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A Good Catch ~ Part 1

✨600 Followers Fic Celebration!✨

I am so grateful for all of you! This has been such a wonderful time, and having all of you around to nerd out with, and to share my writing with is the best! Shanks won the poll for the next x Reader fic, and I hope you enjoy it!

Pairings: Shanks x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 4367

Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 (End)

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Summary: You are an unlucky fisherwoman having a bad day, until a red haired pirate captain offers to help you out. You're pretty sure he only makes it worse.

Rating/Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MDNI, AFAB!Reader, She/Her Pronouns for Reader, Reader-Insert, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Angst, Teasing, Flirting, I feel like there's some romance tropes I could tag, but I usually just write smut, so please let me know what silly tropes I have in here 😅

A/N: I am having so much fun with this one! I'm doing my best to keep it to 3 parts, so wish me luck 😅 Please enjoy this fluffy first chapter!

“Now I’m gonna get murdered by pirates,” you grumbled to yourself as the ship crept ever closer. “Just fucking perfect.”

The windless sea was no challenge for the massive pirate ship. All you could do was sit with your pile of fish, jealous of the huge oars guiding the threat to you.

Dread loomed as that jolly roger closed the distance, like an animal baring its fangs before it strikes. Crossed blades, and a sinister skull with red stripes over its left eye socket.

You didn’t pay enough attention to the gossip and wanted posters to remember who was headed your way.

Not that it matters. They’re pirates.

It was too much to hope that they’d pass you by.

A few voices carried over from the deck, until a tall man leaned over the side. His bright, red hair hung still against this stupidly windless sky.

“Hey, friend,” he called, the sun at your back giving you a glimpse of his wide smile, even from so high above you.

“We’re not friends,” you countered, crossing your arms to keep him from noticing your shaky hands.

“I suppose not. You seem like you’re in a spot of trouble though, and we’re happy to help.”

His deep voice sounded so friendly. Genuine. Charming.

He’s just trying to lure me into his trap. Who knows what they’d do to me on that ship…

“The sun’s getting pretty low for a small boat to be all the way out here,” he judged, trying to block the glare as he looked down at you. “I don’t think we’ll be getting much more wind today.”

“Thank you, I’ll be fine.”

His pause made your skin itch, wishing he would stop looking at you.

“We can bring your boat with us. I’m assuming you’re from that village a ways to the west?”

It must have been a trick of your eyes, it couldn’t happen so quickly. But you swore the day inched closer to night faster with every second. You watched the light grow golden as it lit up the red haired man, and his pirate ship.

Fuck.

“I refuse to be rescued,” you choked out, nails digging into your arms.

“Okay,” he said in an annoyingly teasing tone, “if you insi–”

“I’ll pay you for the service! I had a great haul before…”

“Sounds good to me,” he laughed, deep and hearty. As if he were truly happy.

You had thought pirates would seem scarier. Maybe this is worse.

You barely heard his shouts as men started to lower ropes down, prepping to save you.

“You should know I’m armed,” you yelled up at the back of his head, continuing when he faced you again. “Anyone touches me, and they’ll lose a hand.”

“I’ll be on my guard then. I’ve been running out of those.”

You didn’t understand, or appreciate his teasing while you waited.

“Welcome aboard!”

Pirates echoed the red haired man’s welcome, and you assumed he was the captain as the rest busied themselves about. He sat on deck, calm as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Now that you were so close, you couldn’t help but notice the rippled muscles of his chest and stomach between his mostly open shirt.

Besides the cloak over his shoulders, he didn’t seem to wear anything that could mark him as captain. Unless his red hair, and three scars over his left eye…

“Oh.”

“Oh,” he asked, moving to stand beside you.

“The jolly roger,” you pointed to the menacing skull. “You must be the captain.”

“Good eye,” he leaned in with a smile.

His smile should have a completely different word. The sight from your boat was nothing compared to seeing the way this man's lips curled slowly, the left side starting first as it grew, as if he was enjoying the act of smiling itself. And his eyes…

His eyes were way too close to you.

“Are you alright?”

Concern broke that smile, and he called for someone to bring water.

Your face flushed, hot to the tips of your ears. You realized that you hadn’t heard what the pirate had said because you were too busy swooning over his pretty eyes.

The water was welcome, and you gulped half of it down, suddenly embarrassed about how fucking fishy you must smell with your day’s catch beside you.

“Is there anything else you need, miss…”

Trying to catch your eyes, the pirate leaned toward you. He reached for your shoulder, and you jumped back, spilling water down your chest.

“I’m so sorry, love. I forgot about your warning.”

His soothing voice felt real as he went to a knee in front of you.

“I do hope you will spare me my fate, I swear that no one on this boat will forget it again.”

He’s really too charming. He’s either the sweetest person in the world, or some sort of demon with powers of seduction.

You nodded. It wasn’t like you could truly defend yourself anyway. The fear of being at their mercy kept you hyper aware of all the moving bodies around you.

“How long until we’re at the village?”

The sun was almost gone from the sky now, and you just wanted to be home. To scrub this stupid day away, and pass out.

“It should be about three days from now.”

“Three,” you choked out, dropping the now empty mug of water, which he caught without taking his eyes off of yours.

“We’ve got some business on the other side of the island. We'll be stopping by the village to restock supplies before we head out.”

“You didn’t tell me that,” you snapped, voice louder than you meant it.

He just smirked, tilting his head.

“Sorry, love. Would you like us to toss you overboard? I don’t think you had many rescuers lined up.”

For some reason, you couldn’t get your mouth to remember that these men could kill you as you growled back at him.

“You didn’t rescue me. I paid you for a trip back to the village.”

His lips quirked as if he was fighting not to smile again. He looked down at your haul, fish still flapping in the net.

“That is a really nice haul, miss. Afraid it’s not enough for a direct trip, though.”

Pirates came to take your fish away, and it broke the spell his irritating eyes had on you.

“Please, save this one! You can have it, just… Make sure you cook it well.”

The two men with the net followed your gesture to that fish, assuring you they would obey before taking it away.

“Why’s that one special?”

The weight of this long ass day hit you, a heavy sigh leaving your lips before you looked back at that pretty captain.

“It was a good catch.”

He huffed a laugh, the clear amusement he got from your words making you simultaneously annoyed, and pleased. You were mentally smacking yourself for that.

Don’t be attracted to pirates, dumbass.

“I’m Shanks. I don’t know if you heard me before, but…”

Your skin flushed again, and he seemed to notice, a warm, evil smile slowly forming on his lips.

“What’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know it.”

He gave a real laugh then, loud, and infectious. You had to remind yourself that he was laughing at you.

“What would you like us to call you then, huh? “Fish Girl?” Maybe “Fail Boat?” Or how about “Damsel in Distress?” I think I like that–”

You ripped your hand back as soon as you’d realized what you’d done.

But it was too late.

Your idiotic, suicidal hand had shot out and smacked him, hard, right in the center of that gorgeous chest of his.

The deck roared with laughter while you shook with horror. Shanks had looked down at his chest, and when he lifted his face to yours he looked stunned. If you hadn’t just signed your own death warrant, you might have thought his face comical, brows raised high, with his mouth and eyes wide.

“Go easy on the girl, captain,” teased a tall man with gray hair, shaking his head at Shanks.

“Yeah, come on, captain! What kinda hospitality are you giving, insulting our guest like that?”

A whole group of pirates crowded around him, reprimanding him, and giving him a few gentle punches and shoves.

Your mouth hung open. The sight of these pirates being so playfully disrespectful toward their captain didn’t fit in your brain. None of this made sense with what pirates were supposed to be like.

“Fine. Fine! I’m sorry, miss…”

He’d broken away from his men, leaning toward you with that question.

“Y/N.”

He hit you with a new grin to outshine all the others, making your breath hitch.

“What a beautiful name for a damsel in distress.”

You didn’t need to hit him this time, as pirates did the job for you, even throwing things at him from across the deck.

Maybe it was the overwhelm, the fatigue. Maybe you’d gone insane.

But laughter built in your stomach, growing through your body, until you were shaking with it. You had your hands on your knees as it took you over, and the pirates around you joined in.

How can pirates be laughing and smiling like this with me? How can it be genuine?

Amidst the continued roars of his men, Shanks shook his head, gesturing for you to follow him.

“Where are we going?”

“I’ll show you.”

Frowning at the back of his head, you followed through the wooden halls until he opened a large door, gesturing for you to go inside.

He rolled his eyes when you hesitated, before going in first.

The large room was tiled, with lockers and showers, and there he stood in the center, grinning like a creep.

“I’ll pass,” you deadpanned, backing out the door.

“Come on, fish girl,” he taunted, “you stink, and I think you’ll be easier to clean than the blankets you’ll sleep in tonight.”

Blood rushing to your face again, your mouth opened and closed as anger and embarrassment fought to take over.

Shanks laughed again, but tried to stifle it.

“Sorry, you’re just,” he motioned to his lips, mimicking your movements. “You’re a fish girl.”

“Shut up,” you seethed, leaning toward him. “I’m not taking a shower on a pirate ship when anyone can–”

“I’ll guard the door for you, okay,” he assured, finally seeming to take something seriously. “I’ll make sure no one comes in.”

Now his stupid smile was soft, small, and sweet. You hated it.

“Oh right,” you scoffed, “like I'd trust a pirate captain. Who’s gonna stop you from coming in?”

“What makes you think this pirate captain would even want to come in here, huh?”

“Fuck you,” you breathed, turning to leave.

He was so fast. You jumped back as he blocked the door. He saw your wide eyes, and moved out of the doorway so he wouldn’t block your exit, but he still leaned close.

“I’m sorry, Y/N. Really, okay? I promise I will sit right outside this door, and not let a single person come inside until you’re done. There’s fresh clothes for you over there too. Whatever you need.”

A very fine trembling worked its way around your body as you studied him. It seemed like such a bad idea to trust him.

But you were exhausted.

“You’ll sit in front of the door?”

He straightened up, a look of relief brightening that serious face.

“I will.”

“Will you wear a blindfold?”

“If that’s what it takes,” he agreed with a smirk.

“And let me tie your hands behind your back?”

Shanks sucked his teeth as he leaned back. You had a second of fear as he started taking his clothes off.

But all he removed was his heavy cloak, revealing that he was missing his left arm.

Guilt hit you, apologies about to pour out, but he held his palm out.

“Afraid I can’t do that, but I promise I’ll do the rest. Is that alright, Y/N?”

This is really nice soap.

Still on edge, your body started to relax a bit with the delicious smelling soap on your skin.

But every time you felt a moment of relaxation, you’d remember the pirate on the other side of the door.

“You’ve gotta make it tighter, sweetie. Otherwise it won’t work.”

That fucking sentence kept tearing through your brain. The way he’d run his fingers across yours while you adjusted the cloth to blindfold him. The way his hair and skin had felt and smelled as you moved it into place. The way he’d rasped those words while he grabbed your wrist to guide you, giving it a gentle squeeze before letting his fingers trail down your skin.

The way you had let him touch you without arguing. His fingers had taken advantage of the moment, but it had felt almost electric to let him.

“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself.

“Y/N, is everything alright?”

“Uh, yeah. Thank you.”

How did he hear that over the shower?

“What the hell is this?”

“Sorry, love, I'm afraid I can't see what you– ow, hold on!”

You definitely had a few red hairs between your fingers after ripping his blindfold off.

The pirate captain got to his feet to meet your eyes, and fucking snorted.

“What is wrong with you,” you fumed, tossing the blindfold at his face.

The fact that he caught it before it hit him only pissed you off more.

“There has to be something else I can wear,” you demanded, pulling at the frilly lavender dress he stuck you with. You looked like some creepy porcelain doll.

His face was going as red as his hair as he tried not to laugh.

“I’m sorry, no one’s– we don’t have anyone your size,” he choked out, clearing his throat before continuing. “We have a few more dresses like this, though. They were supposed to be a gift for a princess, so you should feel honored!”

“Fuck you.”

His lips were fucking quivering as he fought his laughter. His eyes flicked down to your clenched fists, and he relented.

“Right, sorry, okay! You can have some of my clothes, you’ll just have to roll them up, alright?”

Very judgmentally looking him up and down, you raised your brows at him.

“Do you have any shirts that actually button up all the way? Or do you expect me to let my tits hang out like yours.”

Shanks cackled then, catching himself on the wall, his eyes even tearing up a little.

You kicked yourself for saying something so sexual in front of a fucking pirate.

“You’re a funny one, fish girl,” he teased between hiccupped laughs, “but you definitely look like a damsel in that dress.”

You kicked the pirate for being such a dick.

“Fuck, sorry,” he huffed, wincing as he rubbed his shin where you’d kicked it.

“Follow me. I definitely wanna get you outta that dress– I mean into different clothes,” he almost yelled, warding off a slap with his arm. “So you stop hurting me!”

Practically boiling with a mix of anger, embarrassment, and fear, you let yourself be guided along. The lantern lit halls were roomier than you would have expected, and you could hear the distant voices of the crew.

“Here we go,” he said gently, opening another large door. He went in first again, and you entered what had to be his quarters.

Of course. We’re getting his clothes.

It was full of rich, dark woods, red blankets, a desk that seemed to have more bottles of alcohol than anything work related on it, and a delightful, almost spicy scent filling the air.

The room was a bit messy, and you felt out of place standing there in that frilly dress while he dug through his wardrobe, tossing clothes to the ground as he searched.

“Here, love, how about these?”

“Do you have a belt?”

Managing to roll, buckle, and tuck at his clothes, you were mostly satisfied as you checked the mirror.

Even with all the buttons done up, you still had to tie his shirt to keep your chest from popping out like his does.

“You almost finished? The party’s star…”

Those pretty eyes brightened when you opened the door. His little smirk made you frown, and he held his hand up.

“You were right, Y/N. This definitely suits you better.”

He offered that hand to you, and even in the warm glow of the lanterns, you could see scars, callouses, and thick veins that made your breath hitch for a moment.

Your hand had almost reached his when he pulled away.

“Almost forgot,” he teased, his voice somehow lower than normal as he stepped out of the doorway for you. “I’ll lose my only hand if I touch you, right?”

“I…”

“Well, I definitely won’t risk that.”

He stepped further back, letting you follow him into the hallway.

Your brain seemed to stutter, unable to join the moment as it flew through conflicting emotions.

Like why it upset you that he wouldn’t risk it.

Shanks moved in close, his spicy scent filling your lungs as you looked up at him.

“Just let me know if that ever changes.”

He turned away after a subtle wink that made your brain short circuit.

“You comin’? I’m hungry.”

Still barefoot without your fishy shoes, you chased that red hair down the hallway.

He really is some sort of seduction demon.

“Hey, girly. Is this jackass treating you alright?”

“This is how you talk about your captain?”

The older man with long, gray hair ignored Shanks’ protests as he looked you over.

“You should be more worried about him,” you grumbled, narrowing your eyes at the captain.

“Ha, I’m sure you’re right.”

He grinned down at you, before motioning toward the fire.

“Come on, the food’s almost done.”

The crew had found a remote beach, and set up camp. Their camp supplies seemed to be mostly alcohol.

Shanks had said they had business here, and that they’d go to the village in about three days.

What kind of business are pirates getting up to on my island?

The thought was pushed aside as Shanks called for you. Most of the pirates were holding their plates, or using boulders or crates while they ate. Captain Shanks had a dingy little table by the fire, and was waving you over.

“Come on, love. Let’s eat, and find out why that fish of yours is so special.”

The day's events hit you again, but you joined him in a mismatched chair, and grabbed a fork.

It smelled good.

“Here,” Shanks demanded, shoving a mug of some kind of alcohol into your hand, before standing and lifting his own to address the crew. “Here’s to our luck! We found an unlucky fisherwoman, and now we’ve got good eats. To Y/N!”

The sheer volume of their enthusiasm made your eyes go wide as you faked a sip.

“So tell me, fish girl,” he leaned toward you, the small table not leaving much space between you. “Why is this fish so special?”

Ignoring him, you focused on your plate. The way it looked and smelled was perfect, but you had to know.

He watched your movements, following along as you pierced into the flesh, bringing the first bite to your lips.

It was perfect. Whoever had cooked it had treated it right. The tender meat and the subtle flavor were given just the amount of spice to balance it out.

It would have sold well. After all it took to get it, you were grateful that it didn’t go to waste, and tasting it yourself was wonderful.

Even if you were sharing it with a pirate.

“This is incredible, Y/N. You really are a fish girl.”

Letting out a sigh, you dug in, trying to enjoy the meal that had put you in this situation. The night was filled with the sounds of music, laughter, and endless calls for cheers, the clanging of metal mugs like the shifting heartbeat of this joyful crew.

“So, I had someone take a look at your boat, in case we could help fix it.”

“There’s nothing wrong with my boat,” you spat out, wishing you could have enjoyed your meal in peace. Without this too fucking handsome and annoying pirate captain.

Shanks tapped his fingers on the table, a smirk playing at his lips.

“That was the report,” he said softly, the teasing tone building slowly in his voice. “They did say that one of the oars is missing.”

“Thanks for the report,” you grumbled, watching the fire now.

“Come on, just tell me what happened. How’d you get stranded out there?”

“It’s none of your business.”

Your face felt hot, the fire not close enough for the burning in your skin.

“Consider it payment then. For my clothes, and for my company,” he taunted, his voice dipping low.

“I could do without the latter.”

“You wound me, sweet damsel.”

He put his hand to his heart, chuckling at your frown before chugging whatever was in his mug.

“It was a really good catch,” you mumbled, giving in. He scooted even closer to you, excitement in those lovely eyes, mixing with the light of the fire.

Shanks kept that beautiful mouth shut, just tilting his head toward yours as he waited.

“My grandma used to talk about her best catch. That was it,” you said flatly, gesturing to your empty plate. “She made me promise that if I ever caught a fish like that, I had to eat it myself, eat it with friends.”

“Don’t waste a fish like that on berry, sugar. It’s a gift.”

He raised his mug as you mimicked your grandma’s voice, and you brought yours up with a sigh, still just pretending to drink.

“I’m honored, then. Your grandma was right, that fish was amazing.”

Memories of her seemed to join you at the table, bittersweet, and heavier than you’d like.

“Sorry, Y/N. You, uh… You doing okay?”

“I’m fine,” you coughed, a hint of anger back in your voice as you fought against the prickling in your eyes.

“Well,” he drawled out, extending the word for way too long, “you still didn’t tell me how you got stranded out there with nothing but the perfect fish.”

Groaning, you put your forehead on the dingy table and blurted it out, as if you could make it not true if you said it fast enough.

“I caught the fish. I saw what it was. It started to slip through my hands. I knew it’d sell well, so I didn’t want to lose it. I ended up tripping over one of the oars. I should have let it go, I could have grabbed the oar if I’d seen it slipping. But I was greedy. I wanted to sell that stupid fish instead of eating it, and now grandma’s probably cussing at me from the afterlife.”

Shanks at least had the decency to shove his knuckles between his teeth before he started laughing.

