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[lukeskqwalker]

honestly, the way I see it, comic books are like greek mythology. all the stories are true and also none of them are. that character would NEVER do that except in that issue that they did. AND, in that vein, the stories are told and retold in different ways throughout the ages by different people. comic book "canon" is so laughable bc you feasibly argue that character X is the height of morality while on the other hand, in other works, a smarmy author wrote them as a gross asshole. so what is true? whatever needs to be true for the story you're trying to tell. whats not true? whatever you didn't like about them.

#IM THINKIN ABOHT XMEN AGAIN YALL #but also I'm thinking of nightwing specifically #and also gambit bc have you ever read his wiki page? it's WILD. #genuinely I feel like it's impossible to enjoy comics if you can't mentally throw away stupid shit as you read #COMIC BOOM CHARACTERS ARE LIKE PUBLIC USE OCS OK #edit: how did y'all FIND this dhsggshshdhd #I didn't even tag it omgggg

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Roscoe came in your askbox to wish you happy birthday and let you know that he loves you and he's coming to hug you 🥺💚🎉 (also happy bday again hehe :3)

OMGGGG MINA 😭😭😭 i didn't see this til now help!!!! sorryyy :(( thank you so so much tho, i love youuuu and i love roscoe, thank you both for the wishes mwha 🥰🥰

#i'm a mess 😭😭 #apparently have 3 asks from you in my inbox and didn't even know!!?? #you'd think i get 1000 notes per day and they get lost in between them but i really don't 😭 i'm just a mess #but love u so so much mina!!!! 💙💙💕💕 #mina tag #ALSO LOVE YOUR NEW URL OMGGGG !!!! #yukiseat #nico answers

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part twenty-five

summary: you were back in the capitol, and you would be damned if you didn't try your hardest to make it worthwhile.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.5k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: the fluff in this one omgggg :')

my asks are also open to talk about this series! (i do have emoji anons open now too!)

send me any and all of your thoughts! here!

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Coryo's new shoes were giving him blisters by the time he got out of the car outside the Citadel. Breaking in shoes was almost worse than dealing with the ill-fitting ones he wore before he was awarded the Plinth Prize.

Knowing what this meeting with Dr. Gaul was about didn't even calm him. He didn't like leaving you at home, although Tigris promised she wouldn't leave you alone. This meeting was about you, he was sure, though he hadn't been told specifically. Considering it is about you, he thought you should have at least been extended an invite.

Taking the spiral staircase down toward Dr. Gaul's lab, his shoulder begins to ache. The last time he was here, he was digging his fingers into his still-fresh stitches to tear them apart. He did it for you, but he still almost shudders at the aching reminder making itself present under his skin.

"I'm here to speak with Dr. Gaul, she requested my presence." He tells the staff at the desk, adjusting the front of his jacket. If he was going to plead a case for you, he had to look presentable. Put together. There should be no evidence that the time he spent in District Twelve rubbed off on him, that would just make him plain unreliable.

He feels the familiar buzz of the door to the woman's lab unlocking and he quickly thanks them, making his way in. Deep breaths. Remain calm, indifferent.

"Mister Snow." The familiar false cheeriness in Dr. Gaul's voice greets him from somewhere behind the shelves housing a variety of tank-bound experiments she had done. "I've been expecting you, come in."

Wordlessly he obeys, following her voice around a corner. "Dr. Gaul, it's good to see you."

She smiles, and even though he knows it's born from the same formality as his very own, he's almost tempted to feel welcomed. "How was your trip to Twelve?" She asks, returning her attention to the birds in the cages that lined the wall almost up to the high ceiling.

"It was good." He nods. "I learned a lot."

"I'm sure you did." She chuckles, and as he walks closer and gets a better look at the birds, he recognizes them.

Jabberjays.

You're walking through the trees in front of him, almost reaching the meadow. Coryo watches your dress as it flows with your every step, brushing against the back of your thighs and the plants that slide smoothly over the scars that adorned your calf.

It had become a daily routine that he was grateful for since the first day you brought him out to the same meadow. This is how he had pictured you from that very first day. It was exactly what he had come here for. You had made all that lost time worth it within a week.

He's pulled from the beautiful distraction that is you when you come to an abrupt stop, and he almost bumps into your back. 'What's wrong?' He wants to ask, but he doesn't even get the chance to form the words before you're quickly turning and holding a finger to your lips, signaling for him to be quiet.

He listens, but only because you're smiling. He stares at you as you look up and around into the tree line.

Your eyes light up as they find whatever they are searching for, and then you shift your gaze to his. "Watch this." You whisper, hardly audible.

What he doesn't anticipate following your emphasis on staying silent, is for you to raise your hands around your mouth and begin to shout.

"See how she leans her cheek upon her hand. Oh, that I were a glove upon that hand that I might touch that cheek!" You call out. A small smile pulls at his lips as he sees your eyes trained upwards once again, taking a small step back from him.

And then, in a sound that almost makes him jump, he hears your voice again. And again, and again, but it's not coming from your lips. He looks up.

"They're jabberjays."  You tell him, smiling wide. "I know you don't like birds, but maybe these could change your mind."

Your voice coming from multiple places at once almost makes his head spin. "I'm not sure about that." He says, but his smile sticks.

"They're my favourite. I like to read to them, and they like to read back to me." You explain, turning to continue on your walk.

"My Juliet breathed such life with kisses on my lips," Coryo shouts, smile growing as you turn back around to face him again. Your eyes are crinkled with the smile you wouldn't dare to resist, building on a laugh at the shock of his sudden volume. "That I was revived and became an emperor!" With the final word his arms are raised, as if he's shouting from a rooftop- as if the world was listening and he truly was so powerful as the title implied. With you in front of him, that's just how he felt.

You laugh as his words echo back around you, pressing a hand to your chest and you shake your head. "Coryo-"

Then he's grabbing you around the waist, holding onto you tight as he spins you around. You scream, clinging onto him as your bag slides off your shoulder.

He lets your feet hit the ground as he stops, not yet ready to let you go as you stumble back. You're laughing in his ear, and he's sure he's never heard such a pleasant sound in his life.

You pull away slightly and he lets you, arms still draped over his shoulders. "That wasn't quite right." You giggle.

"What do you mean?" He asks teasingly. "That was just me. I just said that for the first time ever, I don't know what you could possibly be talking about."

"Oh, it sounded a little familiar, is all." You laugh, shaking your head. "But of course, I forgot that you are quite the poet, Coriolanus Snow."

"You underestimate me? I'm wounded." He laughs, mocking offense.

"My dearest apologies, sweet Romeo. That is but my own shortcomings projected onto you." The smile on your face and the sun beaming against your skin could have him convinced he'd died and gone to heaven.

"Shortcomings? My Juliet, that is quite impossible." He shakes his head slightly, smiling at the nickname. "You're perfect, in every way."

You kissed him again, and after a minute when he let you pull back, he was reborn as the emperor of those woods.

"Do you recognize these birds?" Dr. Gaul asks, snapping him away from the warm memory.

"I do." He confirms. "Jabberjays, yes?"

"Yes. They were a Capitol experiment during the war, they would listen to rebel discussions and repeat them back to us. The catalysts for many executions." She explains as he reads over the inscriptions on the front of the cages. "I am having them collected and sent back to see if we can repurpose them into something more useful."

Coryo doesn't say anything, really just waiting for her to get to the point. There was no use dancing around what he was here for, and he especially didn't want to talk about your favourite birds being removed from the Districts. How many of the birds in these very cages have recreated your beautiful voice reciting to them the story of Romeo and Juliet? If you were to go home, would there even be any left for you to read to?

"Anyway," Dr. Gaul claps her gloved hands together, walking away toward a desk and gesturing for him to follow. "I have a few questions for you. There are important things for us to discuss."

"What is this about?" He asks, knowing damn well why he was here.

"I was asked to review a late application for the university, which normally, would not be my responsibility." She states, eyeing him carefully. "I suspect you know why they would ask me to give them approval."

He nods. Dr. Gaul had been teaching at the university for years, he never knew how she had the time.

"Having a Victor apply for admission to the Capitols University was something I never thought I would see." She continues. "But, here we are. I admit, in any normal circumstance, she would be accepted immediately. The application was exceptional."

"She is extremely smart, yes."

"That is part of the problem."

"What problem?" He argues, but she raises a hand to stop him.

"Mister Snow, I thought you would better understand why that is not acceptable. If we allow a District girl to attend our university, that sets the precedent that she is equal to us. That if she can get out of District Twelve, so can they, and when we turn them down, there will be uprisings. I have discussed these concerns with the President, and he agrees."

Coryo resists the urge to roll his eyes. "What is the difference between her and Sejanus Plinth, then? He still tells people he's District. At least she wants to be here."

"Sejanus Plinth is Capitol, whether he likes it or not. I assure you, any friends he had in District Two are no longer fond of him."

"Then this is her chance to become one of us." Coriolanus states, reminding himself again to remain indifferent. "If a Victor of the games can attend the university, winning it will become more desirable. Tributes will actually try, they'll do the mentor's jobs for us if they think that being liked will buy them a win. District kids may very well line up around the block for the opportunity to win their families a better life."

