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sanjisblackasswife · 1 year

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So.... Hello! I'm not Very good at english since it's not my language but here we Go. I wanna to say i really love your art (from fanarts to your write style) and i Hope you have a good day today. Anyway i don't know If your ask are ope but How the Monsters trio Will react with they being your First in everthing! (Like First Kiss, First love, First s*x, etc) you can do nsfw-ish If you wanted

aww thank u!:) I am not going to go into grave detail because I am already doing a “First time” series with them but i like this request💓imma do it moreso where you’re THEIRS if thats alright

Being the Monster Trio’s First (NSFW-ish)

Black Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Mentions of sex

I am half sleep and typing this all in one go so mb for my spelling errors im just making up for lost time not posting consistently because school and coms☹️

Being Luffy’s First:

Crush: Being his crush is no different from being his best friend, he isn’t a very romantic guy if he likes you he will just tell you, “Y/N I think about you a lot, and I also think you may have a Lust DF power because when I think of you i get hard.” Bless him he is very blunt. BUT he does mean what he says so..be nice?

Kiss: Probably the most anticlimactic thing ever. Luffy already licks your face, hugs, and touches you a lot so when he starts running at you after a fight to see if you’re okay BAM. His lips smack into yours like a bowling ball and honestly. It’s cute. Completely uncoordinated, damn near sucked your bottom lip off, but…there was just something so addictive and attractive to his kiss that made you want more

Love: Very odd in his case. He just thought he liked you a lot. The signs were evident though, when you tell him he doesn’t deny it persay he moreso brushes it off because being in love is so new to him. However being his first love is something you can’t forget. He reminds you everyday why you’re important. Why he loves you. And why he fell in love with you.

Sexual Encounter: It was fun! You both were inexperienced. He didn’t know what hole to enter, you were shocked by how long he can stretch his dick. You both even spent the night laughing more than actually having sex, but once it came down to business it was a learning experience for you both. He was so attentive to make sure you were okay you felt yourself crying a little afterwards at how gentle he was with you.

Being Zoro’s First:

crush: He’s actually more of an asshole to you Not even on purpose he just doesn’t want to admit his feelings towards you. You’re beautiful, sweet, and charming and dammit he hates that he has feelings and how you always mess them up when you’re around him! He feels so powerless so please be gentle with him…or put him on blast. It maybe attractive to the mf.

Kiss: Awkward, awkward, awkward. He isn’t the rizzmaster okay. Yes he is pretty and he knows it but he is crap to flirting. absolutely crap. He was so hot in the face when you did the first move and kissed him he was a stuttering mess and pulled you back in for another kiss to prevent you from laughing at him. His kisses wasn’t BAD but …just practice with him. Yeah it was awkward but seeing your face so close and personal, smelling your scent. He couldn’t get enough.

Love: DENIAL IS A RIVER IN EGYPT Absolutely ridiculous how in denial he was. Everytime someone even said the word love he’d get so mad because that word applied to you in so many ways. He fell for you and he couldn’t do anything about it. You were the one opponent he could not beat and honestly, he didn’t want to. He fell for you and he fell so hard that it actually makes him nervous to be around you. He doesn’t know whether he loves you or hates you now for being so irresistible to him. Eventually he comes to terms with it and once it does and you feel the same way. Good luck getting rid of him.

Sexual Encounter: You taught him everything. He didn’t know his way from the clit to your ass. It took a lot of trial and error, sex wasn’t really NEW to him. He has seen porn but it’s completely different from films and pictures so sometimes he would back down when making out got too far, eventually he needed that release one late night while cuddling you and even though he could have went to the bathroom you stopped him and …helped him out. Let’s just say Zoro is so grateful he didn’t pussy out this go round!

Being Sanji’s First:

Crush: Sanji is an interesting guy because any woman that knows Sanji knows he is a mixture of a flirt and just having amazing manners for women. You however was just above the usual women he served to. Being his crush was an experience because you seen a side to Sanji most women don’t get to see. You seen him stand up straighter, sly comments that made your heart melt, and even kept his cool…too cool in fact. He really was Mr. Prince for you.

Kiss: The first kiss he planned it out. He knew his feelings about you and that you felt the same so he needed to plan it just right not just for him, but for you as well. The kiss was so soft and delicate you almost didn’t feel it. And that was because he shy’ed away for a moment, scared his sudden bold move would have you smack him, Luckily, he didn’t have to worry feeling your hands cup his cheek to kiss him back. He still touches his lips when he thinks about that time you kissed him.

Love: I mean man…you really are a blessed woman because out of all of the others he has seen and been with he chose you and only you. it’s insane really. He tries in his entire will to not mess this opportunity to find true love up. You being his first love he watches his mouth and actions around you more, He tries his hardest not to ruin the view you have of him and it shows. If you can just reassure him you love him for him and not who he thinks he needs to be. Sanji needs the confirmation that you love him almost as much as he loves you.

Sexual Encounter: LORD—- okay. okay. Just like Zoro trial and error HOWEVER. Much longer and worse. He really is still a pervert no matter how much in love he is with you so you have to take it very slow. Once you both are okay to be naked in front of each other he is back to being a shy boy so you constantly kiss and praise him, telling him how good he is for you, how well he is doing for his first time. You were so kind and patient with him, it never fails to leave a chill down his spine (in a good way) when he remembers that night of love making with you, and now that he has more experience he does nothing but reciprocate the same feelings back to you in bed.

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jessysapphireblue · 7 months

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Brothers Acceptance Luffy x Oc

This is Modern Au Luffy. Nickname is Je, as always, you can change. Also, female. Ace and Sabo are in it. ASL brothers bond.

HIT IT!

You spend the first night in Luffy´s Home, all alone and completly spontaneous. He convinced you with puppy eyes plus cuddles, plus, you are always weak to him and he knows that.

As for now, you were in the kitchen, barefoot, and in one of your boyfriends´ shirt, which was way to big for you. As you looked through the fridge, you saw a few things to cook.

You know Luffy cooks horrible, as he has proven in your own home. Deciding on pancakes and waffles, you took everything out that you needed. Your boyfriend of almost a year was so kind to show you the sweets and snack shed so you smiled, making him hot chocolate.

During all this progress, you heard whining before being hugged from behind, raven hair nestling in your neck, tickling you. "Lu~, good morning" "wha ya awewy bup", he slurred, still sleepy, sighing into your neck.

Blinking a few times, your brain clicked. "Well, I wanted to make you breakfast" "yummy", he pressed a fleeting kiss onto your cheek, arms now hugging your shoulders. "I´m making pancakes and waffles, plus my hot chocolate"

Ace and Sabo yawned loudly when they walked down the stairs. Both came late at night home, way past midnight and were deadly tired. "Damn. I need my coffee", groaned Sabo and Ace yawned loudly, stretching himself. "mmh...thanks for the breakfast Sabo. Scents good" "Breakfast? I just woke up. Thought you-" "No. I also-", the brothers looked at each other, suddenly wide awake, as they dashed the stairs down, nearly falling.

"LUFFY!", both shouted. Last time their little brother cooked something he nearly burned the kitchen down, making scrambled eggs.

They looked more like ash after they were done, their pan ruined and their anxiety went through the roof. Some said, they ages 5 years more.

So when they were down, both afraid that Luffy was cooking, they saw him serving dishes and cups to the table, still in only his underwear. "Ace! Sabo! Morning", he beamed at his older brothers. "Ah! Je! Come meet my brothers", he shouted with a bright grin, setting everything down.

"Right, you said your friend come over", yawned Ace, ruffling his hair while Sabo was relieved. "This looks amazing", he stated with a smile.

When you came out, you saw two older boys. "Je Je! This is my big brother Ace and this is my other big brother Sabo", he introduced you, as you smiled and waved kindly at them, telling the brothers your name.

"A GIRL?!", both shouted. "Of course! Ace, Sabo! Meet Je, my girlfriend" "GIRLFRIEND?!", they screamed , eyes blown wide when they saw his baby brother hugging you from behind, you smiling kindly at him. "A pleasure to meet you both. Lu told me a lot about you two"

Both nodded before being painfully aware that they were only dressed in boxers, their cheeks painting red before dashing up. "SHISHISHI! They like you" "They were quite shocked, Lu" "Meh, they´ll love you. I know I do"

Finally seated, you began to eat, and saw how the brothers all made the same face of happiness and bliss after taking a bite. "I´m happy that you like it", you smiled softly. "It´s so good! You made this?!", Sabo was surprised. "Je cooks amazing. Her desserts are the best, though", admitted Luffy, taking another 3 pancakes and waffles.

"Wait...you spend the night here?", asked Ace, sipping on his coffee. "Yes. it was quite spontaneous", you admitted. "OMG! Luffy~ having fun with your girlfriend, I see", Ace smirked and nudged Luffy, Sabo chocking on his food as he heard it.

"Yeah! We had a lot of fun!", bless your boyfriends´ heart, " we played videogames, watched movies, eating popcorn and we cuddled. Oh, and kissed. It was so much fun" "I meant the other kind, Luffy", smirked Ace. "We did no such thing", you said, serious.

"Oh, thank you god", Sabo breathed out, not ready to be an uncle just yet. "So, how long is this going on with you two?" "Almost a year" "And you just introduce her now?!", Sabo was shocked. "Je was over multiple times but you were never here when she was", Luffy admitted, sipping his hot chocolate.

"Ok, do you have any intentions on hurting our brother?" "Never", you said serious. "What about cheating?" "Ace!!", the brothers shouted at him. "Je would never do that! NEVER! We´re open", Luffy slammed his hands on the table. "So, do you find us handsome?", Ace smirked and winked at you and you looked him dead in the eyes.

"I admire you both, since Luffy always brags about his amazing older brothers, how much you do for him and everything. That is all. The only person I find handsome here is this goofball, who is currently eating my pancake", you finished and Luffy looked so hurt. "Sowwy Je" "I´m already done eating, Lu. You can have the rest" "WEEEE!!!"

