (James) fueled by guilt, pride, and fear decides to use himself as a targeting beacon for the HoD. It works until the satellite goes haywire and Baird no longer has control over it. And then everything goes to ratshit. JD gets hit with a blast that basically cooks him. He ends up severely wounded and in a coma for a while.

Now that you've got some knowledge to go off of this piece is a little bit of introspection on the relationship between JD and his father, Marcus. I'm kind of going for a "these are the times he remembers holding his son" thing. The first being only a few hours after JD is born. The next time being on JD's sixth birthday, only a short time before his mother's death, an event that drives a huge wedge between Marcus and JD. And the last being this moment when he has to drag his dying child to CASEVAC. I'm wanting to explore Marcus's guilt in not being there for his son and how he feels powerless as his little boy lies dying at his feet. One of Marcus's biggest issues throughout the entire series is his messiah complex. He believes it's his job to shoulder pain and suffering for everyone else. For him to be unable to do that for his own son has to feel like a major failure on his part. We don't really get a whole lot of this from Marcus's point of view within the game or the accompanying book. That's all mostly explored from Kait's perspective which is important and great, but poisonous relationships between parent and child are very important to me and I like to explore them in all their multifaceted detail.

So what did JD do? He lied. He put people that depended on him in danger. And he knowingly killed innocents. Eventually, his hubris caught up with him. And now his father has to face his own as they race for the chance to save JD's dwindling life.

And oops I rambled in your ask box. 🤦 Sorry.

Let's see if I can manage this without going off into the entire plot of Gears of War and a comprehensive guide to the history, science, culture, society, and economic structure of the world of Sera. Or worse, start ranting about the themes of the story. 😅

Me when I try to explain Ghostbur or Wilbur or Tommy or anything related to Dream SMP to someone who’s not in the fandom XD I usually end up going into a whole lotta detail lol—probably much more detail than is truly needed.

But it’s fun, so :D

Big scary laser weapon from space, gotcha!

NOOOOOOO JD *carefully covers him with a soft blanket and pats his head*

Ough… oh Deathy. One of my favorite things to read about is complicated relationships between family members. Oh gosh. Oh this fic sounds amazing oh my goodness. OH MY GOODNESS!!!!!

YEAHHHHHH FATHER-SON RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE MESSY YES YES!!! I LOVE!!! OH MY GOSH YES!!!

You absolutely don’t have to apologize, my friend! Reading rambles is one of my favorite things to do :D And this story sounds sooooo good oh my gosh-

Now I’m curious: what do JD and Marcus act like? What are their personalities? Now that I know the backstory I’m very curious about other aspects of them :0

#thank you so much for the wonderful explanation!! #deathy tag #ask #tw language

[sakamaki--perfect]

Admin, what do you think about Reiji and Yui ship? Do you like it?

Admin: I will speak in my opinion on the wall of text below so beware that I may be a bit different from what most of you may think. Other than that, please enjoy the rant? 💀

It's OK. Like, I don't oppose nor support it. Cuz if we break it down, Yui will find herself a bit unhappy with it imo.

So, Reiji is undoubtedly the most matured Sakamaki and very ambitious, reserved, high maintenance, and most importantly, a perfectionist. He has lotta expectations for his woman as well as himself that most women aren't to his satisfaction. Yui on the other hand, a normal highschool girl, clumsy and you can see she is drastically different from what Reiji wants or is suitable of.

I'm not entitling that people liking this ship is wrong. It's cute honestly. I can see in DF, later games and in Drama CDs that they somehow complete each others. She's kind and taught Reiji of humanity. Makes him question his vampirism and more like- changed his character.

He's super romantic and that might be what some fans want. He can cook for you, he will take care of you when you're sick, he brings flowers for you, buy you a nice dinner, tea parties, ball dances yes he's surely a dreamy man. Maybe I'm a masochist for wanting the HDB Reiji everytime but damn that's what I fall in love with.

If we go back to ReijixYui, Yui may or may not be able to fulfill his needs and wants. She doesn't have a perfect grade or best manners and he surely shown to be distasteful of it in early games. He persistently tried to fix her. Lecture her and make her study lots. While he did accept her imperfections later on but what if he didn't?

