#need to get back on the writing bandwagon man

[mrsoharaa]

The Suguru brainrot is real rn 😩🖤💦

#i believe this is a sign to hop back onto that one wip i have stashed in my drafts for him (it's an x reader...+ it's SPICY x semi dark af) #need to get back on the writing bandwagon man #i hate this little slump i'm currently in >:l #geto suguru #jjk

[halfvalid]

pretty in that

ABOUT

rating: general audiences

characters: live action!roronoa zoro | fem!reader | live action!monkey d. luffy | live action!nami

pairing: live action!roronoa zoro x fem!reader

word count: 4.2k

description: you have a hard time picking a dress for dinner whilst in kaya's mansion. zoro (sort of) helps!

tags: strawhat!reader, female reader, fluff, kissing, confessions, no use of "y/n", special straw hat appearances (nami & luffy), soft zoro

author's note: i'm a sucker for dress-up scenes so i KNEW i was gonna write smth like this once that ep3 scene started playing. reader chooses a dress at the end; dress is non-described so you can imagine your ideal dress!

You were on Nami and Zoro’s side when it came to whatever was going on in Syrup Village. Kaya’s mansion made you feel vaguely unsettled, and stepping into the building made your heart pound quicker than you would like to admit. But if there was one thing that piqued your interest, it was the order of changing clothes for dinner. You’d been stuck in the same few outfits for weeks now, and the promise of something new—and formal—was nearly exciting, although you’d never admit it in front of Nami and her disapproving gaze. 

Kaya’s kindness combined with the private guest room and bath you were treated to helped soothe your nerves. Soon you found yourself being led to the giant closet the rest of the Straw Hats were already in—Nami was trying on various different pieces, and Zoro seemed to have something in hand too. 

“Ah, there you are!” Luffy said, swiveling on his heel and giving you a big grin as you entered the room. You stared in disbelief at all of the racks around you. Hell, there were even clothes hanging from the ceiling. 

“Well, we certainly have a lot of options,” you said, skimming a hand over a nearby rack. There were a variety of different fabrics, but they all felt expensive: silk and velvet, damasks and brocades. “I don’t even know where to start.” 

“I’m just trying on anything,” Nami called from where she was, before stepping out from the room divider she’d been changing behind. She wore an emerald dress with a plunging neckline, the patterned silk clinging to her curves, and did a little spin. “What do you think?” 

Luffy shrugged. Zoro wrinkled his nose, barely glancing up from the armchair he was lounging on. “I think it looks nice,” you offered, but Nami still seemed dissuaded. 

“Ugh, these two are impossible. What are you going to wear?” 

“Uh, I’m getting there,” you said with a little laugh. “It’s a bit overwhelming; I’d rather help you guys pick first. Luffy, have you found something yet?” You turned towards the man in the center of the room, who nodded enthusiastically. 

“Yeah, I found this!” He raised up a black waistcoat. You frowned at it. 

“Um, Luffy, waistcoats are supposed to be worn with a suit,” you said, then paused, seeing his blank look. “...Never mind.” 

“And I’m wearing black,” Zoro added, despite the piece of clothing slung along his lap definitely not being black. You exchanged a glance with Nami, who just rolled her eyes. They’re stupid, she mouthed, then returned to the rack she was glancing through. She worked quickly, pulling out various numbers that she scrutinized before either setting on the couch beside her or putting back. 

“Okay,” you said slowly. “Need me to find you some pants with that, Cap?” Nami and Zoro let out identical groans as you spoke the pet name, both turning to give you exasperated looks. You suppressed your laugh. 

“Stop calling him that,” Zoro said with a tired sigh. “You’re encouraging him.” 

“Kind of the point, yeah,” you said cheerfully. While Zoro and Nami were both still largely unconvinced about the whole pirate crew thing, you’d joined the bandwagon rather quickly. Zoro rolled his eyes, and you turned towards the racks to find Luffy some slacks. “Assumedly you need something other than that shirt too?” 

“I’ll look later,” Zoro said passively. You watched him out of your peripheral vision. He was outfitted in a patterned kimono, his three swords slung along his lap. He didn’t seem too interested in his surroundings, though what he was doing, you weren’t sure. You let him be, turning to page through the racks of clothes again. Finally you found a pair of slacks that seemed like they’d fit Luffy. 

“Here,” you said, passing them over to him. “And find some shoes while you’re at it.” 

“Why does she even have clothes that don’t fit her?” Zoro murmured, sounding as baffled as he could get. “What, she just casually has clothes in all four of our sizes hanging around?” 

“Rich people own things just to own them,” Nami called. She’d changed again; this dress had a halter neckline and was blush pink. Zoro motioned with a hand at it, and Nami frowned, glancing down at the dress. “You don’t like it?” 

“Eh,” Zoro said. Nami made a face. 

“At this point I think you’re hating just to hate.” She pulled up a few more options, narrowing her eyes as she surveyed them. Luffy was seemingly satisfied with what you’d given him, because he took the pieces off of their hangers and slung them over his shoulder. 

“I’m off,” he announced. “Gonna go change in my room and do some exploring before dinner. Have fun!” With that, he left, and Nami sighed, turning towards you. She held up her final two options—a red cheongsam with delicate gold embroidery and a pastel blue dress with an a-line skirt. You gnawed on your bottom lip as you studied the two.

“I think the blue one might wash you out a bit,” you said eventually; it’d clash with her hair no doubt, and make her skin look even paler. The shade wasn’t a right match with her eyes, either. “I like the cheongsam; I think you should go with that one. It contrasts nicely with your hair.” 

Nami raised up the dress again, inspecting it. “You’re right,” she said, ducking back behind the room divider to change. You started pursuing the racks again; Nami stepped out a few moments later, successfully outfitted in her new dress. “Okay, I’m going to go do my hair in my guest room. Good luck.” 

“Bye,” you called, watching as she left the room. You clicked your tongue, almost alone now and with absolutely zero options of clothing. As much as you liked the idea of new clothes, the abundance of options was starting to seem a little daunting. “Okay, now that Nami’s done, it’s my turn to play dress-up.” 

Zoro laughed from where he sat, and you startled, almost having forgotten he was there. He was watching you attentively, his attention having diverted from whatever it was he’d been thinking about earlier. “You like this kind of thing?” 

“Well, I mean.” You shrugged, peering at a few of the pieces on the rack in front of you. You pulled out a deep green dress, eyeing the lace by the neckline before setting it back. “It’s kind of fun, isn’t it?” 

“Not really what I’m into.” 

“You wear jewelry, so clearly you have some fashionable instinct,” you pointed out, bending over to glance at the clothes hiding by your knees. These were all skirts or unreasonably short dresses, with so little fabric you were uncertain they would cover anything at all. “Unless the earrings are for another reason…?”

“Three swords, three earrings.” 

“Makes sense. What are you wearing with your shirt?” You glanced back to see Zoro’s answer, but he merely shrugged. “Do you want me to find you some trousers? A suit?” 

“You don’t need to find clothes for me. I can do that myself.” Still, Zoro made absolutely no move to do so. You rolled your eyes, but turned your attention back on what you’d be wearing for the dinner. Vaguely you wondered how Zoro would look wearing a suit. You flushed almost as soon as the thought popped into your head, shoving it into the very back of your skull and banishing it from seeing the light of day. 

“If you say so,” you said instead, mostly to distract yourself from the beyond inappropriate thoughts starting to run through your head. Honestly, you barely knew your crew mates—the four of you were close to tearing each other’s throats out before you ran into Buggy, after all. And the fact that Zoro was, well, conventionally attractive—and you tried to keep your thoughts on that and that alone, anything emotional was strictly out of the question—shouldn’t be something your mind lingered on. 

You picked out the first dress that looked to be your size. It was dark purple, backless with a tight trumpet skirt. Ducking behind the room divider Nami had used, you stripped off your clothes, donning the dress. There was a mirror along the other side of the divider, and you turned, trying to appraise the dress on your figure. The color didn’t look entirely right, and you were uneasy about the lack of mobility the skirt might have—Kaya’s staff were still extremely suspicious, after all, and you’d rather be safe than sorry. 

“Let me see,” Zoro called from outside. You tugged at the dress, suddenly nervous, but stepped out after you couldn’t find a good enough excuse not to. Zoro’s eyes ran up and down your figure, and you did a slow circle, showing off the dress. The bare skin of your back prickled. 

“You’re not going to be able to move in it,” he eventually said. 

You huffed out a breath, the nervous energy that had accumulated in your chest leaving with the action. Something in your belly stirred; disappointment, maybe, that Zoro had only commented on the practicality of the dress, not how you looked in it. But you pushed those thoughts away with an angry shove. Not the time, and definitely not the person to be thinking those sorts of things about. “Yeah, that’s what I was worried about. Let me find something else.” 

Zoro’s gaze didn’t flicker from your body as you started across the room, ducking between more racks to find something. “You dead-set on a dress?” 

“I haven’t worn a dress in a while,” you answered, picking out a red one before remembering Nami’s choice and setting it back. “Might as well take the opportunity.” The next one you pulled was blue, all shiny and soft. The material looked like some kind of tender silk. You set it aside to try on. “Why?” 

“Haven’t seen either you or Nami in a dress before.” 

“Actually, you have. I’m wearing one right now and Nami tried like five on earlier,” you said, glancing over your shoulder to shoot Zoro an unimpressed look. He scoffed, though there was a smile at the edges of his mouth as he turned his head away. Your next choice was soft pink, and made of tulle that vaguely resembled a puff pastry. You pulled it up. “Think I should try it?” 

“I mean, pick whatever,” Zoro said, though he seemed mildly disgusted by the amount of fabric the skirt had, all bunched up with layers like something a ballerina might wear. “What are you trying to achieve with the dress?” 

“What am I—I’m trying to look nice, Zoro,” you said, stifling your laughter. You set the pink dress back, replacing it with a sage green number instead. “Not everything has ulterior motives.” 

“You always look nice.” 

You froze, a soft chill curling around the back of your neck. Carefully, you straightened up from where’d you been bent over yet another rack of clothes, turning to look Zoro in the eye. His eyes hadn’t moved. “Oh,” you managed out, throat all dry and tongue like sandpaper in your mouth. “Well, thank you.” 

Zoro cleared his throat, a dull noise he made in the hollow of his throat without even parting his lips. His gaze flickered away. “Yeah. Go try those on.” 

Wordlessly, you stepped back behind the room divider and slipped on the blue dress. It had a texture like water—it was some kind of high-end silk, flexible enough that it was near liquid in movement. The dress itself fell to your ankles, and had a simple square neckline. You stepped outside, doing another slow twirl. “Better,” Zoro said. 

“Better how?” 

“You can probably run in it.” 

You twisted your lips, trying to suppress the urge to turn them down into a frown. “Okay. It’s not doing it for me.” You ducked back behind the divider to change yet again; the sage green one was satin, with long sleeves and a neckline you hadn’t anticipated would be that deep. 

Still, upon exiting the divider and turning for Zoro again, he didn’t have any worthwhile feedback. “It’s kind of plain,” he said eventually, not meeting your eyes. 

You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest; you had to almost resist stomping over to the racks to find something more, and spent another few minutes gathering dresses and trying them on. 

To your immense disappointment, each one garnered little to no reaction from Zoro. You even shoved on one of the tiny, too-little fabric dresses you’d disapproved of earlier, but all Zoro did was scan you from head to toe and say, rather flatly, “you’d get stabbed pretty easily in that.” 

Frustration bled into your nerves as you hid behind the divider again. You glared at yourself in the mirror—your skin had started flushing with how annoyed you were getting, which might’ve been funny had you not been so ticked off. Men, you thought, irritated. Was it really so hard to tell you that you looked pretty? 