Sabo smiled, seeing you two interacting, your smile so honest and full of affection and love for his younger brother, not once mad at him, as he saw you both laughing. "Ace? She´s the right one", smiled Sabo and Ace nodded. "Ok, you have our blessings to date", laughed Sabo and you looked at him. "What?" "We entrust our Luffy here with you"

"Excuse me", you stood up before falling to your knees, clapping. "THANK YOU GOD! My Anxiety was over the roof! I thought I get a heart attack! The pressure!", you admitted and your boyfriend burst into loud laughter, his brothers joining,

Ever since then, you also gained 2 older brothers, along with your boyfriend.

#luffy #luffy x oc #luffy x reader #luffy x y/n #monkey d. luffy #one piece #anime and manga #straw hat luffy #luffy modern #portgas d ace #portgas ace #revolutionary sabo #asl brothers #asl #brothers #chaos

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minijenn · 5 months

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Jen Tortures Herself With Every Dreamworks Animated Movie Ever: Prince of Egypt

Papa Bless (literally) its time for me to talk about one of my favorite animated movies, nay, one of my favorite MOVIES ever made. Prince of Egypt is a work of art. Hands down, it is one of the most incredible movies I have ever seen. I'm not even religious (I did grow up Christian and am now a Filthy Heathen but that's beside the point). The real point is that this movie is one that I think can be enjoyed by anyone reguardless of religion. At its core, they took a simple biblical story and turned it into something with raw passion and emotion and art. And I simply adore it.

Every time I watch this movie, its such an experience for me. I always fall in love with new things, from the fantastic character designs, to the insanely lovely animation to the beautiful songs and score to the way the story is told and the emotions the characters go through with it. Everything in this movie feels huge, weighty, and important. It's very respectful to its source material while making changes that make it work better as a film, particularly the brotherly dynamic between Moses and Rameses that adds a whole new layer of drama onto the story.

As for that story, we all know the Exodus story by now so I'll spare you on that and discuss the things the movie does on its own. That dynamic between Moses and Rameses is at the heart of the movie and it really is just a devestating tragedy to watch them break apart and become enemies because of the huge responsibilities thrust onto both of their shoulders. The fact that tragedy ends on such a heartcrushing note too its just... god. (literally god, get it? cause this is all his fault lol jk ok)

Moses is fantastically written, a great main character to follow who has compelling drama, at first about his true identity and how he struggles to comes to terms with it and then grappling with having to oppose Rameses to set the Hebrews free. Rameses himself may just be one of Dreamworks best villains, you really do feel bad for him but you also know he's bringing so much of this suffering on himself because of his own stubborn pride. The rest of the cast is also fantastic, Tzipporah is lovely and really fun, Miriam is an absolute sweetheart, Aaron is a sassy little loser but I love how he comes around in the end, and well, God is God (the burning bush scene tho, can we talk about that? fucking INSANE)

The MUSIC man, each song is SO damn good its hard for me to even pick a favorite. Deliver Us is such a strong opening, a wonderful way to set the stage that makes the stakes feel high right from the start. All I Ever Wanted is a great way to show the life Moses always knew cracking from the inside out. Through Heaven's Eyes is just a bop with a lovely message about change and growth. Playing with the Big Boys is delightfully sinister and the Plagues, oh GOD THE PLAGUES???? INSANE MAN SO DRAMATIC AND INTENSE AND THE IMAGERY IS JUST??!?!?! BRUH! When You Believe might be my favorite though, it starts out somber but grows into this hopeful triumph of excitement and relief and its absolutely beautiful.

This movie is so beautiful to look at too! The composition of some of these shots, the storyboarding, the facial expressions, the set pieces, the movement of the animation, its all so expertly crafted, so entrancing to watch every second of it. Like I said at the start, this movie truly is an utter work of art in every sence of the word.

I've been gushing about this movie for long enough I think, but I can't help it! It's honestly that good! And its so hard to believe that it came hot off the heels of a trash heap like Antz. Like bruh how were they cooking that shit and the godsend that is Prince of Egypt at the same time??? Insane, utterly insane. This studio is ridiculous.

Anyway, Prince of Egypt is the GOAT and I will fight you if you disagree.

Overall Rating: 10/10

Verdict: Tzipporah marry me pls

Previous Review (Antz)

Next Review (Road to El Dorado)

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 4 months

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Children

Annie and Halsin have a talk about children and the future. Mostly SFW.

It was a conversation Anais knew she and Halsin needed to have.

Need? Yes.

Will it be as awkward as when I told him my feelings? Almost certainly.

Does my heart feel like it’s going to beat out of my chest and run back to Baldur’s Gate on its own? You’re damn right it is.

Their relationship had continued to progress rather quickly, not that they minded. Anais began spending most nights in Halsin’s tent (reading, sleeping, tons of sex) in addition to bathing together (I can’t wait to get ahold of my shampoo at home and use it on his hair---he’ll smell just like cookies). However, as she was wont to do, she dreamed a future after this adventure was over.

And with whom she wanted to share her life.

When she caught sight of him sitting on a stool and whittling, she could not help but smile. As she approached, she called to him. “Hi, love.”

He looked up and met her smile with his own. “My heart, are you well?”

She pulled a second stool and sat down, giving him a quick kiss. “Of course. I haven’t seen you since breakfast, and we’ve been busy with exploring the rest of town…I missed you.” And I’m freaking out because we need to have a talk. “What’s that going to be?”

“A bear for one of the tiefling children. The lad must’ve seen me in wildshape, because he’s asked me a million questions about bears and occasionally being one.” He chuckled, placing his knife and future bear down. “Such an inquisitive mind! Reminds me of myself as a boy.”

She wrinkled her nose. “Running around asking about bears?” She teased softly.

He wrapped a muscled arm around her broad shoulders, placing a kiss on her cheek. “I wanted to know anything and everything about nature. However, I’ve grown to understand that there are some secrets nature prefers to keep.” And as I found out, nature also needs reminding that Halsin is not, in fact, married to it. “Was there something you need, my heart?”

Play it cool, Annie. This is a very normal conversation to have. She smiled nervously. “Well, it’s funny you mentioned children, because that’s exactly what I want to talk to you about.”

His hazel eyes twinkled as he laughed softly. “Ah yes, I knew this topic would come up eventually. So, my love…what say you?”

“You know I love children. I adore them! I’ve always wanted to be a mum.” She giggled nervously. “That’s pretty much it.” That’s it! Keep it simple, Annie!

“All things I am not at all surprised to learn, dearest one.” He chuckled, giving her another kiss on her cheek before speaking again. “I-I’ve never had the chance to have a family of my own. My responsibilities to nature, the grove, Thaniel, the Shadow Curse…they all took precedence. I had lovers, of course, but precautions were taken. That being said,” squeezing her soft upper arm, he kissed her red hair. “If the Oak Father blesses us with a cub or two, I will welcome them with my whole heart and be further indebted to you---for giving me the greatest gifts nature can bestow.” A wry smile tugged on his lips. “I’ll not lie. I’ve thought about breeding you, my heart.”

I’M SORRY, DID HE JUST SAY WHAT I THINK HE SAID?! “B-breed me?” Anais sputtered, her brown eyes wide. Why does that sound so hot? WHY?!

He laughed heartily. “What’s the matter, Annie? Was that too crass for a woman of the city? I mean what I say, sweetest one. To fill you until bursting with my seed, to see you grow heavy with child and your breasts swell,” Halsin love, you’re going to be the death of me before we even make it to Moonrise Towers. “It stirs my heart and loins, just as you always do.” He sighed and kissed her gently. “As nice as it is to dream of a possible future, let us ensure we have a future first. There’s much still to do.”

Anais quirked an eyebrow. “And blood to be spilt?”

“Ha! Correct as always, my love.”

***

Standing in front of the mirror in her and Halsin’s bedroom, Anais took in her reflection. Won’t be long now…your father’s estimation is any day both of you should be arriving. Our little cubs. She rubbed her belly and smiled. I can’t wait to meet you. We love you so much already. Then she felt a sharp kick to her ribs. Won’t be missing that though. “Oof, be nice to Mummy. We’ll be meeting each other soon enough.”

“Whenever they are ready, they will come, my heart.” Her lover rumbled behind her, her large hands caressing her belly. “It may be today, tomorrow, a tenday from now…who knows? Maybe they still need to grow a little more.” Halsin chuckled, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

Oh dear. She laughed nervously. “Really hope not, love. I don’t think there’s any more room.” She focused on her reflection again. “Do you remember what you said to me our first night together?”

He thought for a moment, furrowing his brow. “I said many things, my love. What in particular are you thinking of?”

“Quite literally the most beautiful description of me I’ve ever heard. You said that I’m a ‘harvest and fertility goddess in the flesh.’”

He kissed her cheek. “Ah yes, I do remember saying that. It was true then, and…” His eyes were twinkling, and he tickled her belly a little.

Grinning, she nodded. “Definitely true now.” They stood, smiling and enjoying each other, before Anais spoke. “Gods, I could murder a few scones, an apple, and some of those little sausages Mum brought. And a biscuit.” He said to listen to my body and trust nature, which of course means satisfying every craving. Every. Single. One. “Actually, fuck it---sausage, egg, and cheese on a biscuit with the scones and apple.”

Halsin laughed heartily as he kissed along her jaw. “My heart, you fill my life with such love and laughter. I wouldn’t have been able to dream a life such as ours, but even if I did, it wouldn’t compare to reality.” Blinking tears, he gently turned her to face him with one of his hands tilting her chin up. “You make me happier than I ever thought possible.”

“I love you too, my handsome bear.” Wait, why do my thighs feel really wet? Anais felt a sharp pain in her belly as she glanced down to see a small puddle at her feet. “Erm, love? I think…it might be time.”

With a nod, he moved to stand in front of her, raising a hand. She never got tired of seeing the golden glow of his magic. “Yes, it is time. Let’s get you undressed, and I’ll see how dilated you are, my heart.” As she began to pull off her dress, one of his large, calloused hands reached for her face and stroked her cheek. “I’ll be with you every step of the way, my love. I’ll take care of you and our cubs.”

