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fr3akingtf0utrn · 10 months

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Trans Spidey reader where the reader is really into Miguel’s fangs and talons and everyone at HQ knows but Miguel (basically just sexual tension between oblivious people)

Miguel O’Hara x FTM!! Reader

Warnings: slight nsfw, def some hard tension, swearing, we stan cat claw Miguel. And remember I am German.. so poorly translated Spanish

I didn’t put a lot of detail in that reader is trans, but I feel that it’s still reassuring to know this fic has a trans reader :)) knowing that it’s about him but sorry!!

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“Yo, where’s your head at, mate?” Hobie hits your shoulder getting your attention. You blink from zoning out and uncross your arms.

“Uh just zoning my bad,” you say while boosting yourself back on your hands on the ledge, shoulders near your ears.

It was around lunch time at the HQ and you and Hobie were sitting on one of the ledges in the main lobby where you walk in. It was actually pretty quite since everyone is in the cafeteria, only some passing by.

“Are ye still thinking bout him, bro?” Hobie scoffs but chuckles at the same time. You roll your eyes, “kinda but it’s something else about him..” you ponder off.

Hobie rolls his eyes, “what? how he got like monster like features?” You go quiet and your eyes go wide.

“NAH MATE-!” He pushes you and fake gags. You cover your face and stand yourself up and start walking.

“Dude, I knew you liked em’ but not like that!” Hobie follows you as you guys hop down to the bridge, but you stop and he trips over you.

“wait,” you slowly turn around to him, “is it that obvious?” You frown up at him, waiting for his response.

“Yes! Bruv, you stare at him 24/7! And when you do it’s like your eyes turn to heart eyes.” He says and you groan throwing your head back while covering your face once again out of embarrassment.

“What about him interest you??” Hobie asks and you groan once again. “It’s too embarrassing,” you words slur from your hands.

He places his hand on your shoulder while walking around you. “I promise you it can’t be that bad,” hobie says and you move your hands giving him a look.

He raises his eyebrows, you look down. “His fangs and claws..” you mumble. “Huh,” hobie’s eyebrows furrow.

“His fangs and claws! Have you seen them! God I can’t there just so, ugh,” you throw your arms up.

Hobie stares wide eyed and mouth open, “lord, are you sure that’s the only thing?”

“We’ll obviously not, he’s so sweet when we’re alone. And he helps me a lot with certain things,” you say and comb your hair with your fingers.

“what kind of certain things??” Hobie smirks.

You side eye him, “your impossible to talk to.”

“If you think about it, it’s like monster fucking,” hobie says nonchalantly. You eyes went wide and jaw dropped. “You’re fucking disgusting,” you push and kick at Hobie and he stumbles.

You turn around and walk away. “Where are you going, dude?!” Hobie calls out to you. “To blow off steam!” You yell back and swing away.

“I would go find Miguel for that then, mate!” He laughs and sees you fumble a bit while swinging.

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Your eyes barely left Miguel’s body the entire time. The thing was, you were barley listening to Miguel ramble.

He usually tended to do that when you guys were alone.

No matter what he does, he was just perfect. The way his hips swayed without realizing, giving sassy looks at others, which you found funny and cute. God, you wondered if he really did even know you liked him, you were obvious.

You were leaned against his desk, arms crossed and zoned out.

I wonder what triggers them..

how does he control them too?

most of all, I wonder how they feel…

Miguel turned towards you, “you get what I mean?” He suddenly asked.

You jumped, “uhm yeah sure.” Your head was still crowed.

He raised his eyebrow at you, “ why are you always out of it, cariño? You’ve been like this a couple days,” he asked you as he walked over to where you were.

You cleared your throat and boosted yourself up on the desk, “yeah, I’ve just been thinking..about- things?”

“Is that a question or statement?” Miguel’s eyes were on you, watching your body tense from his stare.

Miguel was utterly oblivious as well when it came to liking someone. Never noticed until someone points it out or if he gets jealous.

And, you had no idea he was literally obsessed with you. Jess had to smack the fuck out him to get his shit together and ask you out.

You let out a nervous chuckle and adjusted the neck of your suit. Miguel huffs and walks over to you. Your head was looking down at the ground, not noticing how the distance started closing until you saw big hands go on either side of your hips.

Miguel bad you trapped between his arms, his hips between your legs.

“Tell me,” he demanded. “huh,” you barely had words, ‘does this man not know notice what he’s doing?’

“Tell me what’s wrong so I can make you focus or feel better,” Miguel repeated. You bite the inside of your cheek, “okay..” you move yourself so you can reach for Miguel’s hand.

Miguel furrows his eyebrows, but continues watching, not wanting to stop you.

You grab it, admiring the pretty veins before pressing down in the middle of his palm, causing the talons to shoot out. You gasp and grin slightly.

Miguel raises his eyebrows, since he just takes his claw out on command, he didn’t know that was a way they could also show.

Your fingers graze his talons, loving the sharp edges. Miguel stares, eyes lidded looking at your mesmerized face. Suddenly, you gently drop his hand and reach up for Miguel’s face.

His eyes widen and he’s pushed up against you, your hands on his jaw.

“sorry, can I please just..?” you ask gently and Miguel nods like his hypnotized by you.

Your thumb traces his cheekbone while the other grazes his lips. Miguel’s body felt like it was on fire, being pushed up against you while your hands on him.

If you weren’t so oblivious and mesmerized by him right now, you would of felt the bulge creeping up against you, including the heat between your legs.

You lift Miguel’s upper lip, “can you show me them..please,” you ask noticing his fangs aren’t showing.

Miguel once again nods and opens his mouth, a soft sharp sound was heard and they appeared.

Your eyes shined with amazement and a slight grin. Your thumb stayed in his upper lip to get better angles of them.

Without noticing, you leaned closer and your thighs squeezed against Miguel’s hips. Miguel’s breath hitched when he felt you. His eyes swirled with red lust watching over you.

He felt special that you were so entranced by him, all your attention on him in this moment.

“..so sharp, Miguel,” you said under your breath and he felt his eyes go lidded as your other hand went to hold his hip to pull him even closer if that was possible.

You moaned as your thumb got a slight cut from his fangs, blood immediately oozing out. Miguel’s eyes widening, “..can I?” He asked.

You nodded and placed your hand that was on his face, onto his hips now. Miguel looked into your eyes as he stuck the tip of his tongue out and kitten licked the blood.

He leaned forward and placed one of his hands on your thigh, squeezing slightly with his claws.

Miguel wrapped his perfect lips around your thumb and sucked slightly, you feeling him suck the blood out. You watched with your mouth slightly open, and shifted your hips in the counter, accident brushing against him.

He grunted and released your thumb with a pop, his tongue still sticking out his mouth as he let you go.

Miguel’s claws dug into your thigh and slightly ran your hands up his body, loving how your hands fit on his snap waist.

Your hands made it to his biceps and then to his shoulders.

Miguel seemed breathless as your hands traced him, him staring into your own lidded eyes.

Your eyes flickered down to his plump brown lips, seeing the blood that dried slightly on them. You licked your own and you both leaned in slowly,

As soon as you felt his breath on you, a loud accent was heard.

“OI MIGUEL!! Can I steal Y/n?? I need him for something- oh..” Hobie stopped immediately in his tracks when he tilted his head up and saw you two connected by the hips.

Both of your heads snapped to him, staring wide eyed.

Hobie quickly turned around on his boot, he shoved his hands in his pockets, “I’ll just tell him later if guess! SORRY MATES!” Hobie yelled.

As soon as hobie was at the door he yelled, “make sure to use those fangs in bed on him, Miguel!”