He’s a bounty hunter, you had to remind yourself. He doesn’t care about this kind of thing. Besides, he was the last person you should be setting your sights on anyway. You tugged at the short dress, the hem just barely grazing the tops of your thighs. 

You heard footsteps approaching from outside the divider, suddenly too close as you snapped yourself out of the reverie of thoughts you’d been lost in. Zoro turned the corner, arm propped up against the divider edge as he peered in, brows furrowed. “You stopped coming out,” he said. He was still in his kimono, swords tossed over one shoulder. The shirt he had was, assumedly, left on the couch he’d finally stood up from. 

“I’m frustrated,” you told him blandly. His frown deepened. 

“Because of… clothing?” 

You suppressed the sigh that threatened to escape your lungs. “Never mind. I’m fresh out of ideas.” You pushed past Zoro, opting to stand in the center of the room as if analyzing it from a different view would magically give you more options. Zoro turned to stare, still looking perplexed. “With so many options, it’s hard to make up my mind, that’s all.” 

“Uh huh.” Zoro was still studying you. “Did I do something?” 

“What? No,” you said hastily. Too hastily. The words had ripped out of your throat like a hiccup, and you seriously needed to learn how to lie a bit better because now Zoro’s expression was even more confused. “No. Why would I be mad at you?” 

“I don’t know. That’s why I’m asking.” 

“It’s nothing,” you insisted, turning away from Zoro to stare at some of the clothes hanging on the wall above his head. These were too high up to properly look at, and as you stepped back, you glanced through the dresses hanging off the arch of the ceiling. You perused them without too much interest, eyes glancing over the various colors and fabrics until— 

Zoro stepped next to you. “Hey,” he said, and you jolted, head snapping down to look at him. You let out a noise of irritation, then turned your focus back on the ceiling. 

Your gaze flickered through the racks until finally falling on one particular dress hanging by the mouth of the room. It was somewhat hidden, tucked in a little corner beside a few other pieces, but from your vantage point it seemed about your size. 

You took a step closer to it, surveying it with your neck craned. The material looked soft and comfortable but it still retained shape, and the color—even in the dim lighting of the closet—was one of your favorites. The undertone would suit your skin perfectly. And, well, you didn’t want to put all your bets on one dress you hadn’t even touched, but it was certainly promising. 

Zoro stepped past you, barely exerting any effort to reach up and bring the dress down from where it hung up high. “This one, right?” he asked, and you swallowed, some of the annoyances you had towards him dissolving as he extended the dress hanger towards you. You nodded wordlessly, taking it. You stood there for a second before Zoro gestured with his head towards the divider. “Go try it on.” 

You did so, retreating safely behind your wall and stepping out of the little dress. You surveyed the one Zoro had grabbed for you again, heart lodged in your throat. It really was beautiful, and exactly your style; now that you saw it up close, you could safely affirm it was your size too, but nervousness still pulsed through your veins at it. 

Carefully, you slipped it on, adjusting the fabric around your hips and fixing up the neckline to rest evenly on your skin.

Zoro spoke out from the rest of the room. “So why are you mad at me?” 

“I’m not—” you sighed, dropping your arms before returning to fiddle with the dress. “I’m not mad at you.” 

“Is it because I wasn’t being helpful with the clothes? Because I already said that’s not exactly my area of expertise—” 

“It’s not because of the clothes, Zoro,” you said sharply, cutting him off. Zoro clicked his tongue, the sound reverberating around the room and thudding in time with your heartbeat. You turned your attention back onto your reflection. “It’s just me being silly. Don’t worry about it.” 

‘I’m worrying about it,” Zoro deadpanned. You sighed, adjusting the dress one final time before arranging your hair and staring at yourself in the mirror. It fit you perfectly, emphasizing all the right places and hiding all the parts of your body you were more insecure about. “Changed yet?” 

“Yeah,” you said, voice limp. 

“Let me see.” 

You bit your lip, suddenly nervous about how he’d react. Knowing him, it’d be something like it’s okay or the color’s fine; perhaps can you even walk in that? or weird shape if he was feeling a little more critical. Still, you stepped out anyway, not meeting Zoro’s eyes as you spun for him, letting him look at the dress from all angles. When you’d finished posing you glanced up, eyes meeting him tentatively. 

“It’s…” Zoro cleared his throat, ripping his gaze away from the dress on your figure to flicker up to your face. His gaze dropped again nearly as fast, like he couldn’t bear to keep eye contact. “Uh.” 

“It’s what?” you prompted, turning to face the nearest mirror. Your lips twisted into a worried frown, turning to glance at the dress again. Was it really not as perfect as you’d thought originally? “Do you like it? It’s my favorite so far, I think, but if you don’t like it—” 

“You look pretty in that,” Zoro blurted, cutting your rambles off with the strident, too-loud sentence. You froze, eyes flickering to meet him in the mirror. Carefully, he glanced up at you, and you could see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed hard. 

“Oh.” 

Zoro coughed, averting his gaze as you slowly turned around to face him. You couldn’t see properly with the less-than-ideal lighting of the room, but his face seemed to have taken on a ruddier complexion. “I like it,” he said, words softer than they’d been before. “It’s the one.” 

There was a little rush of something through your veins, and you felt vaguely lightheaded. “Okay,” you barely managed to squeak out. “Thanks.” You stumbled back behind the divider, sucking in a deep breath and trying to regulate your breathing. God, this was actually shameful at this point. 

You composed yourself quickly, gathering all the dresses you’d tried on and abandoned to return to their proper places. Zoro was still watching you attentively, and you glanced over your shoulder at him. Sparks prickled along your skin as your eyes met. “What?” you asked. 

“You’re acting weird.” 

“Am not.” 

Zoro stood up, rolling back his shoulders and stretching his head from side to side. He glanced through the racks and, without even a minute’s hesitation, plucked a suit jacket and matching pants out from beside him. “Yeah, you are. What’s up?”

“You’re just grabbing those without thinking about it?” you demanded, eager to change the subject. Zoro rolled his eyes.

“I picked them like fifteen minutes ago,” he said. “Just didn’t grab them until you were done your whole… thing. Now spill it. You’re all red again.” 

You swiveled towards the closest mirror, unable to suppress your gape as you saw that your skin had indeed turned a distinctive shade of scarlet, flushed undertones creeping their way up your skin. It was entirely recognizable even in the terrible lighting. Even your skin was treacherous, now. “Nothing,” you muttered, unable to meet Zoro’s eyes as you spit it out. “I was annoyed because you weren’t telling me what you thought of the dresses.” 

“I… did, though?” Zoro said, perplexed. You let out a grating sigh, cheeks flaring even hotter now that he was forcing you to confess the entire extent of your sins. 

“Yeah, like, practically,” you said, wrapping your arms defensively over your chest. “You’ll get stabbed in that so easily. You won’t be able to walk. I just wanted you to tell me that—” you cut yourself off with another groan. “Don’t make me say it.”

Zoro blinked. “I have no idea what you’re edging towards, so you’re going to have to say it.”

“I just wanted you to tell me I looked nice!” you finally burst out, turning so you wouldn’t have to look at Zoro’s face. God, you were going to have to quit the Straw Hats after this. It was so entirely stupid. 

“But—” There was a laugh in Zoro’s voice, and you glared down at the floor, all of your dignity having left you by this point. You had no shame left to feel anymore. “I said ‘you always look nice’. Doesn’t that insinuate—” 

“That’s not the point,” you said hotly, tone almost argumentative now. “I wanted you to think I looked pretty in a dress, Zoro.” 

Zoro didn’t respond for a moment, brows creasing and face taking on a baffled expression. “But why—” Zoro cut himself off, and you turned even redder, holding your breath as he finally connected the dots. A single word fell from his lips, like a soft breath of air as he spoke. “Oh.” 

“Oh,” you muttered under your breath, unable to stop the almost whining tone your voice took on. Zoro stepped closer to you, a hand wrapping around your wrist and forcing you to look up at him. 

“I said you looked pretty in this one.” 

“I know,” you insisted, still all red, “which is why I’m not totally mad at you, but—” 

“You looked pretty in all of them,” Zoro said. He didn’t look bashful, per se—you didn’t think Zoro could get shy—but his voice was low, all hoarse in a more tentative way rather than one of his grating remarks this time. “For the record.” 

Your breath caught. 

“This one’s my favorite, though,” Zoro muttered. And then he was leaning down to kiss you, the ghost of his lips just on the corner of your mouth. You gaped up at him in shock as he averted his gaze, staring at some spot about your head. “Was that—” he started, before clearing his throat and trying again with a little more of his dignity this time. “Was that okay?” 

“Yes,” you blurted fervently, and before you could fix up the moment with something more, well, suitable, your big mouth ruined it for you. “But I think we’re holding up dinner. You should get changed, and I still need to find shoes.” 

You bit your tongue immediately after the words had been said, but it was too late—Zoro coughed, turning away from you. You panicked, and now it was your turn to grab his arm and tug you towards him. “Wait!” 

Zoro glanced down at you, perplexed, and then you leaned up to kiss him square on the mouth. He stumbled back, surprised, but adjusted quickly, hand going to cradle the back of your neck and pressing you right to him before you finally broke apart. 

“You should steal it,” he started. You stared up at him in question. “The dress, I mean. You should steal it.” 

“When am I ever going to need to wear this again?” you asked, perplexed. Zoro shrugged, fingers tugging at the edge of the dress's neckline. 

“Dunno. Just take it. She probably won’t even notice.” 

“You’re adorable,” you teased; Zoro wrinkled his nose but didn’t complain, opting instead to move away and pick up the clothes he still hadn’t changed into. “Go change. See you at dinner.” 

“Yeah,” Zoro said, his eyes not straying from your figure as you ducked out of the room. Before you could fully leave, though, Zoro grabbed your wrist, spinning you around towards him.

You didn’t have enough time to ask what he was doing when he leaned around to kiss you one final time, his hands cradling your face as your lips moved against each other. It was only a moment later that he stepped away, looking rather sheepish but not very apologetic as he finally let you go. 

“You look more than pretty,” he murmured, eyes sinking into yours, and your throat dried, any words you might’ve formed dying away within seconds. “You always look more than pretty. You look gorgeous.” 

“Thank you,” you whispered, and then he ducked back inside the closet to change. 

© halfvalid 2023

#opla zoro #opla roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro #roronoa zoro x reader #roronoa zoro x you #reader insert #x reader #opla #one piece live action #one piece netflix #opla zoro x reader #opla fanfiction #opla fanfic #one piece live action x reader #opla x reader #kiki writes!