That could become a problem like, Rejet kinda forced that upon them that they will become lovers overlooking Reiji's ambitious nature. I know of they stayed long enough by each others they will slowly accept it but is it alright to change one person or another just because of love?

Like, look, Yui is a normal highschool girl, a Japanese one as well. Most normal highschool girls in Japan wanna date popular, cool guys at their school like Ayato, Kou, Subaru if we look outside from Yui knowing they're ruthless vampires. While Reiji, he would be more popular with nerds or academic obsessed girls. Maybe Yui could have a crush on Reiji if she wasn't living in the Sakamaki manor and was attending Ryotei, but the chances are low.

Going back on topic, if they aren't forced to be together, they won't be. If Yui didn't choose Reiji,he wouldn't take an interest in her. But the good point is, she chose him. I bet it shook him inside even if he doesn't show or act like he doesn't care because it's a human. He cares. She smells good and a good prey he won't deny.

They're super cute honestly, in Sleeping vampire and Care for a vampire, Reiji was caring AND teasing. Yui in his route can feel like Y/N sometimes. He would just act all in the player/listener's favor and I would say I definitely enjoyed it. In the drama CDs as well. He's teasing and Yui couldn't say anythung back to him about it~

There it is on the surface but on a deeper level, she may be exhausted from doing all the best for him? The Yui we know would do that. She wants to make Reiji proud and she even said “I want to feel worthy of standing beside you” at some point. Pardon me for not remember where. I do think she would do it all for him and be who he wants her to be but is it really healthy?

So one way or another it's either Yui changes or Reiji changes. But if we look at those points where Yui became a sadist? I definitely enioyed those scenes. Reiji has switch tendencies and I honestly don't think he would mind to worship a woman he finds very worthy of it. Not shipping him with Cordelia/possessed Yui but here is my fav CGs of all time <3 and I am shoked how it's all Cordelia possessing Yui 💀But Look at HIM.

Yuiin her normal nature won't do it nor even think about doing such a thing <3 Baby is pure. My point for the whole rant being: Reiji and Yui live in a VERY different world.

I don't think Reiji is suitable for the throne, from listening to a few lost Eden CD, I noticed he.... struggles being one. And I swear Yui CAN be a queen if she wants to. She has the charm, while Reiji doesn't. He proves himself through his actions and I can't see him more than a supporting character for the King or a successful scientist 💀

Since this is asking about my opinion, I won't have to care for the already-known-facts. So bear with me, we're close to the end.

Reiji won't be able to improve himself if he's with Yui, not character wise, but knowledge wise. I can see him incredibly bored with her always asking and never him asking her. There ought to be an exchange, right? He craves for an intellectual conversation, someone who can sate his thirst for knowledge and reason with him.

Opposite attract yeah, it's cool and nice. But.... I almost can't find that one essential common interest for that trope.

Yui maybe wanna discuss about fashion magazines, go to malls and try out pretty outfits and ask him how she looks, go for not-so-formal dates, walk along the streets and jump into puddles with her partner, skip classes together, watch silly movies and much more teeny stuffs! Can you see Reiji doing them? Yes, maybe in his early ages but not anymore. I can see him being equivalent to Carla in the aspect of matureness.

I see them cute, without thinking of all these points apart. But that's pretty much all. Just cute. Not really suitable for a long term relationship. After all, Reiji will be Reiji and Yui will be Yui. Their worlds are far different to merge.

#reiji sakamaki #sakamaki reiji #yui komori #komori yui #ask #anon #anon ask #adminー📜 #tw: my opinion #long post

[fortunefavorsthebrave-dude]

opla thots through eppie 5 so my brain don't explode:

i'm actually very pleasantly surprised. largely the stuff that is bad is stuff i expected and a lot of things are much better than i expected so like helleth yes we win

kobyyyyyyy perfect 100% i get why they're tying the marines in more for story purposes and idc honestly bc i get to see koby

helmeppo also good tho i could have done without seeing his full cheeks

as a fan there are a lot of small moments that really don't impact the overall story much but i did miss. like toppling the morgan statue. or sanji being present for the mihawk fight to see that devotion to a dream that motivates him to get on the sea. or the catboy being changed to a catgirl that one made me mad. but again does not affect the overall thing so w/e.