"You're missing the point, Mister Snow." Dr. Gaul says, but he can see she is considering his statement. "We cannot hand these opportunities out to every Victor the games will ever have."

"Then don't." He replies simply. "Let them apply if they want, but they'll have nowhere to live, they won't be able to afford tuition, and none of them will ever be as smart as she is anyways. They won't be accepted. And if they are, we let them try."

She doesn't reply, a small smile growing on her lips.

"Besides, the Capitol isn't handing this to her. The only reason she can afford any of it is me. We can be picky about which, if any of them, we want on our side, but if we give her a chance, convince the Districts and her that she is now one of us, think of what she could do for the games. She understands them almost as well as you, and that could give us an advantage, having the willing perspective of the other side." He knew you would never go for this- of course he did. You couldn't even talk about the games without going pale and struggling to breathe. It ruined you- but she doesn't need to know that. He just needs her to let you stay.

"You make a compelling case for her." Dr. Gaul admits, pulling her gloves off and dropping them onto the desk that stands between them. "But why?"

This was a question he wasn't fully expecting, and luckily he was given more time to come up with an excuse when she spoke again.

"I also noted that on her application it says that she is living with you, yes?"

"Yes."

"Forgive my forwardness, but what is the extent of your relationship to your tribute?"

He sucks in a breath as her heterochromatic eyes stare into him. He wouldn't be shocked if he found out tomorrow that she could read his mind. "We are... friends. I suppose."

"Friends." She hums, eyebrow raised at him. "Then you must be a good friend to have, Coriolanus. Not a lot of friends would fund another's entire life on the Corso."

"Yes, well, like I said, I believe her education could benefit the games."

Dr. Gaul sighs, and he truly cannot tell if she believes him or not. "You may go. Her acceptance letter will be delivered tomorrow."

He nods, turning on his heel to leave. "But, Mister Snow," She stops him and he looks at her over her shoulder. "Don't forget who she really is."

A statement like that didn't dignify a response, so he just continued on. When he walks out of the Citadel to his waiting car, he lets himself smile. He couldn't wait for you to find out.

You were able to convince Tigris to let you out with Sejanus while Coryo was gone. You hadn't seen him since you left the train station, and you just had so much you wanted to talk to him about.

When he rang the doorbell, you were already waiting by the door. You look up at the sound of the buzzer, and Tigris smiles. "That's him." She tells you, walking over to the box on the wall. "If you want to answer the door, you press this button..." She presses it, and you hear static.

"Hi Sejanus, she'll be down in a minute." She says, and you smile when his voice returns.

"Okay, thanks Tigris."

She lets go of the button, smiling at you. "Okay, and if we wanted to unlock the door to let someone up, you press this other button." She points it out.

"Okay. I'll remember that." You promise.

"Oh! And when you come back, there's a panel of buttons outside the door, just press the one next to our name and we'll let you in."

"Thank you! See you in a bit!" You give her a quick wave before leaving.

The elevator was still new to you, but you were getting used to it quickly. This was the first time you had taken it alone, though, and the freedom was honestly exciting.

The elevator dings when you reach the first floor, and as the doors slide open smoothly you step out, the glass doors already in sight where Sejanus was waiting.

You wave excitedly and he smiles at you, giving you a brief wave back before you push the door open. "Hi!"

"Y/N, how are you?" He grins, wrapping his arms around you.

"I'm well." You sigh, arms around his neck. "How are you doing? I've missed you!"

"Fine." He answers, pulling away and guiding you down the stairs toward the black car waiting on the street. You pull up the scarf around your neck to cover the lower half of your face as you walk into view of the street, away from the cover of the building's walls. "To be honest, I am unsure if I was more disappointed or pleased that I didn't hear from you. I took it that you were still settling in, but I hope it's going well."

"It's certainly... going. A lot of things to get used to." You answer and he opens the car door for you, both of you sliding into the back seat. The Snow's had a car and a driver, but it seemed that Coryo enjoyed walking while you were still adjusting. He said it would help you learn better where you were going, he was likely right. "For example, I learned what an 'elevator' is."

Your friend laughs as the car begins to move. "I can imagine that would be confusing."

"Yes!" You giggle. "We got into this tiny room and they just stood there- I was absolutely baffled. They tried not to laugh at me too much, though."

"Now, have you heard of an escalator?" He asks, trying to hold back his laughter as you eye him suspiciously.

"No... Tell me more."

"You're lying!" You laugh as he opens the car door for you once more, stepping out again in an area you hadn't been in before. "Sejanus, I do not believe you. Why on earth would they be stair-shaped then?"

"Because they're too steep for it to just be a travelator, you'd fall."

"A travelator? No." You shake your head. "There is no way that there are three different ways to move from one place to another without just walking, that all have similarly abysmal names. That is ridiculous."

"This whole place is ridiculous." He agrees as you walk up onto the porch of what you assume is his family home. There are even trees in the yard, since it lays on what must be near the edge of the city.

"Can I ask you something?"

He hums as he unlocks the door. "Why do you not live in The Corso?" You ask. "Coryo told me that all the most powerful families live there, and he also said that your family is certainly among them."

"Uhhh..." He mumbles, looking around to make sure no one is too close to hear the somewhat invasive question as he shuts the door behind you. "My Ma liked the property. She liked a home rather than a stuffy penthouse- no offense."

"It wouldn't be my choice, either." You admit. "Alas, it's where I find myself. Not to say that their home is not lovely, I am happy there. It's just... it's nothing like home."

Sejanus nods, offering you a weak smile.

"I... I'm really glad you came back with us." You tell him quietly. "I don't know what I would have done here without you."

He clears his throat, giving a slight shake of his head. "My Ma made lunch, she's really excited for you to be here. Are you okay if we eat with her?"

"Of course, yes." You smile, following him deeper into the halls of a house that you could only describe as a castle.

"So, tell us everything, dear. How has your first week or so been?" His Ma asks, sitting across the table from you.

"It's been good." You smile. "I do have a question, though, and I trust that you will be honest with me." You say, glancing over at Sejanus with a small smile.

"Oh? What is it?" She asks.

"I just learned what an elevator is, and Sejanus told me about... what did you say they were called?"

"Escalators."

"Yes, and the other one?"

"A travelator?"

"Yes." You giggle, looking at his Ma again. "Is that real, or is he trying to pull the wool over my eyes?"

She laughs, putting down her glass. "Yes. They are real, but very rare. I highly doubt you should encounter either. And no one calls them travelators, so I do believe Sej was just trying to overwhelm you."

"Oh! Okay, well, thank you." You laugh, shaking your head. "I don't know what to believe, everything here is so... excessive. If that's the correct word."

"It absolutely is." Ma agrees. "It takes some getting used to. Some days I still get confused or overwhelmed, but it's all for the better I believe."

Sejanus tenses up, and you can see it out of the corner of your eye. "I think this will be better for my family, too. Though, I wish I could have brought them with me. Like you."

"That reminds me!" She says, leaning forward. You're glad- the topic of home can get heavy extremely quickly. Even you know that's not a suitable lunch conversation. "Sej told me you brought your cat, how is it doing?"

When Coryo gets back home, he's just excited to see you. He still has to keep quiet about what he actually went out for, but it will be worth it tomorrow when you see that you got accepted. You don't have to know that it's because he talked them into taking you- he knew you deserved it anyway.

"Tigris?" He calls out as he opens the door, already rethinking the details of the story he would give you.

"In here!" His cousin calls back from her room, and he follows her voice, peeking into the sitting room and then yours on his way there.

"How did it go?" She asks, and he frowns when he sees you weren't in there with her either.

"Where's Y/N?"

"She went out." Tigris smiles. "With Sejanus."

He scrunches up his nose. "Sejanus? He called?"

"Oh, no. She asked if she could call him so I showed her how to use the phone." She smiles. You hadn't had any use for it yet, considering that in correspondence from your family they said they haven't been able to get it installed just yet. He knew how anxiously you were waiting to be able to hear their voices again. "Then they got to talking and he invited her over for lunch, so I think she is just at their house."

"Oh. Okay."

"You look upset." She notes, standing up from her desk where she was putting together the final stitches on a new dress. "Is something wrong?"

"I didn't... I would have liked to know if she planned on going out. It's been hard enough for me to get her out of her room." He explains.

"At least she's getting out, isn't she? This is good for her. She needs to make other friends."

"Sejanus isn't 'other friends'. She was already friends with him."

"All the more reason for her to see him, then." She crosses her arms, dropping her head to the side. "This isn't like you."

"What isn't?"

"Being jealous."

"I'm not I just-" He sighs, lifting his hands up as he stops himself. "It doesn't matter. I talked Dr. Gaul into accepting her. The letter will be here tomorrow."

Tigris decides to drop the topic, the smile returning to her face. "Really?" She grins, hands coming up to her mouth. "Oh, Coryo that's wonderful!"

He smiles, the tension in his shoulders melting away as he nods. "But you can't tell her I spoke with them, okay? She won't like that."