She leaned into his touch, closing her brown eyes and smiling. “I know, Halsin.” OOF. She opened her eyes as she felt another contraction. “I think we need to get this little show on the road, so to speak. Your cubs are…ow, hey!” Looking down at her belly, she tried to look annoyed. “You’ll be out soon enough, my little loves.”

***

Several hours later, their not at all little cubs were, indeed, out. And out like little lights after such an exciting day. Exciting and very painful but worth it. After Halsin delivered the twins, he cleaned and examined them with midwife Morelle’s assistance (“they’re as healthy as they can be” he said), he helped Anais bathe and got her settled back into bed. Which is where we are now. Time for a little relaxing.

The older twin (by approximately seven minutes) Ciaran was napping against his father’s bare chest. He said it helps with bonding, similar to when I feed them. The younger twin Cormoran (I couldn’t not name one of them after Da) was currently feeding from his mother. They have his ears and my nose. Little wisps of dark red hair. They’re so cute! “You should try to meditate, love. Get some rest.” Anais said as she kissed his cheek.

“I will in a while,” he murmured, never taking his eyes off Ciaran. “Until they both sleep. I’ve sent ravens to your mother and to Nadia and Astarion. Sending spells to the others I can—” He stopped when she kissed his cheek again.

“Rest. Please, love. You act like you did nothing today.”

He laughed softly. “You gave birth, not me, my heart.”

She raised an eyebrow. “Yes, but you delivered them.”

“And you ensured they arrived safely. I’d say we are even then.” He turned his head, and their lips briefly touched in a gentle kiss. Resting his head against hers, he glanced back down at the sleeping infant. “Thank you, Annie. Thank you for them. I never dreamed I would ever have children of my own, and you made it all possible.” Excuse you, I thought I was going to die a spinster because of my mishaps with finding a suitor. Without you, I wouldn’t be as happy with myself as I am today. To love you, to truly love myself for the first time in my life, to loving the life we’ve made together in Moonrise…it’s all because of you.

“Technically,” she giggled. “We both made it possible.”

“You know what I mean, sweet one.” He chuckled. “Without you, none of this would be possible. I love you.” He looked at her once again, tears in his eyes. “Silvanus has blessed us this day, but he truly blessed me with you. I’m forever grateful.”

Anais sniffled as she nodded. “Me too, love. Me too.”

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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Alright I was going to do this on anon but honestly why not own it, ya know? So I first came to your blog with its a match and then slowly spiraled.

First off, I can not believe how fast you've been updating its a match. I don't know what your writing process is but holy fuck you have been feeding us so well. The different dynamics between all the guys and reader is so beautifully crafted. And the way you writer the dynamics between all of the 141 is so good too! I personally feel like they've all been together for such a long time and have such a good relationship outside of the normal chain of command and team bonding. Beautiful! I love when authors write Simon as wanting to feel normal away from work, and you do it so well. Like yes he's gruff and has dry humor but damn does he wear it well. AND THE BANTER!? It's so realistic, like some books/fics the way character talk just sounds so fake, but the way you have them all interacting, talking and texting, is exactly like how I'd imagine them to interact. (SPECIFICALLY THE "HONK SHOO HONK MIMIMIM" PART. I HAD TO TEXT MY HUSBAND ABOUT IT I WAS LAUGHING SO HARD!!) Like typing errors when you text and emojis when you least expect them is just so realistic and I'm obsessed.

Secondly, I came for its a match, but have been scrolling through for all the pegging content. Like I'm not into pegging in practice for myself, but hot damn is it hot to imagine all these super macho guys turned into blubbering, blissed-out messes *chef's kiss* honestly! Like it took me an extra long time to eat dinner because I was so caught up in the pegging tag. Then closed out and came right back to it for any and all updates, wild. Now the thought of pegging is stuck in my brain for as long as the worms feed off it. So thanks for your anons blessing us with the gospel then fucking dipping, honestly meme worthy. And your reactions are so funny, I laugh out loud for EVERY SINGLE ONE! I went through last night reading and liking almost every post under the pegging tag, I couldn't help myself.

Honestly I haven't read your other things tagged in your master list that I can remember (I tend to read without looking at authors) but I'm sure as shit going to do that right after i send this. Also don't feel the need to answer to this if you don't want to, I just wanted to express my love for the vibes here and the discussions you've been having. Keep up the good work on all of your works, it's all been amazing (no pressure, just keep being you!) Sorry for the book of an ask, got a little carried away reminiscing on the fic and pegging parts 😅 hope you have a great day!!

You just made me cry reading this so thanks for that 🙄 /jk pls I can't handle the kind words and the love 🥺🫶

I'm so so thankful you enjoy the banter and dynamics and the texting and everything really! it comes very naturally to me (the banter and jokes) and I just let it flow as it comes to get natural dialogue

as for the pegging, blame my anons bc I literally had almost no hand on it, as you've seen, just corrupted pulled the sacred texts on us and blessed us with that brain rot and yk-

I also have a habit of reading without checking the author unless I've gone on a deepdive of their blog (and if I ever want to check if someone I don't know posted a new chapter to a fic, I just have to hope my dash blesses me with the next chapter LMAO)

I'm so glad you enjoy the vibes here, I'm honestly surprised my blog's fostered such good communication and energy and just... yeah!

(also do not apologize for sending a long ask, I love it so so so so much tytytytytytytytytytytyty)

hope you enjoy everything i've written and will write in the future!

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novelcain · 1 year

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OKAY! So when I was about 10/13 years old my mom took me to get a check up.. perfectly normal right? What could possibly go wrong.. oh yeah I was also there to get my shots.. I hate getting shots, always have always will.. it’s the syringe needles!! the fact that I know they have to be hollow enough for stuff to go in and out of the inside of those things is just wrong to me.. 😟 Anyway me and my Mom get there and everything SEEMS to be alright.. until the doctor comes back and says I have to get EVERY! SINGLE! SHOT! SINCE BIRTH!! OVER AGAIN!!!

Ya wanna know why??? BECAUSE THEY LOST ALL MY MEDICAL RECORDS!! ALL OF THEM!! 😡

Like okay yeah, shit happens I guess..

But.. my colorful, sugary sour Overlord.. They didn’t lose literally ALL my medical records once.. NOT twice!! NO no no no… BUT THREE FUCKING TIMES!!! In.. a.. row.. 😑 And all in the same Year.. I shit you not. 😤

Sssoooo yeah, I’m a bit traumatized and HATE going to the Doctor.. 😰

SO! 2020!! Covid shows up and I have to get a vaccine shot.. my Mom bless her heart comes with me, and I have to fill out the form… I spent an embarrassingly long time trying to write down my date of birth..

I was shaking so bad and ended up handing the paper & pen over to my Mom… Because I couldn’t remember which way the number 3 faced.. I was having a freaking mini panic attack.. at 21 🥲

I also had a panic attack & nearly fainted when I had to get my molars removed and the nurse showed up with the iv bag.. and I finally realized I was getting the syringe not the gas.. hadn’t panicked the whole time till that poor lady strolled in.. I think I scared her a lil when I started hyperventilating and asking my mom, wh-what what? What??? But it turned out okay!! That incident happened when I was about 18 I think..

🎃~

BRUH i know what you mean with the hating needles thing! I have had nothing but bad experiences with them. Like when I was younger I'd have to get allergy shots every week so I already HATED shots bc of that but then one day this super old bitch gave me my shot and literally stuck me so hard that the needle scraped my fucking bone! My bicep hurt for a whole month I couldn't do anything!

And then this one time I was in middle school and I had to get my blood drawn for testing, and some info about me I have always had very thick skin, and the nurse tried to use a butterfly needle but when she tried putting it in the damn thing broke against my skin! Anyways, everyone panicked for a hot sec and now it's in my file somewhere that they have to use big needles on me now! LIKE THE FUCK!?!?🤬🤬🤬

Ugh! If I sat here and told you all my needle stories we'd be here all day.

But my gods, how they gonna lose your damn records THREE FUCKIN TIMES!!!??? It's called a fuckin computer system you numb skulls! If it's really that hard to input the data yourselves then ffs just scan a pic of the records and save that!

Me: On behalf of my fruity heh subject, Skittle's gonna sue! *sprinkes dark matter on them bitches*

But fr tho same with the covid thing. In order to get my second vaccine I had to be drugged before going, and I STILL had a panic attack the whole time, not cause of my fear of needles tho. I mean it was a little bit because of the needles but mainly because of the agoraphobia. I think that was really the first instance of me being unable to function alone in public. I had to have Ritz and her mom there to talk for me and fill out the paper work cause I couldn't. I was shaking, I couldn't communicate outside of nodding to Ritz, and I couldn't even look at anyone other than Ritz. There were a few times I almost passed out inside of the clinic waiting room. I'm pretty sure now that I think about it that that was the last time I was out in public at all and that was almost 2 years ago. Definitely was NOT a good motivator to make me do it again lol. Sorry this is low key embarrassing for me to talk about and I honestly spent 30 minutes just deleting this and rewriting it over and over again before deciding to keep it

#🎃 anon #skittle answers #skittle rambles

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tired-biscuit · 1 year

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So kiba decides to “accidentally” video tape him and his longtime gf getting steamy one night, and when she finds the video she’s livid but then she gets super turned on and they get it on again while watching the tape🥵 and knowing kibas careless ass the video would probably leak too😭😭

lol I’ve had this drabble idea for a minute idk if it’s too much or not!

oh love, it definitely ain't too much!! thoughts are all under the cut; they're pure chaos tho <3

18+ mdni, fem!reader

i feel like he'd ask if he could record you doing the dirty like as a joke at first (cos he ain't a bastard that would tape you without your consent), but when you'd tell him yes, that you've been together for so long that you suppose you'd be fine with it, he'd be like "wait... hmmmm" and would keep it in the back of his mind for so long you'd literally just forget about it.

however, he wouldn't forget. no way, it's something new and kinky, of course horny™️ kiba wouldn't.

