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hewwokitti · 1 month

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Brat (JJ Maybank x Reader)

It’s not like you mean to be a brat sometimes it just comes out. You know JJ doesn’t like when you’re rude and you’re good- at least getting better- at controlling your mouth but your facial expressions need work. So that's how you found yourself with JJ’s hand firmly on the back of your neck, pushing you into the chateau after sneering at something John B said.

“How many- How many fuckin times do i have to tell ya to fix your damn face huh? I ain’t playin with you today. Get your ass in there”

Yup you’re screwed.

He bullies you inside, smacking the globe of your ass all the while.

“JJ.. I’m sorry, I-“ you’re cut off as he roughly grabs your face, making you squeal.

“Yeah… Yeah you’re boutta be REAL sorry here soon dolly. You know where I want you c’mon.”

And you do, assuming the usual position on the bed, ass up, cheek against the undone bed. He comes up behind you, rough hand pushing your face into the mattress even more. “I keep tellin you kitty to play nice huh? don’t need you bein a bitch to my friends.” JJ emphasizes his words by pushing your face harder, making you cry out.

“Shh shh shhh” he utters condescendingly, while flipping your flimsy skirt up, rubbing the now exposed flesh. “don’t want them to hear how much of a bitch ya are for papa hmm?”

You screw your eyes shut, whimpering softly. He’s right, the pouges are right outside and any loud sounds would be sure to make their way to your shared friend’s ears.

Your thoughts are cut off by the sharp sting of JJ’s hand colliding with your ass, feeling the flesh jiggle at the impact “Answer me” he barks.

“n-no!!” you wail. JJ grins.

He pulls your head up by your hair, leaning over you, lips pressed against your ear. “Now, you’re gonna be good for me hmm? gonna take this dick then, ya gonna walk this ass,” he grabs a handful tightly, making your eyes roll back, “back out there n apologize”

“Y-Yes im sorry!” you say.

“mmm save it, you’re not sorry yet.” JJ says, as he throws your head back down. “Don’t even wanna look at ya right now, got me pissed the fuck off, that what you wanted?” He unbuckles his pants and ties the belt around your neck like a collar, using the long tail like a leash.

He rams into you, making you let out a garbled scream as he pounds into you, teeth bared giving you his all.

“Yeah, this is what you needed. Gotta get the bitch fucked outta ya don’t ya? Fuckin whore.”

The tight belt around your neck makes your head swim, all you can feel is JJ… JJ… JJ.

“Nah nah nah what’s my name kitty?”

You hadn’t realized you’ve been saying that aloud but with the way your blood circulation has been cut off, you can’t realize anything other than his dick deep in your guts. “D-daddy-y-y” you whine out, speech almost incoherent with the rhythm of his bruising thrusts.

“That’s right kitty, I’m your daddy, I’m your fucking daddy… jesus kitty you’re squeezing the life outta me SHIT you’re such a WHORE”

His harsh words make your eyes roll back, the only thing keeping your face up is JJ’s pull of the belt. The moans you let out are staccato, more like high pitched grunts, long nails clawing at the belt but not tapping out yet.

“O-oh man, you gonna cum kitty? don’t lie to me, can fuckin FEEL it” JJ spits out.

You nod vigorously, unable to speak, pushing back against him as best you can.

“FU-Uck yeah kitty cum with me c’mon” he let’s go of the belt, the rush of blood back into your head makes you squirt around him, screaming his name between gasps of breath as you flop onto the bed. JJ growls as he empties inside, thrusts slowing but not stopping making your toes curl with the overstimulation.

“There ya go kitty hmm? don’t that feel better?” He rubs your back as you let out little gasps and twitches.

After a while, once he’s calmed you down enough, he’s helping you clean up, getting you into comfy PJs.

“Okay mama, you good?” he holds your face in his hands, lifting it up casually to inspect your throat, a red rim of his belt mark makes him feel just the tiniest bit bad. He massages it as you croak out “‘m good now J”

He hums in response, “A’ight then, up you get, there’s some apologies ya gotta make now hmm?”

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thank you to @rafeysdoll (ofc) @siriusly-star-crossed, @monkichixo for proofreading!

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ohbabydollie · 4 months

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some schlatt n latina reader hcs bc i can and i’ve never seen them done and it js makes sense in my mind

he absolutely loves celebrating holidays with you, especially in the winter time

“cut a small piece schlatt” you warn looking at him “but i want a big-” “i swear to god, if you get the baby” you threaten as he cuts a large chunk and starts eating it with his chocolate abuelita before suddenly stopping as you raise a brow at him

he spits something into his napkin

“le tocó el bebé! (he got the baby!)” your tía cheers as you stare at him

“you should’ve eaten it” you huff jokingly

he will speak to your family in spanish and understands them which is a first from a partner of yours and they like it very much

he’s loves the food

especially caldos y sopas

n stuff made mostly in the winter time (100% asks for caldo de pollo on the hottest day known to man)

now refuses to drink regular pack hot chocolate after drinking chocolate de abuelita and makes you make it for him when he’s craving some

like will eat 2-5 bowls of pozole if given the chance with tostadas

“mamá ya, he’s had enough to eat” you say picking up his bowl of pozole before your mom takes it “pero míralo, tiene hambre(but look at him, he looks hungry)” she says serving him some more “no le das de comer o que? (you don’t feed him or what?)” she asks placing the plate down as he grins making you roll your eyes

your tias y abuelitas LOVE him from how much he eats and how he’ll sit around gossiping and talking with them for hours

your younger siblings or cousins absolutely adore him, from gaming to playing soccer with him and will ask for him when he doesn’t come with you to a dinner or party

yk how they rent out bouncy houses for birthday parties

he’s helping the kids tipping them over and will unplug the bouncy house to mess with them as they start to yell

“why are you here? did jay come?” your nephew asks looking up at you as his mom smacks him on the head “pide la bendición primero menso (ask for blessing first dumbass)”

some of your family didn’t really understand his career at first until after he explained that making and posting videos makes him money along with his other businesses

“soy muy trabajador y tengo dos negocios (im very hard working and i have two business)” he explains as your family nods, especially your tios, in approval

speaking of tios, they didn’t like him at first

kinda standing there judging him silently, beer in hand until they offered him one and he responded in spanish

now they’re asking when the both of you plan on getting married, especially after hearing how “hard working” he is

has a love-hate relationship with the crusty white dogs or chihuahuas your family has

they will bark, bite and nip at him until he stops trying to pet and hold them

god forbid one of them claimed you as their favorite person because he is not allowed in your vicinity at all

“be nice, es tu papi (he’s your daddy)” you say, the dog growling at schlatt while schlatt gives it the cockiest grin “soy tu papi nuevo (im your new daddy)” he says going to pet the dog as it tries to bite his finger

makes jokes about you using him for a green card, money, etc. but won’t push your boundaries at all

“it’s either bisexual or bipolar and i chose bipolar when it comes with a fat ass in forbidden pants” schlatt tells the chat as you come in, handing him something to eat and walk out as he watches you, “yeah the red flags are looking green when you’re seeing them from behind”

likes your attitude, just the witty comebacks n stuff

especially when you’re around his friends and say something in spanish that will have him flustered while they ask for him to translate

if he ever genuinely makes you upset he’s at your feet, apologizing

“please please please please” he begs, on the floor “jay, it’s fine” you say crossing your arms in the way he knows it means its not fine “POR FAVOR (PLEASE) Y/N, ILL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT” he begs, pulling out his wallet

is probably the biggest simp known to man for you

will use anything as an excuse to show you off, like anything

even gifts, he’ll take a photo of the gift and post it along side a selfie you sent him just to show you off some more

flexes you to everyone from his friends to chat

“what does the schirlfriend look like?” he reads off, immediately grabbing his phone to show off the new lock screen he has of you “hot as fuck, i’ll tell you that for sure”

might write some more if u guys want it :3

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captainwans · 3 months

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AM ERA PT. II (smau)

— ALEX TURNER

arabella series!

pairing: alex turner x fem! actress! reader

summary: the fans can’t get enough of their relationship and share their thoughts and feelings on the arabella mv, including a “new” discovery on y/n’s side from the comments.

timeline: 2014

note: layout / format by the beautiful @ithinkimokeei <3

masterlist!