"Yes, yes I won't tell her." She agrees, smiling as she hugs him. "Oh, she's going to be so happy. And I'm so proud of you for helping her. She deserves it."

"Yeah, she really does."

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OMGGGG just finished ‘extra training’ and I absolutely loved it, it was so sexy and flirty, would you indulge us in a second part??? Pretty pleaseeeeeee maybe zoro getting hooked or something and just being the I don’t deserve you but no way in hell anyone else is having you so I’ll be better for you omg I’d dieeeeee

Hello dear anon! I am glad that you liked it :D

This one will not be explicitly smutty since its an anon request, but I hope you like it anyways, i also hope i understood your prompt correctly. Send me a private message if you want to confirm your Age and I'll ad a sexier part

Here's

Extra training 2

-> part 1

You and Zoro have been doing it for a few weeks now, that's when the wheel in his brain starts to turn and ask the inevitable question: what's between you and Mihawk???

You got Zoro to play tag with you in the castle, you thought it would be fun and sexy when he would catch you and that it would lead to lots of sex in different places around the castle. You didn't take his special needs into account though.

It turned into a game of Marco Polo because he lost you at every bend and you had to call out to give him a clue where you are.

"Zoro!" You cooed.

"FUCK WHY IS THERE A WALL" Zoro answered.

"Honey, maybe you just need to follow the hallway?" You helped him.

"Ah yeah I guess" you heard is rough voice come closer and had to giggle.

He peeked around the corner like the green haired monster he was and began chasing you again, arms raised and ready to grab you.

You lead him to a part of the castle where there was a massive room full of couches and mirrors that promised to be lots of fun. If he ever got there.

A loud bang could be heard - "fuck another wall!"

"Honey we're inside, there are walls, just look where you are going!" Zoro looked at you a bit crossing eyed - and since his gaze was fixed on your ass, he bumped against any corner and obstacle in the castle.

Visibly confused, but grinning like the idiot he was, he spotted your ass and chased you into the room.

"oh no, what am I going to do?" you mused, maybe overacting a little as you let yourself fall backwards into the cushions.

He didn't mind.

"I know what I am going to do now" he grinned and jumped on top of you.

Zoro

Apart from being separated from his crew and captain, things were going great for Zoro. He got trained by the best swordsman in the world, he got a girl that was a goddess of sex and was fun to be with. She took care of him and sometimes had more stupid ideas than him.

He could get used to this. He could tease her and chase her, fuck her in all holes and fall asleep in her arms every day. She was like a sexy surprise in this stupid castle.

After spending the day training and the evening pounding her through the mirror room, he was exhausted and fell asleep with a smile. Although he sometimes wondered - why was she here? He didn't ask anymore since she evaded the whole topic pretty expertly and didn't intend to be pushy. But he wondered.

Breakfast with the others has turned somewhat awkward since he and y/n had become a couple. Everyone pretended not to be flustered after another night of explicit sounds echoing through the castle. The pink haired brat was so ashamed as if she had been part of it and moped, Mihawk just looked slightly annoyed, but arrogant as always.

Didn't she mention that Mihawk saved her or something? Zoro wrecked his brain about the first conversations with her, but all he could think of was what had happened when she didn't speak.

He felt like living without her was no option anymore. She had sucked his brain out through his dick and he would always come back for more. He feared, thinking about the future, what he might do without her. Probably no good things, that was sure. She was like sustenance he never knew he needed, both when she satisfied his carnal tastes and when she gave him safety and support.

Maybe he would just ask the old swordmaster to tell him more about her. Zoro didn't know what he expected it to lead to - maybe he would learn where she came from? Maybe he could find whoever hurt her before and bring her their head on a platter.

"Yo Mihawk, where did Y/n come from?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"Can't you ask her?" he inquired, stoicly eating his breakfast.

"I...I kind of hoped you could tell me" he grunted, already annoyed.

"Well, I found her on a pirate ship. I think they wanted to sell her at the human market." Mihawk told Zoro with a level voice, while Zoro clenched his jaws.

"She would have been sold as a servant, both for houshold and personal services. I surely put her to good use. As I know you are making use of her now." Mihawk still talked like he bought a horse at the market. His voice trailed off as he looked out at the window, already distracted.

Zoro could see y/n and the ghost girl playing some game outside, laughing and enjoying themselves, just as his whole body tensed with rage. Jealousy.

"Are you telling me that you....and her?" he whispered, so as not to scream.

"Isn't it obvious?" Mihawk shrugged.

"Relax, I am sure she is content with serving a hardly mediocre swordsman." Mihawk looked at him with an unspoken challenge in his eyes and turned around. They both knew that even like this, Zoro wouldn't be able to scratch that man.

Zoro swallowed hard as his teacher left the kitchen. His head spun with an explosive concoction of emotions. Instead of examining them one by one, they mixed together and only left darkness.

You

Zoro didn't show up for dinner - or for dessert. That idiot probably got lost. Again. You packed him a hearty lunch and went to look for him. Soon, you heard him grunt and found him repeating slashes with huge training weights, again and again, without pause.

"Hey baby, I brought you dinner." You greeted him. He didn't even turn his head or stopped.

"Not hungry." He grunted, strained from the training.

"I'll just leave it here, just in case you change your mind" you inform him, setting the small package down. No reaction.

"See you later, I'll be in bed" you seductively mentioned. Finally, his brows creased.

"Not coming tonight" He said.

"What?" You snap at him, when he finally set his weights down.

"I said I'm not coming. You're distracting me too much. Leave me alone." The finality of his words stabbed you right through the heart. Just yesterday he was praising you while you made love - now he was wielding his words like his swords, cutting deep. He became more and more like mihawk.

"Fine. Do what you want." You stomped back to the castle, he would not get the satisfaction of seeing you cry. He resumed his training, you heard him grunt and swirling the huge weights through the air.

His new, cold and detached self lasted through all the week. Acting like Mihawk on speed, he either brooded, trained or drank. And didn't look at you like he couldn't bear the sight.

As his body became emaciated, your pity for him dwindled as well. He wanted this.

Life became quiet and uniform again, grey days bleeding into each other, burying all the laughter you had shared.

The gloom was cut by the most unexpected of actors - the ghost girl's strange, high pitched laughter echoed through the castle until her head popped through the wall, her round eyes focusing on you.

"Y/N, you gotta see it! Zoro challenged Mihawk to a duel!" She shouted, already vanishing again.

"Out in the gaardeeeeen" her ghostly voice vibrated through the hallway.

You hurried outside, it was not hard to find. The clashing of swords was enough to guide you. Mihawk, lazily holding his signature sword, stood before Zoro with his three weapons. No expertise in fighting was needed to see that Zoro was losing, hard.

He was exhausted, starving without realising it and probably drunk. Sweat ran down his face and body.

"You Bastard" He growled past the sword in his mouth.

"Why is this do Important to you?" Mihawk asked, exasperated.

He played with Zoro, let him come, evaded his attack but didn't counter. Clearly tiring his opponent more. Usually, zoro was more intelligent than this. He seemed distressed, angry.

"If anyone is to be punished here, it would be you. Neglecting your training, ruining your most important weapon- your will and body. A disgrace. I will teach you." Mihawk lectured and finally struck.

Zoro was hit, tumbling back, holding his head as blood streamed from his eye.

"If you let your emotions get the better of you, unbalance you, you're finished. Come back when you've learned that." He said and left.

You ran to him, determined to help.

"Get away" he weakly said, while trying to prop himself up on one arm, just to immediately collapse again into a weeping heap of pain.

"You stupid bonehead" you muttered already wrapping his head in parts of your shirt, he barely protested. As you looked down on him, he looked utterly and completely defeated, he wouldn't even keep you from helping him anymore.

The defeat was so complete that he even let Perona and you haul him to a bed, where he lost consciousnes from all the overexercion, it gave you the opportunity to check his face.

With horror you had to accept that his beautiful eye was damaged beyond repair and you did your best to stop the bleeding and prevent further infection.

He slept through to the next day, leaving you alone with your questions and your anger over his recent shitty behavior.

On the next day, he finally woke up, one bloodshot eye watching you from the bed with a stoic expression.

He didn't say anything as his eye fixated on you and he began to pad his injuries with his hand, feeling the bandages you had applied. When his hand came to his damaged eye, his expression darkened. You slowly nodded, almost tearing up at the thought of his loss.

He just closed his other eye and sighed. You couldn't hold back and gently let your fingers trail over his cheek, feeling a silent tear run down when he finally spoke.

"I lost bad, huh?" he asked with a hoarse whisper.

"yes" you answered. A pause followed, the silence intensified by the ticking clock and wind blowing through all the cracks in the castle.

"I'm sorry" he muttered.

"Damn right you're sorry" you answered, assuming he meant his strange behavior.

"I am stupid, I run against walls, I am not even a great fighter. I am not good enough for you. Sorry." He continued.

"What are you talking about? Don't you believe me when I tell you how much I love you?" You ask him, a bit irritated.

"It's...I.." he stammered, trying to prop himself up on his arms but failing. Lying on his back, whimpering, he cries: "You used to be with Mihawk! I can't best him. Fuck!" Desperate, he pulled his hair and eventually covered his face with his hands.