“Oh, fuck you,” you huffed, standing to leave the captain’s dingy table.

“Wait, please,” he called, catching your fingers in his, and pulling you back toward him. Only to drop your hand as if he’d been burned when you met his eyes.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean–”

Whatever you might have said was lost in a wave of too many things at once. Humiliation over the whole thing, fear that these pirates could still hurt you, especially if you fell asleep, and the burning in your stupid cheeks because this gorgeous asshole held your hand.

What the fuck is wrong with me today?

The moon was mostly full, so there was plenty of light on the sand as you walked away from the camp. They were so fucking noisy, but the ocean beckoned for you to sit, gentle waves like your grandmother’s sweet voice.

When she wasn’t giving me shit, you thought with a laugh, digging your toes in the sand.

“The ocean makes me feel better too.”

His deep voice annoyed you more than it startled you.

Shanks sat beside you, but not too close.

Ignoring him did not make him go away.

“What do you want?”

“I wanna make your shitty day better. How can I do that?”

“Take me home.”

“Three days on that one, love. Anything more immediate?”

Your plan to stay up all night was already failing, exhaustion dragging you down.

His eyes were so soft under the moon, the hint of a smile brightening his face.

“I don’t want to sleep out in the open with everyone. Is there somewhere… safe where I can sleep?”

Shanks nodded, looking down as he cleared his throat.

“Of course, let me take you now.”

The ship itself seemed to be sleeping, so quiet with only a handful of crew watching it as the rest camped on the island.

Red hair under lantern light guided you through those wood paneled halls again, until he led you to the guest quarters.

“Here’s the key, and you’re welcome to shove this chair under the door knob as well. Breakfast will be at the beach in the morning,” he laughed, running his fingers through his hair. “It’ll probably be the afternoon depending on the hangovers, but you– Are you alright?”

He knelt at your feet, looking you over as you slumped onto the bed.

“How long were you out there today? Have you been drinking water? Are you…”

This charming pirate stopped himself from touching your forehead, and some insane, fatigued part of you reached out, grabbing his hand with both of yours.

“I lied,” you confessed, voice quiet and close, his pretty eyes on your lips. “I can’t cut your hand off. I’m not armed.”

The slow smile he gave you now was your favorite, somehow making the light in his eyes shine brighter. Your hands reluctantly let go of him as he shifted, but instead of moving away, Shanks touched his calloused fingers to your cheek.

“Your secret’s safe with me, sweetheart.”

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a/n: I am obsessed with these two now. What the heck. I need Shanks to make fun of me like that 😅

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★RDR2 Incorrect Quotes★

(If you see duplicates from my COD version of these? Shh, no you didn't) ★Border made by @fairytopea★

Ms.Grimshaw What are you doing, you oaf? Young!Arthur, staring at Y/N: They’re pretty. Ms.Grimshaw …and you’re ugly, now get back to work.

- (Pre-joining the gang) Abigail, trying to get paid: What’s your favorite color, John? John: Blue. No, green. Abigail: Awesome! I love learning about you. John: I fucked up, it’s yellow.

- Arthur, cutting a huge knot out of John’s hair: I fucked up, we gotta go bald. *head locks him still* Young!John, flailing violently: WAAAAAHHHH-

Seán: Psst, Lenny, ay mate, wake up! Lenny: Huh- Wh-what? What is it? Seán: I heard something outside the tent. Lenny: What? Seán: Like a woman crying in the distance, but I couldn’t hear her footsteps. Lenny: Okay?? What do you want me to do? Seán: Come look with me! Lenny: Hell no! Seán: Why not? Lenny: I got too much melanin and too much sense for that white people shit. You wanna let demons get you, be my guest, leave me out of it.

- (John HAD to have SOMETHING that captivated her, for humor’s sake? We’ll say he had jokes)

Abigail: You have to find my darling husband, I’m so worried about him. Arthur: Seriously, what do you see in that guy? Abigail: He makes me laugh.

- Micha: I've got the urge to say something. Arthur: And what's that? Micha: The N-Word- Arthur: WHOA-

- Bill: But seriously, is it your whole emo thing that she’s into or what? John: …yeah, long flowing straight hair, very emo.

- Karen: This- Hmm. Tilly: Be nice. Karen: I’m findin’ it. Mary-Beth: …it takes you that long to find- Karen: It does, it does.

- (O’Driscoll troubles) Kieran: Arthur we’re going to get murdered. We’re going to get murdered by a man who can’t tie a fucking bow tie. Arthur: At least he won’t torture us, can’t tie a rope either.

- John: Ugh, you know they’re gonna make us do one of those tacky family happiness photos that comes in the restaurants shitty frame. Tilly: Why are you so fucking negative all the time? John: Wh- uh- I just- Arthur: *slowly sucks tea through straw*

- Seán: Someone just said; “You’re a criminal!” Seán: *handkerchief on, gun in one hand, bag of money in the other* Seán: Well I’ll tell ya what, Sherlock Holmes. You are unbelievable.

- The Gang: Arthur is dying and Micha is a rat! Dutch, dancing with money: *insert that audio that goes “I don’t give a fuck cause I’m a ✨millionaire✨, I do what I want, middle finger in the air!”*

- John, drunk: You think the wind is ever tryna tell us something and we don’t know how to hear it anymore? Charles, loading up a drunk Arthur into a wagon: I just want you to stop saying odd shit.

- Abigail: If we lose, I’m gonna cut the judge. John: Wh- you brought your switchblade?? Abigail: Mhm. John: But they patted us down on the way in, where did you hide i- ohhhhhhh.

- Arthur: …you ever wish you could just, turn into a bird and fly away from everything? Charles: I think we need to get you to a therapist for depression. John: I’d wanna be a wolf. Charles: And we should get you psych evaluation for Autism.

- Sheriff: You seem like a reasonable and good natured person. Arthur: *looks around* And you look like you need glasses.

- Abigail: What would your father say?! Jack: Uhhh “I’ll fix it!” And then make it worse until luck comes around and makes it work, and then act like that was the plan the whole time? Abigail: …that’s my bad, I should’ve used a different phrase to express my disappointment.

- (I dunno why but John being super mean to some people is so fucking funny to me. I don't hate Bill, but bullying him is fun)

Bill: You enjoyin’ the wife everyone else paid to have? John: You mean the woman I never had to pay for? The woman who liked me so much, she didn’t ask for any money to sleep with me? In fact; she liked me so much, she married me? The woman who makes me a warm dinner and kisses me everyday? Mother of my child? John: I am enjoyin’ yeah. What about you, Bill? Bill: John: You enjoyin’ your lonely life, you unlovable sorry sack of shit? You enjoyin’ having to pay for someone to pretend they like you? Cause they never actually do. They hate you actually, like me. I hate you. Eat shit and die, Bill.

- Arthur: …him? Really? Mary-Beth Don’t be mean! Arthur: He looks like a rescue dog, Mary-Beth. Mary-Beth: I know, I like that! Arthur: ….you like that?? Mary-Beth: His pathetic wet eyes and general wimpy stature have captivated me. Arthur: *sigh* Whatever makes you happy.

- Bill: At the end of the day, Arthur. I am a MAN. Arthur: A MAN WHO’S GAY. You like fellers GETTHATTHROUGHYOURHEAD!

- Dutch: I have a plan. Hosea: You haven’t planned shit. Dutch: I’ve planned it.

- Hosea: Arthur! What on earth are you doing?! Young!Arthur: Getting rid of this demon. Young!John: *screeching and trying to get out of Arthur’s grip* Hosea: And why do you plan to get rid of him? Arthur: Because, Hosea! He woke me up by leaning over me and whispering, “I know what death feels like, it’s cold. Have you felt death?” Arthur: HE’S CLEARLY EVIL, HOSEA Hosea: That’s just how children are, Arthur. Dutch: He’s right son, put the boy down. Dutch, leaning and whispering to Hosea: But maybe we should buy a Bible just in case. Hosea: And a cross.

- (Modern au and suicide joke)

John: It’s not a phase! It’s a lifestyle, you just wouldn’t get it! Arthur: You think I didn’t go through the “I can’t tell if I want to kill myself or everyone around me” phase? Come on. John: What? I don’t wanna kill myself at all. Arthur: … John: … John: Should I- should we go talk to Hose- Arthur: We should forget this conversation happened. Take this Nirvana CD and keep your mouth shut.

- Abigail: …John. John: Yes, my angel? Abigail: You forgot something. John: No I didn’t! I took the list with me, checked it three times, even crossed things off when I put it in the cart! See, look. Apples, frozen hamhocks, cranberry juice- Abigail: John. You took Jack with you. John: Abigail: John: Abigail: John: SHIT I LEFT HIM BY THE PASTA SECTION Abigail: STOP STANDING THERE AND GO GET HIM!

- Jack: Pa, how did you get mom to marry you? John: Well son, I- John: John: I have no idea. Jack: Should I ask mom? John: I’ll be honest, I don’t think she knows the answer either.

- Charles: You did good back there. Arthur: Oh? Heh, nah, you did all the fancy stuff. I just helped. Charles: Don’t undersell yourself, Arthur. I wouldn’t be complimenting you for no reason. Arthur: Oh yeah? And here I thought you were just trying to fluff up my ego. Charles: Wouldn’t hurt to do when you work so hard, no? Arthur: Now you��re just being’ sweet- John: Can y’all wait til we’re done before you start your spiritual dick sucking? Arthur: Can you repent to the lord fast enough to save your soul in the time it’ll take me to throw you into the damn ocean, Marston?!

- Arthur: Do you even have a brain? John: Do you even have someone that loves you? Arthur: John: John: I heard it that time, I’m sorry. Arthur: This is what Abigail hears sometimes, just so you know. John: I heard it that time, I got it. I- I’ll just- Arthur: Whiskey, full bottle. The nice kind. John: Apology alcohol, got it.

NPC: My husband’s parents are so crazy. In-laws always are, huh? Abigail: Well, uh-

*John being an orphan* *John’s adoptive dads being criminals, one particularly off his rocker*

Abigail: ….aha, yeah;;

- Abigail: John Marston, you useless, foolish, stupid man! Bill: To hell with John! Abigail, suddenly with a very large gun: NO ONE INSULTS MY HUSBAND.

- Arthur, holding up a proper painting he actually put time and effort into: Could a depressed person make this? Charles: The painting: *a wolf in the rain laying it’s head over the body of a deer shot with an arrow* Charles: I’m, in fact, more convinced you have depression now. Arthur: …yeah this wasn’t the best evidence for my argument, huh? Charles: No. Not at all.

- John: What are you talking about? That’s completely normal, it’s like having opinions. just cause it doesn’t happen to you doesn’t mean- Tilly: No, John! No. It’s not normal to have that reaction to the sound of hearing metal on metal. John: No look, uh- Arthur! Arthur come here! Arthur: What now? John: What happens when you hear metal on metal? Like, a can bein’ rubbed with a knife. Arthur: Ugh, I hate that sound. It makes my damn skin crawl, like I got beetles underneath. Makes me wanna skin myself to get’em out. John: Right! See, Tilly? It’s not just me! Tilly: ????

Charles: …and you never got them evaluated? Hosea: In hindsight, an autistic diagnosis probably would’ve made more things make sense. But, what can ya do.

- Arthur after a dog didn’t positively react to him: Maybe this is my final straw. Charles: No. Arthur: It might be. Charles: It’s one dog. There are twenty that you stopped to pet along the way here, plenty more for you to pet after this. Arthur: You don’t understand, this is devastatin’. Charles: Arthur, please- Arthur: Utterly devastatin’, Charles.

- Arthur, tipsy: Just cause you’re gorgeous don’t mean I’ma do whatever you say. Charles: Drink the water, Arthur. Arthur: *grabs the glass* Yes, sir.

- (Got a Y/N one, also, modern Au)

Arthur: That’s the Aberdeen farm. Y/N: …what’s wrong with it? Arthur: What’cha mean? Y/N: The vibes, they’re off. Arthur: …the…vibes? Y/N: The energy, Mister Morgan. The vibe of the place. They’re off, they’re weird, wack even. I sense insidious and wretched wavelengths wafting from the aura of that property. Arthur: I see…well, to answer your question, it’s cause they are weird. And I ain’t even confirmed why cause I don’t really wanna know. Y/N: I see you can also sense the vibes are rank. Arthur: …sure, whatever that means.

- Micha: Well I think- Y/N: Well I’m certain no one fucking asked, Micha! Not a single damn person asked what the hell you thought, ever! In fact, I’m pretty sure you don’t think. I’m pretty sure your skull fills with all the bullshit in your organs, and it just spills out your mouth! Micha: Micha: I- Y/N: Shut up, Micha!

- Arthur, after Albert explains some super dangerous plan in order to get wild animals near him to photograph: You’re stupid, I like that in a man.

- Y/N: Bye Arthur, bye Karen, bye Hosea, bye Arthur. Sadie: You said ‘bye Arthur’ twice. Y/N: I like Arthur.

- NPC: Lovebirds, eh? Sadie: Arthur: Sadie: I’d rather eat a poison ivy plant with Holly Berries for dressing. *looks at Arthur* No offense. Arthur: No no, none taken. All things considered, I’d rather dive into a pit of tar and then drag myself face first through a plain of rotten chitlins. Sadie: Completely fair!

- Bill: I need you to realize you ain’t in charge here. Y/N: I need you to realize I don’t give a shit.

- Arthur: Hey Charles, uh, I got an Uhm…a spiritual question. Charles: Any particular reason you chose to ask me? Arthur: Uh well- I didn’t mean for it to be like that- I just- Charles: *sigh* What is it? Arthur: Do you know what it means when an elk stands up on its back legs? Charles: That means- Charles: WE SHOULD LEAVE, we need to leave, that’s what that means!

- Jack: …why are your boobs so big? Charles: They’re not boobs. Jack: Do you have to wear a brasier? Charles: *sigh* Arthur: He asked me the same thing a couple weeks ago, don’t think to hard bout it.

(Story spoilers!!) Y/N: I'm sorry, let me get this straight. Y/N: You picked up that man when he was a destitute child, grieving and starving. Taught him almost everything he knows. Y/N: Then, you did that with, what? Three others? In similar circumstances? Y/N: Created a sense of family and community, a strong bond between so many misfortuned people. With your trustworthy long term friend by your side. Y/N: And then. Y/N: One RAT. WHO IS OPENLY ANTAGONISTIC AND REEKS OF SUSPICION AS MUCH AS HE DOES HORSE SHIT, SOMEHOW CONVINCES YOU TO GO OFF YOUR ROCKER AND HARM YOUR GANG?! Y/N: Explain! Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: He praised me- Y/N: YOUR PRAISE KINK GOT YOU TO AIM A GUN AT YOUR SONS????

- Arthur: Naaah they’re an angel. Lenny: They punched Bill in the face. Seán: They told Strauss he was a waste of human material, in his own language, which they’re not fluent in. Mary-Beth: They framed Micha for a crime and got him put in prison again. Arthur: Like I said, an angel!

- John: Woman. (Translation: Darling.) Abigail: Moron. (Translation: Lovebug.)

Arthur: You tellin’ me they’re being affectionate right now? Jack: Can’t’cha read subtext, Uncle Arthur? Arthur: ???

(Insert Alcohol is truth serum reference)

Drunk Bill: Not to be gay, but you’re gorgeous bro. Kieran, afraid: You don’t have to be gay to appreciate a man’s beauty. Absolutely shit-faced Bill: Nah, like I’d fuck you, bro. Kieran, terrified: Okay, never mind!

- (How I imagine their first couple years together went)

Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: Dutch: How do you feel about me? Hosea, naked & beside him: ….we’re sharin’ a bedroll, Dutch. Dutch: Yes, but what are we, Hosea? Hosea: ….we’re both naked, alone, in a tent, Dutch. Dutch: That doesn’t answer my question. Hosea:

- (This one's sad, not funny, sorry-) John: You’re such a hypocrite, why is it that anything I do that you’ve done before that you get so bent outta shape?! Arthur: Because I’ve done it before you, John. John: So why do you think it’s fair to tell me not to?! Most people are proud when their younger brother ends up like’em. You don’t want anyone like you, is that it? Arthur: John: John: …oh. Arthur: Now that you got my point, will you take my god damn advice without a big fuss…please.

- John: She drives me insane! She somehow managed to make me the angriest I’ve ever been almost daily. NPC: Then leave her. John: The fu- no. What? She’s the wind beneath my wings, my darling wife, my beautiful angel. How the hell could you even think to suggest such a thing? NPC: But- John: Get outta my sight, you fuckin’ disgrace.

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count-alucard-tepes · 6 months

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What sexy things do the OP Hotties do that turn you on? 👀

Haha I normally wouldn’t do slightly spicy asks but I’ll respond to this one because I can’t resist😆😍

Kizaru ✨: he such a tease, you know he’s so smooth with the ladies and he dresses really well too. A well put together man is always desirable.

Akainu🌋: he’s stoic and cold and I’m a brat 😂 I feel like that would be the perfect match for someone like him. Also he has tattoos and he seems like he would protect me with his life and that’s so sexy.

Ryokugyu 🌱: he’s a bad boy and everyone loves a bad boy. And when ever I get mad at him he would just turn into a tree with my favorite flowers…a girl is sold.

Fujitora 🐅: he’s such a sweetheart, you know he would be the best husband ever.

Sir Crocodile 🐊: it’s his style, he just oozes sexiness in everything he does and says. He knows he can have anyone and that confidence is really sexy.

Doflamingo Donquixote 🦩: the ultimate bad boy who would have you wrapped around his finger literally and figuratively. It’s the sexy body, the laugh, the style! Not to mention, he’s someone you don’t want to cross the line with him. He’s the guy your parents say stay away from with good reason but you still want a taste.

Benn Beckman 🔫: he’s so mysterious and you know he’ll charm your pants off in 30 seconds. He’s also strong and smart…it’s a win-win situation!

Katakuri Charlotte 🍡: Oda thought everyone was gonna be terrified of this hottie! But no, this mochi baby daddy is the perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover! He’s a family guy who listens to his mom and cares for his younger siblings! And not to mention he’s got a sexy body and can tell why you’re angry before you stomp around ! And he loves donuts so I never have to diet again! I AM SOLD!

Killer🔪: alright post time skip Killer is hot and all but pre time skip Killer had me on my knees! He’s is so cute and mysterious but also super intelligent and fine af! Blonde hair and blue eyes…that’s my punk rock Barbie right there!

Kaido🐉: he’s emotional af when he’s drunk and just loves the hell out of his kid and those around him that are loyal to him! To be Yamato’s mom and smash Kaido at him prime! Omg I’d cling to ankles, y’all !

King 👑 : he’s the hot character of color who is the epitome of tall, dark and sexy! He has the white hair! He’s that bitch! He’s got wings and legs for days! The fucking face tattoo!!! I would cling onto his knees (since that’s probably the highest point where I’d be able reach him) and die for this baby daddy!

