#hes not salty towards them he wants to make their lives better

[astrowaffles]

Noone talks enough about gojo as a cycle breaker. He was canonically neglected by the gojo clan, who would spend a lot of money on him to make up for ignoring him. He was treated simply as a weapon by the adults in his life. We are purposefully told practically nothing about his family so that we can’t imagine him as a son, brother, cousin, uncle.

And yet, when he was put in the same situation as the adults, when he was given a “weapon” to train and prune, he chose a different way. He chose to save yuta and yuji and megumi and many others, and to train them to use their morals & empathy rather than abandon them.

Like. Gojo was fucked over by everyone SO MANY TIMES and instead of immediately killing everyone he chose to become a teacher. Like are you seeing this. This is fr.

#‼️leaks‼️ yeah yeah hes killed everyone now i get it #but only after they fucked over the kids #like gojo could take them messing with him but the kids? nah #his whole 'dont take their youth' philosophy is so beautiful #hes not salty towards them he wants to make their lives better #GOD SAVE GOJO 🦅‼️ #jjk #jujutsu gojo #jujutsu kaisen #jjk gojo #satoru gojo #gojo satoru #astro speaks wonders #jjk leaks

[moni-logues]

Haircut

Pairing: Boxer!JK x reader

Genre: pwp/smut but honestly it ends kind of cute uwu

Summary: Watching Jungkook work out, coupled with that new haircut, gets you so hot and bothered, you don't make it home before you have to do something about it

Word count: 2.5k

Content: car sex therefore sort of semi-public but they aren't seen, unprotected sex

A/N: so.... JK's live sent me insane and Jess said 'Thirteen Rounds drabble?' and now here we are. You don't actually have to have read Thirteen Rounds to read this but, honestly, I'd recommend it because I actually think it is quite good lmao. Y'all have this little bastard to thank for all of it 😂😂😂 and yes that is the picture I've chosen and I'm sticking with it!!!!!1

You leant on the doorframe, watching Jungkook train, still not over the novelty of being able to. 

After a lot of soul-searching and debating and to-ing and fro-ing, he had decided to part ways with his now-former coach (you cheered only inwardly because you knew how hard a decision it had been for him). You liked his new coach; his new coach liked you. His new coach let you inside the gym; his new coach let you sit in on training.  

You knew as well as JK did (and much better than his new coach did) that you would be a distraction if you sat and watched a whole session but sometimes you liked to show up just a little early when picking him up.  

You watched him from the door as he grunted and whined his way through another set of inchworms. He looked about ready to collapse when his coach asked him for one more. He cried out and you giggled to yourself as he nevertheless walked forwards on his hands into a plank, panting noisily, groaning as he pushed himself back towards his toes. His T-shirt long abandoned at the side of the room, he was glistening with sweat, his muscles rippling as he worked. You couldn’t not think about his hand around your neck, the salty zing of his sweat when you kissed his skin, all those noises he was making now but making them only for you, only in the effort of fucking you like you wanted, like you needed. Like, he said, you deserved. 

It gave you pause sometimes, how much, how badly you wanted him. Still. All the time. Your friends thought you were crazy, a horndog outlier on the normal distribution of sexual appetite which you had to admit seemed true, but you hadn’t been that way until you’d met Jungkook. No one had ever wanted you like he did, as much, as badly, as all the time as he did. He was all-in from day one. That’s just who he was: he gave all of himself to everything that he did; everything meant everything to him; he was burning up, all day and all night, an eternal fire of keen passion, of relentless energy, of an unstoppable drive.  

And the way he fucked you. You couldn’t say no. Couldn’t turn it down. Couldn’t live without it. It was months ago now, that month off, that painfully long stretch of time without him, and you still felt like you were making up for it.  

His coach finally told him it was over, he was finished, and he collapsed in a sweaty heap on the floor. He rolled onto his back, starfishing, his chest heaving, his hair in his face. It looked different. You knew he was getting it cut before training (a decision that made no sense to you, since it was now, already, dirty with sweat and whatever grime it was picking up from the floor). You couldn’t quite tell what it was going to look like. 

He’d been growing it out. It was the longest you’d ever seen it. You liked it. Liked to run your fingers through it when you were trying to get to sleep at night. Liked to wrap it around your fingers when his head was between your legs. He liked that, too.  

As he sat up, his back to you, you were relieved that he hadn’t taken any length off. That relief evaporated in an instant when, having put his T-shirt back on, he turned around and you saw what he had done. 

“Oh, fuck,” you whispered to yourself, swallowing hard.  

Jungkook’s eyes widened when he saw you. 

“Baby!” he cried, his arms thrown wide as he approached.  

He wrapped you in a sweaty hug, holding you as tight as he could, rubbing his sweaty head over yours. 

“Ew, stop it! Stop it!”  

You swatted at him and he giggled, pulling back but not letting you go.  

“You love it.” 

You could only nod as you reached a hand up to brush over his hair, the front cut short above his eyes. He closed them and scrunched his nose; you saw a tiny blush creep onto his cheeks and you wanted to scream with how badly it made you want him, right there, right that second. 

“Do you like it?” he asked.  

“I-” you started and had to stop, clear your throat, tell your heart to slow its roll for a second. “Yes, Kookie, I like it. I like it a lot.”  

You raised your eyebrows and bit your lip.  

“You do?”  

You had to look away, take a momentary break from his huge, sparkling, puppy-dog eyes, from his little hopeful smile and, fuck, that haircut. You tightened your grip on his shoulders. 

“Yes, Jungkook, I do and if you don’t let me take you home right this second and show you how much I like it, I might literally die.”  

He trailed a hand up your side, a sneaking smirk on his face. 

“Is that right? You like it that much, huh?” 

“Yes, now let’s go.” 

He laughed and walked back for his bag, taking his sweet time, walking as slowly as he could, stopping to tie his shoelace. 

“Jungkook!”  

* * * 

You sat at a red light, grateful that it was late, that it was dark, that people couldn’t see you, flushed and antsy, fidgeting in your seat as you tried not to break every single speed limit on your way home.  

Jungkook was not helping. He hummed along with the radio with his hand on your thigh. Mostly just resting there, occasionally letting his fingers wander higher and higher. You wished you had worn jeans, or something thicker than leggings, so that when he gently dragged a finger over your aching core, you wouldn’t feel it so much, it wouldn’t make you squirm in your seat, your mouth wouldn’t drop open in a silent gasp, your clit wouldn’t throb.  

“Jungkook,” you breathed. 

“Yes, baby?” he replied, looking like butter wouldn’t melt. 

“I mean it. I am literally going to die if you keep teasing me like this.” 

Jungkook removed his hand from your crotch and hummed thoughtfully. He brought up the navigation on the screen and started punching in an address. 

“Just follow this,” he said when he’d finished.  

You’d have done anything he asked you at that point. The streets were familiar to you, but you couldn’t work out why Jungkook was taking you here. You pulled into the empty car park of a retail estate, the shops all closed hours ago, lights off.  

“You have reached your destination,” intoned the satnav. 

“Um, this is a car park.” 

“Yeah, my love, go over there.” 

He pointed towards a dark corner, where the streetlights didn’t quite reach. You manoeuvred the car into the space, put it into park, and turned the engine off. Jungkook unclipped your seatbelt as he unclipped his own and then he barrelled into the backseat. He patted his lap. 

“Come here, you.”  

Sex in the car wasn’t exactly what you’d had in mind but any inhibitions you might have had, any hesitations about fucking somewhere so public, where anyone could see were drowned out by the desperation you felt, the desire bordering on hysterical. You might have got out and fucked him against a shop window if you’d had to. But you were glad you didn’t have to. 

You straddled Jungkook and took his face in your hands, not wasting a second more. You crashed your lips together and the spark ignited. You rolled your hips over his and gasped to feel him already hard beneath his trousers. He took the opportunity to slip his tongue in your open mouth, moaning as his hands disappeared inside your T-shirt. You were hot all over, shivering under his touch. He unclasped your bra and you ripped your top off, letting your bra fall with it. When he dipped his head to suck your nipple into his mouth, you whined, dizzy with need, shaking with it, your hips still rocking against his clothed length. It had been twelve hours since he was last there, beneath you, on top of you, inside you, but that might as well have been a lifetime. Your need eclipsed everything else. You weren’t thinking with your cunt; you weren’t thinking at all. You were aching, wanting, lusting, dripping. You were a siren screaming Jungkook’s name, wailing into the dark night for him and him alone.  

“I need you, Kookie- fuck. Please. Fuck me.”  

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of your leggings and tugged them down. You separated so you could pull them all the way off, so Jungkook could lift his hips and remove his trousers and boxers. You pushed him backwards, so he was lying on the backseat, and climbed back on. You took his cock, all heavy-heat and velvet-rigidity, leaking already—how much, how badly he always wanted you—and slid yourself along it, your arousal sticky-sweet and all over. He was coated in your juices, slick as you wrapped your hand around him and settled yourself over him, lodging the tip in your entrance.  

Jungkooked hissed as you lowered yourself, his hands gripping your hips, his mouth falling open as you took him in, every inch. You sat, him full inside you, this pressure and pleasure spreading, aching in your cunt and your clit, your hips and your thighs, too. You couldn’t bear to move, didn’t want to lose this feeling, didn’t want the emptiness to return even for a second.  

“You ok, baby?” he asked, tipping his head to look at you, cocking it to the side. 

You nodded, eyes closed, one hand ghosting over your clit, not really touching, not really not.  

“Yeah,” you breathed. “I just want to stay like this for a bit.” 

“Ok.” 

He ran his hands down your thighs, back up to your hips, and you luxuriated in it. How he fit you, stretched you, felt made for you. The radiating heat and stickiness of his dried-sweat skin. The softness of his touch. The things he whispered to you, how you felt so good, how much he loved you, loved to fuck you. When he moved your hand aside and pressed his thumb against your clit, you jerked, the direct pressure suddenly too much when you had been craving it for so long.  He lifted his thumb away and then returned it, slowly, gently, rubbing circles over you.  

You cursed and tipped your head back, looking skyward, as you felt everything in you pull together, the tension white-hot, the pleasure barbed, the heat bubbling and roaring. Your hips began to move, your clit chasing his touch, your cunt fluttering around his cock. Jungkook groaned and he gripped your hip with one hand, stilling you so he could take over. He braced himself carefully, one foot on the seat, one on the floor, and directed you upwards, the drag of his dick against your walls enough to make you whine. Then he held you there, his tip still clutched inside, and began to thrust, hard and fast.  

You scrabbled at the ceiling of the car for purchase, weak suddenly as he fucked into you; where he found the strength, you’d never know. He had not twenty minutes ago been collapsed on the gym floor; you knew you’d be collapsing soon if you couldn’t find something to grip, something to hold your body up. Jungkook pushed harder with his thumb, rubbing rougher circles now and you fell forward with a quiet cry, leaning heavily on his chest. He huffed and paused and you tried to catch your breath. 

“Don’t stop, please.”  

He chuckled breathlessly and held still, lazily tracing your nipple with his finger. You whined. 

“Please. I’m literally begging you, Kookie. Don’t be mean.”  

He didn’t answer except to slam into you, once, hard. Then he dragged himself slowly out and did it again. The new angle had him squeezing tight past your g-spot with every thrust. It had you seeing stars. It had you digging your nails into his shoulders. He kept at it, torturously slow, and you were begging, again, pleading with him for more. 

“Kookie,” you cried, using all your strength to lift yourself up to look in his eyes.  

They were black, sparkling, a galaxy of mischief as he sucked his lip ring into mouth and bit his bottom lip. You clenched tight as he dragged himself out and the smirk tugging at his lips fell, faltering. He whimpered softly, accidentally. 

“See, Kookie? You want it, too. Please. Please. More. I need more. Oh- Fuck, please.”  

Your fingers twisted around the hair at the nape of his neck and you tugged as your face fell into the crook of his neck. You pressed your lips against his salty skin, dragged your tongue up the column of his neck and felt him shiver beneath you. He groaned and then gripped you hard with both of his hands on your hips. He sped up. Faster and harder. Pistoning into you with gasping grunts of effort, his jaw tight, his hair sticking to his forehead. Yeses tumbled from your mouth. Yes and thank you and words that were no longer words, little moaned vowels and consonants stuck in your throat. 

You slipped a hand between your bodies and picked up where Jungkook left off. Your cunt spasmed at the lightest touch on your clit and Jungkook’s grunt was broken and high-pitched as you squeezed him, vice-tight and slippery. Words and breath all strangled, tangled up in pleasure as you began to shake all over, Jungkook crying out loud, your name over and over again, how good you felt, how good you were, how close he was.  

A rush of heat and gush of arousal. A twitching trembling in your legs. A shaking stuttering in your heart. A screaming, careening ecstasy. Rapture.  

A numb, tingling weakness after a fusion of strength and force. A warm body, yours; a warm body, his. The ratatat-tat of your hearts against each other. The ocean rush of your breath, heaving, panting, gasping.  

“So you really like my new haircut, huh, baby?” 

You whined, feeling boneless and shivery but hot all over. You reached one hand up with a groan and tugged at a forelock.  

“It’s dangerous, my little oreo. You are dangerously fucking sexy. I don’t know how we’re going to get home. I don’t even know how I’m going to get dressed. I can’t feel my legs.”  

Jungkook kissed the top of your head and pulled his hands under his head with a satisfied sigh. He used to think you’d get tired of him, sick of him. Because everyone else did. No one could ever keep up, no one ever wanted anything as much as he did. Too much. He knew it was too much—he was too much. For everyone. They told him to stop and calm down and get over things, tone it down a little, take a breather. But not you. He was never too much for you. You always met him there. You kept wanting him, so much, so badly, even after all this time. He was never too much, for the first time in his life.  