"What? How do you know? All of this - hust because youre jealous?!" You ask.

"Yes...no..." He mumbled through his hands.

"Than what do you want?" You guided him through his feelings.

"You" his answer came swiftly and with confidence, his one weary eye wandering over you.

"Really? You're not acting like it. You act like you want to punish yourself" you told him.

"Goddammit!" He cried out. "We're not in therapy here! I want you so bad, but I can't even...I have nothing for you. But Mihawk is even worse. Fuck!" He seemed unable to loosen the knot he made in his thoughts.

"Oh, so you want me to fuck Mihawk?" You provoked him.

"No! That man's a total psycho!" He said, shocked. He seemed to think hard for a moment.

"Even if I'm not worthy, I'll have you anyway." He concluded.

"Am I selfish?" He asked, weakly.

"You're stupid." You swung yourself onto his bed and straddled him like so many times before, he deserved a little comfort. His arms gripped your thighs weakly.

He smiled at you, and you were finally feeling the bond between you again. Sweat beaded his forehead as he began to move.

Once again he tried to lift his upper body off the mattress, but failed miserably, panting.

"Fuck, it hurts" He cried out.

"What would you do to keep what you have?" You softly asked.

"Anything" He said, his gaze fixed on you.

"Right answer. Such a good little boy." You began to enjoy his helplessness. His body was unable to move, he was at your mercy.

You began to run your hands up and down his body, careful not to hurt him, sparing the deep cuts and bruises. Letting your fingers glide slowly over his chest, you felt all the new and old scars, his muscles. He closed his eye and sighed. Bending down to bring your face close to his, you peppered his face with kisses, on his cheeks, his nose, his forehead and his smiling mouth.

"I may not be the best swordfighter yet, but I'm not gonna give you up. No one else can have you" He whispered.

You caressed the damaged side. He leaned in a little, seeming to forget the pain of his injury.

"And I'll lose the other eye too if it means I get to keep you" He said.

"Don't be so dramatic. And don't you run into a senseless fight like that again" you told him.

"Yes ma'am." He said.

"Or do you want to miss this sight?" You asked, peeling out of your shirt.

His eye widened, just as his dirty grin returned.

"No ma'am" He growled and once again failed to lift his arms.

You lay down on top of him and caressed his skin.

"Don't you ever, ever do something like that to me again." You whispered, seriously.

"Never" He whispered against your hair.

So, I'm Sorry that this one got a bit darker and less sexy than the one before, it kind of...happened. I feel like the thought fits zoro well, he never feels good enough and decides to punish himself for it. I also just wanted to write how he lost his eye.

I also like the thought that every time after the big fights, he's absolutely immobile and can be used like a toy 🥵

Taglist @yeeeeezly @waitingmydemons @stariski @violetmatcha

#one piece fanfiction #one piece x you #op zoro #one piece zoro #zoro roronoa #one piece roronoa zoro #zoro roronoa x you #zoro roronoa x reader #roronoa zoro #the fluff piece #one piece fluff #zoro angst #one piece angst

[joanna-lannister]

For the fandom ask! ->8,12,17,18,19,24! I might have asked too many, so pick and choose as you like!! No pressure of course

Hi! Oh no, don't worry, it's not too many! I had fun answering them! Thank you so much for the ask ❤️✨

8. Fandom you're a part of that's the most obscure?

Can I say the JC fandom? Because it's a very small, unpopular fandom, and not many people are fond of Jaime and Cersei together. So even if I'm very vocal about them, I think it's the most obscure one I can think of.

12. Craziest thing you've ever done as part of a fandom?

Oh, I think it would be getting my JC tattoo! It was so big on my arm, I was scared at first, but now I'm used to it.

17. Favorite blog(s) in your favorite fandom?

The JC fandom is kinda dead to be fair but I would say:

@musical-chick-13

@imnotwholewithoutyou

@alexcabotgf (she hadn't posted JC gifsets in a long time, but her old ones are 👌🏻)

18. All-time favorite fanfic?

"therefore each to other bound" by copacet! This fic gave me everything I ever wanted, and the characterization is perfect.

19. Fanfic you read again and again?

Hmmm, I read "therefore each to other bound" a lot tbh, almost religiously. But I'd say "Until Death Do Us Part" by my friend Annie. It's a Modern AU where Jaime and Cersei are married, and I love it to pieces and keep reading it over and over again.

24. Funniest fandom-related story?

OMGGGG Once upon a time, I blocked another JC stan on Tumblr. Her behavior was really "Meh", very childish behavior, and she kept trying to fight br*imes. And so, I blocked her because I didn't like the vibe she was giving off and she was annoying. Girly got MAD, like mad MAD and everytime she tried to make friends with other JC stans, she used to shit on me. Once, years later, she tagged one of her fics "it's better than most of the Pentos AU you'll read" or something along the lines, and it pissed me off, because you don't shit on your fellow writers, especially in such a small fandom, so I made a vague post about it on my blog. I didn't mention her, only in the convo I had with my friend in the replies. But Ma'am was STALKING MY BLOG, LITERALLY. And a few days later later, she wrote a WHOLE LONG ASS POST about me on her blog, saying I was insane and unhinged. I found out because someone send me the adress of her blog. And honestly? It was hilarious, to see her still being mad years later after I blocked her as if I had murdered her whole family. I didn't say anything about that post because it made me laugh and I don't know what she became, but I do know AO3 banned her for her behavior.

#fandom-trash-goblin #answered #ask game

[levmada]

First off, I would like to say I thoroughly enjoy your Levi posts, especially the ones where you break down his character, very insightful ❤

I've been stalking your tags a bit, and I noticed you mentioned Levi incorporating his mother into his wardrobe can you elaborate on this?

And secondly, you've likened Levi to Joel from TLOU, but for some reason I'm stuck on the dynamic of Levi losing two fingers vs how Ellie lost hers, and the aftermath, the mental gut-punch with losing something that is part of what makes them feel "useful". (I'm a masochist lol)

Thank you!!

awweeeee thank you so much!! :D

haha yes about the wardrobe part, either you mean the crossdressing post, or the kid levi in canon post😭😭😭?and there's quite the steep difference in theme.

to summarize for anyone else, 1: it's plainly obvious to me that Kenny first came upon Levi while he wore his mother's dress (or one of), and throughout his childhood, he cut it into a shirt (and speculatively, later keeps it with him as a handkerchief/his cravat).

2: I hc that Levi enjoys crossdressing with some resemblances to his mother because of, basically, the positive associations (similar to tea). for example, the perfume she used to wear.

there's not much to say that i can think of that i haven't already said🤔Kuchel was Levi's WORLD. she - would have - taught him the value of humanity and how to be kind, even though she didn't know what he'd go on to do. she was the foundation for the hero he'd go on to be. Levi's childhood is the antithesis of happiness (lol), but his mother was the closest thing to pure joy. it's just a fact.

similar to tea-drinking (as suggested in canon so far...), i don't see why cherishing memories of Kuchel would stop at that + there's the psychological implications.

as far as that goes, Kuchel died at what is the brain is soaking up info and experiences like a sponge. + the comparison is valid that Kuchel was heaven to Levi whereas he (and she) lived inside hell, so he as a child would latch on to her in common (ie, keeping her dress) and anomalous ways (ie, crossdressing as an adult (((w/ her as the primary influence for this behavior)))).

reminders of her are a source of comfort, tldr.

OMGGGG i've never thought of this!!!!

haha i've actually made a post on the symbolism around levi losing his fingers😅....and another post.... but to cut to the chase, levi's fixation on violence as pointless, unending (literally unending, bc zeke was healing as he cut him...), cruelty was his downfall + so was his selfishness when he chose armin while fully believing that erwin was the key to saving humanity.

his injuries were his punishment, but they didn't... destroy a priceless part of him like ellie's injury. he could still fight. in fact, if it weren't for levi's special way of holding one sword backwards, he would've had a much harder time.

but without her two fingers, ellie can't play guitar anymore. so her and joel's song won't ever ring out the same; that last connection she still had to him is ruined. also, what led to it, ellie succumbing to thoughtless, cold, cruel violence was her downfall in the world of the last of us, where one's humanity, so to speak, is the greatest refuge. in that fight, in the end, ellie tells abby to "just take him", referring literally to lev, but figuratively to joel. but along with that, ellie took away her own connection to joel herself.

so in the end of that, ellie loses everything, reconciles with her feelings towards joel, and - assumably - moves on. it's bittersweet... and she loses loses joel... but it's peace.

it's different for levi. yes cruelty that went against what His Person would want was his downfall like her, but he didn't lose everything. he almost did: his miraculous survival was out of his hands; if he wasn't an ackerman, he'd be dead. and dying would've been breaking his promise to erwin. levi's injury is a punishment of the highest order, and the establishment of his last chance to "keep his connection" to erwin, if you think of it in terms of how ellie's and levi's situations are related.

they both have their ups and downs :')

#hopefully not too rambly #levi ackerman #aot levi #snk levi #tlou ellie #the last of us ellie #captain levi #levi attack on titan #levi heichou #levi aot #levi.thoughts

[gladdygirl18]

new tickle tea story, and its a good one!