casting is so stupid spot on perfect and i've been saying that the whole time but good lord every new character is so insanely good

that said. they really desexied benn beckman. rip king.

why are luffy and usopp the only characters allowed to be fun. where is weird fun hardass grandpa garp. where is any major zoro dumbass moment. he's had a few but we can do better. oh my god i just realized jango wasn't here WHERE IS HE FUCK YOU. THE MENTION OF MIRRORBALL ISLAND IS NOT ENOUGH.

they did largely forget one piece is a comedy which i literally voiced as a worry out loud with my human mouth like an hour before i started watching. pain.

the design is largely extremely good. the costumes fuck every single time. cgi looks better than expected so i'm pretty pleased.

that said. the fishmen look like fucking dogshit i cannot take them seriously. i appreciate that they're using practical effects but my god they're so so so bad just for the fishmen.

on the other hand. enamored with the dendenmushi. they're real and they're vile and i want one soooooo bad

impressed that luffy's fx don't look way worse the only one i think looks bad is balloon and that's. tough.

kuro was very good what a little freak

buggy was. fine. i didn't love him like everyone else seems too i just think they took him in the wrong direction a touch

mihawk looks so good but i hate his accent he sounds bizarre to me

lotta brits in here i was not expecting. not the worst but like. huh.

i keep seeing folks in the tag praising the colors and how it's not dark and muddy and i don't think we were watching the same show. the clothes pop and sometimes they'll light a scene but any scene in the dark even a little bit is so washed out and bad looking it's got that netflix stank all over it like most of the circus tent and garp's ship and the final syrup village fight are dark jumbles

also why did we need two goddamn episodes for syrup village. that seems excessive. i feel like they could have cut things differently and ended up with more time for like. actual adaptation stuff.

zoro crying on the dock was so perfect no notes iconic moment

i did tear up when sanji first appeared so. there is that.

also when zoro one handed lifts that big safe. okay king!

zoro is too smart also in ways that he shouldn't be it's bothering me so much. like when he translates usopp's big wordy bullshit he does not know what those words meannnnn

that said. which way is port. it's to the left. ah okay. stands there and does nothing because he doesn't know which way left is either. also gets lost on his way to a house that's ten feet away and visible. more of this we need more of this so bad.

easter eggs so good so fun. cavendish wanted poster. island of weird animals in the end credits. certainly more i didn't catch. mwah we love it.

dialogue sucks shit also the worst element of the show is by far the writing where like the plot is fine the way they rearranged things doesn't bother me if i wanted the exact story in order i'd read it again but the actual lines they write are mostly so stupid bad and generic. every so often they hit on a good one but it's generally lifted straight from the manga.

they didn't even get gold roger's speech right. he didn't say he left it all in one piece. that's the fucking. it's the whole thing of it innit.

oh i need to mention cabaji specifically weird they gave him so much focus and backstory but he looked PERFECT i was hollering

i miss reggie tho

usopp asking a gay man and an aroace man if they think a girl likes him. they do not know bro.

also i love every shipper being like WE WON listen man i'm a shipper too and the only folks who won were the usokaya hets out there everything else is just as canon as it's always been (read: not even a little bit lmao)

now that said. opla usolu is Something which is wild bc i have never once been on this train but it hits different. not enough to make me abandon aroace luffy but still.

okay one more thing. zoro being in the stocks for 0.5 seconds to keep his job that he abandons immediately anyway instead of being there for weeks in exchange for the safety of a little girl sucks. it takes away so much of his character and feels like such a critical misstep to me but i'm also the zoro guy so idk.

anyway. overall very excited to finish the season and hoping we get more. it's surpassed my (admittedly low) expectations despite my issues with it and it's worth sticking with for sure.

#sky speaks #i have more thots i just also have to go to bed #already gonna be tired tomorrow from staying up late #bc i Had to see a snaji ep before i stopped #oh i didn't mention but fight choreo is good it's fun #really most of the technical aspects are good except. the script.

[slime-quest]

The spot where Tricky was burned appears to be a sort of glittery stone materieal. It's thin and surface level, but doesn't brush away. They reach up to feel it. "It's... it's stone.."

You look down at the gash the void left in your side. It's stopped dripping, but like Tricky's face the damage areas have turned to stone. "Oh, I guess that makes sense.. this is the same void that turned the titans into stone."