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yourinstagram 🤍🖤

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username babe yourinstagram just posted

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breanahelders the woman you are 😩😍

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matthelders didn’t know we shared her

breanahelders matthelders babe not now

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mileskane looking beautiful love ❤️

yourinstagram ❤️😙

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yourbestfriend holy mama i’m so gay 😳

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username the women in the comments ✨😌💅🏼

username alex doesn’t even have ig and if he had i know he be barking at how hot his gf is 😫

matthelders trust me he is barking

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yourinstagram a little bts ✨ (📷: wife breana)

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username my parents looks so hot

username i’m loving this new theme of hers!

username same!! i love how it matches the am

username the mv was so sexy idk if i wanted to look at alex or y/n

yourbestfriend nah i was looking at y/n the whole time who tf is alex?!! 🤨

username and you’re so iconic for that sis

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username if alex had ig i would’ve asked him if her lips tasted like the galaxy’s edge

username and if he kissed the color of a constellation falling into place

username and asking him if his days end best when this sunset gets itself

mileskane username he’s sitting beside me and he confirmed that her lips did taste like the galaxy’s edge 😳 🌌

username gripping my hair, sliding against the wall, sobbing, crying, throwing fits—ALEX

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username i love this comment section sm

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yourinstagram vogue ✨🤍

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vogue: always a pleasure to have you 💋

username: y/n y/l/n is such an icon.

username: new era new y/n

breanahelders: those LEGS 😫

yourinstagram: open for you ;)

matthelders: can you two take this somewhere else pls 😒

mileskane: dang matthelders you just lost your girl

yourbestfriend: don’t blame him

matthelders: 💀💀 yourbestfriend

matthelders: just signed the divorce papers 😞 i can never win

breanahelders: matthelders babe don’t take this personally it’s not you

yourbestfriend: matthelders it is actually you

matthelders: yourbestfriend you can eat my foot

username: lmao y/bsf/n

username: i can’t with them

username: poor matt 😭😭

username: y/n’s comment section is a comedy show 😭😂

username: i love how breana and y/n are so gay for each other

username: i mean look at them i want them both

username: literally need her so bad 😫

username: HOW MANY LETTERS IN Y/N

username: ugh she’s everything

rosiehw: remind me why you’re not a model? 🤤

yourinstagram: i could never 😫

yourbestfriend: *you could i mean vs 👀

username: lmao yourbestfriend

username: no but seriously

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username: ok alex i get it now 😫

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yourbestfriend: username put two and two together sis 😭

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yourbestfriend: knowing her dumb ass i don’t think so

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username: i thought we all knew that 😭

username: in conclusion they were meant to be sorry i don’t make the rules

pinned comment 📌 yourinstagram: how come when i look for any information my only source is you guys (not that i’m complaining tho)

yourbestfriend: bc you’re so so fucking clueless that’s why babe

yourfriend: 😭😭😭

mileskane: how did we go from y/n’s legs to i bet you look good on the dance floor?

username: wtf is going on???

katiee_cook_: i’ve given up at this point

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poopersdoopers · 7 months

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This is my first post ever:

Imagine Shanks and Mihawk (fem presenting reader) in a poly relationship. No beta. Not reading this over.

TW: spanking, BDSM, cursing, rough fucking.

Both daddy doms.

Where they use you as they like and punish you.

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Mihawk comes home late from work one day, goes into the kitchen to grab some juice to drink. The sight displayed for him is breathtaking.

Shanks has you over the marbled kitchen counter. His hand pressing down against your back, your bottom half stark naked, red where he just spanked you.

“You wanna run that back to me again, little one?”

You moan. It earns another spank.

“What’s my name?”

You flush in embarrassment. “If you’re not going to answer me you’re gonna have to take more punishment. Count after each spank daddy gives you and maybe he’ll forgive you enough to give you a reward”.

Shanks was grinning, a glint danced in his warm chocolate eyes, as he massages your hot flesh with both of his hands. He loved teasing his sweet little girl to the point of tears, especially when he had an audience. He glanced over at his other lover, his smile widening.

Mihawk, as silent as ever, walked over to your form splayed over the kitchen island.

“Be a good girl for Daddy”, he whispered gently in your ear, grabbing the back of your head. You stared at him, with big hazy eyes tears threatening to spill over. You weren’t expecting him to be back so soon.

A wash of shame flushes over you as you remember misbehaving earlier this morning.

——Flashback——-

Rolling your buds between your fingers, begging to be touched. Trying to be oh so quiet. Mihawk woke up first, silently watching.

“Puh..please…”, you had to clamp a hand over your mouth to keep from begging more lest you wake them both up. Your hand snaked down your panties, rubbing between the folds before sticking a manicured finger in, and spreading the wetness all over your throbbing over-sensitive clit. You whined behind your flushed hand,it all being too much at once.

You roughly ground on your clit when suddenly, a hand held your wrist tightly.

“Don’t you dare cum, little one. Not without permission.”

Mihawk stares at you with intense eyes. You gulped, “Sorry daddy…mmmhmm!” He grabbed your wrist away from your throbbing clit. You started to openly cry, “Please I wanna cum!”

“Hush girl or I’m going to punish you more severely”.

You shivered, it’s been a while since Shanks or Mihawk were this attentive towards you.

Mihawk stood up, slightly groggy from sleep, and strongly grabbed your jaw. His intense eyes bore into yours. You couldn’t help but feel so small, as he looked you up and down. You were naked as the day you were born, you stiffened peaks begging to be kissed by his full lips, your pussy leaking steadily all over your massive king’s sized bed where Shanks lay fast asleep.

He pinched your nipple harshly, “ Im going to clean you up so. you don’t leak all over our bed. There will be no talk of this until later my dear. After this you will be the punished tonight, as it seems you miss me that much, my dear.”

As Mihawk walked out barking a behave, you crawled over to Shanks sleeping form. Nuzzling at his neck, before sucking deep hickeys. You felt his strong arms surround you, before ruffling your hair.

“I heard you being naughty baby”, he smirks, “You’ll probably get it punished for this too”.

You whine, something in your chest tightened, you wanted this more than ever. You needed to feel him inside you, claiming you, the little distance between you two too much to bear. You wriggled under the blankets. Discovering Shanks fully hard, putting the girth of it between your hands.

“Can I please, daddy?” You begged with big glossy eyes.

And how could he deny you when you begged so sweetly?

“Sure baby girl but don’t blame me for what happens next”, he chuckled.

Your mouth was on him in no time and by the time Mihawk came back with a wet cloth and bowl, your fate was decided.

You lay fast asleep at the foot of the bed, suckling Shank’s softened cock. Dried tear marks and cum decorated your face.

He stared blankly at Shanks.

He put his hands up defensively, “I can’t say no to such a cute face”.

Later on you begged Shanks to let you cockwarm him. He obliged, letting you sit on him as long as you behaved. Surprisingly enough, you were good for the most part. Nuzzling into his thick neck, hands laying deftly on his chest. He melted, kissing the sides of your face, murmuring about how a good girl you’ve been, while he’s been in meetings all day (with the camera off of course). You cutely moaned at this, his strong calloused hands ran up and down your spine.

He would stay here all day with your warm walls clinging to him, but alas he couldn’t.

“Baby as much as I love this…Daddy has to go to a lunch meeting”.

You whined, gripping to his length with a vice grip. He moaned in response, “Baby you are killing me.”

“You can’t go Daddy! You’re always gone. Stay here with me, I promise I’ll be good.”

“Aww baby I know, we haven’t been paying much attention to you but this is important”, he bopped you on the nose. You responded by biting him on the finger. You could feel his laughter building from the bottom of his stomach and bloom into his chest. It almost made you less mad. Almost.

“Okay as much as you know we both love this,you cannot get in the middle of Daddy’s work. Stand up.”

His voice may have been playful but his eyes glimmered with danger.

Your vice grip on his length didn’t relent, as you started to grind slightly.

Shanks, gripped tightly on your hips with both of his hands.

“You little minx are being naughty so now you have to take what I give you”.

He slammed his hips into you, sharp and fast, chasing his high. Dragging you back onto his cock. You couldn’t think, you couldn’t breathe, you could only feel Shanks.