“GET OUT,”

The sight was something, but that something was something that Hobie wish he didn’t see.

#miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x male reader #miguel o'hara #atsv miguel #atsv #atsv x reader #spiderman atsv #spider man: across the spider verse #spider man #miguel o'hara x you #trans reader #Miguel O’hara x ftm reader

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kalims · 2 years

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Hello!!!! May I request 1, 4, and 11 from the event for Leona? Your work is amazing!!

<- back to event page.

includes : leona kingscholar.

prompts :

1. infatuation — little things they do when love struck.

4. true face — how they act around you.

11. flushed — when you fluster them and how they act.

aww thank you! ^^

ⵌ leona kingscholar :

1. infatuation —

actually shows up to social gatherings but of course won't tolerate anyone else other than you, and probably ruggie as well. in lunch he's literally present instead of getting ruggie to fetch the food he wants. it's more surprising than he would like to think and it's irritating that they're all looking at him like he's some zoo animal.

prompty kicks out your friends whenever he just happens to come across you. great, now you're his for the rest of the day. your friends do not stay though, does the red head really think he can't hear the annoyed remarks he whispers about him? this doesn't exclude in lunch time, you're sitting next to him.

'what's mine is yours' do whatever you want, he already consented to it and he doesn't care either way. in fact the thought of you sharing things together kinda makes him a little happy but you don't know that cause he's shooing you away or feigning sleep before you could pry into it. simp.

4. true face —

uses his authority to his advantage. as a dorm leader, third year, and as a literal prince. you'd be suprised at the amount of people obeying him out of respect or fear, as a whole he's a jealous bundle and is just disgruntled the whole day if he couldn't pry off some random with his warnings and they keep clinging onto you. in the end he'll straight up tell them to scram or else and you're left with a lion who expects you to 'make up' for the time that random stole.

by just a tad. he's a little more obedient if you're the one asking believe it or not, if it's another person though.. that's another story, he's not gonna take shit from them. which leaves us to the fact that ruggie uses you as some kind of leverage against leona. sneaks into ramshackle to get you to wake up leona after 3 failed attempts of waking him up. you're confused why he's asking you but when you enter his room and sit on his bed, he's already peeking up.

demands—yes, demands. the entirety of savanaclaw to listen to whatever you have to say. like you're some kind of 'second in command' most aren't that happy since they just want one leader and that's it. but who's to disobey leona when he's dead serious about the respect thing? they learnt the hard way when a freshman got too ahead of yourself. you weren't that bothered until you saw the same person being scarily perspective and obedient to your commands. (if you do ask something), oh well. whatever makes your life easier.

11. flushed —

if there's anything leona loves doing it's obviously napping at the most random places and lazing around, ignoring everything else around him except for his beloved sleep. in his very own genetics as a lion, the 'napping and lazing' part comes naturally. no matter how much he tries to resist it he will always succumb to the natural senses. plus.. he thinks it's a pain to even try.

other than that it's probably receiving some kind of head rubs, scratching around his head or the rim of his ears from you. don't take it the wrong way there's no one else, only you. he'd rather drop dead than let anyone else pamper him like you do. which brings me to the conclusion that the only way to fluster him is leona accidentally being too vocal with his pleasure.

and no, not the one you're thinking but like catching himself in the act of twitching his ears, swaying his tail, making sounds of content and actually smiling? yeah that? he doesn't do that so he just freezes and quiets down, willing his ears and tail to stop displaying the feeling he currently has. other than that if he's laying on you he'll just bury himself further and pretend nothing every happened, he's not gonna ask you to stop though.

this is too... enjoyable. in the meantime he's having a war with himself and his traits because he doesn't wait them to even move.

#twst x reader #twst x you #twisted wonderland x you #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst #twst fluff #twst headcanons #twst imagines #twst scenarios #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #leona kingscholar x you #leona kingscholar x reader #leona kingscholar #leona x you #leona x reader #x gn reader #x reader

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pls-hold-me-im-justa-weeb · 1 year

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Training With Zoro P.5 (Eventual Smut) Y/N x Zoro

🍶 wc: 3.2K

NO SMUT YET I'M SORRY BUT I SWEAR IT'LL HAPPEN

P.1 P.2 P.3 P.4

I cut out the part about reader cooking a comfort meal and everyone liking it, which you can read on my AO3 if you're interested :) But briefly, reader needed comfort after thinking it's hopeless with Zoro, so they cooked a comfort meal. Eventually everyone (except Zoro) tried it and liked it, so you told Sanji he should cook it some time. He said no, because it's your recipe and he doesn't want to take that away from you. Just mugiwara family fluff :3 I also want it known I am white af, so in no way shape or form am I BIPOC. Please let me know if I should correct anything. This is simply a reflection of intolerance that is present against different nations in One Piece, no matter the race.

Warnings: reader feeling kinda like they don't belong, perversion (by other ppl) of a cultural dance, reader insecure about body, platonic(ish) bathing with Zoro, mild heatstroke, super sore muscles, taking pain medicine, so exhausted reader is acting drunk.

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I’m used to mental pain, so it shouldn’t add that much, right?

The rest of the afternoon and early evening was spent lounging around on the deck, hanging out with Brook. He had both his guitar and violin out, alternating between them as he experimented with melodies. You let the music wash over you, tapping your finger to the beat of the faster songs, and swaying to the slower ones. You closed your eyes, picturing how you would dance to them all, sketching brief choreographies in mind’s eye, basing your movements off the traditional dancing you did growing up. It was only when the skeleton stopped to drink tea that you remembered something he had said yesterday when the storm first hit.

“Brook?”

“Hm?” he hummed as he handed you a teacup balanced on a saucer. You smiled and took it gratefully.

“Yesterday… with the storm… you said something.”

“I did?”

“You said… that you didn’t know where you were supposed to be or what you were supposed to be doing.”

“Ah. That’s right. What about it?”

“I… what… have you… did you struggle to find how you contributed to this crew? Like you’re a strong fighter and a great singer, so obviously there was a place for you. But…” you trailed off quietly, unsure of how to phrase what you wanted to say.

“Hmmm. I did. I didn’t think I contributed enough to this crew. I kept trying to prove myself, prove that they had a reason to keep me. I got underfoot for days, trying to help but I actually made things worse” he said, chuckling at the memories. You shifted, waiting for him to continue as he sipped his tea.

“I eventually ended up confronting Luffy, and he put my mind at ease. Everyone has a role on this ship because we’re all different human beings. We all contribute something to this journey we call life, building on people’s experiences when they interact with us. You have nothing to worry about. You are valuable to this crew simply because you’re here.”

You looked down at your lap where your teacup was held, fighting back the urge to cry.

“But I…” you started quietly. Brook interrupted you.

“You care for all of us, and that is enough. You keep our ship tidy, which is a feat in itself, but you do so much more. You talk with us, sharing your experiences, opinions, and empathy. You’re even sitting with me, enjoying my music. What is music if it’s not heard? You talk with everyone about what they’re interested in, letting them ramble and you ask questions, showing that you’re genuinely interested.”

He placed a skeletal hand on your shoulder. It felt odd- pokey and too light- but comforting none the less. You looked at his eye sockets, a shy, wobbly smile breaking through. You were sure he would be smiling gently at you if he had the lips to do so.

“You have enough heart for both of us. Because I have no heart! YOHOHOHOHO!”

You rolled your eyes at the dumb skeleton joke, chuckling despite yourself.

“Can I tell you something?” you asked. Zoro told you the crew wouldn’t mind… and if you wanted to dance again, you needed his help. He cocked his head expectantly, looking at you.