Queen👑: oh man, Queen is so fucking cool! I just wanna party with him until I can’t walk anymore! You know he puts the party God to shame! Karaoke night at Onigashima would be everything!

Izou🔫🔫: he’s so beautiful…I would be so shy around him because he’s so freaken pretty and would always look hotter than me! It’s always nice to have someone else do your hair and make up and Izou is my main man to be my wifey!

Dragon D Monkey 🐉🐒: the face tattoo! You know he’s a badass when he got a face tattoo and his best friend is an Okama! I’m ready to see Dragon naked, y’all! I’m about to be Luffy’s stepmom! Croc is about to gut me😂😂😂

Oven Charlotte 🍞: feeling sad…he bakes some cake…feeling happy…let’s have croissants! He’s just gonna fatten me up and I’ll never have to diet again because I’ll always be smaller than him! These Charlotte men are just the best! He’s also got main character energy 😂

Buggy🤡: he has hair goals I want to achieve but will never reach even if I tried! He’s charismatic and funny af! Buggy-sama is everything!😍

Marco the Phoenix 🦅: he’s a doctor! Score! My parents would never be prouder since I’m not…next best thing is my hubby being a doctor! He’s also such a cutie who seems to always be smiling!

Eustass Kidd🤘🎸: our favorite angry firecracker! He’s a cutie who wears make up and looks like he should be a drummer in a rock band! He’s got beautiful red hair and he’s intelligent! He also can fix your appliances! That’s a wifey right there!

Rosinantè Donquixote aka Cora-San💕: he’s gentle and emotionally available! Not to mention he’s a natural dad! He’s funny and clumsy af but a total badass! Let’s not forget he’s the handsome sibling lol

Who’s Who ❤️‍🔥👹: omg he’s tall, has pink hair, has tattoos and has a sexy smirk! Not to forget he turns into a cute kitty man! I’m ready to have his kittens!

Gecko Moria🦇: now prime Gecko Moria was every fucking thing! I mean who challenges Kaido and doesn’t actually lose…kinda! He was really hot too!

Iceburg💜: he’s so cute and funny, I can’t with him! He’s also so intelligent and can build stuff, love it!

Gild Tesoro⚜️🏅: first of all, he’s rich and he’s hot! A girl is sold! He sings and dances…even better!

Rob Lucci🐆: he’s so cute! I can’t deal especially in his kitty form, he’s also mysterious. From hot to cold in a mere couple of seconds! I love it! His hair is so beautiful too! I can’t deal!

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corrodedhawkins · 2 years

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Okay I know your requests are closed but if you ever find the ✨motivation✨ to write a piece about Eddie getting w a librarian-eque chick (aka shy-ish. Quiet-ish. Glasses. Maybe wears like pantyhose and skirts er something “conservative”) and he’s totally surprised that she’s a fuggin F R E A K and not at all mousy as she seems….that would be stellar 🙇🏻‍♀️

I hate u (no I don’t) I heard librarian and ran with it

CW: 18+ (minors DNI) language, shy but eventual perv!reader, manhandling, semi-public sex (library, though it’s closed), spit, degradation, praise, slight overstimulation, oral (m! and f! receiving), cum swallowing

“Hey pretty girl”, Eddie whispers into your ear, grabbing you around the waist from behind to pull you close into his chest.

You jump, heart thumping wildly in your before you realize it’s only your boyfriend.

“You asshole”, you laugh breathlessly, elbowing him in the rib.

“Ow!”, he shrieks, letting go of you to dramatically hold his side.

“Shh!”, you hiss, eyes widening. Your hand comes up to cover his mouth as you strain to listen for the inevitable, your asshole manager Eric reprimanding you the hundredth time tonight.

Eddie shakes his head, dislodging your hand from his mouth. “He’s already gone, babe. “He passed me on my way in. It’s just me and you.”

You let out a relieved sigh, “thank the lord.” Turning back to your work, you start to shelve the books from the full cart at your side.

He crowds into your space again, backing you up against one of the stacks. With one hand on your jaw, the other resting on your tight-covered thigh, he trails his way up under your skirt. He kisses you hungrily, tongue tracing your bottom lip until you open and tangle your tongue with his.

Giving into it for a moment, you get lost in the kiss before you’re pulling away, pressing your hand to his chest. “Babe, we can’t. I need to finish closing up.”

You want to. You really really want to, but you can’t help but be nervous. The relationship with Eddie was still pretty fresh, finally made official after a year of being best friends.

But you wanted him so badly, all the time. The things you wanted to do with him made you feel hot all over, uneasy at your very core at the thought of him judging you for it. You had always been pretty shy and quiet, having trouble voicing what you want.

So, you had stuck to sweet, almost chaste make out sessions, your nerves always stopping you before you went any further.

Eddie pouts, hand falling from your thigh as he nods. “No, you’re right. I—sorry.” He steps away, hands fidgeting with his rings.

“No! Don’t apologize”, you say, grabbing the sleeve of his jacket. You take a deep breath, trying to be brave. “Maybe you could help me put these away, then we could…y’know?”

His eyes widen, sputtering out a, “yeah, okay”, before grabbing an armful of books to put away.

Three minutes later Eddie returns, arms empty as he rocks back and forth on his heels impatiently. “I’m all finished.”

“And they’re all in the correct spot?”, you ask without turning away from your task.

Eddie puts his hand on his chest in mock offense. “Well, of course I did”, he promises.

You shoot a questioning look over your shoulder at him.

He sighs, “fine. I’ll fix them later.”

“Thank you”, you say, turning back to the shelves. “I’ll be done in a second.”

Moving in behind you, he wraps his arms around your waist as he buries his face your neck, pressing messy kisses there.

You try unsuccessfully to stifle the shiver that runs through you at his touch, Eddie chuckling into your ear as he pulls you back into his chest.

When he grinds his growing erection into your ass you gasp, pushing back into him. He groans, spinning you around to face him. His hand cups your jaw, fingers threading themselves into your hair.

You laugh when he accidentally jostles the frames of your glasses, now sitting crookedly on your face. He reaches up to pluck them off of you, folding and placing them on the shelf over your shoulder.

Pulling you back in, he grips your thigh again, fingertips dancing up up up until he’s palming your ass under your skirt.

Before you know what’s happening, Eddie’s hoisting you up to sit on the book cart, shoving his way between your legs to slot his hips against yours. He kisses you, rough and desperate, making your head spin.

You can’t help but groan loud and needy into his mouth at being manhandled, the way he just placed you exactly where he wanted made your core throb and weep.

Eddie files the sound you make away for later, focusing on getting you undressed for now. His hands slip underneath your sweater, inching up your back to rake his nails softly over your skin.

Shivering at the touch, you pull him in closer, hand fisted in his threadbare Iron Maiden shirt. Once he’s as close as possible, you get your hands under his shirt, muttering “off” against his lips until he pulls it up and over his head.

He does the same to you, hands bunched in the hem of your sweater, pausing for a moment to give you time to protest. When you don’t, he pulls it off quickly, discarded on the worn carped.

Eddie’s hands are all over you once your sweater is off, fingers trailing up your sides, over your rib cage, scratching softly at your back before hovering over the clasp of your bra.

“Okay?”, he murmurs, breaking the kiss to mouth at the hinge of your jaw.

“Yeah”, you confirm breathlessly, pulling him back in to kiss him hungrily.

He unhooks your bra, easing the straps down your arms until you’re left bare, only for a moment before Eddie’s big, warm hands are cupping your chest.

Moaning into his mouth when his thumb circles your nipple, you gasp when he rolls and pinches it between his fingers.

He fucks his tongue into your mouth when you open wide to gasp, curling it against yours as he ruts into the apex of your thighs.

You can feel him, hot and hard against your core. Skirt rucked up around your hips, his bulge presses directly into the crotch of your tights, the wet spot there growing by the minute.

His lips travel down to your neck, kissing and licking your throat down to your collarbone before leaning down and circling a nipple with his tongue.

Your chest heaves as your practically shove his face into your tits, crying out as his stubble scrapes against your sensitive skin.

Your fingers thread through his hair, holding on tightly. “Eddie, please”, you whimper.

His mouth detaches from your nipple with a soft pop, looking up at you with those brown eyes that make you melt. “Please, what?”

Inhaling shakily, you take your hand and cup his jean-clad bulge, “please, want you.”

Eddie groans, hips bucking up into your hand as he leans in to kiss you feverishly.

“You’re sure?”, he asks, pressing one last kiss to your lips before pulling back to look at you.

Nodding, you smile softly. “M’sure.”

A wide grin spreads across his face, hand coming up to cup your cheek, thumb tracing your cheekbone.

“I wanna take care of you first, if that’s okay?”

Letting out a bark of laughter, you nod. “I’m not going to say no to that.”

With one last peck to your lips he’s pulling away, grabbing the band of your tights and pulling them down your legs slowly, knocking your boots off in the process.

He falls to his knees and looks up at you, making sure to catch your eye before placing a soft kiss to the inside of your now bare knee. Holding eye contact, he kisses slowly up your thigh until he’s inches from your clothed pussy.

Eddie’s tongue flicks out to lick at the growing wet spot on your panties, and you buck up into his mouth before you can stop yourself.

“So needy”, he chuckles, tongue wetting your panties further as he nudges your clit with the tip of his tongue through the fabric.

“C’mon”, you whine, trying to get him to take them off and lick you properly.

He laughs into the meat of your inner thigh, glancing up at you playfully. “Say please.”

“Please”, you ask sweetly.

Eddie nods, fingers wrapping around the band of your panties. “Good girl.”

The moan that rips it’s way from your throat is involuntary, the second you hear yourself your cheeks go red, face throbbing with embarrassment.

He freezes, a satisfied smirk on his lips. “Yeah?”, he asks as he rids you of your panties, parting your lips with his thumbs. “You wanna be my good girl?”

“Mmhm”, you hum, eyes not quite able to meet his gaze.

Eddie dives in, burying his face in your cunt, sucking and licking and moaning against your slick folds.

Your head falls back, jaw going slack as you get lost in the pleasure.

His tongue circles your clit before he wraps his lips around the bud to suck, pulling back to spit on it before doing it all over again.

It’s so fucking dirty, you want to cringe and squirm away but you can’t. This is everything you’ve ever wanted, everything you’ve wished you were brave enough to ask for.

The lewd sounds of his lips and tongue slurping up your wetness echoes through the large room, and you’re grateful your manager had left before Eddie had accosted you. There was no way you’d have a job if he heard the sounds you two were making.

His mouth leaves your clit, replaced with his fingers as his tongue fucks into your dripping hole.

You’re rocking down onto his tongue, voice already hoarse with use as you moan and pant and plead for him to make you cum.

“Fingers”, you beg. “Need your fingers. Wanna cum.”

Thankfully he listens, two fingers curling into your hole as his mouth settles back onto your clit, sucking and nipping at the swollen bud.

You cry out, rocking against his face as your orgasm builds and builds until it crashes over you, legs quaking as he licks you through it.

Once you push him off, overstimulated and trembling, he stands and undoes his belt and buttons, shoving the front of his boxers down to free his cock.

He wraps his hand around it with a groan, hissing when his fist finally meets the base where he squeezes firmly to calm himself.

Once you’ve stopped shaking, your hand reaches out, hand wrapping around his on his cock.

“Please”, is all you can say before he’s sinking into you, pace slow and deep and quite possibly the best thing you’ve ever felt.

He buries his face in your neck, moaning as he fucks into you, hips grinding once he’s all the way inside.

You pull him in for a messy kiss, teeth and tongue meeting as you struggle to breathe, chest heaving with how good it feels.

Suddenly he lifts you, hauling you up into his arms as he backs you up against one of the large bookcases, legs wrapping around him as he thrusts into you.

You wail, nails raking down his back and shoulders as he fucks you against the stacks, moving with every thrust.

“I knew you liked this”, Eddie growls into your ear. “Knew you got off on being manhandled. You like being thrown around and used exactly the way I want?”

By now your shyness is out the window, nerves gone as you take his cock, hot and hard, so deep inside you’re going to be feeling this for days.

“Yes”, you cry, head falling back to smack against the row of hardcovers. “Throw me around. Use me, I’m yours. Just a fucking hole for you to use.”

“Jesus fuck”, Eddie laughs breathlessly, hips snapping into you harder. “You’re fuckin’ perfect. Such a perfect slut for me to use.”

He can feel you clenching around him, pussy gripping him so tight it’s hard to pull back out before thrusting back in. “You getting close?”

All you can do is nod into his shoulder, whimpering as you feel your muscles seize, your orgasm seconds away.

“Cum. Be a good girl and cum.”

You’re gone, back arching, legs and arms tightening around him as you let out a silent cry, pleasure ripping through you so violently you’re scared for a second you’ll pass out.

Though he does slow his thrusts, he doesn’t stop, fucking your spasming cunt until you can’t take it.

“Stop”, you gasp, untangling your legs from around Eddie’s hips, trying to get down.

He sets you down onto your feet immediately, eyes full of concern as he asks you what’s wrong.

“Wanna taste you”, you murmur as you sink to your knees.

The sound Eddie makes when he understands what you mean is pathetic, a loud, broken whine escaping his chest as he thrusts up into your mouth as soon as it slides down around his length.

“Oh fuck. Fuck—baby. So fucking good. You’re so fuckin’ good”, he babbles. His hips rut up, forcing himself deep until your nose touches the thatch of curls at the base of his cock.

You bob up and down on his length, pulling back now and then to spit on the tip of his cock, smirking when Eddie groans particularly loud.

His hands are on your shoulders, trying to pull you up. “Baby. Babybaby—gonna cum.”

You hum, long and loud, to let him know you’re aware and you’re not stopping, and that’s all it takes for him to cum, spurt after spurt of cum sliding down your throat.

You lick and suck until he’s spent, his softening cock falling from your lips with a soft pop.

Eddie laughs, loud and booming, so suddenly that you startle from your spot on your knees on the dingy library carpet.

He shoots out a hand to haul you onto your feet, pulling you in for a kiss that he chuckles through.

“Where the fuck did that come from?”, he asks.

Laughing sheepishly, you lower your head as you turn away.

“Nope. Uh-uh. You can’t get shy now”, he says, turning you back around to face him. “I was unaware my girlfriend was such a freak.”

Your mouth opens to answer, but you’re interrupted by the sound of your phone ringing, having fallen from the book cart earlier.

The screen flashes Eric’s and you accept the call, rolling your eyes as you smile at Eddie. You put the phone on speaker, grabbing your clothes to start dressing.

“Are you done?”, the booming voice of your manager rings through the room.

“What?”, you ask, confused.

“You cannot be this fucking stupid”, he sighs. “There are cameras in the library. Just leave now and I promise not to save it for my personal collection.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x reader smut #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson x reader blurb #melissa writes

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onigiriico · 1 year

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Shidou audio drama (t2) - English TL

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Thank you Shidou for going on a deep dive into both medicine and law in one drama. I have not learned this much new vocabulary in a while lmao (Jokes aside though, I do hope that I managed to get through this without any major errors! As always, if you find any mistakes anyway or just have questions, feel free to bring them to my ask box or my Twitter ✨)

Also, there's a direct quote from the Japanese criminal law at one point in this vd - the translation of that line is based on this translation of Japanese law.

⬇️ full voice drama translation under the cut ⬇️

(door opens)

E: It’s been a while, Shidou.

S: Orbital floor fracture on the right. Traumatic retinal detachment. Bruising. Lacerations. Partial fracture of the thorax. This is Kajiyama-kun’s present condition.

E: I know that. I didn’t anticipate Kotoko’s behavior, either. For now, I’ll be taking the opportunity of this second trial to judge–

E: Fuuta’s…

S: Shiina-kun’s is even worse. Head lacerations. Bruising all over her body. Left anterior compression fracture. A sprained neck. Fractured ribs. Further fracturing to the left arm. And furthermore… this may be outside of my profession, but her mental health is deteriorating as well.

E: Mahiru…

S: Both their minds and bodies are at their limits. Let’s stop this already, Es-kun. A lot has happened while you were gone. At this rate, someone might end up dead.

S: That’s not what I mean! I think we should put an end to Milgram as a whole. Both for our sake and for yours.

E: …That’s impossible.

S: Why?

E: I can’t think of any method of stopping it… or any way to get out.

S: …!

E: Milgram won’t end just because I want it to. That’s all I know. It won’t end until your judgment is complete. That’s the core of it.

S: You’re… the same as us, aren’t you? You just got caught up in a bigger picture.

E: Don’t lump me in with you! You’re an inmate, I’m the Warden. Now that I’ve started this, I intend to see it through until the end.

S: Es-kun…

E: Anyways, your eyes sure have gained some life since we last saw each other. Back then, you always wore an expression that made it hard to tell whether you were alive or dead, but…

S: Is that so?

E: Is it because you’ve received the result of the first trial…?

S: About that… I’ve been thinking that I would like to hear your thoughts. Why did you forgive me? Even though I asked not to be forgiven.

E: Why would the Warden listen to what a prisoner tells them? I decide based on my own standards.

S: You saw my true self, didn’t you? There ought to be very few people who have killed more than I have. In comparison to me, the prisoners who weren’t forgiven have also hardly done anything wrong.

E: You’re a doctor. I’ve deduced that your murders happened in the context of medical procedures.

S: …

E: Organ transplants… in other words, the act of removing organs from braindead patients. That’s what your murder is. Am I wrong?

S: I see. So that’s what was shown in the footage?

E: Not that straight-forward, of course. But from the information given, we came to the conclusion that this is the most likely scenario.

S: Hm? ‘We’...?

E: …

S: You said ‘we’ just now...

E: …Did I… say that…?

S: Yes.

E: …Fine. Don’t worry about it. Let’s get back to the topic. The topic of what I deduced, that is.

S: It’s impressive, isn’t it… Milgram… After all this time, I won’t try to deny it being a top class prison, but it really is the real thing.

E: Is that your way of saying I was right?

S: Well… About halfway, I would say.

E: Hmph. Either way, I judged that murders as the result of medical practices could be forgiven. Without regard to what you were hoping for.

S: …

E: I intend to investigate in my own way. Whether or not it’s okay to regard braindead patients entirely as dead… it seems that this has become an increasingly controversial topic in recent years.

S: You’ve done your research.

E: I don’t care about the discussions of your world, though. I decided that you could be forgiven. That’s enough.

S: … Why is that?

E: In the first place, getting involved with organ transplants is part of your job as a doctor. I doubt it’s something that you did out of your own free will.

S: I… I took a lot of pride in my work. I considered it a good deed. I wouldn’t say I didn’t do it out of my own will.

E: Well, you did it to save people, didn’t you? In truth, there must have been a fair amount of people whom you did save with it.

S: I thought so, too. Doing it for a good cause without a single doubt.

E: In exchange for the life of a person who has no option left but to await death, you can save a person who has the chance to live on, right? In that case, you shouldn’t even have to think twice.

S: I thought so, too… arrogant as I was.

E: Is that to say that you don’t think that way anymore?