“Daddy I—Im gonna cu-“, he pulled your wide hips off him in an instant.

“We said no cumming without permission. Clean Daddy up on your knees.”

You obeyed. Sniffing at yet another orgasm ripped away. Such mean Daddies.

You took the length of Shanks in your mouth.

“You ready? I am not going to be gentle, little one. You have disappointed me.”

Your sobs were muffled by his cock.

“How are we doing baby? 1 Finger up means green, 2 means yellow, 3 means stop.”

You held a finger up. He grabbed the back of your head and pushed it down to his pelvis. Petting your head softly.

“Okay princess hold on tight, if you need to stop pinch my thigh. Can you demonstrate?”

You pinched him. “Ahh Good girl.”

He roughly fucked your throat. One hand on your head, the other texting his executive assistant to reschedule his lunch meetings and cancel the rest of his afternoon.

He looked you in the eyes, before glancing and seeing you rubbing your puffy clit. His fault, he should have been watching his slutty baby girl.

“Hands behind your back bad girl. Daddy’s gonna give all everything to you right now”. You moaned on his length, spit dribbling down your jaw. He sat back, pushing his length out of your sloppy mouth. Taking it in his hands, rubbing down the side of a vein. You gasped slightly, lips tingling, throat too used to be speak. You whimpered.

“So fucking sweet”. Open your mouth and Daddy will give you what you want.

You obeyed. He spat in your mouth.

“Swallow. Good girl.”

He grabbed the back of your head again.

“My cute little cock dumb baby”.

He chuckled darkly, before slapping his thick cock across your flushed cheeks, smearing pre cum. “Hold still baby.”

He added a few small smacks to the rest of your head, before deciding to decorate it.

“Open your mouth baby girl, daddy has a gift for you”. He slammed his cock down your throat as you struggled to breathe.

“You still green, little one?”

You held a finger up, tears streaming down your throat.

“Good girl, be extra good. Daddy’s going to send mean Daddy a present. Now suck.”

You sucked at the head, as Shanks started the video. Licking the underside and tracing the vein down his thick length. You both moaned.

“Fucckk baby just like that. Being so good for us.”

Look at how much of a fucking slut you are. You took more of him in your mouth, bobbing your head, he grabbed your head and edged it down to his pelvis again. You swallowed. He traced the lines of his cock in your throat.

“Shit. Im gonna cum.” He stopped the video in favor of grabbing your face, to fuck you faster. He pulled out and you whined for him.

“Shhh be good and Daddy will give you a treat. Open that mouth”.

His hand sped up down his length, before slamming back in you.

“Swallow”.

That you did as you felt him shoot down your throat, he eased up and came across your fiery hot face.

“Hold on one second, baby. Let me show Mihawk how much of a pretty little whore you are”. You flushed in embarrassment. Will Daddy know you were being naughty again?

Your core was on fire. You hoped he did.

“So beautiful”.

He snapped a picture of your cum strewn face. “Now lick your lips and swallow. Show daddy after you’ve finished.”

You did just that, shivering.

“Good girl, now what do we say?”

“Th-thank you, Shanks”.

“Come on doll, you know that’s not my name”.

You stayed silent. Wanting to be punished further. Basking in the glow of his anger, his praise, his hands. You watched as he sent the videos and pictures to your lover.

—-Which lead you to where you were at right now—-

“Perhaps we have been too lenient towards you, little one. Perhaps we have not been as attentive as you needed us to be.”

You sobbed, the knot in your chest all day had been released.

“Don’t worry we are going to make it better all night. Right after your punishment is over. Now hush darling and let us take care of you.”

He kissed you deeply. You felt breathless. Finally falling down into that hazy place.

“Good girl.”

Mihawk pinned your hands down to the island as Shanks began his spanks.

“What do we say after after each spank my darling?”, his intense eyes scanning over your body.

“Th-thank you Daddy!”

“Good girl, but we have to start over so you can count. Can you give Daddy a color?”

“Green..Daddy I’m Daddy Im sorry Ill be good I promise!” You sob and shudder.

“I know baby.” A spank to behind emphasized his point.

“One. Thank you Daddy.”

A thawck to the back of the thigh.

“Two. Thank you Daddy”.

Another hit to the other thigh and lower ass. “Three? No Four Thank you Daddy”.

The spanks got harder and in quicker succession until you were left a shivering, slobbering mess. Mihawk’s grip on you never faltered, no matter how much you bucked up or twitched in pain. “Mmmm thank you Daddies. Thank you.”

“I think you’re ready for your reward now…hmm?”

“I agree. Our little one is so pliant now.”

Both men looked at you like wolves.

#shanks x reader #mihawk x reader #shanks x reader x reader #one piece imagines #akagami no shanks #dracule mihawk #poopersdoopers writes a fic

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yoursweetestbunny22 · 4 days

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Would you do a Rudy x film writer and director social media au where it also mentions an interview they did together talking about first impressions: Rudy and reader meet by him not realising she’s the director, checking her out when he passes her smoking outside the audition building and trying to chat her up & when he asks for her name and number she says “you’ll probably find it on the front of the script” 😭😂

Thank you for your request hope you like it !!

Rudy Pankow x Director!Writer!Reader [social media au]

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rudeth love you cupcakes! and my girl<3

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hichasestucks still finding sand in weird places…

⤷randomuser CHASE?!

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⤷ rudeth …….. sorry kook

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⤷ rudeth love u pookieeee❤️❤️

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y/nuser Penning the next chapter of Outer Banks, and it's a wild ride! 📝 Thrilled to be shaping the story for Season 4 alongside our amazing cast and crew. Get ready for more drama, mystery, and heart-pounding moments. Big thanks to my partner Rudy for always being by my side.❤️#OuterBanks #Season4 #BehindTheScenes

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randomuser IM LITERALLY CRYING IM SO EXCITED FOR SEASON 4

User3768 IM BEGGING FOR MORE JJ AND KIE MOMENTS RN!!!

rudeth I’m so proud of you princess ❤️

⤷y/nuser love you jj

⤷user6902 @y/nuser SHE CALLING HIM JJ OMG I WANT WHAT THEY HAVE

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⤷y/nuser I vote for rafe + therapy <3

randomuser if the new season brings more close-ups of John B’s abs, I might need to invest in a new TV screen…😔

User2783 RAFE CAMERON BACK ON MY SCREEN?!?!?

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obxupdates_22. Rudy spilled the tea in a recent interview he did with yn, the director and writer of outer banks, revealing his first impression of her. Turns out, he had no idea she was the boss when they first met! Caught checking her out while she smoked outside the audition building, he tried to make a move, but when he asked for her name and number, her epic response was, 'You'll probably find it on the front of the script.' #OBX #rudyandyn❤️

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randomuser HAHAHHA imagine rudy thinking like “omg I’m soooo that man” and she just say that😭😭

kiaramygirl they’re living a wattpad romance in real life

User36784 This interview just made me love them even more! Who else ships Rudy and Yn?

rafecameronwh0re she’s so ugly and that response?…lol

⤷user2837 it’s so funny that you think that your opinion matters…gurl he’s not givin you a chance💋

User5748 NOW HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO SEE JJ AND SHIP HIM WITH KIE?