“Back home… I used to be a dancer. I used to perform the traditional cultural dances, and I was damn good at it. Unfortunately, I got an injury and couldn't dance to the performing level anymore… but I’m still not half bad”

“Oh really? Please… tell me about the music that played. I’ll humbly do my very best to replicate it so you may dance again, should you wish to do so” he said, picking up his violin. You grinned excitedly before it faded a little.

“Ah. But. The one I miss the most… it get’s a bad rep” you started, nervous. You’ve seen how the skeleton can get lost in his perverted thoughts.

“A dance that gets a bad reputation? How?”

“I… It’s about… spring. Welcoming the new life back into the world. About welcoming the fertility of the season, and it eventually changed to something that was seen as provocative. Of course, perverted pirates came and spread the news about how dancers were moving incredibly seductively. But… I think it’s beautiful. It’s graceful but difficult, fluid movements with hips and arms and your back” you explained. Your remembered of the satisfaction of how your movements flowed gracefully like the streams that trickled back to life after the snow, hands drawing shapes and patterns in the air as your legs lowered you up and down smoothly, your feet carrying you in twirls as you balanced on the balls of your feet. You didn’t notice the faint smile on your lips.

“I think it sounds beautiful. If you ask me to see it as a work of art that inspires the beauty of spring, I shall abide by that request to the best of my ability” Brook said. You looked at him, pulled out of your memories.

“That means a lot. Thank you” you said quietly, smiling at him. He took a sip of his tea.

“So… tell me about the music” he said, gesturing to his instruments. You grinned, and opened your mouth in preparation to speak before the musician interrupted you.

“Ah. Excuse me” he said politely. You looked at him curiously. Your silent question was answered promptly as he farted loudly, then belched. You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing, yelling at him in between breaths that he was disgusting and that he stinks. He joined in your laughter easily.

“Don’t encourage him!” Nami nagged, lounging near the helm. That only made you laugh harder.

That night, dinner was boisterous, but your muscles were quickly becoming more and more sore by the minute. Each knock against your thigh or arm by the rowdy bunch almost made you flinch. You felt a steady gaze on you through the meal, and you looked up multiple times to make eye contact with Zoro. You couldn’t decipher the look, and it didn’t help that his cheeks were nearly constantly puffed out with his large bites of food or deep swigs of his drink. How can he be so sexy and hot but also adorable?

Eventually, you excused yourself, having fully planned on going to your room to sleep away the pain. Apparently, someone had other plans. Not five minutes after you limped to your room and flopped face down on your bed, a loud knock rapped on the door. You groaned, and managed to roll to your back before calling out to come in. You had an idea of who it was, even through the haze of being half asleep.

“It’s me. You gonna use the bath salts tonight?” Zoro asked, leaning in the open doorway. You spared him a glance and sighed.

“Mmm. Maybe. I’m pretty tired though. Might just use them tomorrow” you muttered. He was quiet for a moment, shifting in place. You heard the clink of his swords.

“You should at least wash the muscle cream off.”

You groaned.

“I thought you said it would soak into the skin or something.”

“I never said that.”

You craned your neck, looking at him. You probably looked ridiculous in this position, but you didn’t care at the moment.

“If it won’t stain my clothing because it’s soaked in enough, why does it need to be washed off?”

“Hah? Do I look like Chopper to you? He only told me that it needs to be washed off at the end of the day, something about muscles cooling when you go to sleep”

You groaned again, relaxing your head back onto the mattress. Smart, Chopper. Getting him to take a bath every time he uses it. You chuckled tiredly as another thought popped up.

“You sure you’re just not trying to get me in the bath with you? Jealous that I took a one with Robin?”

You almost felt his posture stiffen.

“Why would I care you took a bath with Robin? Besides, it’s time I took a bath, and I pushed my body in training today. May as well draw one bath with the bath salts for the two of us at once.”

You grunted. He did have a point. It was rare enough that the man took a bath, and besides, he didn’t see you like that. You weren’t much to look at.

“Fine. But I’m not walking without more pain medicine” you conceded with a yawn. You glanced at him. He looked surprised at how easy you agreed. You scoffed, reaching for the pouches you had deposited on your bedside table earlier in the day. You tossed the one containing the salts to him before digging around to retrieve another dose of medicine from the other.

“Relax, hot shot. I won’t look if you’re shy” you teased. Your fingers uncorked the small bottle and you downed the medicine.

“I’m not shy! I wouldn’t ask you if I was shy, idiot!”

You snorted at his adamant reply.

“Shut up and follow me” he griped. You sighed, moaning as you hauled yourself out of bed. Your muscles twinged briefly before settling into a dull ache. You followed him to the bath house, passing a smirking Robin in the library. You rolled your eyes at her, dragging your tired body up the ladder. By the time you got to the undressing area, Zoro was only in his pants, his swords resting against the wall. As he undid the button and unzipped, you couldn’t help it. You wolf whistled, smirking. He snapped his head towards you, flushed. You giggled.

“Sorry. Couldn’t resist teasing you. You’re so fun to rile up” you said, turning away to undress. He grumbled under his breath, looking away. You looked away as soon as you caught a glimpse of his bare ass as he pulled the waistband down over his hips. He really was telling the truth earlier. He wasn’t wearing anything under his pants. Blushing slightly, you stripped from your outfit, underwear following closely as soon as you heard the door to the bathroom close. You took a deep breath, readying yourself for the absolutely sinful sight you knew you was about to bless your eyes. You heard the shower head running, the bath water splashing in the background. You wrapped a towel around yourself to preserve at least some modicum of modesty. Wait.

Wait. One showerhead. One. He’s using it. In there. Standing naked. Your thoughts stuttered to a halt as a blush overtook your face. You almost turned around and left right then.

“What the hell are you doing? Get in here! The bath is almost ready!” the swordsman yelled from the bathroom. You took a deep breath, clearing your mind and sending your body on autopilot. You opened the door, closing it quickly to avoid the loss of steam. That would be your saving grace in this sinful heaven you had managed to get yourself in.

“Calm your swords, Zoro. I’m here. Maybe I just wanted to give you a moment of privacy to wash your ass” you muttered. Good, good. Play it cool. Like this is completely normal. You heard him grunt, and you looked up. Your heart dropped into your stomach, and your fingers felt almost tingly. You weren’t breathing, but you didn’t care. You could die right now and be happy, feeling blessed.

He was standing with his side facing you, arms raised, showing off his biceps and forearms as he ran his hands through his water-soaked hair. Water dripped over his body, falling into crevices, and tracing the planes of his muscles. You followed a rivulet with your eye, tracing its path as it dripped from his thick fingers, down the back of his neck, over his shoulder blade, down the crevice of his spine, and curving as it met the dimples of his lower back. Your eyes trailed lower, seeing the outline of his toned ass that bled into thick, well-muscled thighs that were often hidden under his baggy pants. You ripped your eyes back to his face, one eye looking at you from the side. Water dripped from his sharp nose and ran down the side of his mouth. It dripped off his chiseled jaw to fall onto his plush pecs, following the hills of his abs, trailing down to the V that led directly to his cock. You swallowed. You couldn’t see it. It was strategically hidden behind his thick thigh and a veil of steam, but it was right there.

“Stop staring and get in the water.”

His demand snapped you out of your reverie. You focused back on his face.

“Huh?” you eloquently replied. He rolled his eyes at you.

“Get over here, idiot.”

“Right.”

You stepped forward, inhaling the steam.

“You need to take your towel off.”

“…yep.”

He snorted at your obviously flustered state. You hung your towel on the hooks on the back of the door, and turned around, placing your arms so you were still at least somewhat covered. He wasn’t looking at you, turned away and facing the wall.