S: Yes, that’s right. You know, I… continuously tried to persuade the relatives of a braindead patient who were against organ transplants. Giving them reasons like the ones you just mentioned, Es-kun. “In order to save the life of someone you don’t know, please let me kill your family,” I told them. It doesn’t even take much thinking to realize how cruel that is, but… I didn’t realize it until the very end.

E: … Isn’t that just a placebo? I would think that family ties play no role in that context.

S: Do you still feel that way if it’s your own family?

E: …

S: Es-kun, is your family alive and well?

E: I don’t know… I don’t remember.

S: Is that so? I’m sorry about that.

E: It’s fine. It’s not like I feel any particular way about something I don’t even remember. Besides, I don’t think my judgment would change even if it involved my own family.

S: There’s no way.

E: Even if my family happened to end up imprisoned in Milgram, I would see my job through to the end.

S: Family is… special.

E: Huh?

S: Let’s digress for a moment. Have you studied criminal law?

E: Well, the most important parts at least. I’ve been learning about it since I started working as the Warden.

S: Excellent. So, for example, if someone harbors a criminal or tampers with evidence in order to protect that criminal, that is a crime in itself, right?

E: That’s articles 103 and 104.

S: You remembered well. Can you recall article 105 as well?

E: No… Are you familiar with it?

S: It’s not my area of expertise, but I remember it because it left a big impression on me. Article 105 states that, “when a crime prescribed under the preceding two Articles is committed for the benefit of the criminal or fugitive by a relative of such person, the relative may be exempted.”

E: So essentially, even if someone covered for a criminal or helped them out, they won’t be held legally responsible for it if the criminal is part of their family?

S: That’s right. For me, no matter whether it’s according to the law or in any other context, it’s only normal to help each other in a family.

E: That’s a very fascinating story. But even with all this, I still don’t get what you’re trying to say.

S: (chuckles) I wonder. Maybe I just wanted you to listen to it.

E: … As always, I can’t entirely wrap my head around you.

S: I’m talking about how, unlike you, I can no longer claim that I’m doing my work for a good cause. I’ve lost the right to.

E: And something happened that changed your mind?

S: That’s… right. Although you’ll probably be finding out about that once you watch the extracted footage.

E: Yeah. Let’s have a look.

S: Es-kun. I’ve killed a lot of people. Like I previously told you in the interrogation, I’ve killed for selfish reasons as well. So…

E: Are you about to beg me not to forgive you again? Even though I’ve already told you it’s no use?

S: That’s right. Please don’t forgive me… is what I would like to ask.

E: …

S: I… “I don’t want to be forgiven”. That feeling of mine remains the same. I need to be punished. I need to atone for my sins. I don’t think Milgram is in the right, but…! There is no better place than this to atone for my crimes. But… as long as Milgram continues like this… we won’t be able to save those who get injured if I don’t get forgiven!

E: …!

S: Even now, Shiina-kun is still in a condition where any digression could be fatal. She can’t live without my treatment. If I’m not forgiven, she will end up dying!

E: That’s… true, I suppose.

S: From now on, conflicts between the prisoners will probably become more frequent. If I’m not there… they will be in even more danger.

E: Shidou…

(machinery whirrs, bell rings)

S: I need to be punished… but I need to stay alive, or young lives will be lost. I… I don’t know what to wish for anymore. I’m starting to think… that I want to live. That I want to be forgiven. Despite being so riddled with sins…!

E: … Shidou. Do you remember what I told you?

S: …

E: Back when you were still fine with dying at any moment, I told you to desperately want to live. “Because we have an attachment to life, punishments for sins exist in the first place. Your existence in itself is a sacrilege to Milgram and myself,” I said.

S: Yes… I remember.

E: And now, finally, you’ve gotten attached to life and become a real prisoner of Milgram. That’s what I believe. You wanting to be forgiven, and your wish… those are the steps that now represent you.

S: … That won’t do… I mustn’t be forgiven. Otherwise… the countless lives I’ve taken will never be paid back.

E: Heh. If you’re really trying to give your life as compensation for the people you’ve killed, then there’s no reason to stay alive that will hold up, anyway.

S: …

E: Don’t face them with a life that you’re easily willing to throw away.

S: Es-kun, you’re a… strict… person, aren’t you?

E: I told you before, didn’t I? Because you’re the type of person I dislike the most.

S: (chuckles) It’s a pity. Since coming to Milgram, I’m being hated by children left and right. Even though I do like them.

E: Hmph. Like I care. But… but, you know…

S: Hm?

E: Thank you for saving Fuuta and Mahiru. I’m glad you’re here in Milgram, and I mean this from the bottom of my heart.

S: Es…kun…

E: That’s all. Prisoner no.5, Shidou – sing your sins.

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I need a conversation between Eddie and reader in It Was Just One Night when he comes over and is rubbing her back or while they are eating

Hiii babes!! I will happily give you this! I hope you enjoy all them trying to be nicer to each other but also it’s a work in progress 😂🙈💖

-find all things One Night Stand Eddie here✨

*Eddie doesn’t really know what he’s doing but you honestly don’t care because he has food*

“Is this…to like..rough?” “Huh?” “Is this…are you eating cheese fries while I rub your back?” “Yes? I’m about to be a mom I need to get used to multitasking.” “That’s true I guess…so uhm…how was your day?” “It was good oh I have something for your apartment.” “You do?” “Yeah it’s on the counter in the kitchen…don’t judge the wrapping job.” “Do you want me to open it now or like…later?” “Eddie it’s just a house warming gift…you can open it whenever you want…oh that feels so good.” “Don’t fall asleep because you’ll just face plant into your fries and I know you’d cry for wasting them.” “Wow you know me so well…don’t worry I’ll tell you when I’m getting sleepy…so how was your day?” “It was fine…worked on getting Dotty’s room together.” “What’s the theme? Rock and roll with a hint of pink?” “No I went with uhm the baby pink and pale yellow polka dot theme you…liked…it was easier to find the whole crib set and stuff so yeah hopefully she likes it.” “You hated that set when I showed it to you at the store.” “Yeah well…it grew on me.” “Did you bring your vest?” “Oh no I’m sorry I forgot.” “That’s fine I’ll just come over tomorrow…I need to see what you’ve done with the place.” “You sure you aren’t sleepy? You’re not eating your fries.” “I’m…kinda sorta…getting sleepy.” “Okay then come on let me take these…now just get comfortable and I’ll rub your back a little more.” “I want to see you open your gift.” “Uh then….just get comfortable while I go get it.” “I swear if you laugh at the wrapping I’m going to cry.” “Oh relax…it’s not even that bad…I’m a little scared to open it.” “Don’t be annoying.” “Oh wow…is this-” “the first time we saw Dotty on an ultrasound? Yes…figured you’d like to have your own copy in your apartment…sorry if the frame doesn’t go with your decor.” “It’s perfect…thanks.” “You’re welcome…do you mind turning the lamp off?” “Oh shit yeah yeah sorry…” “goodnight Eddie.” “Uhm goodnight…I’ll be in the living room if you need me.” “You can just sleep in here…don’t make a big thing about it okay? I can feel your awkwardness from here..it’s a king sized bed so don’t worry we won’t even touch.” “Are you sure?” “Mhhm.” “Words please…I really need to hear you say it…are you sure you want me to sleep in here with you? Or is it just the cheese fries and chicken nugget induced euphoria that has you saying crazy things like this?” “You are so fucking dramatic…yes Eddie it’s fine if you sleep in here with me.” “Okay…then I’ll sleep in here.” “Awesome…goodnight Eddie.” “Goodnight…uh can I say..goodnight to her?” “Sure…” “goodnight Princess…daddy loves you…let your mom sleep tonight okay? Because daddy doesn’t wanna be woken up fifty times in the middle of the night so she can go pee.” “Let’s see how well she listens to you..”

#one night stand convos #eddie munson au #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson series #eddie munson x pregnant!reader #dad!eddie x mom!reader #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson enemies to lovers #eddie munson slow burn #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader fluff #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson social media au #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby

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mermaidgirl30 · 1 month

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Love Amidst the Blue Ch 2: Captured✨

Series Masterlist

A/N: I hope you enjoy chapter two! Joel and mermaid reader are so 🥰 Enjoy all the fluff and please let me know yours thoughts!

Chapter Summary: After discovering a magic necklace that’ll give you what you desire, you get caught in a net and find yourself trapped. It’s not just any boat though, it’s Joel’s boat.

Pairing: sailor! Joel x mermaid fem! reader

Word Count: 7k

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only MDNI)

Chapter Tags: Reader finds a magic shell necklace, pining, fluff, a little bit of angst, tension, longing, Joel takes care of reader

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

The next day you can’t wait to see Joel. You’d stayed awake half the night just daydreaming about those dreamy brown eyes and calloused hands as you rolled back and forth in the silky pink clam shell bed. You want to see him again, want to ask him about all his sailing adventures and treasures he’s found. So that’s exactly what you’d do. Tonight.

You quickly check your hair in the long standing mirror and pick a rainbow colored sea flower from the ocean floor, spinning around in a circle as you bring it to your face to smell and place it back down in the soft sand. You flick your tail and swim through the kingdom of Capri as you pass other mermaids and mermen, trailing your fingers along golden palace walls and shimmery pearls that hang from strings beside the palace entrance.

Before you can make it out, you run into your father, the king of Capri. “Oh, hi father,” you say dreamily as your head fills with images of Joel’s handsome face.

“Morning, sweetie. Where are you off to in such a hurry? Haven’t seen you lately, you okay?” he asks as he trails his eyes over your lovesick expression, trying your best not to give yourself away.

“I’m okay. Just wanted to get a head start on picking some shells in the kelp beds. You know how I love making jewelry,” you lie, trying your best to keep a straight face as a slight giggle escapes your lips.

Your father looks at you carefully, his golden crown slipping further down his long locks as his glistening gold triton sits next to his intricate throne made of shells. If he suspects something, he doesn’t say. He just nods his head as a smile tugs at his lips.

“Ahh, I see. You always did make the finest jewelry in the kingdom,” he smiles. “Just be careful. Take Scar with you. I’ve been hearing rumors that humans have been getting close to the area. Don’t want you getting tangled up in that nonsense,” he warns, his eyes on fire as he thinks about the day he lost his most precious wife. The day you lost your mom and half your people. That cold, dreadful day.

“Promise, daddy. I’ll be safe.”

Marissa and Cleo narrow their eyes at you in the back of the room, knowing damn well you are in fact meddling in human affairs. You drag your eyes over to them and give them a pleading look, begging them not to say a word. They must acknowledge it because they don’t say a word, they just float and stare at you with beady eyes.

“Alright, well have fun. Just be careful and don’t talk to the eels. They’re always pulling nasty tricks with us,” he says with narrowed eyes.

“Goodbye, daddy,” you say as you wave and head out, swimming through thick beds of seaweed as you pass a school of clown fish.

You don’t get very far until Marissa and Cleo are swimming in front of you, blocking you from going any further.

“Where are you off to really?” Cleo asks as her long blonde hair spirals down her back, her aquamarine tail fanning out as she narrows her piercing blue eyes at you.

“You’re going to see that human again, aren’t you?” Marissa just copies her menacing look and crosses her arms as her tail turns a deeper purple than it was a few minutes ago.

You’re trapped. They know what you plan to do, and there’s no point lying to them. They know. “Tonight, yes,” you confess with a sigh, feeling them judge you harshly by the way they gnash their teeth in your direction.

“You’re so selfish, you know that? Risking our kind, for what? So you can live out your little daydream of finding love with a human? You’re so fucking selfish, sister. So stupid,” Marissa says with sharp incisors snarling in your direction.

You take it upon yourself to fight back, defend your stance. “I’m not being selfish! If you just for once listened to me, you’d know he was different. He doesn’t want to hurt me. He’s going to tell me all about the human world, answer all my questions about being on land,” you fight back, standing up for yourself.

“Pffft. Gods, you’re delusional. You’re going to risk everything!” Cleo shouts as her blaring voice booms through the water. You gasp at the force of her words.

“I’m not though…” you say quietly, biting your lip to soothe the guilt inside your stomach. Maybe you are risking it all, but he wouldn’t hurt you. Would he?

“You forget your place in this family,” Marissa snarls bitterly. “Do you remember what happened to Stacia? Remember how she was so sure she found a nice human man? Remember how he dragged a knife through her heart and left her to bleed out on the ocean floor!” The pain in her voice is stifling as you cringe against her rough accusations.

Stacia. Of course you remembered. You remembered how heart broken your mother and father were, remembered him banishing any of his people from ever speaking to humans again. Now all they did was sing their siren songs to sailors while drowning them in the water which you were supposed to be a part of, too…

“Of course I remember! But Joel, he’d never do that…” you say quietly, trying your best not to shed a tear at how furious you are.

“Go on then. We won’t wait up for you,” Marissa says sharply as her and Cleo turn and swim back to the palace.

You sigh and swim the opposite way of them, feeling Scar follow behind as a large shadow takes form over your body. You can already feel Scar’s judgement wearing down on you, can feel the warning that lies in his big eyes.

“Scar, don’t make me feel anymore guilty than I already do,” you sigh out, carrying your body through the crystal clear water as you pass another school of colorful fish. “I know what I’m doing,” you press. He just rolls his eyes and continues following you, watching over you just like you did for him that cold, dark day years ago.

You continue swimming through the blue water as you flip through small rock tunnels and coast along the sandy bottom. You’re so close to your cave full of treasures that you can practically feel your collected items start to hum. Or wait, did you actually hear a buzzing sound?

You dive down further, dodging floating kelp and going into darker regions like places you shouldn’t be going. The water becomes colder, more frigid as you pass in between a rock formation. One that Scar won’t be able to fit through.

You look up at him swimming close by and you can hear his warning words come deep from within him. “Don’t go places where I can’t protect you. You know what lies beneath this area,” he warns as his large tail swishes back and forth, making circles in the water.

“Just give me a second. I hear something. Be right back,” you promise as you push your way through the narrow surface of crowded rocks.

You slide against the rocky terrain and follow the buzzing noise. It seems to reverberate off the rocks, making its way all the way down into your bones. The humming seems to ring in your ears, making its way all the way down to your fast beating heart.

Thump, thump, thump.

You can hear it, can feel it all the way down to your shiny fins. Whatever it is is calling to you, yelling your name as it echoes off the jagged rocks. You can hear Scar slashing against the water, but you keep going. You have to find out what it is.

The narrow rocks form into a wide open area that’s dark and cold, no other fish or coral reefs around this area. It’s a place you shouldn’t be. Before you can turn back around, you hear the humming noise pick up. It burns your ears as white noise takes hold of you, and when you look down is when you see something shiny sitting underneath a long grey rock.

You swim to the bottom of the dark area and brush away the sand that covers the hidden object. When you get ahold of what’s been humming and bring it back into the light, you freeze. What’s now in your hand is a long golden chain that holds the most beautiful clam shell you’ve ever seen before. Soft, creamy orange colors turn to purple and iridescent pink colors as you feel along every crevice of the shell. It’s unique, unlike any you had found before, and now it’s yours.

When you turn around to go show Scar what you have found, you’re stopped in place, unable to move as a long, slimy eel stands in your way of your only exit out of here. You gasp as your eyes go wide, remembering the warning your father had given you earlier.

Don’t talk to the eels, they only want to trick us.

“Well, well, well. So, someone finally found the magic necklace,” she says as she flashes you a sly smirk.

“Magic necklace?” you ask confused as you look back over the shiny shell. It didn’t look magical, not that you could see.

“My dear girl, that there is no ordinary necklace. It only shows itself to those who are worthy, to those pure of heart, to those desperate for something more,” she teases as she slithers around you with her cold, slimy tail.

You knit your eyebrows together and hold it tighter in your hand. “But what does it do? What makes it magical?” you ask conflicted. You shouldn’t be talking to an eel, shouldn’t even be here alone. But yet you stay, unable to leave as you need answers now.

“You long for legs, don’t you?” she smirks as a small laugh echoes around the dark water as you stare into the light that shines from behind the narrow rock formation.

“What makes you say that?” you ask sharply, not wanting to give your intentions away with Joel.

“It’s obvious, dear. That necklace there is a powerful thing. Put it on and you are free to go on land, have legs, explore the human world as if you were a human yourself.”

“What?” you gasp as you feel your eyes widen more.

“Yes, child. Put it on and you’ll never have to worry about being stuck with a tail again. Unless that’s what you want. You’d be free to take it off anytime and return to the sea. It’s up to you, but looks like it’s yours now.”

A low snicker cackles from her sharp teeth and her eyes glow a tinted yellow. Something malicious and evil sits in her voice, and you know something isn’t right. It’s almost like she is tricking you.

“You’re tricking me!” you accuse, voice higher as you shout your accusations.

“Oh, but I’m not. Don’t you trust me?” she laughs as she rubs up against your arm and swirls her tail against the back of your neck. You squirm at her cold touch.

“My father told me not to trust your kind,” you say carefully.

The eel spits in your direction. “Your father is a fool, child. I’m not lying to you when I say that necklace does just that. It’s an old, ancient magic. One so strong that it was kept in a tiny vessel and hidden away many years ago. You keep it safe, and it’s yours. Don’t let anyone take it from you because in the wrong hands it could be very, very dangerous,” she warns as she stalks around you slowly, her flashy eyes staring into yours like a hunter watching its prey.

You examine the necklace in your palm, watching the shiny shell glisten around your hold. The colors seem to swirl like a rainbow, the golden chain calling you to put it on. And you want to, you want to so bad. Human legs? Could you really go on land at your own free will without any consequences? No. There had to be consequences, there had to be something.

“What’s the catch?” you ask nervously, eye darting back to the slimy eel in front of you.

“The catch? Oh, yes. The catch,” she smiles a devious smirk your way that screams danger. This is dangerous, she is dangerous. “The catch is, don’t let it get broken or taken. For if you take it off on land, you have two days to make it back to the ocean.”

“What happens if I don’t make it back in time?” you ask slowly, your voice as quiet as a sea urchin.

“You die,” she warns as your pupils expand into pure terror. “Basically, you’ll turn back into a mermaid and suffocate to death. Your body will turn to dust, and you’ll be left with nothing but a mere breeze carried out to sea.”

“Oh.” You have no words, nothing to say except is this really what you want? To risk your own safety for a human?

“Well, go on now. Put it on, child,” she coaxes, her grimy teeth snarling up at you like a trickster would.

You slowly look at the necklace, turning it over as you think and think and think. Joel. The human world. So many things you want to see. Before you really think it through, you unclasp the latch and throw it around your neck, clipping the clasp into place as the glistening shell sits just above your breasts. This is it. This is what you always wanted. Right?

The eel laughs sadistically, curling her tail along your wrist as she brushes past you back into the dark shadows. “Remember, two days. Be careful out there, child. You never know who you might run into…”

With that, she disappears into the dark depths of a cave, and you waste no time as you swim free of your confined area. You push your way through the narrow, rocky opening and meet scar on the other side. You see him eye your new flashy jewelry and see the way he looks at you as if you had done something bad.