User19873 let me know if y’all need a dog..I CAN BARK 🐶🐶🐶

User78349 yn is so THAT girl?!she wrote this badass show and is also dating rudy pankow..AAAA

#rudy pankow x y/n #social media au rudy pankow #outer banks rudy pankow #rudy pankow x reader #rudy pankow #outer banks jj maybank #jj maybank outerbanks #jj maybank outer banks #coquette #dolette #lana del ray aka lizzy grant #rafe cameron #coquette dollete #girlblogging #dollcore #outerbanks #lizzy grant #outer banks

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sockiestupidity · 11 months

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BRO IM SO SORRY FOR DOING SO KUCH ANGST HSHSHDJFND

Thinking abt reader and Miguel having a movie night, and reader just like falls asleep on miguel, and when miguel goes to bring them to their bed reader is just not having it. They don’t let go and it results in Miguel and reader falling asleep and cuddling together or smthn

-🕸️

lob u 🕸️ u can never do any wrongs🥰🥰🥰/p (literally say that i lob everyone so just feel free to tell me if ur uncomfy with it and ill edit it out)

TY FOR THE REQUEST TEHE🥰

also forgive me for the lack of title😰

warnings-none except for bad writing, and lowercase intended, VERY OOC MIGUEL

nonverbal/mute reader as always

none of this will probably make sense bc i wrote it while sleep deprived🧍‍♂️(pulled too many all nighters by being addicted to character ai) (legit so tired rn)

it was friday night, you and miguel had decided to have a movie night.

the two of you currently sat on the couch, watching lego batman after you kad lyla give him a powerpoint on why the lego batman movie was a cinematic masterpiece that he was missing out on.

it was all going well, the two of you shared snacks and popcorn. you sipped on your drink of choice.

you smiled contently but then judgementally side eyed miguel who complained that lego spiderman deserved a movie over lego batman.

you were hogging the blanket to yourself because miguel claimed that he didn't need it because he was naturally warm.

you shrugged your shoulders at his statement. the warmth of the blanket felt...comforting, and soon enough, you felt your eyes droop, and your head became heavy.

suddenly miguel felt a warmth on his lap. he looked down and chuckled. you fell asleep on his lap, a small smile was brought to his face at your adorable sleeping expression.

"alright kid, time to go to bed." he lifted you up, but then stopped when he felt something hit him. it was your hand. you had started thrashing in protest.

"kid..you need to go to your room.." he explained gently. you let out a whine.

he groaned at your protest and set you back down on the couch. as soon as he did you protest stopped.

he rolled his eyes and placed you back on the couch, sitting himself back down as well, since he was planning of finishing the movie after putting you to sleep anyways. he hated to admit it but, the kivie was pretty good.

he adjusted the volume down to make sure that it wouldn't disturb you. soon enough, he felt his own eyelids get heavy, and fell asleep next to you.

the two of you peacefully slept until the morning. miguel woke up, confusion and annoyance clouding his vision. why did he feel so warm? and why were there so many spider people surrounding him?

he groaned, and looked around, surprised to see you cuddled into him, still sleeping peacefully. he lightly smiled. his serenity was soon ruined once again when peter b. shoved a phone in his face.

"migs im taking so many pics of this right now" peter childishly laughed, excited to finally have blackmail on miguel.

miguel rolled his eyes and scoffed "whatever" he looked back at you. he was surprised to see that you were still peacefully sleeping despite the commotion.

he covered your ears and then spoke out sternly to the spiders "alright, everybody out right now" he barked at them. the spiderpeople paled and ran out. he looks down at you and smiles softly, uncovering your ears.

by some miracle, you managed to sleep through the commotion. he looks down and sighs, he needs to get up. he poorly attempts to leave his spot without disturbing you but it seems impossible.

he shakes you gently "hey kid..i need you to wake up" he says softly.

you wake up with a yawn, stretching out your arms and then signing a quick sorry to him.

he just smiles at you "it's alright kid" he says.

its almost...weird to see miguel like this.. with a smile on his face, not having work on his mind for once in his life. you want to continue to see him this happy. "i have leftover empanadas if you want some" you sign, offering him some of his favorite food.

he nods "sure kid". the two of you happily eat empanadas together, stuck in your own little world.

A/N: meanwhile somewhere out there miles is just like-tf? why cant that be me?💀

ANYWAYS ITS RLLY SHORT SORRY. IM GENUINELY SO DELULU FOR HIM BUT MY BRAIN HAS BEEN MORE EMPTY THAN USUAL

#across the spider verse #miguel o'hara #atsv #miguel o'hara x gender neutral reader #platonic relationships #teen!reader #teen reader #miguel spiderverse #atsv miguel #platonic!reader #platonic reader #rawr #miguel o'hara fanfiction #oneshot

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penny-anna · 4 months

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His first thought, on laying eyes on his new assistant, was God, but he’s young. He quickly revised his judgement; after all, people could and did look younger than their years. But still. In his line of work, it was rare to encounter someone quite so – fresh-faced. “Marty, this is Doctor B,” said Strickland, motioning at him. “He’s the head of your department. Doctor, this is your new assistant, Marty M.” They were standing in the hallway outside Manufacturing and Development. It was a little after ten thirty in the morning. Marty M was flanked by Strickland on one side and a security guard on the other; he had on a wide-eyed, dumbstruck look that Emmett recognised vaguely from his previous, rare encounters with new hires. Clearing his throat, he stepped forward and offered up a friendly handshake. “Good morning,” he said. “I’m Doctor B. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” The kid – it was difficult not to think of him as a kid – had his arms folded across his chest. He made no move to return the handshake. He looked at Emmett’s outstretched hand. His eyes went to his face; they tracked, slowly, up and down his body, taking all of him in. Then he turned and bolted like a frightened animal. “Oh, my,” said Emmett, as he vanished around the corner with a squeak of shoes on hard floor. The security guard was laughing. “Mr Murphy!” barked Strickland. “On it,” said the security guard. “I’ll get him – don’t worry.” He jogged away in pursuit. For a long and uncomfortable moment Emmett stood in the doorway of M&D, trying not to meet Mr Strickland’s unfalteringly stern gaze. “Uh,” he said, looking somewhere in the direction of his left ear. “How’s the orientation going?” “He’s been trying to give us the slip all morning,” said Strickland. “Ah,” said Emmett. “I’ve had worse,” Strickland added. He did not elaborate. There was a yell, nearby; and the security guard rounded the corner, half-carrying, half-dragging Marty M, arms firmly around his waist. “Let me go!” the kid was yelling. “Let go – let go of me –” His feet fully left the ground, kicking out at the air, his hands grasping at nothing, and at the look on his face Emmett’s guts twisted. “Feistiest new hire we’ve had in a while, huh?” said the security guard.

hey guys!! big news!! after stalling at like 99% completion for many weeks, i finished this monster of a Back to the Future/Severance AU tonight!! i have titled it 'Welcome to the Panopticon'.

When will it be published?

as soon as i finish editing chapter 1

What if I like Back to the Future but haven't seen Severance?

i would recommend you watch Severance bcos it does slap, however, the majority of the relevant worldbuilding is recapped in the fic so u should be fine

What if I like Severance but haven't seen Back to the Future?

you will have 0 problems with this fic as it has fuck all to do with Back to the Future

What if I haven't seen either?

you can do whatever you want

Why would you combine those 2 things?

listen sometimes you're hyperfixated on a thing and then you watch a really good TV show and you are compelled to plug tab A into slot B even if it makes no sense. idk something something time travel?? alternate selves? idk Severance is just a really fun way to explore character dynamics

How long is it?

it will be my longest published fanfic to date at seven chapters & just shy of 90,000 words!!

Jesus fuck

yeah I know :( read my fic anyway it took me 8 months to write and im very proud

#back to the future #bttf #bttf severance au #severance

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cayennesugar · 8 months

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*insert dazzling electric guitar* YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

Hi, have some more incorrect quote. I also just decided to type out some random stuff myself because I can and why not

Blurr: Can I bother you for a second?

Heatwave: You're always bothering me, but go ahead.

Heatwave: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside

Quickshadow:

Quickshadow: Heatwave, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn...

Heatwave: * Sips coffee from bowl*

Quickshadow: I know you’re deflecting by making jokes about how hot you are.

Mavin: It’s not a joke.

Mavin: *sniffles*

Mavin: I’m a legit snack.

Boulder: *holding a bottle* Is this whiskey or perfume?

Heatwave: *chugs entire bottle*

Heatwave: It’s perfume.

Blurr: H-

Heatwave: Oh. My. Primus. DIDN’T HIGHTIDE LOCK YOU IN HIS SHIP AND TAKE TO THE MIDDLE OF THE ATLANTIC OCEAN HOW ARE YOU HERE!?!? WHERE IS HIGHTIDE????

Blurr:

Heatwave: WHERE IS HIGHTIDE OH MY PRIMUS-

Boulder: WHAT’S YOUR TYPE

Heatwave: Anything, honestly, but nerds especially

Boulder, desperately, as Heatwave bleeds out: YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave: Oh! B positive.