“I won’t look until you say so. I remember what you said earlier... about being… ya know… about your body” he murmured quietly as you padded forward. You ripped your gaze from his ass, feeling like a perv once he said that.

“…thanks.”

He was silent, sighing into the hot water streaming from the showerhead. The two of you washed quietly, trading places as needed. Out of respect for him, you didn’t gawk at him like you did when you first came in. Though you really wanted to see what he was packing, you kept your gaze solely on his upper body. True to his word, he didn’t look at you. You guided him around the shower with pokes and prods on his biceps, leading to lighthearted bickering. Eventually, the two of you settled into the bath, fragrant from the salt Zoro had sprinkled in the water before you came in. You sighed as you felt your muscles ease and relax with the healing properties.

“Fuuuuck me this feels amazing” you moaned. You heard Zoro make a small noise, and you glanced at him. He was still looking away.

“You can look now” you said quietly. He glanced at you before looking at the water.

“I… I didn’t look at you either, you know” you muttered, looking out the window. The crescent moon was low in the sky, shining brightly through strands of thin clouds. You glanced at the man across from you, who met your gaze with a teasing raised brow.

“Yeah? Even in the beginning?”

You scowled, face flaming.

“Doesn’t count. You looked at me then too.”

He scoffed.

“Just your face”

You splashed him lightly with the water, still scowling.

“Good. Though there’s not much to look at though so… whatever I guess.”

“There’s lots to look at” he muttered, seemingly unwittingly. You cocked your head in confusion.

“Did you just call me fat?”

“What?! No! I-I-I… it’s just… you…”

Your quiet giggles quickly turned into full laughter at his frantic scrabbling. He finally stopped and glared at you, jutting his bottom lip out. Was he…?

“Awww are you pouting?”

“No!”

“You sure?”

“Yes! Now shut up so I can soak in peace!”

You giggled.

“Yes sir” you said mockingly. He tensed briefly at your reply and shifted his legs under the water. You narrowed your eyes, but dismissed it, exhaustion crashing over you again.

You must’ve fallen asleep, because the next thing you knew, there was a gentle hand stroking hair from your head. You were warm, too warm. Your head was leaning against something firm but with some give. You hummed, opening your eyes. You were in the bath still. Zoro was next to you, letting your head rest on his shoulder. Unthinkingly, you snuggled into him, grabbing his arm and cuddling it to your chest. You felt him stiffen.

“You awake now?”

Your head shot up, and a wave of dizziness made you slump back down. You groaned.

“How long?”

“Not very. About twenty minutes”

You hummed, blinking a few times.

“Dizzy” you slurred sleepily.

“Let’s get you out of here then. Can I carry you? I won’t look.”

You grunted an affirmative, but still whined when your comfy headrest rose out of your reach as he shifted. You tried to tilt your head up to look at him, but that made your dizziness even worse.

“I’m going to pick you up now” he warned. You tried to raise one arm, but felt it swaying. A hand grasped it, and wrapped it around the back of a wide neck. You felt one corded arm under your shoulder blades, and the other under your knees, and he lifted you carefully out of the bath. You groaned with the movement, letting your head loll into his chest.

“Let’s get you dressed and some water.” You could feel the vibration of his voice in his chest.

“Zoro?”

“Hm?”

“You’re good.”

“I’m good?”

“Mmhmm. A good person”

“Whatever you say.”

He placed you on the small bench in the changing area, ducking back into the bathroom to grab the towels. The room spun, and you swayed in your seat. A solid hand fell onto your shoulder.

“Maybe we should see Chopper”

“Poor Chopper. Me again? Poor guy” you muttered. The filter between your brain and mouth was completely gone, erased though exhaustion and dizziness.

“Can you dry off?” A towel was shoved into your hands, and you clumsily swiped at your torso and thighs, unable to dip down to dry your calves. You tried to dry your back, but you dropped the towel.

“Good enough. I’ll help you stand so put your underwear on.”

You were raised to standing, and you were only kept on your feet by the swordsman’s grip on your shoulders. You somehow managed to put on your underwear through muscle memory, though it was clumsily done. You moaned, utterly exhausted.

“’m sorry” you mumbled.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“You’re helping me so much. I’m not giving anything in return.”

“You don’t need to give anything in return. We’re crewmates”

“I love you guys.”

Zoro snorted.

“What are you, drunk? Raise your arms.” He instructed. You ended up lightly smacking his chin clumsily with a floppy hand, but still managed the task. He wrangled your slack body into your shirt and slid your pants back on.

“Fuckin hell it’s like dealing with a child.” He muttered.

“I think you’re good with kids. It’s adorable. You should let your childish side out more, other than arguing with Sanji” you swayed as you talked, more from exhaustion than dizziness as your body cooled.

“Thanks for the advice” Zoro replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“You’re welcome” you said cheerfully.

“Okay I’m going to carry you to the kitchen now.”

You nodded, moaning with a new wave of dizziness overcoming your senses with the movement.

“Strong man” you muttered as he slung you over his shoulder like a sack. He was obviously ignoring you at this point, which you were okay with. You were just so… tired.

You briefly remember someone coaxing you to drink some cold water, with some voices floating in the background, then strong arms tucking you into bed. The last thing you remember was a light kiss on the forehead, with a man whispering, “sleep well”.

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newlesbianprideflag · 10 months

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another flashfic !! -- @trvbblemaker requested pining byler one bed trope! hopefully i can deliver :D (crossposted on ao3)

There's a long road between here and home.

If 'home' is even the right word — Will's barely sure Hawkins counts anymore. If it ever did. Really, home has always been the people — his mom (who's in Alaska, or wherever she ended up) and Jonathan (two feet in front of him, pulling the tired van into a motel spot) and Mike. Or, well, used to be. (Maybe he is, again.) (Two feet to his left, smiling when he catches Will looking.) (It would be nice to bracketed by home, with all the unsurety.)

The eye contact between them doesn't break for a second, then two, then Will is jolting upright at the sound of a doorslam. He looks sheepishly at Mike, then away. He gets out of the car.

Jonathan doesn't say anything as they walk into the motel, and neither do Will or Mike. Argyle is babbling on something about how it's the water quality that makes the grass so sallow and fragile, and it's the type of thing that might actually be interesting if Will had the ability to focus. As it is, he is distracted. Mike keeps bumping his shoulder with Will's, every collision a spot of warmth that is immediately noted when it is made absent.

Hard to rip off a bandaid when it keeps getting reapplied.

They barely have enough money for a single room, so that's all they get. Better than napping in the back of the van, only to wake up to find himself fallen against Mike's shoulder. (He hasn't slept much since then.) It's a suite set-up, at least, and when Will offers the two elders take the two actual beds in the room, they accept. Or, Argyle had already entered the room, while Jonathan, exhaustion in the heavy set of his eyes, half-heartedly argues for the kids to have it. But he does cave.

Which leaves the living room to Mike and Will.

They stand there, facing the couch, for a moment after the drivers head into the other room, Mike's swaying body making his shoulder's bump with Will's again. "I can sleep on the floor," Will offers, determined to at least step away from this.

He can nearly hear Mike's frown. "What? No, it's got to be a pull-out, right? It isn't just a couch."

Will is so tired he nearly demands to know how that makes a difference — marginally more space, sure, but the problem is the sharing, the proximity, all the things Will wishes he could handle, that he were good enough to, but can't. He doesn't say anything, though. And when he does, it's:

"You brought it in?" Will asks, trying not to stare to fixedly on the rolled up and packaged painting that leans, so easily, against Mike's backpack.

Mike glances to where Will is pointing, before walking back over to the couch. "Yeah." He shrugs and keeps his gaze on the cushions he's removing. "I didn't want — it getting stolen. Or anything. Didn't want to abandon it, right?"