Blue Me, Pink GF

longer than anticipated so continue under cut

So yesterday, my GF, our mutual friend, and I were chilling in the cafeteria (a regular/daily thing for us). While we were chilling, I had gotten comfy and laid my legs across my girlfriend's lap. While talking to our mutual friend, she starts to do the "jellyfish technique" on my knees, and surprisingly it didn't effect me. And she was staring at me, waiting for a reaction.

"That doesn't tickle hun."

She immediately starts tickling my inner thigh and i start losing it.

"Yeah, but that does!"

SHE IS SUCH A FREAKING TEASE OMGGGG 😆😆💖😋💖😋

After walking back to her place, we were playing some Sea of Stars (def recommend, it's an incredible game) During this time, I was laying on the couch with my legs across my girlfriend's legs again (i was leaning on them a lot that night and they were a little sore)

When our mutual friend went to the bathroom, she started tracing her nails along my ankles. And once again, it didn't really do much to me.

"Babe, that doesn't tickle."

My GF set down the controller before she started tracing her nails along my socked feet and, as you would've expected, that broke me

"Hun, anytime you try that tough girl attitude, I can easily break it like this."

She then leans on tp of me with a dangerously mischievous glint in her eye and a smug impish grin and says, "Guess you really like me tickling you, huh?" WHILE DRAGGING A NAIL ACROSS MY BELLY

BRUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHHHHHH WHY SHE CALL ME OUT LIKE THAT OMGGGGG 😳😳😳💖😆😆

I looked away from her and said, "Just cuz it's true doen't mean you gotta point it out..."

She laughed before kissing my neck "But I love reminding you~"

I HAVE ASCENDED OMGGGGGGG 😳😆💖🥰🥰😭😭😋

So after that when we were heading to bed, my GF always loves cuddling up to me (like a little puppy 🥰💖) and I had said "Aww look at the little baby bitch" (brat mode activated)

She looked up at me and asked, "What did you say?"

"Look at the little baby bitch" wearing the most shit eating grin ever

She sighs before climbing on top of me before tickling my thighs. I held out for the most part, but when she started tickling my armpits, I lost it. When I tried to push her hands away, she'd take her other hand to grab my wrist and tickle me some more

AHHHHHHHH I WAS LIVING 😆😆😆💖🥰😍😍💖🥰

After she stopped, she kissed and said "Karma, bitch"

And yyyyyup that was my evening yesterday haha! I love her so much! Hopefully more tickle tea stories soon, so stay tuned!

tagging: @giggly-squiggily @sunstone-smiles @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa @lovelymessybubbly @jettorii

#tickle tea stories #irl story

[frecklystars]

Hello! I’ve been obsessed with the Barbie movie since it came out and so naturally I stumbled upon your blog! Wanted to say that I love reading your analyses about the movie, particularly your thoughts about Ken! Seriously, if you ever worry you’re going too in-depth with what you wanna say about it, just know I find the stuff you pick up on really fascinating! I’ll prob come back with more specific questions or ideas of my own about the movie at some point because I do like gushing about (1/2)

(2/2) stuff, though I’m too scared to come off anon lol. Anyway, I really appreciate how insightful you are. I also hadn’t heard of F/Os before finding your tumblr, and I’ve learned a lot. I’m so happy Ken has helped you so much- you’re clearly such a genuine, sweet person and I know he will adore you forever, I’m 100% confident on that. Also I’m excited for when you watch The Nice Guys and to hear what you think of it, it is an A+ movie! I hope you have a lovely day 🐢

OMGGGG TURTLE ANON!!!!! 😍😍😍😍😍

I'm SOOOO HAPPY you enjoy my thoughts!!! My ramblings!!! Because oh my god I can never shut up about these characters even if I wanted to SLDFJSLDFSF and I could write an ESSAY on Ken Carson in the 2023 Barbie movie. THANK YOU SOOO SO SO SO MUCH FOR READING MY WRITING!!!! Whether it's my actual text posts or my in-tag rants, it always brings me joy to know at least one person is reading them slfjsdfsd

PLEASE YES YES YES PLEEEEASE feel free to come to me with your own thoughts about the movie as well, or questions, or anything just in general, I LOVE hearing people's thoughts. Even when people hate the Barbie movie I still want to hear about it LOL I love hearing people's different opinions. And no worries about coming off anon, I COMPLETELY understand, you can always do what you're comfortable with! <3 Besides, I love signature anons, I love making lil tags for you guys hehe~~

And oh my goddddd 😭😭😭💓💝💗💕💓💘💘💖💕💕💕 thank you so much for your kind words. I'm so thrilled that I come off as genuine and sweet; I try to be!!!! And it makes me so happy that you think Ken would appreciate that. I love him SO SO SO MUCH ahhh he means everything to me... I'm so happy you think he loves me too ;w; that means the world to me, for real.

Please feel free to ramble to be about The Nice Guys btw!!! I haven't seen the movie yet (I'm trying to space out how many Ryan Gosling movies I consume so I can try to make the hyperfixation last as long as possible), but I would love to hear your thoughts on it and what you particularly enjoyed about it. Have you seen other Ryan films too? I didn't see any of his stuff until I became obsessed with the Barbie movie, now I'm always asking people for their opinions on Drive or The Gray Man (highly recommended, if you haven't seen those yet btw)!!!! I've also watched First Man recently, it was. insane. so good. punched me in the guts (in a good way) ✨

#anonymous #asks #🐢 anon

[harmonictechnicality]

HARMONY! HARMONY!!!! I ran out of tags trying to describe how much I loved this last update to Memory Logs I am having an out of body experience rn I didn’t even get to describe my favorite part!! THE WAY!!! YOU DESCRIBE THE FEELING OF BRAND NEW FINALLY REALIZED AND REQUITED LOVE!!!!! AAAAAAA literally how do you see and write on the human experience so clearly, you are some kind of wizard, *you’ve got mail voice* ms. 152 insights into my soul… “you thought I was mocking you??” vs actually teasing him about the !!!below deck!!! club (which lmao the existence of) but Steve just being so hyped that Eddie’s into him that it all comes out in this wash of bubbly feelings (“dear god stop this madness”), and “wants to stock up on chapstick and water so they can make out all night” OK SO I SWOONED, SHOW ME SOMEONE WHO WOULDNT, Steve giVeS EDdIE hiS RIIINNNNGGGG, “IT WOULD BE A PLEASURE TO RESTART WITH YOU”, the FOREHEAD KISS!!!! I don’t know how you do this, but if I ever lost my memory, rereading all of your fics again for the first time would be such a pleasure. Rereading them after a week is a pleasure. Rereading them right after finishing reading to note down every favorite line is a pleasure!! You get my drift haha… anyway thank you for being such a queen and sharing your incredible writing with us for free. I am wishing you many dark chocolate pudding cups, and much fan art to delight you, and a very generous rest for your wrists on the other side of all this typing, and a very marvelous week 💕💕

OMG your tags were giving my LIFEEE how rude that they would ever cut you off like that! I need to speak to the internet manager asap!! 😂😂

HAHA the wizard line is *extra* perfect because Steve would *also* blame such sorcery on a wizard (he definitely called Vecna a wizard that is obsessed with clocks and I will never let that go lol).

There hassss to be unreleased footage in the ST vault of all the divorced moms and Eddie just waiting for Steve to turn around and scoop in the back ice cream counters, like PLEASE tell me the footage exists and I didn't just make it up 😭

AGH the ring and forehead kiss goodbye are maybe my favorite parts ❣️❣️ like Steve knows there's nothing else he can do but give a little piece of himself and then hope that there's magic-memory powers in his expert kissing abilities - it's very naive and endearing and heartbreaking all at once and I just want to give him the biggest hug for trying so hard.

Sweet deerling, that is SO incredibly kind omgggg my tender heart cannot take such kindness!! If someone ever made fan art for this I would *weep,* even if they just thought about it, I'd still be teary! I don't have dark chocolate pudding but I dooooo have dark chocolate raisins, which is definitely a win. I'm sending you all the good vibes for the rest of the week/weekend ✨✨ Thank you so much for always being so supportive of the little stories I write.

Have a spectacular day!! Watch all the Meg Ryan films your heart desires!! ❤️🥰❤️

#harmony asks 🪄

[johnsbleu]

I've always been a silent reader, but I just wanted to say I love Hold My Hand! The way you write is just chef's kiss 🤌 I've been re-reading some of the earlier chapters again and again because I'm too scared to reach the latest chapters 😆

Love your version of John, btw. After everything that the man wen through in the movies, Lord knows he deserve this kind of peaceful life you gave him. The Rome arc is definitely my favorite! Ugh, the romantic and cheesy side of John never fails to turn me into a puddle 😩

I know you've seen JW Ch.4, so I was wondering if you're gonna weave that into the HMH timeline? And if so, how will you do that?

Also, what are your future plans for HMH? Kinda curious how you plan to end the series (so I can prepare my heart and mind for the ending haha)

Anyways, just thought I'll drop by to give you some love and to say you've got many of us supporting your writing (even if some of us supports in the shadows hehe).