Boulder: DONT TRY TO CHEER ME UP JUST TELL ME YOUR BLOOD TYPE

Heatwave:

Quickshadow: Blurr. Why is the cat on fire (Mr. Pettypaws)

Blurr: I swear I didn’t do anything-

Quickshadow: The cat is on fire Blurr, and you’re holding a barrel of gasoline and a lighter. Where did you even get a lighter that big??-

Blurr, as Mr. Pettypaws sits unaware his thick coat Is on fire: Oh crazy story, Sideswipe came over and-

Quickshadow: ok the cat’s on fire let me save your aft before you get deported off the planet-

Salvage: finally, it’s the weekend. Hey Boulder, wanna go to Blossom Vale and do some sight-seeing?

Boulder: Sure!

Boulder: I wonder how everyone else is spending their weekend

Heatwave who somehow got access to Hightide’s cockpit and is already making the ship sink: I’m a boat, calm down, I know how to do this- I think-

*Hightide screaming and Servo barking in the background*

Quickshadow: Mavin, stop, you’re dropping fries everywhere, Mavin, please, these are expensive leather seats you better be cleaning me up later, Mavin, oh my Primus Mavin, Mavin you’re getting it everywhere Mavin I don’t want to smell like Cayenne Mavin, my seats are turning orange Mavin, why are you doing this, I apologize for nearly making you my first victim of vehicular manslaughter. MAVIN, NOT UNDER THE SEATS-

Priscilla: you look old

Mavin: shut thy lips and silence thy vocal cords parentless child

Priscilla: 🧍‍♀️

Kade: *repulsive garbage disposal wheezing*

Blades: I love my team!!!

Dani: …I love your enthusiasm, Blades…

*Quickshadow on the floor in the background sobbing over a message from Optimus and Hightide crouched next to her, laughing maniacally*

Dr. Szeto, who said earlier that she does not do favorites: I’ve only had Quickshadow for a day and a half, but if anything happened to her, I would kill everyone on this planet and then myself

Boulder: why does everyone think I’m innocent, someone tried to invade the island yesterday and I slammed their head into the ground killing them instantly…

Im sleepy, goodnight 🏃‍♀️

#Dr. Szeto #tfrb #transformers rescue bots #Maccadam #tfrb heatwave #tfrb blades #tfrb hightide #tfrb quickshadow #tfrb salvage #tfrb blurr #tfrb boulder #tfrb Kade #tfrb Dani #tfrb Servo #tfrb Optimus #tfrb Priscilla #tfrb Mavin Danger #tfrb Mr. Pettypaws

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anachronistic-falsehood · 2 months

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whiskey... whsikey..... give us a birthday treat..... u should post. a snip from ur shane fic that u really like. as a treat. OR. go write like a single sentence on it. a paragraph perhaps. birthday TREAT

MACCCC HELLO <3 ok ok i will give u. a snippet. chapter 1 is done but i gotta come up with a fic title and i wanna write a couple chapters before i start posting it. ALSO MAC MAC sidebar w u for a second. would it b possible for me 2 write mackerel in the fic?? not like a whole lot but as a background sillyguy?? ur canonically my best man at the wedding so i would love 2 include them if thats ok IF NOT THATS FINE but if so can u infodump abt ur farmer 2 me?? i gotta write them correctly if im gonna include them at all OK ANYWAY HERE'S A LIL SNIPPET FROM THE SHANE FIC <3

“Hey, Shane.”

“For the last time, I don’t want to talk to you.”

Brandy barks out a laugh as if Shane is just joking, and he heaves a sigh into his glass of beer. It’s a Friday, so the saloon is crowded tonight, and there’s a good handful of other people Brandy could talk to, but apparently pestering Shane has become his favourite hobby, because he slides right into his usual barstool and smiles at Shane with a drink in his hand.

“So I looked at the calendar for spring,” Brandy says. “Tomorrow is the Egg Festival? What’s that like?”

Shane furrows his brow. “What, you didn’t have that outside the valley?”

“Well, sorta, but I never really participated. But even then, you guys seem to have a lot of festivals that no one else does. What’s the Flower Dance?”

“You’ll figure it out when it happens. Lewis organizes everything, I’m sure he’ll fill you in during the festivals.”

“Well, maybe I want to be prepared. Just tell me what the Egg Hunt is like?”

Shane scowls. “How many times do I have to tell you I don’t want to talk to you before you actually leave me alone?”

Brandy hums. “At least twenty.”

Fuck, there’s no getting rid of him.

#whiskey plays sdv #brandy and shane HATE each other for a hot minute before the romance happens #enemies 2 lovers <3

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Suspicious Saturday with Lloyd and his Pumpkin. He left her in the morning and went to 'work', but he felt something was up - she was a bit too calm for his liking. He checked with her through the day, she said she was fine, went shopping - even bodyguard that was assigned to her confirmed that. What Lloyd didn't know that his Pumpkin decided to surprise him with dinner date at their house - she cooked almost everything herself. Because even though he is smug, stubborn son of b, he keeps her safe and takes care of her, and Pumpkin is grateful.

I don’t know if you and this anon are the same, but I decided to combine the two

“I’m fine.” Lloyd looked at the camera, studying the images that were on his cellphone, eyeing up the empty rooms that should have been occupied by you.

“What are you doing pumpkin?” He touched base with you throughout the day, suspicious of your manner of calmness that had come over you in the morning before he left. You were, in no certain terms, hiding something from him while feigning that everything was fine.

“Anything particular you’re looking for?” He had heard the sound of soft clanging through the phone and the subtle beeping of something in your background.

“Nothing particular, I’ll see you when you get home.”

“You’re not hiding anything from me are ya, pumpkin? Cause you know I’ll find out.”

“You’re so suspicious.” He could feel and see you rolling your eyes through the phone, though neither was an act he wished to scold you for.

He liked it when his little soulmate wife was a brat.

Lloyd was not prepared to see the house in the state it was, nor was he prepared to have you trouncing from the kitchen in a sexy floral black dress and his favourite heels. He was taken back by the manner in which you had greet with him a quick yet sultry kiss and helped him remove his jacket, tossing it on the rack.

“I made dinner, and I have wine and there’s your favourite dessert-“

“This was your surprise, pumpkin? My little wife is playing house?”

“I have big news that I need to tell you.” You grabbed his hand and started tugging him behind you, hesitating and stopping when he had received a phone call blaring on his cell.

“Give me a minute, pumpkin.” He reached around and squeezed your waist, bidding you hello and goodbye as he distanced himself to take the call.

You watched as he walked away, gripping his phone tightly in his hands while he moved. He had stepped out of your view and you turned on your heel and strode back to the kitchen, setting up the area as you had seen fit.

“I told you to get it done!” Lloyd’s voice, aggressive and demanding, had risen to the kitchen, carrying with power and animosity. “Fucking morons!”

“Lloyd…” you mumbled under your breath. “Don’t keep me waiting forever…”

You shuffled around the kitchen, keeping yourself busy as dinner had been kept warm. Your dress was becoming wrinkled from the manner of which you were waiting and fidgeting. Everything was ready, save for Lloyd.

“I don’t give a damn about the procedures! I want his head on a fucking pike and I wanted it yesterday!”

“Okay.” You sighed and started walking out of the kitchen back to his study, sparing no hesitation as you opened the door and stepped in. “Lloyd get off the phone.”

“Pumpkin-“ you rolled your eyes again and grabbed the phone from him, sidestepping his attempted swat, and held it up to your ear.

“Listen you arrogant little snipe,” you barked your own orders into the phone, your patience worn thin, “if you don’t do your job and get your shit done as needed, I’ll kick your ass myself. Lloyd is busy, I’m busy, get your head out of your ass.”

You ended the call and pressed the phone back to his chest, giving him an icy glare that was not contested. You grabbed his hand and used the strength you had to drag him behind you, fearing neither the sadistic man you called husband or the weapons he had on him.

“Im impressed by your fire, pumpkin but don’t interrupt my calls.” Lloyd attempted to scold you, attempted to reprimand you and in its failed wake, you slid a shirt you had made for him, toward him.

“Surprise, Lloyd Hansen.” On top of the shirt was the hunk of plastic, the tiny plus stealing his attention.