so one day he'd just whip his phone out and would place it as conveniently as he's able across the room. watching the video later, you'd literally be able to see his lil' face focusing so hard; brow furrowed and the bridge of his nose all crinkled up while those fat fingers of his keep hitting the camera as he keeps readjusting it dskfjdklfjdkslfj HE'S SUCH A CLUMSY DORK AHAHAHA

he'd drag you into the bedroom, all eager like a little puppy. fondle you all nicely, kissing you way more than he usually does; taking his time with you all slow and steady which is so not the norm for him. he'd undress you so fucking slow, would run his hands all over your body - warming up your skin with every touch. you'd start asking him what's up and he'd just shush you instead.

he'd literally slam the living fuck out of you in that same steady pace. like, he'd make you pull all these adorably flustered faces while pounding into you from behind, making sure you'd be facing the damn phone even though you'd have no clue about it. he'd drag the sluttiest of moans out of your throat; would put in all the effort he's able. almost like he's making a show out of it, hmm?

also, yeah. he'd definitely jerk it to the vid so many times. just imagining him stroking his dick to a vid of us makes me all sdjkfhdsjlkfklds.... ffs, he'd be so in love.

you'd find it on his phone right in the middle of his gallery, unlocked and everything (careless bastard, of course) whilst searching for an actually decent pic (by decent i mean that it isn't completely blurry for once, yay) that he took of you a few weeks back and that you wanted to post on instagram. instead, you find your fine ass getting slammed by your oh, so lovely bf in 4K.

literally, he's obliterating your pussy. just watching yourself being so thoroughly ravaged by a beast like him is enough to make you hot all over.

and when you confront him about it after he's done with his shower, a frying pan in your hand because you're so fucking ready to kill him, he just gives you the stupidest look, like, "what...? i asked if you'd be cool with it a while back, didn't i?"

you're pointing the pan at him, ready to swing and losing your shit, "IDIOT, YOU HAVE TO ASK WHEN YOU PLAN TO RECORD, I DIDN'T THINK YOU WERE ACTUALLY BEING SERIOUS!"

he's a moron, he really is. you argue for a bit but with the passing minutes and the evident confusion that just won't leave his face, you realize that he actually meant no harm with it. his innocent stupidity becomes funny as you sort it out. he apologizes, of course and you watch the video while trying not to hide your face into his t-shirt from sheer and utter embarrassment, even though he's more than happy to show you his favourite parts.

"look, i made you cum so fuckin' good here! i love the noises you make when you cum, baby..." - he knows the damn vid by heart, bless him.

and he really does love the noises. as you sit on his lap, wrapped in his embrace and with your eyes glued to the screen of his phone, you feel him growing hard underneath you. steady and profound. he's just that attracted to you and he really does love you so much. it's almost cute in a way.

but you're still so pissed at him.

so, you pour your frustrations out by sucking the literal soul out of his body. you let him record it all; this time with full knowledge of what you're getting yourself into.

and when you push him onto the bed, making that fat cock of his all snug between your tight walls, you make sure to flip the camera and turn him into the star of the show for a little while, too.

all vain and arrogant, kiba is more than happy to oblige by smiling the prettiest, most dazed grin that grows so fucking big as soon as you start to bounce.

ALSO PLS LMFAOOOOOOO, HE'D DEF LEAK IT COMPLETELY BY ACCIDENT; WOULD SEND IT TO THE GROUPCHAT INSTEAD OF A MEME JDSHFJKDSHFJK

YOU'D JUST HEAR A LITTLE "oh, fuck" AND WOULD START GETTING READY TO BEAT HIS ASS WITH THAT FUCKIN PAN, BYE

#kiba x reader #kiba smut #kiba inuzuka #biscuit drabbles

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divorcingjimmatthews · 1 year

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fresh thoughts / reactions on the new episode (S2E4)

(warning: its LONG but separated in chapters by character so it's like you're reading game of thrones)

on Kenny

KENNY???? kenny???? when ??? Are they going to stop beating my boy??? when is he going to catch a break???? Hes so hurt already stop!!! my sweet boy youre breaking him!!

(*takes a deep breath*)

okay im normal now. i just want to wrap kenny in a warm blanket and give him some hot chocolate. this was devastating. let me start by saying that i really liked that kenny wanted to put sara in the box, it goes to show how even "sweet cinammon roll" characters have their limits and imo his reaction is entirely reasonable. i think he might change his mind after he's had some time to process his feelings but even if he doesn't i still think his stance is understandable.

also... kenny just wants kristi to be happy :') my sweet boy

on Boyd

i think boyd was really interesting this episode, the flashback was great (also—kenny in a hoodie! i manifested it /jk) and what boyd said about himself, that he's just trying to be someone people can look to and think he's got things together and under control even though he doesn't, really helped me put his actions with sara and lying to kenny into perspective. if not for that scene i probably wouldve watched the episode and thought "what the hell boyd?" but the flashback made me realise that i was kinda seeing the character through the filter of "guy who's supposed to know what he's doing". he's put so much effort into building this image of himself that shattering it by acting like just some guy who's under a hell of a lot of stress had catastrophic consequences. he fucked up huge w kenny but i also feel like its unfair that one person has to carry so much weight on his shoulders if that makes sense

on Jade

i want to kill him but also kiss him softly and tell him everything is going to be okay what can i say. he actually smiled this episode :) i loved watching him be nice in his own way. but also damn he's definitely doing worse by the day. the friendship with the bus driver???? superb. a perfect writing choice. i just love the way hes trying to push everyone away but also just starved for human comfort and connection. i was really happy to see him just be with someone so they could at least drown their sorrows together instead of alone. am i shipping them? yes. my ideal jade ship was trudy but they cruelly took her from us so ill have to keep looking for options. anyone around his age is game

also him being just pissed that the matthews were living there now was so funny. "at least you had a house" actual 5 year old behavior. love to see it. you'll warm up to them jade

on Jim

jim you're going to break all your remaining bones can you PLEASE follow the doctors orders and stick to the bed for a while?? he put the experiment theory canonically on the table and i think that's great, i think it's a pretty sound theory though i think there's going to be more to it, not just an experiment to gather data but for some specific purpose that we're yet to know.

on Sara

oh babygirl you really fucked up big time back in season one didnt you. personally i dont blame sara but id be worried that what happened to her could happen again. everything about her was heartbreaking this episode but when she casually said that the boy in white may also be trapped in this place??? dammit. that's a game changer for all of my theories if true. was he ever a normal human boy? do people get supernatural abilities from continued survival / progress in this place or something like that? like martin giving boyd his blood was super deliberate and we've still got to see if it's really gonna be a curse or if it could be a blessing after the initial adjustment period. it stopped his tremors at least and who knows maybe it comes with some extra bonuses like the monsters not seeing you as prey idk. im totally rambling rn.

on Julie

soooo julie and edgin huh. im digging it. theyre cute. i really like julie and i want good things for her. i hurt so much for her when fatima rejected her advances she was so nervous and excited poor sweet bean

on Victor

saving my strongest feelings for last i love victor so much and it hurt me so much to see him hurt and mad at ethan :''') jade look at what you've done. i need this to get fixed. i need them to be friends again. can i just say how well victor has kept it together under the circumstances of well, his whole life? it's like he's nice even when he's mad. there's just something about his character and i love him so much. but i got so sad watching this like ethan tried to stop jade he doesn't deserve the hate !!! but its understandable that victor needs time to get things back to normal. ethan bringing him the drawing supplies also... :') they're so sweet

on Randall (was that his name?)

im literally terrified for him like he wasn't listening to donna's instructions and being on the bus without anything to cover the windows he's prime candidate for the monsters tricking him into pretending to be someone he knows dammitttt its making me so nervous just to think about it. they set him up a lot to just kill him now so i dont think hes realistically gonna die on his first night alone but uhhhhh maybe he will. maybe he will and im worried.

#spoilers epix from #from (epix)#epix from #from theories

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thessalian · 1 year

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Thess vs "Help Desks”

Sweet blessed gods, if people are going to try to phase out and or cheap out on phone helpdesk staff for the sake of their bottom line, they could at least do it competently. I’ve been using automated phone trees of one type or another for a long time, since the days when “hold the line while we transfer you to an operator” meant “some people are still using a rotary dial phone”, and it’s amazing to me how they get smarter and yet somehow more ridiculous every time I turn around.

There’s a thing I’ve been dealing with at the behest of my parentals regarding my state pension. Basically, over here, your state pension is based on your National Insurance contributions, and you have to have 35 years of full National Insurance contributions before you can get your full state pension. Thing is, because I worked as a temp a lot, there are a lot of years when I didn’t make a full contribution, and there weren’t National Insurance credits available for a lot of reasons. (It doesn’t help that I was allowed and in fact encouraged to use a temporary National Insurance number for years and it doesn’t look like those years count towards my state pension now, even though I paid above the odds those years. Ugh.) Now, theoretically, if everything goes to plan, I should be able to claim my full state pension because I’ve got fifteen years of full contributions as of this tax year and I’m not due to claim my state pension until 2044. Or later, because they might change the laws on that again; wouldn’t put it past the government as is. Anyway, point is, I should be fine. But it’s possible I won’t be fine, because I am, after all, disabled. Also, let’s face it - my luck with jobs has been made of dogshit for ... well, most of my life, if you think about it. My luck’s holding so far but shit does happen, often, and often to me. So anyway, the point of all this is that you’re allowed to make voluntary contributions towards your state pension for the last five years that a full contribution wasn’t made. My parentals intend to make that voluntary contribution to take five years’ worth of pressure off my quest for a full state pension. Which is nice of them.

Now, if they just didn’t make it so damn complicated to give them money in that way, that’d be great.

They tell you to go to the website and follow the instructions to pay online or by direct debit. They don’t tell you that you need an 18-digit reference number until the box requesting one is staring you in the face. You actually have to go to ancillary information sources (non-HMRC help sites) just to find out how to get that 18-digit reference number they’re apparently so hot for. There are apparently two options for getting one: write to them and wait two weeks while they send one back by post, or call.