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #boxer jungkook #bts x reader #bts smut #bts fic #jungkook

[whumpsday]

Kane & Jim AU: Mermay Special

Chronological masterlist / Writing order masterlist

content: mer/vampire whumper, mer/vampire whumpee, whumper-turned-whumpee, dehydration, claustrophobia, starvation, torture, brief death wish, recovery, caretaking

have something special for mermay :) inspired by this fanart my friend lostie drew 2 years ago!!

-

It hadn’t rained in a week, Jim’s freshwater had run out the day before, and he was going to die.

He knew he was going to die. Kane would come back to feed, and his body wouldn’t be able to hold up anymore, and he would die. Either with Kane’s jaws clamped around him, or later, alone in the damp cold sand.

He wasn’t thirsty enough to be desperate yet, not desperate enough to drink the abundant saltwater taunting him from his prison’s little beach. He knew it would only make him die faster. It was poison.

It hardly mattered at this point. Months with no rescue likely meant no rescue at all, and this was hardly a life. Still, something cried out in him, wanting to live.

Jim scrambled against the rock as he saw that telltale fin start to poke out of the water, more and more until the vampire revealed himself in full, the head and torso of a man and the tail-end of a shark. Not that there was anywhere for Jim to use his worthless legs to run to.

“Food.” Kane slung half a seal onto the surface, raw yet unbloodied.

Jim cautiously crept forward. “I need water.”

Kane raised an eyebrow at him, then splashed him, leaving him soaked.

“Fresh water,” he pressed, pointing up to the clear sky. “Rainwater. I need it or I’ll die. Please, just take me back to the beach, any beach where there’s humans. I won’t be any use to you dead. You’re not some animal, you know this isn’t right, please!”

“Human mine,” Kane dismissed firmly.

Jim sobbed drily. “I can’t. I can’t. You’re going to kill me.”

“Eat.” Kane shoved the meat toward him, making him flinch back. “Then I eat.”

Jim looked to the sky, Kane’s hungry eyes never leaving him as he devoured the vampire’s leftovers. If it didn’t rain tomorrow, he wouldn’t make it another day.

“Human.” Kane gestured him forward as soon as he finished.

“No, no, I don’t want to!” Jim backed up to the rock again, even knowing it was useless.

Kane huffed, climbing up onto the sand. “Food,” he called him now, a warning tone to his voice, piercing red eyes growing angry.

“Stop,” Jim insisted, squeezing his eyes shut. “No!”

A clawed hand grabbed his leg, any attempt to kick him away futile. He couldn’t match a vampire’s strength on his best day, and this was not his best day.

He cried out as sharp teeth dug into flesh once again, feeling much like the seal in his stomach.

-

Kane whined softly, squirming against the glass.

The fishers had put him in a smaller tank again. He couldn’t be sure–though he learned more of their language every awful day, there were still gaps–but he was near-certain it was a game to them, at this point, how small of a space they could force him to live in. He didn’t need to know their language to see their smirks.

He hadn’t even meant to break the last one. He had been trying so hard this time, and he’d been asleep when it happened. Even so, the fishers left him gasping on the floor in a pile of broken glass for hours. Even the tiny tank was better than none at all. How far he’d fallen, that he could consider this lucky.

Kane wished he could go back to complaining about not having room to swim. He would do anything to go back to the first tank. This one hardly afforded him room to move, to breathe. No matter how he tried to position himself, he always ended up touching the walls, his tail bunched up uncomfortably.

The water was too salty, burning his gills with every breath. He didn’t dare complain about that again. Last time, they left him in that horrible freshwater humans love so much until he screamed and bled to the point where any other fish would die.

But he was a vampire, and there was no driftwood here.

Every time a fisher walked past, Kane tensed. Some carried cruel metal tools, meant for fish already dead, though he’d already known their sting far more than he’d like. Some carried cruel metal tools and looked at him, making him wish he had anywhere to hide.

“Comfy?” a fisher mocked, tapping the glass with the end of his fishing stick, the unavoidable vibrations reverberating wherever he touched it.

Kane shook his head, hoping the answer was acceptable.

“Good. �̴̢̛̙̃̎̀̏͌�̶͙̪̉̃̐͋̈̈́̉͝�̵̛̹̪̳̾́̏̂̏̊͊�̴̤̬͖͖̬̹̣̏�̴̧̹͓͒̋͝�̸͎̝̂̅͋�̴̧͚͍̼̠͌�̵̤̜̻̦̬̄͒̏̃ little display case, leech. �̸͖̞̩̳̒̿͐̚͝ͅ�̴̢̫̺̟̺̬̯͔̋̄�̶̧̺̯͚̳͎͉̆͆̀̉̍�̵͚͈͛̌̑̚�̷̰͝͝�̴̢̡̯̗̖̥̈́̑̄̅̃̀̎̕ feed you this week.”

He perked up at the mention of food, whining louder this time.

The fisher laughed, flicking one of those foul little ash-and-paper cylinders into his tank. “Eat it.”

It would make him sick, but far worse would come of disobeying orders. Maybe the fisher would allow him some food if he obeyed. Kane wriggled until he could position himself enough to reach the bottom of the tank, scooped it up, and swallowed it down.

Another fisher joined him, saying something he couldn’t understand and nodding at his tank before approaching.

Nothing good ever happened when he was taken from his tank.

“No, no, no!” he wailed as his head breached the surface, his salt-lined gills burning all the more against unforgiving air.

-

Jim didn’t go to the beach anymore.

After months stranded and years after living in fear, he never thought he’d get even ten miles near a coastline. Not even twenty. Yet here he was, getting within two, just to see the damn vampire. Just to confirm it’s him.

The scars on his arms and legs floated the vague line between hurt and not, leaving him unsure if it was in his head.

The smell of distant saltwater made him want to vomit.

Jim greeted the fishers in a daze, letting them lead him to the vampire that might be his.

And there he was.

Kane looked worse for wear. He was littered with more scars than Jim was, trapped in a tank barely wider than his body, and even his body looked near-emaciated. His wide eyes locked onto Jim with sudden, harsh terror, and he squirmed as if to try to get away.

“Why’s he… in there?” he asked dumbly.

“Gotta keep a vampire reeeal secure, you of all people know you can’t trust the fuckers. Give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile. Can’t move around, don’t have the energy to fight, knows it’s got hurt coming if it tries, that’s the safe way to keep ‘em,” the fisher explained.

Jim couldn’t look him in the eyes after that, so he looked at the tank instead.

“Kane?”

Kane whimpered, pressed against the back of the tank, though that only left him what looked like a couple inches away from the front of it. Jim felt claustrophobic just looking at it.

“So?” the fisher prompted.

“This is him.” Jim took a step forward, hesitantly pressing a hand to the glass. He was really here, powerless to hurt him again.

But Kane was hurt, and terrified, and trapped somewhere small and uncomfortable. There was no way he could leave him here.

“Do you think… I could take him?”

-

Every day, humans came to the aquarium in droves. As an unending mercy, Kane’s tank here was large, with ample places to hide. He never came out while the humans were visiting.

No one hurt him at the aquarium. He always had enough to eat at the aquarium. The workers always smiled at him when he surfaced for his meals. Not the malicious smiles of the fishers, but real ones, like they were friends. They talked to him like he was a person, and he was getting better at talking back, and they didn’t even get mad at him when he wouldn’t come out for the guests. Bellamy slipped him an extra fish and told him he deserved it for being a trooper. He didn’t know what a trooper was, but it sounded good when he said it.

Maybe he would start showing himself, one day, just to make them happy. Maybe if it ever stopped being scary.

As it stood, there was only one guest Kane would leave his hidey-hole for. Thankfully, they allowed him to come just after closing, away from the crowds.

“Hey,” Jim greeted. “Just came to, uh, check up on you. Make sure you’re still doing alright.”

Kane couldn’t speak underwater, and Jim was nowhere close to the top of the roomy tank, so he nodded. He looked at his hand, trying to remember the sign for a second, before making a ‘thumbs-up’.

“You’re okay? You’re happy? No one’s hurting you? They’re feeding you good? Helping you with medical stuff?” Jim asked.

Kane nodded again, smiling this time. He tried not to show his teeth.

Jim sat by the tank. “That’s good. I’m happy for you, man. You know how long ‘til the doc clears you to go home?”

It wouldn’t be long, now. He was gaining the weight back, his injuries had healed, and the exercises he’d been given were helping him learn to swim normally again. Soon, he would be able to survive in the ocean, just like before any of this nightmare had ever happened.

Bellamy said they could do a program together, if he wanted, where guests would come to learn about vampires and ask him questions. He said Kane didn’t have to if he didn’t want to, but winked and promised him some of his blood if he gave it a try.

No fisher could catch him again if he stayed at the aquarium. People would protect him at the aquarium.

Kane shrugged, not sure he would ever leave.

-

sorry all i can write are AUs lol <3 they're warming me up for the main series i prommy

taglist in reblogs!

#kane and jim au #whump #mer whumper #mer whumpee #vampire whumpee #vampire whumper #vampire whump #mer whump #whumper turned whumpee #dehydration #claustrophobia

[writingforstraykids]

You guys are my world

Pairing: Chanlix x femReader (mention of OT8)

Word Count: 751

Summary: Sometimes you just need a day off. What a better way than spending it with your boyfriends at the beach.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, lazy moments, bonfire,...

A/N: Sorry I'm late, I completely forgot to post yesterday. Hope you enjoy it babe @miuracha 💕

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

The sun was setting, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink as you, Chan, and Felix made your way to the beach. You had decided to escape the hustle of their daily lives for a quiet evening by the sea with the rest of the group. The air was filled with the salty scent of the ocean and the gentle sound of waves hitting the shore.

As the others set up a place for later, the three of you decided to go for a walk. You kicked off your shoes, feeling the still warm sand between your toes. Felix immediately ran towards the water, his laughter echoing in the air. Chan watched him with a fond smile you've seen so often before. 

"Come on, you two!" Felix called out, splashing water in your direction.

You laughed and grabbed Chan's hand, pulling him towards the water. "Let's not let him have all the fun!"

You spent a few moments having fun in the shallow waves, the setting sun casting a golden glow on your boyfriends' faces. Felix attempted to splash both Chan and you, leading to a playful water fight. The sound of your laughter mixed with the soothing rhythm of the ocean. 

As the sky slowly darkened, you decided to walk back along the beach, the sand now cool under your feet. Felix found a stick and started drawing in the sand. He sketched a simple heart, adding their initials inside, and smiled at you. 

Chan stood beside you, watching Felix with an affectionate gaze. "He never stops surprising us, does he?" Chan said, his voice soft.

You nodded, heart swelling with love for the two men who meant the world to you. "He's our little bundle of surprises."

"Shut up," Felix smirked.

You continued your walk, the stars beginning to sparkle in the night sky. Chan wrapped an arm around your shoulder, pulling you close. Not wanting to be left out, Felix wrapped his arm around Chan's waist.

As you reached your friends, they already set up a small bonfire. You loved spending time with all of them. Minho was preparing some dinner with the help of Jeongin, Seungmin and  Changbin were playfully arguing about a current song. Jisung was staring at the fire, peacefully leaning against Hyunjin, who also didn't pay much attention to them. 

As the night went on, the fire began to fade, and the group started to leave. Chan, Felix and you decided to make your way back to the car. 

The moon was shining bright, casting a silver glow over the water. Sitting on the cool sand, you gazed at the ocean. Felix rested his head on Chan's shoulder, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. You leaned against Felix, your hand finding Chan's, intertwining your fingers.

"Moments like these make everything worth it," Chan said softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

Felix hummed in agreement, his eyes closing. "I wouldn't trade this for the world."

You looked at the two most important people in your life fondly. "You guys are my world," you said, voice thick with emotion.

"And you are ours," Chan answered lovingly. 

You sat there in silence for a while, each lost in your own thoughts. Eventually, Felix sat up. "I dare you both to race back to where we started," he challenged, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

Chan raised an eyebrow, a competitive spark lighting up in his eyes. "You're on, Lix."

You laughed, standing up with them. "Alright, but no cheating!"

With a countdown, you took off, running along the beach, your laughter echoing in the night. The race was less about winning and more about enjoying the moment. You all knew Chan would win easily. 

Chan reached the destination first, throwing his arms up in victory. Felix and you arrived moments later, out of breath but beaming with happiness.

"Okay, you win," Felix laughed, ruffling Chan's hair.

Chan stuck his tongue out playfully. "I always do."

You put your shoes back on and began the walk back to your car. As Chan drove back home, you knew that these moments were the ones you would cherish forever: the laughter, the ocean, the race. 

Chan glanced at Felix, who was already dozing off in the backseat, and then at you, your eyes reflecting the streetlights as they passed. He felt an overwhelming sense of love and happiness, knowing that you had each other no matter what the future held.

And in the end, that was all that mattered.

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[ordinaryschmuck]

Alright, last time ever that I’ll talk about Velma. I promise.

Because I’ve been extra salty towards this show all week, and I don’t want to take it further than that. Talking nothing but bad stuff about this show for the entirety of its run is exactly what the writers want. They want us to hate watch it so we can talk about each new atrocity the show brings up week after week, and call us haters or anti-woke propagandists. When, in reality, they don’t give a FUCK about any of that. They don’t care about other races, genders, or sexualities. They just WANT you to think they do. Know how I can tell? Because I’ve SEEN genuine attempts of representation.

THIS is a genuine attempt of representation. Matt Braly, the series creator of Amphibia and a Thai-American, felt like Thai culture was underrepresented in media. So, he not only made his main character and her Thai, but he also dedicated subplots and entire episodes showcasing the culture he wanted to represent.

THIS is a genuine attempt at representation. Dana Terrace, series creator of The Owl House and open Bisexual, wanted a main character that was explicitly bi to finally help kids feel like they’re seen. To help give the representation SHE always wanted.

But when I look at Velma? None of it hits the same.

This isn’t a genuine attempt for representation. This is Mindy Kuling turning a character into a self-insert to make herself look smarter than everyone else and the most important person in a narrative. Truth is, this Velma is nothing more than a sociopath, narcissistic dipshit who thinks she’s better than everyone else but is actually more aggravating than endearing.