“I ate a pumpkin seed?” Lloyd stole the shirt and the pregnancy test and stared them down with eyes narrowed. “This some kind of joke? You better not be fucking with me-“

“I ate a pumpkin seed,” you reiterated and pressed his hand against your belly, “that test is the last of six I took. We’re having a baby.”

#lloyd hansen #Lloyd Hansen & pumpkin #Lloyd Hansen and his pumpkin

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sl-newsie · 1 year

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Be Patient ( Riff x Brooklyn girl) *Mafia*

“Ey, Scar! I need to talk to ya!” King barks from his throne of crates.

I groan as I get up from my fishing post and walk up to the infamous ‘King of Brooklyn.’

“Whaddaya want, Spot?”

“What if I told you that you was get’n married tomorrow?”

I burst out laugh’n, hold’n my sides like a maniac. “I’d say you’s been in the sun too long, Spotty!”

His eyes narrow and he hops down from his perch. He’s only a few inches taller than me, but from his gaze I feel way more smaller.

“Quit the sarcasm, Scar. You’s get’n married tomorrow, capiche?”

He- He’s really not kidding?

I gape. “Wait- Wha… Colon, why the Hell am I get’n married? I ain’t even been asked out before!”

“Exactly, so you’s open for suitors. It just so happens that one-a the Jets needs a lady, so I set ‘im up with you.”

By now I’m pacing back and forth, trying to comprehend this ridiculous idea.

“Wh- Why’d you have to rope me into this? What’s so important ‘bout this guy get’n a goil?”

Spot crosses his arms. “Made an agreement that if you did this there’d be no more rumbles.”

“Colon, why the Hell would you do that?! Ya can’t just sell me off as some peace deal! If you think I’s gonna go through with this you’re crazy!”

He gets up in my face. “I say you are, ‘cause I’m tired-a Lorton and his rumbles! And I know you are too, ‘cause I’ve seen how you react to all the injuries you wrap up! Yeah we win, but we’s been get’n our asses kicked along the way! Give’n you to the Jets is the only way I can guarantee no more rumbles!”

I cannot believe this!

“How is me marrying a complete stranger any type of guarantee?!”

Spot smirks. “Don’t worry, I think it will.”

“So… I’m just a pawn to you? You know I’ve given all I have to the Brooklyn mafia- how could you just- just sell me away?!”

Spot holds up his hands. “Now Scar, I ain’t sell’n you away, I’s just look’n out for the family-”

“By giving me away? To the Jets of all mobs? Why not ‘Hattan or the Sharks? I’s got friends there!”

“Too bad, you’s marrying a Jet. That’s that.”

“And if I refuse?” I glare.

Spot then pushes me against a crate. “Then you’ll have to live through the guilt-a seeing more and more Brooklyn kids bleed in the street!”

“I- I…” I gotta get outta here!

I push past King and take off across the bridge towards the West Side, tears streaming down my face. How can he do this- after all I’ve done? I keep running until I reach Anita’s neighborhood in the West Side- a place swarming with Puerto Ricans and thriving culture. Why couldn’t I live here instead? I gotta get help.

I climb up the fire escape and into a familiar window.

“Hello? Anita? Maria? It’s Scarlet!” I call out.

“Scarlet? Mi querida, what are you doing here? How did you escape Spot?” Anita asks from the kitchen.

I roll my eyes. “More like escaped his wrath! The bastard married me off to some Jet boy!”

“What?!” Maria gasps. “You’re married?!”

“No, not yet. I got ‘til tomorrow unless I skip town. But King says that the marriage will be a peace agreement between Brooklyn and the West Side, so if I leave I’ll just mess up everything even more. B- But how can I just marry a complete stranger?!” I sit down holding my face in my hands while Maria comforts me.

“Don’t worry, mi querida. I’m sure it won’t be that bad-”

“That bad? After what they did to you and the other Sharks?” I outburst.

Anita hands me a cookie. “Si, Si, the Jets had their… moments with the Sharks, but after Tony and Maria’s marriage they’ve been on good terms ever since. Besides, Colon wouldn’t just send you off with a half-crazed random lunatic.”

“Still… I can’t believe he’d just spring this on me! I- I’ll be married tomorrow…”

Maria stands up. “But for now you’re not. Vámonos! We are going to pick out a dress for you. Anita, will you do the honors?”

Anita gets a wicked grin and begins leading me out of the apartment. “Vámonos, mi querida! We’re going to find you the prettiest dress in all of New York!”

We rush outside and into multiple isles of vibrant fabric, overflowing with reds, greens, blues, and other colors I hadn’t even seen before.

“Hold on, chica! I think you’ll look best in blue…” Anita scans the fabrics.

“But Brooklyn’s color is red-” I argue.

“And you’re marrying a Jet, so color codes don’t count! Red washes your eyes out, so blue it is! Here!” Anita holds up a piece of deep turquoise, like that of a deep sea. “Perfecto! Give me 12 hours, and I guarantee you the most beautiful dress you’ll ever wear in your life!”

I groan. “No, Anita- you really don’t have to do that-”

“Of course I do, chica. If this rushed wedding is going to be the biggest event of your life, then you will be properly dressed! I want that Jet boy to see you and fall right over!”

I chuckle. “That’ll be a nice get-to-know-you moment.”

“Exactamente! Now Maria, take her away so I can get started- I want it to be a surprise!” She ushers us away and heads back to the apartment.

Maria beckons me towards a bakery. “Here, Scarlet. Let’s pick out a cake!”

I scoff. “I’ll barely be able to afford paying Anita for the dress, much less a cake!”

“Oh nonsense! Anita will sew the dress for free! And we’re just window browsing- not really buying.”

We almost reach the bakery when I see-

“Crap.” I grit my teeth. “It’s Pulitzer.”

“What?”

“Pulitzer, New York police chief. He’s been look’n for me to get to Spot- I can’t let him see me!”

I frantically look for a way out, but come up empty.

“Ooh! Here!” Maria starts smudging my face with mud.

“Maria what in the woild-!”

“Don’t rub it off- the mud will make you look Puerto Rican!” She also uses mud to cover up my Brooklyn red tank top. After finishing up, she takes a good look. “Ahí está! Perfect!”

We linger behind some crates while we wait for Pulitzer to pass, when an arm yanks me away.

“Hola, señorita. Me thinks you wouldn’t mind tell’n me about some-a your Shark friends.”

Uh-oh. It’s Morris Delancy- and no doubt his brodda ain’t far behind.

“Run! Run, Maria! Run before they-!”

Morris clamps a hand over my mouth.

“Ah, you ain’t one-a them. You’s just one dirty goil, ain’t ya?” He chuckles darkly.

“I swear, Morris- I got a knife! You try anyth’n and I’ll turn you from a rooster to a hen faster than you can blink!”

“Shut up, skank!”

“Hey!” A voice shouts.

Morris is yanked away from me and before I know it is be’n beaten to a pulp by-

“Lorton?”

It is Lorton- Riff Lorton, the Jet leader himself. God, he must know who I'm marry’n tomorrow. And if he sees a Brooklyn member on his turf… I can’t let him know.

“And if I see you or your brodda on my turf again I’ll gladly give you anodda shiner!” Lorton wipes blood from his lip and then sees me sprawled in the dirt.

“Hey girly girl- you sure know how to pick a fight! Need a hand?” He helps me up and I can’t help but be surprised as to how considerate he’s being.

“So- ya new in town, señorita?”

He must think I’m Puerto Rican!

“Um- Si, I am. And uh- gracias. Thank you for your help, but now I gotta go.” I turn and quickly walk back towards the bakery when I feel Riff’s hand find mine again.

I look back and he’s smirking.

“Wow girly- I donno what’s worse. Your accent or your Spanish!”

I groan and hang my head in defeat. “Ok fine, I ain’t Puerto Rican. But it draws the cops off my back. Anyways, why’re you so nice to Puerto Ricans all-a the sudden, Lorton? I thought you hated them.” I cross my arms.

Lorton scratches his neck. “Gotta say, Tony really changed my perspective. Maria changed his whole woild, and in do’n so changed a lotta things around here. I ain’t like I used to be. But enough about me, who’re you, doll?”

“I- Uh-” I inch away more, but Lorton only cages me in even more.