However, their automated voice-recognition phone tree piece of bullshit does not understand the difference between National Insurance reference number and National Insurance number. There is a difference. One you get given on a card so you can write it down on tax documents (like a social security number); the other is a very specific number used only by HMRC internally to deal with voluntary National Insurance contributions. However, the automated phone tree does not recognise this difference, so giving it the key phrase “National Insurance reference number” is useless. So is “voluntary National Insurance contributions”, and similar phrases. It’s not that the automated phone tree doesn’t understand it to a point; it just doesn’t recognise it as something I literally need to speak to a human being to sort out. Thus it just says, “Our lines are busy, look up the information online, good-bye”, and hangs up. No option to ask to speak to an advisor, nothing. Just “Check our website; bye. *clik*”

It took awhile, but I finally figured out how to actually speak with a human being in this instance. Every time it repeated the Google-perfect phrase I gave it and asked, “Is that correct?” ... I said “no”. Even if it technically was. See, at that point, deliberately playing obtuse is the only way to go, and even then it was a nightmare. First they just let me try again - “Is this correct?” “No.” Then it suggested some key phrases I could give it as search terms. I picked one that sounded close-ish but no cigar - “Is this correct?” “No.” Then it gave me even simpler verbal options that really did sound like basic Google search terms - “Is this correct?” “No.” Finally, they gave me a number menu, and at the end of that list was “To speak to an advisor, press 4″. They went all the way around the houses to make it as hard as possible to speak to a human being, because every one of the options I was given in the first three tries were designed to point you at the website and hang up on you. I know because I tried them on and off for a fair bit of last week.

Then I spent over an hour on hold. I can’t blame them that much because we are coming on to tax season but especially when you consider how hard that phone tree works to shunt all callers to the website ... fucking hell. All of that for an eventual conversation with a pleasant lady who asked a couple of questions, seemed grateful I had all the information she wanted to hand, and dealt with the whole thing in three minutes.

Don’t even get me started on the power company. On one hand, it’s a little easier to get to the “please hold for an advisor” stage. Not much, but a little. On the other hand, I’m pretty sure they outsource most if not all of their call center and web help staff overseas. Leaving aside the whole “You’re just outsourcing this work overseas so you can get a service while drastically underpaying your staff ... more than you can get away with here, anyway” problem, the other issue there is that if you’re providing call centre services to a company that does business in an English-speaking country ... it might be good if you at the very least made sure the staff providing the services can actually speak English to a reasonable degree. It’s hard to say that without worrying that I’m judging these people for not speaking English, but I swear I’m not judging. I don’t expect them to speak English because I’m fairly sure they’re not in England, or in any other country that speaks English as its first language, come to that. This is bad enough when it’s the web chat help system, where it’s pretty obvious that the person at the other end just copy-pasted your question into a FAQ search and then copy-pasted the result back to you without necessarily knowing what it said; it’s worse when it’s a human being and you need three tries for what effectively boils down to “I want to check my balance” but is a bit more complicated than that.

I’m sure that companies were wetting themselves in sheer joy when technology allowed for the automation of something vaguely resembling a help desk. Thing is, as my brother-from-another-mother says, computers are just very fast idiots. They will do exactly what you tell them, and only exactly what you tell them, and if your request deviates even a little from their parameters of what a request looks like, they will throw a fit. As for outsourcing overseas ... like I said, I don’t blame the people on the other end of the phone or web chat who don’t speak English very well. I blame the people who hire them on at ludicrously low pay and horrific hours and then setting them up for hours of abuse from customers who are a lot less polite than I am about their understandable inability to speak fluent English when they live in a country that doesn’t.

I think this pisses me off to a greater degree than usual these days because of a certain piece of rhetoric regarding jobs and people in this country doing them since the fucking Brexit referendum. They yell about “foreigners taking our jobs” while throwing ones that would actually be perfect for people in this country on a work-from-home basis - for the disabled, carers for small children or vulnerable adults, even for second jobs that wouldn’t require even more time spent on commuting - at places with fewer employment rights and minimum wage laws, which only results in a worse service and more stressed staff. If the xenophobes in this country don’t want “foreigners taking our jobs”, maybe they should demand that we stop throwing 'our jobs’ at ‘foreigners’ in a massively exploitative model that does nothing but fatten the profit margins of the CEOs. And also maybe don’t throw it at computers that require a certain specificity to function in a helpful way, when help desks are generally called by people who don’t have specifics - THAT IS WHY THEY ARE CALLING FOR HELP.

I mean, I think a lot of this boils down to “stop using technology to exploit people in the name of The Great God ECONOMY, you shitheads”, but with specific examples and a lot of frustration.

#Thess is a motherfucking adult #Thess gets aerated

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badasseryandriversong · 11 months

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Inspired by @captainjimothycarter‘s Betting Crushes Hands

She was going to throw up.

Peggy tried her best to swallow the bile rising in the throat, but even she couldn’t hide how pale her face had become. Anyone who gave her more than a glance would say she was turning green—if anyone besides Phillips was looking at her.

The old colonel stood unmoving in the corner of the room like a damn statue, letting Major General Johnson or Jacobs or whatever his bloody name was shout and shout and shout at them.

When the General stopped for breath, Brigadier WhatsHisFace would pick right up; albeit with a more refined vocabulary and utterly British insults.

Steve and Bucky, who sat on either side of Peggy at the moment, looked like two school boys about to be expelled. Their hands were clenched tightly in their laps and their eyes remained glued to the floor, not daring to look any of their superiors in the eye.

Peggy wouldn’t have been afraid to make defiant eye contact on any other day, but Major General SomethingOrOther had worked up a sweat since beginning his very loud lecture twenty minutes ago and it was all she could do to try to ignore the repulsive smell of his body odor.

The boys could smell it too, Peggy knew. They could smell better than wolfhounds after having the serum for so long. Their heightened senses were either a blessing or a curse—mostly a curse these days in the crowded, damp barracks.

Definitely a curse for a newly pregnant, newly enhanced Peggy Carter.

Her senses seemed to be even stronger than her boys’, they’d discovered. She could differentiate poised food and drink better than them, and tell who was walking the halls by the sounds of footsteps. She could even anticipate weather changes a few hours before they could.

Unfortunately, almost every smell at the camp made her insides churn. She’d taken to rubbing peppermint oil on her upper lip just to get through the day without losing her lunch. Today had been such a whirlwind with both the American and British officers being called in to handle the ‘situation’ that Peggy had no time to apply any that morning.

The only place in this cramped tent to vomit was her own shoes unless she could run outside fast enough or hold it down, as she'd been trying so desperately to do

Only now, the General was looming over her and leaning down with a glare nowhere near as menacing as the smell of his breath.

She tried not to gag.

“--And what kind of whore,” General SomethingOrOther hissed, “Doesn’t know who the father of her own kid is?”

Peggy was leaning away from him, so desperate to get away from the smell that she hardly even knew what he said except that it was an insult. She caught a glimpse of Phillips breaking from his stone stance, slowly coming up behind the General. His face was completely unreadable.

“Don’t like a man in your space, sweetheart?” The General continued, oblivious to everything except how uncomfortable Peggy was. “Could’ve fooled me.”

“Back off.” Bucky, ever the impulsive man, stood from his seat. Boyish shame had been replaced by anger so hot the General could probably feel it.

To his credit, the General backed up enough to look Bucky in the eye and relieve Peggy of his stenches just by a fraction.

“You don’t need to defend me,” she glared. She took Bucky’s hand and pulled him back to his seat. “I’ve heard worse.”

“You will,” Brigadier WhatsHisFace tutted. “Because you are getting discharged, effective immediately.”

Peggy felt her insides twist even more and knew she was going to lose the battle against her nausea any minute now.

“The hell she ain’t,” Philips said, gruff as usual, but rather calm.

“‘Scuse me?” The General and the Bringer both turned to him, nothing less than shocked.

“I said,” Phillips raised his voice like he was talking to a deaf man. “No. She. Ain’t.”

“I don’t believe,” the Brigadier pulled on his jacket lapels— the same for a Brit as puffing out his feathers to look bigger— “that you have any authority to make that call, Colonel.”

“How about you get the president on the phone and we’ll find out? Or, if you get your heads out of your asses and rub a few brain cells together for more than a minute, you’d realize it’s out of the question to have Carter go civilian.”

The Brigadier sniffed. A vein in the General's forehead threatened to pop.

Colonel Phillips waited and looked right at Peggy, who was taking slow breath against the nausea.

“Why,” Brigadier WhatsHisFace broke the silence after a minute, “would you dare defend this— this harlot!”

“This agent,” Phillips corrected, “Is a valued member of our force. She’s competent, skilled, and could do all our jobs with her eyes closed.”

His compliments were clearly landing on deaf ears so he added: “And that baby, no matter how you spin it, is gonna be enhanced. That means it belongs to project rebirth and is going to remain here for the foreseeable future. Did I say it slow enough for ya or do you need me to repeat that?”

“You best pick your words real damn careful, Colonel. Else you’ll be right behind her,” General SomethingOrOther hissed. His face morphed slowly into a sneer as he added, “Something tells me that’s your favorite place to be.”

Phillips was a patient man—he’d been stuck with Peggy, Steve, and Buck for years after all. He was also, unfortunately for the General, quite sharp for his age. He gave no warning at all before his fist connected with the General's face with a bone cracking thwack.

“Well, I never—!” The Brigadier cried, stumbling back a step.

Incidentally he found himself right in front of Peggy who, at the smell of the General’s bloody nose, could no longer keep composure. She leaned forwards and retched on his shoes.

Steve immediately went to hold her hair back while Bucky couldn’t help but start laughing.

The next few minutes were mostly incomprehensible screaming from the three officers. Whatever points they were making to each other were lost in the squawking.

Eventually, Phillips reached into his pocket and tossed a small vile at Peggy, which Steve caught.

Peppermint oil.

“Get Agent Carter some fresh air, will ya? And tell the infirmity we need some ice for General Jacob’s nose here.”

Steve and Buck obediently took each of Peggy’s arms and led her out of the tent.

She spared a look back at Phillips. The other men were still red faced and screaming in his ears, but she swore she caught him smiling at her.

He was going to fix this.

