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┈ ✧.* romance in the red line

┈ ✧.* summary﹕You and Nami attend Vivi's well-planned sleepover, and meet a new face the next day.

╰┈➤ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ pairing﹕one piece x fem!reader

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┈ ✧.* chapter v﹕three's a crowd

“Wow, Vivi…” You took a deep breath in, marveling at the architectural wonder before you. “This is…”

“Totally awesome?” Nami chimed in, looking around the room.

“I was gonna say that it rivals the work of Michaelangelo, but that works too…” you replied.

Vivi crouched down and crawled into the blanket-pillow fort, poking her head out and looking up at the two of you.

“Feel free to come in! There are many snacks for us to share and movies to watch!” Vivi said cheerily, tucking herself back into the fort.

Both of you crawled after her, choosing your spots within and diving straight into the generously provided snacks.

Nami shoved a handful of pretzels in her mouth, “You’ve really outdone yourself, Vivi.”

“For sure,” you added. “Having a sleepover wasn’t on my college to-do list, but it definitely should have been.”

“And without the boys!” Nami cheered, kicking her legs excitedly. “No Luffy here to eat all the food!”

Vivi smiled at you both, “I’m glad you are enjoying the sleepover! I don’t have any siblings, so I have perfected the art of fort-making from a young age…”

“Well, that’s what friends are for!” You took a couple pretzels from the bowl. “Now we can do all sorts of things you couldn’t do back then.”

“And we can drink!” Nami interrupted, stealing a pretzel from you.

You rolled your eyes, moving over to the laptop to pick a movie, “I’ll leave the drinking to you, Nami.”

“Really?” she snickered. “You seemed pretty open to it when we were at the Baratie. If I can remember correctly, Sanji had to carry you back to the dorm…”

“How the hell would you know that?” you gaped, crossing your arms defensively. “You drank more than I did!”

Nami laughed, crossing her arms proudly, “I can hold my liquor pretty well, for your information! I’ve outdrank at least 30 grown men before!”

“What an accomplishment, Nami!” Vivi clapped.

You grimaced at Vivi’s cheeriness, “Don’t congratulate her for that, Vi…”

“Any more interesting bits of information from you, ____? A story we’ve yet to hear, maybe a long lost love? Or perhaps you and Sanji…”

“Nope, not a thing,” you quickly countered.

“Oh, you’re no fun!” Nami pouted.

You were quick to bring this party back on track, and away from your own personal life, moving to the laptop to search for movies.

“Alright, what are we thinking, gang? Romance? Comedy? Horror?”

Nami made a gagging noise, “Ew, no horror, please. I’m here for a good night, not a nightmare-filled one.”

“I do love romance!” Vivi said excitedly, looking over your shoulder with Nami at the selection of movies.

“Also, I want something classic!” Nami reached for the laptop, scrolling endlessly for movies. “And no superhero stuff, or future-y stuff.”

“Ok, well, we’ve got Clueless, Mean Girls, 10 Things I Hate About You…”

“10 Things I Hate About You!” Nami shrieked, reaching over and clicking on the movie before you could stop her.

Vivi gave Nami a confused look, “I’ve never seen it before, is it good?”

Nami scoffed, “Only the best romance movie of all time! Trust me, Vi, you’re in for a treat.”

“Agreed,” you added, “it’s at least in the top ten best movies of all time.”

“Make that top five,” Nami corrected, leaning back into the pillows.

“I’m glad to be experiencing it, then!” Vivi cheered, joining Nami in her cushioned throne.

You cracked your knuckles, “Alright, ladies! Movie’s starting now, I expect all phones to be silenced and all mouths to be zipped! Now, please enjoy the show.”

“Ok, mom,” Nami quipped, throwing her arms behind her head.

“You wish I was your mom.”

“Nuh uh, my mom’s already the greatest mom, like, ever!" Nami hissed, sticking her tongue out at you.

“Yeah, I already know, we had a fantastic time last night.” You grinned, copying Nami’s pose.

You earned a pillow to the face for that joke.

.

.

.

“I knew it! They belonged together from the start!” Vivi sobbed as the credits rolled, throwing her face into a nearby pillow and staining it with her tears.

“It’s a romantic comedy, Vi,” you said, pinching your nose, “you’re not supposed to be crying.”

Vivi’s lip wobbled, “I can’t help it…”

“Shh…there, there, Vi,” Nami cooed, rubbing the poor girl’s shoulders. “Be nice, ____! It was her first time seeing the movie of a lifetime.”

“It was a romantic comedy, ” you groaned, laying down in the mass of pillows.

Nami hummed, giving Vivi her blanket before collapsing down beside you.

“Tell you what, girls,” Nami yawned, pulling her sleeping mask over her head. “We absolutely need to go shopping soon. I know we all need a break after this heart-wrenching cinematic experience.”

“It was a fucking romantic comedy!”

“Well, so was the Fault in our Stars, and I cried at that!”

“You’re supposed to!” you yelled, hitting Nami with a pillow, “it’s not a comedy!”

“Comedy, shmomedy,” Nami shrugged, “you in for a shopping trip, Vi?”

Vivi smiled, her blanket pulled up to her chin, “Yes, it sounds very fun! I would love to go out with the two of you again!”

“Well, I suppose that depends on our little roomie,” Nami smiled devilishly, turning towards you. “You in, ____?”

You grimaced as the two girls looked at you expectantly, waiting for an answer you didn’t want to give. Nami’s eyes were dark and knowing, while Vivi’s were light and full of happiness, unaware that Nami would probably coerce her into paying. You were more than capable of saying no to Nami, but Vi? A world with a sad Vivi was a world you couldn’t bear to live in.

“...How about Friday evening, after classes?” you muttered.

“Perfect!” Nami cheered, sliding the sleeping mask down to cover her eyes. “I’ll see you girls then. Just text me when you two are out of class and we can head out!”

“A terrific plan!” Vivi said, snuggling into her pillow. “I will see you both in the morning, good night!”

“Yeah, night, Vi,” you murmured to yourself, fearing for the safety of your wallet.

And so you joined their roommates in their quests for sleep, shutting your eyes and curling up in the mound of blankets and pillows surrounding you, giving you a very cushioned send off to the world of dreams.

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“...up, ____,” a voice mumbled above you, though you were hardly able to make out their words on account of the pillows smothering your ears.

Instead of responding, you just rolled to your side and pulled the fluffy comforter over your body, deciding that whatever the person was trying to tell you wasn’t worth it. You could decipher it in a minute, or five. Hell, why not just make it ten?

“Wake up!” the voice, now shouting, called out.

The dull pain in your ears was nothing compared to the unexpected pain in your face as a pillow hurled at top speed smacked you in the head.

“Hey!” you shrieked, clutching your cheek and looking around frantically. Nami stood above you, fully dressed with a hand on her hip, brows furrowed. 

“Are you kidding me? How many times are we gonna have to wake you up?” she huffed, throwing a pile of clothes at you. “You’re lucky I set my alarm for earlier, you still have time to get ready.”

“My savior,” you groaned, examining the clothes laid before you. “Thanks for the clothes, though.”

Nami certainly had style, and it wasn’t hard to see with her daily outfits. What she picked for you chic, but comfortable enough to walk to your classes in, and wasn’t that the college dream?

“Oh it’s nothing, just something I threw together for you,” she giggled. “Vi’s in the shower right now, so once she’s done and dressed we can head out, ‘kay?”

“Got it, girl boss.” You rose from the jumbled mess of pillows and blankets and stepped carefully over to the closed bathroom door, gingerly knocking.

“Vi, it’s me! Mind if I come in for a sec?” you called out.

A muffled ‘yes’ came from the other side, so you creaked the door open and stepped inside with your bundle of clothes, doing your best to get dressed as quickly as possible.

“Sorry for the intrusion, Vivi,” you apologized, slinging the top over your shoulders.

“Ah, it’s no problem, really!” she said from behind the glass walls of the shower. “I hope you had a good night’s rest after our sleepover.”

You scoffed, “Oh, believe me, the rest was wonderful. It was the wake up call that sucked.”

Vivi laughed heartily, the sound echoing in the cramped bathroom, “This is the second time Nami has woken you up, yes? I am glad I missed this time, the first was quite…brutal.”

“Be lucky you’re not on her bad side, Vi,” you snorted, pulling your phone out.

Aside from notifications from games and emails, you did have a couple unread texts from Sanji this morning.

| Mr. Prince: Good morning Sleeping Beauty!!!!! | Mr. Prince: &lt;333333333 Read 8:12 AM | You: lol i swear you say the same thing every morning | You: do all the women in your life get the princess treatment? | Mr. Prince: Just you! | Mr. Prince: I swear princess <33333 | You: swear your loyalty to me and i’ll believe you | Mr. Prince: ;3; | Mr. Prince: If it means earning your love… | Mr. Prince: I’ll do it!!!! | You: lol i’m just kidding | You: pls don’t do anything rash | Mr. Prince: ;3; | You: go forth and take care of every princess!! | You: that is my command | Mr. Prince: You are too kind!! | Mr. Prince: I wilokgopp;;;;;

You raised an eyebrow as Sanji’s final text, clearly too disordered to be anything except for a violet keyboard smash.

| You: did you die prince charming? | You: it’s only like 8 in the morning lol | Mr. Prince: its zoro | Mr. Prince: sanji needs to get ready so im taking his phone away | Mr. Prince: see u guys at 9 | Mr. Prince: Attachment (1) Image

The picture featured was a selfie of Zoro and a very angry Sanji, the latter attempting to wrestle the phone out of the former’s hands. You could also make out a very blurry Luffy crawling over a horrified Usopp in the background, clearly trying to be a part of the picture.