Will's still looking at it. Mike had set it down so delicately. "I guess. I mean, I didn't think it..." But of course it matters. It's a symbol, a promise, of the kind of love Mike wants, even though it doesn't come from from Will. And it was Will's doing — he had made it something that would matter to Mike, on purpose. So—

"Of course it matters," Mike echoes Will's thoughts, like he's there. Like that thread between them hadn't snapped in the rain-soaked Indiana woods a year ago. "Your art has always been my favorite thing," he says it so casual that if he hadn't been turned far enough for Will to see the full flush of his face, he might've believed Mike was so unaffected. "I always kinda wished that you'd send me sketches in the mail. I mean, I get why you didn't, obviously, but. I missed seeing the things you made." Before Will has any chance to respond, to force through the tightness of his throat to give any affirmation besides a nod, Mike is standing away from the pull-out bed, successfully transformed from its couch-state. "There. There's probably blankets and pillows in the closet, if you want to grab them."

"Okay," Will responds. He doesn't move, until Mike cocks his head to the side, eyebrows furrowed, and Will is almost about to ask why when he realizes it's because he hasn't moved. "Sorry," he follows up with, and goes to grab the sheets, face flushed.

Because, what does he do with this? With Mike who didn't call him for months, never wrote him a quarter of the letters he wrote El, who acted like he didn't exist, but had apparently been put out that Will wasn't mailing him the sort of stupid sketches Mike hadn't cared about since he started dating El? What does he do with that?

"Here," Will says, dropping the pillows and blanket down next to the makeshift bed. He holds out a sheet. "Are you any good at fitted sheets? Mom's shown me a dozen times but I'm still really shit at them," Will shrugs, smile faltering as he shrugs.

Mike looks at the sheet in Will's hand, then up at his face, then away, scratching at the back of his neck. "Uh..." He laughs, something awkward. "I've never put one on myself."

"Wow," Will says, and then starts laughing. "Well, we're a good team on that, then."

Mike laughs, too, and it's gorgeous. As always. "Could we just lay a normal sheet on it? Is that a terrible idea?"

Will nods, obliging. "No, we can do that. But Jonathan's gonna be so disappointed in me when he sees."

Mike nudges Will's shoulder with his own. Again. "We'll just put the bed away before he's up."

"Because you're great at getting up early."

"I can be!"

It takes them about five minutes and three retries to even get a flat sheet folded satisfactorily to sleep on, and by that point they're both exhausted, and a bit giggly with sleep, and the way Mike keeps smiling at him and bumping their arms builds something — It isn't confidence, Will doesn't think. But it does assuage the fear, just a bit, just enough that he doesn't make himself offer to sleep on the floor again. Just enough that, when he lies down in bed, he doesn't position himself so far from Mike that he's basically falling off the edge.

It's nice. Letting himself be so close.

"Will," Mike says, soft in the darkness and the small space between them. His hand brushes Will's shoulder, just enough for him to turn, make eye-contact the best he can in low-vision. Will waits for him to say something else, and when he doesn't—

Will prompts, "Yeah?"

"Are you okay?" The hand resettles, firm but cautious, ready to be removed if wanted, on Will's bicep. "I mean — that's a stupid question. Of course you're not — with El, and the Upside Down, and spending hours in that fucking van — But I mean. Besides that. Emotionally, or whatever. Are you okay?"

Will shakes his head, and tries to smile, but can tell it will seem fake, even through the dark. It will seem fake, when there is just enough light that his wet eyes will surely glint, surely be noticeable. But still, he says, "I'm fine, Mike."

"Will." The hand moves down, wraps around Will's own. "You don't have to talk about, okay? But — in the van, with the painting..." Will shuts his eyes, but that doesn't do a thing to keep out the sincerity in Mike's voice. "I got the sense you didn't want to talk about it then. And I wanted to respect that! But I didn't want you to think that I didn't notice. Or didn't care. Because I do. And if you wanted to talk about it—"

"Mike," Will can hear his voice break. His eyes being shut don't really do anything to keep the tears from shedding. "I'm fine, I'm fine."

He hears Mike sigh, and squeeze his hand again. "Do you want to be alone? I can go, like wander the halls or something. I'm sorry for bringing it up."

Fuck, Will is terrible. "No, no, it's okay. I'm okay." He wishes he wasn't such a fucking crybaby.

"No because you want me here or because you don't want to make me leave? Because—"

"Stay," Will says, and grips Mike's hand in his own. "Please. Sorry. I'm sorry."

Mike must have, at some point, moved his head to Will's pillow, because he feels the shift in the fabric as Mike shakes his head. "Will, you didn't do anything wrong." But he did. He lied, and he has been lying, for years. He is a terrible friend. "It's okay."

"I'll tell you," Will says, unsure yet if this will turn out to be another lie. He thinks of the painting in the corner of a room. He thinks of Mike's head on his pillow, Mike's hand in his own. He thinks it might just be true. "Soon. I don't want to talk about it right now. But I— I promise I will."

"You don't have to," Mike assures. "But I mean, I do want to know."

Will nods, and turns to lie on his back, looking up at the ceiling. "Okay."

"Okay." His hand untangles Will's, but before Will can miss it, Mike is wrapping his arm around Will's torso, pulling him a bit closer. "Is this okay?" Mike asks, breath warm on Will's neck.

And if Will had any sense of self-preservation, he would say no. He would make the space. He would recreate the distance and forget how it felt to share a bed when they were kids and not let himself imagine how it could be to share a bed now, wrapped up in Mike and his gentle hold and his sincerity. Wrapped up in something that looks dangerously similar to hope.

"Yeah," he agrees, instead. "'S good."

"Cool," Mike says, and Will laughs.

"Cool."

When Will falls asleep, it is the easiest it's been in years.

#gonna be honest its been a hot minute since ive watched s4 and i kinda... dont remember the timeline at all #so if this isnt feasible timeline-wise in canon its an au where it is feasible. simple.#no ive written more of this now. im like 90% sure this doesnt fit in the timeline we are IGNORING it #byler #byler fanfic

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minimoefoe · 2 months

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thoughts after reading a court of silver flames for the first time

before and while reading this book tiktok was force-feeding me many acotar vids so this is what I already knew going in/found out while reading but before I got to those moments:

feyre gets pregnant, rhys keeps some kind of secret about the pregnancy from feyre, the baby has wings, it's called nyx

cassian and nesta get together (obviously)

there's someone called gwyn, ppl ship her with azriel

nesta changes her and feyre's bodies so they can have winged babies??

nesta loses her power to save feyre and/or rhys

thoughts after reading

rhys (and everyone else but especially rhys) not telling feyre about how risky the birth was gonna be is INSANE. I know it's rhys' thing to not tell ppl things but at a certain point it's like okay you're just a twat actually. like.. feyre deserves to know there's a big chance this baby is gonna kill her

ALSO, it's literally a thing that feyre in a previous book was like hey don't keep things from me, tell me your plans and he KEPT keeping secrets and then he does this as well...?