#peggy carter #Steve Rogers #captain america #worldwarthreesome #captainjimothycarter #mine #its set a little earlier than your thing but it popped into my head

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dhampiravidi · 9 months

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"Don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." (Pogue to Jayn ❤️ He likes eye contact ❤️)

"So, I take it ya like what ya see?" Remy LeBeau was hardly an inch away, and his hand still held hers. There was a slight chill, which made her realize that she was just in her oversized tee and panties. "Oh...damn, chere...you dress like dis f'me?" He kissed her and her head spun. It didn't take long before she was on the bed, hot Cajun superhero on top of her. They made out like they were in a movie. She was tugging on his hair and his hands were doing everything right...

"Mm, oh please, please, mmph--gods I'm--" Right as she started to feel fucking great between her legs, ready for him to blow her mind, the room and his face faded away. Jayn mentally screamed in the name of the injustice being committed. HOW DARE the universe--

She didn't even bother to open her eyes. The soft sound of the AC coming on was enough. Oh gee, real life.

"Hm?"

There was something firm and warm and nice on her legs: hands. Raising an eyebrow, Jayn (her vision still blurry from sleep) lifted up the sheet to find Pogue rubbing soft circles into her inner thighs and smirking up at her.

"Wondered when you'd wake up. I know we talked about that somnophilia thing, but...I could wait." Fuck yeah. Her perfect boyfriend had stayed up late watching movies with her, and the last thing on their list had been the X-Men cartoon from when they were kids (bless reruns). Apparently, he'd stayed the night, and apparently, she'd fancasted him as Gambit. Rogue was a lucky butt. "You plannin' on goin' back to sleep?" Pogue asked before he licked her through her damp panties. She whimpered.

"N-no..." He let her move so she could take off her underwear, then moved her back into place before she could rub her legs together. Pogue knew that having him there was her favorite position--his unbelievably strong hands held her open no matter how much she squirmed, and she loved the sexy look he got in his eyes during the whole thing. Oh yeah, and he was great with his mouth. Some wanted "neat" or some shit. She was perfectly fine with "messy and generous".

He swept his tongue up and down, back and forth, nice and slow, teasing her until she was fully awake and begging for him to fuck her. Then he slid two of his fingers inside her, twisting and curling. The whole time, she was gasping, desperately trying to thrust against something that'd give her some kind of release.

"Did he fuck you like this?" There it was, those eyes, that look--like he wanted to eat her alive. A chill ran down her spine, but it was an excited one. He was gonna wreck her. "Did he?"

"No, y-you didn't--"

"Hm?" His hand hovered over right where she wanted him. Where she so desperately wanted him.

"Mm?"

"Tell me what he did. Tell me how good he made you feel."

"We kissed..."

"That's all?" If he kept teasing and rubbing her like that, she was going to go insane in the next few minutes.

"It was you, okay?--y-you were Gambit, you saved me from this vampire clown who was very high maintenance, and then we flew to a hotel room and--"

"Es-tu aussi sucré que tes yeux?"

"Excuse me--what?!"

Pogue smirked, gently squeezing her inner thighs.

"Took French in school. Reid's idea." Of course. Reid probably thought learning French would get him a girlfriend--if not at Spenser, then in Europe. Jayn knew that Caleb had already been to England to meet his dad's relatives.

"So...? What was that?"

"More or less: 'Do you taste as good as you look?'"

"Pogue!" She might've hit him with a pillow if she hadn't been so busy trying to hide her embarrassed face in her hands. They both told dirty jokes, but he was a lot more creative than she was. He chuckled and pressed a kiss to her stomach.

"So you don't want me to taste you, mon fille [my lady]?"

"Fucking--fine," Jayn mumbled.

He really didn't need to be told twice. He treated her like she was melting ice cream, and he wasn't missing a drop. Pogue just took his time, too, not going any faster no matter how much she whined or squirmed. "Pogue, pl-lease--"

"God, you look so good like this..." He sucked hard on her clit, and she might've screamed loud enough to wake up Caleb in the next room if she hadn't covered her mouth in time. "Oh, babygirl, I wanna hear you," Pogue said, words dripping with faux disappointment.

"I can't--"

"You can't? Is Caleb the one you want to fuck you?"

"No..."

"Then c'mon, Jay. And don't close your eyes, baby. Look at me." He was grinning before he even saw her dark irises. She was almost as hungry for it as she was.

#in--somnium #jkw: thread #ugh IDK why but the dialogue got so weird on this one #I'm sorry--I really did love the prompt #also lol bc I deleted a chunk since it got too long #thanks for the ask!

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broomballkraken · 11 months

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Title: Bonus Papa

Fandom: Octopath Traveler 2

Pairing: Osvald/Partitio

Word count: 2619

Warnings: Spoilers for Osvald's entire story

Summary: It’s Father’s Day, and Partitio is excited to give Osvald the gifts that he and Elena picked out for him. Little does he know that Elena has a surprise planned for him as well…

“How’s this taste, chickadee?”

“Hmm, I think it needs more salt.”

Partitio nodded as he pulled the spoon away from Elena, who licked her lips as she reached for the salt shaker. As Elena shook it carefully over the bubbling pot on the stove, Partitio stirred the thick goulash inside. This was his first time attempting to make this dish, but Elena was a professional, and with her help, he was sure that Osvald would love it.

Father’s Day was something that Elena had been looking forward to, and Partitio felt much the same. He had been more than happy to help Elena come up with a few gift ideas and cook Osvald’s favorite meal. It was the least that he could do to show his appreciation for how wonderful a father his husband was, and to thank Elena for welcoming him into her family.

It had been just over two years since Partitio and their other traveler friends had helped Osvald rescue Elena from that bastard Harvey, and a lot had changed since then. After Osvald had finally reunited with Elena and recognized him as her father, Partitio had moved in with them in no time at all. They relocated to Clockbank a few months after that so that Partitio could be closer to work, and he was happy that Elena took to the city life quite well.

It had only taken about a year for Partitio to decide that he wanted to marry Osvald, but he had been very hesitant to ask Elena for permission. He loved Osvald dearly and did want to spend the rest of his life with him, but he was afraid of Elena thinking that he was replacing her mother. That was the absolute last thing that Partitio wanted, and he agonized for months about it before he finally worked up the courage to ask her for her papa’s hand.

Partitio had run a few scenarios through his head as to how this conversation would go, but he did not predict Elena scolding him for taking so long to ask. She had then dragged him off to go ring shopping, and before he knew it, Partitio had married the love of his life, and he couldn’t be happier.

“There! That should do it.” Elena placed her hands on her hips and nodded, and Partitio chuckled as he placed the lid on the pot.

“You got it! Now we’ve just gotta let this simmer until it’s nice and hot and delicious!” Partitio helped Elena down from the stool she was standing on and gave her a high five.

“I hope Papa likes his gifts,” Elena said, her eyes drifting to the floor as she shifted on her feet. Partitio grinned and ruffled her hair.

“Don’t worry Elena, he’ll love ‘em!” Partitio smiled when she giggled and looked back up at him, her eyes practically sparkling with excitement.

“Thanks, Partitio!”

Partitio’s heart swelled with happiness, and he felt a bit of moisture well up in the corners of his eyes. Despite the horrific things that she had been through at such a young age, Elena had persevered and made a miraculous recovery, just like her father. She was a smart, kind, funny, and curious girl, and Partitio knew that she would grow up to do some damn great things with her life. He was blessed to be a part of her life, and he was doing everything he could to make sure that he was having a positive impact on her.

“I’m home.”

Partitio watched as Elena bolted out of the kitchen, heading for the living room, and he chuckled as he followed her. He was immediately set upon by Coffee, who jumped up and placed her paws against his chest so that she could swipe her slobbery tongue across his face.

“C’mon, Coffee, now’s not the time for that!” Partitio gently pushed her off of him, and he scratched behind her ears when she sat down and he had wiped his face off. Coffee let out a pleased bark and wandered over to the fireplace to lie down.

“Welcome home, Papa!” Elena said, bouncing on her feet excitedly, “Happy Father’s Day!” She grabbed the box that was sitting on the table in the middle of the room, and she struggled a bit with the weight. Partitio quickly moved to help her, and they both held it out to Osvald with big grins on their faces.

Osvald’s face lit up, and he chuckled as he took the box and moved to sit on the couch. “Ah, I was wondering why it smelled so good in here…Goulash?”

“Yep!” Partitio sat down next to him, and Elena sat on his lap. “I was a little nervous ‘cause I’ve never cooked it before, but Elena here’s an expert!”

“Open it, open it!” Elena exclaimed, and Osvald smiled as he pat her head. Partitio watched with bated breath as Osvald opened the box and pulled out the first gift: a glasses case that was the same shade of blue as Elena’s favorite dress, with pretty white geometric designs decorating it.

“Ah, this is perfect, especially after I lost my last case at work…” Osvald said, and Elena pouted and shook her head.

“This one stays home, Papa! On your bedside table.” Partitio snickered at the serious look on her face, and Osvald smiled as he held his hands up in surrender.

“It will not leave this house, I promise you that,” he said, and he reached into the box again, his eyes widening when he pulled out a stack of three books.

Partitio beamed and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Now these are somethin’ really special! Elena’s sharp eye caught sight of them at the markets one day, and we combined our charm and mercantile wit to get a good deal on ‘em, didn’t we, chickadee?” Elena giggled when Partitio nudged her with his elbow, and Osvald’s jaw dropped slightly as he thumbed through the pages of one.

“These are…The comprehensive studies on fire, ice, and lightning magic, right?”

“Yessir! Limited editions, with unique cover art to boot!” Partitio’s heart fluttered when Osvald brushed his fingers over one of the covers and a beautiful smile slowly spread across his face.

“This is…incredible. Thank you both. I will treasure these gifts,” Osvald said, and he wrapped his arms around Partitio and Elena, pulling them into a tight hug. Partitio gave him a peck on the cheek before standing up, after Elena slid from his lap to give Osvald a longer hug, and he started to make his way to the kitchen.

“I’d better check up on that goulash-”

“Wait, Partitio.”

Osvald’s voice caused him to pause, and Partitio turned around with an eyebrow raised. He saw that Osvald had stood, a soft smile on his face, and Partitio’s gaze wandered down to Elena, who was standing in front of him and holding another box.