“I’ll give you some space, Vi,” you said, exiting the bathroom and making your way over to Nami amongst the mess of comforters.

“I got a text from Sanji—well, from Zoro, technically. They’re planning on heading down at nine, if that’s cool,” you said, sitting beside her.

“Yeah, that’s fine,” Nami responded, scrolling through her phone. “We’ll probably have a few minutes to kill, depending on how fast Vivi can get ready.”

Vivi’s voice rang out from the bathroom, “I will be out shortly, do not worry!”

“Take your time, Vi!” you shouted back before turning to Nami. “Judging by Zoro’s texts, Sanji might be a while.”

“That tracks,” Nami sighed, a smile slowly forming on her face. “Knowing him, he’s probably ironing his suit right now.”

“Or curling his eyebrows.”

“Or waxing his shoes.”

Vivi’s head poked out of the bathroom, clearly trying to hold back her laughter.

“Perhaps,” she giggled, “he is powdering his nose!”

The room was silent for a second before the three of you burst into laughter, doubling over at your stupid jokes. You could afford wasting a couple of minutes to laugh, unknowing that the boys were, indeed, waiting for Sanji to finish ironing his suit.

“Pancakes aren’t that bad, Vi,” Nami said, drizzling her stack of pancakes in tangerine syrup. “You just gotta add what you like on top!”

“Yeah, Vivi!” Luffy said, voice muffled as he stuffed his face with his seventh pancake. “You’ve got syrup, sugar, butter, ice cream, gravy, meat—”

“You can’t put meat on pancakes, Luffy,” you pointed out, sliding your plate further away from Luffy’s potential grasp.

“Sure you can!” Sanji said, carefully decorating his own stack. “There’s plenty of traditional recipes that utilize meat and ‘pancake’, though I’m not sure you could call every example a pancake…”

“I’m saying you can’t put meat on pancakes like how Luffy does it.” You gestured to Luffy’s plate, which consisted of pancakes with huge pieces of steak and chicken on top. 

“They’re not even serving steak right now!” Usopp hissed, looking at Luffy’s food with a mixture of awe and terror. “This is crazy! He’s crazy!”

“Pancakes don’t have any special nutritional benefits, but they are yummy,” Chopper remarked, taking a bite of his cotton candy-covered pancakes.

“I will stick to rice, but I thank you for your unique perspectives,” Vivi said, giving a polite smile to everyone.

“Here here,” Zoro agreed, taking a sip from his bottle.

“Stop drinking during breakfast, you have classes afterwards,” you whispered, nudging his shoulder.

“I’ll quit when I’m dead,” he responded unflinchingly, taking another swig.

You sighed, continuing to eat your meal amidst your chattering table of friends. Every conversation seemed to switch, both in topic and participants, every five minutes. You were able to catch details about the introduction of new majors—as if Grand Line didn’t have enough—as well as the topic of Luffy’s potential major.

“Come on, Luffy,” Usopp said, pointing his fork in Luffy’s direction, “you’re gonna have to choose a major soon. Why not try engineering?”

“I don’t wanna do math!” he pouted.

“You could do exercise science like Zoro,” Nami added. “Isn’t Ace doing something similar?”

Zoro hummed in agreement, “I think you’d like it, Luf. You’ve gotta learn a little bit, but you might like it.”

“But I don’t wanna copy Ace!” Luffy cried, shoveling more food into his mouth.

“If you’re interested in it, then you’re not copying,” you reassured. 

“But I’m not interested.”

The table sighed in unison, knowing that any hope of finding Luffy a major would be short-lived on account of his short attention span.

“Well, you can always talk to your advisor,” Sanji concluded, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Or your brothers. They’re juniors, aren’t they? Should have plenty of experience.”

“Oh, yeah!” Luffy exclaimed, practically jumping out of his seat. “I bet Sabo would know what to do! He’s way smarter than Ace!”

“I wouldn’t say that out loud, Luf,” a blond man sitting behind Luffy said, turning to face your group. “You know how Ace gets when you compare us.”

Luffy’s momentary confused expression turned to one of glee as he tackled the man, grabbing onto him like a koala.

“Sabo!” he shrieked, earning the attention of nearly half the cafeteria.

“I think I remember something like this happening with the other brother,” Usopp grimaced, looking all around as if something would hit him at any moment.“Has he been there the whole time?” you whispered to Nami.

“I’ve only started sitting here since last week,” Sabo replied, giving you a knowing smile. “I heard Ace had a rather ostentatious entrance, so I thought I’d surprise Luffy in a little quieter way.”

“...I’m not sure you can call this quiet,” Nami said, watching Luffy squeeze Sabo rather violently.

“Does this mean Luffy’s off our hands?” Sanji asked, peeking over at the reunion.

Sabo seemed to think for a minute, looking between Luffy and your group, before saying, “I doubt he’ll let go in time for his classes, so I can take him for a bit.”

“Sounds good to me!” Nami cheered, standing up from the table. “We should all head to class anyway.”

“Have fun on your field trip, Luffy!” Vivi smiled, waving at Luffy before dashing out of the cafeteria with Nami.

You grabbed your plate and turned to Chopper, “Do you have class right now, Chopper? I’m heading over to the science building to talk to a professor before my biology lab, so we might be heading the same way.”

“I have my chemistry lab there in a bit!” Chopper said.

“Perfect, we can head over now.” You smiled, before thinking for a second. “Are you in organic chemistry, Chopper? Or are you in some higher class?”

“No, I’m still in general chemistry,” Chopper nodded excitedly, but then looked down at his feet. “I think I’m in your class…” 

“Oh, shit,” you blurted, feeling guilty. “Where do you sit? I don’t think I’ve seen you in class before…”

“In the front.”

“...Really?”

Chopper blushed, looking embarrassed, “I can’t see when I sit in the back…”

“Well, I can sit up there with you tomorrow!” you offered. “If that’s not a problem, that is. It might be nice to have someone to talk to.”

“I’d like that!” Chopper smiled, picking up his bag. “But we should head over now, before all the spots get taken.”

You slung your bag over your shoulder, calling back to the table,  “See you guys later! Don’t let Luffy cause too much trouble, please!”

Sabo waved back, laughing, “I’ll do my best, but he can be unpredictable…”

“Hey!” Luffy shouted, “I’m 100% predictable!”

“That’s not—”

Before the conversation could grow into an uncontrollable argument, you escaped with Chopper in tow. Luffy may be unpredictable in seemingly every other aspect of life, but you could certainly predict how that was going to go. There would be no winners in that cafeteria, only poor, emotionally-scarred college students.

It’s truly amazing what you can learn from someone despite knowing them for less than a month.

“I fucking hate chemistry, Chopper,” you deadpanned, feeling wrinkles etch on your face as you looked over the lab you’d gotten on Tuesday.

You’d been sitting at one of the few tables in the building, trying to get a start on your lab before Chopper finished completing the in-class portion of his, but you’d been struggling with question two for roughly the entirety of Chopper’s lab, leaving you feeling hopeless, even with the aid you’d received from the professor.

Chopper looked shocked, joining you at the table, “It’s not that bad! I promise it’ll get better, ____! If you want, I can help you study?”

“Truly, Chopper,” you sighed, “I think I’m a lost cause. But I’ll still take you up your offer.”

You dug your phone out of your pocket and opened your contacts, swapping info with Chopper. Another friend to add to the collection, and this one had inherent value to your major!

“Thanks, Chop.” You smiled, tucking your phone away. “I should probably head to my psych class now, so good luck with your lab.”

“Thank you, ____!” Chopper beamed, waving you goodbye.

Luckily, your psych class was in the next building over, so you didn’t have to worry about being late. In fact, the only thing you had to worry about was your chemistry lab. Psychology wasn’t too hard for you, especially back at South Blue High. It was basically just memorization—albeit a lot of memorization—that you didn’t really struggle with. Differentiating ideas could be a tad difficult, but nothing you couldn’t manage. Way better than chemistry, at least.

Your class wasn’t all too great, however. It was full of people who didn’t really want to talk to others, leading to incredibly bland discussion times. Their lack of enthusiasm killed your vibe, so despite the subject being a total snoozefest, you weren’t really looking forward—

“Hey, ____!” Luffy yelled, waving at you from a lone table near the back. 

Sitting beside your rambunctious friend was his brother, Sabo, who also gave you a polite wave.

“...Is this part of the field trip?” you asked Sabo.

“Well, I’m TA-ing for this class, so I thought it might help Luffy to learn about other subjects!” Sabo said, grinning.

“Wait, you’re the TA for this class?” You raised an eyebrow, setting your bag down at a nearby desk. “I didn’t see you on Wednesday, and you weren’t introduced either.”

Sabo leaned back in his chair, “It was a spur of the moment thing. I’m a sociology major, but I thought I might dabble in psychology. It’s fascinating, the mind, and what you can do with it…”

“You sound like a supervillain.”

“Me? A supervillain?” Sabo gasped, putting a hand over his heart. “I’ll have you know, I am the kindest, gentlest, utmost altruistic gentleman this world has ever seen! Isn’t that right, Luffy?”

Luffy blinked, not a single thought going on behind his eyes, “Sabo is totally awesome! One time Ace dared him to eat a caterpillar, and he did it!”