[jaegersdevil]

[college] basketball!eren headcanons

guys i’m back in the waiting room (& it’s fkn hot today)……… let’s write some headcanons!!

masterlist

a few points i've made in my bf!eren headcanons:

in basketball games against certain colleges, bf!eren gets so fired up and aggressive and lippy. he talks so much shit on the court (he's known for it), and isn't afraid to take shit either (which pisses off the other team, and the whole cycle starts again). but, it's a bonus for you when he gets off the court because he's looking extra hot..... and he knows it...... asshole

you wear bf!eren's spare jersey to his basketball games

bf!eren with a chain under his basketball jersey, his hair tied back and a thin headband, tape on his dodgy shoulder......... oh lordy

bf!eren's post-game meal is 3 big macs and 2 mcchickens AND a kids nugget meal (he wants to give you the toy that comes with it because he’s cute) but don’t forget dessert!! he sips his *diet* coke as a palate cleanser and then inhales an apple pie

bf!eren gets a job coaching a kids' basketball team, and that is a canon event

now i will elaborate....

basketball!eren wears nba jerseys in everyday life with sweat shorts & dunks/vans/birkenstocks (with socks) he is an effortlessly stylish college athlete ok he can pull off anything

basketball!eren has a piece of sports tape around his wrist with your name written in marker <3 (points to it whenever he scores if you aren’t there (e.g. games on the other side of the country), otherwise his finger is on you in the crowd)

whenever his favourite team is playing (call him basic, call him a bandwagon, but my man is in love with steph curry, so you know he supports golden state) & he can’t watch at home on the tv, basketball!eren sits and watches it on his phone (warning: he will speak to the phone like the team can hear him so keep an eye on him in public, especially at the library because he will yell)

basketball!eren got mvp in sophomore year (jean was like 2 points behind him) and he holds it over jean’s head because he is cheeky and a dick

basketball!eren wears a suit to and from his games (specifically a navy one with a white shirt, no tie, and its just so rahhhhhh) with his headphones on and a large cup of black coffee

now, i don't want to expose basketball!eren here, but in his headphones, only on game days, he plays taylor swift & rihanna

basketball!eren texts you nonstop when he's on the bus/plane to games (because connie is his seatmate (he loves him to death) but connie knocks the fuck out on these trips so eren gets very bored)

basketball!eren wears his hair in 2 styles when he plays: completely tied back with a thin headband or fully out with a thin headband (frothing over here sorry don't look at me: heavy emphasis on the 2nd style though)

basketball!eren has like a couple hundred thousand followers on instagram because he's a college basketball player and he's good and hot as fuck

basketball!eren posts photo dumps once a fortnight as a wrap-up for that time period because his life is so crazy hectic that he always has content for a new dump (i wish he was real guys)

basketball!eren loves loves showing you off (private but not secret on social media) & buying you gifts (instagram stories of your wrist with the new bracelet he gifted you for your birthday)

basketball!eren gets drafted in his senior year of college :') (chooses to graduate first and then go to the nba - he wasn't studying biomedical science for nothing!!! (not that he needs it anymore.......))

basketball!eren gets rookie of the year in his first season (crying)

#eren jaeger #attack on titan x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren jeager imagines #eren jeager x reader #eren yaeger imagine #eren yaeger x reader #attack on titan imagine #eren jaeger imagine #eren yeager x reader #boyfriend!eren #basketball!eren #— ann writes!

[thegreatirene]

Rose Covered Skin

Fezco x Latina!reader

Cuz I fell in love with this ginger drug dealer I’m hopping on the bandwagon and writing a Latina reader with fez. I think fez needs a Latina in his life lol so I’m giving him one.

Rated Mature (language, drug use, strip tease, poor attempt of describing the dance lol)

“Is that the hot neighbor you said your brother been drooling over?” Asked rue as she looked out the front window of ash and fez’s apartment. Ashtray was in the kitchen pouring himself some cereal as he laughed.

“Is she walking around with some big ass dogs?”

“Yea”

“Yea that’s her” he laughed as he sat down at the table.

“Every time she walks by the window he tries to go out there and talk to her.”

“Aww does our Fez got himself a little crush” rue said as she walked over to the table and pinched fez’s cheek. He swatted her hand away as he focused on his phone. Trying to ignore what they were talking about.

“Fez if you don’t get up she’s gonna be gone”

“He waits until she comes back from her walk” ash says with a mouthful of cereal.

“You have a big mouth ash” fez looked up from his phone and glared at his brother. Both rue and ash laughed at his face. Fezco got up from the table and walked towards the door.

“Where you going fez? We’re just joking” rue said as she wiped her eye.

“I’m going to the shop and get something”

“…” both rue and ash looked at each other and smirked.

“Y’all do too much” he sucked his teeth and went out the door. He could hear their laughter from outside the door as he shook his head with a small smile on his face. Fez sat at the bottom of the stairs and lit his blunt.

“Hey fez” came your voice. Fez blew his smoke away from you and smiled.

“Hey y/n, how you doin?”

“I’m fine and you?”

“Yea I’m good just got a friend saying hi and bugging me”

You giggled and shifted your weight on to your right foot. Hip popped to the side giving fez a chance to eye it, he followed the curve of your leg up and to the detailed ink of roses going from your thigh and under the shorts. His eyes met yours as you looked at him with fluttering lashes.

“Saw one of your girlfriends in the window earlier” you looked at your nails as you said this.

“Who rue? Nah she ain’t my girlfriend. She a friend of the family” he took a hit of his blunt.

“But you do have a girl tho?”

“Nah ma ain’t got a girl, not yet” he looked at you from under his lashes. He sat back on the steps and eyed your body slowly until they got to your eyes.

“Mm” you said as you puckered your lips and nodded. Your dogs whined at your side and you looked at them.

“Well, I’ll see you later fez the girls are getting upset they didn’t eat yet. Maybe come by my job? ” You walked up to him slowly. You bent down and grabbed his blunt from his fingers, “I’ll save you a dance” you brought it up to your lips and inhaled. You placed the blunt to his lips and the smoke rolled out of your mouth as you stood back up.

He smiled as he slowly stood up. You looked up at him as he stood over you. The both of you stood there staring at each other. The sexual tension strong as you waited for him to make a move. You wanted him to touch you so bad. He wanted the same, he wanted to touch you, to feel your hot skin.

He moved closer as the tip of his nose brushed the side of your forehead. You closed your eyes as you felt him. You could feel his breath on your cheek as he moved his nose across your cheek. His hand that wasn’t holding the blunt moved to your hip as he brought you closer to him.

“Hey fez, I thought you were going to the shop” ash’s voice broke through the haze between the two of you as you opened your eyes and met the ones of the younger brother.

“Hey ashy, how you doin little man” you asked as you slowly moved back from fez’s hold and to the side of him. Fez exhaled through his nose as he rolled his head and turned to look up at his brother. Fez’s cheeks were flushed as he looked up at him.

“Sup (nickname) I’m good” he said with a small knowing smile as his eyes shifted from you to his brother. “I see you doin good too” a snort came from the side of the door.

You shook your head with smile as you looked down and then looked at fez. He rubbed his face with his hand as he put the unlit blunt behind his ear.

“Yea get my keys and we can go” he huffed as he looked at his brother then to you.

“I’ll see you later tonight?” You stepped to him and kissed his cheek. A shiny kiss mark was left behind and he gave a small smile.

“Yea I’ll see you” he said as he watched you walk away until you went around the corner.

“Fez you fucking simp” came Rue’s voice as both her and ash started to cackle and ran back into the apartment as fez turned a glare at them.

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“Gentlemen let me introduce our star of the night to the stage, Ivy!” The announcer’s voice came over the speakers as desire by Meg Myers played. You walked on stage with slow and precise steps as you walked to the center pole.

The red lights bathed the stage as you grabbed the pole did a twist into a squat. The white bikini you wore hugged your body tightly as you threw your head back and ran your other hand down your body.

You rolled your head to the side and slid back up as you turned and continued your dance. The feel of the song made your body tingled as you swung on the pole. You held it with your legs and hung your body down. Your hands ran up your body slowly until you cup your breast. You opened your eyes and met fez’s.

He watched you with lidded eyes. He licked his lips as he watched you drop down on to a split on your knees. Your back to him you gathered your hair up and moved your hips. Turning around you crawled to the edge of the stage where he sat. You hung your head off the stage as you moved your left hand through your breast and onto your neck. Your legs bent at the knees as you moved your body in the air. Grinding it as if someone was there.

Your eyes closed as you opened your mouth and moaned lowly. Fez eyes hungry as he watched you. They widened when he watched you lift your legs into the air and practically swung your body over the stage and onto his lap.

Your hair fell over his shoulder as you brought your head back onto his shoulder. You brought your left hand up to his cheek and rolled your body on top of him. Moving his face to look at you, you brought your face closer to him so that he could feel the faint touch of your lips.

You looked down and then to his eyes. You could feel his breath on your lips as he huffs and puffs. You could feel him harden under you and smiled. Letting his face go you bent forward as you sat on his crotch.

Moving your legs from the side of him to the middle and opening his. You placed your hands on each of his knees as you grind yourself on his hardness. Grabbing his hands you ran them up your torso until they got to your breast and you squeezed.

Falling back on to his chest you continued to dance on him as you felt him squeeze you one more time. You got up slowly as you turned to look at him and danced a little in between his legs. You kept your half lidded eyes on him as you placed your hands on his knees and swung your hair and turned to get back on stage. You swung yourself a couple times on the pole and left as the song came to an end.

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Fez sat at the bar nursing the drink he ordered as he waited for you. He thought about the way your body felt and how you smelled. He wanted to feel you again.

“Hey” you whispered into his ear as you sat next to him.

Fez looked over to you and smiled, “sup, you were amazing.”

“Thanks my boss said that was my best routine,” you laughed as you placed a drink order with the bartender.

“She said you should come by more often if I was gonna perform like that” he chuckled as he drank the rest of his drink. You smiled too as you got your drink.

“I might if I get to take you home at the end of the night”

“Hmm, what’s in it for me?” You asked as you took a sip of your drink.

“Whatever you want”

“Oh really?”

“Whatever you want” he said as he leaned towards you. Your noses touched each other and you bit your lip with a smile.

“Ok I got my car with me tho” you said as you moved back a bit. He brought your face closer and kissed your lips once. He broke the kiss and looked at you. Swiping his thumb over your bottom lip he looked at your eyes again.

“Leave it I’ll come by in the morning and get it for you, k”

“Ok”

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*knock knock knock knock*

“Who is it?”

“It’s me ash” came Rue’s voice.

He opened the door and let her in. Ash walked into the kitchen as he made himself something to eat.

“Fez here?”

“Nah he’s out right now. You need something?”

“His car’s outside” she pointed her thumb to the door. Ash raised his eyebrow as he walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough the car is there.

He walked to the back and knocked on his brother’s door. But he didn’t come to it. Ash opened and looked inside and saw no one.

“Yea I don’t know where he is”

“Maybe he’s at his girlfriend’s place” rue wiggled her eyebrows. Ash rolled his eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Fezco walked right as ash walked into the kitchen, “sup lil bro whatcha doin” he asked as he made his way to his room.

“Nothin” ash answered as he watched him go. He turned to look at Rue who was sitting at the couch. She gave him a knowing look and watched fez come back out.

“Sup fez”

“Hey rue, when you get here?”

“Been here for a couple of minutes”

Fez nodded his head, “cool.”

“Where you go?” Ash asked as he looked at his brother changed clothes.

“I was doing something. Why you need something Rue? Cuz I told you I’m cutting you off”

“I know I just wanted to hang with you guys. Maybe get some weed. Nothing hard just that”

“Ash can help you with that” he said as he walked towards the door and left. Both Rue and Ash ran to the window and looked outside. They watched as fez went down the stairs and around the corner.

“No fucking way” both kids ran out the door and down the stairs just in time to see fez go up the stairs that led to your apartment floor. They watched as fez pulled out a set of keys and unlocked the door. Your door.

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Fez kicked off his shoes at the door and petted one of the dogs that came up to him. He made his way towards your bedroom door and went in. He took his shirt off and his pants. He pulled the covers back enough to get in and slid right next to you.

His arms went around your waist and pulled you back into his side. You mumbled and he shushed you telling you to go back to sleep. He buried his face in your hair and inhaled your smell. Kissing your head one last time before he fell asleep.

#fezco x reader #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #Fezco x Latina!reader

[iamafictionfreak]

TIS THE SEASON TO BE MERTHUR!

Just... Look at them!

I miss everything about this show. Even the very bad CGI and the weak-ass plot points/armour/conveniences/contrivances.

One Christmas Eve, almost 11 years ago, the entire Merlin fandom was butchered into tiny little distraught pieces. It didn’t matter if your favourite character was Merlin or Morgana, Gaius or Gwen. The showrunners held no qualms in destroying your dreams for Gwaine or Perce. The writers did not hold back in their aim to crucify the smile on your face, to forever turn it upside down. No ship was spared. All hopes for the show to finally commit to their original intent, to bring peace between peoples, to save Albion, to allow Merlin his freedom and Arthur the truth, was brought to a bitter, fatalistic end.