“I know everybody from the West Side, but I ain’t ever seen you before. As a mafia leader, I gotta know, so I asks again: who are you?”

I glare up at his smirking face, then sigh in defeat.

“Name’s Scar, from Brooklyn. And before ya say anyth’n I’ll gladly leave your turf.”

I expect Lorton to start beat’n me up, but instead he seems surprised. “Really? Brooklyn? I’dve thought ‘Hattan foist, or Queens. By the look-a ya I’d say Colon treats you well.”

“Yeah, ‘till he betrayed me,” I mudda.

“Huh?”

I sigh again. Here it comes.

“Colon got me mixed up in some peace agreement and now my whole life’s plans are down the drain. But why do you care? Just-” I scoff and duck under his arm to continue walk’n. “Just let me leave, please! I gotta make sure Maria’s ok.”

“Oh, you’re friends with Maria? Then you must know Tony, and Cowboy.”

I nod. “When you know one, chances are ya meet all of ‘em.”

“Except me,” Lorton points out.

“Except you.”

“Well… whaddya think?” He raises a brow.

I stop and give Lorton a good look. “More gentleman-like than your reputation says. You’s certainly cleaned up, Lorton-”

“Call me Riff,” Lorton takes my hand and kisses it, nearly cause’n me to jerk away. “No need for formal names. I only use it dure’n mob business.”

I gulp. “Um, ok. But seriously Riff, I gotta go meet Maria to make sure she’s ok-”

“She is. If she weren’t, Baby John wouldda reported it. Believe me, I got connections everywhere, doll. So now that you got my name, can I have yours?”

“I told you it’s Scar.”

“I don’t think so- pretty goil like you has a real name. So what is it?”

“Pushy, ain’t ya? Fine- it’s Scarlet. Just don’t go spill’n it, ‘cause like you I got my own reputation to worry ‘bout, though after tomorrow I mine as well say goodbye to that too…”

“Sounds like this peace deal’s really get’n to ya.” Riff… actually sounds worried.

“Eh, I’ll grow into it. If it means what Colon says it means, it’ll be a big help to everybody. Now please, Riff- let me go find Maria.”

Riff seems hesitant, but then lets my hand go- and for some dumb reason I feel sad to leave. He’s really not a bad guy, and not bad to look at either...

“See ya later, Scarlet. I’ll keep tabs on those Delancys, alright?”

I nod. “Nice to finally meet the Jets leader. See ya, Riff.”

I walk back to the bakery and find Maria holding a box of donuts.

“Scarlet, mi querida! Are you alright?”

I nod. “Had some trouble, but… I think I just met Riff Lorton.”

She squints. “You think?”

“Yeah. I met him but he’s… not a jerk. He’s… actually quite nice.”

Later I eventually make my way back to Brooklyn, drag’n my feet in an attempt to avoid Spot’s rage. When I get back to the red Brooklyn mafia building I’m met by Danny.

“Hiya, Scar. Colon’s been wait’n for ya.”

I groan. “Where?”

He points up. “In his office.”

I climb the ruby stairs and cautiously pace down the dark hallway to Spot’s door. I knock three times.

“Enter.”

I open the door and find Colon at his desk, going over documents.

“Ah, Scar. Ya finally came to your senses. Glad to have ya back.”

“Colon, I’ll do your stupid marriage. But just tell me one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“Will this random stranger make me happy?” I bite my lip.

Colon thinks for a moment, then nods. “Yes, I think he will. I wouldn’t have you do this if I didn’t think it was safe. Just trust me, ok? Now go get some sleep- we meet with the West Side tomorrow at noon.”

I gulp. “Um- Maria and Anita have a dress for me, so I’ll meet you at the church.”

Spot nods again. “Alright, but if you skip out on this-” he picks up a knife and twists the gleaming blade in his hands. “-don’t ever bother come’n back.” he adds darkly.

I give a stiff nod and head back to my bunk- not even sure I’ll be able to fall asleep before my life changes forever…

When I knock on Anita’s door the next morning, I’m run’n on only 4 hours-a sleep. Already feel’n nauseous, I donno how I’m gonna be able to make it through today.

“Anita! It’s Scarlet! I’m get’n married at noon!”

Maria open the door, wear’n a wide-eyed expression.

“At noon?! Ay ay! That only gives us a few hours!” She lets me in and leads me to Anita’s sewing room.

“Here we are, chica!” Anita holds up- without a doubt, then most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen!

“Oh Anita… you really shouldn’t have!” I reach out to feel the sheek fabric.

“Not now, mi querida! Now we must get you ready!

I what seems like seconds, it’s already 11:45 and I’m follow’n Maria to the church.

“I donno, Maria. What if- What if he doesn’t like me? What if I ain’t good enough?”

“Nonsense, chica! You will be an amazing wife, just as you are a good friend! No crying, or your makeup will run!”

We reach the church and already I can see Anita sit’n with Bernardo and a few odda Sharks next to Bucky and the odda Brooklyn members. Maria joins them while I go find Colon, but not before I scan the odda side-a the isle. I recognize Mouthpiece, Racetrack’s brodda, and a few odda Jets- but I don’t see Riff. Odd. But I do see Cowboy and a few odda ‘Hattan fellas.

I reach Spot in the back with the priest, and I nearly collapse when I realize what’s about to happen.

“Calm down, Scar. It’s your wedding- try to relax-”

“Relax? Spot, how can I relax when I’m about to marry a complete stranger?” I gasp.

“I wouldn’t say ‘complete.’” A voice says.

I whip my head around and see-

I gasp. “Riff?”

“Hey doll. How ya feel’n?”

Riff, Riff Lorton, is wear’n a tux.

“Wow.” He looks at my dress. “You look… stunning!”

He cleans up nice too- wait.

“Riff- I- I- You’re the one I’m…?” I look frantically between Spot ‘nd Riff, who both nod.

“Told ya it wouldn’t be that bad, Scar,” Colon says.

“B- But- He- I- Not good enough…” I studda complete nonsense as I try to wrap my head around this. Riff… my husband?

“Hey, hey…” Riff helps me sit down and gently wraps an arm around me. “I know ya hate me, Scarlet. But you gotta know- I never wanted this either. I don’t think I’s husband material- but when Colon brought up a deal about no more rumbles… It just works bedda for everybody. And- I’m sorry for make’n you do this. I didn’t know who I was marry’n either, but I godda say I’m glad it’s you.” He looks deep into my eyes. “Please forgive me, Scarlet.”

I choke down a hiccup. “But- Am I good enough? I wanna make sure there’ll be no more rumbles, but what if I’m not good enough for you?”

Riff’s eyes are now glazed over and his breaths are shaky as he grips me tighter- and by now I’m lean’n into him in fear of faint’n.

“God, Scarlet- you’s already shown me how good-a person you are. You don’t gotta prove anyth’n, and from what Colon says-”

“No.” I state firmly. “I want you to know me from how you see me, Riff, not from what Colon’s told you. I- I’ll marry you willingly, but you gotta let me get to know you. Like I said, you’s a stranger to me, and I need to know you better. Just… be patient with me.”

Riff nods, a tear trickling down his cheek.

“Riff, what’s wrong? Did I-?”

Riff buries his face in my neck and hugs me tighter. “God, I never thought I’d find a goil will’n to put up with me-”

“Yeah, yeah, cry me a river! C’mon, Lorton- get ready!” Colon pulls Riff away and has him follow the priest towards the altar. “Good luck, Scar!”

But- He- I can’t believe the biggest moment of my life is being so- so belittled and rushed!

The ceremony is cheap- no decorations, no music. But if this means I’ll get to spend my life with Riff, maybe it’ll all be worth it.

The que for me to walk is a brief nod from Colon, who looks bored out of his mind. I see Maria and Anita silently clapping for me, and some-a the boys are stare’n at my dress.

“Sweet Jesus…”

“Who made that?”

“Riff’s one lucky guy!”

I look ahead and see a Riff, who’s nervously biting his lip. When I reach the altar I don’t even hear the priest’s woids- I just stare at Riff.

“I’ll take care of you, Scarlet. I promise,” he whispers.

I give a shy smile. “I know you will, Jet Boy.”