You grip it tight and try to take his focus off it. “It’s nothing, Scar. Just something I found under a rock. It’s nothing to worry about.”

You see him brush past you as he swims ahead of you, and you follow silently. You can already feel the judgement coming off his large body. Maybe you shouldn’t have taken it, maybe this was too risky, but you did. You did. No going back now.

You swim ahead of Scar, pushing your shimmery tail as fast as you can possibly go. You brush up against silky kelp beds, making bubbles swirl up to the surface like a whirlwind. You keep swimming and swimming and swimming until you’re there. Back at the boat. Back at his boat.

Pushing free to the surface, you feel the sunlight rain down on you as bursts of warmth hit your bare shoulders, letting the salt water drip down your radiant face as you slowly slip closer to the grand boat. The water is calm, the boat gently rocking side to side as you watch the sails slowly sway in the warm breeze.

You swim closer, keeping your head down as you circle one side of the boat. You see a crew of men shuffling their way back and forth on the deck, watching the way the men shout to each other as they work. One man with a blue bandanna across his matted hair is untangling a large fishing net, another is scrubbing the deck with an object you don’t know the name of. There’s no sign of Joel though.

You sulk on the surface and slap the edge of the water with your palm as you pout your bottom lip out. One look. You just wanted to see his beautiful face once until you could see him tonight. You slowly turn the other way, about to head back underwater, when suddenly you hear a high pitched whistle from the deck. You turn and freeze, your eyebrows knitting together as you see one of the men staring at you in awe.

Oh no. No, no, no. They weren’t supposed to see you.

He’s still staring at you, eyes wide and mouth hanging open as you hear him call out to the other men on the ship. You sink down into the water, dropping into the dark shadows as you stay still, afraid you’ll be seen again.

You weren’t supposed to go out until tonight. Why didn’t you just wait?

After a few minutes pass, you slip out of the shadows and swim back close to the surface, making sure not to stick your head out of the water. Scar swims past you with a warning, and you turn your head to tell him you’re okay.

“Everything’s fine, Scar. I think it’s safe now. I think…”

Before you can finish your sentence, something rough and jagged falls on top of you. You try to swim away, but your tail gets tangled up and caught in something you can’t quite get out of. As you look back at what it is, your heart drops out of your chest. A net.

“Scar!” you scream, cries of bloody murder reaching the deep depths of the water.

No, no, no. This can’t be happening. Joel wouldn’t hurt you. Would he?

The more you try to squirm, the more your tail gets twisted in the bindings. The net starts to reel you in, taking you up further to the surface. Scar tries to desperately get you out, but the netting only rubs up against his rough skin.

“Go on, I don’t want them to hurt you,” you say sadly to your friend. His big black eyes stare at you, but he silently agrees.

“And don’t tell father or my sisters, please. I’ll find a way back. This won’t be the end,” you promise.

You watch Scar swim off in a hurry, muttering words under his breath as he heads further beneath the darkness. You really hope he’ll keep his word and not tell your father. He’d kill every single man on this boat, including Joel.

As the net pulls you up further, you toss and turn. You lash at the bindings, but it only makes it tighter around your body. Your shimmery scales on your fins feel like they’re about to be pulled off the harder you fight.

Anxiety starts to take over, you feel like you’re suffocating underwater as you’re pulled to the surface. Your entire body feels like it’s on fire as the harsh net tears into your skin. You let out a blood curdling scream as the net scratches at your arm, forming a large gash as crimson blood starts seeping out.

You’re going to die, you’re never going to see your family again. Why the fuck did you put your faith in a human? Why?!

Joel hears the horrifying screams and sees his men hauling up the large, heavy net. Cold seaweed filled water starts dripping over the side of the wooden deck as the flash of a sparkly pink tail comes into clear focus.

Joel goes wide-eyed, dropping his golden telescope to the floor as he screams and runs to his crew. “What the fuck are you doing!” His voice is panicked, his heart pounding in his chest as he takes in your terrified face. He’s afraid they’ll kill you.

“Catching a mermaid, cap’n!” Jasper laughs out as he helps haul up his precious treasure. “Told ya mermaids were real, didn’t I?”

Joel’s shocked, his boots frozen to the sea clad wood as his mind races. Without thinking, he runs over to the men and starts pushing them out of the way as the net comes crashing down to the deck. Salt water spills over the edges as you shiver in fright, horror written all over your beautiful face.

Your necklace seems to burn hot against your chest as the orange color glows brightly under the sunlight. You look down at your perfect tail and see the sparkly scales start to shed as the tail starts to evaporate. You stare in horror as your tail splits in two, forming smooth legs in its place.

Suddenly you realize you’re naked as the men stare in hunger, their mouths drooling as they take in your curves. You hug your knees to your chest to try to pry their eyes away. Cold. You feel so cold, so scared as the men surround you like starving hounds. You want to go home. You want to go home. This was a mistake, a huge mistake. They’ll hurt you. They’ll hurt you.

Joel pushes the men out of the way and starts peeling off his white button-up shirt as his worried look encases all of his features. He bends down to your level and wraps the shirt around you to cover your exposed body up.

“Can you guys back up? For the love of God, give her some air! Christ,” he yells out annoyed as he looks back at you with wide eyes, his calloused hand brushing the side of your cheek as you push back out of his reach.

“Hey, hey. It’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt ya,” he responds as he puts his hands in the air as if to show he’s harmless. Your body relaxes a little, but you still don’t fully trust him.

“A mermaid, cap’n! What happened to her tail?” a man with shaggy hair hanging over his slumped shoulders and dirty brown shirts yells appalled.

“Didn’t know mermaids could come on land with legs. What sorcery is that?” another rugged pirate asks as he untangles the rough net they used to catch you.

You cover your ears and sink your knees deep into your chest as you hide your face from view. You want to go back home, get away from all the noise of prying eyes and raspy voices. You regret coming to shore, you regret it all, you shouldn’t have come because you trusted a human. How could you have been so stupid?

“Silence!” Joel yells as he bends down to your level and cups your chin as he raises your head to face him. You shiver, your body sinking into itself as you shake from the cold air and damp shirt.

“Hey, it’s alright, sweetheart. Nobody’s gonna hurt ya.”

His calloused fingers linger under your chin, dragging along your smooth skin as you stare into honey flecked eyes. You try to look away, but you can’t escape those eyes. Those beautiful orbs made of light and dark brown flecks mixing together to make the prettiest shade of brown eyes you’ve ever seen in your entire life. Those alone tell you he’s safe, he won’t hurt you.

Safe. He’s safe.

Your eyes travel down his glistening tan, salt water coated skin as you take in how broad he is. Flexed biceps and spidery veins skating down his entire arms. He’s so handsome.

Suddenly, he’s gripping at your wrist. “Your arm. It’s bleeding,” he says with a rushed breath as he scans the large cut on your forearm. “C’mon, let’s go clean that up. Can you stand?” he asks as he reaches out a large hand.

You take a minute to weigh your options. You can either stay in the presence of the grimy pirates, or you can go with Joel where it’s quiet. You choose Joel. When you lift yourself up with your arms and try to take a step forward, your legs start to shake and your knees cave in. You almost go tumbling to the deck until strong arms catch you before you hit the hard floor.

“Whoa, slow down there. Here, let me help you.” Joel picks you up and cradles you in his arms as he starts to walk toward the stairs that’ll lead him beneath the boat.

“Get back. Give her some air,” Joel growls as his men start to part the sea, dirty bodies backing up to make way for Joel to get through.

You unknowingly sink into his warm chest, hiding your face in the crook of his neck so you won’t have to see their wandering gazes to your barely covered body. Joel pulls you tighter against his chest as he feels your discomfort.

“I got ya, sweetheart. It’s alright, they’re not gonna hurt ya. I promise,” he says against the shell of your ear, and somehow you believe him. He’s not lying to you. Why would he?

He takes you down some wooden steps and back into a large room. You slowly peek up from his chest and take a look around the room. Light shines through the little portholes of the boat. A couple of glowing lamps hang from the wooden walls as a table covered by maps and compasses lays in the middle of the room. A small bed with crisp white sheets sits in the left corner of the room, and pictures of the ocean and secluded islands line the walls. It’s very… cozy in here.

“Is this your room?” you ask as your eyes scan the small area. It has to be his room, it just screams Joel.

“Mhm. It’s where I come to sleep and scan out maps when I’m on the boat. I live just up the coast, but I spend so much time out on the water that I needed my own little space. A place where my crew wouldn’t bother me,” he chuckles out as he carefully sets you down in a wooden chair.

“Do they just sleep upstairs?”

“No,” he laughs as he shakes his head, “They have their own little quarters down on the opposite side of the boat. Didn’t need them wakin’ me up with their snoring and drunken nonsense.”

You laugh as you see a smile curl around his soft lips and a dimple forms in the center of his cheek. You swear he’s the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen. So strong yet so soft. You get so caught up in his charm that you almost forget you’re shaking and your arm is bleeding.

“You cold, sweetheart?” he asks softly as he grabs a couple of fluffy towels and a first aid kit from the other side of the room.

“Just a little,” you say with chattering teeth as his white button-up shirt barely grazes the bottom of your thighs. You’re very aware now that you’re almost naked in front of him which gives you a weird fluttering sensation in your low stomach that you’ve never felt before. How strange.

“Here ya go. Maybe this’ll help.” He throws a soft white towel over your shoulders, and you wrap it around yourself as it brings you a little comfort and warmth. “Better?”

“Better,” you confirm with the nod of your head.

“Good, that’s good. Now let’s take a look at that arm.”

He rolls the cotton sleeve up slowly and reaches for something that’s in a clear bottle. As he unscrews it, he says, “Now this might sting a bit.”

When he pours some of the liquid onto the cut, you flinch and try to pry your arm away, but he holds tight to it. “Hey, hey, hey. It’s alright, the worst part is over,” he reassures as he presses a towel into the wound and rests a hand gently on your knee. The sudden shift of his softness makes you stop flinching and makes you look down at him.

His soft brown eyes threaten to swallow you whole, his crooked smile could calm raging hurricanes with how beautiful it shines around the room. Like the sunlight beaming through the waters of Capri, all crystal like and calming.

He watches you closely as he wraps your cut up with some kind of material you don’t know the name of. His touch is so delicate, so soft as he takes the proper care to make sure you’re not hurting anymore.

Warm. He’s so warm. So very gentle. And you see yourself falling for him even more now.

“There ya go. All bandaged up. We can probably take this off tomorrow, but just want to make sure it doesn’t get infected.”

“Thank you,” you say quietly as your fingers trail along the clothed material that covers your wound.

“It was nothin’, don’t even mention it. It’s the least I can do for my stupid men catchin’ you in that net. I’m really sorry for that, I had no idea. Those men had no right and I’m gonna give them hell about it the rest of the week and…”

You silence him as you reach your shaky arm out and cup the side of his jaw as your thumb trails along the lines of his dark, patchy scruff. His eyes widen as he looks up at you under the fringe of his dark eyelashes. His full attention is on you now.

“Joel, it’s okay. I know now you didn’t mean to harm me. You don’t have to apologize for them. It wasn’t your doing.”

“Yeah, but still. They could’ve harmed you even more if I wasn’t there. They could’ve…”

“Joel.” Your calming voice stops him again as the panic seems to leave his eyes for good. “It’s okay, really.”

Joel looks unsure of himself but nods his head anyway. His calloused fingers still graze along your knee as the contact of his skin on yours seems to send a fire down your legs.

Legs. That’s right, you have legs now. Joel’s eyes look down at your long, smooth legs as he takes them in slowly, his eyes shifting back up to yours as one of his hands slide down one of your calves cautiously. Your breathing hitches at the feel of his calloused fingers on your skin.

“How is this possible? Your legs, I mean. I didn’t know mermaids could exist out of the water,” he says with the expression of surprise written all over his tan face.

“With this,” you say as you hold up the iridescent shell necklace around your neck, watching the way the pink and orange colors shine around the room from the glow of the outside sun. “It’s a magic necklace I found. As long as I wear this, I’ll have human legs. I’m free to take it off whenever to go back to sea, but I have to wear it on land to be able to survive outside the water.”

Joel reaches up and cups the shell in his hand, tracing the crevices of the shell with his thumb as his brows knit together to take in everything you just said. He looks starstruck, not believing his own eyes as he sets it back down to your chest.

“Magic necklace, huh? Mermaids? This is all unbelievable,” he chuckles as he shakes his head. “I can’t believe I met a mermaid this week, and now you have legs? Christ,” he murmurs as he stands up and starts pacing back and forth in front of you while his right hand rakes through his thick scruff.

“Is that bad?” you ask cautiously, afraid he’ll leave at any second and leave you here all alone.

He stops pacing and comes back over to you. He bends back down on one knee and gently cups your face as you gasp out in surprise. The touch of his hand is so warm, so soothing. You want to stay like this forever.

“No, sweetheart. S’not bad. It’s just… how is it that I met the most beautiful mermaid and got you on my boat now? It’s almost like it’s…”

“Fate?” you answer for him, your eyes sinking into his light honey eyes that seem to set your soul on fire.

“Exactly that. Fate.” He repeats as he looks closely into your eyes.

His thumb traces over your bottom lip as his brown eyes flick to your mouth. He looks like he wants to kiss you, looks like he wants to devour you with his plush lips that call to you like one of your siren songs. He’s so close, so very close as he grazes his thumb gently back and forth.

Before you can react, he gets up off his knee and holds out his hands to you. “Can you walk?” he asks as he reaches out to you.

“I don’t know…” you answer quietly as you shift your feet beneath you.

“C’mere. I’ll help you. I won’t let you fall, promise.”

You nod and take one more look at your new legs before you grab his hands and lift yourself up. Your legs shake beneath you, but Joel has a strong grip on you.

“Alright now. Take a few steps for me, walk towards me,” he instructs as you listen to his words. You take one, two, three steps as your feet start to get a hold of how to move on their own. Your legs feel more firm underneath you the more steps you take. Joel leads you around the whole living corridors as you take one hand off him.

“There ya go, sweetheart. Doin’ so good. Now try without me. Go on.” He slips his other hand from you and watches as you take the next few steps over to him without any help. Your legs feel stronger, more powerful with each step you take. It’s not so hard after all.

“I think I’ve got it!”

“Yeah, think ya do, sweetheart.” He crosses his arms and leans against the hollow table as the warm brown flecks in his eyes seer into yours like two stones being melded into one.

You smile up at him shyly and then come across the maps splayed all across the table in a heap. Your fingers trail along the sheets of paper as you take in all the different markings on the maps. Red circles, black lines, words sprawled in different locations on the maps. It looks like he was studying them closely.

“Are these yours?” you ask curiously as he circles around and comes up next to you.

“Yeah, these are all mine,” he answers as he twists one of the colorful maps around.

“What are you looking for?” you ask wondrously as you scan along a long line next to the shoreline.

“Well, there was a shipwreck many years ago that happened around this area. There’s said to be some rare treasures hidden around this location from the wreck. I’ve been trying to find it for a year now, but no such luck. There’s other areas I could be searching, but this one just piqued my interest. So I haven’t given up.”

Your brows furrow together as you study one of the maps, letting your mind wander into far off places. “Maybe I could help you.”

His eyes go wide as his mouth drops open. “You’d help me?”

“Why not? I know these waters better than anyone. And treasure? It’s one of my favorite things to find. I’m always collecting what I can from shipwrecks that people don’t even know about.”

“Really?” he asks incredulously as stares at you in wonder, like you’re a goddess from another world.

“Really,” you giggle as you face back towards him, “but only if you show me your world, too.”

His eyes fade into a warm honeysuckle brown as his lips relax into a crooked smile. “Deal.”

As your eyes fade back down to the marked up maps, he starts to tell you something else. “Ya know, I have a whole room back at home full of treasures I’ve collected over the years. In fact, I have an entire library full of artifacts and books you’d probably love.”

Your eyes shoot up in a frenzy as your mouth drops open. “You do?”

“Mhm. Ya know, I was plannin’ to go back home for a few days tomorrow. Would you… would you want to come back with me? I could show you around the land. Could show you around my place. Could show you anythin’ you wanted to see.”

Your eyes gaze into his as his hand slowly grazes over yours, and you swear you see stars in his eyes. “I’d show you the whole world, gorgeous.” He grabs your hand and brushes his lips over the back of your knuckles, and you about drop to your knees right there.

Charming. He’s so charming.

“Yes,” you whisper out, your voice deceiving you as you shake your head out of the love sick trance you’re under. “I’d love to see it with you.”

He nods his head and settles it. “Alright then. It’s a deal.”

He drops your hand back to the table, and he spends hours after that showing you all his maps, telling you all about his adventures on the water, and you just soak in every bit of him that you can.

By the time the sun goes down and the lanterns light up the dim area, you’re yawning and trying hard not to fall asleep. Throughout all the events of the day, it’s just about knocked you completely out.

“Here, why don’t you take my bed tonight? You look exhausted.”

You shake your head and try to refuse. “No, no. I couldn’t possibly take your bed.”

Joel places a hand gently on your bicep and lingers there. “Please, just take it. I have a small cot in the corner I can dig out. I’m alright, you take the bed tonight. Please.”

His calloused fingers linger on your arm, and you feel the heat all the way through the cotton shirt as it simmers down into your blood like hot lava filling your lungs. You take another look at his lips that hang just inches from yours and whisper out quietly, “Okay.”

He drops his hand from your arm and grabs a clean t-shirt from his small cedar closest. “Here, put this on. I'm sure you want something more comfortable to sleep in. I’ll get you some real clothes tomorrow. There’s so many dresses I think you’d love, I’ll pick some up tomorrow,” he confirms as he holds out his hand for you to take the white cotton t-shirt.

Your hand grazes his, and you can’t help but always gasp when his skin comes in contact with yours. It feels electric, like you were made to touch him. You take the shirt from him and he turns around and walks to the other end of the room. “Go on now. I won’t peek. Just want ya in somethin’ more dry.”

Your eyes flick to him, and he keeps his word. You quickly unbutton the long sleeved shirt and drop it to the floor. When the shirt hits the ground, you see Joel fighting with himself to not take a quick peek at your body. You hang there for just a second gazing across at him. You watch the way his strong back muscles flex as his jaw clenches up, his fist flexing at his side as he fights to keep himself composed.

You almost wish he’d turn around because there’s a weird sensation between your thighs that you can’t quite pinpoint. Strange. He makes you feel so strange. So alive. It’s just so weird.

You avert your eyes from Joel and slide the cotton shirt over your head as it grazes your thighs. You climb into bed and feel just how comfortable the soft sheets and white blankets feel on your skin. This might even be more comfortable than your shiny clam shell bed back under the sea.

“Alright, I’m dressed,” you confirm as he slowly turns around and walks over to you as his boots scuff across the wooden floor.