Please continue to write more 🙏 And hoping the writing gods shower you with never-ending inspirations like John makes bullets rain upon his enemies 🫰

omgggg thank you so much! i adore you!

yeah so as for jw4, before they even started filming it, i wrote a chapter where john surprises her with a trip to paris for valentine's day. they didn't end up going since ro was having separation anxiety and decided to postpone it. so when it was announced that john would be in paris for jw4 i was like omg this is perfect. then the movie came out lmaoooo.

so yeah i do want to weave some of the events into it. i think paris is probably something he's never told her (understandably so since it would really be a lot to take in--his whole life is, tbh) and of course i'll have to change a few things for obvious reasons. i can't say certain things bc i don't want to spoil it but i obviously have to take some creative liberties there. also it's a chapter coming up soon too so idk how i'm going to post it since some people won't have seen JW4 yet. i guess i'll just have to tag it as john wick spoilers. MASSIVE john wick spoilers, obviously, and hope that they come back to it once they've seen the movie.

as for ending hmh, i really don't have any plans lmao. i just think of random things and i'm like i need to write a chapter of hmh with this! so i don't really have any plans to end it bc i do still really enjoy writing it and it's such a nice creative outlet for me! so yeah, no plans on ending any time soon!

#ask #reinereinegoaway

[atxxzist]

Right I actually came across your account while browsing Seonghwa's tag, but one of my San biased friends said they had read one of your San fics before. Maybe I should let them know you have a new one!

I think this is quite common, people who are friends mistake friendships for romantic feelings or lust gets in the way and things become complicated. I'm glad Y/N and HJ realized it early on. Neither of them was a bad person, they just had an idealized vision of one another like you said, so no surprise it didn't work out. I think they were both too similar and too different if that makes sense.

I see, the grip fuck/bad boys have on many writers is very strong 😀 I don't mind this trope if they're not just a walking red flag from the beginning to the end and Y/Ns know how to stand their ground. ETL can be very very good, that's why I gravitated towards Blacklist after all. In the end, it doesn't matter how you start, but how you finish. So Blacklist turned out nice in my opinion.

And I appreciate long answers, so don't apologize! 💞 btw, I have a hedgehog I named after Seonghwa hence my emoji choice - 🦔

skskdjskd plsss 😭 not y'all talking about my fics. im even more embarrassed she read my san one, haha. ok but hopefully this new one will be alright. i think.

and honestly. some ppl r just better off as friends, which is why when they try to give a relationship a go and it doesn't work out, they end up resenting one another. speaking from experience. had hongjoong and y/n gave it a go (which tbh i did considered making them actually get together at one point) they wouldn't have worked out anyways. so their downfall was truly a blessing in disguise.

the hold toxic men; badboy/fuckboy has over me is unreal, it's not even funny. more so if there's angst. i do like getting my feelings hurt ngl 💀 BUT only if it's San. i am a little biased and will admit i do mostly only read fics for him, which is why i mostly write for him as well. I agree tho. I love a good ETL and the ending is really what make it or break it.

and omgggg 😭😭 that's way too cute. now im just imagining a little seonghwa hedgehog running around. plssss. 💖💖

maybeee if in the future i come back with another seonghwa piece, i'll be waiting to hear from u again XD i swear, that man has tumblr atinys on a chokehold (i see lots of fic 4 him)

#ask[💌] #anon[🦔] #🖤blacklist🖤

[caeruleums]

🎰

1. fleur holcombe & scout acosta.

ok this would only work if scout would CARE but perhaps fleur gets a lil popular on social media with her OF and she makes her crush on scout bc of her band and constantly tweets her or even tags her in her stories and stuff. and idk makes jokes abt how she'd give her a free yearly subscription. but also to scout it just looks like someone's trying to promote themselves using her and queer-baiting but actually fleur is a total fan girl idk.

2. tatum taylor & dallas wexler.

she's a therapist for celebrities but also could be like a therapist for him. esp if his coaches are worried about his relationship with food, and usually tate isn't a good therapist because she doesn't think celebrities and rich people can have problems (she's a rich person lmao) but with him she actually tries and feels protective over him. like maybe she's his court-ordered therapist idk LMAO but she actually takes the time to listen and figure things out.

3. gibson abernathy & macy mercer.

ok so she's his divorce lawyer, and his ex is kind of evil and is trying to strip him of his rights of his kids and stuff. but she cheated and was just an all around awful individual, trying to take everything from him because the guy she cheated with didn't end up leaving his wife. but idk he's busy and he's tried and he says "just give her what she wants" bc he's heartbroken n shit, and maybe she takes a special interest and kicks his ass into gear to fight for everything.

4. rose abernathy & kayden rhodes.

omgggg i can see rose going off to college and getting into his band, esp cause it's called drunk jesus and she's a little former (or current?) jesus freak so she convinces herself that she can go to these. anyway, she's always looking to rebel and she probably sticks out like a sore thumb at any shows so that could be a talking point. at one point maybe she gets the guts to stay back after to get a CD signed, but is very quiet and nervous? idek

5. libbie cheong & sadie greene.

idk how these two would meet but it's such a funny pairing. maybe her gang particularly likes her tattooing, so she often comes in and drops thousands for fun. i don't think she'd get one herself, but surely they've met in passing. if that's the case.

SEND 🎰 FOR ME TO PUT OUR MUSES INTO A RANDOM LIST GENERATOR THEN POST THE FIRST FIVE AS POTENTIAL SHIPS

#txt. meme #dcgtown #some of these could be fun so lmk if u wanted to further plot anything :P

[usersasaki]

So like I said in the last ask- I was reading through my inbox because one of my new moots sent me an ask and I figure why no go through memory lane(.. is that how you say and use it.. ? Idk-)

So i scrolled through my asks.. which usually consists of people saying thank you and sweet stuff so like those were fun~ then I got to your ask (which was literally my VERY FIRST.. i think? Ask!) And I just re-read it again feeling the feels, legit started asking "man, Hey Lord, I miss Karma so much- I wonder how they are-"

And I had a thought of checking your moot's (byeol's) acc.. i dont know- Maybe God gave me the feeling who knows! LOL- but I did and I scrolled to when I sent in an ask to your moot about you and I was reading the post and my brain saw the "2 notes" I was like "huh...", clicked it and saw mine and your account... and I dont know why- the feeling inside me the Intuition, the urge that God gave me man- told me to just "check the acc out— I mean logically it could've been a random account.. but idk the FEELS MAN

So I did and.. I saw both of your names.. ya know 'erez and karma'... maybe it was because I was coping so hard that my brain immediately go "....karma..?"... Thinking about it now anyone also could've used the same name 😩 but I was like "No way.... im- im not- This isnt a dream... Lord tell me this is real"

And then BAM sent in an ask as Anon and then when you answered I just go 'oh screw all my worries- fastest way to know if this is karma is show my self.... i mean the worst thing that could happen is... I embarrass myself... yeah.." and THEN YEAH I SENT ASK AGAIN...

(this whole situation is just funny to me because your moot (byeol) said in the tags that 'Im hopeful that both your paths will cross again' or something like that... when I first read that i was like.. 'well.. I hope' and then it became 'I doubt.. but still would be nice but if not then.. its okay too! Just hope karma's doin good' and now... Here we are :D)

so basically keeping the ask safe in my inbox was a good idea... (I was praying and hoping that I'll be able to meet you again- guess that was God's plan LOL)

i'll put my answer under the cut (and also so sorry for not replying for abt a month i think? got really busy with uni ;;)

ok kei sweetie, you have no idea how much i teared up reading this ask, i had to take multiple deep breaths cuz?? it's so sweet?? and we got reunited again 🥹🥹 ngl i would occasionally go to your acc to like stalk a lil (not in a creepy way) and see if you'd answered my ask but you hadn't so i half thought you didn't get my ask at all? if you had answered i was gonna be sending you like lil anon msgs so that we could keep in touch but cuz i didn't know if you even got the first one,, yeah DCFNJDSDCFM either way i'm so glad to get to talk to you again 🥹🥹🥹🥹

HFBREJDNFC NOT THE PLAYLIST OMGGGG I'M SO. god i do not deserve this, you are so sweet and for what.

#— asks ☆ #i'm so happy that you found my acc tho! #literally making me so emotional with these asks kei how dare you /lh

[sunnyjae]

prompt #41 & #46

dom!jay x switch!femreader

so umm i was thinking abt jealous sex :’D

+ aaaa im your new follower! i just saw your blog yesterday and i swear you write soooo good, your jeonghan fic tho 🙇‍♀️😰😮‍💨 tysm!! 🏃🏻

pls these jay requests have me reeling 😩👍🏻 welcome to my blog omgggg thanks for requesting, sweets!

prompts: #41 “you see that baby? that’s me deep inside you“ + #46 "face down ass up, you know the rules"

the role of the class president ♡ pjs [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ dom!jay x fem!reader, switch!reader (alternatively a bratty sub lol)

genre ♡ e2l!au, non-idol!au, smut, mild angst (is banter/arguing considered angst?)

warnings ♡ arguing, lots of kissing, impact play (reader is slapped in the face once), jealousy, mild possessiveness, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, bulge kink

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ fighting with your enemy is fun, and all the more exciting when he’s jealous

author’s note - it takes me at least three days to write and edit requests lol so i hope you guys understand <3 i’m a full-time student so I need to manage my time well. Thanks lovelies! Check out my masterlist and prompts list here

Jay hated how attractive you were, barely letting him go about his daily business without internally crumbling when you came into class every morning. When you didn't, he found himself especially disappointed. You weren’t the most popular in your class, but everyone knew you pretty well and you were friendly to be around - making Jay’s quiddity a living hell (or so he thought). And although you and Jay had an unspoken hatred of each other, there was something more to your dynamic than just pure animosity: you were convinced of that.