So...Good job representing YOURSELF there, Mindy.

And this?

This isn’t representation. This is a shield.

A way to protect the show from any criticism because it couldn’t possibly be bad. They have gay characters! Gay characters are good in everything!

Except that is the LAST reason you should include gay characters! Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE more LGBTQA+ representation in media. What I don’t love is obvious attempts to pander to audiences just to avoid criticisms. And keep in mind, this is NOT the first attempt a creator wanted to make Velma gay.

James Gunn wanted to make her gay in the live action movie, but WB said no.

Scooby-Doo: Mystery Incorporated (the GOAT of the Scooby-Doo franchise) wanted to make Velma gay, but could only imply it because Cartoon Network didn’t greenlit Steven Universe yet.

THOSE are genuine attempts to make Velma gay, to represent people because the creators of both products agreed that it was the least they could do.

But making Velma and Daphne a thing just to protect a show is nothing more than shallow and inconsiderate of the hard fight dozens of people put up with for the sake of representation.

And, honestly, I’d be a little more forgiving if the writing in Velma was good. But it’s not.

Within the first minute, this show features...

Cockroaches having sex...

And fifteen year olds taking a shower to make a joke about how over-sexualized a series’ pilot can be.

First of all: FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME FIND THIS SCREEN SHOT FOR A POINT!

Second: You lose every ounce of credibility that you actually care about people when one of the first moves you make in your series is to sexualize minors for the sake of a joke.

A joke that doesn’t make sense at that. Point me to a series pilot that’s over-sexualized. If you get more than ten, I’ll say you have a point. I won’t say that sexualizing minors to make it was a good thing, but I’ll at least say that, “Yeah. You’re right. So many pilots do this. SO STOP DOING IT!”

That’s the level of writing Velma has. And it’s why they have their “representation” to protect themselves. Meanwhile, you want to know the level of writing you’ll find in The Owl House and Amphibia?

Villains who prove that the most dangerous people are the ones who make the rules.

Jokes that are actually funny.

Likable main protagonists who are kind and caring to the people around them.

Protagonists who have heartfelt relationships with other great characters, to the point that it breaks your heart to see them leave each other.

And on top of that, actually good representation. But here’s the thing: The representation isn’t only genuine. It’s a bonus. Something great to add onto everything else the writers and the creators do right.

What it isn’t is an attempt to protect a show from what it does wrong.

And that’s it. That’s the LAST time I’ll ever talk about Velma. I really mean it this time.

Talking about this show past it’s premier is already more attention it deserves. And if you were smart, you would not only stop watching, but stop talking. The best attention to give something you hate is NO attention.

If you really want to waste time, waste it by watching something good, like The Owl House and Amphibia. They may be kids shows, but they have more maturity than a single second of Velma.

#velma series #velma series salt #the owl house #amphibia #luz noceda #anne boonchuy #cw: naked minors #cw: velma

[sunflowersteves]

pillow forts and cuddles || e.m. & s.h.

summary || eddie and steve take care of you after a rough day.

pairing || eddie munson x steve harrington x gn!reader

author’s note || I just wanted fluffy time with these two idiots bc my week has been horrible <3

warnings || fluff, polyphobia mention

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“Oh, for fucks sake.” The keys jingle onto the floor, and you’re bending down to pick them up.

Today was a truly shitty day.

You pushed the key into the lock and pushed open the door. You let out a long exasperated sigh as you plop your keys onto the table without care. You take off your shoes near the door, almost letting out a frustrated scream at the laces being difficult. 

“Baby?”

Steve poked his head out from the kitchen, smile widening at your presence. Too soon, though, that smile fades as he watches you sit down on the couch.

Tears pricked your eyes, and your lips were in an unusual frown. His heart sunk into his stomach at your upset expression. Steve quietly entered the bedroom to see Eddie’s eyes closed and head bobbing to a new Iron Maiden song. 

He cautiously walked up to him, tapping Eddie on the shoulder. Eddie gasped in surprise as his body tensed from fright. 

“Shit, Steve!” If this was any other day, Steve wouldn’t let him live that down. However, right now, his mind was solely on you. “Something’s wrong.” 

Eddie perked up immediately at that, concern etching his brows. He lifted a hand to Steve’s, giving it a little squeeze. “What’s wrong, Stevie?”

Steve shook his head, indicating that it wasn’t him. “They didn’t greet me with a kiss, Eddie. They just…sat there.”

“Shit.” Eddie cursed. His eyes were wide with concern and worry. Every single day without fail, you would always greet the two of them with a kiss. It brightened both Steve's and Eddie’s day every time. 

They both enter back into the living room, sharing a look with one another before turning their attention toward you. And wow, their hearts absolutely shattered.

Your head was down, wet and salty tears cascading down your cheeks. Sobs rolled through your body as you tried to gain some control of your emotions. You just looked up at them—almost sheepishly as if you shouldn’t be.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” Eddie bent down in front of you, a hand on your knee for comfort. Steve sat down next to you, his eyebrows furrowing. 

“I-It’s stupid! It feels so…stupid.” You were much quieter by the end of it all, sniffling a little. Steve reached over to grab your hand, interlacing your fingers together. “Nothing’s stupid when it comes to you, baby.”

Eddie nodded immediately in agreement. “Cheese ball over here is right. It won’t be stupid at all. You got that?” 

Steve subtly glared at the metalhead for a moment before he pressed a long, sweet kiss onto your cheek. “I-I just, I don’t know,” you pause as a lump in your throat forms again. Eddie starts to rub circles on the top of your thigh. “You don’t have to tell us, sweet baby. We can just cuddle and watch a movie. How does that sound?”

You nodded, your voice feeling weak as tears pricked your eyes. God, you felt so goddamn stupid for getting so upset. Everything just felt as if it was crashing down on top of you, and nothing you do can control it. 

Eddie goes into the kitchen to gather some snacks and drinks. Meanwhile, Steve started to make a little pillow fort on the ground. Your eyes start to light up just a little at the thought of them being so caring for you.

“Okay, I got Skittles, Twix, and Doritos. I also brought your favorite soda, a new coke.” Eddie’s heart thumps rapidly against his chest, almost swooning. You were cuddled up against pillows and blankets that Steve had placed on the floor. Steve was to your right, an arm around your shoulders and a box of tissues in your lap.

If Eddie wasn’t so preoccupied to make you feel better, he would’ve gotten Steve’s camera out to take a picture. Eddie goes to sit to your left, handing you all the goodies. You mumble a sweet thank you, making grabby hands for your boyfriend. 

He chuckles and wraps his arm around your shoulders, like Steve. “Feeling any better, baby?” Steve nuzzles his nose to the side of your cheek, hand squeezing that of Eddie’s shoulder. You hum, munching on some of the skittles that Eddie gave you.

“I feel much better now that you guys are here.” They both smile, locking eyes with one another in celebration. You start to chew your lip, eyebrows becoming furrowed. Eddie plants a kiss on your cheek in encouragement, Steve’s eyes never leaving yours. “Today, at work, Paul asked how Steve was, and then Beth tried to correct him, saying that I was dating Eddie. Then they kept asking questions on who I was really dating and–” 

Tears sprung to your eyes again, your chest constricting from nerves. Steve’s eyebrows are furrowed in thought as Eddie’s hand goes to squeeze your knee. “I just panicked and didn’t know what to do. I felt so stupid.” 

“Oh, sweet baby, you’re not stupid at all. They’re the stupid ones. They just don’t understand that we both love you very, very much.”

Eddie looks over at Steve, but he doesn’t speak. Anger is bubbling through him as it settles deep within him. Steve couldn’t believe some people—trying to pressure you into telling you private details about your life. He pulls away for a split second, reaching over to cup your cheeks in his hands. 

“You and Eddie are the best thing that has ever happened to me. I wake up every single day with you two in my arms, and I feel…happy, I—so fucking happy after everything that’s happened. I-I can’t imagine my life without you.” Tears prick his eyes as deep passion swells his chest and spouts from his head to his toes. 

You smile—brightly and radiating as your eyes start to shine for the first time tonight. Steve presses your lips onto his, a sweet and tender kiss that makes you curl your toes. You separate the kiss to turn toward Eddie, eyes darting to his own lips for permission. Eddie gladly takes the lead and presses a soft, gentle kiss onto your lips. 

“Steve couldn’t have said it any better. Fuck those guys,” he hears you snort, “no, seriously. If they can’t get it through their thick skulls just how much we need each other, then they can fuck off.” 

You start to giggle at Eddie’s aggression, and it makes the two of them burst into a fit of giggles with you. Eddie’s heart sings loudly against his chest at your and Steve’s smile—he just can’t help it. You’re his people. You both are it for him.

They then look at you, watching your eyes droop with exhaustion. They cuddle into each of your sides, pressing a long kiss to your temple. The affection has you smiling, and an immeasurable warmth spreads across your chest. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. We’ll be right here when you wake up.”

“We love you, sweet baby.” 

“We love you so much.”

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #steddie x reader #steddie x you #steddie x y/n #eddie munson x steve harrington x reader #stranger things fluff #stranger things #stranger things imagine

[thewolvesof1998]

Tease Tidbit Tuesday

Tagged by the wonderful @watchyourbuck @giddyupbuck @spotsandsocks @wildlife4life @hoodie-buck @exhuastedpigeon @hippolotamus @wikiangela @malewifediaz @disasterbuckdiaz @daffi-990 @jamespearce9-1-1 @theotherbuckley

I thought I would take inspiration from some of my mutuals and give you a tease of multiple fics:

Alright, Cowboy, Go Get 'Em (Masterlist of posts about this fic):

Eddie sits up and wraps his right arm around Buck’s waist, using his grip to help him bounce. The closeness allows him to place kisses on Buck’s chest and lick at his salty skin and bite nipples and suck marks onto his pec. He adorns Buck with his marks until he’s a panting, whining mess, unable to anymore more than roll his hip in a desperate grind.  “Ed’s please” Buck begs “What do you need baby?”

Bank Robbery Fic (prev snippet):

“-listen to me you son of a bitch, you can ask for all you want but make sure to add a medkit because if she dies because of you, I will make your life a living hell.”  Buck’s phone slips from his hand as he turns towards the speakers where a voice he would know anywhere, even in his sleep, just came through. Eddie. Eddie is in the bank.  Buck is lunging forward before he ever makes the conscious decision to move. He feels arms grab onto his coat and then there's a body in front of him. He smells Bobby’s cologne and arms wrap around him as he collides with Bobby, halting him in his tracks.

Pirate AU (previous snippets):

“You’re new,” A deep voice says and Eddie turns to look at the man. He’s got blondish-brown hair that is curling in the humidity, a pink mark above his eyebrow and at the corner of his pale blue eyes that almost seem to shift colour like the sky before a storm. He’s got the start of a beard that frames lips as pink as his mark. They look pillow-soft and sinful and he’s wondering what they would feel like under his before he can think better of it. He’s wearing a white shirt, its loose fitting, the buttons undone to improper level and sleeves rolled up to his elbows displaying strong forearms and ink.  “What?” He asks, dragging his eyes away from the man’s arms.  The guy chuckles, “I haven’t seen you here before.” “I’m new to town,” Eddie manages to get out without embarrassing himself further.

No Nut November (previous snippets):

Buck’s been babysitting Chris a lot lately now Eddie’s been going on more and more dates with Marisol. He loves it but he does miss his best friend, if it wasn’t for work Buck’s pretty sure he’s seen Chris more than Eddie this month. If he didn’t know better he would say Eddie’s avoiding him, but he wouldn’t do that, he has no reason to. It always gets like this when they date, they see less of each other but that's completely normal. This is just the anxious voice in his head making him worry about something he doesn’t need to.

Halloween Fic (previous snippet):

“These are my favourite jeans of yours,” Buck slides his hands around and squeezes Eddie’s butt, “Your ass looks amazing in them,” He lets go and slips his hands around the front, his fingers graze against Eddie’s straining dick before going to for the button, “So I’m going to be nice and not destroy them.”  Eddie is only a little bit disappointed, would have loved to see Buck use his strength to seamlessly tear the denim but that's pushed out of his mind as Buck swiftly undoes the jeans, pulling them down, along with Eddie’s underwear, until he can easily step out of them. Buck’s hands slide up his thighs and around to squeeze Eddie’s now bare ass. Buck kneads the skin, pulling it taunt and apart until Eddie can feel cold air against his hole.

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[thatoneguydownthestreet]

Houswardens x male reader but reader is from the apocalypse: gas mask edition part 2, the electric Boogaloo

We got azul and kalim today. I was going to do Vil too but it's been a while since I started this and I just need to get it out. I'll do him and idia next time. Maybe malleus too.

Azul Ashengrotto

Leona 2.0

This man took one look at you and said no

He took one whiff of you and said fuck no

And it wasn't just the chemicals this time, no, because there was also the faintest, familiar smell of the sea....

The salty, sweet, familiar smell of his home was mixed with gun powder, plastic, and chemicals

And he hated it

What the hell are you? Why did you snell like the sea? Were you a another merman like him and the tweels?

You weren't, he'd come to find out

This did not make things better

Probably made them worse tbh

And what in hell is on your face

It looks....

unnatural. creepy. Disturbing.

....

Welp.

Time to avoid you at all costs

He doesn't really make it a secret that he doesn't want anything to do with you

And he fully expects you to take the hint and maintain about ten feet of personal space between the two of you at all times

Unfortunately for him, you either don't take the hint, or you've decided you were done with giving fucks, because you just so happen to currently be in the middle of the Monstro lounges' restaurant

....well shit

No but seriously what the fuck are you doing here?

Like, do you want to make a deal? Are you just hungry? Are you going to pull out a gun and start blasting? What.

It turned out to be the second option, but he was still pretty suspicious

You understand right? Of course you do

So, with a heap of fake confidence, he gathered his only two friends (that also doubled as bodyguards), and went out into the lobby to question both his existence and your presence

"Oh hello. I'm sorry to intrude, but what business do you have here?"