“...Gentleman, huh?” you snickered.

Sabo shrugged, his grin tugging at one end of his mouth, “What can I say, I was a strange child. But not as strange as Luffy…”

“Hey!” Luffy yelled, shaking Sabo violently as the latter laughed.

“Well, if you have any questions, just ask,” Sabo said, easily pushing Luffy off. “Though, you seem like a smart cookie, so I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

“Or you could ask me!” Luffy shrieked, trying to push back against Sabo.

You laughed, finally taking your seat as class began. With Sabo and Luffy providing you company, the class wasn’t so bad. Sabo was nice to talk to during discussion times, as well as when you were filling out your notes—though it was slightly grating to hear your notes being critiqued. Luffy, despite being reprimanded by the professor multiple times, kept the mood of the entire class up. Luckily Sabo was good at smooth talking, or else Luffy would have probably been expelled. You can only break the same desk so many times before being a lost cause.

As soon as the clock struck 3:20, everyone filed out of the room. You left with Sabo and Luffy, making your way over to the cafeteria for dinner, though Sabo planned on showing Luffy one more class before officially ending their ‘field trip.’

“Has any class struck a chord with you, Luffy?” you asked, glancing over to your friend.

Luffy seemed to think for a moment before speaking, “Nope.”

“Seriously, Luf?” Sabo groaned, pulling on his hair. “Not even sociology? Come one, it’s awesome!”

“I hate sitting in a classroom all day!” Luffy pouted, dragging his feet as he walked. “I wanna do something cool, like being a firefighter!”

“Well, you can bring that up to your advisor,” you offered. “I’m sure there’s a degree that—”

“Fire Fist!”

You felt a tug on your waist as Sabo pulled you ever-so-slightly closer to him and away from Luffy, and within an instant you understood why. Hurling towards Luffy at top speeds was Ace, who tackled Luffy and sailed into the nearby grass patch.

“That’s 572 to 0, Luffy!” Ace cackled, slapping his brother harshly on the back.

Luffy heaved for a couple of seconds, clearly trying to catch his breath after being so blatantly assaulted by his older brother.

“I’ll get you next time,” Luffy scowled, jumping to his feet. “I’ve been working on my punches too!”

“Oh, I’m shaking in my boots,” Ace snorted.

“Now, now, guys,” Sabo said, releasing you. “You almost hurt this poor young lady! What would Dadan say if she saw you now?”

“Don’t leave the house until you’ve done your chores?” Luffy responded, picking his nose.

Ace punched Luffy again, causing the latter to fall over onto the grass. He stepped up back onto the sidewalk, approaching you with an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry ‘bout that, ____,” Ace chuckled, scratching his head. “But brothers will be brothers, ya know? Can’t go a day without tackling one of them.”

“I seem to manage just fine,” Sabo coughed.

“...In other news,” Ace said, “I thought I might invite Luffy and his gang of pals—that’s you—to a lovely restaurant in order to celebrate the upcoming hockey season!”

“Is it really hockey season? School literally just started,” you deadpanned.

Ace barked out a laugh, “Every season is hockey season, baby! Now, I have other plans currently that I’m 10 minutes late for—”

“You’re what ?” Sabo’s eyes widened as he turned to Ace.

“—and I need to be there soon, so I’ll take your stunned silence as a ‘yes’ to coming, and I’ll see you Saturday night at eight!”

Before you could even respond to Ace’s outlandish statements, he sprinted away as quickly as he came, dashing through—not around—groups of people, knocking over countless bystanders as he ran away.

“Your brother is a work of art, Sabo,” you finally said, feeling breathless watching Ace’s escape.

Sabo only snorted, looking down amusedly as his little brother rolled angrily through the grass.

“Which one?”

“...Fair point.”

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[uraichievents]

Welcome to this year's UraIchi Prompt Challenge! For our 8th PC, we will be focusing on crossovers!

Like we did for a previous mini-event, this year will also have a spin-the-wheel component. For PC8, you will be spinning for at least one random fandom and creating a crossover fanwork with it. A total of 300 different fandoms were nominated in the space of a week, so you'll have plenty to choose from. For most of them, I tried to copy the fandom names straight from the AO3 tags. The only exceptions are if they're not on AO3, or if I thought a catch-all name suited it better (ie. Marvel Comics (Any) because there are just too many of them, and this way you can pick whichever Marvel comic/movie/etc. you want). But overall, all fandoms that were nominated have been included in one of the wheels.

Before we get into that though, here are the rules for PC8:

1) Fanworks must be UraIchi-centric and complete. Obviously, this year, they must also be crossovers in some shape or form. UraIchi can be romantic or platonic (lovers, friends, family, enemies, etc.), so long as you can stick a / or an & between them, and they and their interactions are the main focus. 2) Any kind of fanwork is allowed if you can pull it off (fic, art, vid, gifset, etc.). There is no word limit for fics. 3) Poly ships are fine so long as UraIchi is in there somewhere. 4) The general definition of a crossover is a fanwork where two or more fandoms are combined in some way. For the purpose of this event, dimension travel, fusions, isekai, reincarnation, and resurrection would all count so long as your work includes at least one other fandom outside of Bleach. Likewise, Bleach must obviously be one of the fandoms. Basically, so long as Bleach and 1+ Other Fandom(s) are combined in some way, starring UraIchi as the main characters, then you should be good. If you are unsure whether your idea of a crossover counts, you can always send in an ask to check.

Post Date:

The due date for this event is December 31st, 2023, and the AO3 Collection will open at 12am (PST). I’ll reblog this post with a link to the collection closer to the date.

Tags:

If you’re posting your work (or a link to your work) as a post on Tumblr, you can tag it #uraichi prompt challenge 8 in the first five tags so I can reblog it here.

And finally, what you've all been waiting for:

As I mentioned before, I used Wheel Decide to make the wheels, but each wheel has a limit of 100 items, so since we ended up with 300 fandoms, I've had to split it into 3 wheels.

There's no specific theme or category for each wheel. I threw everything into a random choice generator, and then threw the results onto each wheel in batches of 100, so it's all random, and you can play this in a number of ways. You could just pick one wheel, spin, and get your fandom that way. You could also spin two or three wheels, and then pick your favourite out of the fandoms you get. Or you could spin all three wheels and write a four-fandom crossover like a crazy person. The point is, there's pretty much no wrong way to go about cobbling together your crossover.

If you want to submit more than one fanwork, feel free to spin for as many as you want to write/draw/etc. (of course, they should all be complete). And yes, you can spin more than once if you're really stuck on the fandom you get, or you just don't know the fandom at all.

I think that's about it, if anybody has any questions, please don't hesitate to send in an ask. Then, without further ado, here are the wheels:

WHEEL 1

WHEEL 2

WHEEL 3

Have fun!

#bleach #psa #uraichi #uraichi prompt challenge 8 #uraichi prompt challenge

[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Female Reader (Second Person Narrator)

Word Count: 1,347

Summary: Your days in high school were unforgettable thanks to Eddie Munson’s playful idea of teasing.

Warnings: Alternate Universe (No Upside Down), Time Skip (includes bits of High School before skipping to Adulthood), Crushes, Pining/Yearning, Teasing, Fluff, Hugs (with dubious consent, but it is welcome), Mild Angst, Flirting, Pet Names (li’l hellspawn). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: After watching Stranger Things, I couldn’t stop thinking about how I imagine Eddie totally doing something like this. Older Eddie inspired by these picture edits which just slapped me right across the face (in the best way possible). This probably needs a second part—which may or may not ever happen. Hope you enjoy anyway!

I love feedback, so go ahead and reblog if you want. However, I give no permission to copy, translate, rewrite or post my work on any third party website or app. Seeing my work posted anywhere beside my blog, my library blog, or my AO3 account (FoxglovePrincess) means it’s been stolen/plagiarized.

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This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

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You realize somewhere along the line you made a ‘mistake’—if you could really call it that. In fact, you knew the exact moment where you met the point of no return. It happened too fast and you were stupid and immature and self-conscious and overwhelmed and not thinking straight—all because Eddie went in for a hug.

You don’t know why your body did it, but you ducked out of his enclosing arms and backed up a step, feeling the heat fill your cheeks and your heart flutter. Babbling apologies rushed from your lips, but it was too late.

That small, supposed-to-be inconsequential moment cemented you on a path both maddening and marvelous. Because Eddie would not let it go. Oh no, not when you were his li’l hellspawn.

See, your brother was older than both of you—a senior when you were in 8th grade. Into the fantasy, the heavy metal, the alternative side of things. He met Eddie when your family moved to Hawkins in the middle of the school year. And then you met Eddie. 

The crush hit you almost the moment you set eyes on him. He was gorgeous, wild, expressive. His smile lit up the whole room. You could have listened to him laugh for hours. And he had no filter, cursing the moment he laid eyes on you walking into their club meeting before turning his irritation to your brother. Even his pout had been cute that night as you watched them play D&D from the sidelines. It was safe to say he wasn’t too pleased to meet you.

Still, the next year when you started at Hawkins High, you were swept under Eddie’s wing. Without your brother to protect you, he stepped in as a trusted upperclassman—at least, that was his explanation.

To say your crush grew exponentially would be an understatement. Then the hug incident happened and sealed your fate.