“Is it warm enough for ya? You comfortable enough?” he asks as his hands come to rest on the side of the bed.

“Mhm. It’s perfect,” you yawn as you turn to the left to get a better view of his sun tanned face.

“Good. Well, get some sleep, sweetheart. Got a busy day tomorrow.”

He trails his fingers over your jawline as he runs the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone slowly. Your breath hitches in your throat as he so carefully grazes it down to your bottom lip again. You really think he’ll kiss you this time, but he crushes those hopes as soon as he drops his fingers from your face.

“Let me know if you need anythin’, sweetheart. I’ll be right here.”

You sigh and watch him set up his little cot in the corner of the opposite side of the room, wishing he was in the bed with you instead. As he sits down after it’s set up, you start to close your eyes as the last few words leave your lips before darkness takes over. “Goodnight, Joel.”

“Goodnight, my little mermaid.”

And then you fade into the darkness.

Joel stays up for the next hour just watching you sleep. He watches the way your hair falls over your shoulders as you hug the cotton pillow to your cheek. He watches the way your chest rises and falls softly when you sleep. He notices the long eyelashes that kiss your skin as a small smile creeps over his lips. He thinks you’re so beautiful, so perfect. He knows he’s falling fast, he knows he should be more careful, but with you he doesn’t want to be cautious. He wants to dive in head first and drown in your saltwater coated skin. He wants to be the one. He wants to be your only one. And he will be. He will.

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chycoin · 2 months

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Last part of my acoustic review!

First Previous

(Ik @lizaluvsthis pointed this out but I still wanted to talk about this scene as well)

When Smg3 hides Mario inside his hat for almost a good minute, Mario jumps out of there claiming that Smg3 needs to use shampoo or in other words needs a good shower.

Now, if we look into the latest video from the SMG4 Crew, if you’re one of those people who looks closer into the background details to find lore or clues that can lead up to a possible plot in future episodes of the series, you can see that Smg4 has researched if Smg3 takes a shower (as if Google is going to know that ._.xD) because he also has noticed that 3 stinks to the point that is kinda unbearable to be near him and even calling him out on it.

During the writing of this, I was talking to my partner and pointing out that Smg3 hasn’t taken a shower in days if not weeks, which I didn’t expect to have the same idea as him about the reason that he hasn’t taken a shower could be because maybe the guy is depressed since having depression can lead to not care about your hygiene that much or even yourself.

Which I’m going say that its probably going to get worse but who knows, maybe after this episode Smg3 will open up more but trust takes a long time to build up and specially when you lived almost your entire life alone, with no one to trust or cry to. Being in someone else’s shadow and everyone just viewing you as just the bad guy and never looking underneath that evil persona that you built up over the years.

But moving on, after Mario complains about Smg3’s odor. Getting poisoned, carried has a football, kidnapped and pulled like a rag doll…

Some may think that Smg4 still sees Smg3 as someone selfish and all but here’s the thing…

How was he supposed to know that Smg3 wasn’t feeling alright, if 3 isn’t letting his feelings out and just bottling himself to the point he snaps to Smg4 and tells him how he feels. How he’s been viewing himself as. Not caring anymore if Smg4 judges him or makes fun of him for being vulnerable, just like it happened when they wrecked his studio.

He even sounded like he was about to breakdown in front of Mario and Smg4, definitely a lot of emotion right there. To which I’ll say that James really did a good job with the voice acting👌

Now that Smg4 knows how 3’s been feeling, he does what a friend does and he well said it at the beginning of the episode

He lets Smg3 have the USB that was going to make 4’s channel popular, so 3’s café can be popular instead because he knows how much it matters to Smg3. He knows that this is going to give 3 that love and fame he’s been wanting for years.

If you guys remember that Sun and Moon example I did on the first part of this long ass review.

If I well said that the moon (Smg3) can’t shine that bright because is just a floating rock, it doesn’t mean the moon can’t receive help from the sun (Smg4) to shine a little bit by sharing some of that light. So, that’s what happened here.

(I expected a hug but I still like the fist bump 🤲✨)

After a beautiful and sentimental moment between these goobers, they see a light that at first they thought it was a sunrise but of course, they forgot that the dump was having a daily clean up that same night and like any normal human being, they would freak out and try to escape the place before getting blown to ashes.

Smg3 blames Mario for running away and Mario tells him that if only they knew how to BLJ, they wouldn’t have taken that long to find him. That’s when Smg4 has an idea to get them out of there, telling Mario to BLJ for their lives.

Eventually they get out of there and land on 3’s CnB. Smg3 grabs the video and starts to upload it to endorse his café buuut the plot twist is that the video with “Michael Jordan” didn’t have “Michael Jordan” and instead had a snail with name of “Mikel Jorden” endorsing the café.

Here’s where I question if Smg4 really know’s how to read? Like I get it, people can misread and it isn’t crime at all but man, there’s no way you didn’t catch the differences between “Michael Jordan” and “Mikel Jorden” ._.xD

Anyways, Smg3 was about to hand 4’s ass to him, after realizing he went through all that trouble for nothing and Smg4 wasn’t going to do anything about it since he would’ve probably done the same thing in 3’s place.

Though, someone enters the place, to which 3 & 4 turn around to see who entered the establishment and realized it was no other than Mikel Jorden and a bunch of more snails entering the place, causing the place to temporarily close down due to snail infestation.

AND THAT’S IT!!!!

My final thoughts of this episode:

Without a doubt one of my favorites. James really did a great job with the voice acting in this episode.

He’s done a great job with Smg3 over the course of the series but this episode he really sent it with the emotion 👍

The jokes landed nicely, making me laugh more than once of course.

And finally, the plot was really good. I like that we get to dive into Smg3’s character and see what’s going on with him a little more. I wonder what other things the next episodes will have in store to discover ;)

With that said, that’s it from me.

Thanks for reading this attempt of a review I did and sorry for taking long to finish this part but I kind of procrastinated this and not to mention I had other stuff going on. If ya’ll find grammar errors, misspellings, or some misplaced arguments or thoughts, that’s because I’m no good writer nor reviewer.

Though, I wanted to give it a try since I’ve been a fan of reading and watching this kind of stuff and I’ve seen a lot of people sharing their opinions and povs about Smg4 episodes, which gave me the courage to give this a try.

Will I do this again? Idk, maybe if I get the courage to try this again but let’s see what happens ;)

Welp that’s it (frs this time xd)

Have a goodnight guys *passes out*

#tired #smg4 #smg3 #smg4 smg3 #smg4 review #ascends in peace

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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Hello love! ❤️

I wrote this little blurb and don’t know where to go with it so I figured you could have it if you want it ❤️ I can see it being something good but I don’t know if I’m the right person to write it. But here it is:

My star ✨ you absolutely could do so much with this and I hope you revisit it. For now though, I’ll add a little something to this and maybe it’ll help you do more too ❤️

Eddie doesn’t pull into the driveway, he knows better. He waits on the road.

Steve was already waiting outside for him.

That’s never a good sign.

He was hopping into the passenger seat before Eddie even registered that he was walking towards him.

“Where to?”

“Anywhere but here.”

Eddie turned around and left the neighborhood, keeping the radio turned down in case Steve wanted to talk.

But as they continued towards the trailer, Steve remained silent.

“Did something happen?”

“Just my dad being my dad.”

“Did he hurt you?”

Eddie felt Steve’s eyes on him, but he didn’t look away from the road.

“No. Not physically.”

“Good. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“Maybe later.”

Steve leaned his head back against the seat.

The rest of the ride was silent, and Eddie let his mind wander to all the possible things that could have gone wrong.

“I can hear you thinking.”

Eddie put the van in park in his yard, finally looking over at Steve.

“Just worried.”

“I’m okay.”

“You say that a lot for someone who isn’t okay a lot of the time.”

Steve sighed.

Eddie watched as he considered what to say, reached his hand out to rest on his leg to comfort him.

“He’s mad because I haven’t found a better job. He figured I would have worked on making contacts or something. I dunno.”

Eddie squeezed his thigh.

“You don’t want that though.”

“Yeah well. Try telling him that.”

“I could.”

Steve smirked.

“Yeah? What would you say?”

Eddie leaned in close, lips almost close enough to touch Steve’s.

“I’d say that he doesn’t know his son well enough to judge what he chooses to do with his life. I’d say that his son is perfect the way he is. I’d say that I love his son no matter what career he chooses, if he even chooses one at all. I’d say he doesn’t deserve to have you.”

Steve closed the space between them, his breath hot and lips warm.

“And I’d say, fuck you Richard, I’ve got plenty of people who are proud of me.”

“That’s my boy,” Eddie said before kissing him again, hungrier, wetter.

“Can we go inside so we don’t get caught in your van?”

“That’s no fun. You love when I take you apart in my van.”

Steve’s blush said more than his words could.

But Eddie led them inside, past Wayne’s room, to his bedroom.

And despite the kiss in the car, Eddie didn’t let things go far tonight.

Steve needed him close, needed him to hold him, but didn’t need more than that.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon

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outalongtheedges · 1 year

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Goose On Film

Part 2

“Oh so that’s where that picture went”, Maverick mumbled more to himself than to anyone in particular.

Not that the others would’ve cared much about what he had to say about an old picture on a corkboard in the Bradshaw’s study.

“Interesting. I thought I had lost that one”, Slider’s wife suddenly said beside him. “Should’ve known Goose took it back.”

Maverick nodded before reaching up to take the picture of him and Ice off the board. He’s had it inside of his wallet for the better part of 10 years before he had ‘lost it’.

“What do you think you’re doing there, Maverick?!”, Goose slapped his wrist before he could reach the picture. “It’s mine!”

Okay so to be fair Goose did take the picture and he also paid for them to be printed out but it still was a picture of Ice and Mav. So it made sense for Maverick to have it, right? Slider’s wife seemed to have been thinking the same thing judging by the way she eyed the photo of her husband.

“I know what you’re thinking, Pete Mitchell! Don’t even try it. It’s an important piece in my ‘Goose on Film’ series.”, Goose continued to argue with his best friend. “You got more than enough pictures of you and that blond bastard, don’t you think?”

Maverick rolled his eyes. He could never have enough pictures of him and Tom. Not in a million years could he have collected enough of them. And that picture in particular had been taken on Carole’s birthday in ‘92, and if you know anything about Carole’s birthday parties then you’d understand the significance of that photo. That Goose even managed to take a decent one of them was astounding.

Yeah okay Mav was looking down, reading god knows what and it was a little blurry, but Ice managed to look into the camera as if he’d never done anything else but model in his entire life.

“And you!”, Goose suddenly turned over to Mrs Kerner that had her fingers on one of the thumbtacks holding up her husbands picture, “Don’t even think about it! I’ve been to your house, the walls are full of pictures of Slider and his ugly mug!”

“But not this one. Look at how cute he looks…”, she looked the photo dreamily.

“I don’t know about Slider and cute.”, Goose and Mav said at the same time, questioning looks on their faces.

“Oh come on! You guys know what I mean!”

They did know, Goose and Mav could stare at their respective partners for hours and call them every term of endearment under the sun and wouldn’t get tired.

„Come on Goose!“, Maverick whined pointing at the picture. „Let me have it back. It doesn’t look nice enough for your photo books anymore anyways.“

„What exactly did you do with yours, Pete?“, Mrs Kerner asked with a raised brow, looking sceptical as ever. „Looks like you crumpled it up.“

„I had it in my wallet? And then on my plane.“

„You know what you’re right. They’re both in horrible condition.“, Goose sighed exasperatedly, „I still have the negatives. Take them and treat them horribly! No respect for my art!“

Slider’s wife took the picture down triumphantly and folded it up the way it probably had been for years. So did Mav, staring lovingly at the photo he had stared at every time he went up in his plane.

„You two are paying for the new prints I have to make!“

„Of course Nick, honey. I’ll pay for it“, Mrs Kerner chuckled and Maverick nodded along.

All of them knew they wouldn’t pay for the prints, not that Goose would care.

———

Masterlist Part 2

Another silly little manip and this time with a story?? I’m treating you and myself (mostly myself) with this one aren’t I?

Let me know what you lovely people think ✨🎈💕

Remember be nice and respectful, have a nice day and a good nights sleep.

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writeshite · 2 years

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Male reader x homelander please, with smut and seduces him to become the good superhero, please?

Look Into His Angel Eyes

Summary:

“How about a deal? You play nice, and…and I’ll…” you’re not sure what to offer, but judging by his attachment to you, he craves the attention and touch, “...I’ll let you hold me like this from now on, at every session, starting now.” That seems to do the trick, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his grip loosens, “Good boy.” There’s an air of delight from him when you say that.

Pairings:

Homelander x Male!Reader

Tags:

Seduction To The Good Side 😭 | Empath!Reader | Therapist!Reader

Words: 1962

Author's Note:

I may have channeled some inspiration from ✨Hannibal✨ (not the cannibalism part 😭) god knows why, I don’t know where this started or where it went, but it exists now. Side note: Homelander has a praise kink. I said what I said.

“Please.”

A simple word, yes, but not often uttered on a day-to-day basis, especially by someone like Homelander. Despite the volatility of the supe, Vought kept a high employment rate among other companies; how? Simple, EAPs - Empath Assistance Programme counseling or workplace counseling - how Vought managed to garner enough empaths to deal with hundreds upon hundreds of employees plus supes is anyone’s guess. EAPs counseled ten employees, and one supe, max - Homelander, on the other hand, was a particular case. It didn’t take an empath to know how intense he could be. He didn’t have a regular EAP like the others. Instead, he was tossed between the department in a roster.

Now, it’s at this point, one might wonder, how do you get Homelander to attend a counseling session? You don’t. He comes as he pleases. You’d be lucky to get him to stay the whole hour; even then, you’d be lucky not to be stuck with him for more than an hour. The roster ran through names randomly, once it went through all the names, it would start afresh, shuffling the order, and one day, it chose you. The designated office was further away from the others, more spacious, and with a color scheme meant to invoke calm. You had arrived first and took your time to reread the notes handed to you.

Vought preferred not to diagnose their champion, so most of it was circumstantial at best, but it was helpful. Homelander arrived halfway through the designated one-hour session, rushing in with a sour look on his face; he grumbled to himself, pacing the length of the room as you watched, you paid him half attention until he turned to you, “Can you believe that?!”

You turn to him, “Believe what?” you shift on the couch when he glances down at you.

“Were you not listening to anything I was saying?”

“Well, I wasn’t sure if you were speaking to me specifically,” you respond, shrugging, “you seemed lost in your own world, and I wasn’t sure whether to intervene.” He seems taken aback by your words, offended, even that you didn’t center yourself around him the moment he entered the room. You hold your hands up, “Sorry, why don’t you start over.”

“As I was saying….” he goes off on a tirade about the Seven, Vought, and just about everything else that seemed to strike his ire this past week. “....they’re ungrateful little bastards, all of them, just because I punched a hole through some criminal, I’ve got anger issues.” He emphasizes the last part with quotation marks,

You look to the side and raise your eyebrows, “Well, I’m inclined to agree.”

“Who asked you?!”

“I’m your EAP,” you tell him. “Ok, how about we start simple? You said you the Deep surpassed you as this month’s number one hero; how did that make you feel?”

“Weren’t you paying attention? I’m pissed!”

“Why?”

“Because I’m number one, me!” He says, pointing to himself.

“According to who?” you ask, scribbling down your notes.

“Everyone! That’s why Vought made me, to be number one, not some fish man,” he throws his hands around as he speaks. His eyes take on a tint of red, and you have to clench your fist to ground yourself in the sea of rage. It takes a few tries before you dissipate it, and he becomes visibly calm. He slumps back into his seat and relaxes, “You’re a lot better at this than the others,” he remarks, slightly dazed at the euphoria of overwhelming calm.

“Thanks, I guess,” you respond, slumping back, most of your energy spent. It takes you a few tries before you can stand, and Homelander’s practically dozing off on his seat; when he doesn’t wake after the first few shakes, you leave him there and clock out for the rest of the day.

You don’t expect it to amount to anything else, but then your name gets drawn out again. And again. And again. And again. “It’s just until we get more empaths,” Ashley tells you, “Besides, you’re just so good with him. Out of everyone else in your department, you’re the only one he hasn’t threatened with bodily harm.”

The conversation happened weeks ago, but you reflect on it every now and then. You’re not sure what to think on the ‘you’re so good with him’ part until Homelander slides onto the couch beside you, head on your lap as if it were nothing. “What are you doing?”

He doesn’t answer, just lies there; your arms hover above his head, uncertain; none of the notes mention this in any capacity. Homelander moves his head back to glance up at you; he takes one of your hands and places it in his hair; he moves your hand until you catch on, and once you do, he hums happily - contact makes the distribution of emotion a lot more powerful, and the calm you often throw at him increases tenfold this way. He curls like a cat; when you graze near his ears, “You are all kinds of strange,” you comment.

But he’s already lost in the bliss, his head swimming as everything else gets drowned out, and like a cat, he’s remiss to let you stand when you must. That’s how Ashley finds you; she runs in, frantic, then her mood shifts when she spots Homelander asleep on your lap. She doesn’t mention it, not to you, but she must have said something to someone; your schedule clears up completely, and it’s all just Homelander. “Think of it as a promotion.” You’re told, and in a way, it is.

You bring it up the week before your paid time off; Homelander goes rigid in your lap, sitting up quickly, “What do you mean time off?”

“You know, contrary to your belief, my existence doesn’t revolve around you,” you say, “I get time off from work too, just like everyone else; it’s only two weeks.”

He doesn’t like that, not in the slightest. His face does the little scrunch up, you lean forward and run your hand through his hair, but he doesn’t melt as usual. He grabs your hand, “You can’t leave,” he states.

“I’m not leaving; I’m going on leave,” you repeat. “I’ll be back in no time, I promise.”

His eyes squint, and you sigh, pursing your lips; judging by the look on his face, you might not be able to leave so easily. Whatever plans you may have, are interrupted when he leans all his weight on you, you fall back against the couch, his arms wind around you, and you find yourself trapped between him and the sofa. A childish move, considering his strength and weight, you won’t be able to leave, “I’d laugh if this weren’t bloody annoying.”

He mumbles something incoherent, “Homelander.” He ignores you, determined to keep you there, “Homelander.” No indication aside from more mumbling, you huff, “John.” He looks up then, visibly smug with himself. “Finding this fun?”

“I’m not letting you go.”

“You’ll have other EAPs around until I get back.”

With some effort, you wriggle your hands from beneath him, taking his face into your hands, “How about a deal? You play nice, and…and I’ll…” you’re not sure what to offer, but judging by his attachment to you, he craves the attention and touch, “...I’ll let you hold me like this from now on, at every session, starting now.” That seems to do the trick, and his eyebrows shoot up in surprise, his grip loosens, “Good boy.” There’s an air of delight from him when you say that; you file that away for later and just celebrate that you’ve managed to convince him.