"...am I not allowed to be here"

"Oh no no no no! My apologies, I misspoke. I just mean...do you want lunch, or did you come here to strike a deal?"

"..."

"What kind of deal?"

And with that, he panics

He didn't think this far, what could you possibly want? And more importantly, what the hell could he get out of it?!

He looked towards jade

Jade didn't look back at him, and consequently missing the panic in azuls eyes

Instead, jade guides you up from your chair and towars the back

You know, where they do "business"

Azul took a sharp inhale

Can't turn back now

It's OK. He can do this.

He couldnt do this

But by god he could act like it

So calmly, and with a heart that has beating much too fast, he caught up with the tweels, looking calm and collected

And feeling the opposite

...

When he put the contract out in front of you, he was...a bit disturbed to say the least

The mask. It blocked out your face, so he couldn't see your face, or your eyes through the dark lenses

But the tilt of your head let him know that you weren't looking at the contract at all

No, you were looking at him

Oh great seven-

"Is something the matter?"

"No. Well, yes. You never answered my question. Just what kind if deal is this?"

"Well. If you would just look down, you'd see our contract-"

"No. I want to hear this from you directly"

Ah shit. Why.

In all honesty, he hadn't thought about this contract too much. Taking what little information he had about you and making an assumption

The contract was one that would change your face to anything you wanted

I mean, you must be a bit...unsightly, right?

Why else would you wear a mask?

When he told you this, you just stared at him, and he got the sudden feeling that he had made a mistake of some kind

"I'd say I'm rather decent, considering my circumstances."

"Then why, may I ask, do you wear a mask?"

"I don't know how clean the air is here. My sector was right by the ocean, so we had a lot of toxins in the air. You understand"

....

Pause

"Well i... i cant say i do. And toxins? What exactly does living right next to an ocean have to do with toxins?!"

Also sector? What the fuck does that mean?

Azul knew he was losing his cool right now, but honestly he was tempted to take your words as slander

He saw Floyd getting figitty out of the corner of his eye

Oh that wasn't good

You however, looked confused, your body language at least

What?

Azul took a deep, deep breath in

He could question your words another time

Right now, he had business

"OK. So I'll ask again. Why do you wear a mask?"

"...I'm going to assume you don't know what a gas mask is then."

No Y/N. No he doesn't

"The mask I'm wearing right now is a special one that allows me to breathe in toxic or chemical gases without dying, or become terminally I'll at least....I prefer to keep it on thankyou."

Well that explained nothing

But it also explained...everything

Ah, so the air quality were you were from is bad huh?

But how bad? You mentioned people dying, from what he assumes was simply by breathing, so it must have been...terrible

...Damn

But still, how was this because of the ocean?

How was what you were describing, because of his home?

You got up from your seat

Oh?

"I'm sorry for wasting your time, but I have no interest in being in this contract. I think I'll leave the lounge now actually. I need to find ace and duece"

Azul saw jade reach out to touch his brother's arm, stopping him from saying or doing anything too...reckless

...huh.

Azul dispelled the contract

...

Well now he had questions

What type of air do you know

And more importantly, what type of water

Kalim Al-Asim

Social cues and the concept of self preservation completely fly over this man's head

So of course he just straight up gies up to you and asks

Or at least, he tries to

Yeeeaaaahhhh no, jamils not gonna let that slide

Sorry but if kalim dies on his watch, he's the one who takes the blame and...."gets in trouble"

Kalim doesn't really know what to think about the mask

And that only fuels his curiosity, and jamils impending breakdown, that much more

Kalim shares the grand majority of his classes with jamil, so most of the time he's just stuck starring at you when he wants answers

Fortunately for him, unfortunately for everyone else, he still has a few classes without jamil there to keep him alive

Bro sees an opportunity and bro takes it

One moment your trying to do your homework before class starts and the next you're on the floor

Good thing you didn't see him coming because you were about this damn close to rocking his shit

🤏 This. Damn. Close

His smile almost made it worth the panic though

"Y/N Y/N! Can I ask a question? What's with the mask?"

"The mask? Oh. It's to breathe air"

"...huh?"

Now you have to remember, kalim has a lot of siblings, a lot of younger siblings at that, so he's a little used to people saying slightly cryptic things with full confidence that he'll understand

Which, usually, he does one way or another

This is not one of those times

"What do you mean to breathe air? The air's fine?"

"Well maybe to you. But I don't have magic"

"...uh"

You look at his confused face, and quickly begin to realize that the other people in the class, including Mr.Trein are all starring at you.

Oh yeah. You were laying on the floor with Kalim on top of you and talking about the air.

...which you had to say look remarkably clearer than what it was from your world, but then again, people here have magic.

...

Oh yeah, you're still on the floor

"Uh, Kalim. Can you maybe get off of me please?"

"Huh? Oh! Yeah!"

I'm sorry what?

What did you not having magic have to do with your ability to breathe air?

Maybe you were merfolk?

No that's not it, if you were merfolk azul wouldn't look at you like you just said the sun was a cookie

So....

Yeah he doesn't know what's going on

Kalim, being kalim, tells jamil

And Jamil, being Jamil, connects the dots for him with one simple sentence

"Maybe the air was really bad where he came from or something"

Everybody praise jamil for being both the smartest bitch on the planet and being able to make the most obvious connect for his oblivious master

No really, praise him, he deserves it

But now that he has a reasonable answer to his question, this is once again, your problem

BECAUSE THE VERY NEXT DAY

"Hey you know the air is clean right?"

"Huh?"

"The air. It's clean. You don't have to wear a mask"

"Kalim. I don't know how to explain this to you any better. I don't. Have. Magic."

"And you don't need magic!"

"Y/N! It's clean!"

"..."

Kalim brought you some of jamils food the next day

You still had your mask on, but you were a bit more figity than usual

And he noticed

____________________

Holy shit I am so glad that's finally done.

I'm going to work on a request and then I'm writing jamil smut....so uh. Look forward to that ig

#twst x male reader #twisted wonderland x male reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst #jamil viper #azul x male reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x male reader #kalim al asim #kalim al asim x male reader #jade leech #scarabia #octovinelle #twst x reader #dorm leaders #twst housewardens #well 2 of them

[shinestarhwaa]

NEW ROMANTICS || PARK SEONGHWA (PT.1)

Pt1 | Pt2 | Pt3

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Pairing: Seonghwa x Named Fem Reader

Word Count: 3.5K

Tags/warnings: Strangers to lovers AU, Readers name is Julie, Trauma concerning parents/fights/abandonment/alcohol, anxiety, starting a new life

Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @mjyungi @bratty-tingz @sugarnspice630 @stardragongalaxy @bro-atz @wisejudgedragonhairdo @mingisg00dgirl @wh0re4yunsangho @vesvosmozhno

ENJOY!

''Stupid piece of shit,'' you cursed, kicking your matte black bicycle. It seemed like everything about the world was against you and now you got a flat tire for crying out loud. Luckily you were close enough to home to walk home as it was only a few more minutes away. When you got home you threw your bike on the floor and walked into the hallway, kicking off your sneakers. Lola would probably complain about you not cleaning up right away but right now your world was crumbling down.

Lola already noticed the way you felt when she saw the look on your face. ''Bad day?'' she asked, opening her arms. You let yourself fall down on the couch and curl up into her arms. ''The worst. The pictures didn't come out the way I wanted them to, the model was a cruel bitch and I got a flat tire, like... What is up with the world today?''

Your sister gently stroked your hair to calm you down. ''Why don't you go for a swim and we'll have pasta after?'' You nodded. A swim always worked for you and it was one of the reasons you and Lola moved to this town anyways. You quickly got into your bikini and walked out of the backdoor, entering the beach. You ran towards the sea and closed you eyes, breathing in and out deeply, taking in the salty air.

It felt like home to you. After all the shit everyone's put you through you always felt safe and at home when you got into the water of the sea. You remember the way your mom and dad used to yell and the way Lola hid herself under the dining table and you locked yourself in the bathroom, the only place in the house where the door had a lock, the only place no one would bother you.

Every summer you'd beg for your parents to let you go for a swim, or to go to the beach as a family trip. Those days were the only days that truly brought you happiness. Those days were the only days they'd shut up. It became your safe place then and it stayed that way.

To you, the beach and the sea were reliable. Your parents were the opposite. After years of fighting, screaming and punching holes into the walls your father left without saying goodbye. You heard he lived somewhere in a big city across the world and rumors went on about him having a new family. You never felt the need to find out the truth though, because he was the one cutting himself out of your lives 10 years ago.

You ran your hands through your hair and felt the cold water surround your body, easing the tension. You swam for a while, just enjoying the coolness and the way you floated in the water.

''Watch out Julie! The waves are getting bigger, you should get out of the water!'' a voice suddenly called out. It was Lola. You looked around and saw dark clouds above the water. Realizing the sea would become rougher you decided it was indeed better if you got out of there. You stepped back onto the land and took Lola's hand, who was waiting for you by the shore.

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After eating the delicious pasta carbonara that Lola made you go get ready to go out. You felt a little bloated because you ate so much but how could you not? Your sister made all the effort to make you a nice meal. Lola was an amazing chef and you always told her to do something with it, but Lola's passions were elsewhere.

Lola was always caring, practically has been since birth. Even though you were the older sister she knew just how to take care of you and make you feel better. Sometimes you were sorry about not being the best sister, because you should be caring for her more often too. Because who is looking out for Lola? Therefore, you decide to go out on your own to make her happy.

It wasn't entirely voluntarily but you think Lola might kill you if you didn't go out now. You shimmied into a black dress and put on black sandals to match with it. ''Wow, aren't you a sunshine,'' your sister commented sarcastically. You rolled your eyes. ''Shut up, I need a new summer wardrobe.'' ''Still? It's June,'' she laughed, ''You look beautiful. It's good for you to go out. After what Jake and Lexie did to you... You deserve new friends, and maybe you'll even meet a guy~'' she teased. ''Lola, please,'' you grinned, ''find one for yourself.''

''Oh, I don't know, I like being free right now, I don't have plans to commit to anyone this summer. Maybe later though. We can go out together to hunt for men,'' she laughed. ''Deal.''

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The way to the Seashell bar wasn't long, but it was long enough for you to get sand in all kinds of places. You sighed as you leaned against the outside wall of the bar, shaking the sand out of your shoes. You wriggled yourself back into them and made your way into the bar. The music was loud, but the bar looked welcoming. You saw many people dancing, laughing, singing, some even kissing. A small smile played on your lips as you watched a couple feed food to each other.

You got to the bar and sat down on one of the empty stools. You ordered a 'sex on the beach' cocktail and looked around a little. A guy with dark hair sat next to you. ''This seat free?'' he asked. His darkbrown eyes shone - or twinkled, in the coloured spotlights, a smile forming on his lips.

''Well, I believe you already sat down so technically it's not free. But you can sit there, yes,'' you answered. You mentally slapped yourself for such a lame response, worried he might pick it up as offensive, but instead he laughed. It was a beautiful laugh.

You coolly wanted to take a sip of your drink but you nearly spilled it all over his thigh. ''Fuck, shit, sorry,'' you cursed. You covered your mouth with your hand and sighed. ''It's okay,'' he smiled, ''you didn't spill it. What are you drinking anyways?'' ''Oh, uhm, sex on the beach.'' His eyes grew wider before breaking out in laughter again. ''You nearly spilled 'sex on the beach' all over my lap? I would've been down, I guess. I don't know about all the sand though, it causes chafing and irritation.'' You laughed and blushed a little. ''Right, I'm sorry,'' you apologized again.

''Hey, it's fine, calm down. My name's Seonghwa. I haven't seen you here before, are you new?'' You nodded. ''Yeah, I'm fairly new to town, just moved here with my sister. I'm Julie,'' you introduced yourself, shaking his hand. ''Nice to meet you Julie. Where are you from originally?'' ''Oh, I'm from the other side of the country, small village, you would not know it. I moved here like a month ago so I'm still exploring it all here.''

Seonghwa nodded and smiled. ''Well I'd love to show you around and show you all the good places to go out, or the good restaurants? I don't know what you're into. Except for sex on the beach.'' He laughed again. He seemed like a really happy, sweet and content guy. 'What must that be like?' You thought to yourself.

''I do like the cocktail yes, it's far less disappointing than the actual thing. But uhm, I am a photographer so I need to find places that are good for shooting pics... I do nature and portraits mostly but I would also like to dabble in stuff for fashion... And I love spending time at the beach and in the water,'' you told him. You took a few sips from the cocktail, the fruity sweetness feeling like a reward after a sucky day like this. ''Well, I'm your man,'' he grinned, ''I grew up here! You should come with me for a tour through this town.''

You had a weird feeling about Seonghwa. Nothing bad, but there was a tingle you couldn't recognize. You smiled and nodded, agreeing with his offer. Lola told you to get out of your comfort zone, be it with friends, lovers or even complimenting a stranger. Why not go around the city with a guy you just met. What could possibly go wrong?

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The answer is: absolutely nothing. You found Seonghwa to be a delight to be around. He told you everything about the city and showed you beautiful places to take pictures and you snapped some shots with your camera so you'd remember what it looked like. It could come in handy for later.

You had spend the entire day with him and when you laid in bed at night you couldn't get it out of your head, although you weren't sure why. Suddenly your phone beeped and you checked your message.

Seonghwa: Hey, I had a great time today :) Hope to see you again soon!!

You smiled widely, feeling happy and grateful that he enjoyed it too. Tears welled up in your eyes and you held your phone close to your chest as you took a deep breath. Someone liked you and wanted to hang out with you. You made a new friend. It was hard to see the positive things sometimes but Lola taught you to look at your goals and progress. You met someone new, you made a friend, and that is a good thing.

The next morning you were back in the park that Seonghwa took you to yesterday. You put on a flowery dress to fit into the scene because you were planning to shoot a few self-portraits too, because no matter how much you hated them you really were in need of recent pictures of yourself for your website, socials and artistic portfolio.