At first, it took you by surprise, Eddie’s game. Every time he saw you walking around, he grabbed you in a hug. From the front, back, or side, if he caught a glimpse of you, you found yourself in his arms. In the library, the cafeteria, the hall, the gym, the field, the auditorium, wherever—even off school grounds.

In favor of honesty, you could admit to yourself you loved it. Getting swept up by him, smelling his cologne, being held in his arms.

But you couldn’t admit it out loud. No, definitely not. That was against the unspoken rules. You learned them quickly and early on. Eddie hugged you when he noticed you. The hug would last as long as he wanted. No matter how he rocked or swung you around, you kept your footing. You didn’t say anything, except perhaps an exclamation of “Eddie!” ringing with phony indigence. You didn’t hug back or show any indication that you were inwardly swooning. Because if you did, you knew it would stop, the game would be over.

So, you played along, filling your role in his teasing game. Not serious for him, but everything for you.

What started as the most pathetic, transparent lie you ever perpetuated, morphed into stolen moments. Feeling giddy and guilty every time you raised your voice in the hallway hoping to catch his attention, or walking past him more than once for no other reason than to do the same. Hoping he might hear your voice or look up at the perfect time and give you what you wanted.

If he ever caught on to your crush or your schemes, he never said. Still presenting his arms wide when you crossed paths or notching his head on your shoulder when he snuck up from behind.

Your friends thought it was weird and you took no time correcting them. They didn’t need to share the special moments between Eddie and you. They wouldn’t understand. Their crushes on Tom Cruise or David Cassidy or the boys on the basketball team didn’t appeal to you.

You knew Eddie. He brightened your day. He tried to make you laugh. He cared.

He let you crash Hellfire meetings when you couldn’t stand listening to your parents fight for another minute. He let you sleep at his trailer when you needed a place to lay low. When he found you under the bleachers one day in the late autumn of your junior year, he hugged you from behind. But when he noticed you were crying? All teasing dropped. He stayed with you until your tears dried and you could tell him what happened, the gentle weight of his arm wrapped around you and holding you for hours.

You dreaded to think that he thought of you as a younger sister. But you were willing to take it if it meant he would wrap you up tight and hold you for those precious seconds.

After high school, your lives took different paths. You left Indiana. He stayed. You’d missed him and sent a letter every few months—at least for the first year. He never responded. So you tried to move on, only to find yourself right back where you started.

Even so many years later, Eddie still appears in your dreams doing what he always does. Gripping you in a giant hug and flashing a twinkling smile. It doesn’t happen often, but it leaves you lying awake, yearning. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened back then if things had clicked into place.

The thought haunts you as you walk around the town square, past the old movie theater and what used to be Melvald’s General Store, remembering the lay of the land. Feeling strange, almost uneasy. You didn’t imagine yourself ever moving back to Roane County, but somehow everything in your life started pointing right to Hawkins. How could you refuse? 

You pass by a new mechanic shop on the corner and turn down the side street to head back to your modest home when you feel them. You tense and stumble back as someone wraps their arms around your waist. A shriek of outrage passes your lips. Your hands clamp on their forearms, noticing the oil smudges and the tattoo by the elbow. The inked bats give you pause.

You swallow your nerves, but refuse to hope. “Eddie?” you squeak.

“Thought that was you, li’l hellspawn,” he sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder. “Can’t believe you came back.” His arms tighten around you and you have no choice but to lean into his embrace. He smells the same under the motor oil and sweat—wearing the same cologne.

You stand silent in his arms, remembering the rules of the game. You wait with that old familiar anticipation of the release. But he doesn’t move.

“You still hate hugs?” he asks, voice soft and tentative.

You sigh and shake your head. “Honestly,” you confess, “I never did.”

His arms loosen and he steps around you. The moment your eyes find him, all those silly, adolescent hormones rush through you and knock you back.

He’s aged well. His hair hits just under his chin, but he’s tied back with a bandana. The black ink of newer tattoos peek from under his shirt collar and sleeves. A short and scruffy beard defines his jawline. But he still wears a guitar pick around his neck. His smile still brightens his whole face. He still radiates safety and warmth.

“How long are you staying for?” he asks, wiping his fingers with a dirty rag.

You try not to stare, though you fail miserably. “The foreseeable future,” you reply, a little dazed.

His eyes drop to the ground as he tucks the cloth back in his pocket.  “Good, that’s good.” He nods, more to himself than you. His gaze lifts, raking up your form. The intensity stuns you. Your belly flip flops pleasantly. “We can pick up where we left off.”

That look in his eye, the mischievous quirk of his lips—you swallow hard. The end of the old game, it seems, starts the beginning of the new.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things #alternate universe #no upside down #fluff #mild angst #drabble #18+ #minors dni

[rorah]

Your Leraje design is so beautiful!!!! I loved Ammeh's story so much and your design brought it to live marvellously!!! It felt like you guys made her a completely new and original character instead of a copy of Byleth or Dimitri.

Do you have any extra headcanons / brainworms about it??

PS. By the way the wiki says Leraje is a handsome demon in green who is carrying a bow. And in Yugioh there's a card that is called the "Leraje The god of Archery".

PSS. If Leraje loves horsies thanks to Dimitri in Ammeh's fic, Bow Knight Leraje when??

Oh, dear anon! let me smooch you =3= Thank you!! Hope you had left a good comment on Ammeh's work, because It's beautiful 💕. I mean, it's not a duty, but it's always appreciated by authors 🫶 Now, for brainworms I can't really say much because she's mainly under @ammeh7 's conception. I only translated her in visual language👉👈. If you ask me about those visual aspects I can expand🫰. For example, Given Byleth's and Jeralth's raw haircut, you could imagine Leraye should have look like a wild kid on the streets, however, Alois have been with them, and who knows where his spouse and daughter are during that time. I just imagine they could have go to them and get the extra help needed for those stuffs. But of course, it's not really something on me to say. Perhaps They went to someone else for a fresh haircut who knows (tbh, i went with the 2 idea that came to my mind, If I were serious I should've explored different hairstyles and such). Besides, I did Leraye's hair thinking about a mix of both, Dimitri and his princely straight hair, and Byleth's fluffy and wavy hair (I draw her fluffy bc Look at Sitri's). So since she has those royal genes, that hair must be something manageable ✨ I could expand on her clothes too. Since Jeralt and Byleth's clothes have similar patterns, I imagine Jeralt must know some tailor he can commission. In addition, since he already has experience in that matter, he can tutor Byleth on the topic of "Wearing big clothes because kids grow like weed." So some type of garment that can be adjusted over time comes in quite handy, since they can't carry a lot of things. Not to mention the footwear because it is also changed every so often. So sometimes you have to be creative xD I also could think of motherhood suits Byleth so nicely, since being a teacher made her grow, now that she doesn't have that in Hopes, she can take this chance to learn and develop herself a bit. And there's Sothis too. Perhaps Sothis wakes up early and she is fond on the little kid so she is less condescending than what was portrayed as in this game C:

Btw I looooooove the idea of Leraye could have a preference for bows 🥺. I like to think Byleth learned bows because for kids, it's convenient to just hide than fighting in close range (It totally doesn't have to do with the fact That I almost always made my Byleth a Falcon knight with bows bc brrrrrrr). Bow knight Leraye would be Awesome!! 🙌💓 (I am concerned about her strength though 😅)

#ask box #fic stuffs #Leraye/leraje my beloved #Im really up for the demon girls with demon boy's names 🫶 #Isn't that lovely?? #few3h fanfiction #one-night stand during academy phase AU

[fahye]

I just practically inhaled both A Marvelous Light and A Restless Truth and now I don't know what to do with myself because I just want to keep reading THAT. FOR AS LONG AS I CAN. I can't wait for your next one, thank you so, so much for writing these!!!! To say that I'm excited for the next one is an incredible understatement, but to express it properly would send me tipping straight into complete incoherence. I LOVE all of your characters, and I can't wait to see what you do with them next, and I did absolutely cry when I got to the end of A Restless Truth just about the fact that the book EXISTS, and I can keep it, and reread it as many times as I want (and quite likely buy several more copies to lend out to everyone I know). Anyway, a heartfelt and slightly tearful thank-you from a lesbian who at age 18 was very much Maud "Can I Get An Instruction Book Please" Blyth (complete with the adhd). I hear rumors that the next book is going to have a lot to do with Hawthorn and I'm incredibly excited for that as well, I really hope Alan Ross is involved because he seemed super interesting too (and also like he wouldn't put up with Hawthorn's shit!). Also Hawthorn and Maud make me emotional and I'm deeply concerned to learn more of Hawthorn's backstory, this is a guy we knew was tragic right out of the gate, and after A Restless Truth I'm now very attached!!

oh man given that the blurb of book 3 is out now I should get on top of my inbox full of messages speculating about book 3, huh. YES. hawthorn backstory! you're going to get plenty of that!

anyway: anon, I'm so so happy to hear that maud's experience was relatable for you. there are bits and pieces of me in her, as I suppose there are in most of my characters, and that feeling of scrambling half-gleefully and half-frantically around in the dark, trying to piece together a coherent picture of your sexuality when hit with your first Girl Hot Oh No situation, is one of them.

#ask replies #a restless truth

[turojo]

With the idea in mind and data being collected all that's left is to get the base... Really he shouldn't be testing fate right now. Paldea has strict policies for what Pokemon are allowed in ( which he is partly to blame for ) and getting permissions to allow the scientist who created a nature bending time machine and questionably lax morals to get a Pokemon for genetic tempering is ... far-fetched at best and worthy of Geeta revoking her tentative sanctions on allowing him back in the region without getting arrested if he 'cleaned his act and his mess' at worst.