Playing nice doesn't last very long. The supe throws a tantrum on day three of your leave and sneaks his way into your apartment, at least you assume so, since you wake up with John literally snuggled in your bed. It takes a moment for you to realize the shape beside you is him; he’s got his face smooshed into your chest. His cape lies slung over your desk chair, and his gloves and boots are over by the window he snuck in through. Like the session, he doesn’t let go, and you’re left waiting until he wakes up, “John, what are you doing here?”

He shrugs, “That’s not an answer,” you state, but he does it again. You guess he no doubt threatened the information of your whereabouts from someone. “You could’ve waited until I got back; you’d have been fine. The other EAPs —”

“I don’t want them,” he whines, “I want you.”

“John —”

“Please.” It’s a desperate plead, not just in his voice or his expression, but in his emotion; it surrounds you, clinging to you. When you begrudgingly agree, it’s almost immediately replaced by glee.

Playing host to a supe with zero social skills and what you suspect might be quickly becoming an unhealthy attachment to you is surreal, to say the least. John practically latches close to you; whatever little boundaries you had before practically vanish as he takes to holding you and situating you on his lap when he can. “By the way,” you comment, “I’m proud that you didn’t kill anyone yesterday.”

You’re standing by the kitchen island, stirring your coffee, as John holds you; his gloveless hands under your shirt - it had taken some convincing, but you’d managed to get him out of the tacky garb that is his costume, granted sweatpants, and a shirt wasn’t much to celebrate. Still, it was better than his everyday wear. “You are?”

“Yes, John, I am,” you affirm, and the surprise from him is washed over as satisfaction rolls off him in waves. His habit of killing people that got his nerves has died down significantly; giving him praise seems to do the trick, and he chases after it at every chance. “Such a good hero, aren’t you?” You feel him nod against your skin; you reach behind you and pet his hair; you spend most mornings like this; he basks in the praise you give him.

“Your hero?”

You chuckle, “Yes, my hero.” Adoration is what he exudes a lot now, directed at you, muddled in with desire; it’s grown exponentially, it bleeds through each time he holds you, hands almost wandering further, and once or twice, he slips and pecks your skin. But it’s quick, faint, testing the waters. He’s doing it now; his thumbs rub circles on your lower stomach, and his hand travels further down, then back up when he realizes you’ve noticed. You turn your head, and he glances at you from the corner of his eye. You peck the side of his face, a reward for good behavior, you tell him, and he preens.

There are better places for a sexual encounter; unfortunately, for today, your kitchen will have to do. You push the cup away as John leans into your space; when you kiss him on the mouth, there’s a flood of emotion; absolute joy rains down on you as everything else fuzzes out. His hands hold you as close as he can, as yours card through his hair, you push your own want out, and he shudders when it hits him. “You’ve been such a good boy, haven’t you?” you whisper in his ear, “you deserve a reward, don’t you?”

The uncomfortableness of the kitchen floor doesn't register in your mind; the fuzziness increases as John thrusts into you; you’re senses are blanketed by his near feverish lust. More praise falls from your mouth, and he soaks it up, rutting into you faster; when he comes, he clings even tighter to you, lying against your chest. “Keep up the act, and you might get a lot more rewards.”

End Note:

Am I making it that Vought has mandated therapy? Yes, I mean if you had to work there, you'd probably need one 💀 I may have taken a little of Hannibal's manipulative tendencies and applied them to reader, just a bit. Stay Hydrated

#homelander x male reader #homelander x reader #the boys imagine #homelander has a praise kink I said what I said #therapist reader

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look-at-the-soul · 7 months

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Behind the scenes- Peaky Blinders (Part 2)

Cillian Muphy x reader Part 1

BTS Series Masterlist

Request

Word count: 5,565

✨Here it is the final part to this fascinating character that caught my eye in a short video edited a long time ago… I hope you like this!

Once again I’d like to thank @notyour-valentine for sharing the request you got and tagging me, @heidimoreton for your endless support -and always saving me with you secret PB file-and fabulous moodboards @ forbidden-forest-witch for the chats, support and inspiration @holacia3 for all your guidance with horses and least but not least, each and everyone of you, the readers, the likers, their anons, the rebloggers, the ones who read in silence and are afraid to raise your voice. ♥️

Oblivious to the conversation Val and Cillian just had, Y/N walked back excited.

“Ready to go for a ride?”

Cillian nodded in silence.

”Y/N are you taking the horse out?” Asked Renny, Cillian had seen him from afar taking care of the horses, he was mostly shy and quiet, more like an observer.

“Yes Renny,” she replied in a soft voice, “do you want to join us?”

Renny shook his head nervously.

“Do you remember Mr. Murphy, right? He’s learning how to ride a horse.”

Cillian stared into Renny, but the man simply couldn’t hold anyone’s gaze, his fingers moved constantly, trying to touch something, anything.

“You take care of them Renny?” He asked in a soft tone, noticing the smile that cracked on the man’s face.

“Yes.” He replied touching the column. “It will rain again tonight.” Then after a few second, he repeated the same thing.

“Have you seen the filly? She’s beautiful.” Y/N asked with a genuine smile.

“She’s doing great, I’ll check on her again.” Renny left mumbling something to himself.

“Renny showed up one day and decided to stay, he immediately bonded with my horses and when I saw the way he treated them, I knew this was his place.” Y/N explained.

Cillian stared at her with interest. “Just like that?” She nodded. It was a surprise to learn that she took in a complete stranger.

“He never talked about his past, all he asked was a place to sleep and something to eat, in return I’d get someone trustworthy to be around the barn.” It was evident Renny had something, neurological perhaps. “Let’s be honest, he has more heart than any of us.”

Cillian raised his hands, in defeat. “I’m not judging you, he’s just one in a million.” Something he couldn’t name making his heart beat at the speed of a horse galloping when he saw her smile. He needed to speak to Steve about adding a character like him.

“Keep your back straight and your legs at a comfortable position… I know it’s not like we sit like this all the time.” She explained making sure neither Cillian or the horse were uncomfortable.

She then proceeded to explain the little pull he’d feel and her words got caught in her throat as Cillian’s energy changed completely, he positioned himself correctly on the saddle and everything changed; his posture, his energy, the look in his eyes.

Y/N thought he might get a bit shy or would hold onto the horn as if his life depended on it, but no, he was holding the reins on one hand while the other was resting gently on his thigh and she couldn’t decide who looked more majestic; Cillian or the horse. He had this imposing and mysterious vibe around him… it was magical as if he always belonged there, as if he knew the horse from a lifetime, as if they were one.

Cillian dragged his eyes from the back of the horse to see Y/N. “Ready to go.”

He nodded and she had to shake her head a little to focus again.

“If you press your feet gently, the horse gets the instruction to start moving, you can click you tongue too.” She felt a little bit ridiculous for telling him the obvious, but Cillian didn’t seem to mind.

From all of the people she had seen on a horse, nothing compared to him.

It was hard to comprehend what was happening so she decided she wouldn’t even try to explain it, but on her experience she knew you don’t see a bond like that everyday. It was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come on Angel, let him guide you.” She told the horse after walking out of the stables to let them ride around the ring for a while.

Cillian smiled at the name mentioned. “She looks like one, eh?”

Returning the smile, Y/N added: “and she behaves like one, more obedient than my son.”

Cillian chuckled at her statement, taking a moment to relax his shoulders and let this peace sink in, it was indescribable to ride a horse, to move around and feel that big body be an extension of his own. He never thought something like this would happen. But ever so slowly, he could feel as if himself was taking a step back, to let Tommy Shelby take over, and it was everything, his mannerisms, his critical thinking, the way he was falling in love with these horses, with every movement, his hands were now wrapped around the reins smoothly, his thumb rubbing absently the material.

Y/N walked close to them but giving the pair a little space as Cillian rode around. Still unable to comprehend the conection between Cillian and her horse and how he immediately got everything right about how to do it, as if he had done it before a million times.

He had been practicing how to stop the horse and make him take steps back, as well as the rest of the basics Y/N told him. Most of the work was done through his legs and the direction of the reins he gave, so physically it was making him feel sore, and on top of that he’d need to say his lines and take care of the angles.

As days went by, Cillian woke up early to join Y/N for a quick breakfast then, while she went to do her daily morning routine with the horses; greeting them, giving them breakfast and a good brushing session, after that, they’d go back to the ring to continue the riding lessons, adding a different task each time. And by that Cillian only felt more confident on the horse, he was amazed by the way the animal responded to his lead.

Being on a horse soon started to feel like a second skin to him, the connection to Tommy Shelby was now right on the surface… Cillian felt so attracted to each horse, he was constantly asking for their background story. And when he closed his eyes at night, he could clearly see a young Tommy Shelby, before France, before all the trauma and disappointment in an open field riding the most beautiful horse freely, galloping without an ounce of fear. He could also picture him resting with the horse next to the river, eating fresh fruit from a tree while the sun started to hide behind the hills.

Deep down he knew portraying this man wouldn’t be an easy task, not without being fully involved in every aspect, not only his physical appearance, but his mindset as well. That was the main reason why he withdrew to his room right after dinner, to focus on he script and his notes.

“Why aren’t you riding?” Arlo asked taking Cillian by surprise.

It took him all his will to stop looking at the sight before him. “Because I also learn a few things from watching.” Cillian explained turning his head towards Y/N once more, feeling like he was drawn somehow, with a natural force as the horse started galloping and she made it look as an incredible ease that made him even feel jealous.

“Did you know that when I was a baby she took me for rides?” Arlo asked quietly.

Cillian shook his head. “No, but it’s not a surprise either.”

Then Cillian remembered a few scenes with the youngest Shelby brother, he would be around Arlo’s age and he needed some kind of kids background.

“Do you like it here? Being around horses all day?”

“Yeah, but sometimes I was it could be like the other kids in my classroom, they have brothers and their Dads.”

Sighing, Cillian regretted his move, the last thing he wanted to do was stepping on the line of a private matter.

“I’m sure your Mum makes a great job on her own.”

Arlo nodded and then looking at the ground, he added something that’s been worrying him. “Yeah but when I go to school she’s alone.”

Bending down to look at the kid, Cillian explained how Renny, Brie and Val were around with Y/N.

“Not that kind of alone…” he added with a hint of embarrassment. “I gotta go to feed the horses!”

He wanted to ask how would a ten-years-old know but he was caught off guard.

And with that, he left Cillian by himself but not without planting the seed in his head about what he just said as images of Y/N riding flashed before his deep gaze. She was floating, in her element, the effect of golden hour highlighting her features, loose locks bouncing against her cheeks.

More than once his eyes would find her as she caressed the horses, or while she waited for the kettle to prepare her favorite tea. But he also needed to be honest with himself, it would be a huge mistake to start developing feelings at this point, when he was just about to start the most ambitious project of his career, the shooting would be demanding and he could feel it was taking a toll on him already, he was used to the rhythm by now, long hours on set, sometimes filming really early in the morning or until it was pretty late, small breaks in between for at least three months… who could possibly keep up with that? Even if she was willing to do so, it would be selfish to ask her to join him on set specially when she had a son and a job she loved at the sanctuary.

He needed to focus on Thomas Shelby and only that.

***

“This is the new payment plan. First one is due by the end of this month.” Y/N informed Brie giving her the folder with the information.

“I was thinking I could ask my husband to take some photos to upload them online, for promo you know?”

Cillian was about to knock but then decided to wait so he wouldn’t interrupt their conversation. But he saw the way she dragged her eyes from the papers to stare into the opposite wall in silence, considering it.

“I guess so…” she added absently clasping her hands together and leaning on her elbows.

“It will help us with an extra income!” Brie cheered.

“If you think it’s a good idea, I trust you.” Y/N agreed and finally noticed Cillian next to the door frame. Waving her hand, she motioned for him to come in.

As Brie gave him a quick glance, she struggled to hide the grin on her face.

“Is that your grandpa?” Cillian asked tipping his head towards the portrait of a man with a horse. He was holding his hands behind his back.

Y/N smile lighted her face. “Magnus.”

Arching his eyebrows, he realized of the resemblance between them. “His name sounds like a bloody emperor.”

Y/N chuckled and guided Cillian out, to try riding bareback.

Cillian’s hands against the coat of the horse’s neck, to let him know of his next move. Swiftly, Cillian sat on Thunder’s back relishing the sense of calmness he was greeted with.

“Okay… show me what you got, cowboy.” Y/N regretted the words right after they left her mouth and an evident blush covered her cheeks.

Cillian couldn’t help but to raise an eyebrow, surprised while a smile started to grow. “Are you sure you can handle it?” He flirted back.

Mortified, Y/N caressed the horse. “Whenever you’re ready.” Y/N took a step back, trying to keep her emotions at bay. She knew riding a horse bareback was something so intimate, so raw, so deep. Reserved only for a few privileged.

And once more, Cillian felt an indescribable feeling as the horse started walking.

This role meant a lot to him, more than he could express. He had been working out six days a week, gave up his vegetarian diet in order to bulk up, spent some time at a gypsy camp to learn about their traditions and language, read about the World War I… anything to make it right.

Cillian felt as if he was taking a step back in order to allow Thomas Michael Shelby take over… he was just an instrument.

He could feel Tommy’s essence in him, his fears, the things he loved the most, the memories and trauma achieved in France. He was so immersed that he never noticed Y/N left him to ride on his own and as she was watching from a few meters away, curiosity took over her, she couldn’t help but wonder what was crossing Cillian’s mind as he rode staring into the open field, she knew his mind was miles away.

He seemed so focused, so engrossed in his own thoughts that it felt so wrong to interrupt. But somehow watching Cillian riding also had a therapeutic effect on her.

Cillian was attractive, without a doubt and Val had insisted she should let her hair down, wear some perfume, even used the flirt shamelessly advice. It had been so long since she felt something, the last man she had been with was Arlo’s father. After him she gave herself entirely to her son and her business. With a tight schedule, hay in her hair and smelling like a barn, what kind of man would give her a double look? Besides Cillian would be staying just for a short period of time, soon he’d be back to film whatever project he was working on, throw himself into his glamorous Hollywood lifestyle.

“Mum can I ride too?” Arlo asked after approaching her quietly, making her snap back into reality.

Y/N noticed the sparkle in her son’s eyes, the same eagerness she had when she was around his age.

“Bring Goldie over, bet she’d love to join them.” She’d call Cia to pick up her mare. As her ten-year old rushed towards the stables, her eyes moved back to Cillian and Thunder.

She wanted to suggest a break as he had been riding for a while, but after watching Cillian so at ease, in his element, she decided to let him set the pace.

“That was a smooth turn.” She praised tipping her head, caressing Thunder’s neck. “I wish I could keep him forever.” Emotions took over her.

Cillian’s brows knitted together in confusion.

“I’ll have to sell him to pay a loan I asked the bank.” Y/N explained right after. “Raising horses it’s a beautiful thing, but I don’t have a long queue of people asking for riding lessons and tourists visiting on weekends only cover for the basic expenses and cheques.”

Looking in another direction, Cillian wanted to find a way to support her, but he was lost for words… not that she was asking him for help anyways.

“Mum, look!” Arlo called from a few meters away, but as she turned around to see her son, her soul almost left her body.

“Goodness! Arlo sit down!”

His giggles should’ve calmed her, but deep down she knew it was in his blood.

Cillian tried to hide his amusement by caressing the horse’s neck, he didn’t want to interfere.

“I know what I’m doing Mum.” Arlo defended.

“Yeah, sure.” She retorted with sarcasm and Cillian once again found himself smiling.

As they rode, Arlo showed Cillian a couple of tricks he had learned from his mother, but also a few personal insights, like a time after having a nightmare and he ended up sneaking out of the house to sleep in the stables. He also shared with Cillian that his favorite part was handling the snacks and his least, picking horse sheet, that last part Arlo lowered his voice so his Mum wouldn’t scold him.

“I love Thunder.”

“Why did you use white paint on his forehead then?” Cillian asked turning his head to look at Arlo.

The kid laughed, the purest sound of the world and it made Y/N’s heart fill with so much she felt she could explode any minute.

“It’s not paint! It’s like a more or a birth mark.” Arlo explained ceremoniously.

Cillian already knew that, he saw it in one of the books he’d been reading. Thunder’s was like a star.

“Oh!” His eyes then found Y/N’s, and is if he could read them, he saw gratitude and surprise there. “Thanks for letting me know.”

“Anytime… I know loads about horses!” Arlo expressed excited, but then his features were shadowed. “But I don’t have anyone to talk about it except my Mum.”

That was a low kick in the stomach for Y/N, although Arlo was aware his father wasn’t around, she knew he wanted a father figure more than anything in his life.

“Think it’s time for you to do some homework young man.” She tried to brush away the discomfort.

With a pout he came down from the horse but obeyed right away.

“He’s a great kid.” Cillian admitted as they rode next to each other, after Y/N replaced her son’s spot.

“I’m terrified that one day this won’t be enough for him, he’ll go looking for his father and get his heart broken like I did.” But as soon as the words left her lips, she regretted opening up to him with something so personal, so intimate. “Sorry… would you mind if we go back?”

“Y/N, you have nothing to worry about, Arlo is a smart kid he’ll realize everything you did for him and his well-being.” Cillian assured her.

And for some unknown reason, Y/N believed in him. His words had a soothing effect in her soul.

“Thank you,” a tender smile decorated her face.

The attraction between them is undeniable at this point, they didn’t even realize how close their bodies were until Cillian’s words fanned over her lips.

“You’re an amazing woman, Y/N.” He whispered right before tilting his head and finding her mouth, tentatively, softly, giving into the feathery touch…

Everything happened so fast, one second his hand was finding the back of her head and hers his shoulders when Thunder got out of control right next to them, forcing them to break their kiss. Y/N took over gently, making the horse feel calm once more, she assured Cillian loud noises made him extremely nervous. And right after that, Renny asked her to check the filly.

The interruption taking away the spark that had been ignited.

Giving Cillian an apologetic look, Y/N went on to check what was the problem with the filly.

****

“He’s probably a bit shy, if you ask me…” Val trailed off as she got dinner out of the oven.

“But I wasn’t asking.” Y/N laughed out loud, Val following right after.

“Oh! But I don’t care if you ask me or not, all I say is… it’s been a while.”

“You haven’t been with anyone since Arlo’s Dad?” Willow asked from the opposite side of the kitchen pouring the popcorn she prepared for her and Arlo into a bowl.

“What are you doing there young lady? Listening?” Val asked her niece, she was staying at her place that weekend.

“You could use one of those apps.” Willow suggested.

“Enough, go and watch your movie.” Val took her by the shoulders to guide her out. “She’s right though, but I won’t let her know I agreed. So are you really sure there’s nothing you can do about Cillian?”

Y/N sighed, thinking about it. By the time she was done with the horses, Cillian was out reading something too focused to even notice her, so she thought it would be wrong to interrupt him. He probably just kissed her out of pity… either way she decided to not reveal that small detail to her friend.

“No, Val I swear I’ve seen him interacting with the horses, but he’s always so serious towards me.”

“Maybe he doesn’t know how to approach you.”