You were busy cleaning your lens when you suddenly felt something soft hit your ankle. ''Huh?'' You looked down and saw the fluffiest dog you had seen in your life, picking up the orange ball that had rolled your way. ''Peaches, baby, come here, let's not bother strangers. Peaaaches, listen to mama!'' The dog, assumably called Peaches barked and ran back to the woman running your way.

She seemed to be around your age and her dark curls bounced up and down as she ran downhill. ''Good boy,'' she chanted as Peaches gave her the ball he carried in his mouth. ''Sorry about him, he gets a little excited sometimes,'' the lady excused herself. ''Oh that's okay! I was only cleaning my lens, I wasn't taking a picture,'' you said with a smile.

''Ooh, that's a cool camera, you're a photographer?'' ''I am, have been for two years,'' you nodded. You hesitated a little but decided to ask anyways. ''I'm Juliette Taylor but most people call me Julie, could I maybe take a few pics of you and your dog? You two look so cute together!'' The woman seemed pleasantly surprised. ''Oh my gosh, thank you! I made an effort for my outfit today,'' she grinned, ''I'm going on a coffeedate with friends later. But yeah, sure! You can take pictures of us! I'm Mona by the way.''

Mona shook your hand and discussed the type of vibe you wanted to create in your pictures. You smiled as you watched her play with Peaches. The pictures turned out really well and you promised to send them to Mona when you edited them. She was about to take off again but she suddenly stopped in her tracks.

''Julie?''

You looked up and nodded, ''Yes?'' ''Would you like to come with me? You just told me you're new and all that and maybe it would be nice to meet some people from around here... It's just gonna be me and two other friends and I'm sure they'd love to meet you. Wanna tag along?'' ''N-Now..?'' You felt anxiety rise up but you remembered Lola's words. You had to get out of your comfort zone sometimes, you had to go out to start over.

''Yeah... Yeah I'd like that,'' you said. You packed your stuff back into your bag and walked with Mona. ''What's your story, Julie?'' Mona asked. You sighed and grinned a bit. ''It's a long story and a dramatic one. So the short version is I just moved here with my younger sister to start a new life.'' Mona nodded and smiled. ''Well a new life means a lot of new opportunities, right? Sounds like fun, starting over.'' You just smiled, knowing she meant well but there was nothing fun about starting over for you. But it was necessary.

Soon enough you reached the coffeeshop where Mona's friends were seated. The blonde girl waved you over, ''Mona, we're seated over here!'' ''Hi girls, I hope you don't mind but I just met a new friend! This is Julie, she is new in town so I figured I'd bring her! Julie, this is Mimi and that is Priya!''

You greeted the two other girls and sat next to Mona, across from Priya. ''Nice to meet you,'' she said kindly. Her style was classy but cool and she seemed like a real business lady. Her big brown eyes looked kind, wise and reassuring and you immediately felt comfortable at the table. Mimi, the blonde, was excited and bubbly, almost immediately asking all about your life.

Without any problem they adopted you into their little friendgroup - of course including Peaches too. You learned that the three of them grew up in the area and they went to school together. You loved how their different cultures brought them closer, they seemed to be so involved with and curious about one another and they listened carefully to your every word.

'''So, Julie, do you have a boyfriend or a girlfriend?'' Mimi asked, looking at you intently as she giggled and wiggled her eyebrows. You smiled softly and shook your head. ''I don't have a relationship but...'' ''Ooh, there's a but!'' Priya pointed out. ''Buuut... I did meet someone this week, this guy, his name is Seonghwa and we met in a bar and we hung out a whole day... We're not dating but I cannot say I... would not date him...?''

''Ooh, is he cute? Hot? Handsome? Tall?'' Mona asked. ''Oh he is all those things. But I doubt he'd like me romantically. Although...'' ''Ooh, there is an although!'' Priya pointed out yet again, making the other girls laugh. ''Althouuughhh... He did make a few sexy jokes because I was drinking a sex on the beach and I nearly dropped it all over his pants.'' ''Well, considering he is a guy and you're pretty hot, I am sure he's down for it, why not go for it?'' Mona asked. ''Nooo,'' you said, shaking your head. ''Oh come on, Julie~ You should totally try it, why not go for it?''

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''Hi Julie, this is Seonghwa!'' ''Oh, hi there, how have you been?'' Wow, could you be any less enthusiastic? ''I've been good! So uhm, I was wondering if you're free tomorrow.'' ''Tomorrow? Yeah, I'm free, why?'' You could feel your heart beating loudly in your throat. ''Because I'd like to spend time with you, ofcourse. Any way, see you at three in the park?'' ''Yes, see you at thre-'' Beep. Beep. Beep.

Seonghwa must have been in a rush because he hung up the phone quickly. He also had sounded shaky and nervous, you noticed now. You wondered why, but tried to shake off the thought. You decided not to tell Lola about this one because she might get too excited over it and you didn't know if this was a romantic thing or not.

You did send a message to your new friend. They already put you in their little groupchat yesterday and they were talking all the time. You were happy to have found them because they were so great, supportive and fun to talk with. They immediately texted back about how excited they were for you.

The next day you had spent the entire day picking the perfect outfit, eventually deciding on a white summer dress and cute sneakers to go with it. When you arrived at the park you could already see him from afar sitting on a plaid, dressed in a blue button up shirt and white jeans. His smile was bright and his eyes twinkled again, this time in the sunlight. You waved and walked up to him.

''Hi, Seonghwa,'' you smiled as you sat beside him. '''Hey there, beautiful.'' He made you blush already, not even a minute in. Maybe this was a date after all? ''I don't know if you're on a diet or have allergies so I made a bunch of stuff so you'd have something to eat and drink,'' he said, showing off all the food and drinks he brought along, including vegetarian, vegan and even glutenfree snacks. You felt a stinging pain in your chest when you watched him talk about the food. You didn't know people could be so thoughtful and kind, you barely knew him and he was already going all out for you. You didn't deserve that, you thought.

The entire afternoon you ate, drank and talked, about your job, your sister and you also learned he's a primary school teacher at the school close to your house. He spoke passionately about his work and his friends. You sighed a little, feeling so small suddenly. It wasn't that he was doing or saying anything wrong. He was being amazing. But he reminded you that he's everything you're not.

He is bubbly while you get sad often. He is full of passion while you lost yours. His face contains beauty you never knew before. He was everything you wanted to be. It made you choke up a little, so you chose to only smile and nodd until you felt the heartache die down again.

''You're distracted,'' he notices. ''Right sorry,'' you nodded and apologized. ''It's okay, focus on me,'' he says, gently taking your hand. You looked him deep in his eyes and felt something spark inside your body. Seonghwa pulled you closer and pressed his lips against yours. Your body tensed up. Everything was moving so fast, so fast because you weren't sure why he was kissing you. Why was he kissing you? You met a few days ago and now he's kissing you? So many worries and thoughts flooded your brain but when Seonghwa deepened the kiss and held you close to his chest every single thought seemed to disappear.

You went blank and could only focus of the sensation of Seonghwa's lips and the tingling feeling inside your abdomen. When he ended the kiss he smiled widely and he held you as he kept talking to you for the rest of the afternoon. It was definitely a date.

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''Lola, Lola please listen to me, he kissed me. He kissed me! He barely knows me. He doesn't know I am fucked up yet! I'm a mess and I'm a sad little bitch and he doesn't know it yet. Shouldn't he deserve to know that? What the hell do I do now?''

You were panicking, yelling into the speaker of your phone while your sister tried to shush you and calm you down. ''Okay, he kissed you and it felt good, tell me again why that is a big problem?'' ''Because good things are never good Lola! Everyone hurt me, everyone left me behind. I was so, so sure I was having a good relationship last year too but then he cheated on me with my best friend so what do I fucking know? And dad left, and mom's in rehab and you are like the only person I have left to keep me sane but I am damaged, Lola, I'm a mess!''

''Jeez, Julie. Calm your tits. If only you went to get help for your mental health like I told you to you wouldn't freak out so much. Just because you were hurt earlier doesn't mean Seonghwa will hurt you. And the kiss was good, right? You felt good? You felt sparkles? Well, give it a try then!''

''But... But what if I mess it up again?'' ''Darling, you were never the one messing stuff up. Everything happened to you. But do not let it hold you back any longer. Seize this opportunity, Julie, seize it. Go for it. Go out there. Make mistakes, because that's part of life but don't let the good moments in life scare you anymore. Dare to love. Dare to fall in love. It will be good to you, I promise. Maybe he is not the one, sure, but give it a shot. Give him a chance to be your romeo. Because Juliette does not need him, but she has a hell of a lot more fun with him.''

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[nerdestiwrites]

Tales of the Shadow (Hazbin Hotel Pirate AU)

The taste of salt wasn’t something that Charlie would ever be able to get out of her mouth it seemed, even after being on land for a few days after making port. Everything had a salty taste to it, bread, meat, ale, or whatever was being passed off as ale in the small fishing port. It either was that she’d forever have the salt of the sea in her mouth for the rest of time or that salt was the only seasoning that the people of the port knew how to use. Perhaps it was a mixture of both or perhaps it was all in her head. Either way, she’d learn to live with it, and hope that the next time they docked somewhere would prove it one way or another. 

Walking had gotten easier, she hadn’t fallen since the first day off the ship, even with her boots getting stuck in the muddy streets and nearly getting ripped off twice now. She’d only had to grab onto Vaggie twice for support, and once did Vaggie have to push her out of the way from a carriage nearly running her over. 

It had been a better day, the best out of the three that they’d spent docked. No one had tried to rob them or proposition them in any way, and most even stopped cursing them out when Charlie would try to talk to them. She couldn’t say it was all luck or the locals starting to like the two of them, a lot of it was thanks to Vaggie. She’d stopped the would-be thieves the first day, and on Charlie's behalf, only took a finger from each to teach them each a lesson. Vaggie would’ve preferred killing them but Charlie reminded her that wasn’t what they were there for. They needed people to want to come with them.

Charlie stopped in front of a tavern that they hadn’t ventured into yet and peered inside. The door was open, or rather, hanging off one of the hinges and the activity of the day had left the piece of wood pushed aside for easy in-and-out access to the place. Laughter, shouting, a crash of glass, and another loud shout covered the music playing from the poor bard on the lute in the corner. A bottle flew past her head and out into the street. It was as good of a place to find a crew as any. 

She stepped inside, took in a deep breath, and immediately made a face at the smell of the place, nearly doubled over. How it smelt a million times worse inside the building, just over the threshold of the doorway, she wasn’t entirely sure, but the smell was pungent. Vaggie took a step in after and placed a hand on her back, giving a warm half smile, “You okay?” She asked.

Charlie nodded, forced a smile as she attempted to breathe as little as possible while inside the tavern, and stood straight again. She adjusted the hat on her head and cleared her throat. “Right, should we split up again? That sorta worked yesterday. We at least got people to talk with us-”

“Absolutely no more splitting up in places like these. Did you forget how yesterday ended?” Vaggie interrupted as she led the others toward the bar. Best to get a drink before they start harassing the customers of the establishment. She was hoping they wouldn’t get kicked out, again, like they had been from every other tavern in the small fishing village. Vaggie was honestly surprised there were so many, and that they didn’t talk amongst one another and just had her and Charlie's faces plastered outside yet with a DO NOT SERVE written on top of the paper.

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad! The guy seemed like he genuinely wanted to join!” Charlie sighed, the optimism still shining through. This had to work, they needed a crew willing to go on this journey with them. Surely there’d be people who wanted to. 

Vaggie laughed at that and shook her head as she handed a mug of ale over to the blonde and placed a few silver pieces down on the bartop for the barkeep. She sipped the liquid, it was a poor attempt at ale, but it’d do the intended purpose of getting one drunk. “I keep telling you, the promise of treasure is much more enticing than just the promise of adventure.”

Charlie looked into the mug, spun the contents of it around slightly, and sipped it. She gagged at the taste and the mug was placed down on the bar as she shook her head. “But I don’t know if there will be treasure. It’s- We’re- I don’t want to lie!”

“It’s not lying per se, it's avoiding the unknown truth! There could be treasure.” She pointed out as she let a smile on her face at the other's reaction to the taste of the drink, “Besides, who knows how long it’ll actually take to find it? There’s bound to be some sort of gain between now and then.”

“Well, I guess that’s true.” Charlie huffed once. Then she felt a pat on her shoulder that caused her to look up at the other woman and she smiled, nodding once. “Okay, I guess we’ll try it that way… and if we don’t find any treasure along the way, it’s not like they’re not gonna get paid. I do want it to be worth their efforts.”

Vaggie gave another pat to the other's shoulder and nodded, downing the rest of her glass and grabbing onto the full one that had been placed down, replacing it with the now empty mug. “Right, well, if we don’t find anyone in this fishing town, there’s another one three days down the coast. After that, we’ll have to turn around and head north and try there.”

Charlie looked over at the patrons of the tavern, eyes scouring to try and find someone, anyone who she might get to join their crew. While she and Vaggie could sail the ship up and down the coastline easily, as long as the weather permitted, anything out on the open ocean needed a full crew. Even if the person didn’t know how to sail, they could teach them. Just extra hands.

“Or we could always tell them what it is you’re actually looking for.” Vaggie offered and that earned her a gentle hit against her arm, causing some of the ale to splash out of the mug and onto the wooden floor below, adding to the already sticky layer.

Charlie leaned back against the bar and ran both hands over her face. “I’m pretty sure that would mean fewer people would want to join our crew Vaggie! We can’t just tell them that we’re searching for the Shadow ship! Most people think that it’s just a myth and those who don’t are terrified of it.”

“Yeah, but it’s not a myth. Your dad went missing years ago searching for it?” The mug of ale was placed down and instead, Vaggie grabbed onto Charlie's hands and pulled them from the blonde's face, squeezing them. “And you say you’re certain he’s still out there somewhere. Some people just want to be known as the person to find it. Some might believe the myth of whoever finds the Shadow ship becomes the captain of the Shadow itself.. That’s plenty enough to entice some people.”