I was thinking that maybe this is purposely to show rhys isn't perfect and we'll see growth from him/he'll get called out at some point but going by how it got brushed over pretty quickly and he's kept secrets before and nothing happened I'd say it seems like sarah j maas fr doesn't realise how fucked it is that rhy keeps doing this and getting sway with it

I'm glad nesta told feyre about the baby stuff even if it didn't come out in the nicest way and I don't think anyone should've given her shit for it. rhys being like 'get her to leave or I'll kill her' PLEASE grow up

it simultaneously was really cool and really strange to have the focus not be on feyre (and rhys) like part of me was like omg it's an end of an era and things won't be the same and another part of me was like UGH how cool to be getting more details on other characters within the series and get to also see rhys and feyre continue their lives in a subplot. I really liked it but also it was sad/strange

nesta thinking elain would love the spring court, elain not looking like she fits in at the night court... it smells of her getting with lucien and tamlin being redeemed and them moving to the spring court idk

I was thinking the house being alive was just some weird shit that wasn't gonna get addressed at all but I liked it a lot

seeing nesta make friends and stuff made me so happy. I found her mildly annoying at first, which isn't a shock bc she's been annoying for a while now, but I did get that it was bc she was going through shit so I tried not to be too annoyed at her but seeing her pull herself together throughout the book was so worth her annoyingness I think

Cassian taking Nesta on a however many day trek through the mountains after she revealed the baby stuff was very odd

Eris is so !! I need more info about him and wtf he's refusing to tell anyone except Mor

I knew going in that people ship Az and Gwyn but they barely interact 😭 I don't really see the appeal rn but if we ever get more of them I'll defo be down

I gave the book 4.5 stars bc I LOVED it so much like it was Nesta just reading books, walking down stairs, sucking dick and healing herself and we love that but the stuff with the crown etc didn't sink in fully so I think I need to pay more attention whenever I reread and I'm not sure how I feel about the stuff with rhys and feyre. them having a baby isn't my fave thing but I can live with it like whatever, the whole secret keeping thing is where it loses me the most like it was just ridiculous

need an Elain focused book right now so we can unpack her, Lucien, and Azriel bc I find it very intriguing. I'm team Lucien but the buzz I get when Azriel and Elain are weird around each other is kinda crazy. I skimmed the bonus chapter but I need to go back and read it properly

Emerie CLEARLY fancies Mor like hello

#reading thoughts #nesta archeron #cassian acotar #idk if i have more thougjts #will edit and add them if i think of any

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Return to origin chapter 4 part 2 Clay and Viva

The pink troll duo head back to Vivas makeshift house to catch up with each other while Clay took his brothers to talk in private.

The pink duo was having so much fun with each other. They clicked so well together it was amazing. "So I was thinking about getting more into, like, reading short stories and essays instead of full novels"Poppy says her tail swaying.

"Ooh, I love that for you" She says smiling as she goes to get more stuff for them to do. "Yeah,but, um But just to circle back real quick. I still have a million questions about what happened" Poppy says, she needs to know what exactly happened for her sister to end up here.

"I used to live at the Troll Tree. I was there when you were born.And you were so cute.

Kinda like you are now, only teensier and weensier and not as fluffy and" She says before gasping. "Do you wanna make candy necklaces that we never finish because we eat all the candy?" She asks excited. She really didn't want to bring up old memories of.....that time. She knows Poppy just wants to know but she just can't handle thinking about that time.

"Obviously!"She says excited her tail tumping against the couch. 'No, no that sounds exciting but you need to focus Poppy she is trying to redirect you, you can think about candy necklaces later' she thinks to herself.

"But, Veev, I’m just gonna need you to focus here and, and tell me everything. Why am I only learning about you now? What happened?" She needs to know.

"We got accidentally separated" Viva says using a robot like voice with a pen dispenser as it dispenses a pez that Poppy catches. "And I’ve lived here ever since. The end. Wanna do candy toe rings next?"Viva says trying to redirect again. "Accidentally separated?" Poppy asks both confused and worried for her sister. Why was she being so defensive?

*cut to Clay and the others*

"Look I'm sure you guys want an explanation as to why Viva is acting like this" He tells the group. "Yeah an explanation would be good" Branch says crossing his arms. "Viva doesn’t like to talk about it. It’s too painful for her. But she’s been here ever since the night of the great Bergen attack" Clay explains to the group. "Wait what?" Bruce says surprised. "That was twenty years ago!" Branch exclaims shocked.

Viva was humming as she was making candy necklaces seemingly not phased. "Viva, are you talking about the night the trolls escaped Bergen Town?" Poppy asked,that happened twenty years ago! Viva stops her humming for a second "Oh, yeah." She simply replies before resuming her humming

"Not everyone made it out of that tree. Some of them got trapped by Bergens. They were this close to getting eaten…" Clay explains as he reminisces it wasn't pleasant for him but it didn't effect him as bad as it did Viva. "Until Viva and some of the other trolls fought them off." He says as he remembers Viva and other trolls using their hair to whip at Bergen hands that were trying to grab them along with punching and kicking said hands thankfully it worked at deterring the bergens long enough for them to escape.

"But by then…the tunnels had collapsed,and they were cut off from the rest" Clay says as he remembers feeling scared as he saw the collapsed tunnels but thankfully Viva was there to help lead them to another way out though it took some effort.

"We travled for a bit and soon Viva found this old, abandoned Bergen golf course and transformed it into this troll utopia. We formed this little sanctuary of survivors. I added fire exits, she added her heart and soul." Clay says with a smile. It took time and effort but they made it work and now everyone is living here....mostly peacefully. There were times where people would wake up screaming from a nightmare. They couldn't party too loud in case it would alert bergens to their location but they still made it work. They also have plenty of drills for all kinds of situations,it's always good to be prepared.

"I’ve thought so many times about leaving, you know, to look for you and Dad, but it’s not safe out there" Viva says her ears lowering a bit in sadness. Countless nights she has woken up in a sweat from a nightmare it usually ended with Poppy and her dad getting eaten by a bergen or some kind of predator. She has thought about leaving and she really tried but everytime she got to the door....her feet just wouldn't let her move and she just went back to her home saddened by her own lack of courage.

"Okay. Obviously this is a lot,and you should be able to open up about this on your own time. But we’ll have plenty of time to work through this on the way to Mount Rageous" Poppy says,tail swaying impatient she knows she needs to get Branch and the bros and head to mount rageous asap,Floyd probably doesn't have much time left. Viva puts a candy necklace around Poppy's fluffy neck, normally she eats it all before she finishes making it.

"Whoa! I am not going to Mount Rageous. And neither are you, silly. You’re never gonna leave again" Viva says leaving the home and shutting the door behind her. She can't let her sister go she just cant! She was lucky to be able to survive this long and now she wants to go back out into the danger filled world again?! No way that's happening not if she can stop it.

Meanwhile Poppy just stares at Viva in concern. She has seen this behavior before....with Branch when he was gray. They both don't want to go out and just stay hidden away from the world becuase of their fears. She managed to help Branch with his fears....most of them. She can help her sister too with hers.

Clay has grabbed a bag of supplies for the road, he needs to be prepared for anything and everything that comes their way. Branch looks inside the bag impressed at how resourceful Clay has become. "Okay, guys, if we’re gonna save Floyd,we need to get going." Clay tells the group.

"Right I'll go get Poppy"Branch says getting ready to get his girlfriend when Clay gently grabs his shoulder. Branch flinches just a small bit at the touch but thankfully Ckay quickly let's go. "No, no, no, wait. Hold on.

There’s no way Viva’s gonna let her go"Clay says. He has been here with Viva for 2p years he knows her almost more than she knows herself and there is no way she is going to let Poppy go after she just reunited with her.

"What? What are you talking about Clay" Branch asks confused. Sure Viva might be a bit upset that Poppy has to go for a bit but they would come back. Of course they would come back they would want to reintroduce the putt putt trolls to pop village and trollstopia. Why would Viva not let Poppy go though?

"Like I said, she’s got some stuff going on, man.

If we don’t wanna get trapped, we should sneak out now" Clay says whispering but it seems that Viva and the other trolls knew what he was going to do anyways as they have turned on the lights and shut the door trapping Rhonda behind it who paws at the door.