Not that I need to repeat this to you, you know what happened, but it’s worth reiterating that this travesty occurred… on Christmas Eve.

CHRISTMAS. EVE.

Christmas Eve.

The night before Christmas, the night before the day where all rules are broken and we can frolic like children around a decorated tree filled with twinkling lights, our collective hearts were shredded.

This event (once we recovered a tiny bit from the shock) gave birth to a plethora of astonishingly well written, poignant, devastating, hilarious fanfictions that had helped nurse our wounds, for nothing could TRULY heal (except a follow-up season with the original characters, come ON BBC) us.

After nearly 11 years of watching these brilliant entries grow, I never thought I’d jump on this bandwagon and write my own fic.

But I've had a few very shit years, as have many people around the world, and I started to wonder as we do when we want to prove magic can still happen.

My brain decided that it wanted my hands to write the most indulgent, likely over done fic in existence for the fandom. This thought stuck with me throughout the year – I was being STALKED by myself – and wouldn’t leave me the hell alone. This hasn’t happened in a long while.

Still… you’ll eyeroll at the idea. It's so OBVIOUS, I'm embarrassed by myself.

What if Arthur discovered Merlin’s magic from the get-go, from episode 1?

WAIT. Hear me out…

So, Merlin saves Arthur for the first time and Arthur SEES. He sees his eyes glow.

He knows he should tell his father, but his instincts are screaming at him. Honour is at stake. This stranger saved his life. How could he reward it with an execution? So, a chance needs to be given, doesn’t it? A chance for Merlin to give up magic forever and live a life of goodness, to turn away from evil and serve Arthur…

Except Arthur can’t help but wonder. About Magic, about Merlin and magic, about the law and all the whys attached and his place within this chain.

But he also can’t trust this peasant who cavorts with the devil, practices wickedness but smiles like a child and offers compassion to everyone. Someone so duplicitous must be dangerous… except Merlin’s an actual idiot! And it’s getting really difficult to keep his guard up.

But isn’t that how sorcerers work? They twist the mind with pleasing ideas, they tempt and coerce, they manipulate.

And slowly, Arthur finds himself being manipulated too. For how could he ever want to trust this man- but he does. He does.

And we’ve never been allowed to see Merlin deal with a S1 Arthur who’s in the ‘know’. Who’s forcing him to keep it secret, who’s threatening him with trial by fire, a young Arthur who’s ignorant, arrogant and so desperate to understand what he cannot trust.

Then there's the layers, royalty versus peasantry, friendship versus alliances, goals versus ideals.

I want to write a fic where this trust is built from the ground up. One of the things about the show that made it impossible for me to let it go is that the ‘relationship’ between Arthur and Merlin fits exactly zero categories, yet all of them.

Master and servant.

Friends

Family

Allies

Enemies

Romantic ideals

Platonic soulmates

Absolute Soulmates

I could go on. And it's one of those rare shows where the writing would be given more oomph if the males leads had dared cross a line or two.

Realistically, they weren't even friends. They were master and servant who'd become a little co-dependant. Arthur could never admit to anything more because of his station, but would he have been able to being completely himself around Merlin if he'd known the truth? We never see Arthur truly be himself. He wasn't allowed to be, not even with his wife. There was always a wall - it was how he was raised and any attempt to develop was killed by plot.

We never saw Merlin completely free, not with a single person. He started happy and healthy and innocent. A liar. He ended up bitter and terrified and angry and alone. Still a liar.

What would he have become if there'd been one person he could truly trust- not Gaius. Not a man already broken and brainwashed by his own self. A victim of the system just as much as he perpetuated the hate and completely unaware of the trap he lived in.

Many of the characters in the show have the versatility and potential to be written a trillion different ways, is it any wonder that fics continue to be written?

Well, I wanted to explore a slow burn development of trust, with Arthur learning how wrong he was, how much he’s trampled on, and all about the seemingly normal peasant boy who meant more to the world than Arthur could possibly understand. What would they have become if they’d been given the time, hm?

When they were young - yes, I'm going there - wild and free.

What of Morgana, what if she could have trusted? What if she could have understood? Would it have turned out differently? Would she have still become the other side of Uther's coin?

Would Merlin still have ended up alone?

There’s lots more I wanted to touch upon, it’s a big what if, but that’ll have to wait for another post.

I’m writing a 5 part prologue that occurs between episode 1 and 2. I’m hoping to release it for Christmas and then take the time to write the rest of the season.

Unless… you guys think it’s a waste of time? Let me know.

In the meantime, I’m STILL SUFFERING (fucking show) and it's making me write, write, write!

(gifs not mine)

#merlin #arthur pendragon #merlin bbc #merlin emrys #guinevere #morgana #Gaius #uther pendragon #fuck uther #potential #merthur #merlin fanfic #merlin fandom

[tinydeskwriter]

Could you write Jealous Jack plssss

Jealous

He needed a whiskey. He hadn't even felt like drinking in months.

So why did seeing Y/n, his younger brother’s childhood best friend, flirt with some random guy at the bar—in an absurdly sinful dress—make him want to get drunk?

“Who the fuck is that?” Jack asked before he could control himself, Urban turned to see who Jack was referring to.

“Clay should know.” Urban called Clay to join them, putting his arm around the youngest's neck and putting him between him and Jack, the photographer pointed to where Y/n was laughing at something her companion was saying at the bar. “Who the fuck is that?”

Clay smirked looking at his older brother out of the corner of his eye.

“That's Y/n's fucking date, obviously.”

Jack kissed his teeth and glared at his brother. “You think you're hilarious, huh?”

“Since when do you care Jack?” Clay asked his brother casually.

“I care about your friend.” The eldest said forcing a smile.

“Are you sure that's all it is?” Clay asked tilting his head, watching his brother.

“What else would it be?”

“I don't know.” Urban jumped on Clay's bandwagon of teasing Jack, who was clearly jealous. “I think it's the Alpha in you, you know, feeling another in his territory.” The best friend said theatrically.

“I don't have any territory when it comes to Y/n.” He said watching the young woman at the bar.

“So we're going to pretend all the flirting during Derby didn't happen?” Asked Urban. “Jack, man, I'm saying this because I love you, and I want you happy, you've watched Y/n like a wolf watching prey since…” The man ran a hand through his long hair, looking at the younger man in search of of help.

“2019?” Clay offered.

“Before, remember how he drooled over her in a cheerleading uniform?” Urban turned back to Jack. “Man, the point here is that you like her, for some reason you never did anything about it, but every-time you describe your perfect girl, somehow, you basically describe our lovely Y/n/n over there.”

“What if she doesn't like me?” Jack asked running his hand over the back of his head. “Look at her… Y/n is… She makes me stupid.”

“Believe me. You don't need much help for that.” Clay said honestly.

“Man, Y/n has been in love with you since we were seven years old, and you weren't even much to look at back then.”

Jack felt something burn in his stomach as he saw Y/n put her hand on her date's knee, while throwing her head back in laughter.

“Fuck it!” The rapper dropped the water bottle in his brother's hand and turned away without saying anything else.

The other two stood in the VIP area watching him descend from the mezzanine and walk through the crowd towards the bar. Jack was a man with a purpose.

“Isn't it better if we follow him there?” Urban asked Clay.

“Why?” The youngest asked confused.

“To make sure Jack doesn't punch the guy in the face.”

“It won't go that far,” Clay assured him confidently. “Y/n has everything under control.” He said with a smirk.

Urban looked at the couple at the bar, his gaze briefly meeting Y/n's and then back to Clay, the photographer chuckled. “This was all planned wasn't it?”

“Yep” Clay nodded. “She got tired of waiting, she decided to take the stubborn bull by the horns.”

“Poor Jack…” Urban shook his head as he laughed.

#jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagines #jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow x y/n #jack harlow x you #jack harlow blurbs

[samanthamarkle92]

Hey everyone! Still stuck on writing, but have the first part of a Soap fic to give you lovely people something to read! In this story, Soap rescues a young woman named Kate during a bank robbery. He decides to let her stay with him until she feels safe (even recruiting an old friend to help) and soon it turns into something more than roommates. Special shout out to: @deadbranch @nsharks @cravingcoldoreocake123 @ilovehotchocolate @codfanzine @sofasoap @loneghostwolf @shadow0-1 @mistyresolve @islenthatur @bittersw33t-lotus @salbei-141 @m0chac0ffee @fictional-men-have-my-heart @ghostslillady @ghosts-bandwagon @soapxmactavish @mactavishwritings @sleepyconfusedpotato @gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot @halcyone-of-the-sea @rileyslibrary @ghostkinnie @mctvsh @macravishedbymactavish @blissful--moon @mistydeyes @cowyolks @maxinequigleyart @ave661 @clownfishenthusiast @xintothewoodswegox @sighmurderbot If I missed anyone feel free to tag and reblog so others can check it out!

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All he had come in for was to use the ATM.

He didn't really have any other purpose for being at the bank right now. All he needed to do was go in for his change.

The door slid open and in walked the pretty blonde. She fumbled with her purse, standing in line for the teller.

Soap punched in his PIN, mentally making a list of things he needed. He thought he'd just get some cash out and grab groceries. The machine dinged, and he got the wad of notes that the machine had deposited. He had just got the money in his wallet, when he heard a scream from one of the women in line.

Soap spun around, trying to figure out what could have happened.

Some masked men had slipped in, taking advantage of the crowd. They were grabbing people left and right. One man grabbed the blonde woman, dragging her out of the line by her hair.

Soap felt sick inside.

He took a deep breath and ducked behind a counter. He had been in worse situations than this.

'Just my luck; I survived a dangerous top-secret mission taking out a terrorist cell, and now I get stuck in a bank robbery just blocks from my flat.'

He tried not to think about it too much. He would be out soon. The men who'd abducted the lady wouldn't be able to hold everyone here forever. There would be plenty of police to help. The whole incident would be over before he knew it. His soldier instincts told him to use his head; protect others, but don't be stupid. He reached under his jacket, making sure his concealed weapon was ready. The blonde girl swung her purse into the thug's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. That didn't help the situation though. Another one of them grabbed her by the throat, choking her.

That's when it all went to shit.

It wasn't as if he didn't know how to fight. He had done training, been in war zones, gone on stealth operations. But this was different. This was violence, and it wasn't a world away; it was down the street. The robbers had what they needed, and the biggest one grabbed the girl, using her as a human shield.

'Shit! Shit! Shit!' Soap yelled inwardly. If they took her out of the building, anything could happen. No one wanted that kind of thing to happen on their watch.  Soap didn't want that kind of thing to happen.

He started backing up slowly toward the doorway. The gang was only four men, but even the most skilled fighter wouldn't just throw himself into the fight. He waited until they group was almost out the door before he stood, brandishing his gun.

"Let her go!" Soap yelled. He was going for intimidation, which wasn't going to be easy with a handgun pointed at his chest. Some shots were fired into the air, but that was all. Soap ran after them, afraid to shoot in fear of hitting the girl. She was putting up a fight. They were dragging her to the getaway car. Soap took a chance firing above the group. the butt of a handgun slammed into the back of her head, and then the criminals drove off, leaving their hostage prone on the sidewalk.

"Are you okay?!" Soap asked, kneeling down beside her. Her eyes were closed, and she couldn't seem to catch her breath. Soap gently shook her shoulder. "Hey, wake up. Can you hear me? Wake up." She whimpered slightly. Soap quickly lifted her head and tucked his jacket under it,  hoping to stop the bleeding from the back of her head. "Oh god, I'm so sorry," he said. "I'm so sorry." She mouthed something at him, but no words came out.

His hands shook as he took his phone from his pocket and dialed 999.

"I was in the bank robbery on Churchill Street! I have a woman with a blow to the head! Please get an ambulance!" He hung up, cradling the girl's head.