Charlie stared into Vaggies eye as she took in a deep breath to help ground herself, squeezing both of the other woman's hands. She opened her mouth to say something but a different voice cut her off. 

“I do apologize but I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation just now.” A tall man stood in front of the two women, and Charlie couldn’t remember seeing him inside the tavern or how he approached without either one of them noticing. “But, the topic of the Shadow ship has been an interest of mine for quite some time.”

The man was well dressed, especially for the place they all stood in. Vaggie was immediately suspicious of him, her hands let go of Charlie and one rested on the hilt of her sword, lax but ready to react in an instant if needed. The ears on top of his head flicked once, almost in response to her actions, which caused her to stand straighter as well. 

Charlie, on the other hand, didn’t seem to notice either action and she stood up off the bar with a newfound excitement in her eyes. “Yes! We’ve been trying to get a crew together to go after it, find it!”

As Vaggie stared at and studied the man in front of them, the more she began to recognize him. She placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder gently to try and lead her back and away, to get her to leave the tavern entirely if possible, as her other hand now tightened on the hilt of her sword. Charlie didn’t take the hint and instead took a step forward, putting her own hand out for the man to shake. “I’m Charlie, this is Vaggie, my sailing master and first mate!”

“Alastor, a pleasure to meet the both of you.” He took Charlie's hand into his own, brought it up to his lips, and pressed a polite kiss to her knuckles.

Charlie smiled at the action and once her hand was released, she grabbed onto Vaggies, pulling it away from the hilt of her sword. Alastor kept his gaze at both their faces, both hands returning to the top of the cane as he nodded and spoke up once more. “If you have the space for three, I have two…friends… that would be joining me if you would have us.”

“Yes! Of course, we do!” The blonde said immediately, much to Vaggies dismay. 

Alastors smile widened, “Brilliant! I promise that all of us will be a great deal of help on the ship, Niffty will ensure no rodents or vermin of the like survive past the first day of sailing, and Husker is a rather fine bartender and is a rather grand navigator.”

“Charlie I really think-” Vaggie started but was interrupted by the blonde.

“Okay! We were planning on leaving in two days. Tomorrow I can give you a tour of the ship, we can get all of your stuff moved onto the ship and figure out a real plan on where we’ll be heading next!” 

Alastor nodded as he bowed slightly. “We’ll meet tomorrow then, at noon?” He suggested. 

Charlie nodded. “Noon is perfect.”

With just as quickly and silently as the tall man had arrived, he left without another word. Vaggie let out a breath she didn’t know she had been holding the entire time and grabbed onto both of Charlie's arms, turning the blonde to face her. Charlie’s lips turned upwards into a wide smile, she jumped up and down a few times as she grabbed onto Vaggies shoulders to try and keep herself from freaking out too much. “Someone actually wanted to join us!”

Vaggie watched her jump. She didn’t want to ruin the excitement that the blonde held and didn’t want to cause the other to worry but she was concerned about the new crew members that Charlie had just hired on.

“You do know who that was, right Charlie?” She asked.

That caused Charlie to have a look of confusion cross her face and she shook her head. “No? Who was that?”

“That was Alastor Altruist, one of the most feared Pirate Lords.” Vaggies voice lowered to a whisper, careful not to let anyone around them hear her words.

It was like the air was ripped from the building and like everything had gone silent. “Oh.”

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The sun shined down and waves gently crashed against the ship's hull. Despite the nice weather and clear skies, the air was thick with nervousness and anxiety. Charlie couldn’t exactly go back on her invitation to the pirate lord Alastor onto her ship, on the adventure. They needed to help, and if he knew as much as he said he knew about the Shadow ship, then his help would greatly improve their chances of actually finding it. Vaggie had promised that if he even seemed like he had any ulterior motives she’d kill him, that was the only way he’d be allowed on the ship, so Charlie agreed to it.

The fishing village had long since started its day, a new ship had arrived with different supplies and trading goods and was already being filled with new cargo to be traded with wherever it made port next. Fishermen had been out and back twice already in search, hauling back different quantities of fish with varying qualities. 

Charlie paced back and forth on the ship, her hat on top of her head and she took in a few breaths. It was going to be fine. Alastor the pirate lord hadn’t been heard from in years, everyone had assumed he had died, his ship sunk, and that was the end of it. Yet there he had been, asking for a spot on her ship. This meant that he was missing his ship somehow, so something must’ve happened. Was he going to try and steal her ship? Once they were out on the open sea, was he going to cause a mutiny, throw her and Vaggie overboard? He hadn’t given that impression but she had been just excited that anyone was interested in joining.

That was why she was always so thankful that Vaggie was by her side. Without her, Charlie was certain she would’ve gotten into infinitely more trouble and misunderstandings that she wasn’t entirely sure she’d be able to get out of. As she thought of the conversation from last night, she now could see that Vaggie had tried doing the same there as well but Charlie hadn’t listened or paid any attention to it. Now they needed to deal with the subsequent outcome, whether that be good or bad.

Focusing on the good, Alastar truly was interested in the Ship as well, and truly just wanted to help her find it. He might not understand that the only reason she was after the ship was because of her father, but still, he had offered not only his help but the help of two more people as well. He was allowed to have his own interests in the Ship, two people with a common interest could get a lot done.

Now with the man being not only just a pirate but a pirate lord could hold problems on its own. Especially if they ran into the Royal Navy. Her father hadn’t been the Crown's most favorite person, though he never told her why, and he had always been on the run from the Royal Navy himself until he settled down on the small island she grew up on. Luckily for her, no one knew who she was, just someone interested in the ocean myths, searching for her father. No ties to the navy or pirates alike, or at least, she didn’t have ties. With Alastor joining her crew, ties were created. Perhaps if they ran into the royal navy she could convince them that he had turned over a new leaf, that he was no longer a pirate. Wishful thinking.

If they ran into other pirates, Alastors' reputation might be helpful. He would know what to say to make them not attack or to leave them alone. Or they might see him and just decide not to mess with them entirely, which would be the preferred option. The actual preferred option would be not running into any pirates and being left alone entirely while on the adventure but she doubted that would be the case. They needed to be prepared for any and all scenarios possible. 

Which was why Vaggie had insisted on having weapons on board, for protection against pirates and the navy alike, just in case she had said. Cannons, guns, gunpowder, swords, and knives alike. Charlie had been practicing her sword fighting with Vaggie every morning for an hour before they went on with their day and she was getting pretty good if she had been honest with herself. That or Vaggie was going easy on her.

“Heya toots!” A voice called out over the crash of waves that caught Charlie out of her thoughts and she stopped pacing. She looked out to the docks and noticed someone she didn’t recognize standing there waiting to be granted access to the ship. “Heard you were lookin for some hands, lucky for you I got four and I’m really good at usin ‘em!”

Charlie blinked a few times and watched as the man held up his four arms and flashed a toothy grin, the sun glinting off a golden tooth. She immediately smiled back and waved at him to board the ship. “You want to join my crew?”

“Been lookin for a way out of this small village for a while!” He walked up the board onto the deck and stuck one of his arms out for the blonde to shake. “I’m Angel, nice to meetcha!”

“Charlie! Nice to meet you!” She shook his hand with enthusiasm and nodded. “You’re just in time, we’re leaving tomorrow morning!”

“Sooner the better,” Angel said as he looked around the ship, his lower set of arms and hands rested on his hips. As he looked out over the small fishing village, he cleared his throat and pointed down at the docks, “Know them?”

Charlie looked back down at the docks and smiled brighter as she saw Alastor standing there with a catman standing on his left and a much smaller woman with one eye standing on his right. “Alastor! Welcome aboard!”

Alastor walked up onto the ship first followed by the two others. None of them seemed to be carrying any bags or personal items at all and Charlie wondered if Alastor had changed his mind. Showing up might have been just a polite thing to do, to tell her in person that he had changed his mind and the three of them wouldn’t be joining. It wouldn’t be the best news but Vaggie would feel relief and at least they had one person joining it seemed.

She felt nervous, more so now that there was a practical stranger standing on the deck as well. Would Angel recognize Alastor? Would he care that Alastor was a pirate? Would he change his mind about joining? “Charlie, this is Husker and Niffty, the friends I was telling you about last night.” Alastor introduced them. 

Niffty smiled brightly up at Charlie and stepped forward, studying her closely before her eyes began scouring the deck for any movement. Husk grunted once as he lifted a bottle up to his lips, taking a sip from it as he fluffed his wings out a bit. It was clear he wasn’t a fan of the bright sunny day as one of his wings extended slightly to try and block the sun rays from his face. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both!” She said before stepping to the side and allowing more access onto the deck of the ship. She motioned for Angel to take a step forward and gave an encouraging smile. “This is Angel, he said he’s interested in joining us as well! Angel, this is Alastor, Niffty, and Husker!”

Alastor looked over at the stranger, the smile never leaving his face as he looked the other over once before nodding. “Pleasure to meet you as well, I am happy to hear that this little crew is growing. By the end of the week the ship will be filled to the brim I am sure. Shall we begin the tour of the ship?”

#hazbin fanfic #alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fandom #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #charlie morningstar #hazbin hotel adam #vaggie #chaggie #charlie x vaggie #vaggie hazbin hotel #charlie hazbin hotel #hazbin angel dust #angel dust #husker hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel husk #huskerdust #hazbin husk #angel dust x husk #niffty #pirate au #au #alternate universe #hazbin hotel velvette #hazbin lucifer #hazbinhotel #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel au #no beta we die like sir pentious

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

What if the Muppet guys... were Muppeteers? 🤔

Dialogue taken from the Who's On First skit.

Archeops is a live-hand puppet. Emmet operates the head and right hand, while Ingo controls the left hand. Normally it's the right hand that is controlled by a different puppeteer but Emmet is left-handed so they are doing it this way round.

Archeops is a himbo type character. He is gullible, eager to help and frequently comedically misunderstands what other characters want from him.

Emolga is a Fozzie bear-esqe character who tells bad puns. She often has grand plans that are poorly thought out and never work. She is frequently paired up with Archeops in B plots, where she fails her way through her latest idea while Archeops helpfully makes things worse.

Emolga is a rod puppet. There have been two versions of the Emolga puppet made. The second version has movable eyelids and is generally better quality. The old one still occasionally appears in skits as her slightly lopsided twin sister.

Elesa voices both of them, but Skyla or one of the twins has to puppet the "ugly twin" whenever both are in the same shot.

This has led to many jokes and light-hearted arguments as to whether Ingo or Emmet is the ugly twin. ("Ingo must be the ugly twin. He does not blink."/"Still salty about losing the staring contest, I see.") Skyla takes over just so they will stop.

Skyla mostly works backstage, running the lights. She occasionally helps out in other ways, but mostly she does the lights.

Skyla does have some characters, most notably Swanna, whose reoccurring gag is that she looks elegant and sophisticated but then she does something stupid like eating a tire to the tune of Flight Of The Bumblebee.

Elesa still does model work alongside puppeting. This comes as a suprise to her model fans and vice versa.

However, Elesa has started to lean more towards puppeteering as she gets older. She started out just popping into the workshop during her free time to lend her friends a hand, but these days it's her main job, with modeling becoming more of a side gig.

Ingo and Emmet are more behind the scenes guys than performers. They make the puppets. They really like anamatronics, but the show normally doesn't have the budget for that.

Emmet keeps building Joltik puppets. Everyone keeps telling him to please stop because they already have more than enough. But they are small, cheap, easy to make, and most importantly Emmet finds them delightful. So he keeps making more. He likes to hide them around the set.

The joltiks' appearance has changed over the years as Emmet has gotten better at making puppets. The earliest versions were just pom-poms with googly eyes stuck on.

The twins have gotten more involved with performing as time goes by. Ingo is more camera shy than Emmet is, and he usually sticks to "left handing" for Emmet.

Ingo also plays similar support roles for other performers. He puppets Chandlure, while Shauntal (script writer) voices her. He is the right claw of Clay's Excadrill. He also helps with Drayden's dragon puppets, many of which are huge and require 2 or more people to operate.

Haxorus was initially Drayden's character. But after an injury he was unable to operate Haxorus (a full-body walk around suit). The initial plan was for Ingo to wear the suit and have Drayden dub him in post. However, everyone thought Ingo did such a good job (including Drayden) that they kept his voice lines in and had Ingo keep playing Haxorus even after Drayden got better.

Part of the reason Drayden was okay with this is becuse Haxorus was too similar to his other characters and didn't really stand out: a serious and sarcastic 'straight man' for the other characters to bounce off of, generally fed-up with the rest of the cast's nonsense. Ingo brought some much needed bombasity to the role. Now Haxorus comedicly overreacts to being bothered by the other characters, often in violent ways that result in an earthquake (camera shakes and performers toss their puppets up in the air, higgledy-piggledy).

The other reason was that Drayden liked seeing his nephew being more confident on camera.

Ingo does not get a mic. He shouts through the suit. He's just that powerful. Also he broke the last one.

Ingo also voices and puppets Gliscor. Gliscor was a henchman to a minor antagonist, but he wasn't very good at it - cheering on the heros that came to stop him (he didn't want to be rude). Gliscor was a break out character - becoming a reoccurring presence becuse the fans liked him.

Emmet controls Gliscor's right claw.

#submas #subway boss ingo #subway boss emmet #Elesa #Emolga #Archeops #my art #Muppeteers AU #Nimbassa Trio

[cuckoo-on-a-string]

Superstition Teaser

(Chapter One Now Live HERE! Thank you <3)

They said women of her kind should never touch the sea before falling in love, that they’d lose their hearts to the waves. A forfeit to destiny or some such shit.

It was an old wives’ tale. A superstition.

But as the car careened towards the edge of the pier, rocketing over splintered wood without a hope of stopping before it hit the water, she kinda wondered if it was true. Just a little bit. The idea popped into her head like a bubble in a fountain drink, random association as her brain fizzled through shock. Pain. Panic.