...But if he really thought about it this was to make his job easier soooo-- That didn't take too much convincing.

The 1993 gen one Porygon was only available at the Game Corner in Celadon decades ago. Doubt going there now will get him the specific Porygon he was looking for and if the business was still there at all for that matter. He could go to Kanto just to waste his time on some wild Yungoos chase ... or he could just go to the source and cut out the fifteen other steps. A flight, an exchange, a flight back and then done.

Turo had just about rubbed the corner of his beard raw in thought. He did have a contact he'd been saving for quite the challenging moment thanks to a very important work oppurtunity long ago. If this wasn't the perfect moment then who knew what was. This wasn't exactly the "best behavior" he promised, but it was simply a means to an end. No moral standing that he even cared to believe in. Just business.

So with that he quickly secured the lab, directing his Rotom to lock networks and blackout any connection that can be used as surveillance or a trace back. He can explain it as a momentary black out should that be a point of concern. The lighthouse lab foundations were old after all and really no one but him in Paldea cared to know about equipment mechanics and jargon. He practically built the labs by hand.

Finally Turo even turns the lightswitch off as extra precaution and thumbed through his Violet book copy he's just about carried everywhere with him. Zolt had flickered close to him as a light source. Between the worn pages of age and continued reading was the occasional polaroid. He didn't care for pictures or keepsakes most of the time. The few he had of his lifetime were but a handful collectively; one of a young but straight faced Turo on his first day at the Academy, another of his graduation and-...oh there it is.

The pages stopped turning. There between Heath's words was his time at his first internship alongside forgotten faces. The photo itself wasn't important really and when he flipped it over a smudged but still legible number was on the back. He faintly remembered it was used as a secure line and very few times did it need to be dialed if only to ensure the project his team was working on was to it's funder's likings and specifics... The subject and the funder were heavily guarded and very secret. Some might call it a breach in morals but Turo could not be happier to test his abilities with technology and building an advanced suit for a genetic marvel and scientific breakthrough at the time. He might even call it the moment he found his true calling.

Hopefully the number still works all these years.

The rotom gave a snicker and retreated to Turo's phone as he raised it up to dial the number.

Means to an end and Giovanni Sakaki was all business.

#ic. » .002 ✦ #p. the paradox effect #throneseize #me and plane have been cooking #and turo is on the menu #...that sounds gross #ANYWAYS-

[psalacanthea]

WiP Whenever

I’ve been straight sucking at mental engagement these last couple weeks, so apologies for every tag and cool thing you did I’ve missed.  Sorry about that.  Going to try and catch up.  For now, thanks @kirkwallsdumbest for the tag today.  Here’s what I’m working on!  Some flirting from the Baldur’s Gate 3 fic.

...

“How is it?” 

The question dragged Zyn out of her contemplation, watching clouds scudding along.  She blinked and glanced back down, still feeling a little muddy and uneasy from tangling with the gnoll’s brain.  Gale smiled at her amiably, gesturing at the sky.

She looked up again, trying to ascertain what he wanted her to look at.

“Nary a squint.  That must be a marvellous change of pace for you.”

Ah, that made sense.  “I think it must be the tadpole.” It was the only think she could think of to explain her and Astarion’s lack of sensitivity to the sunlight.  “It is different.”

“Different?  That seems a small word for being able to walk in the sun without being blinded or uncomfortable!  Isn’t it enjoyable, to finally understand what all the songs and stories were about?”

Zyn smiled ruefully, lifting one shoulder in a helpless shrug.  “I was born up here.  What I think is that none of you really, truly understand what it’s like to live in the night, because it’s so dark for you.”

“Mmh,” he said thoughtfully, crossing his arms as they paced along.  “You may have a point.  To us the night is a bit of an enigma, isn’t it?  Deep and quiet and mysterious.  As secretive as you are.”

“Flirt,” she accused with a wry smile.

Gale laughed, the sound a little heavy from his obvious exhaustion.  It’d been a long day, between gnolls and cultists.  They’d really been looking forward to the inn.  “I suppose a denial of that claim would make me look particularly foolish at this point.”

“No, no,” she scolded him, nervously glancing towards the inn hidden behind trees and walls.  They had better not be pissing off the fucking Fist.  The last thing she wanted was to be tangled up with them.  Again.  “What you’re supposed to say is: ‘it was no insincere flirtation, merely a statement of truth’.”  Just for fun, she copied both his cadence and his voice, sinking into it with a practiced ease.

Gale gave a faint ‘hmm’.  “That is somewhat unnerving, isn’t it?  I have heard a drow’s mimicry before, but never before with my own voice as the basis.”

“That’s why I usually don’t do it,” she said, in her more normal cadence and pitch.  “People hate it.  And it’s not perfect, not like magic would be; I’m limited by my own throat, you could say.  Flexible though it is.”

“Intriguing nonetheless.”

“My flexible throat or my abilities with it?” she joked.

Gale laughed a slightly embarrassed, but cheerful laugh.

Zyn glanced down at him, lips twisting into a lopsided smirk.  “Have you ever had sex with your own magical duplicate?” she asked him curiously.

Gale cleared his throat, averting his eyes.  “That is a…question.  Certainly a question!”

“And that is certainly not an answer!”

“No it certainly is not,” he chuckled.  “The answer is oddly…more complicated than you might presume at first glance.”

#wip whenever #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 fic

[resowrites]

What We Do In The Shadows - From Russia With Love (oneshot).

Summary: Laszlo discovers Nadja’s long kept secret and Guillermo has to dissuade Nandor from going on a treasure hunt (this oneshot predates the events of season 4).

Characters: WWDITS cast.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+only MINORS DNI, language, allusions to smut, mention of a homophobic slur, adult themes/humour, Laszlo being Laszlo, lovelorn Guillermo, lightly beta’d.

WC: 2835

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From Russia With Love - a What We Do In The Shadows oneshot.

At the vampire compound.

"Ok, good evening everyone, thank you for attending tonight's house meeting. I'll get straight to it, last night I had an unfortunate encounter with a young woman…"

"Wasn't it more unfortunate for her?" Laszlo smirked at Nandor, eliciting an exasperated sigh from the older vampire.

"Laszlo please… this is serious. I don't care whose guest she was, you must allow visitors back out again if you don't intend to finish them off…" this elicited giggles all around. Nadja, who'd been darning an old pair of stockings, suddenly looked up having missed most of the conversation.

"What are you talking about Nandor? I never leave my dinner unattended… do you know what he's talking about Laszlo?" The vampire to her right shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

"Oh alright, it was me, I invited the young lady back here but when she started droning on and on about her blasted student exchange programme… well, it was enough to put a chap right off his dinner." Nandor stared at him confused.

"Well, why didn't you show her the way out?"

"I dunno… I got bored and wandered off. Shit happens." Nandor rolled his eyes and moved on to the next item on his agenda.

"Is that why you decided to sign me up for online dating? Boredom? Really Laszlo, that wasn't very nice and I'd appreciate it if in future you--" Nadja then cut him off.

"What's this? Is loves biggest loser finally putting himself back out there? Good for you Nandor…" he tried to respond only for Guillermo to pipe up.

"Wait… how would that work exactly, is it a vampire dating site?"

"Don't be stupid Guillermo, why would Vampires need help dating?" Nandor avoided Nadja's eyes and shot a look at the cameraman.

"Okay everyone, great meeting, but I think we should continue this some other time…"

"Hang on a mo, Gizmo raises a good point, a vampire dating site is an excellent idea. Why, a man could get all the chuff he desires at a click of a button." Nadja rolled her eyes.

"Since when did you need help finding chuff? You are practically a chuff hound, my love…" Lazlo doffed his imaginary cap and decided to repay what he considered the highest compliment.

"As are you, my love. We have both been highly blessed in the sexual arts." Guillermo now rolled his eyes though he couldn't help but feel bad for his master, who was now shifting uncomfortably in his heavily booted feet.

"That is true… my loves have been broad and wide. And I'm not just talking about the variety…" at that Nandor stormed off, leaving Guillermo to trail after him.

Nadja and Laszlo to the interviewer:

"You know my darling wife has always been in high demand… personally, I thought she would have made an excellent courtesan…"

"Yes… but I don't like working weekends. Or in the day." The pair nodded in agreement.

"I do however think a vampire sex exchange website is a marvellous idea…"

"I think they call them 'hookups' Laszlo…" he waved his hand at her.

"Whatever… but I may look into the idea, by which I mean I'll get Gizmo to cook something up." Nadja shook her head.

"He's too busy with his head up Nandor's arse…"

"He wishes…" the pair then shrieked with laughter.

"You know now that I think about it, I don't actually think it is a good idea… I mean what if an ex-lover uses it to contact you?" Laszlo looked at her confused.

"And what's wrong with that? I've had many a woman desire a return trip to mount Laszlo…" Nadja scoffed.

"I don't know… look what happened with Gregor, there are some lovers I definitely wouldn't want to hear from again…"

"Oh yeah? Like who?" Nadja considered the long list in her mind for a moment.

"Well, there's Reginald the butcher's son, though I think he died going to work too early one morning. Then there's Rolph… though I think he's settled in New Orleans with a nice shapeshifter now…"

"Oooh, I bet they have fun…" Laszlo sucked on the end of his pipe saucily.