"Hang on, love....help is on the way....just hang on...okay? You're gonna be fine."

She was breathing normally. Soap put his ear next to her mouth, checking her breathing rate. He let out the breath he was holding. "Thank God...stay awake...you need to stay awake, love."

She opened her eyes briefly before letting them close again. Her face looked pale and sweaty.

"You'll be fine...you're gonna be alright....they're gone...please stay awake."

#original character #wattpad #romance #fanfic #call of duty modern warfare #cod modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #cod mw fanfiction #soap fanfic #johnny soap mactavish #soap x oc

[licensedqueerio]

could i request more gareth x reader?? love your writing xx

I have no idea what happened with this…I had no plot when I began and kinda just went with whatever came to mind. At no point did I know what was going to come next

(Also I wanted Gareth to have a boyfriend so…male reader. Hope that's okay)

Oh, also, Henderson reader bc I wanted to hop on that bandwagon :) and ik what the Henderson household looks like but, plot convenience

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Word count: 2.8k

Pairing: Gareth x Male!Henderson!Reader

Warnings: swearing, some angst at the end

Request Here

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Winter in Hawkins was always beautiful. The snow was light and fluffy on the ground, the lakes froze over and a pretty picture of the town was painted. You could almost forget about the 'towns curse'.

What you loved most about winter in Hawkins, was cozying up underneath your thick, warm blankets with the window open to keep it cold enough to actually need the blankets.

It was weird, you knew this, but it was just so comforting to be in a cocoon of blankets to stay warm.

You didn't really think it was a problem to have your window open all hours of the day, considering your bedroom was on the second floor so you didn't have to worry about anyone peeking in.

You were wrong.

So very wrong.

You nearly fell out of bed when the solid, cold ball of snow exploded into mush when it smacked into your face. You flailed in surprise, rocketing upwards as you tried to get the cold snow off of you.

You hissed and swore when it travelled down your shirt and furiously tossed your blankets off. You got out of bed, arms crossed now that you were exposed to the cold as you poked your head out the window.

You weren't sure what you were expecting to see. Maybe a couple of kids horsing around and throwing snowballs at each other. Maybe one just got away from them.

You did not expect to see one Gareth Emerson a few feet away from your house, perfectly in line with your open window. He was holding his stomach, bent over, laughter echoing.

"Gareth Benjamin Emerson!" You shouted.

You watched as Gareth snapped up to a standing position, staring up at you with wide eyes. His laughter had subsided, replaced by fear.

Understandable considering no one used his middle name. Not unless it was serious, which this was. He'd just hit you with a snowball in the face for no reason.

"Sorry!" He shouted, "I didn't think your window was open!"

"Bullshit!" You called, scowling down at him. "You've climbed through my open window you shit!"

Gareth laughed loudly at that and he bent down, scooping up snow with his bare hands. You could see him patting it into a ball before he wound his arm back.

"Don't you dare!" You snapped, stepping back and edging towards the wall to hide behind it case he really did throw it.

You watched him throw it, your body mostly behind the wall with just part of your face exposed so you could watch him. He aimed too low though, and half a second later you heard loud screeching.

Your eyes went wide, as did Gareth's as he stared at the window below yours. He began to cackle like a mad man when he realized who he hit.

You watched as Dustin poked his head out of his window and laughed when you saw the snow in his hair. "Get him, Dusty!" You encouraged, because he hadn't had a good couple of days and he deserved some fun. "He got us both, he can't get away with it!"

Gareth only laughed harder at that, while Dustin threw himself out of his open window, landing awkwardly in the snow. He didn't seem to feel the cold though as he sprang back up. It was then you noticed how unprepared he was for the weather.

"Wait—I was kidding!" You hollered in panic. The last thing you needed was a sick Dustin because he went out in the snow without shoes or adequate clothing. "Dustin you don't have shoes on!"

"I don't care!" Dustin shouted as he hurriedly scooped some snow up and flung it at Gareth, who was holding his hands out in an attempt at peace.

"Wait wait wait wait!" Gareth shouted, leaping to the side to avoid the snow, slipping and sliding. "Wait!"

Dustin paused with his arm back, snow in his palm. "What!?" He demanded. "You hit me and Y/N through the window! You deserve this!"

"Yeah. I did. But your brother will kill me if I retaliate!" Gareth also shouted, edging away from Dustin ever so slowly. "Come on, Henderson, it's not fair!"

Dustin looked up at you for help and you subtly nodded, smirk beginning to curl your lips up.

Dustin's eyes sparkled with glee as he faced Gareth again and let his snowball fly. He cackled when it hit him square in the face. "That's for my brother!"

You too, were laughing at the well deserved retribution, leaning out the window more as you watched him sputter and wipe the snow from his face. He was flushed pink from the cold and you grinned. No matter how much of a little shit he was, he was still cute.

"Dustin Henderson!" He growled, leveling a glare with your younger brother. "I'm gonna bury you!" He shouted before lunging towards him.

Dustin, predictably, screamed and tried to run, but because of his lack of shoes and the heat from his body melting the snow under his feet—he slipped. He fell on his face hard and you tried not to laugh too loud so he didn't hear it.

"Wait wait wait!" Dustin pleaded as he flipped to his back, scrambling backwards from Gareth, who was stalking closer. "WAIT!" He screeched.

"I asked you to wait and what did I get?" Gareth demanded as he scooped more snow up.

"Y/N told me to!" Dustin betrayed you like the little asshole he was.

Your jaw dropped at his audacity. He was supposed to be on your side! He was your brother goddammit! "Traitor!" You hollered.

"I'm sorry, he's gonna attack me!" Dustin shouted. But contrary to his words, Gareth had stopped walking towards him and slowly—dramatically—turned around to stare up at you.

You felt an impending sense of doom as you stared at him. Before you could even open your mouth to tell him not to do it, the snow ball was flying through your open window, missing you by a hair.

"We're breaking up!"

"Bullshit," Gareth mocked, helping Dustin up and officially recruiting him to his team.

Soon enough you had the two of them throwing snowballs. They didn't have perfect aim, so most of the snow slammed against the side of the house, but you still scrambled to shut your window because sometimes they hit the bullseye.

You must have been an awful person in your past life for the universe to choose now to punish you with a window that wouldn't close. You swore as you were pelted with snow and abandoned the window, diving to the side to hide behind the wall.

"Fine! You guys win, fucking hell!" You shouted. "Now stop throwing snowballs in my room or I swear to god!"

The snowballs ceased for a brief moment and all was quiet. You held your breath; you knew from experience that silence was never ever a good thing.

"...I want hot chocolate," Dustin stated his demands. "And not the cheap shit either! I was the good hot chocolate that you made when I was sick last time!"

"And I want a kiss. Several actually," Gareth tacked on.

"No kisses! Absolutely not! I will put snow in your bed, Y/N!" Dustin vehemently protested.

You rolled your eyes at the both of them and tentatively poked your head around the corner, grimacing at the now wet carpet squishing under your feet. "For the record, I hate the both of you," you stated. "And I should lock the both of you out in the snow. But I'll be nice because Dustin doesn't have shoes on," you allowed.

"Is that a no on the hot chocolate?" Dustin dejectedly asked, staring at his toes in the snow.

You sighed overdramatically, "no, it's not a no. Get your ass inside before mom comes home," you ordered. "Go change. Gareth, you too."

"Yes, sir," Gareth muttered under his breath.

You scowled and decided to ignore it as you turned your back on the window, pulling your wet shit off.

You heard a loud, obnoxious whistle and smirked. Then you heard Dustin swearing viciously, followed by Gareth's hurried apologies.

You shook your head at the two of them. They got on perfectly, most of the time. But Dustin still didn't like that his 'cool friend Gareth' was dating his 'lame older brother'.

So obviously you messed with the both of them all the time. Like just now when you undressed in front of the window. Your body may not have been perfect but you knew Gareth liked to stare. And why shouldn't he? Personally, you thought you were a catch.

Obviously he thought the same considering your relationship status.

You jumped when your door was slammed open and you yanked a shirt over your head quickly. But it ended up just being Gareth, who was trying to pose coolly against your doorframe, but you could see him trembling from the cold. Especially his hands.

You frowned as you approached, taking his ice cold hands and holding them between your own. "God, you're freezing," you muttered in disapproval. "Fuck Dustin's gonna get sick, I already know," you said with a sigh.

"That's what he gets," Gareth grumbled, looking down at his own wet flannel and t-shirt. He kicked the door closed with a quick glance over his shoulder.

"Go change," you said instead of answering. "Your clothes are in the closet. I'll clean those with Dustin's." You gave him a quick kiss to sate his earlier demand.

"How come I always end up stripping when I'm here?" He rhetorically asked, stepping back and shedding his flannel vest and then his shirt.

You raked your eyes over his torso before taking the clothes from him. You averted your eyes when he took his pants off and caught them when he tossed them at your back.

After a minute, he said, "I'm done." Which you took to be the all clear and opened the door, heading downstairs to grab Dustin's wet clothes.

He gave them up without a fuss. "I'm freezing," he stated the obvious, wiggling his toes against the carpet. "Why'd you let me go out there?" He whined with his whole body.

"I told you not to," you argued. "Go stand in front of the heater. I swear, if your ass gets sick mom will kill me. She already thinks I got you sick the last time! And put some damn socks on!"

"Yeah, because you did," Dustin scowled, pushing past you to stand in front of the heater. "You got sick and then you contaminated me with your stupid germs!"

"No I didn't," you sighed, shaking your head as you followed him out. You detoured to the laundry room and threw the clothes in with little regard for sorting them out.

When the clothes started washing, you headed to the kitchen. You had a perfect view of Gareth and Dustin crowding in front of the heater, rubbing their hands together.

You called that karma.

You began on the hot chocolate for the two of them. You really did hope neither of them got sick. Your mom really would kill you if Dustin got sick under your watch again.

God so much shit had already happened to him under your watch. A cold was definitely the least lethal, but still. A sick Dustin was never really fun. He acted like it was the end of the world.

Sometimes you teased him that he saved the world, but a cold was what was going to kill him. That was only on good days though, when you knew it wouldn't make him frown or become distant.

Your biggest regret was always going to be not being able to protect him from all the Upside Down bullshit. You couldn't shield him from it, couldn't make it so he wasn't involved. You couldn't take his bad memories from him.

"Y/N!"

You flinched, nearly splashing the hot chocolate out of the pot. "Christ, what, Dusty?" You exclaimed, turning to look at him.

"Don't do that!" Dustin shouted with a scowl and creased brow. "Not after all the Vecna shit!"

"Sorry," you frowned, guilty at spacing like that. "I was just thinking, I'm fine. He's gone, Dust."

Dustin shrugged uncomfortably, "I know," he muttered. He glanced over his shoulder at Gareth, who was sitting on the couch before turning back to you.

You stopped dividing your attention between him and the pot and just stared at him, because he genuinely did look worried.

"I just…had a bad dream," he mumbled, squirming where he stood like he always did when he talked about this with you. "About that day. It felt so real," he frowned.

"It was just a bad dream," you reassured. "It's okay, now. He's gone for good. You seen his body. Nance got him in the head, remember? We even made double sure with the fire."

"Yeah, I know," Dustin sighed. "But it felt real," he insisted. "Our plan didn't work, and Eddie died. I was too late—I couldn't save him," he whimpered.

Your eyes went wide when you saw the tears beginning to roll down his cheeks before he wiped them quickly. You shut the stove off so you didn't burn anything and gestured for him to come closer. You enveloped him in your arms, holding him securely, as if you could shield him from all his bad dreams.

"He died and I couldn't save him, I was too late," he cried into your shoulder. "It felt so real, I couldn't wake up! And…and the night before it was you instead of Eddie and I just—I'm scared. Scared he'll come back."