Your Sociology teacher Mr Moon concludes the lesson on Critical Criminology with a clap of his hands, eyes immediately going to Jay Park. Who, in your eyes, is the most self-centred, nosy, egotistical and painfully sexy student you’d ever come across. When he passes you, a waft of cedarwood and musk hits your nose, making you internally curse and press your thighs together.

Jay doesn't do much, let alone even speaks to you and yet has this effect on you. Fuck.

“Clean the classroom after everyone leaves, will you, Jay?” Mr Moon packs his papers and takes his coffee mug in hand. You stay seated as the other students shuffle out, some of your friends waving bye to you as they leave.

Jay nods, watching the teacher follow. His chest tightens as he realises he and you are finally alone.

You open your textbook and look through some of the recently read pages, skimming for some necessary information. As you dig through your bag, you hear Jay open the cupboard at the back of the room with the set of keys Mr Moon must have left for him. Eventually finding your airpods, you notice they’re out of battery as they die as soon as they pair with your phone. Fuck. Now you have no way of distracting yourself.

Your tiny whispered curse gets Jay’s attention and he rolls his eyes for effect. “Studying isn’t that hard.” His voice isn't loud enough to echo in the classroom, but it's clear enough to get your full attention.

Your head snaps to him as he bends to wipe the desks a few feet from you with a wipe he must have procured from the janitor's closet, not looking at you. “I’m recapping some stuff?” you gawk, turning back to your book. “Don’t distract me, I’m busy.”

“Whatever, it’s not like studying is gonna help you anyways.” he adds.

You stand up immediately, swiveling in Jay’s direction again and pointing a finger at him. “I don’t like you.” you pause, suddenly unsure of what insult to throw that is suitable and effective for the situation (a relatable problem, but i digress). “Fuck off.”

He actually laughs at you, hysterically, even going as far as to bend over to rest his hands on his knees through his fit of booming laughter. “Very mature for your age,” he snorts, fingers going back to the wet wipe and swiping down the wood in long strokes.

You straighten your skirt and, slightly embarrassed, clear your throat before sitting down. Fingers playing with your red biro, you bite your lip and continue reading.

Jay suddenly leans over you from behind, the warmth radiating from his chest but not touching you, and that same cedar scent filling your nostrils again makes your heart flutter in well-masked excitement. He places his palm over the paragraph you were (kind of, but not really) reading and furrows his brows. “What are you looking through?”

You swallow, feeling the heat between your legs grow borderline distracting. “Marxist theories on crime.” you sniff.

“Hm. It’s pretty easy to understand - but of course you’re just not very intelligent, are you?” you feel him mock-pouting, and that comment does something to you that you can’t really explain. You’re concerned you’ll gush out onto the chair from your wetness, the skirt would be doing nothing to hide your arousal either, thighs slick and hot.

“Fuck off.” you mutter, “I won’t be intelligent if you don’t leave me alone, you dick.”

He lets out a tight breath, “Ouch. My feelings are hurt.” and the warmth is quickly replaced by the cold of the classroom again as he lifts himself up and heads for the front of the room.

Jay’s blazer does nothing to hide the definition on his arms when he picks up the mop and begins swiping at the floor like nothing ever went on just a few seconds earlier. You have to close your eyes to ground yourself before you jump him and go feral, your anger (you think) really getting the best of you.

When your friend from the year below, Sunoo enters the room with a wide smile, Jay can’t help but narrow his eyes. “Hey,” he settles himself on the desk beside you, the one Jay just wiped down, he reminds himself, tight-lipped.

“Hiya,” you turn to Sunoo, “What brings you to my study hour?”

“Thought I’d keep you company till the next bus.”

“Awe,” you coo, reaching to pinch his cheeks before he slaps your hands away.

Sunoo grimaces at you, “I’m staying for five minutes and then I’m leaving, calm your ass down.”

Jay tries to cancel out your conversation, but of course, your voice being as pretty as it is, he can’t help but perk up at the mention of his name.

“I have Mr Class President Jay with me to keep me company,” you throw him a look, making Sunoo glance his way too. “But he’s just a pretentious ass so he’s no fun.” you pout, and Jay fucking swears he’s never seen anything so cute in his life. If only he could put that pretty mouth to better use-

The tension is rife in the room and Sunoo clocks it immediately.

“Right then, have fun guys, I’m leaving.” he gives Jay a prolonged look as if to say thank me later and exits the classroom as quickly as he got in.

“Wait- Sunoo-” You stand, but your friend leaves with a quick salute and an accomplished smirk on his face.

You sit back down with a tilt of your head, unsure of what to say.

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on that guy,” Jay deadpans, finishing up the mopping job.

You scoff, snatching your bottle and taking a sip of your water. “And if I did? It doesn’t concern you.”

He stops moving and just stands there, facing the board at the front. “No?”

“So you’d date him?” he laughs unamused, biting his lip in anticipation of your answer. Sunoo’s nice, but you don’t really go for your best friends.

He rests the mop against the wall behind the teacher's desk and quickly forgets about his task.

Jay turns around, dark eyes on you already. “I asked you a question: would you date Kim Sunoo?”

Fuck it. “Yeah, if he wants to.”

Jay is silent. Only the sound of heavy breathing fills the room.

He points to the space in front of him. “Come here.”

With a twitch of your brow you question, “You want me to stand in front of you?” crossing your arms defiantly.

“I said come here.” he repeats, voice somewhat different, and the stare he’s pinned you under has you shuddering.

"Some goody-two-shoes rich boy telling me what to do? Funny, that." you smirk to hide your nerves, leaning back and crossing your legs for effect.

"If I have to repeat myself a third time, you'll be in trouble."

You shrug, considering your options. Whatever Jay has to say will have you internally choking so you guess it's just best to follow through.

Standing up from your desk, you make your way to eventually be face to face with the pompous ass of a class president. "What." Your question isn't even a question, you note, realising that you don't care for what he has to reprimand you for, only that he can absolutely fuck you into the next century.

His jaw is tight and he steps closer to you.

You laugh. "Are you jealous? I bet you can't even fuck me properly-"

He slaps your cheek with his fingers, just so he stuns you but doesn't hurt you. Humiliation burns in your stomach. "What the fuck?" you try to grit out, holding the area that was hit with your own fingers, but failing to react angrily enough because you swear you nearly cum from just that.

"Fucking brat," he adds, tone a little melancholic and his expression unreadable at this point.

He holds your chin with one hand and uses the other to pry your fingers off your face, holding your wrist down.

"Get on the desk, ass to me."

You look up at Jay, biting your lip and hesitating in front of him. He's intimidating, and you don't think you've felt so excited before.

"Face down ass up, you know the rules." Jay corners you into the table, throwing his blazer elsewhere and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"The door is open." you tell him.

"It won't be because I'll close it." he rolls his eyes, stalking over to lock it before returning to his previous position, watching you expose yourself for him.

"I bet you're dripping, aren't you?" he smirks, leaning over you once again to mutter in your ear. "All for Jay. isn't that right?"

"Yeah," you sigh breathily, not feeling the need to lie anymore as you press your cheek into the clean desk.

He laughs over you, head lolling down as his shoulders shake for a few seconds. When he stops, his eyes return to you and begin to rake up the expanse of your back and legs.

You swallow harshly, not knowing how to feel about his reaction.

Pressing his hips into yours, Jay groans as his covered semi-hardness comes in contact with the material of your skirt. The way your hands reach back for god knows what, makes him physically shudder and finally realise fuck this is really happening. Using one hand, the other pressing into the desk beside your waist, he presses his palm into the back of your hand and puts it in front of your face, flat on the surface.

"Tell me again." He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You feel Jay's fingers now under your skirt and they press into the sopping material on the crotch of your panties. "Who made you wet?"

Biting your lip, you gulp. "Um-"

"No ums - we don't do that here. You speak to me properly."

You breathe in deep and answer softly, "You, Jay. You made me this wet."

"Hm. And remind me," he smirks to himself. "Did you or did you not insult me just then?"

You swallow again. "Yes Jay."

"Are you going to apologise?"

"Will you fuck me if I apologise?"

"Talk back to me again-" his grip on your hand tightens. "We're making some rules, okay, love?"

Love?

"Yes."