“Oh? Didya get something else for your Papa, chickadee?” Partitio had been with Elena when she had gotten the glasses case and books, but maybe she wanted to get something else for Osvald all on her own?

Elena smiled and shook her head. “No…this is for you.” She held the box out to him, and Partitio’s eyes went wide with shock.

“M-Me?” He said, blinking owlishly as he took the box from her. Elena laughed and placed her hands on her hips.

“Yes, you. Just open it,” she said, and Partitio glanced at Osvald, who gave him a slight nod. Partitio smiled as he did what he was told, and he beamed when he pulled out his gifts: a blue tie in the same color as Elena’s favorite dress - just like Osvald’s glasses case - and a hat that was the same design as the one that he always wore, except that the band around the base was the same color blue instead of yellow.

“Wow…these are great! Thankee kindly, chickadee!” Partitio set the box down on the couch, and the smile fell from his face as he scratched his head. “But I still don’t understand why you got something for me.”

Elena shared a glance with Osvald, who smiled and nodded, before she looked back at Partitio, taking his hands in hers.

“Partitio,” Elena started as she gave Partitio’s hands a squeeze, “Papa told me everything, you know. About what really happened to me and Mama, and what happened to him.” Partitio’s heart clenched at that. Yes, he did know that Osvald had told her everything. He had discussed how to go about it with Partitio many times before he sat down with her. Partitio didn’t know the details of that very private, personal conversation, and he would never ask for them.

Elena sniffed and wiped away a few tears that fell from her eyes. “He told me that, after he had escaped prison, he was so angry, and so full of hate for Harvey that he forgot what love was. But…that started to change after he met you.”

Partitio’s eyes welled up with tears at that, and he covered his mouth with one hand as Elena smiled at him. “He told me how you helped him see that he could feel love again, and you helped him save me, even though it put your life at risk…I can’t thank you enough, Partitio.”

Elena giggled as she glanced over her shoulder at Osvald, who had removed his glasses to rub at his watery eyes. “From the moment I met you, I could tell how much you loved Papa, and how much he loved you too. I’m so happy he had someone like you to help him get better.”

Closing her eyes, Elena placed a hand over her heart. “I miss Mama so much, but I know in my heart that she is so happy that Papa found someone like you to spend the rest of his life with.” Tears had now started to fall down Partitio’s face, and he rubbed his arm over his face in a fruitless effort to clear them away.

“You haven’t just helped Papa,” Elena said, shaking her head as she took his hands again, “You’ve helped me too. You walk with me to and from school, and help me with my homework. You make me that yummy stir fry surprise when I’m sick, and you always know how to cheer me up when I’m sad, and so, so much more than that. I’m so happy that you and Papa fell in love, and that we’re all one happy family…along with Coffee.” She giggled when Coffee lifted her head up and wagged her tail. Elena turned back to Partitio, locking her eyes with his, and the sweet smile that crossed her face didn’t prepare him for what she was about to say:

“You really are…my bonus papa, Partitio.”

Partitio started sobbing in earnest now, and he fell to his knees so that he could wrap Elena in a tight hug. He would have never expected anything like this to come from her. He had tried his damnedest to be the best step father that he could be, but to hear her call him ‘papa’...That was a blessing that he would treasure forever, and he would strive to keep being worthy of that title.

“S-Shucks, Elena…Y-Yah got me all s-sorts of tongue-tied…” Partitio blubbered, unable to compose himself. He felt a pair of warm arms wrap around him; Osvald had joined in on their hug and pulled both of them into his comforting embrace.

They all cried together for a bit, and Partitio finally managed to stop. He took a deep breath and pulled away from Elena, his hands resting on her shoulders, and he gave them a squeeze.

“I feel like the luckiest guy in the world, gettin’ called ‘Papa’ by the coolest kid there is!” Partitio laughed as he ruffed Elena’s hair, and she beamed as Osvald chuckled.

“So…I really can call you Papa too?” she asked, and Partitio rubbed at his chin.

“Well, sure, but that might get a bit confusing if you call us both the same name.”

“Oh, right…” Elena’s brow furrowed and she crossed her arms over her chest, looking deep in thought. Partitio noted that Osvald did the same when he was thinking hard about something; the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree…

“How ‘bout this?” Partitio said, snapping his fingers, “I call my own papa ‘Pops’, so what if you called me that instead?”

“Pops…” A bright smile spread across her face and she nodded. “Yeah, I like that!” Elena hugged Partitio again, and fresh tears welled up in his eyes when she spoke again:

“I love you…Pops.”

“Love ya too, chickadee,” Partitio choked out, and Osvald placed a kiss on both of their foreheads.

“I love you both,” he said, a fond smile crossing his face, “More than anything.”

A loud bark preceded Coffee bounding across the room and barreling into the three of them, and Partitio laughed when she proceeded to lick the stray tears from his face.

“Don’t forget about Coffee!” Elena said, and Osvald laughed as he pet the massive dog’s head.

“I could never forget about her. She’s just as important to this family as the rest of us.”

“You’ve got that right!” Partitio grinned as he rubbed Coffee’s belly, “Our li’l doggie is irreplaceable!”

“...Little?”

Osvald raised a dubious eyebrow at Partitio, and Elena giggled when Partitio playfully swatted his arm. His eyes went wide and he stood up, helping Elena and Osvald up too.

“Oh! We should get to checkin’ on that goulash!” he said, and a serious look crossed Elena’s face.

“Right! We can’t let it burn!” She quickly ran into the kitchen, with Coffee hot on her heels. Partitio made to follow, but Osvald suddenly pulled him into a tight embrace and kissed him tenderly.

“Did you have a nice Father’s Day surprise, Pops?” Osvald asked when he pulled away, and Partitio’s blushed as he rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Hoo-eey, that’s gonna take some getting used to…” Partitio said, and he narrowed his eyes at Osvald when he chuckled, “How long have you been plannin’ this for me, anyway?”

“...Elena talked to me about it just after the wedding, actually.” Osvald smiled as he caressed Partitio’s cheek with the back of his hand, “She wanted to make sure that I wouldn’t get jealous if she called you Papa too.”

Partitio barked out a laugh and shook his head. “Well, I guess we don’t have to worry about that if she’s callin’ me Pops.” Osvald chuckled and pressed his forehead against Partitio’s, and Partitio stared into Osvald’s eyes, feeling like he was going to drown in the overwhelming fondness that he found in his gaze…

“...Hey, if you two don’t stop being all cutesy, me and Coffee are gonna eat all this goulash ourselves!” Elena yelled from the kitchen, and Partitio laughed at the look of horror that crossed Osvald’s face.

“My goulash…” His tone was incredibly dramatic, and Partitio rolled his eyes as he leaned up to kiss Osvald’s cheek.

“Don’t worry, darlin’.” Partitio grabbed Osvald’s hand and winked, “I’m not sure if that’s good for dogs to eat anyway.”

Osvald chuckled as he entwined their fingers together. “You’re probably right. Let’s not keep them waiting any longer, dear.”

Partitio nodded and stole one last kiss before they went to the kitchen to join the rest of their little family. As they enjoyed their dinner, filled with love and laughter, Partitio counted himself damned lucky to be able to call himself both Osvald’s husband and Elena’s ‘Pops’.

#octopath traveler 2 #octopath traveler 2 spoilers #osvald v. vanstein #partitio yellowil #osvald x partitio #fanfiction #jade writes fanfiction #osvitio

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LOLLYYYY !!!!! im so sorry i took me the entire day to read sugarstream but … BUT ! i hope you know i’m you’re biggest fan — i have been ITCHING for this piece and now that i’ve finally read it, i feel so complete?? like wow. my life goal has been accomplished now. feeling #Blessed.

++ i wanted to tell you how beautifully written it was…. i was taking notes mentally.. like “wow she wrote it this way instead of that” and “oh my god that was so clever,,, how did she think of that” and the obvious thoughts of “oh that is so hot….. lolly is having so much fun right now (i hope)…” LOL

and i think it’s because i associate gojo with you, i find myself thinking, “oh yeah… YEAH… gojo is totally like this…” because anything you say, goes.

i just really believe you understand his character well… and every time you write him, i get so lost into the smaller details you’d pick up like an easter egg — i was like omg honored one?? one and only?? SLAYYYY !!!! i feel so damn happy being able to gush about him internally while reading the same way you gush about him secretly in your writing heheheh

ugh and i just wanted to tell you that you’re such a big, big inspo for me too!! you have my entire heart (i have such a big crush on you) <3

p.s. i love the plot. i love the details. i love the writing. i love everything but i think my favorite thing out of it all has to be seeing how fearful gojo’s character is. i think this summarizes him as a whole… without spoiling anything at all! i find that so interesting too.. being able to communicate how someone is without giving anything away.. ugh, it was stunningly written. im still on the floor.

i love you. (tiny font because i felt SOOOO guilty writing you an LONG essay but i am also worrying im straining your eyes right now IM SO SORRY !!!!)

dilly 🥹 i’ve read this ask an embarrassing amount of times since you sent it in and i’m still speechless okay. i had SOOOO much fun writing sugarstream and i’ve been excited about it for a long time but i didn’t think anyone would feel this way about my writing or to think such things while reading my dumb little fics. a girl’s dream is to hear she understands and writes her favorite character well, OKAY. i’m sitting over here giggling because you said that ��️i can’t come up with enough things to say but i teared up a little and i love you so much. for a writer who writes as beautiful as you do, this is one of the best compliments i’ve ever received!!!! I LOVE YOU. i’m rambling now but thank you so much for saying these kind words. i hope you know i’m going to read this ask a thousand times because you’re the sweetest ever!!!!! (˘̩̩ε˘̩ƪ)

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amanuensisnessy · 11 months

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Avant-Garde - Margo Finley #003

Amos was being particularly annoying today. Constantly poking me and asking me how I got here. Leaving items in the incorrect shelves and moving my pens a few centimeters so that I would just miss them.

My patience was wearing thin until finally I shouted, “Amos Ettan! If you don’t stop pointing that finger at me, I swear you're gonna lose it and find it deep within your bowels.”