“Just leave it okay, I shouldn’t have been so involved that’s all.”

“Can’t you try to be a bit more positive?”

“And for what? He’ll be gone without another word, he just came here to learn how to ride… isn’t interested in having something with a Mum.”

“I’m convinced you’re wrong, there has to be an explanation.”

“Well, I will save myself from the embarrassment… he doesn’t want to deal with someone who smells like horses and barns 22 hours a day.” Y/N stated groaning at the amazing taste of diner.

Cillian paced later that night in his room, the script in his hand felt heavier than it really was. For the last couple of hours he tried so hard to focus, to repeat the lines the already knew so well but images of Y/N closing her eyes and responding to his kiss overshadowed any words Tommy Shelby could try to say.

It was so frustrating to remember the interruption because he wanted more of her lips.

He needed more of Y/N.

But now it felt so out of place to come down the stairs and say what?

Every single time he closed his eyes, he could feel her soft lips dancing against his, her sweet fragrance intoxicating him, he wanted his hands to explore her body, hear the little sounds she could make… all he got was a kiss for a mere instant, a small glimpse of what it could be.

And it was enough to shake him to the point where he couldn’t concentrate to rehearse his dialogue.

***

When Y/N knocked on his door the following morning curious when she didn’t saw him ready to ride, she was met by silence and an empty room. The bed was made and everything was in its place, but Cillian was nowhere to be seen.

Stepping into the room, Y/N called for him but after not getting an answer, she noticed a folded piece of paper on the night stand.

Dear Y/N,

I want to apologize first for leaving without letting you know, it’s still dark and I don’t want to wake you up. Then I want to thank you for showing me everything you know about horses, they’re truly fascinating creatures, with a pure heart, ready to give us all.

I came here with only one thing in mind; learn all about them, but as I got to meet you and see them through your eyes and the remarkable work you do in the sanctuary I got to face feelings I don’t know how to deal with at the moment. I know this is the worst way to express it, but I don’t feel brave enough to tell you while looking into your eyes, there’s this fire and passion in them that touched the deepest parts of my soul. Actually I was trying yesterday to run through the script but I wasn’t able to because I kept watching you whenever I closed my eyes… and it was too damn distracting for my own good.

Yes, this sounds terrible, I know. But I need to get this job done first and do it right, before my attention goes somewhere else, that’s why I want you to know how wonderful you are and how grateful I feel for everything you did for me.

If you want and if I didn’t mess this up, I’d love to invite you and Arlo for the first day of filming. Perhaps if you could see the dimension of this project, you could forgive me for leaving this way. And maybe we can see each other. I’d love to see you again.

I’m hoping you can give me the chance to properly explain the impact you had in my life.

Cillianx

Her brain went numb after that, everything was so confusing and she was torn between thinking he might like her but at the same time, Cillian didn’t show a clear interest because he needed to focus on his work.

But her confusion grew even more when she got a phone call requesting to rent several of her horses for a few months, they mentioned something about some kind of filming so she had to spend most of her day preparing the quotation to send it back, at least that saved her from having diner with Val, she wasn’t ready to answer the endless questionnaire about Cillian. And by the following day a group of actors were driven to her property to get riding lessons specifically from her, as well as a couple of stunt doubles that were casted, so they practically kept her busy.

So there she was showing the group how to ride horses while Brie helped her to direct the group from the ground, starting early and finishing once the stars started to shine, and just like she did with Cillian, she covered everything.

Two weeks later, Y/N was making sure her horses where in perfect shape, she had been caressing and brushing them in an attempt to calm her own nerves while she waited at the Black Country Museum for instructions.

“Hello, are you Y/N?” Asked a woman with a smile. “I’m Heidi, Cillian’s PA.”

Y/N blinked confused. “Yeah.”

“Personal Assistant.” Heidi chuckled. “They’re about to start filming, so why don’t you come with me, I got instructions to handle you these.” She then showed Y/N two cords with an all access pass.

“Nice to meet you.” Y/N smiled back.

“Wow! So cool!” Arlo took his immediately. “Let’s go Mum!”

This whole thing was so surreal to her, the lightings, the place, staff, extras.

“It can be a bit overwhelming, but after a while you get used to it.” Heidi explained as if she could read her mind. “Have you been to a shooting before?”

“Never.” Y/N explained shaking her head while her eyes were focused on a man talking to a girl, blowing something in his hand. Then, she spotted Thunder being guided by someone while Cillian was on top of him, he was wearing a suit and a peak cap, the back and sides of his head were dramatically shaved.

“First day is always the longest,” Heidi explained. “They’ll rehearse first the scenes and when they start shooting I need to ask you to be quiet because there’s microphones everywhere.”

“What are they doing?” Y/N’s gaze was divided between Cillian and Thunder.

“Look Mum! That’s Thunder!” Arlo squealed excitedly, pointing at their horse.

“It’s for the first scene, they put a spell on the horse….”

“They better don’t hurt Thunder.” Y/N warned, although she knew Heidi wasn’t responsible for her horse.

“Don’t worry, Cillian did a special request towards the horses… he was very adamant they wouldn’t get hurt.” She seemed to know everything. “If you guys are hungry, there’s food in the back, please feel free to get anything.”

“Thanks.”

She then started biting her lip. “Oh and Y/N? My boss asked me to keep a eye on you specially, he would like to talk to you after filming the sequence, so I’ll take your son for a tour if you don’t mind.”

That made Y/N extremely nervous, but she found herself nodding and looking once more towards Cillian who was riding Thunder bareback and he started to move back to the first spot again only to repeat the motion and stop right in front of the girl and the two men while the one with jacket started to blow something red into Thunder’s nose.

Then she heard Cillian say something she couldn’t hear from her place and children and women came out from the places they’ve been hiding.

“Perfect, we’re ready to start shooting, silence on set!” Called someone from staff.

And Y/N couldn’t stop staring at Cillian and how amazing all of this was, how immersed he seemed to be, but he found a way to caress Thunder between takes.

It took them several tries as a huge equipment followed Cillian and her horse, who now she knew was Monaghan Boy for the purpose of the story. She also learned Cillian was the leading role of this new series and how demanding it had been for him. The entire plot of the story resting on his shoulders.

“Cut! We’re done.” She heard in the distance and staff started a round of applauses.

Waiting in the trailer felt like she was trespassing, but Heidi insisted it was Cillian’s instructions once they were done with the scenes.

When she heard a click and the door cracked, her heart started beating faster.

As her eyes landed on Cillian her mind went blank, all the thoughts that had crossed her, all the worry that overshadowed her these past days, all of it was gone the moment she saw his smile.

“Hey…” Cillian stared at her.

“Hi.” She replied shyly.

“I’m so glad you came.” He took a step closer.

“Thank you for getting them to rent the horses for filming and the riding lessons for the cast.” She felt extremely grateful with him for doing that, the extra income allowed her to pay the loan she got from the bank without interests.

Waving his hand, Cillian let her know she didn’t need to thank him for that. “It’s the least I can do, after leaving the way I did… sorry about that.” Y/N was already shaking her head, but Cillian insisted. “Really, it was wrong but that was the only way to focus because you were so distracting,” he chuckled and she couldn’t focus on anything else than his velvety voice, “trust me, after that kiss…” subconsciously, his graze dropped to her lips.

Forcing herself, Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes.

She had been so confused for how he left and his letter, because other than the kiss he never showed an open interest in her.

“What is it?” Cillian asked when he noticed her expression serious.

“Just… something doesn’t makes sense…” Y/N folded her arms and turned towards the window. “I don’t belong on sets, I’m surrounded by horses all day.”

Cillian stayed quiet for a few seconds, trying to find a way to express his feelings.

“Y/N…” he touched her shoulders gently, tentatively turning her to see her face, “the second I kissed you, I knew it was you the one that I wanted but I was so scared at the same time by the intensity that it hit me with.” For a split second, Y/N looked at him “and I know it’s hard for you to trust… but to me this is the strongest I’ve ever felt for someone.” Cillian couldn’t help it but rest his palms on her cheeks to caress her skin with his thumbs. “Look at me and tell me you don’t feel the same.”

To say that she didn’t, it would be a total lie.

“I’m scared…” her voice was just a whisper, his was a soothing melody to her soul.

“That’s good, it means you care.” Cillian’s hands held her face firmly. “You know, while I was taking those riding lesson with an excellent rider… she showed me that no matter what we say or what we do, just like in a horse’s eyes… the answers are right there if you pay attention.”

The next thing she knew it was how different was this kiss to the previous one they shared, his lips moved against hers with a hint of security, firmly, kissing her with intensity… passion.

Her hands moved up to cup his face gently, fingers caressing the hollowed cheekbones and then up to the shaved parts of his hair while his locked on the small of her back. Barely breaking away the kiss to catch some air, Y/N smiled against his lips.

“Yeah? And what else did you learn from this horse trainer?”

Cillian growled, a wide grin decorating his lips just as in a surprising motion, he took Y/N by the waist to place her on the counter.

“A lot about myself,” he admitted giving her a small peck, “all about horses,” another kiss, “about life,” he tilted his head to kiss the corner of her mouth, “about love…”

“Hmm that’s exactly what I learned from certain someone who showed up in my place for a riding lesson, and it ended up being more like a life lesson.” Y/N brushed the fringe on his forehead to the side, for some reason it was a bold haircut, but she loved it how it looked on him. Adjusting her legs around his waist, to keep Cillian closer, his lips outlining her jaw. “I’m just worried about Arlo. You know my son is my world.”

Cillian looked at her with an eyebrow cocked. “I thought you knew I signed up for the premium lesson; horses, you and him.”

As they kissed again, she had to remember he was working. “I don’t want to distract you from your responsibilities.”

“It’s fine, I actually love having you here, would you like to join me tomorrow? We’re filming in an open field.”

As she nodded, Cillian sighed relieved.

And Y/N knew she had never been so sure of something like she felt towards Cillian. Because he understood her priorities and passion just like she was starting to learn about his for acting.

****

♥️ I hope you liked this two-parts mini series! I wrote it to celebrate the 10th Peaky Blinders anniversary 🥃 🚬 🖤

Thank you Heidi for the BTS photo!!!!! 📸

Bonus: The final scene 🎬 thanks Selene!

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Treating the JJK characters wounds💕P1

✨Gojo,Megumi✨

Warnings:kissing,slight suggestive? for Gojo, blood, cuts,swearing other than that it’s vanilla

Let me know who u guys want in p2😘

‼️NOT PROOF READ‼️

Satoru gojo:

I was peacefully asleep when all of a sudden there was an abnoxiously loud knock on my door. “Gojo piss off!” I yelled covering my face with my pillow. “Pleaseee y/n”. I tapped my bed around me feeling for my phone eventually finding it and checking the time. Squintingas the bright ass light blinded me “5:30am”.

I sighed getting up off my bed letting out a yawn whilst doing a stretch with my arms in the air throwing a nice fluffy robe over my leopard and lace print pj set. “It’s too cold for this” I mumbled walking over to the door.

“Missed me?” My best friend stood outside my house with his same stupid grinning except he was covered in random cuts and bruises “never” I said turning around walking into my apartment expecting the man to follow after me.

“Go sit on my bed toru” “yes ma’m” He did as told. Whilst satoru got comfy I went to my bathroom crouching down looking for my first aid kit finally finding it and grabbing it. Returning to the bedroom to see Satoru pretending to choke my cinnamon roll plush.

“OI! Stop that your gonna get blood on him” rolling his eyes at me, he put the plushie back as I walked over to him who was sat on the edge of my bed. I was holding my phone as I set the first aid kit next to his long ass legs.

“U hungry Toru?” I said still looking down at my phone as I scrolled through the Uber ears app. “Your gonna make me pay aren’t you?” He said looking up at me. “Answer my question toru” He sighed “yes I’m hungry and yes I’ll pay”.

Handing him my phone as I clapped returning the same idiotic grin on my face satoru has given me earlier. “You Pick what we’re getting” as gojo scrolled on my phone, I reached for the first aid kit I placed earlier.

“Maccies? He said looking up at me “I’m down, pancakes please” I said opening the zip on the first aid kit. “Sit further back on the bed for me toru” he shuffled back on the bed so that his legs were fully on the bed resting his head against the crushed velvet headboard.

“Thankyouuuu” I said sitting my self infront of him. He put my phone back on the bed face down “ordered it” sighing putting his head back on the headboard shutting his eyes. I Grabbed a cotton ball from its packet, squeezing fresh water from a water bottle onto it. I grabbed his pale arm. “Hey be gentle” complaining lifting his head to look at me. “Stop being such a baby toru”.

Wiping the dried blood from his wound. “Was it an emergency mission or did you volunteer” I said breaking the silence. “Umm well obviously it was an emergency judging by the fact I the one and only Satoru Gojo was wounded by the monstrous beast” he said with sarcasm and a hint of sass.

“Drop the attitude” I said giggling punching his chest. “Owwww how dare you hit me”. “Stoppp bitchinggg” I said as I wrapped the wound in a white bandage. “There” I said admiring my work.

“Next one pleaseee”I said tapping my hands on my my thighs. Satoru leaned towards me pointing at the gash on his face. I repeated the same procedure on his face as I did with his arms except covering it with a clear bandaid.

“Toru?” I said sitting back. He quirked an eyebrow at me “couldn’t you have just gone to Shoko for this?” He placed his hands around my waist pulling me towards him. “Yeahhh but why would I bother disturbing shoko when I can disturb you instead” he said giggling “you asshole…well it’s fine I guess cuz now I got food” I said smiling.

There was a silence as he looked at me in the eye as it slowly pointed to my lips instead. “Just kiss me toru your going red” “SO ARE YOU!” He said giggling as he used my waist to lean me into his lips. My hands gently placed on his face giving a long yet chateau kiss as the grip he had on my waist tightened.

I pulled away from the kiss gojo pulled me right back into it this time it was much more needy rubbing his hand up and down my back moaning a little into it tongue slipping over eachothers lips. The kiss was broken by a loud knock on the door “uhh delivery!” I sighed pulling from the white haired man “fuck sake” I mumbled. Satoru chuckled as I wiped the saliva off my mouth and went to go and open the door to collect our food.

Megumi fushiguro

I was scrolling on my phone looking for something to buy with my teachers card (yes I stole Gojos card). Anyways it was mine, itadori’s and Nobara’s rest day. It was Megumi’s aswell but being the serious and stubborn student he used his day off to train with gojo instead.

8:30pm is what the time read when I got a familiar patterned knock on my door. Augh gojo. “Whatttt” I said yelling from my bed. “Open up please” i dragged my feet as I walked to the door. Opening the door “TAKE CARE OF HIM THANK YOU BYE!” The white haired man child ran off before I even got to react.

“Sorry about him y/n” megumi stood there covered in dirt, 1 gash and about 4 or 5 bruises. I grabbed his hand dragging him into my dorm room “you know it’s not a problem Megs” bringing him further into my house I pointed at my bed as I spoke “wait there for me and get comfy just try not to get dirt on my bed!” I said running into to the bathroom. “K!” I heard him yell back to me.

I entered the bathroom turning the hot water on filling the bathtub up sprinkiling muscle soak in there it’s expensive but it’s good for your muscles and your wounds.As the tub fills I collect some lotion and deodorant as well as a towel from under my bathroom sink. Exiting the bathroom.

Walking back into my room towards megumi who was sat running his hands over feeling on the soft fabric of my bed “here megs!” I handed him a the towel lotion and deodorant. “You don’t have to-” I let out an extremely dramatic sigh as I rolled my eyes as well a

S my head. “Yes megumi I know your dorm is right next door but I just want you to relax. Also gojo dropped you here for a reason”

He let a smile crack “I see that smile megumi” “shut up” I fake gasped at his foul language “that’s not very nice! “Now get your ass in the shower then in the bath!” I said with a fake serious expression arms crossed like someone’s angry mom. He stood up taking the stuff from my arms walking into the bathroom “Oh one more thing megumi!” He stopped and turned eyebrows raised.

“Where’d the keys for your room” “umm why?” “You don’t have a change of clothes megs” he opened him eyes wide “ohh yeah it’s on your bed” “thanks!”

I heard the shower start running.

As Megumi showered before his bath I put my outside slippers on grabbing his keys off of his bed stepping out of my dorm. Literally only 5 ft away from my door is Megumis door twisting the key opening it up after a couple trials and errors. Entering his house.

It smelt musky like a man’s house neat and organised very plain “now where is it?” I said shutting the door behind me taking my shoes off. I found his wardrobe filled with his clothes “this will do” grabbing a collection of clean clothes and one extra shirt for me ofc ;D.

I shut the wadrobe walking towards the Chester draws that his tv sat on “underwear underwear underwear” I thought to myself looking through each of his draws again thinking ti myself about how incredibly organised he is. “Ooh this one’s nice” grabbing the collection of clothes I put folded on his bed shutting the front door behind me.

“IM BACK!” I yelled to make him aware of my return.I was only gone for a good 10 minutes sitting back on my bed it’s nice and dark outside I thought to myself. Oh! “Sorry to keep bothering you Megumi but are you hungry by any chance?” It was 9:20pm after all. “Yeah very” I heard him reply though the bathroom door echoing. “Cool I’m ordering food”.

Again with Gojos card I ordered so munchies I ordered (your favourite food) the same for both me and megumi. He eats pretty much anything to be honest and changed my bed sheets to some nicer ones since megumis dirty ass sat on my bed. (Sorry).

“Do you mind if I put your clothes in here” “yeah go on” I opened the door head away from him placing the clothes on the counter “I don’t have boobs you know it’s not like you can see anything” i giggled at his statement “I know megs but it’s still a little weird” he hummed agreeing in response. “I’ll be out in 5” he said as I shut the door behind myself cutting off the warm steaming air that smelt like a fancy sauna from entering the rest of the house.

I quickly changed into the boxers and shirt I had brought along with megumis clothes. “Delivery” I went to open the front door collecting our food “thank you!” Waving shutting the door.

Finally sitting on my fresh sheets and clean bed (took a bath before megumi came over if your wondering)

Sticking a show on the tv. “Thanks for that” megumi said eyes shut towel wrapped around his neck. He looked at me noticing that I was wearing his clothes “of course” he said shaking his head lightly.

“Your hairs still wet come sit here” I said pointing to my vanity chair he ate the food in front of him as I parted his hair into 4 sections starting with the back left then the back right then the front left then the front right. “Done!”

Time skip cuz I’m lazy

Now 10pm both Megumi and I stuffed to the core laying on my bed he was laying on my chest as I massaged his freshly clean scalp. Sweet light snores entering in and out of his nose.

“I love taking care of you megs.” I whispered in his ear.

(His heart melted and he smiled a little)

This is my first time posting on this app ever so please b nice

Sorry if some of these come away from the topic but I didn’t want to make them all the same scenario because it would’ve become repetitive :D

Also another sorry because I’ve got no idea who the gorgeous girl in the picture is i found her on Pinterest but it was linked to another tumbler account💕

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