"You call me Jay and Jay only. If you insult me, or disobey our rules, don't expect to be able to sit properly for the next two weeks." you're tempted to mutter a playful ooooh scaryyyy but shut up before you do. "Don't talk back to me, and if you do - same thing." he affirms. "If you're good, my good girl, expect to be rewarded. Do you understand?"

When he moves one of his hands to your waist and the other rubs at your clothed slit, you let out a breathy "Yes, Jay." the petname doing whatever the fuck your stomach was doing in the moment.

"Apologise."

"I'm sorry Jay."

"Properly."

"I'm sorry for calling you a pretentious ass and a dick." you stop yourself from laughing, luckily.

"Better." he mutters. "Can I take your panties off, sweetheart?" you nearly choke on your spit at the next petname.

"Yeah, please Jay." you whisper, feeling his lips on your jaw and just under your ear. He kisses at your skin, sensitive, and continues, using both hands to hook his index fingers into the elastic and tug them down slowly.

They eventually come off under your converses and Jay puts them in his pocket for safekeeping.

He finally flips your skirt up and has to hold back from absolutely going to town on you. "Fuck."

Your pussy is out on display for his greedy eyes, messy and wet. So ready. Ready to be eaten out so good. Ready to be fucked into just like that with no necessary prep. “Will you let me eat your pussy, baby?”

“Yes, Jay. Please touch me.”

At that, he falls to his knees behind the teacher’s desk, coming face to face with your pretty pussy and winking asshole. “God, I wish I could take your ass today too.” he lifts a finger to wiggle the tip in. “But I’m saving that for another day.” he sighs, eyes moving to your sopping cunt.

“Please Jay,” you whisper.

He pulls his fingers away, big hands going to hold your hips in his tight grip before diving in feral, eating your pussy like a straight up animal. His tongue slips over the sides of your lower lips teasingly, “Tastes so sweet hon’.”

“I eat a lot of fruit.” you respond with an airy moan, his tongue penetrating your hole.

He laughs, “I like to eat sweet things too,” suckling at your folds and teasingly pressing a kiss onto your clit. You don’t see him look up at you, completely smitten as he fucks his tongue into you, listening to your pretty as fuck moans and whines of his name. The vibrations of his chuckles leave you shaking, knees knocking against each other as your abdomen tightens with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” you whine, bucking your hips into his face. His nose presses into your puckered hole and he sucks at your clit again.

With one final tug at your labia between his lips, he stands up. You groan at the loss of warmth, but gasp when he shoves you around and sits your ass on the desk, your legs around his hips. He dives in to kiss you and it feels as if his lips meeting yours, and the taste of your sweetness still on them is all you need to fall for an ass like him even more. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he lies you onto your back and swoons internally as you spread yourself open for him. “Please baby,”

He kisses you deeply again, “You’re fucking mine,” he groans, “Not gonna date anyone but me,” Jay adds, “Not gonna spread this pretty pussy for anyone but me, not gonna ever fucking kiss anyone but me, baby.” lips pressing to yours once again, he sucks the breath from your lungs along with the words you were about to articulate.

“Please fuck me, Jay.” you bring him down to your mouth, licking in to taste him again. Your tongues tangle in a passionate battle and he almost loses his balance when he tries to unzip his slacks.

“Yeah, pretty girl, Jayjay’s gonna fuck you so good.” he mutters, tongue swiping at his lower lip. “Spread your pussy for me, baby.”

You bring one hand down and flip your skirt up, using two fingers to spread your labia and expose your winking hole to him.

“Gorgeous, sweetheart. Mine.” he smiles at you, pulling himself out of his boxers, tip already at your entrance. When he eases into you, your eyes are focused on his dark ones. You bite your lip shyly and Jay kisses you softly, hearing the sweet airy satiated sighs escape your lips. “You’re always so pretty for me,” he pulls away, lips cherry red from your tinted lip balm and you coyly smile at him, letting out a hiss and when he finally pushes in fully.

Your eyes drop to your belly and you gasp, stealing the class president’s attention. “Fuck. You see that baby? That’s me deep inside you.” he grins, eyes flicking to yours again.

“Yeah,” you nod softly.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.” he groans, pulling out and pressing back in again until you’re full. Jay leans down to cuddle into you as he fucks you slow and deep, taking in your pleasure-filled gasps.

When your hands find his hair, he looks up at you with soft eyes, completely unlike his earlier demeanor. You pout your lips in need of a kiss and he giggles, submitting to your non-verbal request. He continues fucking you as he kisses you, “This isn’t where I wanted to fuck you this softly.” he whines, holding your waist.

“You can fuck me slow when you come over tonight.” you tell him, stroking the sides of his head, “Right now I recall you called me dumb,” you laugh.

He pulls himself up, the snaps of his hips quickening in pace, making you hiss. “Ah, fuck.”

“You’re my dumb little girl,” he corrects you, smirking. “How about I fuck you here, then we go to your house and I stay over,” Jay adds, “And I take you out tomorrow,” he continues,

“And then I fuck you again,”

author’s note - I like this one lol 

#jay park smut #enhypen jay smut #enhypen smut #jay enhypen smut #kpop smut asks #kpop smut requests #kpop smut #enhypen smut requests #enhypen smut asks

[blackthunder137]

🎵Mystery of Love- Tell me who's concert would you like to attend and with whom. I'll make a short blurb for it with a few pics.

CHASE ATLANTIC CONCERT WITH DRACO MALFOY OMGGGG

Crave 

Warnings: sexual tension, rough make-out session

a/n: I LOVE YOU. Yes, I love you for requesting Chase Atlantic. I LOVE THEM. The fact that I am listening to them rn. Draco and Chase Atlantic are like a match made in heaven. We are going to use the song "Meddle About." I hope you like this! I know this is not that great. But do tell me how it was:))

Draco Malfoy masterlist

You felt a presence, a strange feeling of someone watching you as you swayed to Chase Atlantic's song. Their music was incredible, and it was your first concert. You've always wanted to go to their concert, and today was the day they were coming to your town. 

As you turned around to see who was watching you, you realised who it was. It was a dashing young man with blond hair. It was Draco Malfoy. You were familiar with him because of your work. He was constantly flirting with you and giving signals that he liked you. But you ignored them, assuming that he had no desire to be with you. For a little moment, you both locked gazes. As soon as he saw you, you had butterflies in your stomach. 

It was a different feeling, a feeling of craving. He was making you feel different kinds of things, and you hoped and prayed that he had the same feelings too. It has been five minutes and none of you have broken eye contact. 

It wasn't until he started walking towards you that it became a problem. You'd never said it, but he was extremely attractive, and you had a thing for him. Your heart was racing, as though if you were given more, your heart would burst out.

You were already gasping for air because he was only inches away from you. You two would be kissing each other if you were any closer. You craved him. You closed your eyes as he drew in closer, thinking he was going to kiss you. Instead, he leaned in close and whispered, "Do you want to get out of here?" You nodded, and the two of you walked out of the room.

He was taking you from the crowd to a nearby restroom, and once you were out, he slammed you against the restroom wall. As your body collided with the wall, you let out a gasp. "How about we simply mess around?" he spoke as he leaned in closer.

You said a gentle "yes," and that was the moment. He didn't spend any time putting his lips on yours. It was a passionate and lustful kiss. You drew him closer than ever before as his tongue made its way to your mouth. He snatched your waistband and stroked his hands down your thighs. You let out a few groans while kissing. This only made the two of you crave for each other even more. 

His lips then made contact with your neck, and you let out a pleasurable sigh. He placed you on the restroom countertop after you ran your hands over his hair. You tilted your head back so that you could give him more access. 

During this process, you two heard a noise and immediately pulled back, and this man was standing there stoned from what he had just witnessed. You two exchanged awkward glances as you walked out.

When you two emerged from the restroom, you chuckled about how surprised that man was to find you two making out. This laughter lasted only a few seconds before Draco looked at you and stated, "You can come over to my house at any time." with a wink.

You bit your lower lip in response to his words and waved to him. It felt good. Everything about it felt completely right.

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[this-is-ally-and-im-confused]

Omgggg “ you’re gone, gone , gone- i watched you disappear” with briss maybe like angst he changed in the ahl or smth

OMG YES ANON!!! YoU ARE LITERALLY AMAZING! Lyric prompt

Wow, Brendan had made it! It all felt surreal. Until the end of the game. You watched your boyfriend leave the NHL ice for the first time, and then you proceeded to run down to meet him in the tunnel. It only took a few moments for him to be changed and leave. His family sent loving texts your way.

Eventually, when your boyfriend exited the changing room–he didn't look for you. Instead, he left in a hurry to go meet with his new teammates.

At first, you thought nothing of it. Maybe he didn't see you? Yet, when you ran up to give him a hug–you were met with the most horrible words.

“SECURITY! Get this fan off of me.”

You were stunned. Tears welled in your eyes. You ran the other way, too your car, and drove to your hotel.

That night you watched as your boyfriend posted on insta about living it up with pretty blondes and lots of booze.

You’re fingers typed out a message on a post you weren't even tagged in

“You’re gone, gone, gone away. I watched you disappear.”

Only to get a reply from Luke Hughes

“@Y/N_goblue you good? Call me.”

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