You stroked his curls and sighed softly. You didn't know how to console him. How were you supposed to protect him from his own mind? "It wasn't real," you murmured. "Dustin, it wasn't real. I'm right here and I'm okay. All in one piece, okay?"

After a few moments, you felt Dustin nod.

"Why don't you call Eddie? Have you called him yet? Maybe it'll calm you down. Reassure yourself he's okay," you suggested, releasing him so you could look him in the face.

Dustin avoided eye contact and nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I'll call him."

You ruffled his curls with a small attempt of a smile. "Ask if he wants to come over. We have enough hot chocolate," you smiled. "But he has to promise not to throw any snowballs," you said, wagging a finger in his face with a growing smile.

That earned a laugh and he nodded before hurrying off to go do just that.

You turned back to the stove, clicking the fire back on. You watched Gareth out of the corner of your eye as he approached.

You relaxed into him when he hugged you from behind. "I hate that I can't help more," you murmured.

"You did all you could. You always do," Gareth reassured. "At least you're here for him. As long as he has you, he'll be okay."

You nodded. "Yeah. But still. His nightmares are terrible. He had to sleep in my room just a few nights ago for fucks sake," you sighed.

"He'll get better," Gareth replied. "He will. You both will. It will get better," he promised.

He knew the basic rundown of everything. He had a lot of questions after everything and you made the decision with Eddie, who was his best friend, to tell him the truth. If only the basic truth.

"I hope so," you mumbled, staring down at the melting chocolate in the pot. "Thanks for sticking around, love," you murmured, turning your head.

"I'll always stick around. Can't get rid of me, Henderson," he responded with a quick kiss. "I'll go put a movie on for him, it'll calm him down til Eddie gets here," he said and pulled away to do just that.

---

Eddie sat on the couch, sandwiched between Dustin and Steve, who he brought along with him.

You sat pressed against Gareth, who was holding your shared cup of hot chocolate to warm his hands up further.

Ghostbusters was playing on the TV, an old Dustin favorite. He seemed content with it, his own cup of hot chocolate held between his own cold fingers. At least he listened to you and put socks on.

You were glad he seemed better than earlier and let yourself find comfort in that. He was okay, at least for now.

You relaxed into Gareth and stared at the screen. For now, this moment was perfect. No one was crying, hurt, or screaming. Everyone was content with hot chocolate to warm them up and a movie to keep them entertained.

You marked this as a good day in your book.

"Hey, so what's the deal with snowballs?" Eddie asked, peeking around Steve to stare at you.

You, Gareth, and Dustin began to laugh.

#ransomswriting #reader insert #ask box #reader #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #answered asks #gareth emerson x reader #gareth the great #gareth x reader #gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #male reader #henderson reader #dustin henderson #potential stranger things spoilers #Dustin's older brother

[verxn]

Guilty

Description: you guys go on the trip to Italy but it doesn’t end very well

Pairing: Peter Parker x black fem reader

It’s been a while , I didn’t know what to write about please don’t get me 😭 - v

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They were everywhere…literally everywhere, i couldn’t even turn the corner without seeing them smooching off of each other

We are currently in Italy for a school trip and I kinda regret coming, there’s so much couples everywhere and I cannot seem to escape

Plus looks like Peter is hopping in the bandwagon right behind ned with trying to get with MJ

“What happened to being American bachelors in Europe” I heard peter say to ned

“Dude I’ve changed those were words of a little boy, I’m a man” Ned said to peter

“Jesus Christ Ned you just get a girlfriend now your acting like your some kinda of saint” I said flipping through my engineering book

“Y/n- you weren’t even in this conversation” Ned replied frowning a bit “she’s kinda right through” Peter said to Ned

“Peter you still trying to do that plan?” I looked at him “yeah hopefully I can go through with this without any problems ahead” he said

“When is there never not a problem Peter? Guarantee you might have to pull out the suit” I whispered to him “but anyways enough with the couple talk I can’t stand it” i put my book back in my tote bag

I wore a green tan and brown striped shirt , black slacks with checkered print vans, I put my dreads in a lazy ponytail and I had glasses on even though I could see perfectly fine I just wanted to wear them with my outfit

“Y/n your style is weird” Ned said, I looked up at him “whaddya mean?” He thinks for a moment “I don’t know it’s lazy yet so professional” he added

“Lazy yet so professional? Hm I’ll take it” I said smiling at him “how did you even come up with this style anyway?” Peter said I looked up at him “oh I just had inspiration from certain people” I nodded to myself

“That’s cool, who are those people?” He said curiously “uh- favorite artist like people I listen to” I said to him it was a bit awkward probably because I confessed to him 5 months ago and he sadly turned me down but I moved on …..kinda?

“oh nice nice” he said to me I nodded and folded my arms “well long trip ahead I better go get some snacks” I said to the two and walked away

While I was walking away to one of the random stores I heard “WAIT” I turned around and saw peter running towards me “what the..” I mumbled confused on why he was running towards me

He stopped right in front of me out of breath “are you good?” I said to him “y-yeah I’m fine you just walk really fast” he said to me still out of breath

“yeah I get that a lot” I chuckled to myself “but why did you run over here for ?” “I needed your advice about my plan-” I shucked my teeth and walked away “nope I don’t wanna hear about couples”

-

We arrived at the hotel and everyone else left but, I didn’t feel like going out so I stayed in, plus all that lovey dovey would rub off on me

I sighed and pulled out my phone and started scrolling through social media, but it was filled up with couple posts and pictures of our classmates on the trip

I groaned and turned off my phone “let’s just take a nap” I said to myself, I laid down and got comfortable and drifted off to sleep

-

Knocking woke me up from my nap, I sat up rubbing my eyes “just a moment” I said getting off the bed “what the hell” I said to myself

I opened the door and found peter and Ned standing there “what?” I said clearly tired Ned opened his mouth to speak but I cut him off “wait wait wait, before you start if it has to do with anything couple related I will shut this goddamn door on your face” I said now fully awake

“We got attacked” Ned said “attacked how what?” I said confusedly “actually wait come in” I said opening the door wider so they can step in the hotel room

“What happened?” I said with my arms crossed “some big water giant attacked us” Ned said “thank god that guy was there, without him we’ll be toast” he added

“You got Spider-Man right there what you mean?” I said pointing to peter “did you do anything peter ?” I turned to him

He nodded “yeah I webbed up some buildings so they wouldn’t fall and also held up a tower but it fell” I nodded “okay at least nobody is hurt” i said while sitting down

“But what do you want me to do about this? You guys had to come to me for something” I said looking at the pair

They stared at me

“What…?” I said shifting uncomfortably

“Y/n….can you…”

“Don’t tell me you want me to upgrade your suit” I said grabbing my brown coat

“Listen…I know you only do that if it’s necessary but I really need it” Peter said desperately

I looked at peter “look…I’m sorry but, I have no lab to work in and I didn’t bring my materials with me…I’m sorry Peter” I said looking at him sitting on the bed next to ned

Peter nodded and got up while leaving the room , ned slowly looked back at me and mouthed ‘sorry’ and closed the door behind him

I then plopped down on the bed and held my hands to my face “why the hell would I do that”

#black reader #black fem reader #ant man #bucky barnes #ancient rome #natasha romanoff #spider man #peter parker #black writers #Spider-Man x black reader #Italy

[darklordofthesimp]

Alright, I'm joining the bandwagon because I'm a bastard who likes smashing noses when someone scares my love interest. Bare with me here...

The sound of Birdy's hysteria sent shards of ice through his veins. There was no thinking, only thundering steps barging into the training hall. Neither was there time to think when fist connected with flesh with a sickening crunch. There was barely any room for König to get up, much less comprehend what was happening, before a steel-tipped boot caught him in the ribs and the giant was sent spiraling backwards.

A low growl bubbled up in the dark haired man's throat, he was ready to end it, send this fuck back to his sorry-ass KorTec scum. Or even better, the grave.

It was the quiet whimper that halted him half step. Birdy.

His shoulders sagged and he turned on his heel, gaze falling on the trembling form curled on the mat. His breath seized. All the memories of that night flooded into his mind for a brief second. The blood, the stench, the mortifying screams. Those were his screams.

He shot König one last murderous glare, curling his lip into a feral snarl. The poor man's eyes were glossy and riddled with guilt, crimson leaking from his nostrils. The dark haired man might have even smiled if it weren't for his hammering heart, egging him towards Birdy.

With a swift turn on the heel, he was next to her, hands ever so delicately snaking around her waist and shoulders, bringing her against his heaving chest. He pressed his lips into her hair, eyes squeezed shut. He was holding himself together by a thread, keeping his hands from shaking, from wrapping around König's neck and snapping it.

"Deep breaths, darling. Deep breaths,"

His voice was raw and deep whispering into her ear. She was engulfed in his huge arms, shielding her from the outside. Fuck knows what he'd do for her. A war wouldn't be able to stop him in his wake.

She was his endgame.

Whew, not the best, but I had to get it off my chest. XD

In an alternate universe where Ghost and Birdy are together this would be the most fucking heart wrenching beautiful thing.

Can yall start writing fanfics too so I can fuckinf read them???? We need some good shit In this fandom AND YALL ARE STUPIDLY TALENTED WHEN YOURE NOT BEING GREMLINS

[legacyshenanigans]

My problem is this-

Baldurs gate 3 looks rad and I'm already in love with astarion, but I don't have the proper gaming tools (or the money tbh) to play. I WANNA KISS THE MANS AND BE A FUNKY LITTLE GUY

I literally know nothing about the plot. I like to believe I can fuck around with idk flowers and astarion? I know that's not how it works but I WISH

also from one former HL creator to the another, I totally get it. I abandoned my old blog because I wanted to cry at the mere thought of that fandom. Not because I hated it, I just...was over it? I don't know. But you're not alone is what I'm trying to say. And it gets better!

I never responded to your response about my marvolo ask lol. I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me. I was genuinely curious and was TERRIFIED it would come off as passive aggressive. So I thank you for being kind. Why am I writing this? I don't know. It's 2 am where I'm at and I just wanted to say you're awesome (even if I never interact-) and I'm HERE for your BG3 content even if I have no fucking idea what it is other than pretty man

I really hope you get to play it one day 🙂

Well you can certainly "fuck" around with Astarion as part of the story, I can tell you that haha 🤣

Yeeeah it is what it is, I was PROPER devastated when I realised my love for it had died, because it had brought me alot of happiness during a dark time, but I just didn't enjoy using those characters in content anymore, I'd fallen off the Sebastian bandwagon like 2 fuckin months ago, and was using him less and less over time, and I found myself writing Marvolo content more than I was writing HL content and people started to notice, but I carried on even though I knew I didn't fuck with HL anymore, because I was just holding onto it, and yeah the day I officially left the fandom as a creator for it was fuckin horrible, dude. I didn't know what to do with myself, but there was no way I was staying when I wasn't happy doing content, and I felt like I had to announce that too and just be totally honest with my following about my mental health, because I really be out here struggling with it, comes in waves and makes me manic, and I always NEED something to focus on and hyperfixate on because it helps me TREMENDOUSLY. I'd rather do that than go on pills that will make me an empty shell zombie of a person, and thank you.