You wade out and collect up the large red eye. It's perfectly smooth, glossy in the water. An intense, angry energy radiates from it, but it otherwise doesn't feel like it's going to hurt you. You pocket the thing. [your cloak has mended a little bit and is now wearable again. You also pick up Tricky's rapier and return it to them.]

"Ok, well... I guess that's three eyes, one dead, two alive!" Tricky walks over to the one frozen in ice, "How are we gonna get this thing back?" "The guild lady said we could call them if it's too big to carry and someone would come help," you pull out Shello and flip it open.

"Hi there!" it chirps sleepily, "I'm not ready to do magic yet!" "That's fine, we just need to contact the guild for some assistance, please."

"Right away!" Shello yawns and then assumes a sort of rotating gyroscope shape for a moment, occasionally chirping "connecting...... connecting..... gotcha!"

It turns into the shape of the guild lady. "You again? You survived?" "Wh- yeah? We shouldn't have?" "Just figured you were so green you'd either give up or die trying." "Oh.." "Hey, just means I judged you wrong kid. I've seen a lotta heroes come and go, enough to recognize the over-eager attitude. Don't take it personally. Guessing you need someone to come collect?" You quickly summarize the situation. She nods. "Wild shit. Alright, yeah we've already got someone on the way. The King will be thrilled, so make sure you stop by for the reward. Good work!"

You pocket Shello ["good night again!"] and walk back to tricky. "So why were they here?" they ask, "They wrecked all the buildings and then just stood in the middle of the lake. What's that about?" "I'm not sure, but there's something in the water that has something to do with them. Maybe they were keeping guard?" "In the water? What do you mean? They were looking up, not down. And how do you know?" "I... it's..." Should we tell them about us? Humphrey ## I don't think Tricky is our enemy. I trust them. ## Mirrow && yeah, they seem really cool. &&

"So... I'm... You know how the Void King destroyed the world forever ago and killed the grand slimes and titans? I'm uh... I'm actually one of those grands, and this," you point to the sword stuck in your core, "is the King's sword. I'm not sure how or why, but I can feel connections to people and things through it, and it's telling me there's something down at the bottom of the lake that has to do with the wild void."

Tricky stares at you with wide eyes. "No way... they all died forever ago... but... that would explain how you felt things about the wild void..."

They begin to vibrate excitedly. "That's so cool omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg omg you're a grand?? I can't believe I'm adventure buddies with a grand slime?!" "Well, I mean, I'm part of a grand I guess," you say sheepishly, "I lost a lot of my pieces, and can't remember everything. But I'm figuring it out, and I... I trust you, so that's why I'm telling you about it. I don't think it's a good idea to let everyone know what I am just yet, so please keep it between us." They nod enthusiastically, "Of course! I won't breathe a word of it to anyone. Wow... wow....." They look out into the lake. "So... should we go see whatever's down there then, or should we deal with the wild void first? The guild is sending someone to pick them up, should we wait for them?"

#slimequest #intermission 1

[hinatastinygiant]

Chapter Five

Aglais Io Eruca

Pairing: Haikyuu!! x Fem!Reader

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TW: RAPE

KUROO'S P.O.V.

"Rum and coke. Make it a double and hurry up would ya?"

I nod at the customer and I reach underneath the bar for a bottle of rum. I work at a strip club and have for most of my life. I've seen a lot of shit happen here but some things are more entertaining to watch than others... besides the girls, of course.

The impatient blonde before me right now comes in here sometimes. He's some kind of shitty stockbroker. I've gotten to know his little routine by now. He meets with his clients here and ends up making shady ass deals that end up draining them out of their cash. A guy like that doesn't give a shit about other people. I doubt he even recognizes me after all this time.

I had the man his drink. "There ya go. Have a good night sir," I say with a smile on my face. However, he takes the drinks from me without so much as a smile or a look in my direction. I sigh but continue my night nonetheless.

Not too long later I see the blonde man shake his client's hand and stand up as he fixes his glasses. His client, a middle-aged man, looks so sweaty and desperate you'd think he just signed away his own soul. But before I can listen to their conversation, my boss steps in front of the bar. A round, balding man with bushy eyebrows calls my name.