The fool laughed, “This is a peculiar place, how could I not wander through the aisles for ages.”

“I would love nothing more than to see you poking your nose into every label on every bottle. So why don’t you do that? Choose a few bottles and leave!” I was begging the man at this point, but his mischievousness was overpowering for him.

“I could,” he admitted rather innocently, “or you could tell me a story? Maybe the one about how you got here?”

I took a heavy sigh and resigned myself to my fate, so I told him:h

Firstly, time flows through everyone differently. So I don’t know how long ago it happened or if it has yet to happen. To me, the moment I was condemned to this place was a couple hours ago, but it feels like empires have risen and fallen in that time.

As you can imagine, Silas is at the root of all of this.

My car - or as I told Amos, mode of transportation - was sick in a sense. Everything was working smoothly and there were no visible signs of damage. Except, when I took it in for a test, it had not passed inspection. I took it to a mechanic and had them look at it for me. They agreed something was wrong, but they couldn’t figure it out either. I had gone to at least 4 different mechanics before I met Silas.

At the time, Silas was interested in cars and was quite boastful about his skills. He claimed to be able to fix any mechanical problem and I hoped he would. I waited in the lobby in his shop, while he took a look into it.

By the time he got back, he told me I needed to replace a catalytic converter. He would need to order the piece as he didn’t have it in stock and it would cost a pretty penny. I, however, didn’t care. I had spent months looking for what was wrong with the damn thing, when I should have been looking for a new car instead. But I was attached to the red chevrolet. Especially seeing how my own Dad taught me how to take care of it.

I agreed to the price Silas had given me and found out later that it was practically a steal. Unfortunately, the piece he bought didn’t solve the problem. He ordered a few more at no charge and replaced each one as they came. I think it was over the course of these meetings that he started to become attached to me.

We would see each other outside of his workshop and talk about our day, our interests, and whatever else we could find to fill in the hours with. Finally, he had fixed my blessed car. We went for a drive in the movie theater that night. I don’t remember what we were watching and I doubt Silas would remember if I asked him.

“Margo,” he said my name with such seriousness, I was afraid he would reveal a terrible secret to me, “I have genuinely enjoyed our time together. And after this there is no reason for you to keep seeing me, especially since your car is all fixed and ready to go, but I hope we could keep in touch.”

I laughed at how nervous I initially was, “I wasn’t planning on falling off the face of the earth, Silas. I thought it went without saying that we would continue to see each other.”

He breathed a sigh of relief and smiled as he leaned back on his seat. I watched him as he dramatically covered his eyes with his arm.

And that’s how that started.

I met his friends and he met mine. A while later we began dating and I helped around his shop when I could. My friends were all happy for me, even more so than I was because I was the last one to get hitched.

And that made me nervous.

A carnival had rolled into town and Silas and I had decided it was a great date night idea. We went on every hurl-tastic ride there was and gorged ourselves on hot dogs and Mountain Dew. We were standing in front of the swing rides, unwrapping our cotton candy from its colorful paper prison. And right there, sitting at the very top of this fluffy deliciousness was an engagement ring.

“Margo,” he began in the same serious tone he had so many months ago, “I cannot begin to describe the effect you have had on me. I enjoy every moment I have been with you and wish for nothing more than to spend my entire life with you. I honestly cannot imagine my life without you. I promise to fill your life with as much joy as you have filled mine and so much more,” he whispered this last part into my ear, ‘you don’t have to answer now, but if you do, I hope you say yes.”

Tears pricked at my eyes as I looked straight into his. I took the ring from the sugary fluff and then gripped his hand in mine.

I returned the ring.

“I am so sorry, Silas,” I began and I saw the joy blinking out of this man’s face, “you’ve made me feel just as happy these last couple of months, but I am not ready for this kind of forever.”

He’d tell you that he was understanding and he smiled all throughout the ordeal, but it wasn’t like that. He dropped the ring, turned around, and walked away.

I was left standing with two cotton candies in my hand and a ring at my feet. I don’t know how long I stood there. The guilt weighed heavy on me and the sadness gripped me at the throat. I knew I was never going to say yes, but I didn't prepare myself for the possibility of losing him forever.

My friends kept me company for those nights that seemed unbearable and a pint of Ben and Jerry’s for the night’s they weren’t available.

8 days had passed since Silas had proposed to me. He came knocking at my door and I was confused as a chameleon on a merry go round.

“I know you’ve said no, but there’s one last place I’d like to take you. I don’t want our last interaction to be sad that would turn all our memories sour,” he took me by the wrist and I followed him.

We drove down familiar streets all the way to his house. The lights were on and I could see people dancing in the living room. I felt the blood leave my face. I don’t know what etiquette class Silas missed, but an ex shouldn’t be invited to a family party. No amount of time would prepare me for the humiliation I was about to endure.

But that didn’t happen, at least not right away.

I was bombarded by men, women, and the genders in between with warm greetings. I felt no hostility in any of the guests and I was becoming comfortable with the vibes. They had a wide selection of food, but I was interested in the desserts. I had just taken a bite of a cupcake when the room erupted in cheers.

I swear I almost choked. As I calmed down one of the women in the party congratulated me. I saw no need to congratulate me, so I stared dumbfounded at her and everyone else in the room.

Silas appeared next to me, “I know you said no, but I really could not see my life going on without you being in it. I respect that you don’t want to commit your life with me, but I was hoping you would allow me to remain your friend until the very end.”

I spoke honestly, “I do want to stay your friend, but I need some time to order out my feelings. Do you think you could give me that?”

Silas beamed, “Of course, we have all the time in the world to hurt and to heal. To love deeply and hate violently. I’m just happy you agreed to forever."

I didn’t know what he meant at the time and I didn't know what he meant as a kitchen knife struck right through my heart. I should’ve felt pain, but I didn’t. Instead I was shocked and confused.

How was it that everyone was okay with what had just happened? I took a quick glance around the room to see if anyone would help me or stop him. No one did.

That’s where I ended the tale.

Amos, understandably, was outraged, “ You can’t end the tale there! You just died! I have so many questions!” he started pacing back and forth, “What happened next? How long were you dead? Wait… did you really die or did you just brush your hands with death? Are you immortal?”

I held my hand up to stop his ranting, “I’ll tell you next time.”

“But I might not even be HERE next time!”

I didn’t buy his bluff, “You manage to find yourself here just fine by accident. Try coming on purpose and maybe you’ll make it here faster.”

“But you don’t have anywhere else to go. Can’t you just tell me now?”

“Lunch break,” I pointed to my wrist watch. It was out of whack and sometimes the two needles would turn in the opposite directions, but Amos didn’t know that.

“Fine,” he crossed his arms, “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”

He closed the door a little harder than usual, but he was gone. I would see him in 20 minutes, but it might be years for him. He might not even remember he asked for my origin story.

Part 2 - Part 4

#Avant-Garde #this didn’t happen #Creative Writing #Magic Pharmacy

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brunitofindshappinessfanfic · 1 year

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Father Madrigal & the Pagan

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Writing from inspiration from another blog. Bruno Madrigal fled all those years ago and decided to join the church. He returns to the Encanto a fully fledged man of the cloth. But a newly arrived pagan tests his patience and sanity.

CW/TW: religious themes, adult content, etc

My soul fled my body. I was being watched last night. And by none other than Father Madrigal!

"Oh my God," I clutched at my chest, trying to collect myself.

"MIJA," Father Madrigal scolded me.

"Shit, sorry. Oh Fu- God DAMN-"

"MIJA!"

Silence.

"W-would you believe that wasn't on purpose?"

"I could, but you need to repent."

I rolled my eyes.

"I'll do my best," I tried not to sound sarcastic.

I heard shifting in the next booth behind the lattice that separated us.

"Mija," he whispered back in a kinder tone.

I realized he was looking through the lattice at me. I found myself shifting to face him. Through the lattice, he looked like a prisoner. Almost like some poor song bird longing to be freed of it's guilded cage.

"I hear you about Father Flores' sermon. I have a few arguments myself," his eyes were downcast again. I saw his fingers moving gently over the lattice on his side, as if caressing a face.

Oh my God.

My face.

The shock ran through my body, but oddly, I wasn't afraid.

"Are you happy here, Father?" I asked.

His fingers stopped moving, and his eyes looked to mine as best they could. He then moved back to sit on the bench on the other side.

I startled myself when my hands touched the wall of the confessional booth, anticipating the feeling of human warm rather than a wall.

He didn't give an answer, but the silence spoke for itself.

He wasn't happy.

What a heartache, but it's not mine to carry.

I went back to sitting on the bench.

"How much did you see last night?" I asked, feeling my cheeks flame from blushing.

"Enough," he finally responded, "I wanted to find you and apologize for my behavior. It was untoward, perhaps even..." He didn't finish that thought, "I saw you dance. I thought it was splendid. It took everything within me not to take you up in a waltz."

"Right, and the rest?"

"Well, you tell me, "Brigid."" He sounded frustrated again.

But I knew exactly what he meant.

"Sounds like you were stalking me like a predator last night," I'm not going to sit in the hot box alone. Time for him to sweat.

"And what a beautiful prey you are," he responded so easily.

I could feel my blush running down my neck now.

"Are all the priests like this these days, or is this just you?"

"Lo siento, mija. You can ask anyone in the Encanto. This is not how I usually conduct myself. I have never even felt this way before. Something about you or your arrival has breathed a fresh breeze into my life. But mija," he sounded so sincere, his voice had evened out, "be careful. If someone else had seen... the thought pains me of what could have happened to you."

I leaned my head against the side of the confessional booth. He was right.

"What do you want from me? To keep my secret."

"As far as I'm concerned, this is the sanctity of the confession. I can't break that oath."

My heart ached.

"I should go, good day Father."

"Bless you, Brigid," Father responded automatically.

I was practically shaking again. Was this anxiety? Or did an old priest actually manage to turn me on?

I hurried on out of the church. I wandered over the fields where the crops grew. Up into the mountainside, just wandering.

#bruno madrigal #la familia madrigal #encanto fanfic #encanto

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