"Oh,Hey Viva! What's up girl?" Clay asks as if he wasn't just planning to leave. She along with other putt putt trolls look at him with firm look making sure he doesn't leave this place. Poppy who had managed to leave the housed finally makes it to the group. "Viva! What are you doing?" Poppy asks.

"You’re not leaving here no matter what, because......because it’s just not safe out there. You’re welcome." She says crossing jer arms her tone firm and final. "Wait, is this about the Bergens? Because they stopped trying to eat us. That’s all in the past" Poppy explains. She can't believe she frogot to mention that to her! Maybe now she will listen.

"Yeah, right.That’s hilarious, Poppy. I’m laughing really hard."Viva says angry. Friend with the bergens? Yeah right as if they would be friends with the very creatures that held them captive in a cage and ate them once a year. She knows they did it only to feel happiness but still that doesn't excuse them! Poppy doesn't understand what horrors Viva saw during trollstice as she was a few years younger than Viva. Viva has witnessed and heard the horrors and screams of trolls during trollstice,Poppy never has. Poppy has never felt the fear of wondering if she will be eaten that year or will live to see another day.

"I’m serious Viva,Bridget, my best friend I was telling you about,she’s a Bergen. Look, Bridget and I do a million fun things together. We talk and we play games and we sing songs. And make up these really bad dances.It’s a lot like....well actually.....it’s a lot like what you and I have been doing. The world’s a lot different than it used to be."Poppy says showing Viva her scrapbook of her and Brudget doing fun stuff together much to Vivas shock and confusion. Just what happened for the trolls to make peace with the bergens?!

Maybe Viva needs a second opinion from someone else. Someone who has gone through what she went through. Branch knows he is the best troll for the job,him and Viva have alot in common.

"Viva, look, I used to be just like you. I built a bunker,and I lived in it for years because I knew it was safe.And, sure, it kept me alive.

And I never had to wear pants,but I was living without pants.Does that make sense?"Branch says hoping this is getting through to the blond haired troll. Also he hates wearing pants around his bunker even more now cause of his tail,pants are more restricting even when he has tried to make them as comfortable as possible.

"Well I feel judged" Tiny Diamond says pulling back at the baby sling. "You don’t understand Poppy.I just got my sister back.I’m not gonna lose you. For anything" Viva says holding the scrapbook close. She can't lose Poppy....not again she isn't sure if she can handle it. She has nearly gone grey at times during the early months living here thinking her baby sister didn't make it.

They then hear the sounds of the chains being moved and the door opening. Turning around she sees....the outside world. "Clay?" Viva asks in confusion. "I’m sorry, Viva, but we have to leave. I don’t wanna lose my brother either" Ckay tell her. He hopes she will understand maybe not right this minute....but she will later on. Becuase he knows that if this happened to Poppy Viva would leave to go rescue Poppy.

"Cmon guys let's move!" Clay says as he jumps down and the others begin to head out. "No. No, Poppy, wait!"Viva says desperate as she follows but the moment she steps past that yellow line she freezes in fear with a gasp and quickly backs away into the golf course. 'Cmon stupid legs move!' Viva mentally screams to herself. Why is it that EVERY. TIME. SHE GETS TO THIS STUPID.LINE SHE.FREEZES.UP! Her sister is leaving and she can't even follow her becuase of her fear. Even Branch who she has alot in common with could conquer his fear why couldn't she?!

"Poppy, please!I want you to stay!" She begs her. She can't bear to see her sister leave after just reuniting with her. Poppy turns back her ears drooping and her tail low in sadness. She sees how Viva feels about leaving this place. She can see that Viva wants to leave she really does but just like with Branch she has a blockage that is preventing her from doing so.

"Viva, I can’t do that. But you can come with us. And I know you think it’s risky,and maybe it is, but it’ll be worth it. Family’s always worth it" Poppy offers Viva her paw. She hopes this will work though she highly doubts it would. Branch watches on in sadness, he felt the same way not too long ago. He knows coaxing won't work. This has to be something Viva has to do herself.

Viva looks at Poppys paw she wants to take it. She wants to take it so badly but.....she can't she just can't. "No, no, no, I can’t. I'm sorry Poppy I just can't." Viva says handing Poppy back the scrapbook and closing the door.

Poppy watches in sadness as this happens. He hopes after this whole rescue mission of over and done with and they come back Poppy will be able to help Viva conquer her fear together. Still she lays the scrapbook down in case Viva ever wants to look through it again.

Branch puts a paw on her back to soothe her as if telling her 'hey its alright you tried' they both look at each other and smile before heading back inside Rhonda and they take off ready to rescue Floyd.

#trolls #trolls 3 #branch #poppy #broppy #return to origin #jd #john dory #Bruce #spruce #Clay #viva

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dameronology · 2 years

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steve harrington + "you don't love me anymore?"

request: ok so obviously the scene with steve & nancy breaking up in the bathroom is fucking heartbreaking BUT if he had a similar convo with his s.o later on when he's a little older (maybe s3-4, young adult sorta age) and he's a bit more mature now?? would he put up a fight, would he let them go?? i'm so desperate to hear what u think

a/n: that scene killed me!! i'm glad it made way for nancy + jonathan but my god it's painful to watch😭😭

warnings: angst, no spoilers for s4

part two

i say this with all the love in the world: steve is low-key a dumbass and it would take him a while to pick up on something being wrong. probably bc he's so happy and content in your little routine - with him working at the mall, babysitting spending time with the hawkins kids, coming home to you - that he never stops to think about the fact you might not be

because of all the things that happened in the lead up to you guys being in a relationship - barb's disappearance, nancy suddenly breaking up with him, dealing with all the shit from the upside down all whilst dealing with the fact his parents are disappointed in him - your relationship is like...everything to him. so when he does realise that you're slipping away, it hits him like a fucking train

it's one night when you're about to drift off to bed; you've had a long day at college and he's telling you about him & robin goofing off at work all day. steve rolls over to sleep and says i love you

it's when you shove his arms off of you and don't say those three words back that he feels his heart break in two

even more so than yours, because this isn't easy for you either. steve is funny and sweet and the biggest idiot you've ever met and you have literally every reason to love him and not a single one to push him away

but sometimes, things just happen. you can't help how you feel. there's no reason for it. it just kinda feels like your life is moving forward and steve is in the past, no matter how hard you try to pull him with you

he approaches you the next morning in the kitchen. there's no greeting, no good morning kiss or hug like always. he just finds you in the corner making coffee and he says it simply and plainly.