"Gimme a drink, Kuroo," he orders. "Lord knows I need one."

"Uh oh, what happened boss?" I ask as I reach for his favorite, a bottle of whiskey. He takes it right out of my hand and swallows down a long swig straight from the bottle's lips- probably the only he ever gets.

"What do ya think 'bout Emi?" he asks.

"I don't really get much time to ogle the strippers, sir," I reply with a slight smile.

"Well then take a goddamn look," he says as he moves out of the way so I can finally see past him. On all fours at the edge of the stage with money stuffed between her large breasts is Emi. 

Emi has such long, black hair. I didn't even know it was humanly possible to have that much hair on your head without it weighing you down. After work, I often see her with bubble gum in her mouth, too. I won't admit it to my boss but I have gotten to know Emi quite a bit. She seems like a really nice girl. She's in college and dreams to become a veterinarian one day.

"She is pretty," I remark after a moment. 

My boss laughs like he's some kind of devil. "She's the sexiest one in here and you know it! Brings in the most cash, too! I'll be making sure to keep her around for as long as I can, you can bet on that, Kuroo."

I smile as I try to lighten the conversation. "Brings in the most cash besides me, you mean."

He takes another long swig before spitting in my direction. "Bah! Kuroo, you have no idea, my boy! If you got the chance, do you think you would go for her?"

"Emi? I don't think she's looking for a-"

The boss slams down his liquor and walks off before I can finish my sentence. Whatever, I think to myself with a sigh and a shake of my head. 

After my shift is over I walk into the back to clock out. I wave goodbye to a few of the girls I know until one of them runs up to me practically out of breath. "Tetsuro, quick! It's an emergency!" she huffs as she grabs me by my hand and starts rushing me down the hall.

"What's going on?!" I ask as I'm whisked away.

"It's Emi! I heard something fall and a scream from her room!"

I brush past the girl and run to Emi's room. Without so much as a second of hesitation, I bust open her door. There, I find her completely nude, pushed up against her dressed with her front side squished up against my boss. I shout at him as I grab him by the shoulder and shove him away from her. Without thinking, I then punch him square in the face, yelling, "Get a goddamn grip! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

When my boss regains his balance he stands up right before me with hardly any room for personal space. "You've got a lotta nerve, boy. I was gonna let you in on his but you had to be a pathetic piece of shit, didn't you?!"

"I'm not gonna just stand her and watch as you force yourself onto an innocent girl!" I continue to yell. Looking back at it, I probably should have lowered my voice to prevent Emi from beginning to hyperventilate. But once I notice that she is and tears are flooding down her face, I grab her and shove her out of the room into the hallway filled with the other girls now forming a crowd. They quickly cover her with clothes and shuffle her away.

My boss puts his large, sweaty hand on my shoulder and steals my move. He punches me right in the face and I stumble against the wall. 

"Follow me," he then says as he grabs my wrist. I don't have much choice but to follow him towards the front of the club where the usual security guard is standing.

"I just caught this piece of shit trying to rape one of the girls! Get him the hell outta here!" he says as he shoves me towards the guard.

After that, I went to jail for several months until the outage occurred and I was finally freed. My boss never went to jail, not for rape, not for any of the other handful of crimes he committed behind closed doors either. I'm sure he's left Japan by now, too.

As for Emi and the other girls, I have no idea what happened to them. There was a time I got a letter from Emi saying she quit and picked up a different job somewhere else, but besides that, I have no idea where she is. But what I do know is that I'm not gonna let something like that happen to me or anyone else again.

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[goleb]

Have you ever incorporated or made a Roylore version of what was established in the lost pilot, Wakey Wakey? Or are you not too keen on it in general? I know you’ve already given Roy’s hometown a name!

Anon, I am so sorry it took me until now to respond, I've been meaning to do it so much sooner!! I need you to know how much you've contributed to the publication of various Roylore… well, lore, because it's a lot, and it is APPRECIATED. Seriously, it means so much. Thank you. 🥺😊

Ah, the lost pilot… Unfortunately I've only seen bits of it - as much as I could, considering the it being lost and me living in Poland thus not being able to see it live and all else - so I unfortunately can't obnoxiously overanalyse it frame-by-frame for my own Roylorish purposes, but I can still try to get something for you!