A bullet caught the driver’s side window, and it exploded in a rain of glass. Flinching away with closed eyes, she instinctively threw an arm across the wheezing, blue-skinned child in the passenger seat. The wheel jerked with the motion, and the car went over the side of the pier.

Freefall stole her belly, her sense of time, her understanding of gravity.

She had a suspended moment of clarity to reflect on her life choices, on her chances of surviving all this. In summary: she was an idiot, she missed her brothers, and she would not be seeing this adventure to its end.

None of it mattered. She had to escape, and she wasn’t about to leave the little girl with her big, terrified eyes floating in the tank beside her cell. Fuck that. The car, the pursuit, and the bullets were probably inevitable, anyway. At least she’d get the kid back somewhere she could breathe.

One of them would make it out alive.

And she’d rather bleed out from the bullet she’d caught than end her days in that cage. Or under a curious surgeon’s knife.

Better to give the ocean her heart.

They hit the water, and all was pain again. Saltwater gushed through the broken window, and the waterline climbed up the windshield much faster than she’d anticipated. But the kid looked better already. Less blue where the water swallowed her legs and chest.

Unlocking the girl’s seatbelt, she grabbed her by the arm, dragged her across her lap, and started stuffing her out the window. Hopefully she wouldn’t cut herself on the glass, but she needed to be out of the vehicle and on her way out to sea before the men with guns left their cars and started spraying the water.

“Go. Go on.” The water lapped up to kiss her chin, and ominous bubbles billowed from under the hood. She only had a few more good breaths before the car went under. “Get out of here, go.”

The kid reached through the window, pulling her arm, like she could return the favor. Scrambling to unlock her own seatbelt, she shook her head, trying to push the girl away. “I’m fine! Go!”

But as she tried to work the seatbelt free, she realized with dawning horror that the button wasn’t working. The mechanism must’ve jammed in the crash. She was anchored to her seat, and it was sinking fast.

“Fuck.”

She tipped her head back, neck straining as the surface moved up, and up, and over her face. Salt burned her eyes, and she barely saw anything beyond vague shapes in the dark water. The only light came from the full moon, and that was dwindling fast as gravity pulled her deeper. She ran her hands over the console, along the side of her seat, and along the edge of the window, looking for a shard large enough to cut herself free. But the window had shattered into diamond-sized fragments. Nothing big enough to save her.

The pressure roared in her ears, the ache bad enough to draw tears – not that she or anyone else could recognize them in this salty hell.

By the time car settled on the seafloor, about a dozen yards below the surface, she could see a faint cloud of red leaking from her side, and her brother’s taunting voice rang in her memory. “Don’t go swimming with a papercut or the water will get in, and it will get infected, and you will die.”

Well. This was no papercut, and she probably wouldn’t live long enough to get an infection, but she probably would die.

Wouldn’t he be so pleased to have been right?

She wanted him. She wanted all of her brothers. If any of the bastards shook her awake and laughed at her for being a big baby crying in her sleep she’d hug them, thank them, and never run off alone again. Or. She’d at least try. She’d really, really try.

She’d do anything.

Danu.

She didn’t want to die alone.

Thrashing in her seat, pinned as the burn in her lungs turned into frantic spasms, she clawed at the safety belt poised to end her life. Her chest was on fire. Her head felt like it might explode. How long before she broke? Before she had to breathe anything at all, even water?

Little hands clamped around her wrist, tugging.

And the damn fish kid still hadn’t left.

Fucking fuck.

The child was trying to say something. Her voice carried through the water, but she didn’t recognize the language, and it wasn’t like she could answer. Bubbles crept out her nose and she gestured out, away, towards deep water where the kid could escape their pursuers.

Shadows interrupted the moonbeams dancing over the wreck.

Gunfire, muted by the water, just barely cut through the thump of her heartbeat in her ears.

Another good tug on the seatbelt. Nothing.

And then...

She didn’t mean to open her mouth.

But she did. And the last of her air rose to stick on the roof of the sunken car in uneven bubbles. Her diaphragm jerked, inviting the sea into her lungs. It didn’t feel like water. It coursed through her like lava, an alien pressure with the soothing touch of an electrical burn.

Every limb took on a life of its own, a last ditch animal reaction to scramble for oxygen. A slow-motion blur of terror and agony as her brain shut down.

The last thing she felt was the seat belt’s sudden release, weightlessness, and hands on her shoulders.

Hands much too large to be a child’s.

Don't worry, regulars, Hello, Mr. Monster is next on the docket.

If you all can wait, like, a week and a half, I will be spending a week on the ocean, will have lots of writing time, and ample motivation to spin this into a splendorous fic.

Let me know if this is something you'd like more of, and your Cuckoo will provide. Ta, dears!

#namor x reader #namor x oc #namor x ofc

[randomperson3736]

Visit my dreams

Paring(s): Evan "Buck" Buckley x reader

Genre: Sad

Warning(s): Mention of dead love one

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Summary: When the ladder truck tripped over, Buck not only got crashed but he also lost the most precious thing in his life.

Notes: I just finished watching season 6 of 911 and omg I have not stopped crying 😭 like they seriously need to give buck a break.

(Listen to this while reading)☝️☝️☝️

Buck couldn't stand it, he couldn't stay there for longer than 3 seconds.

"Hm? I think Buck would stay the longest at my grave"

He recalled, that moment cutting through his heart as it always does for whenever he's reminded that you'd expected him to stay the longest, when in reality he can't, it pains him. The smile you had as you said those words, you looked almost grateful about the conclusion you had.

Though he finds himself inside the jeep, looking outside the window. Avoiding the direction of you, the direction he dreaded. You weren't there, he hadn't accepted it. Parts of him never will, how could he? The love of his life is now underground, how could one achieve acceptance?

You were his whole world.

With you he was somebody, he had a purpose to live. A reason, a will, a lover.

Now that you're gone it's as if he's yet again pulled into the hole, where his voices controlled him. Where he can't sleep peacefully as he's gotten used to burying his head at the back of your head, cold. It felt cold and lonely.

But he can't run away from you forever, he's hurting, yes, but you'd be disappointed to see him in this state. He knew he needed you still, he needed it hold on longer, with every pit of strength he had left.

So, he pushed the car door open, striding terribly slow towards the direction of your grave– a place he refused to accept as your new home, because it wasn't. Your home was with him, in his arms. Not six feet under, under all that filth.

"It's been a long time huh?" He spoke, bitterly, standing in front of your grave. As he read again, your credentials, the details. He hated it.

"It's hard, Y/N, harder than before."

"Right now, It's hard to even breathe." He chuckled, "I don't know how I did it, you know? Be who I was before I met you."

"After– after the accident, life's been awfully quiet. Even at the fire house. Everyone's been quiet and more distant after you... left. I guess their just missing you just as much as I am." Buck took a deep breath before continuing. "I simply just hate having to wake up in our bed and be reminded that's your gone. It hurts Y/N."

Buck stared blankly at your grave as tears started to form at the corners of his eyes. He tried to keep them in but his emotions got the better of him. "If you're hearing me, can you... I don't know, visit my dreams?" His voice cracked as warm, salty tears rolled down his cheeks.

"I've called your phone, multiple times actully." He looked down, fiddling with his fingers. "Just to hear you, just to hear the voicemail."

"I know I didn't lose you, you're still here with me right? Our memories are here– if I choose to be petty I'd say I don't want the memories but saying that won't bring you back," he looked down at the flowers that people have brought to your grave. Buck tried to fight back the tears, so more didn't fall down because he didn't want you to see him cry, that'll make you upset and he didn't want that.

"I can't accept it, I probably never will. At the end of the day I'll find myself crying for you, because I can't forget you. I can't." Buck sighed heavily, bringing himself to sit down in front of 'you', plucking some of the grass on the ground as he distracted himself from the tears that still travelled down his face and the agonising lump on his throat.

"Nothing will make the pain go away. So please visit my dreams, so I can feel your embrace again... even if it's only for a little bit."

For the rest of his visit, Buck kept quiet. He didn't mind the silence, though he partly hated it because you weren't beside him enjoying it together with him. The more time passed, the more he felt himself crumble. The realisation was the worse, he hated it, you were really gone for the rest of his life.

"I love you, Y/N." His voice was so quite it was almost like a whisper. He placed his lips gently on your grave stone as he kissed you goodbye before slowly bringing himself up from the ground.

He wouldn't be able to set you free.

And he knew his heart will keep crying for you, until his silent calls reach you.

#evan buck buckely #911 #sad #fyp #the 118 #evan buckly x reader #x reader #911 x reader #911 buck #Spotify #buck imagine #911 fanfic #buck x reader #911 show #evan buckley x you #x yn #evan buckly sad #buck x yn

[baldursgrave69]

Faerûnian 29-day Writing Challenge: Day 1

I am putting all of the prompts (sfw and nsfw) into a number generator and choosing randomly.

The first one I got was SFW prompt 10: A tearful, hard kiss before battle

#BG3FicFeb

Summary: Ozzy and Astarion share a final kiss before the biggest fight of their lives.

Pairing: Astarion x nonbinary!tav (named)

Word count: 389

Tags: one shot

“This could be our last chance for a kiss, Starry,” Ozzy said with a half-hearted smirk, wrapping their tail around Astarion’s waist and pulling him towards them. Astarion cocked his head to the side, placing his arms around the tiefling’s neck.

“We’ve survived this far, it would hardly do to fail now,” he said, leaning his forehead to theirs.

“True, I’m not quite ready to be done with you, yet,” Ozzy said quietly, their normally confident demeanor wavering under the pressure of the looming battle.

“Nor am I, my love,” Astarion said, nuzzling his nose to theirs. Ozzy pressed their lips to Astarion’s pulling him closer by his waist. Astarion cupped Ozzy’s face, returning the kiss with fervor. He wanted to make it count. As they kissed, the vampire could feel tears streaming down Ozzy’s face, tasting the saltiness on his lips. He pulled away to look at Ozzy, their dark eyeliner was now running down their face.

“Come now, darling. There’s no need for tears,” he said quietly, fighting to hold back tears of his own.

“You’re the one to talk,” Ozzy chuckled, wiping a stray tear from the vampire’s cheek.

“We had better survive this, I never want to stop feeling your lips on mine,” Astarion said through a pained smile.

“Perhaps death by giant brain wouldn’t be so bad, I’d at least be free of you two,” Shadowheart said with a laugh, crossing her arms as she watched the couple from afar. Ozzy stuck their tongue out playfully to the cleric, turning back to Astarion and placing a kiss to his forehead.

“I love you, Starry. I always will,” they whispered, squeezing his waist with their tail before pulling away.

“Your turn!” Ozzy said, running over to Shadowheart and pulling her into a tight hug. Ozzy laid a big, wet kiss to the cleric’s cheek, squeezing her tightly. Shadowheart chuckled, hugging Ozzy back.

“I guess we can’t die, I need more Ozzy hugs,” Shadowheart said, closing her eyes as she held the tiefling.

“Enough talk about dying, let’s do this,” Ozzy said, taking a deep breath and preparing themselves for the battle of a lifetime.

#bg3 one shot #bg3 fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #bg3ficfeb #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #baldurs gate iii #baldurs gate tav #bg3 tav #baldurs gate posting #bg3 oc #tav bg3 #nonbinary tav #Astarion x nonbinary!tav #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #tavstarion #baldurs gate 3 tav #tav posting #tav oc #my tav #tav #rogue tav #bg3 tiefling #astarion bg3 #bg3 astarion #bg3 shadowheart #baldurs gate shadowheart #shadowheart

[horizon-verizon]

I could be thinking about this too much because this may just be due to bad writing, but the page makes much less sense beyond it being supposedly Alicent trying to appeal their past friendship to a woman whose kids she nearly stabbed.

Otto says this to Rhaenyra:

Queen Alicent has not forgotten the love that once existed between you. There is no need for bloodshed to continue peace in the kingdom. Queen Alicent is impatiently waiting for your answer.

Here is an post with a link to an article that began this post's line of thought:

But if only Alicent had read up more on Nymeria, she might understand the irony of her own actions. Though Rhaenyra does not say so in that scene under the tree, Nymeria’s house, after years of conquest, took over Dorne, and Nymeria ruled as Princess of Dorne for more two decades. She survived over a dozen assassination attempts, quelled two different rebellions, and drove back a couple of invasions. She abolished gender-based succession in Dorne, and her eldest daughter succeeded her.

It’s a little rich for Alicent to send Rhaenyra a history of a ruler who abolished gender-based succession—after leading a coup to place her son on the throne based on the premise that his elder sister should not inherit the crown. (It was equally eye roll inducing when Alicent told the Queen Who Never Was, Rhaenys, last week that she was better suited to rule than Viserys while simultaneously lobbying Rhaenys to support her drunken son Aegon II’s claim to the Iron Throne.)

It's possible that Alicent sends Rhaenyra this Nymeria page less as a way to hark on their friendship and girlhood innocence, but to use Nymeria as a cautionary figure against Rhaenyra's desires & moves towards war & accept Aegon as the ruler.

🎨: JENNIFER DRUMMOND: [in AWoIaF]

Remember, the Dornish aren't looked at...favorably by most non-Dornish Westerosi despite them having the same language and the same religion (and I mean most Dornish, even those Daeron I called "salty" way later). and that's because of their not only thier accent but the higher status and agency their women have of themselves and in politics through the Rhoynish practice of absolute primogeniture. Where the oldest child, regardless of gender, are customarily see as true inheritors. Before Nymeria & her people's arrival, Dorne was like other Westerosi Andal people, as in they were likely pale and practiced male-preference primogeniture and spoke the Common tongue like other Andal-descents.