Regarding that Marvolo ask you sent me a while back, I DID see it as passive aggressive, can't lie 🤣 but you caught me on a good day, so luckily I wasn't a c*nt to you lol, it's all good though! don't worry! I get it!! And I feel now, even more so, with me being so open about my development of him and my thoughts, people have a little bit more or an understanding of WHY I personally love him so much, and I still do, but again, that doesn't mean everyone has to, it's fine, but I'm glad he was/is appreciated by others too, that was always a bonus 💚🐍

Yeah I'm really loving BG3, so I definitely want to do more content for it, I'm just trying to be in my chill mindset currently 🙂 putting out little things when I have an idea and what not, I'm just taking my time. 😁

Thanks again for dropping in 🤍

[kyle-but-n0t]

bug trolls are my shit, apparently.

every 2 or so months i swan dive head first back onto the bug-like trolls headcanon bandwagon, and i am never upset over the fact i do because it makes me really happy. i am going to make a google doc with all of my thoughts eventually, though i don't know how long that will take since i am still gaining new ideas for it. the ideas aren't even exclusively about bug traits! squeezed some other animals in there as well.

my realization that i actually really like bugs and find them interesting stemmed from the entertainment i get from imagining trolls like this, and for that i am thankful and also very scared! i love bugs and i find their existence very easy to get really invested in. bugs are so strange and messed up and a little scary but man do i love 'em for it!

i have made quite a few concept sketches, however i am not too keen on showing the ones i have currently because they are VERY rough and i think i can improve on the ideas i have already (though if anyone really wants to see them i can post them, though they aren't the best and some are literally on my schoolwork lol.)

when i'm done with the trolls i want them to be so different from the actual species that they can pass as a whole different species if you don't think too hard about it. that is the plan. if i am successful or pull it off correctly is unknown.

i will make a post or something with my hcs once i am set and sure in them, y'know give them some time to settle in so i know i'm content with them. some ideas i have gotten from other artists so i will credit them, though i may need to deep dive for that. hcs are a complex pipeline, so there will be a good chance that my credit will be not exactly correct because i am going off the first artist i personally saw doing it. i don't think it's possible to figure who was the first to create every single headcanon i list.

i might even make this post the catalyst (is that the word?) of all my future posts relating to this, just adding on reblog and reblog with passing time as i make more doodles and get more ideas, which i do hope happens.

yippee! i love bugs!! i love homestuck trolls!!!

also sorry for such a long post, i am just VERY serious and excited about this. this shit is my jam and i get really joyous over the thought of homestuck trolls being even slightly more animal-like.

obviously.

this one post is basically a whole ass article or short story's length lol, i almost feel professional or something writing this whole ginormous pile of scrambled words.

#homestuck #it's homestuck related #hs #homestuck headcanons #homestuck rambling #troll headcanons #homestuck troll headcanons #homestuck 2024 #homestuck yapping #i feel insane

[itjazzbicch]

Just You

Pairing:  Angelo Parker x Fem Reader 

(First time writing Angelo so I hope I did well!)

Summary: Coming from NXT all alone, the reader is quickly reunited with her good friends Angelo and Matt, who have her tag along with them, and JAS, quickly fitting into the group, but the guys seem to like her a little too much, this catching Angelo's attention, the reader lets him know, he's the only one she likes...

Warnings: SMUT! (18+ ONLY!) (Swearing, drinking, daddy kink, thigh riding, fingering, unprotected sex)

Word Count: 1.8k 

AUTHORS NOTE: THIS IS ALL @legit9thlunaticwarrior FAULT! (hehehe)

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @peachy-satan00 @new-zealand-chic  @crowleysqueenofhell @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @thatpanpal @melissahausen @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @linzi-land @xxx-jazz-xxx @writtingrose @legit9thlunaticwarrior @seeingstarks @rubyred1980 @alexisquinnlee-bc 

I DO NOT OWN THIS GIF:   

“Well, well, well. The new girl got signed!”

“And she’s on dynamite already?!”

My eyes rolled at Anna and Tay’s voices. First night on Dynamite and someone is trying shit on me. Coming from NXT, I was hoping for a new and fun experience, but it didn’t seem like that was gonna happen immediately.

“Hold on,” That voice was familiar, excited, “Is that Y/N?”

I was going to walk away till I finally remembered that voice, turning to see:

“Angelo?! I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight!”

Angelo was a great friend of mine since we met in NXT. Matt was right by his side and the rest of JAS, Anna, and Tay was the most surprised when we ran to each other for a hug.

“I didn’t know you were gonna be here either,” He smiled, Matt saying next:

“Give ya man some love, girl!”

I made sure to give Matt a hug too, both of them on the same page when Angelo said:

“Stick with us, tonight! We can show you around and make sure no one picks a fight with you.”

“Hey, you know I can fight,” I giggled, but hugged happily, “But why not?”

Next, I made sure to introduce myself to the rest of JAS, even a salty Anna and Tay, but it amazed me how easily and quickly we all got along.

Angelo and I never left each other's sides, catching up and goofing off. I was booked for the night and he even offered to escort me out, but I thought it was a little too soon to align myself with a group. Besides, I really needed to establish my own dominance and make a good first impression, which he agreed with.

That’s exactly what happened, a smile on my face when I walked back into the guerrilla to see Angelo and Matt all dressed up, cheering:

“Now that’s how you make a debut!”

All I could do was show off, walking over with a smile, smiling more when Angelo wrapped his arm over my shoulder:

“I know you always pack something cute. Wanna get ready for a good night and come party with us?”

“Ya know we got the hookup!” Matt encouraged, making me shake my head with giggles:

“Why can I never tell you two no?”

“Because you love us,” Angelo teased, the smirk on his face as he blew a kiss making my cheeks heat up.

“Alright, alright,” I smirked back, heading to the locker room, “I won’t be too long.”

“Just meet us in the parking lot,” Matt called out before I left and I made sure to make good timing since the show was almost over.

Sure enough, Angelo and Matt were in the parking lot with the rest of JAS, the click of my heels grabbing all of their attention, pupils expanded, and in awe at my red mini dress.

“Who’s ready to party?!” I smiled and shimmied over, Jericho being the first to hop on my bandwagon:

“You know it’s us, girl! You fit right in.”

“Fit just right,” Daniel was the next to say, sending me a smirk that made me feel flustered, but all of our attention fixing on the limo that pulled up.

“Ooo, the special treatment, huh?” I giggled to distract myself, climbing in as Matt held the door for everyone.

Jericho sure was a party animal, already popped a bottle in the limo, but it was fun. Let alone when we made it to the club.

It had to have been the coolest one I’ve ever seen! All the drinks were free and they had good taste in music?

Better believe I made the best of it. I spent a lot of the time with Angelo and Matt, then when I got tipsy, I went out to dance and that’s when things started getting a little wild.

First, I was dancing with Angelo, then Matt took me, and Hager even tried. I just kept playing along and was a laughing mess when Matt and Garcia had me sandwiched, grinding and my eyes couldn’t help but fix on Angelo.

He was downing a huge drink and it seemed to be out of frustration.

“Sorry boys, I need water,” I made up while sliding out, meanwhile I had booze in my hand.

“Aww, come on! We’re having fun!” Matt had to complain, but I shooed him away:

“You’ll live!”

Angelo had his back turned, grabbing his gaze when I played with his suspender strap:

“Hey, you.”

“Hey,” He didn’t even sound like he was having fun anymore, so I tried helping:

“Wanna share a drink with me?”

Much like I could never tell him no, he could never tell me no, ordering my favorite drink and that started to make me feel better.

“I see you’re really getting along with the crew,” He pointed out, having me nod:

“I’m glad. Lord knows I don’t wanna make any enemies already.”

“They like you a little too much,” He mumbled under his breath while taking a drink, and it clicked in my head why he was alone and seemed upset.

“Hey,” I whispered softly, hugging his arm, stroking it softly, “It's not like that. If there’s any guy that I like? It’s you, daddy.”

“Wha-“ My words caught him off guard, his eyes quickly finding mine.

Angelo always had a spot in my heart, hand finding his thigh and squeezing softly while I whispered in his ear, “You’re the reason I’m here. You have no idea how happy I was when I saw you backstage.”

The alcohol had deeper thoughts leaking out of me, also making me a little nervous because of the big step I just took, but relaxing with a rush when his hand found my hip, pulling me closer and delivering back the same energy:

“Aww, my baby girl missed her daddy?”

“Soo much,” I was feeling confident now, placing a kiss on his cheek, smiling when his nose poked mine, wanting a real kiss that I surely gave.

Just a touch had his hand up my dress, squeezing my ass, my hand taking his suspender and pulling him closer, slipping my tongue into our kiss.

“The crew won’t mind if you and I slipped out of here, would they?” I gazed through my lashes, loving his response:

“Not at all.”

His hand was glued to my hip, getting us a ride out of there and the time was agonizing because of all the temptations.

Constantly palming him in the dark of the backseat, starting to kiss along the collar of his shirt, but squeezing my thighs together and listening to his whisper:

“Be a good girl for daddy, alright? We’re almost there.”

Laying my head against his chest, I was shaking from holding back, but I listened, holding his hand as he guided me out, to his room and the sight of him sitting back in the chair, shirt unbuttoned, seeing how hard his bulge was against his pants as he spread his legs and patted his thigh, finger motioning for me:

“Come here, baby girl.”

This time, I didn’t mind taking things slow, hand gliding across his warm chest, lips packing heat in a tongue-full kiss, grinding down slowly while taking a seat across his thigh.

I could’ve gotten off by the friction his thigh put against my clit, back and forth, nice and slow, but picking up my hips as I felt him tapping my ass upward.

“Good girl,” He hummed against my lips, fingers slipping into my panties to tease my clit and feel how soaked I was, not wasting any time to slip in a finger and pump softly, soon adding another.

“Damn it,” Whining and burying my face into his neck, I couldn’t help but rock back into the two fingers beginning to fuck me faster, needing more and ready when he whispered to me:

“Cum for daddy and you’ll get something better.”

“I am, daddy-“ I moaned into his neck, a hand full of his shirt, rocking even harder, feeling his fingertips nudging a sensitive bump, deep inside and instantly creaming his fingers.

“Bet that felt good, hm?” Chuckling and giving me a kiss, he helped fix my footing on the ground, tapping me to stand up, “Take your dress off.”

The dress was easy to slip off my shoulders, one little zipper down and letting it fall to the floor, panties following to leave me nude, a smile on his face, and getting a show of my own when his clothes started coming off.

Left in his unzipped pants, the magnetism couldn’t be helped, kissing me over to the bed, just a step closer to what I wanted when he instructed:

“On the bed. All fours.”

Crawling up slowly and on all fours, like I was told, I laid my head in a position to watch his pants and boxers fall, a smile on my face when learning he was just as impressive as he felt.

“I’m in for it, huh?” Picking myself up and perking my hips upward, I was still playful, but gosh was he a dream, positioning himself, hands finding my hips and pulling me back carefully, the best moan I ever felt spilling out while he gave his cock slow, inch by inch, leaning to kiss my cheek:

“You just tell me how you want it, baby.”

“Fuck,” I whined into the mattress, just that slow bit putting me into another world, rocking back to meet his hips, thrusts starting out slow, but growing quicker each time.

“Don’t hide that beautiful face from me,” With his chest against my back, fixing my face so it wasn’t buried in the mattress, he completely bottomed me out, purring with a nibble on my ear, “I wanna hear those beautiful moans too.”

“H-Harder,” The coil in my stomach started tightening, mouth speaking before I could think, but my body knew what it wanted, digging into the sheets when his hips smacked into my ass so hard that it blew my back out, still hammering my sweet spot even while burying my lower half into the mattress.

“Hard like that?” Interlocking hands and pushing his weight onto me to keep my squirms somewhat under control, I was becoming a mess, feeling how my walls only sucked him in deeper.

“Oh my god, yes!” Even with my mouth wide open, I couldn’t breathe right, eyes rolling at the sudden, jolting jerk of my hips, squelching around his cock hard, the thrusts he had left in him making my thighs burn so bad but deliciously.

“My fucking-“ I heard him groan under his chest, whining at the tight grip on my ass, how my walls were still squeezing his cock so hard as he began to pull back, “Really trying to make me a daddy hugging me like that.”

We both got a laugh out of that, squealing then gasping when he flipped me to my back, wanting to see the sight of my body covered with his seed, panting with a smile on his face:

“But that’s good enough for now.” 