Under readmore because long + rambling, as always.

Alright, well, immediately you got me there XD I'm not too keen on it in general - I mean, Roy's not even really in it! You just can't have the Roylore without Roy. But, ah, seriously now XD

Yes! Roy comes from the city of Craywall. Which means, fun fact, unlike Duck Guy and Red Guy, Roy's not even a Londoner. I mean, Duck Guy's from Clerkenwell, and Red Guy's… probably from there, too, I don't know - I never bothered to ask, but they're like, childhood friends, right? Or at the very least they met long before Roy met either of them. You get my point. [Update: I asked. I was wrong. Red Guy's from South London. Doesn't matter.]

Craywall is a relatively modern city that is currently best known for 1. Roy living in it, and 2. it having a mall that appears to be stuck in the 80s-90s. Well, I'm kidding of course, but I'm also not lying XD The people of Craywall are an even mix of puppets and otherwise, but it's nothing particularly out there. There's also significantly more Craywall citizens than one could reasonably get to know, but Roy still somehow manages to have acquaintances and contacts all over the place. That's just how he is. Makes it a whole lotta easier to accomplish when you've invested in half the city, but you know how it is.

Craywall is… regular sized. If you wanted to lock Craywall down, you'd need a significantly bigger gate. I mean, there's, you know, the usual stuff: a couple more than just a few houses, the previously mentioned mall, the park with the playground and the ice cream stand that Roy and Yellow buried Shrignold in that one time, a couple cafes, several couples of shops, a local university, a school that Roy vehemently refused to send Yellow to for several years…

And speaking of Yellow! You know me. You know I care about Yellow immensely. He is my boy. Roy's boy. Well, our boy. And if anyone were to make him sad on his birthday, I would throw hands so fast. With that said, he cannot have a puppy (also, what the fuck!). He did once have a pet loaf of bread though! It was not sentient - or even alive, actually - and died soon after from a bad case of the mould, and it was promptly buried in the garden, but it was an important lesson on responsibility and the mortality of things for the boy. He does eventually get two pet rats, a male one named Ratty / Roddy, and a female one named Eighteen-Hundred's Industrialist George Cadbury (and yes, that is her full name, and yes, you have to say the whole thing every time). He's very good with them!

Funny thing is, Craywall has an established 'mayor' person. And when I say established, I mean that there is a statue of him in the centre of one of the roundabouts. The head of the statue got knocked off some years back and to this day it remains headless, and is officially recognised as such by the locals, so nobody's willing to do anything about it. Well, he tried to get it fixed once but that was deemed a waste of taxpayers' money that wasn't beneficial enough for the rest of the people in power so it never happened. And nobody even remembers what that guy looked like anymore, but that roundabout is best known as the hotspot for a number of fast food vendors, including Roy's favourite salad place.

Okay. I admit. I find the "Duck Guy is weirdly horny for a bowling ball" thing to be absurdly funny, and I've referenced it a few times (such as in that one old mermaid drawing, which, huh, I completely forgot its May already, I should draw something about that!) so you can safely consider it Roylore canon. Also his interest in politics and his interest in the military all match up, considering everything we know about him. Duck Guy is just Like That. I mean no offence, but I think if you play your cards right and flatter him well enough, you can get him to do a lot of things your way.

I've nothing to say about Red Guy in this, cause he just kinda… walked off. Saved the day. Y'know, this is kinda a reverse Jobs scenario, now that I think about it. You know what I mean?

In regards to Fizzy Milk, all you need to know is that I had this whole thing going on with Dont-Hug-Me-Aesthetics (cheers, btw) back in the day that included me making this:

so you know! And Yellow going through his teenage rebellion phase is, frankly, adorable - just not under these circumstances.

Am I forgetting anything? AH. Yes.

I always enjoyed the taste of keys.