"you don't love me anymore, do you?"

when he said to those words to nancy two or three years before, it was different. she was his first love, but they were high school students. they had their whole lives ahead of them to get over each other but he was really convinced that this, that you and him, were it.

so he's not gonna let you go without a fight lol. even when you burst into tears and promise that you love him, you're just not in love with him, he takes you in his arms and sways you kinda side to side to comfort you

because even though he's hurting too he knows this is just as hard for you. he knows you and he knows that you would never do a single thing to hurt him intentionally. it's sucky for both of you.

he makes a promise to you then & there that you can work it out. steve has never been one to beg but he almost does in that moment.

he hears you out. he listens to you talk about how you were just teenagers when you got together, and now you've both grown up and you're just not the same person you used to be. sometimes people grow together and sometimes they don't.

steve doesn't understand it, because he loves you more now than he was ever capable of as a dumb ass 17 year old but what can he do?? he can't make you stay with him

so he accepts it, however hard it is, because he just wants you to be happy, even if that means not being with you

but some part of him still holds out hope that you might come back one day

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington imagines #steve harrington reader insert #steve harrington headcanons #stranger things headcanons #stranger things imagines #stranger things imagine

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mokutone · 1 year

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Wait are you still around episode 200 of Naruto Shippuden? How do you feel about it? What arc are you watching rn?

i think i'm at 208 rn? actual answer will be under the cut

i like it! i can only manage about 3 episodes a night though because the pace of information has increased RAPIDLY!!! like. my chats with kate (my best friend who got me into naruto) are really messy now and frantic when im watching naruto

it used to be that i could watch like 5 or 6 episodes in a row without feeling like i'd seen anything i'd want to tell them about, but now i'm constantly having to pause naruto to give them my liveblogged observations.

i think i'm at the 5 hokage summit arc. literally the last episode i watched, danzō revealed his fucked up sharingan arm to "madara" (who i am dead sure is just obito) and sasuke. i know sasuke kills madara. i hope this is where it is.

i feel really bad for all the team kakashi kids. like. sakura, the perfect mirror of her sensei, is trying to take on the burden of the whole team and spare everyone elses feelings, she said she accepts if naruto hates her for killing sasuke, i think part of her would probably want naruto to hate her for killing sasuke.

sai was just trying to "look out" for naruto (it seems he's really recently developed a bit of a. shockingly protective tendency towards naruto? i think he's finally given in to the sway of naruto's weird ability to make other lonely teenage boys obsessed with him) but he fucked up big time and goaded sakura into trying to kill sasuke, which obviously. is not. comforting for any of them.

naruto literally has not had a second to rest, every 5 seconds somebody comes to him with a new problem and is like "also? this thing you loved and trusted is exploding. good luck" and he looks dead on his feet.

yamato seems like hes getting REALLY agitated about that specifically? like when sakura showed up and started confessing her love to naruto and following it up immediately with "so stop looking for sasuke! please stop looking for sasuke. its fine. stop looking for sasuke" Yamato seemed to get almost legitimately mad. kakashi kinda kept him from interfering.

then sai's clone appeared and explained sakura planned to kill sasuke. and then gaara showed up and explained that sasuke attacked the 5 hokage summit. and naruto seemed so exhausted and overwhelmed he looked like he was gonna pass out. yamato, again, stepped forward like he was gonna try to help but kakashi held him back again and was like "let naruto deal with this on his own"

fair enough. a probably the last thing naruto needs is having somebody up in his space trying to make him feel better when he's already so bad at allowing himself to experience negative feelings in the first place. fair enough.

also unrelated but i hate when obito sucks people into the hole in his twisty little mask. it looks like hes inhaling them. like the kirby.

i am sitting here trying to watch naruto and then it looks like he just fucking eats torune and fū (danzō's special Root Bodyguards). man. that obito guy is weird.

#yamswers #abstractwithahumanheart #sorry this was SUCH a long response #there was also a very interesting little moment where temari is telling kakashi hes got to be hokage #and kakashi is hedging about it like "uhhh i don't...i don't want to do that. if. if not everyone agrees.''#and then yamato behind him comes in strong with a like ''Okay. Well. Everyone will agree. So you should just proceed as though—#''—you're going to become hokage Kakashi. Besides if the Akatsuki or Madara attacked we can't allow ourselves to be slow to respond.''#and matt mercer who is his va makes the choice to say that last bit very softly like an apology...it's very. interesting. i like it #its like he saw kakashi beginning to shrink back and was like ''oh no. no. you have to do this. but i'm sorry you have to''#he does an excellent yamato i have to say like i thoroughly enjoy his dub work in this

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so i saw the better world au and I wonder..what the flash family be up too in that world. after losing so many people are they on the justice lords sides, or is something else going on with them. because I think if Jay loses just one person he will break.

Ooh good question…

For Jay I totally agree with you - the death of Bart would break him - so I see him being in some sort of incapacitated state… not dead but not really living anymore either. Maybe the pain pushed him to have some sort of breakdown which he never recovered from. Or maybe he continued going on missions despite not being in the right headspace and something went wrong - accident or attack - which left him comatose and hooked up on life support - something Jaime would refuse to allow being turned off - despite it maybe being the kinder option to let him go. With whatever state he's in, Jay would be in need of constant care which Jaime would ensure he got, Jay would be a little like hawkgirl in the original JLa episode - unresponsive and hidden away in some facility. So, while Jaime would be the one who takes charge of ensuring the man is kept alive - consumed by the need to “protect” all those who mattered most to Bart - Ed on the other hand would be the one who actually goes to visit Jay - maybe once a week, maybe even everyday, whatever it is he makes sure the man isn’t forgotten about and keeps him company for at least a bit. Ed talks to him, keeping him updated on what’s happening in the world so he doesn’t feel left out and also talks to him about the thoughts in his own head - the thoughts he no longer feels comfortable telling anyone else anymore - Jay is the only person he can truly express himself to now in this “better world”, he’s kinda the last connection to Bart he feels he has left.

With Barry I’m not totally set on what his actual situation would be… he may be dead, he may be imprisoned or he may be in hiding… Despite the circumstances that pushed Jaime and the others over the edge - Bart’s death - I still don’t think he would succumb to the darkness and join them - I don’t think any of the leaguers would. Therefore, when the league get overthrown by the new justice lords regime, Barry along with all the other leaguers would be marked as wanted criminals - which would force him to go on the run. If caught he may be given a little leniency and imprisoned instead of killed (or however it is they’re dealing with criminals in this version) since he is Bart’s grandfather… though, since this au essentially sees Jaime becoming the monster of Bart’s original timeline, part of me wonders if Jaime would just straight up kill him - again removing Barry from any future Bart’s life. Maybe Jaime did try giving him a chance to join their fight but Barry said something Jaime didn’t want to hear and he snaps - killing the man then and there… Though if that is what happened, then I imagine Jaime lying about it to everyone - saying Barry got away and remains on the run, or that he’s been successfully captured and locked away in the highest security prison - but no one is allowed to see him without Jaimes permission - which he obviously gives no one.

Iris would be like Lois in the original episode - in some kind of “protective” custody for her own “safety” - otherwise known as, under house arrest so she can’t cause any trouble. Like Barry, she would not be okay with the new regime - even if her husband wasn’t being hunted for refusing to change his ways - shes a reporter, which means she’s all about freedom of information, whether good or bad - something probably definitely not wanted in this new “better” world…

As for the twins, I did consider them being with her, but now I’m actually swaying towards the idea of them being taken and put in some sort of school for meta kids - just to make things extra angsty. Maybe this school/facility is a derivative of the MHYC - where young kids with active meta genes are trained and mentored in using their powers - whilst also guiding them in the new ways of “justice”. I see those who were linked with Taos being mentors/trainers here, like livewire, Wendy and looker, and maybe Ed is the director of the facility - though only really in name, as like I’ve said before, he’s a bit reclusive and isn’t seen much of. I also see Jaime having a particular interest in Donny - given that he’s Bart’s future dad - Jaime ensures he’s given special treatment and is very overprotective of him - he may even take it as far as tracking down/ keeping an eye out for Bart’s future mother (if she even exists yet) and ensuring nothing happens to her either. Jaime would be very paranoid and it would make him very controlling.

So in short, Iris has her kids taken from her, jays catatonic, her husband’s missing, Bart’s dead, the worlds gone topsy turvy and she’s locked away… basically things suck for the flashfam!

Thanks for the ask anon - I enjoyed thinking up these answers - though I am sorry for the delay!

#tackling the backlog #thanks anon!#ask box #my response #justice lords #better world au #young justice #yj #bart allen #eduardo dorado jr #jaime reyes #blue beetle #jay garrick #barry allen #flashfam #iris west allen

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