#wrestling #wrestling imagine #wrestling fic #wrestling fanfic #wrestling smut #wrestling oneshot #aew #aew imagine #aew fic #aew fanfic #aew smut #aew oneshot #aew x reader #angelo parker #angelo parker x reader #angelo park imagine #angelo parker fic #angelo parker fanfic #angelo parker smut #angelo parker oneshot #read and enjoy

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i think we as a fandom should roast lan xichen more. hypocrite really encouraged lan wangji to grow closer to wei wuxian then let him get punished for trying to save him

wwx and lwj were like "we think jgy is up to some shady shit" and lan xichen's response was "okay but i like him though"

Just another day in the mdzs fandom …

I think often ppl in fandoms are sort of enamored w putting out "hot takes", even when those hot takes completely eviscerate the story of its depth and don't actually make sense if you give them more than a second of consideration. Kind of like that LSZ was crazy for not jumping on the cancel WWX bandwagon 🤪. A take like this erases the actual dynamic between LXC and LWJ, the fact that it is a loving and positive relationship, LXC's autonomy and characterization, JGY's masterful manipulating, and especially LWJ's own characterization; because this is a man who does believe in the Lan teachings. He punished himself when WWX MADE HIM break curfew. He punished himself after he drank Emperor's smile and branded himself (even though LQR didn't punish him) SO how would he have accepted injuring 33 elders of his own clan without no repercussions. The point is he knew the consequences/cost and accepted them when standing by WWX and he carried no resentment about it. Direct contrast to jc who tried to distract some troops, got himself captured instead and then never stopped resenting WWX. The other point is LXC knows the face JGY has shown him all these years, that WWX himself knows would give him no reason to doubt JGY. LXC is also aware of how the cultivation world talks about JGY and treats him bc of his birth and doesn't want to condemn him off the bat, but still agrees to investigate and find proof! He doesn't tell LWJ he doesn't trust him (LWJ), he says neither one of them have seen the head personally so they must both go off the word of a second person. Hell someone else would've been more mistrustful after essentially forcing his way into JGY's treasure room only to find no head there! But LXC still agrees to investigate.

Lan XiChen nodded, “Young Master Wei, no need to worry. Before the truth is entirely revealed, I will not be partial to either side or reveal your whereabouts. Or else, I would not have allowed WangJi to take you to my Hanshi or helped with your injuries.”

And afterwards WWX and LWJ both trust his righteousness.

Wei WuXian played with the bookmark in his hands before giving it back to him, “Your brother received quite a big shock.”

With care, Lan WangJi put the dried herb peony back into the book. He shut the pages, “Now that he has found the evidence, he will not tolerate this.”

Wei WuXian, “Of course. He’s your brother after all.”

No matter how close of a relationship Lan XiChen and Jin GuangYao had, he was still from the GusuLan Sect and had his own principles.

Do people just not care what the author writes? Is it that they have cancel culture brain and know they'd jump on any hate bandwagon in a hot second after one inflammatory tweet and zero due diligence? Let's be real most people in fandom would have been like the ones at Nightless City condemning WWX. Or, do they think the Clan leaders gathered at LP who start trash talking JGY immediately and assigning every negative thing to him the way they'd once done to WWX are the ideal? I get the desire to make these humorous quips but like almost everything else in the fandom they're not about the characters or the story, they're about the op, clout etc... So take them w a grain of salt. x

#mdzs #answers #Lan Xichen #Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian #Jin Guangyao

[yardsards]

jumping on the bandwagon of making sad grimwalker OCs:

just writing bc my brain has decided we are not in an art type of mood. strap in because this is about to get DARK [tw for mentions of abuse, suicide, and child death]

this takes place probably about 100ish years pre-canon? like, around a time belos hasn't been universally accepted as emperor but he's got a lot of the castle built and he's kinda set up the precursor to the current coven system and a lot of people are listening to him.

this grimwalker's name was simon, which means "one who listens"

belos was proud of himself for choosing such an apt name, the boy turned out to be extremely obedient, never needing to be told anything twice, rarely asking questions, a perfect follower. belos was almost hopeful that this one might finally be the one to turn out right, that he might not "have to" kill this one for betraying him. but a part of him was almost upset that he might never get to kill this one, to make him suffer the punishment of caleb's sins.

(this one looked a good bit like caleb, too. not quite as identical as hunter, but probably in the top 5. he was a bit taller and thinner, and his hair was a bit more straight and manageable. he, unlike caleb and hunter, COULD get that little forelock smoothed back, but he noticed belos didn't like that, so he always made sure to leave it loose. (maybe he even took to wearing a concealment stone and subtly tweaking his features in accordance to what seemed to make belos happiest, ending up looking REALLY like caleb) and while he wasn't completely free of scars, his face was somewhat unscathed compared to many other grimwalkers)

unfortunately for belos, obedience was not the only reason simon's name fit; simon was a kikimora level eavesdropper- perhaps even worse. he spied on belos, coven members, townsfolk- anyone he came across really. in his limited free time, when he wasn't being nosy, he got good at oracle and illusion magic, which only made him better at listening in on people. he probably didn't learn 100% of the story, but he learned of the other grimwalkers and he learned of belos's evil intentions

he'd listened to belos so much, which meant he learned manipulation from watching the master. so no one noticed when he went from actual eager obedience to following orders just to avoid suspicion and trouble. no one noticed the shift from listening to the emperor at all times because he looked up to him to listening to the emperor at all times to glean any piece of intel he could get against the man. no one noticed when he went from exclusively spying on and manipulating the emperor's enemies to spying on and manipulating the emperor himself.

simon was never the valliant type, never the type to directly rebel or speak against belos. but sometimes there would be warnings given to those the emperor planned to attack, or anti-emperor sentiments and coven secrets passed around. these would come in the form of words scrawled on the walls of back alleys or notebooks left in conspicuous locations or hushed words from a stranger (always with a different appearance but always with a fake-sounding voice and the nigh-imperceptible shimmer of illusion magic.)

every once in a while, word would make it back to belos that someone was warning the townsfolk. some random underling of his would end up being blamed and getting killed. simon would never confess, never let himself show even the slightest bit of guilt. he let others take the fall, telling himself it was for the greater good that he never get caught. (he was ultimately on the side of good, but his morals could be very dubious at times. and i feel like half of his reason for rebelling was just to spite belos rather than out of moral goodness). after each execution, he'd wait a few months before trying again and change up tactics, to make it seem like it was a whole new rebel causing issues.

this couldn't last forever, though. he lived to his 30s, (pretty old for a grimwalker, all things considered) before belos figured out what was happening. simon heard that belos found out and that he was doomed. by the time he heard, he knew he had barely an hour left to live. he considered going out with a bang, recklessly spreading word of belos's evil, but he knew that wouldn't do much. even if he could get out of the castle to do it, belos would just paint him as insane or evil, making his final act be in vain. he spent his final hour in his room, preparing. he left three things behind:

1: his corpse, lying on the floor. dagger thrust into his chest by his own hand. blood staining his usually pristine uniform and mask.

2: a note in his other hand, simply reading "i refuse to let you have the satisfaction of killing me yourself."

3: a compilation of all the notes he'd taken over the years. the truth about belos and the grimwalkers. how he lied to and spied on belos without getting caught. one final letter to the next grimwalker he'd written right then, telling his story, saying he was sorry, and wishing good luck. this was tucked in some secret place, perhaps under a floorboard or in a hole drilled into the bottom of a bedpost. hopefully the next boy to live in that room would find it.

the next grimwalker would never get the chance to find that note.

belos had started growing him when he first began to suspect simon's treachery but wasn't yet certain. his name was originally going to be isaac, after the biblical figure (a boy whose father was willing to kill him to prove his loyalty to god)

but that night, after simon's death, belos dug isaac up. it was too early, far too early; the boy was just a toddler, looking up at his uncle with wide innocent eyes and reaching up with his pudgy hands, hands too small to have dug himself out without help

instead of calling isaac by his name, belos called him "simon", swaddling the boy's tiny body in a bloodstained cloak, putting a too-big mask on his little head, covering up his young face. and lying the swaddled child gently on the ground.

and then stabbing the little boy right through the chest, where simon had stabbed himself.

the grimwalker after isaac would never find the notes either, just by luck of never stumbling across them.

the first grimwalker to find the notes would be a teen, having small doubts but trusting his uncle. after learning the truth, he carefully re-hid the notes and attempted to flee. he felt too young, too weak to do anything to fight against belos, but he hoped he could at least survive. he did not. in a way, instead of saving him, the notes lead him to an early demise; he was caught fleeing and killed. he didn't even bother lying about the fact that he was running away, too scared to think straight.

the second had made it to adulthood, already strongly doubting belos, when he found the notes. he used simon's advice for sneaky rebellion and saved some people, but was soon caught and killed. belos had wizened up to simon's old tactics, it seemed.

the third was quite young, with full loyalty to belos. he turned the notebook in to his uncle, believing it to just be slander, hoping to be rewarded for helping to expose whoever this "simon" guy was for lying and treason. the notebook was destroyed and the loyal boy was killed anyway.

#eliot posts #toh #the owl house #grimwalker #grimwalker oc #emperor belos #phillip wittebane #suicide tw #abuse tw #child death #infanticide #i actually came up with isaac's story before simon's #like i knew i wanted the grimwalker before isaac to have a death not at belos's hand and to have made belos very angry #but simon's story didn't happen til i was looking through a list of possible names #sidenote i almost named MYSELF isaac irl and it was weird writing a character with that name #but i liked the dramatic irony of a grimwalker named after an almost-sacrificed child #sidenote yea i know it's basically impossible to stab YOURSELF but i wanted to use symbolism from caleb being stabbed #...i realized when i was thinking of some of simon's physical traits i was mentally referencing simon laurent from infinity train #oh geez

[neteyamsoare]

’walks in with serious business’

corporate needs you to answer these five important questions ‘hands over list’

What’s your favorite movie (doesn’t haven’t to be of all time)

who was your first fictional crush 👀👀

how long have you been a writer or started writing

This is extremely important corporate needs you to pick one of these two images left or right??

4. If you could do anything you wanted and money and time was no obstacle what would you do

5. finally. Corporate asks you to please have a lovely evening/morning and that you stay hydrated and keep taking care of yourself cause your awesome and corporate loves you 💕🫂

ps: it’s me I’m corporate ‘corny alert’

Hey boo, tell corporate I'm about to print out the papers and send them to them!! 🤭

What’s your favorite movie (doesn’t haven’t to be of all time)

`·..➭ Avatar & Avatar: The Way of Water, Any Marvel movies, Tangled, The Emoji Movie, Frozen, Aquamarine, Think Like a Man 1&2, The Chronicles of Narnia; the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe, Monster High (not the new one, the old ones), barbie movies, Bratz movies, etc…

Who was your first fictional crush 👀👀

`·..➭ You made me think with this one, it had to be Riven from Winx Club (old cartoon show), Clawd (Old monster high movies), and Zuko (atla).

How long have you been a writer or started writing

`·..➭ When I was a kid I wanted to create my own stories cause I loved reading so when I was 12 I found episode but the rule was you have to be 13 to write so I waited til I turned 13 and went back to episode, fast forward, I had a story I was doing on episode but ever since atwow came out and I found out people were writing on Tumblr, I jumped on the bandwagon and episode hasn't seen me since cause I like this format of writing better and I love avatar, I watched it with my mom when I was 8.

`·..➭ Definitely cats, I do love dogs but I love cats more and wish I can have one but still live with my mom. My furry companion will have to wait.

If you could do anything you wanted and money and time was no obstacle what would you do

`·..➭ Travel to LA and Paris, I always wanted to go there ever since I was little.

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Am I getting a raise? 😏

#☆ 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪𝙠 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙤 𝙞 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 ╱ 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙩𝙨. #☆ 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝙡𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙚𝙧 ╱ 𝙖𝙨𝙠𝙨.