"Then there's Rasputin but I'm pretty sure they eventually managed to kill him…" Laszlo choked loudly.

"Come again? You were courted by Rasputin?" Nadja pursed her lips trying to recall such long ago memories.

"Well, it wasn't so much courting as rogering in every room in the palace… I'm pretty sure we did it in the gardens as well because I remember my bum getting frozen stuck against the lawn…"

"Hold on, hold on… how did you even meet the guy?"

"Well I joined a travelling band of gypsies and you know Rasputin…"

"No, I don't. No one does."

"Well anyway, I showed him a few tricks and he became quite taken with me…" she smiled proudly at the camera.

"Well that I don't doubt my darling, but why did you never tell me?" He looked at her with a woundedly.

"What do you mean? It's not that much of a big deal…"

"It's a huge bloody deal, we're talking Rasputin. Russia's greatest love machine as the song so aptly describes. I don't mind telling you I'm rather upset…" she looked at him bewildered.

"What about? Believe me darling, it was a more mental than physical thing." Laszlo turned to look towards the camera.

At a Substation near the vampire compound.

"You know it's really too bad you can't try some of this, it's sooo good…" Guillermo stared down lovingly at his food while Nandor just sighed and rested his head in his hand.

"You know it's very drab and depressing in here… I can see why you like this place, Guillermo." The familiar looked towards the cameraman exasperated.

"You know master, if you're feeling that lonely, maybe we could give the dating website thing a try…" but Nandor seemed fixated on something in front of him. "Master? Did you hear what I was saying?"

"Shhh Guillermo, look what I've found!" He then held up the same kid's activity sheet that was placed on all the other tables.

"Yeah? What about it?" Guillermo glumly took a bite of his sandwich, annoyed at the conversation already having moved on.

"Don't you see? It's a treasure map? They've hidden treasure somewhere near here for us to find!" Guillermo choked on his drink.

"No, master, that's just a game. I'm pretty sure there's a QR code that links to their app--" but Nandor sprung to his feet, leaving Guillermo to hastily wrap up his sandwich and chase after him.

"Master - where are you going? There's no treasure near here, it's just a made up map…" but Nandor was holding it up to a streetlight, carefully examining the details.

"It says if we walk twenty paces in that direction…" he held out his arm to the left, "we'll find the next clue… come, Guillermo, we have no time to waste."

Back at the vampire compound.

Nadja and Laszlo were sitting in less than companionable silence. Colin Robison sat between them, torn between wanting to break the awkward silence but also finding it an opportune feeding moment. "That's it… I won't sit here in silence any longer, tell me the truth, was he a better lover than I?" Laszlo had jumped to his feet and began pacing back and forth. Nadja glanced up from her book with a look of exhaustion on her carefully powdered face.

"Who are you talking about my love?"

"You know damn bloody well who I'm talking about, your little Russian conquest…" she rolled her eyes and flipped to the next page of her book, determined not to engage him in this foolishness.

"You know it's interesting you mention Russian conquest…"

"I highly doubt that Colin Robinson…" Laszlo was determined to cut him off before he could get started but the energy vampire was undeterred.

"No, it's true, did you know that Alexander the second, who actually abolished serfdom in 1861, was killed on the very day he signed a document agreeing to political reform?"

"That's wonderful Colin Robinson… you know I heard he employed witchcraft, I bet that was responsible for his hold over you…" Nadja threw her book to the side, clearly, she wasn't going to be allowed to read in peace.

"For God's sake Laszlo, it was hundreds of years ago, give it up…"

"No, you can't tell me you 'hooked up' with the same man who had his hand down the pants of everyone in Russia, and not expect me to react."

"Are you guys talking about Rasputin?"

"Quiet Colin Robinson." The energy vampire simply shrugged his shoulders at the cameraman. "Laszlo my love, you know you're my main guy, why get so upset about something that happened so very long ago?"

"Because the man was a legend!" He bellowed out dramatically. "And what's there to remember about me?" Nadja frowned.

"So this is what it's really about? You're worried about your legacy?" She sighed as she slumped back onto the couch.

"You don't understand my love, there are certain things men have to do to remain men…"

"You know that reminds me of that song, you know the one where the question is asked, how many roads must a man walk down, before you can call him a man?" The other two vampires shouted in unison.

"Shut up Colin Robinson!"

Somewhere near a parking lot at midnight.

"Master please, it's cold and it's late, why don't we just go home?" But Nandor frantically consulted his map.

"No - we are getting close I know it, just a few more steps in this direction." He began goose stepping several feet forwards. Guillermo had had enough.

"Master stop… what treasure could you possibly want? You're hundreds of years old, you've accumulated so much stuff in that time, so much knowledge… what could some random parking lot give you that you don't already have? Don't you see what's happening? You're upset about being alone, so you're latching on to whatever comes along. Look at us, we're standing in an empty car park!" He gripped his master's arms harder to comfort him. But Nandor shrugged him away.

"Get off me you little imp. And I'm not making you stay here you know… go on, away with you, be gone."

"No… no, I'll stay master…" Guillermo looked guiltily toward the cameraman. Just then, a small group of burly looking men appeared from behind a suspicious looking van. "Er… master, I think we better get going, we don't wanna get mixed up with those--"

"Hey, hey you there! Phantom of the opera?" Nandor hurriedly looked behind him causing Guillermo to shoot the cameraman another knowing look.

"Excuse me? Are you talking to me?"

"Yeah I'm talking to you nancy boy, what the hell do you think you're doing here?"

"Looking for treasure, what else? And who is Nancy?" Nandor chuckled lightly, confused as to why he was being asked such questions.

"Is that supposed to be funny asshole?" The grin quickly disappeared from Nandor's face.

"Perhaps I should teach you and your boyfriend here a lesson…" Nandor then laughed again.

"Oh… no, he's not my boyfriend." Guillermo cast him a sad sideways glance.

"Oh yeah? I bet he squeals like he's your boyfriend…" the man then hoisted Guillermo up by his shirt collar.

"Hey! You leave my familiar alone! Only I'm permitted to manhandle him!" Nandor delivered a swift roundhouse kick, which sent both the man and Guillermo soaring through the air. He quickly scrambled to his feet and fled along with other men. Nandor stepped up to Guillermo casually and extended his hand.

"… Are you alright Guillermo?" His familiar was badly shaken but otherwise unhurt.

"Yes… I am, thanks to you. You saved me master… why?" Nandor furrowed his brow.

"You're my familiar… I… I have come to depend on you." He then awkwardly placed a large hand on his familiar's shoulder. Guillermo beamed from ear to ear.

"Come on Nandor, I know a place where we can get some treasure.

Sometime later at the vampire compound.

Nadia sauntered into the living room to find a miserable looking Laszlo and a dozing Colin Robinson. "What's up with him?"

"He fell asleep… I guess he gorged himself on my misery…" Nadja bit back a smirk and unscrolled the piece of paper in her hands. She cleared her throat.

"Laszlo Cravensworth, I have here a list detailing all your exploits since your time on this earth. Once I'm finished, I hope you'll see that you really have nothing to be jealous of--"

"I'm not jealous… why, was he bigger than me?" Nadja avoided his eyes and made no reply. He tutted and sunk back in his chair scowling.

"One - you kept all the major whore houses in London in business, they even named a street after you, Helmet Row." Laszlo nodded in recognition. "Two - you were Jack The Ripper, London's most notorious murderer even if no one knows it." His frown then returned. "Three - you're a sexy bad boy who follows his own rules and there is a baby hundreds of years old in another state to prove it." But Laszlo was unconvinced. "And finally - you not only captured my heart, but you have also kept it, after all these many years. I may have broken up with Rasputin, but I'll never break up with you…" it was the kind of statement worthy of an applause break but Laszlo jumped to his feet in alarm.

"What the devil do you mean you broke up with him? Nobody turns down the great Rasputin! But if he couldn't keep your heart, with his magic tongue and black magic powers, what chance do I stand?" He slumped back down onto his chair dejectedly.

"Oh, my love… he had something you'll never have…"

"Oh, and what's that my deadly nightshade?"

"It's simple my love, ambition…"

"What? What the deuce do you mean, ambition?" Nadja bit her lip, hoping he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

"What's there to understand my love? He was a big crazy megalomaniac who wanted to take over the world, all you want to do is shag your dinner and suck blood - what more could I need?" Laszlo furrowed his impressive brow.

"Are you calling me lazy my dear? Because I'll have you know, one can't make hundreds of adult films sat on his jacksy…"

"Of course not, and you needn't worry, there's still plenty of time to continue building your legacy." Laszlo jumped up again.

"By God woman, you're right, I could even make more films, vampires have never been more popular! I'll show them a Twilight they won't soon forget…" Nadja rubbed her forehead.

"No, that's not quite what I meant my love…"

"I could even recreate the one I did with Betti Page… I think I still have the feather boas somewhere…" Nadja looked up at him suspiciously.

"What do you mean Betti Page? You made a porno with America's premiere burlesque sweetheart?" Laszlo gulped nervously and stared at the cameraman. He then dashed from the room with Nadja chasing after him. Suddenly, Colin Robinson stirred in his seat.

"Hey… where'd everybody go?

Later that evening.

"Look everybody, look what Guillermo got for me!" Nandor's booming voice bought everybody into the hallway.

"I say… what on earth have you got there chap?" Nandor grinned as he held up the tiny metal award.

"It's a trophy! It says 'best master in the world!'" Nadja and Laszlo stared at each other.