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slythereen · 26 days

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again i am questioning how much of this is actually directed at me, because i agree with you entirely! i think it’s definitely a lewis+ferrari combination (2/3 of his “regrets”), not JUST lewis, as well as all of the other considerations. this could be in response to me paraphrasing it as “lewis draws in newey (possibly)” in my original post, but i don’t really have anything else to add here b/c i agree

That's not to you at all. Im not sure to whom it is. I just got tired from the lewis ferarris new God who saved us from fumbling by his holly presence narrative and wanted to bark somewhere. Sorry for using your asks.

(Btw, i love lewis. He is my top 3 driver, and I welcomed him with happy tires, but some of his fans got me migraines sometimes)

oh not to worry, my asks are open season! i embrace my role as billboard and messenger pigeon 🫡

& i feel you. LH isn’t one of my drivers but he’s okay people in my mind. but the narratives….. yeah they give me heartburn and it’s only 2024 still 😭

#one eye on the race one eye on this trying to stay cool #I am still stressed why is my darling baby Oscar doing this #*oracles

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wellthebardsdead · 1 year

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Marigold: how did you get the nickname piper by the way~ were those rumours around the academy true?

Taliesin: I thought you would have figured it out by now. I’ve given you a personal demonstration after all~

Marigold: hmm I think I’ll need another one for it to sink in~

Taliesin: what and have your army of lovers come attack me for it again~? I swear all of riften was ready to jump me when set foot in the guild.

Marigold: oh please I saw you eyeing up Maul too.

Taliesin: I thought he was Kaidan from a distance can you blame me~? *sips his wine* what was your first time like if you don’t mind me asking?

Marigold: …

*flashback*

Marigold: *attending a gala at the palace, snuck away from his parents to go find Caryalind and his friend so they could sneak out and have fun only to have his arm grabbed by his betrothed instead* A-Ancano? Y-you’re here too?

Ancano: Of course~ I took time away from my duties the moment your father told me you’d be here. *pulls him in close and walks with him towards the gardens*

Marigold: o-oh… I-I hope it won’t leave a blemish in your record. I-I know attendance is of high importance in becoming a notable justiciar. *stares out at the gardens as his fiancé leads him down the stairs from the balcony and onto the path leading into the blossoming trees, far away from the eyes of the party going on inside*

Ancano: *squeezes his hip a little harshly, unaware of his betrotheds true past and the pain such actions can cause him* even if it does it’ll have been worth it to spend tonight with you… *stops as they reach the pond and the willow trees lazily dancing about in the nights breeze*

Marigold: *whimpers a little and clings to him for support as his grip sends a sharp pain down his leg* I-I’m flattered as always. I-it’s rare I get to spend time alone with you these days after the… incident…

Ancano: oh Fleur… *pulls him in close gently stroking his cheek* I’m still so sorry for that. I never meant to scare you…

Marigold: *visibly trembling, in both pain & now unease as he stares up at the taller elf* I-I know. I-im sorry for slapping you too I- I-

Ancano: Overreacted, I understand. *slides his hand under the other elf’s robes & tugs on his trousers playfully* I forgive you.

Marigold: *not fully understanding what’s happening but just knowing he doesn’t want it* th-thank you, a-Ancano. W-we should go back b-before my father comes loo- *freezes as the larger elf silences him with a kiss, backing him up against the trunk of a willow tree* mm-!? *bites his lip out of panic making him let go* HELP M-

Ancano: *easily makes short work of his trousers and pins him there between him and the bark, covering his mouth with his hand* Shhh. You’re going to make up for the embarrassment you caused me. Do you have any idea how that could have effected my reputation?! *slides his hand up his exposed thigh lifting it into position*

Marigold: *eyes wide, tears already pouring down his face. Knowing fighting back will only end with more trouble for himself in the end* m-Mmphh… *shakily holds onto the other elf, unable to look away as his fiancés hand holds him in place*

Ancano: *smirks, golden eyes glowing in the shadow of the willow tree* shhh, it’s alright my love… you’ll learn to enjoy it soon enough…

*Present*

Taliesin: *been watching the other high elf stare off at nothing, his eyes glazed over* Marie?… *gently pats his hand*

Marigold: *jumps a little* I- what? Oh heh. Sorry I was trying to remember. It was so long ago it just slipped my mind I guess!

Taliesin: … *pulls his handkerchief out of his pocket and leans over the table, drying the tears spilling over from marigolds eyes* you don’t have to tell me if it hurts…

#tw: noncon #tw: rape #tw: implied sa #tw: implied non con #marigold dragonborn #Altmer dragonborn #skyrim #skyrim taliesin

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unicyclehippo · 2 years

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Hi, ollie. I just wanted to ask a question. I've always admired your writing, your characterization, your voice, and everything. What advice (? Tip? Where to start?) would you give for someone who has trouble writing much less give voice to the characters they want to write (like me)? I'm desperate, I want to write. I just can't seem to start.

gday mate thanks for the sweet message

as for writing, it’s hard bc obviously i don’t know specifically what you’re struggling with but i’ll do my best (disclaimer, im not a professional, etc etc)

one: on whatever paper/document you are using, write some swear words. the worst ones you know, or your favourites. as many times as it takes for you to find it silly & a little fun. check it out! now the page isn’t frighteningly empty anymore & in fact seems to share your annoyance for having been empty

two: plot the scene you want to write. note down what kind of mood it is you want to create & to your collection of swears, add some descriptors. think about the senses - what you see, hear, smell, touch, taste, the temperature, maybe even the altitude. say you want to write about a forest—some descriptors might be old tall trees, smell of crushed leaves, peace. or maybe it’s not that kind of forest or not a peaceful scene at all—dying trees, brittle bark, smell of ash, frightened. in as many descriptors as you like, tell yourself what the environment & mood of the scene is. this doesn’t have to be impressive or life changing stuff, you are building the context & shape of the scene—like building a theatre stage & wheeling in the backdrop & figuring out the brightness of the lights.

next, briefly write what the purpose of the scene is. this could be something like: character A talks to character B about (thing). A wants thing but B won’t give it to them.

once you have that written down, you can start to expand on it. why does A want it? why does A need that thing? why does B refuse to hand it over? block it out—in this scenario, let’s say that the thing is a letter. (immediately i deleted the whole scene i wrote. agonising.)

character A enters the forest. character B is waiting for them. it is a secret meeting - they are both wary. small talk. A asks for the letter. B refuses - counteroffer, more money. A knows the letter is important but doesn’t have more money. A tells them they can get B more money but doesnt have it now. B refuses to give the letter until they are paid. A is desperate - attacks B. they fight. A wins. B is (injured/dead). & this is now a whole new problem for A.

when you have the descriptors & scaffolding for a scene, you will know: the Space it is set in, the Mood you want to create, and the Direction the scene is moving in.

after this, it’s a matter of writing the scene itself & i regret to inform you that there are as many ways of doing this as there are writers in the world. this is why people talk about “finding your voice” because the way you tell the story speaks to what you find to be important: what you find necessary to the scene; whose point of view you want to write from; how granular you get with descriptions of what they’re wearing—very important in, say, a romance or a courtly intrigue.

hopefully, having a scaffold for the scene & knowing where it starts & ends will help. i know it does for me.

three: the most important thing to remember about character imo is that they need to Want something. they’re the drive of the story, whether it’s a novel or a drabble. in this plotted scene, A wants the letter desperately & B wants money but there’s a second level to it as well. A wants the letter because of what it might reveal to them/about them & B wants to feel powerful, using a desperate person for their own ends. when you block out your scene, take a minute to think about what your characters want. Kurt Vonnegut wrote “Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.” think about that. think about how A is so worried about this letter that they haven’t paused to eat or drink. hunger gnawing at their belly. tongue stuck to the roof of their dry mouth, lips cracked.

as always, i suggest reading a story you love and taking the time to analyse scenes to uncover how the author is doing precisely this - how is mood & space being created, how do i know who is speaking & how they say it without character tags (a tag is the she said, she exclaimed, name said, name yelled), how does the scene move to create/release tension

i use prompts as a way of writing short scenes for character. there’s heaps of sites out there that will spit out random prompts for you if you want to practise doing something similar.

hope this helps, hope this is the kind of advice you were looking for. have an awesome day ☀️

#you can ignore this #writing tag

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