#Shut the heck your up mouth Roy #long post #DHMIS #Don't Hug Me I'm Scared #Dont Hug Me Im Scared #Anon I am so sorry I've been trying to respond for so long and I was just getting stuck on it but I finally managed!! #I wonder what you're up to these days - it's been almost half a year since we last talked #Your asks always made my day a little brighter hehe thank you for letting me just talk about things (I mean Roy about Roy about Roy) #But yeah... Craywall! It's a lovely place and you should visit sometime

[gamenu]

         " what is it about water that makes you so anxious hm? " leaning a little closer, his head tilted slightly. " i know you mentioned your wings getting wet, but surely just as we do away with our fins- you can hide these away too can you not? i don't mean to pry like this but...i really am curious. and at least with me you've no fear of drowning. " a pause, as he recalls something... " i am an eel of my word. "

                                                         -- @utsuboh

         "Well, a few things. One. I cain' swim. Fairies...never swim. At least tha ones where I'm from." She didn't bother to ask if Mr. Dragon and the others could swim. Honestly, they probably could! So she wasn't even truly going to ask in the first place. Looking up at him, she gave a soft flutter of the wings in question. There was nothing wrong with it, lots of students asked.

          As questioned why she just doesn't hide her wings the same way they do their fins...the fairy gives a small scratch to the side of her head. In all honesty, it was a good idea. But one that didn't make her feel good. "An' two...I think...when tha Great Wanded Fairies agreed ta help, they ain' wanna do that much. Said i' took away my charm an' made me less cute. 'sides, when I did use a potion ta actually do it...I jus'...didn't feel right. I couldn' sit still 'er focus 'er do nuffin' until they came back. So while I can...I shouldn't. Jus' like bein' big fer too long is unnervin' ta me."

          So far Jade has kept his word. He allowed Naira to get close to the water, and even touch it without her having worry of drowning. She's positive by this point he thinks something is deeply wrong with the little fairy, but why should she care? She knows what she likes and what she doesn't. And while water is cool...literally and figuratively...she's not a water-talent. She'd rather not get wet to begin with.

         "I' washes tha dust offa me as well. Tha's tha main source o' my magic. An' my wings absorb water. I'd get dragged under. Remember when you were takin' me out in tha water jus' ta see? Didn' ya feel me ge' significantly heavier? There's a lotta reasons, Jade. Bu'...my kinda fairy an' water jus' don' mix. Plus, they don' do well in extreme temperatures. If they ge' too cold, like freezin' water an' shit, my wings could freeze themselves an' then crack. Then I'm really fucked."

#༼ 🌟 open your messages! ༽ #༼ 🌟 touch my wings and it’ll be the last thing you ever do: twst ༽ #utsuboh #bless(?) Jade for trying to learn more about his fairy friend

[asexual-means-no-attraction]

I used to have a discourse account and still follow some people I followed there on my main, but I've recently (read: in the past year) had to unfollow about 3 of them because they'd turned either into terfs or just became transphobic in general, and I just can't help but wonder what happened? They were transmeds (whether they considered themselves part of the group or not idk, but their beliefs alligned) which makes me think, you were so close. You had it all right there. How did you turn from seeing it as a legitimate medical thing to seeing it as people with mental problems or attention seekers? It baffles me because I always thought knowing the medical side of being trans is something that keeps people as allies. That something like seeing it as most of tumblr does, a vague feeling or just not subscribing to gender roles or whatever, was something that makes it easy to turn to transphobia because it's so loose and undefined. But seeing my former mutuals who I knew to be trans allies and who had a decent grasp of what being trans is turn to transphobia leaves me sad and so very confused

Thats the thing about the internet, it's an amazing place to grow more and more radical ideas. And you'd be shocked at how similar radical ideas are to each other, especially when they claim to be opposites.

You have to be really careful online. It's not hard to go further and further down a rabbit hole to the point of being unable to climb out. A lotta people start with very clear and understandable ideas about the world and other people. But the more time you spend the more things you see. The more posts that are specially written to make you feel anger, that leave out details, that use the worst faith example imaginable, that just straight up lie. And we've always been a society built on trusting others. Built on being social. All someone has to do is wear you down enough with "not everyone in this group. But looks at this person. And this one. And this one" to shift your idea of right and wrong, push what you think a group stands for, make you angry at them. You see enough shitty examples and you start to think it's everyone.

It's similar to the representation discussion. How much it can help a child's confidence to actually see characters they can relate to doing good things. Part of discourse is talking to people with other viewpoints. And when they keep showing awful examples it's easy to start falling for them without realizing it.