Nymeria is, like Rhaenys & Visenya, more of an abnormal figure to those "up north" for being a female ruler who was able to survive several devastating setbacks and went on to conquer several Andal Dornish lords with her Martell husband (but he never would have been able to dominate those other lords without her mainly female-warrior army, his house wasn't even the "mightiest", like the Targs in Valyria) to ensure her people's survival, which itself also involved what I'd call a "Great Integration", when Nymeria's people intermarried with the Dornish men and exchanged their equipment, etc.. Westeros is obviously culturally and physically divided into "the savage northerners" from those who worship the Seven and have been for generations, such a thing isn't...feasible nor desired. Her waging war, though, to go back to that, is another remarkable and feared aspect of her, despite it being obvious that it was necessary and inevitable if she wanted her people to live (AWoIAF "Ten Thousand Ships"):

Nymeria didn't change pre-Nymeria Dorne for any reason that prioritized the pre-Nymeria Dronish lords then, but for the self-oriented reason of survival. And she's brought about a huge change; that in of itself is terrifying or at least anxiety-inducing, to see a woman even carry out something relegated to men...and even do it better. (Or, you know, that's the PoV)

In this way, Alicent giving that page is very much par for the course not only for her character, but also for how we can look at F&B being itself propaganda for "women-ruler bad! Cause "unnecessary" strife!" But it still doesn't really make sense for Rhaenyra to fully & sincerely accept that line of persuasion or to accept that idea that allowing Aegon to become king and render those oaths made to her worthless, the long years she spent practicing being heir worthless, and/or her father's long walk to "defend" her worthless, the danger to her children if she ever accepted the terms and ironically the danger presented if a lord were to try to use these 2 boys against the greens.

If we used some people's argument of why Alicent had to fear Rhaenyra becoming queen, why can't I also point this out in reverse for Rhaenyra in the case she does hand over her boys to the greens? Situation is similar in terms of "danger", bc those boys were never doubted as trueborn and they come from the named heir. Plus Otto is the person actually running things at the Red Keep...the same guy who wanted to kill Rhaenyra and said so at the HotD episode 9 green council!

In other words, we shouldn't be saying Alicent's reasons AND way of ending a war are purely justified or good...because she's still stealing something, one of the only things Rhaenyra has had that a man is allowed in this world. If what I said abt Alicent trying to use Nymeria as a cautionary note to Rhaenyra and not something like "remember when we used to be friends?!" way.

Or it's just Otto being manipulative and Alicent never actually sent that page...I can see these writers doing that, too. Still wouldn't justify Rhaenyra's reaction.

But IDK. I wonder what others think. Would this be a better rewrite, or do you think the show already tries to convey this and it was just bad writing?

#nymeria #rhaenyra targaryen #alicent hightower #fire and blood characters #awoiaf characterization #character comparison #hotd characterization #book vs tv comparison #alicent's page #dorne #mors martell #the martells

[storiesforallfandoms]

a different side ~ bo burnham

word count: 2611

request?: yes!

“A bo burnham fic‼️‼️ maybe they get drunk and cuddle on the couch and then things heat up and bo turns out to be very verbal and dominating?? Thanks 🙏”

description: in which a drunk night leads her to see an entirely different side of her sweet, goofy boyfriend

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (oral; m receiving, deepthroating, gagging, face fucking, drunk sex, rough fucking, face down ass up type thing, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, rough and dominant bo, reader is shocked but it is fully consentual)

masterlist (one, two)

Ever since you first met him, Bo was a sweet, goofy guy. He always knew how to put a smile on your face, and he was always incredibly kind and sweet towards basically everyone he met. He said his stage persona was fake on numerous occasions, but he did match that persona in more ways than he realized.

He was a sweet, Golden Retriever type of guy. Until the first night that you both got really drunk.

Bo had showed up to your apartment with a bottle of wine and some take out.

“I know you said you wanted to stay home because you had a load of work to do,” he said when you answered the door. “But I wanted to see you. So, I figured maybe we could have a date night in whenever you’re done with your work.”

He really knew how to make you smile and how to make your heart flutter.

“I may finish up now that you’re here. I really need some relaxation.”

“Well, I can help you with that.” He raised an eyebrow at you, suggestively. You giggled and stepped aside to let him in.

You finished up your work for the night and changed into some comfy clothes to join Bo in the living room. He had set out a blanket and the food as a little indoor picnic, and was pouring up two glasses of wine. He smiled at you and held out a glass to you.

You sat with him and the two of you started to talk about your days. You had been feeling swamped with your workload the past few days and you hadn’t been able to do much else besides trying to catch up on the workload. You were glad Bo had come over despite you having cancelled your usual date night.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to finish the bottle of wine Bo had brought. Your whole body felt light and tingly from the alcohol. You decided to get up and get the wine you already had in your fridge to keep the feeing alive. Another bottle later, and you and Bo were cuddling on the couch. You pressed a few kisses against his neck, earing you a few groans in response. In your inebriated daze, you felt pleasure in his responses. They fueled your desire to get more from him, so you continued to kiss over his neck.

“You better be careful, princess,” he said, his voice husky with the alcohol and lust.

You had never heard the pet name from Bo before. It caused a tingly feeling between your legs and you dared to ask, “Or else what?”

In an instant, Bo’s hands were grabbing you and pinning you down to the couch. You were taken by surprise and wasn’t sure how to react. Luckily, you didn’t have to because his lips were on yours, hungrily kissing you. You tried to wrap your legs around his waist to get some friction between the two of you, but he broke away from the kiss to push them away.

“If you want to kiss something, I’ll give you something to kiss,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he had you off the couch and on your knees between his legs. He undid his pants and pulled his erect member free. It flopped against his stomach, standing at full attention for you. Your eyes widened at the sight of it, despite having seen his member many times before.

Bo touched your face. It was gentle at first; the touch you were used to feeling. But it became a bit more rough when he grabbed the back of your head and pulled it roughly towards his lap.

“Come on, princess,” he encouraged. “Get to kissing.”

You wasted no time in wrapping your lips around his tip. You were met with the salty taste of his pre-cum on your tongue. Bo’s head lulled back against the couch as he let out a moan. His hand was still on your head, now pushing it down so you were taking his entire length in your mouth.

“Good girl,” he praised. “Take it all, princess.”

You did just that. You had him so far in your mouth you could feel him poking at the back of your throat. You were trying desperately not to gag, but the full feeling you had with him all the way in your mouth felt like too much. You tried to pull away as your stomach heaved from the gag, but Bo reached down and took hold of your head before you could fully take his length from your mouth.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “I’m not done with that mouth yet.”

You looked up at him and saw his lust filled look. You could feel your panties becoming drenched with your own arousal. You wanted nothing more than to feel him take them off of you and to take you right there on the couch, but it was very evident that he had other plans in mind. He was preparing to use you to his own pleasure, whether you gained pleasure from it or not.

He held your head in place as his hips slowly began to thrust into your mouth. He was careful not to push it too far into your throat to cause you to gag again. That seemed more like him, a gentle lover who was careful to make sure that you were okay during the experience. But he was holding your gaze so you could still see the sexual aggression in his eyes. They were not the eyes of your gentle lover looking back at you, but rather a whole different side of Bo you had never seen before.

You were surprised with how Bo was acting, but you were even more surprised with how turned on you were with the whole scenario. You had never been treated like this sexually before. For the most part, you had been with some very respectful sexual partners who preferred to take things slow or to “make love” so to speak. Up until now, Bo had been like that as well. You had never even thought about being handled in a rough way like this, let alone whether or not you would like it.

But you did. You really, really liked it.

Bo continued to thrust into your mouth, pushing himself as far in as he could without gagging you before pulling out again. It was slow at first, just enough so he could really feel your warm mouth wrapped around him and your wet tongue pressed against the underside of his dick. But once you had made his dick wet enough for his liking, his thrusts started to pick up. His grip on your head tightened so you couldn’t pull away as he fucked your mouth. Drool began to seep from your mouth and drip down your chin. You let out an involuntary whimper, becoming more and more turned on by the way he was treating you.

“Oh, you like that, princess?” he asked. “You like it when I fuck your face like this? When I just use you as my little cum dumpster. Fuck, look at your fucked out face. I haven’t even put my dick inside of you yet and you already look like you’re worn out.”

You certainly did not feel worn out. You wanted him inside of you more than anything. Your panties were so wet you were almost certain there’d be a wet spot left on your pants. You tried to reach between your legs to relieve some of the pressure you were feeling, but Bo quickly took one hand from your face to stop you.

“No touching,” he said. “Not until I say so. Do you think you can handle that?”

Your eyes were wide and pleading. You shook your head, which only caused Bo to laugh.

“You’re such a little whore, aren’t you?” he taunted. “Can’t even control yourself long enough to let daddy fuck you.”

Daddy!

You let out another whimper at the newest pet name to be introduced. You wanted to try it out for yourself, but your mouth was still full with Bo’s dick.

“What was that, princess?” he asked.

He pulled his dick free from your mouth to finally allow you to speak. “Please daddy.”

“Oh, the little whore begs now,” he commented. “What is it you’re begging for, my little whore?”

“I-I n-need you to fuck me,” you said. “Please daddy, I need it so bad.”

“You need it? Or you want it?”

“Both!” you cried. “Please, I’m so wet.”

He pulled you to a stand in front of him. He reached his hand into the waistband of your pants, causing you to gasp as he ran a finger through your drenched folds.

“Oh my, you truly are wet.” You nearly whimpered again as he pulled his hand away from you. “I can’t let my princess be unsatisfied, can I?”

You shook your head vigorously, your heart pounding with anticipation.

Bo stood, towering over you. You were always in awe at his height and you loved to be able to look up at him. But now, there was something more to that height. It was almost intimidating. You weren’t sure what he was going to do next.

You yelped as he roughly pushed you down onto the couch, positioning your body so that your head was down in the cushions and your ass was in the air. He made quick work of removing your pants and underwear, leaving your lower half completely bare to him. You felt the couch dip as Bo knelt behind you, and you gasped as you felt the warmth of his tip gliding through your folds.

“You’re so wet, I don’t even have to lube myself up,” he commented. “It’s almost like your body is preparing for me to fuck you into oblivion.”

You moaned in response at his comment. Your head was so blank you didn’t even think you could form a coherent sentence.

Bo continued to tease your clit for a little while until you were practically backing yourself into him, your body begging him to be inside of you. The feeling of his tip pushing through your opening and his dick slowly filling you sent a wave of pleasure through your body and you already felt like you could cum. You weren’t sure how you were going to last through what he was planning to do to you.

Unlike when he was fucking your face, Bo didn’t start slow. He placed a hand between your shoulder blades to hold you in place as he began to roughly thrust into you. The sound of skin slapping against one another and your combined moans and groans was the only thing filling the room. He was so rough that you were sure you could feel the couch moving beneath you. If you were in your right mind you’d probably be worried about the couch breaking, but you were so far from being in your right mind.

As expected, it didn’t take long for you to cum around him. You screamed out in pleasure, your hands gripping the couch beneath you as you came so hard you saw stars and started to pant. Bo murmured words of praise into your ear as he kept mercilessly thrusting into you, your juices dripping down his length onto his balls and then onto the couch. Your legs were already feeling wobbly and you were ready to flop down, but Bo wasn’t done with you yet.

He put an arm under your belly, holding you up in the position he wanted as he used his other hand to guide your hips back into him. “You can’t tap out yet, princess. I’m not ready to be done with you. You just have to hold on a little bit longer.”

You weren’t sure if you’d be able to, but you knew you would have to until Bo was done with you.

He held you in place like a fuck toy, and you were truly starting to feel that way. Despite the protests of your body, you still felt incredibly pleasured as he continued to fuck your cunt sore and puffy. Before you knew it, you could feel a pressure growing in your lower stomach again and you knew you were about to hit your second orgasm.

“I-I’m g-gonna cum,” you told him. “I-I don’t th-think I can l-last much longer, daddy.”

“It’s okay, princess. I’m getting close, too. Can you wait for me so we can cum together?”

You weren’t sure you could, but you tried your hardest for him. He held on to your hips with both hands and managed to fuck you harder than he had before somehow. You were screaming out in pleasure with every rough thrust and it wasn’t long before you couldn’t control yourself any longer and your orgasm took over. Feeling your walls tighten around him, Bo let out a long groan and you felt his warm seed coating the inside of your walls.

You were panting and coated in sweat when Bo slowly pulled out of you. You whimpered as the cool air touched your sore pussy. You could feel him dripping out of you and onto the couch. You made a mental note to absolutely bleach the couch clean whenever you got the chance. Or to burn it completely.

You finally collapsed onto your stomach, but you didn’t stay there for long. You felt Bo’s arms pick you up and hold you bridal style as he carried you to your bedroom. He laid you down in your bed and you both took off your shirts, deciding to be completely naked to cuddle and come down from your mutual highs.

Bo got you a cloth to clean you and himself off before he slid into bed next to you. He took you into his arms. You winced a little as your aching body rolled into him and your legs pushed together on your sore cunt. It was throbbing, but it wasn’t painful.

“I didn’t hurt you too much, did I?” he asked. Every ounce of the dominant, rough man that had fucked the life out of you moments before was gone. You were almost shocked by the sudden change.

“No,” you said. “Okay, actually my body is a little worn and my pussy is throbbing, but I wouldn’t consider it pain. It felt good.”

He smiled and kissed your forehead. “Okay, at least it felt good.”

“I’m very surprised though. Where did that come from?”

His cheeks turned bright red, almost like he was embarrassed. “Well...I mean...I’ve kind of always had that side of me. I didn’t want to show it because we’re still so new in this relationship and I didn’t want you to get afraid of me or anything. But...I think the alcohol just brought it out tonight. And then you were kissing my neck and it felt so good, and I just...didn’t want to stop myself. I was afraid you wouldn’t like it, and I would’ve stopped then, but it seemed like you thoroughly enjoyed that side of me.”

“Oh, I more than enjoyed it. In fact, I’d love to see more of that side of you if you’d be willing to show me more.”

"I’ll show you all you want to see, princess.”

And that one word caused the throb between your legs to become a dull ache, begging to feel Bo inside of you and to ruin you once again.

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