"Oh is that from Don's trophies and collectables? Yeah… they framed my employee of the month certificate. Great prices, they also have a good range of--"

"Yes that's very nice Colin Robinson, come, Guillermo, we must find the right spot for this…" he then swept out of the room, again with Guillermo trailing after him.

Guillermo to the interviewer:

"You know it's important to recognise that vampires are actually pretty sensitive. You might think that because they've lived for ages, they don't care what others think about them but it's the complete opposite… take tonight. I mean, Nandor might not have cared about some guys threatening to beat him up in a parking lot, but the minute they threatened me he came to my defense. There was no way I'd let him go home empty handed. Because when all's said and done… he really is a good master.

Nandor then burst in carrying his trophy and one of its handles in his other hand.

"What is the meaning of this Guillermo? I go to polish my trophy and it breaks in my hands! Is this any way to treat the best master in the world? Fix it immediately…" he then threw it to the floor and stormed out in a huff, leaving Guillermo to sigh into the camera.

End credits.

A/N: Hi guys, as a huge fan of the film and tv series, it’s my pleasure to present this oneshot! I hope you all enjoy the story and feel I captured something of the spirit of the show. Any feedback is appreciated and I hope you’ll continue to stick around and enjoy new stories in the future!

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#what we do in the shadows #wwdits #comedy #wwdits fx #funny

[ahleezeruinavt]

Had the craziest experience of joining a “superhero roleplay server” for the first time in a while, one not distinctively Marvel or DC just kinda it’s own universe. It was considered “sci-fi” and so I didn’t really see any sci-fi elements really other than the city itself that it took place in but that was whatever

Things hit the fan when I started asking questions about the lore. Namely that if people born off of this island could have super powers (they called it “vigor” and also called their drug “vigor” which seems like it’s just a knock off version of Compound V from “The Boys”). When I tell you these people got so mad so fast.

Nobody on staff could give me a straight answer, and I think most of these people were in high school given their answers. They said no, if you’re born off the island, even if your parents were born on the island, that you could not have powers. I was confused because their written lore said it was “in their blood”. But when asked if it was genetic, they said no. Which is REALLY confusing bc if it’s in your blood when you’re born then it would be genetic.

I pressed a little further to ask why that is, and they dead ass told me “lol no we can’t tell you bc that’s something they’re finding out in the lore later” which is code for “we don’t have a reason yet, stop asking questions”. When something is the BASE REASONING in your RP server, maybe give it some sort of basis other than “people born here have magical powers”

So then I was like “okay so secretly mutated character is a no-go then, okay”, but someone else kept asking questions bc we were both GENUINELY CONFUSED on this whole “it’s not genetic but its in your blood”, bc they compared it with having mutations when you’re a baby. And I was literally trying to wrap my head around this bc no one was saying the same thing.

Eventually, I just got fed up bc the staff started blatantly ignoring me and the other person asking questions and left. My friends sent me this lovely screenshot from after I left.

Mind you, I did leave after “all that” bc no one of staff could give a clear answer on LITERALLY ANYTHING. It took a whole day to get an answer to a SUPER simply question about powers. ALSO I said that if the OC was too similar to X-Men I would 100% be willing to change it bc I had a back up character in mind anyways! Additionally, this shows me they did not read my powers at all bc I stated multiple times this was a NIGHTCRAWLER LEGACY I was looking to import over with any needed changes if she was too similar to Nightcrawler at the end of the day.

Like how are you going to insult me and be wrong about the x-men 😭😭

They then also gave me the most generic copy paste backstory for my character. “Well if you don’t want to be born on Selva, you can have magic instead of vigor” Cool, I asked how she would get her appearance with just magic alone. They just said “freak accident or spell gone wrong idk”

They had also proceeded to deny someone else’s character for assumptions THE STAFF made about them. Also had a ranking system that they didn’t have explained anywhere. Oh btw did I mention that in order to have a group of vigilantes you had to BUY IT WITH THE ECONOMY BOT? Bc god forbid you don’t want to join their one group.

Funniest thing was, when ranting about it in another RP server, someone told me their friend joined the server a while ago and the staff were all condescending and rude towards them. Can’t say I expect less from people who quite literally ignore everything they are asked to talk in general about the words for porn categories 😭

The server is called Selva City, so y’all can avoid it like the plague bc holy shit that was probably the worst RP experience I had in FOREVER.

#roleplay #oc rp #roleplay struggles #ahleezerants #please dont attack the people in this post #i just wanted answers bruh #rant post

[notony-tonyno]

emily antonia. she/her. prehistoric millenial. a relic of the Before Times.

obligatory welcome post. this is a marvel sideblog. i follow from @sithdownani.

about me: i still have the original .zip file containing every single issue of marvel's civil war that i downloaded in 2010. old enough to remember printing copy-pasted a"friend"gers tower-era fanfics from livejournal so i could read them in the middle of my university history classes. literally wept for joy when they announced avengers 1 was greenlit by paramount studios. i am ancient. don't mess with me.

what i like: tony stark. steve rogers, a.k.a. peter's original father figure. deadpool's sparkly nail polish collection. wandavision has been my otp since kindergarten. wanda and pietro are magneto's kids period. the one where literally everyone adopts peter parker.

favorite fandom tropes: clint in the vents. peter, resident Youth of avenger's tower, eating peanut butter straight out of the jar at 2 a.m. steve sleeping on a grease-stained sofa in the corner of tony's workshop. bucky and sam: special guest stars on brooklyn 99. coulson will always be everyone's favorite. kate and yelena are everyone's problem.

what i do not like: people forgetting that a lot of these comics were written for kids who felt (and feel) like outsiders. x-men gave my weird ass a place to belong in my youth and i'll be damned if that wasn't the entire point of the series. fandom drama. discourse in general, but especially discourse that reads like a disagreement between unhinged eighth graders. The Bad Ending.

under the cut: myspace survey from 2008 (to really drive home that i am too old to be here) in case, for some reason, you want to know more about me:

1. Ever been to a professional sports game? i bleed los angeles blue

2. Ever get engaged? yeah. i'm getting married about it.

3. Have you ever been on TV? yes.

4. Ever been to prom? only under duress.

5. Ever stayed up for 24 hours or more? i once hallucinated a blue coyote running across all 15 lanes of the southbound 405 through some part of orange county because it was 3 a.m., i'd just ended my third consecutive 12 hour work shift of the week, and my daily commute was 2 hours one-way

6. Have you ever been to a concert? favorite performance i ever saw was a defunct j-pop boyband front-man who happened to be playing at the nokia club for mysterious reasons

7. Have you ever been in a car accident? sideswiped by a big rig the day of my university music department audition. got a scholarship for showing up anyway.

8. Did you ever learn another language? studied classical latin in high school because apparently i had big plans for updating the roman empire

9. Do you wear make-up? you mean modern war paint? i sleep in it, baby

10. Ever caught the stove on fire? once caught the house on fire with a loaded drier and burned the entire place to the ground

11. Ever meet someone famous? in my misspent youth i was almost internet famous for writing a novel about two guys who ate a lot of ramen and beat the shit out of each other.

...so yeah, that's me. 'sup.

#about me #obligatory welcome post

[incarnateirony]

I cannot believe Shea is still stalking your blog. The miserable bitch got no personality of her own except horrible or what???????? Can't tell Mark you didn't warn him. Dudes gonna be in for an awful time when she finds her next, uh, mark. Heh.

Sorry you're still dealing with that bullshit from your past life. I hope she lets it go soon.

She also stole her LATEST branding straight from a personal experience of mine around 2010 and wrote a big bio about it. That's why I'm like, oh you're pretending that's some message from the gods you hear and honor? Cool story bro, what's the name of the woman that shit was said to. Oh, you and "him" won't know that?

After all the time she went uwu ur magic is different than mine, way over my head, calling herself a shaman, she's made a shop for her "services" painting herself as the hermes dedicant, jacking my shit for her own branding, literally just painting "fraud" on her head to anyone that knows history or the origin of Things.

From stolen character design, stolen shop branding, and now down to even stolen practices she doesn't really understand or study, she is literally doing everything she can to like. roleplay being able to be me. It's the weirdest fuckin shit. Literally psychotic shit. And I know for a fact just cuz I know HER, she's going to be pretending to channel him for people, boiling down to her understanding ending at "be flamboiyant, sit on chair wrong, make Funny Jokes". She used to try to use "channeling" as escapism like a LARP, and basically tried to beg me to bother and call Hermes for any time she had a hair up her ass and essentially got mad neither I or he wanted to play, and more chapped when she was told to stop running from her identity and life by him. But dollars to donuts she's waving her hands around like jack sparrow on the seventeenth sequel caricatured telling people she's channeling.

And they'll defend her. If Mark is even REMOTELY like me he's already sorta covered his eyes and looked away and pretended he didn't notice her forgery or overcompensation. But he'd do real well to catch her standing in the livingroom and ask her when she's pretending to not be her to, say, cite the seven axioms. Or the seven or fourteen processes. Something fundamental to who she's pretending to be a dedicant or vessel for that she hasn't even been assed to read, and watch the blank stare and evasion.

But he won't. He'd have to face the same struggle I did at the last few years of our relationship of me realizing she was at large a fraud. He'd have to face that she is literally trying to recreate me being in her life because Mark isn't enough and doesn't provide the things she still wants. He'd have to accept she still hasn't moved on, and she's engaging in a LARP to try to imagine me in an invisible spot while pretending she isn't. And man, wouldn't that be a bitch to realize about your fiance. As a friend said, "Because if she pretends to be you she doesn’t have to admit she’s a failure at being her. At being a decent person or human or admit she was wrong in how she treated you. The reasons stack up honestly."