That's why it's important to also talk to people that agree with you. Look for posts that are positive. Look for good examples. Bot online and irl it's important to step back and take a break from discourse. Because when you dig too deep it's easy to get buried by shitty people.

You said you're wondering how this could happen. And it probably happened something along the lines of getting worn down from all the negative trans stuff online and all the transphobic shit from TERFs and tucutes alike. It makes you tired. The more you see it the more you forget it's not accurate. Humans are very susceptible. And we tend to go to extremes. These old mutuals probably fell into that and kept shifting their ideals to one direction little by little until it was a whole new idea altogether.

Much like my other post about how you're not gonna stop making someone transphobic overnight, you can't make someone transphobic overnight either. Changing someone's mind takes time. And unfortunately, the internet is a great way to do it since your posts don't go away. Discourse is a very easy way to start to fall into this too, which doesn't help. It's important to be able to step away, know when to listen and when to call bullshit. Not everyone can tho. It sucks. But the fact that they used to be supportive means they might come back eventually. So that's something.

#answered #ask #long post #i need to learn how to condense more #I type so much lol

[savofid]

Guess I gotta do this whole CW thing despite the fact that no one is gonna read this. I'm gonna be talking about some traumatic stuff, mainly depression, suicide, sex, sexual abuse, and rape. No, I'm not gonna censor the words because to do so would be discounting their existence and the suffering that people have gone through.

I've come to what could be considered a realization about myself. Maybe it's been obvious the whole time and I'm just too stupid or blind to see it. When I was little, my older sister molested me on multiple occasions. I hate that I can't be mad about it because she was just acting out due to the abuse she was subjected to my her father. I wanna be mad at her. It really didn't help when I lived with her for 7 months back in 2018. What are we supposed to do, just pretend like it didn't happen? I spent years in therapy as a child and I don't think it even did anything. All I remember from it is being in the office, playing in a sandbox they had set up. I don't even remember whether my therapist was male or female, and I went there every week for 3 years. Because of my sister, I'll never enjoy a blowjob in my life. They feel good, sure, but I can't enjoy them. All I can think of is being molested the entire time. Whole lotta good that therapy did, huh?

When I was 12, another of my older sisters forced herself on me. Pinned me down on her bed and kissed me over and over again. I didn't even know what was going on, but eventually pushed her off of me and left the room. Later that summer, she made very serious allegations about me molesting HER. She nearly ruined my life, got me pulled out of my family and forced to live with a friend of mine, who ended up doing the same thing to me. At that point, what do I do? My only other option was going to live in a group home, and those are hell if you don't know.

But that's not the end of it, either. Shortly after high school, I started dating one of my little sister's friends. We were together for two years before I was able to end things. I've had 7 exes in the last 12 years, and she's the only one that I don't still love with at least a tiny piece of my heart. She raped me who knows how many times. God, this is so hard to talk about. Having trouble seeing what I'm writing through the tears. Just breathe.

Okay,

FUCK

Okay.

She'd take me back to her bedroom whenever she was in the mood, which was almost constantly. I may have been a 19 year old guy, but I'm not always in the mood. I'd tell her that I just wasn't up to it, but she'd keep going. "You're a boy, you're supposed to want it." "Look, you're already hard." "C'mon, don't be shy. You know you wanna have sex with me." "You love me, don't you?" I'd tell her I didn't want to, but that didn't matter, so I'd just shut up and let her have her way. Again, two YEARS of this before I managed to get away. It wasn't until I joined the military and started talking about her to the guys in basic training when I realized, "Oh, God. I'm a battered wife."

I'm 31 years old now and can't even enjoy sex anymore. What's wrong with me that people just want to make me a victim? Every time I've had sex with my most recent partner, I can't even get off and she doesn't believe me when I tell her that it's not her fault, but I can't tell her all of this. Every time I get close to summoning the courage to talk about it, she's either drunk and in a good mood, so I don't wanna spoil that (especially with what she's going through right now), or the moment feels wrong. I know it's fear. Fear of being judged. Fear of being pitied. Fear of being seen as weak or lesser, when I'm supposed to be strong for her.

We had sex this past Monday. I've been in the throes of a mental breakdown since. I'm consumed by suicidal thoughts and anxiety. I wanna talk to her about it but she's been ignoring me. I don't know what to do.