I cannot emphasize enough how fucking weird it is to watch an ex throw away her defining attributes (native american shaman, later athena) to badly mimic shit after you left. (It went from "I don't understand the things you do" to "lol actually I do it too I follow hermes too!!!" after the detour she took into 5d flat earth lightworker facebook to scream about cursed lemons as her pivot point--not missing of course her trying to make me cast a twined black candle curse on people because she went fuckin WEIRD.)

ITS. WEIRD. FUCKIN. WILD SHIT TO WATCH. Yes, the marvelous dedicant that hasn't read a book of his, can't cite where her branding is from, can't even picture him without copying my work, and encouraged/antagonized/harbors people that tried to delete one of the largest non-closed-lodge epicenters of information about and from him that people were allowed to explore. Like sitting with people that tried to blow up a church and then saying you're jesus' best special snowflake. Literal insanity. I'm not coming back, Shea, and neither is he. So just stop.

Take a gander at why your Etna muse fucked off to the wind. Figure it out sweetheart. These are literally consequences for your choices, you weren't just abandoned for no reason, they left you because of what you chose to do, and doodling mandalas with mirror features or stealing my shit to turn into literal fucking roleplays to mask through will not change it. Even if it actually gives you a vision to draw and present that's interesting again and doesn't look like a character a 14 year old would make on Furcadia like your shit since.

This is gonna be one of those "I'm going to die mad about it" levels of offense, and then when I die, I'll join hermes, and flip through all the death by a thousand cuts troll tortures he put her through for abusing his name for her free pass for misbehaviors or pretending to be him. She might as well have named herself The Incarnate Irony pagan or The Crustdaddy pagan. Fuckin shit. Dig a little deeper, girl, maybe steal his SomeCrumbAugh. Oh, no, you only knew to steal the one I told you about. Funny how that works. Catch up bitch that's so 2010 of him anyway, it's CrustDaddy now. Nerd.

Quite frankly she'd turn inside out in fucking rage if she understood Why Crustdaddy, too. But her mimicry will never explain it to her. And frankly I can't even say what on the timeline, for the same reason I said I had to step back from leaking for people's protection, but like, bitch That Could Have Been You. Your loss. What could have been? IDK. Figure it out. She calls him crustdaddy. Whomst? Too bad, so sad, you'll never get the benefit she was given instead. Your choices. Your cost. Your hilariously scammed bank account. But sure you have the protection of the god of thieves and the internet who let you fall for some shit that even senile geriatrics can smell the bullshit on. She got a glo up. You got an emptied bank account.

#pagan life #witchblr

[nerdby]

I hate to say it but the one thing Moms 4 Fascism is doing right actually reading the books that their kids wanna read.

Like I fucking hate those people -- there are dads in the group too -- but it is really important to monitor and talk to your kids about the media they consume. When you do that without the intention of turning them into brainwashed fascists, then you're being a good parent. And I'm speaking from experience here. I did not have very good media literacy growing up. I ended up emulating very, very problematic characters because I didn't understand how or why their behavior was problematic. No one tried to sit down and explain it to me in a way that was not degrading and that made me dig my heels in even more.

If someone had come to me and tried to calmly explain the issue with the media I was consuming, I guarantee I would have listened better.

Like let's look at comic books. A lot of comics and manga are rated T or T+. A T rating means its suitable for ages 13 and up, and T+ is the equivalent of an R-rating which is intended for ages 17 and up. I was parentified growing up and was raising my sister who was a toddler and helping to raise two of my cousins when I first got really into Western comics and started checking them out of the library way back in 2005. I was fifteen years ols. So I did, at one point, tell the children's room librarian that I thought (some) graphic novels should be moved to the Young Adult section of the library.

Like kids over the age of 11 can read whatever the hell they want, ok, but I'm not about to hand a toddler a copy of Berserk or like Marvel's Alias/Jessica Jones or the 2005 Punisher arc.

And apparently the librarians agreed with me and the books did get more popular after being moved to the YA section of the library.

Like a lot of people don't realize how mature comic books really are because--

They're ignorant elitist snobs who think that comics are for children

They're misogynistic assholes who think girls shouldn't read comics because of bullshit gender roles

They're fucking fascists who believe that comic books are pure evil because of problematic male readers -- AKA radfems peddling gender essentialist bullshit

Anything adapted to film tends to be heavily censored, especially anime

But if you want to see how mature comics can be I always recommend Marvel's 2005 MAX run as those books are very graphic and political and marketed at adult readers. Or just watch any of the Netflix Marvel series which are a lot based off of the 2005 MAX run. Like seriously did y'all not see Wilson Fisk decapitate a man with a car door????

No???

Here ya go.

And the first season of Jessica Jones is a straight up traumatizing masterpiece of horror.

But you probably wanna stop after season one cause it gets kinda cringe from there on out. The Defenders series is worth watching as well, but really it's better if you just stick to the books with these. The books are definitely better. Except for the OG Iron Fist cause that entire concept gives off majorly racist white savior vibes but that's a story for another day. Read the newer Iron Fist books where the superhero from Asia that saves Asian people from Asian mafias and is the absolute best at Asian martial arts is now an actual Asian person and not some random white dude👌🏻

Check out Iron Fist: The Shattered Sword by Alyssa Wong here.

Like I had someone tell me that comic books are evil because children will try to emulate super heroes. Believe me, no one wants that so if you're a parent whose having that problem

Make them watch the movie Kick-Ass (2010).

Or enroll your kid in martial arts. There are also martial arts how-to's on YouTube. Be sure to emphasize that martial arts should only be used for self-defense because cops are fascist dicks and in real life superheroes go to prison. Because the government wants to prevent minorities from staging a potentially violent uprising and usurping their asses to bring about something that might hopefully be better🙃

Ok, you can leave that last part out but its kind of an interesting thought, huh?🤔

But like seriously if people would just monitor the media they're kids consume and talk them about how and why it might be problematic and why they should not emulate certain pieces of media then.....Well, it'd still be an issue cause fascists have and will always exist. Maybe it would be more contained, though?

Crazy idea, I know.

#comic books #mental health #marvel #marvel comics #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #graphic novels #marvel movies #books #dc comics #anime and manga #manga #anime #moms for liberty hate group #book bans #books books books #comic book movies #cbm #daredevil #jessica jones #netflix daredevil #marvel jessica jones #marvel alias #kick ass #my life #my childhood #media censorship #fascism #leftist #i will never not be annoyed by this

[the-firebird69]

This is his design and he really likes it it's kind of a little bit cheesy and the skull looks kind of funny and what kind of stuck with it. You ding dong dang dick it was evolution of to do with it and he says nothing so he tried to make it so people can copy it at Harley. It's actually a stamp on the skills head too and it says something and he signed this one it's a real thing and we want him to go around signing them. So here's it's kind of mean but this motor is really loud it'll make you go deaf cuz of the pipes are straight pipes and they're legal they're just very loud they have a little muffler in them so he's interested in it and we can pay him in kind too and we'd like to pay him with well I guess Max would really want to try and take these so he wants to use and exchange it's going to be a lot of motorcycles says okay light cycles and we're going to do that and we do know what we're doing and American Eagle makes a version they're extremely fast and we told Trump before and he said good it's over 900 we have like a limiter. It's really him we should make the deal with it's Dan but it's really both of them cuz they both were designing it so really it's their first production chopper and they're repeating the pathway they say they did with Harley and it was inside and we know about it so we went ahead with it we're going to work up a deal and send the light cycles depending on sales and we haven't sold tons of them and Dan wants to get into it so we have all the gear and stuff that matches the movie but it's real gear the movie was just a leather and helmets and all sorts of stuff and we have the other bike he can ride around on we have a Sportster of course and he has no but it's okay and we have a helmet that's a cowboy hat it's not guilty approved though he says he doesn't want that one. So you can pay for public appearances and we don't own Marlboro yet we said we did, he can try and make a deal with them and they would probably say no but it's an opportunity for all the lifetime and say they don't want to burn up and smoke like they are. And really no pun intended but price that's bad they're thinking about it the giant spike in sales by the way and to get him with a marvel jackets and stuff for rodeo actually thinking about it cuz that's the cool looking jacket and it's a cool looking outfit and it is a bit much for them no they've done it before but they've never had someone else do it for like 30 years or exhausted we pull up with the whole shebang and drop it off and it's like five campers and their top of the line pushers and you've got like trailers and stuff that are fully loaded a food truck with everything in it you need to make whatever you want and each has a nice good real size fridge and everything it's really really intense and a motorcycles trailer and a couple of them and cars that you bring with you it's intense for a show probably do it in in Florida but not probably won't agree so you have to do it in a different state like California and they say yeah probably so we're going to get it together and put Harley-Davidson on the buses and stuff and it's removable the removal decal actually he said we can put one on there they can take off and on cuz they can own it it's no reason for us to only I'll send it and they can own it. And they're kind of sights cuz they're going to have this deal with Harley Davidson and it's not Mac I'm still going to attract Max and it's ugly they say and in Cali. And they have the original bike and it's well capped and this is going to be another very hot item it's about outlaws and renegades

Thor Freya

[itsallyscorner]

hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

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Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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